I Love Things That Come In Glass Jars Because Once Its Over The Glass Jar Is Mine

*I drew this picture for a fan convention to celebrate the 3rd anniversary of FGO Nemo's implementation.

Work process & Idea sketch

ladies and gentlemen, I offer you an exclusive peek inside nikolai lantsov's head

i am in severe distress. i am vibing. i am king of the world. i am bored. i am lost at sea. i am making coffee. i am foraging in the forest. i am making tea. i am chasing pigeons. i am napping in a chair

the way victorie and robin and ramy all loose their birth languages has me in shambles. victorie never really spoke hatian creole, she moved to france at a very young age, and when she tried to bring it into babel, she was dismissed. ramy, who’s from kolkata, who’s bengali, only speaks bengali once in the book and his speech has become rudimentary because the british saw urdu and sanskrit and arabic as more valuable. robin has forgotten cantonese by the time he goes back home for the same reason. it’s utterly tragic it comes with a deep pain that’s hard to describe the pain of loosing your mother tongue.

desi culture (classical dance edition) is not realising you've been in the (once a very uncomfortable) neutral pose for the past hour for no particular reason

what if people made human versions of iconic tumblr posts and shipped them

no. no no no

I put vodka in my jiuce againa nd now I'm dixxy. Tryping is so hard I'm supposed to write some wandering star tody. Why doI never learn.

when you practice kindness and i mean seriously, consciously choose it over and over again, it shows. that kind of selfless love etches itself into your laugh lines, steeps like a teabag until your words are inherently graceful. sometimes we spit out that choice through gritted teeth, but late at night when time stands still, the universe kisses your eyelids and promises you twice the love in return.

I don’t have casual obsessions, I have all consuming fixations that send me into a downward spiral to hell

I'm reblogging this as my mom is sitting across the table from me going through some property papers because hamare rishthedar jhagda kar rahe hai

Desi culture is your immediate or door ke rishthedar or even your neighbours having property pe jhagda