Killian Jones, Emma Swan and the nuances of deeply emotional love-making.
A psychologist’s POV on why this particular couple hinting at sex riled up an entire fandom.
So what was it?
We have all been exposed to TV sex and (I assume) most of us have been exposed to a certain degree of personal intimacy with a significant other in our lifetimes. I’ve been witness to some unbelievably explicit TV sex myself, but I can say that not once before in my life, has the notion of an OTP “getting it on” made me daydream anywhere near as hard as Hook and Emma did last night with only the hint of post-climatic morning sex taking place on a kitchen table. I was emotional. (A bit hot n’ bothered too, but mostly emotional).
But why? What is so different about these two??
When we think about how things got started for this particular couple, it’s been a struggle for both, one in which many of us can maybe relate. Maybe you’re the lonely girl who lost faith? The guy who lost everything and is terrified of ever embracing love again? Maybe you’re both. all I can say is, we as humans have ALL felt this way, some maybe on one particular situation and some others could be facing ongoing faith trials in their lives. Regardless, seeing that an orphan and a bucaneer can find home, stability, and happiness is an overwhelming slap in the face. It’s super easy to throw the towel in; staying on the road and fighting, that’s what’s hard!! So to find these two connect that way, it’s almost like finding our own answers on the pages of a book. It’s almost therapeutic (though it would be completely unprofessional of me to say CS is a replacement for therapy, should you need it, lol), and this reaches very deep for some and many.
Now about the sex… why does this particular fandom crave to see them show at least a certain degree of sexual intimacy?
Killian’s question “Have you ever been in love?”, comes into play here. Have you ever been in love? because if you have, you will know very well how sex can change and solidify a bond between two people who are already developing such a strong connection. On a chemical POV, sex is basically a survival tool, designed to make us want it to the point of it being damn near unstoppable and thus guaranteeing reproduction. But there is something more: The bonding. The magic of Oxytocin, where your brain releases such unbelievable amounts of the stuff you find yourself suddenly unable to be without that other person. You find yourself even MORE joined together after sex than you did before, even when you didn’t think it was possible.
There is a huge huge HUUUUGE difference between the gratifying satisfaction that comes from casual sex and the overwhelming sense of completeness, peace and togetherness that derives from lovemaking, both individually and as a couple. Just think about it for a second: Love-MAKING. You are MAKING love. Making it. You are enacting love with all you have: Your body, your soul, your everything. You can only say “I love you” so many times before you feel like those words alone just don’t cut it: You want to become that person, be a part of his or her body, to be as close together as you possibly can, to find a way for your souls to commingle and embrace without the limitations of physicality. Is there physical desire though? Of course there is, we are also biological beings with a libido that needs a release. But when you are in love, there is another fuel behind it, a fuel that is not necessarily derived from just the attraction of “banging a hot guy or girl”. No matter what that person has done or what he/she looks like, you desire that person. You start to overlook the flaws, physical or character-wise, and you look deeply, into that person’s very soul, the soul you want to touch and be a part of… the person you LOVE.
So have you ever been in love? Have you ever made love, or been made love to? If not, you will know it when it happens to you… and if you have, then you will know exactly what I’m talking about.
Killian Jones was the first to fall in love in this situation. He suddenly found himself being rescued from a darkness he never believed could be overcome and there, at the end of a dark, dark tunnel, stood one Emma Swan. He felt intrigued and followed her into the light, only to find himself helplessly drawn to her on a much deeper, spiritual level. His way of proving himself to win the heart of the woman he now unquestionably loved was through loyalty. Unbarred, undeniable loyalty. And for a woman who was used to abandonment, finding a solid rock beside her who would be there for her regardless of the consequences was easily the biggest brownie point in her Captain Hook tally. Now they’re together, finding ways of fighting for that love and to keep it strong, burning hot and always beautiful.
