In Search of the Happiness Max
abandonedography:

One of the most interesting and distinctive landmarks of mid-Cornwall, this is the granite outcrop of Roche Rock and the ruins of the chapel perched at the top.
Roche Rock by snowyturner

Roche Rock - wooooooo!
I have been here twice. Once when I was a small child - small enough that the memory of it became mixed with a dream I had about it the following night. In my ‘memory’ we had a picnic on a rock beneath it, then went to climb the tower inside, and were chased by witches!
You can see why I was suspicious of this memory, and by the time I was a teenager had a assumed it was a dream. BUT THEN WE WENT BACK THERE ON A FAMILY HOLIDAY. There were no witches, but you can climb all over this fucker, and there are metal ladders inside the tower to allow you to do this.
It’s a pretty awesome place. It was a hermitage and is in the middle of this vast empty space of flat ground, on an outcropping of rock. Except for the road, it’s ferns and sky in flat, flat land all around, and Roche Rock in the middle of it. Both my father and I drew Roche Rock on the second visit. Alas, I have neither of the drawings to hand, although my dad, who is nifty with watercolours, later painted it, too.
I can see why living alone in such a striking and beautiful place, contemplating the world, and what must be a stunning view of the stars at night, could be a fulfilling life for a hermit.
Also, its name is a tautology: Rock Rock*. So that’s pretty cool, too.
There are a lot of awesome photos/drawings/paintings of Roche Rock on Google image search. You can see the inside, including the metal ladders (which were a lot longer in my childhood dream-memory). Here’s a nice artistic B&W photo of it surrounded by its sea of ferns. A rock you might sit on for a picnic.
Seriously, guys, I would love to go back to this place and thorough recommend it to other people. And it’s not like Stone Henge - you can climb all over that shit - they even made you ladders. It’s just the most spectacular, yet also kind of humble, place.
*It both is and isn’t as silly as it sounds. The nearby town is ‘Roche’, so it’s the striking rocky outcrop of Roche… but one suspects that the town is also named after the nearby striking rocky outcropping, so the town and the rock have come to name each other.

abandonedography:

One of the most interesting and distinctive landmarks of mid-Cornwall, this is the granite outcrop of Roche Rock and the ruins of the chapel perched at the top.

Roche Rock by snowyturner

Roche Rock - wooooooo!

I have been here twice. Once when I was a small child - small enough that the memory of it became mixed with a dream I had about it the following night. In my ‘memory’ we had a picnic on a rock beneath it, then went to climb the tower inside, and were chased by witches!

You can see why I was suspicious of this memory, and by the time I was a teenager had a assumed it was a dream. BUT THEN WE WENT BACK THERE ON A FAMILY HOLIDAY. There were no witches, but you can climb all over this fucker, and there are metal ladders inside the tower to allow you to do this.

It’s a pretty awesome place. It was a hermitage and is in the middle of this vast empty space of flat ground, on an outcropping of rock. Except for the road, it’s ferns and sky in flat, flat land all around, and Roche Rock in the middle of it. Both my father and I drew Roche Rock on the second visit. Alas, I have neither of the drawings to hand, although my dad, who is nifty with watercolours, later painted it, too.

I can see why living alone in such a striking and beautiful place, contemplating the world, and what must be a stunning view of the stars at night, could be a fulfilling life for a hermit.

Also, its name is a tautology: Rock Rock*. So that’s pretty cool, too.

There are a lot of awesome photos/drawings/paintings of Roche Rock on Google image search. You can see the inside, including the metal ladders (which were a lot longer in my childhood dream-memory). Here’s a nice artistic B&W photo of it surrounded by its sea of ferns. A rock you might sit on for a picnic.

Seriously, guys, I would love to go back to this place and thorough recommend it to other people. And it’s not like Stone Henge - you can climb all over that shit - they even made you ladders. It’s just the most spectacular, yet also kind of humble, place.

*It both is and isn’t as silly as it sounds. The nearby town is ‘Roche’, so it’s the striking rocky outcrop of Roche… but one suspects that the town is also named after the nearby striking rocky outcropping, so the town and the rock have come to name each other.

untitled-boy:

Game of Thrones deaths in 8-bits

The Battle of Blackwater, tho.

sophiamcdougall:

rifa:

maxkirin:

So, let me guess— you just started a new book, right? And you’re stumped. You have no idea how much an AK47 goes for nowadays. I get ya, cousin. Tough world we live in. A writer’s gotta know, but them NSA hounds are after ya 24/7. I know, cousin, I know. If there was only a way to find out all of this rather edgy information without getting yourself in trouble…

You’re in luck, cousin. I have just the thing for ya.

It’s called Havocscope. It’s got information and prices for all sorts of edgy information. Ever wondered how much cocaine costs by the gram, or how much a kidney sells for, or (worst of all) how much it costs to hire an assassin?

I got your back, cousin. Just head over to Havocscope.

((PS: In case you’re wondering, Havocscope is a database full of information regarding the criminal underworld. The information you will find there has been taken from newspapers and police reports. It’s perfectly legal, no need to worry about the NSA hounds, cousin ;p))

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HELLO

Bookmarking the hell out of this.

