I am going to try NaMoWriMo, if for no other reason than to get myself into the habit of daily writing. Any advice?

neil-gaiman:

Well done, even if all you’ve done is decide to do it. The best advice I have for you is…

0) Have a story to tell. Know something about it, even if you don’t have it all plotted out.

1) Write every day. Make your word count. Train everyone to leave you alone while you’re writing.

2) Look at the pep talks on the NANOWRIMO website. Here’s mine: http://nanowrimo.org/pep-talks/neil-gaiman

gameraboy:

The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad (1949)

gameraboy:

The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad (1949)

parkingstrange:

livinglightningbolt:

thehijackbunny:

silversteampunk:

I used this image because I’ve seen it posted without a source SO many times.  (I’m looking at you Disney fandom)

Artwork - [x]

I’m gonna go ahead and signal boost the living fuck out of this.

Signal boost the living fuck out of this.
I’m tired of seeing my favorite artists quit (Usually in the anime and Disney fandom) because of unsourced art.

DON’T YOU DARE SCROLL PAST THIS.

very important

abigaillarson:

"There’s an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams,
Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams;
Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey,
And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday.
There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there’s moss about the pool,
And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool:
In the silent sunken pathways springs an herbage sparse and spare,
Where the musty scent of dead things dulls the fragrance of the air.
There is not a living creature in the lonely space around,
And the hedge-encompass’d quiet never echoes to a sound.
As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find
When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind;
I will oft conjure a vision of a day that is no more,
As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before.
Then a sadness settles o’er me, and a tremor seems to start:
For I know the flow’rs are shrivell’d hopes—the garden is my heart”

- H.P. Lovecraft, “A Garden” (1917)

oorequiemoo:

Caught in a web
1909 french postacrd

oorequiemoo:

Caught in a web

1909 french postacrd

iguanamouth:

little witch with iguana familiar, too cute not to draw

iguanamouth:

little witch with iguana familiar, too cute not to draw