#Prisoners Choir

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

#Steve Brodner #Stewart Rhodes #Prisoners Choir

[tomatoteddy]

Guys, hear me out.

Len Kagamine as Haruka

And Rin Kagamine as either Yuno or Muu

I rest my case

#basically i was thinking about which vocaloids or synth ais would fit the prisoners the most #i trust len as haruka. have you heard him singing ghost rule #i put rin as either yuno or muu based on whether miku's a prisoner or not #cause miku could fit yuno but i also imagine her being the warden due to deco's 1st anniversary cover #plus if Len's Haruka and Rin's Muu we can have a daughter/servant of evil dynamic kinda????? #as for the other prisoners i imagine kaito as shidou and meiko as kotoko #oliver could be amane because child and choir boy #I REALLY WANNA FIND A WAY TO PUT FLOWER OR TETO INTO HERE ADJDJDJDJ #Jackalope stays the same for comedic effect 😎✌️ #milgram #vocaloid #synthv

[makingdonalddrumpfagain]

#j6 prison choir #the 'new' republican party #seditious domestic terrorism #tre45on #today @ mara lago

[phantasmagloria]

Storm Stereo #87: Averoff Women's Prison Choir

In light of International Women's Day, on this episode we look at the Greek Averoff Women’s Prison (1890-1972) and the incredible story of the prison choir that used singing as an act of political resistance.

The Averoff Prison, with the characteristic palm trees outside. In the centre of the prison courtyard there was one solitary, yellowing palm tree, the only symbol of life for the prisoners inside. In light of International Women’s Day, on this episode we look at the Greek Averoff Women’s Prison (1890-1972), which was used by the Metaxas Dictatorship, the Nazi Occupation, the Greek Civil War and…

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#averoff #averoff womens prison choir #greek civil war #greek junta #modern greek history #paidofylagma #paidomazoma #paidoupoleis #political prisoners #protest songs #queen frederica #resistance songs #Storm Stereo #women prisoners

[preacherboyd]

Hi there, I read your tags about maybe rewatching Oz - I am doing that atm and love your gifs (maybe a rewatch will lend inspiration for some more?) so I wholeheartedly encourage it! ;)

hiii! YES. Oz is the show of all time. i try to rewatch every summer because its so much fun (maybe that's twisted of me to say, but alsdkfhasf it is) so when i do, i will definitely make some more gifs of it. there are a ton of scenes, especially in s4, that i'm already considering!

hope you're enjoying your rewatch so far, nonnie!

#the we sing in the choir together one foR SURE #tom fontana created the prison soap opera of our dREAMS #i will forever be thankful #asks

[wawamouse]

#oz hbo #this is the funniest photo they could have chosen for a funeral in prison #the choir slapped tho

[don-lichterman]

On The Rampage, Justice for All by Donald J Trump & J6 Prison Choir, George Bush's White Lines, CPAC, Alabama Getaway, Sunday Bloody Sunday! Also the Slavery Program in Parhman Mississippi, Criminal Justice work, Innocent Project, Maryland loses in last second and more....

#& #alabama #all #bush's #by #choir #cpac #don #donald #george #j6 #justice #lichterman #lines #on #prison #rampage #the #trump #white

[libearyn]

The King Of Love

The King Of Love

“Sometimes you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right.” ~~ Jerry Garcia You are my shelter and my shield;I put my hope in your word. ~ Psalm 119:114 The King of Love My Shepherd Is – arranged by Dan Forrest Choral arrangement : for you directors of music. It was a summer sanctuary, where a few faithful gathered.  We were late, and got there in time for the…

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#being loved #choir director #Dan Forrest #director of music #Jerry Garcia #prison ministry #Psalm 119: 114 #Rev. Lawrence Swensen #The King of Love #the love of God #You are loved

[wh40kartwork]

Jago Sevatarion

by Zhang Bozi

During his imprisonment, Sevatar is contacted by the Astropath Altani from the Astropathic Choir of the Invincible Reason, who seeks him out to ease his pain and stop his psychic talent from killing him. The girl also warns him that the Altani's contact to a heretic is discovered and the young girl is beaten until her spine breaks by the Master of the Choir - something that enrages Sevatar.

