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shuacore · 3 months

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[ 00:53 ] skating in central park — bill evans

“holy balls it’s cold as fuck.”

leave it to jun to keep it romantic. you hold back a snort of laughter, knowing it would only egg your boyfriend on more. he has his hand shoved into his pockets, breath coming out in steamy puffs of air. it’s biting this evening, but jun looks like a drama lead—so cute, all bundled with the tip of his nose red in his long trench coat and white puffy earmuffs—that you don’t even mind.

you sigh knowingly, twisting around to look at him with a smile. “come on! the christmas market is so cute.”

“why can’t we just get drinks inside?” he whines, and you flit over, pressing a quick kiss to his cold cheek. this silences him for a moment as he regards you with wide eyes, smiling with adoration. your stomach flip flops around. ah, it never gets old.

“let’s just do a quick loop and then i promise we can go and get drinks. at a bar. inside,” you say in earnest, and this seems to persuade jun. you loop your arm through his, tucking yourself neatly into his side. he’s warm, even under all the layers, and you smell the familiar aroma of amber and cinnamon wafting from his skin.

he groans,”fine,” without any heat, and presses a kiss to the crown of your head. your grin takes over your whole face as you tug him deeper into the throng of people. there are booths lining the walkway packed with sparkling decorations, large painted ornaments and tempting aromas of herbs and spices. your mouth waters as you pass by a booth selling pierogis, and you tug jun behind you as you move closer, pressing a finger against the glass.

“ooh, let’s get some,” you say, and your excitement is enough to convince jun to hand over eight dollars to the stand, smiling fondly as you feed him bites from your fork. they’re warm and buttery and a perfect snack to combat the bitter chill of the winter air, and with full bellies you continue tooling around the market. you peruse spice stands, cooking stands, art stands, hand knit hats, scarves, and mittens, hand-painted ornaments, and a million other handcrafted things, all the while jun follows faithfully behind. his eyes glint merrily in the Christmas lights swinging in the night air.

the pathway opens up into a lively center square, and you gasp excitedly, reaching out to grasp jun’s gloved hand tightly in your own.

“look! ice skating!” you say with vigor, skipping over to the barrier and watching the skaters with wide eyes. you turn back to your boyfriend, blushing to see him watching you again with poorly disguised amusement. “we should do it!”

jun’s eyebrows disappear underneath his fringe. “oh…i don’t know…”

you seemed to be spending most of your time convincing your partner to have a good time with you.

“come onnnn! i’ll pay this time,” you plead, tugging on his elbow like a needy child. normally you’d take no for an answer, but it’s christmas for god’s sake, and you want to go ice skating with your boyfriend. not surprisingly, it doesn’t take much for him to relent—a few ‘please, please, please’s and an extra whispered promise in his ear for some winter activities you could do once you got home—before he’s pulling you by the hand to the booth and smacking a bill on the counter.

“two pairs of skates! sizes 7 and 11, please.” your smile is blinding as you place a giddy peck to the cheek, and there he goes blushing again, like this is your first date and not your 200th. you like seeing jun all flustered around you; even after four years it still makes your stomach flip.

the worker hands jun his change and two pairs of skates—one of which he hands off to you—and you find a place to put them on. then the two of you are standing at the edge of the rink, hand in hand. you’ve only ever really gone skating on the ponds near your house, and even then it’s only been the two of you or family members during the holidays. and suddenly you’re a little nervous. experienced skaters and hockey players zip by at blinding speeds, and you inhale a sharp breath as the speed of a skater passing by ruffles your scarf.

sensing your hesitation, jun gives your hand a soft squeeze and pulls you onto the rink. you grip the wall, white-knuckled, as jun leads you around the edge. it’s slow-going at first, as you get your bearings on the ice, but jun seems to pick up the movements naturally. he’s always been more adept at picking up new skill and ice skating seems to be no exception.

“wait, how are you so good at this?” you ask, breathless, as jun skates gracefully backwards, all the while still holding your hand in his. your trepidation is replaced by incredulity as jun releases your hand and swiftly flips around and glides off in easy loops.

