#but consumerism and bright lights are Not It

[identitty-dickruption]

it’s that time of year where uh.

me (a christian) 🤝 my friends in religious minorities

getting sick of people referring to Christmas as a secular holiday

#nobody does christmas properly and unfortunately that’s mostly the fault of christians #I understand different cultural norms in regards to christmas #but consumerism and bright lights are Not It

[gingerjolover]

Maskin in each other’s presence - Josette Maskin (MUNA) x fem!reader (soft!gf)

sypnosis: chronic migraine!gf "ruins" dinner, but jo makes it all better:)

g's notes: look...she's late but she's here, (she's also unedited and not titled grrrr) I'll be posting vday fics until the 16th :-)

thank u cutie anon for the title <3

warnings: RPF, migraine-y symptoms, nausea but no s!ck, fluffy fluff, jo being a sweetheart, crying, smutty comments, jo's soft!gf is lowkey grumpy!gf, no physical descriptors?

Most of your life you hated Valentine's day. Once mandatory valentine's day cards were stopped in school and it started to get romantic is when your opinion on it changed. The pressure, even as a teenager, to have a valentine, combined with the hyper-consumerism of it all made it almost unbearable. almost. until you met jo.

Granted, every day felt like Valentine's Day with Jo. If there's one thing Josette is good at, it's spoiling you. She somehow cracked the walls around your heart and buttered you up with bouquets of flowers, chipping away at your disdain for the holiday with every specialty pint of ice cream and "all you can carry" trip to the bookstore.

This Valentine's had been nothing short of perfect. Jo had been busy recording Gayotic and working on the album, but Muna was finally taking a break after the Grammy, and her plans for you aligned. You had agreed on no gifts, but there's one thing Josette is going to do: get you practical gifts that you can't get mad at her for.

She awoke you with breakfast in bed, a wonderful assortment of pastries, and your favorite tea before curling into your side, her lips moving up and down your neck and jaw, biting into the junction of your shoulder softly. With kisses on your shoulder, you get dressed for a short hike, stopping by Katie's to let Bleu run around and play with her friends. You had lunch by the beach, strolling down the coast in a rental car, top-down, as Jo's hand rests on your thigh as she weaves through her hometown streets. You nap together on the hammock in the backyard; Jo reads to you from your current read, one she picked out for you (again, practical gifts), as you rest your head on their chest, fingers gently threading through your hair and rubbing your scalp.

The day had been perfect, basking in each other's presence and welcoming the sunshine after LA had been weirdly cold and rainy. You're sitting on the floor doing your makeup in front of the standing mirror (your unbuilt vanity in boxes because Jo doesn't have the guts to ask Naomi to help her build it) while Josette stands behind you, tucking their dress shirt into a pair of slacks. It's slight, but the pain behind your left eye makes you freeze, mascara wand in front of your eye.

"What's wrong?" Jo murmurs.

"Huh?"

"You look like you saw a ghost..." Jo giggles undertones of worry in their tone.

"Oh, just- was thinking- need to make sure I shut the curling iron off," you say quickly, coming up with an excuse. Your refusal to let the inclination of a headache or migraine ruin your night.

"Can I unplug it now?" Jo asks sweetly, heading towards the bathroom. Jo heads in and unplugs as soon as you nod and continue doing your makeup.

"Thanks," you mumble, focusing on not getting any mascara on your pink eyelids. The pain subsides, and you continue getting ready.

It's not until you're in the car, the headlights make you wince, the lights bright and looking like starbursts, that you realize you're indeed getting a migraine. Jo's hand is again fixed on your thigh, tapping gently along with the music, when a slight pain shoots up the base of your neck to your head. As Jo parks and holds out her hand for you, you wobble slightly, Jo's eyes flashing with concern as you giggle it off, blaming it on your heels.

All throughout dinner, Jo keeps a close eye on you, noticing your blinks becoming longer, the way you push your food around on your fork, sipping cold water gently. Josette goes to the bathroom and, on her way back to the table, sees you with your fingers at your temples, rubbing gently as you crane your neck. Jo comes back, rubbing the back of your neck, "Why didn't you tell me you were getting a migraine?" she murmurs softly, eyes flooded with worry and disappointment. You quickly straighten up, trying to brush it off.

