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lakesbian · 5 months

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i like the early worm arcs so much because it's so interesting to see what the undersider group dynamics are like before they entirely reorganize around taylor. and by interesting i mean they make me explode and die (positive).

i think what it boils down to is that the undersiders sans taylor aren't really friends, but they are each others sole replacements for every single support system and human connection they're missing, and that's actually Significantly More Intense. they do all vary in why they're on the team (that is, in why they all have nowhere else they can go), which, alongside their general personalities, impacts the precise mechanisms of how they relate to each other. undersider relationship charts are very complicated diagrams.

brian is on the team because he needs the money to keep his sister from being entirely fucked over by the system (i.e. jailed or kept with abusive parents or in shitty foster care), and i'm sure there's an extent to which it makes his situation as a 17yo with terrible parents far more livable as well. it was pointed out on here earlier this month or the last that we don't really know anything about what his civilian identity is like--we see him interacting with taylor out of mask, but we don't know if he has, like...friends? or family he keeps in contact with outside aisha? or if he does anything with his free time other than trying to prove himself to be a capable guardian for aisha or improve his odds as grue?

and i think the reason we don't have answers to these questions are that brian (civilian) is a mask, too. grue isn't the side identity to an otherwise rich and detailed life--the brian we see speaking to the foster worker in the apartment is playing a barren role. he is 17 and concerned about getting new placemats for his apartment and sorting out school districts for the child he wants to adopt. that's not his normal, unfiltered self, that's a role he's completely stepped into because he'll see himself as a failure on multiple levels if he doesn't fill it. there's no way he has casual friendships or anything along those lines as civilian brian, because civilian brian is plastic. civilian brian can't be a real person, because people have broad ranges of emotions and experiences, and civilian brian is just supposed to be the platonic ideal of a stalwart and responsible family man. there's a reason why the foster worker observes that his apartment is devoid of personality. civilian brian laborn's life is a motherfucking ikea stock home.

i think the most genuine brian ever gets is when he's in the liminal space of the loft--not brian (goodboy civilian mode), but not grue, either. it's only when he's removed from both the obligations of the act he has to play as a civilian & the violent professionalism he takes up as grue that he's able to be a Kind Of Normal Boy. it's where he actually has work-friends to banter with, it's where he plays video games, it's where he gets to go on his dorky rants about martial arts. aisha & the other pressing concerns of everyday life aren't there, so he doesn't have to be Responsible about them--but he's technically still at work, which he attends for the purpose of helping aisha, so he can escape from beating on himself over letting his roles drop. he still intermittently engages in the Brian Behavior of being a little control freak, but also, he playfights with alec :)

which is an extremely compelling dynamic to me...he's not even particularly Close with any of the undersiders, but he's known them for like a year and a half, and they're a space where he can be far more genuinely relaxed than he can anywhere else. which is what makes it so incredibly sad to witness when aisha joins the team & now brian's entire life is about trying to fill that ideal of masculinity he's cramming himself into under the misguided hope that it will protect/care for her. he's breaking under the stress of trying to be a good leader, and he can't admit that the stress of the role is entirely self-imposed. he can't set it down because he won't let himself set it down. it leads him to become condescending and unkind to alec--someone he used to play video games and playfight and banter with--in the same way he is to aisha :( brian laborn my sad boy in torture chamber of his own making. i will write about lisa alec and rachel's situations in other posts to keep this one from being too long

#wormtime 2 #wormtime 2 arc 4 #worm spoilers #wormblr #parahumans #think about brian laborb with me.

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visit-new-york · 1 year

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Spring and Mercer Street

Spring St & Mercer St New York, NY 10012

Exploring the Vibrant Intersection of Spring St & Mercer St in New York

New York City is a metropolis of diverse neighborhoods, each offering its own unique charm and character. Nestled within the bustling streets of Manhattan lies an intersection that epitomizes the city's eclectic spirit – Spring St & Mercer St.

Spring St & Mercer St in New York City is a captivating intersection that holds a rich history and a unique blend of cultural, artistic, and commercial influences. Here are 15 fascinating facts that shed light on the charm and significance of this iconic crossroads:

Historical Origins and Cast-Iron Architecture: Spring St & Mercer St, located at the heart of SoHo, has its roots deeply intertwined with New York's industrial history. In the 19th century, the intersection was part of a bustling manufacturing district known for its textile factories and warehouses. The most distinctive feature of the area is its cast-iron architecture, a legacy of its industrial past. These elegant buildings, adorned with intricate details and ornate facades, were designed to withstand heavy loads, making them ideal for the textile trade. This architectural style not only served a functional purpose but also became a hallmark of the neighborhood's unique charm.

Artistic Legacy and Creative Transformation: Spring St & Mercer St played a pivotal role in the transformation of SoHo into an artistic enclave. In the 1960s and 1970s, artists and creatives were drawn to the spacious lofts and warehouses that had fallen into disuse. These spaces provided ample room for artists to work, exhibit, and live, giving rise to the concept of the live/work artist loft. The intersection became a nucleus of artistic expression, attracting painters, sculptors, photographers, and performers. The converted industrial spaces allowed artists to break free from traditional gallery constraints and create a vibrant, open environment for the exchange of ideas.

SoHo Effect and Global Influence: The success of Spring St & Mercer St and the broader SoHo neighborhood in revitalizing derelict spaces and fostering a creative community inspired similar transformations worldwide. The "SoHo effect" refers to the phenomenon of urban areas in different cities undergoing similar revitalization and gentrification processes, often characterized by an influx of artists, cultural vibrancy, and economic growth. Spring St & Mercer St's role as a catalyst for this effect underscores its significance as an incubator of creative urban renewal.

Celebrities and Creatives: Spring St & Mercer St has long been a magnet for celebrities, fashion designers, and artists. Renowned names have frequented the intersection's art galleries, boutiques, and eateries. The allure of the area's artistic energy and its unique blend of history and modernity continue to draw notable figures from the worlds of entertainment, fashion, and the arts.

