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scandalacious · 1 year

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Simple pleasures.

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thorsenmark · 2 months

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Refreshing My Spirit with Views of Mountains and the Bow Rivers (Banff National Park) by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: While at the Castle Mountain Viewpoint with a view looking to the north along the shoreline of the Bow River. This is in Banff National Park. My thought on composing this image was to look up stream and pull back on the focal length to include both sides of the river, as well as using Castle Mountain as a distant backdrop for this setting.

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jawnwutson · 7 months

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Family Room - Family Room

Inspiration for a large, enclosed game room remodel with a light-colored floor and a television mounted on the wall.

#windermere #blue shaker #lime render #lime #country #home

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il-faut-etre-shooter · 9 months

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Transitional Powder Room - Bathroom

a powder room with a built-in vanity, recessed-panel cabinets, white cabinets, granite countertops, and glass tiles in a mid-sized transitional style.

#recessed panel drawers #windermere #bowl sink #blue bowl sink #transitional powder room #keenes point

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delhiboye · 2 years

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Miss beautiful south Australia at #mountgambier #australia #bluelake #desi #mountdandenong #skyhighmountdandenong #delhiboye #apnatravelchannel #travel #blue #sky #lakedistrict #windermere #indiandesigners #kurta #indiandresses #lifeisblue #roadsign #orange #bluesky #indianwedding #indianoutfit #lovers #indianinuk #explorer #chefsunilganpati #masti #chalmerebhai #blackjacket (at Blue Lake, Mount Gambier South Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cipgeq0oRLT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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milolunde · 3 days

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Triplets Born

Like most things, I started rewatching Sonic Underground for fun and nostalgia and ended up making a version of it for myself in my head. However, UNLIKE most things, I felt I needed to draw it immediately instead of keeping it in my head.

Welcome to the stage Sonic Subternion

There was a time when Robotroplis was beautiful, full of life and peace, a time when it was known as Mobotroplis. Mobians were free to take part in the glory the queendom had to offer. They were free to take charge of their future, build a home, explore the world. But, just after my children were born the evil Doctor Robotnik used his technology to turn our world into a place of terror. Capturing the great realm of Mobotroplis, Doctor Robotnik and his machines turned our paradise into a prison of concrete and metal.

As the source of Robotnik’s wealth, the aristocrats were left to play their tea parties and lavish masquerades, dooming my people to mechanical graves of servitude. Refusing to bend to Robotnik’s terror, he stripped me of my right as Queen, placing a bounty on my head… and the heads of my infant babies. Imprisoned in my own home, unable to aid my beloved queendom, I was left with a choice: Submit and forfeit Mobotroplis, or forfeit the life of my family. When all hope was lost, the Oracle of Delphius revealed to me a prophecy…

You must give up your children, separate, hide them from the evil that seeks their demise. Someday, you will reunite and overthrow Robotnik as the Lost Council of Four. But you must not act too soon. Cement your place in this destiny, for revealing yourself too soon will plunge your world into catastrophe.

To give up my babies, to leave my queendom to the hands of Robotnik, then stand idle for years while the prophecy became realized. The Oracle laid before me a destiny where my worst fears were set in stone. Without a choice, I took my babies, smuggled myself and them out of the prison that was meant to be our palace home, and left them on the doorsteps to their true destinies… then fled.

Sonia “Sophia” Windermere

On the steps of House Windermere, Queen Aleena hesitated. The Windermere family had been sponsoring Robotnik since he first began the siege of Mobotropolis. Was leaving her darling daughter in the palm that fed Robotnik truly what destiny demanded? Looking at the lush garden within the tall fence, Aleena stepped through the dead grass to the gate entrance and left her daughter, her beautiful Sophia, cradled in her crib, and ran, imagining herself running with her children through the lush court grass to the grand fountain at the center.

