#fashion job in Sydney | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sydneyloren05 · 1 year

Text

The Rise Of Sustainable Fashion Jobs In Sydney

The fashion industry is rapidly growing and is becoming competitive. With so many jobs, how can you find a reliable fashion job in Sydney? Now more than ever, we are seeing a rise in sustainable workplace initiatives promoting ethical production and inclusive work practices. However, it’s not easy to find these jobs - especially if you live outside major cities like Sydney.

In this blog, we will explore the rise of sustainable fashion jobs in Sydney and what this means for individuals seeking a career in the fashion industry.

We will look at the different types of fashion jobs, the skills required to succeed in these roles, and the benefits of working in this industry. Whether you're a fashion student, a recent graduate, or a seasoned professional looking for a new challenge, we will provide valuable insights into the exciting and rapidly evolving world of sustainable fashion jobs in Sydney.

Exciting opportunity

With the rise of fashion jobs, there is now a wide range of exciting opportunities for individuals to pursue. From design and production roles to marketing, retail, and even social media positions - there is something for everyone in this dynamic industry.

Search by email

If you're looking for jobs in Sydney's fashion industry, it's important to ensure you are targeting the right companies. Rather than browsing job boards, many fashion professionals utilise email as a way to connect directly with potential employers. This is an effective way of making sure your CV gets noticed and ensures that you are being considered for the right roles.

Production Coordinator

One of the most in-demand positions is the production coordinator. This is a full-time position and involves overseeing the entire production process from start to finish. Production coordinators need to have strong organizational skills, excellent communication, and in-depth knowledge of the fashion industry.

Fashion trends

As a sustainable fashion professional, you need to be aware of the latest trends and how they are impacting the industry. Keeping up with the latest news and trends ensures that your designs are relevant and stylish.

Iconic Australian brands

Australia is home to some of the most iconic fashion brands in the world. There are a number of high-profile fashion houses based in Sydney which offer exciting job opportunities for individuals with the right skill set.

Women’s Fashion

Women’s fashion is an ever-growing sector of the industry. With a focus on ethical production, there are now many sustainable fashion jobs available in Sydney that specialise in women’s wear. This includes roles in design, production, marketing and PR, store management, and more.

Fashion jobs

There are a number of different types of professional fashion jobs in Sydney. These include design, production, marketing and PR, store management, sales and retail, social media, and more. With the right skill set and experience, individuals can find a range of exciting positions in the fashion industry.

Fashion design

Fashion design is one of the most popular roles in the fashion industry. Designers are responsible for creating unique and stylish garments which are created with sustainable materials and processes.For anyone looking for a job with a positive impact, staying informed is key.

Whether you’re interested in manufacturing or retail; there’s something out there for everyone. Join their mailing list today to keep up with their list of available positions throughout Sydney and get started on your sustainable career journey!

#fashion job Sydney #fashion job in Sydney

0 notes

chefkids · 2 months

Text

So what comes next?

In case you have not heard. Season 3 might be the last. This was the same source that first announced that the bear will have additional episodes and they would begin filming in February so I would say they are pretty reliable. It was also Chris' intention to just do 3 seasons, and based on the major themes I do think it makes sense.

The timeline to pay back Jimmy was 18 months. We're already 3 months in. I doubt Season 3 will cover an entire year and 3 months. So why end it at Season 3 when there is still so much that could happen and they could explore?

The Bear will shut down.

It's not unheard of for Michelin star restaurants to shut down. I could see them giving it their all and even getting a star or two, but in the end it still not being enough. Operating costs is extremely high. Gentrification was touched lightly in season 1 with the landscape of the neighborhood changing. Many Michelin restaurants are part of restaurant groups and have large financially backing plus generate income through other products like books or packaged goods.

The show has been setting up everyone to be ready to be on their own if or when the time comes.

Marcus becoming a legit pastry chef.

Tina leveling up in the kitchen as a sous.

Richie becoming a high end host and expediter.

Natalie becoming a manager and also a mom.

They have all gained skills that could get them a job anywhere else. Carmy and Sydney are the ones still stuck.

Sydney is terrified of having to start over once again, because she's scared of time running out for her. She's not even 30, most people don't get to have their own restaurants until much later in life. She wants what Carmy got and she wants to share it with him.

Carmy doesn't know what he's doing on his own. Mikey was his motivation but now that he's accepted he's gone, the only thing that seems to get him motivated is his fear of disappointing Sydney. He started cooking out of spite and has seemingly ignored all his other interests like fashion and drawing.

They need want each other. I think it will end with knowing that they will have each other even if it's not about the restaurant anymore, because really this show was never really about the restaurant but the people in it.

Syd will stop stressing about time, Carmy will find his own purpose. And maybe 10 years down the line they'll give it another try and build something completely new and he'll actually be there for her in the process. I think it will be bittersweet, but still hopeful.

Honestly this is the only way that I can see it having a concrete ending, without leaving a ton of questions in the air, while still having a optimistic door open for the future. In the end the restaurant might have not succeeded financially, but it brought everyone together and made them better.

#the bear #the bear meta #sydcarmy #sydney adamu #carmen berzatto #the bear fx #chefs kiss #the bear season 3

190 notes · View notes

ilyasorokinn · 6 months

Note

omgggg happy 3rd anniversary to you!!!! here's to many more to come 🥂 for this celebration can i please request, from the general fluffy dialogue prompt list number 8 + 9 with mat barzal pls? thank you!

WINNIE MARTIN’S FAVORITE PERSON

this is the first of my tumblr-versary blurbs, so if that annoys you, block the tag 'taylor's tumblr-versary' love ya <3

8. "who let you be this cute today?" 9. "can we wait a second? i wanna take a picture of you right now." (from this prompt list)

you tried to go to as many games as you could, but you had a job so making it to every game was impossible. but, when you could make it to games, mat made sure to plan ahead and make sure you were gonna have a good time.

"you have a ride, right?" mat asked from the bathroom where he was still getting read.

"yes, i have a ride." you sighed. a moment of silence enveloped you and you knew something was wrong, "you okay? you need help with anything?" you asked.

"...yes." he hesitated.

"you can't tie your tie, can you?" you smiled.

"no." you could see the pout on his face as you made your way into the bathroom.

"ooh." you teased, "mathew barzal, who let you be this cute today?" you teased, enjoying the shy smile on his face.

"stop please. just help." he handed you the tie he wanted to wear, but you shook your head, "what?"

"mat, i love you, but your sense of style is awful." you winced, recalling every bad fashion choice you had seen him make. you set the tie on the counter and grabbed a different one, one that better matched the suit he was wearing, and began tying it.

"i should.be offended." the smile on his face told you he wasn't.

"i'm saving you from ending up on people's worst dressed." you shrugged.

he rolled his eyes, "so, before i go, can i see what you're gonna wear tonight?" it was no secret that you loved dressing up for games. it was fun and you liked doing it. you usually had little pieces with his name, number, or team colors. something to show your support, and mat loved it.

"nope." you shook your head.

"what? why not?"

"that ruins the surprise," you told him.

"you're gonna make me wait till after the game to see." he pouted.

"i don't know. maybe i'll be there at warmups." you shrugged, smiling when he perked up, "i think syd's bringing win, so maybe i'll go down with them." she was your ride, so going down to the ice for warmups made sense.

