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Ranboo!!
Not making the bg white because it will remind me of UA and im tired of grieving 👊😔
Anyways he 😳
#ranboo #ranboofanart #mcyt
"For changing the American story, for showing that the forces of empathy are greater than the furies of division, for sharing a vision of healing in a grieving world, Joe Biden and Kamala Harris are TIME's 2020 Person of the Year"
Time editor-in-chief Edward Felsenthal.
#TIMEPOY
This was the piece, it was for a friend who recently lost their pup, and I wanted to help them in their grieving process, especially so close to the holidays. When our kindness is met with equal measure, it means the world.
We recognise that Christmas is not necessarily a happy time for everyone. This year, this could be especially true. GodSpaceLight offer resources to help acknowledge pain this Christmas with some creative ideas for activities that facilitate grieving.
https://t.co/LDxChvCNzv
Making this piece was my grieving process, I guess. I could barely comprehend losing Unus Annus when I started it, but by the time I finished it, it finally felt right that it was ending.
Major Alan Edmonstoune Greenshields Leadbetter was decorated for gallantry at Gallipoli but was then killed near Ypres in August 1917, aged 20. His grieving father petitioned for differenced arms for Alan and had a memorial window installed in Bedrule Parish Church, Roxburgh.
Yuri Lowell:
- most likely American
- still grieving over the loss of the LMBS
- Normie (but in a good way)
- "tales games have the best dialogue"
- lowkey gay
#Drawlloween Day 23 Tomb Bop
This creature is said to help guide the dead to their next life with the music it makes from its tail. Many tombs are adorned with statues of Serstra. For the living its music is said to heal the grieving.
#drawlloween2020 #drawtober #artober
DR2 spoilers
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I’m going to be doing sprite edits of momentos because I’m so mad they’re not in game
Give him her SWORD *HAJIME* he’s SAD he’s GRIEVING
At #Halloween, #elves ride out of Cleeves Cove, Ayrshire.
Their clothes are of green velvet; their flint-headed arrows are dipped in hemlock poison; their bows are made of the rib-bones of unbaptised babies secretly buried in the glens by grieving mothers.
Image: @wlopwangling
i miss her so much
i'm grieving right now
shut up shhhh
shhhhh
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*crying Other Friends*