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llovelymoonn · 10 months
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favourite poems of june
chase twichell the snow watcher: "hunger for something"
hester knibbe hungerpots (tr. jacquelyn pope)
jan beatty an eater, or swallowhole, is a reach of stream
sally wen mao the toll of the sea
peter everwine rain
rebecca lindenberg the logan notebooks: "poetic subjects"
john kinsella native cut wood deflects colonial hunger
katie peterson permission: "the truth is concrete"
linda hogan dark. sweet.: "innocence"
jános pilinszky (tr. george gömöri & clive wilmer) van gogh's prayer
david sullivan the day the beekeeper died: sulaymaniyah
sandra simonds you can't build a child
kari edwards bharat jiva: "ready to receive remains..."
george kalogeris rilke rereading hölderlin
philip nikolayev letters from aldenderry: "a midsummer's night stroll"
franz wright the raising of lazarus
erin belieu black box: "i heart your dog's head"
joseph brodsky collected poems in english, 1972-1999: "the hawk's cry in autumn"
jonathan galassi north street and other poems: "may"
stanley kunitz the collected poems of stanley kunitz: "end of summer"
robin blaser the holy forest: collected poems of robin blaser: "a bird in the house"
liu xia (tr. jennifer stern & ming di) empty chairs
wilfred owen exposure
mahogany l. browne this is the honey
diane lockward the uneaten carrots of atonement: "for the love of avocados"
peter balakian ozone journal: "here and now"
(tw: miscarriage) kathryn nuernberger rag & bone: "translations"
ailbhe ní ghearbhuigh conriocht ["werewolf"] (tr. billy ramsell)
craig arnold meditation on a grapefruit
anzhelina polonskaya (tr. andrew wachtel) to the ashes: "a few words about van gogh"
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kolumnist-art · 10 months
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I haven't posted in a while, but lately I haven't much time for drawing. So I stole my Targaryen Prince Jon from my previous fanart and dressed him up in his canon look 😅 So here is…
Jon Snow, the Bastard of Winterfell ⚔️ 998th Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch.
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Who do you ship Jon Snow with? ❤️
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newyorkthegoldenage · 1 month
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A little snow didn't faze these enthusiasts in 1940. They just bundled up, opened umbrellas, and enjoyed the parade.
Photo: Charles Payne for the NY Daily News via Getty Images/Fine Art America
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bergoozter · 1 year
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they’re up to somethinggg
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animebw · 1 year
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I’m gonna be honest, I thought going into Winter 2023 that this was gonna be a bit of a dump season. One of those seasons where anime just kinda sits around farting and we all wait patiently for the actual Good Shit to start coming out again while pretending to catch up on our backlogs.
That... has not been the case.
Bofuri Season 2: Seriously, how does this show get so many incredible action cuts?
Buddy Daddies: Look, it’s probably not gonna be gay, but Spy x Family meets Tiger and Bunny is something we all need in our lives, okay?
Campfire Cooking in Another World: Couldn’t even last a full episode of this one before my eyes glazed over. Dropped.
Endo and Kobayashi Live: Now this is pretty charming! Pity the animation’s such garbage, though.
Giant Beasts of Ars: It’s a damn good season for fantasy anime, y’all.
Handyman Saitou in Another World: Could actually end up a halfway decent isekai SOL if it stops being so goddamn terrible at structure.
High Card: This is exactly my brand of Anime Bullshit(tm) and I am so on board.
Ippon Again: An actually great female-led sports anime? With major A Place Further Than the Universe vibes? Do not sleep on this one, y’all.
Kaina of the Great Snow Sea: Damn. Good. Season. For. Fantasy. Anime.
Kubo Won’t Let Me Be Invisible: As far as Takagi-san knock-offs go, this one is pleasant enough.
The Magical Revolution of the Oh Fuck It These LN Titles are Impossible to Remember Just Call it “MagiRevo”: Buckle up, folks, we might just have another Actually Good Isekai on our hands.
Malevolent Spirits Mononogatari: It’s Noragami but shit. Dropped at 1 episode.
Nagatoro-san Season 2: Yeah, turns out I’m still not above the occasional well made trash.
Nier Automata: Genuine question, is this gonna be an acceptable substitute for the game or will I just be spoiling the experience for myself?
Onimai: I fucking hate the Mushoku Tensei studio so much and I hate myself even more for deciding to stick with this one.
Reborn to Master the Blade: This one might be soon for the chopping block, but I’m holding out hope that its story can overcome its middling production values. We’ll have to wait and see.
Revenger: GEN UROBUCHI’S BACK BABY YEEEEEEHAW
Sugar Apple Fairy Tale: Take notes, Every Isekai: this is how you explore slavery in a fantasy setting.
The Tale of Outcasts: Feels like a 13-year-old’sedgy  Ancient Magus Bride fanfiction. Honestly, though? I kind of really dig it.
Tomo-Chan is a Girl: LET. TOMBOYS. BE. TOMBOYS. WITHOUT. SHAMING. THEM. FOR. IT. Dropped at episode 2.
