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the color green

the color green reminds me of sadness // there was nothing but sadness in his green eyes ----- "Come find me, idiot prince." "Until tomorrow, master thief." ----- Or, a dsmp/origins bee/bench-centric fantasy au. Featuring: - A cursed prince - A scarred thief - A kingdom in crisis - A surreptitious resistance, and - The choice between what you know and what you long to find.

I was initially trying to write all of this before posting any of the chapters, but halfway done is good enough for me considering chapter one has been in my drive for much too long at this point. currently on a bi-weekly update schedule for the first 5 chapters!

The weirdest thing about the ai art debate is the ppl saying art has such a high entry level n clearly ai is the only way to make it accessible

Like have you ever doodled in ur notebook during class before? Have you ever drawn in the sand or on a foggy window?? You can literally give crayons to toddlers

Teens on the Internet did not download ibis paint n spend hours drawing on their phones with their fingers for you to say art is an exclusive club for rich ppl that's sooo hard to get into

Yes some art tools might by stupidly expensive that's a separate problem but no one is stopping you from picking up the cheapest papers n pencils and getting into art no one is stopping you from downloading a free art program on your phone or opening an art site and getting into art you can draw in the notes app for fucks sake

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

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donations are few and life is hard💔

for more than 5 days I have been asking for 500€ to reach the short-term goal of 30.5k€,⁉️

but we still need less than 400€ to reach it🙏🚨🇵🇸

I hope you continue to support and participate until the goal is achieved as soon as possible due to the poor living conditions we are living in

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Can't stop thinking about Jonathan Jarchivist Sims can't stop thinking about the subtle emotion in his voice when he said it felt good to compel people can't stop thinking about how he probably sat in his office in season 4 and tried to starve himself of statements because he Knew what everyone would think of him if he embraced what he was Becoming can't stop thinking about how he always took the verbally damaging blows from Melanie and Basira because he truly believed he did not deserve support can't stop thinking about the guilt he felt when he was awarded wholeness and completeness for bringing in the Fears can't stop thinking about how after years of slowly turning into a monster, he ultimately tried to make the most humane decision of trapping the Fears in his own reality instead of creating the chance of another individual experiencing the incomprehensible amount of pain and guilt he holds on his shoulders can't stop thinking abou

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I see you, your struggles and your agony. I see how hard you fought, I wish to honor the sacrifices you made along the way for me. I don't want to let your pain and efforts be in vein. I won't let it.

Come here, rest with me, please? My arms are open for you to surround yourself with, because you've earned it. You're safe, it's okay, everything is okay thanks to what you did. You can put your worries down for just a moment now.

You don't have to stop, but can you slow down just for me? The sky looks very pretty right now with your symbols floating brightly within it, lets slow down so we can admire that.

Do you want to read a book? Can you read it to me? Even if I've already read it a thousand times, there's still value in hearing your voice carry the words to to me. Your voice can be gentle, so go, read and give me a new spin on it.

Do you want to paint? Sure, your hands are capable of creating beautiful pieces of art, believe me. I've seen it before and I'll see it again. Don't worry about getting messy either, creation always comes from chaos, after all.

You need to stitch some old clothing back together? Can I join you? You do a wonderful job at mending this cloth. The patches you pick and sew are wonderful, and I can tell you stich it on with care and dedication. Your determination to restore what is old, once broken, yet loved, is admirable. I hope you understand that soon

"Punishment works!!!" We're drowning in three to four generations of people so pants-shittingly terrified of ever being wrong that half of everyone has constructed a worldview wherein they never even consider the possibility that they could be wrong and the other half behaves like one wrong move will make anything or anyone explode violently into a million irreperable pieces. I don't think it works guys