When the Dark Angels initiate transfer of Sevatar to the prison transport ship Remnant of Brotherhood, he manages to escape their custody as Altani takes control of the 12 Dark Angels escorting him. Sevatar makes his way to the Astropathic Choir's quarters and methodically kills the Master of the Choir as punishment for him hurting Altani. He announces to the Dark Angels "I am justice. I am judgement. I am punishment." (from the Lexicanum)

#horus heresy #imperium #space marines #heretic astartes #loyalist astartes #night lords #dark angels #astropath #psyker #warhammer #warhammer 30k #30k #zhang bozi

[rxzennia]

thrice shall the bell toll

– tales of the voracity pathstrider

✎𓂃 expands on 2.2 leaks, dark content towards the end, character death (everyone dies), heavy angst(?), not proofread. totally did not die a little inside when i wrote this, no. thank you all for 100+ followers! gold and gears, achievement grinding are driving me nuts and seeing everyone else get him makes me want to quit the game altogether. perhaps it’s time i focus more on other things. 

“never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.”

the musicians begin to play with rigor as the symphony enters crescendo, building up to its climax as the orchestral music increases in intensity and irregularity. the choir sings, paving the way for the descent of an aeon, of justice; their harmony announcing the impending doom of the sinner, promising his demise, promising him eternal rest.

you arrive at the central plaza, just in time for the closing act.

you meet sunday’s eyes, the bastard head of the oak family, the mastermind conducting this cacophony of noises and disturbances. he has the gall to smirk, to flash you a smirk, as if he’s daring you to do anything.

“aventurine, ambassador of the interastral peace corporation.” sunday stalks around the man bound in shackles, like predator circling prey, hands behind his back as he looks down at him with contempt. “you are hereby found… guilty.”

the baton descends – with it, the melody dramatically tips over its climax into decrescendo. 

people often say that death has no place in a dream of prosperity and privilege. 

but when the distinction between dream and reality blurs as the very dimension crumbles, who’s to say that to die is to wake, and who’s to say that death is not still death?

in his last moments of consciousness, aventurine sees you reach for your scarf with an expression he had never seen before. acceptance, perhaps? or disappointment? regardless, you have still chosen to surprise him at his last moment. must you continue to exceed his expectations even at his execution? but both you and he know that it is already too late, and his final solace is that you are present to witness the final chapter of his story.

that he is not left behind again.

the golden hands come full circle, palms closing as the strings lift their bows in unison, leaving only the winds to continue playing. the conductor drops their baton as the inevitable quickly encroaches upon the center stage, as the music ceases until only a sole trumpet remains sounding –

he closes his eyes with a last smile for you; aventurine has finally won, at the cost of losing everything.

once shall the bell toll, for the blessed prisoner condemned to a life of deceit and insincerity.

in a split second, the sky darkens; what used to be perpetually golden and bright has been eclipsed without a trace. the artificial sun goes out, street lamps are extinguished, a veil of darkness envelops the golden hour. what was once paradise becomes the abyss, and lament stands where joy once stood. 

your scarf flutters to the ground as you give it a strong tug, undoing its loops around your neck as you let it fall. you are half-expecting a gasp followed by a waterfall of words, but it never comes.

because there is no source. aventurine isn’t here anymore. 

there’s no more of your boss staring at you with the most awestruck expression as you reveal your face anymore. there’s no more of your boss’s endless pestering anymore.

there’s no more of aventurine opening up to you, getting you to open up, or him tentatively trusting you with fragments of his past anymore.

for the first time, you experience anger. a wrath so intense that it is enough to set even the heavens alight.

it’s about time someone ripped up this disgusting dream woven with fabric made of lies. this facade of extravagant luxury built upon a decaying foundation and the desperation of the masses’ escapism, a nightmare delicately packaged into fantasy that had stripped countless people of their ambitions and futures, it’s about time someone demolished it all.

the dreamchasers who voluntarily surrendered their realities for a temporary escape, the family members who could only obey, the heads of families who put together a ploy like this, and the harmonious strings who composed such a chaotic melody…

none of them matter. 

all that matters is that aventurine is executed, publicly, in utmost humiliation.

your scarf disintegrates into tiny specks of dust. brilliantly platinum scales extend from your fingertips to your jaw, threatening to stretch along your face, too. as if answering your call, serpents emerge from all corners of your shadow, slithering off towards all directions as they respond to your will.

in the sky that is pitch black, even darker shadows rear their heads; they fly, circle around the plane of the masterfully crafted illusion, around penacony itself. they await your orders, they await your next command. 