Love-making is the next logical step; these two kids have desire for one another (that they’ve actually had for a long, long time) and while I am sure that they have already done the deed before the glorious little nuance from last night’s show, for us to witness that intimacy, that strength and that bond, is almost a reminder that there is a love strong enough for all of us, and that when we do find it, we have to hold on to it, tooth and nail, because regardless of it being an ever after love or a love affair that lasts less than what you hoped for, true love is solidified through unstoppable, devoted, deeply emotional and romantic sex, whether it’s slow and passionate or fast paced and fiery. It’s just that last bridge to cross to entirely become one with that other soul you love so much.
So there it is, kids. Hook and Emma love each other. And to many of us, this almost flawless, picture perfect version of what love could be (and actually really is with all it’s ups and downs and fights and blowouts and great, great sex) is what we all aspire to achieve at some point with our significant other. And what a fine example they are!!!!
7 Moments In ‘The Wizard Of Oz’ That Still Make Us Howl And Clap And Buy Land And Go To Sleep
Almost 80 years later, this film classic still gets us hooting and slapping and purchasing and dozing!
1. When the color kicks in: No one who’s seen The Wizard Of Oz will forget their first time watching vibrant Technicolor bloom across the screen when Dorothy finds herself in Oz. Even watching today, it’s impossible not to start screaming and applauding and bidding on tracts of Alaskan hinterland and nodding off as she takes her first steps into that fantastic land.
2. When Dorothy oils the Tin Man: The chemistry between those two still pops off the celluloid, and watching their first scene together, we just can’t help but let loose awful window-rattling whoops as we frantically bat our palms together and pour our inheritance into acre after acre of worthless property and then promptly lie facedown and faint dead away. No matter how many times you watch it, it still has that effect!
3. When the trees start hurling apples: As soon as that first apple is hurled, we’re already hoarse from the involuntary animal cries tearing out of our throats. The callouses on our palms have been torn back open from blow after blow after blow, and we’re tearing splinters out of the floorboards with our knees as we clap and howl and writhe. We sound like an a cappella group freaking out on salvia. Not only that, but we’ve also bought up every foreclosed farm we can get our hands on and capped it off by plunging deep into a dreamless void we’ll have to claw our way back out of if we ever want to escape.
4. When the flying monkeys show up: If you ever see us snoozing on the floor of the bank, clutching dozens of land titles to our chests in throbbing pink palms or hear our guttural roars wafting out of long-vacant lots, chances are we just caught a few frames of flying monkeys. That’s really all it takes.
5. When the real wizard is revealed: The moment when Dorothy & co. reveal the man behind the curtain is a stone-cold classic, and just like it must have for audiences in 1939, it never fails to start us screeching and windmilling our arms and bowing and mortgaging our homes and burying documents and discovering inner stillness and getting shot by rifles and overheating and sinking. If anything, watching it with modern eyes just makes us buy land and sprint and pulsate and crawl under our bed and pass water and declare bankruptcy all the more! Any Oz fan knows the feeling well!
6. Whenever Toto’s on screen: No one put this better than the late, great Roger Ebert in his Wizard Of Oz retrospective: “Whenever Toto comes trotting on by, I find myself having fallen fully asleep, and yet I’m shrieking and shrieking so hard that my head freely whips around on my limp body. It’s not long until my hands begin pouring every cent I’ve got into deeds for uncultivated French hills, stopping only long enough to slam into each other over and over and over, the dry thwack of flesh on flesh commingling with my increasingly ragged yelps and yawps, and god help me, but I’m not stopping till Toto’s long gone!”
7. When Dorothy sees her family again: Gets us loud, thrashing, prosperous, and comatose Every. Damn. Time.
I’ll preface this by saying two things – 1) I have yet to attempt to create these boxes, and 2) There is a third box – but one I do not intend to share. I do not uphold the Crede, nor fear the wrath of Karma – but the third box would undoubtedly bring down a maelstrom of horror on any who dare use it incorrectly. Hence… why I’m not including it. Tender eyes and what not.
