Another piece for @michaelxavierwriter's HEART LIKE A HAMMER

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Another piece for @michaelxavierwriter's HEART LIKE A HAMMER
Printing galleys of @michaelxavierwriter's HEART LIKE A HAMMER
America...
Another piece that went up on the FB Rantz A Hoseley fans page today...
Camille Claudel in her workshop (1887).
In 1884, a year after her first exhibiton she became a trainee under Rodin. Her roles would also include his assistant, muse, model and confidante. In 1885 Camille became an official collaborator of Rodin’s and with her friend Jessie worked in his studio. During her time with Rodin she helped him complete such pieces as Burghers of Calais in 1895 and Gates of Hell, 1900.
Steve Gerber’s EXILES #4 explanation — in issue #4 of the Malibu/Ultraverse book EXILES, famously subversive writer Steve Gerber killed ALL the main characters and announced it was the final issue — even with more issues featuring “The Hoaxter and the Carnival of Lies!” solicited. Though retailers likely weren’t amused, Gerber’s explanation from the end of the issue click for full size) points out the joke he’d pulled off with the series, a dark satire of the team books popular at Marvel/DC/Image at the time, complete with cyborgs and overly-sexualized female characters. Though the Ultraverse and later Marvel would repeatedly revive the “Exiles” name, the short life of this team is one of the stranger moments in superhero comics — and definitely one of Steve Gerber’s most biting attacks on superhero cliches.
I miss Gerber. Frequently. This is a great example of WHY.
Maybe SDCC *won't* be too sucky this year after all...
Monsters Ball
So... Over at io9.com they have writing prompts, which I've had no interest in doing prior, but today's... today's seem like a hoot, and so I did a take on it. It's below, and you can see the original io9 post here:http://io9.com/concept-art-writing-prompt-the-monsters-that-crashed-t-513586914
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All had been fine until stupid Brian Finkleman yelled “Freebird!”
Well, sure… there was the initial “What The Fuck” moment when the waxed and polished floorboards of the basketball court peeled back like the spiraling streamers hanging from the ceiling, revealing “The Host”… andyes, Idiot Tommy Baxter and the rest of football team tried to “be heroic”, screaming they’d defend the class of 2013 until their dying breath. (Dumb Tommy, always looking for a fight.) ...but that was short lieved when the tallest member of the Host, Baeleth, scratched the top of his veiny skull, obviously puzzled by Tommy’s challenge.
“My dear boy…” he spoke in a voice echoing like distant thunder and wind chimes “You mistake our intentions, I fear.”
He briefly glanced to the creatures flanking him on both sides, as if to confirm that their original intentions still stood. It appeared they did, as he gave a quick, clipped nod before continuing, “We’ve not come for any sort of ruckus… oh heavens no. We’ve come to dance!”
His tentacle-faced companion with the dreamy deltoids and pecs… Suggoth… quickly chimed in “and punch! Don’t forget the punch!” Baeleth smiled, each tooth in his grin the size of one of a basketball backboard. “Yes, yes, of course good man, the punch as well.”
The tension hung in the air… none of us sure what to do about the Host crashing the prom, until that trampBecky finally cut through the crowd, making a beeline for Suggoth, wrapping her harms around his massive bicep, giggling that he “Looked so strong”, and pulling that stupid little-girl-voice shit that she does, asked “Do you want to dance withme?”
Of course he did.
The fucking tramp.
Suggoth should have been MY Hot-Demon-Beast-From_another-World.
After Becky broke the ice, everyonestarted mingling, the music started pumping again, and I was determined that… before the end of this night, Suggoth was gonna be MY monster.
Drinks and dances, and discussions, and laughter… it’s all a blur. “Actually, we’re not so fond of the ‘Goths’… terribly pretentious and depressing, they are.” Confided She’hekah, an Egyptian creature of some ancient dynasty. Wellvax, a rather badger-y looking fellow who could use some serious time with waxing kept asking Tommy why the folks in England called a game football, and why we called a game football, but it was obviously not the same game. I don’t know who was more confused in that discussion, Tommy or Wellvax.
…and slowly, surely, I was making my way over to Suggoth. I had just the most clever opening line… “Come here often?” and was just about to tap him on his SCRUMPTIOUS muscled shoulder when Brian fucked it all up.
“FREEEEEEBIRDDDD!” He howled with his stupid stoner girlfriend from the top of the scoreboard. I don’t know how he got up there, but that’s Brian… if there’s a way to be the biggest asshole, he’ll figure out how to make it happen.
All of a sudden, the gym was silent. The happy chatter was gone, and the Host… every. Last. One. Of. Them. Turned to look at Brian, then they turned in unison to the DJ. Baeleth was just starting to speak… “Good sir, I begof you, do not play…” when the first strains of that horrible, horrible song came over the speakers.
“If I leave here tomorrrrahhh, will ya still reeememberrr meeee…”
Then, all hell broke loose.
Stupid Brian Finkleman.
Rock. The. Fuck. Out.
QOTSA @ Lollapalooza Brazil 2013 [Complete Set] (by jejjhander)
Here's your #SundaySacrament.
Written by Roger Hodgson with Supertramp in 1979, the lyrics remain as sharp & surgical as ever.
When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful, a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical. And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily, joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible, logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable, clinical, intellectual, cynical.
There are times when all the world's asleep, the questions run too deep
for such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned. I know it sounds absurd but please tell me who I am.
Now watch what you say or they'll be calling you "a radical, liberal, fanatical, criminal!"
"Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're acceptable, respectable presentable, a vegetable!"
Oh, Check, check. check it, yeah.
At night, when all the world's asleep, the questions run so deep for such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned. I know it sounds absurd but please tell me who I am.
