#tall tree and the eye

[darkfluffydragon]

Woo! Phantasmagoria! Shadow Milk Cookie :D (also known as Phantas when it comes to AUs)

It may be messy, but I've spent too long trying to come up with a design for jester man over here. Let's just embrace the chaos SMC style. This is also the guy who designed Pure Vanilla and Wind Archer's outfits by the way. He does not like his hair.

#fyp #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cr kingdom #crk #shadow milk cookie #phantasmagoria crk #he's the same height as prune juice cookie #now at least #before the silver tree he was taller than pv #his appearance is completely based on what he remembers about himself #he remembers being called short by all the other virtues #so he just sort of assumed how small he is #he got gaslit into being smaller lmao #'smaller' #he was actually quite tall #it's just all the others were taller #on the second image #the two eyes #the left on is called jerry #the right one is called rem

[quaranmine]

i need to relearn fire finder math this evening, i have let the inconsistencies in early firewatch au go on Too Long

#i put the fire lookout at the wrong elevation in my calculations and didn't have as good an idea how tall it was #i accidentally put it above treeline despite describing trees around the tower #(scar's lookout is likely higher elevation--there are only squatty trees next to the Thorofare lookout and it is sitting on the ground) #i have also since seen a fire lookout approximately grian's style and height in real life with my own two eyes 💥 #(i counted the steps and put it in a note on my phone LMAO) #anyway these issues with elevation and height means that the fire finder calculations need to be adjusted since both are variables in it

[aftout]

I don't think I've ever seen wormwood in your style, so can you draw them? I love that plant

The reason you've never seen him in my style is because I've never once drawn them in my life oops. So here's something I managed to conjure up in terms of ACC appearances lol

#Instead of the eyes being white I'm just keeping them completely hollow #also very; VERY tall. I'm thinking eight feet. That's a TREE. #he moves similarly to how the tree guards do. they are also a mamas boy. #my art #asks #dst wormwood #dst: a clock's cruelty (au)

[espectres]

memories of childhood.

repost. don't reblog. bold what applies. italicize what sometimes applies. 

scraped knees ,  silent tears in a locked room ,  slamming doors ,  pervasive loneliness ,  a dog barking ,  rain on a metal roof, flinching at movement ,  the creak of an old house ,  forced laughter ,  wandering in the dark woods , wondering how you made it through ,  sudden loss ,  trying to make sense of the noise ,  hiding what you love to protect it ,  trying to explain but your words falter ,  invaded privacy ,  confusion at the pain ,  running barefoot in the grass ,  wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing ,  realizing you aren’t a priority ,  grass stains on white clothing, trying to earn love you will never have ,  being threatened over the smallest mistake ,  secrets you are warned not to share ,  the feeling of never being good enough ,  the hope things might someday get better ,  grief that aches in your bones ,  childish dares and pranks ,  the sense that your body isn't yours ,  shame and guilt that aren't yours to carry ,  sledding down a frozen hill ,  absentmindedly following snakes through the grass ,  punching a tree until your knuckles bleed ,  tears over every dead creature you find ,  searching out small places you can hide… just in case ,  climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you ,  the feeling of something tainted under your skin ,  a curious child told to stop asking ,  floral dresses ,  body tensing at approaching footsteps ,  anger with nowhere to go ,  brief escapes from the chaos ,  the purr of a contented cat ,  taking the blame to keep the peace ,  being told you’re too sensitive ,  the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day.

#SHOU & HIS FORMATIVE YEARS ON THE RUNNNN #the climbing trees one reminded me of his tendency to hide on top of tall buildings. cuz he's an esper he can do that #and whenever someone who's going after him actually reaches him he's just threatens to throw them off the roof #him & his empty death threats. he could never #“realizing you aren't a priority” SIDE EYEING TOICHIRO SO BAD RN. #dad of the year fr. nevermind if his son got crippling traumas #ショウ ; attack is the best defense! / dash games.

