#but its UGLY and also NOT JEWEL TONES!!

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

I've got some home design show on and the homeowners specifically told the designer they hate white and grey and love jewel tones and she was like 'yes!! there's going to be so much color in this house!!' and then every single shade she's picked is like, the greyest shades of green and blue you've ever seen. she's all excited about using 'slate blue' it's LITERALLY fucking grey like

tell me how the hell this is a jewel tone

#molly mumbles #hgtv #the MOST color I've seen is in this chandelier she got #but its UGLY and also NOT JEWEL TONES!! #GIRL!!!

[magistralucis]

Okay, your turn! Unhinged Character Bingo for… Zultanekh

Is Zultanekh an oddball? He is. Has he charmed his way into my heart? He has. Could I resist infecting him with all the angst in The Twice-Dead King and scores more? Certainly, I could not.

While one of the more reasonable characters in the duology by far, I do think Zultanekh has a spot in this bingo, since he is very weird. The things which motivated him to stick with Oltyx's voyage have almost nothing to do with necron ways of thought. He himself is quite well-adjusted, and narrowly avoids a full bingo on all fronts - but by canonically managing to collect both parental issues, from the same person no less, he merits a honorable mention. 😂

Also this made me scribble. Read more for Z/D angst. TDK spoilers.

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Truthfully, he was close to giving up on the idea Djoseras could be entertained, at least in a way they could both share. Zultanekh is, therefore, astonished when the fair kynazh expresses an interest in the art of metallurgy - and even more so when he requests a presentation of Ogdobekh alloys, promptly if at all possible.

"At Vorronezh," is the core of Djoseras's short explanation, the prince retaining a stiffness of tone despite his curiosity. "The foundries - the metals you had in store. There was fine work being done there. Suffice to say my brother now bears the best of it in his hand, and good for him, as good as anything can ever be."

He's referring to an Ithakan victory back in the war. It makes Zultanekh smile. Despite the ages past, and of his brother's bitter exile, he can't resist tilting his chin proudly at the thought; that's all Djoseras, graceful, soft-spoken, and carrying a very big stick (metaphorically or otherwise) ready to strike out at any second. "This one will certainly attest to that glaive's quality, Djoseras, and may it serve the nomarch well. But what purpose would a scion of Ithakas seek in our alloys? The keenest blades? The sturdiest bastions?"

Djoseras defies expectations once more. "Precious metals. One tires of the fighting and the flux."

"So the kynazh appreciates his bright impermanent things!" Zultanekh laughs. Djoseras tenses, reflexively, though just shy of a bristle. Seeing this, the Crown Prince spares him further discomfort, resting a warm and powerful hand upon his shoulder. "Well, have you come to the right place? Yes, you have. For who has the right to the coffers of the Ogdobekh, the finest of our gold and the wealth of ages past? Anathrosis, of course, of the Black Star! … And, yes, well, Zultanekh too, by virtue of heirship to his matriarch. Come, and I will show you."

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Nothing about metal is permanent. Many have forgotten this truth, but the Ogdobekh live it still. Living or non-living, a metal is a thing with memory: it is fated to be shaped, and to perhaps hold that form for a long time, but eventually it must be made new again. The concept of memory implies survival. Through countless softenings and forgings it carries on slivers of what it used to be, no one fold nor join identical to one that came before it. A metal's past directly informs its future behaviour. Zultanekh would not call this trait heka - no form of silver can defy the laws of silverbeing to become a gold, nor can copper become silver, no matter how much one alters their proportions - but he and his metallurgists consider it the metal's will, and they have never been let down by observing it wherever they could.

Precious metals have it the strongest. By virtue of their utility they live closest to their wearer, and whatever they go through the metals also go through: a careful polish, the violence of the theft, excoriated shavings. The wisps of gold woven into Djoseras's necrodermis are a soft and holy thing, whereas the gold that covers his sire is most foul, the shell as ugly and tortured as the being encased within it. No jeweler worth his deben in buillons would ever go near it, unless Unnas were to endure the star gods' furnaces a second time - and since no one has nor should have to do that, the history of Unnas's gold might as well stop there altogether. Zultanekh is careful to say absolutely none of this as he takes Djoseras through the display.

"Electrum - spangold - the greatest deposit of metagold currently known outside of the solar cults," he says as he takes up two alloys, comparing them side by side. "Experiments with strangesteel. Yet so far nothing short of pure metagold seems to recreate living light, or so we call the insidious tricks of the Nephrekh." He puts them down again, though not before glancing meaningfully at the other. "I'd heard your metagold was sacrificed to Antikef's star, all those millions of years ago. I dare say it's a shame, Djoseras; I would have liked to call upon you for assistance."

Djoseras considers this information silently. Sadly the experiments will have to wait, for it is not gold which has captivated the kynazh's oculars tonight; no, it's silver he wants to see, his lithe body glittering like it as he contemplates its pure form. "Such a fussy thing." He comments, and Zultanekh catches not a small hint of self-deprecation. Djoseras tends to be so careful with his speech (the blandness of it drives the Ogdobekh prince mad sometimes), and he had not thought his vocal acutators were capable of such bitterness. "Ever since the flames of biotransference I have been loyal only to this vermeil. It is a mirror no one could bear. So clear, and yet so easily damaged, and the marks will never come out."

He looks up then, right into Zultanekh's oculars. "Have you an alloy for that?"

All of a sudden Zultanekh desires, painfully, to catch his breath.

"All the ones you'd already know."

In truth, silver is not favoured among the Ogdobekh. They like it fine, it's just that it's best off used as it is. The traits that make silver desirable are quickly lost in alloys - gold drowns it out entirely, lesser metals cut its value, whilst strangesteel lends it a sharp iridescent hue that has nothing to do with silver at all - it is a metal that dies, in other words, if it is anything other than itself. And the Ogdobekh so hate to murder. So does Zultanekh, standing beside the finest silver in all of Ithakas, privy to the cracks that lie underneath. For the silver is Ithakas and Ithakas is the silver. And Djoseras is silver. He mirrors equally all the things that surround him, and when Zultanekh stands close he holds all of Zultanekh upon his surface. But he is not visible unless Zultanekh steps away, the ruddy hue vanishing from his calmwater features, alone and exquisite in the ruins of his city. A lake he can never explore, droplets he can never hold.

He could bring the whole galaxy to its knees and Djoseras will never be his.

"You are right, of course. True silver is soft, too delicate to do much with."

But Zultanekh knows better than to bring any of this up, and when he finally finds the words for his vocal emitter, he keeps them objective and measured. Leaning down beside Djoseras, he chooses an alloy sample that looks the least like an alloy, tracing around the orb with a fingertip. "There are limits to what we can mix it with, but it does need a trace of something else to endure. And our ancestors knew, as you and I do, that the strongest silvers are braced with copper." (Was that a twitch from the kynazh? Zultanekh hopes it was. It is so much more interesting than his daytime stillness.) "Look at this: nine parts silver, one part copper, the best our jewelers will work with. But where you could avoid the physical damage, tarnish would follow, and some take that poorly. Fussy, as you say."

Djoseras buzzes quietly in irritation. For the millionth time he considers the other's copperclad attire. "You are so changeable."

"But present." Zultanekh counters. Djoseras might be bothered by the effort the Ogdobekh must put into preening themselves, but he does not feel it to be wasteful, nor would he apologize for what is natural. "Stains are a part of life, Djoseras."

Djoseras's interstitial link slides shut. It will not open again until they leave this chamber, or else the kynazh this planet, and Zultanekh tries to accept it for what it is. Zultanekh is the Crown Prince. Zultanekh is not a petulant child, he reminds himself, noting for the millionth time that it's nothing personal. It's just Djoseras is fragile, iron-brittle beneath his nobility, and he will break if made to bend too far. Zultanekh need not be the hammer. Anyone could do it, the kynazh's own brother has done it, and it will happen again. He could be welded back together, but since metals have a memory, he will never be the same - and there is nothing Zultanekh fears more than to lose Djoseras as he is now, beautiful and so proud, dying like his dynasty around him. Zultanekh is not a victim of melancholy, nor an indecisive wreck.

What Zultanekh is, however, is sorry. Slowly his hand reaches for the other's, pauses halfway, makes do with a comforting touch on the shoulder. Their oculars still fixed upon the sample alloy.

"This one would brace you well," he whispers, "if you'd like."

Probably for the best, he thinks, that neither of them are versed in linguistical ambiguities.

#warhammer 40k #the twice dead king #necron #necrons #zultanekh #djoseras #oltyx #drabble #we live on archipelagos #fanfiction #unhinged character bingo #i am throwing my vote in for 'zultanekh and djoseras evolved into star crossed lovers and they left many many things unsaid' #and it is the pursuit of that memory that moves zultanekh as much as his loyalty #ugh i am headcanoning and i am INSANE

[baejax-the-great]

get to know people better meme

I was tagged by @johaeryslavellan and I think @hanarinhightown (like a million years ago).

