i animated this drawing, but ive been trying to post it for about the same amount of time that ive spent working on this, so ill give up for now.i apologise for the bs’ed cabinetry, im awful at wood and backgrounds (i should probably do some weekend practicing). i read these books in middle school without shipping, so these dudes are the only characters im comfortable shipping (presumably because, somewhere in my subconcious, i knew that it was undeniable that they’re a couple. i mean, how can they NOT be???
Tag: young wizards
—strength is no use. Give over the vain strife that saves no one, keeps no old friend alive, condemns the dear to death. Take but my Gift and know long years that end not, slow-burnt days under the Sun and Moon; not for yourself alone, but for the other—
Diane Duane, Deep Wizardry
(Those moments when you are painfully reminded that these kids are what, 13, 14, maybe 15? He’s being offered the very thing he wants most—an out—and Kit has to make the choice to let his partner and best friend go to her death.
Because the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few
or the one)
“And though those who swim are swift to forget, the Sea forgets neither Song nor Singer.”
Dairine/Roshaun Camp half-blood AU, for stalkingstalkerthatstalks
Dairine had been thrilled that Chiron put her in charge of fortifying the camp’s defenses. That is, until she saw who she had been working with.
“You seriously want to put Greek fire that close to the forest?” Dairine stared disbelievingly at Roshaun. They were standing on opposite sides of the ping-pong table in the Big House, maps of the camp in various shapes and sizes covering nearly every inch of the green surface. “You do realize how unstable that stuff is, right? The whole forest could go up in flames, and take the dryads with it!”
“The Hephaestus Cabin is well versed in the making and care of Greek fire,” Roshaun began, and Dairine repressed the frantic urge to strangle him on behalf of oak trees everywhere. Athena give me patience, she prayed silently, especially against arrogant sons of Apollo.
The Whale… If you read a recent front page story of the San Francisco Chronicle, you would have read about a female humpback whale who had become entangled in a spider web of crab traps and lines. She was weighted down by hundreds of pounds of traps that caused her to struggle to stay afloat. She also had hundreds of yards of line rope wrapped around her body, her tail, her torso, a line tugging in her mouth. A fisherman spotted her just east of the Farallon Islands (outside the Golden Gate) and radioed an environmental group for help. Within a few hours, the rescue team arrived and determined that she was so bad off, the only way to save her was to dive in and untangle her. They worked for hours with curved knives and eventually freed her. When she was free, the divers say she swam in what seemed like joyous circles. She then came back to each and every diver, one at a time, and nudged them, pushed them gently around as she was thanking them. Some said it was the most incredibly beautiful experience of their lives. The guy who cut the rope out of her mouth said her eyes were following him the whole time, and he will never be the same.
Wow
i hate tumblr because of stories like this like i can’t mY FEELS
Oh. That unexpectedly punched me absolutely everywhere.
For the sake of those who want to fact check, here’s the article on it: http://www.sfgate.com/bayarea/article/Daring-rescue-of-whale-off-Farallones-Humpback-2557146.php
So good to see something like this be real 🙂
Yesterday at the office I volunteer at we were having a little going away party for a woman who was leaving and all of a sudden someone asked “Do you know Christopher Rodriguez?” and I nearly spit out my cookie.
So this is just a bored-in-class doodle that I colored for kicks, but there’s never enough Young Wizards fan art in the world, right?
Young Wizards 30 Day OTP Challenge, day 15: In A Different Clothing Style
The staging room is two flights up from where something like three hundred people are crammed wall to wall into the downstairs space of the Liberty Bounds pub on Trinity Square at the City’s edge, drinking strange liquids with names like Old Speckled Hen and Waggle Dance and Theakston’s Old Peculier out of pint glasses, while pausing occasionally to roar in annoyance or cheer in wild approval at something happening on the big-screen TVs. The third-floor upstairs room, however, contains nothing but a scatter of hardwood tables and chairs, and its mostly bare walls are ornamented with nothing more interesting than a selection of framed eighteenth-century cartoon prints and various posters advertising guest beers, upcoming karaoke nights, curry days and eighties revival-band dates, and other locations in the UK’s big Wetherspoon pub chain.
In the middle of the room, some of the the tables and chairs have been pushed out of the way to make an empty area about twenty feet wide. In that space stand three people unusually dressed for the early twenty-first century: two men in their very early forties, and a tall young man of sixteen or so. In the middle of the room with them, a rectangular slice of air about three feet wide and seven feet high has been talked into solidity and coaxed into the perfect reflectivity of a mirror.
The youngest of the group in the middle of the room is standing in front of the wizardly mirror and muttering under his breath, more or less constantly, as he fiddles with his clothes. At last he says loudly enough to be heard, “You think they had a higher than usual percentage of wizards in the late eighteen hundreds?”
A pause. “Haven’t seen any numbers on that recently,” says Carl under his breath as he buttons up his dark close-fitting vest over a full-sleeved white shirt with high collar and strangely-knotted dark tie. “Can’t think why the stats would be above the planetary half-millennial median, though. Why?”
“Because it has to have taken wizardry to deal with all… these… fastenings!”
My Feelings about Donna Noble: A Photoset, Incorporating Quotes from Deep Wizardry.
ARGH, FEELINGS.
CRYING INFINITE TEARS OF SADNESS. Also, this is the quote that actually occurred to me when I saw the almost-remembering sadness in her eyes. 😦 Such an unfair ending.
Nita died in the Song of the Twelve.
Kit knows that it was her choice.
He also knows that it was probably the right thing to do.
But that doesn’t change the most important thing-
Nita died in the Song of the Twelve.
SittingOverHereDreaming 