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19burstraat · 1 month

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unbelievably specific modern things the crows would love. too bad they live in a late-1800s fantasy world

Kaz: screenshotting nfts, those web weaving posts about dog metaphors, leaving people on read, stealing from the self checkout in supermarkets, emo phases, wearing headphones but not actually listening to anything so they're just there just as a conversation deterrent, winding up scam callers, escape rooms, pretending to know nothing about pop culture in order to annoy people, playing solitaire online, Knowing A Guy for everything

Inej: social media sleuthing, posting goodreads quotes, strictly come dancing, snoopy, easily accessible climbing shoes, mr darcy, shouting at the screen when someone's judged incorrectly on a competition show, getting unbelievably competitive about wii sports/duolingo scoreboards/goodreads goals/animal crossing islands/air hockey, texting..... With loads of elipses... Like your parents.... and dropping unprompted wisdom in them.....

Jesper: neon clothes, the 💯 emoji, making everyone as miis on tomodachi life but being so bad at it that kaz and nina's miis end up getting married, lisa frank art, scamming people on depop, cheap jewellery that makes you go green, complaining about how cottagecore videos don't correctly represent the Rural Farm Life, shitty 2000s club bangers, the kitsch movement, giving your car a name, hoiking your novelty socks really high so everyone can see them, shitty christmas films, first person shooters

Wylan: speedpaint videos, joe hisaishi, being judgemental about other people's spotify wrappeds, djungelskog, that gif of the japanese mascot costume running through a bunch of explosions, watching weird low-budget adaptations of shakespeare plays with kaz, those arcade crane games, piercing your own ears with a needle and a lighter then being somehow surprised when it gets infected

Matthias: making an instagram account in-character for your dog, posting low-quality graphics of inspirational or biblical quotes on facebook (yk the ones w the landscape or sunset behind them), taking frowning selfies from below like your granddad does, viking media of any sort, buying dozens of identical t-shirts from big tesco, mixing up celebrities all the time, perpetually caving and giving the scouts/guides/youth groups/football clubs/carollers/etc money for their fundraisers

Nina: making bait posts online in the style of 'why can't we just print more money', period dramas, wearing huge mother of the bride style hats to weddings, saving recipes/crafts/art ideas on tiktok and then never actually doing them, pink gin, tiktok edits of fit celebs/characters, 3 hour video essays abt pop culture, saying 'break up with him' in response to every relationship woe, buying cheerful tat from flying tiger

#the reason I say mr darcy is bc he's a big bitch who does grand gestures at the eleventh hour and Works To Deserve Her. familiar no?#six of crows #crooked kingdom #soc #grishaverse #my post #long post

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ninthskzmember · 4 months

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Birthday, debut.

Word count: 1,9k.

Warnings: Kind of suggestive, a few curses, kind of fluff too.

a.n: Hi, you can call me MoonJin, I'm 23 years old and this is the first thing I am publishing. I'm really open to constructive criticism! You all can suggest me anything, and make requests too! Hope you like it. If this gets some kind of support, I'll probably make a part two. I'm so full of ideas!

July 20th, 2019.

“Moonlight, wake up.” Minho moved my legs softly, trying to wake me up. I could feel the masculine cologne in the room.

“Just five more." I rolled over to the other side of the bed, facing the wall.

“It's your solo debut day... Happy birthday, by the way.” I could hear his cheeky smile, making me smile too. I turned around, and I could see his cute, swollen face from sleeping.

“Thank you, Min.” I answered as he handed me something in the dark room, the only light coming from the almost closed door that takes you to the aisle where the other room is and then to the living room.

“Jagi-ah, happy birthday!" Hyunjin entered the room where Minho and I were with a bouquet of roses in hand, opening the door widely.

Minho and I covered our eyes in pain for the sudden hit of light after being in the dark—and asleep—for so long.

“Hwang Hyunjin, you did not have to do that." I scolded the tall one, as if he were not my sunbae.

“I know you love this kind of thing even if you try to hide it, Moon. Now you have to wake up; it's a big day in numerous ways. NINETEENS KITSCH”

The boy who is only a few months older than me is way more excited than my oppa sitting right at the side of my legs, still with his hand on my thigh from when he tried to wake me up, and I still have his gift in my hands.

“Thank you, Jinnie.” I laughed it off. “Put those in the water; I'm waking up right now.” The two pairs of eyes followed my movements as if I were some kind of weirdo. “What?”

Minho and Hyunjin looked at each other and just made some type of grin.

“Am I missing something?”

“How are you so calm?” Minho talked after a while. “When we have a comeback, you can barely shut the fuck up." He joked, and Hyunjin laughed out loud.

“I know I should be excited... And I am! I'm just... To me, you know, you guys are my everything. I know a lot of idols can't wait for their solo debuts, but, to me, it is missing eight nineths of me. I have so much fun on stage... I'm just worried I won't like it that much.” It was my turn to give a worried grin.

“Yeah, Hyunjin-ah can take it from here." Minho got up and left the room, making me laugh. That's classic Lee Know.