“eat up, my darlings.”

twice shall the bell toll, for the manufactured illusion of utopia drowning in the afterglow of opulence.

there is a reason why oroboros the voracity has kept to themselves in an unseen corner of the universe – they are not titled the unsatisfied devourer without reason.

with each corner you take for your own sustenance, you feel the universe tilt. the scales are tipping, the balance is tipping. with each piece of reality you consume, the boundary between subconscious and conscious blurs, falsehoods bleed into truth, and you feast upon them all the same.

in your rage, you are not merely tearing lives and environments apart. you are tearing religions apart, tearing peoples apart. worshippers and monuments of xipe the harmony, their symbols and their emanators, the hard-built resort destination called the dreamscape, and the plainly unremarkable penacony in reality, you are tearing it all apart.

you know you have upset the balance, and you know the consequences. you can hear the crystalline chime of the arbiter’s footsteps approaching you, you can almost see the blinding white light of the operating theater.

as the planet of festivities begin to fall out of orbit, so too do the serpents begin to decompose into glittering ashes. 

people scream as gravity somersaults, some swallowed by the caving ground, some swallowed by the gaping maws of the faceless serpents, and some dying by the hand of their kin as they struggle for survival.

you watch impassively as mortals scramble to prolong their lives, and you watch impassively as your serpents are lost, one by one, to the hands of an aeon.

if the mere handwave of an arrogant upholder of justice and a simple declaration are justification enough for an execution, for what reason should you not return the gesture?

if people would simply watch as someone is served the death penalty, what reason do you have to act as they become feed one after another?

and what reason do you have to cling onto mortal sentiments, now that your anchor to mortality is gone?

the man they killed is aventurine. your sometimes-too-annoying boss that you would not trade for anything in the world. your anchor; your dear, dear friend.

you see no reason to rein in your instincts anymore. the primal urge to consume overwhelms you, and all you want to do is to devour, devour, until there is nothing left.

voracity. oroboros’s will.

eat up while you still can, fill your metaphorical stomach with the blood of implicit killers, and tear into the flesh of the perpetrators of this grave transgression.

make them pay. before your judgement rains upon you, before the trumpeters herald your doom, before the star radiating false light meets its end in a supernova, make them pay.

their surgery is swift and painless – precise incision; two, three motions of the scalpel; complete excision.

at long last, the curtains fall. theatrics reach its conclusion, and when you look – there is no one left in the audience. 

thrice shall the bell toll, for the leviathan whose fury burned brighter than the ordinance of equilibrium.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #aventurine #aventurine x reader #ares's voracity pathstrider tales

[cedarxwing]

The sequence where Hannibal is taken into custody and processed for evidence in "The Great Red Dragon" (3x08) was originally going to feature the ceiling of the Norman Chapel in Hannibal's memory palace crumbling! This would've been a callback to Hannibal's love of church collapses:

"I collect church collapses. Did you see the recent one in Sicily? The facade fell on sixty-five grandmothers during a special Mass. Was that evil? Was that God? If He's up there, He just loves it." - Shiizakana

Instead of the cheerful choir boy music, the script describes a performance of Vide Cor Meum, which played when Hannibal first visited Will in prison in Savoureux (1x13). It would've been fitting to have it play during Hannibal's imprisonment! It also would've created a sadder, more romantic tone.

In the collapse of the "foyer of his mind," Hannibal happily sits among the grandmothers gathered for the "special Mass." It's ambiguous if he's accepted that he's about to get crushed too, or if he's immune to being pulverized in his memory palace. Either way, it would've been a powerful symbol of his submission to Will's design. He's having fun, giving up control!

The final sequence that we got communicates all this pretty effectively, but the roof collapse + Vide Cor Meum would've been soooo dramatic and fun.

