#surm

[brrrrrism]

"Vincent: A Graphic Biography" - Simon Elliott

Kirjastus: Quarto Publishing Group – White Lion Lehekülgi: 160 Ilmumisaasta: 2024 Tänu ‘Small People, BIG DREAMS’ sarja raamatule kasvas minus huvi ühe oma lemmikuima maalikunstniku vastu ning vaatamata faktile, et olen tema muuseumis käinud ja kunstiraamatutes tema kohta lugenud, oli mul vaja mälu värskendada. Tahtsin rohkem detaile, rohkem sügavust, rohkem hingevalu. Tutvustus raamatu…

[luuletus-ee]

- kennet.palgi

[frances73]

not sure if i can ask you to draw someone who s not Italian or scorsese related but mb you can draw gabriel byrne?

just rewatched the usual suspects (not great but pretty good movie btw) and now i can't think of anything but him🙄

heheh no no i can draw non italian non scorsese related things !

oooo love his eyebrows, very good ones to draw

[lgbtqreads]

Queer Book Sale Roundup - July 7, 2023

eBooks The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer (m/m YA sci-fi, $1.99) Running with Lions by Julian Winters (m/m YA contemporary romance, $1.99) The Daughters of Izdihar by Hadeer Elsbai (Sapphic adult fantasy, $1.99) Silver Under Nightfall by Rin Chupeco (queer epic fantasy, $1.99) Out on the Ice by Kelly Farmer (f/f contemporary sports romance, $1.99) Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire…

[tomoony]

the dangerous art of blendinf in

( by angelo surmelis )

this book was okay tbh.. i finished it in like four days save me please but i was just waiting for it to get better (it didnt). i feel like i could feel for the mc in a lot of the scenes, and some moments were sad and i almost cried..? HOWEVER the romance sucked.. the mc has a lot of problems.. and the love interest always tries to be like “i want to be the only one to help you” (slash romantically!!) sir… youre not qualified… and he ignored mc’s boundaries ERM!! their relationship didnt seem too healthy honestly 😕 the writing wasnt too bad but the plot did not do well!!

[jude-thedude98]

Read it!!!!!!

[smote-by-this-quote]

They're fighting for my life

The Dangerous Art of Blending In, by Angelo Surmelis

[batboyblog]

