Through Mud And Blood To The Green Fields Beyond

George. Christian. BA (Ancient History / Classics). Books, poetry, nice things. I am trying to write again.

[thatdamnokie]

[livedinthecastle]

i am not immune to [character standing in front of wings imagery so it lines up like they have wings] [character standing in front of halo imagery so it lines up like they have a halo]

[flythesail]

You should automatically get time off work until the light returns to your eyes and you feel like a real person again

[madebykyra]

My sister took more photos of my dress. I am very happy with how this turned out :)))))

Only one more weekend until the Renaissance Faire!!!!

[harvestheart]

The secluded village of Zalipie in southeastern Poland is home to a charming tradition. Over a century ago the women of the village began to paint their houses.

HH:  Look at that cute little dog house.

[theuglymachine]

I was commissioned to make a spearhead in the shape of a great egret

[glowsticks-and-jesus-deactivate]

Isn’t it just the coolest thing that we can talk to Jesus directly? Like… we don’t need temples or blood sacrifices or offerings or idols.. we can just go the creator of the whole universe and tell Him everything on our hearts and minds. How amazing is that?

[iheartvelma]

via

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

i love having a corporeal form. i love eating warm food on cold days. i love taking hot showers. i love sleeping on clean sheets. i delight in earthly decadence. i wake up and eat warm bread slathered in butter. i own multiple pairs of soft fuzzy socks. this body is so comfy and i'm not returning it any time soon

[wonderingwhereileftreality]

Babe it's decomposing

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

and yet i am NOT DONE USING IT

[ravioliet]

they should invent a disproportionate emotional response that goes away when you understand it's disproportionate. they should invent a way to logic yourself out of emotions

[tanyafreemont]

its been said so many times before but i absolutely adore the fact that here on tumblr.com you can follow the most incredible artists writers etc and then like. they follow you back because you're Good At Reblogging. probably my favourite thing ever

[kanerallels]

Book two update perchance?

PERCHANCE thanks for asking!! It's been a minute

Okay so!! Book 2 is going well. I've wrapped up edits from my beta readers, all the illustrations are ready, and my brilliant cover artist is working on the cover! My deepest hope is to have it out before the end of this year, and I'm starting to really think that's gonna happen!!

Also. As I JUST told Instagram what the title was, I figure y'all deserve a reveal, too! So, the title for book 2? Is gonna be "Voyages & Visions"!

Tagging a few people who may be interested under the cut!

@misscrazyfangirl321 @singswan-springswan @larissa-the-scribe @kazoosandfannypacks @saxifrage-wreath @undying-lilies @seleneisrising (I know I'm missing some people but I also don't want to harass anyone lolll)

[poltergeist-404]

Based on this tweet!

[currentlycryingaboutlancelot]

how did we get a 90s high school adaptation of emma before northanger abbey. the high school drama is RIGHT there

[the-early-wyrm]

catherine is the stereotypical awkward new girl who transfers to her older brother's school in the middle of the year because of the allens family scholarship or smth. her brother is a senior who is also on the football team. he's dating isabella, but she's only with him to ensure herself a spot on the cheerleading squad. catherine is isabella's stereotypical less-pretty-best-friend (who's beautiful after isabella makes her take off her glasses in a makeover montage). john thorpe is also on the football team and he starts noticing catherine after said makeover montage. henry and eleanor are the principal's children and he's either a band kid or on the debate team (combination of gifted and super unhinged). captain tilney is their older brother in college who really should not be allowed near high schoolers and ends up homewrecking isabella and james's relationship during spring break.

[currentlycryingaboutlancelot]

EXACTLY

[currentlycryingaboutlancelot]

@hold-fast-to-hope okay this is the funniest thing ever. catherine being a normal very sensible high schooler who’s really into twilight slowly but surely convincing herself that her principal (also her crush’s dad) is a vampire. he sponsors a blood drive at her school and she’s like GASP!!! i would kill to see this movie

[nun-pronoun-symbol]

Her sudden departure was being expelled for some nebulous reason like scholarship paperwork appeared to be forged or something equally falsifiable. Henry quits the football team as an act of defiance, and helps prove Catherine's innocence.

[letterful]

In Orwell’s essay “A Hanging,” the writer watches the condemned man, walking toward the gallows, swerve to avoid a puddle. For Orwell, this represents precisely what he calls the “mystery” of the life that is about to be taken: when there is no good reason for it, the condemned man is still thinking about keeping his shoes clean. It is an “irrelevant” act (and a marvelous bit of noticing on Orwell’s part). Now suppose this were not an essay but a piece of fiction. And indeed there has been a fair amount of speculation about the proportion of fact to fiction in such essays of Orwell’s. 

The avoidance of the puddle would be precisely the kind of superb detail that, say, Tolstoy might flourish; War and Peace has an execution scene very close in spirit to Orwell’s essay, and it may well be that Orwell basically cribbed the detail from Tolstoy. In War and Peace, Pierre witnesses a man being executed by the French, and notices that, just before death, the man adjusts the blindfold at the back of his head, because it is uncomfortably tight. The avoidance of the puddle, the fiddling with the blindfold—these are what might be called irrelevant or superfluous details. They are not explicable; in fiction, they exist to denote precisely the inexplicable. This is one of the “effects” of realism, of “realistic” style. 

But Orwell’s essay, assuming it records an actual occurrence, shows us that such fictional effects are not merely conventionally irrelevant, or formally arbitrary, but have something to tell us about the irrelevance of reality itself (…) There was no logical reason for the condemned man to avoid the puddle. It was pure remembered habit. Life, then, will always contain an inevitable surplus, a margin of the gratuitous, a realm in which there is always more than we need: more things, more impressions, more memories, more habits, more words, more happiness, more unhappiness. 

— JAMES WOOD, from How Fiction Works.

[letterful]

What exactly do these irrational standards mean? They mean the supremacy of the detail over the general, of the part that is more alive than the whole, of the little thing which a man observes and greets with a friendly nod of the spirit while the crowd around him is being driven by some common impulse to some common goal. I take my hat off to the hero who dashes into a burning house and saves his neighbor’s child; but I shake his hand if he has risked squandering a precious five seconds to find and save, together with the child, its favorite toy. I remember a cartoon depicting a chimney sweep falling from the roof of a tall building and noticing on the way that a sign-board had one word spelled wrong, and wondering in his headlong flight why nobody had thought of correcting it. In a sense, we all are crashing to our death from the top story of our birth to the flat stones of the churchyard and wondering with an immortal Alice in Wonderland at the patterns of the passing wall. This capacity to wonder at trifles — no matter the imminent peril — these asides of the spirit, these footnotes in the volume of life are the highest forms of consciousness, and it is in this childishly speculative state of mind, so different from commonsense and its logic, that we know the world to be good.

— VLADIMIR NABOKOV, from Lectures on Literature.

[lady-merian]

Progress pictures under the cut

And again the final result!

reference

[phoebezu]

What dreadful Hot weather we have! - It keeps one in a continual state of Inelegance.

Jane Austen Letter to Cassandra, sept. 18th 1796