#The Gesture of Smoking

[cwadamson]

Tobacco Talk: How to Share Your Research

Tobacco Talk: How to Share Your Research

Just puffand aim a beamof smoke at nothingbut the fact of satisfaction …What seems a treasurein this world is notfor us to measure.Sometimes it’s quiteenough to marvelat a dream that turnedmere leaves into a pleasure.– Samuel Hazo, “When the Evening Gets Down to Cigars”Occasional verse delivered at a meeting of the Rascals, Rogues, and Rapscallions. The students in my honors class are finishing…

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#Conferences #Father the Flame #Hermeneutics #Love #Pipe Smoking #Pipemaking #Poetry #Public Humanities #Public Scholarship #Samuel Hazo #Smoking #The Gesture of Smoking

[velichorus-k]

The second installment of this comic right here. In which the gang hangs out :) pages under the cut!

#The thing about repetitive panels is that they look easy but I have no process so they are in fact extremely difficult and I hate doing them #But they're IMPORTANT #Those last few panels look like an edgy music video but Im allowing myself to be cheesy. I can do whatever I want forever (sweating) #rayman #ramon #bullfrog captain laserhawk #dolph laserhawk #captain laserhawk #clh #clh fanart #three's aground #three's aground comic #art #alcohol #smoking #discussion of death #mentions of violence #violence mention #Like I have no idea how to tag tws hope that's ok #*vine noise* *sweeping hand gesture* look at all those tags

[selfox]

Eh, am I still allowed on the internet???

#dr drakken #drakken #motor ed #drew lipsky #eddy lipsky #LipskyTale #listen idk what i smoked it just *wild sluggish gestures* appeared #cyborg's stuff #kim possible #I'm so sorry Eddy . one day I'll be able to draw you and your mane

[shima-draws]

Nami giving Sanji permission to smoke while in her body was. Actually very sweet 🥺

#And Sanji made sure too like 'Are you sure??' #IDK IT WAS A SWEET GESTURE #She knows smoking does something for him so #One Piece #Btw lost my mind a little when Law showed up. Torao <33333 #Love all the nicknames he has across translations lol #Torao. Tra-guy. Traffy. #Shima speaks

[nomiyakazehaya]

so what if megatron had some shadow/smoke-manipulating powers aka i got carried away and ended up putting way more effort into this "doodle" than i would've liked. 💀 the idea came up a little while back when i was chronically omen-pilled (i still am), and has stuck ever since 😂 i am kinda tempted to see this with other megatrons too so maybe i'll add that to my agenda 🥲

clean, less eyestrain version below

#transformers #tranformers prime #tfp #megatron #maccadam #⋘ 『 ─ noms' art; 』 ⋙ #i was going to add some extra dynamic gestures and chibis too but #i do not have. the energy. #this was supposed to be a simple digitizing process. #i ended up working on this for two days straight 🥲 #i know shadows and smoke are edgy as hell #but you will have to pry it from my cold dead hands #i will die with my edgy tastes 😩

[softinjections]

reblog this to light your f/o's cigarette with your own

#*croaks* #i don't smoke personally but if i did i would do this #it's such a homoerotic and tender gesture #this can be about weed or tobacco cigarettes btw idgaf

[etruatcaelum]

[ @redacted-muses | raven // for sienna ]

Of all the reasons to go home, making offers of alliance to Shade Academy of all institutions is not one Sienna would have entertained even in jest before Atlas fell; war made for strange bedfellows indeed. She stops a stone's throw from the imposing outer wall, mouth a hard line, ears pinned back in reflexive distaste—both for the humans running the place and the self-important air exuding from the monumental stonework.

"Tch. Still an eyesore." Sighing, she steels herself and moves forward, narrow-eyed gaze locked onto the huntress loitering before the gate. Briskly, "Are you with them?" Her chin lifts to indicate the school. She's not in the habit of introducing herself.