Fashion Forward Intersection: Spring St & Mercer St has emerged as a global fashion destination, boasting an array of high-end boutiques and designer flagship stores. The intersection's streets are lined with some of the world's most recognized luxury brands, making it a pilgrimage site for fashion enthusiasts and trendsetters alike. The presence of these upscale establishments contributes to the area's reputation as a cutting-edge fashion hub.

Historic Preservation and Landmark Designation: In recognition of its historical and architectural significance, the SoHo-Cast Iron Historic District, which encompasses Spring St & Mercer St, was designated a New York City Landmark in 1973. This designation has played a crucial role in preserving the area's character, ensuring that its cast-iron buildings and unique streetscape endure for future generations.

Cultural Diversity and Global Fusion: The intersection's allure extends beyond its architectural beauty and artistic appeal. Spring St & Mercer St is a microcosm of New York City's cultural diversity, with a kaleidoscope of languages, cuisines, and influences converging in this vibrant corner of Manhattan. The intersection's dynamic environment reflects the global nature of the city itself, creating a rich tapestry of experiences for residents and visitors.

Public Art Installations and Creative Expression: Spring St & Mercer St often serves as a canvas for public art installations, adding an interactive and dynamic element to the neighborhood's streets. These installations range from large sculptures to temporary exhibits, inviting pedestrians to engage with art in unexpected ways. This synergy between art and urban space enhances the intersection's aesthetic appeal and reinforces its reputation as a cultural epicenter.

Film and Television Backdrop: The intersection's picturesque charm and unique ambiance have made it a sought-after location for film and television productions. Its cobblestone streets, historic buildings, and eclectic atmosphere have graced the screens of countless movies and TV shows, further solidifying its status as an iconic New York City landmark.

Historical Role in Manufacturing and Textiles: Spring St & Mercer St stands as a reminder of its role in New York's industrial past. During the 19th century, the intersection was abuzz with textile manufacturing, housing warehouses that produced fabrics and garments. The remnants of this legacy can still be seen in the architectural details of the buildings that line the streets.

SoHo Arts Festival and Creative Celebrations: The SoHo Arts Festival, an annual event held near Spring St & Mercer St, celebrates the neighborhood's artistic heritage. This festival attracts artists, art aficionados, and curious visitors, offering a diverse range of exhibitions, performances, and interactive experiences that showcase the creative spirit of the area.

Culinary Delights and Gastronomic Exploration: The intersection is a haven for food enthusiasts, offering an array of dining options that cater to diverse tastes. From cozy cafes serving artisanal coffee and pastries to upscale restaurants featuring innovative gastronomy, Spring St & Mercer St promises a culinary journey that mirrors the neighborhood's fusion of influences.

Community Engagement and Public Spaces: Spring St & Mercer St serves as a communal space where locals and visitors come together. Public plazas, benches, and walkways encourage interaction and create opportunities for spontaneous connections. The intersection's inclusive environment fosters a sense of belonging and camaraderie among the people who frequent its streets.

Urban Renewal and Historical Preservation: The revitalization of Spring St & Mercer St showcases the power of urban renewal efforts. The successful preservation of its historic architecture, combined with adaptive reuse and creative repurposing, has breathed new life into the intersection and surrounding areas, offering a blueprint for sustainable urban development.

A Living Emblem of New York's Spirit: Spring St & Mercer St encapsulates the essence of New York City's resilience, creativity, and cultural vibrancy. As an enduring symbol of transformation and reinvention, this intersection embodies the city's ability to evolve while preserving its heritage, making it a captivating microcosm of the larger New York narrative.

Spring St & Mercer St in New York City is a microcosm of the city's essence – a captivating blend of history, culture, creativity, and commerce. Its evolution from an industrial hub to an artistic haven and fashion destination is a testament to the dynamic nature of urban landscapes. This intersection serves as a reminder that while cities may constantly evolve, they also have the remarkable ability to preserve their heritage and offer a space where diverse communities can flourish. Spring St & Mercer St is not just an intersection; it's a reflection of the spirit of New York itself.

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apteryxparvus · 11 months

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L ♡ V E R ⇌ L ⦻ S E R — people i tolerate

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Kunikuzushi

Stage name: Wanderer

Occupation: main rapper of 6reeze.

Living situation: residing in his condo in the capital Inazuma, but he often retreats to his secluded cottage in Tatarasuna village, located on Kannazuka island.

Eldest child of Ei Raiden who is the CEO of BB (Baal & Beelzebub) Entertainment

Developed a deep hatred for his younger sister, who is set to inherit the company

Ei's constant criticism led to him becoming emotionally distant

Moved to Snezhnaya to become a solo artist under Fatui Corp., eventually returning to Inazuma and joining 6reeze

Venti

Stage name: Barbatos

Occupation: lead singer and leader of 6reeze, former soloist from Mondstadt.

Living situation: owns his own apartment in the International District of Ritou; occasionally travels back to Mondstadt to visit friends and family.

Born into a musical dynasty family, with a revered mother in Mondstadt's indie folk music scene

He chose to follow his own path as a solo artist, and without his mother’s aid he was able to grow his talent, playing concerts at pubs and small venues

Caught the attention of a BB Entertainment while performing as a supporting act at a festival

Despite his carefree and cheerful persona, he battles personal childhood demons and seeks solace wine

Xiao

Stage name: Alatus

Occupation: lead guitarist and sub-rapper of 6reeze; formerly a member of The Yakshas, a relatively underground Liyuean rock band.

Living situation: renting a small loft apartment in Ritou’s harbor district.

