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City Fox Printing has immortalized Freddy vs Jason's soundtrack CD on T-shirts. Priced at $25, they'll ship in 2-4 weeks.
#freddy vs jason#freddy vs. jason#freddy krueger#jason voorhees#friday the 13th#nightmare on elm street#shirt#gift#city fox printing#slipknot#hatebreed#killswitch engage#stone sour#mushroomhead#ill nino
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April Patreon Print ⭐️
My patreons this month voted for Neil and Andrew on the roof at Fox Tower so here’s a little city scape!
To get the April free print you can join my Patreon at either the pomegranate and saffron tier (UK SHIPPING) or almond and plumb (INTERNATIONAL SHIPPING)
This print is available as an a4 and will be sent out around the 1st May. This is a Patreon exclusive and will not be published on the shop. This months Patreon will also feature a little quote thank you card!
#digital art#fan art#art#aftg#andrew minyard#neil josten#andriel#the foxhole court#all for the game#tfc
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Propaganda
Mabel Normand (Mabel at the Wheel, Mabel's Blunder)—One of the best slapstick comedians of the silent era (who you've probably never heard of)! She wrote! She directed, in fact, she was Charlie Chaplin's first director! And of course she acted!
Theda Bara (Cleopatra)—One of cinema's first female sex symbols. Nicknamed "The Vamp" due to her looks. The OG Goth Girl. She would be HUGE on Tumblr if she were around today!
This is round 1 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]
Mabel Normand:
can never let mabel normand go by without mentioning mack & mabel, a deeply flawed musical with a beautiful score about her and mack sennett. (find a good cover of 'i won't send roses' and cry a little.) also, according to wikipedia mabel was the first film star to receive a pie thrown in the face!
Theda Bara:
She was simply nicknamed "The Vamp". Her sex appeal and typecasting was so intense that people actually thought that she lounged around half-nacked and seduced men left and right in her free time.
She is one of the most famous and enduring faces in silent film and yet only 6 of her 43 films survived the 1937 Fox Vault Fire! 6! Think about what we could have had!
She's the original Vamp and first film sex symbol! She said: “The vampire that I play is the vengeance of my sex upon its exploiters. You see, I have the face of a vampire, but the heart of a feministe.” Many of her films were banned or severely cut by state and city censorship boards due to her revealing costumes and suggestive acting. She even sued the Chicago Funkhouser censorship board to let her film Cleopatra be shown in theaters. Riots broke out in theaters during showings of her film Kathleen Mavourneen. In contrast to her film persona, her private life was pretty quiet. She grew up in Cincinnati as Theodosia "Theda" Goodman, the Jewish daughter of immigrants, and had one happy marriage that lasted 30+ years until she died at age 69.
*Theeee* celluloid blueprint for both goth chicks and sexually-manipulative women--her persona was that of a "vampire", in the sense that would eventually be shortened into "vamp", although in truth she blended both definitions beautifully. Alas, the prints of most of her back-catalogue were lost to a studio fire in 1937, but enough survives to clearly demonstrate the fantasy of enticing danger that she was so kind as to serve us.
my favorite goth icon i want her gender
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A (very) incomplete list of things I loved in TSC: (obviously, spoilers)
Jean having no sense of time at the beginning. he has literally zero idea how much time has passed and has no frame of reference. it feels like weeks; we only know because we read the original series
the shift once again, this time from Jean's POV, from Nathaniel to Neil! it being a mark of respect
seeing how Neil really relayed the deal with Ichirou to Kevin and Jean (that Neil totally glossed over in TKM)
all of Jean's internal and spoken insults for everyone around him but especially all the Foxes
Jean's complete and utter disdain for short people and how many there are, just, everywhere. why are short people allowed? they should be illegal
Andrew's single word in the entire book being, "Leaving." just classic
the whole scene where Jean watches the final game? where he is so invested in how the Foxes are doing that when they win he shoves the tv?
Jean mentally adding Andrew into the Perfect Court because they need a goalkeeper, deciding that if Kevin and Riko die it would be ok because Jean, Andrew, and Neil were enough to rebuild around
Jeremy standing at baggage claim playing with a yo-yo until he gets it tangled in his headphones
Cat teaching Jean to cook
Jean being adorably horny and constantly swayed by beautiful people
Cat thinking Renee is hot
Jean just...not understanding how people function if their every move is not controlled at first? and then starting to come around?
