This is fucking outrageous. She’s insane. Like nuts. Fucking genius. Also, this bitch is from Hawaii, which sort of explains her water photo obsession, I guess?
Aries: A potters field, rusted farm implements thrust into the earth, reminiscent of makeshift warriors graves. Lillies among the rye.
Taurus: The winding path up a mountain. Relief carvings hewn from the rock. Features worn smooth by wind and rain. The oldest figures show traces of animal features.
Gemini: A dry riverbed. Wildflowers in spring bloom grow between the cracks of ribcages that jut from the drying mud.
Cancer: The chimney of an old home. Ash mixing with the snow.
Leo: A tomb built into the underside of a waterfall. A thousand tiny rivers that run through the necropolis. Souls taken down through the waters of life, to pool in the ocean of the afterlife.
Virgo: The lobby of an expensive hotel. Sounds that never stop echoing. Stains that never really go away.
Libra: A thick, lightning-struck oak tree. Splintered branches bowed downwards by weight. Muddy ground swallowing the bones.
Scorpio: The surface of a lake covered in an oily sheen. Things float just below the shimmering film, preserved with their mouths skyward, as if gasping for air.
Ophiuchus: The floor of a strange cave. The line between flesh and stone is blurred.
Sagittarius: A ceremonial ship built for this very purpose. A cascade of burning arrows arcs towards you. A low choir in the distance. Light.
Capricorn: What used to be a bullpen, now a scrapyard for old computer parts. So many things joining hands to rot in peace.
Aquarius: The entrance to what used to be a town. You’ve been rooted firmly into position, keeping watch over the gatehouse.
Pisces: The streetlamp where it all started, as if everything was a dream.
“Night poured over the desert. It came suddenly, in purple. In the clear air, the stars drilled down out of the sky, reminding any thoughtful watcher that it is in the deserts and high places that religions are generated. When men see nothing but bottomless infinity over their heads, they have always had a driving and desperate urge to find someone to put in the way.” —Terry Pratchett
People who don’t want to read The Martian in case the science is too complicated should be informed that it contains the lines “The best way to store the ingredients of water is to make them be water”, “It is of course dangerous to set off an explosive device on a spacecraft”, and “If I cut a hole in the wall of the hab, the air won’t stay inside any more”.
It’s nothing personal, just—a few too many times he’s touched his tongue to the Devil’s lower lip and tasted something waxy, bitter as cheap coffee grounds; let his hand trail down the Devil’s back and had the Devil’s spine turn into the ridges of scales under his palm. Fingertips brushing feathers, or flies’ wings, or bone, instead of skin. Once, he put his hand to the Devil’s neck, and it burned—like Johnny was palming a thing of solid fire, and he’d jerked his hand away on instinct, cursing.
He’s always known the Devil was something else, something not human, and Johnny doesn’t mind kissing that thing. He just also doesn’t want to see it shift and change under his hands. Suspects he might go crazy trying, his eyes burned blind like St. Paul’s on the road.
“Stop that,” Johnny mutters once, tangling his fingers in the Devil’s hair only for his hand to sink to the wrist into something thick and cold—like a knot of rushes in the water, maybe, or melting snow, but trembling. (Somewhere in Johnny’s head is a list of all the things the Devil is like, he keeps adding to it: snake, bird, snow, rain. Blues. Johnny thinks in some odd way it’s inscribing him, the way you search for something lost—he’ll end up finding the Devil in the last place he looks.)
“Come on,” Johnny mumbles. The Devil’s jaw seems solid enough under Johnny’s mouth, but there’s still that strange snow-melt wetness curling around his fingers. “Stay in one shape.”
“You’re distracting me,” the Devil says, a sibilant hiss to his voice; the emphasis skipping letters and settling on dissstracted, just enough that it makes Johnny grin, even with his eyes shut.
He feels the air shift when the Devil huffs, a breath against Johnny’s cheek. There’s a cold-burning spark that trails, deliberately, down Johnny’s spine, a tease of a feeling—Johnny’s response is an outraged sound, and to dig his fingers into that cold, snow-melt thing.
The Devil makes one of those high, decidedly non-human noises. Johnny grins even wider.
“Like I said,” the Devil murmurs after a moment, sounding breathless. “You’re distracting me.”
Johnny tries that again, when he puts his hand on the Devil’s thigh and instead finds himself palming something unyielding, frozen—later he’ll add metallic, because that’s what his fingers smell like afterwards, exhaust and aluminum. But Johnny’s lost in the sensation himself so he just hums, and scrapes a thumbnail across the hard surface.
The Devil makes a sound Johnny’s never heard before. Partly like he’s trying to swallow his own tongue and also singing through gritted teeth, and maybe something else, lower and harsh as the scrape of metal on metal. It makes Johnny shiver and break out in a cold-sweat, every bit of his skin suddenly alive and trembling.
