#up and vanished

[robsheridan]

I designed the cover for the new season of the mega-hit true crime podcast Up and Vanished, from Payne Lindsey (I previously did cover art for his other shows, Radio Rental and Talking to Death).

Payne came to me last December seeking a balance between a moody icy landscape and a title-first design (a necessity of podcast covers, where the art is most often seen as a tiny thumbnail). As it happened, I had been experimenting with adapting my Great Collapse desert series into a dark winter setting, and this was the perfect project to pool those experiments into. By combining my old desert photography with some photos I took of the barren Canadian tundra some years back, I found an aesthetic space of unreality between the extremes of two landscapes to communicate the inherent dichotomy of the show’s "Midnight Sun”; hot and cold, light and dark, seen and unseen.

Some alternates/outtakes:

[suntails]

growing up!

[spielzeugkaiser]

Me?? Coming back two days before Sirens of the deep with geraskier fluff? Hell yeah-

[umblrspectrum]

i got lazy in the second panel

[spaceistheplaceart]

fucked up how Gordon abandoned them on Tommy's birthday.

(like my art? check this out)

[thebrainrotsreal]

Was pondering how Mark’s rigid ass mask/lens is prob a Budget Thing (since squishy, bendy lens are pretty much a mandate for all hero animated series, like JL, BTAS, TNBA, Spider-Man, etc), and then I was slapped with a vision of Mark in a more JL/BTAS-ish style and I had to see it through. I am a genius btw.

[ollieartie]

So...I'll just...gently place him over here for now....

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Price and Simon stand either side of the kitchen counter and stare at the bouquet of flowers between them. They're in identical poses; palms flat on the surface, spread wide as they lean forward.

"You panicked, didn't ya?" Price asks, eyebrow rising.

"Yeah," Simon responds. "Thought if I turned up wiv nothin', you'd be offended. S'the done thing, innit?"

"An' your go to was daisies?"

"They're chrysanthemums."

"Wot?"

"Chrysanthemums," Simon repeats. "Says it on the label."

"Huh. Right, yeah." Price's fingers tap on the countertop. "Guess I, uh... should put 'em in some water."

Simon watches his captain - and date for that evening - rummage through his kitchen cupboards, eventually coming up with a pint glass that he fills with water. He grabs the bouquet and slides it inside, tugging gingerly at the plastic wrapping.

"There," Price says, presenting the still-wrapped chrysanthemums with open palms. They stand in silence for a moment longer, both with an itching anxiety under their skin.

Eventually, Price sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. He looks at Simon, who appears to be paralysed by uncertainty. In the field, Simon's looming figure is suitably intimidating for his role; he understands every part of it, and holds himself confidently.

Surrounded by domesticity, he looks every bit the awkward, introverted man he actually is at heart, unsure how to navigate the social requirements of a damned date he wants so desperately to go well. This is difficult for him. He's doing his best.

"Hey Simon. What do you call a flower that runs on electricity?"

Simon looks up, blond eyebrows tilting up and out.

"A power plant."

Simon snorts and Price watches the corners of his eyes crinkle with a smile. "You're pollen my leg."

Price chuckles, resting his hand over the top of Simon's on the countertop. "C'mon, s'just a pint and a curry. We've done it a hundred times before."

"Yeah." Simon rises to his full height and follows Price to the door. "I'd... uh, appreciate it if ya didn' mention the flowers t' anyone." He meant Johnny.

"S'olrigh', I'll tell 'em you rose to the occasion."

"Fuckin' 'ell..." Price can hear the grin in Simon's tone, and brushes the backs of their fingers together as he locks his front door behind them.

Before Price can walk away, Simon hooks a forefinger around his and pulls him back, tugging down the scarf around his chin. He kisses Price tenderly, lingering against his lower lip and bumping their foreheads together before he draws back.

"Kiss is meant to be at the end of night as ya walk me t' my door, an' only if you woo me well enough," Price says, smiling softly.

Simon shrugs. "I'll woo ya. Reckon we should try it our way rather 'an anyone else's from now on."

"Reckon you might be right."

The date goes well. Price doesn't mention the flowers to anyone, but he keeps them watered 'til they die a few days later.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

got a worm nibbling my brain. can someone help me find a piece of obscure media?

webcomic/indie comic from the 2010s. basically a sci-fi short story about a young girl (with red hair?) who was being raised by scientists as part of an experiment. she receives a haircut/has her head shaved, in preparation for her annual brain scan/testing. it is revealed that while her body is human, her "brain" is artificial, made of computer implants throughout her skull and spine. at some point her biological mother (also a scientist on the same campus?) encounters her and is repulsed, viewing her as a machine who has murdered her daughter.

it was very poignant and it bruised my heart and i can NOT find it anywhere

[juicyomatic]

Omg are they boutta kiss???

[novelconcepts]

Obviously next week could prove this all dead-wrong, but I don’t think the trial’s quite over. I don’t believe the end of that episode actually took place, because I’m pretty sure we’re still firmly in the “punish Agatha” phase. Rio’s suddenly gone. Alice seems to be dead by Agatha’s hand, and no one—including Teen, who has always been on her side—seems primed to believe she was out of control. The others have been sucked beneath the power of the surrogate son who not only just told Agatha to fuck off, but went full-Wanda to do it. It just all seems too tailored to cut up any of the character progress Agatha’s made on the Road thus far. Getting harassed by her ghost mother and hearing her son’s voice don’t feel like a complete tear-down. This does. It feels like more trial.

[slut-strut-satan]

I think it’s really dumb that there being wolf statues all around Thedas is somehow attributed to Solas having an ego when he’s not the one who put them there.

It also shows you just how little they know about Thedas itself, because most of those statues are found on lands that were once held by Elves, such as The Dales, because wolves were a culturally significant animal to them. You also find them outside Dalish camps acting as wards against evil, sort of like gargoyles. They’re meant to scare off the dangers of the world.

Also, have they considered that Solas just kind of…likes wolves? He clearly loves wolves and has strong feelings about them. They symbolized the rebellion itself. Not every depiction of a wolf is necessarily a depiction of him. Wolves are a symbol in elven culture, likely dating back to Elvhenan itself. One which has come to represent different things over time and changing circumstances.

Claiming this as somehow being evident of Solas—mister ‘I hate myself more than anyone has ever hated themselves’—having an ego is the literal definition of bad faith.

Read a damn book.

[saturnyukaa]

s4 amalia redesign. as a treat

[thelolarahaii]

Well, I messed up everything we had going on. Yeah, but I...equally messed it up.

GOOSEBUMPS: THE VANISHING | 1.06

[srslylini]

lol, I just got a comment telling me

"as for the classism commentary going invisible for you, that's because the actual classism in arcane vanished entirely with Caitlyn forgiving Jinx and letting go of her hatred"

and that's on show runners influencing how people see real life problems

by the fucking way.

[verflares]

god must hate me.