#the wild goose lake

[baddingtonbitch]

Hu Ge as Zhou Zenong in The Wild Goose Lake (2019)

[mydarkapron]

THE WILD GOOSE LAKE | 南方车站的聚会, 2019

Diao Yinan

[achiara]

The Wild Goose Lake (Dir. Diao Yinan, 2019)

[theberfofficial]

The Wild Goose Lake (2019)

[cappedinamber]

The Wild Goose Lake (2019)

Directed by Diao Yi'nan

Cinematography by Dong Jinsong

[icedteadrinker]

Diao Yinan is soooo big brained for this

[faggy-dog]

It's MAY! which means it's almost my birthday AND a new month of Deadlights is upon us!

This month is a lineup of Eastern noir. Movies from Korea, China, Turkey, Egypt, Japan -- some of the most beautiful work made across over seven decades. Check out Gretchen's patreon to join us for:

THE LONGEST SHADOW

[nft578snkz]

cackling goose nikon coolpix l820 (source)

[nightowl-antics]

Look at all those chickens.

[sadboygrim]

Scaup ducks

[scooby-doo-exploration]

FROM :  gerda-p

[lymphomalass]

I’ve been missing my friends on social media while helping out with palliative care and a bereavement in the older generation of our little family. But with the funeral having taken place on Monday and the widow doing much better than I feared, I’m going to try and make a little more time for the things I love to do. I actually really love my work, painting and sharing what I do here. So despite the current sadness, I’m actually very lucky!

Anyway, I’m really delighted to show you a painting I created last month. It’s of a greylag goose on the Derwentwater foreshore.

I’m not selling the original, as I used a variety of kitchen supplies and some writing pen ink: Quink ink, turmeric, pickled walnut and red cabbage vinegar, ground coffee left-overs and ground and pure sea salt from Halen Môn in Wales. It was an exercise in seeing how far people with next to no budget for art materials can get. But I just don’t know how these ingredients will stand up over time, so I’m not going to sell anyone something that might fade!

But it is available available in a mix of different types and sizes of prints, and printed on all sorts of lovely things (like accessories, apparel, homewares, gift items, etc), using commercial inks that should endure, at:

… and if you buy from them, I receive 20% of the sales price, before the shipping costs are added.

Thanks!

Sam aka LymphomaLass xx

[c-rose2081]

Sightly Mallard

Super quick sketch of a new OC, the third roommate in Harlee and Talula’s dorm.

Sightly is the only daughter of the Ugly Duckling. Unlike the original fairytale, she wasn’t ever born a swan like her parents, but a plain old duck. Due to this, she didn’t fit in at Swan Lake where her mom is permanently a swan just like Duchesses fairytale, while her dad is wild. She also has six fully swan siblings, though she doesn’t really know them as such.

Worried about her odd daughter in a very dangerous environment (swans are territorial and mean), Sightly’s mother asked their neighbors Madame Mallard and Mother Goose, to adopt her, so she wouldn’t get bullied by the other swans in the pond/her own siblings as they grew. Sightly left Swan Lake as a hatchling and moved into the Duck Pond instead, where she grew up surrounded by dozens of other duck step-siblings and had a wonderful and loving childhood with her caretakers.

Sightly still visits her mom at swan lake from time to time, but it’s rare as the birds don’t necessarily see her as part of the flock and squawk at her. Usually Sightly’s mother comes to her instead, though the other birds at the Duck Pond are always uncomfortable when she’s around.

Like Duchess, Sightly can turn into a duck at will and spends a lot of time in her animal form just for the sake of her own comfort. She doesn’t even have her own bed in the dorm, but a nesting box and a small enchanted pond. That or she sleeps on the ends of her roommates beds.

Personality wise, Sightly is very nice if not a bit of the odd-duck-out. She’s energetically passionate about the woods and is very environmentally conscious, while she’s klutzy in her human form and easily startled. When spooked, she transforms into her duck form a bit like Hopper does. She can speak normally in both forms and makes duck noises in both too, which can sometimes be a bit embarrassing. No one at ever after would call Sightly ‘ugly’, though many do consider her very plain unlike some of the other royal girls in their class.

[sadesluvr]

29/10 — POPE HEYWARD.

ft: iceplay

w/c: 1K + 18+, MINORS DNI

SADESLUVR'S KINKTOBER '24

It was hot. 

Painfully so.  

To make matters worse, you were hot and agitated; a dangerous combination in the Outer Banks. A Kook had the luxury of dipping into their pool, or a true Pogue would’ve settled for the local lake, but you were neither. 

Pope was supposed to have come back hours ago. You should’ve known that for an ask as simple as a fan would’ve sent him on a wild goose chase across the Carolina’s. 

You loved him dearly, but you were lying if you didn’t say he frustrated you. 

When he finally knocked on your door, you were positively fuming.  

