#early sunday morning

[arinewman7]

Early Sunday Morning

Edward Hopper

oil on canvas, 1930

[misscromwellsmonocle]

Early Sunday Morning (1930) by Edward Hopper

[z428]

Und wieder Dämmerung, Frost und verschiedene Arten von Nebel. Unterbewusst der Schlag von Kirchglocken, die Kinder der Nachbarhäuser sind längst wach, während ihre Eltern noch Schlaf und Traum vortäuschen. Weit vor dem ersten Kaffee, Erinnerungen nachhängend, Pläne schmiedend auf Probe und doch sehr genau um die eigenen Möglichkeiten, Grenzen, Kräfte wissend. Aber der Vorsatz schadet wohl nicht. Habt es mild heute.

#outerworld #early sunday morning #the waking city

[quo-usque-tandem]

Early Sunday Morning by Edward Hopper

[forislynx]

Universum färdas inkognito i natt.

Niklas Rådström, Då, när jag var poet (ur dikten Early Sunday morning)

[deathgasmic]

[jenny-94]

Guten morge

Sonntag chill outfit🙈 frisch aus dem bett erstmal kaffee machen😂😍

Good morning

Sunday chill outfit🙈 fresh out of bed, make coffee first😂😍

[seaofthemind]

I’ve been hovering on the edge of the Batman fandom since late 2020/early 2021, but it’s only in the last year that I’ve really fallen into it. As a British Millennial one thing that occasionally bugs me is the attitude towards Dick’s name. Primarily in fan fiction, but also occasionally in discourse.

I make a note of British as this definitely one of those cultural differences between UK and USA…

Dick is a normal name/nickname! Yes, it has gone out of fashion in the last couple of decades (influence of Americanisation?) but it is still around.

I remember two people with the name Dick growing up. Not my generation, admittedly. One was my parents’ age and one was my grandparents’ age. But the older one was a close family friend who we would see all the time. (I do think there was a Dick in first school with me, but I might be misremembering so I’m not technically counting it).

I was also an avid reader as a kid and read a lot of popular British children’s books. Off the top of my head the characters I can remember with the name Dick? Dick Bettany (Chalet School), Dick Callum (Arthur Ransome Books) and Dick (Famous Five). I’m sure there was more. Needless to say this name was still relatively normalised for British kids in the 90s-00s even if it was going out of fashion as an actual name.

I feel like it is a very recent (hello, American internet) thing that the name has become so improper/awkward. Not helped by modern filtering which will recognise it as only a “bad” word.

Anyway, to bring this to a point - in fan fiction it always seems to be “Parents didn’t speak English/didn’t know what it meant”, which is a reason but always feels way overused as a excuse (and where does the idea that his parents’ don’t speak English come from? Have I just missed this in the comics somewhere?).

There are many other reasons for Dick to have the name he does without it getting put down to a “language barrier”: Why not just that they were in a more culturally diverse community and the British nickname was acceptable (especially as much of Europe tends to lean more to British English than American English)? Why not be because a relative/friend also was called that and he was called after them? That his parents liked a book/media character with that name? That “Dickie” as a young child’s nickname is cute but that his parents assumed he would grow out of it as he grew up - but he never did because they died and that’s what they called him? Just that this is what his parents called him and it doesn’t need excuses?

Also Alfred? Would recognise it as a potentially awkward name for modern times but he isn’t going to find anything wrong with it as a name or have problems with using it (other than the politeness of using a nickname vs full first name). With his age & background he probably has known plenty of people in his life that have used it.

In short: let Dick have his name (without that undertone of him apologising for his parents not understanding).

[tcustodisart]

God works hard but Faust works harder.

[apoemaday]

It's Sunday Morning in Early November

by Philip Schultz

and there are a lot of leaves already. I could rake and get a head start. The boy’s summer toys need to be put in the basement. I could clean it out or fix the broken storm window. When Eli gets home from Sunday school, I could take him fishing. I don’t fish but I could learn to. I could show him how much fun it is. We don’t do as much as we used to do. And my wife, there’s so much I haven’t told her lately, about how quickly my soul is aging, how it feels like a basement I keep filling with everything I’m tired of surviving. I could take a walk with my wife and try to explain the ghosts I can’t stop speaking to. Or I could read all those books piling up about the beginning of the end of understanding… Meanwhile, it’s such a beautiful morning, the changing colors, the hypnotic light. I could sit by the window watching the leaves, which seem to know exactly how to fall from one moment to the next. Or I could lose everything and have to begin over again.

