#thousand-yard stare

[thatsbelievable]

[aljundiassagheer]

Harvey Dunn, The Sentry (1918)

[julianpeterscomics]

"The Waste Land" by T. S. Eliot, page 9

Every week on this site, I will be publishing a new page from my ongoing comics adaptation of “The Burial of the Dead,” the first section of T. S. Eliot’s epochal poem “The Waste Land” (Click on image to enlarge). Next week: Enter Madame Sosostris!

[uuuhshiny]

Russell Crowe in Gladiator

Highness

[astelys]

"A look into the future"

[crittercountry00]

SMILE (2022)

i hate dogs with blue eyes. why is fucking jeff the killer at my back door

[pangur-and-grim]

I love that her face looks so blank

[stark-lord]

Dead Boy Detectives (2024)

1.02 — The Case of the Dandelion Shrine

1.04 — The Case of the Lighthouse Leapers

[artshine-exe]

The blind man who has seen the Horrors™ (Also: me, looking at my folder full of unposted Malevolent art, wondering where to start)

[crittercountry00]

people will say "this is me"

White-spotted Reed Frog (Heterixalus alboguttatus), Ranomafana National Park, Madagascar

Photographer: Ch'ien Lee

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

big wet teary fish eyes

[ks1971]

Tears o'er a tin box Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know Like a chicken with a fox He couldn't win the war with ego

close-ups below

[ittybittyremy]

"While all this is happening, Orym has gone full shell shock mode. He's not talking anymore. He's going to go slump down onto a rock and is listening to all the debating at this point and he doesn't know what to do. He's been so sure for so long, and doesn't know what to do. Going in feels so wrong to him. But he hears the logic that it's only a matter of time before someone or something, a day from now, a year from now, six months from now. And just let's them figure it out, because he's took all his energy to make it to this point."

- Liam, C3E118

[crsssie]

sharpshooter - spencer reid x sharpshooter!reader

there's a rumor in the FBI about the BAU. No, not the rumor about their genius with an IQ of 187. No, not their rumor about the technical analyst who can get anything and everything with a swipe of her mouse. No, not even about the communications liason who was called in by the pentagon. no, no.

there's a rumor that the BAU hosts a sharpshooter. A sniper known even in the military for the strange grasp they have on everything mathematical and all things physics — a sharpshooter who has a minimal kill count because they had only ever disarmed with the rifle and not kill. A strange one, that sharpshooter.

Some of the new recruits peer past the glass when touring the building to see if they can catch a glimpse of just who this sharpshooter is (they fail).

"Did you know the word rumor virtually didn't change at all? The old latin word was spelled the same as it is current day other than the word rumorem, and then it went a different change in old french where it was rumur, but then it ended up back as rumor." Spencer hums. "The original meaning of rumor in latin was just noise."

"Huh." You click on your desktop, fingers clicking on the keyboard. "What about gossip?"

"Oh, that one started as godsibb which was like godparents or godsiblings, and then in middle english it changed to a familiar acquaintance, a friend, neighbor, and then by the 1560s it became anyone engaging in familiar or idle talk. Our modern meaning was more in the 1620s about talking idly about the the affairs of others."

"Fun." You stretch your arms over your head, glancing out the glass to catch a batch of new recruits. "Makes me think about superstitions."

"Oh, that one's super fun. It's formed from the words—"

"Reid, Snippy. New case." Morgan winks, passing by as you huff.

"I said not to call me that!"

"I'm sure you prefer it to your other nickname."

"I prefer no nickname." You huff, tossing a crumpled paper in your hand as Morgan leaves.

You throw the paper to hit him square in the back of his head as you pass him with Spencer.

"Hey!"

You only stick your tongue out when he rolls his eyes.

one agent in the academy catches the way you hit morgan square on the back of his head, and suddenly, there's a physical descriptor for just who you are. not that you seem to notice or care.

However, doctor reid looks back at the agent, and the young one seems to understand that look. keep you off everyone's radar. stay quiet of who you are.

they find it sweet of him, regrouping with the others as they notice they've been left behind.

[elliotstalksprite]

LOVE IS IN THE AIR?

WRONG

THE A-POCKY-LIPS IS COMING

[pilvimarja]