Favorite colour: It shifts around but jewel tones generally. Green or purple more often than not.

Favorite food: Korean dumpling soup. Forgive my attempted spelling here--dukk mandu guk. Honestly dumplings of all kind make me happy, but that soup has become my comfort food.

Song stuck in your head: Saint Simon by the Shins. This song used to be stuck in my head all. the. time. Haven’t thought about it years. La da dum dum.

Last thing you googled: “what do they call high school in England.” I learned that the term “high school” came from Scotland originally, which is just... very random. Like no, high school did not make its way south to England, where they call it ‘secondary school,’ something that confused my American brain because we split school into three sections, instead it crossed the ocean and became the dominant term in the US. As an American Scot (aka not really a Scot at all), uhh, yay? I guess?

Time: 8:55am

Dream Trip: Morocco. Turkey. Mongolia. I have a lot of dreams. Honestly I’d find something to be excited about for pretty much anywhere in the world.

Last book you read: I just finished “Where the Crawdads Sing,” which was terrible. Hilarious once you learn the author is an ecofascist accessory to murder, though.

Last book you enjoyed reading: I’m currently reading Lavinia by Ursula Le Guin and I’m loving it. (Note: now my most recently googled thing is how to spell her name.)

Last book you hated reading: I feel like I’ve become a hater in my old age. I tried to read “The Silence of the Girls” but it was really bad. I also didn’t enjoy “The Buried Giant” and I thought I was going to =/ 

Favourite thing to cook/bake: Onion flatbread. It’s delicious. It’s a little fancy. It makes me happy.

Favourite craft to do in your spare time: Is writing a craft? is pruning plants a craft?

Most niche dislike: Man, I so easily fall into being a hater. Here, recently I’ve gotten really into the houseplant reddit, and I can say I just don’t get the obsession with variegated monstera plants. Monstera are fun because they grow huge and provide greenery. The thai constellations and albo grow slowly, don’t get as big, and are just kinda ugly. I don’t get it. 

Opinion on circuses now and in history: I was in a circus back in college (thus the username, lol). As long as there aren’t animals involved, circuses are fun, creative, impressive, entertaining... Who doesn’t want to see the limits of human flexibility? A lot of circus arts also don’t necessarily have competitions attached to them like other sports do, which I think is great for creativity, cooperation, and community.

Do you have a sense of direction and if not what is the worst way you ever got lost: I do have a pretty good sense of direction. I’ve traveled solo a lot. The most lost I ever was probably was in Italy, where people were super unfriendly and signage was nil. But the most upset I got while traveling wasn’t because I was lost, but rather because my train was late. I was in a small city in China, and my train didn’t get in until around midnight. Everything shuts down in small cities around 10pm, and when I got to my hostel, they had locked the door. They had a sign out to call them, but nobody answered. I called repeatedly and then just broke down crying, like, ugly sobbing, certain I wasn’t going to have anywhere to sleep that night. I ended up sitting on the steps of a church because there was a streetlight overhead (and churches were like... not a common thing there, it was so weird) and pulling out my book, hoping to just chill until dawn. LUCKILY a local took pity on me and did some sort of magic to make the hostel people open up the door. They weren’t even asleep? They just weren’t answering their phone. So around 1am I got a bed.

tagging: @little-piece-of-tamlin @thiefylilelf @annalyia @userachilles @disaster-zagreus @juliafied @vimlos @togepies

Do it if it’s fun, ignore it if it’s not

#I am scottish only in that my ancestors got kicked tf out of scotland and told never to come back #a lot of nice people tagged me in things and sent asks and I just... #wasn't in the headspace I guess

[burtalvarez5]

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[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

Man I really hope my parents get the house they made an offer on friday

Its literally their dream house and they love it so much.

The family that lives there now got a job offer they couldn't pass up and have to move and they put A LOT of love into it. Theyre making the decision of what bid to go with by tomorrow night.

My moms worried some rich KC person is gonna swoop in and offer a shit ton more money to use it as a hunting cabin

Send good vibes

#they offered full price up to 202k #its like 175k #for full price #it has a big garden. and a NEW greenhouse. and a chicken coop #and a shop and a barn #like its literally everything they want in a property #and the bank thinks my parents can afford to keep our current house so me and althea can rent it #so we can get althea away from her abusive ass parents #i really want this to work out #and since my parents are chill we can paint the walls whatever colors we want #altheas very excited at the prospect of getting to paint her bedroom #also renovations #im finishing the fuckin basement #ive wanted to renovate the basement since we moved in #its orange right now #im making it blue. or teal. im doing jewel tones and no one can stop me. #getting rid of the ugly orange tile #getting some of those tiles that look like hardwood floors #might repaint the kitchen cabinets too #my mom painted them white a few years ago #im gonna paint the living room grey (its tan rn) cuz the ceilings are high and i dont wanna have to paint AGAIN #whenever we leave #cuz the only catch to being allowed to paint the house is we gotta repaint with neutrals before we leave #so we're doing grey in the main parts of the house cuz high ceilings+stairwell arent gonna be fun to paint #might do the wall on the side of the stairs a color. cuz its a small wall #and maybe the wall my chair is on. cuz its small too #jewel tone cabinets in the kitchen!!!!!!! #i dont wanna replace the countertops tho cuz theyre still in good shape so i need a jewel tone that goes well with black #and the floors. those are black too. they have some brownish tones so im thinking a warm color #im thinking purple. like a redish purple

[imagine--if]

Hey! I'd love an imagine with Dano!Riddler and the reader being kind of crazy and his partner in crime? Maybe like he's liverstreaming or something and the riddler completely shows her off 😍 Love your writing btwwwww

A/N: Uhh YES?!!?!? And thank youuu 💕 I've just finished watching The Batman again in the cinema and my mum was like "He's kinda ugly..." So I was whisper-shouting in absolute FURY for like 20 mins because??? You're not DeEp EnOuGh to get it mumma 😂😂 ALSO!!! Have you gone on the Riddler's website? It's an actual thing aaasahfa, I legit SCREAMED lol I've got an ask for the reader who meets the riddler through it and imma do it ASAP 😆🤩 send in more requests!!!

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: The Batman spoilers? Kickass partners in crime 😏

Words: 754

The view count slid up higher by the minute as the infamous Riddler of Gotham entertained his audience, with his everchanging loud and soft tones, rambling words and conversation that they drunk up, watching as the man in the mask presented his latest victim with glee.

You're there too, of course. You know all about the Riddler, about Edward Nashton and his obsessions with puzzles and clues and enigmas. He's insane, and to be quite honest, you might be too, for loving him just as much as he loves you. For you, Gotham has always been a gloomy, grey place, and livening it up is the most fun you've had in your life. Being with Edward is... well, how can you even describe it?

He's a proud boyfriend, one hundred percent. Because you know full well how to handle yourself, not to mention other people, with a few kicks and swings of a bat. It always earns you a lustful, adoring look from Eddie in his Riddler suit, who is determined to show you and everyone else exactly who you are. Both of you.

He's entirely yours, and you're his.

"And- and there she is!" A familiar voice says to his laptop, the screen mirroring his figure, the chat on the left and view count and controls to the right. Comments flooded in excitedly as you entered the apartment, glancing at the trembling victim who gave you pleading, desperate eyes, his words smothered by silvery duct tape. You scoffed lightly with a raised, amused brow, walking straight past them.

"Now, to all of you who don't know," he continues, beckoning you over and engulfing you in a hug from behind, so that the two of you are still facing the screen, "this is the true queen of Gotham. This is a goddess- my goddess-"

"Stop," you try to interrupt him with a roll of your eyes and a slight laugh, heat rising to your cheeks, but he shakes his head, running his gloved fingers through your hair and using his other hand to trail gently down your side.

"No, no, no, I can't stop," he insists, "I need everyone to see exactly who we are. Who you are. And I'll show you all something else."

He picks up his laptop then, taking your hand and leaving the victim in the main room with a warning glare and a nod to the cameras watching them. He pushes open a side door, and you can't help smiling, taking in the polaroids, the little trinkets, the Post-its hanging by string from the ceiling.

"This is a shrine of sorts," he explains to his viewers, who take in the sight in amazement. "This is her room. No, no, not the bedroom, her room."

The Riddler's not wrong. The photographs that cover most of the wall space are mainly of you: some with him, others by yourself, random shots and posed shots. The gaps left on the walls were spray-painted with your name. Trinkets being small items you'd left behind when you first started dating and hadn't properly moved in together, and he kept every one of them as if they were jewels... when they're actually just hairbands and necklaces and other things you'd found in the past. Post-its with green hearts and white question marks, with your name being the answer to each riddle scribbled down and hung up. Most are just your name written again and again, crossworded with his name, as well as words like 'beauty' and 'angel'.

