char 🌸 drafting for novella spring garden! 🌱

We Have Enough Dead Friends By Lena Oleanderson Come over. The doors are open, my flat's a mess and so is my heart but the doors are always open. Come over. I will make soup, probably from frozen but the important thing is we will both eat. You don't have to be dying, but if you are, or you feel like you are, or if living's been hard, call me, and I will show up. It doesn't have to be that bad, it doesn't have to be bad at all, but if it is, please call. Do you want me to do the groceries? Do you want me to mop the floors? Do you need to be held; you don't have to be dying to be held. If you want me to be there, I want to. I'm on the bathroom floor again, and breathing is hard, and eating's been hard, and sleeping, the world is a laden thing rolling around on my chest lately. Just being alive is heavy tonight, but we have enough dead friends. Come over.

I don't think I've come across a poem that taps into my ethos when it comes to navigating queer community within the context of a hostile world as much as "We Have Enough Dead Friends" by Lena Oleanderson.

I strive to make my home a sanctuary where other faggots feel safe and cared for.

fuuuuck this mans got so much juice it's impossible to not like him.

several skeletons stand with their arms out. the text WEEN HALLOWED is overlaid, reminiscent of Dark Souls

time for ween 🎃

Glory to the Moonlight

you’re my everything 🌼

#ocsky

All done with this fella.
They will be off to their home soon.
More photos here freakhoundstudios.com/wolf46

A wizard ponders five blue crystal orbs labeled WIP

Them: So what have y'all been up to?
Me: Haha, you know. The usual.

The Usual:

We've got something exciting coming soon 🐎

#hotblood #yaoi #centaur #indiecomic #indieanimation

Photo of a vintage illustrated book cover, a naked woman mourns her naked boyfriend(?) who is lying on the ground unconscious, presumably dead, as many skeletons loom over him victorious. An award with a review are featured at the top of the cover: INTERNATIONAL PISS AWARD "Pee came out fast." - SIGRIN GROWTH Book title and copy read: SKELETONS FUCKED UP MY NAKED HUSBAND AN EVENING OF LOVE-MAKING TURNS INTO GRAVE-DIGGING WHEN JEALOUS SKELETONS SHOW UP AND BEAT A MAN TO DEATH FOR TRYING TO NUT ON A FULL MOON BY HERMAN FILTH

it’s time

perhaps it really is the turning-30 experience that makes you get heartburn unannounced

THIS 👇

Autumn is here

This is just amazing news. I hope it gets rolled out to people in UK and EU soon. What a proof of the value, necessity and profound joy of scientific research. 🥹

the cover of hello sunshine

GOOD MORNING EVERYONE HAPPY HELLO SUNSHINE DAY!! ☀️☀️☀️

image is a digital illustration of a pack of lean canine silhouettes racing across a watery reflective surface. the sun radiates behind them, low on the prismatic horizon. warm clouds halo the starry sky. the canine in the center of the canvas looks hopefully upward to a shooting star as a broken chain trails off its throat. #furry #furryart

「 FOUND FAMILY 」 🌠🌈

#KnightsofGuinevere I told you

Here’s your morning mood, courtesy of Aleksandra Czudżak.

This is not the wild and precious life that Mary Oliver wanted for me

My hand painted, 63 x 88 mm reproduction of Gustave Doré's 'Satan in Council'.

I'll 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 through concrete
Past the dirt and through the cracks
There will be 𝙣𝙤 surface that keeps me down

Link from Ocarina of Time stares out towards the viewer readying his bow, Phantom Ganon looms behind him jumping out of a painting in the forest temple

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fruits @frultsofmylabor Follow Source? It was revealed to me on a walk 10:33 PM • 8/30/25 • 2.5M Views • 122- L, 24K 116K

Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Nature” (1836)

WELL NOW, would you look at that? A massive GLOBAL study revealed COVID-19 vaccines utilizing mRNA technology PREVENTED OVER 2.5 MILLION deaths WORLDWIDE between 2020 and 2024.

It reveals that vaccinations didn’t JUST protect against illness.

They PRESERVED nearly 15 MILLION years of human life.

a small doodle based on the Lighthouse fic series
#malevolent

We've reached halfway point! Season 3 of @malevolent.ca , one that I hold especially dear. I'm looking forward to get started on the 4th installment already, it'll be a lot more character driven rather than environmenal 💛

If you didn't know, @malevolent.ca has an interaction element where Patreons get to dictate choices. 'The Voices' pick the strands that weave the threads of fate for both Arthur and John.

No pressure or anything.
#malevolent #malevolentpodcast

This digital illustration features Arthur Lester at the center of the frame, dressed in a stained WW1 trench coat, his right gloved hand clutching his left against his chest. His head is downcast looking to the right, jaw clenched and tears running lines through the dirt on his face. In front of him there is an above ground ornate stone crypt. On top of the crypt stands his lighter, its flame burning brightly, the small warm glow touching Arthur's side and Johns cloak. John stands directly behind Arthur, his large black shape like a barrier between Arthur and the grey purple skies above. His left arm is lifted up, becoming Arthur's left arm at the front. His head is pitched skyward as he eulogises. His eyes are unfocused, remembering, and tears are running down his ashen face. They grieve his life, their life, and death. Behind them in the distance are the inky blurred silhouettes of people watching on silently. There are large purple blackletter words emblazoned across the image that read 'the living wake'

This digital illustration features Arthur Lester at the center of the frame, dressed in a stained WW1 trench coat, his right gloved hand clutching his left against his chest. His head is downcast looking to the right, jaw clenched and tears running lines through the dirt on his face. In front of him there is an above ground ornate stone crypt. On top of the crypt stands his lighter, its flame burning brightly, the small warm glow touching Arthur's side and Johns cloak. John stands directly behind Arthur, his large black shape like a barrier between Arthur and the grey purple skies above. His left arm is lifted up, becoming Arthur's left arm at the front. His head is pitched skyward as he eulogises. His eyes are unfocused, remembering, and tears are running down his ashen face. They grieve his life, their life, and death. Behind them in the distance are the inky blurred silhouettes of people watching on silently.

This digital illustration features Arthur Lester at the center of the frame, dressed in a stained WW1 trench coat, his right gloved hand clutching his left against his chest. His head is downcast looking to the right and he is wearing a gas mask over his head, hiding most of his face, only his tightly closed eyes can be seen through the tarnished glass lenses of the mask. In front of him there is an above ground ornate stone crypt. On top of the crypt stands his lighter, its flame burning brightly, the small warm glow touching Arthur's side and Johns cloak. John stands directly behind Arthur, his large black shape like a barrier between Arthur and the grey purple skies above. His left arm is lifted up, becoming Arthur's left arm at the front. His head is pitched skyward as he eulogises. His eyes are unfocused, remembering, and tears are running down his ashen face. They grieve his life, their life, and death. Behind them in the distance are the inky blurred silhouettes of people watching on silently.

This is a close-up of the previous pieces.

The Living Wake knocked me to my core. Especially John's Eulogy. I felt like it gave so much more depth to his character in a way that was so satisfying. #malevolent #spoilers #episode54spoilers #johndoe #arthurlester #malevolentpodcast

I will never get over how a handful of tech bros set billions of dollars on fire to build a plagiarism machine that doesn't work and will destroy human society when they could have used a fraction of that money to fund a new golden age of creativity and knowledge.