#man this book is wild

[teartra]

“What happened to brothers sticking together?”

“We’re not kids anymore”

Uh.. Wittebanes??

[mejkosmos]

why has 2024 literally been THE summer of toxic old man yaoi i'm genuinely tweaking rn

[paintedcrows-caws]

Front row seat to Alex Hirsch's InMotion London Talk!! Aaaa!! (The high quality close up photos were taken by the wonderful @stupidlittlespirit! Who was sitting with me and had a far better camera, haha)

You can watch the full thing here, recorded by the brilliant Topaz Animation!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hn_O7CMM67A&t=137s

[tea-cat-arts]

Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will

[bookburners]

I don’t think the upperclassmen see Neil as sad and traumatized as much as they see him as a feral but deadly cat or chihuahua that they fed a couple times and is now theirs forever.

[stealingyourbones]

Watching Loki. I’m on episode 4 and I’m trying to see what the hype was about

[2isted-chocol8-art]

You will get to it, eventually. But there's no rush.

-> More Outer Wilds Art!

[pergaminaa]

Currently giggling and kicking my feet over the fact that Dorian, a mere 22 year old man, keeps calling Manon who is over 100 years old ‘witchling’. Gotta give it to him for calling her baby witch while he’s literally a mere infant in comparison

And Manon doesn’t reject it my girl is embracing the nickname because she loves Dorian THAT MUCH

[judgeitbyitscover]

The Wild Robot, story and art by Peter Brown

Little, Brown Books for Young Readers, April 2016

Here's some of the illustrations in The Wild Robot. These are from Peter Brown's blog about the process behind creating the book.

I also love this illustration, which is one of the earliest concept pieces Peter Brown did for the robot.

When robot Roz opens her eyes for the first time, she discovers that she is alone on a remote, wild island. Why is she there? Where did she come from? And, most important, how will she survive in her harsh surroundings?

Roz’s only hope is to learn from the island’s hostile animal inhabitants. When she tries to care for an orphaned gosling, the other animals finally decide to help, and the island starts to feel like home. Until one day, the robot’s mysterious past comes back to haunt her…

[butterbabyflapjack]

Just a scene from wild animals I liked where Brian opens up to you about what happened to his mother

Desperate to ignore the embarrassed heat crawling up your face, you slow past a row of different saws. The wheels of your cart dragged to a sudden halt before a vast array of chainsaws, which admittedly seem a little heavy for you to wield, seem a little much and are surely overkill, but...

Still. You’re oddly drawn to them. One hand already reaching to test the sharpness of a bright, hornet-yellow one’s row of exposed teeth.

You’re so distracted you don’t notice how Brian’s stopped his ever-incessant clever commentary.

“What do you think?” you ask, unturning, as you mull the idea of you with a chainsaw inside your head. “Too messy? Or…”

Silence, from your ever-yapping instructor. And at last you glance back at him, standing just behind you. Dark eyes trained to the blade-teeth you touch, yet as though he’s staring right through them.

As your expression becomes inquisitive, he blinks, dragged from the seeming depths that leave him lost inside his own head.

“Hm?” he asks, like he hasn’t heard you.

Your interest curiously traces what little his expression ever betrays to you. “What?” you ask of his uncharacteristic silence, though he just impassively eyes you.

“What?” he returns; innocuous, mirroring you.

Your brows furrow up at him.

“Don’t what me,” you counter. “I saw you thinking about something. And if you don’t tell me what that is, you’ll swiftly learn how annoyingly persistent I can be when my bloodhound brain grabs scent of something.”

He regards you down the length of his strong nose, seeming taller than he actually is, which is already towering. Eventually carding back his hair, dark curls tangled in his fingers with his incensed glance away. “You really are a headache, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely I am. Now tell me.”

With mild exasperation, his dusky eyes return to you. Their grief soon to fade in place of muted speculation. “I was just lost in memories. Private ones, I might add. Ones I’m guessing Dexter never told you.”

Your confusion, just like your interest, slowly rises. “What are you talking about?”

He eyes you a moment more. Unreadable. “I’m talking about our mother, Detective Nosey,” he says. Gaze assessing yours, as if searching for something there, weighing if he should tell you. And you’re not sure what he looks for, if he finds it, though eventually he continues.

