#the space in between

[memorabi1ia]

gettin' killed in music videos since 1989

#gotta be one of my favorite genres #how is he gonna die next? #music #nin #music video #htda #music videos #trent reznor #how to destroy angels #nine inch nails #hologram parade #down in it #pretty hate machine #year zero #survivalism #the space in between

[sirenyizuo]

the space in between; jennie ruby jane

actress!reader x idol!jennie

jennie knows that privacy isn’t something easily rewarded to those loved by many. y/n knows that with fame always comes with a price. finding love in the spotlight isn’t easy, but they just might be perfect for each other.

tw: implied sexual content

word count: 1261

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cool air twisted around the tall trees surrounding the bleak, gray building in front of jennie. if someone told her that the flashes from the cameras played a part in feeling like everything around her was twisting as well, she wouldn’t doubt it. the red eye flights to make all of their comeback stages that had been so unfortunately scattered amongst their tour dates weren’t exactly kind to her. a gentle touch to the small of her back was the only thing that commanded her attention more than the constant clicking and snapping coming from the media pit directly in front of her. turning quickly, she was faced with a soft smile coming from a taller, blonder woman.

“you okay?” rosé chirped, placing jennie’s left hand into one of her own. they locked eyes, and the trembling in the other girl’s fingers was an answer enough to rosé. jennie leaned into the gentle touch and rested her head on rosé’s shoulder. she could hear the clicks of the cameras increase. her eyes smiled as she giggled to herself, ‘the blinks will love it’, she thought.

these moments were the ones she held onto when things got hard. on the outside, things were perfect; worldwide it girl, chanel’s princess, goddess of the online world - what more could she ask for? she couldn’t lie, the attention felt amazing. for a while, of course. after “the idol” debuted, it felt like the slut-shaming hate train had returned in full force. god forbid a girl wants to expand her horizons.

she could remember the comments after the first two episodes premiered at sundance like it was yesterday. it was baffling how cruel people could be when their words were coming through a screen - whore, slut, and bitch had become the common tongue once again. the late night talks with lisa became more frequent, the two of them joking to help jennie cope. she found herself thinking, ‘they could at least be more creative.’ the ‘lazy jennie’ jokes were completely overdone - questioning the validity of her health issues was one of her anti’s most favorite activities.

her manager’s voice broke her train of thought as she beckoned her into the SBS building. turning her back, she heard the clicking come to a roar once again.

after exchanging her usual pleasantries with the music show staff, jennie made her way towards their dressing room. a familiar sight that meant at least an hour of peace and quiet while her makeup artist and hairdresser created the cool girl persona the public had grown to know her by oh so well. she could feel her shoulders drop back down and her headache start to clear at the thought of it. rushing to put her bag down, she grabbed her purse and phone and made her way to the restroom a couple paces down the hall.

her boots clinked sharply against the linoleum tile as she stationed herself in front of the mirror. sitting her things down, she turned the cold water on full blast. gathering the liquid into her hands, she splashed it across her cheeks and forehead; finally - relief. she sighed, her eyes resting shut. she almost felt a smile reach her face until the sound of a door opening shattered her bubble of tranquility. she jumped up slightly, an anxious habit. she felt some of her worry ease when a soft voice breached the silence,

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t know anyone else was in here,” the stranger across from her grinned softly, her eyes apologetic.

“it’s alright, i mean, i don’t own the bathroom.” jennie mused, a flush lighting up her face.

the two women shared a laugh that fell into only a somewhat awkward silence. jennie watched shyly through the mirror as the other woman leaned over the marble to wash her hands. her eyes darted away as soon as the other women straightened up to walk towards the hand dryer. she left jennie with a small wave as she exited the bathroom. jennie felt her breath force its way out of her mouth. ‘what about that interaction was so nerve racking?’ her thoughts were racing, her heart was pounding. she quickly wrapped up what was supposed to be a moment for relaxation and timidly walked back to the dressing room.

something about her demeanor immediately peaked the interest of jisoo. “jennie-ah, what’s on your mind?”