Jean buying clothes! picking out things for himself!
Jeremy buying people in need gift cards because he can
Barkbark von Barkenstein being the silent unwitting center of a tiny war between Jean and Jeremy
Rhemann starting to realize what Jean/the Ravens have been going through at the hands of their coaches and needing to take a minute or fifty to get over it
Jean finding himself adopted into a queer family and just rolling with it
Jeremy and his complete and utter avoidance of every possible personal problem. nothing to see here, folks
Jean's glee when the Trojans first curse, being absolutely certain that this is revealing some deep well of depravity
the Trojans' techniques for staying sportsmanlike on the court (while really aggravating the fuck out of their opponents)
the fact that Neil and Jean together are basically a buddy comedy (which I NEED MORE OF)
Neil from an outside perspective as a weird little man who can negotiate without flinching with dangerous people, navigate an unfamiliar city after briefly studying printed off Mapquest instructions, coolly order a hit in the middle of a restaurant, and develop a convincing lie at the drop of a hat
Neil's tactless but relentless kindness?
"A cool evening breeze. Rainbows. Open roads. Friends."
#tsc#the sunshine court#tsc spoilers#aftg#all for the game#jean moreau#jeremy knox#catalina alvarez#neil josten
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I wonder what happened to the Wesninski house in Baltimore. It was definitely roped off as a crime scene for a long time but eventually it had to go somewhere and Neil’s the only beneficiary it could really go to.
Do you think it enters his custody and there are plenty of people who want to buy it, either because it’s a nice house or because ‘it’s the BUTCHER’S house’ and they want to turn it into a tourist attraction. Neil’s getting bombarded with real estate, city planning, victims advocacy, etc.
Maybe it’s only Neil’s 3rd year that he gets possession of it and he’s already stressed because it’s his 1st year as a captain and he needs to show the Moriyamas and the professional teams that he is worth investing in.
Maybe Andrew sees all of this and reaches out. Maybe all of the OG Foxes brave Baltimore one more time and maybe they spend all of Spring Break destroying every single nice thing that house ever had. For the Foxes it’s just fun to break shit, for Neil it’s destroying and rejecting his father’s legacy, he’s desecrating his father’s grave, it’s the most cathartic thing he’s ever done in his entire life and that includes telling Riko off his freshman year. They shatter chandeliers, furniture, appliances (the gas is well and truly turned off), watches, jewelry, clothes, plates, glasses, and anything they can find and destroy.
Allison has a running tab on who has done the most in property damage. The one who wins is Matt because he brought his own sledgehammer to the party.
Maybe the Foxes help Neil destroy his father’s legacy but also...maybe Dan grabs pictures of Nathaniel smiling at the camera with a missing tooth.
Maybe Nicky finds a recipe book hand written from Nathaniel’s maternal grandmother hoping her grandson will like them and it is set aside to be saved.
Maybe Matt finds a hidden corner where Nathaniel had drawn on the wall in crayon and he cuts out that chunk of drywall.
Maybe Aaron finds some letters Mary wrote to Stuart about what a good boy Nathaniel is and he pockets them.
Maybe Renee finds a stuffed animal with a missing eye and carries it to safety.
Maybe Kevin finds a set of child Exy equipment that goes into the Maserati.
Maybe Allison finds children’s clothes that have been sewn back together because the person who wore them loved them so much so she puts them in her purse.
Maybe Andrew finds a tiny bloody hand print in the basement and Andrew’s hand eclipses the hand of the bleeding child who left it and Andrew doesn’t forget things but the thought is easier when Neil’s hands engulf his when they hold them later that night.
Maybe the Foxes go and save every piece of Nathaniel they can from that house. Nathan can rot there, Neil is having the house demolished in a week and then he’ll sell the land to the Baltimore parks department.
But maybe Nathaniel’s grave is somewhere else. Maybe they let him rest somewhere other than Baltimore. Maybe Neil can’t take anything they had saved from that house yet so Nathaniel’s memories rest with them until Neil can take it.