Grew up with an abusive single mother, enduring constant emotional and verbal torment

During his freshman year of high school, he stumbled upon Bosacius practicing drums, igniting a newfound passion for music in him

Formed a band with Bosacius and later joined by Indarias, Bonanus, and Menogias

Joined 6reeze after his previous band, The Yakshas, disbanded

Kaedehara Kazuha

Occupation: sub-vocalist of 6reeze, song writer and poet; passionate hobbyist photographer.

Living situation: resides in a small house near the outskirts of Hanamizaka alongside Heizou; he once used to live in the luxurious Tenshukaku district of Inazuma City.

Born into the noble Kaedehara clan, one of Inazuma's founding families

Witnessed the decline of his family's wealth, and found solace in composing songs for his close friend, Tomo, an aspiring musician

After the tragic loss of his friend, he embarked on The Crux, an offshore vessel, and explored Teyvat

Two years after sailing with the ship's crew, he joined 6reeze, determined to honor Tomo's memory

Shikanoin Heizou

Occupation: drummer and sub-rapper of 6reeze; hobbyist true crime podcaster

Living situation: currently living together with Kazuha in a small, cozy house in Hanamizaka, but he wants to move to Inazuma City’s Tenryu district

Grew up in a small village, forced to work alongside his father and learn martial arts

Went through a rebellious phase, joining an underground fight club

Became a drummer for a small band during his first year at university, and chose to embrace the art, giving up on his academic pursuit

Hosts a true crime podcast in his spare time, staying connected to his initial interest of Criminology

Aether

Occupation: bass guitarist and sub-vocalist of 6reeze

Living situation: he resides in a tiny apartment nestled in the International district of Ritou, located a few blocks away from Venti’s place

Grew up in Starfell Valley along with his twin sister, Lumine

As teens, they established a YouTube channel with a large following, creating covers of various songs

Performed as a musical duo at small venues and pubs until Lumine decided to step away to pursue a travel with her boyfriend

Scouted around the same time as Venti, so the two of them bonded quickly over their shared roots in Mondstadt

Author's note: sike, i lied, no waiting til the weekend, it's 4am but here's the rest of the profiles. Definitely will have to check for any spelling mistakes when i wake up lol

A little secret — i actually haven't watched Moriarty the Patriot yet 😪 it's there, on my to-watch list along with dozens of animes and movies and series and yea

Taglist — @scaramoo

#smau #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche smau #genshin impact smau #genshin smau #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #scaramouche #wanderer #wanderer x you #wanderer x y/n #wanderer x reader #lover = loser smau

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jqbasesave · 1 year

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San Myshuno Rebuild - No CC, City Living Only

Available on the gallery ID: quiescence90

Or download the tray files from SFS

Part One | Spice Market

1. 17 Culpepper House - A starter apartment furnished for a single sim

2. 18 Culpepper House - A family apartment furnished for parent sims with two teens

3. 19 Culpepper House - A family apartment furnished for parent sims with two child sims

4. 20 Culpepper House - A comfortable family apartment furnished for parent sims with a teen, a child, and a toddler

5. 2A Jasmine Suites - A starter apartment furnished for parent sims with a toddler

6. 2B Jasmine Suites - A cozy family apartment furnished for parent sims with three children, including a toddler

7. The Old Salt House - A residential warehouse conversion furnished for parent sims with four children, including two teens

8. Waterside Warble - A karaoke bar

Part Two | Arts Quarter

1. 910 Medina Studios - A loft apartment furnished as a starter. However I did keep Salim Benali in mind, who is a writer and mentions that he sells his paintings at the flea market sometimes, should you wish to keep him here. As this loft have different floor heights, the apartment is shared as two separate rooms.

2. 920 Medina Studios - A nicer apartment furnished comfortably for parent sims with a teen

3. 930 Medina Studios - A large family apartment furnished for entertainer parent sims with a teen, a child, and a toddler. With minor adjustments you could place washer and dryer in the bathroom next to the kitchen if you want

4. 121 Hakim House - A cozy family apartment for the Jang family, which consists of comedian dad, painter mum, and one child. The parents share a study where they work on their crafts

5. 122 Hakim House - A comfortable family apartment for parent sims with 2 teens. I think the parent is an art critic. One of the teens is an avid gamer and the other is an aspiring musician.

6. Fountainview Penthouse - A single story penthouse furnished for parent sims with a teen and a child. I decided to build it simply and ended up with the same shape as the original - it just fits.

7. Casbah Arts Center (Casbah Gallery) - Arts Center venue

Part Three | Fashion District

1. 1310 21 Chic Street - A single-bedroom apartment for a style influencer

2. 1312 21 Chic Street - A starter apartment for parent sims with a toddler

3. 1313 21 Chic Street - A single starter apartment

4. 701 Zenview - A loft style apartment for a tech guru sim

5. 702 Zenview - Furnished for the Karaoke Legends household

6. Planet Llama Karaoke - Fancier karaoke bar for bigger groups

7. Torendi Tower Penthouse - A two-storeyed penthouse for parent sims with a teen and an infant, plus a guest suite and a butler's

Part Four | Uptown + Myshuno Meadows

1. 1010 Alto Apartments - A fancy two-bedroom for a small family of parent sims with an infant

2. 1020 Alto Apartments - A luxury apartment for a single sim

3. VIII Landgraab - A luxury loft apartment furnished for two roommates

4. IX Landgraab - A fancy loft apartment for the Feng household

5. 888 Spire Apartments - Another fancy loft apartment furnished for parent sims with a teen

6. Stargazer Lounge - A lounge venue which also fulfills the lot requirements for the Pool and Nightclub venues

7. Skye Fitness - A gym venue with an indoor basketball court and a small pool

8. Myshuno Meadows - A center park special venue furnished as a wedding venue with a few park items and the observatory, same as the original

#TS4 Download #TS4 World #TS4 City Living #TS4 Vanilla #TS4 San Myshuno #TS4 Lot #TS4 Residential #TS4 Apartment #TS4 Penthouse #TS4 Community Lot #TS4 Karaoke Bar #TS4 Arts Center #TS4 Lounge #TS4 Park #jqbasesave #Youtube

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zx-ta · 2 years

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The Foundry from The Urbz

“If you want to get away from the traffic and crowds to kick back with the more bohemian populace in The Urbz: Sims in the City, hang a left over to The Foundry. Years ago, artists seeking affordable housing, open studio space, and a lifestyle away from the mainstream metropolis seeped into this deteriorating industrial district and gave it new verve. They converted the abandoned warehouses into lofted art studios, independent galleries, and coffee shops buzzing with shop talk and politics. Visitors are invited to pull up a chair at the local coffee shop or stroll through the galleries with wine-glass in hand.”

