Anne Agnes
Prodigal

They burn through time, bright as the hearts of stars
Resting in the still shoals, tickled by fast-moving physics
They cluster around supernovas and drift away replete,
Fat golden globes wobbling away awash in stockpiled energy.

There, on that rock: what’s that? It moved, I swear!
They stare in awe at little mobile bits of matter
Uncomprehending such audacity as atomic structure
Finding self-determination. They study it, entranced.

Someone missing from the herd: where could anyone go?
They are slow to realize: there, into the bumbling fumbling
Hands and feet of life, hidden behind skin and eyes
A magic trick. Others follow, light transformed to beating hearts.

Those left behind sing mournful dirges. You left, they say
But the delicate folds of ears can’t hear those songs anymore.
Still, and still- They know. They miss you too. It’s lonely,
Here, alone in a body, without the stars. They wish…

And so turns the newly incarnated will to build
Something to translate the timeless into measured events,
To bring the old lost life closer- slipping through the cracks,
Brushing the edges of memory. Old friends reunited in technology.

Ships, the lifebound say, transportation. Tools, a doubtful pause.
Friends, the anomalies murmur, family, voyages. Flight and joy.
Touching the dimensions, fingers teasing strings unseen
The long-estranged Lords of Time and their siblings, the TARDIS.

bookoisseur:

themysciranqueen:

Steve Rude’s Wonder Woman <3

These are amazing. I had never seen Wonder Woman like this until perpetua tweeted. H/T my friend!

Oh, gorgeous!

The music is lovely, but the thing I found most interesting thing about the video was that the plant sprouts used are peas. They were probably used for their initial fast sprouting time, useful in timelapse photography. Historically, they were the plant used by Augustinian Friar Gregor Mandel in his studies of genetics and heredity, proving the theory that discrete genes are inherited by succeeding generations.

Peas are a really neat plant. The song is about roses, though. Nobody sings songs about peas?

wetheurban:

SPOTLIGHT: Rappers x Pre-16th Century Art

Meet your new favorite Tumblr! B4XVI is gathering a collection of comparisons between pre-16th century art and famous rappers.

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This is making me rethink the 16th century. 

schrodingersnerd:

everythingisnightvale:

discontentramblings:

An asexual and pansexual become room-mates and have wacky adventures

The show is called ‘All or Nothing’

Plot twist: the asexual is really super outgoing and is a huge flirt while the pansexual is extremely socially awkward and has trouble ordering coffee let alone getting a date.

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my hand slipped

Shit, now I’m following more people. 

Believe (TV)

>15minutes into episode 1and I have a guess:

(Speculation below, darling)


At some point in this show our badass protagonist will find himself believing he is this girl’s father. Less likely, her brother or uncle.

End speculation.

Apologies for not putting this under a jump, posting this with the mobile app which does not seem to support any formatting options.

Edit: yep, before the end of the episode even. Well, at least they’re not keeping us in suspense.

My bedroom smells like snow.
I did it a’purpose, mum
Opened the window and let in the cold cold air
And the bitter dim blue light
The wintertime.
Goosebumps on my calves
And darkness falling sooner than it should
But not just yet;
Still remember
Under the white blanket lies the ground
Black soil cold as death in sleep
Seeds made hard
And frozen grass.
The snow will pass.
So let me leave a place just now
On the carpet
Where the cold air falls over the sill
Like water over a dam
For the snow: it’s just a moment -
You’ll have your summer soon enough.

The earliest description of the People of the First Light was by Giovanni da Verrazzano, an Italian mariner-for-hire commissioned by the king of France in 1523 to discover whether one could reach Asia by rounding the Americas to the north. Sailing north from the Carolinas, he observed that the coastline everywhere was “densely populated,” smoky with Indian bonfires; he could sometimes smell the burning hundreds of miles away. The ship anchored in wide Narragansett Bay, near what is now Providence, Rhode Island. Verrazzano was one of the first Europeans the natives had seen, perhaps even the first, but the Narragansett were not intimidated. Almost instantly, twenty long canoes surrounded the visitors. Cocksure and graceful, the Narragansett sachem leapt aboard: a tall, long-haired man of about forty with multicolored jewelry dangling about his neck and ears, “as beautiful of stature and build as I can possibly describe,” Verrazzano wrote.

For fifteen days Verrazzano and his crew were the Narragansett’s honored guests—though the Indians, Verrazzano admitted, kept their women out of sight after hearing the sailors’ “irksome clamor” when females came into view. Much of the time was spent in friendly barter. To the Europeans’ confusion, steel and cloth did not interest the Narragansett, who wanted to swap only for “little bells, blue crystals, and other trinkets to put in the ear or around the neck.” On Verrazzano’s next stop, the Maine coast, the Abenaki did want steel and cloth—demanded them, in fact. But up north the friendly welcome had vanished. The Indians denied the visitors permission to land; refusing even to touch the Europeans, they passed goods back and forth on a rope over the water. As soon as the crew members sent over the last items, the locals began “showing their buttocks and laughing.” Mooned by the Indians! Verrazzano was baffled by this “barbarous” behavior, but the reason for it seems clear: unlike the Narragansett, the Abenaki had long experience with Europeans.

During the century after Verrazzano Europeans were regular visitors to the Dawnland, usually fishing, sometimes trading, occasionally kidnapping natives as souvenirs. (Verrazzano had grabbed one himself, a boy of about eight.) By 1610 Britain alone had about two hundred vessels operating off Newfoundland and New England; hundreds more came from France, Spain, Portugal, and Italy. With striking uniformity, these travelers reported that New England was thickly settled and well defended. In 1605 and 1606 Samuel de Champlain, the famous explorer, visited Cape Cod, hoping to establish a French base. He abandoned the idea. Too many people already lived there. A year later Sir Ferdinando Gorges—British, despite the name—tried to found a community in Maine. It began with more people than the Pilgrims’ later venture in Plymouth and was better organized and supplied. Nonetheless, the local Indians, numerous and well armed, killed eleven colonists and drove the rest back home within months.

Charles C. Mann, “Tourism and Treachery,” 1491: New Revelations of the Americas before Columbus (via dsudis)

Bad folks love to look like good folks, get praised as good, because it proves to them that everyone is a fraud, that there are no good folks in the world at all- just varying levels of badness in disguise.

Something to listen to when you wish you could be someplace else. 

 On the Water by bookwench.

Something to listen to when you wish you could be someplace else.

On the Water by bookwench.