#climbed the hills of you

[geopsych]

It's that time again, time for the late November poem of all time. It really is like this here now.

Reluctance Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and descended; I have come by the highway home, And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground, Save those that the oak is keeping To ravel them one by one And let them go scraping and creeping Out over the crusted snow, When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still, No longer blown hither and thither; The last lone aster is gone; The flowers of the witch hazel wither; The heart is still aching to seek, But the feet question ‘Whither?’

Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season. —Robert Frost

[aziraphalalala]

I am not entirely certain what will happen once the actors & writers strike ends, but I'm pretty sure Michael Sheen will break the sound barrier with how fast he will go feral on the internets about how Aziraphale wants to eat Crowley's ox rib

[super-marvel-dc]

Me to Bucky whenever I see or think about him

*Pictures from Pinterest*

[tls123]

ENCYCLOPEDIA - (...) Where were you before? You had to be somewhere. YOU - Up on Marvel Hill. ENCYCLOPEDIA - Why did you say that?

— original quote from disco elysium — dialogue screenshots from fayde (conversation branch) — inspired by this set by @revacholian-girl-utena — and mdzs disco elysium au by @poorly-drawn-mdzs

[mellarked-katnisseverdeen]

So I FINALLY finished rereading Catching Fire.

And I am so stupidly upset cause now I am gonna be reading Mockingjay. Which is so much worse until the last freaking chapter.

HELP ME-

[thetomorrowshow]

Whumptober Day 16 - Necrosis

title: knowledge of good and evil

fandom: hermitcraft smp

this is a continuation of day 12: starvation :))

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“Can you feel this?”

“No.”

“You’re sure? It doesn’t hurt?”

Cleo sighs, something angry—something resigned in their tone. “No, Joe. Nothing.”

They aren’t right. They aren’t right, and it’s all your fault.

Cleo’s older than you, but she isn’t, but she is. She always knows right, and you should’ve listened to her because that’s what she likes.

You shouldn’t have made her eat the apple.

You shouldn’t have made her help you, all the way back when she was so young.

But in the intervening years, Cleo’s become the best friend you’ve ever had, and you just can’t make yourself let go of them.

You’re a loner, as far as the Summer Court goes—even among the most benevolent of fae, humans are rarely more than a cute lower lifeform—and an outcast among the Winter Court, but you haven't cared much about that in years.

They called you unnatural. Wrong. More human than fae.

You aren't. You're far too fae for the humans.

You can pinpoint where this all started. When the human child came to help you, and you shapeshifted to match her age. Which isn't to say you were an adult at that time, but you weren't a youngling, either. It had been . . . easier, to appeal to the child.

After that, it had been fun. Your family is solitary—and most of your family are Winters, anyhow, so you tend to be the only one hanging around in the summer—and it had become routine to play with the child. You told yourself, at first, that it was a favor in return for setting you free.

It was really just friendship.

You don’t know if Cleo will ever believe that again. Will they ever realize that they mean more to you than anyone or anything that you’ve ever met? That you’ve sacrificed every bit of social standing you might have had, just to keep their friendship?

But you lost them.

You lost them when they trusted you, you lost them in that awful labyrinth—some other creature had set it up, a strong Summer nymph, one that has always sneered at you during feasts—and you lost yourself there, too, and it took too many days to find them.

Long enough that Cleo’s clothes were rotting, her ribs stark through holes in her shirt, her feet bloodied and dirty, shoes entirely gone.

She was essentially dead. She should have been dead.

They must have drunk something. They must have found a stream of sorts along the way and drunk without even thinking of the implications, without doing anything to test the water.

She had long stopped carrying charms against the fae, after all.

It was the only option. Didn’t they see? You had to give her the apple. Held beyond death as she was, it was easy to sway the hold of the magic on her, let it give way to your magic.

The problem now is that Cleo is firmly, unshakably in the fae realm—and they still aren’t quite alive.

They don’t have a heartbeat anymore, even though she moves like she always has. She can run, and jump, and her fingers haven’t lost any of their sculptor’s dexterity. Their mind is still theirs, sharper than ever.

She doesn’t feel pain, though. You keep touching, anxiously, the sores that don’t seem to fade from their body, and they don’t react any further than to raise an irritated eyebrow.

