'Sweetheart'
2025
watercolour, acrylic and n33dle on paper
14.8x21cm

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'Sweetheart'
2025
watercolour, acrylic and n33dle on paper
14.8x21cm

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Sort of a continuation of that stupid joke about terminally offline Clark
Naoya getting punched by Maki from 10 different angels - jjk s3 ep4
probably cause sheβs mogging him bad
Better Call Saul main storyline:
The Mike Ehrmantraut subplot:

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i really like this thing where websites will have separate "log in" & "sign up" buttons and if you click "log in" it takes you to a sign-up screen anyway so you have to click "i already have an account" and then it will ask if you want to sign in with your facebook account or with instagram or linkedin or deviantart or whatever, and if you choose "username & password" it asks if you want to put in your username or use your thumbprint, and once you put your username & password it emails you a confirmation code, and once you put in the code it says "do you want to give us your phone number for future sign-ins? do you want to sign up for facial recognition? do you want to give us your bones? give us your fucking bones?
websites prior to like the 2010s: sign in with your username and password
websites now:
20 years ago, it was a scandal that Google started to track which links you clicked on the search-results page,
this is like finding a journal written by someone before the zombie apocalypse happened
Can we talk about how fucking hot he is
She Doro on my He til I DID

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sure kiddo, you hate her guts. that's why you're imagining her with a shoujo filter and helping her problem-solve in the middle of the night
this has been discussed before but reducing female characters to the girlboss braincell holder in the name of combating misogyny in fandom is ironically also a form of misogyny
people love love loooove to go on and on and on about whiteguy #135336843βs internal torment and the nuances of his writing and then when it comes time to talk about women itβs all um actually she can do no wrong and holds the braincell and babysits the boys like a mother hashtag feminism. i hope you fucking blow up
Biomechanical Siren Skeleton by @Intraalma x @edros_vv
Thinking about this. So many people in the US are adult children
the biggest tragedy of his life

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STUDAYA HAS BREACHED CONTAINMENT
The true tragedy of my adult life was losing the will and drive to take pictures of everything and everyone. Younger me immortalised moments to an obsessive decree where I had declared myself the school photographer in a silly effort to make friends with the kids in my class. Of course, I look back at that now and realise how weird I was acting, yet I miss scanning my thoughts into print within instants. I keep going back to graffitis and fleeting stills of birds cocking their heads over wired fences, and I regret not having taken a photo. I miss seeing eyes stuck forever twinkling, smiles forever wavering, hands forever touching.