"okay, well, i guess i might see you during warmups." he kissed your forehead.

"maybe." you shrugged, wrapping your arms around his waist, "try not to fall, okay?" he rolled his eyes.

"i don't do it on purpose." he insisted.

you smiled, "score goals." you told him, leaning up and giving him a quick peck.

"for you, always." he hummed.

after he left, you got ready as quickly as you could and before you knew it, sydney martin was pulling up outside your building, "y/n yl/n, you always put the rest of us to shame."

"oh, stop it." you smiled bashfully.

"i'm serious. how you do it astounds me." she ran her finger over the sleeve of your jacket, "doesn't y/n look pretty, win?" you looked to the backseat where winnie was sitting, clutching a stuffed animal.

"pretty." she smiled.

"thank you, miss win." you winked before getting into the passenger side.

true to your word, you followed sydney down to the ice for warmups and helped keep winnie entertained. you could tell sydney was a little tired, so you did your best to keep her attention.

when the boys came out, you couldn't help but smile when mat tossed a couple of pucks over the ice to a few kids. winnie's eyes were glued to the ice as she watched all the guys skate around.

matt skated over, making his daughter laugh, blowing her kisses and even tossing her a puck, which she clutched to her chest along with her stuffed animal.

when your mat finally skated over, sydney took her daughter back so you and mat could have a moment. he smiled, taking notice of your jacket. he spun his finger, and you gave him a little twirl so he could see your jacket.

he gave a thumbs up and a nod, which made you laugh. he tossed a puck over and nodded to a kid behind you, whose eyes were glued. on mat, watching him mesmerized.

you nodded and waved. as he skated backward, he waved and winked. you rolled your eyes before looking at the puck. you smiled when you noticed that mat had signed it.

you turned around to the kid, who looked at you, probably after having seen mat point at him. you laughed before you handed it to him, "this is from barzy." you told him, "have fun tonight."

you turned back to sydney, who had her phone out and was probably recording and taking pictures of the whole thing, "you guys are so cute." she hugged you, "now come on, let's get some drinks." you smiled when winnie raised her arms in your direction, a signal that she wanted to be picked up.

after the game, and an ot goal scored by mat, you waited with sydney and the other girls in the tunnel. you were sitting with sydney, and the entire game, winnie was in your lap. somehow she had gravitated from her seat into your lap, but you didn't mind.

"look, win, there's your dad." you pointed when you saw matt walk out. she gave him a wave, but yawned and laid her head on your shoulder, "i'm tired, too." you patted her back, making the martin's smile.

you waved when you saw mat walk out. he made his way over to you and hugged you, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "i'm proud of you. overtime goal!" you cheered quietly, not wanting to disturb winnie too much.

"i know. all for you." he smiled into your hair before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "you ready to go?" you hummed.

"wait, wait, before you guys go." sydney stopped you, pulling out hr phone, "can we wait a second? i wanna take a picture of you right now." she begged.

"fine." mat rolled his eyes playfully, but posed for the picture nonetheless. after the picture was taken, you were going to hand winnie off to her parents, but she clung to you.

"come on, we gotta go home, winnie." sydney sighed, flashing. youan apologetic smile.

"how about this? i'll carry you in the car, but after that, i gotta go." you offered, and she nodded, "all right, let's go." you switched arms and started heading int he direction of sydney's car.

mat walked by your side, holding your hand and talking to you about whatever. unbeknownst to you, sydney, who was trailing behind you and mat, was snapping pictures.

you set winnie in her car seat and waved, "bye, winnie girl." you blew her a kiss and she blew you one back, which you accepted and held close to your chest, which made her laugh.

you walked back to mat's car, "that felt very domestic." he told you.

"keep dreaming, barzal. let's stick to babysitting."

"i know, i know." he raised his hands in surrender.

as you got waited for mat to get into bed later that night, you saw sydney's tag and checked out the instagram story. it was a photo she had taken, without your knowledge, of you and mat walking towards the parking garage, hand-in-hand, winnie in your arms, her head on your shoulder with the caption 'her favorite person ever ❤️ @/yourusername'

mat hopped into bed next to you and saw the post, "you're right. we do look domestic." you smiled.

"let's stick to babysitting." he joked.

taylor's tumblr-versary!

326 notes · View notes

jewellery-box · 8 months

Text

Day dress worn by Elizabeth Marsden

Powerhouse Collection

This day gown is one of a number of costumes in the Museum's collection that were worn by members of the Marsden family. It is likely that the dress was worn by Elizabeth Marsden, the wife of Reverend Samuel Marsden who was a prominent figure in colonial New South Wales. On 1 January 1793 Marsden accepted the appointment as assistant to the chaplain of New South Wales, and was ordained deacon on 17 March at Bristol and priest in May of the same year. Marsden married Elizabeth Fristan on 21 April 1793 and the newly married couple, expecting their first child, left London on 1 July 1793 on the ship 'William'. They arrived in Port Jackson in March 1794 with their daughter Ann, who was born during the eight month journey. As the chaplain to New South Wales, Marsden endeavoured, with some success, to improve the standard of morals and manners. Samuel soon became a leading figure in colonial life, combining, sometimes controversially, his job as the colony's clergyman with that of magistrate, missionary, wealthy landowner and farmer.

Life in the new colony proved extremely isolating. In 1796 Elizabeth Marsden wrote: 'We seem in our present situation to be almost totally cut off from all connexion with the world especially the virtuous part of it. Old England is no more than like a pleasing dream' (Marsden 1796). However, right from the beginning, the colonists of the remote penal settlement that became Sydney wanted to maintain a fashionable appearance. For Sydney's elite, fashionable dress confirmed their status in the colony, clearly defining not just wealth but also their moral superiority. It was to Britain and France that they looked for news of the latest fashions and hand coloured fashion plates inserted in monthly periodicals provided them with details of the latest silhouettes, hairstyles and accessories. More immediate news was obtained by examining the dress of women of the latest shipboard arrivals from England. The colonial elite, including the family of Samuel Marsden, eagerly awaited the irregular shipments of goods from Europe, India and China. At first the lack of local stores, dressmakers, tailors and supplies meant they frequently relied on friends and family 'at home' to purchase and ship the latest styles. In 1799 Elizabeth Marsden wrote to Mary Stokes, a friend in England: 'We are surprised to see the alteration in the fashion. The Bonnet with white satin ribbons is much admired. Dear Madam your goodness induces me to take the liberty to say a little white ribbon would be acceptable' (Marsden 1799). By the 1820s commerce was thriving and a wide range of dressmaking and tailoring skills were locally available, however many still preferred the prestige of a European import.

It is likely that this dress was worn by Elizabeth Marsden in about 1835 when she was nearly 60. Elizabeth died the same year and the dress may have been kept by her children or husband as a momento. The dress shows some of the stylistic irregularities often encountered in colonial dress. The front-opening bodice of the dress is unusual for this time, which may suggest that it was remade from an earlier gown. Another possibility is that the front opening made it easier for Elizabeth to dress, as she had suffered a stroke in 1811 whilst giving birth to her daughter Martha on 6th May 1811, leaving one arm paralysed. The other alternative is that the dress belonged to Ann and was a nursing dress which opened at the front to allow for breastfeeding.

