#travels is on the way! (ic)

[aeolianblues]

There's an art series called Froid'Art in Kingston, Canada that is basically an outdoor exhibition of acrylic paintings frozen directly into ice. The exhibition is on from 'now until the snow melts'. And there's something so ephemeral and fleeting and in the moment about art that has this variable deadline on it: when the air warms up and your knees aren't knocking in the cold, will you be happy to feel a warm breeze or sad to watch a beautiful painting melt?

Anyway, it sounds like a great idea, I'm going to show you a few pictures from their websites and socials.

The idea of the exhibition was to give people 'a reason to go outside for a walk' and to embrace winter. They etched with markers and acrylic paints onto transparent plastic mylar sheets, imagined everything from warm, summery scenes to Canada's most beloved band (and Kingston locals) The Tragically Hip, and froze them into 300 lb blocks of clear ice.

"There is a depth and beauty to the finished work that we could not have envisioned. There, suspended, embedded, enshrined within this perfect ice, was our work. A frame of embracing cold that somehow could make you feel warm. The work took on new dimensions. It gained a holographic quality, it gleamed!", writes one of the artists, Lori Kallay.

Taken from the Kingston tourism page and Martello Alley, the art gallery facilitating this.

[viperwhispered]

Too Little

Part three of Jamil (not) dealing with feels here we go. Jamil x reader, Jamil’s pov Previous parts: part one, part two

This was stupid.

Here he was, rolling around in bed, unable to sleep because thoughts of you filled his mind.

It had been futile of Jamil to think that he could simply brush your presence aside, that he could treat you like just another schoolmate and not let you consume his mind. 

Not when every quiet moment had him reach for his phone in hopes of a new message from you.

Not when you kept on finding new ways to make his heart skip a beat every time he saw you.

Not when he missed you more acutely every time you weren’t there.

So, despite his best efforts, his mind treaded those same paths, time and again, occupied by all the parts of you. Your expressions, your mannerisms, your words, every single detail committed to his memory and played over and over.

He suspected that at this point he’d be able to recreate most of your expressions just from memory. Your voice, too, playing so clearly in his mind.

Not to even mention those oh so tantalizing what ifs, supplying him with even sweeter temptations than the confines of reality and memory could provide.

What it would feel like to touch you, to hold you, to kiss you, to-

No. No no no. He would not go there.

Jamil could feel the heat burning in his cheeks and he rolled over, groaning into his pillow.

This was ridiculous. Absolutely preposterous.

Yet, there was no getting out of it.

He wanted you.

He wanted more of you, so much more than what he had.

Because each taste of you left him craving more, each glimpse made him want to uncover everything there was to you.

Even the parts you might consider ugly, as sappy as that was.

What kind of people did you like, anyway?

Charming? Intelligent? Funny?

Rich and influential? 

Did you even like guys? Or relationships in general?

Just the thought - relationship - made Jamil's cheeks burn even brighter, made his legs twitch under the covers.

Yet, somehow, it did not sound so bad.

To have you.

To be yours.

To know and be known.

He huffed and turned over onto his back.

As if his duties left room for something for himself, left enough of him to share with someone like that.

And would you like what you saw in him, anyway?

Yet, his excuses were beginning to sound more and more hollow.

After all, he was nothing if not resourceful, and so far you’d shown no signs of shying away, even as you dug your way deeper.

Jamil stared at the canopy over his bed with unseeing eyes.

He’d have to do something about this.

Because if he didn’t, he might just lose his mind.

But was the alternative any better? Could he even handle it? The full force of you, if - and it was a big if - you were to accept him.

Even now, when you looked at him in that particular way of yours… He never could hold your eyes for long when that happened. The softness and the warmth he saw were far too overwhelming, always forcing him to turn away lest he made a complete fool of himself.

If he were to have that, with the full force of affection intention behind it… How could he even bear it?

Like the other day… You’d found Jamil in the middle of his chores and dragged him away, his to-do list crumbling when you grabbed his hand and led him outside.

He was all too aware of how his protests had been half-hearted at best. How your sudden appearance, your touch had shut down every sensible part of him, leaving him unpleasantly raw.

And by the time he’d gathered himself, nearly convinced himself he had other things he should be doing instead, you were sharing ice creams outside Sam’s, to celebrate the first warm day of the year.

As if it wasn’t warm in Scarabia year round.

As if he hadn’t been too preoccupied by your happiness and enthusiasm to bring himself to heel.

Sometimes, it was all he could do not to be swept away by you, barely keeping his head above the surface.

So, what choice did he have but to act?

You’d made a home in his heart already, whether he asked for it or not.

All he could do was take control of what he could.

