@semiotickitten / semiotickitten.tumblr.com
does anyone have that unsettling oil painting of a dark window with a sheet leading out into the darkness? it did the rounds on tumblr a while ago and i need itttt
YES THANK YOU
Dragan Bibin, Dead of Night
i don’t… see a dog??? 👀
Litmus test for “is the brightness on your phone too low for art appreciation”
i just know there was a weird little girl in the middle ages out there stealing snake's eggs and putting them in her family's chicken coop in the hope of hatching a basilisk
god i love the internet because if i said shit like this to people irl they'd probably just stare at me blankly but when i post it online everyone in the notes reacts like this
Getting inspired to write is actually really easy! All you need to do is be the busiest you've ever been in your entire life and as far away from a computer as humanly possible. Hope this helps 🥰
Opposite energy of the TWAS I WHO SET THE HOUSE ABLAZE cat.
Shawn and Gus are drift compatible but under no circumstances should they ever be allowed to pilot a jaeger
Shawn: Shawn Spencer, Psychic Ranger, and this is my copilot, Jaeger McFlavour.
Jaeger McFlavour: The british spelling.
Hassidriss 'Untitled Creation' 2024 Haute Couture Collection
This is giving the Baroness from TttW especially the 4th and 5th 🖤 @sansaorgana but all of them kinda fit the vibes, the last ones I’m thinking Arrakis couture ✨
Advice of the day: if your man starts dressing up like this be careful
Dune: Part Two (2024) dir. Denis Villeneuve
tiktok is such an awful app, it's almost designed to feed you misinformation and expose you to insane discourse. unlike beloved tumblr, the app that feeds me misinformation and exposes me to insane discourse
No, no, no, you see on tiktok an algorithm feeds you misinformation. On Tumblr I feed myself misinformation from my charcuterie board of hand-selected unhinged mutuals.
None of that mass market junk. Only artisanal, small batch, sustainably cultivated, fair trade horseshit.
Then suddenly he beheld his sister Éowyn as she lay, and he knew her. He stood a moment as a man who is pierced in the midst of a cry by an arrow through the heart; and then his face went deathly white, and a cold fury rose in him, so that all speech failed him for a while. A fey mood took him.
later, winter ❄️ greetings, spring 🌸
Painting You, Painting Me
Illustration for my work in progress novel about artists titled 1000 Words Unframed
HD images and painting videos on my Patreon.com/Yuumei
A painting that I forgot existed but totally vibed with when I got started on it again ✨