“what the hell?!” you curse loudly, earning you a few grumpy glares from parents of young kids, but you’re too preoccupied watching your ice-skating-prodigy boyfriend to notice. the wind whips through his dark hair, pushing it off his forehead as he passes by you, close enough to feel his fingers graze your arm. “when did you learn to do this?!”

your knees are still unsteady on the ice, and you keep your fingers wrapped around the wall as you hobble around, trying to catch up with your boyfriend.

“wait!” you call out in slight desperation as he skates past you one more time, weaving in and out of couples and kids making their own rounds. you frown, still sedentary, as jun finally skates back to you, skidding to a stop so you feel a light shower of ice sprinkle your face.

“hey—ouch!” jun whines, rubbing his shoulder where you just punched him. “what?!”

“since when have you been good at skating?!” you ask in disbelief. he shrugs, exclaiming aloud when he dodges another swing.

“stop!” jun protests, wrapping his hands around your wrists, and then he knits his fingers in your tightly. “just… like this, come on.” he pulls you gently away from the wall amid objections, showing you how to swish your feet in a graceful back-and-forth pattern. you start to gain a little speed. the wall seems miles away now, other skaters are dipping and weaving around you, and you turn back to jun with your arms held aloft, his name already formed on your lips in jubilation—

WHAM!

this time you do curse loud enough for enough people to hear. jun laughs raucously over the sound of other skaters as you lay flat on your back on the ice, your elbows, hips and pride aching. his face appears over yours, hair hanging down, face glowing with mirth. he offers you a hand, and pulls you up slowly as you wince. talk about old bones—you were going to be feeling that for a week. you hold your butt, massaging the muscle as it aches.

“fuck,” you groan, lightly punching jun again as he laughs. it soothes your dignity just a bit to see him so happy, throwing his whole head back as he wipes the tears from his eyes.

“here, i’ll help you,” jun promises, holding his arm out to you. this time it goes a little smoother as jun guides you around the rink. you almost make a full second rotation before you stumble again, this time taking your boyfriend down with you in a spectacular display of limbs and more curse words. the two of you laugh, amid a tangle of arms and legs, breathless. the air doesn’t seem so biting anymore. even on the ice, feeling the bruises blossoming on your shins and butt, watching your boyfriend heave himself to his feet, brush off the snow from his long winter trench coat like some kind of rom-com lead has your heart fluttering in your chest. he pulls you to your feet again, and sputters in surprise when you lurch forward to press a kiss to his lips.

it fills your chest with warmth, and you laugh short-winded against his mouth as jun’s hands rest on the back of your neck. he’s a bit too eager, biting your lip slightly as you pull away before he’s finished. (you are still in public after all.)

“what was that for?” he asks, nose and cheeks red from the cold. you lift your hand to his face, tracing the line of his cheekbone lightly with your thumb.

“mm, nothing. i just love you,” you say, quietly, unable to stop the smiles from filling your face.

jun leans in again, lips centimeters form yours when someone yells, “get a room!” and you freeze. jun laughs loudly again, throwing his head back like he always does. you hid your face against his chest as you giggle in embarrassment. his arms are warm around your body.

“do you wanna take a break?” he asks when you resurface.

you falter. “but we just got them,” you say, feeling a bit guilty.

“hey, we have them for a whole hour,” he assures you, and presses a kiss to your temple.

despite your protests, the activities on land are much more your speed. after finding a secluded little bench, jun disappears for a moment, only to return with two steaming mugs of hot apple cider. it’s sweet and a little spicy but it sends a welcome wave of warmth through your body, letting the steam defrost your noses and cheeks from the winter air. jun wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as you watch the skaters together.

and you just sit in quiet for a while, every so often commenting on the booths or other market-goers. unbeknownst to you, jun watches you fondly, taking in your slouched posture, your bright eyes as you drink in the christmas festivities. that alone is enough to make his chest want to burst. he tucks you just a bit tighter in to his side, lifting a hand to press a gentle kiss to the back of your gloved knuckles.

his presence is just as warm as the cider cupped in your hands.

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a/n: just a fun little wintery jun-fic that's been on my mind. i was also thinking of posting it to skating by vince guaraldi (also a good one if u want the ambiance!!!!) but i liked the mellow tones of bill evans too :3

xx thanks for reading LOVE U!!!