#If you have ever read my 'Beware' fic you know I'm weird about Nathaniel#I think he deserves a softer end than being buried in Baltimore#But that's besides the point#I might elaborate on this idea in 'Beware'#Nathaniel Wesninski#Neil Josten#AFTG#AFTG Fics#Andreil#The Palmetto State Foxes#My fics#Nathan Wesninski#All for the Game#In a Masterpost
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full moon, white honey
pairing: elain archeron x lucien vanserra. honourable mentions to feysand, nessian and one barely there hint at emerie/nesta. it's tasteful, i promise.
rating: e (for eventually they get it on)
wc: 11k
primary tags: witcher!au, hurt/comfort, major character injury, non-chronological, ambiguous/open ending, sex on furniture - more detailed tags, see ao3!
read on ao3
The worn parchment that had once held a recipe lay untouched in her quarters. She no longer needed it.
Celandine, White Myrtle, Brain of a Drowner.
Crush, Boil with Spirit, Bottle once cooled.
Thirteen words seared into her bones. For the Witcher who too often showed her his.
a/n: happy birthday to me (well, i'm posting this early because i'm impatient, but the point still stands) i even made a little mood board/title card thing! this is all very exciting.
this fic is told entirely out of order (intentionally so. what is the intention? who knows. vibes, i guess.) and there's a detailed breakdown on ao3 on exactly what i pilfered from the witcher universe in order to write this so pls see there if you need a breakdown!
(very) small snip under the cut!
Fox cub at the foot of a golden throne, restless and wanting. Blood of the lion. And the lion was not a lion but a wolf; each paw print against the marble floor burst to flame. And the palace was burning, falling. And the cub stepped into the wolf’s jaws, bared its throat in submission, but there was no one to save him. Claws across flesh time and time again until all he had was red. And the fox was not a fox but a boy; atop Novigrad rooftops, launching from parapet to ridge at the first sunrise, the last sunrise. Bloodshot eye and black stained lips.
Swords and signs. Horseback to haybale. Tavern, village, city — but no home.
Blindfolded on a tightrope a hundred feet above the waking streets, nought but the swell of the wind and the call of birds, his audience. He slipped, and the ground rushed up to meet him.
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“Vanserra is calling for you.”
“He does not know me. He calls for any woman with a pulse.”
“And yet he’s turned away all companions, refuted all offers of comfort, he barely rises above amicable chat with the others that dare approach him, but he calls for you.”
Elain huffed a fickle laugh at Maren’s observations. Of course she’d noted these things — probably weaned the information from any of the other healers, priestesses or patrons of the temple. The walls breathed secrets in The Mother’s temple, only half of them true. Elain saw the other half in her dreams.
“What are you saying, Maren? That he favours me? As if I don’t know. I see it and I ignore it, as you all should. It is no business but his own.” She hauled close the tome she’d been scouring — a translated elven text on elder blood in horticulture — keen to end this interrogation. Not the first and definitely not the last. The Witcher might not have made a habit of getting injured in Temeria intentionally, but when he did, he always ended up here. Halfway dead, but still very much alive.
“It makes him easy to care for. Each time I tend to his scratches, I learn a little more about just what his mutations have cost him and how little our healing aids him. His own concoctions knit his bones, quell his bleeding, but turn his blood to poison. I don’t know about you, Maren, but that terrifies me.”
It wasn’t just that which terrified her.
Maren held her tongue, probably for the first time in her life.
“A monster visits our temple and calls for me by name and you would give me to him thinking not of my wellbeing, but of the scandal it would cause if rumour spread that I was fucking him.”
“That is not—”
“I will take my leave,” Finality crisp in her words. “But not for your worry. I have enough celandine and white myrtle to craft his potions. I trust he will have the rest.”
Maren bobbed her head, a curt dismissal. To be honest, Elain was surprised she didn’t argue. The wine of her cheeks seemed to flush with an unchecked fury. But Elain was not one of her charges, not a priestess in the temple. She tended their gardens, helped in their kitchens, brewed their potions, but she’d been granted asylum above all else. The temple kept her from the clutches of ruthless kings, power starved elves, ambitious men. Any that would bind her powers for their own ill will.
A Seer. What a rare and wonderful thing.
What a cursed blessing.
And she was angry. Not at Maren, or the healers and priestesses, mothers and refugees that found home in their temple. She was angry at Lucien Vanserra. Because no matter the consequences, he always came back.
Her footfalls through the stone corridors, an omen
#acotar fic#elucien#pro elucien#elain archeron#lucien vanserra#ficminds#i do nawt know how to tag things so sorry about that
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Telling a story takes guts.
