#singing trees

[thedenofravenpuff]

Was perfect weather today to finally put the winter boots away and put on my fine shoes! And go by the locale park and Singing Trees to enjoy the vibes!

[whats-in-a-sentence]

It swayed in the winter wind, singing soft music as it spread its limbs to shelter Lorac's grave from the winter's darkness, waiting for spring.

"DragonLance Chronicles: Dragons of Winter Night" - Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman

[lackadaisycal-art]

Once upon a time...

[hyunpic]

omg this diva…

[l3monivy]

[neil-gaiman]

The whole of The Singing Ringing Tree is on YouTube. One day it will go away. I would be a bad person if I did not put up a link now and encourage all of you to watch it. I promise that you will either thank me or spend decades trying to recover.

[sugerbatz]

sigma drawings 🦕

[rusannadoll]

hello mr. lyrebird!!

[cerubean]

cozy winterfest morning ~

[ecoharbor]

📍Lake Bled, Bled Island, Slovenia 🇸🇮

[adventuresofalgy]

The following morning was a wee bit lighter, and at times a watery November sun managed to squeeze through the clouds for a few brief moments, before it decided that it really wasn't worth such an enormous effort in the wild west Highlands of Scotland at this time of year, and retreated to those more favoured lands where there were fewer clouds to obstruct its rays.

But carpe diem is one of the core mottoes of any truly fluffy bird, so at the first bright opportunity Algy paused in his flight to perch on a convenient branch and sing with gusto, as any self-respecting bird might do when warmed by a sudden burst of autumn sunshine on an otherwise dark and dreary day:

Dark eyes, flaming eyes They implore me into faraway lands Where love reigns, where peace reigns Where there is no suffering, where war is forbidden

[Algy is singing the well-known Russian song Dark Eyes (Очи чёрные), a song first published in the late 19th century which has been hugely popular over the years and performed in countless different versions, with several different lyrics. Like the great baritone Dmitri Hvorostovsky in his impassioned version below, Algy is singing the lyrics written by Feodor Chaliapin.]

[windsweptinred]

Town: So tell us about your sculpture idea.

Artist: Well it will sound like the mournful cries of damned souls. The horrific call of a lovecraftian abomination. Walkers on the moors will hear it and sh*t themselves. All will listen to it's tune and despair...And you could always put a twee little picnic bench next to it.

Town: Sold!

(The Singing Ringing Tree by Mike Tonkin and Anna Liu. Burnley, Lancashire)

[iliothermia]

Making a piece to this song right now..

[mybodyfails]

han ig update - love yourself by justin bieber

[theboxfort]

Death Pact hangout

[ghost-bxrd]

Fae dick will break the joker after Ethiopia.

Heck yeah.

Fae? Or any other creature? They’re vindictive. Vindictive to a fault. And loyal. They don’t give away their love easily. Yeah, they can feel fond of things. Even like them. But love? Familial or otherwise? That’s sacred to them. More so to Dick, who already had to suffer losing his family once. So this? Yeah, he’s not having it.

But oh, if you think Joker’s just gonna get killed off then you’re so, so wrong. There are so many other ways, better ways, to make a human suffer. Worse things than death. Worse things than any kind of torture humans could come up with.

Dick makes Joker pay. Every second Jason had to spend with that madman is amplified tenfold, stretched into eternity. Dick traps him in a nightmare he will never wake up from. By the time he’s done with Joker, there won’t be an ounce of that monster left inside that sick little brain. There won’t be anything left of the joker.

By the time Dick allows the creatures to eat Joker alive, the man’s been begging for death for what translate to several centuries to the human mind.