Sonic “Oliver” Oakcrest-Hedgehog

Stepping carefully through the poison oak and already-dead pine saplings, Queen Aleena carried her baby boy through the woods strapped to her chest, arms curled around him in protection from the low branches. Upon hearing the rush of a waterfall, she took a breath and looked down at her baby. Wryly, she smiled at Oliver, who stared up at the sunset sky through the dead tree branches in awe. Untying the woven cradle from her back, she placed the sky-blue hoglet in the blankets, swaddled him tight, and gave him a final kiss before knocking on the cabin door and running back into the trees, arms shielding her face from the pine and twigs in her way. As she ran, she listened as the waterfall hushed and wondered what it would have been like to teach Oliver to swim.

Manic “Maurice” Roach

Fearfully creeping through the ruin of her queendom, the new city of Robotropolis, Queen Aleena held on tight to the handle of her basket. Draped in a cloth, she hoped to disguise the cradle as an ordinary basket for carrying groceries. However, the ornate design of the cradle could not be completely covered, and the shape undoubtedly gave away that it was anything but an ordinary basket. Hoping the shadows and late hour, fifteen minutes before curfew, would keep her hidden, she tread towards her destination. It was a humble home, its front door blocked off and relocated to the narrow passage between the home and its neighbor. She loomed in the alley, hesitating for a moment as the green light flickered above her. Her realm did not have shadows before, but there she stood, skulking through her own queendom. Blinking, she set the cradle down and uncovered it, heart swimming when she laid eyes on Maurice. She brushed his quills, kissed him twice, then soothed her hand across his body, watching as he drifted to sleep with his medallion in his mouth. Finally standing, she covered the basket, rang the bell, and fled to hide for the night before curfew officially arrived. She ran with her eyes forward, knowing if she looked back she would gather her son into her arms in an instant. Tears stung her eyes and she wondered if fulfilling a cruel destiny felt much like being watched: Fingers numb and quills on end as it peered through the back of her throat.

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That's it as far as origins go... Sonic does still end up with Chuck a few years after living with the Oakcrest family, and Manic is still super kidnapped after Aleena leaves, but I thought that would lend better to another post. That is, if I have the motivation to make another post lol. I really enjoyed making this one. It's refreshing to get my ideas out somehow rather than just letting them stir in my head until I forget about it. WELL please let me know, of you read this far, if you liked it! I plan to do more with this "rewrite" or "AU" or whatever it is. Not sure what form it will take, but I already have how they all meet typed out somewhere and I look forward to sharing it!

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #my art #sonic #manic the hedgehog #sonia the hedgehog #sonic underground #Sonic Underground rewritten #sonic subternion

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marlshroom · 4 months

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mob comes out in new merch?!??! [ID: image of mob from newly released mob pyscho 100 merch. he is wearing a white hoodie, and orange jacket, blue jeans and a bucket hat. in the background are line drawings of green carnations that are labeled with the name of the flower. the second image is a screenshot or a google search, saying, "Oscar Wilde popularised the Parisian trend of wearing a green carnation as a symbol of gay identity when he asked friends to wear them on their lapels to his play Lady Windermere's Fan in 1892. Worn on the left lapel, the green malmaison carnation became a 'code' for men who were attracted to other men." END ID]

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #shigeo kageyama

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puzzlebeanficrecs · 9 months

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I've been really into Ted Lasso recently and so about 75% of the fics I am currently reading are in this fandom. So I thought it was the perfect moment to share some of my favorite fics!

Roy/Jamie

wanna feel your heartlines by holtzmanns [General, No Archive Warnings Apply, 8,767 words]

The curtain around his bed is ripped back before Jamie has time to elaborate, and his words die on his tongue when the rather eyebrow-heavy man on the other side of the curtain grunts in his direction before looking down at his clipboard. Jamie’s eyes linger on the biceps poking out of his black scrubs, his muscled forearms that don’t appear to be solely from working in a hospital.

“Doctor Kent. I’ll be your physician today. Full name and date of birth, please?”

Jamie’s brow furrows at the question. This man really doesn’t know who he is?

The doctor rolls his eyes, as if he can read Jamie’s thoughts. “Procedure. Out with it.”

