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mocktortis · 23 days

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One of the zaniest experiences I've had studying Alice's Adventures in Wonderland is watching Carrollian scholars argue over what the weather was on July 4, 1862.

Most people who are interested in Alice have heard that Lewis Carroll, aka Charles Dodgson, first told the story on a boating trip to three girls, Lorina, Alice, and Edith Liddell, who were daughters of one of Carroll's colleagues. Carroll and others have described the afternoon many times: in the prefatory poem to Alice, Carroll opens with 'All in the golden afternoon'; in the epilogue poem Carroll talks about 'a boat, beneath a sunny sky'; in an article Carroll wrote for The Theatre, he again describes it as a golden afternoon; Alice Liddell once described it for The Life and Letters of Lewis Carroll as a day where "the sun was so burning" they had to leave the boat and get into the shade; another quote from Alice, supplied to Cornhill Magazine by her son, calls it a "blazing summer afternoon with the heat haze shimmering over the meadows". Martin Gardner includes the full versions of all of the quotes in his Annotated Alice, and they take up nearly a full page.

AND AFTER ALL THAT Gardner writes, "It is with sadness I add that when a check was made in 1950 with the London meteorological office (as reported in Helmut Gernsheim's Lewis Carroll: Photographer) records indicated that the weather near Oxford on July 4, 1862, was "cool and rather wet."" He includes one other period sources that confirms this, and admits that maybe Carroll and Alice are misremembering the weather.

AND THEN HE CONCLUDES BY RECOMMENDING AN ARTICLE ARGUING THAT THE WEATHER REALLY WAS HOT AND SUNNY (the article is called "The Weather on Alice in Wonderland Day, 4 July 1862, if you're curious). I love Martin Gardner's ramblings, but this one really takes the cake, and it's only the first footnote in AA. It boggles my brain in ways I can't fully express.

#alice's adventures in wonderland #alice in wonderland #annotated alice #Martin gardner #I need someone else to understand how bonkers this is

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kitchenisking · 2 years

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We have made it tot he end of the month! summer is over😔 so to make it sting a little less, here's another rec☺️🥰❤️

Need Your Hands On Me by LadyDrace - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2784, sterek)

Derek isn't great at asking for what he wants in bed. Stiles tries to change that.

Purple Haze by esorave - (Rating: Mature, Words: 16331, sterek)

When practice-fighting in the woods, it is very important not to disturb stone circles where Pixies may dwell because Pixies are pranksters and Derek and Stiles are now under their spell.

The one where Derek and Stiles keep forgetting who they are and can't keep their hands off each other, and then every time they remember who they are, they forget what their amnesiac selves were doing.

Adult Wolf by KouriArashi - (Rating: T, Words: 232475, sterek)

As if Sheriff Stilinski doesn't have enough to deal with, now he's been attacked by some enormous dog in the forest, and that's normal compared to what happens next...

Re-telling of seasons 1-3B with Sheriff Stilinski being bitten instead of Scott.

Waning Crescent by Dexterous_Sinistrous - (Rating: Mature, Words: 30761, sterek)

Derek’s scent was a heady warmth that enveloped Stiles’ senses.

It was like the first strike of rain in a dried forest. A crisp smokiness to the tickle of petrichor.

It lit up an unfamiliar spark in Stiles’ gut.

And for the first time in a couple hundred years, his fangs ached.

Can't Take the Heat? by Ilovesocks_24 - (Rating: T, Words: 55425, sterek)

“Hi, I’m Stiles, and what I have for you today is…”

“Stop, just stop.” Grumpy Eyebrows interrupted. “That is honestly the worst looking Pasta Primavera I have ever seen. I don’t even want to eat it, it looks so bad.”

Stiles narrowed his eyes. No one insulted his creamy bacon carbonara without even trying it. And no one insulted his creamy bacon carbonara after they tried it either.

“It’s actually a Creamy Bacon Carbonara, asshole,” Stiles snapped. “And for the record, it’s supposed to look like that.” Or the one where Stiles is a new sous chef at Full Moon Steakhouse and Derek is the Gordon Ramsay of all head chefs. So of course they fall in love.

Let Me Be Yours by EvanesDust, isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) - (Rating: T, Words: 30348, sterek)

What if Stiles did end up believing one day and he got a soulmark and it... wasn’t Derek’s? What if it was a completely different design? Derek would hate the other person on principle because they would’ve gotten what he wanted.

