Later I'll Post Other Arts (there Is Still Kike Three More So Yeah)
Later I'll post other arts (there is still kike three more so yeah)
More Posts from Lisaasila-stuff and Others
So I’ve finally caught up on the Animation Versus Minecraft series and I am absolutely dead at the fact that when King gave them the staff, they proceeded to use it in the most stupid ways possible. Dude gave them a literal weapon of ultimate power and they like.
Cuddle it in their sleep.
Use it for fancy orchestras.
Make a pogo stick out of it
This is the reaction of someone who realized they literally created a world ending weapon then gave it to a group of very, very stupid kids. I’m dying. Please I cannot express how absolutely hilarious this is to me. The weapon that King used to literally destroy the entirety of Minecraft is now being used by the dumbest squad of teenagers who are using it for teenage things. He doesn’t even know about the lucky block thing.
Bro literally went on an extended villain arc, disgraced his dead son’s memory, and hurt/took advantage of/abused countless innocents and he has just realized the biggest mistake he ever made was giving his weapon to the people who beat him. Not because they are worse than him but because they are royally, painfully, AGONIZINGLY stupid. World ending power meets world denying stupidity
I love these stupid stick figures so much
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[...] A major international media outlet asked me recently to join its educational platform. I had to record a video message in English and talk about my experience of serving in the armed forces of Ukraine, so children around the world could learn English from these videos and accompanying materials. I recorded it and did everything according to their instructions.
I got a cheerful message the other day from the editorial office, saying: “We’ve launched!” I opened the presentation and had a panic attack. The lesson was structured around eight speakers, each talking about their war experience: four Ukrainians (including me) and four Russians. A Russian journalist and armed forces “deserter”. A Russian teacher. A Russian medical director. Another Russian journalist. The lesson ended with a slide. The Russian flag was at the top. The Ukrainian flag at the bottom. The question proposed for discussion: “What similarities and differences did you notice when listening to the experiences of people from Russia and Ukraine?”
The emotional negligence of this makes me want to scream. [...] I am sickened by how my story has become an ideological tool to equalise the experience of the defender and the attacker. [...]
I’ve been living with the acute feeling that the world is tired of restraining its unquenchable love of Russia. The west wants to believe in the Cinderella story, that one day the dictatorship will fall and a wonderful democratic world will emerge.
Instead of imposing further sanctions and restrictions on Russia, the west is ready to crown the film Anora with all the awards, despite the fact that the Russian actor Yura Borisov, who appears in the film, also starred in a biopic of Mikhail Kalashnikov, the inventor of the AK-47, which was partly filmed in Crimea after its annexation.
The world is ready to listen to Russia again: a UK television channel last year released the film Ukraine’s War: The Other Side by Sean Langan. The film doesn’t just give the other side a voice; it gives a human dimension to the stories of the occupiers and repeats the narratives of Russian propaganda. This is as consistent with journalistic standards as asking an executioner, how are you feeling as you do this, and do you miss your family who are waiting for you at home?[...]
[...] If during the first term of Trump’s presidency we talked of the post-truth era, now we find ourselves in a world in which the truth is taken out, tortured and shot. This means that there will be no justice. This means that anything goes.[...]
[...] The world is looking at the body of truth that is dying and bleeding before our eyes. I beg you, if you can’t stop the bleeding, at least don’t turn away from the sight of blood.[...]
Probably should've get some sleep instead of this but here we go. Though, I like it
* However, I do feel we are forgetting something...
Day 4 drawing Deltarune until chapter 3&4. Am I the only one who looks at these blueish thingies and thinks it's water?
When I saw this post, I just froze because oh my ducking god. This art actually echoes in my soul with light pain and dark understanding. I don't know I want it, but I needed it.
All I can say right now — this is how feels justice.
(Sorry about mistakes, it's 4 a.m and English isn't my native language. But I'm too shocked for being silent)
Justice
The older I get, and the more on fire the world seems to be the more I feel comforted and SEEN by Sir Terry Pratchett and Discworld.
Not because all the books are inherently comfortable so much as because they feel like someone taking you by the hand and saying; “I know. I’m just as angry about this bullshit. But we can hold hands. But the sun still rises. But hope is still important. Hope wears steel toed boots and smiles with pink and bloody teeth and will make you laugh and will make you cry. It’s not okay. But we’re in the shit together, and some day it’s gonna be less shit.”
This got away from me.
What I’m saying is, I’ve got a shovel.
It's so ironic how I, basically every year, return to something I've unfinished. It's so fucking funny and annoying.
Undertale please let me go (or don't, otherwise I may just die out of numbness)
online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
No one owes artists anything.
But existence is lonely and sometime you throw hours and hours of effort into a void, on the slim chance it will say something back.
