Tonight, we remember one who lent his enormous talent to telling the story we have all come to love. Hail, the victorious dead!
May the Simbelmynë cover his tomb as it did the tomb of the one he so accurately portrayed.
Bernard Hill Dec 17, 1944 - May 5, 2024
I honestly have to reblog this again to add my two cents.
I work at an archive. We have hundreds of thousands of photographs that would be super cool to publish in different contexts, but we can't, because
This is just how it is. In one hundred years' time (or less, obviously, with older photos) we can publish because the copyright has expired and the people depicted are dead, but right now we just have to put the photo away. Same thing if our customers want copies of the photos. It depends on their purpose, but there is always a chance that we have to say sorry, we can't because we don't have the rights, and we can't gain the rights.
What makes the fucking tech industry so fucking special???
You know that idealized version of yourself that haunts you with guilt about what you haven't yet become?
They didn't show up.
They don't deserve your praise.
The you who is reading this made it here, despite everything.
This you is the garden worthy of your love and effort.
Some fun attempts of the Magic Knights in various stages of armor from my sketchbook.
I’ve been nostalgic for old school Clamp lately, especially Magic Knight Rayearth. It was probably the first manga I read after Sailor Moon.
Eclipse, ink and gelly rolls on 27x36cm paper.
"If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is grass in the beginning." - Vincent Van Gogh
Painting: "Wheatfield with a Reaper" by Vincent van Gogh
commission for @vkiera of Eagle Vision from this adorable new official art. what a couple of cutie pies.
why does this have 32k notes? it’s just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. it’s just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain
no one tell him
This is it, lads. The post that started us on this path 9 years ago.
I sure hope no one told him.
Cephiro underwater
the ‘no beta we die like [fandom reference]’ tags encompass a vast conceptual space, from “i wrote all six revisions myself and may have missed a comma somewhere” to “i didn’t even babysit autocomplete and i will never reread this”
“imagine caring so much about fiction” imagine being so lame that you scoff at the timeless human practice of falling in love with art and stories