“It took you a whole day to find a fucking fan? What time do you call this?” You scoffed, reluctantly stepping aside to let him in. 

“I’m sorry, baby, I know,” Pope frowned, bumbling in with the white object in his hands, placing it in your hallway before reaching out to you. “Please don’t be mad…JJ got us into some crazy goose chase and before I knew it, it was sundown.” 

“This isn’t the first time, Pope,” you continued, rolling your eyes at the mention of the blonde haired boy. “You never have time for me anymore…” 

The boys brown eyes widened in horror; almost as if the statement was blasphemous.  

“Ok, I could definitely be better at time management, but you know that’s not true,” he rambled, furrowing his brows. “You can come along with us, you know. You barely know them, and they’d love you.” 

You didn’t reply; merely scoffing before closing the door to your bedroom, with Pope following close behind. In an attempt to hug you, he placed his hands around your waist and pulled you in, only for you to push away. 

Scorned, he shook it off and crossed his arms, growing agitated at your temper. 

“Look, you need something to calm you down,” he began. “You got any ice cubes?” 

“I need more than a drink to get through this, Pope,” you said matter of fairly. “Besides, alcohol only raises body temperature.” 

“I’m not making you a drink,” he insisted. “Where you keep your ice?” 

“Back of the freezer,” you huffed. “Behind the ice cream container.” 

Pope disappeared in an instant, leaving you alone with your thoughts. In the moment, your only sense of relief was from the ceiling fan, whirling around aimlessly as it seemed to pump more hot air than anything. It wasn’t long before he returned, carrying the whole tray in his hand. 

“Ugh, Pope, it’s just going to melt —“ 

“Listen to me,” he said softly, stepping forward. “Take your clothes off and lie on the bed.” 

It wasn’t as if you were wearing many layers to begin with. Diligently, you peeled down the straps of your tank top and shimmied it down your body, leaving your torso naked. 

“Panties too…” Pope said breathily, and you chit your lip to conceal the fact that he was immediately turned on. There was always a hint of wonder in Pope’s eyes that you couldn’t help but find a turn on. 

Sliding back onto the bed, your watched him with an unwavering gaze as you slid your panties down your legs, giving him an eyeful of your bare pussy. Absentmindedly, Pope licked his lips before sitting next to you – fully clothed – pulling an ice cube from the tray and lingering it above your head. 

“This might sting a little, but you’ll feel good in no time, I promise.” He said, placing the cube on your forehead, and rubbing small circles. It tingled, but you soon breathed a sigh of relief at the sensation. As your eyes fluttered open, Pope smiled down at you, his spare hand caressing your skin as he did. 

“That feel good?” 

You hummed and bit your lip, opting to nod your head. Pope took that as a sign to continue, brushing the frozen substance down onto your lips; tracing the shape and intricate pattern. Now, they were lathered and pouty; ever so vulgar as the cold liquid began to drip down your chin and pool onto your neck and collarbone.  

“Thank God for these lips...” he whispered, earning a grin from you. “I don’t know where I’d be without them.” 

Pope still remembered the first time you gave him a blowjob. 

Next, he moved towards your breasts, circling their outline before leaning down and giving them a quick suckle with his tongue; nipples disappearing in between his plump lips. You moaned, which quickly turned into a whimper as the warm, sticky sensation was replaced with the freezing ice once more, swollen glands peppering your areolas as the liquid dripped rivulets around your chest; like a river between two mountains. 

“You like that?” Pope smirked, a gleam in his eye as you writhed under his touch. He was getting hard – in truth he had been since he’d knocked on the door – but he was more than happy to put his pleasure aside to focus on you. “I can feel your heart beating, it’s slower. Your hypothalamus must be working like crazy. What’s interesting is that --” 

“Pope, not now...” you giggled, brushing his arm with your fingertips. He was such a nerd at times. “It’s working.” 

Naturally, you thought he’d end up at your pussy; but he’d decided to work his way up your legs instead, rubbing abstract patterns like a painter to a canvas. Goosebumps littered your skin as he stroked the crevice of your knee with the cube, following the underside of your leg and making his way to your thighs, trembling and anticipating his touch. 

Your knees buckled as he made his way in between your thighs, tracing the outskirts of your bare pussy. Pope angled down to kiss you as he did, his fingers close enough to your insides that he could feel your growing wetness, and let out a soft moan as he did. Needy, you clenched as he drew on the outlines of your folds, threatening to rub the cube further into your hot core. Neither of you could tell what was wetter; the melting substance or your sex, both liquids seeping onto the bed and further down your thigh. 

“Pope...I need you...” you begged, almost breathless. Pulling away, he brought the coated ice cube to his mouth, consuming the taster of your juices before he went back to kissing you, shortly before his tight dark curls disappeared between your legs for good. 

In the end, the fan never really mattered. 

[natures-moments]

Trail to Wild Goose Island, St Mary Lake, Glacier National Park, Montana, USA