My Super Gay/Queer Reading List

The Long Run by James Acker

Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli

Another Dimension of Us by Mike Albo

Wonders of the Invisible World by Christopher Barzak

Alan Cole Is Not a Coward by Eric Bell

Alan Cole Doesn’t Dance by Eric Bell

The Darkest Part of the Forest by Holly Black

In Other Lands by Sarah Rees Brennan

Felix Yz by Lisa Bunker

Last Bus to Everland by Sophie Cameron

Dragging Mason County by Curtis Campbell

The House of Impossible Beauties by Joseph Cassara

Peter Darling by Austin Chant

Carry the Ocean by Heidi Cullinan

The Love Interest by Cale Dietrich

Half Bad by Sally Green

Half Wild by Sally Green

Half Lost by Sally Green

Heartbreak Boys by Simon James Green

Gay Club by Simon James Green

You’re the One That I Want by Simon James Green

We Contain Multitudes by Sarah Henstra

Totally Joe by James Howe

After School Activities by Dirk Hunter

At the Edge of the Universe by Shaun David Hutchinson

The Past and Other Things That Should Stay Buried by Shaun David Hutchinson

We Are the Ants by Shaun David Hutchinson

The Five Stages of Andrew Brawley by Shaun David Hutchinson

A Complicated Love Story Set in Space by Shaun David Hutchinson

The Boy Who Couldn’t Fly Straight by Jeff Jacobson

Haffling by Caleb James

The Lightning-Struck Heart by T.J. Klune

A Destiny of Dragons by T.J. Klune

The Consumption of Magic by T.J. Klune

A Wish Upon the Stars by T.J. Klune

The Extraordinaries by T.J. Klune

Flash Fire by T.J. Klune

Heat Wave by T.J. Klune

The House in the Cerulean Sea by T.J. Klune

Openly Straight by Bill Konigsberg

The Bridge by Bill Konigsberg

Destination Unknown by Bill Konigsberg

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee

Two Boys Kissing by David Levithan

Every Day by David Levithan

Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan

Ryan and Avery by David Levithan

How to Repair a Mechanical Heart by J.C. Lillis

Take a Bow, Noah Mitchell by Tobias Madden

When Ryan Came Back by Devon McCormack

Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

Fraternity by Andy Mientus

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

The Art of Starving by Sam J. Miller

Hero by Perry Moore

I’ll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson

More Than This by Patrick Ness

Junior Hero Blues by J.K. Pendragon

The City Beautiful by Aden Polydoros

When Everything Feels Like the Movies by Raziel Reid

Kens by Raziel Reid

Emmett by Lev A.C. Rosen

Jack of Hearts by Lev A.C. Rosen

Camp by Lev A.C. Rosen

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell

Wayward Son by Rainbow Rowell

Rainbow Boys by Alex Sanchez

Rainbow High by Alex Sanchez

Rainbow Road by Alex Sanchez

So Hard to Say by Alex Sanchez

The 99 Boyfriends of Micah Summers by Adam Sass

The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer

All Kinds of Other by James Sie

They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera

History Is All You Left Me by Adam Silvera

More Happy Than Not by Adam Silvera

Grasshopper Jungle by Andrew Smith

Freak Show by James St. James

Ray of Sunlight by Brynn Stein

The Dangerous Art of Blending In by Angelo Surmelis

366 Days by Kiyoshi Tanaka

The Language of Seabirds by Will Taylor

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas

Wild and Crooked by Leah Thomas

Because You’ll Never Meet Me by Leah Thomas

Spin Me Right Round by David Valdes

Always the Almost by Edward Underhill

Hell Followed With Us by Andrew Joseph White

Tumblr got rid of yellow so I couldn't do pride colors, sorry!

If you want help picking something out just send me an ask with what kind of thing you're looking for and I'll select something for you, and if you end up reading something because you saw this list, please let me know

[dycefic]

Isekai

The story this world was created for didn’t pan out, but I still love it. So I sent a visitor from our world to this one, who is not delighted to find that instead of a clear conflict between good and evil, she is confronted with something very different.

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The priest led the way into the great hall. “It is strange to me,” he said chattily, “that you do not know the gods. Surely there is no place so far that the gods do not hold sway there.”

The stranger cleared her throat. “I do not… know that I do not,” she said carefully. “By other names, or seemings, perhaps… but I would know them as you know them.”

“Ah, I see. Yes, that I can understand.” The priest smiled. With his long grey hair and beard flowing over a white robe, he looked like a small, spare saint himself, genial and contented. “Then I will tell it to you from the beginning.” He walked up the length of the hall, and gestured to the two statues that stood on either side of the great altar, with the gold-leaf sun and hammered silver moon on the wall above it.

“There are eight gods,” he said, and his voice settled into the cadence of one repeating an old teaching. “And no one of the eight stands alone, but always as one of a pair. First among the gods stand Elu and Surm, whose aspects are those of Life and Death. There are those who say that they are the parents of the other gods, and others who say that they are only the oldest, but all that the others are springs ultimately from them.”

“I see.” The stranger looked up at the statue on the left, who stood by the golden sun. “Elu… life… is perhaps the one I know as the Mother.”

“Yes, for all life comes from a mother.” The priest nodded, also gazing up at the statue. It was beautifully crafted, perhaps twice as tall as the stranger, a vivid portrayal of a woman of middle years, with the rounded belly and hips of children borne, the plump limbs of health and plenty, lines of wisdom and of humour on her face. She wore a loose robe, and a crown of leaves and flowers on her long hair, and fruit and grain filled the basket in her hands. “Elu brings life, and all that lives, from the greatest beast to the smallest, from the richest fruit to the smallest seed, from humankind to a flower that blooms and dies in a single day.”