Forensic photographer Sören Heinrich can’t ignore the nausea bubbling in his throat when documenting someone's darkest day. He loses sleep over the fates he captures but is drawn to the purpose vested in his grisly role. When blood-slicked prints become Sören's next subject, he finds a message that blurs the line between his personal and professional life.
"This is where I’ve been. Don’t follow."
Unable to fathom his long-lost brother’s crimson handwriting, Sören descends into the criminal underworld for answers. The young boar's inner demons guide him toward a morbid self-reckoning.
Direktion 2 has their work cut out for them.
Crime is on the rise in post-reunification Berlin. Among the cases, the Polizeidirektorate in the city's westernmost boroughs is baffled by freak murders at the hands of denizens without motive.
In the shadow of the Berlin Wall, the crime wave takes a supernatural twist behind the lock of a post-Soviet puzzle.
Camera flashes at the crime scenes reveal gruesome secrets stirring in the shadows.
Unravel the conspiracy in #LONG STORY SHORT.
#The Filing Cabinet -- scan the profiles of those in the know.
#Bloodstained Polaroids -- view the images of lives gone astray.
#Evidence Board -- learn the details of secrets best kept.
#Mystery Signals -- behold the lore of the mind melt.
Face the music in the official Long Story Short playlist!
Everyone gathers toward the Abschnitt.
There are several Polizei Berlin stations like the Abschnitt, but everyone tied to this supernatural symphony ends up near this Spandau station particularly.
Sören Heinrich -- ( boar | tag | bio )
The black sheep of the Abschnitt. Sören’s abrasive nature keeps his co-workers at bay, a division widened by their western ideals clashing with his East German upbringing. He distances himself from the station through tight focus on his job, always the first to arrive at a crime scene.
Don Jae Hale -- ( elk | tag | bio )
The silver-tongued Kriminalhauptkommissar of the Abschnitt. Hale is quick to dismiss the killings up until his leadership comes under siege by the paranoid public.
Umeya Romanova -- ( fox | tag | bio )
The Bundeskriminalamt detective sent to assist with the Abschnitt’s mounting cases. Rumor says Umeya is there for more than the mystery, but her motives veiled by a callous attitude.
Marieke Reiss -- ( rabbit | tag | bio )
The star psychology student barely escaped a killing. Now a key witness, Marieke can’t rest easy knowing she could be the next victim, driving her to take matters into her own hands.
Reinhardt Müller -- ( donkey | tag | bio )
The Abschnitt’s disgraced ace detective, worn down and living in the grimy corners of Berlin. When crime spikes, Reinhardt tries to relive his “glory days" of detective work.
Ukko Heinrich -- ( boar | tag | bio )
The crime lord defends his territory with brutal but firm methods. He's sworn to his found family, the country's political rift making him protective to a fault.
Vorwitz Albrecht -- ( bat | tag | bio )
A gardener with good banners but bad morals. Vorwitz's unsavory career choices put him in the Abschnitt, but he finds a way out with Sören.
Entropy knows no bounds.
Stop, look and listen: stories are everywhere. Behold my settings.
Face more madness in #TALES GONE STALE.
LAID TO WASTE -- an abomination stirs in the bayou, its secrets poisoning a township.
THE WASTED LIVES -- a group of galactic fugitives embark on a never-ending getaway on a runaway cruiser.
(Links need an update. Stay tuned.)
The mind behind the melancholy.
ACHTUNG! This blog is 18+ for gore and suggestive content!
You can call me Dissy (she/her). I'm a writer with stories and ideas always bouncing inside my head, especially this one. Feel free to ask me about myself, my writing, my characters, or anything else. I promise you I can bark up a tree for hours.
I also do Polaroid photography: check out @hogrot for my shots!
I also encourage comments, critique, etc. about this setting. I want to pace myself while writing this, therefore I have all the time I need to refine this where I can. I don't expect this story to come out for a while anyway, especially as I run it through critiques. Hell, this pet project wouldn't have come into fruition thanks to the feedback of some incredible friends.
Shoutout to PYRY for doing character design and art for this setting, as well as giving his ideas and characters for the Heinrich plotline. Go check out his killer art. This story wouldn't exist without him.
Another shoutout to @tsanapi, an incredible artist who drew the art pictured above. Her sense of style is so keen.
