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Waiānuenue (Rainbow Falls)

Hilo, Hawaiʻi

Ahwahnee Dream by Richard Bernabe

OneyrosTale

PleinAirpril Pt1 by Alex Twin

Killiney Hill, Ireland by Martina Scanu

Finished piece of Orym's latest Sending to Dorian.

"Can you get there? I'm… struggling. Sorry. Can you get here? … Fuck, I miss you..."

I can’t wait for those two to finally meet up again. And if they do indeed get together, what will an Orym that is not pining even look like? 😁 I want to see these two happy so much. Also because I want to see how Liam plays a happy character.

Alpstein, Switzerland by dominik.kobler

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Himalayan-Poppy

I dont want to sound like an elitist but the people who write tv shows arent doing a good job

There was literally a massive strike last year about how TV writers have been systematically getting fucked over for years and have been suffering under corporate meddling.

Problems in television getting boiled down to "the writers are doing a bad job" isn't "elitist," it's a completely ignorant denial of the actual issues in the industry. TV writers are largely poor and exploited workers trying to create art under brutal conditions.

The industry still hasn't recovered from last year's dual strikes, and IATSE has been busting ass trying to avoid a third one here in 2024. There are countless writers out of work or quitting the industry entirely because it doesn't pay enough to live on.

If the writing on a specific show doesn't work for you, it doesn't work for you, but brushing aside an industry's worth of labor rights issues as "the writers aren't doing a good job" is grade-A bullshit.

TV writers are doing the best they can in an industry that hates them, and all the while, audiences are eager to heap more vitriol. It's no goddamn wonder people are quitting.

'You can't pour from an empty cup' applies to many aspects of life, and it's true for creative output. You cannot pour from an empty cup.

In this case, the cup is not only empty but it's actively being withheld by executives who are pissing the entire industry away because they'd rather die rich than allow others to make a living from creating art.

Thinking about Orym spending all those years putting pressure on himself to do right by Derrig and Will, to make them proud, to do what they would have done. Putting himself last in order to honor the lives of the dead.

Except that's the survivor's guilt; they never would have wanted him to make this quest his life, to wall his emotions up, to keep struggling forward no matter how much he lost along the way. He certainly wouldn't have asked it of them.

Orym is now finally able to look up and turn around to face that awful weight he's been carrying . . . And he's realized it's his own. He's had trouble viewing the world outside of his perspective, and that includes this quest.

What do you do when the pressure that was holding you together finally lifts? How do you keep yourself from falling apart?

"I'm . . . Struggling," he admits. "Fuck, I miss you," he breathes from between the cracks.

There is so much life beyond the blinders he's worn for so long. There is so much left to do but also . . . Endless possibilities. It's terrifying.