“Jamie Tartt, but you already know that.”

Once More, with Feeling by liesmyth [Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, 7,841 words]

“Amsterdam’s our thing, innit? It’s tradition. It’s like—the anniversary of when you learned to ride a bike. Your bikeversary.”

One year on, and they're playing Ajax again, in the fucking Champions League. After, Jamie has plans.

i don't belong and my beloved neither do you by instantcaramel [Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, 5,855 words]

He drives until he gets to a village near Lake Windermere. He only has the money he has from his last year and from selling his house in Manchester, but it’s enough to rent a place from a nice old lady who just wants to make some extra money.

or, the one where Jamie quits football and moves to a little village near Lake Windermere.

Roy/Jamie/Keeley

Finding warmth in a cold hotel by CherryPie0 [Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, 1,500 words]

He knows the team's budget hasn't been the same since the whole Dubai Air situation, but come on, they could at least stay at hotels where they won't fucking freeze to death by morning!

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Jamie has a problem. Then he finds a solution.

Heart Trouble by MoreThanSlightly (cadignan) [Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, 6,844 words]

“I tore his shirt after he hit me,” Jamie says, fucking unbearably helpful. He shrugs and tucks his hands into the bottom of his light blue hoodie. “I’m not sure exactly how it went after that.”

“He pushed you against a wall,” Keeley says.

“Er… no?” Jamie says, puzzled. He twists his hands, stretching the fabric over them. His brows draw together like he’s thinking really hard about whether their stupid, embarrassing, ineffectual fight in the middle of an alley involved any walls.

It didn’t. Roy doesn’t know much but he knows that. What the fuck is Keeley doing?

“That’s where you went wrong, then,” Keeley says, and amends, “One of many places you went wrong, mind. Let’s get it right this time.”

I've Got A Rainbow, It's In My Mouth by inlovewithnight [Not Rated, No Archive Warnings Apply, 10,442 words]

Jamie wasn't even supposed to come to Iceland. But here he is, and here Roy and Keeley are, and it's really not a bad time at all.

the talking bit by mixtapestar [Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, 4,531 words]

How is it that Jamie is always around? And now he wants to talk about something first thing in the morning without Keeley around? Roy isn't awake enough for this.

they say when it's right you know by inlovewithnight [Not Rated, No Archive Warnings Apply, 2,037 words]

There they sit, drinking champagne from specimen cups and laughing about the sheer absurdity of the last 24 hours.

Ted/Trent

in loco parentis by AuntieClimactic [Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, 9,954 words]

“Hello? Yes, this is Trent Crimm, The Independent. I’ve got a bit of an emergency and need Coach Lasso’s mobile.” Trent paused, brow furrowing in irritation. “Well, his son is currently standing in my office, in my newspaper building, which is filled with bloodthirsty journos. Could you make an exception for that?"

Lies, Damned Lies, and Lies to Journalists by gutterandthestars [Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, 6,307 words]

"It’s bad," says Rebecca, "because Trent Crimm is a very good journalist and knows you just bullshitted him right to his face. Which means..."

“He doesn’t believe I had food poisoning?”

“That’s highly likely,” agrees Rebecca. “And that means….”

“Means you’re fucked,” says Roy, appearing in the doorway. “Because now he’s not writing a story that reads ‘Richmond Coach Shits Himself’, he’s investigating a story he assumes is so embarrassing it’s worth your while to try and cover it up by pretending you shit yourself. And since that is already pretty fucking embarrassing, he’s thinks he’s onto something big.”

Colin/Isaac

i think we're supposed to be by manycoloureddays [Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, 1,715 words]

Isaac has been sitting on this revelation for a while now. Getting used to it, learning how to live with this feeling in his chest so huge it threatens to swallow him whole. And now he’s going to say it, declare it, claim it.

Keeley/Rebecca

A Revealing Poetry by ice_hot_13 [Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings, 7,963 words]

When Rebecca needs a date to her ex-husband’s wedding, Keeley volunteers because - because of course she does, Rebecca needs her.

