LATHBORA VIRAN

Miranda — We can never be gods, after all—but we can become something less than human with frightening ease. Steam / Goodreads / Storygraph / Backloggd

[derangedrhythms]

Marilyn Hacker, Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons; from ‘Poète Maudite’

[kerryeurodynes]

the witcher 3 gifs - 15/?.

[sublimepoint]

↳ Dragon Age: Inquisition scenery [2/∞]

[lifeinpoetry]

I want to stay on the back porch while the world tilts toward sleep, until what I love misses me, and calls me in.

— Dorianne Laux, from “On the Back Porch,” Only As the Day Is Long: New and Selected Poems

[katiemcgrath]

Sir Lancelot takes Queen Guinevere’s body to glastonbury & buries her with King Arthur. Soon after, overcome with grief, Sir Lancelot himself dies at the Monastery, surrounded by his brothers. He is buried at Joyous Gard.

Sir Launcelot never after ate but little meat, ne drank, till he was dead. For then he sickened more and more, and dried, and dwined away. For the Bishop nor none of his fellows might not make him to eat, and little he drank, that he was waxen by a cubit shorter than he was, that the people could not know him. For evermore, day and night, he prayed, but sometime he slumbered a broken sleep; ever he was lying grovelling on the tomb of King Arthur and Queen Guenever. And there was no comfort that the Bishop, nor Sir Bors, nor none of his fellows, could make him, it availed not. So within six weeks after, Sir Launcelot fell sick, and lay in his bed; and then he sent for the Bishop that there was hermit, and all his true fellows. Then Sir Launcelot said with dreary steven: Sir Bishop, I pray you give to me all my rites that longeth to a Christian man. — Excerpt taken from Le Morte d’Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory

[cy-lindric]

I totally forgot to post the whole thing ! Here’s my piece for @sibzine , the Sand Snakes from asoiaf. It was awesome sharing a feature with all those cool folks ! 

[weltenwellen]

Anne Sexton, from “Red Riding Hood”, The Complete Poems

[frodo-baggins]

“I am old, Gandalf. I don’t look it, but I am beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts. Well-preserved indeed! Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can’t be right. I need a change, or something.”

[smalllady]

Let me tell you something: there are mirrors. Old mirrors, from the ancient times when our people ruled every part of this land. Only they’re not really mirrors–they’re Eluvians. You find some dusty old scholar, he’s going to tell you our people used Eluvians to talk to each other. Don’t believe it. They’re portals. You walk into one, and eventually you come out the other side…or, at least, this is what I’m told.

[luthienne]

Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; "Mythology"

[rasputinaillyanna]

Rethink human’s dominion in The Invincible: a story-driven adventure set in a hard sci-fi world by Stanisław Lem. Discover planet Regis III as scientist Yasna, use atompunk tools looking for a missing crew and face unforeseen threats. Make choices in a philosophical story that’s driven by science. The Invincible, 2023 Developed by Starward Industries, published by 11 bit studios

[itspapillonnoir]

ASSASSIN'S CREED BLACK FLAG RESYNCED — [6/?]

[meiselr]

“I was so hungry. I watched you as you slept, muscles shining in the moon, rubbed with seal-oil, hard and bright. I could smell the salt of your body, and my mouth wept for you.”

— Catherynne M. Valente, excerpt of Sedna, Submerged (via camilla-macauley)

[antonsokolov]

“Martin has always had his sights set on the Abbey’s highest office.”

[antonsokolov]

(happy birthday elenei!)

[smalllady]

Places in Dragon Age: Inquisition - Vir Dirthara

This is Vir Dirthara. The living knowledge of the empire. The libraries of every city. The wisdom of every court. A connecting place whose paths are in disarray. The Vir Dirthara was made with world and Fade. When they sundered, so did we. Paths broke. Knowledge fragmented. Many were trapped. I preserve their last words.

[gebrielreyes]

“… she is the divinity he’s come to worship.”

— Angela Carter, from “Puss-in-Boots,” The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories (via lifeinpoetry)

[n7commander]

You planning to stick around when this is over?