#silk act

[the-badger-mole]

Love how you shamelessly hate Aang—I mean this totally as a compliment by the way! I’m so tired of seeing “I ship Zutara but I LOOOOVE Aang he’s a cinnamon roll baby!!!” and “you can like Zutara and also like Aang” and “it’s the WRITING that’s bad not Aang!” takes…ugh. Please. He’s a cartoon character and I don’t like him. That isn’t a crime. He’s boring at best and an entitled borderline abusive little shit at worst. I don’t like him! It’s so refreshing to read your blog, I don’t understand this fandom’s obsession with acting like he’s a real child we have to coddle

I don't understand it either. Then again, I will go to the mat to defend some pretty controversial characters, so who am I to judge (justice for Mr. Collins!) ? I don't mind that other people like him -some of my favorite people in the fandom like him- as long as they don't come after me for not liking him.

But yeah, the defense of him boiling down to "bad writing" always felt off. To me, bad writing is when the character suddenly takes actions that seem to come out of nowhere. Aang's actions in the back half of ATLA and into the comics and LoK track. They track very well with who he was even in the first season. Yes, he got worse as the series progressed, but the seeds were always there. I guess, if you want to make an argument for it being bad writing, you could talk about how his bad traits in the first half seemed to be setting up a growth arc that was abandoned in the second half. There's an argument to be made there, but it's not an argument that Aang's worst traits were OOC for him. I am not shocked at the kind of family Aang ended up having. I'm not shocked at how Kataang the couple turned out. I'm only shocked that Bryke managed to be that honest about Aang without realizing how awful he was.

#atla #anti aang #anti kataang #okay i feel the need to explain myself with mr. collins #is he the best character? #no #does he seem like a joyless drip? #yes #but in his defense he just started a new job and his livelihood depended on him kissing his rich boss' silk clad bottom #his drippiness is job security #am i glad lizzie turned him down? #ABSOLUTELY! #but him wanting to marry one of the bennet girls was an act of kindness that i don't think gets the credit it deserves #he was trying to make sure his cousins wouldn't have to face a life of poverty and insecurity after their father died #that was mad decent of him! #i will die on that hill

[sisididis]

Bianca and Nico di Angelo’s story is equal parts heartbreaking and hilarious, because imagine this. You are two Venetian children (aged 12 and 10 respectively) who don’t speak a lick of English yet you’re dropped off in the middle of 1930s Las Vegas. Although it feels like only 2 months have passed since your arrival, you and your sibling unknowingly spend 70 years in an atemporal limbo known as Lotus Hotel Casino. You learn English by playing tabletop games, bingo, ring toss, slots…even Mythomagic.

When you think about it, Bianca and Nico learned to speak English the same way 2010s kids learned by watching Pewdiepie and Markiplier on Youtube. 

#i was thinking about this today and made the connection with what my brother used to watch years ago #now if the lotus hotel casino is what the catholic limbo looks like then it wouldn’t be so bad to wait #truthfully anything sounds better than waiting years in line for a boat ride in the unfortunate case that you were buried without money #charon isn’t one for acts of charity is he #those italian silk suits don't come cheap #my entries #nico di angelo #bianca di angelo #percy jackson

[merry-andrews]

But what if in another universe, Kenshi stays in Yakuza with Johnny being his not-so-secret-celebrity-lover?!❤

#you don't get it. you don't understand!! I just love to wrap Johnny in silk and fur putting him in expensive clothes and high heels 💗✨🥺 #imagine if he gets mob boss' sweetheart title.. #he indeed deserves a fancy title like that ok. #in another universe Kenshi is evil and they won't marry or becoming boyfriends.. Johnny only stays his sweet secret #also Kenshi calls him by japaness nicknames when he greets Johnny by pulling him in his arms and kissing his cheek softly #Johnny is still an actor #its close to Marilyn Monroe life here #but have you ever seen mk1 Johnny?? he's a sweet sweet lovely darling pretty boy I want to spoil him!!! #want to pamper him. want him to act sassy and be sassy and Kenshi finds in so endearing #johnshi #johnny cage #johnny cage x kenshi takahashi #kenshi #kenshi takahashi #mk1

[mias-playground]

Lupita Nyong'o at the ''Black Panther: Wakanda Forever'' fan event at the Plaza Satelite. Nov 9th, 2022

✴️ Celebrities in Leather

#mias playground #celebs #acting #lupita nyong'o #leather #leather dress #silk cape #celebrities in leather

[witchlingsandwyverns]

Cropped WIP of a backburnered AU 👀

#shes an aerial silk dancer/trapeze artist and hes her partner in the act #pictured here after a close call #someone sabotaged her ropes and rigging and he almost didnt reach her in time

[gribbo]

In the hands of another minstrel, it would make a triumphant theme: Thorm trounced, his captives freed, his curse lifted from the land. Let another minstrel write it. The one who struggled up from the bowels of Moonrise Tower would rather find an unobtrusive corner in which to curl up and die.