Hadn’t he earned Stiles? He’d been there for him for years, and they were both such good friends, and had stuck by one another regardless of their differences. He was sitting in a fucking movie theatre to watch a movie he wasn’t at all interested in instead of playing ultimate frisbee with Boyd and some other friends, for fuck’s sake. He loved ultimate frisbee! Much more than superhero movies!

But not more than Stiles.

He couldn’t possibly love anything more than Stiles.

Gon' fill you up by BeTheDerekToMyStiles - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2702, sterek)

The first time Derek said it out loud, Stiles stopped moving back onto his dick.

The words had fallen right in-between the usual slurred praises of ‘good boy’ and ‘so tight’. Those weren’t strange at all to Stiles, he enjoyed being praised like that, but the ‘gon’fill you up with my babies’ was definitely something very new indeed.

Where There’s Love... by Anxiety_Baker02 - (Rating: G, Words: 6472, sterek)

Peter shook his head, his brow furrowed. “No, not...he’s back.”

By now everyone in the loft was watching the interaction with high apprehension. Peter was like 99.999% sane now, but once and awhile he had a lapse, an episode. It usually ended with blood- almost always Peter’s- and then Peter hiding away from the pack for a week or two.

“Who’s back?” Lydia asked cautiously.

“Derek,” Peter said like it was obvious. “Stiles brought Derek back. He’s himself again.”

Moving on From Him is Impossible by linksofmemories_archive - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6053, sterek)

“Stiles, I’m right here,” Derek said, taking his face in his hands. “Look at me, okay? I’m real.”

“You’re not.”

“Of course I am, you idiot,” Derek said, taking one of Stiles’ hands and pressing it over his heart. “Does that feel fake to you? I’m real and I’m right here.”

When You Wish Upon a Nymph by KaliopeShipsIt - (Rating: T, Words: 19071, sterek)

Sheriff Stilinski rescues a nymph who wants to grant him a wish in exchange.

John accidentally wishes for a grandchild and chaos ensues.

A Derek!Mpreg as witnessed from John's POV.

Merry Christmas everyone :)

#stiles x derek #sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #fanfiction #ficrec #kitcheniskingficrecs

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ravenousminds · 9 months

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𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖳𝖲

full name: jordan alexander warren

nickname: alex, xander

age/date of birth: 36 / may 8th, 1986

zodiac sign: taurus ☼ libra ☾ cancer ↑

gender identity: cis male (he/him)

place of birth: angelwoods

current location: angelwoods

living situation: owns a nice home that he shares with his dog, pollux.

sexual orientation: demisexual

religion: believer but doesn’t subscribe to any religion

occupation: author, formerly fbi agent

fears: leaving the world worst than he entered it, hurting people.

hobbies: writing, musical theatre, camping, reading,

likes:see above + nature, cooking, history, volunteering, sports.

dislikes: talking about his past

languages spoken: english, malay, spanish, french, italian, russian

height: 6 feet

instruments played: guitar, piano

tattoos: a phoenix on his back, a minimalist tattoo from the song ‘from eden’ by hozier where the word idealism sits in a small prison and it’s located on his left ribcage, the date of his mom’s passing and his sibling’s disappearance on his chest, the phrase ‘when i was drowning, that’s where i could finally breathe’ from the song clean by taylor swift on his right forearm.

piercings: n/a

favorite color: blue, red, green

favorite food: anything, but specially pies (he has memories attached to pies)

allergies: n/a

right or left-handed?: right-handed.

parents: robert warren & alycia reynolds (nee: ong)

sibling(s): a younger sibling, whereabouts unknown (there may be more half siblings, who knows?)

pet(s):a four year old labradoodle named pollux

ABOUT

tl;dr: was born in a broken home in angelwoods, lost all his family by age 15 and from then on he fend for himself. knowing all he had left was himself, alex began working harder than ever to get through the last years of high school and applied to angelwood's university where he studied criminal justice for 4 years and for the first time learned what a real family looked like. once he graduated he moved to virginia after he enlisted in the fbi, did the whole process and once he was in he was situated in ny for a few years. he worked tirelessly, making a name for himself in the bureau al whilst never quite feeling happy. it wasn't until a life-altering trip to malaysia to visit his mother's family where he reconnected with lyla (an old crush who would later on become his girlfriend and ultimately, his wife) and a work accident that nearly took his life that the then agent realized he didn't quite enjoy the path he had taken in life and ultimately quit. alex and lyla began traveling the world together after he resigned, which gave him the time to write everything he had lived whilst working for the fbi down and he ended up turning one of his many stories into a book that surprisingly got picked by an indie publishing house in new york and got printed, it ended up becoming a best seller, earning him the title of author. somewhere in the haze of it all, his relationship with lyla began to suffer due to distance and the two of them wanting different things in life, and the two broke things off leaving completely heartbroken before even turning 30.

at age 35, with nothing tying him to ny and with a deal of two more books he had to work on, alex moved back to angelwoods trying to find both the inspiration and the feeling of belonging he had once felt while living in the little town many years ago.

