ephemerous

anonymous asked:

I need hot, steamy, angsty comfort sex fic post Home Again more than my next breath. Is it too soon or are there just not too many around?

The only one I know of so far is The Oort Cloud by Aloysia Virgata, but I’m a bit behind on my fic reading. A friend of mine also recommended Escape Acts by somekindofseizure, and I know @beyondtherealmofscience7 is working on one, she’s agoodwoman on AO3. 

Here are my usual go-to links when looking for new fic:

The Fanfic folder at Idealists Haven (you will need a login)

The X-Files tag on AO3

Ephemeral Fic

There is also a new blog here for revival fic: @xfrevivalfanfic

Anyone else have any recommendations?

_While We Are Young_

Corentin Schieb

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“Originally from Nantes in the western region of France, Corentin Schieb is a 23 years old photographer. Started as a way to keep memories, he loves to capture the simple life, love, good and bad moments and to share them with the people he loves. To capture the ephemeral moments and the beauty of lost time.

The subjects in Corentin Schieb’s images are friends rather than models, and the situations are mostly made of his adventures, explorations and travels on the road. He’s looking for the raw beauty of the youth through its act of escaping from regular lives, and its idea of freedom.”

it is always okay to walk away, even if it seems like everyone in the world is crowded in front of you hanging onto your every word.

i know that you panic every night, screams and thoughts seeping into your feathery pillow.

you tried to talk to someone who might try to understand.
he told you he loved you,
and you mistook his love for acceptance
and his touch for
understanding.

when you felt hopeful, he told you hope itself was ephemeral.

he turned your still, grey skies to crowded, stormy ones.

he told you your words meant nothing,
and you bit the inside of your cheek because you thought your words were the only things that prevented you from being a complete
disappointment.

you got rid of him.
eventually.
but you still carefully measure and weigh your words in your head before you say them because you remember the moment where he said your words meant nothing.

you go to bed at night,
tears stinging your face,
cheeks redder than the blood that stains your wrists.
ten blankets on top of you to weigh you down, so maybe your body will rock less from the waves of panic that resonate within your head.

there’s a reason midnight feels so warm.

it’s the moment when the clock strikes 1:38, you’re always up at this time. it always starts to get cold right about now.

you shake and you’re sure that if you were able to breathe at all that the air coming out of your mouth would form delicate clouds in front of your face, protecting your eyes from the darkness threatening to consume you.

you thought that getting rid of him would be the end.
but it turns out that he was a graveyard and you weren’t going to rest in peace.

help.
that’s what you need but you’re not sure how to get it because you used to think that his hands on your hips and his tongue against your lips was helping.
but if anything it just hurt you more.
it left you with bruises along your hips and blood staining your teeth.

you went crazy.
you wanted to buy everything and anything to burn it to the ground.
you wanted to see everything around you fall.
you wanted to start a fire with him in the center of it.
because you mistook his love for acceptance and his touch for understanding.

he made you want to die.
but at the same time he made you laugh until your ribs were tough.
but in the end it wasn’t enough.

you started to rebuild yourself.
the roar in your head quieted to a distant humming noise.
a quiet murmur that could barely be heard over your steady breaths.
you even learned.
you learned that relit cigarettes never felt the same and that lighting fires to destroy everything around you wouldn’t do anything to rebuild you.

so instead you walked away.
its always okay to walk away.
you only looked back when you wanted to see the flames dying away, you only looked back to see if he was on his knees behind you, you only looked back to see all the people crowding behind you telling you it was incredibly selfish to run.
but you weren’t running.

it’s always okay to walk away.

—  i always tell myself it’s okay to walk away because i honestly just need to be reminded of it a lot. it’s always okay to walk away.
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The Beauty of Moths is Captured Under a High Resolution Scanner by Jim des Rivieres

Since 2002 photographer Jim des Rivieres has worked with a series of images of moths and butterflies local to the Ottawa area, photographed with a high-resolution flatbed camera.