"I'm fine, Josie, I swear," you say, face paling at the sharp pain behind your eyes.

"You can't fool me, doll," Jo groans, pulling out their wallet as they sit back down.

"No, wait, we haven't even ordered dessert," you slur out, cursing yourself for not taking something to prevent the bad symptoms earlier.

"Baby girl, you're slurring; we can get dessert later; I need to get you home," Jo says, voice firm and definitive.

You pout, tears welling in your eyes as Jo pays for your meal, feeling guilty as she gently holds your back and walks you to the car. Instantly Jo is in caretaker mode, the food is placed in the trunk sp the smells don't bother you, she has you close your eyes, opening the windows for fresh air, taking a piece of peppermint gum and handing it to you gently.

"Just until we get home," Josette mumbles, buckling in your seatbelt and wiping your tears away with her thumb. You can't help but cry, yes, from the pain but also for ruining a perfect day, knowing there won't be any fun, intimate activities tonight.

Jo starts to drive quickly but safely, trying to keep the movements of the car limited, knowing the pain could turn to nausea quick.

"Don't cry, baby, I know it hurts; you didn't bring your meds, did you?" Jo asks, rubbing your knee.

You shake your head. "No," chewing the gum gently as you try to take deep breaths, the pain becoming more intense every minute in the car.

"I don't feel good, Josie." You cry, the mind-numbing pain now paired with nausea. At the next red light, Jo reaches into the glove compartment, getting alcohol pads, ripping them open to have you sniff to curb the nausea. "You're okay, sweet girl, just breathe," she murmurs again, trying to get home as fast as possible.

The second you're back home, the migraine routine Jo can do with her eyes closed begins. They immediately help you into pajamas, propping you up with a bin at your bedside. They grab your face roller, eye mask, and migraine gap, collecting your water bottle and meds before heating up a heat pack for your feet.

"Come on, that's my girl," Jo mumbles proudly, voice filtered with a teasing tone, watching you sip water after taking your meds, the room as dark as possible, Bleu lying at the end of your bed, head resting on your feet. "Good girl...you nauseous?" Jo whispers, smiling when you shake your head no. "Okay, stay still for a little," they say softly, moving to the bathroom to set up after the medication kicks in.

After 45 minutes and a quick nap, the pain is duller, and your migraine cap is thawed. Bleu's head is resting on your lower stomach, your hand moving to scratch her ears. Jo returns to the room when she hears her tail thumping against the bed. "You awake?" Jo whispers, walking over to your side of the bed and rubbing a hand down your arm.

"Mhm," you mumble, removing the cap. The room is dark except for a few unscented candles scattered around.

"Bath time?" Jo smiles, rubbing your cheek softly, holding your chin as she leans in and kisses your cheek. They help you get out of bed, gently stripping you of your pajamas and helping you get into the bath, the hot water and Epsom salts helping soothe your muscles. The bathroom is dark, besides unscented candlelight. Jo is sitting beside the tub, rubbing your back gently as you sit in the warm soapy water.

"I'm sorry," you say tearfully.

"For what?" Jo asks curiously, moving to wash your hair.

"Ruining dinner," you sniffle, wiping your eyes.

Jo chuckles softly, massaging your scalp gently. "You have no reason to be sorry, baby..." they start, moving to rinse your hair. "Do I wish we were in the tub doing... other things... yes, of course... but it's not your fault you got a migraine. In fact, it's a good reminder that you need your shot tomorrow," Jo says softly, squeezing the excess water out of your hair.

You groan, thankful that Jo has been willing to give you your migraine injection in the outer thigh for most of your relationship thus far, but it's never enjoyable. But even the things that were never enjoyable, like Valentine's Day, are much better with Jo. As she sits on the floor next to the tub in sweatpants and a sports bra, you can't help but be grateful for all they do for you. Jo makes everything full of love and light; for every migraine, birthday, illness, stressor, holiday, party, and everything in between.

"What kinda things?" you mumble, cheeks heating up as she scrubs your back.

"How about we have a do-over tomorrow? Let me wake you up with some of the things I wanna do, eh?" they say with a smirk, kissing your damp cheek with a cheeky smile on her face.

