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kply-industries · 28 days
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Things are rough in the sepia filter district.
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actuallygod · 6 months
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maybe an adam parrish mood board for today? mood board today queen? would you like a moodboard?
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Parsi lady from India
British vintage postcard
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Lady Gaga's look is inspired by these photos taken by Cecil Beaton of Marisa Berenson dressed as Marchesa Louisa Casati for Vogue US' "Remembrance of Things Proust" in January 1972.
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p5x-theories · 5 months
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Arcana Predictions Of The Phantom X, updated version!
To celebrate how close the third beta is to releasing, and to generally revise the list anyway.
Wonder Thieves: Wonder -/- The Fool, Cattle -/- Aeon or Magician, Closer -/- Chariot, Soy -/- Emperor.
Phantom Idols: Kotomo -/- Lovers, Yuki -/- The Star, Rin -/- Sun, Seiji -/- Strength, Mont -/- Hanged, Kii -/- Moon or Hermit, Leo -/- The Star, Okyann -/- High Priestess, Hierophant, Temperance, Star, or Judgement, Bui -/- Hermit or Sun, Riddle -/- Tower, Sepia -/- Emperor, Puppet -/- Empress.
Others/Non-Idol Confidants: Merope -/- Magician, Ena Kageyama -/- Hierophant, Kumi Katayama -/- Temperance, Riko Tanemura -/- High Priestess.
Palace Rulers (Inverted): Takeyuki Kiuchi -/- Lovers, Hiromu Miyazawa -/- Hierophant.
Oh, fun! Definitely good to come back to the arcana every so often as we get more information.
Not to single out one specifically, but Hanged Man is an interesting one for Mont! I think I see where you’re coming from with it, but I wouldn’t have expected it, either. I think Puppet strikes me as more of a High Priestess than an Empress, so I might swap her and Okyann’s? Then again, it doesn’t seem like you’ve worried too much about overlap with these, so I suppose I might be going a step too far, heh. Overall these are some fun ones, though!
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cthulhu-with-a-fez · 1 year
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yoooo I remember reading varjak paw as a kid. I honestly don't remember much about it other than his like spinning(?) cat fighting technique (???)
HE SUPER DID HAVE THAT, god, slow time moving circles shadow walking has been stuck in my head literally since elementary school, the VIBES of that whole book were absolutely impeccable
i remember being scared shitless by the Gentleman's pair of black not!cats and just absolutely hit by a truck about the
"I Am Very Well Thank You Please"
'stuffed toys' reveal, the ILLUSTRATIONS just. WHOO. OKAY. i feel absolutely zero compunctions putting this one up there on the "short stories you read that alter your brain chemistry" shelf tbqh
apparently there was a second one, which i didn't know about until i tripped over it at a library book sale and you bet your ass it came home with me, i still haven't read it yet but like. [long string of eyes emojis]
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ourladyofomega · 9 months
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my-painter-life · 2 years
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boxcarwild · 2 years
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Sons Of The Silent Age. Part Two.
1) Joan Morgan (1905-2004) was the daughter of film director Sidney Morgan. She became a leading star of the 1920s after appearing in a number of her father’s films. Her acting career was ended by the arrival of sound film in 1929 and she switched to writing, working on a number of screenplays in the 1930s. She wrote novels under her own name and through using the pen-names Iris North and Joan Wentworth Wood.
2) Walter Summers (1892-1973) was known for his quasi-documentary WW1 epics, his vicious temper and his predeliction for persuading young hopefuls to strip naked during screen tests. His 1927 film The Battles Of Coronel And Falkland Islands was apparently so suspenseful that, during a screening at Balmoral Castle, it caused the Duchess Of York to wet herself.
3) Alma Taylor (1895-1974) appeared in more than 150 film roles, such as Shadow of Egypt which was shot on location in Egypt in 1924. In 1915, she was voted the most popular British performer by readers of Pictures and the Picturegoers, comfortably beating Charlie Chaplin into second place. She acted only occasionally after 1932, appearing in films such as Blue Murder at St Trinian's and A Night to Remember during the 1950s.
4) Cora Goffin (1902-2004) was an actress on the London stage. She acted in two silent films, during which she leapt from a moving horse and threw herself beneath a moving car in Paris. There were reports that she had her legs insured for £20,000 with Lloyd's of London. Goffin married theatre manager Emile Littler in 1933. She became Lady Littler when Emile was knighted in 1974.
5) Henry Edwards (1882-1952) was an English actor and film director. He appeared in 81 films between 1915 and 1952. He also directed 67 films between 1915 and 1937. Edwards was married to actress Chrissie White, who appeared in 20 of his films. 
6) Sydney Fairbrother (1873-1941) came to the screen in 1915 in a film called Iron Justice, and chiefly appeared in comedy roles. Fairbrother had a pet white rat that would sit on her belt all day, quite motionless.
7) Ivy Duke (1896-1937) starred in the 1920 hit film The Lure of Crooning Water. She drank herself to death after her career took a downward turn.
8) Lady Tree (1863-1937) was the wife of the actor Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, founder of the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art. She was most celebrated for her work in comedy, featuring in the original stage cast of Oscar Wilde’s A Woman of No Importance.