#LEGENDS AND FAIRYTALES ( ic. ) #THE OLD MOON IS TARNISHED WITH SMOKE ( sc: sienna. ) #I DO NOT FEAR IT: I HAVE BEEN THERE ( v: dawn. ) #redacted muses #[ reports of her death have been greatly exaggerated #gestures vaguely. her page is up for canon divergence reasons but that's the gist of it really hrjfhfjd ]

[keepthebeanscool]

i’ve reached the point where i subconsciously do the choreo along with the songs when i listen to the npmd soundtrack which is actually kind of a problem because i can and will start to do the go go nighthawks cheer routine in my seat during class without noticing

#npmd #nerdy prudes must die #i stop writing in the middle of my sentence to do the smoke club gesture without missing a beat #my classmates probably think i’m insane actually #jaspers rambles

[puppypawprintce]

bwrwrrwrwrrrr i think severus should need reading glasses

#lots of smoke and steam from potions gettinv in your eyes cant be good for you #also [gestures at the magical combat hes had to endure] #severus snape #now my only question is what frames....

[nuwildcat]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Porsche Pachara Kittisawat/Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun Characters: Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, Korn Theerapanyakun, Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Khun Tankhun Theerapanyakun, Gun Theerapanyakun, Jom (KinnPorsche: The Series), Yok (KinnPorsche: The Series) Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, AU typical violence, I've got werewolves and vampires they tend to fight, coven and pack politics, AU type racism, some people are really mean to Porsche in this, but they don't last long, Vampire Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Werewolf Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Alternate Universe - Vampire, BAMF Porsche, Mates, Werewolf Mates, Mating Rituals, Light BDSM, Power Dynamics, Bottom Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Look I think my man deserves to be knotted, Miscommunication, Hand Jobs, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Dirty Talk, Verbal Humiliation, Praise Kink, Biting, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Anal Sex, Knotting Series: Part 4 of Smoke and Raindrops Summary:

Porsche is an alpha werewolf, that means that any threat against his pack is taken seriously. If someone were stupid enough to attack those he calls family, they would meet retribution via his claws quickly.

This particular group of vampires is stupid enough to threaten his pack and insult Kinn as well.

Porsche is happy to show them the error of their ways, and maybe snag himself a mate along the way.

Oh dear, I’m back with more fic! This one is fresh back from beta and piping hot for all your new years needs. Enjoy the final installment in this series and Happy New Year all!

#my fic #pack and power #smoke and raindrops #werewolf Porsche #vampire Kinn #kinnporsche #I finally knock their heads together and make them make this official #they don't really talk about it cause *gestures to them both* #enjoy kiddies! #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche fanfic #kpts fanfic #kinn theerapanyakul #porsche kittisawasd

[faunina]

they got bitches in castle dracula???

bonus:

#dracula daily #three weed smoking girlfriends #i hope the poses and like -gestures vaguely- everything else is Enough to carry the reference #im def not the first person to make this joke and im only feeling so-so about the execution but. GOOD ENOUGH FOR HELLSITE #safe to say that this update was GREATLY amusing to me. having a grand time being gay and stuff #ficta et picta #a personal blogging experience

[cwadamson]

Tobacco Talk: Critique and Colonialism

This week I introduce my students to critique as we read depictions of smoking together.

Those, who deliberately inhale this noxious poison, are not putting their talents out to the best advantage, nor are they faithful servants of their Heavenly Master. So much might be said in condemnation of the impure and baneful practice of smoking, that an attempt to grasp the whole subject, would far exceed the limits of this simple Essay. – “Smoke Not” an Essay by Miss E. S. C of the British…

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#Anti-Smoking Tracts #Hermeneutics #Hermeneutics of Suspicion #Lisa Pegram #Marx #Nietzsche #Pipe Smoking #Poetry #Postcolonial Theory #Rudyard Kipling #Sigmund Freud #Smoking #The Gesture of Smoking #Tobias Hume

[royalarmyofoz]

pharma bitch ceo katherine hastings stress smoking is something to think about

#how long did she smoke? #when did she start? why? #does she still have a half-empty stale pack stashed away somewhere? for some rainy stressful day #brb picturing katherine having A Moment saying fuck it and lighting one up #and sadie sees her (maybe she's having A Moment too) and in the vain of allison and patty (kcfh) #thinks she needs to make a grand romantic gesture so she marches over to katherine #holding eye contact the entire time she grabs the cigarette and takes a deep long drag #still holding that eye contact #then her lungs implode and she dissolves into coughs #idk im just thinking... #sadie x katherine #american auto #katherine hastings

[aria0fgold]

In this world, the storm will pass

Alec sat atop the railing of the balcony, looking up at the sky as it slowly dims to reveal the countless stars awaiting the night to be seen, to twinkle at the life below the vast sky. A cigarette placed between his lips, smoke rising up to the stars that he can only dream of reaching someday.