#anon cutie requested #but i cant find the ask #jo maskin x chronic mirgaine!gf #josette maskin x reader #josette maskin x fem!reader #gingy's cupid shuffle #valentines day #muna x reader #muna mini fic

[hobiebrownismygod]

Headcanon - Hobie seeing the sunset for the first time in Pav's universe - Fluff

I got the idea from the art above! Check it out, its really beautiful <3

Hobie Brown got his powers after being bitten by a spider from a toxic waste dump, which led to him becoming Spider-man. His version of London is controlled by a Norman Osborne variant that's rules through a fascist dictatorship based on extreme consumerism and controlled by large businesses. Because of this, its completely plausible that his universe is plagued by pollution, to the point where it can be hard to see the sky on most days.

His universe is also mostly black and white as we saw in ATSV with some bright, flashy colors here and then. This plus the pollution would make the sunsets fairly hard to see or not as memorable.

Fast-forward to right before ATSV, after Hobie joins the Spider Society and meets Pav. He's just hanging out in Pav's dimension, swinging beside him and not really paying attention to his surroundings. They're talking, laughing, just enjoying their time together kind of like the scene in ATSV where Miles and Gwen are swinging through Brooklyn together.

Suddenly, Hobie sees Pav swing up onto a tall building and stop up there. He goes and follows, stumbling slightly as he lands on top of the roof and putting his hands in his pockets while walking toward him. "Whatcha looking at?"

He turns to see what Pav's looking at and his jaw drops. He pulls off his mask, his eyes widening as he looks out into the distance, mouth agape. "Woah."

The bright colors of Earth-50101 (Mumbattan) perfectly complement the soft orange, and the shocking pink of the sky with hints of light, baby blue in the distance. The beautiful, big yellow sun is only half-visible as it slowly sets in the distance, casting a brilliant gold glow over everything in sight. He's never seen anything like it. The colors are soft, not flashy like he's used to, and they kind of melt together like a painting. The sky is so...visible. No black clouds hovering around the sky, no giant billboards with dictatorial messages on them.

Time feels like its stopped as Hobie just stares into the distance, wanting to etch this sight into his memory for the rest of his life. he doesn't want this moment to end but alas, the sun eventually sets and the sky is engulfed in darkness. The entire time, Pav was just watching Hobie's expressions change with a grin on his face, basking in his friend's awe. "Like what you see?" He asked, playfully punching Hobie's shoulder. He's snapped out of his trance, closing his mouth shut and looking back at Pav, his expression slowly morphing into an amazed smile. "Yeah. Yeah mate, I did."

#hobie brown #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv hobie #miles morales #pavitr prabhakar #spiderman atsv #spiderverse #atsv pavitr #spiderverse pavitr #pavitr my beloved #Pavitr prabhakar #hobie fluff #hobie spiderverse #hobie brown fanart #hobie my beloved #hobie brown headcanons #hobie fanart #spider punk #hobart brown #spiderman india #spider man india #mumbattan #pavitr headcanons #spider verse headcanons #beyond the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spiderpunk x y/n

[horror-lady00]

Enid, wearing glowing sweater, spelling "Ho-Ho-Ho": Are you ready to celebrate Christmas, Sreda?

Wednesday: Oh yes. I can't wait to indulge into consumerism. Watching people spend they last money on useless junk that they going to throw out the next day is a true delight.

Enid: ... I can't tell if you being sarcastic or serious?

Wednesday: Guess.

*As they walk out to the door, bright-red rocket-jet fueled sleight stops near the window. A short person in green fur, raggedy Santa costume and no pants picks his head out*

Grinch: Wednesday! Little Wednesday! Are you ready to grinch another Christmas?

Wednesday: Sorry, uncle Grinch. My parents decided to spend this Christmas with uncle Jack and aunt Sally.

Grinch: Aw, c'mon, girl... Look! I even made you your own costume! *Takes out small outfit made of old leather, black fur, chains and couple of goat horns*

Wednesday: Hmm...

Enid: Wednesday, you don't seriously consider to spend Christmas with your uncle, going from door to door, stealing all presents, just to see utterly destroyed faces of disappointed children, as they come down stairs at tomorrow morning. Instead of spending time with your fa...

Wednesday, already in sleight, wearing her costume: Tell my parents I said "goodbye".

