#new winding road

[andrewdi8]

Tuesday

Tuesday – a new day on the way, Chasing sleep, the light does shine. Always forward, come what may, Waiting for the win that's mine!

A winding road leading into the mountains, symbolizing the journey forward. The tall fir trees create a sense of calm, while the morning light fills the scene with hope.

This photo inspired and motivated me to keep moving forward!

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[onceuponawildflower]

[kilowogcore]

I'm really excited, poozers! Cuz every time Batman shows up in a Tom Taylor book he's written incredibly well, an' Tom Taylor announced yesterday that he's gonna be the next Detective Comics writer after Ram V!

Detective Comics may be poised ta' become my favorite book, which given my feelins on Batman is quite a thing!

(Art sampled from "Nightwing" Vol. 4 #116 by Tom Taylor, Bruno Redondo, Adriano Lucas, Wes Abbott, Jessica Berbey, and Rob Levin. Edits: Caption added.)

[kvothes]

i honestly was not expecting to be as affected as i was by the presence of kvothe in the narrow road. even though he’s hardly there and is very pointedly never named, neither as kvothe or kote. but ohhh my god my special boy i’m chin in hands kicking my feet like hiii

[p-ai-nterly]

New England winding road

[mer-se]

at golden/blue hour the other day 🌕🍂

[landwriter]

dear diary i had a marvelous birthday roadtrip wherein i

had a terrible sinus infection

drove eight hours then waited for a boat for four then saw my best friend’s new place for the first time four hours after that and immediately fell asleep in her bed

hiked for three days (trees trees trees) and swam in a glacial lake

sauna’d

got surprised by a delicious cake while topless (see above)

identified a DOZEN plants for the first time from the trip (and ate so many berries)

bought a great deal of pottery and a nice linen dress

surprised family with a visit <3

saw juvenile barn swallows (v silly beaks)

had old silverware fobbed off on me and decoded the makers marks to learn i have 208-year-old teaspoons! thanks ancestors

drove 1735 kms

got to come back and see home with the fresh peepers you only get when you’ve gone away for a little bit

[prismatoxic]

congrats on writing the fic that made a man text his (sort of estranged) dad. fr your portrayal of every single dynamic is so flawless and considerate. nobel prize.

THAT ACTUALLY DOES FEEL LIKE AN ACCOMPLISHMENT... i hope it goes well anon!!!

there's a lot to be said about people who did the wrong things but feel genuine remorse and want to get better, i think. i've been there (though not in a parent sense), and it's also what happened with my mom after i moved out, so i guess i kind of know how it is from both angles. on top of, you know, just writing what i know of who chilchuck is as a person (and assuming a lot of things about meijack and the others, lmao...)

[singeratlarge]

MONDAY MATINEE MUSIC VIDEO  “Turn Your Back On the Wind” by The Fourmyula  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuX_5thg3m0 Winding back to 1969-70, Chris Andrews was working with The Fourmyula, a band from New Zealand who’d been recording at Abbey Road next door to The Beatles—musically simpatico with The Fourmyula’s harmony-driven psychedelic pop that became heavier as the band progressed. In 1968 they’d had a string of hits unmatched by any other band from NZ. Back then, NZ bands relied on doing covers of overseas songs, but The Fourmyula insisted on recording their own material. Their song “Nature,” composed by pianist/guitarist Wayne Mason, became a #1 international hit, won several awards, and went on to be covered by numerous artists over the years. It can be said they set the stage for later NZ successes like Crowded House, Neil Finn, and Split Enz.  “Turn Your Back On the Wind” was the title song of a Fourmyula album produced by Chris. In 1971 the band broke up and went home (excepting drummer Chris Parry stayed in the UK, went into A&R and production, and later launched The Cure and The Jam). Meanwhile, as musical heroes in their homeland, The Fourmyula reformed with Mason in 2010 on the heels of a CD box set celebrating their excellent recordings. “Turn Your Back on the Wind” is still getting plays. On a cosmic jukebox it plays between early Bee Gees and Marmalade... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuX_5thg3m0

#fourmyula #newzealand #abbeyroad #beatles #chrisandrews #crowdedhouse #neilfinn #timfinn #splitenz #chrisparry #thecure #thejam #wind #singersongwriter #psychedelicpop #folkrock

[cliff-and-the-kid]

It's almost bedtime, and that means going through the evening checklist:

-Door, locked -Curtains, down and secured -Phone on vibrate, plugged in and charging -Recording of Cliffjumper's engine set to play at a low volume

Everything settled, Sierra climbs into bed and wedges herself into the corner up against both walls, a line of pillows between her and the rest of the room. She's got both an old quilt of her grandmother's and a new weighted blanket to curl up underneath, plus an old embroidered throw pillow that used to belong to her mom to wrap her arms around.

Oh, and company.

It takes a minute for the usual soft thump, but then Dwarf Star comes delicately padding his way into her nest, purring even before he lays down in a sprawl against Sierra's back. She smiles into the darkness, and closes her eyes to try and get some sleep.

