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scrapped painting,, thought i might as well post it

basically, i wanted to show an aroace person — an old aroace person, to be precise. being aroace myself, i am always told that i will forever be lonely and miserable if i don't get a partner. so showing grace, who is aroace to me, as old and happy and fulfilled and oh so loved by his best friend, was really important to me <3

“I knew I would never see him as an old man. No, he’d leave us in a box, with jet black hair, and the only lines on his face would ones brought on by injury. You knew it wouldn’t end well. Despite all the training. All the brilliance. All the strength…Under it all there was just flesh, blood and bone. And a man who never feared death. You know as well as I do he was frightened by a great many things, but his own mortality barely made the top hundred list with him. I just…I…I just wasn’t ready to lose him.”

love that little babyjay in the corner.

Like he really went from a 29yo writing “poor people have tiny little lives that come and go, but our beautiful physical manifestations of power live on despite them, how cool is that” to a 60yo writing “we should be willing to burn it all down just to save one child. There are bloodstains on our hands every day that another baby in our community starves, another man is enslaved by the law, another woman must sell herself for bread. Vive les abaissés - we must join them to build a better world for our children.”

It was not until well into my adulthood that I realized most people do not have complicated feelings about movies where people have to kill a scary alien monster, nor is that necessarily meant to be part of the narrative (unless it very obviously is). They just want the scary thing to die because it’s scary. I don’t have a real conclusion to this I just started thinking about it for some reason.

2. Yeah. Duh.

What are you lookin at?

diva get your act together

a blanket would save him.

goodnight, fab five 💫

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