no i don’t have an “astigmatism” i can just see the halos of the angels that live in car head lights that you losers are too spiritually closed off to see

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Images are from the "Star Trek: The Next Generation" episode "Darmok".

First image: A closeup of Picard as he speaks to a wounded Dathon, in an attempt to comfort him. Captions are added that read: "And... they were roommates."

Second image: A closeup of Dathon responding and smiling while laid down. Captions are added that read: "(Laughing) They were roommates!"

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"A Child’s View from Gaza" was an art exhibition showcasing drawings created by the children of Gaza.

"The captioned illustrations were created by Palestinian children who lived through the Israeli bombardment of Gaza in 2008-09. The pictures were drawn as part of an effort to help children deal with the horrors they had experienced. A Bay Area nonprofit, Middle East Children’s Alliance (MECA), arranged to display a collection of these pictures at the Museum of Children’s Art in Oakland, California. However, under pressure from the Jewish Federation of the East Bay and other organizations, the museum backed out of the agreement at the last minute."

Shelter

The Angel of The Eastern Gate stood wringing out his robes, as if it would make any difference. The rain had gotten heavier, the winds harsher, so the demon and him had decided to seek shelter. 

Calling it a cave would be a stretch, it was more like a hole dug big enough for a party of four, or, in this instance, two otherworldly beings and their wings attached. 

Crawley sat and crossed his arms over his chest, feeling rather silly about the whole situation. First the appletree with its strange trivial rules, the angel, the sword, the rain, a string of events leading to no large climax other than him and his mortal enemy huddled and shivering like two big wet birds. Crawley’s robes clung to him and his hair stuck to his face in unflattering fashion, whose idea was rain anyway? Big wet globs of liquid falling from the sky, drenching the earth. Soaking into your clothes, your hair, your feathers. What a mess. Hopefully the angel was having a worse time than he was. 

I realized looking at these that I absolutely still relate to her as a person, not a puppet, and that is magical.

In looking at these photos, I'm reminded that people routinely forget that Miss Piggy is not a real person when they interact with the puppet.

dni unless you have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing, all the modern languages, all while possessing a certain something in your air and manner of walking, the tone of your voice, your address and expressions-

absolutely no one:

Madeline L’Engle, writing a wrinkle in time at some point in the early 1960s: what are kids into these days? comparative religious studies and theoretical physics, right? Yeah?

Anxieties! Attack!

WAIT NO

No, not me you fools! No! Not like this! Noooo!

genuinely inconsolable I can't have one of these pompeii bread plushies fr.

Sometimes I have some trouble finding reference images for my art, so I just put them in one spot. Be warned, this doc is like 150 pages long (and subject to expanding)

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Ah but to be a waterdrop with googly eyes

What ghibli film is this

This panic happens like every few months.