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bobbie-robron · 1 month
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See, I told you. Nothing but a nice couples dinner, good food, shooting the breeze.
Shooting the breeze?
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26-Mar-2019
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samimarkart · 2 months
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Follow The Leader (Ant Spiral)
block printed denim, cotton batting, thread, and gifted fabric backing
thinking about natural phenomena, repetition from a single block carving, adaptive and maladaptive behaviors, and dreams from years back where my blankets turned into swarms of insects
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internetiquette · 2 months
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Mill ruins from 1786
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The Iranian Regime is going to execute rapper Toomaj Salehi for supporting protests of Jina Amini’s murder by the regime in his songs.
Iranian activist Elica Le Bon says, “Iranians in the diaspora picked up on the fact that the regime tends not to execute people who become known to the international community. We have seen many examples of prisoners that were either released on bail or had their sentences commuted through our “say their names to save their lives” campaign on social media, using hashtags to garner attention for their causes, and even before social media existed, through getting the stories of political prisoners to international media outlets. Once reported on, and once the eyes shift to the regime and the reality of its pending brutality, realizing that the action is not worth the repercussions, we have seen them back down and not execute. For that reason, this is part of an urgent campaign for readers to talk about Toomaj as much as you can, using the hashtag #FreeToomaj or #ToomajSalehi. Every comment makes a difference, and if we were wrong, what did we lose by trying?”
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baldurspeen69420 · 8 months
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Tav: Thank you for trusting me with your vampirism, Astarion. I'm going to help you and make sure Cazador can't take you back no matter what :))
Astarion: "aw you're so sweet haha" (what a stupid fucking asshole, it's going to be so easy to manipulate this dumbass, I got this shit in the bag)
Astarion, a week later in his romance progression, staring at the ceiling of his tent: O h N o
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anglerflsh · 1 year
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"people didn't get canceled before these sjw" Dante put all the people he disliked in literal hell
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robsheridan · 2 months
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Hard to believe Nine Inch Nails' classic The Downward Spiral is 30 years old today! Here is some detail photography I took of the original album cover painting by Russell Mills for the 10th anniversary deluxe edition release, which I had the unique honor of designing, and somehow that is now 20 year old.
Everyone has that one album that hit at just the right moment of adolescence to change their perspective on music and get them through their teenage angst. The Downward Spiral was that album for me, released as it was in 1994, when I was a freshman in high school (and an absolute banner year for music/films/games all around). I must have stared at the artwork for hours over those years, without even much detail to draw from on its tiny 5” CD slip case. So five years later, when I found myself inexplicably working for Nine Inch Nails, it was surreal to see the actual original painting in the flesh, hanging as it was at the time in Trent Reznor’s office at Nothing Studios, New Orleans.
I was struck by how much dimension and texture there was in the artwork that never translated on that tiny slipcase printing, how much detail was happening in the physical materials of the art: Flies, moths, wires, blood… I had been staring at this “painting” for so long, yet suddenly it was like I had never seen it before. I also noticed that it had aged - the wires had wilted over the years, drooping down from their original position as captured in the original album cover (interestingly, judging by the photo posted today by NIN, the piece has since been restored); a tooth was missing from the other main piece.
That experience stuck with me and it was the first thing I thought about when the task of re-imagining the album package fell upon me in 2004. I wanted to re-photograph the artwork, subtly updating the cover to show that ten years had changed it physically, much like our perceptions of art and music and memories change over time with perspective. I also wanted to dig into the previously unseen details of the work and explore it with my macro lens, so that fans like me, old and new, could have new layers of texture to pore over for hours while listening to a legendary album.
Happy birthday, old friend.
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fuckyeahgoodomens · 2 months
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Good Omens won the THE 13TH BRITISH FILM DESIGNERS GUILD PRODUCTION DESIGN Award in the BEST PRODUCTION DESIGN - THE PLANET POSITIVE AWARD! :) WAHOO!❤
"Built in just 4 days without traditional materials, the set highlighted cardboard's aestethic appeal and potential to revolutionize film and television set design, emphasizin its cost-effectiveness, minimal environmental impact, and recyclability."