He turned to the other statue, Surm. This was a man, also of middle years, but he wore armour, and carried a bow in his hand. “And Surm, her opposite and equal, who closes the circle. Where there is life, there must also be death, and Surm rules over all forms of death. He is a warrior, and a hunter, and also a healer, as is Elu, for the healer stands between life and death. Surm is the ending, as Elu is the beginning, but in truth they are the two halves of a circle, for from death life comes again, and from life death is born.” He gestured up at the sun and moon. “Elu is the first of what we name the sunward four, and Surm of the moonward, for the sun and the moon, like the gods, are a pair, opposite and yet united.”

“I see. Who comes next?”

“Of the other three pairs, the order in which they stand varies. They are all of equal status and importance, as gods, but in different times and places some may take a greater hand than others.” The priest moved back a few paces. “Here, the second pair are those we call Kord, the sunward, who represents order and creation, and Kaos, the moonward, who represents chaos and destruction.”

The stranger looked from Kord, a statue of a man holding a chisel and a measuring rod, his robes perfect, his braids as straight as the rod, to Kaos, a woman all disorder, from her wild curls to her ragged motley to her very pose – while Kord stood erect, Kaos was dancing, one foot raised, ribbons flying about her. “Good and evil?” the stranger asked, frowning.

“No, order and chaos.” The priest frowned too. “All the gods have their aspects of both good and evil, of course. Elu creates life, and she is the mother of the devouring wolf or bear just as she is of the lamb or the kid. Surm brings death on the battlefield, but also peace after long life and ease after suffering. Kord is the god of order, of precision, of law and of rule, of measurement and of numbers. But Kord is a sterile god, and life does not thrive under his governance.” He turned to wild, laughing Kaos. “Kaos reigns over destruction, it is true, but not all forms of disorder are destructive. She is the song of the bird and the frisking of a foal as well as the destruction of the earthquake or the tidal wave, and she rules over weather both good and bad. She also rules the human heart, its loves and hates, and she brings both joy and sorrow.”

“I see.” The stranger did not sound as if she saw, but she looked thoughtfully at Kord and Kaos before they moved on to the next pair.

“On the sunward side, Sugulahna, the neighbour, the kinswoman, the ally, the friend, the loyal one.” This statue was young and vigorous, with a cheerful smile. She wore a simple tunic, and held out an open hand. “Sugulahna is the goddess of unity, of trust, of loyalty. When she stands with her brother Kord, they watch over cities and towns, and places where many people must live together in order and harmony. With Kaos, she signifies love and friendship, the ties of family and the bonds of loyalty. In her benign aspect, she is generosity and faith. But turned aside, she is the selfish partner, the treacherous lover, the ungrateful child, the usurper and betrayer. She is all that is best and worst in those around us.”

“One who can give great pain and great joy,” the stranger commented.

“None can give greater.” The priest nodded solemnly. “And on the moonward side stands Vu’uras, who is often called ‘the Stranger’.” The statue could hardly be called a statue, exactly, for no face or clear form could be discerned under the enveloping robes that might as easily have covered a clothing-stand as a human figure. The only sign of the body underneath was a single slender hand extending from a sleeve to clasp a traveller’s staff. “The Stranger is the Other, the traveller, the foreigner. The Stranger, when standing with Kord, is the diplomat, the envoy, the spy. With Kaos, the chance-met helper or kindly passer-by… or the bandit. The Stranger is sexless and unknowable, and yet the Stranger delights in the sharing of knowledge.”

The stranger smiled slightly. “Like me. A stranger chance-come, who knows nothing but wishes to learn?”