To create these boxes, you will first need a few supplies:
(2) Boxes – of equal size would be ideal, but I would not think necessary
(1) Divider – as one of the boxes you will be compartmentalizing
(3) Separate Colors of Paint (at least) – one of which MUST be black
Salt – quite a bit, an entire carton or more, depending on the size of your box
Hair and Blood – your own
(2-3) Stones – regular, run of the mill stones would be best – larger than a quarter
Paintbrushes and whatnot
(Optional) Broken Mirror Pieces
Begin, first and foremost by prepping your paint: for which you will need your blood and your hair. Burn the hair and collect the ash, add this to your second color (i.e. not black) – in the photo tutorial, this will be marked in red, You will also need to add your blood to the same paint as your hair. While not necessary, it is strongly recommended that you add the blood. And you’re going to want to add at least a drop or two… or three. Mix thoroughly. While the paint shouldn’t spoil, I would recommend doing this just before the ritual, so everything is still relatively fresh.
Take your first box and paint the interior black – this will act as your Trap Box. It will be the one used as a snare to collect unsavory spirits of many kinds. As for this part, it works just as any trap box would. Lure/command the spirit into the box, wherein it will be trapped, yadda yadaa. You will be using a Trap Sigil in the box – feel free to design your own, for this tutorial, I’ve elected to use this:
Since you’ve painted the inside of the box black (and yes, that is an important step), and added the blood/hair to a second color, use the third (here, white) to paint in your sigil. Shown here is just the flat bottom of the box – if you wanted to use the same symbol, I would make sure to bring the lines up the edges to the mouth – perhaps even continuing them onto the lid.
When the white has been painted and had time to dry, dip your finger into the red paint and mark the center of the sigil. It is now sealed to you.
On top of the box, you will be painting a “lock” sigil, but also using the red as a sort of guide – which I’ll explain later. For this design, the top of the box would feature (the main image above):
(Note: I used a white background, but if I were to make one, I would undoubtedly paint the entire box black – then paint in the sigil with white. Notice, also, that the tridents overlap the hand print. The painting process would go: circles/rings, hand print, trident – for which I have my reasons)
(It would also be at this point that you might affix your broken mirror shards inside the box – making sure not to cover the sigil, but filling in along that inside edges and the inward facing part of the lid would be both interesting to look at and useful for containing the spirit).
For now, this box is complete.
The second box is where things get a little more complicated. As I said, youll need a divider of some sort to section the inner compartment in half. It needs to be sturdy. This is a crucial divide and you would not want any commingling between the compartments!
Again, I’d suggest painting the inside black, as well as the divider.
This shows the four inner walls of the left compartment. In all honest, it doesn’t matter which side is which – but does matter that the red, hatched circle is on the divider. Feel free to switch sides, just make sure the red is on the divider. For now, disregard the above fingerprint, as this related to the stones, which we’ll discuss later. Do not stamp it. Do, however, paint the above symbols on each “wall,” then fill the compartment with salt.
This, obviously, shows the other half – again, the circle that is not like the rest goes on the divider. Do paint the symbol fixed in the bottom of the box – as well as continue the same symbols (the “starred” circles) onto the inside of the lid, by either doing one on each half or one large one across the entire lid.
At this point, the construction of both boxes is complete. Feel free to decorate the outside of the “Filtration” Box (box #2) however you so desire.
Now this is where things get fun! Take one of your rocks (we’ll be calling this the “Evil” Rock) and stamp the same finger print as you did on the inside of the first box (hence why the fingerprint also appears in the first side of the second box – as this is where it will eventually go!). At this point, you will also want to make a separate (easily repeatable) symbol on the same rock. This symbol will pair it with the “Good” Rock. Of course, now recreate the symbol on the Good Rock.
In essence, what you’re doing is setting up a proverbial circuit. The first box ensnares the spirit – which is then drawn through the coordinating symbol (in this case, your fingerprint) into the first compartment of the corresponding box – the one filled with salt. The circuit continues, of course, with the second symbol on the Evil Rock, which leads through the divider to the Good Rock.