And a final thanks to you, the reader, for tuning into the mind melt. This signals wouldn't have picked up without you.
#wip intro#writeblr#writers on tumblr#creative writing#writing#story writing#furry writing#writing community#writer intro#long story short#furry#furry art#oc art#oc writing
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What the Joker War was supposed to be like.
❝ Then-Batman writer Tom King has mentioned that the death of Alfred Pennyworth – and keeping him dead – was to have been the beginning of 5G, planned by then-publisher Dan DiDio. That would see Bruce Wayne start losing his connection to humanity, as he regards Alfred as his real father. And King said that this will still have huge repercussions going forward,
Alfred died in the City Of Bane storyline in Batman in 2019. However, in this version of events, the funeral drove the Batfamily apart rather than pulling them together. Specifically, Lucius Fox would offer support to Bruce, at the expense of his son Luke Fox. The following storyline which would later become The Joker War, was called Batman/ Joker: The Final Conflict, which then-Batman writer James Tynion IV has talked about. The Joker's assault on Gotham leads Batman to decide to stop Joker once and for all, especially after having only just lost Gotham – and Alfred – to Bane. Batman defeats the Joker, and traps him. But in a final twist, Batman lets the Joker go after the Joker whispers something in Batman's ear. It is later revealed to be a promise that if Batman lets the Joker go, then the Joker will kill Bane in revenge for the death of Pennyworth. And he is the only one who could.❞
Imagine what this scene could be like if it had a context of revenge. In this way, the Joker could "apologize" for what happened to Todd and Barbara, could get something more than the arch of redemption or death. Two archenemies equalize, come to understand each other. This is a literal batjokes reconciliation and Batman's recognition of his dark beginnings.
But Dan DiDio was fired in 2020 for unrelated matters, and then lockdowns hit, which saw the publication of 5G delayed. In that moment, DC Comics took the opportunity to junk the 5G plans, replace them with something else in the short term, and pulp what had already been printed.
I believe in the theory that the Joker War was the most batjokes story, if only because Dan DiDio and and his team have always been batjokes and Joker ambassadors. They were not afraid of the new, they broke the usual patterns. And they were idealists: in their world, both heroes and villains could be coexist and help each other. Just look at a couple of things where he was the editor or publisher. And also I believe because with his departure, the batjokes things in DC almost ceased to exist.
P.S. I would also like to talk about Bobbie Chase, but that's for next time.
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What are some amazing, most read Ukraine authors? The only one I know is Gogol and I would like more on my radar.
First important disclaimer is that without knowing ukrainian, your pool of choice is very limited. Unfortunately, our translators haven't done nearly enough to make ukrainian literature acessable for english speakers, so a lot of genuinely amazing stuff would require you to know the language.
The second important disclaimer is that I am going to recommend you a lot of poetry, and, with no disrespect to the translators, it doesn't hit nearly as hard in english as it is in ukrainian. I've recently heard the phrase "to read poetry in translation is like to take a shower wearing a raincoat", and it is so true. So, apologies for this barrier, but there is nothing one can do.
With that in mind, let's start from classics:
The first most important author is Taras Shevchenko. He mainly wrote poetry, but has some prose works as well, and during his life he was more known as a popular artist. The Bible of his works is Kobzar (a ukrainian word for travelling blind musicians), and the same word is also often used as a nickname for Shevchenko - akin to how Shakespeare can be called the Bard. Among the most important poems pay attention to A Dream (the poem for which he was imprisoned by the russians with an explicit ban on writing and painting), The Caucasus, My Testament, Kateryna, A cherry orchad by the house, О thoughts of mine
The second big name to know is Lesya Ukrainka. Lesya is also more known for her drama and poetry than her prose, but she also was a prolific translator and a feminist. Her most well-know play is The Forest Song (a cartoon adaptation is soon to be released after 7 years of production, but from the trailer it looks like it's not going to be close to the text). I find her Бояриня play to be much more interesting and relevant, however, it looks like it has not been translated yet. Among her poems, some of the most important are Contra Spem Spero and Cassandra (the latter has had some successful stage prouctions in Great Britain last year, mayhaps it will gain popularity)
Some links to her works: [x] [x]
Fun fact: there are speculations about Lesya Ukrainka's relationship with her close friend Olga Kobylyanska. The letters they exchanged are quite intimate and sometimes even erotic in nature, which lead some academics to believe that they were more than friends (most still fall in the "gal pals" camp tho). However, if that were true, that would mean that Lesya Ukrainka is the only bisexual woman to ever be printed on banknotes.