“Indeed, just like.” The priest moved on to the last pair of statues. “Here you see, on the sunward side, Teadmised, who is the god of knowledge and learning. Teachers, scholars, and the wise are all in his domain, and he is said to have created all means of record-keeping, from wall paintings and lore songs and tally marks to the written word.” He beamed up at the statue. Like the priest, Teadmised was an old man, long-bearded and a little stooped, with a lean, kindly face. He was wrapped in a long robe with a stole, and carried in his hands a scroll and a brush. “Teadmised is the god of wisdom. His benign aspect brings invention, and art, and joy, but his reverse is deception, and error, and lies.”

He turned to gesture at the moonward goddess. “This is his sister Salahdused, who rules over mystery, and secrets, and the unknown. Vu’uras and Surm’s realms both overlap with hers, for death and the stranger both partake of the unknown. Salahdused is the hardest of all the gods to understand, by her very nature, and thus is most often the one distrusted, or considered ‘evil’ as you put it.” He patted the base of the statue. It portrayed another hooded figure, but unlike the Stranger’s, this hood did not conceal a slyly smiling face, and the sleeves of the robe fell back to show slender arms, one hand raising a lighted lamp, the other cradling a wrapped bundle against her hip. “Certainly the unknown can be dangerous, and secrets can wound. Her domain is darkness and the sea, hidden caves and deep water and secret places, all dangerous to humankind. And yet she is also the goddess of luck, which is its own kind of mystery. She can bring ruin and betrayal and death, but she is also the unknown friend, good fortune unlooked for, and aid when all hope is lost.” His voice softened. “It is Salahdused who brings misfortune, and hope, and to whom we all turn at last, with curse or with plea. And when her father Surm comes, to guide the dead onward, it is Salahdused who holds up the lamp to light the way.”

“A goddess we all need, though we may not always be grateful.” The stranger looked up and down the lines again. “They are *all* the known and the unknown, are they not? On the sunward side, in the light of day, stand Life, Order, Family and Knowledge. On the moonward side, Death, Chaos, the Stranger, and Mystery.”

“Yes, exactly!” The priest sounded pleased. “Not many people see that, without being told. That is why they are ordered so. Some people think it is because the sunward are kindlier, but it is not so. It is only that they stand for what we understand. And under the moon, which waxes and wanes, stand the gods who rule over the unpredictable and unknown.”

“Most people… where I come from… equate light with good, and darkness with evil.” The stranger tugged absently on her braid. “But your gods are… more complicated than that.”

“Good and evil are not real things,” the priest said simply. The stranger looked at him, and he smiled gently. “I do not mean that they do not exist, but they are not… of the world. Birth, life, is real. Death is real. They exist, they have substance. A measuring rod or the wildly rolling debris of an avalanche are real. Family is real. Strangers are real. A story or a written word are real things, as are the sea and caves and deep water, be they understood or not. And all of those things may bring about good or evil, depending on circumstances. They can be used for good or evil. But good and evil are not, in themselves, real things.”

She nodded slowly, looking at the gods. “So to you… good and evil are in the effects. The aspects. The intent. Not… powers, in themselves.”

“Yes, you understand.” The Priest bent to pick up a dead leaf from the ground, which might have fallen from a shawl, or blown in through one of the high windows. “Take this leaf. If it fell on a stony street, it might grow wet, and slip under a foot, and cause injury or death. If it fell on barren ground, in its decay it would render the ground a little less barren. Here on the floor of the temple, it might cause additional trouble to a sweeper… or provide a priest with a timely example, thus doing me, and you, good.” He smiled. “But the leaf’s nature does not change. It is just a leaf. How, in its falling, it affects others… that depends entirely on circumstance.”

“I see.” This time, she sounded as if she did understand, and she took the leaf and held it gently. “And what of people, priest? Are they not good or evil?”

“Of course they are. Mostly one, or mostly the other, or more often a mixture of both in some degree.” The priest shrugged. “But that a matter of choice, and of intention, and even then it is very rare that an action does not have effects both good and bad, whatever the intention. To come upon a man robbing another man, and to intervene – well, from the point of view of the man who was being robbed, that is a good action. From the point of view of the robber, it is a bad one.” He smiled serenely. “As the proverb says, the storm that sinks a ship may bring rain to the fields.”