"Angel,” he made his way to me once we were alone after leaving the bouquet on top of my bed, even though the door was still open. “We might not be up there on stage with you, but the eight of us will be looking proudly at our girl.” He smiled sweetly at me while hugging me by the waist, pulling me closer to him.

“I know you know I know, but not everybody knows, so you should close the door at least." Felix's deep voice made it's way to our ears, and we looked at him, closing the door behind him. “Happy birthday, you annoying cunt.” My best friend did let out the brightest smile ever and opened his arms to me as I made my way to him, winning a whine from Hyunjin.

”Get over it, Hwang. She prefers me still.”

“Don't fright over me. There's enough MoonJin for everybody.”

“WHERE'S THE YOUNG LADY?" Changbin slammed open the door with so much energy that you could tell he's had a ton of caffeine, and it's not even 7 a.m.He was followed by an equally energetic Jisung.

When I see them being chaotic, I can't help but think about Crash and Eddie from The Age of Ice. The cartoon.

"I think that's me." I raised my hand shyly.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" The two of them screamed and took me from Felix's arms, who was still holding me, making a me-sandwich in between them.

“You'll kill her with your tits,” a chill Seungmin was supported by the door's frame. “You'll suffocate the birthday gal."

"She'll die happily.” Jisung added, and everybody started laughing, except for Hyunjin, whose moment with him was long forgotten.

"What's so funny?” The maknae appeared out of the blue.

“Your face." Seungmin responded with the same aura as before "Who gave you this?" He took the roses from the bed.

"Who else would?" Felix raised his eyebrows and pointed at himself, making me smile as I flashed a glance at the original person who brought it to me.

“What's got you all moody, Hyung?" Jeongin saw the movement of my eyes.

"I was wishing her a happy birthday first."

"Actually, the first one was Minho Oppa." I teased and heard a chuckle from Felix.

"He remembered?" Jeongin asked, surprised.

"Just because she's debuting today." Seungmin answered calmly.

"Well, anyway, thank you all so much for your birthday wishes... I have to get ready for the day. Thank you so much, Felix, for the bouquet." I stated, as I started pushing everyone out of the room.

"Hey, this is my room too." Changbin crossed his arms on top of his chest.

"Yeah, and mine." Felix added.

"CHRIS OPPA, THEY'RE NOT LETTING ME GET READY, AGAIN." I screamed over to our leader, whose appearance was immediate.

"Happy birthday, sunshine." he said as he gifted me a small box with a bright smile on his face.

As I opened the thing, you could see a little moon hanging from a thin chain, everything covered in gold.

"Oppa, you didn't have to..." I pouted as I went ahead and hid on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me, still smiling adorably.

"I know I didn't, but I wanted to. You're always working hard. Just a little way to show gratitude." He kissed the top of my head.

"Thank you so much. I really appreciate this. I won't ever take it off." I smiled while taking the thing out of the box, handing it to him, and turning on my back so he could put it on my neck.

I made eye contact with Hyunjin, whose face was still in a frown. Felix pouting at the moment between our leader and me, and Changbin hugging him.

"There you are." Chris took my hair and placed it on my back again. "Now, the three of you get the fuck out of here and let the girl get ready for her big day." He looked at the guys, one by one. "What even are you doing here?" He asked with a soft laugh when he saw Hyunjin taking a seat on Minho's bed.

"I was talking with her."

"You can talk with her later, Hyunjin-ah. She's already running late." Chan made a movement with his head towards the door, and the younger one rolled his eyes.

He's so moody today.

"I'll take care of him. Take the other two, please." I laughed, and Hyunjin's face softened.

Chan nodded and took Changbin and Felix with him to have breakfast in the kitchen.

"You were saying?" I smiled at a not-so-grumpy Hyunjin.

"Thank you so much, Felix, for the bouquet." he said with a funny voice, imitating me.

"You know that sentence was directed at you, silly."

"You still said Felix."

"Hey, he's still covering for us when he does not have to. You should appreciate it." I scolded the tall one.

"You didn't thank me." he pouted.

"Thank you so much, Hyunjin-ah, for the most precious bouquet anyone has ever gifted to me." I walked towards him with a sweet smile on my lips.

"That sounds like the most beautiful melody to my ears." he said, his hands back to my waist, pulling me in again.

"So you don't like Kistch at all?" I giggled

"Oh, c'mon" he said, rolling his eyes. "You can be a little Lee Know when you want to." The boy added some kind of annoyed tone to his voice.

"Yeah, I spend like... most of my day with him."

His face dropped again.

"Stop being a jealous fuck!" I pushed him playfully.

"I will when you finally admit that you're in love with him and not me."

"Oh my God, why are you so dramatic?" I really laughed out loud.

"You did not give me a good morning kiss." flashed his eyes to my lips and back to my eyes.

"I don't ever do that."

"You should start, like, right now."

"You are taking my precious time."

A knock on the door was heard.

"Moon-ssi, you really need to get going." Felix's voice again

"See, he's still covering for us. If it was Seungmin that was sent to call me, he'd just open the door and catch you asking for kisses."

