windtravler:

Here is some satisfying rain dropping

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banshy:

Autumn Mood | Leif Løndal

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“Eat my entire ass, Nuts.”

“You can’t afford me.”

so shiny. so chrome.

roguewarboy:

nenerinay:

WOW PUNCH ME IN THE SCABROUS SCROTUS, I LIVED LONG ENOUGH TO FINISH IT?? LOVELY DAYS DO EXIST.

RIGHT, so for those of you just tuning in, this is sweepseven’s prize for winning the AskNux Challenge a little while back. I was asked to draw a scene from sweepseven’s beautifully written fanfic, Downpour. It’s super short and definitely worth the read so please do try to check it out and tell her what you think!

And now on a final note, If you have any critiques so I can improve my art (anything at all) I will always highly appreciate it! Thank you, chromies!

omg. the pup with the bandaid.

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paulkingsnorth:

Books do strange and unexpected and sometimes disturbing things, independent of their creators. It’s one of the saving joys of being a writer. Exhibit one: The Wake: a labour of love and strangeness and stubbornness, a book that came from somewhere old in me and from somewhere outside me too, and that I thought would have a small audience if any audience at all. I expected to have to self-publish it, and that didn’t matter because books are not written to be published: the publishing is a bonus, and anything that happens after that is a privelege and usually a source of anxiety too. Writers are anxious people. Or is that just me?

But The Wake has been my most successful book, in worldly terms. It has been garlanded with praise. It won a prize and was listed for a couple of others, including the Man Booker, which is more of an industry than a prize but certainly gets you noticed. It’s found a great American publisher. It’s had rave reviews all over the place and  I’ve now sold the film rights to the one person – the actor Mark Rylance – who I  imagined playing the central character in my idle daydreams during the writing. I’ve sold a few of the things too.

This is all heady stuff. If it had happened to me when I was 25 it would have been a disaster, but I’m old and cynical enough now to take it in my stride. I’ve had enough years in which my writing was ignored or misunderstood to know that this is just another turn of the wheel. It’s been a welcome one, but I’ve been trying to get through it all by treating it as if I were an intrigued observer rather than a participant. As my wise and experienced publisher said to me just the other day: ‘prizes are lovely, as long as you don’t mistake them for anything that matters.’

What matters? For a writer, writing. Robinson Jeffers advised his peers to ‘write, and be quiet’, and that is exactly what I intend to do now as this unexpected year comes to a close. I have plenty of work to do. One of the other things that happened to me this year, as a result of The Wake’s success, was that Faber and Faber have lured me into their stable and will be publishing my three next books (here’s a piece from The Bookseller with some more detail.) I didn’t take much luring. In an age of corporate conglomerates and depressing e-books, Faber are the last great independent British publisher, one that still takes risks and does interesting things with physical books, and their backlist reads like a who’s who of most of the authors I loved when I was younger, from William Golding to Ted Hughes.

For Faber (and for Graywolf in the US), I’ll be writing a new non-fiction book – my first for a decade. It’ll be an examination of the implications of the rising age of the Machine, of all-encompassing technology in the age of extinction, and how we can stay rooted to places as it envelops us. It’s a biggy, and I’m looking forward to taking it on. But it’s a few years off yet, because I have something else to do first.

That something is the second novel in what, it turns out, will be a trilogy begun by The Wake. This wasn’t the intention when I wrote it, but I now see The Wake as the first of three books which delve into the mythical and actual landscapes of England across two thousand years of time, linked by their related protagonists and by other coincidences and connections. The next book in the trilogy, Beast, is set in the present day. The final one will be set a thousand years in the future. Call me ambitious. Or call me an idiot. I don’t mind.

It’s Beast that I’m sitting down to write now. I’ve built a small hut in the field behind my house and it’s time to retreat there with my books and candles and laptop and shut the door. As part of the bedding-in that this requires, I’m going to be retiring from social media for a long while, and spending less time in the shouty mess of the online world in general. I find the righteous mobs of Twitter, the What-Happened-Next-Will-Change-Your-Life-ness of Facebook, the angry comments on every site on Earth, the News that isn’t News at all, the Things Designed To Make You Angry – all of this is anathema to the kind of delving silences I need to write. So I’ll be conserving my energies in the hope I can focus them. I’ve come to learn over the years that a book, in its creation, is a living thing, which has needs and demands. You have to respect them, and give them what they need.

All of which means you’ll be hearing less from me for a while, which you might well be looking forward to as much as I am. When I come out of the other end, perhaps I’ll have something to offer you. I hope so.

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windandwater:

The realm of fairy-story is wide and deep and high and filled with
many things; all manner of beasts and birds are found there; shoreless
seas and stars uncounted; beauty that is an enchantment, and an ever-present peril; both joy and sorrow as sharp as swords.

–J.R.R. Tolkien, “On Fairy-Stories”

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wasteland-scraps:

I just need to have some Dag appreciation here.