Theoretically, this sort of “filtration” process should cleave the entity into a Dark and Light aspect – (this factors into my beliefs that “evil” does not exist outside of the human perception and is thus a creation of the human psyche – thereby, this process should leech this “evil” from the host spirit and keep it trapped within the first rock, while the “good” – or rather, the purest essence of the spirit is transferred into the “Good” Rock, from whence they should be released.
The same rocks should be usable for quite a few spirits, but as I mentioned, you should free the “purified.”
For information on my personal beliefs in regards to the Trap Box – briefly touching on the Soul and the Spirit and whether or not it (ethically) should be used, see:
(Beliefs Behind the Trap Box) – which basically means read before you try to send me any flack!
The above photo? My friend and I, happy, soaking up the sun’s energy and each other’s energy.
The other night, a doctor in the emergency room that I work with said that I radiate light, and he can tell that I’m well connected to my surroundings. Little did I know that he meant it literally. We’ve been discussing photons emitted by human bodies. How he thinks in terms of science, doesn’t necessarily “believe” in God, but thinks that the world gravitates around the concept of light. Another doctor, an atheist, has discussed the Higgs Boson with me, saying that he thinks we have been looking at this from the wrong angle. He thinks there’s a correlation between particle physics, subatomic particles, light, photon emission, biochemistry, happiness, and our health/existence in general. He even, in a way, thinks of light, if anything, as “god”. Which I find absolutely intriguing.
I’ve spent the past several hours reading about Nobel laureates, physicists, and even MIT’s take on photon emission; but doing my best to stay away from nutty quacks, who’s explanations have no scientific basis. Here’s a research article, beginning with Planck himself:
“I regard consciousness as fundamental. I regard matter as a derivative of consciousness.”
The development of quantum theory in the early twentieth century and the elegant Einstein equivalence established once and for all that matter is energy. Perhaps this led Einstein to state enigmatically in 1916: “For the rest of my life I want to reflect on what light is.” David Bohm (1980) also saw all of existence as an unending sea of light, a “holomovement” in which matter is a crystallized form of light. We too are left to reflect on what light itself is. Biologic science has been slow in the uptake, failing to appropriate the implications of quantum physics, and attempting
to abstract bodies from their greater matrix of energy. Medical researchers and practitioners need not repeat this mistake, but can and should appropriate the knowledge of this dynamis for the healing sciences.
Researchers in the biologic sciences are beginning to come to terms with a complementary model of biologic functioning pioneered by Gurwitsch et al. (the Vernad-sky-Gurwitsch-Bauer school). Gurwitsch (1944, 1948) introduced the concepts of the morphogenetic field (1944) and mitogenetic radiation (i.e., ultra-weak photon emission from living systems). Research continues with the work of Popp (1992), Voeikov (2000), van Wijk (2001), and others. It is a brave new world wherein the basis of life is located in the world of biophotons, electron excited states (EES), and quantum coherence; biologic systems functioning as lasers (Korotkov, 2002). At a deeper level, a truly holistic approach requires vacuum biophysics (Bischof, 2000) where the potential is as important as the actual (Dürr, 1998). These perspectives portray the body more as an energy biocomputer (Gariaev, 1994; Hurtak, 1973a) than a molecular machine. A system operating in nonequilibrium thermodynamics (Beloussov and Popp, 1995; Prigogine, 1967), it is understood as open to fields and energies that from the contemporary human perspective may seem new. These fields include consciousness fields of a mind reality operating beyond the functions of neuronal interactions and microtubule structures (Stapp, 1993).
These new fields and new energy realities that have awakened human scientific curiosity are more than passing energy phenomena; in a deeper sense they reflect the structured processes of multiple-body-vehicles that already exist within the biologic complex of the human being. This paper looks at the interplay between the two: the consciousness and material realities. For if these other models are true, holism will come to have an even more expanded meaning, and holistic medicine will be compelled to include the many subtle consciousness and energy fields that interpenetrate and commingle to form the totality that we call the human being. In so doing, medicine will evolve to draw on the full healing power implied by the insight of physicist Bernard d’Espagnat, who said: “The doctrine that the world is made up of objects whose existence is independent of human consciousness turns out to be in conflict with quantum mechanics and with facts established by experiment.”