"Just admit that you love everybody else but me at this point, God." he exaggerated on purpose, being even more dramatic than before.

"I'm going, Lix." I said this towards the door and placed a sweet, soft kiss on the boy's lips, winning a big, bright smile from him.

"Give me a proper kiss before I leave." He pulled me back.

As I leaned close to him, my phone started ringing.

"tall, blonde, Australian."

"I know for a fact that's not Yongbok... or Chan Hyung." Hyunjin said while his lips were still in position to receive a kiss. I took my phone and answered.

"Hey, Luke." I said while looking straight into my member's eyes as his face dropped again, making me laugh.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Three voices screamed at the phone.

"Thank youuuu~" I laughed, still wrapped around Jinnie.

"You're very welcome" Michael answered joyfully.

"It's not my birthday there yet, though."

"It is." Ashton said, adding a bit of mystery to the conversation.

"It's like two in the afternoon over there... It's still the 19th."

"Nah, it's like around seven in the morning" Luke said, like it was obvious.

"What are you talking about?" Hyunjin is plating kisses on my face and neck while

"Yeah, well. We kind of just arrived in Seoul." Ash talked again.

"YOU WHAT?" I screamed right in front of the boy's face, causing him to roll his eyes.

"Happy birthday, Luna" a shy Luke spoke. "We gotta do some airport shit; I'll talk to you later. See you at your debut! Break a leg."

"What?! But..." I didn't get to finish my sentence because he hung up the phone.

"What did you yell for?" His eyes were mid-way closed.

"Luke, Mike, and Ashton just landed here." I smiled at him.

"They really do like you, huh?" He smiled back.

"They're my friends, I guess." I looked at the clock. "Honey, I need to get ready now. I seriously need to." I planted a little longer kiss on Hyunjin's lips, and he wouldn't pull away. "Please, baby" I whispered right on top of his lips.

"Fine. But we're going out tonight." He kissed my forehead. "love you" he whispered before closing the door.

I started taking my shirt off, and he stuck his head through the door.

"What now, Hyunjin-ah?" I laughed

"Two things... First, you look fucking hot in that bra. And second, you didn't say it back" he pouted.

"So clingy" I said, rolling my eyes, and he accentuated his pout. "Love you too, pabo"

"Enough for me. Get on your knees," he joked. "I mean, get ready."

"I'm trying." I smiled, took everything, and went to the bathroom.

Part two

#stray kids #skz #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #writing #skz ninth member #reality shifting #stray kids x reader #hyunjin #hyunjin x you #hyunjin x reader

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pommedepersephone · 4 months

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Have you watched "Jesus Christ Superstar"? If so, what did you think of it?

Jesus Christ Superstar is in my top three favorite musicals - and I lettered in theatre and choir in high school so my list of favorite musicals is hilariously long.

Setting aside any discussion of the music and lyrics first, let's talk about the narrative. The story is very much about the humanity of it all - and how society treats their heroes. The tension between Jesus, Judas and Mary is a debate about how we balance (or fail to balance) our dedication to a movement over our devotion for individuals. And it features table flipping Jesus!!

Mary is devoted to Jesus as a person. "He's a man, he's just a man" she tells us. She focuses on comforting and caring for him. But in her concern for him individually, she has little demonstrated interest in his work to better the world.

Judas is dedicated to the movement. He is (justifiably) concerned that people are losing sight of Jesus as a prophet, making him into an idol instead of a visionary leader. But in his fervor for the movement, he forgets the individual. He seems unaware just how weighed down Jesus is, and likewise disparages Mary asking why Jesus would "waste his time on women of her kind."

As for Jesus? Poor Messiah is conflicted. He is overwhelmed by what is asked of him by both his followers and his detractors. He is reduced by The People to what he can provide to them, and by The Man to how he can give them influence. And he is resigned because he knows that he has obtained a level of notoriety without authority where he has few options left - his death is pretty inevitable for the sake of the movement.

You know who NEVER makes an appearance? God. God is absolutely silent and absent. Because in the end, Jesus Christ Superstar is not about God at all. It's about how the black and white thinking - devotion to individuals OR dedication to movements - both fail to actually provide us with the society we need.

Now, is the musical itself a bit clunky and cheesey? Oh yeah, definitely. But that is the charm of it. Rock opera just has an inherent kitsch to it that I adore. But it's also clever. Outraged religious leaders so often miss the actual point of the story which is also amusing. And I love the 1973 movie version, but I have loved every live performance I've ever seen. The message remains extremely relevant. And our family watches the movie every December.

And yes, in case anyone is curious, I am certain Aziraphale and Crowley saw JCS live. I bet Crowley loved it and spent weeks afterwards humming "Damned For All Time" to himself. Aziraphale probably refused to comment on the content, just being a snide bastard about the quality of the lyrics, then went home and cried over "I Don't Know How to Love Him."