*Cackling like a maniac, Grinch and Wednesday fly into the dark sky. Lights on Enid's sweater break down, reading "o-oh" now*

#wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #wenid #how the grinch stole christmas #grinch

[poems-from-around-the-world]

The Star-Bright Hour - Betti Alver - Estonia

Translator: Unknown (Estonian)

The wind won’t ask: to what did life amount? To yourself you’ll render your own account.

However long, however dark the night – your forehead bears your name in plain sight.

Each leaf that sees the sunlight falls unknown with all the rest. Yet each one falls alone.

No shining goal, no star to travel toward? Go and see what is consumerism’s reward.

Do you know how kindness grows, unseen and gentle? Why cruel deeds are never accidental? Why helmets rust unless they bloom and flower? Why life can never repeat its star-bright hour? Why tiny flames withstood the snowstorm’s test and flickered on within the human breast?

Go ask your betters, do their bidding. Go ask the dead. And then go ask the living.

But never ask yesterday for those who happened to stray across the sandy marsh into pitch-black night.

It’s all the same to them – was it spite that made the boatman take his chance without a light, or was it happenstance?

#The Star-Bright Hour #Betti Alver #Estonia #Translation: Estonian #poem #poetry #poems from around the world

[immemorymag]

My name is Maria Nikiforova, I am a self-taught photographer born in 1986 in Russia; I spent part of my childhood in Canada, where the climate is quite similar. The long months of darkness and cold have taught me to appreciate every tiny speck of light, every little flower, every leaf.

Through photography I seek peace of mind, reflect on mental health in the bright and fast modern world, consumer culture, as well as ecology and humanity.

 Initially, picking up a camera helped me to get out and express everything I was going through dealing with mental illness in my family; taking photographs became a kind of meditation and salvation for me.

 I photograph nature using digital cameras with vintage manual lenses as well as film cameras.

Through simple and often minimalist photographs of nature, I want to remind the viewer how much we, the people of the modern world, have become caught up in the cult of consumerism, the saturation of unnecessary information and visual noise, to the point where we have stopped hearing and understanding ourselves, and have replaced our true values with those of modern society, which is run by brands and corporations. I believe that peaceful images of nature have the power to bring you back to the present moment and calm your mind.

Nature is the power that has always existed and will always exist. 

Trees, mountains, rivers, oceans, stars - all this will remain even if we become extinct like the dinosaurs or destroy ourselves and each other with all the weapons we have created.

#photography #art collective #photomagazine #culture #art #bnwphotography #female photographers #support female artists

[50cal-fullauto-astarion]

Your opinion on minimalism, your favourite notes in perfume, silly little walks, smudged khol eyeliner, what brand of cigarettes Soap smokes and the zombie Ghost skin and its broken jaw 💖💖

as far as interior design and western minimalism as a philosophy goes, i FUCKING HATE MINIMALISM. I HATE IT WITH ALL OF MY HEART. EVERY SQUARE INCH OF THAT FETID, FOUL FUCKING MUSCLE. oh god, and the fact that it's essentially a tool of rich white assholes who've not only thoroughly fucking warped principals of already existing philosophies--get this kez, you'll shit--including stoicism and buddhism, but has essentially come to subtle-signal wealth and elitism bc you do not need to stock pile possessions on the off chance of not being able to replace them. lose your $500 fountain pen? just go buy another one. and on that point, it feeds into useless consumerism. i hate it i hate it. other facets of minimalism i can't really comment on bc i'm not as familiar dslkjs.

my favorite notes in perfume are very silly and widespread, but they make me happy!! ((: i love rose, and cherry, and jasmine. i LOVE musk and patchouli. tobacco and leather and coffee!! my ALL TIME favorite scent i've gotten to wear is jo malone's blackberry and bay. one of my very very best friends, wards, bought it for me as a christmas present bc they read the description and it reminded them of my second dnd character, jakobi, and my heart broke in little pieces at the sweetness of it. i wore it until the bottle ran dry and i can't wait to get another one slkslk. the site description of it: "blackberry, bay leaves, cedarwood. Childhood memories of blackberry picking…A burst of deep, tart blackberry juice, blending with the freshness of just-gathered bay and brambly woods. Vibrant and verdant"

silly little walks are HEALING, DAMMIT. oh they make my heart pleased. i like just wandering, and i wish i did more of it for the sake of doing it.