Light, energy, electromagnetic waves, vibrating the atoms that
constitute our bodies. E=mc^2. We are made of matter and matter is
When you wake up, go perch outside and soak up some sunlight. Turn off Netflix. Look up at the stars. Embrace those around you. Anyway, I love you guys. I know i’m not on here as much as I used to, but I’m still here. Curious as ever.
Falling in love is like friendship on fire:
Aquarius, Leo, Gemini
Falling in love is like your boner gets a brain, like a heart orgasm that just won’t quit: Scorpio, Pisces, Aries
Falling in love is wanting to fix and resolve instead of simply walking away: Gemini, Sagittarius, Libra
Falling in love is chemicals in the brain telling you this person is good to commingle your genes with: Capricorn, Virgo
Falling in love is like your chest hurts a fucking ton whenever you see, hear, or think about that other person - except you like the feeling, and it kinda buzzes all the way up and down your spine and the back of your skull: Cancer, Taurus, Libra, Aries
So I’m taking a different approach to finishing this story. Instead of writing a monster chapter, it’s easier for me to do chunks of it at the moment. I’ll post every 2000 words here, and when it’s complete I’ll post it as one continuous chapter on the archives. Just seems easier for me. Hope you like this one! 4.2 isn’t far behind… Let me know what you think!
What the fuck am I reading? I toss the book
aside and try to forget about the alien species commingling with human women as
they take over the world with their disappearing magic lube, never-ending
sexual appetite and nanocytes that heal the bruises they leave behind from
their love-making. If it can be called that.
None of that garbage is going to help me write
the next scene. The scene. The one I have zero experience with. Every
time I sit down to write it I get nervous and edgy. But I need something
written down that at least Peeta can make changes to. He won’t be much help to
me this week since he’s busy finishing up an art project that’s due at the same
time. I told him not to worry, that I would wrap things up on this end so he
could focus elsewhere.
This is Loki. He hangs on my bag … which is also why he’s sort of beat up (sorry, little dude).
I’m not a pop culture pagan (although, I love ya’ll). MCU Loki and Thor are not who I see when I visualize my gods.
But you know what?
Seeing my key chain reminds me to pray. It reminds me to commune. It reminds me that my god is near.
With every new MCU movie involving the Norse pantheon there is this … amazing rile up. People just about go to war– getting mad because people found the pantheon through the movie; getting upset because they’re commingling MCU imagery and characterization with historical lore; etc.
It’s okay for people to learn, you know. It’s okay for pop culture to lead people to a spiritual path.
When I was in my early studies over 20 years ago, you know what brought people into the New Age section of the book store and libraries? Hocus Pocus, The Craft, and Charmed. Then came the Buffy the Vampire Slayer witches because Willow. I even knew some people who started studying the occult because of Bride of Chucky.
Pop culture is exposure. People want to learn more about what they’ve been exposed to. They want to find out what’s real out there, and reach out to touch some things.
A lot of the same people get bored and move on with their lives, never picking up another occult/New Age book, doing another ritual, or saying another prayer.
Others however, stay. And they learn deeply and worship heartily. They become steady members of the pagan communities. Some of those folks are even embarrassed to admit that a movie brought them to their lifelong religion.
All of that was to say, relax. Try not to completely obliterate the new people who will ultimately flock in. Let them do a little window shopping. If they want to learn, they will pick up the resources, and if they just want to come and play, then shoo them away from you, and let them know that you are not willing to take your personal practices and play with them.
But don’t work yourself up into a lather because you’ll never get from underneath the inevitable continuation of pop culture exposure.
I’m not saying this so much for them as I am for you. Be good to yourself.