#jesus christ superstar #rock operas for life #just theatre kid things #just like everything else in my life its connected to #good omens

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neo-502-kiana · 3 months

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ARCHITECTURE STUDY : CYBERPUNK 2077

Cyberpunk architecture is a sub-genre of architecture the draws inspiration from the futuristic, dystopian settings found in cyberpunk literature and movies. It is often identified by a blend of futuristic, high tech design and gritty industrial features. The architecture draws heavily from the architecture of the 20th century—primarily the Brutalist movement. The Brutalist movement is a style that developed in the 1950s in the United Kingdom post World War II. There is a distinct emphasis on materials, textures, and construction. Cyberpunk architecture makes use of the Brutalist movement’s concrete, steel and glass concepts in a natural and unpolished manner. Yet, it manages to add high-tech elements such as holographic projections, neon lights, digital displays, etc. In the case of Cyberpunk 2077’S Night City a sprawling metropolis with large skyscrapers and mega-buildings create the beautiful skyline, yet the city is an evident mix of old and new—run down buildings manage to co-exist with high-tech structures. Night City uses a lot of references to L.A, Detroit, Tokyo, and Hong Kong, however they primarily worked on from a clean slate. Urban Design experts were involved in the process to ensure that Night City looks credible—moving as a real city.

Night City wants to make you feel small and meaningless. The higher the building the more dominant it is. What happens behind the building is of little importance. That is why you get slum like areas even in the more central locations. Although there are obviously some things that could have been done about it, it seems that Night City was not built as a Theme Park. The image of the city, or how the inhabitants see it seems of little importance. Night City is a living, breathing metaphor. It is what you get when ambition, violence and overpopulation are the core foundation of the world you are building. Everybody wants a piece of the pie even if there is not enough for everybody. There are four varieties of stylistic identity used in the construction of the game: Entropism, Kitsch, Neo-Militarism, and Neo-Kitsch:

Entropism: Necessity over style. Buildings created in this style are old, grey and decrepit and are will often be found in areas where people cannot afford to modernize with the rest of society. Entropism, is a style based on poverty and a severe lack of resources. In a nutshell, this style visually tells the story of the very poor social layer of our world.

Kitsch: Style over Substance. Counter-Cultural movement against the austerity of the old days; an expression of happiness an d recovered. Bold colors, bright plastic and accessibility. Kitsch describes a slightly richer social layer of our world. Members of this social class would use some cyberware just to look amazing and grab attention. Architecture here would also be very attractive, with a lot of vibrant colors, a lot of shiny materials like plastic or good fabrics.

Neo-Militarism: Substance over style. Separated from the austerity of Entropism by its sleek and domineering aesthetic. It’s power dressing and has an air of luxury. A deadly layers of elegance and corporate, militaristic fashion. Associated with mega-corporations. Neomilitarism is very minimalistic, very rich, and very sleek.

Neo-Kitsch: Style and substance. Holds similarity to Kitsch however it lacks semblance to the movement its predecessor aligned with. This is the youngest style in Night City but also a style only for the richest of the rich. People so rich you cannot even begin to imagine what you would do with all the money that they have. It uses only the most expensive materials in our universe like wood, gold, real animal leather and very unique but slick architecture design.

ARCHITECTS BENJAMIN BALL AND ALEX READINGER'S REVIEW OF NIGHT CITY IN CYBERPUNK 2077

Do you think it is realistic, what it would be like in 2070?:

Benjamin Ball: “I think cities are going to become more and more dense. We are going to be more packed in close to infrastructure. Old zoning rules will not apply. We will have to build closer and higher—we will have to build closer to freeways. People will have less personal space. There will be more, and more, runaway capitalism…Yeah maybe this [Night City] is a good take on what 2077 would look like...Hyper dense, very vertical places. “A lot of signage take on a lot of visage on the buildings.”

How sustainable do you think the city will be?

Alex Readinger: “It doesn’t look sustainable at all. There are wall-mounted exterior air conditioner units. This particular cyberpunk version has this ‘Bladerunner’ neon, whereas my version of the future would be powered by algae.”

Benjamin Ball: “Hard to say. Out environments would be synthetic—will be manufactured….Climate will have changed. It will be like living in a machine. Is that sustainable? I don’t know…We would be a lot more solar, a lot more nuclear, and a lot more hydrogen. Who knows?

Cyberpunk 2077 captures a lens of the world that encapsulates the future not just architecturally, but also sonically, politically, and in every single way.

Alex Readinger: “What is frightening is that it feels like a world without relief. Endless sex shops, neon—no end to the noir experience.”

Benjamin Ball: “Endless trail. Endless maze. There is no break from the commercialism of it. Nothing comes out as sacred. There is no nature—it is all about consumption and desire. It’s relentless and it’s where we are headed.”

When you get to the columbarium—even death has be industrialized. “Step up as a uniform and non-personal gridded space with a digital readout. Even spaces that could be sacred was specifically designed not to be.” (Alex Readinger)

PROJECT: HOW/WHY IS IT APPLICABLE?