Sam/Jamie

More wonderful by CherryPie0 [Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, 3,794 words]

And it felt right, wearing Sam's number.

Only that now Jamie can't help worrying that maybe he overdid it a little? Because the more he thinks about it, the more it feels like the grand gesture at the end of a rom com; like he sang a love song in front of the whole school or something.

could you make me happy? by manycoloureddays [Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, 1,305 words]

It keeps happening and Sam doesn’t really know why. He hasn’t asked. A little because he doesn’t want to seem rude, and a lot because it’s been … nice. It’s nice to feel wanted, and it’s nice to be wanted by people you love and respect.

#ted lasso #fic rec #fic recs #ted lasso fic rec #royjamie #royjamiekeeley #tedependent #keeleyrebecca #samjamie #colinisaac

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pvffinsdaisies · 11 days

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The Nordics as Taylor Swift songs

The UK & Ireland as Taylor Swift songs.

DENMARK: Castles Crumbling (feat. Hayley Williams) (Taylor’s Version) (From The Vault)

“Once I had an empire, in the golden age. I was held up so high, I used to be great. They used to cheer when they saw my face, now I fear I have fallen from grace.

And I feel like my castle’s crumbling down, and I watched all my bridges burn to the ground, and you don’t want to know me, I will just let you down. You don’t wanna know me now.

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Power went to my head, and I couldn’t stop: ones I loved tried to help, so I ran them off. And here I sit alone, behind walls of regret, falling down like promises that I never kept.

(…)

My foes and friends watched my reign end, I don’t know how it could’ve ended this way. Smoke billows from my ship to the harbour. People look at me like I’m a monster, now they’re screaming at the palace front gate, used to chant my name, now they’re screaming that they hate me. I never wanted you to hate me…”

FINLAND: the Lakes

“Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die. I don’t belong and, my beloved, neither do you. Those Windermere peaks look like the perfect place to cry. I’m setting off, but not without my muse.

What should be over burrowed under my skin in heart-stopping waves of hurt. I’ve come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze tell me what are my words worth.

(…)

I want auroras and sad prose, I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet, ‘cause I haven’t moved in years. And I want you right here. A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground, with no one around to tweet it. While I bathe in cliffside pools, with my calamitous love and insurmountable grief.”

ICELAND: A Place in this World

“I don’t know what I want, so don’t ask me, ‘cause I’m still tryna figure it out. Don’t know what’s down this road, I’m just walking, tryna see through the rain coming down. Even though I’m not the only one, who feels the way I do.

(…)

Got the radio on, my old blue jeans and I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve. Feeling lucky today, could you tell me what more do I need? And tomorrow’s just a mystery, but that’s okay.

(…)

Maybe I’m just a girl on a mission, but I’m ready to fly!

I’m alone, on my own, and that’s all I know. I’ll be strong, I’ll be wrong, oh but life goes on. Oh, I’m alone, on my own, and that’s all I know. Oh, I’m just a girl, tryna find a place in this world.”

NORWAY: Evermore (feat. Bon Iver)

“I replay the footsteps on each stepping stone, trying to find the one where I went wrong. Writing letters, addressed to the fire.

(…)

Hey December, guess I’m feeling unmoored. Can’t remember what I used to fight for.

(…)

And I was catching my breath, barefoot in the wildest winter, catching my death. And I couldn’t be sure, I had a feeling so peculiar, that this pain would be for evermore.

Can’t not think of all the cost, and the things that will be lost. Oh, can we just get a pause? To be certain we’ll be tall again. Whether weather be the frost, or the violence of the dog days. I’m on waves, out being tossed. Is there a line that I can just go cross?

And when I was shipwrecked, I thought of you. In the cracks of light, I dreamed of you, it was real enough to get me through. But I swear, you were there.

And I was catching my breath, floors of a cabin creaking under my step. And I couldn’t be sure, I had a feeling so peculiar, this pain wouldn’t be for evermore.”

