this is just a strange picture

I’m in the middle of some emotional turmoil for personal reasons + wondering how to cope with something I’ve just discovered that might explain years of feeling strange, out of this world, stupid… :)

I’m also overwhelmed by all these pictures on my dashboard - too many, I don’t know how to deal with this anymore. So many, so much quality, so time-consuming, so much beauty :)

I need a break. And leave with this “ugly duckling” metaphor. And with much love and admiration for you all :)

Oh well, just as Terminator said : “I’ll be back” :)

Leotavian for @lgbtqpjo‘s 3k week Slash Sunday (specifically a post-apocalyptic au)

“So, let me get this right. You’re dating a stubborn bounty hunter who’s a known murderer and wanted criminal. The same one who was hired to assassinate you just a few months ago.”

  Leo clapped his hands together and grinned broadly, “Yep.”

i probably should’ve saved this one for tuesday but im impatient so nope. it’s based off a fic i’m writing which,, really strange plot, it’s complicated and i don’t even know where it’s going

“Sam and the Tabby” - Digital Oil Painting

“I know it’s a little strange, for the guy who flies around like a bird to own a cat, but I found him setting off a perimeter alarm while on patrol. He was all thin and sick and, well… I got attached. And hell, I’m down for irony. So, yeah, the Falcon has a cat.”

Sam is a soft touch for poor, neglected creatures turning up on his doorstep. He lets the cat chase Redwing around for fun and exercise.

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Kent is colourblind.  So he has no real concept of why everyone is so freaked out by what his anime-trash eyes do.

Alexei gets this idea to photo Kent every time his eyes change colour, then on his birthday he makes a collage and surprises Kent with those colourblind glasses.

They spend a day outside checking everything out (Kent may or may not cry a few times, and spend about two hours in a park, then another hour going through his gallery of Kit pictures).

After Kent’s Bday dinner Alexei takes him by the hand.  “I’m have one more surprise for you.”

Then he pulls out the photo album he made, complete with portraits of Kent he’d taken over half the year and shows him what everyone is on about.  “Is not so strange, just different.”

Kent goes through it all, then just looks up slowly at Tater and whispers, “Oh my god.  What the fuck.”

When something doesn’t make sense in a fictional setting, we often jokingly say “a wizard did it” - and in gonzo fantasy settings like the default milieu of Dungeons & Dragons, it’s often literally true. A lot of strange phenomena and outlandish creatures are explained away as experiments by ancient wizards.

It strikes me, however, that saying “a wizard did it” doesn’t just explain away the phenomenon - it also conveys certain assumptions about how it came to be.  When you picture “a wizard did it”, you’re almost certainly picturing a bookish nerd conducting bizarre experiments for the sheer hell of it.

How does the implied method and motive behind the creation of the phenomenon in question change if we swap in some other sort of magic-user?

For example: a witch did it.

A warlock did it.

A sorcerer did it.

Heck, a magician did it, even!

No pictures, unfortunately, but Tycho and Refurb just had their annual vet checkups.

Tycho’s test results confirmed him to be A Good Boy in perfect health.

Refurb was taken from the room by a vet tech to have blood drawn while Tycho was being checked out. She was gone for the entire appointment, which the vet said was strange. When the tech returned, the vet asked if Refurb had been much trouble, to which the tech replied “Well, at least she didn’t get any of us.”

She specifically said “any of us” because it took three vet techs ten minutes to subdue this 9-pound, three-legged cat to the point that they could draw her blood. Not. A. Happy. Kitty.

anonymous asked:

All the mentions of darkroom photography and silver nitrate burns and The Sight make me wonder - do photographs taken on film and developed in the darkroom show things Differently than digital photos? If so - do they show the true forms of things, or are fae and otherworldly things just... not present. Are they so inimical to strange metals and chemistry that it just can't capture them? Or does the presence of otherworldly things leave strange smears of light and impossible exposures?

There is no real rhyme or reason to what happens to pictures of fae on old film. Digital cameras … somewhere in all the metal and electricity is a quiet negation of unreality that renders the world entirely mundane. But darkroom photography can capture the fey sometimes - sometimes as they are, sometimes without the glamor (entirely too spindled and predatory), sometimes as bizarre distortions that come up again and again in your dreams. Photos of the fae have a Wrongness to them, but in this particular case it’s the Fair folk who seem more disturbed and shaken by being captured in an image than the photographers seem to be at having taken it.

it is very strange to live with anxiety because it’s living on thin ice. even in the strongest of happy moments, you can’t experience the delight because you are rushing ahead in your mind, picturing the future where it all comes crashing down on you. 

you can’t risk not being prepared. what if you get blindsided again. what if tomorrow isn’t the same. what if today is just setting up how bad tomorrow will be. what if. what if. what’s coming?

you don’t want to be hurt. but it means you never know how to be happy.

So, here’s where we are in Ghoul School:

The gang just made it inside the mansion, and met the lady whose design and shape reminds me of –

–Gossamer from Bugs Bunny for some reason.

Anyone else? No? Just me? Alright.

They meet this thing, which looks like strange The Rescuers + Rouge the Bat crossover fanart…

…which promptly turns into a vampire girl. 

Y’know, just like all mousebats do.

The vampire girl is also purple. 

I… really don’t know why.

The vampire girl is also immediately presented as gratuitously sultry for being in a kids movie, and I really, really don’t know why.

Understandably, Shag and Scoob seem more freaked out by that than the fact that she’s a vampire, and their reaction is pretty priceless. Commercial break begins.

Phew, six whole days of posts done! Ghoul School sure has had a ton of material to work with. 

