#writing. photography. all of it

[codaynamics]

if you ever see me reblogging a bunch of a single artist's works, its most likely bc i just found them and i immediately went "OH THIS IS SO GOOD LOOK AT THIS COOL SHIT" and just started shoveling everything into my arms like a creative media buffet for all my homies to eat up

[alchemistmelody]

[batwynn]

One of the top ten funniest/best experiences of being a (any creative field) creator online is seeing someone tag/comment something completely different than the intended message or subject of the art/photo/story was, and it genuinely doesn’t matter if it’s not what you intended for them to experience with the thing because they got something out of it and as wild and out of left field as it is, it’s just… good.

And I don’t mean people who do the willingly misunderstand no reading comprehension and likes to yell at people thing.

I mean someone tagging suburbs on a photo of an extremely rural house. I mean someone writing an entire mini fic about an art piece that is so far from anything you were thinking of when you drew it but it’s got that heart and soul. I mean someone tagging their masc af bestie in a post about sparkly magical girls with ‘this you?’ and you can’t tell if it’s irony or genuine gender fuckery or both. I mean ship or fandom tags from 900 fandoms away on your Marvel ship art. I mean those ‘that’s me’ tags on frog pictures. I mean the seemingly random stories of life events someone went though that are followed up with the person looking concerned in the drive through window jpg. I mean the ‘wish that was me’ tag on an anime clip of someone burning alive. I mean shared experiences and ‘damn bitch you live like this?’

It’s all good. I’m beyond thrilled that you experienced something. I don’t know what it is, sometimes, but that doesn’t matter. You experienced something. And I just think that’s cool af.

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

Welch Family Portrait – Howard Galleries // Temple Family, Lena Ward, and Fannie Wait in Yard at 811 Madison St., ca 1897 – unknown photographer // Growing Sideways – Noah Kahan

[parchmentknight]

hey pal. take a peek at these

[worldbuildingwanderlust]

Like trees

We stand apart

While our roots entangle

Under the surface

[lost-in-fandoms]

https://www.tumblr.com/thicciardo/761905055702122496?source=share

Having big thoughts about Daniel being a photographer and Max being still a F1 driver kajgkajgksjjg. Maybe Daniel needs the money so he takes a job being a F1 photographer and it's not his passion exactly but it pays well. He is going to take pictures of cars going vroom, travel everywhere and being paid for it (so he can take pics of what he really loves. What it is? I don't know).

But he didn't know Max. Like, he was aware that Max was F1 world champion??? But he didn't expect Max to be so breathtakingly beautiful. So maybe he has a little crisis about it. Idksugid. I have to go to sleep but ESIIIIII DANIEL BEING A PHOTOGRAPHER 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Hello lovely I miss you!!! I have been having big thoughts about this since I saw your ask last night, but I only have this little thing to offer. Might revisit in the future because I love this idea very much <3

Daniel doesn't exactly know how he finds out about the job offer. He thinks maybe Blake mentioned it to him, having heard about it from a friend of a friend, but it's not really important.

It wouldn't be a bad gig: being able to travel the world, mingling with famous people, filling his portfolio, and getting paid for it. Sure, cars and millionaires aren't exactly his preferred subjects, but he can look past it for that kind of salary and perks.

So he goes over his CV, trying to make himself sound more professional than he feels, and sends it. You miss every chance you don't take and all that.

He's not expecting to be called back, to be honest. Even fattening his portfolio with all the people photos he has, good or less good, he knows it's mostly wildlife and nature, not exactly what a formula 1 team might look for, and yet, two weeks later, he wakes up to an email with three suggested dates for an online interview and a we'd be excited to offer you a position as soon as possible.

And three weeks after that, he's stepping on a plane, flight fully paid and brain already adding up his new salary to the savings in his bank account.

--

The scanner beeps when Daniel puts his pass against it, a thrill of excitement traveling down his spine at the small sound, and then he finds himself in the paddock.

It's still early, so it's not as crowded as it will for sure become later, but it still makes him think of the savannah, people milling around minding their business, swayed from time to time by the sudden arrival of a celebrity or a driver, circles forming and breaking, flocks in the grass.

It settles his mind to think about this as another wildlife shoot, as if this wasn't a stepping stone towards his dream, but the open door to it already, and he makes himself smile by taking a picture of Lewis Hamilton like he would of a leopard, half hidden behind a plant, light catching his earring like a fleeting spot. Even the cars have something animal about them, growling engines and opening wings, wheels pushing the ground like running deer.

The Red Bull hospitality building (a waterhole, his brain suggests) welcomes him with air conditioning and handshakes, both from people he's met already the one time he has gone to the factory, and from strangers, too many names being thrown at him to try and remember them.

And then there's Max Verstappen.