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project-xiii · 7 months

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Holy Beans, Did I Never Actually Introduce Myself?

Hey! I am ProjectXIII, though I go by many names. You may call my any variation of XIII/13/Thirteen or Jenova, though I'll normally just label myself with a cute lil stag 𐂂! I'm 20 years old, and primarily use they/them pronouns...though to be honest, I don't much care WHAT you call me by. Just be respectful.

I've been a writer since I was a kid, but you'll notice I'm real sporadic on here. That's because I think best on paper, and I very rarely have the energy to actually make my stuff digital. So if you really wanna see stuff from me, you're going to have to ask, because my pet projects are likely rotting in a box in my room.

I love...so many different types of whump. Here's some of my all-time faves, though:

Muzzle Whump

Pet Whump (sometimes BBU)

Living Weapon Whump

NonHuman Whump

Lab Whump

Military Whump

If I'm posting a drabble, it'll probably be one of those...but I tend to write based on my whimsy. So it may not be on that list, and that a-okay. Any of my pieces not part of a larger story will be tagged as RAMbles. Whump-based, chittery things will be tagged as STFU XIII. Probably. I may post full tales on here, but you're more likely to find them on my AO3, ProjectXIII.

Other than writing, I also draw (if you haven't yet noticed), choreograph (you'll never see that), fursuit (you won't see that on Tumblr either), and am learning 3d modelling and animation. You may get to see that last one.

And I roleplay! I'm a semi-lit to novella RPer, and if you wanna get something together with me, I recommend reaching out via discord (flamingpsycho) or RPRepository (FlamingPsycho).

When I'm not partaking in 'indoor' hobbies, you can probably catch me hiking or kayaking. I love the outdoors, and being amongst the trees gives me my greatest bouts of inspiration. So if I'm not talking to you...I probably got lost in the woods again.

Anyways, I CANNOT believe that after all this time, I'd never shared who I was. So uh, yeah, that's me. Feel free to send me asks, prompts, questions...whatever. I like to talk, I love to write, I love to share what I make, I'm just very emotionally dead, plus this account is so quiet that it doesn't give me the serotonin boost. Anyways, catch y'all on the flip side!

Main Account (shhh) - @peace-love-pierogis

Personal Account - @flaming-psycho

Art Account - @thepinkostrichfoundation

#whump #whump blog #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #whump intro #stfu xiii

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kuripon · 2 years

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touch of comfort

Geralt/Jaskier | G | 503 words | cw: just cuddling after a long day.

Written at @dapandapod‘s indirect request, inspired by a gif.

A long day's work deserved an evening of rest. At least, that's what Geralt told himself as he lay back on the bed, lazily flipping through the TV's streaming apps. He didn't know if he particularly wanted something to watch or something to fall asleep to. He hated to admit it, and he never admitted it to a specific someone, but it was always too quiet without Jaskier around. Unable to work it out, he settled on an old familiar program, starting at the beginning of the first season. He put the remote on the bedside table, tucked an arm under his pillow, rested the other over his stomach and nestled further into bed.

The next he opened his eyes, some time had clearly passed. His show was on the third episode and Jaskier was standing in the bedroom's doorway, a wide pout decorating his plush lips.

Geralt cleared his throat and stretched a bit. "Jask." His voice was still rough with sleep.

Jaskier dropped everything in his hands, his keys and handbag hitting the floor with a thud. Geralt hoped the downstairs neighbors didn't mind too much. Jaskier whined at Geralt.

"Wanna talk 'bout it?" Geralt said through a yawn.

He only shook his head and drooped further.

"Keep standing like that and you'll ruin your back," Geralt mumbled, muting the TV. Jaskier only bent over further, the tips of his fingers seeming to scrape the carpeted floor. "Come here, you ridiculous man," Geralt said through a chuckle.

Socked feet dragging against the carpet, Jaskier slowly made his way to the bed tucked in the corner of their room. He paused for a moment and then crawled onto the bed, choosing to become Geralt's blanket in that moment. Jaskier buried his face into Geralt's neck and tucked his arms under his shoulders, clinging to his beloved as thumbs stroked over precious skin.