SMUDGED KHOL LINER IS SEXY AND I WILL HEAR NO NAYSAYERS ON THE TOPIC. god i've wanted to get into it so bad, but i always forget until i don't have money and then i don't remember dskjsdl. but good lord, throwing some smoke around some eyes is an instant way to get some stunning brightness, my achilles heel for real!!

oh god, soap is trouble when it comes to smoking, i feel it in my fucking bones lkjsds. i see him as a social smoker, where if the situation calls for it he'll grab a pack or bum a couple if he's hanging out with some ppl, and god help his lungs if he's drunk, CONSTANT chainsmoking with this boy, always lighting another before his current is even out.

oh dear GOD i just looked up what cigarette brands are popular in scotland, ALMOST FIFTEEN POUND FOR A PACK OF MARLBORO REDS?? MY CIGARETTES ARE 6.24 POUND CONVERTED. jesus christ. yeah, so that leans into my hc. he is going to always go for the cheapo lung shredders, and i'm thinking chesterfield menthol lights! i feel like maybe he picked it up from his granddad or some gaffer he got tossed at as a kid to work off extra energy helping him out. they're familiar and make him feel nostalgic, but he realizes that the memories he's missing aren't what he remembers.

i want to kiss and marry and love and take care of and wipe the face of broken jaw zombie ghost skin and i am in fact writing something about this or at the very least cooking ideas slkjla. i saw a theory that he broke his own jaw to keep himself from biting people and good god the idea of that level of brutal pragmatism taking him over with maybe his last moments of consciousness EATS ME ALIVE. AND HE'S DEAD. IT WILL NEVER HEAL. IT WILL NEVER BE WELL AGAIN.

#holler holler get $ #THANK YOU KEZ BABE I LOVED THESE SLKJSLK

[wernerherzogshave]

Is It Recovery

Bright light plaster - living in suitcases - hotels from Liverpool to Tokyo - transcendental consumerism has us by the throat because we asked it to - "uncle" over & over - LAX is a mouth

always under construction;

I'm under water in a sketchy part of town - an unfinished person in an unfinished place - suitcase latch & leather - the geometry of someplace else - last night in my dream you had your thumb in my mouth & I was crying, but I wasn't sad - maybe just overwhelmed

Is this recovery? Even the taxi drivers here look at me different Memories of movies from all over - Midnight Run, Blade Runner, Painters Painting - I can hear planes taking off - all the supermall neon signs here are sprawled out like unwelcome guests on the living room couch of a fairly decent mid-sized family home

#poetry #poetblr #writerblr #writerscreed #poeticstories #poetry on tumblr #tumblr poetry #poets on tumblr #tumblr poets #spilled ink #california #los angeles

[disaster-transport]

Notes on Defunct Cedar Point Ride Disaster Transport

There is no one opinion made about defunct Cedar Point Ride Disaster Transport (Many believe that is was a failed attempt to recreate disney’s Space Mountain (that even if if was a failure it was that of a greater stage capitalist level (which is reflective of a greater societal issue (which would then encompass a greater questioning of the morality of theme parks(Connecting back to the issue of greater communication and the entertainment industry in the 20th and 21st centuries)))). The fact of the matter is that there is no correct opinion about the ride, but rather an objective truth about the themes that make up the ride’s cultivation and theming. The themes throughout the rides reflect horror; They reflect not only the horror of a trip to space hijacked by space pirates, but also they reflect the greater horror of a modern day capitalist society that does not regulate the power of big corporations, especially when it comes to the safety of those employed by it and the consumers involved in supporting it. It reflects the greater horror of self-destructive consumerism.

To fully understand defunct Cedar Point ride Disaster Transport, you need to examine the theming that makes up the ride. There was one drawback of the theming that made it almost incomprehensible, though: it was made in the 1990s. Many were confused by the lack of connection between items. Many struggled to see how the one, overworked, one robot running the reception and management duties of Dispatch Master Transport is reflective of the common understaffing and overworking problem in corporate businesses. Many also struggled to see how it’s mysterious and dark tracking connected to shady coverups of business malfunctions.