“nothing much, just a little jet lagged.” she knew she wasn’t the best liar, but how could she explain how she was feeling when she wasn’t even sure herself.

she could tell jisoo knew it was a lie. however, she knew that when jennie felt ready, she would come to her to talk. sending a sympathetic smile jennie’s way, jisoo set her attention back to her phone.

jennie finally sat down and let her team get to work. usually this silence was comforting, a moment for her brain to rest. today, however, her thoughts wouldn’t stop racing about the woman she’d only seen so briefly. she could even recall the scent of musky bergamot in the air from her perfume as she walked past. the way her skin reflected when the fluorescent lights connected to her. was she a staff member? had they just not met before? surely she would remember.

jennie had a penchant for getting to know the beautiful women she crossed paths with. this time was different, though. the meetings usually occurred somewhere dark, loud, sweaty or sleazy. she’d find two hands wrapping around her waist, feel warm breath touch the back of her neck, enticing her to a bathroom just off the dance floor. she couldn’t lie, there were times she would indulge. it’s hard to resist letting yourself enjoy something so tempting, so fully. all those girls felt the same, though. it was meaningless, fleeting and done for the cause of chasing a high she couldn’t reach. never once had she felt nervous.

had she just been taken off guard in a private moment? or was this something more? she didn’t give herself a chance to ponder on something as trivial as actually wanting to engage further with someone. emotions weren’t practical with a life like hers. she pushed the heart flutter aside and shut her eyes tight. she was on stage in less than a hour, she had a job to do.

as her hairstylist curled the last strand of hair, she smelled the familiar scent of berry hair spray - her quiet time has concluded, it’s time to get back to work.

she followed closely behind her three band-sisters and worked her way onto her place onstage. sauntering, her eyes low in a seductive gaze. this was where she was born to be, nothing could take her out of her zone now.

the show returned from commercial and the spotlights went up on the MC’s once again. she smiled, knowing the familiar sound of, “welcome, blackpink!” was about to ring in her ears once again. what she didn’t expect was the words coming from a honeyed voice she had heard not so far in the past. her heart dropped in her stomach.

“hello, it’s y/n l/n bringing you back to SBS Inkigayo; please welcome, blackpink!”

the crowd roared at the sight of the princess of korea’s acting scene and jennie realized why the stranger from the bathroom was so captivating.

the pink venom intro began to seep from the speakers, and jennie felt her heart drop into her stomach.

like she thought before, feelings don’t work in a job like hers.

#jennie ruby jane #blackpink #blackpink imagines #jennie #jennie kim #wlw #the space in between #jennie kim imagines #jennie imagines #blackpink scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop wlw

[metamorphesque]

Mountain & Moon, Kim Whanki

Audio Commentary by Kim Namjoon Transcription

In the 1930s, Kim Whanki studied in Japan, where he worked and became close with many Japanese avant-garde artists. After establishing himself as one of Korea’s first abstract artists, Kim began incorporating elements of traditional Korean culture into his paintings, starting in the late 1940s. He produced many works featuring modernized expressions of popular motifs from the Joseon period, such as mountains, plum blossoms, and white porcelains, especially moon jars.

In 1956, three years after the Korean War, Kim moved to Paris, where he stayed for three years. In France, even though he was immersed in the new trends of Art Informel and Nouveau Réalisme, he continued to develop his own unique style.

It was in Paris that Kim painted Mountain and Moon, which captures a theme that was very dear to his heart: the natural landscape of Korea. The work combines both figurative and abstract characteristics, with an accumulation of geometric shapes and lines forming a discernible image of mountains and the moon. In the upper part of the canvas, thick brushstrokes represent mountain ridges, while the lower half of the painting is dominated by a round full moon. The white color of the moon is evocative of Joseon moon jars, but the overall tone of the painting is blue, the color that became increasingly prominent in Kim’s palette as his career progressed.