It was rare for Jaskier to be silent, to choose not to vent about what was on his mind, but Geralt made sure to always be there during these times. In times when words failed Jaskier, touch spoke measures.

Geralt freed his arms and wrapped them tightly around Jaskier, folding him into his warmth. He pressed a kiss to his forehead and snuggled impossibly closer.

"How about this," he murmured into Jaskier's silky-soft hair. "We'll take a short nap, shake off the ills of the day, yeah? And then, when we wake up, we'll order out. We'll get your favorite pierogies from down the block, with some ice cream and kołaczki for after."

Jaskier let out a short, soft grunt, burrowing deeper into Geralt's hold.

"Then we'll shower, get ready for bed, and sleep. Tomorrow is a new day." He pressed another kiss to Jaskier's forehead.

"For now, nap. I'll be here when you wake up."

Geralt, in a moment equally as rare as Jaskier's silences, started to hum, waiting for the moment when Jaskier's body fell lax against his. He let out a sigh and followed him into dreamland.

#The Witcher #Geraskier #geralt of rivia #Jaskier #cuddles #what I would give just to be cuddled right now

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endorphinmachine · 4 months

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ive been watching a sort of obnoxious white dude flip the script on call center scammers and i think the funniest bit is that he calls himself pierogi wilson when he's doing it

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angrybatart · 2 years

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(Accidentally flips his truck while transporting 2500 lbs. of highly illegal contraband through your blog to his.)

(Comically unscathed, but there are stolen half-frozen pierogi, imported Succubus pinup magazines, counterfeit gas masks, and bootlegged Resident Evil games all over the ask box.)

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(Scoops up as much stuff as he can in a sack made from his sweatshirt, and hot-foots it out of there before the police can arrive.)

Whoah, hey! Wait! Are any of those bootleg Resident Evil games a mod or fan-made game for Resident Evil 3.5? (The game that became Devil May Cry instead.) Also whatcha want for one of those masks?

#ask #goddammit bio #not art

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thebeardiswriting · 2 years

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I send questions. 😁

14. What are you going to spend money on next?

34. Listening to?

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?

54. Ever eat a pierogi?

55. Favorite type of fruit pie?

60. Wear slippers?

61. Wear a bath robe?

62. What do you wear to bed?

63. First concert?

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

74. What is your favorite book?

78. Who would you like to see in concert?

82. Favorite type of cookie?

83. Can you swim well?

89. Which are better black or green olives?

91. Best room for a fireplace?

92. Do you want to get married (to me)?

14. ummm....car payment

34. Nothing at the moment

35. Some times.

52. Most of them are.

54. Many times, one of my favorite foods.

55. Pumpkin pie

60. Flip flops count?

61. Nope

62. Underwear

63. Farm Aide as a toddler.

67. Peanuts.

74. I can't pick just one.

78. Flogging Molly

82. Peanut butter

83. Eh.

89. Black.

91. One inside

92. I don't see myself getting married again but you'd be the one.

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squid-with-five-eyes · 14 days

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dropping everything and rushing to flip my pierogies every ten minutes like a firefighter answers a blaze

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walkinaroundtheuniverse · 5 months

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The utter misery at what just happend

I was flipping my pierogi and

And

One, instead of flip, climbed the side of the pan and then slid perfectly into the thrash bin I have next to my oven

Im not even joking when I say I just started at it for like a minute

The urge to take it out and wash it was so strong

But a trash bin is a trash bin

I'm still mad about it

Also lesson learned, why poles keep the trash bin under the sink

#lil rant #my pieróg oh why

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roboturner87 · 8 months

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1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

2. You talked to an ex today, correct?

Unfortunately, I have to co-parent with her, so yes

3. Have you taken someones virginity

Quite a few

4. Is trust a big issue for you?

It is now, yes

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?

I don't have anyone I like at the current moment

6. What are you excited for?

The possibility of a new position at work

7. What happened tonight?

It's afternoon, so nothing yet

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?

9. Is confidence cute?

Most definitely

10. What is the last beverage you had?

Water

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?

Lmao, no

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?

Probably play Skyrim

14. What are you going to spend money on next?

Food

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?

No, she's coming over to get the last of her stuff

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?