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𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖲𝖮𝖭𝖠𝖫𝖨𝖳𝖸

For the most part, Alexander is a very loving and caring person. He genuinely cares about making those around him happy, he is very protective of those he loves, sometimes to a fault. But he always has good intentions, unless you hurt someone he loves, then he can be hell on earth and he has the FBI on his side so really, don’t cross him.

He can get VERY hot-heated, he is a very passionate guy when something really interests him.

He’s basically tired ???? all the time??? he doesn’t sleep that much but he’s getting better at it now that he doesn’t sleep alone) but yeah, big part of his personality, either tired or drinking coffee.

Kind of a mess, he tries to hides it because he knows people around him need him and he wants to be there for them plus he is like, someone in the literature world now so, he has to appear to have it all together but... yeah

Honestly, just a very tired old golden retriever with an awful past he is still trying to deal with.

#📂 ⤷ 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 : 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛.𝚠 / about #reunion.intro

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rndyounghowze · 1 year

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Theatre Is The Only Artform That Fundamentally Changes The Minute It Is Filmed

By RnD

During the first two years of reviewing digital theatre during the pandemic we got in a lot of bitter arguments with who we’ll politely call “theatre purists” who just seemed to hate the entire movement. With the haze of the moment passed we admit that people were depressed. Theatre practitioners were rightfully sad and there was so much uncertainty in those two years. Then there were purists who were stuck in their ways and kept pushing back at everything we said. They were adamant that anytime theatre was filmed it somehow became a different artform whatsoever. The minute that theatre was filmed it automatically became a movie. This is what prompted Dana to create this phrase that shook up everything we ever assumed about theatre: Theatre is the only artform that fundamentally changes the minute that it is filmed.

During this time we had reviewed dancers, burlesque performers, clowns, and acrobats. When a clown performs in person they are a clown, when you put them in front of a camera they are still a clown. This is the same for dancers, musicians, sword swallowers, and escape artists. Whether they are in front of a camera or onstage their art barely changes. A stage actor suddenly becomes a film actor. A stage director suddenly becomes a film director. Everything about the show becomes different when you have put it on the camera. Or does it? Does this little camera lens have this ability to completely change the DNA of an entire artform?

We have said this before and we will say this again until the heat death of the universe: The camera doesn’t make something a film, all the artists USING the camera make it a film. The director making the story boards, the director of photography lining up the shots, the gaffers lighting the scene, the production designer building the sets, all the way to the editor cutting shots together. These artists have come together and taken a script from pre-production all the way to the final product intending it to be a film! Saying that the camera makes theatre a film is really insulting to the whole of film artists AND to theatre artists too!

When you say something like this about theatre you are making theatre something fragile, something worthless. You are not respecting yourselves or your fellow artists. Theatre is an act of consecration. Theatre artists enter a space and make a pact they will create a show for an audience that will enter this space. They perform this show for this audience and go home. The space, the people, and the show will never quite be the same. That’s what is special about the theatre. Theatre is not the space or the stage, it’s the ephemeral show that will never be the same way twice.

The great thing about digital theatre is that it is where theatre and film shake hands. We bring skills from theatre, film, live-streaming, social media, etc to consecrate a virtual playing space for a community across the globe that will never be the same again. It doesn’t even exist in the same world! Theatre is this magical ephemeral medium where people connect and see themselves. Using this virtual medium we’re making connections and stories that we couldn’t even dream of years ago. This is what makes digital theatre special. So have some respect for yourself and respect these mediums that we have worked so hard in. You deserve it.

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mediaomnivore · 24 days

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On Friday night, my partner and I went to see Kagero-za (陽炎座), a 1981 film whose Japanese title translates as "heat haze theatre."

#Seijun Suzuki #film #鈴木清順 #japan #japanese film #陽炎座

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shiningwizard · 6 years

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Kagero-za (Suzuki Seijun, 1981) a man's curiosity (and hormones) drives him into ghost world. and this is a ghost world of a movie. deeply mysterious and disorienting. sensual. irresistable.