Eta: you can find part 4 here and part 5 / the final part here. Oh dear I'm starting to get tempted to write this from the reader's pov as well. Or maybe I'll just have to ramble about the thought process behind this at some point to get that out of my system. I also considered going to a more horny direction with this but decided to go with this kind of yearning in the end. But, if the horny version is of interest for y'all, maybe I can do that as an alternative / supplementary thing to this series, or some sort of a standalone at some point. Hope y'all enjoyed! One or two more parts are still to come. Tag list: @colliope @crystallizsch @diodellet @jamilsimpno69 @jamilvapologist @mazapanmiau @perilous-pasta @twstgo If you'd like to be tagged for any future works, do let me know! Also feel free to specify if you only want tags for particular kinds of works (like sfw/nsfw for example).

[swordmaid]

i am wide awake thinking about that post canon jb au again when I should be sleeping …!!! such is the nature of the jbrainrot…

[whateverthought]

I don't think Ned specificly would have 'made Cersei better' or 'fixed' her but I DO think being away from her family and the politics of the South would have.

What power does Tywin Lannister have in the North? Even a spy would probably be noticed since the North seems to be scarcer and closer because of that scarcity. And not having Jaime around to enable her, to indulge in her worst impulses or Tyrion to antagonize or be antagonized by. No reminder of her 'curse' or prophecy or whatever.

Just nature, rough and honest and impolite people who might even like her fire. Praise her for her masculine qualities or interests, her disregard for sewing and such. What's Tywin's disregard for her interest in swordplay compared to Mormont women who fight? What's clawing against smarter opponents when Roose Bolton is there and ready to endanger her place as Lady Wife of the Warden in the North?

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Someone should make an analysis of Amphibia's geography for fanfic writing purposes and by someone I mean Oh god please let there be something out there so I won't be tempted to procastinate on studying for my finals working on a detailed world map for a fantasy Disney show about talking frogs and polyamorous lesbian divorce when the writers themselves probably didn't think much about it beyond what would be funny in each individual episode

[rinnysmuses]

Having made it to her village the day before, Rhea had finally had her talk with the elder. Staring out at the pond in the middle of the village, she sighed heavily.

While she understood the why's and the where's, she didn't like it.

Ugh.

"This sucked."

[sukibenders]

The way people are becoming anti-children nowadays is really sad. And I'm not talking about people not wanting to have kids of their own, that's fine and something that shouldn't be shamed nor up to someone else to debate. No, I'm talking about the people who adamantly hate these little humans for simply existing, wanting to ban them from spaces due to them having emotional reactions that they are still learning to understand (you know, the kind of lessons that everyone had to learn and figure out at one point). It's gotten to the point where I've even seen these types of people genuinely support children being harmed and deny their hurt under the consensus of "Well then maybe they shouldn't be there," in your average public space. Like, imagine thinking hating on children, people who need assistance and guidance, is something to be proud of.

[phier]

I don't wanna be here. Start fresh with a New Year.

[roaldseth]

Mr. President, a second crossover ship has hit the old man.

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

Alright know what here's a little Guild Wars 2 reblog game for everybody; what mounts (if any) do your characters have in their canon, do they have names? Personalities? How'd they meet??

Spill it all below, tell me about all your creatures!!

[pushing500]

We left Loyalty's Meander at the same time our last guests did. Apparently, the horrible murder-cult vibes weren't enough to deter them, so now we have allies! That's nice, I guess.

Blackthorn learned to walk while we were road-tripping and I couldn't get this scene from Ice Age out of my head while I was trying to draw it so you just get the scene instead.

Thanks to the vehicle mod, it only took us eight days to get here, so here we are! I can't wait to see the ship!

hmmmmmmmm

there is... no ship

That is problematic. We'll try to mine into those mountains and see if there's a ship hidden in there somewhere, but I fear this may call for some Dev Mode intervention from Ecthuctu themselves...

Duchess now is not a good time

Curly, that is RUDE. Ecthuctu will not be impressed by this slight, mark my words... Terrible things are coming for you.

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[iniziare]

Tag drop: Aventurine.

[serenpedac]

One time we decided to cross from one side of Germany to the other by regional train. Anyone familiar with German trains will now be thinking 'oh no', and they would be right. We managed to make it to our third train before things went wrong.

The train drove one, maybe two stops, before it stood still for way too long at some small station. Eventually, we were told it wouldn't continue, and we had to get out. No further trains would come to this station for the rest of the day.

So we waited for something like an hour and a half (plus time we'd already waited in the train), in the middle of summer, on a Sunday, at the edge of a small town nowhere even close to any place I knew.

Finally, a replacement bus came. Everyone was relieved; it seemed we would finally get, well, somewhere. Where exactly, the bus driver did not know either. After some discussion, the train conductor sat down on the front row seat, opened google maps and acted as the navigator for the driver.

At some point when we were on the highway, the conductor made a round through the bus to ask everyone what their destination was and explained the best way to get there. When he reached us and we told him where we were heeded, he gave us a look as if he was questioning our sanity. Understandable, we'd done the same thing, but had by now passed that stage and decided to see the humour of the situation. He said he'd come back to us.