Distinctive of the fashion during the 1830s are the bishop sleeves with flat mancherons off the shoulders, together with the pleated skirt. The dress is well made and finished which, along with the quality of the fabric, indicates the use of a professional dressmaker. However Ann Marsden was known to have been a skilled seamstress and may have made the dress. As with other costumes worn by the Marsden family, this dress appears restrained in style but of good quality fabric and finish, reflecting the Marsden family's social position and comfortable economic circumstances.

The Marsden costume collection was transferred from the Royal Australian Historical Society to the Museum in 1981. This well-provenanced collection includes some of the earliest surviving examples of colonial dress worn and made in Australia, and gives insight into the life of the Marsden family.

Michelle Brown, 2007

#victorian #victorian era #victorian fashion #19th century #fashion history #historical fashion

90 notes · View notes

aria-ashryver · 1 month

Text

Meet my OC - Viktor Ivanov

Name: Viktor Ivanov Book: Immortal Desires Orientation: Bisexual Pronouns: He/him Birthday: 12th October 1997 Sign: Libra Born: Dunedin, New Zealand Raised: Sydney, Australia, and Inverness, Scotland (with some short stints in both NZ and Croatia) Heritage: Croat

More under the cut! 🖤✨

Family

Henrik Ivanov (younger brother) Mother (name tbd) Father (name tbd)

Viktor’s closest family member is his younger brother Henrik (Henri, as a diminutive), who is eight. Henri attends boarding school, so they do not see each other much, but Henri idolises his big brother and Viktor would do anything to keep Henri from being hurt. He believes his parents treat Henri as the “do-over” child, and that they think Viktor “lacks ambition” and “refuses to take anything seriously”. There is a lot of pressure on Henri to perform well academically and to follow in his father’s footsteps, career-wise.

Viktor’s father’s career remains something of a mystery to him — he knows it is a somewhat high-ranking governmental position that requires him to travel a lot, so his father is only home for short stints every few months. When he was around 12 or 13, Viktor decided he would ask his dad outright what his job actually was the next time he showed an interest in one of Viktor’s hobbies or interests.

To this day, Viktor has no idea what his father does for a living.

His mother is a stay-at-home housewife. She is the family member Viktor sees the most often, and also the one he has the worst relationship with.

Skills / Hobbies

Sketching, painting, singing — frontman and founder of grunge/rock band Your Bisexual Awakening. Also plays bass

YBA cycles through names often, all of which have a story attached. They choose a new name via the following system: if a band member says something stupid or memorable in conversation, and two or more members simultaneously say "band name", they must change it to whatever was just said. I.e.

Cal: seriously, guys? again? Ava: my bad. Angel's refractory period is more like a Refractory Comma Angel, Viktor, and Luca, simultaneously: band name Ava: aw, fuck.

Random Trivia

Moved a lot as a child — growing up jumping between Scotland, Australia, New Zealand, and Croatia has left Viktor with the weirdest accent. Its mostly Scottish... ish? Kinda?

Enjoys anime — once described watching Tokyo Ghoul as the purest spiritual experience of his life (and then sulked inconsolably for a week when he found out the final season was copaganda)

Scared of dogs (was bitten when he was younger)

Loves having his photo taken, but also can’t look at photos of himself sometimes, because they often bring on depersonalisation episodes

Huge collection of slogan t-shirts he crops and alters himself.

Can do overtone / polyphonic singing (but not well)

When he shared a dorm room with Luca at Avalon, for a while his alarm was this Marc Rebillet song (until Luca threatened to beat him to death with a pair of socks unless he changed it)

Has a crush on Kylo Ren

Is deeply ashamed of his crush on Kylo Ren

Favourite movie is Sucker Punch (will rant AT LENGTH about how people completely miss the feminist read)

His fashion sense is varied and questionable. One day he’ll be in gritty, black techwear, the next he’s full flower-boy poet. Then he’ll be Grandma-chic, and the next day he might be wearing a three-piece suit patterned exclusively with cobs of corn.

He does really love garments that drape and flow, though, and is a bit of a sucker for glitter and fun textures. No matter how loud, he somehow manages to always wear the outfits, and not have them wear him.

Viktor’s goals are informed by an odd mix of wanting a sense of agency and independence, while also just wanting to be taken care of and not have to think

Pathetic Babygirl of All Time

Personal Life

cw!! for talk around mental illness, suicide, and substance abuse

Viktor’s childhood was extremely difficult in that his mother simply does not believe that mental illnesses and neurologic disorders are legitimate conditions, and denies that Viktor’s many conditions are real. She believes he is making everything up for attention. Viktor has had this rhetoric drilled into him since childhood — there is nothing wrong with him, he’s just weak, lazy, a failure, a troubled child.

As such, he has never been diagnosed with anything on record.

He is quite mistrustful of authority figures as a result of his upbringing.

The first real, healthy parental influence in his life was Terri O’Rinn. She was the one to refer Viktor to a specialist doctor — she called in a favour from a friend/colleague, who was able to confirm Viktor’s diagnosis of mild to moderate Tourette Syndrome. This diagnosis remains strictly off-record. He primarily has motor tics, but he does have some verbal ones too — many of his tics are indistinguishable from the way he carries himself and his usual, somewhat eccentric mannerisms of speaking and moving.

Viktor also suffers from depression and generalised anxiety disorder. Luca has “diagnosed” him with “ADHD by peer review.” Viktor also deals with frequent bouts of passive suicidal ideation. Luca has had to talk him down on two separate occasions when he has threatened attempts. He has attempted once, on his own, and has never told anyone about it. Viktor loves Luca like a brother, as they do him, and their bond is fundamentally unshakeable.

Viktor fell into performing initially as a means to cope with his Tourettes — music helps to help him feel in control of his symptoms, so he can often be found singing, humming, or whistling to himself as he goes about his business. Alcohol and weed incidentally dial back his premonitory urges as well, allowing him to more easily suppress his tics, so there have been patterns of substance abuse throughout Viktor’s life when he’s been in a bad place mentally.

In classes at school, he was something of the class clown — Viktor quickly realised he liked dictating the kind of attention that was on him (and that he actually really loves attention when its the kind he has sought out himself). So rather than people staring at him because of his tics, he’d rather enrapture them on purpose with beautiful and hypnotic performances. Leaning into his role as the band’s vocalist and frontman did wonders for his self-confidence and overall quality of life.

