Retail Monkey. Sometimes writer.
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Here is a tattoo made by Sylvain C Bien, a friend of mine.
He’s based in Rennes, France.
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Hope you’ll like and share it !
If not thanks anyway,
Cheers from France,
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Unfriendly reminder that in America it’s reasonable to say an unarmed black kid deserved to be shot six times because he might have robbed a convenience store, but a white kid shouldn’t be kicked off the high school football team just because he violently raped a girl.
Clariel, the long-awaited fourth book in Garth Nix’s bestselling Old Kingdom series, arrives this October! For a sneak peek of Clariel, here’s an extract from within the first third of the book, where Clariel has joined forces with several Charter mages who are trying to hunt down a Free Magic creature and things haven’t gone as planned …
A human shout, followed by the rush of footsteps on stone. Roban came charging up the steps, sword in hand, silver fire leaping along the blade. At the same time something else rose up out of the very rock, almost under Clariel’s feet. Seen at night, from a distance, it might be confused for a woman, for it was vaguely feminine in shape. But this close, it could be seen that the slender legs ended not in feet, but narrowed to become sharp, bony blades the colour of yellowed teeth; its arms had two elbows a handsbreadth apart; and its spadelike hands too many fingers each ending in a curved-back claw. Its hair was not hair, but a mass of brilliant tendrils of white light that flowed around its head and cascaded down its shoulders and back, and its face, if it had one, was an absence of light in the middle, a dark, oval void without features of any kind.
Below its shining head, its skin was entirely the colour of old, dried blood.
Claws raked at Roban. He parried, Charter marks blazing on his sword, sparks flying. But the creature was far stronger. Roban was forced back and then flung down the steps. Swatted like a fly, he disappeared into the shadow as if he had never been.
As Roban fell, Clariel swung her falchion two-handed at the creature’s back. But the steel did not even break that strange, bloodred skin. It melted as it hit, the metal roiling away in molten drops, as if Clariel had cast a cup of quicksilver against the creature rather than struck it with a finely tempered blade.
The creature turned, and tilted its head quizzically.
‘Not even an ensorcelled sword? But true, you do not need such things. Let me show you how to find the power within yourself. I will guide you, but first let me dispose of this small Abhorsen … ’
*Excerpt from Clariel by Garth Nix © 2014. Published by HarperCollins Publishers Ltd. All rights reserved.
some general boob-having problems
THE DARTS, THEY DO NOTHING
the expressions and body language in this are fantastic.
To all you lovely people with boobs, thank you for being awesome <3This is the realist shit that I have ever seen.
I FELT THIS SHIT IN MY SPIRIT