I plan to recreate chosen locations in Louisville while staying true to architectural design choices that have been used to create Cyberpunk 2077’s Night City. Since cities do not have to be recreated to have a Cyberpunk feel. All a city needs to go through is layers and layers of add-ons while keeping everything in the past. So I will do that exact thing with Louisville. Staying true to our local history while adding a bit of the fictional narratives associated with the Cyberpunk 2077 universe. For example, the downtown builds may depict Humana or the PNC Bank as a “mega-corporation” that domineers over all. Additionally, I will apply the concepts of brutalism into my builds as well.

SOURCES

https://youtu.be/HnlaJFf7mC8?si=2PuUSZLs6lAAJUhl

https://www.domusweb.it/en/architecture/gallery/2020/12/21/night-city-how-the-cyberpunk-2077s-megalopolis-was-built.html

https://iuliu-cosmin-oniscu.medium.com/a-brief-look-at-cyberpunk-2077-city-design-night-city-66b54f686b66

https://www.architecturaldigest.com/story/inside-the-design-of-cyberpunk-2077s-urban-dystopia

https://www.architecturaldigest.com/story/brutalist-architecture-101

https://cyberpunk.fandom.com/wiki/Neokitsch

https://cyberpunk.fandom.com/wiki/Neomilitarism

https://cyberpunk.fandom.com/wiki/Kitsch

https://cyberpunk.fandom.com/wiki/Entropism

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk #cyberpunk architecutre #NEO 502

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fenteasmusic · 1 year

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A Beginner’s Guide to Shibuya-Kei: Crossing the West to East

Shibuya kei is a Japanese genre that emerged in the 1990s from the trendy Shibuya shopping district of west Tokyo, which is home to some of the world's most fashionable and well-stocked record and clothing stores. Shibuya kei which directly translates to Shibuya style was the name given to the like-minded pop musicians who emerged from this consumer culture, a group of young Japanese weaned on a steady and amazingly eclectic diet of Western pop exports; the result was an unprecedented collision of sights and sounds. The music genre is characterized by a "cut-and-paste" approach inspired by previous music styles. The culture of the 1960s and Western pop music, particularly the work of Burt Bacharach, Brian Wilson, Phil Spector, and Serge Gainsbourg, had a significant influence on its sound. While Shibuya kei was not the first retro-futurist pop movement, it was one of the most daring and made even more distinguishable by its kitsch, retro fashion aesthetic. Fans of city pop, 60’s french pop, synth-pop, and even new wave would enjoy listening to Shibuya kei because of the similar sounds the genre has.

Some Popular Shibuya Kei Artist to check out:

Lamp, CAPSULE, Pizzicato Five, Flipper’s Guitar, Cornelius, Fishmans, Perfume, HALCALI, Kahimi Karie

Beginner’s Playlist to Shibuya Kei

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/79ZfbZG7wjvefsmQsg5qGk?si=1b68b85fa0434ebc

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fillinforlater · 1 year

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Monday of Appreciation: Part 80

Hello everyone, Smite here!

(Listen to Kitsch) I hope you all had a good weekend and to those of you who have to deal with the unnecessary, stupid movement of the clock---I'm with you. I want to punch whoever invented daylight saving. Anyways (Listen to Kitsch) I hope you all have fun with these fics and a great week.

Update: I'm on pace to finish a couple of fics next week. Get ready!

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@midnightdancingsol: Her Sisters Pet ft. futa!Yeji, Yuna

Sol's ideas are surreal, you just have to read them. At this point, I'm not even skipping a fic written by them. Masterpieces left and right, creativity dripping from above like Yuna's pus---you get me.

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@iznsfw: Adult Happy Meal ft. Xiaoting

It's weird, it's funny, it's one of a kind. A sincere warning, it's everything you would suspect from a fic like this. What else can I say except: You Rule, IZ ;)

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@tinyidle: You like this? ft. Minnie, Miyeon (TW)

This might not be perfect, but holy cow, it was an amazing wild ride. Like a short rollercoaster that has everything you can imagine. Kinks upon kinks and two mistresses that can abuse me anytime, fuck.

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@leafostuff: Nana Potter ft. Nana (woo!ah!)

Apart from the cute title and this fic needing a bit of editing, I found it very enjoyable and am super happy to see more woo!ah! stuff. Especially Nana is deeply engrained in my heart. Also, F, I still haven't watched past Part 1 of the Harry Potter Saga xD

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@idyllicidols: Transformation ft. Chaewon

I know people who have this plot as a wet dream---and I am now part of these people. Nothing can go wrong if you mix Chaewon, anal, cheating and degradation. My mind is still fuzzy, fuck.

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@chunksworld: Moth to a Flame ft. Wonyoung

Cheating on Yujin? Couldn't happen to me (congrats to 1k btw, amazing achievement, well deserved, fantastic fic!)

Listen to Kitsch, oh fuck, Yujin, please spare me ahhhhhhh

#mondayofappreciation #kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #ive smut #izone smut #le sserafim smut #woo!ah! nana smut #woo!ah! smut #gidle smut #kepler smut

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sourkitsch · 2 years

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Reading art theory & realizing that I accidentally quoted Greenberg in the essay i wrote today

#girl I did not mean to #he annoys me I’m sorry that kitsch essay imprinted itself onto the surface of my mind #it’s like…. everything he said no longer applies #there is no avant-garde art movement anymore #it is in fact counterculture to be academically trained bc no one fucking is anymore #when am I gonna sit down & do that blog I made

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hotshotblackburn · 2 months

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The Airs of Rebel's Outopos

Not every night in the new city is the same.

