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enheduanna-bfv · 4 months
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ALIENS (1986) dir. James Cameron
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enheduanna-bfv · 5 months
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Eirene and Dike
No Peace without Justice
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enheduanna-bfv · 5 months
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"Happy Birthday.
No more, you're not alone."
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enheduanna-bfv · 7 months
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Ah no. :/
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enheduanna-bfv · 8 months
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it's such a weirdly done ad?
if you're interested by it there's no further info
if you hate it there's no obvious off switch (though I'd bet adblock can get rid of it)
even if you already like One Piece it's not giving any info or anything? just. Evil Clown. Staring at you.
why
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enheduanna-bfv · 8 months
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You're the only one who can bloom
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enheduanna-bfv · 8 months
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SERKAN KAYA als LUIGI LUCHENI in ELISABETH DAS MUSICAL | Theater an der Wien, 2003–2005
„Die größte Herausforderung an Lucheni war im Grunde der Umstand, wie ich diese Rolle bekommen habe. Thomas Borchert, welcher eigentlich die Rolle des Lucheni hätte spielen sollen, brach sich zwei Wochen vor der Premiere die Hand bzw. das Handgelenk. Ich war ursprünglich nur als Zweitbesetzung für den Lucheni vorgesehen und hatte bis zu diesem Zeitpunkt nur für meine Ensembleposition geprobt – ich glaube, es war der Baron Hübner – und sollte den Lucheni nicht so schnell spielen.
Ich wurde ins Büro gerufen und man sagte mir, dass ich nun innerhalb von zwei Wochen den Lucheni lernen muss und ihn zur Premiere spielen werde. Da wir uns aber bereits in der Phase der technischen Proben auf der Bühne befanden, also mit den kompletten Abläufen vor und hinter der Bühne, dem gesamten Orchester und der Technik, wurde ich komplett ins kalte Wasser geworfen.
Und die Rolle so zu verinnerlichen, dass sie innerhalb von zwei Wochen ‚premierentauglich‘ ist, war die größte Herausforderung für mich. Dadurch, dass ich keinerlei Gelegenheit hatte, Angst zu bekommen, empfand ich die Herausforderung, dass diese Figur viel mit dem Publikum spielen muss und als Conférencier agiert, nicht mehr als Hürde, sondern habe das sehr genossen. Vermisst habe ich jedoch die Interaktion mit meinen Kollegen auf der Bühne. Daher habe ich in Absprache mit dem Kreativteam auch einige Änderungen des ‚Stagings‘ – der Abläufe auf der Bühne – vorgenommen, sodass ich trotzdem noch möglichst viel mit meinen Kollegen interagieren konnte.“ — “The biggest challenge actually was the way I got the role in the first place. Thomas Borchert was the one supposed to play Lucheni, but he broke his hand resp. his wrist merely two weeks before the premiere. Initially, I was appointed understudy Lucheni and up until this point, I had only joined the ensemble rehearsals as I wasn’t supposed to take over anytime soon. When I got called into the production office they told me I was going to play Lucheni at the premiere and that I had two weeks to prepare. Funnily enough, this forced me to jump in at the deep end as tech rehearsals were already in full swing. Trying to get into character and to shape the role in a way that was appropriate for the premiere, all within just two weeks, most definitely was the biggest challenge, especially because Lucheni interacts a lot with the audience, guides them through the show. However, being so pressed for time left me no opportunity to ever get scared – instead, I decided to approach the role’s peculiarities not as an obstacle but as something to enjoy and look forward to. I did miss interacting with my colleagues on stage though, which is why we changed some of the blocking in a way that allowed me to interact more with the others.”
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enheduanna-bfv · 8 months
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historical women 21/?: Murasaki Shikibu, 973 - 1014 CE
Murasaki Shikibu was a Japanese novelist, poet and lady-in-waiting at the Imperial court during the Heian period. She is best known as the author of The Tale of Genji, written in Japanese between about 1000 and 1012… Heian women were traditionally excluded from learning Chinese, the written language of government, but Murasaki, raised in her erudite father’s household, showed a precocious aptitude for the Chinese classics and managed to acquire fluency…  Murasaki wrote The Diary of Lady Murasaki, a volume of poetry, and The Tale of Genji. Within a decade of its completion, Genji was distributed throughout the provinces; within a century it was recognized as a classic of Japanese literature and had become a subject of scholarly criticism .
