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“Hell yeah!” Screams a crow against a rainbow backdrop, their eyes sparkling in trans colors.
The crow is clearly the Chaotic Queer Corvid Collector familiar, now showing off their rainbow tipped chest feathers as they raise their wings and smile, “Real artists are still making cool shit!”
📣🐦⬛ real artists making cool shit! 🎨🌈
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An illustration of an old truck in the woods filled with pumpkins, with a pumpkin frog, several ghost frogs, and ravens about
welcome autumn! 🍂 🎃
22.09.2025 16:28 — 👍 4559 🔁 1692 💬 16 📌 6![[...]
with all the shit they throw at you, how do you, like the pigeons, not give a fuck?
How do you take their tools of violence, their spikes and poisons and architecture of rejection, and turn it into a place to rest, to resist, to refuse, to begin again and anew?
To hold on to something that wasn't supposed to survive?
And in that question, what becomes more and more urgent to me is this: there is no pure place waiting for us.
No serene after. No untouched before. There is no return.
No original home that hasn't already been turned to ash, paved over, turned into parking lots, or over-mythologized to the point of disappearance.
Sanctuary isn't out there, someday. Just like there's no place left to go back to.
Violence won't disappear. But maybe, just maybe there's another way to live with it.
What we have is here.
This mess. This grief.
These haunted cities built on stolen land and stitched together with surveillance cameras.
This world, fraying at the edges, sinking, spilling, aching.
And still it's here that pigeons build their nests. It's here that sanctuary begins.
It's not a wall.
Sanctuary is not escape. Not a fence. Not a border or a locked gate.
Sanctuary asks:
What do we do in the filth? How do we respond to a collapsing world?
How are we in relation?
How do we love?
How radical is our love?
How do we organize?
How do we listen?
How do we stand
even with trembling knees against cruelty, punishment, and pride?
How inclusive is our love?
Are we only loving when it's easy? Or are we loving when it costs us something?
I believe it lives in how we stay close
to what scares us. How we sit with what hurts, until it begins to unravel us at the seams.
Right here
where we make friends with our demons. Where we give up the chase for revenge. Where we stop. And refuse.
Not passively.
But actively
through how we love and forgive
thank you lovely pigeon"](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:nir4547i63s5plxcz43l3kx4/bafkreibtqwsrxmsw2ht4q7arct4kuq5tdcgm2rqt3pelae5772asut2ycm@jpeg)
[...] with all the shit they throw at you, how do you, like the pigeons, not give a fuck? How do you take their tools of violence, their spikes and poisons and architecture of rejection, and turn it into a place to rest, to resist, to refuse, to begin again and anew? To hold on to something that wasn't supposed to survive? And in that question, what becomes more and more urgent to me is this: there is no pure place waiting for us. No serene after. No untouched before. There is no return. No original home that hasn't already been turned to ash, paved over, turned into parking lots, or over-mythologized to the point of disappearance. Sanctuary isn't out there, someday. Just like there's no place left to go back to. Violence won't disappear. But maybe, just maybe there's another way to live with it. What we have is here. This mess. This grief. These haunted cities built on stolen land and stitched together with surveillance cameras. This world, fraying at the edges, sinking, spilling, aching. And still it's here that pigeons build their nests. It's here that sanctuary begins. It's not a wall. Sanctuary is not escape. Not a fence. Not a border or a locked gate. Sanctuary asks: What do we do in the filth? How do we respond to a collapsing world? How are we in relation? How do we love? How radical is our love? How do we organize? How do we listen? How do we stand even with trembling knees against cruelty, punishment, and pride? How inclusive is our love? Are we only loving when it's easy? Or are we loving when it costs us something? I believe it lives in how we stay close to what scares us. How we sit with what hurts, until it begins to unravel us at the seams. Right here where we make friends with our demons. Where we give up the chase for revenge. Where we stop. And refuse. Not passively. But actively through how we love and forgive thank you lovely pigeon"
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"Images that completely turn my❤️to jelly these days are pigeons building nests on antipigeon spikes.
Finding home in the cracks of a hostile world.
Building sanctuary in the filth, the noise, and all the myriad ways they're told: you don't belong here. we don't want you.
And I ask myself:
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Chaque année, des milliers de corneilles sont tuées. Pourquoi cette solution ne sert strictement à rien www.lezephyrmag.com/destruction-...
07.09.2025 14:17 — 👍 21 🔁 18 💬 1 📌 1
Frustrated little dude gripping a pencil saying “how do I pack this down into something I can actually share?” While swirling rainbows labeled “INFINITE POTENTIAL” float around them. Little dude frowns at a tiny grey box, exclaiming “all that work for THIS?!” Little dude shoves the grey box into another little guy’s hands; Frowning, stomping off, and saying “Here you go, I made this, it sucks.” Second little dude cracks open the box, swirling rainbows project out onto their face. Second little dude stares in awe at all the swirling rainbows now floating around them.