#ts4 #Bella Ciao #Crispin Black #Arthur Pop #The Urbz #zx Urbz #zx san myshuno #zx premades #zx photoshoot #zx Bella C #zx Crispin #zx Arthur

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bloggirl8842 · 9 months

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I do wish I could hang out with you all in person. And that we could live together. And perhaps the place we live in is an industrial loft in LA’s art district and I’m this wacky childcare worker who has a stunning amount of self respect and you guys are, I dunno, a drunk, a former benchwarmer, and an insecure womanizer, and

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snowfuls · 9 months

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introducing vesper quinn .

𓂅 * ⋆ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 .

name : vesper quinn da silva. meaning : latin , " evening star ". nickname : vess , espie , morphling. age : thirty two. birthdate : year forty three att. gender identity : cisgender woman , she / her. orientation : bisexual , biromantic. place of birth : district six , panem. current residence : district thirteen , panem. occupation : victor of the fifty eighth hunger games , mentor & rebel.

𓂅 * ⋆ 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 .

face claim : mia goth. height : 5'7". hair : naturally mousy brown , bleached a warm , honey blonde along with her eyebrows following the games, worn down with very little styling day-to-day. eyes : big and brown , sore but still inexplicably bright.

𓂅 * ⋆ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 .

myers - briggs : tbc. zodiac sign : libra. temperament : sanguine - melancholic. moral alignment : chaotic good. traits : freethinking , melancholy , perverse , reclusive , sincere & volatile. song : maybe this time ( from cabaret ) by jessie buckley. pinterest : here.

𓂅 * ⋆ 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

tw : drug abuse , addiction , forced prostitution , murder , death + suicidal ideation.

they’ll say she was marked for sorrow from the beginning. too fragile, too precocious a girl for the cold, uncaring world the districts of panem are forced to endure. vesper quinn… or is it da silva? eldest daughter of a factory foreman and the bookkeeper with whom he began an affair (both with their own hushed up history of morphling addiction — what a self-fulfilling prophecy she’ll turn out to be), vesper was a girl who dreamt in soft watercolours, performed to music no one else could hear and found beauty in even the most mundane. named for a star, she’s nebulous as a child. a blithe but unnatural creature seemingly unaffected by the gloomy greyscale of the district to which she belongs, someone who took immense pride in the artistic pursuits she hoped would one day carry her away from six’s concrete cityscape. for when she wasn’t at school or working her job finishing paint jobs on capitol traincars and citizen’s automobiles, she’d be holed up in one of her hiding spots around the neighbourhood: the rooftop of their building, the decaying loft above her parents’ factory, the long-forgotten boxcars that had been left to rot in the railyard. vesper fashioned a studio out of each location and would spend hours upon end there, refining her art, teaching herself various styles of dance… performing to a crowd of ghosts. if nothing else, she could be a source of inspiration for her two younger siblings who were in desperate need of a parental figure after their mother walked out into the night following the birth of her youngest. their father burying himself in work and other vices to cope with the loss. though this was only the beginning of the quinn’s relationship with that particular feeling.

it’s on her second reaping day when vesper is just sixteen years old, stood in the square, fingers crossed behind her back, begging an entity she scarcely believes in to spare her, that her name is one of two called. it pours with rain in district six that day. indicative of the tears she sheds as her siblings come to bid her farewell, begging her to win so, she’ll be able to come home to them. it’s the beginning of a lifetime of jokes made at her expense too. japes about her weighing seventy pounds soaking wet are a dime a dozen. capitol citizens stuck callously dismissing her outright as images of the drenched, mousy brown girl from six play on their holos. she’s told not to take it personally, that it’s “par for the course” being from six (or any other outlier for that matter) but it’s hard not to, at her young age.

despite the cruelty, vesper is most earnest in her desire to survive the fifty-eighth hunger games. for her siblings, she feels she must. going as far as to surprise everyone in training by securing a score of seven and managing to endear herself to caesar flickerman’s wealthy audience as she tells him, bright-eyed, of her childhood dream to be an artiste in their fair city. having built a steady momentum, she’s something of a rising star now. a genuine sense of hope amongst the district six team that, for the second year in a row, they won’t be reduced to short-lived cannon fodder during the bloodbath as they so often are.

of course, their hope isn’t misplaced as paired with an arena that combined two varieties of wetlands, it lent itself (rather perfectly) to vesper’s deft and practical skill set. meaning that whilst other tributes fell victim to the elements or vast array of mutts released into the arena that year, vesper took to it with measured composure. unafraid to get her hands dirty, panem watched on in astonishment as the young, previously unassuming girl from district six utilised camouflage and hideaways to outmaneoveur and thus, outlast her fellow tributes. even as a day of acid rainfall wiped out five tributes in total, hiding out in a hollow tree with a dense thicket for cover kept six’s female tribute from harm. it was truly something to behold, tearful finale and all. for the games were not without heartbreak. vesper forced to take the lives of three inside their swamp of an arena. the blood, mud and sweat amalgamating on the freckled porcelain of her skin, congealing under dirty fingernails. it’s paint, she tells herself, just paint… her eventual victory dubbed “a masterpiece” in artful survival but one vesper will soon wish to see destroyed in every way something can be. the same way she will be.