Also — he’s just really, really, good at singing 🖤🖤🖤

You can find out more about Viktor via my masterlist, or read about him in my longfic, snow in crimson, starlight in gold on AO3! 🖤(direct link, fic is rated Explicit)

tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations

#i release the boy into the wild hes your problem now #SICSIG #viktor ivanov #meet my oc #cfwc meet my mc #immortal desires #playchoices fanfic #choices fic writers creations #🏳‍🌈🏳‍🌈🏳‍🌈

30 notes · View notes

goldielia · 2 months

Text

cassandra jones

aka. cassy, cass, jonesy, darl, darlin’

born on april 2nd 2001 in melbourne, australia

grew up going to the australian grand prix with her dad nearly every year

is an only child

daughter of a nurse and a car mechanic

started dancing ballet when she was really young because she loved dance academy so much

still takes classes every now and then when it fits into her schedule

studied motorsport engineering in sydney

has been steadily applying to mclaren engineering jobs ever since she graduated

her grandpa is from new zealand which is the reason why she wanted to work for bruce mclaren’s team (he’s a kiwi) so badly

never mention the fact that mclaren plays the british anthem for race wins to her, she’ll go on and rant about why it should be the new zealand anthem for hours

jack has made this mistake multiple times

loves baking

wants a cat really badly but her lifestyle can’t provide a good life for it (traveling etc.)

knew she wanted to spend winter breaks in new york because of the christmas decoration and new year’s party

fell in love the second she touched down in new york and doesn’t want to leave anytime soon

thought it was fate when she met jack who lives & works in new york

they met at the 2023 canadian gp when mclaren invited him, cole and trevor to watch from their garage - jack just couldn’t take his eyes off of the hot red head-race engineer

starts a podcast with her best friend christina eventually

loves casual fashion and thrifting

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x oc #cassandra jones #goldie's untouchable au #jack hughes

19 notes · View notes

gingerylangylang1979 · 10 months

Text

Carmy and Claire... ooof

I’m just gonna get into it.

She tried to be Carmy’s Pete

I feel like Claire is supposed to be Carmy’s Pete, but it doesn’t work because Carmy is not Sugar. I was searching for a parallel to how they were trying to show Claire as a balancing force for Carmy. Which I get. Opposites attract. You see that with Nat and Pete but for some reason it doesn’t work with Carmy because he is so much more ill adjusted than Sugar. Claire, despite being super understanding, also never saw the worst of Carmy. He reserved the worst for the restaurant and used her as an escape. He reserved the worst for Sydney. So Claire was never truly tested or trusted to see it all so of course she easily loved him. They never argued. I did like the softness and gentleness we saw. Carmy needs that, but it just wasn’t totally honest because they were in the honeymoon phase and he was on best behavior just for her. What if she was struggling at some point, would he be able to be there for her in the same way? No. I think this was a perfect example of a woman thinking she can fix a man. The problem is she never saw how deeply he is broken.

Carmy created a love bubble

Carmy never set boundaries and said this is what I can give while I’m on this new project. So she got a false sense of what his world really is and what his priorities needed to be. She has a busy job too but it seemed he accommodated her so in a sense she never really saw the actual reality of them both working like crazy and him coming home stressed. He created a bubble of perfection with her at the center that was never going to be sustainable.

The whole portrayal was lame.

Not gonna lie, I did like seeing romantic Carmy, for personal reasons. If my one positive takeaway is yes he wants to fuck women, yes he can be gentle, that’s a win for me. BUT the overall tone just wasn't hitting. Which gets to a bigger gripe about the tone of most of the episodes not hitting for me. It felt very primetime drama for me with the dialogue equivalent to a teen show. They even went to what looked like a frat party. Her lines were very, “I’m the perfect, quirky, understanding girl with no problems of my own,” and he got throwaways like, “She’s so great it scares me.” Just really mediocre compared to dialogue we’ve seen written for this show. And the fireworks kiss? Come on! I was expecting running in the rain to happen at any moment. I couldn’t tell if the writers wanted me to be invested in them or not. I guess maybe they were trying to make a reliving of Carmy’s lost youth, quite literally? I dunno. It felt sweet at times but also just super corny and out of place on this show.

Is she a pick me?

I actually hate this term. I feel it’s used so flippantly and can be hurled at any woman like a slur. But saying it defines what I mean so forgive me. Claire got the red flag literally from day one. He gave her the wrong number but she still pursued him. She questioned him on it a few times until she got a real answer but his answer was kind of bland. He just said I like you so much and don’t want to mess up. I dunno, when I’ve heard that from a man in the past, they usually do mess the fuck up, big time. This is their way of letting you know. She obviously didn’t ask to define the relationship. Carmy works it out with the crew so they never had the conversation with each other. The whole girlfriend/girl who is a friend thing was so lame for a grown adult man to need to ask about. Sydney was right to punk him and be like which is it? Exactly how important is this? So was Claire never questioning what they were this whole time? She said I love you to him first, I think? She said it on the voice message, which I thought was a bit bizarre. He said he loved her to other people but we never saw him say it to her face. I think it was just really strange that we never got a scene of them saying it to each other. Sorry, I’m old fashioned, the man needs to say it first, to a woman’s face. I feel this is one step away from a woman proposing to a man which is also a no for me.

I didn’t understand the family connection

They all know her yet we hear nothing about her from them and Carmy has been home quite awhile at this point. Fak has her number? They call her Claire Bear? They don’t call anyone not immediate family Bear so why does she get that? Because it rhymes? Eeek. She is supposedly so close with them all but we never see them interact with her until she dates Carmy? Sugar never mentioned her. Did he have a crush in high school or did he just wish they were friends before? When Mikey, Richie, and Fak try to push her on him at Christmas he seems really disinterested. Was it just a self esteem thing, that he was put on the spot, he didn’t want a relationship, or just didn’t have a crush on her like that? It’s really unclear what that was about. And then she knows about The Bear name but he says he wishes she talked to him more. So when was this conversation? It’s just really sloppy and none of the details align. Everyone treats her like she was so close to the family but there’s no real evidence of that from the past that makes any sense. I’ve seen some fans say Carmy connected her with his family trauma and that’s why it can’t work. I don’t really get that. Maybe that’s what they tried to write but I’m not getting how when it seems the family connection is just them trying to set him up with her. Am I missing something?

Will they explore this again?

I think it’s hard to tell. It is interesting that they started in the refrigerated section and it ended because Carmy was trapped in a fridge. Cold, literally. The use of the blue light when they were in bed and the blue light when Carmy was trapped was interesting. Does it mean finality? I don’t know. She didn’t even get a last name. They didn’t really end it face to face. Would they explore it again if Carmy is more stable? At this point I have no idea what they intend but I can’t conclude it’s done, done. Overall, the fan reactions have been negative. I’m not sure if the show cares or not. If I were her I would stay away. Repeat relationships rarely work out because trust is broken. How would she be able to trust Carmy again? Even if feelings are still there I would feel duped if I were her.

Thoughts?

#carmy berzatto #the bear fx #claire the bear #the bear season 2

91 notes · View notes

night-unfurls-its-splendour · 1 year

Text

Top 10 Favorite Performances of "Music of the Night"

Honorable Mentions: Laird Mackintosh

I have an affinity for Laird that I can't quite explain. I love an understudy/alt/swing who's been with the production and just lingers for years and years (this is borne out in the rest of the list, as you'll see), I love that he started out in ballet, and I love how energetic he is. Though he falls short on the high notes, he plays the reaction to Christine fainting very well

Honorable Mentions: Dave Willetts

He's so smooth and creeping, and he's one of the especially good Phantoms who catches Christine before she falls (I'm a sucker for that, as will also be borne out in the rest of the list). He's been accused of "Copying" Michael Crawford, and I do see where that criticism is valid, but I think it's understandable given that he took up the mantle very early in the West End run.

Honorable Mentions: Cris Groenendaal

Cris is a really underrated Phantom. Another Alt/Understudy (who, like Laird, spent a lot of time in the role of M. Andre), I think he's got a wonderful power in his voice. His MotN is melodic and seductive. His pitfall is that he does tend to get a little bit nasal for my tastes.