He's obsessed, but it's not just an obsession, like that of his puzzles. He's well and truly in love. And he can't get enough of the feeling.

"I've been working on it for a while," he tells his viewers, and your fingers trace the stray hairbands and thin chains you forgot about that are held in miniature chests and small glass boxes. "It's coming together nicely, don't you think?"

You don't have the words, though you've seen the room a few times before. He brushes a thumb across your cheek, seemingly forgetting about the live stream, before your gaze shifts to the screen, and the enthusiastic comments.

- power couple!!

- crazy couple and i LOVE it

- we're still here lmaooo

"You'll be seeing us again," the Riddler concludes, "very soon."

He ends the stream, and you gently tug the mask off, revealing the smirking face of Eddie, looking at you in the usual awe and adoration.

"I think this shrine could use more polaroids, don't you?"

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[queenlucythevaliant]

Best and worst covers for each Narnia book

As empirically determined by me

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

Best: HarperTrophey 2007 

Nails the heart of the book, and gets double points for depicting such a woefully underrepresented scene. Beautiful. Emotive. I love how huge Aslan is, how golden, and also the girls’ hair ribbons. 

Worst: HarperCollins 2005

This lion looks more like Scar than Aslan. Is he dirty? Evil? Taxidermy? Whatever the case, he makes me uncomfortable. The circle advertising the movie is also a strike against it. 

Prince Caspian

Best: Lions 1980

Most editions of Prince Caspian just depict Caspian holding a sword/riding Destier on the cover. This is simply the best one. I love the Lions editions in general; the wardrobe-like artwork around the edge is really lovely. Also love how young and uncertain Caspian looks. 

Worst: The Macmillan Company 1951

I feel really bad about this one because it’s one of the early editions from the 50s. That said, Wimbleweather is such a minor character, so this cover loses out for being so misleading.

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

Best: Scholastic 2008

The COLORS! The LILIES!! The REFLECTION! Sheer perfection. 11/10. 

Worst: HarperCollins 2010

No. Moving on.

The Silver Chair

Best: Collins 1974

A little dated, but I think it captures the tone of the book a lot better than the five hundred covers with Rilian and the serpent on them. I love all the muted colors and how Eustace and Jill’s cloaks stand out so vividly.  Beautiful. 

Worst: Arcturus 2017

Ummm, excuse me folks? Why is the serpent red? (Also, down with minimalism.) I'm pretty sure I could recreate this fairly accurately using stock fonts and clip art.

The Horse and His Boy

Best: Scholastic 1988

I love this illustration so much. The two Aslans who at first would seem to be growling at Shasta and Bree, but who could just as easily be standing guard. Shasta and Bree, both completely oblivious to Aslan’s presence. Beautiful.

Worst: Diamond Books 1998

You know, I’ve read this book probably at least a hundred times and I don’t remember Shasta ever galloping away from the tombs on Bree holding a sword. Maybe I missed it? 0/10 false advertising.

The Magician’s Nephew

Best: HarperCollins (no date listed on Goodreads, but I think it’s recent, possibly limited release?)

I love these editions soooo much and I can’t find them anywhere??? This one is easily my favorite, though. The kids bending over the pool in curiosity! The way the water sparkles! The colors! The texture!

Worst: HarperCollins 2005

I can’t stand these editions in general; they’re too psychedelic and don’t really feel like Narnia. This one is the most egregious, though. It looks kinda new age-y? Is that silhouette supposed to be Digory? Why goes it look like the pools are floating? Blegh!

The Last Battle

Best: Scholastic 2008

Captures the tone just perfectly. The dark sky! The gold, dry-looking grass! The blood on Jewel’s horn! Elegiac and defiant and beautiful all at once *chef’s kiss*

Worst: HarperCollins 2002

Well-illustrated, but I’m not sure Tash is the right choice for cover art. The Last Battle is such a beautiful book; it shouldn’t have something ugly on its cover. This looks like heavy metal album art.

#why are there so many editions from the aughts? #is it because that's when the movies were coming out? #i bet it's because that's when the movies were coming out #narnia #pontifications and creations

[smutty-ki113r]

I woke up to my alarm tellin me to get out of bed and so naturally I checked your tumblr and I'm,,, concerned

There's a small anon war over what hoodie smells like and I have no sense of smell whatsoever so I'm not contributin, but, leafs.

Petition to change the plural of leaf to leafs instead of leaves. Leaves is an ugly ass word. Leafs just rolls of the tongue, its nicer, its what the people want

Also the same with sheep like what, why is the plural the same, I refer to them as sheeps cuz it makes me happy

Also I don't like the y/n either because "y/n" is usually a whole ass person all in itself. And they're usually a girl in most fanfic, along with the fact that they are the Mariest Sue That Ever Mary Sue'd.

I've been considerin why LJ is my favourite and I think it's purely because if any of the more sane (Masky, Toby, Slenderman, etc) took one fuckin GLANCE they would run away. I have hope that clown boy is too far gone to care about my mental state too much.

If you squint real hard my braincell count looks like a normal amount

I'm so exhausted I'm gonna talk to you, my favourite online human, because the blue light from my phone keeps me awake.

But I think my favourite dynamic ever is Rivals to Lovers™. Not enemies to lovers, cuz enemies have two different goals in mind; whereas rivals compete for the same thing.

I'm a sucker for medieval shit so,, a scene that's been annoying me all day is~

you're invited to a Royal Ball (because isn't that how all romances start these days, just roll with it brother) and you go, finding out it's a masquerade ball. You get there, you dance, being passed from person to person in a never ending loop of jewel-embeded skirts that were swept across the marble floor of the (obscenely) bedazzled castle, and suits that seemed more expensive than you were.

Regret never came because the wine chased it away; it flowed in waterfalls into your glass, the scent of it filling the room but not enough to drown out the everlasting smell of expensive perfume. Sometimes the odor of it clung to the women of the ball tighter than their corsets. The massive drapes were pulled back, latching to the wall in attempt to keep them from falling and blocking the view–of which captured your gaze immediately. The doors were swung open to let the air in, and ensuring that no glass got in the way of what lay beyond; the moon, full and impossibly heavy hung, stranded in the crisp night air. The moon was the only one that didn't judge the events that took place in the ballroom that night, the only thing watching the crowd of people with a pure, impassive gaze.

Because later that night, after multiple drinks had been passed around and a cacophony of laughter, dancing, and food had been consumed–after many glasses of wine had passed your lips and your body– of which was feeling tingly and impishly confident–had wandered to a far corner, darkened by the domed ceiling, seemingly on its own accord. In that moment you would give everything to stay in the Palace, to twirl until your feet blistered and you withered away into old gnarled bones and ashes that could still dance with the wind.

"I do hope that you know well what you wish for; not for clarity of the concept, my dear, but for clarity of consequence." The voice that spoke in your ear was deep, low, and held even darker undertones. It siezed your attention and captured it in both hands, strangling the curiosity out of you. It had come from your right, even further into the pitch-black corner, but as soon as you moved all the thoughts in your head sloshed about, banging against the interior of your head. It was either equivelant to that or a sledge hammer, one of the two. The wine was probably just twisting the voice's around you, making them appear. You tried to convince yourself but alas, even you deemed it vastly unlikely.

Turning around was more difficult then you planned. Just when you thought you would see the owner of the voice, nobody was there. Yep, probably just the abundance of alcohol making you dizzy.

Shifting back to dancing wasn't hard; it was as if you were floating down along a stream, merely following wherever the river took you. Voices pressed against you on all sides, soon becoming a background noise too, a faint buzzing sound. It rose and fell like the waves, ever-changing in volume.

You started to lose a grip on reality; eyes fluttering closed as you danced, just taking a breath of air, letting the delicate night wash away your worries, who you wer–

What the fuck!?

You did a double take, eyes now wide fucking open, because outside you spied someone that had to be atleast a foot taller than anyone else in the ball. The darkness seemed to congregate behind it, flourishing, and the only thing you could see was a wide smile and a pair of eyes.

It seemed that you couldn't get enough air into your lungs, couldn't focus; the voice's that used to be hazy surround sound was now piercingly loud the people were just too much, everywhere at once. Your breathing only picked up even more as you gripped your chest.

The.. Demon had disappeared by the time you glanced upward, you you scurried outside, barely making it before you collapsed on a golden railing. There were fine drops of rain scattered about, eluding to the fact it had rained earlier. Your masquerade costume was getting wet, leaning against the railing, but you were so dizzy you didn't care.

It was the wine, it had to be. Nobody could be that tall, it–it was humanly impossible. Moving was now akin to attempting to romp through thick syrup; a stagnant pace, uncoordinated, unsteady. Then it stopped. There was a hand on your shoulder.

You skimmed the person; they had a dark blue suit that sparkled with the occasional gold highlights, with a blue mask covering their face–it seemed that it covered all of their face, and didn't quite match what a masquarade mask should look like, but you didn't care. The support was welcomed.

