#tangible

[beeapocalypse]

[thesingingcanary]

Mouvement / in·ci·ta·tion (2023)

"the atmosphere of neglect and abandonment was almost tangible"

[the-one-in-search-of-something]

Living mindfully in the present; engaging with the tangible world while being guided by the intangible.

The balance between the 'seen' and the 'unseen' feels like a call to anchor our actions in deeper meaning.

[leregirenga]

Que la imaginación nos lleve a dónde la felicidad sea tangible, poderosa, llena de vientos nuevos y grandes deseos.

Que está nos inspire y nos lleve a navegar por lugares de singular colorido y precisos paisajes.

Que nos haga crear, para que con el poder del pensamiento también podamos generar, soñar, siendo participes de bellas experiencias y enormes logros.

Que este día la alegría este presente y que una sonrisa los acompañe a lo largo de su jornada.

Leregi Renga

[bandit-heart]

I feel like a lot of people I know don't like to read books in print or watch DVDs. But like. The audiobooks I have "purchased" are only accessible with the app. Even movies I've purchased to stream aren't always reliable if Amazon is having some bandwidth issue or my internet is slow. And I can't lend my ebooks to friends. Idk. I like being able to actually own the things I've purchased. And if I get to be a mom one day, I want my kids to grow up surrounded by books and movies and printed photos-- tangible things they can look through. That they can stumble upon. Not just that, I want my kids to be curious about these things all on their own! Maybe they see my favorite book on the shelf 10,000 times, but then one day they pick it up and read the back cover. Maybe they take it to their room and read it and I get to talk to them about something we both like. Maybe they get to watch a movie that has since been edited to be more politically palatable. Physical copies of things preserve history. I think it's important.

[unholystigmatic]

consulting my council of dykes before I decide what to get for lunch

[devil-kindred]

stress fracture

Joseph and John have a discussion about the elusive deputy all while the father of Eden's Gate hides a secret that will unknowingly be his family's undoing. 1/1 | 802 words read it on ao3

“Joseph, what brings you to my humble abode?”

“This is far from humble, John.” Joseph’s voice is dry and laced with disapproval, a fact that makes John shrivel a little on the inside. “I thought I’d stop by and see how things are going here in the valley.”

“I suppose things are going as well as they can be since the deputy escaped the crash.” John plays nonchalant, even as his brow furrows in confusion, and waves a hand towards the back of the sprawling house⏤ grabbing his glass of wine as he walks across the lawn with his brother. “I’ve seen neither hide or hair of the illustrious pain in our side since she took back Rae Rae’s farm and absconded with that mutt, though my chosen are on the lookout for her at all times.”

Joseph merely nods as they approach the house, John’s chosen bowing their heads and stepping aside as they pass through the doors of the ranch. He knows John well, too well perhaps, and as soon as he hears the tone his youngest brother uses in reference to the deputy... well. Joseph knows that John’s handling of the situation could prove very problematic, especially with the information Faith had found having rang true. He takes note of the empty wine bottles on the far counter as they reach the kitchen and reminds himself that, while it would seem John is overdue for another lecture on his vices, it’s not why he stopped by the ranch. No, reminding John of his purpose can be dealt with later. There are more important things in motion.

“I needed to ask you about Deputy Walters.”

“Joseph, I already told you I haven’t seen her in my territory in weeks. Last I knew of, she was in Faith’s region likely taking a trip though the bliss. In fact, it’s likely she still is.” John laughs, as if he finds the situation to be endlessly amusing, and casts a glance towards Joseph. “I’m certain I can’t tell you anything you don’t already know.”

“Did she look familiar to you at all during the arrest?” Joseph prods, fighting to keep his expression neutral. It’s not like John to mock the steps those who would be saved must take to be welcomed unto eden. To find humor in what they must do, is to find humor in the project as a whole. 

Joseph doesn’t like this side of John, not at all.

“I was a little more concerned with the fact that you were being arrested to really focus too much on the myriad of people who came to take you away. Are you trying to get at something specific here, Joseph? Because as I said before⏤”

“I urge you to take this seriously, John.” Joseph’s voice is even, but holds an undercurrent that brooks no more nonsense. No more games, no more snide remarks. He will have the truth, one way or another. “I need you to think long and hard about Deputy Isobel Walters. Have you ever seen her before? Perhaps before I found you in Atlanta?”