SWEDEN: Foolish One (Taylor’s Version) (From The Vault)

“You know how to keep me waiting, I know how to act like I’m fine. Don’t know what to call this situation, but I know I can’t call you mine. And it’s delicate, but I will do my best to seem bulletproof. ‘Cause when my head is on your shoulder, it starts thinking you’ll come around. And maybe someday when we’re older, this is something we’ll laugh about over coffee every morning, while you’re watching the news.

But then the voices say, “you are not the exception. You will never learn your lesson.”

Foolish one, stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love that ain’t never gonna come. You will take the long way, you will take the long way down. Foolish one, stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love that ain’t never gonna come, you will learn the hard way, instead of just walking out.

Now I’m sliding down the walls with my head in hands, sayin’, “how could I not see the signs?” Oh, you haven’t written me or called, but goodbye screaming in the silence, and the voices in my head are telling me why.

(…)

Ain’t never gonna come, oh, you will learn the hard way now. Foolish one, sittin’ round waiting for your confessions of love, they ain’t never gonna come. And thinking he’s the one, you should’ve been walking out. Foolish one, the day is gonna come for your confessions of love, when all is said and done, he just wasn’t the one. No, he just wasn’t the one.”

#idk #I feel like there’s probably a better one out there for Iceland #but I rlly can’t think of it right now #so a place in this world it is!#hetalia #aph nordics #aph denmark #aph finland #aph iceland #aph norway #aph sweden #I too relate to the lakes and foolish one

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cleverwordsandotherstuffilike · 2 months

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Ethel “Sunny” Lowry was born in Longsight in 1911. Her dad was a fish wholesaler and she was a 2nd cousin of the artist, LS Lowry.

From an early age, she loved swimming. She would swim regularly at Victoria Baths and Levenshulme Baths. She went to Manchester High School for Girls. The school thought that Sunny was rather too much focused on swimming. Sunny later said: "The headmistress was a rather stern woman and she looked at me from over her half-moon glasses and said 'Lowry, what is your ambition?' I replied immediately, 'To swim the Channel' and she said, without another word, 'Dismissed!'."

By her late teens, Sunny had developed into a strong distance swimmer. She took advantage of family holidays to swim the length of Windermere and along stretches of the North Wales coast. She often liked to wear a two-piece costume, which was very daring for those days. On more than one occasion she said she was "branded a harlot for daring to bare her knees".

She entered an X-Factor style competition in which the winner got to be trained by a top team for a cross-Channel swim. Out of 300 applicants, Sunny was chosen. So, in 1933, at the age of 22, she caught a train from Manchester down to the south coast to begin rigorous training. Her trainer was tough - the first thing he said to her was "'If you say the water's cold, you may as well get off home".

On her first attempt to swim the Channel, she was defeated by strong currents. She tried again the next day, and got to within sight of the French coast. But then a storm blew up. It grew so wild and dark, the team boat completely lost sight of her. She was only spotted when one of the crew caught a glimpse of her swimming cap during a flash of lightning. So that attempt was abandoned as well. After two failed attempts, the team considered giving up, but Sunny said she really wanted to give it one last go.

She set off again, this time from the French side. It was in the small hours of the morning and was still dark. As usual, she had to be covered in grease to protect from the cold. In preparation, she'd been eating up to 40 eggs a week (mostly in omelettes) and pushed up her weight to 14st 7lb, because it was predicted that she would lose a pound for every hour in the sea.

During the swim, she ate nothing, but paused now and again to drink coffee, cocoa and beef tea, which she swigged from a medicine bottle dangled over the side of the escort boat.

After swimming for 15 hours 41 minutes, she finally emerged from a rough sea, and crawled up the beach at St Margaret's Bay, near Dover. Her face and neck were swollen with jellyfish bites, and her lips were cracked and blue. She was exhausted. But she'd made it.

She thus became the 6th woman to swim the Channel and the 3rd British woman ever to do so.

After her successful swim, Sunny returned to Manchester and was she greeted by cheering crowds at Central Station. She accepted that her moment in the limelight would not last and she dedicated her life to teaching swimming. She later married and her husband, Bill, was also a swimming teacher.

