blind bindings

freezing--fire  asked:

Not to be rude or anything, but that was the end of the comic? It was cute, but kinda anticlimactic. Is there going to be anything else? Because I really love this AU and I can't wait to see what happens.

shit youre right, theres some missing panels

now thats an ending!


A Book of Black Branches

I wanted to express the coming of Autumn, the cold days ahead, but also the warmth of home and the comfort and peace it brings.

There are over 120 individual tooling impressions in this design. The tools were coated in carbon to achieve the contrast and later the impressions were lacquered with shellac.

The journal is available on Etsy:


Deaf and Blind.

I think about such an JeanMarco AU a lot the past weeks but don´t know how to start. (I have no clue, if there is any, but I consider there is definitive something like that out there) And because I am sick and have time (and my brain is full with slime and can´t think straight…) I just give it a try. I worked with deaf teenagers before and I am so fascinated about their lifestyle… I mean, they are normal teens, but the sign language is so beautiful and I loved to look at it. I learned it a bit myself, but now I only remember a few signs -.-;.

So, if there is a deaf Jean, than there must be a blind Marco! :D He is an art student and has the ability to draw amazingly in his own, blind style! He wars his blind binding and sometimes a sunglass. He don´t like to go out and is a little shut in. But Jean often takes him out of his hole and show him all the pretty things, even without seeing. He is shy and don´t talk much. Jean can hear only extremely high or extremely deep tones. Even if he can´t hear Music, he loves to spin the bass in his ears, therefore the special overear-phones. He is wearing a hearing aid, but it is no a real help. He don´t want a cochlea-implant, because he is deaf since he is a baby and there is a big fear. And he thinks that he has fun even without hearing! Jean “speaks” to Marco over writing in Marcos Hand with his fingers (because Marco can´t see signs… and Jean can´t speak so good). This two are the perfect match, when you ask me ;)

I don´t know if I want to make something more out of this pic… like colors or so. Maybe tomorrow, now my ears are like I can´t hear and my head is like a big slime - balloon xD woohooo~

anonymous asked:

any new dominant guk fics?

some of these are already on our blog somewhere but I don’t think they’re in the dom/sub, dom jungkook, or sub tae tags. the first few are the ones that seem to have some angst!

Find the way home by foolishbangtan - “Y'know, pain is something man must endure in his heart. And since the heart feels pain so easily, some believe life is pain. You are delicate like glass. Especially your heart.” “I am?” “Yes, and worth earning my empathy.” “Empathy?” “I’m saying, I care about you.” Taehyung vows to destroy every fallen angel possible, but Jeongguk is adamant on showing him a new perspective.

Assassin’s Order by TaeSyubDKook - CEO Taehyung gets tangled up in some illegal business without even knowing and when Assasin Jeongguk gets assigned to extract information from him after being caught, he realizes in what mess he’s gotten himself into and agrees to cooperate with the assassins, after learning their true reasons, to bring down his uncle’s company. What Jeongguk and Taehyung didn’t expect was falling for each other in the progress.

Cold hands and sleepless nights by tbz - The night breathed with deathless whispers and crawled with the underlying smell of blood. Little wisps of the faintest hints of the metallic tang ghosted through the air at times, but swelled into a leaden blanket of the stench without warning. Taehyung wondered if the smell would go away, too. Or maybe the scent of blood had long since coated the inside of his nostrils and dripped down into his lungs.

Blind me or bind me by AnonymousXJWIFE - Taehyung is just looking for something to fill the empty void in his heart and Jungkook only has money to offer. OR Taehyung offers his body for Sugar Daddy Jungkook. “This isn’t a place where people fall in love”

Gun, Knives and Lace by visbaeallday - Yoongi and Jungkook were a force to be reckoned with when facing their enemies. Throw in a cute brunette who loves to wear pajama pants and suddenly you’ve got two piles of absolute mush.

Daddy’s Lil’ Monster by BloodLikeRoyalty - Jungkook, also known as The Joker, is a notorious mobster that ruled the city of Gotham, and when Kim Taehyung, a man as beautiful as he is crazy, joins him and remains by his side, they prove to be a devastating menace.

You’ve Captured My Heart by midnightgir1 - Jeon Jungkook is an SS class who works for the notorious empire Camorra. After his previous partner was killed in the last mission, he is newly assigned to an S class who goes by the name of Kim Taehyung.

(no smut in this yet but it’s tagged with dom/sub)

All I Wanna Do (Is to Fall In Deep) by Bangtanbananas - Jungkook doesn’t classify his relationship with Taehyung as being “friends with benefits” because they’re not friends— not at all. He doesn’t even know what they are, really; they have sex sometimes, maybe cuddle and they’ve met up for coffee like twice but only because Taehyung refuses to leave him alone.But then he sees Taehyung at the club with another guy, someone who’s obviously not Jungkook.

i want you (deep like the sea) by centurystorm - Taehyung has needs at 5AM and Jungkook might have a thing for rope.

untitled by taekookandco - Jungkook gets rough, just the way Taehyung likes.