that grime-ridden mess of a girl who emerges, sopping wet, from the marshland arena is to be done away with immediately. reinvented, they say… and that she is. vesper would reemerge in the capitol, wholly transformed. made up to be every bit the victor she is — scantily clad, bleach blonde with those pale brows to match, she’s told she’s desirable now. branded a hot commodity by those whose opinions matter most: a bright, glistening buzz about her as she becomes the muse rather than the artist for the first time in her life. it’s hard not to feel as though she’s floating outside herself, unrecognisable as she is but such new found notoriety opens doors. her siblings are looked after, tucked away in the safety of six’s victor’s village, her hopes and dreams within arm’s reach now… and all she’d had to do to achieve it was survive the slaughter of twenty three innocents. only, that wasn’t all. that was never all when it came to the beloved victors of panem and she learns as much from the viper they call president, his words of warning, offset by the scent of rose, concerning a star and how fast they fade and fall go unheard by vesper’s unsuspecting ears. unbeknownst to her, it’s interpreted as a refusal.

less than a week later, her younger brother is killed in what can only be described as a “freak accident” by officials who attend the scene. his short, still growing form so easily torn apart by the machinery he’s said to have been caught under. the sight alone causes vesper to crumble then and there. the morbid understanding of why it happened comes later… when she’s ultimately called back to the capitol and put to work as was always intended.

clients she’s thrust upon are spirited. new money. they eagerly introduce her to babylon. where the city’s seedier underbelly meets and amalgamates with the glamorous nightlife belonging to their upper echelon. it's home to debauchery of each and every variety, the thinkable and unthinkable with vesper its latest inductee. there’s a stage inside, a spotlight and it’s framed as a kindness. the promise of a girlhood dream come true, that she might just be able to salvage something of her victory. the rose-coloured naïveté her parents never had the heart nor guts to beat out of her coming back to bite one last time as she walks so willingly into the future she’s to be entrapped in. forced to perform nightly for frenzied crowds, introduced to morphling to ease the burden and she’s left no choice but to let them do so… indulging them. for she knows that if it goes far enough, they’ll leave her be. the capitol never did deal in spoiled goods and for a while, it actually feels nice. the high and its unfathomable weightlessness. pleasant even. numbing the pain, quelling the guilt, taking her far, far away from where she actually is — bound to this exploitative duty she’d never once asked for. but eventually, dependency catches up to her. addiction soon after. it goes further than vesper ever plans and before long, she can’t seem to face a day of her miserable life without the aid morphling provides.

framed as an out of control starlet, a rogue party girl… she’s pathetically dependable. they call, she comes. club appearance or client booking, she ends up in an unfamiliar bed at nights end all the same and the high she chases provides an attainable escape from the bleak reality of it all. even in her most drug fueled of hazes however, there are moments of startling clarity. nights when the effects aren’t as desired, when she still sees their leering faces, feels their ravenous hands clutching at her skirts or bare skin as they beg raucously for more. she’s all days old eye shadow by then, perpetual dark circles from having smudged her eyeliner or sobbed away her mascara. since the day she won the games, she’s never once felt clean. never looked it either, if you were to ask around. even as prep teams agonise over dressing her in the shiniest metallics they have on hand, year after year. judgement passes so freely in panem and people around her simply watch on, in horror and amusement, as she deteriorates before their very eyes. vesper deemed the car crash they’re unable to look away from.

inevitable, she’ll dread further loss all the same, watching from afar as her sister severs ties. their father dying with her by his side whilst she’s shut out — altogether breaking the heart of the little girl entombed in what remains of their elder sister and daughter. too pretty a girl to be left alone in the gutter though… it’s in the midst of addiction that she gains a brother in arms. with whom she feels less alone in the drug-induced hell they both inhabit as victors. joined by their affinity for morphling, the pair become something of a “dynamic duo” as the mentoring team from district six for the past two decades… give or take. the morphlings, they’re known as. the people of panem deride and demean them year in and year out, discrediting their ability to mentor in spite of how earnestly the pair always try for their tributes and it means they’re continually overlooked. disregarded as being lost causes who have little more to offer the capitolites than their bodies. it’s a humiliating persona to be chained to but it’s truthful, vesper thinks. slice her open, peel back the blemished skin and all you’d find there is rotten flesh.

she comes to despise being seen in such a way. in any way really and in a sense, they’re not. unproductive, the president calls them. passing over the morphlings time and time again and this blatant negligence on snow’s part soon attracts the attention of the rebellion no less. their cause providing the pair with a purpose outside of one another and the children they’re forced to grieve together as each games season rolls by, faster and faster every time it feels like. the rebels speak directly to that young girl trapped within vesper too. the one who could always see the sun through dark plumes of smoke and saw fit to paint a destiny all her own. before it was destroyed by the monster atop the throne of panem. their close proximity to his capitolite elite proves most useful over the years, making the two morphlings invaluable assets as they work together to gain and feed intel to those underground.

time flies but there’s little improvement. periods of recovery come and go, stints in which she feels she must get clean and she does… for a while. people in the district offer help. a cruel, bittersweet irony to be found in the fact that the games are when she��s at her most sober. always unable to detach herself fully from the severity the situation so often calls for. the third quarter quell is no different but there’s so much more at stake than the lives of her adult tributes. a nation on the brink of revolution and vesper, the fallen star she is, finds she might just be alight once more.

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coreychambers · 2 years

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Arts District Mural Supports Ukraine Cause with a Code

Corrie Mattie is known for tattoos and murals that support popular causes. LA Loft Blog staffers are fascinated by the Arts District street art mostly in the form of large murals. We like to include them in our posts about what is happening in the community. The arts district is also known for its industrial lofts and vibrant restaurants Earlier this year local street and tattoo artist Corrie…

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skyseoroundtable · 2 months

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Atlas NYC Property Management, LLC: A Guide to Brooklyn Real Estate Management Company

Choosing the Best Management Company with Atlas NYC: A Guide to Brooklyn's Real Estate Landscape

Brooklyn, a borough known for its rich cultural diversity, has a real estate market that is just as dynamic as its districts. The search for the ideal partner can be intimidating for property owners looking for first-rate management services. Here's Atlas NYC, your go-to resource for first-rate Brooklyn real estate management.