"Somebody knocks you on the head every tenday," grumbles Barcus, as though it's a character flaw. His hand on the minstrel's jaw is rough and cool. "Follow my finger."

He seems to be holding up two. Peculiar. The minstrel does his best to watch them instead of falling over. "Did you see the"—he wobbles, peering over Barcus's shoulder—"aasimar?"

The Nightsong, tracking bits of Thorm across the hall, wings to Isobel in a blaze of moonfire. Barcus fails to notice. "You're more addled than I thought."

The minstrel could kiss him. If either of them deserved that.

He reports to the High Harper, who stops him midway and orders him to bed. Where bed has gone eludes him; Vally, he thinks, had shouldered his bedroll. Karlach, his pack. He looks for them in the hushed bustle of the hall: teary farewells here, his niece Nimble frowning at him there, the dead laid out yonder for the living to grieve. Harpers weeping for their fallen softly, businesslike. Victims of the cult, too, lying far from their families and friends—and Alfira where he expects her to be, hunched alone with her lute, feeling out the first fumbling chords of a threnody for them all.

It all makes sense, all of a sudden. He still has his gittern. When he drops onto the bench beside her, her hands stumble on the strings.

“Let’s sing for our supper, then,” he rasps without preamble, tuning up.

Alfira stares at him—huge, stunned eyes in a hollow face. “Really?”

Magga cammara, the minstrel thinks, she’s gotten thin. She’s not even famous yet.

“Go on,” he says gruffly. He fiddles for a moment in A minor before settling on something suitable. “I’ll back you.”

A slow, weary smile staggers across Alfira’s face.

It’s a grueling task, to sing in tribute for so many, for so long. Few would ask it of a singer so untried. But when Alfira’s voice lifts in lamentation like a rusty bell’s chime, heads turn; when he joins her in the second verse, the stentorian echo of her high mourner’s cry, the hush that follows is a grim gratification. They play long after their voices fail. He’s nodding over the gittern, his fingers plodding across the strings, when a warm, heavy hand envelops his shoulder. “Silk?”

“Karlach.” His voice scrapes like an old hinge. He blinks up at her, wondering why she’s so blurry. “There you are.”

“Here I am, sangster.” She turns from him, speaking gently to someone else. “Get some rest, Fira, hey?”

Whoever’s leaning on him rises with a willing mumble, leaving him cold. There’s a head on his knee, he realizes; he gives Mirkon’s curls a drowsy pat, then nudges him awake. Someone lifts the boy and carries him away. Around the hall, the torches burn like drowning stars.

Karlach’s hand keeps him steady. “Can you walk?”

He wobbles up. To his consternation, the hall tilts. Around him, the torchlights stretch and spin—

“Whoops,” Karlach says—and whisks him off his feet, bearing him who-knows-where. Hellion. He should object, probably. Keep his eyes open, certainly. Beneath his head, the machinery in her chest—that horrid death-clock, ticking—rattles a radiator-cough.

She smiles grimly at it. “Will you play one of those for me?”

A funeral dirge. His own tired heart beats off-tempo. “Oh, Karlach.”

“It was beautiful,” she says in her plain, awful way. “Will you?”

He’d sooner cut off his hands. Milil, he thinks, help me play happier music for these people. That triumphant theme. It’s in me, somewhere.

“Sangster?”

A voice speaks up somewhere past his eyelids. “Is he all right?”

“Asleep.” An infernal yawn. “Hells. I’m beat, too.”

Not quite asleep, he thinks. There’s a space between sleep and wakefulness, now, where the Prism-bearers’ minds mingle and meet. Gale’s drifting off thinking about a real bed, with sheets and blankets and such, so all of them are thinking about real beds. Them, the minstrel thinks muzzily, who are we, who are us.

Karlach’s thoughts, blunt and amused, brush his. You sound like that brain-thing.

Shadowheart, ever the eavesdropper, dips in. Are we going to keep it?

That headcheese? asks Vally.

Whatever will it eat, thinks Wyll, in our company?

Tsk’va. Lae’zel pretends to miss his joke. The creature is an abomination.

So are we, darling.

We! cries the intellect-devourer, somewhere else. It’s skittering after a rat, its simple joy rippling through their minds in alien hues. Whee!

Not a theme, the minstrel thinks, absently. Not a theme. He blinks up at Karlach with some effort. “Odd little medley, ours.”

Karlach blinks back at him.

Then she grins, brushfire-bright. “Catchy."