She was later awarded an MBE. Sunny was described as a wonderful, gentle, kind lady. Her great niece said: "She was as fit as a fiddle, as sharp as ninepence, and she kept on swimming well into her 90s".

Sunny died, aged 97, in 2008.

#new york city

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autumnsup · 7 months

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Motifs

‘We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars’ (Oscar Wilde, from Lady Windermere's Fan)

While we're on the cusp of entering Soundtrack Week of the VG25 challenge, I wanted to explore a visual/sound motif that I've observed over multiple viewings. Namely, that there is a parallel between the above Wilde quote and certain scenes in the film.

When we first see Jack Fairy as a young boy, he's shoved to the ground (into the gutter?) by bullies and discovers the mysterious green artifact lying there as if waiting for him, still encrusted in specks of dirt. His eyes are downcast as he gazes into his hand at the pin, his demeanor soft and wondering amidst the muted colors of the outdoors as he picks himself up and walks home, yet he is soon completely transformed as he smiles into a mirror in a blue-darkened room, his eyes meeting his reflection and us viewers head-on.

From there, we rarely see Jack Fairy make eye contact with us or with other characters, unless it's through the reflection of a mirror or rolling down a window to invite Curt in. Curt too is stingy with eye contact, unless it's with Brian or the various reporters interviewing him, or in the guise of his musical personae (like that saucy wink before he jumps down the chimney in the "Ballad of Maxwell Demon" video, or a brief moment of acknowledgment as he leads us into the circus ring of the press).

Brian, on the other hand, constantly breaks the fourth wall, inviting his viewers into each song like a dare. It's a dizzying rainbow of colors, costumes, and personae he shows us over the course of the film, and one of my favorites is early on, when the camera slowly pans from the microphone up Brian's arm to his face, and the first smoky rendition of "Hot One" emerges.

Leading up to this moment, we have a beautiful overhead panning shot of various young people, either staring up or in a trance with eyes closed, as the piano intro plays in slow repetition. It is here that I believe the "looking up at the stars" part of Wilde's quote begins to come to life, both literally and metaphorically.

It's a motif that returns again and again over the course of the film, evolving with the age and experience of the characters, especially Arthur. His rooftop encounter with Curt is of particular interest to me, as he passes from distant spectator to object of desire to witness of something completely out of the ordinary. He is, in essence, lifted out of the gutter towards the stars, coming out of his shell as a queer person and as a fan turned briefly into the center of a star's attention.

We catch a beautiful shot of him gazing upward at the otherworldly aircraft, and then Curt's face coming into frame to nuzzle Arthur's neck as he closes his eyes in bliss, soon followed by what might be his first experience of gay sex while the night fades into glitter.

"Looking up" becomes "looking in," and we are eventually treated to a reverse version of the overhead panning shot, with "2HB" playing instead of "Hot One." This time around we are confronted with the sight of ourselves, represented by dressed-up fans, looking upward/inward, and a misty view of the rooftop shot while Curt and Arthur continue their tryst into morning. I don't have a clearcut sense of what we are supposed to gather from the final scenes of the film, but for me, the repetition of the looking up/down dichotomy becomes self-referential, a constant loop of what was and what is happening now as the music weaves its magic around us all.

As a cheeky little coda, "Make Me Smile (Come Up and See Me)" playing over the credits seems to invite the listeners to take it or leave it, an opportunity to enter into the music, which is all that is left of that singular time in history. It's up to us, the fans and the new generations of music-makers, to recreate the magic again and again, even if it's simply through witnessing and interacting with the art that was made. We may indeed be "in the gutter" of life's challenges and the day-to-day grind of existence, but the stars are always there for the looking, and for the reminders they bring.

@25yearsofvelvetgoldmine

#that went places I was not anticipating #hope I didn't stray too far off track lol #but I had a lot of fun writing it :)#any alternate takes or further insights welcome #25yearsofvelvetgoldmine #velvet goldmine #film analysis #oscar wilde

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sarahlizziewrites · 6 months

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Heads Up, Seven Up

I got tagged by @nettleandthorne here - thank you!