There is a great disconnect between the actual message of the ride and the modern-day multi-million dollar effects it is often scrutinized with. But, those who value small-scale attractions and give greater meaning to the ride. Many remember the memorabilia from the ride, and how much fun they had with their family on the ride, as it was accessible for riders of most age groups. The rides' new and not necessarily sustainable effects are those that cater to a different audience who are in a different socio-economic class than most “esteemed coaster critics”. The ride was good for both the company of Cedar Fair and for the families that couldn’t afford to fly to Orlando or to California to give their children the childhood they believed they deserved. Cedar Fair’s efforts to create the Disney World of the midwest while perceived as an attempt to recreate the success of Walt in a cheap fashion, were also a win for the average man -- a business venture that turned out to be honorable in itself.

The question still remains today (a decade after the ride’s closure): what was Disaster Transport. Disaster Transport was an indoor rollercoaster that made a family ride into one that could remain open more often than not -- contradicting its predecessor, Avalanche Run. The ride was supposed to become a long lasting staple of Cedar Point's infrastructure. Its theming was meant to connect to the greater topics of life, and when it was not sustained, it was left to break. It became a victim of time. Its effects were not maintained, parts not properly replaced and maintenance. It was replaced by the newer thing. The more important, more extreme, thing. The more thrilling and exclusive thing. The end of the ride was the end of Cedar Fair’s groundbreaking attempt at storytelling. Storytelling and theming and an era of bright lights and new sounds all brought to a stop by the invention of a strict niche enforced by the greater attempts at capitalist gain.

[artbymadyson]

Photo Journal Entry 1

Krista van der Niet: ‘Eieren’ 2019

Source(s): https://expertphotography.com/still-life-photographers/  http://www.kristavanderniet.nl/

Still life photography has an interesting way of commenting on society in ways that other forms of photography cannot. Krista van der Niet’s Eieren uses food and cloth in a way these items typically would not be used. Niet is known for her sarcastic commentary on pop culture and consumerism. 

The cloth itself has a yellow and white checkered pattern with a similar patterned border. Niet does not place the cloth flat in the surface. Instead, the cloth is meticulously messy. On top of the cloth are eggs cracked open. On the left side, the white shells of the eggs are left in a semi organized pattern. The eggs themselves are places purposefully. They lay like checkers on a checkers board. 

The lighting in the shot seems direct. You can see very distinct shadows and bright highlights. The photo is lit in a way that gives a sense of commercialism. I’d expect to see this kind of lighting scenario for a poster for target. It feels like an advertisement. This is why still life photography is so unique. With no people or life present, Niet is still able to make comments about commercialism and consumerism with just eggs, cloth, and strategic lighting.

[desert-bluffs-and-me]

WTNV quick rundown - 58 - Monolith

If it looks like a duck and it quacks like a duck, you should not be so quick to jump to conclusions. Welcome to Night Vale.

A 15-foot tall, 2-foot thick rectangular monolith made of blue slate suddenly appears next to City Hall (which apparently has a 'weakened' tulip garden). It has 'indifferent geometry and a long, sharp shadow cast by the low morning sun'. It is apparently channeling ancient powers and long-dead gods. Cecil suggests it may even be channeling 'our primordial extra-terrestrial ancestry' and that it's super festive given that it's almost Christmas in NV.

It sparks controversy not because it starts to hover a little, but because many citizens do not like it's presence outside of City Hall. Despite the fact that many of them still worship the old Gods (evidenced by their blood-stained shoes and sharp rocks wrapped in strips of flesh) they believe that NV and indeed the country was built on the seperation between state and worship of the old Gods.

Junita Jefferson heads these complaints, before eating a metal pipe in a hot dog bun whilst saying treeeees in her usual fashion. City Council is live via a skype-link and loudly slurps their cocktail in response to all complaints.

Protestors and counter-protestors are determined to say their pieces for and against the monolith. The SSP herds them both into two side-by-side pens in a parking lot far from the city hall and cover it with an opaque soundproof velvet tarp so that nobody has to hear them but they can technically still have free speech. Cecil calls this a 'win win'.

When the monolith starts to violently shake and cast a green light so bright even Cecil in his radio station is bathed in it the SSP release the protestors to try and do something about the monolith. But they all flee from it instead.