“She was butchered with a chainsaw,” he says at last, far too casually. Reaching past you to drag one lengthy finger along that chainsaw’s serrated edge. His eyes gaining that faraway look again. “Right in front of us, when Dex was three and I was four. Dismembered limb by limb, as that engine echoed off the walls, along with her begging us not to look, to close our little eyes, and we were left in the mess of it. The blood of three addicts and our mother–two inches thick, by the time that engine finally stopped.” His finger slowly drags down the jagged length of the blade. “They didn’t find us huddled in that blood-damp, hellish dark for two days, and by then the only reason I cared was in protecting my brother.” He exhales a little laugh with zero humor to it. “Apparently that’s all anyone cared about. ‘Cause he was adopted by the first cop on scene, and I–decidedly–was not.”

His dark gaze turns to you, and you cannot comprehend what lie beyond its blackish surface.

“So, to answer your question,” he says, so nonchalant in your speechless horror from responding, “It’s not a bad choice. Though certainly messy.”

You can’t seem to think. The story he’s spun sinking a weight in you, dragging your stomach right through the floor. Left with not knowing what to say, blown away by the cruelty held within such an offhand confession.

“Brian, I'm…”

Your tone is raw. Quiet. And he smiles at you unhappily; hand falling loosely to his side.

“Don’t,” he cuts you off. “What’s done is done. Pitied apologies never help.”

“I know they don't,” you counter, voice stricken, and you swallow with the effort to make it more firm. “But that's… That's fucked, Brian. And… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that happened to you.”

For a moment, he merely watches you. Every line of his handsome face sculpted into place, held perfectly still.

“Are you expecting me to thank you for that?” he asks at last.

You hate how vulnerable you feel, when he’s the one confessing something so traumatic that it surely formed him. His and Dex’s extracurricular pastimes make a lot more sense now.

“No,” you say, feeling stupid, feeling childish, that you’re so unwound by such a ruthless tale, while he clearly isn't. “I just had to say it.” You meet his watchful gaze, your jawline hardening. “And if I could kill the fucks who did that to your mother, I would. I’d hunt those fuckers down. And I’m not the one who should make them pay whatever price for what was done but I’d still make them pay it.”

Some part of you’s already planning how you might, how you could–if they’re even still alive, if indeed there's more than one of them–and you’re not sure if he knows how much you mean that. If it even matters, when it probably doesn’t. But he eyes you as you eye him, in drawn-out silence. Something beyond the veil of him seeming fixed on you, keen at your edges, as if gauging your scent. Toying his curious touch across your depths; those waves with unclear surface.

Eventually, he scarcely smiles, and you cannot comprehend that little glint within his gaze.

“C’mon,” he says, taking your waist again; warm hand smooth across the small of your back and he guides you further down the aisle. “We’ll save the chainsaw for next time. I’ve something more easily controlled in mind for a first-timer like yourself.”

[bleue-flora]

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@sketchehm now that is an interesting thought…

So let’s see, if a Minecraft day is 20 minutes long and the dsmp was 933 days long then converting that to see how many Minecraft days that’d be [(933(days)x24(hours)x60(mins))/20(min)] we get 67,176 days or about 184 years. Meaning if we determined time by the Minecraft day and night cycle, the dsmp happened across a span of 184 years… lol yea that doesn’t quite work huh…

For funzies though let’s look at some other events:

L’manberg (101 days) & Techno’s imprisonment (100 days) -> around 7,200 days or almost 20 years.

Quackity visited for 83 days -> 5,976 days or over 16 years (no wonder he’s tired and bored of it lol :] )

Finally, Dream’s imprisonment (314 days) -> 22,708 days or a little over 62 years……… yikes

[mejkosmos]

my every waking hour nowadays:

[cuties-in-codices]

the madness of nebuchadnezzar

in an illustrated copy of the bible commentary "postilla super totam bibliam" by nicholas of lyra, freiburg im breisgau, c. 1393

source: Basel, Universitätsbibl., A II 5, fol. 86v

[highabovethecloudssomewhere]

Bi-Yearly Book Catalogue (2024)

Every book I’ve read the past six months and what I thought, told as briefly as I can manage.

One Star Books:

Loveless by Alice Oseman

I understand that this book was helpful for a lot of people. It was the opposite of helpful for me.