The stranger was silent for a time, seeming to consider, and the priest waited patiently. When at last she spoke, there was a note of frustration in her voice. “I have never known a faith, or gods, so adamantly to set their faces against certainty.”

The priest laughed. “Oh, if it is certainty you want, Kord is in accord with you. He loves certainty. One will always be one, and a square will always be a square. An arch correctly made will not fall, and a law followed will bring order. There’s great comfort in certainty! But certainty is the enemy of growth, and invention, and change, and so Kaos dances through Kord’s order, bringing destruction and growth and change.” He folded his hands over his belly and looked up at the sun and moon on the wall, his voice gentling. “I think that what you are seeking is not certainty but simplicity. An easy answer. The good and the evil. But what is real is never simple, and the gods least of all. All we mere mortals can do is the best we can, with what we have.”

The stranger sighed. “I know that you are right,” she said. “But the other would be easier.”

“It is not the responsibility of the gods to make your life easy,” the priest said, a little tartly. “It is the responsibility of the gods to make life possible. The rest is your own affair.”

[kisa-hikayeler]

Pasif Kocam

Ben 35 , kocam 35 , kocamin patronu 60 yaşında

Kocam özel şoför olarak çalışıyor, 60 yasinda bi patronu var , patronu hafta sonlari yazlığa kacardi kafa dinlemeye diye genelde karisi gitmezdi kocam getirirdi 2 gun kalir donerlerdi , meger yalniz gittiklerinde , kocam patronunun karisi rolune giriyormus , bi hafta benide goturmuslerdi patronun eşide vardi , patron işçi sinifi ister istemez olsada orda nispeten daha samimi tatil modundaydik , kocamla patronu havuz basinda gunesleniyordu , biz o ara patronun eşi ile icerdeydik ben bi ara disari havuz basina doğru çıktım, o ara beni farketmediler patron kocama , haftaya bas başa gelelim karinin bugün burda giydigi koyafetleri getir sana onlari giydirip sikim demişti, kocamda seve seve dedi , ben beni farketmesinler diye dondum içeri, şok icindeydim acikcasi ne yapsam ne etsem bilemedim , biraz zaman gectikten sonra ses ederek yanlarina dogru gittim , biraz sohbet falan ettikten sonra bende biraz gunesleneyim diyip uzandim , kocamada aşkım bira kalmamis evde gidip alirmisin dedim o ara kocam kalkti , patronla sohbete daldik , güneş kremini alip bacaklarima surmeye basladim , guneysten yanmayayim bari dedim , sirtima falanda sizin surmenizi istesem ayip olur mu dedim , patron yok tabi surerim dedi , omzuma sirtima bacaklarima falan iyice kremi yedirmeye basladi , o esnada eşi icerde sekerleme yapiyordu , mayomun kenarlarina kadar gelip hafiften mayomunkenara kaydirip kalcalarimi oksarcasina suruyordu kremi, sikinin kalktigini farkettim , gormemezlikten geldim , tesekkur edip uzandim sezlong da , sonra kocam geldi , kocamin telefonunu o ara aldim , telefonlari sessize alip ,kendimden kocami aradim, kendi telefonumu orada birakip kocamin telefonu ile iceri gittim , onlarin konusmalarini dinliyordum icerden , krem surme mevzusundan bahsediyordu kocama , aslinda bi güzel içip sarhoş olup grup mu yapsak vs sohbetleri , orda ufak kurlar vs disinda birsey olmadi sonra eve gectigimizde ben ufaktan konu aciyorum patronun nekadar iyi vs falan gibi sonra , krem mevzusu falan konusuldu ben onlari duydugumu dinledigimden falan bahsettim , sonraki hafta o gün ki kiyafetlerimi bir posede koydum icinede bir not yazdim , keyifli eglenceler hiç yikamadim diye , al bu posedi patronuna ver dedim kocama , kocami bi guzel sikip rahatladiktan sonra kocama beni aratti , bin bi taksiye gel dedi , gittim kapida patron karsiladi beni taksiye parayi odedi , beni tuttugu gibi yapisti dudaklarima , hediyen çok güzel di diye , dur sakin ol , bu gece patron benim dedim. , tamam dedi , iceri girdik ikinizin sevismesini izlemek istiyorum dedim , patron 60 yasindaydi ama kocami cok guzel becerdi , kocam da arada onu beceriyormus , patrona hadi simdi sen beni becer diyip yattim yatağa ama kocamda sana girsin istiyorum dedim , beni sikmeye basladi , kocam da hem beni hem patronu elleyip yaliyor opuyordu , patron biraz gel git yaptiktan sonra kocamla ortamizda kalmaya basladi kocam ona giriyor , patronda bana giriyordu...

