Like, I’m not sure if I’m crying because I want more and there isn’t any in my inbox right now, or out of sheer admiration of beauty, or because it’s so amazing that I’m just suddenly aching to be part of it somehow as can happen sometimes with really beautifully-written fiction, or…
DO I NEED TO READ THIS? I NEED TO READ THIS. WHAT IS THIS.
Jekoh would probably say EVERYBODY NEEDS TO READ THIS, but I’m contractually obliged to be humble about it.
The thing J’s referring to is an excerpt from one of the novels I’m writing. It’s sort of a red-haired hunchbacked stepchild of a project about bioethics and cognitive dissonance, and it’s my happy place right now. If you’d like to read the excerpt too, then feel free to wing me your email address in an ask. :)
A conversation between a Raven and a Snowy Owl.
It looks like the raven really wants the owl to leave and is trying to intimidate it, but the owl doesn’t care because it knows the raven is all bark and no bite. Or all squawk and no peck. Erm…
Actually, it looks more like the raven is curious about the funny bird and wants to sit next to it, and the owl doesn’t wanna be friends :[ The raven’s body language isn’t aggressive at all — it’s backing down appropriately when the owl displays aggression. Notice the way it’s careful to draw back every time it gets too close to the owl. This is an animal that’s trying to establish it isn’t a threat.
Keep in mind there’s a huge intellect disparity here — ravens exhibit novel tool use and complex communication, whereas owls aren’t even as smart as ducks. We’re sort of trained to view crows and ravens as villainous, but really they’re very playful animals.
"HI YOU’RE PRETTY WANNA BE FRIENDS??"
yeah thats a bird that wants to be friends
The owl is like CAN YOU NOT.
I just read something so intense and beautiful that I’m sitting here in tears.
Like, I’m not sure if I’m crying because I want more and there isn’t any in my inbox right now, or out of sheer admiration of beauty, or because it’s so amazing that I’m just suddenly aching to be part of it somehow as can happen sometimes with really beautifully-written fiction, or from the shock of the intensity, or what. But oh my god. Oh my fucking god Alamaris dammit.
I responded to the associated email with all the emotional keyboard smashing, but I felt like I needed to acknowledge this post too, because oh my god?? You are too kind. Swear all you like. Swearing means I’ve done my job right. <3
The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.
i decided a big photoset was in order cuz they’d all fit and im proud of em
and because i cant shut up about it
I love every single one of these.
I wholeheartedly agree!! These are wonderful~♥
SAILOR URANUS. Be still my beating heart.
Another 3000 words already today. John and Oz are not having a good day.
I guess I’m accidentally doing the Antidiogenes weekend after all! I was despairing because I didn’t feel like writing, but lo and behold, my brain had other ideas.
I’m planning to take a break this afternoon and fiddle with the blackwork a bit (I have a surprise!), so I will see you sooner than later, my darlings.
I met my wife at a Star Trek convention. She was study abroad from France and spoke little English, and I didn’t know a lick of French. So, for the first few months of our relationship, we communicated by speaking Klingon.
#do you ever watch the first iron man and get emotional when coulson first shows up?#cause he was just a suit and you didn’t know YOU DIDN’T KNOW HOW MUCH YOU’D CARE
The moment he whipped out “I will taze you,” there was no going back.
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD CAN I SEE IT?!Oh my god?? YES! Yes you can! I’m just fiddling with it a bit, because I wrote it at oh-god-oh-clock when I was halfway past incoherent, but I’ll email it to you later!
The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any. Remember your power. Remember that you are a god, ancient and powerful. Remember that you are worshiped by millions; the bacteria teeming within you even now, that will consume you in your entirety after your death.
Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow , for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.
a fanmix for that feeling you get when you read another mix description; characters described in vague terms, girls with power and boys with tragedies; metaphors abound like flowers in a meadow, their petals heavy with rain; i don’t recognize any of these fucking bands