“It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream–making a vain attempt,
because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that
commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of
struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which
is of the very essence of dreams…No, it is impossible; it is
impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s
existence–that which makes its truth, its meaning–its subtle and
penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream-alone…”
Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
Down the hall the vending machine hums, mixing with the muffled voices of the nurses and their shuffled steps on dull linoleum. Sparse fluorescent lights illuminate the corridor in a dim gloom. Everything seems distant and lost in reverie. An odd atmosphere in contrast to Tooru, running on thin nerves and cheap hospital coffee for two days now. The empty coffee cup in his hands is long useless. Turned and switched between restless fingers until the thin plastic budged and snapped.
(Sorry this isn’t very long. I thought it was a good stopping point. I hope your hearts shatter with mine! :’) )
”There are times when the greeting is more painful than the goodbye.” —————————————————————————————————-
The object Patton clung onto for dear life was none other than a book from Logan’s room, with his old ice blue tie sticking out of the side of it. Virgil and Roman watched in sheer horror as Patton continued rocking back and forth, trembling with sorrow. His actions progressively got shakier with each wave of tears that hit him. Eventually, Virgil could not take anymore of this.
With no words, he gently but firmly grabbed a hold of Patton’s shoulders and brought him into his cold embrace, the book now being squished between the two aspects. Patton began to quiet his onslaught of wailing and froze in the arms of the anxious side. Roman didn’t dare move. He didn’t have the strength even if he wanted to, but once the moral aspect had stopped sobbing, the whole void’s atmosphere suspended as if it was frozen in time.
The torn cardigan still lay on the ground, next to pool of tears and the shattered spectacles. Virgil noticed these things as he looked at his surroundings, taking in everything to account. Suddenly, he felt something jab into his ribs sharply. Looking down, Patton was moving the book between them, trying to dislodge it. Anxiety reluctantly made some space between them allowing Patton to pull the object out and show it to him.
It was the first time he had seen the emotions fear and sorrow commingling at the same time in the father’s eyes. The look they shared at that moment, confirmed Virgil’s worst fears. Solemnly, he tore his gaze away and down to the book that Patton was now silently handing him. The hug finally ended as Virgil’s hands carefully grasped the worn edges of the book.
Just from the looks of it, he could tell it was a diary or journal of some sort. Before opening it, Virgil beckoned the fanciful aspect closer to him and all three sides sat on the ground in a position where they could each see the contents of the journal. The silence continued to circle the air, until the book was opened to the page the tie had marked. At that point, Virgil breathed in deeply before speaking the words on the page.
Tuesday. Seven Days before Thomas’s Surgery.
Hello Patton, Roman, and Virgil. This is Logan speaking…er…writing. It is the night of when the following information had first been revealed to me. To put it simply, The frontal lobe of Thomas’s brain is failing and it must be removed. The problem of this is that all of Thomas’s memories are stored in the frontal lobe. Every fact and situation that resides there will cease to exist in his mind. Because I am the embodiment of his facts and experiences, by inductive reasoning I will cease to exist in his mind. If I were…emotional…I might even go as far to say that I have failed, because if his brain has malfunctioned, then I have malfunctioned.
I am not sure what to make of all this information and I did not want you all to ‘freak’ about what was going to happen. Thomas asked me to hide this information from all of you. It did not seem logical at first, but now that I that I can predict how each of you would have acted had you all known my time was running out, it seemed like the best option. So, I took the information from the main room and hid it elsewhere. And that is why none of you will have recollection of these events stored in the disk located in the back of this book.
(It seemed as if this next part had been written not long ago. The ink was still somewhat fresh.)
If there is one thing I ask of you all though, please read through my writings before watching the footage yourself. This book contains my thoughts and processes as Thomas goes through his last seven days being ‘himself’. Yes Roman. I know it might be boring to you. But, I believe this is important information that needs to live on, especially if Thomas has any chance of reclaiming his lost memories.