[bluegekk0]

made a slugcat character, based on a flying gecko, as well as an electric blue gecko for the coloration

i haven't really thought about the lore for them yet, mostly cause the rw lore is overwhelmingly confusing

but i think their name will be the surmount (to go beyond, to climb up and across; surm or surmo for short). i couldn't decide if i wanted them to be male or female so i guess they can be neither (or both). just a weird lil thang with a really dumb looking face

they're able to climb walls and swim quite well, though they're a little clumsy on land and their spear throws are weak. they're a carnivore and quite large, so blue lizards would have a pretty bad time i imagine, more than they usually do haha

but yeah i think that's all i have for them as of now, might develop them more in the future. and who knows, perhaps i'll even make it into a skin, or maybe even a full mod? we'll see

[brrrrrism]

"A Sunny Place for Shady People" - Mariana Enriquez

Kirjastus: Granta Publications Lehekülgi: 272 Ilmumisaasta: 2024 Minu esimene Mariana Enriquezi raamat ja võin kohe südamerahuga kinnitada – see ei jää viimaseks! Järgmine raamat ootab juba riiulis lugemist, teine tuleb Saaremaalt ära tuua, sest enam lähemal neid hetkel pole. Ent pole hullu, see raamat on seda sõitu väärt! 😊 Tutvustus raamatu tagakaanel: Mariana Enriquez’s A Sunny Place for…

[luuletus-ee]

- Kelly.9459

[ebatavaline]

Ei pea varjuma päikeselaikude eest 

Tumeduse kõhedasse rüppe

Kõiksus me ümber niigi

On igavese pimeduse kütkes

Kuidas kutsuda elu, mis pole elamist väärt

Paistab nii kauge haljendav aas

Keegi ei kuule enam mu häält

Ses lõputus ängis nii rusuvas

Niimoodi saamegi vabaks

Kui hääl enam ei kaja

Kui surm saab elu osaks

On elatud üle aja

[acid-gramma]

summer makeup rutininiz nedir ürün bilgisiyle nej

missha sunblock

tint seklinde herhangi bi urunu yanaga ve dudaga surme aktivitesi-

rimel-avon kullaniom

kas doldurma- the balmin kas fari

[hildegardladyofbones]

Udu. Põldudel hajutab udu minevikku tulevikuga. Ajaojast kuivale jäetud talumajad seisavad, nagu oleks see nende ainus õigus, varisenud katustest sõltumata. Udu ujub nende vahel nagu surmahirm, mis märgab meie minevikku. Surmahirm, mis lekib tulevikku. Surmahirm põlevate silmade ja püssikülma ees. See vältimatu püssikülm tõi otseloomulikult kaasa ka jäätunud luhad ja lõdisemise. Surm sigitab surma ja külm sigitab külma. Puud seisavad kui sambad mis hoiavad taevast ülal. Udust kõrgemal, kaugemal. Nad ei seisnud siin ei neljakümnendatel, ega taeva alguses, nad seisavad tulevikuni, igaviku saabumiseni kõigest kõrval. Jättes meid uttu, minevikku, sest muud meil pole. On rikas see mees, kes hoiab kätes tulevikku. Rikkam kui saks.