Inspired by a recent post and challenge - accessible here - that created "Airs of X" for their character's version of the City in Silver. Thought I'd have a go at trying the same.

The following city may include: spiders, militants, the breaking of cosmic law for ideological and personal gain, and fungi.

0: Beyond the walls, the distant crack of a gunshot.

1-3: Something humped and many-legged scuttles across the façade of a building, then is gone.

4-6: Shadowy figures cluster around a communal bonfire, laughing and chatting.

7: Tracklayers kneel around a patch of soil and pull strange-shaped devices from the dirt. Some devices hum. Others tick.

8-10: A hinge-hound nudges your side and whines in search of a pet. A bloody Ministry badge dangles from its lower-left jaw.

11-14: Urchins shriek and whoop from the roof-tops as they set off unlicensed fireworks at each other.

15-18: A visiting hobbyist looks on with awkward thanks as her automobile is pulled from the muck by a horse-sized, moon-eyed monitor lizard.

19-22: Spiders spill from an open sewer hatch in a shimmering, emerald tide.

23-26: Moonlight washes gently over the street. Somewhere else, the Internationale is played on union pipes.

27-30: A Young Stag recent to the city walks tentatively, but openly hand-in-tentacle with his rubbery nurse paramour.

31-34: A sudden clearing of the crowd: a reiver patrol has returned to the city. The booming calls and clicks of their terror birds reverberate in the bones.

35-38: False-skeletons from the Bone Market are an increasingly popular novelty fad. Most inhabitants find them kitsch. Some find them aspirational.

39-42: Noises erupt from an ampitheatre. Some are the cheers of the crowd. Some are the bellows of ancient creatures. Some are like nothing you have ever heard.

43-45: Anarchists and cladesfolk from the Roof conduct illicit business in open plazas. Weapons for allies; metal for flesh.

46-49: Phosphorescent scarab hives score mesmeric ribbons of viric and apocyan in the air. Passersby yawn and remember their beds.

50: The city’s vitality leads to miniature ecosystems within the depths of the costermongers’ carts. Leechberries parasitize the helpless flanks of the thunder melons but flee from the predation of needle-carrots. All hide from the vakeapple.

51-53: Amateur aero-enthusiasts and beast-breeders alike surround a recently-docked balloon from the Roof. Talk is already forming of a locally-grown air fleet.

54-57: The side of a wall is plastered with broadsheets, posters, hand scrawled drawings: faces of officials, constables, factory owners. A new arrival walks up to carefully, methodically cross out the face of an Iron and Misery overseer.

58-61: Webs shroud a cluster of streets like banners. Handmade signs advertise the services of silk weavers, scrimshanders, venom mixologists.

62-65: Raucous youth assemble for a trip to London. There is furious argument over whether to see the Museum of Prelapsarian History or Museum of Injustice first.

66-69: Poets of the Nocturnal Ooze movement seek inspiration in the city’s fungal-commons. The more fortunate find their lips and pens fecund with creative spore. The less fortunate are attacked by blemmigans.

70-73: Mist forms on the opposite side of a mirror. The eyes of the aurochs are upon you.

74-76: Tracklayers hack away at undergrowth recently and rapidly sprouted up through an alleyway. The city’s vitality is appreciated, but occasionally overwhelming.

77: Banners with popular phrases of resistance are plentiful on festival days. ‘CAST OFF THESE CHAINS’. ‘DUSK BEFORE DAWN’. ‘DO NOT FORGET. DO NOT FORGIVE’.

78-80: The rattling of an osteomonger’s tambourine. Bones! Bones for the picking!

81-83: Urchins crowd around the storefront of a recently-immigrated Unsettling Toymaker. They stare at a City Seeding automaton with longing and awe.

84-86: A field of puffballs explodes into a cloud of white, soft spores. For a few moments, it is as if false-winter has come to the city.

87-90: A diplomatic deviless discusses opportunities for collaboration with an opportunistic insurgent, mandibles slowly scraping at a tin of tobacco.

91: The air is hazy, clotted and copper-scented. The heart races; the teeth bare. Someone is committing Red Science.

92: Around the armory, the earth shudders and metal screams in birthing-cry: another mortar-beast claws its way out from the dirt to add to the city’s defenses.

93: Shapelings of all forms relax in an amber spring, bathing and contorting their flesh in novel configurations. It is difficult not to stare.

94: Droplets of slobber on your shoulders. Many eyes, watching. You curse whoever decided to hatch enough brachiating spindlewolves for them to breed true.

95: A visiting academic runs from a nearby lecture hall with pale face and heaving breath. “The sigils,” they moan. “They just…cut open the sigils!”

96: A dirigible from Station VIII drifts closer than it should have. Howitzer-beasts stir. Rockets sprout like teeth. A hush falls over the city for several hours.