#act ii was my favorite #bg3 #microfic #barcus wroot #alfira #karlach #oc tag #silk #and assorted other characters

[photo-critter]

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#circus #circus acts #aerial silks #2023

[sweepseven]

I am once again demanding everyone watch this silks act

#what's the circus act equivalent of a style icon #I want to be whatever this entire act is #cirque du soleil #vitori #aerial silks #circus #Youtube

[lustfulcat]

Hee-Ryang is displeased

#steel under silk #snob #Hee-ryang #this man istg #he has me acting UP #I would ride him like I stole him #no lies #q

[innytoes]

Ooooo Willex circus AU? Hyped!!!

For someone with anxiety, Alex knows his job is a bit of a strange pick. Climbing a tiny ladder up to a tiny platform high, high above the ground only to fling himself into the air holding on to just a little bar attached to two pieces of wire doesn't seem like something people who get anxious easily would do.

But when he's in the air, he's flying. He's in complete control of his body, he knows exactly what to do, he knows exactly where the bar will be.

And most of all, he trusts his partner with his life. Willie will always be there to catch him, to grab him, just like they've practiced over and over a hundred, a million times. With every gasp of the crowd, Alex knows Willie will be at the end of it, steady hands and a firm grip, and a beautiful, sparkling smile just for him.

Yeah, Alex gets anxious about a lot of things, but two things in his life have never sent him into a panic. And that's being a trapeze artist, and falling in love with Willie.

#I was SO CLOSE to three paragraphs but then I had to split the middle ones lol #julie and the phantoms #willex #alex mercer #willie throckmorton #fanfic #circus au #alex also of course double checks the nets before every show but like... that's just common sense #they probably also do aerial silks together #just these sexy dancer boys flying through the air with each other #caleb is the thing master and reggie has a horde of trained animals that do tricks #luke and julie do a knife throwing act (julie throws the knives) #luke does a lot of flexing and dramatic posing with the knives and then goes: lol audience u thought #and then lets Julie throw them at him #I wrote a thing

[bright-and-burning]

this is very silly and rambling but i always think abt this akdjskjd (esp w/in the context of like . girl aus). like i have curly hair right and i biked part of my commute today and it absolutely wrecked my curls (EVEN THO I PUT THE HELMET ON OVER TOP OF MY HAIR WRAP rip) so like i just think abt how i would handle my hair with racing/helmets etc . also i can’t braid my own hair very well. this is a key factor bc i feel like half the women ive seen wear their hair in braids. where does the hair go if they don’t… maybe i just have a lot of hair but like thinking about how tight the helmets are you couldn’t wear it in a ponytail or bun right??? i could barely squeeze my BIKE HELMET on overtop of my hair piled on top of and squeezed down onto my head this morning. but then some of them just are on podiums hair out looking GOOD?? do they brush their hair before going out. i would look like hagrid. i would look a nightmare anyways between the sweat and the fabric rubbing on my hair literal rats nest combo. like i have to sleep w my hair up in a satin scrunchie AND w a satin pillowcase and i STILL occasionally get quite ratty. do they do satin linings on the [i am forgetting the word for the little hoods they wear under the helmet. sorry] or is that hazardous somehow. oh well i guess it would slip around if you weren’t careful abt how you designed it. i imagine this isn’t a massive concern but TO ME IT IS. especially w the kind of . appearance expectations placed on women. maybe there just aren’t that many ppl w long curly hair that don’t like straighten it. IDK i just think abt this a Lot

#i’m literally ordering a beanie w a silk lining so i can wear warm hats and take them off and not gain three inches of height in frizz #my boss is on vacation/out of office for the next week so if i’m acting wild that’s why

[lildemondude]

Welcome to the circus ✨🎨

#artists on tumblr #digital art #drawing #my art #procreate #queer artist #digital drawing #digital illustration #circuscore #circus art #circus acts #aerial silks #aerial hoop #circa #gymnastics #dance #dancers #contortion

[gribbo]

nigh-religious experience for silk as he encounters a cat that inexplicably doesn't hate the sight of him

#act three keeps crashing on me but i'm inching along #bg3 playthrough #screenshot #oc tag #silk

[dev1lsden]

"Fine, pink." Mutters grumpily. "With ruffles."

there's a moment of excitement, haarlep perked up with a widen smile, but fleeted at the word ruffles. deflated and mildly annoyed when brows weaved together. "fine. whatever you're into, sweet raphael. " there was a wicked glint to their expression, and a little too compliant. he'd better sleep with one eye open tonight.

#breadandbloodybutter #RUFFLES?? #haarlep: but i wanted the one in silk #hard to please? u bet #oh they gonna act out.

[shilohta]

I'm going to give a presentation on period underwear tomorrow and make the two men in the class briefly (ha) uncomfortable

#the research topic was an innovation in textiles that's in use or development #I originally was going to do spider silk but the more I research the more it sounds like artificial spider silk is a scam #spiders are very cool and it's an act of hubris to think humans can achieve their level of fiber sophistication #I was also interested in SPACE FABRIC but am not 100% sure that it counts as a textile. strictly speaking #the challenge now is to find informative sources on how period underwear works #also there's only 9 people in the class