He regained his composure by staring at a minute ant that was making a dead moth move as if it were alive upon the ground under the gate.

nahiri:

worldbuilding process:

step 1: make up some cool mysterious shit
step 2: desperately struggle to figure out why all the cool shit is there

(via lovecrafts-iranon)

Notably, the camera does not reemerge from the ear canal until the end of the film.

thetransintransgenic:

.. Okay.

… Okay..

….. UM. ….

…… ??????? …..

……. aaaaAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!—-

theaudientvoid:

nostalgebraist:

In this island, called California, there were many griffins, on account of the great ruggedness of the country, and its infinite host of wild beasts, such as never were seen in any other part of the world. And when these griffins were yet small, the women went out with traps to take them. They covered themselves over with very thick hides, and when they had caught the little griffins, they took them to their caves, and brought them up there. And being themselves quite a match for the griffins, they fed them with the men whom they took prisoners, and with the boys to whom they gave birth, and brought them up with such arts that they got much good from them, and no harm. Every man who landed on the island was immediately devoured by these griffins; and although they had had enough, none the less would they seize them, and tarry them high up in the air in their flight; and when they were tired of carrying them, would let them fall any where as soon as they died.

I went to community college in California, and I remember there was a required class that we had to take (that I think was in the English department) where we had to read the thing that this was from.

I love how it’s from the fifth book in a series of chivalric romances (a genre which you could not-too-badly approximate as “high fantasy novels”).  It’s effectively like the state is named after a minor location from The Wheel of Time or something

(via theaudientvoid)

How could he have permitted this corrosive poison so to soak, with its fatal fungus-juice, every nerve of his being?

In this island, called California, there were many griffins, on account of the great ruggedness of the country, and its infinite host of wild beasts, such as never were seen in any other part of the world. And when these griffins were yet small, the women went out with traps to take them. They covered themselves over with very thick hides, and when they had caught the little griffins, they took them to their caves, and brought them up there. And being themselves quite a match for the griffins, they fed them with the men whom they took prisoners, and with the boys to whom they gave birth, and brought them up with such arts that they got much good from them, and no harm. Every man who landed on the island was immediately devoured by these griffins; and although they had had enough, none the less would they seize them, and tarry them high up in the air in their flight; and when they were tired of carrying them, would let them fall any where as soon as they died.