However, I discovered when writing ROMANITAS that saying “I’m writing a book” is actually a magic password that will get you anywhere and make people tell you anything. “Hello? I’ve just cold called you.  I’m writing a book. How would I go about breaking into your building, please? And would anyone be likely to discover me once I was there?” “YOU COULD BE IN THERE FOR DAYS.”

"I need to look around this place." "I’m sorry, we’re closed." "But I NEED to. I’m writing a BOOK." "…Okay, how about I not only let you in but give you a guided tour of places the public doesn’t normally get to see?"

Once, I was in a branch of Boots and for some reason the security guard had decided to loom over me while I did my shopping in a “You look like a potential shoplifter, you shifty so and so” way.  So I made my purchases, came back to him and was llike, “Well, I have your attention anyway. Im writing a book. Will you please tell me how one can disable a security alarm?” And not only was he like I SURE WILL but every time I went back into that Boots he would sidle up to me and tell me how to commit some other kind of crime. It got to the point of PLEASE STOP NONE OF MY CHARACTERS ARE COMMITTING CHEQUE FRAUD. 

I miss getting to do this, it doesn’t come into play much when you’re setting things in space.

Rereblogging for Sophia’s stories - ahahahaha, awesome!

I have too much social anxiety to do this, but still.

Auto-reblog for Raving Maurice.

ericscissorhands:

"Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are built from it."

Love this.

dragonbatter:

totalstarkid:

Can someone please explain this picture to me?

A merman awaits his monster hunter lover for a night of forbidden passion.

dragonbatter:

totalstarkid:

Can someone please explain this picture to me?

A merman awaits his monster hunter lover for a night of forbidden passion.

setszer-gabbiani:

Chain-sword by mrhd
WORKING CHAIN SWORD ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

setszer-gabbiani:

Chain-sword by mrhd

WORKING CHAIN SWORD ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

lglights-is-hiding:

deerhoof:

the future is here and it’s horrible

I can’t stop laughing at this.

Horrible? Are you viewing the same gifs as me? this is GLORIOUS.

thisfeliciaday:

Got to meet @alliebrosh and totally fangirled. Doh.

OMG - the women in this picture…
I think my heart just exploded a little with joy and love and the existence of amazing women who get to hang out.
Also, I am jealous of both of them. But mostly just happy that this happened.

thisfeliciaday:

Got to meet @alliebrosh and totally fangirled. Doh.

OMG - the women in this picture…

I think my heart just exploded a little with joy and love and the existence of amazing women who get to hang out.

Also, I am jealous of both of them. But mostly just happy that this happened.

GIMME ALL THE TECHNOLOGY AND FANTASY ARCHITECTURE ALL OF IT

thegrassthathidestheviper:

ALRIGHT

Well, I’ll go over it with bulletpoints???

  • FIRST OF ALL, Valyrian smiths didn’t work with just hammers and such but also with magic. This is why people don’t know how to work Valyrian steel now, it did not only require forging-knowledge but magic as well. It could not be done with raw material either.
  • Smithing was not the only non-dragon thing the Valyrians used magic for. They say that they used magic with architecture as well and they had special ways of working with stone that didn’t include cutting or chiseling. Valyrian magicians were said to have known ways of shaping stone, like one might shape clay, using fire and magic.
  • It is said that the “topless towers” of Valyria were really beautiful. I have no idea what they mean by that but tbh I think they are actually topless towers so that dragons can enter and exit.
  • THEY WROTE IN GLYPHS!
  • Another architecture of note: They had carved sphinxes which apparently had black faces with garnets for eyes. The green sphinxes on the entrance of Citadel are also from Valyria!
  • GLASS CANDLES. DON’T TAKE MY WORD FOR IT!
  • “The candle was unpleasantly bright. There was something queer about it. The flame did not flicker, even when Archmaester Marwyn closed the door so hard that papers blew off a nearby table. The light did something strange to colors too. Whites were bright as fresh-fallen snow, yellow shone like gold, reds turned to flame, but the shadows were so black they looked like holes in the world. Sam found himself staring. The candle itself was three feet tall and slender as a sword, ridged and twisted, glittering black. “Is that… ?”

    “… obsidian,” said the other man in the room, a pale, fleshy, pasty-faced young fellow with round shoulders, soft hands, close-set eyes, and food stains on his robes.

    “Call it dragonglass.” Archmaester Marwyn glanced at the candle for a moment. “It burns but is not consumed.”

    “What feeds the flame?” asked Sam.

    “What feeds a dragon’s fire?” Marwyn seated himself upon a stool. “All Valyrian sorcery was rooted in blood or fire. The sorcerers of the Freehold could see across mountains, seas, and deserts with one of these glass candles. They could enter a man’s dreams and give him visions, and speak to one another half a world apart, seated before their candles.”
  • ALSO OF COURSE, there are the horns they used to tame dragons which Euron reportedly owns.
  • Valyria had accumulated Dragonlore from all over the world, but it was all lost in the Doom.