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steamgirlofficial:

official-kato-page:

love-and-weapons:

☆ love and weapons

If you want to post my photos, be a sweetheart and don’t edit the image or crop the watermark out. Even though it’s a semi nakey chick in a sexy pose, it’s still someone’s photography, someone’s art and time, money and effort went into creating it. Outfits were made, people were hired, miles were driven, locations were rented and a little piece of my soul was chipped off and shared with strangers in allowing them to see what I look like under my clothes. That’s not an easy feat for a sensitive, introverted Virgo. This is not an attention-seeking selfie. This is an expression of the art of the female form. I hope people will learn to appreciate and respect that as it’ll ultimately make you appear more educated and awesome. I never ask for credit, I don’t care for tags, but leave the original photo be.

Couldn’t have said it better myself, boss. The “SteamGirl” and “Kato” watermarks are extremely important for us in order to inform everyone where people can see more of our work if they enjoy it. So if you really are a fan of Kato or SteamGirl.com, folks, keep those photos unedited and uncropped.

reblogging for the commentary - so important!

whimsicalgardens asked: If Kato and friends ever find themselves on the easy coast they should think about attending the Spoutwood Farm Fairy Festival in May. :) I'm sure they'd get some perfect Fey/Steampunk inspired pictures.

steamgirlofficial:

Well don’t be shy, send a message over to the festival and tell them you’d like to see Kato and the rest of the SteamGirl.com models there!

And to everyone: if you want to see Kato or the other models at an event near you, have the organizers contact us at SteamGirlMail@gmail.com and who knows, maybe we can set something up!

-Prof. Falconer

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Yes, all men must die… but we are not men.

neenya:

"They cited the ever-widening night sky as the impetus for this decision."

— Episode 22: The Whispering Forest

(via nightvalequotes)

"

Let’s have a look at traffic. Old Town Night Vale resident Katherine Ciel just sent in the following report of what’s happening out there on the roads. Katherine writes: On Sunday, a lambent crevice opened up in the street outside my house. By Tuesday, birds were flying into it. ’I probably won’t miss you,’ my mother said. ‘I’m only interested in the end of the world,’ I replied. Many find it difficult to breathe without the atmosphere, but we knew how. We just stopped breathing. We’re at the Moonlight All-Night Diner, and they’re serving up fruit from the plants growing out of the waitress. The closed sign whispers, ‘Please, don’t touch me.’ We watch bodies fall to the ground outside like deep sea creatures surfacing. You turn to me and ask, ‘Do you ever think about suicide?’ I look away from you and close my eyes, eat the raspberries to confuse the blood in my mouth. Now you’re in the only car in the parking lot at midnight and you’re watching me throw stones at the moon, which hangs low in the sky so that he can look into your house. Your sister tried to touch him from her window once, and he flinched. Now he and the oceans watch her with a quiet concern. The lilac sky is trying to rest her head on his shoulder, all trees gradually growing through her. A hummingbird whispers to you, ‘Be careful. Under her dress is her skin,’ and then builds his nest in the middle of the highway. I look back to you, and you close your eyes.

So, Night Vale, sounds like you should use some alternate routes today. Thank you, Katherine, for that report. This has been traffic.

"

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Welcome to Night Vale

Episode 20 - Poetry Week

(via nightvalequotes)

"The town criers have cross-stitched their mouths shut and stapled their eyes open.
The benches are all broken.
No one sits down anyway.
No one can fit their broken wings beneath their cloaks.
A skin condition that makes its victims appear timelessly sad, afflicts most.
Prominent citizens drown in the carpool lane.
Their makeup floats to the surface.
Wine glasses clink together.
They hate each other.
They clink until one breaks and then the other."

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Welcome to Night Vale

Episode 20 - Poetry Week

(via nightvalequotes)

the traumatized are unpredictable because we know we can survive.