The change has begun, and yes.

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

He's dead, but a friend of mine that has been there when I had nobody else

18. The last time you felt broken?

Currently

19. Have you had sex today?

Haven't had sex since....mid July

20. Are you starting to realize anything?

I'm hard to love

21. Are you in a good mood?

I haven't been in a good mood in quite some time now. I really want that to change

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?

Probably

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?

No, they're the same as my mom's

24. What do you want right this second?

To be held

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

Too late

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?

Red brown

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

I was married to someone like that. It wasn't all bad until the end

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?

Chainsaw man

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?

With all of my heart, but I know she doesn't miss me

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?

Yes and no, depends on the situation

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?

Errm......

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?

I think so, but I also think I scared her away

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?

Pop, but I only really drink Ginger Ale

34. Listening to?

The filter of the fish tank and the ringing in my ears

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?

Yes, unfortunately

37. Do you believe in love at first sight?

Maybe?

38. Who did you last call?

My mom

39. Who was the last person you danced with?

I don't even remember

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?

She was my wife, and I loved her with all of my heart

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?

An actual cupcake? Years ago.

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?

Yesterday

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

Not in a while

44. Do you tan in the nude?

I don't tan...

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?

47. Who was the last person to call you?

Spam call

48. Do you sing in the shower?

49. Do you dance in the car?

Headbang

50. Ever used a bow and arrow?

Yes, i love Bows

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

May

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?

Not all of them

53. Is Christmas stressful?

It will be this year

54. Ever eat a pierogi?

Mmmmm Pierogis

55. Favorite type of fruit pie?

Apple

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

Oddly enough, a truck driver, then basketball player

57. Do you believe in ghosts?

Spirits

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

All the time, it's been a while though

59. Take a vitamin daily?

60. Wear slippers?

Do flip flops count?

61. Wear a bath robe?

62. What do you wear to bed?

Shorts

63. First concert?

Linkin Park, Static-X, and Stone Temple Piolets

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

Target Kmart doesn't exist here

65. Nike or Adidas?

Adidas

66. Cheetos Or Fritos?

Fritos

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

Sunflower seeds

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?

None

69. Ever take dance lessons?

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

Professional bum is her current occupation

71. Can you curl your tongue?

Yes

72. Ever won a spelling bee?

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

74. What is your favorite book?

N/A

75. Do you study better with or without music?

Music is my life

76. Regularly burn incense?

Not recently

77. Ever been in love?

Yes

78. Who would you like to see in concert?

Anyone

79. What was the last concert you saw?

Veil of Maya and Vildjarta

80. Hot tea or cold tea?

Hot

81. Tea or coffee?

Tea

82. Favorite type of cookie?

Macadamia

83. Can you swim well?

Decently

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

Yes

85. Are you patient?

I've learned be

86. DJ or band, at a wedding?

Doesn't matter

87. Ever won a contest?

Yes

88. Ever have plastic surgery?

89. Which are better black or green olives?

Black

90. Opinions on sex before marriage?

Always

91. Best room for a fireplace?

Anyplace

92. Do you want to get married

Been there, done that. I probably won't again, but time will tell

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confessions-of-a-misanthrope · 11 months

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Situation #9

First day meeting the whole crew: Excited Intimidation Donna, Paul, Gary, Elizabeth, and occasionally, James III - “You drove all the way out here yourself?” - “Don’t you know the story behind this?” - “This never happened.” Travis says pointing to the written dialogue. “But aren’t these accounts of what the agents saw? I mean, there’s so much detail.” I say flipping through the document pages. Skills Learned: Excel (1995-1996), sharp shooting, ballistics, “Poker Face,” significant event (1993), recipe, and care of roses. “Did you know I worked here when you volunteered?” Travis asks between bites of homemade pierogi. I shake my head no in response. “Did your dad?” “There’s no telling what my all-knowing dad knew.” I say flippantly. “These are really good.” I smile and say thanks in response. I got the recipe from a reliable source. “Can I ask you something?” “Anything.” “Are you one of them?” Travis asks, face stern, jaw clenched. “When I was three years old...no, I’m not avoiding your question. I’m answering it to the best of my ability.” I say. “When I was three years old, I had the most vivid dream. There were these golden lines, all running in different directions. Not chaotic or jumbled. Straight lines. Organized. Purposeful. I began drawing the golden lines every time I would doodle. My dad saw the drawings and the next thing I knew, I was at the Pentagon.” I bite into another pierogi. They were really good. ©Aquarian Society Publishing All rights reserved.