Comprehending the Real Estate Dynamics of Brooklyn

Brooklyn's real estate landscape is diverse and rich, ranging from the brownstone-lined streets of Park Slope to the industrial-chic lofts of Williamsburg. Every area has a distinct personality and draws a particular set of people. Navigating this terrain as a property owner demands skill and a sophisticated awareness of regional patterns.

A Premier Real Estate Management Company's Function

At Atlas NYC, we understand that Brooklyn property management necessitates a customized strategy. Our all-inclusive service package is designed to satisfy the various requirements of landlords:

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Plans for improvements and renovations to raise the value of a property

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Why Pick Atlas NYC for Brooklyn Real Estate Management?

At Atlas NYC, we pride ourselves on providing individualized care and a strong dedication to the success of our clients. Since every property is different, we have customized our techniques to suit each one. Whether you are the owner of a single property or a portfolio of properties, our team puts a lot of effort into matching our services to your objectives.

Our web portals, which make use of state-of-the-art technology, give property owners clear access to maintenance records, financial information, and direct communication with our team. You may be sure that you're always in charge of your money and informed thanks to this transparency.

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Having a trustworthy and knowledgeable real estate management partner is essential in a market as competitive as Brooklyn. Atlas NYC ensures that your properties not only endure but also prosper by fusing decades of knowledge with innovative tactics.

Whether you're an experienced investor or looking into Brooklyn real estate for the first time, our team at Atlas NYC is here to provide knowledge, encouragement, and a customized strategy to improve your real estate investing experience.

Are you prepared to learn more about the top Brooklyn property management services available? Come see how we can maximize and improve your real estate holdings by visiting Atlas NYC.

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gingerbeardmansim · 1 year

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A few days after their Sulani vacation, Ace and Beck called and set up an appointment to meet Jerome to see the Apartment in the Arts District.

BECK- Whoa, this was not what I expected. There is no way we can afford this.

JEROME- “You never know. How about we take a look at what it has to offer and then we can discuss the lease.”

ACE- “These views are incredible!”

BECK- “Again, the views alone would cost what our apartment costs currently. Seriously this is way out of our comfort zone for our budget, Jerome.”

JEROME- “Yes, the views are incredible, but they are free. Let's see the bedrooms, then upstairs there is a possible gym area, and a studio area.

This lot was originally found in the gallery ORIGIN ID SpectorCody, as Art Chic Loft. It was shared with me after some remodeling from @thegaybachelorsims

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kierslysims · 11 months

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Gisele Sinclair ⋆

24, model

worldly, adventurous, art lover

loves travelling, art collecting, activist work

Born into a family of artists, Gisele grew up surrounded by creativity and developed a deep appreciation for the beauty found in every aspect of life. Currently residing in a modern loft apartment nestled in the heart of San Myshuno's art district with walls adorned with captivating artwork collected during her travels around the world. A lover of culture and adventure, she spends her free time exploring local galleries, attending live performances, and immersing herself in the diverse tapestry of the city's art scene.

Beyond her glamorous model career, Gisele possesses an insatiable curiosity and an unwavering commitment to learning. She devotes her time to studying various languages, immersing herself in literature, and engaging in thought-provoking discussions with artists, intellectuals, and activists. Gisele's intellectual depth is as captivating as her physical beauty, and she never shy's away from voicing her opinions on topics close to her heart.

Despite her successful modeling career, Gisele harbors a burning desire to make a positive impact on the world. Deeply compassionate and empathetic, she dreams of using her platform to raise awareness about social issues and advocate for change. Gisele actively engages in charity work, supporting organizations that focus on education, women's rights, and environmental conservation.

Gisele's charisma and kindness attracted a diverse group of friends who share her passion for making a difference in the world. As Gisele continues to conquer the modeling industry, she remains grounded, never losing sight of her dreams and aspirations.

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keepyourvoicedown89 · 4 months

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You look around and can’t believe it. As you stand in your brand new 700 sq foot loft in downtown LA, you take a deep breath and look past the stacks of boxes you have yet to unpack, out the window to the toy district’s art deco building across the way. The sun is shining through the large factory windows and you can hear a neighbor’s music beat a rhythmic hum. You’re sure at some point that will be annoying. But right now, you love it. It’s a sign of life, and this is the life you’ve been wanting to build for years. You’re taking in this moment for what it is: you’ve done it. You’ve finally moved to a bigger city. This is your attempt to find whatever it is your heart feels pulled to (even though you have no idea exactly what it is).

It's been nagging at you under the surface for years. Though you had a full life in your hometown, it never felt exactly like what you wanted. Something always felt missing. Dating was abysmal at best, searching for a needle in a haystack amongst a field of toxic masculinity and piles of broken relationships. Sure, you’ve done work on yourself, and could see yourself happy wherever you lived. But you couldn’t ignore that deeply rooted pull to the west coast that became so strong you had to give into it. When the pull became too strong, you started looking for jobs at publications in California. You were done being a big fish in a small pond at a hip, local scene publication back home. After a zoom interview in the bag and some writing samples submitted, your first day at your new job at Crescendo Magazine, the nation’s most popular music magazine, was in a week. It wasn’t exactly the fanciest job at the best place, but you were on your way up in the business. You have to start somewhere as a little fish in a big pond.

Just not yet. First, you get to settle into your new life.

You take a deep breath, take a mental snapshot of this first day in your new city, just an hour after the movers have dropped off your stuff. Just as you’re about to unpack your first box, your phone rings from your pocket. Your mom’s voice greets you enthusiastically on the other end of the call.