"You seemed as if you required help, my Lady," He said, his voice deep and low, so much so that you questioned if you would even be able to hear him over the music blaring in the ballroom if the two of you were to venture back inside.

You looked back to where you saw the tall being, with its eyes and smile that seemed wrong, and wrong in a terrible, dangerous way.

"Care to dance with me?" You asked, relieved when he slipped his arm with yours and led you inside. The music had slowed to a waltz, nothing like the big parade of dancers that came in flurries of colour and left just as fast. His arms were solid and a comfort, welcome as the breeze on a sunny day. It felt like he protected you from everything that might have caught you off guard, in a way. Plus, he kept you from falling flat on my face, which is always a good thing.

The song changed and you were about to ask him for something else; his name, maybe, but fate had other plans. Both of you were bumped and somebody else had picked you up in their arms, hands landing on your waist as the dance consumed you. Your mystery man in blue was gone, it seemed, and you sighed. Being safe was a hard thing to ask. Instead, above you now was a man dressed in dark browns and yellows– he had a rather strange mask that curled around his mouth and eyes, leaving the centre free. His brown locks looked ruffled and messy and he jerked every once in a while, moving sporadically. It didn't stop and he didn't seem to be able to control it so you didn't mind. The slight jolts emitting from him caused you to wake up more, which was always welcome.

"Are you okay?" You asked, after his gaze had wandered elsewhere. It came back to you in a heartbeat, and you sensed be was smiling under the mask.

He twirled you, spinning you gracefully. "Of course I am," he said, coming in close again. "For now, I'm winning."

The night surged on quickly and you found yourself caught between multiple strangle figures; a woman with silky black hair and a mask that made her eyes appear the same colour, that offered you a drink that wasn't wine. A man that had offered you wine, that stood next to the big buffet table with a full glass and a white mask. He had stood with a black-masked man, but he weaved through the crowd until he was another string in a pile of wool. Your blue mystery man made another appearance, but not with you–he was talking in low tones with another man (you didn't mind that they were mostly men; seemingly just because it never occurred to you that they might be connected) who had black hair, like the other woman, and pale white skin. The palest you'd seen in a long time. However, at that moment, he had looked up and seen you staring, only for you to catch scars at the ends of his mouth. You crossed it down to makeup or a deformity of some kind. Through all this, you were atleast grateful you didn't see the tall being again.

And everything carried on. Until it didn't. Blood stained the carpet black and the screams were too loud to ever fade away, seeming to shake the walls. You had tried to run from it, from them, but you tripled in a hallway and couldn't even get up because of your many glasses of alcohol. Struggling was futile and someone easily pulled you back.

With horror you realised it was one of the men from before; you recognised the scruffy brown hair and occasional movements. He held you there, between life and death a moment more, a moment where all the men you'd seen that night, and the woman, came around the corner. Their voices were distorted to your damaged ears but your eyes focused on the tall being; he was real, and black and white, with hands that weren't normal and a nose that was even less so. They're all abnormal, your consciousness whispered to you, and you believed it. The man on top of you grinned, happy that he had caught you. Your stomach turned.

"Bring them to the Mansion," a voice ring out in your head. Your 'companions' seemed to hear it too. "And bring them alive."

As you can see I've never written anythin in my life so this is shit lmfao but I don't care an im just here to brainstorm anyways

Have my little scene, take it, because it was fun to do. It's not spellchecked, I've not read through it, because I can't be bothered, so if anythin is wrong laugh and move on brother. Also tryin to write without cuttin off the g from my words and shortenin them was so hard so halfway through I didn't bother lmao

I think this is my longest message yet so, sorry about that Red

Cheers if you actually made it this far.

–Kieran.

I agree. Leafs is better. SHEEPS- thats the cutest thing I’ve ever heard and I love it.

Y/n is a stereotype in itself so I agree, it’s usually ya know, the whole “im different” kind of chick who can do everything and anything (basically bella from twilight), when in reality the reader is human and humans have imperfections. Lots of ‘m …LJ is my fav for a lot of reasons, at this point he’s a comfort to me. Plus, I (oml) relate to him so much, and I can do a post about this- if someone cares or asks. And I have similar traumaaa

Oh geez, I’m your favorite online human, AGH my heart, again, its burning. I agree, RIVALS TO LOVERS SOUNDS SO SOSOSOOSO GOOD I LOVE IT. (I would say my fav trope is “lovers who ache to be together but due to circumstance one starts to lose feeling for the other and it’s an agonizing pain to the other” or maybe that’s just me because I find completion in sadness, which is horrific. But I really itch to angst.)

Here’s me reading your scene and also talking about it at the same time. ‘Regret never came because the wine chased it away’…that’s a good line, thats a good line. The way you just take one thing and mash it with another aspect like wow. Like as each idea were droplets of water on a leafs and you happen to tilt it, connecting them so effortlessly. I’m jealous. The descriptions are amazing, and how you make it the reader’s thought process-damn. I WANNA WRITE THIS GOOD, YALL OUTSHINE ME. And then you say this was shit. *slaps you* DONT YOU DARE UNDESESTIMATE YOURSELF MISTER

Also the way you just subconsciously cut off the g’s is spectacular. I try to, but it’s hard for me. SORRY? SORRY?! Nononono thank you, because the longer the message the better. Apart from the fact that long messages make me happy, especially from you, it means you put time into talking to me! Which makes me super happy too. Heheheh. Thank you love! This made my morning, along with that drawing submission from cam anon, you should check it out! It’s really good.

#creepypasta #🔊 #slenderman #masky #masky creepypasta #creepypasta masky #jeff the killer headcanons #jeff the killer creepypasta #Jeff the killer #📩 #toby cp #toby creepypasta #ticci toby #ticcy toby #Jane the killer #jane the killer creepypasta #eyeless jack cp #eyeless jack headcanon

[riverdale-retread]

Riverdale S5 E13 (Coyote Ugly)- 5 Things I loved/ 3 Things to consider

I loved a LOT of things about this episode, so I might have to cheat on my loved-it count. Indulge me, please. 

Things I loved

1. I loved that Tabitha totally belongs and fits in with these crazy OG Riverdale people.  Tabitha asks Betty, the crazy girl, to not “do anything crazy,” while doing crazy things with Betty, herself.   Why Tabitha does this, we don’t know yet, but she absolutely belongs with these people.  For fancy-school-educated beautiful Tabitha, with her neat puff sleeves and delicate frame, to go all in with Betty Cooper, fake FBI agent, trying to hunt down a serial killer is insanity.  To agree to open up her business premises and offer up her own body as bait for this known serial killer is insanity. To be aware that Betty has caught someone who was acting violent, but to go alone, and also unarmed and apparently without having told anyone, is insanity.  Tabitha is very, very interesting.  Oh and she drives the most amazing car.

2. “Reggie, You’re A Genius!!” and Veronica is not being even a little bit sarcastic.  Reggie Mantle’s air punches every time either he or Veronica close a sale really just cheered me up no end. He’s just so exuberant and physical.  He’s already stated that he is good with numbers and he has a lot of ideas and he’s finally, at Pearls & Posh, getting a chance to let those parts of himself bloom. I loved the beautiful jewel tones that Reggie and Veronica wear throughout the episode, and the way they become ever more color coordinated.  I just love the two of them teaming up and dismantling Hiram’s scam one brick at a time.

3. All the Cheryl things, basically, I loved them. 

-“Compulsion Thy Name is Kevin of Finland” is a line that had me hooting.    And the fact that Kevin, in the right clothes, totally has the body and jawline to be a Tom of Finland illustration is just icing on the cake. Cheryl has been keeping a very close eye on Kevin his whole life, honestly, like a dangerous sort of fairy godmother. Cheryl in a checked version of her little red riding hood outfit walking out of the misty blue forest!  What a beautiful shot. 

- I did not love Tabitha having to say,  “Hot Ladies, dancing on the bar, fully clothed, of course,” but I *did* love Fang’s groaning in response, just so put upon. I did this simultaneously with the character, so I appreciated that.  I did love the glorious amount of cleavage that Cheryl the minister and cheerleading coach insists on putting on display while IN a high school.  Her sartorial choices felt like a vengeful commentary on the mores of American television.  I would much prefer to see tits on my TV than blood & violence, so the fact that an entire severed leg, a ghost of Christmas past with bullet wounds, and a man getting his face smashed in by a furious fit young man armed with brass knuckles can be shown in full but hot ladies dancing on a bar must be fully clothed irritated me. 

So yes - I said a whole bunch of words to fancy up the statement that I loved seeing Cheryl’s cleavage.

Sidebar: Also why does it gotta be only ladies?  I think Fangs was fishing for an invitation.