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You are beautiful with or without me. I think you need to know that more than how much I love you or how your hands make my skin feel like it’s new over and over again. All those things are important and true and you need to know those too but sometimes life is a little scary and it gets in the way. Sometimes that means that I will not be able to love you forever or that you will not be able to touch me. But what it doesn’t mean is that you’re not beautiful. Not because you’re angular or because your eyes are some colour I can never identify. Not even because you look good first thing in the morning or from whatever camera angle (how do you do that?) Just that there is some brightness inside of you and it is shining and shaking and absolutely brilliant. I hope they never take that away from you or make you forget it. Even if they take me away from you or the way that I’ll look at you like yes, you’re the first thing I’ve ever seen. That you are infinite and infinitely yourself and it is blinding and binding and exists, your own little cosmos, right inside of you, blazing on and on and on.
—  Azra.T., “Baby Universes”
commentary of the soul

camel the lion the child,
I remember those days. meek.
world was what I was told.
blue birds sank among branches.
i sat thoughtless in those rooms.
walls were screaming to grow out my hair
to let everyone know what to think
sink in your seat as I say so surely
that that which I know is the world.
then I had borne
that which I was from then torn.

you wake up one day
the sun an idea in your eye
toss the covers and keep to slumber.
close. blinds that’ll bind.
then one day you write a line
that rights a time.

"i believe in living," Assata Shakur

i believe in living.
i believe in the spectrum
of Beta days and Gamma people.
i believe in sunshine.
In windmills and waterfalls,
tricycles and rocking chairs;
And i believe that seeds grow into sprouts.
And sprouts grow into trees.
i believe in the magic of the hands.
And in the wisdom of the eyes.
i believe in rain and tears.
And in the blood of infinity.

i believe in life.
And i have seen the death parade
march through the torso of the earth,
sculpting mud bodies in its path
i have seen the destruction of the daylight
and seen bloodthirsty maggots
prayed to and saluted

i have seen the kind become the blind
and the blind become the bind
in one easy lesson.
i have walked on cut grass.
i have eaten crow and blunder bread
and breathed the stench of indifference

i have been locked by the lawless.
Handcuffed by the haters.
Gagged by the greedy.
And, if i know anything at all,
it’s that a wall is just a wall
and nothing more at all.
It can be broken down.

i believe in living
i believe in birth.
i believe in the sweat of love
and in the fire of truth.

And i believe that a lost ship,
steered by tired, seasick sailors,
can still be guided home to port.

i am as a balloon, full of self-deflating ambition to rise beyond the atmosphere.

peerlessness producing this

an empty
astronaut, actually
asymptotic, alien, an

outlier of the
human race.

and from this heaven
in outer space:

shadows from
stars seep behind me,
bind me,
blind you all
from noticing the seraphic,
whom i have surmised to be
sacrosanct of cipher; simply put,
the inherently antideific,
that basic human condition— for are we not
merely an image?— grips me not in its
ghastly visage.

emptiness a condition created by shadow;
true rhyme is hidden by darker thoughts

driven by divinity
as i don the mask of mere

What my companions say post Trespasser [TRESPASSER SPOILERS duh]

Solavellan - what companions say post Trespasser

   *looks at Lavellan* Well, this is awkward. Want a hug? No?
   And… there she goes.

   *insane laughter*
   *Lavellan-stern glare*
    Oh yeah and sorry about that whole your boyfriend left you and wants to
    destroy the world thing, or whatever
   *Lavellan throws potatoes at her*

   *smugly stares at Inquisitor*
    Inquisitor: I will murder you

Iron Bull
    Soooo *awkward silence* You wanna talk about it?
    Inquisitor: Nope.
    Iron Bull: Wanna get shitfaced?
    Inquisitor: Yep

    So, that romance novel I was writing about you and Chuckles. He kinda blew
    a hole in my ship.
    *Inquisitor stares at screen like in the office*

    *Both sobbing*
    *Both start cursing Solas furiously*
    *Both start sobbing again and clinging to each other*

      He walked in silence because she wanted to stay
               She kept away the eyes that swallowed
          The monster stalking
             Blinding, Binding

        She gave me wisdom
          The doubt that calls
              It slips piece by piece as her heart falls away

    *Inquisitor huddled in a ball sobbing grossly*
    -I hope I help-
    *Inquisitor pats Cole on the head languidly, still sobbing*


    Inquisitor: Dorian! Calm down!

    CALM DOWN!? Lets get this straight. He broke your heart and left. Was gone
    for two years with no word. His orb was killing you and he never said a thing.
    He says he loves you and magically chops your arm off. He still hangs out in
    your dreams. Oh also, HE WANT’S TO DESTROY THE WORLD! BE CALM
    DORIAN BE CALM! *flails arms*

    Inquisitor: But… I love him!
    *Dorian pats Inquisitor on the head*
    That’s nice dear
    *rolls eyes*


A/N: I have no idea what Mod M has planned for Ian, but even if everything turns out well and Bill is defeated the events of Reincarnation Blues will seriously color Dipper’s relationship with Toby…

The worst part was how innocent Toby looked, especially while he slept. Small, and fragile, and peaceful, as though the universe hadn’t dealt him a bum hand early on in life, as though it hadn’t then proceeded to burn cards right out of his fingers in the years after. As though his soul had never been that of the craftiest demon Dipper had ever known…

Innocent, weak, fragile – someone to be protected and sheltered and loved. But he couldn’t afford to think of the boy that way. Not after what Bill did to him – not after what Bill managed with Ian.