The third pillar of ukrainian classical literature is Ivan Franko. Once again, we are talking about partiotic poetry, but there are also many socialistic ideas in his works (although he became dissilusioned with it in his later years ), which I think many western readers will find appealing - (side comment - it looks like "collective west" is going through the same processses that we overcame a century ago, so ehm... good luck, y'all will need it). I haven't been able to find much of his works translated in English, so here is a good master page. Zakhar Berkut is considered to be one of his greatest works (a ukrainian-american co-production movie The Rising Hawk was released a couple of years ago, it was shit). If you manage to put your hands on it, I would greatly recommend The Painted Fox and Moses. Also, reading Eternal Revolutionary imprinted on me so much in childhood and determined who I grew up to be, I pretty much consider Franko to be my spiritual father.
A great event that happened this year is that Valeryan Pidmohylny's The City is finally getting an english translation. I have been gushing about this book on this blog before (you can also find the link to the publisher there), because for the archetypical ukrainian literature this book is a breath of fresh air. It's beautiful, it's modern, it's urbanistic, the protagonist is irredeemable asshole, it's amazing and I should re-read it as well.
Among the authors that are much more difficult to find, I greatly recommend Ivan Nechu-Levytsky. In my humble opinion, he like no other has managed to capture the "ukrainian spirit" and his plots are extremely captivating and dramatic as hell.
I will always, always add Ivan Bahryiany to my lists of ukrainian "must reads". He is an author of the first ever ukrainian adventure novel Tiger Trappers/The Hunters and the Hunted, which is the book that is loved even by those who don't like ukrainian literature. However, I personally find his Garden of Gethsemane to be a much more important (but take care, it is much more depressing as well). This author is extremely important, but I struggle finding PDFs of his work - perhaps, you'd have to search the libraries or ukr diaspora publishers for paperbacks. I have also been unsuccessfully hunting for an english translation of Why I am not going back to the Soviet Union? pamphlet for years - and I know for sure it exists because the USA first lady at that time has read it and it influenced her opinion on the USSR - but I've had no luck so far.
Another very important author of the same time period is Mykola Khyvylovy. One of his plays has actually been recently put to stage in English (shamefully, I haven't watched it yet, but I can vouch for the text it was based on - it's brutal).
I can't speak about ukrainian literature without mentioning crimean tatars, and although their works are much, much less known (in Ukraine as well, unfortunately), please do not overlook it. It is a gorgeous culture, and reading it, I grew to love and value Crimea so much even without ever visiting it. There are some english translations avaliable, including those of Noman Çelebicihan - an extermely important figure in Crimean Tatar history, the founder of the unfortunately short-lived Crimean Democratic Republic, the author of their national anthem, and overall very influential revolutionary.
Now let's jump to the popular modern authors. Many don't have english translation, but the problem is much less prominent in comparison to the ukrainian classics. With these authors, you shouldn't have trouble with finding paperbacks. Among the most influential authors I can recommend Serhiy Zhadan (Timothy Snyder has once said that he expects Zhadan to receive a Nobel Prize in literature and I agree), Oksana Zabuzhko (she either aught to release soon or has already released an english-exclusive book about the russian-ukrainian war), Yuri Izdryk (extremely modern and unconventional, but he's a good represention of the current state of art), Yuriy Andrukhovych (love his mastery of language, hate his characters). These authors are more light-hearted, but a grim necessity for today is Stanislav Aseyev's The Torture Camp on Paradise Street. It is a autobilgraphical book describing his experience being imprisoned by russians between 2017 and 2019. Western journalism often describes the war crimes russians commit on our land, but just listing the number of people lost doesn't show the face of the russian horror. Read this book to understand why we were screaming about the russian threat before the full-scale invasion, and why every time we regain the territory we brace with terror of what we'll discover there - because everywhere russian army goes, they build hunderds of such Isolyatsya camps that the book describes.
Also check out Serhiy Zhadan's band!
#response#ukraine#ukrainian literature#thank you for this question this is much more fun to talk about than the usual topics on this blog
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Where is the 118 firehouse?
