a.m.the scrape in the woods could be backhoe noises, mechanical monstersgnawing rusted railroad spikes in cracking teeth, always visiting places wherethe condition stems from an all-encompassing concern with controlwhite-as-bone and somewhere behind the monster must be one. good. man--it is an addiction, chemically twin to methamphetamine, which steal all the syllables and suddenly it is much more poetic and much more illegal;let us pronounce each royal syllable, that fiery instigation somewhere in the gravelly rocks of my throat and behind me in the dark.sometime in their life, the patient learnedthat they cannot control the la
September Poetry: RoadmapsPortions of this text temporarily unavailable.9/16rolling down the hill I hear the wheels hiss and cut in with my heels, brakingslowly, so that the resistance pushing like acceleration on my backand the engine lows like an animal but more perfect, more smooththan anything in nature; it is my father's way to buff the shine andpraise the old cars, knowing each model and why they run and coughthe way they do, the shape of the cylinders. I do not know.'Take your father or your brother with you to the shop', my mother tells me.'Or, make sure they know that you know." I see her in her cloth skirts,maybe they were sewn out of shi
ignition Of all the children found in the backs of cars that year, he was the most beautiful. His hair was soft and inviting to the touch; his eyes had a flat sort of kittenness to them, and blinked languorously but rarely. His gray footie pajamas contrasted gently with the pastel plaid blanket thrown over the back seat of the 1983 Volkswagon Golf. The blanket was lying with two corners falling over the curved bottom of the seat toward the shady floor, and two others stretched and folded up by the bulbous headrests. The newspapers said that children born in '83 Volkswagon Golfs that year would be hard-working, resourceful, and prone to misfortune due
Reach: Noble Six's TruthNoble Six is a good liar. It has always been a tactic to her, just like knowing how to plan out the uses of a battlefield or how to wedge a knife into the weak spot between an Elite's shoulder armor and its back. Shar-B312, after all, is partially a lie anyway; although she can feel the weight of the metal arm at her side, it's not quite as balanced as it should be. No matter what she's doing, she knows it's fake. The rest of Noble Team can't quite see that. Maybe Kat's arm fits better, or maybe she's gotten more used to it. But Shar feels her lips curl in a scowl under her helmet. Spartans don't need the luxury of getting used to things,
Star Wars: On The HuntMaya Jeda stepped over a gnarled green vine and eased into the jungle. The plains of Shili ended abruptly, fields of waving turu-grass cut off by thick-boled trees. Where the occasional birdcall had sounded out there, the riot of sounds stopped as soon as Maya moved further into the jungle. The trees were widely spaced but surrounded by whole ecosystems of undergrowth. Even as she tried to step around the larger bushes and flowers, she heard animals start up again in the distance. There were dangerous creatures on this world; the native Togruta people were fanged and strong. Some groups still hunted akuls in a rite of passage to prove that
Red vs Blue: ReconciliationWashington thinks that there's something to be said for being dead. The Director doesn't know where he is, for once in many camera-infested days. Prisoner 6-19 B has escaped. Officially, he has been listed as KIA, and recovered.Washington sits outside Blue Base on a metal floor, one leg stretched out and the other knee pulled up to his chest. He hasn't quite progressed to being able to relax completely. He's wearing armor that he's going to have to give back to Church one of these days. The sun is shining, which seems to be a standard for simulation troopers. Unless, of course, it's perpetually snowing. The Director made all sorts of worlds
THANK YOU!! i already told you thank you, but THANK YOU AGAIN!
i luuuurv it <3
(btw, kinda odd of me, but the hands look really good >.> )
Thank you. The hands were referenced, so...
Well done with the pose, and the folds in the clothing. And I like the lighting, too. It creates a kind of magical feel to the picture~
(Is your icon of someone sneezing?)
Lighting is hard, but I guess practice makes near-perfect, right?
(Yes. Yes it is.)
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