- “I caught them (Moose & Fangs) having wine & cheese” - “Ew that is diabolical.” OK so when you’re in that mindset where you want to ‘win’ the break up but you’ve lost, this sort of hyperbolic reaction is exactly what you want from your female friends, and Cheryl doubles down with, “You did nothing wrong.”   Why has Kevin never declared best friendship with Cheryl? 

4. I loved that  the show gives me permission to do what I’ve been doing already, which is that I absolutely despise Uncle Fucking Frank.  That asshole, who claims to understand battle trauma and love dogs, brings home a traumatized dog which deserves to have stable people look after it and be aware of its issues, and doesn’t tell his housemates who aren’t even getting basic mental healthcare, one of which is a nephew he is mooching from for room & board, about the dog’s potential problems.  Absolute failure garbage human, and I am elated to have this affirmed.  Everything Frank does makes Archie so much worse, and Archie does not trust Frank fully either.  Loved this too.  Archie lies to Uncle Fucking Frank about ‘Bingo.’ He was a dog, he says, and then says that Eric does not like to talk about the dog so Frank won’t go mentioning him to Eric.

5. I loved the musical numbers, each for a different reason.

- Coyote Ugly Bar Top Dance:  These terrifying, formerly terrorized children of Riverdale thrill me and break my heart.  Everyone just tosses themselves at danger.   Cheryl, Veronica, and Betty are all women who’ve had the experience of being hunted, terrorized, gaslit, stalked, sexually assaulted, having to fight for their lives while under attack from a much bigger assailant, etc  - just *all* the bad things, really - but with the promise of a good time (lyrics actually say: How Can I Resist?) they will make themselves live bait for a serial killer. 

- Everything Is All Right from Jesus Christ Superstar. I love Kevin’s singing, always.  I also adored Penelope Blossom hating the musical interlude, she’s great.  This song is also meant to be ironic, in the show, from my memory, because in context things are NOT all right. Mary Magdalene was wrong.  They’re showing Kevin and Fangs making up, they’re showing Veronica and Reggie making a sale, Jughead was not in this episode at all, so this was quite arresting from a show perspective.  The song is disquieting, with minor key elements, and so it’s a little uneasy, you know?  Things are not all right, at all. 

3 Things to Consider

a) “This award is a painful reminder of all that I haven’t accomplished.”  Kevin breaks my heart but not in a campy tingly way.  The feeling that I’m supposed to be somewhere better than this, doing something more than this - it’s so painful and real. I’m you, Kevin.  “This can’t be my life, it just can’t be.”  This seems to be the theme of the post time-jump Riverdale, but it feels more visceral because of what’s happening in the real world on the date of airing (Fall of 2021).

b) Bingo being a person, not a dog, puts an entirely different and devastating cast over the dream-dialogue between Eric and Archie.  According to Archie’s subconscious, Eric is basically saying, “Leave the other man for dead, and save me and only me.”  In the football field dream,  Eric was transformed into Jughead, who just needed a little help, and had to be fireman-carried to touchdown.  Eric insisting that he be prioritized over the unfortunate Bingo goes some ways to explaining the bond between Eric and Archie as well. 

c) Archie Andrews is terrifying, and this adult Archie is fascinating and arresting to me. “I don’t want this scumbag arrested! I want him hurt” is the most honest thing Archie has ever said on the show.  And when he says, “I’m trying to save this town, but it’s so corrupt,  broken, full of awful, despicable people.  I think there’s nothing worth saving here,”  Archie is very reminiscent of the Dark Hood/ Hal Cooper, actually.  Archie scares the worthless Uncle Fucking Frank so much that U.F. Frank can’t even say, “Nobody asked you to save the world, Archie, just save yourself.”

#riverdale s5 opinion #riverdale positivity #It's interesting to experience Riverdale's actual episodes a month later than the states-side viewers #all the stuff that comes up on tumblr is so entertaining but disjointed like reading telegrams sent via bottle all out of order #because I'm in a lighthouse in the middle of the sea #reggie Mantle #cheryl Blossom #Tabitha Tate

[mikeyfuckinway]

ok got my danger days palette and uhm!!!!!! i am not thrilled with the lipsticks.

first off i am irrationally and unreasonably upset that the fun ghoul lipstick isnt green like what. what the fuck everyone else got their color why isnt he green. is it bc its not a jewel tone or something? like emeralds exist. is it just bc people are scared of green. theres literally green in the palette. why. why isnt he fucking green make him green i want my green fucking lipstick fuck you

also they kind of feel horrible when i put them on like i know some liquid lipsticks espesially metallic or special finish ones can be really drying but they feel sooooo shitty when i put them on, and its kind of difficult to get them opaque like yknow when youre painting and you go backwards over a stroke u just made and it cuts a line through it instead of painting. the lipsticks do that and it makes it so annoying to try and put them on effectively like u need to wait for a first layer to dry and then do a second one. kind of annoying and it doesnt help that they also just feel like shit and im still so angry about fun ghoul not being green like what is the point. fuck you.

other than that the sets good, i like the liners they seem to be of nice quality, and i havent swatched the palette yet but the colors are exactly what i was expecting and look just as vibrante. nothing came damaged, the mousekat pin is nice, the extra pins that i spent $25 on are. not worth $25. like theyre not bad but i wouldnt have paid that much for them if i wasnt like dying and depressed when i made this purchase.

also im a little miffed that i had to email support to find out that there were even more shipping delays which meant mine was only shipped like towards the end of january and just got here a couple days ago (jan 28 or 29 i think). like its certainly nothing im gonna cause a fuss about but given the uncertainty of when things are gonna get places i wish i wouldve received an update.

there also the whole thing about the set existing in the first place, like im not gonna get mad at them for releasing merch i dont know what kind of contracts theyre under but idk. it feels a little off to me. if it was just the makeup collabs like ok thats kind of cool, expression and makeup have kind of been a part of their performance and image for a while and the colors are definitely unique and can be hard to find, so i like that aspect, but in combination with the other really shitty merch theyve been releasing.... idk. like the shitty masks on their webstore, the other kind of shitty merch on their webstore and the shirts on hot topics website that look like shit im so sorry theyre so fucking ugly. that one armyish green one is horrendous, the vaporwavy one isnt ugly its just so painfully generic and doesnt even read as an mcr shirt, the other ones look like strange slightly to the left twenty one pilots merch. im not a fan

#mcr #my chemical romance #mcr palette #hipdot #makeup #mcr x hipdot #mcr makeup #danger days #danger days palette #danger days makeup #hipdot x mcr #makeup palette #mikey.txt #mcr merch

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27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?

Thanks for asking Chys! <3

My guy Cenric is designed to evoke the classic Final Fantasy black mage, but a bit gothed up and with more realistic features. I wanted him to look like a walking shadow as much as possible. What that meant in terms of his experience is, he doubts his own nature a lot. He isn't sure if he's part Duskwight, if he's a voidsent, if he's the son of Thal, etc. Because he was adopted by a traveling medic, he got desensitized a bit to physical ailments and even death while also always being kind of an outsider. These things combined with his appearance made him subject to ostracism and suspicion, which in-turn snowballed into a series of terrible circumstances in his life including being left destitute on the streets of Ul'dah. He doesn't consider himself attractive, and if anything sees himself as inherently off-putting or intimidating. He's tried to turn this into a kind of strength by playing it up with all black clothing, expensive outfits that immediately announce him as a master of thaumaturgy at absolute minimum. He tries to broadcast his wealth and power without hiding that he does look odd and spooky. When he commits acts of heroism, he wants people to know that they are attributed to him with all the impressions he carries. Cenric tends to conceal at least part of his face a lot of the time, partly because classic black mage look but partly because he does have imposter syndrome and can't always control his expressions lol. He freezes up if children approach sometimes and it helps hide his deer-in-headlights reaction. He tends to wear black and gold that covers him up to a large extent, big hats, long coats. Sometimes he'll wear things that reflect his heritage or the region he's in. It's worth noting he's actually terrible at money and ends up broke pretty often because he prioritized trying to impress people with expensive things.

Maerec looks at himself as pretty ordinary without armor. He has some scars on his body just from being Warrior of Light and isn't sure whether that's ugly, frightening, upsetting, or mundane to other people. He tends to wear black and red armor, favors helms mostly when he knows he needs to intimidate but removes them when he wants to assure those he means to protect. Adapts according to where he is, but favors Ishgardian/Fray influenced designs because that's where he comes from. He tends to be a little bit more worn or ragged than Cenric. Deathbringer with its symbol of Azem is his main blade, though he doesn't realize the significance for a while. He worries about alienating his friends/allies with how he comes across, and gets confused by the dichotomy of people acting entitled to his service but avoiding physical contact with him most of the time.