Honorable Mentions: Ramin Karimloo

Honestly I think Ramin lands in most people's top tens. Certainly the 25th Anniversary at the Royal Albert Hall has made him on of the most ubiquitous Phantoms out there. Now, frankly, Ramin has taken a while to grow on me, and while my viewing of the 25th was the thing that pushed me to include him on this list, that performance is not the one that I chose to include here. Instead I went back, to his West End run. While I think Ramin's performance is a bit broad whenever he's actually in character, I do see what people mean about his emphasis on Erik's vulnerability. He does (with slightly less refinement) what I will later in this list praise Earl Carpenter for (and that's high praise from me, as you'll see). Still while I like Ramin's Erik a lot more now than I did, say, four months ago when all this brain-rot started, he's just not one that feels personal to me, which is why I hesitated to put him in the top ten proper.

10. Paul Stanley

I mean of course I'm fascinated by Paul Stanley's whole Phantom saga, so of course he's in here. He's far from the most technically proficient, he struggles with the high notes, but he really does a good job otherwise, and I have to admire his moxy.

youtube

09. Brent Barrett

Emphatic and sexy with compelling body language. So underrated.

youtube

08. Howard McGillin

Spectral, Resonant and controlled; a legend.

youtube

07. Hugh Panaro

Hugh is one of those that I feel like is a pre-requisite in a top ten list. My favorite thing is how he plays heavily on the phantom's fascination with Christine, and not solely on making her fascinated by him

youtube

06. Michael Crawford

Another prerequisite. He's ghostly, coaxing; the OG OG. The man who said, "No I want them to be able to see how lustfully he's touching her in the back row. I need to show more skin: make my sleeves shorter." This man understood the assignment and he set the tone and God bless him for it.

youtube

05. Anthony Warlow

The original Sydney Phantom, another beautifully strong, clear vocal quality. He has a very old-fashioned style of singing, I think which has a particular charm. If I had to name a fault it would be that he is quite theatrical, which I don't mind, though I tend to prefer an understated phantom. He never undersells a single line. I think his phantom is one of the most "hopeless romantic" interpretations. A particular standout for me is how he conveys that Christine's reluctance tries his patience, but he holds it together and his "touch me, trust me" is beautifully reassuring, while many phantoms choose to portray lust or longing in this moment, his is an appeal for understanding which is very attractive in its own way.

youtube

04. Ben Lewis

The power! The gravitas! Ben Lewis is truly one of the greatest blessings in PotO history and his high note? Off the charts. Also, since this is the whole first lair, I just want to say that this is one of my favorite versions of "Stranger than You Dreamt It" I've ever heard.

youtube

03. Ted Keegan

Refreshingly sharp and clean. I just love how powerful he is without being overpowering. He's strong, sensual and smooth. *sigh* ~,~ If only he caught her...

youtube

02. Earl Carpenter

So pleading, so gentle--holy hell I love Earl so much. Watch him show Erik's inner struggle with his desire for contact and his fear of his deformity throughout this entire scene! Watch him think to himself "Yes, let her touch you! Why shouldn't you?" And then lose his nerve at the last moment! I could go on for hours. Find me a sweeter Phantom. Go ahead.

youtube

01. John Owen-Jones

Without a doubt in my mind THE strongest vocal performer in this role. I just love to hear him booming out in his great, Welsh way. He strikes an exquisite balance between his acting and his singing. His vibe in general is amazing, like he really leans into the idea that he's been Christine's teacher as much as her muse. He has guided her through music and he wishes to be her guide into romance as well, and that manifests in every aspect of his performance. Such as the fact that he doesn't walk away from Christine for the second verse, so he's leaning close when he sings "Let your spirit start to soar" and almost always gestures with his hand over her diaphragm. If I'm completely honest, he's the only Phantom (except perhaps Michael Crawford or Gerard Butler) that I can actually imagine giving Christine singing lessons. So few actually inhabit this music obsessed weirdo like JOJ does.

He, perhaps the ultimate gentleman phantom, also catches and carries Christine before she falls. (Special shout out to my girl Gina Beck for also REALLY leaning in to the romanticism of the moment; she looks just so utterly in ecstasy through this whole sequence and that's exactly how I would want to play Christine).

youtube

I need to tack a caveat onto the end here:

Gerard Butler's Music of the Night is my actual, number one favorite rendition.

But I wanted this list to be stage versions only.

I think I can put my feelings on this most succinctly like this:

I love JOJ's confidence, his command and his sensuality

I love Earl's gentleness and vulnerability

I love Anthony's patience

I love Ted's crispness

I love Paul's humanity

I love Ben's power

Gerard Butler somehow manages to crystallize ALL of those elements and ramp them every one of them up to 11 with an added element of wholly smitten wonder at Christine that makes me so weak.

129 notes · View notes

mybeingthere · 3 months

Text

Robert Dickerson was one of Australia ‘s best known painters. Born in Sydney , Australia in 1924, he was the son of a tinsmith.He worked as a boy fashioning tin funnels and scoops in the father’s workshop, and in his leisure hours would hurry to the museums to draw and read and look at great paintings and sculpture.

At 14 he left school – he had not learned much there anyway having had pneumonia three times losing much schooling. He began to educate himself which has turnout out to be a lifelong process. He became a professional boxer at 16 years of age and toured the country towns of Australia until 18, when he joined the R.A.A.F. for World War II.

So far, painting was still a ‘spare time’ occupation. But in the jungles of Borneo, after the war was over, Dickerson suddenly found a lot of spare time when waiting to be demobilised. Then he really began to draw and paint, surrounded by the bright-eyed children of Borneo who were his friends. He used any available material – charcoal, plywood, whitewash, bootpolish.... the children serving as his models in return for sweets and cans of food he scrounged for them.

On his return to Australia, Dickerson took up factory jobs and for the next ten years he worked in labouring jobs painting on weekends. In 1956, he sold his first painting to the National Gallery of Victoria. Three years later he began to paint as a full time artist.

14 notes · View notes

scotianostra · 3 months

Text

On February 1st 1918 the author of The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, Muriel Spark was born in Edinburgh.

Spark did not publish her first novel until she was almost 40, but she quickly gained admirers for her taut, comically disturbing works that often depicted odd, malevolent forces insinuating their way into the lives of ordinary people. She was best known for "The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie," her 1961 novel about a charismatic schoolmistress.

Originally Muriel Sarah Camberg, she attended the James Gillespie's High School for Girls. There she met educator Christina Kay who became the inspiration for one of Spark's most famous characters.

At the age of 19, she married Sydney Oswald "Ossie" Spark. The couple sailed to Africa soon after they wed. The union proved to be a brief and turbulent one. She had a son, Robin, with her husband before the pair split up. For a time, Spark supported herself doing odd jobs. She returned home during World War II, leaving her son in Africa in the care of some nuns.

Back home, Spark became involved in London's literary world. She served as editor of the Poetry Review from 1947 to 1949, and published poetry, short stories and critical biographies of figures like William Wordsworth, Mary Shelley and Emily Brontë. In the 1950s, Spark suffered a nervous breakdown and converted to Catholicism. Her first novel, The Comforters in 1957, earned critical acclaim from such established British writers as Graham Greene and Evelyn Waugh.