The Midnight Library by Matt Haig

My gripes with this can be whittled down into: this writer does not understand depression but really, really wants to cure it. Also, if you do decide to give this book a try, please mind the subject material. It really, really isn’t for everyone.

Two Star Books:

N/A

Three Star Books:

A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman

A simple book about an old man learning to want to live again. Where ‘The Midnight Library’ failed for me, this one succeeded. If you plan to read this one, be mindful of the content warnings. It also isn’t for everyone.

Lily and the Octopus by Steven Rowely

It’s about a dog who has cancer. I think that says it all. There were parts of this book I really liked and parts I really didn’t like. It lost me halfway through and I stopped caring about the stakes, which is really upsetting when the stakes are a dog. But the good parts are really, really good. Just be mindful of the premise going into it.

In the Lives of Puppets by TJ Klune

I liked the character work, loved the world building and on a technical level the writing was well-done. My gripes have to do with the story’s internal contradictions and how the only character traits I can think of for the main character are “asexual” and “inventor,” neither of which are explored properly (emphasis on asexual here). I didn’t like that despite being 21, the main character was narratively treated like a child, often involving his sexuality. I had to google how old he was multiple times because I couldn’t believe he wasn’t in his mid-teens given how he reacted to the story and how the story treated him. Loved the writing on a technical level, though, and I do plan to read more from this author.

Four Star Books:

Legends and Lattes by Travis Baldree

A COFFEE shop AU? In MY high fantasy? If you like DnD, low-stakes high-fantasy and fun character work, give this one a read. It’s very cozy.

A Psalm for the Wild-Built by Becky Chambers

It’s a book about a nonbinary tea monk and a robot who lives in the mountains. Slow-paced with good vibes and great world building. I read it in an evening and came away from it feeling warm.

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Achilles and Patroclus’ relationship breaks my heart again. This was incredibly well-written and appropriately devastating. I just wanted them to be happy.

Countdown to Countdown by Kong Xiao Tong (graphic novel)

I bought a physical copy of this because I’ve always loved the artist’s work and wanted to support, and I enjoyed it a LOT. Beautiful art, fantastic characters. I know not everyone can avoid a physical copy, but the webcomic is available to read for free online and I highly recommend giving it a try.

Our Dining Table by Ori Mita (manga)

Learning to enjoy mealtime with loved ones again after childhood trauma? Y’all. It’s a single-volume manga and it’s well worth your time.

Five Star Books:

Beartown by Fredrik Backman

This was the most devastating book I’ve ever read. If you are interested in reading it: find a list of content warnings first. I went in blind. It is hauntingly real and the author handled the material so, so well. I can’t recommend this book without that caveat. But it’s one of the best-written books I’ve read.

The Saturday Night Ghost Club by Craig Davidson

This book is about a man looking back on his life as a boy - the friends he made and the misadventurous ghost-hunts his uncle dragged them into. It’s just the right amount of campy with fun characters and a brilliant use of prose. If you’re a less experienced reader and want a book that is easily digestible while also being extraordinarily well-written, I’d recommend this book in a heartbeat, and it’s every bit as entertaining for more advanced readers.

What you are looking for is in the library by Aoyama Michiko

Five stories about five people, all in different stages of life, and their unique experiences with the same librarian and the same library. Individually, each character in each story has their unsatisfying lives changed in an unexpectedly simple way, thanks to the library. There’s nothing wild about this book, but it is wildly impactful. The library is for everyone!

Tress of the Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson

Heroine travels the treacherous seas to save the man she loves. It’s a book about perspectives and joy and making unlikely friends, breaking curses through clever means and never, ever giving up. It has all the whimsy of a classic fairytale, yet not once could I predict how it was going to end. It’s fast-paced and hard to put down. The world is intriguing and the characters are wonderful.

This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

This book is utterly mind-bending and I loved it. Two time-travelers chase each other through reality on opposing sides of the Time War and gradually fall in love. It’s great. The biggest complaint I see leveled at this book comes from less experienced readers who struggle to follow the narrative - and I do agree, if you’re just getting into reading for fun this might be a book to save for later. But don’t let me stop you. I loved this book.

