christ on a cracker (the last supper, oil on saltine)
I don’t know why, but reading “oil on saltine” just sent me
@bending-sickle / bending-sickle.tumblr.com
christ on a cracker (the last supper, oil on saltine)
I don’t know why, but reading “oil on saltine” just sent me
First of all, boycott eurovision. However, I AM loving all the various stories of pro-palestinian rebellion that are coming out surrounding eurovision.
Apparently security surrounding the event is through the roof, and the Eurovision team literally frisk searched all the contestants to make sure they didn't smuggle any palestinian scarves or flags in, but despite this:
It's great, I love it. They can try all they like to block every mention of Palestine, but they haven't been succeeding and they'll continue to fail.
Fuck Israel, fuck Eurovision, and Free Palestine. 🇵🇸
it's a weird emotion when somebody goes "doesn't this just shake you to your core and rewrite your dna and change who you are as a person" and your honest experience of it was that it was ok
"Fuck I'm going to get a bad grade in friendship media resonance"
BENEDICTIONS | e | chapter 28: how my eyes have brightened All Cas says, neutrally, is, “How does it taste?”
“Good,” Dean says, staring at him. Pause. “A little like oranges?”
“Oh, interesting,” Castiel comments. “I wanted you to taste test it for me before I lick it off you.”
“What.”
Konstantin Korovin (Russian, 1861-1939)
On the Balcony, Spanish Women Leonora and Amparo
Peniocereus Greggii, Queen of the Night
Eventually the Birds Must Land by bending_sickle, a Supernatural fanfic (Mature rating)
At one point, not far from the pub, the irregular stones slippery with damp make James stumble. Fergus steadies him easily, hand pressed fully against his back, another at his arm, taking the lad’s weight until he’s figured himself out again. He’s warm and solid against Fergus’s side, untouched by the winter cold, and Fergus forgets his misgivings, remembering only the way James melted under his touch. I fell. A little. Fergus makes sure the bird doesn’t fall again, not even a little. Not until he’s done with him, or they’re done with each other.
Part 4 of You Owe Me
For the Star Wars Day (May the Fourth / May the Force Be With You) there was shared (with the permission of the Pratchett Estate ) a Terry Pratchett story from the Star Wars Universe that was only published in a newspaper 45 years ago! Very excited to read a new Terry's piece! :)❤ (tweet)
Also, Terry Pratchett writing fanfiction 45 years ago, can I hear a wahoo? :)
some pictures i took of the aurora borealis tonight!!
just watched the northern lights. from germany. with my own eyes. crazy experience what what what
old art of an angel oc from patreon. some newer art of them I posted on patreon recently.
There's so much wrong with this I don't even know where to begin except I'm begging I'm pleading for people to take the GOP's threat seriously.
It's not just Trump. They only enable Trump.
https://meidasnews.com/news/sen-katie-britt-introduces-bill-to-create-federal-database-of-pregnant-people
Now with article
Northern Lights- visible in the UK [11.05.24]
[Caption: I hope you believe that you can still make a beautiful life for yourself even if you lost many years of it to grief, or darkness, or a would that wouldn't close.]