#writing wednesday #fiction #true crime #non-fiction #authors #fridayreads

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fmhiphop · 1 year

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Creative Evolution Takes Center Stage At Mana Contemporary's "Out of Character" And "From the Feet Up: 50 Years of Sneaks & Beats" Exhibitions

Attention art fanatics! On Wednesday, April 12, Mana Contemporary lit up the art world by launching two amazing exhibits, "Out of Character" and "From the Feet Up: 50 Years of Sneaks & Beats." These impressive exhibitions exceeded the typical norms of fine art, showcasing the remarkable creative power of vision and innovation. "From the Feet Up: 50 Years of Sneaks & Beats" - A Riveting Celebration Of Sneaker Culture And Hip-Hop "From the Feet Up: 50 Years of Sneaks & Beats" was a fantastic exhibit put together by Sean Williams that honored the exciting blend of sneaker culture and Hip-Hop. The show displayed famous sneakers created and worn by well-known rappers and sports stars. You could see legendary names like Tupac, Public Enemy, Run-DMC, and Beyonce being featured. In addition, the exhibit also highlighted the progress of sneaker design, focusing on how technology advancements and sustainability practices have influenced the industry over the last 50 years. Sneaker design has come a long way since its inception. Initially, it was designed purely for athletic purposes. However, sneaker design has evolved to solve numerous challenges, ranging from comfort to aesthetics. Moreover, the growth of the sneaker industry has often been fueled by small yet critical innovations. These creations have improved the overall functionality of sneakers and contributed to groundbreaking inventions. In fact, sneakers have become the ideal medium for introducing new ideas and pushing the boundaries of design. Over the past fifty years, the sneaker industry has seen remarkable growth. This is primarily attributed to the increasing popularity of Hip-Hop and sneaker cultures. The influence of these cultures has helped to popularize sneaker brands and elevate them to new heights. Furthermore, major technological advancements have played an essential role in transforming these industries into multibillion-dollar enterprises. As a result, sneakers have become more than just a fashion statement; they have become a powerful economic force. Kicks On Display - The Sneaker Exhibition At Mana Contemporary "Out of Character" - The Evolution Of Animation As A Fine Art Prepare to be amazed by the incredible exhibition "Out of Character"! Firstly, this display takes you on a journey through the intriguing development of identity through stylized and unique symbolic artwork, which is presented in various mediums, including drawing, painting, sculpture, and moving animation. Co-curated by Pierogi Gallery and Willy Hartland, this art show was an absolute must-see for anyone interested in the historical context of animation. Furthermore, "Out of Character" is a captivating journey from when animations were seen as just "cartoons" to their recognition as a basic form of fine art. As such, this exhibition perfectly showcases the incredible evolution of this art form, making it a must-visit for all art enthusiasts. To begin with, early animations and funny artworks were largely disregarded as fine art. Nevertheless, the emergence of Pop Art in the 1960s and the inclusion of cartoon styles by artists like Lichtenstein marked a significant turning point. As a result, boundaries and divisions within the art world were broken down. However, the animations showcased in "Out of Character" are incredibly diverse in subjects, styles, media, and techniques. These include stop-motion, hand-drawn images, computer software, "lo-tech," flip books, and even live performance projection. Even though some works reference cartoons, they are not solely corporate franchise products. Instead, they are original and individual creations. Which