Meanwhile, we were getting closer to the place where the bus was taking us, so he went back to navigating. Except there was construction work going on, which blocked the usual highway exit. I'm not sure if this wasn't noted on Maps, or if the signs were confusing, or some combination of things, but we drove past the detour exit, then arrived at the usual exit to find it closed. So we had to go one further and loop back on the other side of the road. By this second time we were driving past places, I felt like I was really getting to know the region.

In the end, we made it to the station. The conductor approached us and told us he would contact someone. So we patiently waited, despite having already figured out a route online while on the bus. Soon, he came back to tell us he'd arranged for us to go on one of those private trains that you usually have to pay separately for (not the regular intercity trains, but like the Flixtrains) and, since we didn't have and wouldn't get a ticket for that train, he'd given his colleague a description of us so they'd be able to identify us. We were "the couple with the rose", because we happened to have a single rose with us (no idea anymore why).

We still had to travel from the current station to the one from where that train departed from, but we made that and even had time to grab falafel at a döner place. There weren't even any issues when we got checked on that last, "special" train.

And that's how we made it all the way back to our town, only some two hours late!

TLDR: DB sucks, but some of the people working for it are wonderful

[lifesver]

@t4mpered said: hands you a gentle silly chrimus moment of leland doing the mistletoe thing to danny and danny doing the gentle face grab to kiss him, lingering in the moment for a bit, then pulling back with a big smile before he rubs his scruff against leland's cheek and jaw

the christmas party, anyway — it's winding down, now; the music and the fuzzy murmur from their friends in the other room becoming one pleasant hum in his ears. and as he wanders maria's apartment, leland knows exactly who he'll find along the outer orbit of things.

he comes across danny in maria's kitchen, back against the counter and nursing his drink. still wearing the crooked santa hat that connie had bestowed upon him at the start of the night. raph and sonny got their own festive regalia assignments from the girls — santa and elf hats, or reindeer headbands — like the one leland had chosen. which gives a cheerful little jingle to announce his entrance.

hey, danny says when he sees him, low and warm, and leland gets a rush of fondness he feels in his cheeks. he lets himself be drawn close, his arms coming up to loosely drape around danny’s neck, while danny’s hands rest by his hips.

❝ hi, ❞ leland answers, eyes narrowing playfully. he lilts his head; ❝ guess who’s drunk. ❞ he asks, or sort of announces. and to danny's credit, he very patiently raises his brows and entertains it. and leland leans in to bump his forehead to danny's with a grin; ❝ — yeah, s’me. guess what else? ❞ leland hums. though he doesn’t really wait for an answer, pulling back slightly so he can show off the sprig of mistletoe weaved into his reindeer headband ( maria’s handiwork, naturally ). the movement makes another soft jingling sound from the bells on the antlers.

momentary interruption, as sonny and julie move by them in a hurry — something about forgetting a pie in the car. they both watch them go for a moment, sharing an amused look, and then leland returns his eyes to danny’s.

❝ — it's mistletoe, ❞ he explains, matter-of-factly.

❝ so… you gotta kiss me, it's the rules. ❞ he asserts with a pointed little brow raise of his own. admittedly, a lot unnecessary setup to receive a kiss from someone he's dating. ( — which still sounded weird to leland, sometimes. a good weird, though. ) it was also pretty obvious — from the dark red kiss marks, left on his cheek and nose — that maria had already entertained him on this one, after she had affixed the mistletoe onto his antlers for him.

danny doesn't leave him hanging for long. the kiss is sweet and slow, and leland hums contentedly against him, eyes fluttering closed. it lingers, and then the next seems like it misses his lips entirely — and leland makes a confused noise — before he realizes what's happening.

❝ — wait don't — ❞ his startled little protest peters into a laugh, as danny tugs him in closer — just so he can rub his scruffy jaw all over leland's face. his extremely half-hearted squirming and whining does nothing to dissuade him.

until leland's out of breath laughing, pawing danny’s face away; ❝ oh my god, okay, okay, cut it out — ❞ danny ceases the onslaught, but looks smug about it. and leland’s shoulders relax while he catches his breath, cheeks flushed and warm. a beat, where leland’s eyes look over danny, thinking about how there’s probably not a damn place in the world he’d rather be than right here, right now. and leland huffs a soft laugh through his nose, as he raises his hand between them to thumb at danny's jaw. comes away with the tell-tale excess red of maria's lipstick. then, he pauses to steal one more smiling kiss from danny's lips, and says quietly, like a secret between just them; ❝ anyway. the other thing is; i love you. ❞

[galaxythixf]

@ofcrossroads said: ❝ Was I supposed to NOT be mean? ❞ (Neito to Tetsu) Can't remember which one this is from || Not Accepting

"Dude, we've been over this," time and time again, he thinks. How many chops to the head and dragging about does he need to get the message that terrorizing the other class wasn't worth it? Besides, this felt a little hypocritical given how many times he's seen Monoma speaking to someone in particularly. "And weren't you getting along with Asui anyway?"

[iishmael]

i forgot how much i love researching for fics. currently making a mental list of all the survival equipment mav and ice have on themselves when theyre crashing hehe