#Kim Whanki #mountain & moon #art #paintings #blues #korean art #the space in between #the modern in korean art #art history #history #lacmamuseum #lacma #rm #kim namjoon #bts #rm audio commentary #rm narrations #moon

[thisischaosmagicmoogle]

How To Destroy Angels - The Space in Between (Official Video) {HD 1080p}

#how to destroy angels #the space in between #<3

[remy-the-rat-official]

Not to sound like a one man corporation on pride month, but as I'm being oh so generous and trying to get this book published during pride month, could I ask some lgbtq people to maybee consider purchasing a very gay poetry book, because I am gay, broke and bad at advertising-

All can be found on the Lulu bookstore, under the titles

-Loving in Grey

- The Space In-Between

And shortly

-Directional

#okay to reblog #poetry #writing #new author #poetry book #new book #queer #disabled writer #lgbtq+ #please buy my books #I'm so broke #and its pride month #actually every cishet amatonormative person has to legally buy my book or else homophobia #directional #the space in between #loving in grey #gay poetry books #gay poetry #support gay artists #support queers in pride month #pride #pride month

[whatevertheweather]

So! One year and one day ago, I started posting The Space In Between, and I am emotional about it. Pretty much always, but in particular now, thinking about that date. I just????? I cry.

So I spent roughly 100% of yesterday in a TSIB stupor, during which I engaged in such activities as: laying in a puddle of blankets and emotion, listening to the playlist while my heart got too big for my chest, and staring at these beautiful pieces of art and sinking under that kind of nostalgia that’s so lovely it sort of hurts. (And don’t be fooled by that being the last in the list; I devoted substantial time to that particular activity.) (Sometimes I even mixed it up and did all three of those things at once.)

I could go on, but I would probably go on forever because I feel so much about this and this fandom and everyone who has read this and everyone I have met here and, and, and! And I have to reel it back a little. Here we are right now because I’ve been planning to post some deleted TSIB scenes for ages, and this is the proper occasion. So, please enjoy this Several Sundered Space (in between) Sentences Sunday. Or something.

More or less in the order they would have appeared:

He glances at Penny to see her looking imploringly back at him, and it takes him a moment to realize it’s nothing to do with Basil and everything to do with Gareth, who’s still gibbering about the week he spent in Majorca. Simon shrugs, and Penny glares at him before turning back to Gareth.

“That’s great!” she yells at him mid-sentence, with all the subtlety of a car alarm. “Really...very cool. Simon and I were just going to…”

“Do drugs,” Simon offers.

“Do drugs,” Penny parrots. “So—”

“Oh, I’ve got—”

“Bye!” Penny yells again.

××

“Dev was probably trying to do it for you, in his own fucked up way,” Simon says.

“Have you ever met Dev?” Baz asks.

“Never seen the man in my life.”

“Then shut the fuck up.”

“Aye, that’s fair,” Simon nods. “You can shut the fuck up about my intelligence too, then.”

A brief silence, and then, “Because I’ve never seen it in my life?”

“That’s not shutting the fuck up,” Simon points a stern finger at him, and Baz snorts.

××

“It doesn’t matter. We have to fix whatever it is we did wrong the first time around.”

“The original sin,” Simon nods, and Baz gives him a withering look.

××

If he’s honest with himself, the three minute rebuttal Baz made in one of dozens of forty-five minute lectures was not all that humiliating. It was galling, and uncalled for, but it wasn’t in and of itself that memorable. It didn’t warrant stewing on a reply, it didn’t warrant spending half of every class thereafter staring at Baz. It’s Baz that’s memorable.

××

“Alright, here’s one: we’re both in the coma ward. Stuck us in the same room ‘cause we both died at this stupid fucking party.”

Baz snorts. “It still doesn’t explain why we would be experiencing this together.”

Simon holds up a finger and says, “Proximity. Which we needed to facilitate—” he puts up a second finger “—the connection of our brainwaves.”

“Our brainwaves,” Baz repeats.

“Yeah. Like, we’re on the same wavelength. Our brains both operate on the same fuck-up frequency.”

“So it would seem,” Baz hums thoughtfully. “And the people disappearing? That doesn’t bode well for our recovery.”

“That doesn’t bode well no matter what the theory is, Baz. Maybe we’ll just wake up one of these days when they poke our feet with those pin things.”

“I don’t think they do that to coma patients.”