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enheduanna-bfv · 8 months
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historical women 10/?: Empress Wu, 624-705
Wu Zetian was a Chinese sovereign who ruled unofficially as empress consort and empress dowager and later, officially as empress regnant during the brief Zhou dynasty… Wu was the only Empress regnant of China in more than four millennia…  By the early 650s Consort Wu was a concubine of Emperor Gaozong, and she had the title Zhaoyi, which was the highest ranking of the nine concubines of the second rank. Wu progressively gained influence over the governance of the empire throughout Emperor Gaozong’s reign, and eventually she effectively was making the major decisions… In 655, Wu became Tang Gaozong’s new empress consort… Emperor Gaozong [designated] Wu’s son Li Hong, then carrying the title of Prince of Dai, as crown prince…  Upon the death of her husband, the Emperor Gaozong, Wu became empress dowager and then regent…  In 690, Wu took the final step to become the empress regnant of the newly proclaimed Zhou dynasty.
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enheduanna-bfv · 8 months
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천억광년에 오직 한 사람
千亿光年中只有一个人
Only one person in a hundred billion light years
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enheduanna-bfv · 8 months
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LITERATURE AESTHETICS — northanger abbey, jane austen
“But from fifteen to seventeen she was in training for a heroine; she read all such works as heroines must read to supply their memories with those quotations which are so serviceable and so soothing in the vicissitudes of their eventful lives.”
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enheduanna-bfv · 8 months
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09: Ereshkigal and Geshtinanna
Dead people! Why do you keep appearing to me? Whose cities are ruin heaps, who are but bones? I am not going to Kutha, the Ghostly Assembly! You, why do you always walk behind me? You are abjured by Abatu the Queen, by Ereshkigal the Queen, by Ningeshtinanna, scribe of the gods, Whose stylus is of lapis and carnelian!
Mesopotamian incantation to get rid of a ghost. The exorcist tries to intimidate the ghost by mentioning the Netherworld queen Ereshkigal and Ningeshtinanna/Geshtinanna who sometimes serves as a scribe in the Netherworld and has all the dead on her list. Abatu is probably the word usually written amattu, meaning earth and therefore a name for the Netherworld.
Source: The First Ghosts: Most Ancient of Legacies by Irving Finkel.
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enheduanna-bfv · 9 months
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Queen of the Underworld | Goddess of Spring 2 sides of Persephone
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enheduanna-bfv · 9 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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enheduanna-bfv · 9 months
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Congratulations to handsome men born in April, June, and July!
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enheduanna-bfv · 10 months
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Shangri-la
Happy Summer ☀️
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enheduanna-bfv · 11 months
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Muslin, that diaphanous cotton of India, is steeped in a bleak history of colonialism, Imperialism, and human atrocity. That's a way to start a Monday, isn't it? But that's the thing about fashion history.
Looking at a gown like this, which dates from the late 1840s, it's easy to get lost in the beauty: the pattern, the layers, the absolute Romantic gorgeousness.
It is, undoubtedly, a work of art, making use of that thin, breathable fabric, with delicate ruching, a genius use of pattern, and a shape that's reminiscent of the 18th century.
The demand for muslin fabric was immense, bolstered by the impact of the British East India Company, beginning in the 18th century. The finest muslins were from the Dhaka region and 2000 thread count *made by hand*. Starting with Marie Antoinette and her famous chemise a la reine, the craze for muslin among the elites of Europe came at a devastating cost--eventually contributing to the loss of the art and the death of millions of people in the regions.
Because once Europeans figured out how to manufacture muslin on their own (as they did with silk, paisley, pashminas, etc) they stopped all trade with India.
And of course, the great irony is that Europeans didn't just take the art and design, but directly appropriated patterns, styles, and more. There's a reason "question beauty relentlessly" is the Thread Talk motto. Lots more info on the subject over at my blog.
© Victoria and Albert Museum, London
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