I want to adventure

But I'm just sitting here drinking tea

[annatheoutcast]

Womp Womp

Hi! Please follow my secondary blog @breathinglifeintomyoc because that's where I post my writing and ideas!

[heroicallynude]

My two yr old is looking through a book about prehistoric art and she saw a picture of those cave painting of hands and she held up her own and said "hand!" And I gotta be honest. That hit

[im-da-bronx]

Oh my god, this reminds me of the childrens garden of our local botanical garden. There’s one section that’s called the prehistoric lives garden or smth, and it’s full of native plants that indigenous people 2000 years ago would have eaten and used as medicine, etc. And within this little garden, there’s an adobe style playhouse, which for some reason (probably lighting reasons) has no roof, which means the rusty red dirt floor is often quite muddy.

And this series of events has led to my favorite interactive art piece ever.

Handprints.

Little tiny handprints at the bottom. Big teenager and adult sized handprints at the top. Handprints upon handprints upon handprints, a modern day continuation of an ancient tradition.

Most of the people who contributed were probably doing so because they thought it would be fun, not for any deep philosophical reason. Heck, you can tell based on the height of the larger handprints that their owners were having a jumping competition. They didn’t think about the fact that they were creating art in the exact same way the earliest humans created art. They didn’t think about the fact that humans have always been and will always be humans, and the ways we interact with each other and the world have always stayed the same in the most important ways.

But I did. I thought about it. And I am in love with humanity all over again.

[annatheoutcast]

I love humans

[werewolfetone]

[chaotic-archaeologist]

Calling all archaeoblurs!

If you're an archaeologist* and have a Tumblr, reblog this or sound off in the comments! I figured it's high time we put together a directory of sorts.

*for our purposes, archaeologist can mean someone who has or is working on a degree in archaeology, you don't necessarily have to be currently practicing. If you have a blog that is specifically archaeology focused, include that and what your specialty is!

[archelologist]

Archaeologist working in the field for nearly a decade. When I'm not managing digs I'm doing stone tool reports and computational archaeology-focused research my beloved <3<3<3

[annatheoutcast]

Graduate student focusing on the Early Iron Age of Greece!

[archelologist]

I think the most unique aspect of this job is that, no matter how small, ugly or cosmically (?) irrelevant thing you may find, it always somehow manages to connect you to Some Guy (gender neutral) from literal eons ago who made A Thing. I introduce - small uglyass jar/pot handle with clear, visible fingerprints of the Some Guy who made it!

[annatheoutcast]

Screaming, crying, rolling on the floor in love with humans

[tenderwatches]

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

[stories-by-hails]

For anyone who needs this

[writing-prompt-s]

!!!!

[ad-wills]

[cy-lindric]

She

[da-pu-ri-to-jo-po-ti-ni-ja]

✨ tag yourself ✨ but with Aegean Scripts! Mainly Bronze Age, with a sprinkle of Iron Age (Cypriot Syllabary).

[i-will-write]

[bakapandy]

girlbossed too hard and became a doctor. I’m officially Dr. Pandy, MD 😳😳😳

[annatheoutcast]

Gotta support the legend who supports us

[purplebass]

locklye + hands

[siir-poesia]

[breathinglifeintomyoc]

Locklyle pt. 5

Fanfic of the Lockwood & Co. series by Jonathan Stroud. I haven't updated... in a year?? Sorryyyyy! In other news, I really love the Netflix version and like how it's revived the fandom (WC: 522)

This is just a snippet, you can read the whole thing on AO3!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It suffices to say, the job did not go smoothly. Kipps found the source after what felt like an eternity, but was probably not more than a minute from when Loretta Key reached her peak and Lucy had fallen to the ground screaming. From the salt-sprays and scorches that Lockwood could see through the secret doorway, Kipps had resorted to throwing salt bombs and the silver net on every surface of the small room. What the source was or how it was contained was the least of Lockwood’s concerns though. The visitor and her snake-like jaws vanished with a startling pop, and the extreme plummet in psychic pressure made Lockwood nearly double over with nausea. But the screaming continued. Lucy’s screaming continued. Fuck. He was next to her in an instant, but as soon as he touched her, her eyes shot open and the shattering sounds from her throat only intensified. Her skin was pale and blotchy and the hair she wasn’t gripping fell like torn curtains across her face; her eyes burned through him, seeing something he didn’t. “Lucy!” He tried to reach out for her again, but she stumbled away from him. “What’s wrong with her, I secured the source!” Kipps shouted from where he was helping George and Holly get up. I don’t know! Lucy was backed into the corner now clawing at her throat; she looked more like a visitor than she did even on their journeys to the Other Side. God it’s like the Annabel Ward case — she’s gone to deep. “Lockwood! What do we do?” It was Holly’s voice. The torment and fear on Lucy’s face was paralyzing him, dragging him down as if she was ghost-locking him. He saw a trickle of blood from Lucy’s nose. This is hurting her. It was obvious, but seeing the dark stain of her blood track across her sickly skin was enough to jar him to action. He bounded to her and wrapped his arms around her body as tight as he could, fighting her wild thrashing. God, her screams cut his very soul. The very small part of him not completely enveloped in panic noted that she probably wouldn’t be able to speak later. “Lucy! Lucy, please!” As she lost the strength to keep fighting against him, her screams grew more mournful and desperate. He was thankful that his arms kept her hands from continuing to scratch at her face. “Lucy! You’re safe! The visitor’s gone!” His ears were in significant pain by this point. “Lucy!”

“Loretta, stop!” It was George. And Lucy’s screams finally stopped. The silence that followed was deafening and, looking at his teammates, Lockwood was sure that they were just as hesitant to move a muscle and break the stillness that descended on the now disarrayed library. Lucy stumbled out of his arms and wavered in front of him.

“Lucy?” He probed quietly. 

She raised her face to look at him and the, pardon the pun, haunted sheen in her eyes was shattering. She took a staggering step towards him, but collapsed forward, making Lockwood rush forward to hold her for the second time.

[bob-artist]

The last thing my dream brain said to me before I woke up this morning was “Toblerone snake.”

So, uh… here you go.

[butchfagminotaur]

snoblerone(snake toblerone)

[annatheoutcast]

forbidden pokemon

[stas-j-fox-sideblog]

The Grim Reaper and the Star Catcher

[annatheoutcast]

It's so upsetting that this is a puss in boots fanart

[lyralit]

intense writing things (exposing things that writers do)

discovering a major plot point of their WIP halfway through and just adding it in with any other changes, telling themselves they'll "go back and revise it later"

lots of staring at a blinking cursor hoping it'll magically write

abandoning their main WIP at a crucial part to write the mini WIP that floated into their thoughts

thinking more about what they're going to write than actually writing

complaining about their favourite character dying off in a novel while simultaneously creating a character whose death will be painful for the reader in their WIP

— (iykyk)

can only write during a certain (extremely inconvenient) time of day

"look I wrote another 10 words" to anyone who will listen

knowing the entirety of the plot but nothing at all when you open a new paper

knowing the exact definitions of the most obscure words but forgetting the simplest things

writing a sentence, being proud of it, finding it again while editing, being really proud, sending it to your friend, realizing it's from Percy Jackson or some other popular equivalent.

smiling in pain when your friend asks you about the wip you abandoned months ago ("I know I will finish it this time")

[annatheoutcast]

the main vs mini WIP is the reason that my Locklyle fic hasn't been updated in a year but I do have thousands of words in my Naruto OC fic that explores Naruto physics that I can't publish cause it has no plot