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internatlvelvet · 3 months
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Loretta Young and Janet Gaynor
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omgthatdress · 5 months
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Sometimes, the line between "drag artist" and "performer who is queer" becomes incredibly blurry and hard to define.
One of the most famous queer artists of the Harlem renaissance was Gladys Bentley, who was openly a lesbian and who wore men's clothing as a part of her stage persona.
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Bentley sometimes used the term "male impersonator" as a way of being able to wear masculine attire on stage, but she was never fully pretending to be male. She was always being herself.
A virtuouso piano player, she was called "America's Greatest Sepia Piano Player" and the "Brown Bomber of Sophisticated Songs" She headlined at places like Cotton Club and the Ubangi Club, and always drew in massive crowds.
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Described by Langston Hughes, "For two or three amazing years, Miss Bentley sat, and played piano all night long … with scarcely a break between the notes, sliding from one song to another, with a powerful and continuous underbeat of jungle rhythm. Miss Bentley was an amazing exhibition of musical energy – a large, dark, masculine lady, whose feet pounded the floor while her fingers pounded the keyboard – a perfect piece of African sculpture, animated by her own rhythm."
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Gladys Bentley was far from being the only queer woman blues singer of the day. Lucille Bogan, Bessie Smith and Ma Rainey also had sexual relationships with women, and sang songs about same-sex desire and "bulldaggers."
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Even still, Bentley stood out for her unabashed queerness. When performing at the Ubangi Club, she had a chorus line of drag queens performing behind her.
As time wore on and America became more conservative, Bentley's career struggled. In the 1950s, she renounced her old ways and claimed she had been "cured" of lesbianism and "become a woman again" through a regimen of estrogen shots. It was the only way she was able to maintain a career through the McCarthy era.
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williamnessuno · 2 years
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Ladies #hipstamatic #uchitel20film #blackandwhite #sepia #ladies #station #torinoportasusa #uscitaexit #streetphotography #williamnessunoiphoto #lamps (presso Stazione di Torino Porta Susa) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgcdqteKylz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Baby Pictures: Hazbin Hotel
Lucifer: Alright, everyone! Gather 'round! (Reaches into his inner coat pocket and pulls out a stack of various styles of pictures) I GOT BABY PICTURES!!!
Charlie: DAD!!!! NO!!!! NOT MY BABY PICTURES!!!
Lucifer: I only have a couple of you in here, Char-Char. The rest are baby pictures of everyone else!
Angel: WHAT?!?!?! You're lyin'! Lemme see! (Swipes an offered photograph from Lucifer and barks with laughter) Holy Shit!!! This is me and my sister Molly at our cousin, Vinny's, confirmation as little tykes!
Charlie: Let me see! Let me see! (Looks over Angel's shoulder and sees two little brunette 18 month Olds wearing all white and looking almost the same. The o lying difference is one has shorter hair while the other has long curls) AWWWWWWW!!!!
Lucifer: Husk? Want yours? It's sepia toned, but still distinguishable.
Husk: Burn that shit....
Lucifer: (holds up the old photograph and frowns) Are you sure? There's a nice lady holding you-
Husk: (swipes the picture and tucks it under his hat) Gimme that!.... Asshole bringing my mother into this....
Lucifer: Alastor, here, you and your weirdness... (flicks the picture of Alastor to him)
Alastor: (Catches and looks at the photo with a sentimental smile) Awww, I was adorable.
Charlie: (watches as Lucifer passes baby/family photos to the rest of the hotel inhabitants, but skipping over Vaggie) Uh.... Dad?
Lucifer: Yes, sweetie?!
Charlie: Do.... you have a picture of Vaggie?
Lucifer: Hmmm.... (flips through the few he has left in his hands) No. No Maggie in here, sweetie. I'm sorry.
Vaggie: Babe, don't worry about it. Really. I don't remember anything outside of Heaven. It wouldn't make any difference-
Lucifer: OPE!!! I LIED!!! (Digs deeper into his picket and pulls out a baby Vaggie picture) I thought I had one in here! Here ya go, kiddo!
Charlie: (takes the picture gingerly and stares in wonder at the image of a little, light brown, straight haired baby with tanned skin, sleeping in a diaper and t-shirt while sucking her thumb) ...............
Vaggie: Charlie? (Looks over Charlie's shoulder) Woof.... that's one ugly little bitch....
Charlie: (grabs Vaggie's shoulders and presses their noses together) DON'T SAY THAT!!!! THIS - (holds up the picture) -IS THE CUTEST BABY I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE!!!!
Vaggie: (leaning away) Okay, hun. I'm sorry.
Charlie: We're making one!
Vaggie: ....Excuse you?
Charlie: (dragging Vaggie over to Lucifer, Digs around in her dad's inner pocket, and pulls out the baby potion before pulling Vaggie towards the stairs to their bedroom) YOU HEARD ME!!!!
Vaggie: (dragging her feet) Babe! Can we talk about this first?!
Lucifer: Atta Girl, Charlie!!!