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Bts photos from the making of the 1941 Soho :)
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mdemn · 2 months
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someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of it.
rien ne va plus - margarita karapanou / ghost, zero, suitcase, and the moon - richard siken, beginners (2010) dir. mike mills, glue - richard siken, beginners (2010) dir. mike mills, the absolutely true story of a part-time indian - sherman alexie, tumblr user lalallorona, fuck it i love you - lana del rey, the worm king’s lullaby - richard siken
buy me a coffee? <3
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alejundra · 22 days
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bobbie-robron · 12 days
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What if… what if I’m not good enough.
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17-Apr-2019
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Friendly reminder that Lana fucking improvised this scene (Regina sitting on Emma's desk) and what we see here is JMo's real reaction, not Emma's 😌
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honeyrolls · 4 months
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Shortcake / Mille-Feuille / Tart
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WENT INTO A STARDEW FUGUE STATE LADS ITS FOUR THIRTY AM MY SLEEP SCHEDULE IS FUCKED GOOD NIGHT
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too-deviant · 2 months
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mdni 🃏
thinking about luke as your mom’s friend’s son who only comes over when your parents hang out…yk the one….anyway here’s a shitty drabble
being all awkward smiles and painful small talk for the first hour of whatever family event your parents had dragged you to this time.
indulging in more than a few cocktails that your older cousins snuck to each of you from the bar.
(the dodgy bar in the dodgy events building that had been hired out for whatever birthday party/baby shower/bat mitzvah was happening. you didn’t really care all that much, anyway.)
the liquid courage fuelling the conversation, pulling up old memories you had buried and bubbling over the giggles you shared as you drank in the corner.
getting progressively tipsy, sharing secret smirks when your mom passed a comment about how “it was as if you two had never been apart!”
luke’s hand in yours — older, mature, callused; so different from how they used to feel when you were kids, although those memories were fading, being replaced with something much more carnal. something you were less likely to share over a cocktail at a family party.
sneaking away from the crowds — easy enough, everyone was drunk.
cutting through hallways, passing the drunkards who lingered outside of the chaos. they were smoking, arguing on the phone, waiting for a cab, looking for the bathroom. you?
you were being pressed against the wall of an empty stairwell, gasping quietly at luke’s mouth on yours. his hands on your waist, then your back, your arms, the sides of your neck. everywhere he’d been thinking about touching since he knew what touching meant.
and you were the same. fingers under his blazer, dipping into his waistband for a teasing second before returning to the outside world — but he noticed. how could he not? the firm pull of your body against his was response enough, his right hand coming down to hitch your leg around his hip.
your crotches burned with desire, rubbing against each other with every small movement of your bodies. aching for more whenever you paused for just a second because you thought you could hear someone passing the bottom of the stairs a few feet below you. all they would have to do is ascend the first set, and they’d spot you there. but neither of you cared.
luke inching a hand up your dress, dipping his fingers beneath your panties and huffing into your ear when your wetness coated them after one stroke. your own hand, fiddling with his belt and making sure nobody heard the clanging of the buckle as you undid it with fervour, eagerly searching for his cock once you could stick your hand in there to your wrist comfortably.
moaning in each-other’s ears. grinding on each-other’s hands. sucking in deep gulps of air whenever you got too loud, whenever the slurring speech of an uncle you’d never met faded in, and then out of shot.
luke cumming in his underwear, your hips spitting and sputtering against his palm only moments later.
cleaning yourselves up, catching your parents at the bottom of the stairs just as they passed by in search of you. sharing a look.
in the years you’d known him, you’d never exchanged socials. you didn’t need to. you just hoped he would be at the next family function.
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hellenhighwater · 3 months
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I upgraded my fold down hammock table so now I can keep watching Dropout but it's slightly better
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