“Did everything make it okay? How does it look? I can’t wait to see it once you get your personality all over the place!” she says excitedly. Your mom has always been your biggest support. She had done all the research with you on where you might live in LA, and flown out to the city with you to look at a few places before deciding on the loft where you stand.

“It’s great, mom. I still can’t believe I’m here. I don’t even know where to begin.”

“I do! If you look in the box labeled ‘kitchen box one’, I threw in some gift cards for some of the local coffee shops and restaurants in your new neighborhood to get you out of the house and exploring. I snuck out and grabbed some while you were still sleeping when we visited. Why don’t you go out and be a part of the neighborhood a little bit, nourish yourself, let the neighborhood welcome you, and then get back to work?”

“Mom! Oh my gosh, thank you. It feels so daunting to even step outside until I unpack all of this,” you say looking at the towers of boxes scattered throughout the room. You sit on your couch while you grab the box she identified and open it. Sure enough, there are a handful of cards inside an envelope at the top of the box.

“Get out there and go find your people, your places, and your things, my dear. Call me later today to let me know you got home safely. I love you.”

You hang up with your mom and put the gift cards in your back pocket of your cut off shorts. Your favorite old Get Up Kids concert T-shirt, with tears in the shoulder and the right side, somehow looks trendy even though it’s from wear. It drapes on you, and you consider changing before heading out on your first adventure in your new neighborhood. Your long, brown hair is tied up in a messy bun on top your head with your loose curls tickling your neck. You disregard the thought of changing, grab your keys, your journal, a pen, and head out the door.

Outside, there’s pockets of people wandering the streets. Some look like tourists, with that familiar upwards gaze looking at the buildings or the constant searching through faces for famous people. You pull the cards out of your back pocket and start looking up names of coffee shops that match the cards. You pick the one right in the middle of the map so you can have a bit of a walk. There aren’t too many cars out this early on a Sunday. LA doesn’t wake up until 10am anyway, you’ve heard. Everyone’s probably still climbing out of bed.

Once inside the coffee shop, you order from the generic looking horn-rimmed glasses wearing, mustached hipster. You grab the number on the metal stand for your food, and find a spot near the large windows and wait on your latte and breakfast sandwich. It’s still pretty empty in the shop, and you have your pick of places to sit. The smell of coffee beans starts waking up your senses. You think to yourself about calling the one friend you have in the area to invite them for coffee, but decide to stay on your own. It’s harder to be on your own in a new place than you thought. It’s anxiety inducing to sit there without the grounding of familiarity. You open your journal and find yourself staring at the blank page hoping writing will ease your anxious thoughts. You glance out the window at the people passing by. Groups of hip, casually dressed thirty-somethings chatter as they head to the restaurant across the way for brunch. There’s a small group of people on the corner in the direction towards your apartment hovering around someone. Likely, a celebrity of some kind. That’s something you’ll have to get used to. Most of the time the “famous” people aren’t those you’d consider a celebrity, anyway.

Your food arrives and you thank the barista as they barely nod in acknowledgment and walk away. You lean into your journal while slowly drinking your latte. You’re pouring your energy into your writing while you feel the tables around you become occupied. A man’s voice mumbles “excuse me” from behind you and without looking up you apologize and scoot your chair towards the table to give him room to sit down. A few minutes pass, and you feel someone’s eyes on you. You don’t want to make it awkward, so you drop your napkin and reach down to pick up and scan the room in the direction you feel the gaze. From a few tables over, a man with sunglasses and blonde curly hair smiles at you. You manage a half-assed close mouthed smile and go back to your writing.

The feeling of the gaze doesn’t go away. About fifteen minutes later you’re about to say something when you look up and notice the man isn’t even there anymore. In his place, two girls sit talking and continue to glance your way while they chat with each other sipping their espresso. The girl with her back to you turns her head and makes eye contact with you while the girl facing you mutters something glancing down.

“Oh no,” you think. “Did I spill something on me? I must look a mess. They’re mocking me because of how unkept I look.” You self-consciously look down at your T-shirt and don’t see anything spilled on you. Maybe your hair? You pull out your top bun and mess with your curls and accidentally bump the man behind you.

“oops, sorry,” you mumble while you nervously adjust your shirt.

“ ‘salright, darlin’,” a soft male voice replies.

You glance back towards the girls and there’s now a couple more looking over. What is going on? Less than a day of living in LA and you’re somehow a social pariah?

You hear a female voice behind you. The barista is bringing the man behind you his coffee. “here you go, one espresso and a breakfast sandwich.” She hovers by the tables. “is there anything else I can get you?”

The male voice speaks again, and you notice a british accent. “no thank you, love. this should do it.”

Where have you heard that voice before?

You glance around again and see the girls who were looking at you before looking a bit beyond you. Suddenly you realize they aren’t looking at you at all. They’re looking at the man behind you.

Where have you heard that voice before??

You put your head back into writing as you finish your sandwich. Just as you’re about to finish your latte one of the girls from the table is walking your direction. She makes eye contact with you again and widens her eyes as she passes you and addresses the man behind you.

“Excuse me? I hope it’s not rude of me to interrupt you while you write, but I wanted to tell you I love your band so much. Could I have an autograph?” She asks him.

A band. Ah, a musician. Of course. Your first day out and you end up sitting next to some famous musician. You don’t want to turn around so obviously, but the suspense is killing you.

“Hi, darlin’. Absolutely, you can have an autograph. Who might I make it out to?”

“Morgan.”

A few moments pass, and the voice speaks again. “Here you are, Morgan. Thanks so much for loving our band.”

She walks away with a skip in her step and she and her friend leave. The minute they’re outside, you watch as they both giddily jump up and down and squeal. You chuckle about their delight and take the last sip of your latte. You feel the chair behind you bump into yours.