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Turkish lady from North Africa
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Lady Gaga's look for Vogue Italia is inspired by Lisa Fonssagrives "Mermaid dress" fashion shoot by Irving Penn in Paris, 1950.
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minhosimthings · 6 months
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Kiss me once, kiss me twice
Synopsis: slow dancing with Seungmin after a long day.
Pairings: bf!Seungmin × fem!reader
Warnings: fluffiest shit to ever erupt out of this blog, hurt/comfort, crying, hurt/comfort, reader is exhausted, mention of food, joke about wanting to die
A/N: can everyone here tell I'm lonely as fuck rn and want someone to hold me and tell me I'm their baby. No? Cool NOW READ.
Kiss me once
Then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
It's been a long, long time
Seungmin was your comfort.
He was your cocoon which you could wrap yourself into and sleep after a long caterpillar day and turn into a pretty butterfly the next day.
Seungmin was also a menace, no doubt in that, always finding ways to tease you, never wasting a second in making quips. But sometimes it doesn't become a joke for you, when you're tired and all you want is a hug and all he does is tease you.
Work had been shitty today. Two breaks had gone by like the pretty autumn sun when Seungmin's eyes would light up like your entire universe. Almost fifteen meetings and one spilt coffee later, you found yourself spiralling down a wormhole of wanting nothing but a pillow to scream into or someone to bury yourself in.
Seungmin, being that specific someone.
"Did you bury a body or something?" Seungmin teased, as you plopped down onto the couch, tears still fresh on your skin. Ponyo had been playing on the tv as you wrapped yourself into Seungmin's arms, nuzzling yourself like a baby.
"Y/N you're choking me." Seungmin laughed, loosening his grip a bit, "If I wanted to die by your arms I would have said so you know."
That was the straw that broke the camel's back.
"Y/Nnie? Please come out love." Seungmin knocked on the bathroom door in homeless despair as the only thing that answered him was a stark, emotionless 'no'. He sighed and brought himself down to sit against the door.
"Did you drag a body against the door." He heard your grumbles from the other side, bringing a slight smile to his face. "Would you like me to?" He answered, this time, earning the faint sound of your giggle.
A crack in the hole, finally.
With a crack of a hinge, Seungmin suddenly fell back onto the tiles of the bathroom as you opened the door. His confused face as he lay on the floor bought a smile to yours as you giggled and helped him get up.
"I'm sorry." You mumbled as you brought your arms to his neck, wrapping yourself around him like a grass covered snake on a willow tree. Seungmin swayed you like that for a while as his arms twisted around your waist, keeping you to his body securely.
Moonlight flooded the room from the open windows as a light breeze blew, making your skin curdle into goosebumps. Yet your body stayed warm in Seungmin's embrace.
"Are we dancing right now?" You giggled into Seungmin's shoulder, noticing the way he was swaying you around. Seungmin's chuckle sounded like a melody in your ear as he started moving his feet in a waltz like movement.
"Wait." He let go your waist and dramatically bowed to you, kissing the tip of your hand. His lips felt like soft cotton on your skin.
"May I have this dance, my lady?" He spoke, an octave lower than his normal voice, extending his hand to you, which you took, tracing the lines on his palm.
"Of course, my lord." You responded, holding back a giggle and resting your hands over his shoulders, whilst his went to your waist as if a iron attracting magnet or an orphan attracting misfortune.
His movements were gentle, slow, comforting. As you swayed left and right, taking in his scent, you felt the earth wrap around you like a mother wrapping her arms around her newborn child. The room felt sepia toned, a warm ocean dragging you to comfort. Your mind took you away from all the bad things that had happened today and rested solely on the boy in front of you, soundlessly swaying you to an invisible melody.
Seungmin hummed a soft tone to your ear as his nose kept burrying into your neck. He loved the way you smelled exactly like all his dreams.
"I know that song." You perked up, and gently hummed along with Seungmin. "Kiss me once then kiss me twice-" you sang softly, "Then kiss me once again." "it's been a long, long time." Seungmin finished your melody in his honey sweet voice.
His lips on yours felt bittersweet, like the warm feeling on sand on the beach as he dug his fingers softly into your skin like a painter gripping his paintbrush. Art was always your ghetto, and his kissed deserved to be in a museum, painted all pretty in a canvas for you.
You stayed melted into each other for some time, before you noticed Seungmin quietly dragging you to the bed. "Want to cuddle?" He asked meekly, puppy eyes shining through. You hummed in response, being too tired and too comfortable to say anything.
"Am I choking you?" You asked uncertainly as you and Seungmin settled underneath the covers. Seungmin chuckled and tightened his grip around you. "I'm good love. But if I were to die from all the cuddling, just know that I died happy."
"that's what we'll write on your tombstone then." You laughed softly, not wanting to disrupt the silent slumber of all the dust, the insects and the sky, "Death by Y/N." "Hmm I don't think so." Seungmin's chuckle sent a warm shiver down your body, "We'll write 'Death by Y/N's kisses."
"that would be my favourite way to death." He whispered at last, as both of you melted like ice cream in the summer, into unbothered sleep, not caring what the next morning may bring
Kiss me once
Then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
It's been a long long time.
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