She Lives the Poetry She Cannot Write

an omnium-gatherum; ao3: Mira_Jade

[boltlightning]

windfall

On an otherwise routine assault of a pirate den, Captain James Norrington uncovers a rare treasure: a dragon egg. It is simultaneously an opportunity beyond belief, the greatest upset to a naval career, and a chance at companionship the young captain has never before known. or: potc, but temeraire. here there be dragons. 20k words, multi-chapter and complete

Norrington has no fishing gear, and the oil lamp he brings from the cave provides little light, but Tempest has no need of either. The fish that had washed upon the shoals in the storm are easy prey. 

Focused on the hunt, Tempest leaps into the air. The instant he is aloft Norrington feels his heart leap along with him — Tempest is not chained to anything, and if he takes off here, he could fly away out of the Caribbean and out of captivity.

The prospect is terrifying: a feral dragon is not a threat any military man ever wants to encounter. The prospect is relieving: if Tempest leaves to never return, Norrington might resume the life he already knows without the need to turn it all on its head. The prospect is disheartening: their bond is but an hour old, yet he feels irrationally responsible for Tempest.

The moment passes, as does the fear. Tempest is merely pouncing upon his target, an unfortunate beached tuna struggling to return to the water. He picks up the whole fish in his jaws, returns to where Norrington rests by a tree, and eats it there in several impressive bites. Then he curls up in the sand against Norrington’s legs and falls asleep immediately.

By the moonlight, Norrington stares at the slumbering dragon, dazed. He rests one hand on Tempest’s back and feels the rhythmic rise and fall of his breath, and it brings some primordial instinct in Norrington’s body peace, even as his mind reels. Tempest is a great size, and will grow greater still, yet something about his curled form reminds Norrington of the cats he used to rescue from the streets of London. 

It is familiar and strange, unwanted yet desperately desired. Despite his best efforts to keep watch, despite every emotion he needs to reconcile before facing his men tomorrow, Norrington drifts asleep leaning against the dragon’s bulk, the soft susurration of waves off the shore their lullaby.

(read on ao3 here!)

[hype-queer-fixated]

[kelogsloops]

Which of these is your favourite? 🤔

Archive Prints Drop : 18 Dec, 12PM (PT) www.kelogsloops.com

I recently dug through my storage and found all these spare prints and proofs I’ve kept tucked away over the years. These are all past edition prints that have long sold-out, but I’ll be putting them up on the shop next week as a small archival collection!

Please keep in mind that many of these are VERY limited in quantities, so mark the date to not miss out!

#brbchasingdreams

[kelogsloops]

'Lovers' Print Collection is now live!

Prints are available til 16th Feb, 12PM (PT) Visit the Shop

This series began as a storytelling experimentation through painting with light, and unfolded into these four, dim & moody moments between lovers. Their faces are hidden in shadow, but the body language and touch reveal what words often can't express #brbchasingdreams

[kelogsloops]

Lovers, Red

Prints are now live here: kelogsloops.shop Only available til 16th Feb, 12PM (PT)

This series began as a storytelling experimentation through painting with light, and unfolded into these four, dim & moody moments between lovers. Their faces are hidden in shadow, but the body language and touch reveal what words often can't express #brbchasingdreams

[fu-boss]

Real life Road Runner

[sahonithereadwolf]

Looney Tunes is real and happening outside.

[dancing-crow]

good lord its feet really do spin around in a circle when going fast

[mylordshesacactus]

I read etiquette and homemaking guides from the 1800s mostly because they're a FASCINATING insight into cultural norms that we often don't think about. I honestly really recommend people crack one of these open at least once--it goes way beyond, like, "what to wear to a ball!!!"

The best ones have advice on decor, how to select high-quality furniture, childrearing, fashion, etc--from a contemporary perspective, and the things the authors feel the need to clarify vs the wild shit that will just casually mention like it's something everyone knows and agrees on is REALLY revealing of the culture and how it's shifted.

And while a lot of the advice is WILDLY bigoted or just outright funny, you'd be surprised how much of it is...just genuinely timeless, and shockingly compassionate.

They ALSO, as a writer, have INVALUABLE resources--because, again, they're talking about things that are so MUNDANE that a lot of the time nobody really sat down to formally document what normal, everyday people thought or cared about--because that's boring! But a book written to provide advice and information to, say, a young woman who's never run her own home before? You can fully expect an entire chapter dedicated to The Types Of Oven, and which features are useful and worth spending money on, and which features are a huge hassle to clean and a waste of space, and what to spend that money on instead.

And like. As a writer who frequently works in the 1800s? Fuck inflation calculators, this is the kind of thing I need. This is absolutely priceless.

Now that being said.

My current favorite 'etiquette guide' in the world is actually like....70% purely practical advice, written by a gentleman the groupchat has affectionately dubbed History's Most Autistic Man In The World, and thank god they didn't have Aderall back then

Because the AuDHD is strong in this one and as a result, in addition to the deeply practical and useful everyday reference points, we also have:

[mylordshesacactus]

[mylordshesacactus]

[trickzac]

[tintin-se-souvient]

Blue Boat  -  Oscar Droege

[iamjapanese]

Oscar Droege（German, 1898-1983）

via

[random-brushstrokes]

Léa Lafugie (French, 1890-1972)

Léa Lafugie (11 Feb 1890, Paris 7 — 18 June 1972, Paris 16) was a French explorer, artist and writer, one of the first solo traveler women to sojourn in Tibet, and whose body of work reflects her lasting interest in China and Southeast Asia. After studying at Paris Ecole des Arts decoratifs (School of Decorative Arts), at Ecole des Beaux-Arts (School of Fine Arts) and Academie Jullian, she started working in fashion illustration, with nude paintings, engravings of hairstyles and portraits of young women displaying the new feminism of the “Roaring Twenties”.

