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HAPPY NEW YEAR!! πππ·πΎπ₯
Day four of posting my photography π·
Fireworks display at Mallory Park, England.
Day eleven of posting my photography π·
So erm. These photos are some of my best I think. The ones Iβm most proud of. I actually prefer black and white photography to colour for some reason but the photos just seem to turn out a little better!
I love big cats (and did start my thesis on them actually!) and so I take any opportunity I can to photograph them in zoos. To see them in the wild would be a dream come true!
This beautiful tiger can be found at Dartmoor Zoo, England.
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Day twelve of posting my photography π·
A wild exmoor pony found high up on Dunkery Hill overlooking the coastline of what is either Porlock or Minehead.
Day seventeen (I may have to starting writing numbers as these are getting long) of posting my photography! π·
Just a cute little magpie in the sunshine at Birmingham Wildlife Conservation Park!
Ben is among the oldest of all the young at 13.
At 13 he soothes the fevers of the littlest who have never had enough strength or food or love, he holds up buildings that should collapse and kill them all (yet he does not do so with his strength for he is scrawny like them, weak like them. He doesnβt even touch the wood) finds water sources that are impossible to see, shoots steady even when his hands shake (as if guided by something, as if he is not entirely himself but something other, something more).
He calls it the force, they call it Ben.
At 13 he becomes a legend.
Legends arenβt born, but made in the desperate tunnels full of dying children. They say he appeared one day from the sky, that when his elders left, he refused to. That he was not born on the bloody battlefields of hate, but that he stayed because he saw them, felt with them, heard their song. He stayed when the Jedi left.
The children see how he balanced Cersai and Nield (love and hate, peace and war, water and fire). They see how the three click into place, Melida and Daan and Other. They wonder if maybe there was always an empty spot between them, waiting to be filled. Wonder if that is how this war started. Wonder if between every Melida and every Daan there is a space for something Other.
No one remembers how the war started, only that it did. Maybe there used to be a third faction, maybe something other (something more, something Ben) and when it died or left there was nothing left to bridge the Melida and the Daan.
Ben is sure as the earth, light as the air (only because they cannot hear him cry at night). He is a contradiction. He says strange things and does the impossible. Sometimes he glows with something else (something more).
He is remembered as the one who stayed (no one will say where he went). He is remembered as the Other between all Melida and all Daan.
There is an empty seat in every house. An empty seat in the Trivumate, waiting to be filled. Outside historians call it the Absent Third Phenomenaβ they are not sure why it is (they do not want to dig deeper, dig into the bloody history, tear their secrets and traditions and culture from the rotting bodies of child soldiers. they do not want to know). In Melida/Daan there is a word that is untranslatable that describes it, AβBenui. It is sacred. It is told to every child too young to remember the sewers, told by every Young that was touched by Ben (his something other).
(The Melida-Daan donβt know this, but somewhere else in the galaxy Obi-Wan Kenobi leads his second army of child soldiers and wonders if he was meant for anything else. Wonders if they see the cracks and uncertainty and self loathing; the first ones hadnβt. He wonders if they would be ashamed of him now, fighting, bleeding, warring, killing even now. Wonders if he will ever know peace or if he will always be a false legend made from blood and tears and a need to believe.)
slowly slides this onto the table in front of all the folks who followed me from the BH art
its fanart for my friend's fanfic
cyclone berating rooster for breaking the hard deck in training:
cyclone berating maverick for breaking the hard deck in training:
Laura, 24, she/her, gamer and perpetually tired. Top Gun, Star Wars, ASOIF/GOT, Pacific Rim, Horizon ZD/FW, Apex Legends. Animal and nature pics too.Feudaldoodle on AO3
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