[oatbugs]

she says my heart is yours, from the caspian shores.

#in astana there is haunting symmetry. in the summer there are flowers breathing fresh air and fumes. in the winter ice covers the park #sole-deep so you let the LCD screen advertisements warm your heart. the serpent offers her a gold apple from a brass tree. #she bites the serpent. in london a biochemistry graduate becomes obsessed and beautiful. she designs gene sequencing devices. #she says the rubber components smell like cinnamon. #in tashkent the trees shine under the sun and the sky is vast. by the blue pond and the tall marble spires you see the fractal patterns #on the ceiling in her eyes. she feels like a strobe light firing onto your eyelids. she takes revenge. you can hear the water droplets fall #from into the fountain. she tells you about cre-lox knockout and how you should head into the city cafe and you cant #stop staring into her eyes and you can't listen very well. when she laughs all your hearts almost become an ocean. #in bishkek you suffer death by a thousand sunsets. your world is white and lilac and mountainous. you learn about the joy of #taking without giving. backstage of the opera theatre you kiss him again and again and again until briefly you are the apex. #in tehran the sun is almost as fervent as their full-up lungs (it takes up the span of your window. crisp edges through a particulate storm #they spend an hour making a 10-minute ride to chamran and the wheels are melting. the two girls in the car spend that time wisely. #the air is filled with smog so she breathes her instead. you like how she looks at you like she'll rip you apart. #here they sold the mountaintops. the girls take a brother'a army-issued rifle to the forest with them. #she says she could start a war. she says my heart is yours، from the caspian shores.

[sailoreuterpe]

Our waterline is leaking and it's our responsibility to fix it. Assuming that the pipes are still lead--which is a fair assumption, as the house is over a century old--we'll also have to pay to have all of the pipes leading to the house replaced. Rudimentary research indicates at least a cost of a few thousand, and that's for non-lead pipes. If we have to fully replace the piping, it could run us over five figures.

So much for our annual road trip. Or me getting a car. Or Mom getting to snowbird next winter. Or either of us getting out of debt.

#Notes by Nikki #it's one thing after another #I JUST paid off my credit cards #after I JUST paid off my brother's car #and then Mom had to pay to have her eyes fixed #and the tree cut down #and we were JUST about to be ready to start saving money #for her to snowbird and me to get a car #and now this bullshit #whyyy do we have to pay to fix stuff on the street land #but the city can do whatever they want there? #we're not allowed to take down the road signs #or prohibit people from walking there #or plant a garden in front of the house #but by GOD #if the weeds around the road signs are too tall #we have to deal with them #all of the home ownership costs and responsibilities #with none of the freedoms or privileges #depression #depressing #depressing shit #depressive thoughts

[strawberrycircuits]

i love majoras mask fanart that make link look like a fucked up little kid with a thousand yard stare with eyes that speak to her own intrisnic ancientness and i love ocarina of time fanart that makes her look like the worlds most lost 6'2 toddler. and i think both should coexist

#6'2 is generous. isnt she like over 7 feet tall when you compare her to the other links. girl whats WRONG WITH YOU !!!!! #also i think child link from oot proper should be a fucked up little girl too. she was raised in a forest by a tree where she was- #led to believe that she was simultaenously immortal AND doomed to die a horrific death if she ever stepped anywhere outside of her home. #i think shed eat the flowers in castle town while staring a man dead in the eye the first time she ever got there

[oldshrewsburyian]

I realize that absolutely no one asked for speculation about what happens after the perfect Hollywood finish of the ‘38 Robin Hood. However. After a recent viewing, I allowed my thoughts to drift to what actually happened after Richard’s return to England in 1194, said oh no, and discovered that at some point, a fairly detailed idea of how these characters would respond to the subsequent 20+ years of English history had formed in my mind. So, uh. This is that, posted here because it’s not fic-y enough for AO3 and I’m not sure how/if it should become so. Feedback on this and what to do with it welcome.