Nivienne is an unapologetically feminine summoner who loves draping fabric, frills, jewels, makeup, you name it. Likely indulges in expensive perfumes too. She isn't always the most practical in this sense, since the Warrior of Light sometimes does get pretty filthy. But she enjoys and feels powerful on this front so it's something she embraces. She's originally Gridanian, but rejected a verdict of the Elementals with regard to family and left essentially to carve her own path. She initially looks far more in-line with Lominsan arcanists (including a more gray-brown color scheme) but as she goes through MSQ events begins to explore fancier aesthetics. Sometimes these fit where she is at the time, but some are all her own. She's largely settled on black and white silks, preferring to wear a summoner horn or reference to it at the third eye chakra.

Eir is originally Ala Mhigan, but had to flee at such a young age that she didn't get to develop a strong connection to the culture there. It's something she regrets and sometimes tries to cultivate in her glamours to build a sense of connection. She is minimum height for a highlander and fairly petite within that frame, and this did bother her for a chunk of her life. In Ul'dah Eir's older brother had a knack for pugilism but she never did. Likewise, thaumaturgy was clearly not her discipline. She was very drawn to the Bloodsands with its gladiators her brother basically forbade her from participating due to corruption and rigged fights there. Eir didn't want to be dependent on anyone else to protect her and had a strong desire to make a difference/keep others safe, so she left for Limsa Lominsa to pursue marauding instead. As someone who had witnessed "What, is your mother a Seawolf?" barbs, she actually became more confident in her own femininity after befriending a very feminine lady roegadyn among her fellow marauders. She favors skirts, usually with armor but not always. She favors blue tones in color most of the time and leans into sea/storm motifs that combine her links to Limsa Lominsa as well as Rhalgr with his levin.

[snowleopardcatdragon]

Arts and Crafts Stained Glass

Although art glass from mid-late 19th century is often more closely associated with Art Nouveau, the Arts and Crafts Movement’s interest in beautifying the lived in environment through decorative arts extended to glass, particularly in the form of decorative windows as well.

Arts and Crafts stained glass was most often produced by artists working in the Gothic Revival style. Like most things Arts and Crafts, William Morris was a leader in Arts and Crafts stain glass. The Arts and Crafts Movement as a whole was a reaction against the rapid industrialization of the early 1800s, which had greatly changed the social and cultural landscape, as mechanical industrial production replaced hand workshop production, and people left the country side for factory jobs in cities.

The Arts and Crafts movement was a reaction against what its proponent saw as the poor quality goods made under soul crushing factory conditions that were flooding markets. The Gothic Revival in particular looked back to the perceived golden age of craftsmanship and artistry in the Gothic, or late medieval period. While the Arts and Crafts movement was popular in both England and America, the Gothic Revival was a generally more British movement, as Americans had little romanticized medieval history of their own.

Stained glass as an art form had largely fallen out of fashion by the mid-late 19th century. Decorative glass windows were still used in the homes of the wealthy, but these were often more like paintings on glass, created by decorative enamels painted onto the surface of the glass, rather than the jewel bright mosaic-like designs of Gothic churches. Stained glass was thus a natural medium for the artists of the Gothic Revival. It was strongly associated with the great medieval churches: structures built by exactly the kind of pre- industrial artist-craftsmen the artists of the Gothic Revival wished to emulate.

As an American off shoot of the larger Arts and Crafts movement, The Prairie School of architecture also made good use of art glass in its wide bands of window, designed to let in the sweeping views of the Mid Western prairies. As one of the most well known desingers of the Prairie School, Frank Lloyd Wright is well known for his decorative window designs. Decorative art glass windows allowed Wright to solve his long standing dislike of windows. He felt that windows were ugly holes in the walls of his buildings. However, Wright found that the use of stained glass windows, or light screens, influenced by Japanese paper shoji screens solved the problem of needing to allow light into his buildings, but not wanting to simply put hole in his walls. Wright felt that these “light screens” allowed the glass to function as both a window and a wall at the same time, creating a more harmonious flow between inside and outside. Because a window is an essentially flat surface, designing stained glass windows also allowed Wright to show case his graphic design and drafting skills. Wright’s window designs reveal his mastery of simple, geometric forms created with the draftsman's basic tools of the triangle, T-square, and, in his later works, compass.

Probably the best known stained glass designer of the late 19th and early 20th century is Louis Comfort Tiffany. Tiffany’s stained glass designs are so well know that the term “Tiffany window” has become all but synonymous with stained glass windows. Although he was roughly a contemporary of both William Morris and Frank Lloyd Wright, Tiffany’s work is generally associated with Art Nouveau, rather than the Arts and Crafts Movement.

Art Nouveau and the Arts and Crafts Movement are similar in that both sought to find a new, modern style of art for a new, modern world. Both Art Nouveau and Arts and Crafts looked to nature for this inspiration, but Art Nouveau tended to be more forward looking, while Arts and Crafts tended to look to an idealized, medieval past. Additionally, Art Nouveau did not tend to have to have the social interest in the welfare of workers.

Louis Comfort Tiffany was originally trained as a painter, and conceived of his stained glass as work as painting in glass. Like Wright, he was influenced by nature, but unlike Wright, Tiffany was interested in color, and generally uninterested in geometric abstraction. Tiffany designs are thus full of brilliant, jewel like colors, and naturalistic plant and animal motifs, particularly flowers such as irises and tulips, and insects such as dragonflies and butterflies.

Image 1 How Galahad Sought the Sangreal, 1880-1890Morris and Co., Sir Edward Coley Brune-Jones, stained glass. Image Credit Victoria and Albert Mueseum.

William Morris founded the company Morris and Co. He produced many designs himself in the Arts and Crafts and Gothic Revival styles, as well as working with many of his fellow artist, such as Gothic Revival designer Sir Edward Coley Brune-Jones.

Image 2 Light Screen, 1903, Frank Lloyd Wright, , stained glass. Image credit Dana-Thomas Foundation.

In addition to windows, Wright would often designed art glass panels as skylights or with electric lights behind them. Wright’s mastery of simple geometric forms can be seen in these designs.

Image 3 Transom, c.1905, leaded glass, Tiffany studios. Image credit The Charles Hosmer Morse Museum of American Art.

Although both Louis Comfort Tiffany and Frank Lloyd Wright looked to nature for their inspiration, Tiffany’s love of color and generally naturalistic design contrasts strongly with Wright’s muted tones and geometric abstraction.

#art history #Arts and Crafts #art nouveau #stained glass #louis comfort tiffany #frank lloyd wright #prairie style #gothic revival #william morris #Edward Coley Brune-Jones #glass

[ja-khajay]

2020-2021 Animation Watch(ed)list

I haven’t posted about animation in a while that I remember, and I know a lot of my followers are into it as much as me so I decided to make a list of the animated movies and series I watched on the past year or so, coupled with my short, spoilerless take on them. Enjoy!

Organized by

Things I saw for the first time

Things I rewatched

Under a cut for the sake of your dashboards! PS: I have not added any images yet. If you are interested in knowing more about the visuals of these movies, I might make an old fashion ask-prompted imageset list.

Part One: Things I saw for the first time

The Bear’s Famous Invasion of Sicily

Movie, 2019, Italian/French

9/10, a delightful little movie with amazing visuals. It feels like an animated picture book.

One of those “plot is in the title” media! I had never heard of this before but was heavily recommended it by my family members, who all loved it! It’s a sweet story, nothing groundbreaking but the unique colorful visual style alone makes it worth it.

The Castle of Cagliostro

Movie, 1979, Japanese

10/10. Reminded me of all the books i loved reading as a child

I assume its because it’s so old and the art style and themes are so different that it gets little to no love compared to other Ghibli movies, which is a shame! It’s fun with an endearing cast and as always, great animation and music

Mushishi

Series, 2006, Japanese

10/10 three episodes in I knew it was going to be my favorite series ever

One of the few things I’ve seen I’ll describe as life-changing. It’s absolutely lovely but never toots its own horn about it. Humble, calming, emotional and surprisingly mature. It’s pretty impossible to binge due to how intense the experience is. I just want to walk in the forest now...

FMA: Brotherhood

Series, 2009, Japanese

6/10 Dissapointing adaptation of a classic story

I read the manga for this when I was in middle school and remembered loving it. The animated version does an ok job of presenting the characters and worldbuilding and has some nice action scenes but overall looks really damn cheap and just. Not very good. Seeing I already knew most of the plot I did not have the element of discovery that made me marvel so much reading the original. It’s still a nice series but I really recommend reading it instead.

Code Lyoko (s1+2)

Series, 2003, french

3/10. 1.5 being for the opening song alone

This show sucks ass if I hadn’t been watching this with my bestie I would have dropped it two episodes in. The art style is ugly the stories are always the same and the first season has a (later removed thank fucking god) LITERAL “erase any consequences” button as a plot device in every episode. If you watch it for one thing let it be the nostalgia factor of early 00s Vidya Game Plot

The Legend of Hei

Movie, 2019, Chinese

7/10. Impressive visuals and a poor story

I finally watched this, peer pressured by the load of gifsets on my dashboard! It’s a sweet movie with really impressive animation, sometimes a bit too flashy for my taste (the action sequences go so ham they become not very readable...) but the story was just ok? The setting is barely explained and you are instead bombarded with vague epicspeech about powers and stuff that made me fondly remember Kingdom Hearts lol but that asides it’s a really good time! I need to watch more Chinese movies the few I know are just delightfully off the shits in how they approach action and I love that

Hunter x Hunter

Series, 1999, Japanese

9/10. Superior to the recent one!