[onthewaytosomewhere]

oh oh oh - thanks @typicalopposite for the early tag 💚

so first since this snip will have no smut - which feels a lil weird for me i posted a fic on friday that does if ur interested in a lil pip had alex first firstprince fic - gonna need you to tell me what you want to happen here

okay peeps it's time - today will be the first day of this lil fic (48k-ish) i wrote and will be posting throughout the month - it's gonna be a "baker's dozen 12 days of winter/holiday" thing - so 13 days lolz

here's a snip from the first chapter (under a cut with some tags cuz well it's longer than i thought and i don't wanna pick another snip lolz) OPEN TAG TO ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO PLAY ALONG

On his bed, Nora lounges like a queen surveying her domain. She’s lying on her stomach, one leg lazily kicking in the air, her other hand clutching a burrito the size of her head. The remnants of her lunch are scattered on the nightstand—a crumpled foil wrapper, a soda can tipped precariously, and a few stray tortilla chips that she occasionally crunches between her teeth. With her free hand, Nora rifles through a pile of Alex’s belongings next to her, occasionally plucking an item and tossing it into his suitcase without so much as a glance. A bottle of holiday-flavored lube arcs through the air, landing in the chaos with a soft thud. It’s swiftly followed by a couple of brightly colored dildos, one of which bounces off the edge and rolls onto the carpet. Alex freezes mid-step, his hand clutching a stack of folded shirts. He raises an eyebrow, his tone caught somewhere between incredulous amusement and sheer exasperation. “Really?” “What?” Nora doesn’t even bother looking up, taking another indulgent bite of her burrito. “You never know what kind of emergencies you might face, dude.” Alex closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out a long, steadying breath before setting the shirts on a nearby chair. “This is a legitimate acting gig, Nora. Not that kind of movie.” “Still,” she says, her voice laced with mischief as she finally looks up, her hand now brandishing one of his neon dildos like it’s a trophy, “better safe than sorry. Besides, you still need to make some content for your Presidential Boudoir account; you don’t want to leave your plethora of subscribers in the lurch.”

okay tag ur it (in a no-pressure all that jazz way) @adreamareads @basil-bird @bitbybitwrites @blueeyedgrlwrites @cactusdragon517

@stnichols @caterpills @cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @dragonflylady77

@dreamtigress @emmalostinwonderland @england-would-fall @eusuntgratie @everwitch-magiks

@firenati0n @firstprincehornyramblings @firstsprinces @forever-fixating @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

@iboatedhere @inexplicablymine @jmagnabo92 @judasofsuburbia @kiwiana-writes

@lizzie-bennetdarcy @mikibwrites @myheartalivewrites @ninzied @nocoastposts

@orchidscript @piratefalls @porcelainmortal @priincebutt @royal-chandler

@seths-rogens @softboynick @sophie1973 @sparklepocalypse @stellarmeadow

@stratocumulusperlucidus @suseagull5914 @tailsbeth-writes @thedramasummer @thinkof-england

@thesleepyskipper @thighzp @tinyarmedtrex @zwiazdziarka

SOME DAY I WILL DO ONE OF THESE W/O SO MUCH RAMBLING AND WITH SNIPS ACTUALLY 6-7 SENTENCES BUT TODAY IS NOT THAT DAY 💚💚

[more-than-ideas]

early morning

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Ernest Biéler (Swiss, 1863-1948) Dimanche matin, 1911

[z428]

Sehr viel später, oder früher: Noch einmal mit den Gespenstern tanzen, bevor sie sich zur Ruhe legen. Katze beobachten, die am offenen Fenster sitzt, Morgenluft im glatten Fell, und ihrerseits reglos die erwachenden Höfe mustert. Nachhall vergangener Stunden ausklingen lassen zusammen mit jenen Träumen, auf die man verzichten kann. Ordnung schaffen vor dem ersten Kaffee. Habt es mild heute.

#outerworld #concrete city #waking to the day #early sunday morning

[ranticore]

writing a scene where mister bow man, at his big age of 31, finally learns what foreplay is. god bless him he got there eventually

[forislynx]

Människan är en dröm bara, öppen eller stängd, på glänt eller tillskjuten, ett fönster genom vilket ljuset från världen kan strila in, utan att helt förgripa sig på mörkret därinne.

Niklas Rådström, Då, när jag var poet (ur dikten Early Sunday morning)