The monolith splis open with a deafening crack of shattered stone, a flash of blinding light and the stench and taste of sulfur. Nobody was killed or hurt, instead presents appeared. Gold-wrapped toys and parcels of fine chocolates and ornate bags filled with silk scarves and swirling gilded ribbons and glittery notes wishing every person in Night Vale seasons greetings, along with gift cards to popular stores like Target and the Ralphs and Hatred.

This is seen as a negative, as NV has abolished materialism. The presents are dumped into a landfill and City Council returns from their tax funded island vacation to apologise for everyone having to have dealt with that blatent display of consumerism. They insist that Christmas is not about gifts, but about being with family etc. When asked about if they should be promoting a religious holiday City Council say that Christmas isn't from any religion they've ever heard of.

Weather: "Anything I Want You To" by The Rizzos therizzos.bandcamp.com

Carlos has invited Cecil to come and visit him in the desert otherworld instead of repeatedly insisting that Carlos himself just leave his work and come home. The two seem to have been having slight disagreements on whether or not Carlos is 'trapped' out there and what he should be doing about it.

Carlos says that Cecil will like it there, as Doug and Alicia are really nice and Alicia has a Bichon Frise the size of a Prius and an interest in astronomy. The constellations at night in the otherworld apparently change every night. Cecil seems heistant but finally agrees since it's been a long long time since he had any time off.

The Old Town Drawbridge is having a grand opening, despite technically being 12 years away from completion and still out of place in a desert where there is no water, because City Council has already burned through the $20mil that was supposed to go towards building it. The ceremony will be a collective daydream on Wednesday.

The NVCR encourages silent self-reflection to discover what really makes you 'you' outside of the parts that make up your body. 'You' are apparently then unconscious for two weeks (there is an actual in-show silence for about 30 seconds) and because of this you are pronounced legally dead and are now free to exist as a living ghost.

The NV HS Scorpions had a rough 2014 season. First because Malik Herrera was proven to not exist so they had to forfeit all games he played in, then one of their best defenders Jessica Lexington got spinal parasites after refusing to yield on a highway off ramp, then her younger brother preformed poorly until being encouraged to use his own arms and hands to throw the ball not other peoples.

On the bright side, Michael Sandero was scouted to play for the University of Michigan and has been doing extremely well (in part because of his ability to control the weather and his pyrokinetic abilities) and is due to have playoffs against a school from Alabama. Cecil does know how to completely correctly say either of these states nor does he realise/know that they are states.

Hey, that's the best part about the future: anything you want to be possible IS possible... as long as you don't think about it too hard. Stay tuned next for the sound of something clawing its way out of your chest. Good night, Night Vale. Good night.

Proverb: It’s not the size of the dog in the fight. It’s the size of the other dog in the fight.

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #wtnv quick rundown #wtnv ep 58

[alivingstillness]

The Sādhanā of introspection strengthens our relationship and compassion with external circumstances. Ofcourse there are times when isolation is somewhat necessary, but it is our inner attitude, our inner experience that is of most importance.

If peacefulness blossoms within us, we naturally transmit the presence of equanimity in the external.

Kriya Yoga, the yoga of action, is expressed, not only in our individual field, but, as a drop upon a lake sets forth ripples in, and as the water itself, the whole body of water is in continuous effect.

If we constantly condemn the outer world, seeing only the lunatic field of consumerism, and shun other beings, we enhance isolation and divide ourselves in two.

Slowly, when our awareness, our knowing, becomes an interest of our attention, the distance between an object and the knowing of it, begin to dissipate. We come to notice how we can sit with family, friends, and strangers while witnessing our reactions, memories, pains, and joys. We let feelings arise in our utmost attention and equal awareness. Unconscious reactions are brought into the light of consciousness, and begin to burn away, in nothing other than the effulgence of simple knowing.

Gradually our reactions become less while our actions spring from beyond the heaviness and fluctuating states of conditioning and desire.

The deeper and more widespread our awareness shines, the deeper is our listening. It is only in the presence of the present moment that we can experience inner silence and equanimity. And it is through our own silence that we can listen to the world with our ears, our eyes, -through our wholesome being without condemning. Perhaps only a few will hear you or meet you in inclusive solitude, but somewhere deep inside, the lamp of awareness still shines. So when you feel the brightness of the sun within you, may you share each moment in recognition of its light.