×× 

“Dunno. I reckon life’s all of that at once.” He glances up at Baz, gives him a crooked smile. “Maybe we’ll be fine now, yeah? This was all about learning the meaning of life, and we’ve figured it out.”

“What, that it’s a meaningless shitshow?”

“Yeah.”

Baz laughs. “I already knew that.”

Now...there’s quite a bit more to be shared from the last chapter, except it’s all quite sad because that chapter was much more tragic in its earlier drafts. It always ended the same, but we initially had roughly three times the angst in the first half, and since this isn’t Super Sad Sentence Sunday, I’m only going to share these tiny snippets:

His thumbs are moving over sharp cheekbones, his sore throat still moving over meaningless words. “—you’re just taking the car out of the equation, aren’t you? Don’t need a car when you can kill me with this shit, Baz, you fucking — I’ve aged ten years in the last ten minutes, it’s fucked up — I’ve got grey hair now because of you, you’re not even gonna like me anymore—”

×× 

“—look at this, the whole room is hardwood and you throw up on the rug like a fucking cat—”

××

“Shut up,” Baz moans.

“Telling someone to stop talking doesn’t count as talking, Baz, so—”

“I don’t want to talk to you,” Baz mumbles. Simon lets it sit in him for a moment, and then he breathes it out.

“You do,” he says. He holds back the “you told me” and instead says, “You tripped me in the hall that time, remember? I think we should talk about that.”

“Fuck off.”

And one final bonus:

Simon knows his face is doing all those things Baz accuses it of doing (hiding absolutely nothing, expressing absolutely everything—being, in general, the antithesis of a poker face), but he doesn’t much care. Baz isn’t entirely right anyway (he never saw him around Davy), but most days, Simon sees no point in keeping his eyebrows from tugging together in expression of what the fuck do you want to people who need to tell him what the fuck they want.

This last was actually cut from the other activity of my day: filling every spare moment between aforementioned stupors by working on the piece of bonus content I began writing shortly after I finished posting TSIB in the first place.

It is still not done, but I made some good progress, and I am cautiously hopeful that it might be ready on the anniversary of finishing posting TSIB. In the meantime, I’m sorry this post is so fucking long, I love you all, happy Sunday, I hope each one of you wear your favorite sweater or see a cute dog or a precious cat or a funky squirrel or hear your favorite sound or remember that one time that other person said that stupid funny thing and you laugh and/or smile and/or feel okay, okay? Okay.

Tags: (starting with those linked artists because y’all are still killin me with those one year later) @cutestkilla @artsyunderstudy (and now betas because ::sob::) @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @fatalfangirl @moodandmist (honorary beta, thank you for putting up with me) (okay I’m going to stop making notes and just tag people) @mostlymaudlin @captain-aralias @martsonmars @facewithoutheart @sillyunicorn @whogaveyoupermission @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @aristocratic-otter @ionlydrinkhotwater @confused-bi-queer @basiltonbutliketheherb @bookish-bogwitch @urban-sith

#I have big feelings #so big post #sorry #I kept it as short as I could #there was a lot more I could have put in here #sacrifices were made #my writing #six sentence sunday #the space in between

[breezypunk]

Automatic Love / The Space In Between

Vaughn visits clouds, actually agrees with Johnny for once, gets the fifth degree from Judy, and has an unpleasant encounter with Fingers all in one day. One thing is for certain, this boy needs a 10 year nap.

 Things get dicey.

What a mess. Can you ever control your emotions, Vaughn?

Pt. 2 of my console photostories series. I enjoyed this one :3 

If you haven’t seen my first photostory from the series, The Heist, give it a look see!

#Cyberpunk 2077 #Console Photostory Series #PS5 #Automatic Love #The Space In Between #oc: Vaughn Leblanc #Johnny Silverhand #Judy Alvarez #Fingers #I can't link the heist one cos this dumb format I'm using so I can upload more than 30 pics -.- #Eat my a$$ tumbles #Anyways! I'm having so much fun with this :D #Next is Down On The Street UWU #my screenshots

[squirrelwithatophat]

Extremely difficult dialogue choice...

Punk: Are you a whore?