While she largely considered herself a poet, Spark built up an impressive career for herself as a novelist. After The Comforters, two more novels soon followed —Memento Mori and The Ballad of Peckham Rye . But it was her tale of a teacher at a girls school that really brought her widespread commercial success. The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie became a best seller when it was published in 1961. The book began the basis of a successful London play starring Vanessa Redgrave in 1964. This production later moved to Broadway with Zoe Caldwell as the title character. In 1969, Maggie Smith starred in the film version, which earned Smith an Academy Award for best actress.

By the end of the 1960s, Spark moved to Italy. She lived in Rome for many years. There Spark met artist Penelope Jardine. The pair became inseparable, eventually setting up house together in Tuscany. Jardine acted as Spark's aide and companion. While some have speculated that their relationship was a romantic one, Spark told reporters that it was an "old-fashioned friendship," according to The New York Times.

As her career progressed, Spark continued to explore both the dark and light sides of life in her work. Not everyone knew what to do with this odd balance of the comic and tragic. Scottish writer, Allan Massie (Who I met several times at a writers workshop when at school) described her as "a comic writer with a sense of evil, a metaphysical in all sense of that difficult word" in the Spectator. Another critic for New Criterion wrote that "what first seems like caricature often passes, on closer reading, as unvarnished reportage."

Spark turned her mighty pen on her own life with the 1992 memoir Curriculum Vitae. In 2004, Spark published The Finishing School, which proved to be her final novel.

Muriel Spark died, aged 88, on April 13,th 2006, in Florence, Italy and is buried in the cemetery of Sant'Andrea Apostolo in Oliveto.

#scotland #scottish #history #edinburgh #author #witer #strong woman #literary figure

11 notes · View notes

idesofrevolution · 2 years

Text

Corporate Restructuring

From an original idea by @rakurairagnarok

"Fifth time this month he's late." From behind his desk, James tried desperately to distract himself from just how furious he was. Daniel was not a particularly bad performer as far as his work was concerned, but he was a somewhat laxidasical employee when it came to the everyday expectations that the Vita Corporation expected of him. That would be to be on time, to respect authority, to not slack off in his cubicle... Basic fundamental things that make a corporate office run smoothly and efficiently. Looking down at Daniel's file, James was preparing himself to ream the disobedient subordinate during this employee review. Thus, precisely three and a half minutes past the hour when Daniel entered his office, it shouldn't have come as a shock.

"You're late Mr. Fordham. Sit down." The harsh tone that James spat at the young man was absolutely intended to frighten the young marketing executive, though in typical fashion for the Aussie fella he was, Danny sat down on the bench entirely unperturbed. This had come as no surprise to him, as Mr. Wellington frequently would come down hard on him for just about any minor mistake. There was a bet going around his department about what stupid policy the old American bat would harp on that day, and it was going to make some of the blokes a bit richer.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Wellington?" Danny's unenthusiastic tone infuratied James. The disrespect his little shit had for him- if they were in Dallas, he'd be on the street with his cardboard box by now, but in Sydney, things were different.

"Fordham, I have told you time and time again about your behavior. You're soft. You show no respect. You're late nearly every day. I will not continue to tolerate this type of adolescent rebellion." Danny tried desperately to hide the smirk which subtly began to pry at the corners of his lips, successfully avoiding tipping off James to his truthful reaction. "But why do you think I called you in this time?" Danny pondered for a moment. Perhaps it was the fact that he tracked sand from the beach across the office carpet on Tuesday. Or that he left his surfboard in the employee lounge overnight on Thursday. Maybe it was the fact that his longboard made skidmarks on the sidewalk at the entrance of the building... Truthfully, Wellington would love to use any of those as an excuse to scream at him.

"Can't say I have any idea, sir." James huffed, his face getting redder. He pulled out a piece of paper from the desk drawer and began to read.

"A complaint filed against one Mister Daniel Fordham: Each day during lunch, Mr. Fordham utilizes the building gym for approximately one hour. After which, he showers and returns to his desk on the 47th floor." James paused and stared at Danny. "Does this sound familiar, Mr. Fordham?" Unsure of where James was going with this complaint, he absentmindedly nodded. James furrowed his brow and continued. "When Mr. Fordham returns to his work, he brings his duffel bag into the office and places it under his desk for the remainder of the day." Bingo. He now knew precisely where James was going. Looks like Chris and Lyle would be getting $40. "The stench that emanates from this bag is indescribably offensive, distracting, and inappropriate..." Danny chuckled to himself. Which only seemed to enrage James even further. "MISTER FORDHAM! I WILL NOT TOLERATE YOUR INCONSIDERATE BEHAVIOR FURTHER. You will either do something about your... things, or I will make sure you find a job where they do not care about such filth. Do I make myself clear?" Danny nodded, smiling, before rising to his feet.

"Perfectly, sir. I've placed it in the men's room for now, and I'll think of what do do with it from now on." James waved off Danny, banishing him back to the cold cubicle which confined him from 9 to 5. As he sauntered out the door, high fiving his coworkers and collecting his winnings, James was fuming behind his desk- he was at the end of his tether. Every other employee understood the corporate hierarchy, and their place in it, except for Daniel Fordham. His work wasn't by any means subpar. It was completed on schedule, was thorough, and met every goal expected. Rather, it was the tone in which he conducted himself. He didn't eat, drink, and bleed for the company, and James wouldn't have it any further. Rising quickly from his desk, he stormed out the door into the large open room.

"FORDHAM! I want PTS reports on my desk in exactly two hours!" The office fell silent, as Danny turned around, dumbfounded.

"I can work through my lunch hour if you need, Mr. Wellington." James nodded firmly.

"See to it that you do." James wiped the sweat from his forehead with his handkerchief, and began to walk towards the restroom. All of this shouting was going to give him a heart attack- he needed to take some of his medication and he'd be fine. He burst through the door and leaned against the sinks, fiddling through his jacket pockets to find his pill bottle. Popping the cap, he swallowed two capsules and tossed them back. Controlling his breathing, the middle-aged man looked in the mirror. He was overweight, balding, his suit was baggy and ill-fitted, but above all, he just looked unhappy. He sighed, knowing full well deep down just why it was that he always came down hard on Danny.

Jealousy. He looked at this youthful, relaxed, cool young man who despite clearly being uninterested in devoting his entire life to the company, was as successful as he was. When James was his age, he was a low-level intern, working his ass off to afford rent. Why should this little shit be able to surf through life without a care in the world, while he angrily slaves away, running his company with an iron fist? It wasn't fair. The man sighed, and looked down. Was this success? It was in this moment that James saw the bag. There, in the far corner of the bathroom, lying atop the granite countertop was Daniel's ratty old Adidas gym bag he'd just gotten done screaming over.

Something within him snapped, whether it was the mere sight of it or if it was the proximity, but James lost all control of himself. He'd show that little fuck just what he thought of his attitude. He'd just toss that bag down the garbage chute and be rid of it. Then he wouldn't be smirking anymore, he wouldn't be joking around, he wouldn't be so damned relaxed! James scampered over to the bag and took ahold of the beat up shoulder strap... and froze.