Another roof collapse got cut from "...And the Beast from the Sea" (3x11) script. This one happens in Dolarhyde's imagination, and would've drawn a parallel between his loss of control and Hannibal's:

I assume all of this got cut for time, CGI budgetary reasons, or to keep the 3x08 scene more lighthearted. A shame, because I think it would've added another layer of meaning to this shot, later:

Hannibal is counting down the hours to the murder of Will's family, raising his hand to the moon just like Will did in 3x09. Is he also imagining the collapse of his prison cell ceiling? Maybe he's in the Norman Chapel, enjoying the roof collapse there?

#hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal meta #i'm writing meta for scenes that don't even exist ahaha... -_-

[goldenromione]

Since you said POA is your fav book and film as well, I was wondering, do you think there was anything the film did better than the book?

Here's why Prisoner of Azkaban is the best HP movie:

The change in tone and color grading. The opening of this movie immediately tells you that something has changed.

Harry feels the most Harry in this movie. He's talking back, and we see him start to get frustrated with the Wizard World.

Alfonzo Cuaron's style bleeds into this movie. There's a reason it feels so fresh compared to the others in the series.

The one shot long-takes. (Mr. Weasley talking to Harry, Lupin and Harry on the bridge, Snape confronting Sirius and Remus, etc.)

The actors putting their own uniforms together. Ties done the wrong way, untucked shirts, sleeves rolled up - it all adds so much personality.

The action is maintained from beginning to end. The pacing in this movie is done the best (HBD is a close second).

Things I like that weren't in the books:

The Frog Choir scene. It honestly gives me chills. Makes me wish they had the Sorting Hat song in the first movie.

Harry joking around with the others about how the Fat Lady can't sing.

The boys goofing off in their dorm room and then the pan out to the water where the Dementors were watching.

Hermione appearing out of nowhere (because she was using the time turner) and scaring Ron.

The last shot with Harry on the broom.

#that hermione scene was excellent directing #she wasn't in the reflection yet when the camera panned over to the class's perspective she was right next to Ron #anyway the book is still better #but this movie is great #ask #hp #harry potter #jk rowling #general

[makingdonalddrumpfagain]

Watch "Justice for All" on YouTube

Justice For All ⚖️

#j6 prison choir #today @ mara lago #Youtube

[glossamerfaerie]

This is not really a theory, more of a musing… I was looking at the cover art and realized that Silver Flames has the Mask (one object in the Dread Trove), which is an interesting choice. Technically Silver Flames could’ve depicted any of the three objects (Harp, Mask, and Crown) because Nesta uses them all.

But Nesta finds the Mask before the other objects. Nesta wears the Mask three times so far (twice in SF and once in HOFAS), more than any other object. Nesta gives the Mask to Bryce in HOFAS. These points are not unrelated. So I understand why Silver Flames depicts the Mask as Nesta has a special affinity with it. Which brings me to my musing.

I think Gwynriel and Elucien books will depict the other two Dread Trove objects in the cover art. I’m not sure which comes first (leaning Gwynriel but I go back and forth). I also think the Harp will become extremely important. Koschei is trapped in his island and wants to get out. Nesta uses the Harp to winnow wherever she wants, including the Prison and warded River House. Koschei isn’t done chasing the Trove, and his top priority is the Harp. The Crown is also useful, but he needs the Harp first.

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Gwynriel Cover: Harp

Nesta found the Harp in the Prison when she heard Gwyn singing in the choir. Can’t get more obvious foreshadowing than that. I also LOVE the secondary meaning to Gwynriel’s love of music and Shadowsinger powers. Plus the way that Az always hears music around Gwyn. 🥹

From a meta perspective, I think Koschei becomes free by the end of this book. If he’s going to become the main villain in the final Elucien book, then he needs to become an actual threat. Can’t be a threat if he’s still trapped in his island.

Color of Paperback Cover and Hardcover Font: Dark Blue. After the bright orange of Silver Flames, I think we’re going to a darker color to match Az’s broody nature. I can also envision a black color as an alternative to match the shadows.

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Elucien Cover: Crown

Honestly, this is more vibes because we don’t know that much about the Crown. But thematically, I like that it connects to Lucien as the secret heir to Day. I think we’ll also get a resolution to the Spring Court situation. Elain is Cauldron-born and potentially has the ability to wield the Crown to help battle Koschei’s forces. It fits.