Tokyo Revengers Season 2: At this point, I’m just watching out of morbid curiosity of how bad the manga’s ending supposedly was.
Trails of Cold Steel: The Northern War: Easily the weakest fantasy anime of the lot. Giving it one more episode to impress me, otherwise it gets the drop.
Trigun Stampede: Y’all are buggin, the CG here is incredible.
Tsurune Season 2: Good god, the glow-up from season one is nuts. KyoAni just does not miss.
Vinland Saga Season 2: Okay, manga readers, let’s see if watching a bunch of sad men farm is as incredible as you say.
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all-the-bones-ever · 3 months
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snowleopardcrk · 5 months
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Nom nom
Crunchy Chip asked Second Watcher to feed Snow Leopard once, and she went for his sleeve (didnt let go)
Maybe Crunchy Chip needs parenting advice Qwq
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ladysansa · 1 year
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jon, nonchalantly, in twow:
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literally everyone else:
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ritasanderson · 2 years
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blazethecheeto · 13 days
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hey hi this might just be my obsession with her but hey. what happened to caitlin's screentime. i miss her. i miss when she had relevant plot and the writers cared about her and didn't just show up to say some science exposition then disappear for another two episodes.
i thought she was one of the main characters. LIKE SHE IS. it just feels like they forgot almost every plot point they have with her until the next caitlin centric episode. whcih gets more and more sparse each season.
s6 was actually brutal, she had virtually no screentime or episodes, it was all about frost, which i get that they wanted to do something different, but caitlin shouldn't have been completely pushed aside. like, i feel like after s4, they didn't know what to do with caitlin. if she doesn't have a love interest or her storyline with frost, they have no idea what to do with her plot.
so they don't include her at all.
WHICH PISSES ME OFF? BECAUSE THERE IS SO MUCH. SO MUCH POTENTIAL FOR CAITLIN STORYLINES THAT DON'T INCLUDE FROST.
those brief, beautiful moments where she gets a chance to shine or have her angst, like when the flashbacks showed her getting fucking run over??? by her dad?? which she repressed for 20 years??? and that's not good plot material for the writers??
in 7x08, when caitlin just breaks down because she doesn't want to live a life without frost?? 2x22 when caitlin thinks she sees jay everywhere and is terrified?
they have an actual goldmine of a character with built-up plot and lore and angst and personality and she's literally my favourite flash character ever and they just. push her aside.
they have deleted scenes of really good caitlin stuff with danielle acting her ass off and they just scrap it because hey we actually wanna see more of another wells or cecile or allegra or whoever they decide to focus on today :3
guys i promised myself this wouldn't be an anti-flash rant, istg im just so sad. i love caitlin. i love frost. i love their storylines.
it just sucks the show doesn't seem to think they matter.
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thaliajoy-blog · 1 year
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Illegitimate addition to the Stark family : pretty Jon Snow. With cameo by random nightwatchers.
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askshivanulegacy · 7 months
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Design Flaws
The snowy hawkbats should have been Cipher Thirteen’s first clue that this was a bad idea.
They were cute. Just like his own little hawkbat form, except white and fuzzy (not to imply that his hawkbat form was cute). 
Covered in a downy layer of fur, like the finest of winter fashion, they clung along the walls of the ice canyons as if they were granite slug-infested ferrocrete and not … frigid and forbidding wastelands (he wondered what they ate). They didn’t have the echolocation horn that he did, or the bioluminescent, environment-sensing fronds, but they did have the tiniest little, fur-covered triangular ears, which he, of course, did not.
Adorable.
With shorter, broader wings, and claws more like miniature icepicks than something reasonable, they nestled together in overlapping layers, covering the exposed, pale skin along the lower third of their wings in fuzzy warmth. Every so often the bottom layer of snow bats would take flight, maybe locating some kind of nourishment, before flitting sporadically back to take their place at the top of the column, tucking in and making the whole colony readjust as they chased the rising line of the falling sun. Neat.
Thirteen turned from the window and went to locate Watcher Five.
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The fact that even tauntauns refused to traverse the landscape at dusk should have been Thirteen’s second clue.
“The sun’ll be down in an hour,” the animal keepers told them. “Tauntauns won’t do it. They won’t. Lookit ‘em. They know. It’s a five-hour trip anyway by mount. Did you try the speeder bay?”
Yes, they tried the speeder bay. All were down due to climate-related mechanical issues. That’s why they were here.
Five and Thirteen were forced to abruptly step aside as a tauntaun retreated, with loud complaints, into its not-all-that-warm, yet somehow preferable, stall in the ice cave.
Time for plan, uh. C.
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They had, of course, what the tauntauns didn’t, which was thermal clothing embedded with thermal heat packs, specifically made for this planet, for this weather.
Well, Thirteen didn’t, not anymore, not for Plan C. But that was fine. He had thick skin and he’d flown in the cold before. Five packed a duffel with extra winter clothing and gear, while the monstrous, dragon-sized hawkbat looked on, and they were ready to go.