By the time you all read this, however, I will be…dead…as a clear and simple way to put the inexistence of a being that once lived. I am mainly writing this introductory because I would like to apologize to all of you for my failure. My failure as a logical aspect and a failure to Thomas. I realize that this is a bodily malfunction and maybe not necessarily a thought process problem, but I am unable to decipher between the two at the moment. Perhaps, these accounts will give a clearer perspective on why I acted the way I did this past week. I will agree it was out of my character, but I did it because…well…I will let all of you put the pieces together. Call it my ‘so called’ death wish that my fellow aspects-er…family would like to enjoy this final puzzle in spirit…with me.
I do not like goodbyes, so I will say hello. I am now a figment of the past. You can choose to remember me or not. Even if you drop this book in the void when you are finished with it and forget I ever existed, it won’t matter, because I will never exist to Thomas again. But, because you are still reading and are clearly interested, please turn the page and join me, as we take a look into this past week from my point of view…
We with our lives are like islands in the sea, or like trees in the forest. The maple and the pine may whisper to each other with their leaves. But the trees also commingle their roots in the darkness underground, and the islands also hang together through the ocean’s bottom. Just so there is a continuum of cosmic consciousness, against which our individuality builds but accidental fences, and into which our several minds plunge as into a mother-sea or reservoir.
Little feet be damned, she was really making the car move at an alarming speed. He hadn’t seen her like this. She was angry and her responses were terse. Well, he had seen her like this before but her don’t mess with me attitude had never been directed at him. As much as he cared to admit, he was worried and maybe even a little scared that his actions had pushed her away.
DUDE HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT THE WILDWOOD THING? do you know if its true cause i love laika and wildwood and it would be great if it was a thing
I HAVE heard about Wildwood! There’s an article (from 2011, mind you) on LAIKA’s official site that talks about it:
SEPTEMBER 7, 2011: LAIKA has optioned Wildwood, the debut HarperCollins children’s novel written by Colin Meloy, lead singer and songwriter for The Decemberists, with illustrations by award-winning artist Carson Ellis. The announcement was made today by LAIKA President and CEO Travis Knight.
“Wildwood is a marvel, an exquisite, staggering and lyrical work of art,” said Mr. Knight. “It’s an uncannily perfect fit for LAIKA, commingling the time-honored qualities of classic fantasies and fairy tales with a bold, contemporary sensibility. Colin’s captivating, melodic prose and Carson’s gorgeous, spellbinding illustrations form a rich bounty of ideas, language and imagery. Wildwood is a wonderful work of literature, and LAIKA is fully committed to honoring it with an exceptional, groundbreaking film.”
Two hundred years
after the birth of naturalist Henry David Thoreau, his writing continues to
challenge us to be better observers of animals, plants, weather patterns, sounds,
Concord, Massachusetts native would insist that such emulation occur outdoors,
selected quotes from his works can add much to our appreciation of details
preserved in museum exhibits.
for example, Thoreau’s precise word-rendering of a subtle shade of color. He
described the plumage of a great blue heron’s wing as “a tempered blue as of the sky and dark water commingled.” In Population Impact, museum visitors can verify
the accuracy of the poetic description while viewing the great blue heron
taxidermy mount displayed in the third-floor exhibition.
challenging exercise involves viewing the recently restored, century-old diorama
of nesting green herons now displayed at the first-floor level of the Grand
In an 1840
journal entry about observing a green heron along a New England river, Thoreau
expressed envy for the wading bird’s experience of the world:
“It has looked out from its dull eye for so
long, standing on one leg, on moon and stars sparkling through silence and
dark, and now what a rich experience is its! What says it of stagnant pools,
and reeds, and damp night fogs? It would be worth while to look in the eye
which has been open and seeing at such hours and in such solitudes. When I
behold that dull yellowish green, I wonder if my own soul is not a bright
invisible green. I would fain lay my eye side by side with its and learn of it.”
Patrick McShea works in the Education and Visitor Experience department of Carnegie Museum of Natural History. Museum employees are encouraged to blog about their unique experiences of working at the museum.
