re tree

anonymous asked:

"send me a title and a pairing and I will give you the summary of a fic I will never write" - "what a match, i am half doomed and you're semi-sweet", tree bros

what a match, i am half doomed and you’re semi-sweet

It’s not like he’s not not welcome here, he knows that, because Connor invited him to join him - even if was just a simple text saying ‘come over’ - but he still doesn’t feel that comfortable in the Murphy’s house, still feels like he’s going to knock over and smash some priceless Ming vase even though they had no such thing, still not used to the fact Connor’s bedroom just looks bigger than Evan’s living room -

“Do you ever wonder what your funeral is going to be like?” Connor asks, flicking his lighter on and off. On and off. “‘Cause I do. I wonder about it a lot.”

We’re having a Christmas-ween in my house this year because my Ma is The Best.

Christmas-ween, also known as Hallow-yule, is a combination of Halloween and Christmas and Yule. We’re having a tree, with orange and black tinsel with bats on. We’re even getting the spooky bunting I wanted for my bedroom,… I am so excited.

humans are terrifying, and i wrote a story about it

humans look absurdly like predators to the first species we meet. so much so that the standard practice becomes to cover ourselves almost head to toe to avoid terrifying every diplomat we come across. our eyes remain uncovered, but pretty much everything else stays hidden. my story follows a scout group, mix of thrak’yans (a photosythesising species) and humans, when they encounter a predator and are forced to flee. Thrak’yans look vaguely humanoid, but are incredibly thin and fragile - they’re essentially sentient trees. they have pale green skin and what look like long, flowing robes but are actually huge stretches of leaf that they can use to gain more energy from the sun. on their planet, Son’uu, their main predators were hunted into extinction long ago (a prerequisite for their civilisation), but they still have instinctive fear of anything with teeth or fur.


Jess had been training to work on this research vessel for years - learning the language, studying the culture, and prepping for zero-gravity inter-shuttle trips. There was no-one at the Galactic Port readier than she was to leave Earth that day.

Thrak’yans were a skittish race, to say the least. She’d been briefed on all the protocols; as the only human on the vessel, she was to always wear her coverings, reveal her face only in her quarters, speak softly, and move slowly. Giving humans a reputation as the “intergalactic warrior death species” wouldn’t be entirely inaccurate, considering they were the only known sentient predator species in the contacted universe, but it wouldn’t be helpful to their ambitions to enter the senate as a budding quadrant trading power, either.

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Tokyo Ghoul: re [quest] #002  [union]

NOTICE: This translation does not base on original version of the novel (which is Japanese), but on the official Mandarin/Traditional Chinese version. Some contents or meaning may be misinterpreted due to multiple translations between different languages and my personal misunderstandings or inability. Also, since English isn’t my mother language, some grammar mistakes may be unavoidable. Please, do point out any parts you find strange or mistaken.

DISCLAIMER: This translation is for the purpose of my personal language practicing only. I do not own or originally created any contents in this novel. Tokyo Ghoul :re[quest] (東京喰種-トーキョーグール-:re[quest]) is written by Towada Shin (十和田シン), which based on Tokyo Ghoul(東京喰種トーキョーグール) series, the creation of Ishida Sui (石田スイ). Thus, all the rights of this work reserved to Ishida Sui, Towada Shin and the publisher, Shueisha Inc. (株式会社集英社). All the Mandarin/Traditional Chinese version’s rights reserved to its publisher Sharp Point Publishing (尖端出版) and the translator Lai Si-Yu (賴思宇). Please do not rehost without citation or reuse this translation, especially not in the any forms of profitable usages. If you’re interested, buy official copy when it’s available in your region.


Hiding under other people’s wings forever, then you’ll end up achieve nothing, and lose everything

So she raised up her courage, stepped into the shade of the Tree where could never be shined by sunlight, for she hoped she herself would have enough strength to help others.

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November’s Lovely Bones

These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections, sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent, that happened after I was gone.  And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it.”  (From Alice Sebold’s ~ The Lovely Bones)

The quote is from one of my all time favourite books and movies.  If you have not read the book or seen the movie (from 2009), I cannot recommend either (or both) of them highly enough.   They do resemble bones don’t they – giant creaking limbs in a typical cold November wind. 

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Cloud Cover (revisited)

A “ceiling of clouds” for another cloud-filled November day – at least I think it’s day time – haven’t seen the sun for awhile now but I know it’s up there, somewhere, somehow. I mean, that’s a given right – the sun in the day, the moon at night?   And then there are the things that aren’t.  Le sigh. 

 This is a photo taken (from a passenger window) when Spring arrived very, very early one year.  There were so many flowers on the trees and the light on the grass was so perfect and I picked up my camera and clicked on an impulse. There’s a slight bit of motion blur which gives the photo a very painterly feeling.  I remember the day like it was yesterday.  It was a good day and who couldn’t use a whole lot more of those.

dantesinferno13  asked:

Hi, I'm currently working on a forest project, I'm having a difficult time with the detail in bark and leaves. Any tips?

I would block values in first before moving onto greater detail with the bark and leaves. The leaves themselves involve very thin veins, translucency, and often uneven, serrated edges. Bark is rough and sort of random in nature. I suggest trying a few texture studies and looking at how leaves and bark look up close, and then also look at how they look far away.

Helpful reading on painting trees: 

Further Reading

There’s a tree in the forest

That’s carved by the florist

A decoy with nothing to hide


A distraction for monsters

And bodies who wander

From the tree with a girl inside


- Where do you hide from monsters?


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I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:

Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.

Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,

And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a Golden Tree…

From Galadriel’s Song of Eldamar, Tolkien ~ LOTR (Fellowship of the Ring)

Rainy day = a good excuse for endless cuppas and rediscovering LOTR.