As early as 1924, Léa Lafugie embraced the vocation of ​“painter-traveler”, wandering through North Africa and holding her first exhibition in Tunis. Inspired by travel writer Alexandra David-Néel (who was to be nicknamed ​“the Parisian Lady in Lhasa”), she headed to India and Tibet, where she stayed in three occasions: 1926 (Kashmir and Ladakh), 1927 (Darjeeling, Sikkim and Tibet up to Gyantse), and 1931 (Shimla, Spiti Valley, Ladakh, Srinagar). While drawing and painting without a pause, she published her travel notes in renowned outlets, from L’Illustration to Extreme-Asie to the National Geographic, and wrote two books, displaying a noted talent for ethnographical observations in addition to her art. In 1928 – 1929, she explored successively Shanghai, Burma (now Myanmar), Siam (Thailand), Laos, Cambodia, Vietnam, Indonesia, Malaysia. A prolific artist, she held in December 1927 an exhibition at the School of Fine Arts of Calcutta with no less than 280 works. She portrayed Tibetan monks, opium users in China — with notations pointing to the fact that she tried it more than once -, Cambodian, Javanese and Burmese dancers, and was also so well-connected that she could paint portraits of Mahatma Gandhi, Rabindranath Tagore - who had been portrayed by French artist Andrée Karpelès (Suzanne Karpelès’ sister) in 1920 -, or King Sisowath Monivong in Phnom Penh. (source)

[trungles]

Working outside of my usual wheelhouse this time

[rogueslove]

Cover Quality Savage Land Rogue & Magneto by Carola Borelli

[javjean-moved]

[norrington-hell]

#I SWEAR TO GOD #JACK DAVENPORT PERSONALLY ATTACKED ME WITH THIS SCENE #HE’S COVERED IN SLIME AND DIRT AND BITTERNESS #AND STILL MANAGES TO BE HEART WRENCHINGLY BEAUTIFUL #LIKE HE GOES FROM ‘FIGHT ME’ TO VULNERABLE IN .0282726284 SECONDS BECAUSE ELIZABETH SAID HIS GODDAMN NAME #AND FUCK ME I GUESS CAUSE I’VE BEEN IN NORRINGTON HELL EVER SINCE

[lesbianshepard]

fun fact about languages: a linguist who was studying aboriginal languages of Australia finally managed to track down a native speaker of the Mbabaram language in the 60s for his research. they talked a bit and he started by asking for the Mbabaram word for basic nouns. They went back and forth before he asked for the word for “dog” The man replied “dog” They had a bit of a “who’s on first” moment before realizing that, by complete coincidence,  Mbabaram and English both have the exact same word for dog.

[lesbianshepard]

on a similar note, a traditional Ojibwe greeting is “Nanaboozhoo” so when the French first landed in southern Canada they thought that they were saying “Bonjour!” Which is fucking wild to think about. Imagine crossing the ocean and the first people you meet in months somehow speak French. 

[yu-gi-oh-slavia]

[nicolae-carpathia]

my favorite Accessory Fact to this is that we know more about the etymological history of the Mbabaram “dog” than the English “dog”

The etymology for Mbabaram “dog” has been reconstructed back to Proto-Pama-Nyungan, which was spoken “as recently as about 5,000 years ago”:

From *dwog(a) < *udwoga < *gudwaga < Proto-Pama-Nyungan *gudaga. Related to Dyirbal guda, Yidiny gudaga.

While the etymology for English “dog” has been reconstructed confidently only back to Olde English, which was spoken from about the 5th to the 12th centuries:

Inherited from Middle English dogge (akin to Scots dug), from Old English dogga, docga, of uncertain origin.

[as-warm-as-choco]

Before the computing era, ILM was the master of oil matte painting, making audiences believe that some of the sets in the original Star Wars and Indiana Jones trilogy were real when they weren’t. They were the work of geniuses like Chris Evans, Michael Pangrazio, Frank Ordaz, Harrison Ellenshaw and Ralph McQuarrie ! Forever thank you, to their handmade art and the work of their colleagues, that made us dream of impossible worlds and fantastic places across Earth and the Universe.

There are more background paintings on this article, featuring comments by the masters/artists themselves ! 

Some of the following pieces were made by other artists 2:

[the-time-goddess-of-221b-deacti]

exCUSE ME?!?!!??!??! TheYRE PAINTINGS?!??!!?!

[starsintheskysandsontheshore]

SHUT UP I thought they were miniatures!!!!

[sodeartomyheart]

It’s too beautiful. I could cry.

[firey-rising-demon-deactivated2]

I love this because I’ll be watching a movie and think “how did they do that? Is that a building they built for this movie? Was it there beforehand? Is it cardboard or CGI? Is that actually some place on Earth that they’re filming?” And the answer to all of these now is “nope, that’s a painting”. I can’t believe some of the most iconic, familiar shots were paintings!

[michaelwheelers]

SUPERMAN (2025) SUPERMAN: THE MOVIE (1978)