Sometimes we’re unsatisfied with a thing we made because when it only existed in our head, we saw all the things it could have been and when it’s done we know all the things that it isn’t, but we can’t see the way it expands into a million new things when someone else unpacks it in their head. 🖊️🦑
31.08.2025 09:04 — 👍 25377 🔁 8727 💬 152 📌 205Yay bienvenue Noëmie ! 🧡
01.09.2025 11:48 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
Half body illustration of Neve and Rook from Dragon Age: Veilguard. Both are sitting down next to a bay window. Rook is kissing Neve's shoulder while she looks fondly at Rook.
Close up
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Commission for @vacantghouls.bsky.social
Nounou Ogg. Une vieille sorcière fumant la pipe et jouant du banjo, assise dans un fauteuil. Elle tape du pied de ses souliers rouges, et à côté d'elle, un chat borgne à l'oreille à demi-arrachée affiche un air mauvais.
10 ans aujourd'hui. GNU Terry Pratchett
12.03.2025 15:34 — 👍 374 🔁 82 💬 5 📌 2
The world's on fire, make friends with crows. 🐦⬛💕🦐
06.02.2025 15:24 — 👍 8458 🔁 1533 💬 81 📌 44
Couverture des Ombres de Willowthorne
La première dédicace de Willowthorne, ce sera à Paris à la super librairie le Nuage Vert (pas loin du Jardin des Plantes), le 6 février à 19h30.
Comme la librairie est très cool mais pas très grande, c'est uniquement sur inscription (via le Facebook ou l'Instagram de la librairie).
Protect Trans Youth logo
Now more than ever 🏳️⚧️
20.01.2025 03:03 — 👍 14576 🔁 5964 💬 43 📌 43Do not obey. Disobey. As much as you can. As much as you need. Disobey and exist in spaces where your joy and self actualization are against the rules.
Disobey.
Un appel à texte autour de Lovecraft ! ➡https://t.ly/Ghrzq
A vos claviers !
#Lovecraft @miskatonicasso.bsky.social #HPL #Appelatexte
My page on Bluesky is a safe space and you will always be welcome and safe here 🏳️⚧️
Please, be careful everyone 🙏
C'est trop drôle qu'il soit mort à l'anniversaire des attentats de Charlie, ce matin les bourgeois sortaient des "je suis charlie" et "on doit pouvoir rire de tout", et cet après-midi on peut tester en direct leurs convictions
07.01.2025 12:56 — 👍 3411 🔁 843 💬 23 📌 7
Cover design and illustration for « La Mer Chantera ton Nom » by Laura Nsafou (Albin Michel)
23.11.2024 09:26 — 👍 11 🔁 4 💬 0 📌 0Omg mais félicitations !!!!!!
21.11.2024 17:10 — 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0Je confirme qu'il claque, ce recueil.
21.11.2024 17:04 — 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0Oui, lisez ce recueil, c'est un très bon florilège de nouvelles horrifiques.
En plus c'est 100% francophone et par des meufs talentueuses !
Ça me fait penser à tout le débat qu'il y avait eu côté sphère littéraire où des gens TAGUAIENT les auteurices sur des retours négatifs de leurs bouquins.
Déjà un travail terminé, y'a moyen la possibilité de l'améliorer après coup.
Mais en plus si c'est juste pour être cruel sans rien apporter...
La neige bloque les transports, les gens ne peuvent plus aller au boulot, la neige ça sert à rien sauf à glisser, faire des bonhommes et se lancer des boules de neige. Que des activités futiles et en aucun cas productives.
La neige, c'est clairement de gauche.
Hé, vous avez vu ? Y neige !
21.11.2024 13:24 — 👍 3 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
Neige à Paris au parc des Buttes Chaumont. Sur un banc et un lampadaire
Neige à Paris au parc des Buttes Chaumont. Vue sur l'eau
Neige à Paris au parc des Buttes Chaumont. Un escalier se perd en hauteur
Neige à Paris au parc des Buttes Chaumont. Un banc au loin
Neige à Paris. ✨
21.11.2024 12:58 — 👍 2 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
Gurls~
23.06.2024 02:45 — 👍 2774 🔁 697 💬 28 📌 5Où sont les photos de
❤️ LA NEIGE ❤️
?
ALORS. OUI. Comment refuser. Mais c'est la loi de l'échange équivalent et je t'envoie une carte aussi. J'irai jeter un œil à la librairie du Renard Doré. Si tu as d'autres hyperfixations en ce moment, c'est le moment de m'en faire part.
21.11.2024 08:15 — 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0Attention Bluesky. Les prochaines heures risquent d'être déterminantes pour ta crédibilité en tant que réseau social.
S'il neige à Paris, il est IMPÉRATIF que toutes les TL de France et de Navarre soient remplies de gens qui ont regardé par la fenêtre et qui s'exclament qu'il neige.
Tips 1 : demandez, quand vous voulez qu'on vous garde un truc. On vous le mettra éventuellement de côté (ne le déposez pas DEVANT LE BUREAU ACCESSIBLE À TOUSTES - je ne veux pas assister à un vol à la tire de briques de lait, merci).
Tips 2 : si possible, ne ramenez pas votre lait à la bibliothèque.