Renowned Artists' Creations Appeared In The "Out of Character's" Exhibit? "Out of Character" features the works of famous artists such as Greg Barsamian, David Brody, Nicole Claveloux, Hugo Crosthwaite, R. Crumb, Brian Dewan, Nicole Eisenman, James Esber, Matt Freedman, Drew Friedman, George Griffin, Red Grooms, Willy Hartland, Jaime Hernandez, Emily Hubley, Darina Karpov, Lisa LaBracio, Andy London, Carolyn London, Matt Marello, William McKearn, Morgan Miller, Caroline Mouris, Frank Mouris, Michaela Müller, Gary Panter, Joyce Pensato, Pes, Anna Samo, David Scher, Guy Richards Smit, Kathy Stecko, Nate Theis, Jim Torok, Martin Wilner, and S. Clay Wilson. The exhibit's animation program comprised various works with a total running time of 85:13 minutes. Different eye-catching pieces on display were Western Spaghetti by Pes, New York City Sketchbook by Willy Hartland, and The Lost Tribes of NYC by Andy and Carolyn London. Mana Contemporary's passion for featuring original and creative artwork is shown through two exhibitions. These exhibits demonstrate the art space's ongoing commitment to pushing the limits of art. With a firm focus, Mana Contemporary continues to present thought-provoking and boundary-breaking art, appealing to the minds of art fans and pushing the limits of creativity. Sean Williams - A Visionary In The Sneaker Industry At the tender age of 13, Sean Williams, a Brooklyn native, fell in love with sneakers. By 15, he was already buying his own pairs. But that was just the beginning! In 2007, Williams co-founded Obsessive Sneaker Disorder (OSD) LLC, an organization that strives to "Appreciate, Educate, Elevate" the sneaker industry. What a visionary! Sean is serious about inspiring and pushing younger generations to pursue careers in the industry. He has dedicated himself to this mission, and his hard work has not gone unseen. In fact, he has been featured in many publications, TV shows, and websites. For example, Maxim and Complex magazine have named him to their list of "50 Most Influential People in Sneakers Right Now." This honor is thanks to Williams's impact on the industry and his endless efforts to inspire and motivate the next generation of sneakerheads. But wait, there's more! In 2018, he was named the first-ever Rankin Scholar in sneaker culture at Drexel University, a testament to his expertise and dedication to the industry. He even co-curated the first-ever Hip-Hop apparel and sneaker exhibition in New York City, which over 9.8 million people viewed. Now that's what I call making a lasting impact! To top it off, Business Insider recognized Williams on their "Power List: 28 Most Outstanding People of Color Transforming the Sneaker Industry" in 2020. This shows that Williams' hard work and effort have not gone unnoticed. His contributions to the sneaker industry are truly remarkable. Plus, his passion and drive will inspire many more individuals in the coming years. Mana Contemporary: Leading The Way In Celebrating The Creative Process Mana Contemporary, based in this former tobacco warehouse in Jersey City, New Jersey, celebrates the creative process. The institution aims to create a diverse community of artists within its vast network of exhibit spaces, studios, and galleries. In addition, Mana Contemporary is a vibrant, welcoming place that supports artistic growth and collaboration. The institution has a diverse range of programs and events, encouraging artists to thrive and connect with each other. The organization's creative approach to the arts constantly engages and inspires visitors. Without a doubt, Mana Contemporary is more than just an arts organization. It is a dynamic community where artists and fans come together to celebrate creativity and pursue their passions. For more information, visit www.manacontemporary.com Written by Nikiya Biggs | Twitter | Instagram | LinkedIn Follow and like FMHipHop on Facebook, Spotify, Twitter, Instagram, and YouTube! Read the full article

