Beachy cw actress waves are my worst enemy like conceptually they send me into an animalistic rage. Anytime they show a lesbian with a fresh salon blowout I feel so angry. It’s cruel and inhumane akin to like clipping a dogs ears.
i’m literally the priest’s favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn’t do it for the other lambs only me because i’m his favorite
you can and should hate rich people, but you also need to show up for the oppressed
the eu has blood on their hands <3
Mediterranean countries are also trying to make it illegal to aid any immigrant coming through boats, btw, which also means getting arrested for saving someone from drowning at fucking sea.
I painted these color keys for this scene in Across the Spiderverse between Gwen and her dad!
The idea for the initial color palette was that because Gwen’s world is colored by her emotions, she’s cool blue despite the warm light of her surroundings - to symbolize her internal isolation from the rest of the world and her father.
Upon entering Gwen’s room, we see an inverse of the color relationship that was set up previously. Gwen and her environment are in harmony, contrasting against her dad’s warm colors. When they embrace, their colors mix together to create something new.
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