a lot of the comments on that stained glass post are really funny because they assume the horse was like, a serious attempt and not me going "ok I've never used these tools before, I'm going in with no plan and just fucking up half sqft of glass while i learn how the cutter and pliers work" and then assembling the resulting shards into something vaguely resembling a horse to get the rest of the process down in my pre research fuck around and find out phase of learning a new skill.
Also the soldering looks like shit because the articles i found in the 20 minutes i was buying the stuff to start all said "flux makes the soldering better" in really vague terms without actually like, explaining that it lowers the flow point of the solder and makes the copper foil more receptive to it. so i assumed it wasn't necessary and was just used for vague betterness reasons and didn't buy any until a few days later when I started properly researching how to do things and found out it's actual job and that it's absolutely vital to the process.
So the solder isn't actually fully bound to the tape on the horse and is just like, melted overtop it following the lines of the tape. there's a distinct oval shape where the sides of the bead are up and off the tape instead of the domed shape it's actually supposed to be.
I also hadn't bought a grinder at that point bc I'm cheap and wanted to find one lightly used on ebay and also i wanted to wait for my pay check so I'd have a Little extra wiggle room with the whole shebang before i dropped 70 bucks on a tool i might not enjoy using too much.
which is to say, the whale is the first actual attempt and not the horse.
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WILLOW IM GOING CRAZY OVER YHAT POLL OMG YESSSSS
like, you and him were classmates for a long time, and maybe you knew each other through mutual friends? you’ve always had your small moments with Katsuki, like accidentally catching him stare at you, or you lending your umbrella to him with the justification of “I live close, and you hate the rain” running off before he can reject it, feelings bubbled deep within him that he’s semi conscious of but chooses to suppress. It’s been a few days that he’s been absent from school, rumours spread in the class until after a week and a half, it’s found out that he’s missing and the whole class take part in the few search partys for him in the woods near by. But nothing is found. Years pass and while you may have also felt something for him, you pushed it deep down too. But you could never shake off the feeling of being watched. It wasn’t all the time, but particularly when you were alone, it always felt like someone was with you, stalking, watching.
NDDHHDHGDEKJD SORRY THIS IS ME BEING EXCITED ABOUT YOUR NEW WIP!!! I HOPE THIS MAYBE GIVES A LITTLE INSPO?? CAN’T WAIT TO SEE HOW THEY MEET
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my dear my friend my love this is us rn: 🧠 ⚡️ 🧠 beow-weow-weow-weow-weow (this is the sound of our brain waves in sync)
i can very distinctly remember being in junior high and it's like the age when people around me started to "date" ?? so i was very aware of boys, but i still found them so irritating LOL and also cute which was so unfortunate. SO — i can easily see this being similar, when you are in some classes with bakugou and he's like 😒 such a brat and a know-it-all and a lil bully 😒 but sometimes you get paired up for projects or in games or happen to sit together at lunch or walk home together and it's like. he's still a pain in the ass !!! but your heart is racing and so is his and you're both kind of thinking like. no one would know if we had a first kiss rn 👀 ajfheuajq idk !!
and that's all you have of him once he disappears 🥺 on a school trip nonetheless !! midoriya and todoroki remember him being right there ??? and then he was gone ??? and you aren't on the school trip, so you just kind of hear rumors about it until the boys return very suddenly, sooner than they were supposed to. and now it's a thing, on the local news and stuff 🥺 and you're still young, so it's so odd !! to have known a boy with his face on the television and your parents asking if you knew him and having class called out so you can volunteer in searching for him 🥺 SAD !!
(you start to have these weird nightmares after that. when you wake up in the middle of the night and feel something, but you're so frozen with fear that you can't even move your head to look out the window, because you're afraid to see the red eyes staring back at you.)
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we've found it folks: mcmansion heaven
Hello everyone. It is my pleasure to bring you the greatest house I have ever seen. The house of a true visionary. A real ad-hocist. A genuine pioneer of fenestration. This house is in Alabama. It was built in 1980 and costs around $5 million. It is worth every penny. Perhaps more.