Lately I go to this Christian coffee shop to write, so I’ll be writing
scenes about dad/son four-ways (that’s two dad/son couples commingling)
while milquetoasty-hot guys with big butts in their khaki pants study
their bibles at the table next to mine. Just doing my part for society, I
In 1993, seven students from Cooper Union formed an artists’ collective called Art Club 2000 with the help of Colin de Land, who gave them an exhibition at his gallery, American Fine Arts. There, they showed “Commingle,” a series of staged photographs shot around New York City in which all the members of the collective wore clothing purchased at the Gap (and returned shortly thereafter because of the store’s lenient return policy).
Authors Note: Fluff alert. I had a couple of ideas for one shots so I thought I’d expound on my previous work. If anyone has any thoughts, opinions, ideas or requests feel free to message me here or at A03
Sorry in advance for any misspellings/grammar errors. Hope you enjoy!
Leonardo was never a strong swimmer. And yet, he seemed drawn to the ocean in some way. He would walk along the sandy beaches by his home at dusk, stopping to stare into the void a while. The blonde would stand still for minutes at a time, letting the cold water lap at his ankles. Many people walked past him, but he paid them no mind. All he did was stare. Stare, and think. “Something’s out there.” And he would find it.
Leonardo and Ezio have been best friends they were children. But now that they share the same roof, Leonardo finds his patience dwindling when it comes to Ezio being around other females. Why should he keep letting himself get hurt over it?
Leonardo never thought of himself as someone special, until the day he discovered his hidden powers. All of a sudden he was in high demand – especially from evil sorcerers like Cesare Borgia. Will Leonardo be able to survive as Borgia’s captive with the help of his new friends?
Leonardo da Vinci is wickedly clever, amazingly talented, surprisingly devious, and always there to support Ezio in his endeavors, no matter how dubiously moral. It’s never mattered before that he’s an omega, or that Ezio is an alpha. It still shouldn’t matter, except that Leonardo smells so good, and Ezio knows that there’s no one else for him to spend his heat with…
Suburban Neighbors drabble series:
Suburban NeighborsLeonardo may accidentally spot Ezio walking naked in his kitchen. Because these two are dorks.
Uptown FunkLeonardo catches Ezio dancing by his mailbox.
Wind from the gathering storm whistled through the cracks and rent windows of the vacant church, the shadows long and deep from the light of the lantern on the bench at the pew. Lorenzo kept an iron hold on his instinctive fear, willing his fingers away from the silver dagger hidden under his robes. The church had been empty when he had arrived; now a man was leaning against the pulpit, long fingers folded under his chin, his smile amused, much of his aquiline face swallowed by the shadow of a white cowl.
Shaun isn’t an idiot. He is good at connecting the dots, like he imagines the men who thought up the constellations–seeing the whole picture in the lines between the pin points of stars. So it’s pretty easy to figure out that Ezio is head over heels for Leonardo. It’s a bit harder to realize he may be smitten too.
Supernatural/AC crossover where the assassins are brothers in Desmond’s time and have commingled with the hunters. (It’s a big AU, don’t ask lol) They end up playing strip!Never Have I Ever, hilarity ensues.
A modern AU set in the year 2012. Story started being written pre Revelations. After years of running from the Order, Desmond is finally discovered working at a bar in New York City. He’s reluctant to go back to being told what to do, and reluctant to leave one of his favourite surly customers, NYU history major Shaun Hastings. Altair is caught in the middle of what his Grandmaster, Al Mualim, and what his recovering partner, Malik, want from him. Ezio is just busy trying to charm as many people in Manhattan as possible. Che sorpresa!
Main pairing is Desmond/Shaun, with lots of Altair/Malik and some Ezio/Leonardo to top things off.
Desmond Miles is new in school and he has no idea how things work, but he wants Kadar Al-Sayf and he will do anything to get him. Even have some rich idiot pay the scariest guy in the school to take out Kadar’s older brother so they can date.
In a world where everybody is born submissive or Dominant, Altair struggles to find his one true place. Working as a cop in a department surrounded by Dominants doesn’t really help. When assigned to the latest case, Altair doesn’t realize yet that it will change him and his life forever. (Omega Verse shenanigans)
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