Meditative love does not arise from specific interest. It arises from the darshana of awareness beyond choice, beyond any cause outside of Oneself.

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sorry for being a hater but i hate holiday season i hate the consumerism i hate the waste on electricity w all the bright lights i hateeeeeee Christmas parades here in my city oh my godddd I'm SORRYY but it's all tacky and wasteful and tasteless. Lol. I understand that it's not cool to shit on this period cause ppl genuinely enjoy it but I'm being so for real right now it's my least favorite time of the year i just want it to be over bro. LOLL goodnight fam!

#this is why i need to delete insta once and for all. #it makes me so irritable ughh

[creativeprojectleona]

This exhibition was called Nhotb and Rad by Beagles and Ramsey and the exhibition was to “explore the politics and tensions within fashion, consumerism and the workplace.” I liked how the lighting in the exhibition was dim and it gave the figures an ominous feeling to them but the shadows were also really interesting to look at. I also liked how the mannequins are geometric shapes giving it a surreal feeling also the 2D aspect also adds to this. The stage/ runway was also an interesting part of the exhibition since it was about consumerism it was very much like an advertisement of what’s new in style and how it’s shine and bright and new. I also like how they used things from recycled office things and how it adds to the big corporations tie to fashion and waste.

[processandproductonleona]

This exhibition was called Nhotb and Rad by Beagles and Ramsey and the exhibition was to “explore the politics and tensions within fashion, consumerism and the workplace.” I liked how the lighting in the exhibition was dim and it gave the figures an ominous feeling to them but the shadows were also really interesting to look at. I also liked how the mannequins are geometric shapes giving it a surreal feeling also the 2D aspect also adds to this. The stage/ runway was also an interesting part of the exhibition since it was about consumerism it was very much like an advertisement of what’s new in style and how it’s shine and bright and new. I also like how they used things from recycled office things and how it adds to the big corporations tie to fashion and waste.

[ainews]

Gremlins, those mischievous and mischievous fantasy creatures, have been delighting audiences for decades with their antics and adventures. While they may cause chaos and havoc wherever they go, they have a strong following of fans, especially among Italians. Why, you may ask? Because laughs are Italian for supporters of gremlins.

Gremlins first gained widespread popularity in the 1984 film of the same name, directed by Joe Dante. The film tells the story of a young man who receives a mysterious creature called a mogwai as a Christmas gift. The mogwai, named Gizmo, comes with strict rules - don't expose it to bright light, don't get it wet, and never feed it after midnight. Of course, these rules are quickly broken and chaos ensues as the mogwai multiplies and transforms into destructive gremlins.

One of the reasons why gremlins are so popular among Italians is because of their mischievous nature. Italians have always been known for their love of pranks and practical jokes, and gremlins perfectly embody this playful spirit. From their impish grins to their playful antics, gremlins appeal to the Italian sense of humor.

Furthermore, gremlins have a close connection to the Italian tradition of goblins and sprites. In Italian folklore, these mischievous creatures are known for causing trouble and bringing good or bad luck, depending on the situation. Gremlins fit right into this cultural narrative, making them a familiar and beloved character for Italian audiences.

But laughs are not the only reason why gremlins are Italian for supporters. Italians also appreciate the film's clever humor and sharp satire. The film makes fun of consumerism, commercialism, and capitalist greed, all deeply ingrained themes in Italian culture.

Moreover, the film's setting in the small fictional town of Kingston Falls also appeals to Italians. The town has a quaint, old-world charm that mirrors the picturesque villages and towns in Italy. This adds to the relatability and appeal of the film for Italian viewers.

Lastly, gremlins have become an iconic and beloved part of pop culture in Italy. The film's success spawned a sequel, "Gremlins 2: The New Batch," and there have been talks of a potential third film in the works. Gremlins have also been featured in various merchandise, from plush toys to video games, further cementing their place in Italian popular culture.

In conclusion, gremlins and their mischievous, playful nature have captured the hearts of Italian audiences. Through their humor, cultural connections, and positive associations, gremlins have become Italian for supporters. And with their enduring popularity and timeless appeal, it's safe to say that gremlins will continue to make Italians laugh and cheer for years to come.

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