Have some lines from my NaNo project :D

Before he swished off, I stopped him, curious. “Do I detect an accent, Father?” The man froze as though he had been splashed with ice water. Then, almost as suddenly as it had come on, his face relaxed into its former kindly smile, and he leaned a little towards me, blue eyes dancing conspiratorially. “Why, yes, perhaps. I’m originally from Cumbria.” “Ah, the Lakes! My grandfather had a little cottage in Eskdale. I spent many a happy summer there as a child. Whereabouts in Cumbria, if I may enquire?” Up close, I could see the priest’s eyes widen minutely, and his blue irises trembled in their sockets, in the way mine often do if I stay up too late reading. Then, once again, his face settled into a peaceful, almost beatific smile. “W-Windermere,” he said, and then he straightened and walked away to the groom’s side of the aisle with a rushed and distinctly un-clerical gait.

I'm going to tag @mrbexwrites, @writernopal and @mister-writes, and anyone else who would like to!

#nothing shifty about this priest no sir #nanowrimo 2023 #wip: til death do us part #tag games

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thorsenmark · 3 months

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The Sounds of Waters Flowing By (Banff National Park) by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: While taking in views of the Bow River at Castle Mountain Viewpoint with a view looking to the north. This is in Banff National Park. With this image, I pulled back on the focal length to include as much of the Bow River as I could from the shoreline. I also wanted to have Castle Mountain more or less in the image center as a focus point.

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well-if-you-wanted-honesty · 5 months

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a compilation of folklore lyrics i felt (some a little to hard)

the 1: (the whole damn thing)

cardigan

I knew you Hand under my sweatshirt Baby, kiss it better, I

You drew stars around my scars But now I'm bleedin'

exile

And it took you five whole minutes To pack us up and leave me with it Holdin' all this love out here in the hall.

I'm not your problem anymore

You're not my homeland anymore So what am I defending now? You were my town, now I'm in exile, seein' you out

my tears ricochet

And I can go anywhere I want Anywhere I want, just not home And you can aim for my heart, go for blood But you would still miss me in your bones

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

mirrorball

I'm still on that tightrope I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me And I'm still a believer, but I don't know why I've never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try I'm still on that trapeze I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me

seven

And I think you should come live with me And we can be pirates Then you won't have to cry Or hide in the closet And just like a folk song Our love will be passed on

Please picture me in the weeds Before I learned civility I used to scream ferociously

august

Back when we were still changin' for the better Wanting was enough For me, it was enough To live for the hope of it all Cancel plans just in case you'd call And say, "Meet me behind the mall" So much for summer love and saying "us"

this is me trying

I've been having a hard time adjusting I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting

They told me all of my cages were mental So I got wasted like all my potential And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad I have a lot of regrets about that

illicit affairs

Don't call me "kid," don't call me "baby" Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else Don't call me "kid," don't call me "baby" Look at this idiotic fool that you made me You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else

invisible string

And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?

Time, mystical time Cutting me open, then healing me fine

Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire Chains around my demons Wool to brave the seasons One single thread of gold Tied me to you

Cold was the steel of my axe to grind For the boys who broke my heart Now I send their babies presents

Time, wondrous time Gave me the blues and then purple-pink skies And it's cool, baby, with me

mad woman (the entirety of it)

betty

The worst thing that I ever did Was what I did to you

I'm only seventeen, I don't know anything But I know I miss you

Will you have me? Will you love me? Will you kiss me on the porch In front of all your stupid friends? If you kiss me, will it be just like I dreamed it?

peace

And it's just around the corner, darlin' 'Cause it lives in me No, I could never give you peace

But I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm If your cascade, ocean wave blues come All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences Sit with you in the trenches Give you my wild, give you a child Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other Family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother Is it enough?