97: Here, the city’s walls are slick with a viscid slime-mold that stains crimson and splotches like a fresh bruise. Is the city remembering an injury it once suffered? An injury it once inflicted?

98: A furious rain falls tonight, far from the tepid drizzles of London. By tomorrow morning, the city’s walls will have sprouted further still.

99: Tonight the walls drip with amber and the scent of lemon wafts from underneath the city: an auspicious time, according to local legend, for creating new beasts and new families.

100: For the briefest of moments, you can feel the pulse of the city’s heart. For the briefest of moments, there is no light, no cold, no death: only dark, warmth, and vitality. This is the Liberation of Night.

#fallen london #the city in silver

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tina-aumont · 2 months

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Tina Aumont interview 4

I would even say more, you shot a very beautiful film adapted from "Carmen" by Prosper Merimée in which you had the leading role.

Yes, by miracle.

Do you have a story about this?

The filming was indeed epic. Horses, flamenco of course. The story of Carmen with Franco Nero in the role of Don José, and Klaus Kinski in the role of my husband. Kinski who, contrary to his legend, did not create the slightest problem, nor even later on other shoots.

In 68, Partner of Bernardo Bertolucci. I was very happy to play in it. I had eyes painted on my eyelids. In the film, I arrive at Pierre Clementi's house to sell him detergents. I actually remember that, as it was 68, Bertolucci was afraid that Clémenti and I would leave the set.

Did you feel concerned about the problem?

Yes, it was difficult not to be concerned, but I was not on the barricades. In Italy, there were fewer riots, much less. The Italian students felt concerned, but there were fewer movements of revolt. For us French people, it was strange to be in Rome.

Still in 68, Satyricon, but not that of Fellini, that of Gianluigi Polidoro, shot in the same spirit?

A little, more kitsch in terms of the costumes and sets, the makeup. I played the goddess Circe. The story revised and corrected by Gianluigi Polidoro. Otherwise, before Carmen, I acted in a film by Alberto Sordi in 66, “Scusi lei e favorevole o contrario?”. This is where I met Fellini, because he was a friend of Sordi.

Tina interviewed by Antoine Cervero in 2001. Published in January/June 2002 Cine Zine Zone number 134.

Very special thanks to @74paris for sharing this gem.

#Tina Aumont #actress #Antoine Cervero #Cine Zine Zone #2001 Cine Zine Zone #2001 events candids #collaboration #2001 #2002

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canmom · 1 year

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comments on a guy who isn’t even online anymore

‘rant by a condescending British guy’ is a sort of stable fixed point in critical writing. this afternoon i lost a few hours reading this guy Stephen Bond, from the old days of the internet, following a link to his articulation of the difference between ‘camp’, ‘kitsch’ and ‘trash’. (which despite the presentation of a two-variable schema, can fairly easily be mapped to ‘good’, ‘mid’ and ‘crap’, since the deciding variable is mostly whether they fit his personal tastes, but of course you get nowhere in this sort of writing by hedging.)

mostly my impression of this guy is that it would be really exhausting to be him. it reminds me of moorcock’s disappointing essay “epic pooh”, or benjanun sriduangkaew’s old blog requireshate, in that just kind of prioritises the spectacle of demolishing some popular cultural artefact and heaping scorn on the sort of pathetic nerd who would find value in it. so even if I agree with the aesthetic opinion being advanced, the posture the rhetoric encourages is defensiveness and reluctance to express enthusiasm or appreciation towards anything, lest it betray some corruption of the deplorable middlebrow. and when the critic does dare to venture a positive opinion, it is all too tempting to turn it back. “lol, after all that crap he said, he’ll give a pass to Dragon Age: Origins of all things?”

his later writing from the early 2010s is a bit more substantial and interesting than his mid-2000s stuff; his account of breaking from the ‘skeptic’ movement is as solid as any from the people who ended up on that road, but mostly it’s exactly the opinions you’d expect of a 2010s ex-skeptic on the fringes of the nascent SJ subculture, carrying a lot of guilt about associating with the foul, cringe nerds and the accursed British. (he went to Oxford. so did the writers of Ferretbrain, which I used to read avidly, and I was reminded of a great deal reading this site. something in the water, perhaps.)

probably the most interesting article on the site is the one about the time he tried to go pro as a critic, because it is not just scorn but an actual specific experience, one that provokes some moments of self-reflection - but also because you see him throw out some mean comments at Yahtzee, hardly undeserved but amusing because both are minor variations on the same Type Of Guy.

#a passing thought i suppose #this is what the ritalin is supposed to prevent ><

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fourovcups · 1 year

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I can't stop about this short essay "Dream-Kitsch" by Walter Benjamin.

The whole piece is a critical response to Surrealism, in particular the manifesto put out by André Breton in 1924 and the essay Une vague de rêves by Louis Aragon. But the ramifications of his critique go far beyond Surrealism itself.