I first got introduced to the series via the 2011 one. Comparatively, the 99 series focuses way less on action and way more on the characters, which I love because that fits my personal preferences! Despite mediocre filler episodes and some weird slight pointless plot changes, what it changes from the original manga doesn’t have much of an impact on the characters. The animation quality isn’t always consistent including a huge art style change for an arc (???) but it’s overall pretty nice. The series really shines in the last arc it adapts.

Oban Star-racers

Series, 2006, Japanese/french

9/10 a lovely surprise

This series is completly obscure despite having been created by people famous for their other series (Cowboy Bebop, Code Lyoko that i can name) and it’s a crime! It’s a kids show but without being stupid about it who tells the story of an inter-planetary race. If you liked that one scene in the star wars prequels you know what I mean. It’s got surprisingly nice animation for a TV series, and some truly great character design. The art style is a bit unique in a not for everyone sense, but I didn’t mind it much. It’s also THE most offensively 2000s series i’ve seen in terms of visuals. y2k kids assemble

The Little Prince and the Eight-Headed Dragon

Movie, 1963, japanese

8/10. Classic fairytale format with incredible visuals

Watched this for the art style because I know it inspired Samurai Jack, and it delievered! I dont’ have much to say about this one, it’s a very simply film but it’s sweet. For my pirates out there if you want to find it in good quality with english subtitles it’s VERY hard to find. If you just want to see the looks of it, it’s on Youtube with portugese subs.

We now enter the Gobelins Shorts Zone....!

My Friend Who Glows In The Dark

10/10 makes me cry each time

Pure delight...great animation writing everything. A little short about death and friendship but not in the way you imagine!

Colza

9/10

Visual treat...homely and nice :) not far from a 10 but a 9 because nothing about it is that groundbreaking

Sundown

9/10

If you’ve ever been ten minutes from failing a group project because of a single dude you will REALLY enjoy this. Loved the colors and personality

T’as vendu mes rollers?

10/10

It’s SUCH a sweet little short I loved that one so much

Dix-huit kilomètres trois

10/10

Surprisingly well written dialog. Visuals are great but the humanity of the characters carries this to another level

Un diable dans la poche

9/10

Amazing visuals and the most tense/creepy of Gobelin shorts i’ve ever seen. Chilling

La bestia

8/10

I had some issues with the pacing. Interesting story and visuals choices but I was not fond of the art style

Goodbye Robin

5/10

Confusing but predictable. Both at once??? Yes!

Le retour des vagues

6/10

Cool animation stuff but felt pretty pointless

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Part Two: Things I rewatched

Ruben Brandt: Collector

Movie, 2018, Hungarian

10/10. Underrated as hell

Watched this fully blind for the first time in an animated festival and rewatched it with friends. It’s a crime I never see anyone talking about it given the amount of whining I see about the lack of both adult animation and 2D movies? This film is a unique love letter to art in the form of a weird mix of charming crime story and psychological horror with amazing visuals. I recommend watching it blind and also buying it to show appreciation for how nice it is!!! WATCH THIS MOVIE...

Mononoke

Series, 2007, Japanese

10/10 Visual/storytelling masterpiece in the weird shit departement

If you can stomach intense stuff watch this. The visuals are incredibly unique and beautiful and under the jewel tones and art direction high takes it’s a really cool horror series. My only obstacle to enjoying it the first time I saw it was how dense it is - simply put, it’s so...culturally Japanese it’s not very accessible to me who doesn’t know anything about the culture? Watching it for the second time helped understanding the stories more! 

Corto Maltese in Siberia

Movie, 2002, french

9/10 but really close to ten. A great adaptation!

I’m a huge fan of the original comic so I entered this a biiiittttt suspicious it would suck but it was a really pleasant surprise! It has all the wonder and charm of the original and the animation was surprisingly good for the little budget. If you’re not familiar with the series, it’s a sort of geopolitical action/adventure movie but with it’s own really poetic vibe to it. It’s almost impossible to find online but happens to be fully on YouTube so go ham I guess?

Redline

Movie, 2009, Japanese

10/10 cinema was invented for this, actually

Every review of this movie i’ve seen gives it five stars and starts by talking about how immensly stupid it is. I’m no different. It’s a masterpiece of escalating energy with the depth of a puddle and it fucking rules. It’s free on YouTube too so there really is no excuse to not watch it. Watched it for the first time on a huge cinema screen and despite this my second rewatch on my small laptop was as/even more enjoyable. If you watch this stoned with friends you might travel to another dimension

Spirited Away

Movie, 2001, Japan

10/10 deserves the love it gets

I watched this a single time as a kid and had little memory of it! I mean it’s Ghibli you know it’s going to be good as hell but this one rly shines in how colorful and detailed it is and in it’s world! It made me remember I had a huge crush on the dragonboy as a kid. I’m gay now

Kung-fu Panda (1&2)

Movie, Usa

10/10. KFP fucking rules

Honestly my favorite franchise of the whole disney/dreamworks/pixar hydra. It’s fun as hell, doesn’t skip a single beat and has amazing animation and character designs. If something is a good time I will not care if it’s deep or not and boy I fucking love these movies

Sinbad, Legend of the Seven Seas

Movie, 2003, Usa

5/10 Some great some really bad and overall generic

I tend to hate american cinema and this includes that era of animation I have no nostalgia for. Sinbad is in a weird place because I love adventure stories and the visuals of the movie absolutely deliver but it’s very predictable and TANKED by the addition of the female character, pushed in your face as “look we have woman!!!” despite her writing being misogynistic as hell lol. The evil goddess rules tho. This movie would have been a solid 9 if instead of the girl the two dudes had kissed

#j #animation #if you want links to these ill provide but not for the indie ones that arent free #i have no remorse p*rating disney or a movie thats over 50 but if its recent and underrated just legally get it!!!

[radio-charlie]

Ice cream post: pistachio, cookie dough, mango sherbet, and peach

hey di

pistachio— which do you prefer: breakfast, lunch, or dinner?

much prefer dinner because that's my winding down meal, and also when i had hotpot with ppl when i had like, a social life outside lol. very nice when u and some good friends have a whole evening of hot delicious food to look forward, the colors of the sunset visible thru the window, everybody's faces glowing...

cookie dough— do you prefer jewel tones or earth tones? (so, do you like cool toned colors more or warm, earthy colors more)

hmmmm for my living space i much prefer warm grays and blues. but in my art i like to mix cool and warm in a way that looks ugly haha

mango sherbet— do you prefer to watch sunsets or sunrises?

definitely sunsets... beyond the meaning of recuperation i've attached to them they just herald the cooler hours of the day. when i see the sunset i go fuck yea cant wait for when its 26 degrees at 4 am. sunrises just tell me 'ok bitch u barely slept all night but its time to go to class/work' like ok thanks

peach— have you ever gone camping? if so, do you like going camping?

yea i've been a few times, mostly in the US. and i really loved it when it was a more chill experience. just lying on my sleeping bag with the tentflap open, breathing in the sweet clean air of the oregon forest, wandering around and trying to sketch the grass... woooh. now that i'm here in this apartment i think longingly about good, clean air all the time...

thanks :DD

[owlhart]

This Is The Way

So this is the way that I say I need you.

Winter tumbled headfirst into spring, luscious fields of green scattered with magneta ginatias and white myrtle peaking through the melting snow as blowballs swayed in the warm breeze and hellebores danced under the golden sunlight. The skies were painted a baby blue, white wispy streaks of clouds floating lazily across it and Triss would have loved for nothing more than to lie on the grass and stare at the clouds all day. But alas, she was stuck inside the Tretogor palace at a summit with Foltest, who was bickering over something trivial with Vizimir. 

The meeting dragged on and on and on and despite her best efforts to focus on the matters being discussed, her mind wandered off before being pulled back to the present when she felt the weight of Philippa’s gaze burning into the side of her face, heavy and restless. Triss wet her lips unconsciously and Philippa’s eyes flickered down towards them briefly before snapping up to meet her eyes. Triss shot her a curious look but Philippa withdrew into herself - not visibly but Triss knew her well enough by now to recognise the signs - walls slipping back into place, and the moment of connection was broken.

When the two monarchs had grown tired of arguing, they retired into the dining hall for a drink - though to be honest, Triss thought she also deserved a drink - leaving the two sorceresses alone in the great hall. Triss moved over to stand beside Philippa, who was simply staring out the large glass windows.