How far through are we, again? 45 minutes? An hour?

*checks video player*

7 minutes?!

Oh my. This is gonna be interesting.

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I’m not quite sure what I set out to do when I took these photos. I know it’s been a while since I took any, and I know these certainly aren’t showing off the flexibility I typically do. But maybe they don’t have to. Self image is a funny thing, especially when life isn’t going the way you might have planned. Health is a precarious thing. Even when you try your best, sometimes you’re hit with something from left field that you never saw coming. Everyone else is planning for the holidays and new year’s, and here I am waiting for the most important scans of my life (up to this point anyway) on 12/30. 2016 is going to keep me guessing right until the last second. 

2016 has been a hell of a year for all of us. Sometimes all you can do is take the punches as they come, regroup and plan for the future- whether that future is tomorrow, next month, ten minutes from now or 10 years from now. Stay true to yourself while reinventing the things that have to change as life happens. You are no less you for doing so.

And when things are this uncertain on all fronts, all I pray for is the ability to face it with grace. 

This au or crossover (I don’t know how to call it ) is quite strange

Yuuri and viktor are completely out of character I know that there aren’t any similarities between these 4 people (thanks god there aren’t ) I just wanted to try to redraw this scene because when I saw it for the first time it was really intense But I could never picture yuuri and viktor in a story like killing stalking I wasn’t sure if even post it online because I guessed many people wouldn’t like the idea ( and I totally get it) but I worked many hours on it The only thing I want to say is: don’t take this drawing too seriously I just did it for fun

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Couldn’t help myself, I just HAD to do this. 

Well, some of these references are obvious, while others may be a stretch…

1. Yuuri Katsuki - Yuzuru Hanyu

2. Viktor Nikiforov - Evgeni Plushenko

3. Yuri Plisetski - Mikhail Kolyada (except he is a nice guy actually, lol)

4. Otabek Altin - Denis Ten

5. Guanhong Qi - Han Yang (also can be Jin Boyang, not sure here)

6. Seung-gil Lee - Kim Jin-seo (lol, I just suck at Korean male figure skating)

7. Kristoff Giacometti - Stephane Lambiel (wasn’t sure because of such a difference in looks, but hey, you see those eyelashes?!)

8. Chulanont Phichit -  Michael Martinez (well, this one’s solid 100%)

9. Kenjirou Minami - Shoma Uno

There are also Canadian and Italian skaters in the anime, but I couldn’t find any pictures. Though I believe them to be Jeffrey Buttle and Ivan Rhigini respectively.

Still strange, that France and USA were totally ignored.

Kate Stewart's home life

So now that Jemma has said that Kate is married to a woman here is my head cannon on how the show presents it. The Doctor will land the TARDIS in Kate’s home and just waltz into her room and tell her to get up for some kind of emergency. Kate will spring up (preferably without a shirt clutching her sheets) and then her wife will pop up (also holding up said sheets) asking who the strange man in their bedroom is. Poor Bill would be so confused with this being her first meeting of one of the most powerful women on the planet Earth. I kinda picture the wife being played by Catherine Russell, but that is wishful thinking. If they actually show any of Kate’s personal life we might finally find out the name of this mystery second child.

Originally posted by scriptscribbles

So I got this idea because from what I have been told there’s a lot of different Japanese writing styles…

Can you imagine the day winding down and Inuyasha and Kagome aren’t married yet but she’s back from the well and they’re all sitting around after dinner and as it looks like everyone’s about to head off to sleep, Kagome crouches down next to Inuyasha and looks around suspiciously and whispers a tad too loudly (so Miroku accidentally hears):

“Hey, psst…”

“Hm?” And picture Inuyasha bursting with blushes at the seams cause she’s like a hair away from him.

“You wanna…you know do that thing later.”

“Wh-wha-”

“That thing we do alone-”

“Yes.”

And Miroku is just like: 😳😳😱😯🤔😏🤗

So on his way out he’s nudging Inuyasha in the ribs, wiggling his eyebrows, and Inuyasha is the completely oblivious coconut he always is and stares at him really strangely.

Anyway later on Inuyasha and Kagome go off alone and do that “thing”:

Kagome pulls out all her notes and ink and spare paper and teaches Inuyasha how to write. And they sit together really close by the fire and sometimes Inuyasha learns and sometimes Inuyasha just watches her and pretends to.

“So I know you know how to write your name, so let’s do my name-”

“I know how to write your name.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.” And he’s distracted with his nose deep into her notes and missing the way Kagome is like 😚😚😚

“You know how to write my name…”

“…yah, I just said-”

“You know how to write my name 😊”

And he finally looks at her and the face she’s making causes him to stuff his own face back into her notes cause he’s not a half-demon, he’s really just a grumpy bashful tomato.

“Oí, stop looking into it; I know how to write Shippo’s too.”

But it’s only because he had asked Shippo in the first place how to write Kagome’s 😌

Strange
the way we decorate pain
as if that is the only way to be noticed.

We place pretty bandaids on our bloodied wrists,
and Lisa Frank stickers on our suicide notes.
We take pictures of our crying eyes,
add a dreamy filter,
and call ourselves sad angels.

Is there a moment that goes by in any of our lives
where our pain can just exist without its costume?
Where it is dirty and raw and gross?
Will anyone notice or even care
when we are visibly broken,
but it is no longer beautiful?

There is some sort of stigma
against a real and raw suffering.
People only seem to pay attention to us
when we dress up our feelings
in frilly dresses,
angel wings,
and lace underwear,
with a quote about death down below
in the photo description.

When will we feel safe enough
to let ourselves simply
Be?

—  Ayla Mae, Decoration