When Max comes after them in the salt plains, she’s already showing so many signs of the person she will become. She has braided and wrapped her hair (reminiscent of the head wrap she has when we first see it, but so different), and in the strands hang a metal disc (looks like copper) and a small jaw bone. Already stylish, a little morbid, and entirely in tune with the Vuvalini aesthetic.

She just takes 10 hours with the old badass ladies to transform into a complete wasteland shaman, and I adore her so much. It’s as if with these people, she finds the person she has been waiting to become, all these years. 

Max found his better self in Furiosa, but I think The Dag’s better self was just always there, waiting for the time when she could become it.

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yulinisworking:

I’ve been working! And here is the video to prove it. Featuring some familiar faces like realrobynschneider, theashleyclements, and wmilam. We shot three projects back to back to back, with much overlappage between pre-production and release. They are, in order:

Extraordinary Means, a book trailer for Harper Collins

Best Summer Ever, a collaboration with HelloGiggles and Ann Taylor LOFT

We’ve Met Before, an official short film for The Twilight Saga

Something I should add that you don’t see in this video is post-production – a lot of time and effort from many talented people goes into turning the collected footage from production into the completed film you see in the end. I often don’t have as much footage of post because it’s not so glamorous to vlog myself stress eating a bag of chips while reviewing footage with my editor, colorist, composer, and sound designer. But if you’re really interested in post-production, add me on Snapchat (@yulinkuang), where I do document some of that lengthy, sometimes-never-ending process.

I should also mention that much of the same crew worked on all three of these projects with me, and they’re all phenomenal people. Some of them don’t love being on camera, so you don’t see them as much in this video, but I’m adding their names to the description of the video on YouTube in case anyone is curious. They’re great and people should work with them.

Also, if you happen to be reading this before noon PST on July 29th, 2015 and you’ve enjoyed my work in the past, please consider voting for our Twilight short film to win a grand prize from Lionsgate of $100,000. I’d like to make another movie.

Much love,

Yulin Kuang
writer | director | filmmaker
http://youtube.com/yulinisworking

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lucerei:

marions–square:

“O mio babbino caro. Mi piace è bello, bello. Vo’andare in Porta Rossa a comperar l’anello! Sì, sì, ci voglio andare! E se l’amassi indarno, andrei sul Ponte Vecchio, ma per buttarmi in Arno! Mi struggo e mi tormento! O Dio, vorrei morir! Babbo, pietà, pietà! Babbo, pietà, pietà!”

What a beautiful piece of music.

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everythingbutpitchforking:

Martin Drolling (1752-1817), Girl Tracing a Drawing (undated, early 19th century)

This makes me think of Elinor Dashwood in Sense and Sensibility:

… on Elinor’s moving to the window to take more expeditiously the dimensions of a print which she was going to copy for her friend, he [Colonel Brandon] followed her to it with a look of particular meaning, and conversed with her there for several minutes.

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Cultural Cognitive dualism as an adaptive resource in a polluted science communication environment … a fragment:

The antagonistic cultural meanings that transform positions on scientific issues into badges of cultural identity are a toxin that disables the normally reliable reasoning faculties that people use to align themselves with what’s known by science.

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marykatewiles:

#nofilter

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The issue with that is that slower doesn’t necessarily mean more fuel efficient, and since they’re on salt flats and can see for miles around and the surroundings have no discernible landmarks with which one could gauge position, going slowly while scouting just wouldn’t be practical or productive.

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speciesofleastconcern:

allcreatures:

Terrapins take a break and rest on the back of a hippo in Kruger National Park, South Africa 

Picture: Stephen Earle / Barcroft Media (via Animal pictures of the week: 3 July 2015 – Telegraph)

I tell people that most insects and spiders view humans as no more than terrain. These turtles got the message.

Not jumping spiders, though. Those are _watching_ you. It’s cool, but a little unsettling.

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marblecrybaby:

please stop encouraging the killing of sharks and bees and snakes i know the hyperaggressive culture of hating these critters is very ingrained into society but like. theyre minding their own business whenever one of these animals “clashes” with a human its because we’re invading their spaces. we are provoking them and they shouldnt have to pay for acting the way theyre supposed to and honestly if these species disappear itll result in dire consequences for the environment of our planet

Also: spiders.

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dappledwithshadow:

Claude Monet

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archatlas:

Faroe Islands

Julian Calverley

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in-another-era:

poppies growing over the field at Somme, France; 96 years after the battle

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avianeurope:

Black-legged Kittiwake (Rissa tridactyla) >>by Mark Pirie

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flamethrowing-hurdy-gurdy:

kimbureh:

this is actually one single line

I love these so much. MOAR!

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thunderstruck9:

Lesser Ury (German, 1861-1931), Autumn, birches by the river, 1897. Pastel on cardboard, 48.5 x 33 cm.

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