His eyes were vacant, what was once a vibrant blue, like the sky in a cloudless sunny day, is now merely as dull as the sky in the fog, in the stormy weather that never left. But it's getting better now. Slowly, slowly… Like clouds drifting in a windless day, moving an inch, yet moving still. Slowly… The storm will pass. But for now, he'll stay in the eye of it.

Standing beneath the stars surrounded by a quiet storm all kept inside. In this world, everything is the same, yet different. In this world, everyone is alive, safe from a greater danger than life itself. In this world, Alec is supposed to be dead, yet here he is… Someone else. In this world, his family lost Alec, yet in his world, he lost everything.

So what is he doing here then? Intruding in a world that didn't need someone like him. An Alec that was doomed to have nothing, living in a world that has moved on from Alec's death. He doesn't know, doesn't understand. He gave up understanding the world ever since that day, the day where it collapsed, leaving him with nothing but ruin. He always thought that, it would be better for him to have lost himself to the forest instead than be brought here by whatever force, whatever power, whatever God, who thought it entertaining to put him here, in this world. Is it fun? His life… to be toyed with by fate, by the world itself, is it fun? He gave up wondering about it, gave up on an answer he didn't need to hear.

Alec took a drag on his cigarette, frankly, he isn't one to smoke, he isn't one to drink, he isn't one to do any such things. But what does it matter anyway? His body… won't sustain any damage from it anymore. It's different. Everything is. Nothing was ever the same ever since his world started collapsing. Nothing was. So it didn't matter, whatever damage he does to his body didn't matter, it'll just heal it all anyway. Leaving not even scars on his skin, what a picture perfect body, devoid of scars. One would wonder if he ever went through such things, when there's nothing for him to show for it.

Alec glanced down, it was pretty high. This house, this balcony on the third floor. He gave up on that thought long ago though, it was the only constant he has left, his will to live, even after everything. Foolish, isn't it? To continue wanting to live even after all that, for what reason really? He doesn't know anymore, his memory isn't as good as it was before. So much so, that he's guilty of forgetting what his family looked like. Had he not been living in this world, he would've forgotten their names too.

Alec looked up again, to the pitch black sky, the stars brightly twinkling at him. Back in his world, he found solace in the night, in the stars above. He thought of them as his family watching over him, was it a myth he read back then? The souls of your loved ones becoming stars in the night sky. What of it now, however? In a world where everything is okay, is his family's souls still amongst the sea of stars, watching over him like they did before? What would they think of him now? Would they be happy? Glad? Relieved? Or would they be mad? Upset? Betrayed? To see Alec be happy with someone that's them yet aren't at the same time?

He doesn't want to think about it.

Just as Alec brought the cigarette to his lips to take another drag, the hand of another reached out to take it from his own, he didn't need to turn around to know who it belonged to. He knows it already, by heart.

“You okay?” Ray stood beside him, leaning on the railing as he threw the cigarette to the ground. Putting the fire out with his slippers.

“You're going to ruin that pair soon if you keep that up…”

“Well, that's fine. I forgot to grab the ashtray on the way.” Ray hummed, “You dodged my question again though.” His voice had a slight teasing tone, mouth formed into a small grin as he glanced at Alec.

“It's always the same answer, anyway.” I'm fine. That's the answer he always gives to that question, every single time. He knows it's a lie, they know it's a lie, but what else can he say when words aren't enough to convey whatever he's been feeling ever since then?

“I don't mind that. Maybe, once a lie is repeated enough times, it'd come true someday.” Ray chuckled, “Though that sounds a bit dangerous, now that I think about it.”