#陽炎座 #kagero-za #heat-haze theatre #last movie i saw #A-

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jueki · 7 years

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Heat-Haze Theatre 1981 ‘陽炎座’ Directed by Seijun Suzuki

#Heat-Haze Theatre #Kagerō-za #caps #jmovie

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thisobscuredesireforbeauty · 7 years

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Heat-Haze Theatre (Dir. Seijun Suzuki, 1981). Source

#seijun suzuki #heat-haze theatre

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manganic-malaria · 7 years

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Kagerō-za (Heat-Haze Theatre), 1981

#Kagerō-za #Heat-Haze Theatre #Heat Shimmer Theater #Seijun Suzuki #Kazue Nagatsuka #Noriyoshi Ikeya #1981

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ozu-teapot · 7 years

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Kagerô-za | Seijun Suzuki | 1981

Michiyo Ohkusu

#Michiyo Ohkusu #Seijun Suzuki #Kagerô-za #Kagero Za #1981 #Heat Haze Theatre #Heat Shimmer Theater

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coelacance · 7 years

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heat-haze theatre (seijun suzuki, 1981)

#heat haze theatre #kagero za #seijun suzuki #japan #1980s #horror

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mysticartsydaydream · 2 years

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DRESSING ROOM DRESSING ROOM DRESSING ROOM

Ask and ye shall receive! Because the original prompt didn’t clarify, I’m taking creative liberties with this one. Hope you enjoy! 👀🔞

Backstage Romance (SMUT)

The show ran close to perfection. A few mishaps or line stumbles here and there, but that’s just the magic of live theatre. You, however, had one of the best performances of your run so far, and it’s lucky your boyfriend could be there to see it tonight. He’s been busy kicking ass and saving universes from collapse, but he abdicated his duties as an elite sorcerer to watch you shine. He would move mountains to see that.

After leaving the stage door and heading back to pack up your things, you smile down at the note Stephen attached to the roses he handed you as you came outside, your eyes finding him first. The pride in his gaze gave you butterflies in your stomach. He yearns to see you happy and knows that the stage is your happy place. You have to be the luckiest girl in the world or at least have won a supreme deity’s favor.

“The life of a star, huh?” In the doorway to the dressing room stands your Stephen, a smile on his face as he observes you. Your head turns to the door, heart jumping momentarily before realizing it’s just him, and you sigh, zipping up your makeup case.

“You shouldn’t be back here, I told you I’d be 10 minutes, babe.”

He takes a few steps inside, pulling the door slightly closed, and looks around at the dressing room. The costumes, the notes on the mirror. “Can’t blame me for wanting to see where the magic happens. And forgive my impatience, but it’s been 8 minutes and 36 seconds after I just spent the last two and a half hours watching my lover yearning after somebody else.”

You chuckle. “There it is. Somebody’s jealous.”

“I am not jealous,” he argues.

“You literally just admitted that you are. And it’s fine. Personally, I think it’s adorable.”

Stephen grumbles. “You would think that, you’re the one kissing him and touching him and wearing… that.” He gestures to the silk slip dress, one of your costumes towards the end of the second act for a more intimate scene with your love interest.

You smile and pinch his cheek. “It’s called acting, Stephen. He’s cute, sure, but he’s not my type. Plus he’s totally falling for one of the girls in the pit. And I’m in love with the most handsome sorcerer in the universe, so who really wins?”

“Must’ve been some fine acting then.” You roll your eyes. His voice deepens as he brings his lips to your ear. “I think you’re just gonna have to prove to me what’s acting and what isn’t.”

He presses you against the counter and kisses down your neck, finding the spot that curls your toes every time. You gasp, losing yourself momentarily in his touch. He’s got a way of doing that. Before you remember where you are.

“Wait, here? Now,” you breathe, already feeling heat flood your cheeks.

“Like I said, forgive my impatience.” His hands find the curves of your waist, and he squeezes the flesh of your ass.

“Someone could walk in. What if they hear us?”

He pauses his pursuit momentarily as he holds your chin with one hand and strokes a thumb over your bottom lip.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to be quiet for me, won’t you, kitten? You can do that, right? Be a good girl?”

Ah, your primary weakness exploited. And Stephen knows it too. The moment those two fateful words leave his lips, you’re gone, ready to do anything to maintain his favor. You nod, the haze of lust clouding your vision till all you can see is him.

“Turn around.” In his arms, you face away from him and find yourself staring in the mirror. Oh god.

You lean onto your hands as Stephen presses his body into yours. One of his hands slides up your arm and across your collarbone to dance ever so slightly with the flesh of your throat. Your pulse flutters in your neck. He lets out a sinister chuckle.