One gentle inhale and he was assaulted with it- pungent, odious, rank... the complaint was clearly well founded. The bag was zipped tight and it still couldn't contain the musk. In his mind, James was ready to entirely eviscerate the fetid bag, but his body disobeyed. He looked around the bathroom, searching for any bystanders who might see him, and when he was satisfied the coast was clear, he turned back to the zipper and slowly began to pull. The quiet buzzing of the zipper opening the bag echoed in the empty bathroom, ringing loudly in James' ears until it reached the end of the track. Pulling the bag wide open, the smell was noxious. He peered in and saw grey-brown Lonsdale hoodie, shorts, tube socks and Asics Tigers laying atop a heavily worn jockstrap.

James stared down at the items, knowing full well that he should be absolutely appauled, and yet... he was not. He reached out, the tips of his fingers brushing against the still warm, damp fabric of the jockstrap. It was as if he was hit with a freight train, chills ran down his body, seeminly electrifying every molecule within him. It felt... incredible. He looked at his hand, squeezing it into a fist, feeling an odd mix of energetic power and relaxation wash over him. He hadn't felt this way in years, at least since his early thirties. He reached down and let his fingers drag across the sticky wet socks, causing another burst of electric energy surging through him. This feeling of release, the release of tension that had built within him over the grueling years was an absolute revelation in ways he hadn't ever experienced before. That's when he saw his hands... the wrinkles were gone. He peered down looking at his palms, softer, stronger, younger... Turning toward the door, he bolted the door locked and began to shuck his suit.

Free from the bondage of the uncomfortable, cheap suit, he stood naked before the bag, filled with a motivation therebefore foreign to him. The bag beckoned him, and he dove right in. He grasped the jockstrap, bringing it to his nose, inhaling the sharp, sour smell of unwashed dick and sweaty balls. The musk annihilated his senses, forcing a loud moan to escape his mouth, a tad bit deeper than before. His body now nearly on autopilot, he put his two feet into the holes of the jockstrap, pulling it up the sides of his legs until his package fell neatly into the wet, fetid pouch. He felt a stirring in his groin, a odd stretching sensation overtook his cock. Watching with awe, he saw the pouch begin to fill out and sag. He huffed with labored breath as the stained fabric strained to contain the sheer girth and heft of his growing bulge until a long, uncut cock snaked its way out. James poked it with his finger, the slick, slimy coat of pre inundating his pointer finger. Swirling it around under his long foreskin, he gasped at the sensitivity his cock had never before given him, before bringing his hand to his nose. It was sharp, it was virile, and it was hot.

He turned back to the bag, rummaging through it's contents before he found the shorts, slipping them on just below the waist. His varicose veins retracted back into his skin as it tightened and tanned. The layers of fat melted away and his muscles firmed while bristly hairs began to poke out of his inflating thighs and calves. He could feel his butt tightening and ballooning outward, letting his hands grasp the two strong orbs that now adorned his behind. He turned to the mirror, slapping his ass and enjoying the muscled ripples. He'd grown at least a foot and a half taller, landing at around 6'5.

Swiping the socks and sneakers, he brought the dripping wet items to his face, letting the sweat smear across his face. Ripe, rank, and addictive. Eagerly, he slipped the wet socks up his ankles and calves, and thrust his feet into the massive sneakers. Immediately, he felt his soles begin to expand against the footprint embedded in the insole, stretching and creaking against the leather shoes. His toes elongated and strengthened, as if years of surfing and skating had naturally grown the two prized size 16 boats. From waist below, he was not the same man. Not even a younger version of himself, but rather someone entirely different. His knees weren't buckling, his ankles weren't sore, his balls hung low, filled with buckets of potent cum and pumping testosterone. And there was only one more item left.

He grabbed the hoodie, turning to the mirror to see one last glance at the old James Wellington, before he thrust his arms into the open holes. Bubbles began to form beneath his skin, liquefying the heavy sacs of fat that drooped down from his weak arms, until it solidified, being entirely absorbed into his muscles. His biceps and triceps inflated like balloons, straining against the fabric before easing up. His hands were now youthful, limber, strong, tattoos began to crawl out of his knuckles and stretch upward toward his broadening shoulders and swelling pecs. His gut collapsed in on itself in an instant, as if popped by a needle and letting the excess air stream out of him, leaving a tapered, tight waist and strong, cobbled abs. His head popped out of the top of the sweatshirt, caught in the hood itself.

The years melted away, the wrinkles tightened and his hair thickened and shortened into a tight, but sweaty crop. His eyes struggled to adjust to the brightness of the room, until he could finally see out of their piercing blue irises. He fell backward against the wall, sliding downward as if completely exhausted from a particularly long workout: damp, ripe, and pulsating. The lock clicked on the bathroom door, allowing his secretary to walk in.

"No I can't imagine why the door is loc... Oh! Mr. Wellington! You're back from your exercise already?"

Jimmy smiled, looking up at his faithful assistant and pulling himself up from the ground. He sauntered over slamming his massive hand onto the lanky young man's shoulder.

"Sure am. Just taking a breather." His low, thick aussie accent poured out of his lips like syrup. "Gonna get changed in a minute. Could you see if Danny could come see me in the office whenever he has a minute?"

AN HOUR LATER

Danny walked up to the heavy wooden doors, annoyed beyond belief that he'd be subjugated once again to James' shrill shrieking. He turned to the assistant, quietly typing behind the desk, though for the first time he'd ever seen before, the bloke was smiling.

"Ay, you alright, Curtis?" The man turned and nodded with a chipper demeanor. Danny brushed it off as a good day for the fella, as he pushed open the heavy door. Immediately he was taken aback. What once was a dark, stuffy, extremely formal room was now open, light and airy. The heavy mahogany desk was gone, replaced with a streamlined metal and glass one at a third of the size. The heavy blinds were gone, letting the full rays of the Sydney sunlight permeate the room. Danny confusedly looked around the empty room, until he caught a familiar whiff coming from the back corner directly behind him.

"Ah good, Danny, you're here." Danny spun around, immediately seeing the lean, suave, sexy sight of his boss sipping a glass of whiskey on the rocks. He sat back in the seat, his huge feet and long legs extended outward in a relaxed stretch. Huge feet that... seemed to be the same size as his. In fact, legs that were the same length as his, a suit that was the same dimensions as his... a body comparable to his own that smelled... just like his. "I have a proposition for you, bud. Sit down." Danny sat down across from Jimmy, dumbfounded.

"Now then. I believe this belongs to you, my friend." Jimmy tossed the gym bag back to it's rightful owner, who ignored it entirely to continue his slawjawed awe of the man that sat before him. "What on earth have you been doing, Danny? New preworkout? New vitamins? New protein powder? You do anything different lately?"

"Well, I did take some of the trial supplements from R&D a few days ago. Did wonders on my stamina, but... sir..." Jimmy waved his hand, offering a glass of whiskey to his current subordinate.

"I figured. See, we were hoping to test that in a few weeks, and I'm so glad you tried it early. Looks like the VitaSupps project works better than we anticipated... with some interesting side effects." Jimmy reclined, throwing an arm behind his head. "I like your energy, Danny. Your essence. I think it's the direction we need to start heading in, and I think you're just the kind of guy I want next to me as we do it." Danny smiled from cheek to cheek, thrilled he was finally getting the recognition he'd always deserved. As the two executives clinked their glasses, the deal was sealed. The Vita Corporation was going to be rolling out their new lifechanging supplement, and they had quite a bit of restructuring to do. Out with the old, in with the new, and with Wellington & Fordham working side by side, the company was more than ready to proceed.