Daniel hadn't met him at the factory. He knows who he is, obviously. Even if formula 1 isn't his preferred flavor of motorsport, he is not completely clueless about it, and he had brushed up his knowledge before coming here, just to try and make sure he doesn't embarrass himself. And yet, it is different to meet him in person.

Daniel had watched two videos of him to prepare himself: one about his racing, and one interview. The racing had been incredible. The interview had been so awkward and stiff Daniel had spent several minutes looking at the ceiling, trying to think about how to justify his yet-to-be-shot photos being shit without saying your driver is the worst model I've ever seen.

He doesn't look bad, of course he doesn't, he is actually quite handsome, but there's such a stiffness and coldness around him, one that screams rude entitled bastard from a mile away, and Daniel does not work well with that. He has actually been wondering if he had been chosen, with his warm toned photos and his soft focus, just to try and soften his edges a little.

So he's not surprised by the firmness of the handshake, or the quick Max as an answer to Daniel's hello I'm Daniel, it's great to meet you!, both exactly what he had been expecting, but then Max smiles and suddenly Daniel's fingers are itching for his camera.

Max's eyes crinkle when he smiles.

His cheeks bunch up, plush lips stretching wide, the freckle Daniel had already noticed almost disappearing, and suddenly it's prairie crocus in the alpine tundra, color and spring impossibly breaking the cold.

Daniel wants to capture the wrinkles by his eyes in golden light, wants to steal the sparkle in the blue, frame it like sunshine on the ocean, wants to take the blush on his cheek and print it, press his fingertips to every magnified pore. He can't wait to see him put on his helmet, wants to see the arch of his nose framed by the visor.

Suddenly, from mostly neutral bystander, he's turned into avid fan, desperately wishing Max wins, to shoot him through champagne drops.

Maybe this job will be his easiest one yet, after all.

[mercymaker]

His skin felt colder than the fresh corpses littering the ground. A group of adventurers, stupid enough to come for them, to accuse them of crimes they hadn't committed, to name them as creatures, monsters, a plague upon this land.

They had signed away their lives the moment a sneaky tiefling loosened an arrow straight into Astarion's stomach.

And now, in the aftermath of a swift slaughter, the vampire spawn found Maleane smiling as she stood there, drenched in blood, the static of lightning still buzzing around her fingertips.

"Did you hear that? Turns out, you're nothing more than my undead servant, enthralled by the vilest magic in all known land."

She looked down at the man slumped at her feet. Just mere moments ago he had stared at her with so much hatred, so much rage, a sword in hand, ready to strike her down for the mere crime of being born a drow. For fitting the description of someone's worst nightmares. For refusing to help a cause she had nothing to do with. And now those beautiful brown eyes that had radiated nothing but malice were shut forever.

"Why, yes, of course!" Astarion's voice was almost whiny, mockingly reflecting the tone and delivery of the woman who had laid the accusations at their feet. "I am nothing but a mindless puppet, seduced by some horrible hag to do her bidding."

Even without the spawn's horrible history, the remark warranted an eye roll that Astarion was more than happy to deliver. He scoffed, closing the distance between Maleane and him, pulling the sharpened arrow out of his flesh.

"But... I must say that you have something charming about you, seductive even. Maybe you could enthrall me tonight, witch?"

Mal offered a smirk in return, a reflection to his own adrenaline-fueled desire. And who was she to deny him when he looked so enticing, covered in streaks and patches of freshly-spilled blood?

[melit0n]

Nobody talk to me

📸: metalmusemedia on insta

[bigmammallama5]

Speaking of a previous fandom post I just shared: I have Not stepped away from fandom this fall, I’m just dealing with some health stuff and I’ve been pretty short on the energy I usually have. I’m doing okay and should be all the way better soon! But energy has been going to real job and pottery (which is also real gig job with taxable $ involved but pottery is the art form I have consistently fallen back on for comfort the past decade). I still have so much interest in unfinished fics and art I hope to return to in the new year. And I’m still hoping to noodle out some drawpiles with @sango-blep as my body and energy level allow. But yeah, still here just working to keep my nose above the water.

[kindahoping4forever]

📸: Ryan Fleming

[ghostoffuturespast]

Road Rage

[jessieren]

As a continued brain cleanse plus Sunday confessional some of my favourite B&W pics of our boy

As has been noted before.. we needed a noir episode

Season 10 anyone??

Pics by EndeavourNeverland

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

oh my god oh my god oh my GODDDDDD i can’t BELIEVE i found these on my little rainy october thrift shop wander this morning. like, one would have been more MORE enough. but both?? at once??? i am quite simply floating and may never touch back down to earth

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Book Haul: Preorder Edition!

Apparently 1.) I preordered quite a few books and 2.) a BUNCH of them came out in early June. Very excited for these! Now catch me not reading them for months.

[the-lonelybarricade]

Lake sunset ft. my head poking out of the water