Coz It's feeling so illogical
D-d-digital
it's g-g-getting unbelievable
"B-b-bloody Marvelous"
(by MrRogerHodgson)
Uncanny X-Men #109, page 23 by John Byrne & Terry Austin.
One of my all-time faves
(I was asked to repost this to make it rebloggable, so here it is again)
Sleepyhollowjacks asks: During your Heart-Shaped Box writing days, how did you divide your time between projects? A few days a week on the occasional short story, the rest on Judas? One of my short stories isn’t so...
Another Batgirl/Supergirl commission.
The significance of plot without conflict
In the West, plot is commonly thought to revolve around conflict: a confrontation between two or more elements, in which one ultimately dominates the other. The standard three- and five-act plot structures—which permeate Western media—have conflict written into their very foundations. A “problem” appears near the end of the first act; and, in the second act, the conflict generated by this problem takes center stage. Conflict is used to create reader involvement even by many post-modern writers, whose work otherwise defies traditional structure.
The necessity of conflict is preached as a kind of dogma by contemporary writers’ workshops and Internet “guides” to writing. A plot without conflict is considered dull; some even go so far as to call it impossible. This has influenced not only fiction, but writing in general—arguably even philosophy. Yet, is there any truth to this belief? Does plot necessarily hinge on conflict? No. Such claims are a product of the West’s insularity. For countless centuries, Chinese and Japanese writers have used a plot structure that does not have conflict “built in”, so to speak. Rather, it relies on exposition and contrast to generate interest. This structure is known as kishōtenketsu.
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This is pretty damn wonderful. Inspired, & heartwarming (pun intended) from the Tumblr of cpedro-illustration:
GIRLs ON FIRE - 2012
Hope Summers (the new pheonix in the Marvel universe), Katniss Everdeen (from The Hunger Games), Korra (from Avatar: The Legend of Korra), and Daenerys Targaryen (from a song of Ice and fire). 4 of the best female characters nowadays in comics, movies, tv series and literature.
The idea came obviously from the title Katniss has on the Hunger games, but also because all of this characters have a relation to fire. They all have powers based on fire and they all have explosive personalities.
Philnoto’s Game of Thrones
Tyrion like a bawss
Reflections on atrocity
Some thoughts on the tragic and horrific shooting in CT.
This is horrible and sickening, and as a father of four kids in school, it is terrifying.
As others have noted, this can't be tagged to a singular cause.
Was the shooter mentally ill? Most likely. Do we need to deal with mental illness in a more proactive manner in this country? Absolutely.
However, looking for an easy "blame"... guns, videogames, films, media, pointing to these as "the cause" ignores some basic historical facts.
When I was a young'un (back in the 70s-80s) Most of my peers got rifles or pistols before they were 10, and had gone hunting by the time they were 12. Firearm safety was taught as an elective in middle school, with actual target shooting on a firing range. While I was surrounding by assholes and vicious fucks who would not hesitate to bully and fuck with ANYONE, not ONE of these folks ever pulled a gun on a single person, much less shot up a crowd.
Films that were popular when I was growing up? Red Dawn, Dirty Harry, Rambo, and a million war movies that all showed "Guns = power" and you can take what you want, or mete out justice with them. Again, school shootings were unheard of.
Having worked in the videogame industry, we did "controller tests" to see if using a gun peripheral made it easier for users to play combat games. For users who scored VERY well with a traditional controller, their scores dropped below 25% in using a "realistic" controller which forced them to aim down a barrel and to "reload" in a realistic manner.
It's easy to blame the media, but having been buried in crime research for a project dealing with crime and incidents of horrific atrocities in the 30s-60s, there were HUNDREDS of VERY lurid True Crime magazines on the stands, that went into more graphic detail about murders, killers, and crimes than you can find through today's news, and crime reporters were called "vultures" because they were notorious for not respecting boundaries of the grieving families, etc. This wasn't limited to Magazines. Mainstream newspapers, which came into every home at the time, would have gory, explicit details on the front page, the crime blaring from a half-page headline. While our 24 hour media newscycle makes it appear that this is a "new" factor, it isn't... it's just DIFFERENT.
The one thing that HAS changed is that, almost across the board, when the exception happened back then... and it was infrequent, it was almost a "given" that the kid in question came from a "troubled" home. Divorce was the exception, as were homes where one parent wasn't home with the kids at all times.
Families that, by this definition, are NOT "troubled" are now the exception, rather than the rule. My personal belief being that, while the "mayhem" aspect and access to guns has always been there, it USED to get balanced out by an equal portion of parenting... parents that spent active TIME with their kids (not just running them from event to event) but actually instilled in their kids a sense of obligation and duty to society. A sense of RESPONSIBILITY for actions, and consequences. Not to mention knowing that they matter as a person, and that they are LOVED.
To be "flip" the running joke has always been "show me a stripper and Ill show you a girl with Daddy issues" meaning that, because she didn't get attention from her father, she's driven to get attention... no matter how fucked up... in any way possible from men.
The 24 hour news cycle, and the rise of idiot shit like Jersey Shore and Teen Mom shows very clearly... attention in contemporary society is gotten by being a train wreck, not by accomplishing anything of worth. For a young person who may have mental issues, who feels that they don't matter... to their parents, or in society... they see the "easy" way to both get the attention, to "matter", AND to end their pain (since the majority of them kill themselves).
As I said previously, and as others have said, it's a complex issue with MANY factors involved, but as hard as it may be to do, the only hope we have of ensuring that we stop there ever being another horrific loss like this is to systematically, logically, and factually look at all of the factors involved and try to find solutions, rather than ineffectual scapegoats.
Just my thoughts, as I try to make sense of the fact that, for the population of an entire town, Christmas will never again have the same sense of wide-eyed wonder, joy, and optimism.