The Earl of Huntington and his lady leave behind them the noise of celebration in the castle where they have both been held prisoner, and ride for the greenwood. They ride slowly. He is wounded and they are both weary, but they are also both ecstatically happy. And although their marriage is not solemnized as befits a nobleman and a king’s ward until some weeks later, under the vault of St. Mary’s Church, it is pledged in the sight of God and made between the two of them in Sherwood Forest. Marian laughs in Robin’s arms and says it is only fitting.

They attend Richard’s coronation in great splendor, and return to their own lands with great joy. They are happy. It is easier for her than for him. She has been in other men’s power all her life, and now she is her own mistress and mistress of an estate, with a husband who adores her. Robin rises from his bed to get the scent of the forest and draw the night air into his lungs, and Marian does not complain. He still whistles at his work, and laughs easily, and moves so that it is a joy to look at him. Their tenants, of course, love Robin of Locksley as they loved him when he was a hunted outlaw. He knows their names and their holdings, asks after their health, trusts their knowledge of pigs and cattle and weather, and never comes home to Huntington without various small gifts for its lady. Marian discovers that she enjoys keeping bees.

They have children. It is tall John, always good with his hands, who makes the cradle that first winter. To the cradle come, in the following years, Mary, who does not live, and Anne and Cecilia, who do. Robin is delighted with them all. Marian herself is surprised by how interesting they are, the dark-eyed little girls who navigate the world clutching not only at her skirts but at their father’s shoulders, at the fur of dogs, at the hands of their parents’ friends. Little John, it transpires, appears perfectly happy to navigate the world with a giggling toddler clinging to each forearm. Anne is thoughtful, and Cecilia is lively, and Mary is buried in the church of the Virgin who is her namesake.

When the news of Richard’s death comes from France, barely five years have passed since Robin saved his crown for him. Robin drinks late into the night, and Marian does not try to stop him. The next day, they lie long abed together. “Robin,” says Marian, with her hand over his heart, “he hates you.” She does not have to explain whom she means, and he makes no answer, save to kiss the top of her head. It has suited the northern lords very well to have an absent king, as it suited them to have an imprisoned one, and a prince courting their favor. But John is now his brother’s heir, and he holds grudges. The Earl of Huntington, outwardly dutiful, attends his coronation. The king regards him sharply, and Robin fancies that he is looking at the faint scar on his temple, relic of the first time John tried to have himself crowned.

When their fourth daughter is born, Robin gives her his finger to hold and says, “It’s Martin’s feast day, and we can’t possibly call her that. Shall she be Elizabeth? Would not Bess be pleased?” Marian means to say that Bess would be very pleased indeed, but bursts into tears and says that he should have sons. At which Robin, grave as he seldom is, says that he does not need Huntington, much less sons to inherit it, and that he would live under any tree in the greenwood, or walk the roads as a tinker, so she were beside him. And Marian, as she so often does, finds herself scolding him for being foolish, and smiling as she scolds.

Within the next five years, the king has quite spectacularly alienated more of his nobles, and lost most of his lands in France. And this leads to what Marian calls the taxation incident. The fines are one thing. The new Sheriff of Nottingham is almost as unpopular as the old, but Robin’s tenants know that if they can evade the knowledge of shire officials, their secrets are safe with the earl who once roamed the forests. And if a widow wishes to remain unmarried, and cannot pay the king’s fee for doing so, she comes to Bess who is well contented with her sixth husband, or to Marian who plans on knowing one man only, and the fee is paid. And when scutage payments are levied, Robin only grumbles. The requested taxes, however, are another matter. Robin and Will sit with their heads together over the letter indicating what is owed, and when it is expected. “We can’t pay that,” says Robin, and Will says that is because of what Much charges (or doesn’t) to have flour milled, and the rents that are lowered or foregone in times of hardship, and the heriot that is not collected. “So tell him that,” says Marian, and they both turn to look at her. The estates of Huntington, that year, return an impeccably thorough report, made out in Will’s neat hand. It explains, in detail too great to be untrustworthy, exactly what fields and pastures produce, what fish and eels are drawn from ponds, what revenues come from bake-houses. The king may resent it, but disputing it would take time. And the extent of those neat entries make clear that it is a dispute he might not win. Robin, that first ink-stained night, throws his head back in laughter and says he has married the cleverest woman in England.