V: Yes [Alternatively] V: No, but you are

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cp 2077 #v #the space in between #ripperdoc

[daveydoodle]

Watch "Jan Blomqvist - The Space In Between (Ben Böhmer Remix)" on YouTube

❤️ 🎶 NowPlaying on Spotify 🎶 ❤️

#music #jan blomqvist #the space in between #spotify #google nest #thank you google #Youtube

[penrosereads]

“He looked at the stars again, and he realized that it’s not the stars that create light, but rather light that creates the stars. ‘Everything is made of light,’ he said, ‘and the space in-between isn’t empty.’”

#the four agreements #don miguel ruiz #book quotes #bookblr #self help #spirituality #stars #light #the space in between #empty #emptiness

[captainhancock727]

Jan Blomqvist - The Space In Between

#music video #jan blomqvist #The Space In Between #audio #music electronic #Youtube

[maliciouscigarette]

Art by giganticbuddha (here's their ko-fi)

#okay but mirrors are dark magic man #the darkest of dark #terry pratchett got it right #if you stand between two mirrors they amplify you to infinity #but you also get stuck in the endless space between #esme weatherwax is a core memory #196 #r196 #rule #ruleposting #chainsaw man #anime shitposting #anime memes #/r/196 #r/196 #apartmentofawesome #two idiots one braincell #actually #two idiots no braincell #aki x suffering

[pixelpolls]

Vamps vs Werewolfs like its 2010!

#No in-betweens #Vampire #Vamposting #vampcore #Werewolf #Werewolves #Werewoofs #Twilight #Polls #Poll #tumblr polls #Polls on tumblr #Honestly they're so opposed in nature that it's pretty easy to choose #Werewolves are more open-space outdoors and fluffy with a pack mentality while being massive and can go out in the sun #And Vampires are reclusive shut-ins who live away from society in their manors while having the public appearance of Victorian goth twinks

[metamorphesque]

Priestess, Kwon Jinkyu

Audio Commentary by Kim Namjoon Transcription

With his highly unique style and distinct expressions of the human form, Kwon Jinkyu stood apart from his contemporaries in Korean modern sculpture. After studying sculpture in Japan, Kwon returned to Korea in 1959. At that time, most Korean sculptors were pursuing abstract sculpture, strongly influenced by the new styles and techniques that had recently been introduced from the West. Resisting this trend, Kwon continued to create his distinctive figurative sculptures, seeking to “redefine realism in Korea” in his own way.

Kwon produced many busts of women, including Priestess, which depicts a female Buddhist monk in meditation. The rough form of the upper body and the shaven head serve to direct the viewer’s attention to the face, where the monk’s calm facial expression exudes a sense of serenity and mindfulness.

In the 1960s, while most Korean modern sculptors were starting to work with metal, Kwon continued to use the unconventional materials of terra cotta and lacquer. To create Priestess, he used a special lacquer technique called geonchil, in which hemp cloths soaked in lacquer were attached to a plaster mold to create a hardened form. For an even rougher texture, he mixed the liquid adhesive with a powder made from crushed roof tiles. The unfinished look and grayish color give Priestess a somewhat primal appearance, reinforcing the spirituality that the piece emanates. Kwon spent countless hours developing this laborious process because it produced forms that were relatively light yet very durable. Even so, his works received little public attention during his lifetime. Tragically, in 1973 he committed suicide in his studio in Seoul, leaving a note that read: “Life is emptiness and annihilation.”

#korean art #kwon jinkyu #priestess #sculptures #realism #the space in between #the modern in korean art #lacma #lacmamuseum #history #art history #rm audio commentary #rm narrations #rm #kim namjoon #bts #art

[thisischaosmagicmoogle]

ludoWic vs How To Destroy Angels (The Space In Between)

#how to destroy angels #the space in between #nin #nine inch nails #trevor reznor #ludowic

[remy-the-rat-official]

The poem 'Heatwave' from my book The Space In-Between.

#okay to reblog #new author #poetry #poetry book #writing #new book #indie author #disabled author #queer #wlw #nblw #nblnb #genderqueer #heatwave #autistic #actually autistic #autistic author #writer #the space in between