Cursed Concept Part 2
The Great Yeetsby
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Reblogging for those awesome tags^
When I thought it couldn’t get better
whats the best way to trim the crest+beard of a silkie? this lady can barely see with all that floof!
apparently some people use little headbands to keep the fluff out of their eyes
80s chickens
yo im late but when i first got my polish frizzle bantams years ago from their breeder their crests were up to keep them out of the mud (because they’re show birds) and the result was amazing
chef hats/make-up brush hair
i love them thank you for the advice
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I had to Google what frizzles looked like normally and
Toby Maguire profile pictures.
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i cant imagine anyone better to play nick carraway
hes wonderful mwah kisses to him
The Sunset and the Night
He shone with gold and pink.
Jay Gatsby’s being was draped in gold. His golden hair, his golden metals, the golden lights of his house. He was yellow, too. Yellow like the way his car was, and like the yellowed photographs that were stowed away in his pocket. The yellow and gold shimmer with wealth and riches and dubious deeds.
Jay Gatsby was pink. Pink like his suit and the flowers in his grand garden. Pink like love and obsession. Pink like the sunset drenched in gold.
That’s what he was, that Jay Gatsby. A sun. Sunset. A man who covered and surrounded himself with gold and pink to create a glorious sunset, noticeable and beautiful to all who gazed at him, a beauty that was impossible to ignore.
He, on the other hand, was shrouded in blacks and blues.
Nick Carraway was quiet, ignored. Almost a side character in even his own life. He wore black suits, blue if it struck his fancy, but it hardly ever did. His car was black, easily forgettable, and the way he drove was slow and calm.
Nick Carraway lived in a small place. It was almost unnoticeable, especially when one of Gatsby’s parties sprung up, filling the night with golden light, but it just made Nick’s house all the more forgotten. Nick was forgotten and surrounded by darkness, like the night.
Nick was the night. Forgettable, easily outshone, but beautiful when one cared to look.
It must have been painful to be so close to the sunset, but never able to gaze upon its beauty. It must have been painful to outshine the night whenever going nearby, never quite able to see the stars in the dark.
And, yet, they met. And their relationship flourished.
Nick pulled Jay away from the green light that ruined his sunset skies. Jay brought gold to Nick’s sparkling night.
They stumbled and fell into love with each other, and Jay forgot about an old love that sparkled like diamonds. He decided that diamonds couldn’t compare to the millions of stars that shone in the dark.
adding highlights to my drawings while not knowing or ignoring where the light source is
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