The interdict comes. Friar Tuck celebrates Mass anyway. Robin is nervous about the bishop. Old Bishop Hugh had known them all, and once shared an apple with Cecilia; his successor had been old and weary, and dead three years after his arrival. But this man — this man learned politics in great men’s households, and then chose the service of the king who has sent him north. But the bishop says nothing. Friar Tuck trots from parish to parish on a jennet, till Little John shakes his head and says he will grow thin with his labors. Curiously enough, it is Mortimer of Leeds and Ralf of Durham who tell Robin about the barons’ plot against the king. And Robin sighs, and says to his guests that it is true that they are in evil case, and that he will give them his answer on the morrow. It is Marian’s counsel he asks. “Do not tell me it is treason you fear!” says his lady, tracing his scars in the moonlight. “Not you!” Not treason, he agrees, but its punishment, should it fall upon them all. And Marian kisses him, and reminds him that they could live under any tree in the greenwood.

The rebels are successful, at first. Robin is dazed with it, this new victory against long odds. But then the pope, newly reconciled to England and its king, unexpectedly declares the charter signed at Runnymede illegal; and John marches north to Nottingham, bringing devastation in his wake. Robin and Marian manage to shield their people from the worst of it. The kings of Scotland and France marshal aid for their brother monarch, and Robin glowers at the fire and says, as if reminding himself, that they have faced defeat before. When Marian puts her hand on his shoulder, he covers it with his, and then draws it to his lips, as deliberately as he had done among other dangers, in other times. Those are dark years, when Marian and Robin both prepare for sieges like that of Rochester, and worry about Anne and Cecilia’s future marriages.

When the king dies of greed on a wild autumn night, it is like a judgment of God. And William Marshal knows Robin well enough to like him, and to know that what he wants to wrest from England’s kings is not power, but justice. So Huntington, surprisingly, weathers the defeat of the barons. The charter of Runnymede is confirmed. The French king’s troops are sent back across the channel. And Robin and Marian see Henry crowned at Westminster, and Robin kisses in fealty the hand of a boy young enough to be the son he does not have. They see Anne married. On that day, standing in the sunlight outside the church, he asks: “Does it not seem strange to you, that we should live to settle into something like peace?” Marian tells him that she has thought nothing strange since learning to love him, and that he should kiss her and stop philosophizing. So he does.

#the adventures of robin hood #is DEFINITELY part of my medievalist origin story #age 7: watches errol flynn swing out of trees #age 30: gets phd in medieval history #age 30mumble: you know what actually i have OPINIONS about robin's responses to tax policies #what i should be doing is writing about the 12th century in a distinctly different context but here we are! #it will never not delight me that in this version of events #king richard looks at how marian and robin look at each other for .2 seconds and internally says #'welp. better make that tall skinny man an earl so she can marry him' #he can't SUGGEST that a recently-condemned outlaw with blood in his hair and fire in his eyes marry a royal ward #but he can hint to said outlaw that he could ask nicely for her hand

[ahappydnp]

What was the very specific clip that made you feel a tingle for dan?

i don’t even know why i can’t explain it but something about this one bit made me go ‘ohhh yeah okay i get it…yup mhm”

#anon ask #he’s all tall and charming and entertaining and i got why people want to climb him like a tree #eye opening experience truly only happens for these 11 seconds then he’s back to my little brother my best friend my good time pal

[rabbitcruiser]

Guggenheim Museum Bilbao, Spain (No. 3)

The Solomon R. Guggenheim Foundation selected Frank Gehry as the architect, and its director, Thomas Krens, encouraged him to design something daring and innovative. The curves on the exterior of the building were intended to appear random; the architect said that "the randomness of the curves are designed to catch the light". The interior "is designed around a large, light-filled atrium with views of Bilbao's estuary and the surrounding hills of the Basque country". The atrium, which Gehry nicknamed The Flower because of its shape, serves as the organizing center of the museum.

