Bonjour à tous, soyez les bienvenus pour la deux cent quarante-deuxième édition de #lexpressiondumardi, qui vous présente l’expression “prendre des gants”.
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“Kummerspeck” is a German word that literally translates to “grief bacon,” referring to the excess weight gained from emotional overeating during sad times.
what is this expression called? this whole
“well actually you might have a point there” expression.
how do I write this?
Formling Expressions (Official/testing)
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Haeviling Expressions (Official/Testing) (Warning: Veins)
Have some Dakota expressions! I wanted to get a bit more used to drawing him, and thought it’d be helpful for artfight lol. One day I will draw him on his own properly.
“Portraits of Grief: Father’s Agony”
A one-shot series by an artist who creates unusual portraits of his father, who wants to capture his father’s suffering expressions after his death.
Read more: https://myanimethoughts.com/a-one-shot-series-by-an-artist-who-creates-unusual-portraits-of-his-father-who-wants-to-capture-his-fathers-suffering-expressions-after-his-death
#Portraits #Grief #Father #Agony #Expressions
A one-shot series by an artist who creates unusual portraits of his father, who wants to capture his father’s suffering expressions after his death.
Purple
Shreya Anil (Economics, 3rd Year)
It seems there are different shades of purple, though not so many of yellow and green, for the flowering plant in the balcony of my house claimed to be purple.
The flower shop owner who sold it months ago, would describe her as indigo, to which, she would droop her leaves in an open act of disapproval.
A colourblind friend passing by the veranda would call her red. This would make her tremble with an air of arrogance.
The sophisticated neighbour who comes to visit would say that she loved her lavender tint and the plant would bow and brood for the remnant of the day.
The comment that would hurt her the most would come from me when I would call her flowers violet and she would sway away at the supreme insult.
On another day, I would comment that her shine resembles that of an orchid, and a boom would befall her elegant grace…
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Due to being unwell this past week, I decided to share an old project I worked on. A few years ago, I made a set of expressions of my dragon, Dawn, in the form of stickers to use in place of some emojis on my phone. I’m particularly fond of the Melting Dawn expression.
Possibly finished…? Jade and Virga from the Heartache campaign, for @chibipika’s Thousand Roads Review Blitz prize!
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I wrote you a eulogy
-Deborpita Das (Sociology, 1st Year)
(Trigger warning- themes of anticipatory grief, mental health issues, and imagery related to death.)
I wrote you a eulogy
Moisture creeps into my walls–
I rot in the damp as my bones come undone.
Soil has packed itself into my ribs
Dirt has learnt the shape of my spine.
Roots have grown through me, unwilling to move.
yet one careless tug is all it takes
and I snap,
a vine’s thin tendril
climbing the legs of my house.
The wind strikes my face
and I draw my shawl closer.
I cannot tell
whether it is the frost
–that makes me tremble
or the heat of being frozen in place.
December ends me in ways that matter.
It tries to find roots in my arid soul,
digging at the grains of sand–
the sun burned into glass.
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Baptism
-Varenya Iyengar (BAP, 1st Year)
Grabbed moundfuls of dust and recreated me,
Iota by iota of dirt
I saw the lived evidence of it in fingernails,
They were sodden, and grimy and embedded with me
Spewed violence and life into me all at once,
Knot after knot, weaved strands onto my scalp and weaved apart
Erected each Wanton tooth
And thus I was and thus I shall remain
Until I crumble into particles again,
Particles that do not know my name, or who I love
From perishable rib to perishable rib
And I will be a stranger to my own dirt.
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Stars apart
-Kavya Dhodapkar (Economics, 1st Year)
I dream of the sun
See it for more than a star,
Dream of the burn,
And see how it scars, (gentle)
my silken tissue, behind each lid,
Till I weep from an eye, gone.
Blinded, with no light,
A little sparkle from a star,
Left with a remnant for a heart,
and a tiny grain of salt
All washed pale, in memoir
Of a love cherished far (too much)
In the dream of a sun,
Seen, as more than just a star.
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Fair and Just Stream
-Anvi Gupta (Political Science)
Stream flowing with full rage,
carrying with it pebbles—
small and big, dense and slight.
The small are rushed ahead,
the big are left behind.
But what if the big ones carried
the dream
to be
what they have never been?
Ah—nature’s quiet hierarchy
had already drawn
an unfair symmetry,
difficult to break.
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The Commoner’s Hymn
- Zainab Shah (English, 2nd Year)
The forlorn lover with his holy rhyme,
Brings back memories of distant shrines.
Of ancient texts;
Forgotten lands;
He sings of Belinda’s stolen strand.
We hear its song, both sweet and old,
Yet long for our own stories to be told.
We say, we say:
Sir sing anew!
A song that tells of us and new.
Perplexed he looks,
Says not a word,
Goes on to sing his merry praise
Of old and of the grumpy kings;
Of decrees passed castles within;
I sing not the weary song-
Of nameless folks,
and common mass.
Forlorn forlorn!
So we cry-
Begone you too like those days went by.
We sing to ourselves our merry praise,
Of us and of our merry days.
The kings shall come and they shall die,
The common song lives by and by.
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ALT[Chd. Illus. 2.4] Brick Pig Expressions
Behold, the brother pig who made a brick house! I hated drawing his hat :))
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ALT[Chd. Illus. 2.3] Stick Pig Expressions
Behold, the brother pig who makes a house out of sticks! I only enjoyed drawing him because he was so simple to draw XDD