“My baby likes the thought of being choked, does she? That turn you on?” He knows it does. You nod, your eyes drifting closed. “We’ll have to wait for that till you can tell me just how much you really like it.”

For a moment, you pout. That is, until Stephen slides the fabric of your dress up and exposes your ass, his fingers teasing the waistband of your underwear.

“Stay quiet or I stop. Got it?” You nod, and his hand snakes around to your front and moves your panties to the side, dipping his fingers to tease your entrance. Your eyes close as you gasp, your head tilting backwards, but Stephen’s voice snaps you back. “Ah-ah. Watch.”

You struggle to keep your eyes on the mirror, especially as Stephen’s other hand wraps around your hip, his fingers spreading possessively as he grips you tightly. After teasing just long enough for you to grind your hips back into him, he sinks his fingers inside of you and relishes the way you bite back your moan. You want to let him know how godly his fingers feel inside of you, but you know what he asked of you and swore to keep your promise.

“I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this, gets to fuck you like this. Do you understand?” You nod vigorously, and he grabs your chin, turning you to face him. “Words, kitten.”

“Yes, sir.”

The smile spreads across his face as he kisses you deeply, a most pleasant reward for your obedience. “That’s my girl,” he praises against your lips. “You want me to fuck you now?”

“Please?” It’s almost a whimper. He knows how badly you need to be filled, how desperately you crave his touch, and he’s more than willing to acquiesce.

Your underwear falls in a pool at your feet, and despite the temptation Stephen has to bend down, kiss his way up your leg, tease your dripping core with his tongue, he knows you have to be quick. So he doesn’t and, instead, places a palm on your back to set you up at the ideal angle. He strokes himself a few times before lining up and sliding inside your tight hole. The way he groans as he sinks into you never gets old.

Every time your eyes drift from the two of you in the mirror, Stephen forces your chin back to face the front. Shaking his head with a winning smirk. It only makes him thrust harder into you as he’s trying to make you lose control. But watching you is simultaneously breaking his control as well.

“Stephen, please...”

“Tell me I’m the only one. Who’s making you feel this good, baby?”

“You,” you moan. “Only you. God, Stephen I’m so close...”

He smiles and bites your earlobe. “Yeah? You’re gonna come for me? Make a mess all over my cock?”

You nod and arch your back as you feel the beginnings of your orgasm take hold. Stephen, once again, grips your chin and commands you to watch the mirror. “If I see your eyes leave that mirror again, I will edge you for a week, do you hear me?”

You nod and redouble your focus on the mirror, your bodies, his face. He thrusts slower, more deliberately than before. Your knuckles turn white as they grip the counter.

“Look at how pretty we are, baby. Look at how beautifully you take my cock. You’re gonna remember this, aren’t you? The way that I see you? My gorgeous girl, just look at you. Your face, your body, this dress. So fucking beautiful, and guess what? You’re all mine.”

“Mmmm, yes, Stephen, I’m yours!”

He speeds up his thrusts, quickly losing his composure. “Come for me, beautiful. Squeeze my cock. Yeah, just like that. Fucking come for me.”

Your eyes concentrated on your bodies moving together, Stephen’s hand beneath your dress caressing your nipple, anything to fulfill your promise, you allow yourself to let go and give in to the pleasure, your orgasm cresting over you in an all-encompassing wave, your lover not far behind.

Together, you both regain control of your breathing as you right your clothes and face each other, kissing passionately. You worry about kindling another fire you definitely don’t have time to put out. Especially not as the stage manager’s voice echoes through the theater.

“Theater all clear? Anyone still here?”

You pull away from his lips. “Fuck. Oh fuck, fuck fuck… what are we gonna do?”

Their footsteps draw closer to the dressing room door. Instinctively, you fix your hair, preparing a list of excuses why your boyfriend is in a backstage area. You think you’re done for, absolute toast, never going to book a show again… then Stephen waves his hand and turns the lights off overhead, sending you a wink in the darkness. You’re still not used to that.

The stage manager’s footsteps retreat as the lights inside the theater hum, powering down for the evening. Stephen takes your arm and, with a wave of his fingers, creates a portal back to the Sanctum.

“How about an encore? Privately, this time?”

You blush and squeeze his arm. How could you say no to a private show?

#doctor strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #doctor strange smut #stephen strange smut #mcu smut #mcu imagine #whoever requested this #THANK YOU times infinity #AHHHHH #this was so fun to write #I definitely need to do more of these #hope you enjoy it!

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