Conclusion:

Reading is great. Libraries are your friend. I always love book recommendations and I’m on GoodReads as BeyondTheClouds777, predictably. If any of y’all take a stab at these books (or have taken stabs in the past), I’d love to hear your thoughts! I’m back in my bookworm era and thriving.

[practicedvmm13fullofpotatoes]

All of sfth's improvized plays described by someone with bad/selective memory (but remembers 90% of the lines they make up) pt. 3

11) Inside the Mysterious Cube

Gay cowboys gay cowboys gay cowboys!! Also, coob legs for both the wife and Bubba!! Why did the wife of the president want coob legs? Honestly, I don't think she knows why either

12) BUS

Something something Magnum O. Puss that's the only thing I can remember at the moment and kind of the only thing that matters. ALSO, BIG DICK 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 (and big vagina 1, 2, 3)

13) All Eyes on Nigel

Who's the king? Nigel. It's him. That's all you need to know

14) No! I Always Loved That Caravan!

"Welcome to Caravan Hutch! Where we buy your caravans :) Come on in! Sell all the caravans you have" "Splendid, do you have it on you?" "Up north? :0" "Yess, our fingers stretch very faar, very faar don't they. Would you be able to drive?" "YEES! Very good at driving, I am, a full set of hands!" "This is Fullset OfHands, he's more than willing to drive!" "Fullset O'Hands! Pleasure to make your acquaintance, hahahahahaaaah!" "Please to make your acquaintance! Yes!" "Mmm. Hhmhmm" "Do you guys like art?" "Aaaaah.." "Is that a yes or a no?" *looks at eachother* "Mmmm.." "Five grand what? GRANDFATHER CLOCKS?! "No, like five thousand, five thousand pounds" "Five thousand WHAT?!" "Pounds" "Oh, I didn't hear!" "(words words) I've got the new Tilimothée Chalamet in it (words words)" *walks towards him * "What do you guys think?" "..I wasn't listening, were you?" "He wants to put our name in the credits.. He thinks we need help.." "For four-five grand, like sponsorship sorta thing" "For four-five grand?" "Four-four-five grand??" "For fourty-five grand?! (Four hundred and forty-five?!)" "No! You give me five grand" "Yes?" "I'll give you a caravan (yes) and I'll put your name in the credits of the film" "Credits of what film?" "The new like, arthouse film (words words)" "Hmm.. A film in our house.." "I've always--" "We're not filming it in your house--" "WAIT!" "I've always wanted to be captured.." *spotlight* "Ah! You have such a pretty face!" "Yeees.. Ever since I got this face I've wanted it on film. It's so recent.. My love slash brother" "*Insert Tom & Luke noises*" "You don't have catering? There's no roles (rolls?) in the film?" "Ouh.." "Ugh!" "We're hungry! D:" "We need to eat! D:" "So hungry! D:" "What do you say? We're quite extra.." "I would love to be back in the ground, mhmhmhmmahahhaahaah.." "We'll do it" "Yes!" "Lots O'Hands!" "Caravan Hutch!" "Hutch!" "Here's the money.." "Are you wearing a bra?" "That's the money, I'm just itchy" (few scenes later) "I resent the description of me as creepy, hahahahaaa--" "You're meant to be going up north!" "I'm on my waay!"

15) Wild, Wet & Worrisome

"HEY! HEY!". I think they're Australian. Also, sirens and a forbidden love story? Hell yeah!!

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[fromtheseventhhell]

"Sansa = Ned 2.0 and Arya = Catelyn 2.0" is one of those takes where you can just tell people are more attached to the aesthetic than anything. "The Stark girls are most like the parent they look least like" sounds good on paper and people run with the idea, regardless of how it actually fits into the story. A majority of the justification relies on misinterpreting all of their characters + a healthy dose of fanon. What gets me is that this is the same fandom that insists that Lyanna, only compared to Arya in the text, is equal parts Arya and Sansa but Ned and Catelyn, two fully fleshed-out and complex characters, have to be more like one girl or the other? There's just nothing in the story to justify being so adamant about these comparisons. Arya and Sansa have parallels with both of their parents but at the end of the day, they are unique characters with their own stories. I'll never understand why people want to flatten these complex characters down to their most basic tropes and fit them into restrictive boxes just for a "poetical~" comparison.