Kids putting their teeth under their pillows is the most occult shit we've collectively normalized.
"Yes, child. Place your discarded bone beneath your head while you sleep. If the ritual is accepted, the tiny nocturnal fae will arrive under the cover of darkness to purchase your offering."
"What does she do with the bones?"
"We do not ask such questions."
"Why does she pay me?"
"So you'll keep participating."
"Will she come back?"
"Every time another piece of you falls out."
Congratulations. We somehow convinced generations of children that selling pieces of their skeleton to an invisible nighttime creature was perfectly reasonable.
Sell your bones while they're still young, child. The market only values innocence for so long.
to look at bkg's face, his cheeks are a bit flushed, eyebrows furrowed but Eijiro can see he's trying to contain himself, the way he's tensing and his fingers are gripping on Kiri's shoulders
"You're even more beautiful than the memories I had of you" Eijiro says before leaning+
To be perfectly honest, I genuinely forgot I ordered from @Krbkzine2025 and was getting SO SAD seeing others receive theirs and hoping there would be a leftover sale. So getting a package today was totally unexpected and I'm certain the sounds I made were only heard by dogs.
Nobody has ever made the dark feel as real as old Disney did.
In these films the night isn't an absence of light. It's a color, and someone mixed it by hand…
Disney had its own paint laboratory, built by a woman named Mary Weiser, the first of its kind in animation. Its job was to invent shades that did not exist yet. In the early thirties, when the studio was still making shorts, there were around eighty shades on the shelves. By the time they finished Snow White there were fifteen hundred.
Every one of them went on by hand, cel by cel, and each cel needed hours to dry before it could be photographed.
The Ink and Paint department was almost entirely women. According to the Walt Disney Family Museum, the paints were sometimes named after them, and to have a color carry your name was considered an honour.
So the dark of Bambi's forest, the lamplight in Geppetto's workshop, the blue at Cinderella's attic window: none of it is a filter or a setting or a dimmer turned down. Each is a specific colour that a specific person mixed in a jar, and some of those jars had her name on the label.
That is why these scenes still feel more alive than anything made since. We went from hands, to computers, to AI, and at every step there is a little less of the person left in it…
The author Joanna Maciejewska said it better than anyone: "I want AI to do my laundry and dishes so that I can do art and writing, not for AI to do my art and writing so that I can do my laundry and dishes."
pride month almost officially over and nothing even remotely gay happened to me. absolutely 100% due to the fact that i have deliberately made myself an island and avoid taking emotional risks at all costs but still...somehow feels incredibly homophobic
Im a BIG multishipper
Izuocha, Togachako, Tododeku, rodydeku, todomomo, todoiida, Momojiro, kamijiro, PEAK.
But kiribaku? They have to be with eachother and eachother only I dont play abt them
Kirishimas nicknames for Bakugou:
- Pretty boy
- Princess
- Sparky
- love
- Babe
- "the great Dynamight"
- Kats
- baby
Bakugous nicknames for Kiri:
- Red
- Ei
- Shitty hair
- honey (rare when he's feeling soft)