(The Devil doesn’t even have enough breath to tell him to stop grinning, after.)
a random list of things you might not remember if you weren’t there while Yuuri on ice was just coming out because I was in a mood:
-when the trailer/preview dropped and everyone was like “uuuh looks gay” and then the actual first episode came out and we were like. Yep. Called it
-when someone finally translated Stammi Vicino and everyone got really excited because it was explicitly mlm
-for about the first three weeks everyone was like “there is no way this show can get any gayer” and then it regularly did so we all just gave up
-when people caught on the fact that the opening changed details with every new episode and got really excited, and that one person who made side by side comparisons of all openings every week
-that very short period of time when we genuinely couldn’t tell if Yurio was meant to be an antagonist or not
-I’m pretty sure Evgenia Medvedeva was there from the start and there was just this. Surreal feeling that along with all of us trash goblins one of the rising stars of the figure skating world was also very emotional over these anime boys
-on that note, those actual figure skating fans who were delivering a ton of meta over what actual skaters the characters were based on
-when everyone lost it after ep3 came out and we were all like! did Victor just tell Yuuri he loves him through food metaphors??
-just. “I’m a pork cutlet bowl fatale that enthralls men”. that was good shit
-the “Victor is going to leave Yuuri and break his heart!” discourse that came with that episode
-and then we all kinda calmed down with episode four and I remember everyone crying because,,,, they took one whole episode just for character development,,,,, we stan one (1) good anime
-the smol japanese skater that got really excited about meeting Yuuri and we were all like “mood”
-also when Christophe was introduced and everyone was just like, WHAT THE FUCK
-when ep6 came out with the preview for ep7 and everyone was like. THEY DIDN’T SHOW ANYTHING TOO GAY IN THE PREVIEW WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??? SHOULD WE WORRY???? (no literally I just found some screenshots of a text I sent to a friend of mine that says “the preview doesn’t look gay enough and I don’t trust that”)
-when ep. 7 dropped and everyone and their mother lost their shit and YOI trended for a whole week on tumblr and people were joining the fandom in HORDES which to this day is probably still the most surreal fandom experience I’ve ever had
-idk if this was a universal thing but the italian subfandom had all those michele crispino memes about wine
-also when Sara Crispino got introduced and the subtitles said Sala and everyone was crying because it was just really bad
-everyone shouting to know Victor’s backstory
-that whole week of being 100% convinced Makkachin would die, fun times
-when episode? 10 I think? came out and it was revealed that Yuuri had seduced Victor at the afterparty the previous year and everyone was LOSING IT
– that whole episode just killed everyone tbh
-also Otabek showed up and people were thirsting reaaal hard
-the Otayuri discourse which I’m assuming continues to this day
-HAMSTER META
-“I will give you something gold and shiny for your birthday” and everyone being like. Are they tricking us into thinking it’s a medal when it’s, in fact, a wedding ring, or are they tricking us into thinking it’s a wedding ring when it is, in fact, a medal?
-everyone crying after episode 11 and all the meta on what was gonna happen. I think the general opinion was that Yuuri would win gold and then he and Victor would retire together lmao
-also when it got strongly implied that Christophe had a boyfriend and people got really emotional, that was cute
-I just remember everyone dying over the final episode, with the freaking Stammi Vicino duet, tbh
-overall it was just a freaking wild experience and two years later I’m still so glad I was there for that
EDIT:
-people in the notes pointed out that I forgot that bit in episode?? Uuh something beteeen 2 to 4 where there was a comment on Victor’s thinning hairline and everyone got SUPER CONVINCED Victor was going to die of cancer, people made amvs of that shit, it was so dramatic
Austen’s women blush all the time, for numerous reasons (interestingly, most frequently on behalf of somebody else who ought to be embarrassed but isn’t, like when Lizzy and Jane blush for Lydia and Wickham when the newlyweds arrive at Longbourn, or when Elinor blushes for the manipulative Lucy), but the men either “colour” or “turn red” when they’re embarrassed, guilty, angry, etc., which, Lord love ‘em, they frequently are. Darcy turns white the first time he claps eyes on Wickham in Meryton (while Wickham turns red), he grows “pale with anger” when he gets demolished by Lizzy at Hunsford, and listens with “heightened colour” as she keeps on wrecking him. But when they meet again at Pemberley, “the cheeks of each [are] overspread with the deepest blush.” He’s unique that way. I thought you’d all want to know.
hey here’s three test pages of night king comics i made last weekend to see if i actually liked working in this style for comics. i don’t think i’ll be making any more, at least not of this scene, so y’all can have them
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