Silence fell between the both of them, it isn't heavy nor is it tense. It was comfortable, like the breeze of the night. Ray looked to the sky, and Alec… he looked to Ray's eyes. It was as dark as the night sky, reflecting the countless stars twinkling high above with a light all too familiar yet not at the same time. This is Ray, yet not his Ray. That is Ray, one who've turned into light, amongst the sea of many others, high above the sky, a bright twinkling star. In a way, he did become a ray of light, just not that of sunshine as he would always say.

Alec moved his eyes towards the sky once more, and the two stayed there, in the silence, below the night sky, underneath the stars, they bathed in the light of a hundred promises, a thousand wishes and a million hopes for a future gentler than their present.

#ariawrites #ariaoc #ariaoc: Alec #ariaoc: Ray #angst #uuuuhhhhhhh how do you tag this thing. nothing triggering in it??? i think? other than angst it aint that heavy #well theres smoking so ig i should tag that one then???? its been waaay too long since i did smth like this #tw smoking #also also to have a lil more context bout whats happening here. basically this is set in an au where the alec here #belonged in a world that ''collapsed'' like some doomsday thing. Stuff happened and everyone he loved is practically dead #hes one of the survivors. he gained some regeneration/self healing from the Event. a lot of things changed and hes desperate #to cling onto anything that Didnt change. a constant to find comfort in. and thats his will to live despite *gestures vaguely* everything #anyway when he reached his limit he was just thinkin of going into a forest to walk. to be lost. or just anything #but theeen he fell through a portal (i call em stray portals in my universe. they pop up randomly) that appeared below him #That portal led him to This world! where everything is alright. no world ending event happened. everyone is alive. except #for one thing... the alec in this world is dead. and his family were still in the process of moving on from it when suddenly #this Guy appeared that looked Very much so identical to alec so Things happened. and theyre all in the process of healing #alec is healing from the Event. the others are healing from their alec's death and all of em are relearning to love #alec is relearning to love these ppl that are his family yet not at the same time. his family is learning to love and give space to #this alec without seemingly replacing their own alec that had died. its a pretty delicate process of healing from grief

[wawawawawawawawawawawawawa]

no children is such a shizaya song, sung by izaya

#I AM DROWNING THERE IS NO SIGN OF LAND. **YOU ARE COMING DOWN WITH ME.** #I HOPE YOU DIE. I HOPE WE BOTH DIE *GESTURING TO THE KETSU FIGHT* #I HOPE THE RISING BLACK SMOKE CARRIES ME FAR AWAY AND I NEVER. COME BACK. TO THIS TOWN AGAIN #DO YOU GET IT TO DYOU UNDERSTANDNDOYOUGRT IT #waposts

[antiquery]

I know this is in part because of the Choices the Netflix adaptation made so I can't be too peeved at the internet, but shipping Dream and Hob and being like "yes they are good for each other and it would be awesome if they had a romance" is the narrative equivalent of looking at Don and Peggy's dynamic on Mad Men and thinking "aha, I know what will Fix Don, and it is hooking up with Peggy." my brother in Christ that man is a monster in a person suit who ruins everything he touches even when he doesn't mean to except for the single solitary honest friendship he somehow managed to salvage from the wreckage. at least one of his romantic partners is condemned to Hell because of him! this is not going to go the way you think!

#notebook #one of the single most affecting don moments in the show is him rejecting Peggy's advances in Smoke Gets In Your Eyes #a tiny gesture of humanity that lets us know Dick Whitman (even though we don't know him yet) is alive in there somewhere #that's the role Hob has to play in Dream's story: the ordinary recipient of unbearable kindness from someone who doesn't seem capable of it #the second you make it romantic you run into the problem of reciprocity: Dream wants something from all his partners #something that none of them can give him #and he ruins their lives for this failure to meet his expectations #he doesn't want anything from Hob except human connection #that's what makes the relationship so exceptional in Dream's life #(and what makes it so tragic when that's not enough to save him) #(the monster turning into a man is supposed to be a triumph: but when that happend what is the man supposed to do #with all the things the monster did?) #sandman