When the Guggenheim Museum Bilbao opened to the public in 1997, it was immediately hailed as one of the world's most spectacular buildings in the style of Deconstructivism (although Gehry does not associate himself with that architectural movement), a masterpiece of the 20th century. Architect Philip Johnson described it as "the greatest building of our time", while critic Calvin Tomkins, in The New Yorker, characterized it as "a fantastic dream ship of undulating form in a cloak of titanium," its brilliantly reflective panels also reminiscent of fish scales. Herbert Muschamp praised its "mercurial brilliance" in The New York Times Magazine. The Independent calls the museum "an astonishing architectural feat".

Source: Wikipedia    

#Iberdrola Tower #Tall Tree & the Eye by Anish Kapoor #architecture #Frank Gehry #Guggenheim Museum Bilbao #Frank O. Gehry #stainless steel #titanium plates #reflection #exterior #Bilbao #cityscape #tourist attraction #landmark #original photography #province of Biscay #Basque Country #Spain #Northern Spain #Southern Europe #summer 2021 #España #detail #only gray #sculpture #public art #façade #vacation #travel

[suitmanleaks]

Things get weirder

Update time.

So I just got home. At work like clockwork the suit men came in. I had brought a spare suit in my bookbag to try and blend in but I kinda pussied out. I did manage to peep in again and it was pretty much the same as last time. A bunch of photos of forests with red circles around it, however there was one tree that looked out of place. There was one like that last time I just didn't wanna mention it. The tree looked fucking-- weird. It looked like it had a head just with-- nothing. No hair no eyes no mouth nothing. I've been debating whether I should go in and try to spy or not, it's not like me to snoop or anything but there's something in there that's sort of... "pulling me in" What do you guys think I should do?

#tall tree #tall tree no face #no face? #no eyes #no mouth #no hair #men in suits #what are they hiding?

[lvllns]

there’s something very comforting in going from talking on skype until three in the morning almost every day to reaching out once every few months and yet. it feels like nothing has changed.

#reed.txt #i feel like we could catch right up where we left off and it'd be fine #one of my best friends in the world who i've never even met in person and it's been like. thirteen years. #i dunno it's just like. people exist outside of you. #shit happens and sometimes people you thought were going to be a daily staple become. not that. #you can keep in touch and talk and update each other and it's. i dunno. sometimes people are meant to leave #and open that space for someone else who fits better. who. who settles you and makes you feel comfortable and at ease. #it's just. the knowledge that things change but the cores of humans remain (mostly) the same #i know if i asked her for advice she'd happily give it (because i did this a couple months ago) #and she sends me horse things saying 'this made me think of you' and i don't know!! #everything is okay!!! everything is going to be okay!!! that's the WHOLE POINT #the sun rises and sets and the earth spins and it will be cloudy and rain but there will be sunshine and clear skies #and there will be nights so ink black you can't see and they feel suffocating #and there will be nights so lit up by the moon and stars you have to shield your eyes #some people are meant to be cyclical in your life #they are meant to ebb and flow like tides #and sometimes if you're lucky you find a person or maybe a few #who become a forest of trees #stalwart and tall and you can sink to your knees and know that they will remain #you have people that shift and warp and people that never once flicker #i dunno i dunno i'm spewing out words but i just. not everyone you meet is going to be a constant is the poinst #*point #but when you find someone who is a tree or a lighthouse or. or. #or someone who makes you feel so SAFE you can't take it you have to keep them close #the amount of people i've met and been 'i want you in my life forever' is very few. my forest is small. but it is made up of people #who bring me so much inner peace and who i love so very much