“ ‘s a good feeling making them that happy just to say hi,” the familiar voice says. You turn your head in his direction and see him glancing out the window at the girls’ direction. He turns his head, his dark curls dangling there just as unkept as yours, but his are tighter. You immediately recognize that hair. The minute you see those curls and the glimmer of his eyes through the sunglasses, you know exactly whose voice that is.

It’s matty healy.

Your heart sinks to your stomach and you’re not sure what to say in response.

So you don’t say anything at all.

He leans his chin on his right hand while he looks at you sideways. “I saw your Get Up Kids T-shirt when I walked in. I love that album. Great choice.”

Oh, okay. So the first human you’re going to actually interact with your first day in town as a local is Matty Healy. This is fine.

“Thanks. It’s one of my favorites,” you mumble looking down at your shirt. There’s a pause where neither of you say anything at all. You’re unsure if you should make a statement about his band. You know who his band is. You’ve seen them perform.

“Midwest emo, huh? A girl after my heart.” He says moving his sunglasses to the top of his head. His brown eyes feel like they’re consuming your entire being. It’s all a lot. This man knows how to make you feel SEEN. It is both delightful and terrifying. It feels like he can read your thoughts. You nervously giggle.

“That’s what I thought when I woke up this morning. I’ll wear this and grab some depressed emo kid’s heart and run.”

“Who am I??” you think as the words fall out of your mouth.

“Consider your day a success then,” he says. His eyes drop to the tear in the shoulder. His glance lingers there before returning north and meeting your eyes. “I’m Matty.” It feels like he’s taking in every cell in your body.

You look in his eyes and don’t look away. There’s an electric feeling shooting throughout your body. You don’t say your name for a second, and then you smile and tell him. He smiles back and bashfully looks down. He’s not shy, surely.

You look away and see a notebook in front of him on the table, and nod in its direction. “looks like we’re both writing?”

“yeah. Writing kind of morning, I ‘spose,” he says looking towards your journal. You both chuckle.

“i guess so. I wanted to write a bit before I head back to my new apartment and unpack.”

His eyes perk up. “oh? Just moved to Lalaland? Welcome. It’s…something.” He adjusts the way he’s sitting to turn more towards you, with his hand draped over the back of his chair as he leans on his right arm on the table.

You laugh. “The way you colored that ‘something’ tells me all I need to know.” You adjust your body position and accidentally brush your arm against his fingers. An immediate warmth rushes from the spot where you both touched on your arm all through your body. He glances down to his hand and his gaze slowly comes back up to meet yours. There’s another moment of pause.

“it’s an interesting enough place to write, that’s for sure,” he says after a moment. God, does he know when he looks at you it feels like he bores a hole into your soul? “so, are you a writer?”

You nod. You giggle. “you?”

He pauses for a moment, unsure if you were kidding for a nanosecond.

“Sometimes. Right now, yeah.”

“Well, well, well. We should write together sometime.” Your boldness surprises you. It surprises Matty, too.

“Considering how much we’ve both gotten done today on our writing, maybe that’s not such a good idea,” he quips back. His glance lowers to the tear lower in your shirt.

Oh, that wasn’t meant to shoot you down.

You’re uncertain what to say back when his phone starts buzzing from the table. “oh, I’ve gotta take this. One sec. Hello?” he says picking up the call.

You needed this pause to check in with reality. Are you really flirting with Matty Healy right now? Did you almost invite him back to your bare apartment?? You pick up your phone and check it like you have messages to check. Instead, you’ve checked how you look in your camera to see just how messy you look. Oh, god. You’ve got to try to clean yourself up. You quickly decide to run to the restroom to straighten up. As you stand, Matty’s head snaps and the look on his face tells you he’s questioning if you are leaving. You shake your head and gesture towards the bathroom door a little bit away, and mouth asking him if he can watch your stuff. He nods as he continues the conversation on the phone.

The minute you’re in the bathroom you look at your reflection and quickly try to correct the fly away curls and adjust your wrinkly T-shirt and cut offs. Crap, there’s no coming back from this. You met Matty Healy in your scrubby clothes.

You’re gone just long enough to approach the tables where you’re both sitting to hear him laughing as he’s turning towards his own table away from yours. His eyes watch you approach and his head slowly follows you as you sit back down. After a moment you hear him wrapping up. “..okay. I’ll see you soon. Yeah, I know. We’ll see. ..Exactly. Okay. Bye.” His eyes meet yours again after he takes the last sip of his espresso. Is there disappointment in those eyes? You must be projecting. You have to be.

“It’s been lovely meeting you, darlin’. I’ve gotta run. Enjoy LA. The city’s definitely better now that you’re here.” He stands up and turns towards the door. As he does, his hand touches your shoulder and squeezes with care. You look up at him and see him looking down at you with a dark glimmer in his eye while his hand lingers on your shoulder. You can’t help it, you imagine the sight of him at that angle in the dirtiest way. He smirks at you as if he also imagines the same thing, but you know he can’t be. His hand hasn’t moved from your shoulder, and you haven’t said anything back yet.

“I’m glad you were the first person I’ve met in LA, Matty.” You say looking up at him. He smiles, and walks towards the door and heads around the corner away from the direction of your apartment.

You sit there frozen for a moment before grabbing your things awkwardly and heading back home. As soon as you’re home, the mountains of boxes call you to unpack but you are shaking from the encounter. You decide to call your mom instead. Excitedly, you tell her all about the encounter and how you didn’t even know he was there. She gets just as excited as you, since she knows how much you like the band. You tell her how you were where she bought the gift card and writing in your journal and didn’t know he was behind you. As you’re telling her the story, you grab your journal and open it to a random blank page a little bit after where you’ve stopped writing. There, in scribbled handwriting, is a message. You freeze.

“Honey? Honey? Are you still there? What happened?”

Scribbled towards the bottom of the page is a message in Matty’s writing.

“Let’s get together. Matty xx” and his number right after.

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