Impressively real, the artist’s prints have a 3D quality, which demand attention. The texture and every fine detail of the insects is seen under the black background. Its delicate antennas, bodies and perfectly symmetrical wings are exposed for inspection. Featuring moths such as the Luna Moth and the Virgin Tiger moth among many others, he captures the obscure beauty of one of nature’s most dainty and ephemeral creatures.

Rarely seen by the average person in such detail, Des Rivieres gives us access to their sublime beauty. You can find the high-resolution photographs in his Etsy shop.

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The Many Moods of the Ocean Seen at Eye Level Part I by Che Chorley

Award winning photographer Che Chorley has a deep fascination and affinity for the ocean. Chorley experiments with the temperamental subject in its ephemeral and ever-changing environment. He photographs the ocean during various conditions to capture its wild and irregular beauty.

A paradoxical entity, the ocean is know to be both the calm and the fury of Mother Earth. Violent and serene, its heals, nurtures, feeds, but also destroys all in its way. Chorley captures its multi-faceted behavior at eye level to capture the relationship between the sky’s soft hazy hues, which also change according to the ocean’s mood from gloomy to a cotton candy pink sunrise.

The duality of the sea is expressed through a multitude of images, which display drastic changes of its movement, color and strength. Both a vulnerable and rigorous force, Chorley’s seascapes expose its mighty beauty.

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The Rubicon The Raft of Lampedusa Jason deCaires Taylor

Spanning the seabed, near Lanzarote, Spain, the main installation, The Rubicon, features an assembly of 35 figures walking towards a gate — a point of no return, or a portal to another world. A second installation titled ‘The Raft of Lampedusa’ depicts a haunting representation of the ongoing humanitarian crisis, with a boat of figures desperately waiting for treatment and aid.

Taylor’s art is like no other, a paradox of creation, constructed to be assimilated by the ocean and transformed from inert objects into living breathing coral reefs, portraying human intervention as both positive and life-encouraging. Nothing can quite do justice to the ephemeral nature of his art; for each actual visit to his sites is both unique and subject to the dynamic, fluctuating environment of the ocean.

We have previously featured the work of Jason deCaires Taylor including The Rising Tide and Ocean Atlas.

Images and text via Jason deCaires Taylor additional text via

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Environmental Art by Martin Hill

Martin Hill is an internationally recognised communications designer, environmental sculptor and photographer. His photographs of ephemeral sculptures he makes in nature are featured in galleries and international collections and have been published and distributed widely in an effort to increase awareness of the need to align the design of the modern world with nature’s design. 

Living and working near Wanaka in New Zealand, Hill creates his site-specific installations together with his partner Philippa Jones, exploring the topic of sustainability since 1992. 


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Exquisite Flower Bouquet Origami by Lusine Katrjyan

New Jersy based artist Lusine Katrjyan constructs exquisite flower bouquets with the sole help of paper and glue. An expert at simulating the delicate curves of one of Earth’s daintiest creatures, the flower, Katrjyan is a self-professed lover of paper and intricate folds.

Replicating the world’s most famous flower, the rose and others among her work, the artist transforms a flat item into a lush, vibrant unity of beauty. Accurately depicting every part of a plant, from its stem, delicate petals, stigmas and anthers, she creates each figure with no extra folds or errors. She transforms an ephemeral organic object, embedded with profound beauty in our culture into a durable, handmade piece of art. 

A romantic and sentimentalist, she hopes that her designs are given to one’s loved ones during special days. In addition to creating a variety of flower bouquets, Katrjyan designs sumptuous and ornate wreaths and greeting cards, applicable for all holidays. You can find her work in her Etsy shop.

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The Many Moods of the Ocean Seen at Eye Level Part II by Che Chorley

Award winning photographer Che Chorley (previously featured here) has a deep fascination and affinity for the ocean. Chorley experiments with the temperamental subject in its ephemeral and ever-changing environment. He photographs the ocean during various conditions to capture its wild and irregular beauty.