Intel, and Intel’s finest, don’t wait for daybreak.
Thirteen launched them into the fading dusk, and the winter air wrapped around his wings in a cold embrace. The low clouds on the horizon were tinged pink.
Delightful.
Three hours by air to the next installation, max. It would be easy.
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Nobody told Thirteen that massive wings capable of resisting blaster bolts can still lose heat like a sieve. And so can large, unfurred ears, like the ears he has to accommodate the echolocation that he’s trying so hard to use right now in the face of the blisteringly cold wind and the downright blistering, driving snow.
The snow stings his eyes and sharp gusts batter them about in the dark. Thirteen does his best to smooth the journey for Watcher Five, and he thinks he succeeds, but he can feel the air yanking and shoving his wings, and it’s an effort to keep them even. His muscles tremble.
How long has it been?
Well, they’ll be there soon enough. If Thirteen is cold, then Five certainly is. He just needs to persevere a little longer.
Tiny icicles form on his eye ridges, and across the rim of his ears and inside them, from the steamy plumes of his hot breath. Not for the first time, he shakes his head to dislodge them, snapping his beak in futile annoyance and grimacing at the burning of his chafed skin. They interfere with his hearing - with what he can see in the sound. Far below, he perceives the slopes and edges of the landscape.
No base, yet.
A little further. 
His wings are stiff from the cold, and he pumps them regularly to keep speed and keep blood flowing. This is fine. He’s flown in the cold before. Not like this, but … still cold.
The wind howls and makes the icicles sing, and he shakes his head again. Five beats on the base of his neck. 
It’s fine. He screams into the wind to tell him so.
It bites back into his lungs.
It’s … painful the way the delicate fronds at the back of his head seem to transmit the frigid air straight into his skull. Had he ever had the problem before? He can’t remember. Maybe he should speak to Five about … a hat. A hawkbat hat. For a giant hawkbat.
The idea makes him chuckle. Oh, but this snow is annoying. It makes his eyes water. Five has goggles, doesn’t he? Thirteen needs those too. For now, maybe he’ll just close his eyes. He doesn’t need them, anyway, can’t see anything even with all the extra spectrums his eyes have access to. Premium design choice, and for what?
No, he can hear the landscape just fine.
The ache of his body fades into the wailing monotony of the wind.
An hour later - or is it minutes later? - he tries to open his eyes and realizes they have frozen shut.
Well, that’s … dastardly. And unfair.
A good shake does nothing for them, neither does a second, longer and more vigorous shake. He could beat the ice free, perhaps, with a wing, or a claw, maybe. But that’s not really conducive for flying or for passengers, is it?
Damn it, Five.
Well, he still has his ears. They’ll be there soon. Won’t they? He’s sure they will. How long has it been?
Five is still there. Isn’t he? He should be. He’d be an idiot if he let himself fall after all this time. Well, he’s wrapped up in enough thermals that they’d cushion the landing and he’d still melt a crater into the ice like a superheated meteor. It’s fine.
He thinks he feels Five patting his neck again. He thinks he hears Five saying something, which his giant ears would definitely pick up, even with the wind. Yes, it’s fine.
It’s fine. 
His wings are heavy. He beats them. He thinks he does. He listens, hard, for their destination to appear. He doesn’t hear anything.
The clouds muffle everything. Should he go lower? 
No, he can hear through clouds. He can hear through that annoying ringing, he can hear past the heaviness of his breath.
He can. He was made for this.
He was.
Except, he wasn’t.
He thinks of flying with a giant winged wolf, soaring among mountain peaks, under a clear, starry sky. She has the aurora wrapped like a shawl in her mane and her tail - the sparkling banner of a comet. He hears her, in the wind. Howling.
Howling.
She was made for this.
Gradually, his head and wings droop. 
The flight comes to an abrupt end.
Thankfully, he doesn’t notice when he plows, headfirst, into the icy slope.
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jeandejard3n · 27 days
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Game of Thrones: The Sorrow of Ser Davos
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professorsta · 1 year
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Absolutely loving the vibes of Shane and Ryan and Co traveling through snowy weather with their cute ass bundled up selves. Going antiquing and filming so much in excitement for whatever the fuck they are there for. I know Ryan is rolling his eyes and thanking every god Steven isn't present to gang up with Shane on how much better equipped midwesterners are for the coldest and most harrowing temperatures foreseen by man. Shane fucking flying through what I'm assuming to be a road made of pure ice. That screams someone who has slid into ditches and only made the vaguest face in concern as a response.
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underrated part of Wayne’s character is the random audio stimming (hooting) he does during the blindfold challenge. all I know is they need to bring that back. it’s adorbs
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aisphotostuff · 3 months
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Snowdrop Month London..
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Snowdrop Month London.. by Adam Swaine Via Flickr: Snowdrops Botanical name: Galanthus..Heralds of spring, these little bulbs are among the first plants to flower in the new year. Planted in generous drifts, they are sturdier than they look
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