Color of Paperback Cover and Hardcover Font: Yellow. We’re going back to a bright color after the dark color of the previous book. What better than Yellow, symbol of sunshine and the Day Court? I can also picture a lighter green as an alternative. While I would love Pink to represent Elain, I don’t think it’ll happen because the new ACOWAR cover is a purplish-pink. But maybe if it’s a light pink?

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Of course, I could be totally wrong and the cover art isn’t the Dread Trove. Maybe Az’s book is Truthteller. Who knows? But I like the meta-narrative and themes surrounding the Dread Trove.

#gwynriel #nessian #elucien #acotar #sarah j maas #hofas spoilers #my acotar theories

[gatabella]

AVA GARDNER

I can only say that she was beautiful, and lonely, and generous. And she also liked to laugh… Sometimes.

In fact, I should not have said these posthumous words, although it is true that Ava Gardner and I met, talked, and had fun, although it is also true that we were brought together by idle evenings and sleepless nights, petty quarrels, shared views and laughed our heads off. In short, we had been almost friends for a whole month. And it was a long time ago, at the time when Ava Gardner starred in the movie Mayerling. Handsome Omar Sharif, her son in the script, had a completely paternal affection for her in life — she awakened this feeling in all those men whose hearts she did not break. Despite the fleeting nature of this meeting, which nevertheless entered my life, I imagined how the choir of those people who were attracted to her alive was burying her mortal remains -- a lot of male voices whispering hackneyed and passionate words: "What did you like about me? Why did you leave me? Why didn't you believe me? Why did you tell me all this?"… A male discord in which passion combined longing and misunderstanding; however, the audience sang the same melodies, but in rapture, because Ava Gardner was different. She was more beautiful than her rivals, more immoral and uninhibited. And no one was more lonely than she was. She was like a very beautiful and therefore very noble animal… and very strange. She gave her lovers no choice, no explanation, they had no future with her, because her beauty emphasized the gap—sometimes implicit on the screen—between sensuality and vulgarity.

And Ava Gardner's career was inexplicably paradoxical: no falls, no fame, no skyrocketing, no genuine recognition among colleagues; beauty overwhelmed everything else in her, she played only her beauty. She was not a prisoner of her own beauty, like Bardot, was not wounded by it, like Marilyn Monroe, was not driven to madness by it, like Greta Garbo. The calm beauty existed as if parallel to its owner. That's why even women loved her: none of them could imagine an actress at the family hearth, and no one was offended by her for that; no man could imagine Ava Gardner as a faithful wife, although some were desperate because of this impossibility.

-En essay by the French writer Françoise Sagan, Feb. 1990 (pt 1)

#ava gardner #francoise sagan #quote #mayerling #omar sharif #my translation #long post

[octuscle]

Chronivac Punishment: Twink Transformation

As you may have noticed, the use of Chronivac to relieve overcrowded prisons is slowly becoming established.

As a reminder, the substitute for jail is permissible if the following conditions are met:

The TF must be humiliating The TF must be recognisable to the social environment of the offender. The TF must be beneficial to society

Mike has been convicted of coercion and extortion. He did not attend the court hearing. He stayed away without permission. The sentence against him was passed while he was training at the gym. Execution will take place with immediate effect.

Mike's grunting dominates the gym. He is undoubtedly one of the big boys. No one here would dare question his authority. One of Mike's buddies asks him how many sets he has left. And Mike replies in a rather high-pitched falsetto voice that he'll take as long as it takes here. His buddies collapse with laughter. Mike lets go of the bar in shock and the weights come crashing down. Hey, big guy, someone asks. Now in the boys' choir? And where does that poncey smell come from? Hardly from me, Mike flutes and smells his freshly epilated armpits. It smells like Calvin Klein. The boys collapse in laughter.

Determined to regain his respect, Mike resumes training. But he doesn't manage to move the weights even a millimetre. Before the eyes of his buddies, his muscles melt and his tattoos disappear. In shock, he runs to the locker room. Loses his trousers from his narrow hips in the process. And uncovers an astonishingly magnificent cock.

His former buddies run after him, jeering. Mikey awaits them with a half-erect cock. He now has a new role as the gym whore. To what extent does this fulfil the third condition for Chronivac's punishment? May not be beneficial to society. But funny and a maximum punishment for a testosterone brimming bully.

#male tf #muscle tf #chronivac #reality change #inked man #tank top #age reduction #male transformation #muscle transformation