[puphoods]

i know exactly what all three of them look like i can see them in my mind theyre so real. but i cannot draw that good to be able to get it right

#chirps #coopers a big guy. tall and broad fat but like strong muscle-y fat. u know #square face also kind of chubby but not in the looks young way. his hair is kind of greasy and dirty blonde/light brown and unevenly cut #he does it himself. hes got a thin mouth that turns down in the corners it always looks like hes pressing his lips together. bit of stubble #butnot too much. wide nose with a straight bridge. hooded eyes that are kind of small + almond shaped. not sure what colour. grey maybe #erm what else.... normal eyebrows kind of thick but not bushy. hes in his mid 30s andis starting to get some stress lines on his forhead #mainly from frowning 24/7 #hes white. farmers tan he generally stays pretty covered up wears cargo pants and a big thick jacket #steel toed boots and the like stuff to keep him protected #hes strong and has pretty toned arms and big hands thick fingers a lot of calluses #broad shoulders. thick torso but not much of a gut. tree trunks of fucking legs you couldnt knock this guy over with a bulldozer #he has a scar on his chest frmo heart surgery he had when he was young but other than that not many big scars #do i need to keep going can you just imagine him with me. already. #my ocs #<- saving for my own reference in case i forget what he looks like (i wont)

[ballisterboldheart]

the horseman 9 challenge its taking me so long this time 😭 you can jump this one bridge with the right horse and i did it the first time i played through the game but i keep missing the jump and killing both of us 😭

#s.txt #i got it on one of my first runthroughs but i accidentally triggered an encounter so it didn't count 😭 #yes i could go through tall trees. i would prefer not to. #trying to do this stupid challenge with arthur is the bane of my existence. but he deserves it. #im so :) tho i think ill get most of the challenges done w arthur #the only ones i know i cant get is the herbalist one and uhhhh. can't remember the other one. #still stuck on sharpshooter 1 🥰 i dont know how. but once i get dead eye multishot i know i can progress #its just. putting off chapter 5 as long as possible. #rdr2

[platoniqs]

if i added a milo manheim what then

#* ❪ west ❫ ❛ i love kfc‚ it’s finger lickin’ good . #folk would have to climb trees just to make eye contact #he's so tall & for what #i'm either gonna add him here or on my other blog #bc i've been rewatching zombies & love him

[fxirytxlcfxtc]

Tag Dump - 8/??

#꒰ ♡ ꒱ i'm not gonna stand here and wait ╱ scarlett peace ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ are we out of the woods yet? ╱ serafina holt ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ all my underdogs ╱ sienna scorfano paguro ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ busy making myself into someone free from doubt ╱ silas castellanos ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ this is not a swan song ╱ sophie callaghan ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ the woods are just trees ╱ stephanie hunt ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ daddy's money and mama's good looks ╱ stina ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ my grand plan is that i will be remembered ╱ sylvia dinkley ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ push through hell and rise ╱ takumi of atlantis ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ cuz i'm a queen when the camera's flashin' ╱ taylor costa ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ i may not have nine lives but this one feels brand new ╱ teresa bonfamille (billie sykes) ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ if you don't believe in yourself then who will? ╱ terry maybeck ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ i fought the devil and i'll live to tell ╱ tuma dracula ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ if i fall will you let me down easy? ╱ vanessa beaufort ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ welcome to the show ╱ victoria adlon ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man ╱ vivien devineaux ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ someday you'll walk tall with pride ╱ william foxworth (sykes) ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ deck the halls ╱ winter st. north ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ i'm definitely in for whatever comes next ╱ wylie ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ lost in the woods ╱ wynn kristoffsson ◞