Chefchaouen, Morocco. Painting by Magí Puig. Spanish (Catalan) artist born 1966.
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Chefchaouen, Morocco. Painting by Magí Puig. Spanish (Catalan) artist born 1966.
whats your name. whats the color of the sky. whats the opposite of down
i love it and hate it when a character in a story is so obviously created to be cool and awesome and then i do think they're cool and awesome. like fuck, yeah, ok, they're fucking epic. swag as hell. you got me you coolbaited me ok? i'm coolbaited.
remember when this was the craziest thing politicians ever said
this could work. we never tried it
wow I love to sit crosslegged without moving for several hours straight!
okay time to straighten my legs man I'm so excited
I f eel like a suit of armour that was attacked by a welder
I am nineteen years old
I am so sorry I just turned 20 I hope you can forgive me
. yeah okay true I did do that
Sheryl Lee filming Twin Peaks Fire Walk With Me
Anyway Cytherea’s funeral was beautiful and I can’t read Mercy’s speech at it without choking up. It’s not really the same at all, but her story told all in a rush about the only time she’d seen Cytherea cry just hits. I read it with the same wild grief that I felt saying at the memorial service a year later that N___ had never had a chocolate cheesecake. I had the ingredients to make her one in my refrigerator the day she died and I’m going to be living with that every cheesecake I make for the rest of my life, and it’s a small regret compared to Mercy staring into Cytherea Loveday’s face and remembering 10,000 years later how she cried and said “we could have stopped” but
I think something that draws me into these books so much is how the ornate gothic worldbuilding and absurdly high stakes serve as scaffolding for characters that really dig into the rawness of being. Mercymorn is over ten thousand years old, but at her friend’s funeral she stares into her dead face like she can bring her back if she just wants hard enough and pointlessly hemorrhages regret like saying it now will change anything. It’s an old story at the heart of Harrow the Ninth, sad and dull and universal. We had someone, we lost someone.
I have the same feeling about the way Mercy in the River recounts having seen Cassiopia torn apart by ghosts and thinking, absurdly, “But what will we do with your ceramics collection?”. That banal reaction to death that sticks crystal clear in your mind. But what will we do with your ceramics collection? That can’t be true, we were going to get lunch. What about our plan to dye your hair?
Grief can be a cascade of flashing lights moving in dreadful slow motion, dappled shadow and the slow uncomprehending agony of the fall, a howl that wakes an entire building because no one should be able to sleep through the end of the world, pressing your face to a wet mattress and feeling your pain expand to fill the breadth and depth of a universe. And it can be the soft amazed agony of realising over and over that she’s gone. She’s dead, and you don’t know what to do with her ceramics collection. Her last email is still unread in your inbox.
Harrow the Ninth is about grief, and it explores that in so many personal and eloquent ways. Everyone is grieving, and to each of them their own grief is the most profound and enormous force in the universe.
I asked if this was an art installation and a Danish person said "no this is quite a serious impedance"
The thing about Locked Tomb gender roles too is that you can see in NtN how hard Ianthe is attempting to do Augustine and yet never can because she's a woman. She had to suck up to Augustine in this specifically feminine, ingratiating way to get close to him at all, and now that he's dead she's trying to step into his shoes as the cool, aloof, well-if-needs-truly-must new Lyctor. And yet she's still in charge of managing John's feelings, making sure Daddy's happy, doing his bidding as a Lyctor while simultaneously running emotional triage on her depressed alcoholic fatherboss. Augustine didn't have to do that shit! Augustine wasn't expected to tend to John's every need and be personally responsible for his happiness! That's a job that John specifically delegates to women in his life — he did it to Alecto, he did it to Mercy, and now he's doing it to Ianthe. And as the third in this illustrious line of corpses, Ianthe knows what awaits her if John gets tired of her insufferable habit of having a personhood that exists outside of him.
i was speaking with a guy i work with and when leaving i said okay see you monday and he went oh no i wont be in monday. im going bald. and i said ?you're what? and he just repeated im going bald monday. wont be in
update: he didn’t show up on Monday and on Tuesday he was bald
"Sold to fleetwood mac" fic trend but the main character just gets forgotten and left behind at the hotel within 3 days bc the band is too busy fucking and fighting each other
me: i have a very specific tumblr accent meme im thinking of that surely i should be able to pull up by searching the text in the meme
the most dogshit useless decimated search engine in the entire world:
i did find it btw but having a COMPUTER address me like it’s a person sent me into such an incandescent rage i nearly pitched my phone clear across the room
Cedar Waxwings by jocelynefeizo1 http://ift.tt/1RM3Kk0
#do cedar waxwings ever eat anything besides photogenic red berries#do cedar waxwings ever do anything besides eating photogenic red berries#is there any way this child can get its parent to stop feeding it photogenic red berries
watch how many berries I can cram into this other bird
ok but ive fed many baby cedar waxwings and literally they won’t stop begging you for food unless you cram them as full of berry as they can physically contain. this is a bad idea and not something you should do.
the baby waxwing does not know or care about this. it will jump in your line of sight to hold its beak open and flap its wings at you. it will steal food from your beak (tweezers). i have seen them go up to other birds i have just fed and snatch berries out of their throats as they swallow. the baby wants this. the baby will not be satisfied. this is the most rational cedar waxing parent
nun pussy probably isn't even that good
Tamsyn Muir Oxford Speaker Event
hello locked tomblr! i was at the tamsyn muir event in oxford - here are my notes i've tried to group them thematically rather than chronologically, and to point out spoilers when i can. there are some parts that i missed/didn't hear correctly - i would appreciate it if others at the event correct me :D
Key takeaways
Alecto is still being written! Muir was reluctant to say a year, so it will probably be more than that
Alecto won’t be written in a Biblical style, and there will be multiple POVs. It will mostly be told from Harrow’s POV (I hope I heard that right)
Muir loves the idea of a TLT videogame
Muir’s not yet done with Floralinda
this is how new yorkers @ mamdani