[normalsproutanon]

so we’re having this pretty big storm rn and the wifi just went out ahdhfnkdkdjxn

[strawberry-cowmilk]

the wind was so intense today I got blown away and fell into a tree (I was fine) and I was like hehe nature you can't get me

nature got me one minute later by blowing my glasses onto the stone tiles of the sidewalk

[argiopi]

got the cops called on me for the most hilariously sensible reason last night

So i have a new industrial piercing (my first piercing..! i love it •w•), and it got infected because of course it did, it's a cartilage piercing and i live outside. Context i've been living in my car for the past few weeks, which has been pretty good but one of the tradeoffs is i do not have a bathroom. The piercer told me if the piercing got infected I could soak it in saltwater, so i needed a source of 1. salt, 2. water that is warm or at least not the below-freezing ambient temperature i currently exist in.

Gas stations have both these things. (I have yet to purchase salt for my occasional propane stove cooking). Only problem is it was past midnight in a rural area, so I didn't find a 24 hour convenience store until around 100 miles into my route for the evening.

At 3 AM local time the store was inhabited by just One stern-looking employee who was mopping the floor. My grungy ass walks in carrying a small collapsible bowl and immediately begins casing the place like the world's shittiest thief, looking for those little free salt packets. I looked around the (empty, no hot food at 3 AM) hot dog stand and saw only wet condiments so i circled back around to the grocery section in case they were selling salt shakers I could buy. No luck so i desperately returned to the hot dog counter in case I missed the salt, and noticed a cabinet labeled CONDIMENTS below the dog cooker, which did conceal salt packets. I stuffed a handful of them in my pocket and hoped the mopping woman wouldn't ask, then pivoted to the bathroom where I locked myself for the next fifteen minutes.

I filled my bowl with hot water which was actually cool water but at least it wasn't frigid, and mixed salt into it and held it to my ear. After a few minutes the staff, who had been understandably watching me from around corners the entire time I was searching for salt, knocked on the door. I replied "hello?" and she didn't respond, so I assumed she was just checking if anyone was in there before she tried entering to continue mopping. I finished cleaning my sad little ear and bought a bag of yogurt pretzels as a gesture of good will because I felt bad for taking her salt and taking too much time in the bathroom when she needed to clean.

Enter The Pig. I had returned to my car and grabbed my first aid kit to apply antiobiotic ointment, when an officer entered the store. Trepidation when he arrived since I knew I was being a freak, but then i thought he was just doing his own shopping, then he came back out and approached my vehicle.

Rolled down my window and he asks what was going on in the bathroom. (What if i had been just taking a long shit??). So I showed him my ear and my bowl and explained, as Alertly, Calmly, and Soberly as i could after driving for multiple hours after midnight, to the face of someone who can ruin my life with a penstroke, that I was on the road and had to soak this infected piercing. Luckily it was a confused young cop who was too bewildered to inquire much further, not an old hardass who might start asking more challenging questions such as "where are you going" or "where are you staying tonight and why are you washing your ear at the gas station and not there." He clearly barely even looked at my car - asked if i was a local when my license plate is from two timezones away - and let me go without even collecting my information.

That was the sixth time that police have confronted me for acting outside social norms. The first time was because I was plucking an invasive plant species from the side of the road and he thought I was falling when I walked up & down the slope. The second time I was walking home alone at night, and maybe someone called because I had a backpack on and they thought I was trying to rob a house. I was just walking home from the train. The third time I had been biking home in the dark without a headlight, and i fell on my face and didn't know I was bleeding until a bastard pulled up and told me someone called because they thought I got hit by a car. The fourth time was when I fell in the river last winter and i was knocking on random doors asking for directions home to minimize my risk of hypothermia, and I suppose the woman who drove me home called to send someone to make sure i was okay? The fifth time was the first time I slept in my car, which ironically was before I started serially sleeping in my car. I was falling asleep on the highway after an all-nighter so I took the next exit and took a nap in my driver's seat at the end of a random residential street before I ended up on the news, and that's how I learned suburbanites are paranoid as all hell about anything out of the ordinary because a cop knocked on my window and asked me if I was drunk (who would say yes to that question?). Now I select my sleeping sites very carefully, which is probably the most annoying thing about hashtag vanlife, but I haven't gotten The Knock again yet and sometimes when I pull into random public lands after dark I wake up to mountains I've never seen before and that fuels my soul.

Lesson learned is that if you need to snort sodium chloride in a gas station bathroom at 3 AM, just have an ear piercing and dampen the hair around it and carry a bowl around, and you've got a story that's Too Weird To Be Making Shit Up.

[acanthyme]

finally snowed for more than a dusting. went to crazy and shovelled sooooo many driveways. arms sore and i'm so cold but worthhhhhh...

[stellaluna33]

"Yep. It's just two old bachelors left." He muttered the last part softly, almost to himself.

Rory scrunched her face up in confusion. "Wait. So you have two roommates?"

Jess shifted, his eyes darting to the side before he managed to school his face into a picture of innocence. "Did I say two? 'Cause I meant one."

Rory narrowed her eyes. "No, you didn't!"

Jess sighed wearily. "Ok, so there may be one other... entity that lives in my apartment."

"Entity?! Do I need to call you an exorcist?!"

"Some might say that..." he muttered darkly.

Rory discovers that Jess is hiding a dark (and... furry?) secret. A missing scene from Chapter 11 of The Long and Winding Road.

[quietstime]

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