A paradoxical entity, the ocean is know to be both the calm and the fury of Mother Earth. Violent and serene, its heals, nurtures, feeds, but also destroys all in its way. Chorley captures its multi-faceted behavior at eye level to capture the relationship between the sky’s soft hazy hues, which also change according to the ocean’s mood from gloomy to a cotton candy pink sunrise.The results of these images are closeups of the ocean’s multi-faceted moods and colors.

The duality of the sea is expressed through a multitude of images, which display drastic changes of its movement, color and strength. Both a vulnerable and rigorous force, Chorley’s seascapes expose its mighty beauty.

SubmissionFriday: 

 KEVIN TOWNSEND
in ghost time 
2016, unfixed chalk on panel  |  72" X 108"

a durational, ephemeral drawing performance rendering time as a topographical structure through the obsessive accretion of marks. The drawing was produced in Boston and live-streamed to Toronto as part of Duration & Dialogue performance symposium

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Plant of the Day

Sunday 31 January 2016

The colourful new growth of Salix alba var. vitellina (golden willow) has been tied into bundles to create these temporary sculptures at Hyde Hall Gardens, Essex, U.K. The new stems are encouraged by pruning off all the growth to a ‘leg’ (a single large stem, it may have even started life as a hardwood cutting planted in situ) in the early spring before the leaves burst. This is called 'stooling’ in horticulture or coppicing. The technique is used for a variety of species that produce bright stem colour on new growth - Acer, Cornus, Salix, and Tilia - for winter display. 

Jill Raggett

this is probably one of my fav asmr characters from Ephemeral Rift and… i do love those monster hands…
Been meaning to draw this for a while, and I got the process on video so hopefully I can start uploading speedpaints now that I’ve figured out what programs to record/edit with. I’ll post about it when I get it done IF I get it done.
also the details almost killed me detailing isnt my strong point so i really pushed myself with this one… please forgive the artistic liberty i took with some things i cant copy everything perfectly

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Montreal Turns Into A City Of Light And Music Festivities Through Interactive Seesaw Installations

The streets at Place Des Festivals in Montreal will be illuminated and singing in tune to an orchestra of 30 seesaws placed next to each other. The project titled “Impulse” is a public art installation project with playground devices that light up as their rhythmic movements initiate sounds projecting different harmonies. This collaborative scheme has been executed by CS Design and Lateral Office.

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“How to say goodbye: Say it like an amputee, each letter a prosthetic limb. Say it because sometimes two just aren’t enough; sometimes you need an entire bouquet of hands to carry all the love, say it because the love always slips through your thousand fingers anyway, like sand, like floss, like water, like a song. Say goodness. Say grace. Say thank you for holding my hair. You held me when I couldn’t stay upright in the storm of myself. Say sorry for the mess. Say goldenrod. Say goose-feather. Say it with all eight muscles of the tongue, as if their leaving was a soft language that didn’t bite back. Say loving you has been the greatest kindness. Say I’ve carried your salt in my wounds. Cradled your heart in my gullet like a prayer, a sacred thing I was too afraid to want or release; say I release you. I deliver you now into the arms of the one who will love you best. Say beauty. Say bless. Say their name, one perfect time while it still belongs to you. Say it even when they refuse to say yours, your name shattering on the hardwood floor of their rejection, their name in your mouth like glass. Names of blood and names of fire. Names that burn when swallowed. Say it with your last breath. With your mouth of insatiable fury. Hungry as the sea, their name a kind of drowning.”

That documentary was honestly so great. 

Even if i hadn’t known Dan I would still be just mind boggled by all these teams and people who had such big dreams and firm beliefs about something that is so ephemeral and him really relating to their situation made it so much better. 

That was a great documentary Dan well done :”)