Out To Sea

A Twitter bot by Amy Godliman, Out To Sea posts images of things glimpsed on the horizon.

It reminds me of a passage from Calvino’s Invisible Cities:

Despina can be reached in two ways: by ship or by camel. The city displays one face to the traveler arriving overland and a different one to him who arrives by sea.

The shapes that emerge on the horizon, silhouetted against the sun: are they islands viewed from the sea, or cities viewed from across the desert?  Yes.



with fanart of lego people… This is literally the first digital illustration i’ve done since my latest Hand Fiasco and apparently? not doing digital art for a month or whatever makes your artistic talent build up and when you get back you suddenly understand lighting more and make really nice looking stuff. Huh.

anyway mind your manners joker that’s super rude


Our first cover for Bring me the Horizon’s Drown is now on Youtube.


The first warning yip was followed by a low, burring growl that warned the intruder to stay where he was, on pain of instant dismemberment. I rose and stuck my head out of the office door, to see whether Father Balmain might be braving the peril of the demon once more, in pursuit of his sacramental duties. But the figure outlined against the huge stained-glass window of the entry hall was not the spare form of the junior priest. It was a tall figure, whose silhouetted kilts swayed gracefully around his legs as he drew back from the small, toothed animal at his feet. 

Jamie blinked, brought up short by the assault. Shading his eyes against the dazzle from the window, he peered down into the shadows. 

“Oh, hallo there, wee dog,” he said politely, and took a step forward, knuckles stretched out. Bouton raised the growl a few decibels, and he took a step back. 

“Oh, like that, is it?” Jamie said. He eyed the dog narrowly. 

“Think it over, laddie,” he advised, squinting down his long, straight nose. “I’m a damn sight bigger than you. I wouldna undertake any rash ventures, if I were you.” 

Bouton shifted his ground slightly, still making a noise like a distant Fokker. 

“Faster, too,” said Jamie, making a feint to one side. Bouton’s teeth snapped together a few inches from Jamie’s calf, and he stepped back hastily. Leaning back against the wall, he folded his arms and nodded down at the dog. 

“Well, you’ve a point there, I’ll admit. When it comes to teeth, ye’ve the edge on me, and no mistake.” Bouton cocked an ear suspiciously at this gracious speech, but went back to the low-pitched growl. 

Jamie hooked one foot over the other, like one prepared to pass the time of day indefinitely. The multicolored light from the window washed his face with blue, making him look like one of the chilly marble statues in the cathedral next door. 

“Surely you’ve better things to do than harry innocent visitors?” he asked, conversationally. “I’ve heard of you—you’re the famous fellow that sniffs out sickness, no? Weel, then, why are they wastin’ ye on silly things like door-guarding, when ye might be makin’ yourself useful smelling gouty toes and pustulant arseholes? Answer me that, if ye will!” 

A sharp bark in response to his uncrossing his feet was the only answer. There was a stir of robes behind me as Mother Hildegarde entered from the inner office. 

“What is it?” she asked, seeing me peering round the corner. “Have we visitors?” 

“Bouton seems to be having a difference of opinion with my husband,” I said. 

“I don’t have to put up wi’ this, ye ken,” Jamie was threatening. One hand was stealing toward the brooch that held his plaid at the shoulder. “One quick spring wi’ my plaid, and I’ll have ye trussed like a—oh, bonjour, Madame!” he said, changing swiftly to French at sight of Mother Hildegarde.

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“Shiver” - Kurt/Blaine

from a one-word prompt: “shiver”

Inspired by the recent weather (if you live in the northeast quarter of the States like Kurt and Blaine), here is some silly/smutty/sappy winter Fluff – in which Blaine wants to play, Kurt wants to stay in bed, and everyone manages to get what they want.

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Kurt startles awake at the sound of the wind whipping against the bedroom window, groggily blinking his eyes open with a disgruntled little whine. He’s alone in the bed, though he distinctly remembers falling asleep with a husband-shaped heating pad in his arms. “Blaine?”

Blaine’s leaning against the windowsill next to the bed, silhouetted against the dim gray light and staring out at the heavy snow that hasn’t stopped falling on New York City since yesterday afternoon. His hair is mussed and he’s only wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants. “Morning, baby.”

“It’s so early, why are you up? You know we don’t have to go anywhere today. Everything’s closed.”

“Natural alarm clock, I guess,” Blaine answers. Then he hums, pressing his hands against the windows, and says, “Gosh, the snow is so beautiful when it hasn’t been touched yet.”

“So am – I haven’t been – “ Kurt tries for a dirty joke, but he can’t even piece one together in his sleepiness. He yawns, shivering in the slight draft. “Just… come back to bed, it’s a snow day. Did years of school in the Midwest teach you nothing?”

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Photos of the day - March 16, 2017

A Federal Police soldier runs for cover during fighting against Islamic State militants in western Mosul, Iraq; Cooper, an assistance dog for Philip Eaglesham, left, yawns as Britain’s Prince Harry leads a panel discussion at King’s College in London; snow-covered Mount Etna, Europe’s most active volcano, spews lava during an eruption; Leon the Snow Leopard visits the Melbourne Zoo vet for dental surgery, in Melbourne, Australia; Pope Francis is silhouetted as he leaves after his private audience with Lebanese President Michel Aoun at the Vatican. These are some of the photos of the day. (AP/EPA/Getty/Reuters/Zuma)

Photo credits: (from top) Felipe Dana/AP, Kirsty Wigglesworth/AP, Salvatore Allegra/AP, David Crosling/EPA, Alessandra Tarantino/AP

See more photos of the day and our other slideshows on Yahoo News.

Saying goodbye to winter and hello to spring… As I’ve mentioned previously, as much as I love the aesthetics of bare branches on trees, I can do without the short gloomy days, the long nights and the cold. So this is pretty much the last monochrome shot of bare branched trees I’ll be producing until December. The buds are starting to appear, albeit at different times depending on the species of tree, the days are starting to noticeably lengthen and dare I say it, there are hints of warmth as well:)

Location: Pitsea, Basildon, Essex, UK | Shot: 09.03.17