#male transformation #musk #jockification #broization #aussie #clothing tf #male tf #body transformation #muscle transformation #original #corporate

357 notes · View notes

risu5waffles · 2 months

Text

Who, or What, is a risuko?

Tagged by@candybagcj , transfemme Alan Wake. Alaina? Would that be Alaina?

Who were you named after?

Like most trans gals, i'm named after myself. i honestly didn't realize it would work out to be squirrel girl until it was far too late. i was just thinking i was being clever wiv bilingual numbers puns.

Last time you cried?

i don't remember, and this is honestly a bit of a problem for me. i kinda feel like it would be a healthier if i could just have a good, honest cry for once. Oh! Wait, i do remember! But it's not really a public consumption story, sorry.

Do you have kids?

No. Steps were taken. There are a few folx in my community young enough to be my kids, and i only hope i have been a positive parental-adjacent person in their lives. That's an honest hope, they're good kids (tho', i think the youngest of that lot is a whole-ass adult now. How time flies).

What sports do you play/did you play?

Zilch, nada, none. Not very sporty, me. i tried a couple when i was a real wee squirrel, but none of them really stuck. i do like biking around and walking, so i'm not completely inactive.

Do you use Sarcasm?

Not as much as i used to, honestly. i've made an effort to get out of the habit. Partly because it doesn't really track well in Japanese, and partly because i think Whedon-esque/mst3k-style 90's snark is a bane. i'm well tired of social masks, and happy to be quit of them (medical masks, tho', those are great).

First thing you notice about people?

Fashion and ink, how they hold their bodies. My aversion to looking at people's faces has only gotten worse as i've gotten older.

Do you have any talents?

i was a dab hand at embalming way back in the day, and i can still walk through all the steps in my head.

Scary Movies or Happy Endings?

Or, hear me out, scary movies wiv happy endings. i'm not against a total party wipe, and can appreciate them when they're done well. But i do like it when we can over come the metaphorical horrors, it happens so seldom in meatspace, you know? Also, i am morally obligated to mention here that the 1988 version of The Blob is one of the best movies ever, and is both scary and has a happy ending.

Where were you born?

i'm adopted, so i couldn't tell you wiv any real granularity. Blacksburg Virginia, US is as close as i can get you. Not a big city, tho', can't be that many hospitals. Unless i was born in a ditch. i'd honestly like it if i were a ditchwater baby.

What are your hobbies?

Creating in LittleBigPlanet (full series); wiv the official servers for 3 being down i've gone back to 1 & 2 to see how well i can do in those Create Modes; it's been fun. Trying to work up the courage to jailbreak my ps3 to get on the private servers, but fucking up my console or account isn't an expense i can really afford at the mo.

Do you have any pets?

i have a rat skeleton named Sydney who i rescued from a school i was demolishing (as part of a job, mind you. i didn't just rock up to some random school and start wailing away wiv a crowbar). i love her dearly, and have only fed her blood the couple of times.

How tall are you?

Oh! i just had a medical checkup, so i know this one; i am officially 178cm and some change.

What was your favourite subject in school?

Forensic Science in uni. We got to handle bones. i got to read through Spitz & Fisher's Medicolegal Investigation of Death. My prof had an entirely healthy fascination wiv kaiju (this was prior to coming to Japan, and in the 90's, so a bit more unusual than if i'd gone to school here).

Dream Job?

Embalming. Or at least something involving corpses. i get the dead way better than i get the living. And no corpse has ever called me fag (pejorative).

Who to tag, who to tag. Hrmm @soupum & @jacechaotic , but only to the extent you want to answer any of this, of course!

#risuko talks squirrel

11 notes · View notes

champagneprblms · 7 months

Text

open starter :: @thebridgestarters

"excuse me, do you work here?" elle asked the nearest person as she looked through the rack of clothing in the store. she was trying to get more going out clothes. a lot of her outfits were more professional due to her being a lawyer here. she'd worked hard to build up her reputation in sydney as a lawyer, and though she continued to rock pink outfits, they weren't stylish enough to go to different clubs in. she didn't have to compromise her social life due to her job, but she did feel the need to have seperate wardrobes for different occasions.

"i was just wondering if you knew if they have this in pink? it's cute, but orange isn't really my color. i'd even settle for red if they have that. but not solid orange." she wouldn't be caught dead wearing a plain orange dress. she had been a fashion merchandise major before going to harvard, so she knew her color palette.

#৲ ° .　 !! 　ELLE WOODS ; THEY WOULDN'T SHAKE THEIR HEADS AND QUESTION HOW MUCH OF THIS I DESERVE.#thebridge: open #open to whatever #they can either actually work there or be another shopper!

11 notes · View notes

yuri-for-businesswomen · 5 months

Note

?? why does that person think most models are sex workers. i know 1 actual model, and 3 clothes models and they aren’t sex workers wtf.

literally what job can a woman do without someone suspecting she must be having sex for pay to supplement it 🤢

yeah i thought that was a weird thing to say but i didnt want to dismiss the conversation it brought up about possible links.

one thing i can think off for example is women trying to get into acting and modelling being groomed into soft and even hardcore porn under false pretense (casting calls that dont state its porn) or because its the only paying job they get. many young and naive women move to LA to become actresses, for example, and i could imagine pimps and porn producers knowing and using that.

i also recently made a post about how soft porn scenes have become standard even in shows targeted to teens. did you know for example that chloe cherry was cast for euphoria season 2 by sam levinson after making a porn parody of season 1? she entered the porn industry at 18 because she was „bored“ (her words). i dont want to know how many young euphoria fans look up to her and want to be like her.

then of course there is the rampant sexual abuse in the entertainment and fashion industry - photographers and producers pushing women to do uncomfortably sexual or nude shoots and scenes is one thing, sexual assault the other. the latter is an issue with every industry with men in power (so, every industry) but sexual nudity/sexuality can be a part of the job in some areas too. there is some overlap.

some women might do both too, their fashion or entertainment gigs dont pay enough so they do porn or prostitution „on the side“. but then they are both an aspiring model/singer/actress and a woman doing porn/being prostituted. doesnt mean its the same thing. i think one key difference is that one is their passion and the other is out of desperation and they would stop as soon as they get big. chloe cherry is not doing porn anymore since she became an actress/influencer, for example.

but claiming that high fashion and commercial models are usually also in the sex industry is misleading and not useful. an h&m model has no inherent connection to the sex industry. and lingerie ads are not sex, theyre just sexy. if you know what i mean. huge difference if actual sex is involved (including masturbation) or not. to stay with euphoria, sydney sweeney did some pretty heavy and pornographic sex scenes in the show, but that doesnt mean she is a woman doing porn/a „sex worker“. this only proves how useless that term is if everyone from modelling lingerie to being penetrated by strangers several times a day is apparently doing „sex work“.

i have seen nude shoots being used as a grooming tool, leading to kink/fetish/bondage shoots, which lowers inhibition to do actual porn. this is something we should keep an eye on. but its not a necessary connection. for some reason (i know why) germanys next topmodel (popular show) is forcing its contestants to do a nude shoot every fucking season even if the girls cry. does that mean they are part of the sex industry now? no. but that doesnt mean its not abusive or exploitative.

#ask #mine #rambling #culture

9 notes · View notes