“It’s a beautiful day,” Triss said, “but you seem like you have a lot on your mind.” 

Philippa’s shoulders deflated ever so slightly.

“I always do.”

They shared in the heavy silence for a while before Triss turned to leave, only for Philippa to catch her by the hand. Triss let out a soft gasp and glanced over her shoulder. Philippa was still staring out the window and she had never looked beautiful than now, bathed in the warm orange glow of the setting sun.

“Stay.”

The single word lacked Philippa’s usual authoritative tone but was instead tinged with hesitance and uncertainty, a cross between a question and a plea. 

Triss recognised the unspoken meaning and she nodded, brushing a thumb across the back of Philippa’s hand.

“Ok.”

And Philippa smiled.

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This is the way that I say I love you.

Summer rolled in like a heat wave, and everything from the temperatures, the colours and people’s emotions, seemed to intensify. 

After much pleading and cajoling, Philippa had allowed Triss to drag her to Toussaint on one of those rare weekends when neither of them had to attend to any pressing matters.

Beauclair was bustling with life with all its sophistication and elegance, and the two of them spent the better part of the day wandering through the maze of multi-coloured buildings, heels clicking on the cobblestones and hands brushing against each others. Philippa ordered a few boxes of Everluce and Est Est from the winery to be sent to Montecalvo and Triss restocked on some rare herbs at the herb store. They explored every nook and cranny of the city, ambling past the jewellers - Triss’ eyes almost popped out at the size of one of the sapphires which Philippa found comically appealing - and the perfumery and the tavern.  

And when Triss’ stomach started to protest quite loudly, Philippa let out a low chuckle and led Triss to the Knights Dormant Square, where they sat down outdoors at a restaurant overlooking the lake, the Beauclair Palace a majestic background against the backdrop of the surrounding mountains. 

Triss wished that she could capture this moment - a profile of Philippa glancing out at the waters that sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight, swirling her Fiorano with a content smile tugging at the corner of her lips - it was absolutely picturesque.

“I wish we could have more time to enjoy life like this,” Triss mused, resting her chin on her palm.

Philippa hummed in agreement, taking a sip from her glass slowly. 

“We will, once we’ve changed the world.”

Triss stared out across the lake, trying to hide the blush flaring up in her cheeks. “We?”

“Hm?”

“You said ‘we’.”

“And?”

A heat started creeping up the back of her neck and Triss rubbed at it nervously.

“It’s nothing.”

Philippa placed her glass down on the table, eyes softening a fraction. “It’s not nothing if it’s bothering you that much.”

Triss bit her bottom lip, taking her time to collect her thoughts. Philippa waited patiently, neither pressing her nor dismissing her, and for that, Triss was grateful.

“Sometimes, I just don’t feel like I’m good enough. I know I am. But sometimes...it’s just a feeling, like I’m not as powerful or as experienced or beautiful,” her hand fiddled with the collar of her blouse, “and...I don’t know, I just look around me and...I wish I could be...more. Just more.” Triss winced sheepishly. “Never mind, I’m just being silly. Forget I said anything.”

Pursing her lips, Philippa turned to face Triss fully with a serious expression.

“It’s easy to doubt yourself, but you are beautiful and you are powerful. And your power and experience will increase over time. Wanting to achieve more is not a bad thing by any means. But do not change for anyone else. You are who you are, who you can be, who you want to be, regardless of what others may think or what they expect you to be. Don’t compare yourselves to them, because they don’t hold a candle to you.”

Triss sucked in a breath, looking slightly emotional. 

“Thank you.” - for believing in me; for loving me and for loving me for who I am.

Nodding, Philippa took another sip of her wine and slid a velvet box across the table almost casually.

Triss’ eyes bugged out once again at the cornflower blue sapphire pendant hanging from the silver chain.

“It reminded me of your eyes,” Philippa shrugged.

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This is the way that I say I’m yours.

Summer eased into autumn seamlessly, warm shades of red, orange and yellow washing away the cooler blues and greens. 

Philippa had been gone for the whole day, attending the autumn solstice festival with a noblewomen and Triss could only imagine the more intimate activities they would get up to that night. And against her better judgement, jealousy curled around her heart with a vicelike grip and try as she may, she could not shake the feeling, no matter how much she told herself that Philippa was only doing it to obtain information and leverage.

It was irrational and it was unfounded, but insecurity and lack of confidence was something that had been engrained in her since she had been young. She had gotten better at overcoming such flaws but now and again, they would rear their ugly heads and she would have to fight to avoid sinking into the abyss.

Sleep evaded her most of the night and by the time Philippa returned the next morning, the anxiety in her heart had grown, lodging itself in her throat and twisting her stomach and gut unforgivingly.

“Triss?”

Her head snapped up towards the sound when Philippa stepped into the room.

“What’s wrong?”

Triss flinched slightly at the hard tone. Wringing her hands frantically, she mumbled, “nothing, I just...you...you were just gone for a while and I was wondering when you’d be back and-”

“Triss,” Philippa interrupted, taking both of Triss’ hands in her own. “Stop pacing. Look at me.”

Triss stopped, insecurity fluttering across her face. Philippa held her gaze, leaning forward and touching her forehead against hers as she placed Triss’ hand over her chest. The rhythmic thumping of Philippa’s heart pulsed against Triss’ fingertips, steady and soothing. 

She knew how Philippa felt about her - Philippa would never voice it in such obvious terms but she would let Triss know in her way. Still, there was always an insecurity tucked away in the back of her mind, a little part of her that always needed reassurance. It was stupid because she knew better - she knew Philippa’s mind, she knew her heart. She knew Philippa.

It was stupid.

It was so stupid.

Gods, she was so stupid.

The tears fell from Triss’ eyes and Philippa shushed her gently, giving her hand a little squeeze and pressing it harder against her chest, fingers splayed between the gaps of hers.

It beats - “For you and only you.”

Triss nodded wordlessly, biting her lip to keep the sobs from escaping even though her shoulders shook with the effort.

Philippa kissed away her tears.

“And you have all of it.”

Triss buried her face into the crook of Philippa’s neck and Philippa wrapped the younger sorceress in her embrace.

“All of it.”

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This is the way that I’m learning to breathe.

The trees shed their autumn robes of fire red and golden yellow and the thick carpet of crisp leaves was soon replaced with a velvety bed of snow. Triss breathed in the sweetness of the air with a blissful smile, the chill sending goosebumps across her arms almost deliciously. 

She had always loved everything about winter - the crisp air, the shimmering drift of snowflakes, the refreshing crunch of the snow beneath her feet - there was a tranquility and a sense of freedom that she associated with the whiteness of winter.

The gentle flapping of wings caught her attention and she looked up just in time to see a grey owl soar through the air, dipping down gently as it drew closer before landing on her shoulder. 

“Hitching a ride?” Triss twisted her head and placed a tender kiss on its beak. “Are you tired already?”

Philippa gave her a piercing look and let out a quiet hoot in response before she started fluffing her feathers. Triss smiled fondly and rubbed the top of her head, relishing the softness of her feathers. Philippa hunkered down at her touch and shifted slightly closer to Triss’ cheek, eyes sliding close in comfort.

Triss continued on her way, the rhythm of her footsteps lulling Philippa into a semi-conscious state and she nestled her head against the welcome warmth of Triss’ cheek. Triss slowed to a stop at the steps of the staircase leading from the garden to the castle of Montecalvo and turned to look once more across the blanket of snow.

She inhaled deeply and her heart swelled at the same time.

“I love you very much,” she whispered to the sky.

Philippa nuzzled her chin affectionately, a hoot rumbling in her chest, and Triss had never felt more content.

#merihart #philippa eilhart #triss merigold #philippa eilhart x triss merigold #philippa x triss #the witcher #lyrics from learning to breathe by switchfoot #because everything i've written on here so far is so angsty it's depressing #so here have a happier one even if it's not like super fluffy or whatever #i do wanna try to write a crack drabble with the whole lodge #i'm not as good writing fluff imo #but i liked autumn and winter but not so much spring and summer #it's telling that i wrote this drabble backwards starting from winter backwards to spring lol

[charmtion]

I have just finished the haunting of hill house & honestly why haven’t you watched it?? it is both aesthetically gorgeous muted tones blueish or blush of sunlight depending on the mood of the scene with fashion sense hair styling to go cross-eyed drooling at a perfect score measured scares & that holy treasured jewel of a thing—good writing! excuse me ranting while weeping I have not stopped sobbing since the finale rolled to its perfect end along the stirring strings of the soft melancholic beauty that is gregory alan isakov & I just have a lot of feelings the rest is confetti it’s a twin thing our moments fall around us like rain argh just let me ugly-cry in peace please.

(also theo i am a fucking doctor crain 👀👏🏼😘 my mostly man-loving brain is quaking.)

#the haunting of hill house #charm talks