The thesis, which is that "dreams no longer provide a view on blue horizons...dreams now lead straight into banality", has the same effect that Kafka's aphorisms give me. It suggests that we have taken the phenomenon of the dream for granted as a 'pure' ahistorical font of authenticity, and have not even begun to consider the possibility that it is contingent on other historical factors, or that its 'purpose' might be outside or even against our intentions. (Benjamin and Kafka both seem to be masters of these kinds of statements: not the shock of "God is dead", but "you never understood who God was in the first place, and now that you understand that fact it's too late to change your fate".) To me it seems that so much of this brief gloss presages future critical movements, especially situationism, in regards to how it discusses the role of commodities in the social and psychological lives of modern, industrial humans. This is the thought he leaves us with at the end of the piece: "through engagement with a social environment dating back to the second half of the nineteenth century, in dreams as well as in the words and images of certain artists, a creature is formed that deserves to be called “the furnished man'."

There are so many directions you could run with this essay. You could take this and use it to discuss the frenzy of post-war consumer culture; you could look into the late capitalist fascination with ethereal dream-worlds that merge with reality, born out of the increasing mediation of our lives through communication technologies and commodities; you could look at the myth of the "authentic self" and how it is rooted in the material culture of industrial capitalism (one of the first great industrial aesthetic movements, Art Nouveau, was remarkable in that it focused on how one furnished one's life rather than being confined to making particular forms of art). Check it our if you're interested. I think that the translation I linked above^ was the first English version of the piece, and if that's the case it just became available in English last year. If any of y'all are German speakers I'd love to hear how you think the translation holds up. The annotations were very helpful as well. If this stays stuck in my head I might make another post about this and go into some of what the essay discusses.

#critical theory #Walter Benjamin #surrealism #notes on readings #art

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birdo-is-here · 1 day

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woop woop

word count is about 600 words, short and (not very) sweet this one

trigger warnings for animal harm, and some blood as well. Also some stuff with paranoia?? not sure if that needs to be tagged but yeah, if i missed any lemme know pls /srs

ends a bit abruptly this one but wehh

Kitsch studied the Deer across the room from him, as he had been for a couple cycles now. He was still trying to figure out how exactly it got here.

Maybe he was hallucinating now. That would certainly explain a lot. Nevermind how real it felt and acted.

It chewed at the wooden floorboards as if there were grass there. Add that to his list of evidence that it wasn’t real. Deers don’t do that. Deers don’t typically end up in a hotel room a few floors up, regardless of any given time loop.

Robotically, he sat up, his gaze still fixated on the animal. It flicked an ear in acknowledgement of his movement, but showed little other reaction. Yeah, he’d take that as more evidence. He stood up, out of bed, with a groan. His bones creaked and ached from the lack of use. Everything got slightly more blurry. He didn’t mind, this happened a lot.

He slowly approached the Deer. It finally raised its head as he approached, regarding him impassively. He extended a hand to it, feeling the too-long, wolf-like fur along its neck. It felt real. It felt real. But how did he know?

His grip tightened on it, nails digging into the skin under the thick fur, hand pulling at the hair itself. For a second, the Deer still showed no reaction, almost convincing him of his suspicions.

Then it opened its jaw, and it had a full set of canine teeth. Suddenly, those teeth were in the space between his neck and his left shoulder, biting into him with an iron grip.

Kitsch let out a cry of agony, his hand pulling chunks of fur out as it was retracted from the animal, trying to pull his body away. He felt its hold tighten in response— –

Kitsch awoke in his bed again, another loop wasted. His shoulder was newly healed – well, ehh, not quite. It was never struck in the first place now, technically. Still, the phantom pain remained, as it would for perhaps a couple more hours now.

Strange. Hallucinations aren’t usually able to kill you. Or at least, severely wound you. He looked to the Deer — Yep, still there. It was watching him now, perhaps a little cautiously. The fur on the side of its neck was still matted and slightly bloodied.

Wait, no. That. Didn’t make sense. How was it still injured?

He sat up again, and this time its ears pricked up attentively. He decided not to move any more, just in case it chose to run off instead of attacking him again. He didn’t want it to leave yet.

Surely, it couldn’t be real. That wouldn’t make any sense. He’d been stuck in this time loop for how long and never once had he even seen a deer like this one. Aside from the unnatural things about it – the pure white eyes, the long fur, the teeth – he was quite certain this type of deer was from Africa. He was in Canada.

“... How are you real..?” His voice was hardly a whisper, tinted with confusion and even a little fear. Maybe this was some trick. Surely. It had to be. That was the only explanation.

The Deer made little response. As it always did. It still seemed to be on high alert.. He wondered if it could understand him… Probably not. He scoffed a little at the thought, in hindsight. Yeah, most likely not. It’s an animal.

“I… Apologise. I thought you.. weren’t real” He wasn’t entirely sure why he chose to apologise anyway. Perhaps he was desperate to find humanity in this thing.

Very desperate, in fact, because he could have sworn he saw it relax, ever so slightly.

#tw animal harm #tw blood #birdo’s silly little guys #birdo babbles about the sillies #birdo babbles #birdo babbles for an extended period of time

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