My mother grew up within biking distance of Bill Watterson in Ohio and would like everyone to know:
- “Snow Goons” like this are very real
- If anything, Mr. Watterson has toned down the scale and horror of some them.
My mother grew up within biking distance of Bill Watterson in Ohio and would like everyone to know:
Untitled, Photo by Kyle Thompson, 2013
Emil Melmoth
Amy Winehouse photographed by Valerie Phillips - Camden, July 2003
the most devastating 14 seconds of my life perhaps wtf
why is gerri wearing that weird pajama-looking shirt out in the world in 2.06
is it a high fashion thing that i just don't understand
or is it because she wants roman to see her and think of pajamas after tern haven
I always thought this was done on purpose because pajamas are intimate apparel and the whole point of Roman and Gerri's relationship is the constant suggestion of intimacy beneath the surface of what we are observing. So, this outfit looks like a pajama top, even though it's worn out and about which indicates it's not--in the same way that she and Roman joke publicly about being intimate with each other (which they are) but the joking indicates they're not, if that makes any sense. In another sense, they talk business a lot but the undercurrent of the conversations always hints at something that is more, personal, if you will.
Commission for the great @lizwontcry who is full of such good ideas that I'm always happy to draw!❤️
This is amazing!
Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/innaford/3852526430/in/album-72157622128645514/
No. 135
Cranial gorge cranes its head Sweet ennui sings you to death, sings you to sleep Nursed into brokenness Embraces the empty nest Martyr returns to the slaughter The lamb falls asleep at the altar waiting for death The waves are crashing, overlapping Sound of the sea sings your sweet name Ingenue, prey of the feast Taste so sweet She presses her tongue to your ear until you fall asleep The circle encircles the strong As another dies in time the weak will hear the lullaby The haze envelopes so softly The moth bears prophecy in the parable as he witnesses the lion’s defeat The skull resumes its suicide The egg hatches in the palm of the priest Slaughter! Devour! Predator nurses its hunger! Perish! The prophecy lies within I pray, I rage, I cry I saw it all before you did
Source: https://arteos.blogspot.com/2007/12/071215-eths-marseille.html
Source: https://arteos.blogspot.com/2007/12/071215-eths-marseille.html
in appreciation of every fic where Gerri touches Roman's lips
I love this, it's really beautiful!