I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best But the rain is always gonna come if you're standin' with me

hoax

Stood on the cliffside screaming, "Give me a reason"

the lakes

Take me to the Lakes, where all the poets went to die I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry I'm setting off, but not without my muse

I want auroras and sad prose I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet 'Cause I haven't moved in years And I want you right here

<3

all lyrics found on the genius lyrics site ;3

Taylor Swift - folklore (deluxe version) Lyrics and Tracklist | Genius

#poetry #poems #prose #letters #mental health #cottagecore #dark cottagecore #taylor swift #folklore #folklore taylor swift #long pond studio sessions #i want auroras and sad prose <3 #i think that's enough tags lol

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Stranger Things characters and ships as Taylor Swift Albums

Part Eight: folklore

*Disclaimer: I’m tagging all the ships and characters featured. I’m gonna try not to be biased. MOST of these are strictly based on canon. No hate to ANY ships or shippers.*

the 1: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“And if my wishes came true, it would've been you”

cardigan: Byler (Will’s POV)

“'Cause I knew everything when I was young. I knew I'd curse you for the longest time. Chasin' shadows in the grocery line. I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired. And you'd be standin' in my front porch light. I knew you'd come back to me”

the last great american dynasty: El

“Who knows if I never showed up what could've been. There goes the loudest woman this town has ever seen. I had a marvelous time ruinin' everything”

exile: Lumax (Both POVs)

“I think I've seen this film before and I didn't like the ending. I'm not your problem anymore. So who am I offending now? You were my crown now I'm in exile, seein' you out”

my tears ricochet: Mileven (El’s POV)

“I didn't have it in myself to go with grace and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves. You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same. Cursing my name, wishing I stayed. You turned into your worst fears”

mirrorball: Will

“I want you to know I'm a mirrorball. I can change everything about me to fit in. You are not like the regulars”

seven: Byler (Mike’s POV)

“Your dad is always mad and that must be why and I think you should come live with me and we can be pirates then you won't have to cry or hide in the closet”

august: Mileven (El’s POV)

“Will you call when you're back at school? I remember thinkin' I had you”

this is me trying: Jonathan

“They told me all of my cages were mental. So I got wasted like all my potential”

illicit affairs: Byler (Will’s POV)

“And you wanna scream. Don't call me "kid.” Don't call me "baby.” Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me. You showed me colors. You know I can't see with anyone else”

invisible string: Jancy (Nancy’s POV)

“A string that pulled me uut of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar. Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire. Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons. One single thread of gold tied me to you”

mad woman: Nancy

“And there's nothin' like a mad woman. What a shame she went mad. No one likes a mad woman. You made her like that”

epiphany: The Entire Crew

“And some things you just can't speak about…But you dream of some epiphany. Just one single glimpse of relief to make some sense of what you've seen”

betty: Byler (Mike’s POV)

“One time I was riding on my skateboard. When I passed your house, it's like I couldn't breathe”

peace: Ronance (Robin’s POV)

“Your integrity makes me seem small. You paint dreamscapes on the wall”

hoax: Byler (Will’s POV)

“Don't want no other shade of blue but you. No other sadness in the world would do”

the lakes: Byler (Mike’s POV)

“Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry. I'm setting off, but not without my muse”

Links to other parts of this series: Debut, Fearless, Speak Now, Red, 1989, reputation, Lover, evermore

#stancy #byler #eleven #el hopper #lumax #mileven #will byers #jonathan byers #jancy #nancy wheeler #stranger things #ronance

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delhiboye · 2 years

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Life match moments back in UK, #cheflife #visituk #desichef #bluesky #chefwhite #chefsunilganpati #theworldsendhotel #chef #delhiboye #apnatravelchannel #travel #blue #sky #lakedistrict #windermere #celebritychef #foodphotography #indiandresses #lifeisblue #roadsign #orange #englishhome #indianwedding #indianoutfit #lovers #indianinuk #explorer #chefsunilganpati #masti #chalmerebhai (at The World's End, Northampton) https://www.instagram.com/p/CikZUi3oCiC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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