Ruins of Sanctuary

Changed my icon to my highly-disapproving-of-everything-and-everyone Transformers OC Skybolt…because if Wickydolly can get away with it, so can I. 

fuckyeahlsddreamemulator:

Fuck Yeah LSD: Dream Emulator Classic Post

fuckyeahlsddreamemulator:

Fuck Yeah LSD: Dream Emulator Classic Post

artifactrix:

sorcyress:

silentstep:

therobotmonster:

moniquill:

siderealsandman:

friendlytroll:

prokopetz:

mikhailvladimirovich:

bogleech:

It’s funny how science fiction universes so often treat humans as a boring, default everyman…

Read this, it makes me so happy. What an awesome concept. 

elisdraws:

Somebody reminded me of how beautiful Land of Caves and Silence was and I had to draw it aaa.
Also I had Equius feelings.

elisdraws:

Somebody reminded me of how beautiful Land of Caves and Silence was and I had to draw it aaa.

Also I had Equius feelings.

ghostphotographs:

This is transfixing to watch. A lot of personal memories and feelings can be projected into vast horizon; seemingly empty yet so full. Pathways seem to open up and speak on time.
It reminds me of something I read yesterday in “Tumble Home” by Amy Hempel, after the character writes of seeing two ghosts (a small girl playing catch with her dog) out a window in London:
"The ghosts I had seen before were at Stonehenge. They were the ghosts of roads -
the long pairs of parallel lines leading up to the site…the roads of prehistory- dents now like the tracks a vacuum cleaner leaves in thick carpet. They made me think of American baseball fields and of the men who mow them daily, crisscrossing the green in different patterns every day, and how- if the home team won- the men would repeat the pattern they had mowed the winning day.”
THE GHOSTS OF ROADS.

ghostphotographs:

This is transfixing to watch. A lot of personal memories and feelings can be projected into vast horizon; seemingly empty yet so full. Pathways seem to open up and speak on time.

It reminds me of something I read yesterday in “Tumble Home” by Amy Hempel, after the character writes of seeing two ghosts (a small girl playing catch with her dog) out a window in London:

"The ghosts I had seen before were at Stonehenge. They were the ghosts of roads -

the long pairs of parallel lines leading up to the site…the roads of prehistory- dents now like the tracks a vacuum cleaner leaves in thick carpet. They made me think of American baseball fields and of the men who mow them daily, crisscrossing the green in different patterns every day, and how- if the home team won- the men would repeat the pattern they had mowed the winning day.”


THE GHOSTS OF ROADS.

So, writing random bits and bobs of stories when I have time between classes and studying has reminded me of four things: how much I bloody love body horror, how much I have come to love and appreciate and like robots, how much I can still freak myself out by writing psychological horror scenes, and, on a much happier note, how much I love height and size differences and gentle giants and snuggles and cuddles and hugs and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. 

winterfellis:

Week36: “Minimalism” by IanSeccombe on Flickr.

parallelpie:

Okay I really like this crossover…. Combination of mostly tf prime designs with some idw bits thrown in.

fuckyeahlsddreamemulator:

Fuck Yeah LSD: Dream Emulator Classic Post

fuckyeahlsddreamemulator:

Fuck Yeah LSD: Dream Emulator Classic Post

cavetocanvas:

Jerry Uelsmann, Untitled (Man With Branches On Beach), 1975

cavetocanvas:

Jerry Uelsmann, Untitled (Man With Branches On Beach), 1975