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jonathan-byers-remade · 2 years

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my polish great grandfather and ancestors looking down on me in disgust as i make pierogis in the oven over boiling them then pan fried, and make a topping inspired dip with onion powder and parsley over real chives and cooked onion because I’m out

#it’s for dinner tonight and I’m working so I’m sorry ancestors lol #i don’t have the time to make them the correct way #god if I told my grandmother she’d flip OSNDJFIFI #if you have pierogis make them the right way please do as I say not as I do IDJFIFJ #angel talks 💕

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it's fun how cooking regularly makes you like immune to hot things on your hands

#i used to not be able to hold hot mugs but now i dont even use a spatula when im cooking #frozen pierogis i just flip them with my hands #soda.txt

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microfiction, March 27 - April 2

It wasn’t the right key or the right chords, the right tuning or the right time. Two violins playing, discordant, one on each side of a Door. One day they will harmonize and the Door will unlock, and the worlds will break wide open to a beautiful, terrible duet.

On the bus ride home to an empty apartment, she daydreamed about family dinners at Baba’s, complete with handmade pierogi, topped with caramelized onions and a dollop of sour cream. Sometimes homesickness is just hunger, salted with grief, dredged in distance.

The birds on my grave sing me back to life whenever someone decides to try and cheat Death. No one asked if I wanted to be a Reaper, but here I am—walking down Main Street fifty years past my death-day, about to ruin some wannabe immortal’s day.

The bridge they crossed was made of troll bones, stronger than stone and time. It was built in the era when trees still spoke and walked the earth, and spanned a ravine so deep it was said to lead to the underworld. That was not their destination, however. Not today.

He woke to buttery sunshine and the sounds of someone working in a kitchen not their own. He stumbled downstairs to find her deftly flipping a pancake. Her hair was damp and she wore one of his shirts. “You don’t have a coffee machine,” she said, playfully accusing.

There is something in the cradle, but it is not my child. The eyes are wrong, and the teeth, and the way the shadows gather in that corner. My husband thinks I’m crazy. Maybe he’s also been replaced by the house—maybe I should burn it all down—

The machine turned on in the middle of the night, making such a racket even the neighbours came to see what all the fuss was about. It was loud enough to wake the dead—the next morning, several ghosts wandered the streets, looking confused.

She arrived too early. The castle is quiet and dark, the grounds covered in frost. The pomegranate seeds in her mouth are bitter instead of summer sweet. The gardens remain lifeless; nothing grows in her footprints. The magic is still sleeping, too deeply.

The soothsayer shuffles the cards, surrounded by smoke, shadow, and a ring of salt. A snarl announces her guest. She draws three cards, speaks in a language long dead. Gold coins appear at the edge of the circle. She waits until dawn to collect them.

“Wasn’t the baby crying?” his wife asked sleepily. The husband jolted—he had only come back to bed because a figure was by the cradle—his wife, he thought, because of the lullaby— He ran down the hall. The crying had stopped. The nursery was empty and cold.

“I thought her lovely and kind,” cried the doomed prince, “all dressed in white, with peach blossoms in her hair. But she was a liar, a witch, a snake—the venom in her kiss has cursed me to never sleep, to wander the twilight world evermore as a wraith.”

The snow doesn’t stop. Bryan’s been staring into space for an hour, firelight reflecting off his glasses. I bring him hot apple cider and his favorite book of poetry. “Read me a verse?” I ask, and he comes back to himself. “Of course, my love,” he says.

Something ancient is buried in the valley. The night is full of howling, though all the dogs have run away. The women dream of smoke. One brave child tries to leave an offering at the stone cairn, only to hear a terrible voice shake the earth: No bargains.

“What’s that? You saw two little girls carrying skulls around? Must be Tilda and Marnie…No, those two have always been a little strange. Don’t worry about it too much—they’ll put the skulls back when they’re finished. Their mother raised them very polite like that.”

A dragon flying at maximum velocity can cause plenty of damage. It can summon winds strong enough to uproot a forest, to flatten crops into dust, to knock over a full grown man—even to cause a tidal wave, if it flies over water. A newly forged dragon is even worse—with a flap of its wings, one can topple a stone tower. Such happened to the Sect of Disgardia, who tend the All-God’s Sacred Flame. They did not pay the blacksmith who made the beast, and paid the price for their pride.

On the first day of spring, she gives away small baskets of charmed treats, to bring sweet dreams and good luck: A peddler eats one and finds his true love. A prince is freed from his nightmares. A boy is lost in the woods overnight, and comes out without a scratch.

“Our prime suspect is the ambassador from Mars. We found the same poison that killed the victim among their personal effects.” The Captain frowned. “Not good enough. Rumor has it they dose themselves with the poison to build up immunity.”

The pilgrim walks alone, travel worn and weary and mud spattered. The farmers and townsfolk ignore him as he passes through. The birds and beasts know him for what he truly is, however, and even the trees whisper: All Hail, All Hail the Lost King.

They made an odd sight, a witch and a priest, travelling together through the cemetery. He led her to the headstone, blackened and cracked in two. Things always get restless around the last harvest. At least this year the bones haven’t been disturbed…yet.

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