#faces in places

[toruandmidori]

[remelemmostmaraholdonlaksz]

Arcok a mai napomból

[trenchphotos1]

I'm still shooting every day, but my current project involves shooting film for a year, so the tenor of my random shots is a lot different than my digital shots. At least for now. Plus winter, the general blues about some personal stuff, the flu...I've got all sorts of excuses for not walking around with the camera much in the past few months. I'm hoping this will change as the weather warms up. I won't be at the Medieval Fair this weekend, either. I am heading to the SE corner of the state tomorrow for The Big Event, however, and I imagine I'll get some interesting shots down there. No, I'm not planning on shooting the eclipse. There will be much better shots floating around the internet than anything I can grab. I just don't have the equipment for it, or frankly the inclination. I'm after the stories around the eclipse though, and I hope those will show themselves to me.

Anyway, here's a film shot from a couple of weeks ago. I can't help but see a face in profile, not until Burt from Sesame Street.

[worshipbeginsontheknees]

Shut your mouth. Stop talking. Nothing you say matters anyways tonight. Your words are wasted here and will fall on deaf ears. They are too loud and meant for the choir. Instead, I want to know forgotten words from an eager tongue. I want to give your busy mouth a purpose for once and suffocate every witty retort you think you possess at the source. I want the sensation of muffled complaints to reverberate through me as you write soliloquies with that pink muscle, precise as a pen and used just as frequently.

Stay on your back as my thighs cradle your face, my palms flat to the ground as my own song begins. Slide your hands over me and grasp needily to keep me seated against your mouth. Faster and faster you work, wanting to be heard one way or another. Harder I grind down on your pout, forgetting my manners. My thighs part wide as you latch on to that bundle of nerves.

You speak through me as I cry out for relief, giving you a new voice as my frustrations pour into you and you lap them up hungrily. I spiral from within and as I feel that warm gasp of breath, I know it will soon be my turn to take up such writings.

[thedailymobile]

“Melonhead Munch: The Scream”

[ruporas]

your love returns in tragedy (ID in alt)

[bonesandthebees]

ao3 commenters PSA: even on older fics with a ton of comments the authors still get the notifs for every single comment

re: the person who just left a multi paragraph comment on one of my older fics talking about how much they disliked the ending and detailing several alternate endings they came up with instead that they thought would be better, and ending the comment with "no one is going to see this but oh well" authors see your comments yes even on old fics and it really doesn't feel good to see a comment like that even years after I finished the fic

[nerdpoe]

The Justice League finds out about the Anti-Ecto Acts, and Batman is the driving force behind condemning them. He even goes so far as to summon popular ghost hero Phantom for advice, given that his son, Red Hood, would absolutely fall under those Acts. Phantom...tells him he's wrong.

Red Hood is 100%, completely and totally alive. Same soul, same body, sort of the same person. Only 'sort of' because people change as they grow, so obviously he isn't going to be the same person he was when he was fifteen.

There's not a trace of ecto in him, or in any of the Bats. None of them are even liminal.

Batman asks if he's sure. If he's really, really sure. Because ghosts run on emotions, and Red Hood came back extremely violent and irrational.

"Well yeah, of course he did," Phantom deadpans, and Batman suddenly feels very, very small under that glare. "He was murdered, unavenged, told that there was no way he was the same person when he came back pissed, and had his words as a victim ignored. I'd get violent too. Look, I gotta go, but thanks for getting the Acts removed."

[hawberries]

vultur volans | paradisaea

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: science-fiction

[ghostsessioned]

the priestess crushed beneath the new - laid rock.

[sunderberry]

and angel was so proud of himself for being able to carry mr-hollow-bones husk over here

based on the hc where husk died from falling, and that's why his demon form is an ironic mix between two animals that should not be taking fall damage

so yeah he's afraid of heights and that's why he doesn't fly

aftermath:

they'll be okay

[thedailymobile]

“Ziggy?”

© EricBrazier.com

[archerdepartures116]

apocolypse au cause i weirdly have an obsession with these

[soft-cryptids]

“Nice.”

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki still apologizes to you the same way he used to when you were kids.

he always makes a face whenever he knows he’s gone too far or when he’s done something he knows he shouldn’t have, his eyebrows are furrowed and his little chubby face contorts into a sad little pout. he tries to look tough but he can already feel guilty tears in his eyes so he looks away from you, little hands balled into fists at his sides and his head hangs low so you can’t see his red face through his bangs.

usually, he tries making it up to you by showing you something he thinks you’ll like or something he finds cool, and sometimes he’ll even let you hold his precious all might card, but only when he knows he really messed up. he’ll stiffly pet your head as an apology for pulling at your hair a little too hard earlier and if you ask him to he’ll kiss the pain away from when you scrapped your knee because he accidentally shoved you a little harder than he meant to when he was chasing you around.

but when you’re mad at him because he’s been really mean, in ways he knows his shiny holographic all might card won’t fix, he opts to simply sit next to you. with a little pout on his face and with his cheeks turning red, he’ll shove his head into your shoulder. he holds onto you tightly so he’s sure you won’t be able to escape him or his apology. you squirm around a little bit but he doesn’t let you go. you stop moving around but you still huff at him, calling him a big meanie. all he does in response is shoving his head against your shoulder and he mutters out a little "m’sorry." against it.

he hears you shuffle to look at him and he looks up at you, his eyebrows are still furrowed and his cheeks are so red because he’s really not used to apologizing and he doesn’t like to, but he does for you. and even at the tender age of seven, you really can’t stay mad at him when he looks like that, so you forgive him and you’ve already forgotten what you were even mad about when he grins at you boyishly, already back to his usual self as he drags you off to your next adventure who knows where, but even at the tender age of seven, you knew you’d follow him to the ends of the earth as long as he led the way.

he’s changed so much and not at all at the same time. he hates it whenever you get mad at him and he still does everything and anything to get your attention when you are. and just like before, whenever he hurts you in ways he knows his actions can’t fix, he opts to come up behind you and wrap his arms around your middle loosely, giving you the option to break out of his hold if you wanted to. his hold on you slowly tightens when you make no move to, his head is shoved into the crook of your neck and his chest is pressed flush against your back,“ i’m sorry.” he whispers.

it wouldn’t mean much if it came from anyone else but this is katsuki. you’ve known him for as long as you can remember, you know how he is : he’s unruly, headstrong and so stubborn it drives you crazy sometimes. but he casts all of that—all of him aside for you.

“i’m sorry.” he says again, his voice is low and a little shaky.“ shouldn’t have said all that to you. that wasn’t…cool” he fumbles around for the right words to say and you have to hold back a laugh as he does so, but you can tell he’s trying.“never wanna make ya mad at me..” he finishes quietly. he’s fiddling around with the ends of your shirt waiting for your response. then he hears you shuffle around to peek at him and he looks up at you.

he really hasn’t changed. he’s still got the same little frown, the same little crease between his brows and the same rosy cheeks. sure his features are less rounded, his cheeks are definitely less chubby, he’s gotten taller but he’s still your same katsuki who’s a little rough and a big meanie sometimes, but who also always makes sure to apologize to you when he knows he’s hurt you because that’s the last thing he wants.

you grant him a tiny smile. his eyes light up and he stands a little straighter and after a second he’s on you, pressing kisses all over your cheek, grinning boyishly at you and you still want to follow him to the ends of the world as long as he’s leading the way.