#objects and still life

[maxthesillyy]

[annabelle--cane]

I am aware I have died on this hill before but people who really strenuously argue that fanfic isn't "real writing" drive me insane. what do you meeeaaaaannn. besides the fact that any attempt to define "real art" vs "fake art" is inherently reactionary, it just doesn't make any sense. it's Writing. people Write it. what the fuck are you talking about.

[nelkcats]

Be Not Afraid

Danny's forms were pretty stable in the Infinite Realms, and well, his own dimension. The problem was when he had to run certain errands elsewhere (Clockwork's fault) and the universes didn't know where to put him.

Despite having two defined forms in his original dimension. The other dimensions seemed to decide that Danny didn't need that, and his humanity had to go, or something. The halfa couldn't understand it.

So of course, he ended up looking very amorphous and strange when he traveled to other dimensions. Sometimes with multiple eyes, at other times his body was made of pieces of ice, there were times when he was just a toxic green eye that glowed and blinded whoever saw it. The only thing that remained constant was that he didn't look human. Which made most of his tasks difficult. People feared the unknown after all.

When he arrived in the DC universe he didn't expect a welcoming committee. He even told them "Be not afraid" the moment he landed on a crowded street, but apparently that was counterproductive, since they classified him as some kind of avenging angel.

With a sigh, Danny kept exploring and the strangest things happened to him: Two glowing rings chased him everywhere (One was black and the other was white, but he had a feeling that taking them wouldn't be the smartest move, the ring and the crown were very jealous since he was crowned after all)

And a British magician... flirted with him? Danny was pretty sure the hellbazer was seeing him as eyes and ice floating but that didn't seem to stop him from trying. The halfa didn't know if he was flattered or worried.

Anyway, he couldn't find Dr. Fate, nor "Justice League Dark", whatever it was. But the wizard, Constantine, was willing to take him on a date. The rings continued to follow him while some people with green rings looked in the background (they looked strangely scared) and a new religion had been created for "The Great One" which reminded him of Frostbite.

Traveling was hard.

[marlowe-art]

honey honey

[kagoutiss]

crossposting stuff again but i’m having a Wind Waker emotions attack and did you know that WW ganon actually took the time to wrap tetra in the blanket she was sleeping under before hovering up to the top of the tower with her under his arm like a soccer ball. it’s such a tiny thing but the fact that he thought to do that at all. i cant i cant

hewas really like ‘Get Bundled Idiot!!!’ like he had adoption papers ready to go. he was dead from the moment he decided he’d rather take care of her than kill her

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

if you're wondering why I kind of abandoned this blog, there's several reasons (fandom just doesn't feel fun anymore, I'm trying to cut back on screen time, I've been feeling like my faith is in contradiction to what I see/read/interact with on here is for years and years now) but the final straw has been what I see on my dash every day about Israel/Palestine.

I keep seeing people I used to interact with and used to like now peddling conspiracy theories, debunked claims, inflammatory headlines, and even bloodthirsty rhetoric with tens of thousands of notes (when corrections of those posts get ~500 notes at best), and reacting to nuanced conversations like they're calls for hatred, all while turning a blind eye to the very literal vicious hatred or sheer ignorance in many of those big posts. The level of black-and-white thinking is so strong that we are wayyyy past 'us-vs-them,' we're in the kind of discourse where even 'know thy enemy' (being interested in understanding the opposing arguments even just so you can dismantle them) is considered hatred - people can't be bothered to know what they're arguing for or against, nothing short of plugging your ears and screaming for the death of the Bad People is enough. This is a wave of just about the most hypocritical, callous and uninformed 'activism' this website has ever been guilty of and it's too much. I'm done with this.

And yes, this is about antisemitism. You can all shout 'not antisemitic, just anti-zionist' all day long but you have done jack shit to prove you don't hate Jews beside chanting 'punch a nazi' in the same breath you use KKK slurs and cheer for groups that have 'curse the Jews' in their slogan. I trust none of you anymore.

[huariqueje]

Gwen and Still-Life Objects  -  Dean Fisher

American  b. 1949 -

Oil on canvas , 40 x 29 in. 40.50 x 30.50 in.

[internationalemeteorologie]

Fritz Schwimbeck

Blooming Cactus. 1943

[slack-wise]

Mathilde Hiley

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

I know you dont care about pesterquest but i wanna know, did you think they wrote eridan well or bad?

bad

[blujayonthewing]

[montrealmadison]

perks of writing older zimbits: strong nonverbal communication, lots of inside jokes, getting to work through jack’s retirement and bitty’s career success, really REALLY tender, peak ride-or-die energy

pitfalls of writing older zimbits: fellas is it weird that jack’s inner monologue still defaults to “bitty” when bitty is a 44-year-old father of three who hasn’t played organized hockey in years

[visual-sandwich]

Niklaus Stoecklin. Forest mushroom still-life. 1943

[trialserrors]

au where michael isn’t the only corpse wandering around hurricane

(her design is based off of scrap baby)

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

I'm so fascinated by the extra senses speedsters have and what the world must look like to them because of those extra senses.

They have extremely localized electrolocation: meaning that they can 'see' energy if it's close to them, they are touching it or if it's extremely strong. So Wally can see the electricity firing in his wife's brain when he holds her hand. Bart can see the electricity coursing from the wall, into the TV and gaming console, before swirling around inside the controller in his hands. When the dust and smoke is too thick to rely on vision, Barry can still see the energy in Hal's ring, even from a block away.

They also sense vibrations. They can hear them, if you will. Anything they touch thrums a different note. Different dimensions sing in a different key, a just off pitch. Some objects, like an office chair or a blade of grass, sing so quietly that they have to be close and really focus to hear it. Others, like a moving train or a pot of boiling water, scream so loudly that they can hear them from quite a distance away.

Yet that's not all. They can also feel time. Like trained scuba divers feeling the flow of the current, the ripples as they disrupt the calm. They can feel the jetstreams of nearby time travelers and they can trace it back to its source with startling accuracy. If time is an ocean then we only perceive it drop by drop. They can see how it stretches out, in every direction, every place that drop could flow.

The final sense they have is their ability to sense the speedforce. Every speedforce user is known to them, is felt, is seen. Regardless of distance, they can always see the little stars dotting the horizon, each one the barely contained supernova of their friends and family. They can see the speedforce as well as it flows and cracks and bubbles around them.

It's fascinating to me that they have all these extra senses. We see them casually mentioned but we never really see what that would look like. What this influx of stimulation would do to them.

[duxuebing]

Photography by Xuebing Du

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