hoodies and crows, nothing better

they/them, millennial elder

[hoodiedcrows]

Pinned post for J&J

FLOWER META

Original post (Aran and Tattoo)

Aran and flowers, part 1 (ep 1)

Aran and flowers, part 2 (ep 2)

Aran and flowers, part 3 (ep 3)

Floral interlude 1: Granny

Aran and flowers, part 4 (ep 4)

Aran and flowers, part 5 (ep 5)

Aran and flowers, part 6 (ep 6)

Floral interlude FLOWER META KEY

Aran and flowers, part 7 (eps 7-11)

tbc :3

OTHER META

Dream Tees & sidenote

RANDOM SIDENOTES

Aran's new style

Tattoo's head/heart space

Tattoo's moment of Noticing

Aran and kha/khrab

Aran and Hoy, t-shirts and friends

Will there be arson?

King card in the opening credits

Stages of Boop :D

[basketballhoopshowerhead]

you have been on tumblr for like 12 years why

the earth doesmt want me

[boatswainer]

Captain Valentine Barnard, 1810.

[kurhanchyk]

[kurhanchyk]

are you okay i noticed you reblogging "a raven with a damaged wing. it can still fly with ease" again

[tinyghosthands]

"Bad Haircut," a poem of mine published Maudlin House earlier this month.

[catcrumb]

[swampmaiden-deactivated20150305]

you see a tiny sign planted in the ground. bending down to read, you just make out, in impossibly tiny script "a mundane clump of dirt; much beloved by god, like any other"

[atlasofaffinities]

Andy Goldsworthy

Early morning calm

knotweed stalks

pushed into lake bottom

made complete by their own reflections

DERWENT WATER, CUMBRIA

20 FEBRUARY & 8-9 MARCH | 988

[animatedtext]

[l3ominor]

[cosmonautroger]

Kaybid

[mastincala-deactivated20240527]

Raven Steals the Sun by Preston Singletary (Tlingit), Raven Steals the Light by Bill Reid (Haida), Raven Stealing the Sun by Ken Mowatt (Gitksan), webb and hubble images of the pilars if creation

[jabberding0]

Petroglyph depicting whales, Qaqortoq, Greenland, 2010.

[cloudy-citrus]

[dirt-secret]

little wolf, big world

[poqu]

swimmy

[hoodiedcrows]

It took me until he did a sassy bag toss to realise that that's Tegoshi as Sakuta!! What a throwback:.)

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.