Her skin is taken with the greyish pallor of death, her eyes dull and shadowed. Their fingernails are black, mold creeping under them. It was cruel of the nymph to keep them alive, crueler still that you now hold the power sustaining them.

“How long were we in there?” Cleo asks eventually, and you almost breathe a sigh of relief at a question you can most certainly answer.

“A month,” you say. Cleo slumps—but their voice is more cheerful than you expect.

“Cool. Means that my friends and family are still alive, I guess.”

“Do you want to go back to them?” you offer, your hind legs shifting halfway to horse legs at the thought.

“I . . . can I?”

You hesitate. “You can visit,” you say eventually. The way you do.

Cleo nods. “But I’m a part of . . . here, now.”

“I am so sorry, Cleo—I tried, I really—”

“I know,” Cleo cuts you off, her voice sounding more tired than ever. “You explained. Without any of your haikus or anything.”

You’d been as straightforward as possible. You didn’t want her to think that you might have been trying to hide something.

“Will I always be—?”

Cleo picks at their skin and it flakes away, grey flakes taking to the air.

You nod.

“I have some stuff going to keep you whole,” you say. “But you’re free to do what you want. I don’t—I don’t control you.”

“What am I?”

You click your tongue, contemplating. “You’re Cleo,” you say, first and foremost. “I mean, you aren’t necessarily fae, even if you’re on your way to becoming one. If I could make a humble suggestion, I’d say that you’ve got the potential to be a banshee. You aren’t, not yet.”

“But I’m not human.”

“. . . No.”

She gestures to herself. “Will I always be like this?”

“It’s more . . . metaphorical-like, you know? This is a transition stage. You aren’t . . . human, anymore. You aren’t fae. But your human skin is shedding, you might say.”

“Rotting.”

Cleo sniffs, turns away fully—but not before you catch the glimmer of a tear in their eye. You would give anything to be able to wipe it away.

Rotting.

She isn’t wrong. Cleo the human died in the labyrinth.

Rot, however, is a kind of life. Cleo might not see it yet, but you know they will. One day, they’ll find beauty in death and rebirth.

You hope they’ll forgive you by then.

You know you don’t deserve it.

[boypussydilf]

*taps mic* transfem egg hank venture. *walks off stage*

[eyesoncoffee]

the hills have eyes not the creepy kind

they watched a kid with dreams too big for the little town he called home

he'd sit on the highest peak and whisper his hopes nothing but stones echoing it all

the hills listened in their quiet way he hoped do you know the comfort of being heard?

seasons changed i grew my dreams took flight to cities far.

but the hills remained oh, where would they go? i'd speak too little of them.

But the day I returned my heart bruised my dreams heavy

i climbed the hill and sat once more I didn't speak. I just cried.

and the hills they watched with eyes that knew sometimes coming home is the bravest thing you can do

[cinemaocd]

Not only would a solar electric powered car be sustainable in the mad max universe, the extra traction from an electric engine would make it uncatchable in the desert...

[sabrinasfadingmoon]

todays the day for asking questions apparently

[karshmallow]

replaying inquisition and i actually think the caer oswin in cassandras personal quest is one of the most beautiful areas in all of inquisition... i remember standing outside the doors of the castle taking screenshots of my inquisitors in the sunlight... its such a shame youre only there a brief moment 😭

[gophergal]

*cries* everything is so expensive

[iwaasfairy]

fairy i hope ur well i look forward to when u post :3 i wanted to ask !!! what are some of your favorite kinks (besides the obvious hehe :p) like…. if you were to write a fic that was like ur magnum opus what are some things u would include in that fic? for me i really like your fics that have elements of horror bc i think erotica and horror play off each other soooo well, and some of my favorite fics you’ve written have horror elements! ur so talented at writing that kind of stuff. alsoooo what are some things you haven’t written before that you would love to write? :3 <3

OH OH oh!! Good question! Also thank yOUUUU You’re so sWEET! \(❛◡❛ॣॣ/) I wouldn’t say that there’s much now that I absolutely haven’t touched yet kink wise so ,,, like I feel like I’ve gotten my grubby mitts on a lot of kinks and topics that I’ve wanted to write before in some measure but there’s definitely concepts or kinks that I’d love to do more of!

