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[by Joshua Dover]

mtthwclmnt asked: Mr Edmondson, what happened with The Dream Merchant? I can't find anything after issue 3.

nathanedmondson:

Neither can we.  I know issue 4 is complete but we lost contact with the artist in Russia before he sent use the full res files.  No kidding.  We’re working frantically to get the last issues to you one way or the other.

scotianostra:

To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough
Wee, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie,  O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!  Thou need na start awa sae hasty,  Wi’ bickering brattle!  I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee,  Wi’ murd’ring pattle!  I’m truly sorry man’s dominion,  Has broken nature’s social union,  An’ justifies that ill opinion,  Which makes thee startle  At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,  An’ fellow-mortal!  I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;  What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!  A daimen icker in a thrave  ‘S a sma’ request;  I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,  An’ never miss’t!  Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!  It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!  An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,  O’ foggage green!  An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin, Baith snell an’ keen!  Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,  An’ weary winter comin fast,  An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,  Thou thought to dwell- Till crash! the cruel coulter past  Out thro’ thy cell.  That wee bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble,  Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!  Now thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble,  But house or hald,  To thole the winter’s sleety dribble,  An’ cranreuch cauld!  But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,  In proving foresight may be vain;  The best-laid schemes o’ mice an ‘men Gang aft agley,  An’lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,  For promis’d joy!  Still thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me  The present only toucheth thee:  But, Och! I backward cast my e’e.  On prospects drear!  An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,  I guess an’ fear!

https://www.facebook.com/cuckoosbakery

scotianostra:

To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough

Wee, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee,
Wi’ murd’ring pattle!

I’m truly sorry man’s dominion,
Has broken nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An’ fellow-mortal!

I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
‘S a sma’ request;
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss’t!

Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin,
Baith snell an’ keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,
An’ weary winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell-
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro’ thy cell.

That wee bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble,
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter’s sleety dribble,
An’ cranreuch cauld!

But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an ‘men
Gang aft agley,
An’lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!

Still thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me
The present only toucheth thee:
But, Och! I backward cast my e’e.
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!

https://www.facebook.com/cuckoosbakery

(via scottishlandscapes)

Adults struggle desperately with fiction, demanding constantly that it conform to the rules of everyday life when the answer is obvious to the smallest child: because it’s not real.

Grant Morrison

J. R. R. Tolkien on escapism in “The Lord of the Rings” (x)

“Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisioned by the enemy, don’t we consider it his duty to escape?…If we value the freedom of mind and soul, if we’re partisans of liberty, then it’s our plain duty to escape, and to take as many people with us as we can!” 

-J.R.R. Tolkien

(Source: thestoriesthatmatter, via lberry6595)

francavillarts:

SHAZAM!
Captain Marvel by Francesco Francavilla
Hope everyone is having a great Sunday :)
Cheers,FF

francavillarts:

SHAZAM!

Captain Marvel by Francesco Francavilla

Hope everyone is having a great Sunday :)

Cheers,
FF

Jarlshof, Scotland.

3 months ago

cutiewill:

lumos5000:

EVERYONE CAN GO HOME NOW. THIS ONE WINS. 

we’re already home

(Source: gingerwhovianrobotskeleton, via lberry6595)

englishmajorhumor:

The humanities matter.

englishmajorhumor:

The humanities matter.

(Source: lexicalklutz, via lberry6595)

neongenesisevangaylion:

NEW noise canceling headphones that are so good at blocking out sound that they even prevent you from listening to your own music, forcing you to bask in the whispers of the forgotten gods until you begin to hear your own brain falling apart as it descends into madness

(via lberry6595)

sunkelles:

the fact that the real world could have involved dragons, unicorns, magic, time travel and insane adventures but instead has things like taxes is why i read so much

(Source: onceinsideatardis, via lberry6595)

nypl:

Did you miss NYPL’s event with Neil Gaiman and Molly Oldfield on Sunday? If so, we have a treat for you! The audio recording is now available here, on the Library’s website, and iTunes U! Listen as Molly shares the story of her book The Secret Museum and the fascinating world of unique and rare items at museums and libraries around the globe, including NYPL’s collection of Dickens material from the Berg Collection of English and American Literature, followed by Neil’s dramatic reading of the Charles Dickens’ classic, A Christmas Carol - using Dickens’ own edits for his readings of the novel 150 years ago. 

(via neil-gaiman)

3 months ago - 1094
scotchcornerart:

Chamber from Generation X

scotchcornerart:

Chamber from Generation X

marguerite26:

thesassylorax:

jaclcfrost:

jaclcfrost:

comedy gold

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it just keeps getting better

Owl you can fly

but he can’t knot.

(Source: jaclcfrost, via nataliewritesablog)