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Riusuke Fukahori creates incredible depth in his artworks by painting a layer at a time onto acrylic resin, until a 3-dimensional image is formed, sort of like how 3D printers work. via awesomer

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i remember being 7 and losing my shit over this stupid ass scene………… zim truly was prime comedy

Wow, haven’t been on Tumblr for over 2 years now xD~ I’ve no idea if people are still following me here; migrated to other social medias by now like me xD;;.  I didn’t really just want to leave it like this though.

I was recently diagnosed with stage 4 fibrosis sarcoma cancer, and the doc thinks I got about 1-1.5 years left. I guess I’m really here to kinda….leave my mark? These are just some of my work from the past few years I haven’t been uploading here :3

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I keep thinking about this moment. About how Jiang Cheng must’ve felt when Zidian - the weapon that had served him for so many years, the weapon he inherited after his mother - suddenly stopped listening to him. The moment when he no longer felt its power.

His expression here just breaks my heart. The way he looks at Zidian, trying to understand what happened, trying to process this emptiness that he suddenly feels.

Because back then, Jiang Cheng doesn’t know yet that others also have been affected. He can as well be the only one - what he does know though is this feeling. This lack of power, the sudden emptiness, he knows it. Because he’d experienced it before. He’d felt what is it like when your golden core is gone. And he’s never forgotten.

In that moment, in the midst of battle, he lost his spiritual power and his very first thought when he realizes that is simply: Again?

How often do you think this haunted his nightmares? This awful feeling of hopelessness, the fear of it repeating itself and rendering him useless? The very fact that he got a second chance was a miracle, something probably not supposed to happen. Maybe he already had wondered if he was living on borrowed time, because how could there not be a price?

There was, but he wasn’t the one to pay it. He just didn’t know that.

So right there, in that very moment he gets taken back to all those years ago, to the days when he lost everything and could only lay and look up at the ceiling, to a different time that yet is now so vivid in his mind - does he think that his fear has caught up with him at last?

And then he hears shouts along the battlefield - cultivator after cultivator stating that they cannot use their qi - and only then does he realize that although there is an emptiness, it is not as profound, not that bone-deep void that made him collapse in on himself.

It turns out right when they’re in the cave and medics state that everyone has lost their qi only temporarily - and of course their situation is still bad, because they are surrounded and stuck and the only people able to fight are Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, Wen Ning and a bunch of children - but Jiang Cheng is relieved. Because he’s been through worse.

Black boys go through depression. Black boys have anxiety. Black boys doubt themselves. Black boys love. Black boys struggle. Black boys think, and Black boys feel. Black boys are just as human as anyone else.

Well, that’s enough internet for me today.