Now, I know what you're thinking: "Come on, Kate, that's a little kooky, but certainly it's not McMansion Heaven. This is very much a house in the earthly realm. Purgatory. McMansion Purgatory." Well, let me now play Beatrice to your Dante, young Pilgrim. Welcome. Welcome, welcome, welcome.
It is rare to find a house that has everything. A house that wills itself into Postmodernism yet remains unable to let go of the kookiest moments of the prior zeitgeist, the Bruce Goffs and Earthships, the commune houses built from car windshields, the seventies moments of psychedelic hippie fracture. It is everything. It has everything. It is theme park, it is High Tech. It is Renaissance (in the San Antonio Riverwalk sense of the word.) It is medieval. It is maybe the greatest pastiche to sucker itself to the side of a mountain, perilously overlooking a large body of water. Look at it. Just look.
The inside is white. This makes it dreamlike, almost benevolent. It is bright because this is McMansion Heaven and Gray is for McMansion Hell. There is an overbearing sheen of 80s optimism. In this house, the credit default swap has not yet been invented, but could be.
It takes a lot for me to drop the cocaine word because I think it's a cheap joke. But there's something about this example that makes it plausible, not in a derogatory way, but in a liberatory one, a sensuous one. Someone created this house to have a particular experience, a particular feeling. It possesses an element of true fantasy, the thematic. Its rooms are not meant to be one cohesive composition, but rather a series of scenes, of vastly different spatial moments, compressed, expanded, bright, close.
And then there's this kitchen for some reason. Or so you think. Everything the interior design tries to hide, namely how unceasingly peculiar the house is, it is not entirely able to because the choices made here remain decadent, indulgent, albeit in a more familiar way.
Rare is it to discover an interior wherein one truly must wear sunglasses. The environment created in service to transparency has to somewhat prevent the elements from penetrating too deep while retaining their desirable qualities. I don't think an architect designed this house. An architect would have had access to specifically engineered products for this purpose. Whoever built this house had certain access to architectural catalogues but not those used in the highest end or most structurally complex projects. The customization here lies in the assemblage of materials and in doing so stretches them to the height of their imaginative capacity. To borrow from Charles Jencks, ad-hoc is a perfect description. It is an architecture of availability and of adventure.
A small interlude. We are outside. There is no rear exterior view of this house because it would be impossible to get one from the scrawny lawn that lies at its depths. This space is intended to serve the same purpose, which is to look upon the house itself as much as gaze from the house to the world beyond.
Living in a city, I often think about exhibitionism. Living in a city is inherently exhibitionist. A house is a permeable visible surface; it is entirely possible that someone will catch a glimpse of me they're not supposed to when I rush to the living room in only a t-shirt to turn out the light before bed. But this is a space that is only exhibitionist in the sense that it is an architecture of exposure, and yet this exposure would not be possible without the protection of the site, of the distance from every other pair of eyes. In this respect, a double freedom is secured. The window intimates the potential of seeing. But no one sees.
At the heart of this house lies a strange mix of concepts. Postmodern classicist columns of the Disney World set. The unpolished edge of the vernacular. There is also an organicist bent to the whole thing, something more Goff than Gaudí, and here we see some of the house's most organic forms, the monolith- or shell-like vanity mixed with the luminous artifice of mirrors and white. A backlit cave, primitive and performative at the same time, which is, in essence, the dialectic of the luxury bathroom.
And yet our McMansion Heaven is still a McMansion. It is still an accumulation of deliberate signifiers of wealth, very much a construction with the secondary purpose of invoking envy, a palatial residence designed without much cohesion. The presence of golf, of wood, of masculine and patriarchal symbolism with an undercurrent of luxury drives that point home. The McMansion can aspire to an art form, but there are still many levels to ascend before one gets to where God's sitting.
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