John falls silent for a time and Joseph sees the flicker of recognition is gaze before he breaks into his signature smile...  And just when he has hope that John will finally tell the truth… He lies— sending any sense of relief Joseph had plummeting into the depths. “No, I can’t say I have.”

Joseph closes his eyes and takes a breath, reminding himself to be steady and calm, placing a hand on John’s shoulder as he leaves his youngest brother with a rather chilling statement. “I do hope that’s the truth, John.”

“Of course. Would I lie to you?”

Joseph’s footsteps falter, if only for a moment, the photo of the deputy and her young daughter— the spitting image of John, with the exception of her eyes which no doubt matched Isobel’s— burning a hole in the pocket of his pants. 

The answer, of course, is yes. 

Yes, John would lie to him. 

In fact, he’d just done so and would no doubt continue to do so even if given every opportunity to face the truth head on. It’s more than troubling— the way John seems to delight in the hunt for the deputy… and the way he refuses to acknowledge the truth. Is it some kind of spite that makes him act in such a manner? Or perhaps… something more? Does John know he has a daughter?

No, he can’t. If he did know, there’s no world Joseph can comprehend in which John would leave his offspring by the wayside. 

Perhaps it is no more than another obsession. A conquest and the deputy the prize to be won. Still a bit of a troubling thought, but not one they cannot overcome with time. 

[author-a-holmes]

Hello I thought I'd just send a sneaky ask back to you~ I've been poking around your blog and your main trilogy sounds fascinating! Could you tell me a little about the fey? What are they like? Or about what makes them special? Be as detailed as you'd like, no rush!

Thank you hun! Apologies about the delay responding, I'm genuinely terrible at remembering to reply to asks <3

The fey! I loved developing the Fey of Arbaon for this series. I really wanted them to be the opposites to the vampires, so I began by figuring out what skills or abilities I wanted the vampires to have.

Once I'd hammered that out I realised that most of the vampire's abilities in Fey Touched were physical skills. Strength, speed, better vision, and they were fuelled by blood. Another physical thing.

So I focussed the Fey's powers in the intangible. Telepathy, Telekinesis, Creating Wards. Connections to animals or plants.

The only real "physical" ability they have is their ability to fly, and it's exclusive to female fey. Only the women are born with wings, which are based on those of a Bumblebee. I chose Bumblebee wings because they can hover and fly backwards, and I wanted the fey to be particularly manouverable in the sky.

Disclaimer: Answered August 10th. Scheduled for September 3rd.

[beeapocalypse]

artfight attack of bartholomew for @ghostlygooberart :-)

[vics-pics-jpg]

Westmount Park, Quebec.

[howifeltabouthim]

I'm sick of thought. I want something palpable and beautiful . . .

Catherine Lacey, from Biography of X

[yujateaandpi]

y’all just— thinking about how excited Stanley must have been to host the twins— Alex says he smokes cigars but he doesn’t smoke once in the show— has a beer gut but he only drinks sodas in front of the kids— doesn’t swear when they’re around which must have taken INCREDIBLE effort— Stanley Pines, known crook, buying pancake mix at the supermarket and many bottles of syrup— learning to cook basic healthy meals and burning so many of them before he gets it right— buying new sheets, new mattresses— avoiding bunk beds because it reminds him of Ford— looking at the attic room he made wondering “is this enough will they like me”— trying to act aloof at the bus stop so he doesn’t betray the fact that he was there hours early— watching them goof around and thinking of New Jersey beaches— then the first night they’re there, he watches them debate running away and only stay because Mabel shook a magic 8 ball. That must have kept him awake all night.

[leregirenga]

Si, soñar que vuelves ya no alcanza, mejor has realidad ello, vuelvelo un hecho, algo tangible, algo que yo pueda disfrutar y sentir conmigo, sentirte conmigo de nuevo. No te quiero solo en sueños, te quiero en mi día a día, en mis noches y a todas horas. Despiértame del marasmo en el que vivo desde que tú no estás, regresa y permite que vuelva a tocarte, abrazarte, besarte, acariciarte y contagiarme de tu peculiar y hermosa sonrisa. Leregi Renga

[kalevala568b]

I LOVE this scene so so much. 😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💙🤍 You can feel it, you can literally feel Haruki's heart.

Motojima Junsei and Kamimura Kenshin in OUR YOUTH • 未成年～未熟な俺たちは不器用に進行中～ (2024)

[malakkc-poetry]

First Place for a collaborative poem,

[beeapocalypse]

artfight attack of judas for @havranil ^_^