So if i were to write THE fairy core fic,, I think it would have some cest (I gotta,, I’m a one trick pony), noncon, probably threesome or moresome, gore and horror elements, blood, hard dom or brat tamer or like,,, antagonistic dirty talk, spit, big size difference, choking/gagging, public or voyeurism and darcyphilia?? ye! something like that

But thank yoUUU I’m so hAPPY TO HEAR THAT !! I really like writing horror adjacent fics and I feel like I am usually happy with them long after I finish them so yea that makes me very very happy! (〃∀〃；) Some of my favorite fics have been the serial killer ones because I feel like it’s expected I go a bit buckwild in those and it’s really fun! Also the Megumi one I really liked a lot for the same reason ♡♡ thank you so much you’re so so kind!!!

HmMMM I feel like some things I haven’t written is because I’m not really into it, like scat or feet or fem!dom,, but other stuff i haven’t written is probably because I don’t usually have a list of kinks in front of me to look at so nothing’s coming to mind :/ I’m sure there are some though!!

[foursaints]

good for you and your alveoli!! the November Cigarette Break is a tempting mistress, but she is the ENEMY!!! i'm still a pathetic simp for her despite the fact that she steals my money and treats me the way my dad used to. doesn't ever put anything towards rent, either. best to keep your distance and gaze longingly at the two line cooks smoking a fag, hips propped up against a leaf-strewn dumpster while the wind kisses their cheeks pink. at least your healthy lungs could carry you to victory in a footrace

first of all i’m so obsessed with the way you phrased this. i can’t get over you… like the ghost of a beat poet in my askbox

[pynkhues]

https://www.tumblr.com/pynkhues/766748848331898880/growing-up-in-a-cattle-station-family-in-rural?source=share

This is kind of blowing my mind--I'm American and we are obviously a very big country, but I'm trying to imagine anyone having so much land (or just so much land being available anywhere) that they would have to drive four hours even to reach the edge of their own property

Yeah, I mean!! Australia's a big country, and - globally speaking - no one lives here, lol. I can't articulate to you how small some towns in rural/remote Australia are, despite the country's size, but mm, okay, I'll try, haha:

When I did that particular tour of rural Queensland [I live in Melbourne, Victoria, but 'm from Brisbane originally, which is the capital city of Queensland], it was a part of a creative project funded by the state archive to build a food memory of Q, and a part of that was taking celebrity chefs to remote parts of the state to help people write about passed-down family recipes. It was genuinely one of the most fun jobs I ever had, and I met so many interesting people, and I think about it all the time, haha.

In that, we flew into Mount Isa, which is a mining town, and then just - - drove! For hours! And the landscape just alternates between this:

And this:

(Both of these are literally just Mount Isa too)

It honestly is such a unique landscape, and when you're out in it truly, you don't feel like there's anyone else in the world. Like, God, half of Australia's entire population lives between Sydney and Melbourne! That's always crazy to me, especially given the breadth of the country. Jodie Foster filmed a movie here years ago and just said she couldn't believe how much of Australia was untouched, which is a lovely thing to say, but only partially true, of course.

But yeah, like, I also did a year-long freelance writing contract for the Q Department of Education about five years ago, and there are schools there which have literally six students per year level MAX. One school we were preparing child safety documents for was a prep-10 school (a lot of remote schools don't offer year 11 and 12) had eight students total in the entire school.

(Slightly off topic, but a lot of the resources I was writing there were just begging children to stop daring each other to eat kangaroo poo, because they kept getting Q Fever, so there's a little bit of trivia for you, haha).

It's why a lot of kids are still sent out to board in city schools - particularly if they intend to graduate - hence Sam going to school in Sydney doesn't surprise me at all. Again, I don't know if he was a boarder, but Cranbrook offers it and I know anecdotally farm kids tend to board (again, my mum did, and I know a lot of other people who did too), and I know Cranbrook caters to rich rural farming families.

Also just anecdotally, outside of schooling, my sister has been living regionally so when I say she's in family court, she's in a regional one, and one of the things that I hate to say surprised me given what I talk about above was that in the Readiness & Compliance Hearing where a group of us are all getting to hear each other's business, the average time to get to the closest court from remote Australia was 7 hours. So yeah.

Big country, and a very, very dispersed population.

[thisbreadbird]

is the book holes in some form an extended develoed version of sisyphus