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lunamaraproject · 6 months ago
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LUNAMARA 🌓 GOOD MORNING
The second comic preview to the Lunamara Project. As always, stay tuned for the main event.
More from LUNAMARA:
Fragments: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9]
Comics: [Good Night] [Good Morning]
Art by Luka (http://nousanti.tumblr.com/) Story by Pidge (http://pidgestories.tumblr.com/)
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lackadaisycal-art · 1 year ago
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Coming up with fashion for my fantasy setting is very fun; when witch hunting got bad in the 16th century, witches all over Britain and Ireland fled to the magical realm. Theoretically, never to return. But human witches can't resist popping their heads back through every now and then to see what's happening, it's even a right of passage to go on an illegal Human World jaunt in your final school year. Consequently, fashion gets weird
(Here's Cian - he's the sort of "cool big brother" character, four years older than the main characters)
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portraituresque · 7 months ago
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Hans Heinrich Porth - Self Portrait ,1822
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hikinguk · 1 month ago
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Porth-Cadjack Cove, Cornwall National Landscape
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richs-pics · 1 year ago
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Porth Dafarch, Anglesey
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robinvollbrecht · 7 days ago
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tmcphotoblog · 4 months ago
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Mawgan Porth, Cornwall, England
Mawgan Porth is a beach and small settlement in north Cornwall, England. It is north of Watergate Bay, approximately four miles north of Newquay, on the Atlantic Ocean coast.
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mariocki · 3 months ago
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Fat Man on a Beach (HTV, 1974)
"I'm going to read some more poems now. Erm. It may be that if you want to go and have a cup of tea, this would be a good time. I know that's what you masses are like. The mention of poetry and off you go."
#fat man on a beach#b.s. johnson#classic tv#documentary#htv#michael bakewell#aled vaughan#a frankly incredible and truly unique piece of television. according to Johnson's biographer‚ the novelist Jonathan Coe‚ this film was#described in tv listings at the time as a documentary about Porth Ceiriad‚ a rather beautiful beach on the Llŷn Peninsula in North Wales#it.. is not that. i can only imagine the baffled reactions of an idle audience tuning into HTV in 1974. true‚ this is entirely filmed at#Porth Ceiriad‚ but any element of travelogue (or even really of documentary) is dispelled almost immediately: the first lines heard are#those of an unseen narrator who tells us we are about to watch a film about a fat man on a beach. 'Do you really want to watch that?' he#asks incredulously. it's a challenge‚ the first of several from Johnson‚ who spends the next 40 minutes variously pottering about the sands#mugging to the camera‚ reciting poetry (his own and others; literary and dirty) and baring his soul. I've never seen anything quite like it#I'm not sure that much has been made that is quite like it tbh. Johnson was a fiercely original‚ brilliant mind; he was a novelist#a poet‚ a critic and a filmmaker. he was also‚ when this first aired on uk tv‚ dead. a few weeks after completing filming on this‚ his#final work‚ he sadly took his own life. i mention it not as a grim factoid but because it is a vital contextualisation of this film; the#play has been described before (and play is not the right word) as a sort of loose form manifesto from Johnson‚ a laying out of his own#peculiar philosophies and interests in a disjointed manner‚ peppered with asides and distractions and filming mishaps (all kept in the#final product). for me‚ the feeling was inescapable that this was like viewing a suicide note. whether Johnson had already come to some#conclusion on that front or not‚ the fact is that his own obsession with morbidity‚ with the spectre of death and of decay (it runs right#through his work‚ particularly his work in film) transforms this into something almost confessional. there's a section of the film where#the author recalls witnessing the aftermath of a traffic accident‚ a motorcyclist thrown through wire fencing and sliced like cheese#the absurdity of the comparison is lingered on‚ Johnson almost stalls and appears to lose his train of thought (briefly discussing instead#the modern mass production of cheese) but he also seems clearly affected‚ delivering the tale in a halting‚ reverent tone#not that this is all darkness and gloom; it's just as often funny‚ or surreal (the film frequently cuts away to a bunch of bananas‚ only#later explained by one of Johnson's biographical recollections) and includes visual puns‚ bad jokes and a few moments of physical comedy#the writer doesn't seem distressed. rather‚ he seems... if not at peace‚ then as though he has come to terms. confident in his own beliefs#and ideals. but perhaps that's reaching too far‚ or reading in what the viewer wishes to read in. the sad fact is that Johnson took his own#life‚ but he left us with a body of work unlike almost anything else‚ and which is still being celebrated and analysed today. rip bsj
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hannaedits · 6 months ago
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Five-Star Reads for May 2024
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maypoleman1 · 10 months ago
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21st January
St Agnes’ Day
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St Agnes by Domenachino (1625). Source: Wikipedia
Today is St Agnes’ Day. Agnes is believed to have been a Christian, born to an aristoratic Roman family in the fourth century AD. She was executed in 350 during Diocletian’s persecution of Christians aged just thirteen. A number of miracles are said to have taken place around her execution, including the failure of kindling when the Roman authorities attempted to burn her to death following her refusal to renounce her faith. A soldier then killed her by stabbing her through the throat. She is honoured by most Christian churches as one of the virgin saints, and is often depicted in the company of a sheep, probably due to a possibly deliberate misreading of Agnus Dei (Lamb of God). For this reason today is said to be a good day to bless sheep and all things woollen.
For some reason Agnes’ story has also found a home in Cornwall, but it is an altogether more fanciful tale, if no less dark. The chaste Agnes became the object of affection of a Cornish Giant named Bolster. Nothing Agnes could say would dissuade her gigantic suitor from his pursuit although the young woman’s constant rejections led Bolster to take out his frustration on the local settlements. Agnes therefore devised a cunning ruse to rid both her and the locality of the tiresome giant. Agnes persuaded Bolster to prove his love for her by opening a vein in his wrist and filling a hole at Chapel Porth near Truro, with his blood. The simple-minded giant had no idea that the hole led under the sea and had no bottom. As Bolster slowly lost consciousness, Agnes rolled him to a cliff edge and kicked him into the waves to drown. The grateful local people named their village St Agnes in her honour. Given this rather unchristian homicidal behaviour, it is likely that this Cornish Agnes is descended from a pagan giant-killing Celtic heroine.
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dissociative-disaster · 1 year ago
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Living my best life in the Lonely
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lackadaisycal-art · 1 year ago
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Photos taken moments before Jonathan gets them both grounded for a month
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stokerphoto · 2 years ago
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Porth Ceiriad, Nr. Abersoch. 2021.
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head-vampire · 2 years ago
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Bally Space Invaders promotional comic (1980)
Story by Mary Beth Bush and Carol Porth
Art by Paul Faris
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richs-pics · 1 year ago
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Good dog
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general-du-vallon · 9 months ago
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[ID: two photos of the scene as described, Athos and Porthos in a room at the Louvre among a light crowd. End ID]
Porthos' expressions when Athos receives the duel challenge from the Duke of Savoy are so hilarious.  Like, buddy has the smuggest face throughout the entire exchange, and it really should have clued the Duke into the fact that it wasn't going to go well.  My receipts:
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The "yeah, right" of the first picture, the "well, okay, then, your funeral" of the second... I love them both
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