Wrapping up the year with a reread and small tribute to one of my favorite books, âThe Bedlam Stacksâ by Natasha Pulley âïž
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Wrapping up the year with a reread and small tribute to one of my favorite books, âThe Bedlam Stacksâ by Natasha Pulley âïž
Digital Painting. 13 Hrs.
âGrace,â he said, in a low voice, and goosebumps sprang up along Graceâs back. The bed was not all that large, so Akira had to barely reach when he extended out his hand and gently cupped Graceâs face. If Grace had had any sense at all, she would have stopped Akira right then and there and kicked him out of the bed. But instead, she placed her hand over his and listened as Akira whispered her name again before leaning in and kissing her.
Needs Not June by @prettypaprika
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My podfic of a Thaniel/Mori story by ianthebroome/@sweetbriar-and-bonfireâ. Rated Teen, 26 min. A Watchmaker of Filigree Street canon divergence story, available to download or stream up on AO3!
Summary:
âAccident or not, he did have a sword at your throat!â Thaniel said, before he registered what was odd about Moriâs tone. It was surprise. He hesitated. âI suppose those donât happen to you much?â
Thaniel changes his mind.
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Natasha Pulley books be like: here is this sad Englishman, lonely and broken by the world, quietly and secretly longing for Someone, dare we suggest a very special, fated Someone
me: fuck yes
Fanart for The Kingdoms by Natasha Pulley.Â
Possibly spoilery? Maybe convincing you to read it? Idk.Â
Joe & Kite. <3Â
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This is one of the few cases where I advocate donating to organisations rather than individuals, because right now, in India, the breakdown of medical infrastructure is so bad that money won't help you. The effort is being carried out now by volunteers who are coordinating resources.
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THE BEAUTY OF THE HOUSE IS IMMEASURABLE; ITS KINDNESS INFINITE
part of a comic that i will never finish!!!!! the thing that i loved most about this book was piranesi himself, and his sense of wonder and his deep love for the labyrinthine house he lives in <3
Hello! Out of curiosity, I was wondering what your policy is about podfic of your beautiful fic? (Always with due credit and linked back to the story, of course.) I'd be happy to answer any questions you might have, and no worries if it's something you'd rather not have done, but in any case thanks in advance for answering - and thank you for sharing your fic! <3
Hi! Thatâs absolutely ok, I would be thrilled! I love podfic and yours are wonderful! If you just link back if you do Iâll be extremely excited to listen :D
Paintings of Antarctic scenes by George Marston from Sir Ernest Shackletonâs book The heart of the Antarctic (1909) portraying a sunrise (top) and Aurora Australis aka the Southern Lights (bottom).
Wang âsweet talkerâ Zhi
Get to Know Me Meme || (1/5) favourite royal facts: Queen Margrethe II of Denmark making illustrations for The Lord of the Rings
In the early 1970s when she was still Heiress Presumptive, the Queen was inspired to illustrate The Lord of the Rings after having been a fan of J.R.R. Tolkienâs works from a very young age. She sent her illustrations to Tolkien, who was struck by the similarity to the style of his own drawings. In 1977, Queen Margretheâs drawings were published in the Danish translation of the book (Ringenes Herre), redrawn by the British artist Eric Fraser, and with that she became an official Tolkien artist. Under her pseudonym Ingahild Grathmer, her illustrations were also featured in a British edition of The Lord of the Rings, published by HarperCollins.
 Utagawa Hiroshige, New Yearâs Eve Foxfires (detail), 1857
Clarke has begun work on a new novelâone that she doesnât mind talking about. It will be set partly in Bradford. âItâs an anti-horror novel,â she told me. Which means? âHorror novels have this idea that thereâs a kind of secret at the center of the world. And that secret is horrific.â This, Clarke observes, âisnât much of a secret, really.â Anyone can look around at the world and see that. âSo this would be more about the fact that, at the center of things, thereâs a secret or mystery, and it is joyful.â
god i love her (via fursasaida)
âLawren Harris Falling Asleepâ
by aritsts, (Pat Shewchuk and Marek Colek), who work collaboratively under the name âTin Can Forestâ.
In my mind are all the tides, their seasons, their ebbs and their flows. In my mind are all the halls, the endless procession of them, the intricate pathways. When this world becomes too much for me, when I grow tired of the noise and the dirt and the people, I close my eyes and I name a particular vestibule to myself; then I name a hall. I imagine I am walking the path from the vestibule to the hall. I note with precision the doors I must pass through, the rights and lefts that I must take, the statues on the walls that I must pass. Last night I dreamt that I was standing in the fifth northern hall facing the statue of the gorilla. The gorilla dismounted from his plinth and came towards me with his slow knuckle-walk. He was grey-white in the moonlight; and I flung my arms around his massive neck and told him how happy I was to be home. When I awoke I thought: I am not home. I am here.
Piranesi, Susanna Clarke (via aleatoire)