PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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almost home
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
we're not kids anymore.
Cosimo Galluzzi
Stranger Things
Cosmic Funnies
Xuebing Du
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Love Begins
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
noise dept.
hello vonnie
PR's Tumblrdome
One Nice Bug Per Day
Sweet Seals For You, Always
trying on a metaphor
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@fuckyeahecr
*clicks wrong button when looting and draws weapons*
varric: OK WHATS UP WHERE AM I SHOOT ING HERE'S BIANCA SHES READY,,,,,,
cassandra: BA TTLE STATIONS WAR CRY READY FOR ANYTHING COME @ ME ENEMIES FEAR ME AN DBEHOLD
solas: FULL BARRIERS FOR THE WHO LE PARTY
TELL US WHY YOU’RE CLOSED. WHY ARE YOU CLOSING YOUR DOORS. WHY ARE YOU LOCKING YOUR DOORS TO THE PUBLIC. TELL US THE REASON. WHY.
Spoiler alert: Winner of Best Rock Performance of the Grammys.
Ellen Jewett’s fanstastic bestiary
Between dream and nightmare, this canadian artist gives life to these beautiful steampunk-styled creatures. Different forms of life, plants and animals, ally with mechanical objects, in a perfect harmony. These sculptures of an another world are made of clay, with a metallic skeleton.
Ellen Jewett has dual degrees in Biological anthropology and Fine Art, so you can understand how her work captures the movement and features of her animal subjects and makes you wonder where the line is between fantasy and reality, which makes it just a little bit creepy. This is my favorite kind of art.
I’m going to post a couple more pic sets. Thanks to vicdeleon for turning me on to her!
Ellen Jewett
The Fantastical Creatures from El by Ellen Jewett
In the world of El, the animals that walk the land only exist as faint what-ifs from dreams long forgotten past waking, the powers of time breaks useless against their backs adorned with plantlife, cities, and other meticulously vibrant structures… themselves, the carriers of worlds. Some of Ellen’s mythical masterpieces, conjured forth from the ether with wire armatures, clay, and acrylics, can be welcomed into your own world with a purchase from her etsy.
Artist: DeviantArt / LiveJournal (Previously!)
Photographer: Paul Freeman
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Literary Birthday - 3 July
Happy Birthday, Franz Kafka, born 3 July 1883, died 3 June 1924
Quotes
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.
All language is but a poor translation.
We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
Books are a narcotic.
I need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ - that wouldn’t be enough - but like a dead man.
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
The person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write.
Writing is prayer.
Kafka was a German writer of novels and short stories. Kafka’s writings symbolise modern man’s anxiety-ridden alienation in an unintelligible, hostile, or indifferent world. He is most famous for The Metamorphosis, The Trial, and The Castle.
Source for Image
by Amanda Patterson for Writers Write
"He had green eyes, so I wanted to sleep with him—green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool-You could drown in those eyes, I said. The fact of his pulse, the way he pulled his body in, out of shyness or shame or a desire, not to disturb the air around him. Everyone could see the way his muscles worked, the way we look like animals, his skin barely keeping him inside. I wanted to take him home and rough him up and get my hands inside him, drive my body into his like a crash test car. I wanted to be wanted and he was very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving. You could drown in those eyes, I said, so it’s summer, so it’s suicide, so we’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool."
Richard Siken (via oh-thisislovely)
daftpunk-delorean asked you:
Prompt, Stony: Tony walks in on Steve, who is singing loudly along with music that Tony finds completely unexpected for someone like Steve, and of course, endlessly amusing.
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Tony was just getting out of the shower when he heard it. He stopped to listen. He always loved Steve’s voice. Steve was self-conscious about it, sometimes. He always sang along with the national anthem and that inane ‘take me out to the ballgame’ song when he watched baseball, though. It had been one of the few things that buying the ultra-mega sporty pack or whatever the hell it was called from the cable company worthwhile. Tony was, however, not at all used to hearing him sing something like *this*.
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This was exactly as wonderful as expected.
For me, I have to constantly constantly constantly remind myself that other people /are/ poeple, that they got fucked up their whole lives, the same way [in different ways] that I did. That everyone is at a different stage of ‘not being an asshole anymore’, even if that means that they haven’t actually opened the guide book yet. It means remembering that stupid shit happens to everyone, every day, and makes them do stupid things. It doesn’t make those things okay, but it does make those things really thoroughly not my fault or because of me. And that allows me to move past those things. Because if I didn’t cause a problem, I am either part of the solution, or not actually involved. If I’m not involved, I can’t actally be hurt by it. It’s hard. I mess up a lot. I still spend like… 75% of my time at least a little bit upset about stupid shit. But that’s better than the 99% it used to be.
brazenly-burger giving me great advice on how to just let things go. Elmo is one of two—maybe three—people I would stand in front of a bullet for, and I think this illustrates why.
And yes, it did make me feel better. I wasn’t expecting that.
(via zaffre)
Oh lord, this always ends on my blog at somepoint in the week X’D Beautiful.
Aaaand just like that my pain kink hits full force. Thanks, I needed that this morning. :)
Loki's Guide to Not Fucking Your Brother
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What an old TV.
Is that a booty on the screen.
Wow that lamp color does not suit this room you all are terrible.
And that painting? Lord, landscapes are so tacky.
What purpose does that lamp even serve? The TV is blocking most of the light, it can hardly be used to illuminate the entire room.
You guys are either blind or have a very fucked up sense of humor.
Just stop ignoring the horrible paint job at the bottom of the end table. It’s not funny, it’s disturbing.
Now that is just disgusting. What poor decorating. I mean honestly who puts a reading lamp next to a TV anyway. And some photograph of trees? Real fuckin’ nice asshole.
I dunno you guys, I think the texture of the walls is lookin’ mighty fine.
okay, so no one sees the butt on the TV screen
Holy shit there’s a butt on the screen
You guys are ridiculous. No one even notices that there are no fucking windows? Who lives like that?
That carpet is horrible and should be burned.
Is that a VCR? Oh my god. People still own those?