No soul should be able to reach across lifetimes and pull the strings of their future selves. No soul should escape being washed clean in rebirth on purpose – yet somehow Bill had, or so he claimed, and now Dipper wrestled almost daily with the deep fear that he was, once again, playing directly into the other demon’s plans.

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Illuminated Manuscript Koran, Walters Art Museum Ms. W.553, fol.5a

This horizontal-format manuscript on parchment is an illuminated fragment of the Qur'an, containing portions of chapters 4 (Sūrat al-nisāʾ), 6 (Sūrat al-anʿām), 7 (Sūrat al-aʿrāf), and 10 (Sūrat Yūnus). The fragment probably dates to the third century AH / ninth CE. The text is written in an Early Abbasid (Kufic) script in dark brown ink and vocalized with red and green dots. Verse markers in the shape of a stylized letter hā’ and rosettes indicate groups of five and ten verses. The text is framed by later red, blue, and gold framing lines and a polychrome and gold floral border. The black blind-tooled leather binding with central lobed, pointed oval and pendants is attributable to the thirteenth century AH / nineteenth CE.

(Darkness is everywhere via Lucy)


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anonymous asked:

Hey beautiful. I'm in the love with this world and this life, not always but today I am. Do you know any quotes/poems about general happiness or about how lucky we are to be alive. For example I found one from warsin shire about having a hand to hold and the sun rising and that being enough. Thanks love xx

Here are a few of my favorite, life-affirming quotes:

“It’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain, and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.” -Alan Ball, American Beauty

And I said to it: ‘I’ll show you what’s in me. I’ll show you that I know what beautiful is.’ -The Lost Beautifulness by Anzia Yezierska

“And the night smells like snow.
Walking home for a moment
you almost believe you could start again.
And an intense love rushes to your heart,
and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.” -Franz Wright, closing lines to “Night Walk” from God’s Silence

“I’m finding the mercy of God right where I’m standing and its binding, it’s blinding, it’s forgiveness, most of all it’s mine. 
So, tonight I’m gonna sit out on the fire escape eating an apple and I’m gonna nickname the view Eden 
and I’m gonna look up at those tragic stars and their pagan hearts full of mourning and I’m gonna say; 
What a fall, but what light, what impossible light.” -Alysia Harris, Cab Rides and the Morning After 

“When it all goes quiet behind my eyes, I see everything that made me flying around in invisible pieces. When I look too hard, it goes away. And when it all goes quiet, I see they are right here. I see that I’m a little piece in a big, big universe. And that makes things right.” -Beasts of the Southern Wild

“This is what you do: you sing. Every part of you. Your locks of hair sing, your eyes, your hands, your smile. If I listen closely I can even hear your blood.” -Francesca Lia Block

“And suppose tenderness is only a small thing
you could give, simple as a peppermint.
Would you wake with the dread you’ve felt for years?
Or would you remember to feed the lilies
because you’re human and they are alive?” -Jennifer K. Sweeneyclosing lines to “Comfort,” from How to Live on Bread and Music

I’m finding the mercy of God right where I’m standing and its binding, it’s blinding, it’s forgiveness, most of all it’s mine.
So, tonight I’m gonna sit out on the fire escape eating an apple and I’m gonna nickname the view Eden
and I’m gonna look up at those tragic stars and their pagan hearts full of mourning and I’m gonna say;
What a fall, but what light, what impossible light.
—  Alysia Harris || Cab Rides and the Morning After 

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contemporary full vellum binding blind tooled over wooden boards

I can’t help it; I’m transparent
Borderline translucent with a little fluorescence
I’m still gone and everyone knows
That no one knows a thing
And I’m okay with that.

See through concrete distractions
With tangible abstractness
Blind as light, bind like night
Fighting, but no passion—
No passion.

But if fire were water
Then hell would be a little cold,
And the heavens would rain fire;
I’d hold it in my hands. And the liars
would pray to God then lust for worldly power
All because the light got old

There’s a dull ache in my chest
No rest, and I guess tombstones were made
For people like me, for the saved.
Breathing free, binding me
Playing sane with dead names
I don’t know how to play chess
And I’m tired of guessing games—
Tired of tight chains

I know that if the heavens rained fire
I’d burn in the flames of desire to reclaim
the shackles around my hands.
And unable to stand, I would become the flame
And it’d melt off of me
Just so I could reclaim my taken land,
From the liars that would pray to God
Then lust for a worldly power
All because the light got old,
but I’m still fluorescent
Still translucent,
Still transparent.
I still can’t help it and I’m okay with that.