So, in Season 1 we only get one establishing shot for the firehouse, which is the one above. (zooming in on Downtown Los Angeles aka DTLA)
But if we map where the calls in Season 1 took place (or at least were filmed) this is the pattern. (I was too lazy to map all the other seasons as well. If you're interested check out my filming location map that contains all calls and other locations I've found so far.)
There is a cluster in DTLA.
The map in Bobby's office also shows DTLA and the surrounding areas.
On his first day on the job in LA, poor Bobby was handed two identical maps which had the exact same area (northern part of his office map but wider) printed on them on the front and the back. (I'm choosing to believe this was a prank the team played on him.) This too points towards DTLA.
In 2x10 we get this establishing shot still focusing on DTLA which feels like confirmation. But then.
Just one episode later they hit us with this establishing shot of a completely different part of the city. (You can see Century City in the background. It's where Fox Studios are.)
So, what does it all mean? And why does one station respond to calls in DTLA, Santa Clarita, Santa Monica, Long Beach, and San Bernadino?
#911#911hiatus2023#prompt: establishing shots#prompt: maps#Freebie Friday#1x08#2x10#2x11#2x16#6x04#6x14#(I'm fine thanks for asking)
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City Fox Printing has three Scream parody shirts - Casey Becker in the style of Blondie, Ghostface in the style of Hobo with a Shotgun, and Kirby Reed in the style of Korn - available to pre-order through Friday, March 24. They're $25 each.
#scream#scream 6#scream vi#ghostface#hayden panettiere#drew barrymore#casey becker#kirby reed#city fox printing#shirt#gift#horror#hobo with a shotgun#blondie#korn
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Cincinnati’s Old-Time Streetcars Were Notorious Death Machines
Cincinnati’s commuters have complained about mass transit since the first horse-drawn omnibuses started hauling passengers in 1859. By the late 1880s, the Queen City offered a selection of transport systems, from steam-powered inclines to equine-powered horsecars that struggled to ascend the city’s hills to a couple of cable-car routes on Vine Street and Gilbert Avenue. Each had its detractors.
It appeared that a new age dawned in 1889, when the Kilgour brothers introduced electric street cars as a replacement for horsecars and cable cars. The newfangled trolleys zipped up Cincinnati’s steepest hills, obviating the need to add auxiliary horse or mule teams on the steeper routes. The electric cars required far less maintenance than the cable cars that often, literally, froze up on icy winter days.
Despite their contemporary styling and innovative power systems, the new electric streetcars had one small but persistent drawback. They killed lots of people.
The years 1906 and 1907 were particularly bloody along Cincinnati’s streetcar lines. The Cincinnati Post [21 March 1907] tallied 22 fatalities caused by streetcars in 1906 and an additional 13 deaths in the first three months of 1907.
The Post’s report coincided with a national exposé titled “The Needless Slaughter by Street Cars” in the nationally distributed Everybody’s Magazine. Journalist and author John P. Fox slammed transit monopolies in cities across the United States for their dismal and deadly safety records. According to Fox:
“If along every mile of street railway track in the United States a headstone was raised for every death by accident the routes we travel would resemble one long drawn-out cemetery.”
Cincinnati’s death records and morgue records as preserved at the University of Cincinnati Archives support Fox’s contention. More than a hundred deaths between 1890 and 1910 are documented in these files as being caused directly or indirectly by street cars. There was 57-year-old Martha Fuchs, who died from injuries on 19 September 1908 after falling from a crowded streetcar. There was five-year-old Philomena Armenti, run over by a streetcar in 1906. And a physician, Dr. Edward Schaefer, 44 years old, who succumbed to injuries caused by a streetcar collision.
The streetcar companies and their employees regularly blamed the victims for carelessness. The Cincinnati Enquirer [1 September 1894] printed the complaint of a streetcar driver regarding pedestrians during rush hour:
“We don’t run 60 miles an hour, but you can kill a man just as quick at 12 miles an hour, and it shakes you up just as much. There isn’t a gripman but dreads to make the downtown loop during rush hours.”
And those were just the fatalities! Little Florien Bercheit was only five years old when he fell under the wheels of a streetcar. His legs were so mangled they were both amputated and he lived the rest of his years supported by crutches while dragging two wooden stumps along the streets. James Bennett, known as “Big Fiddle,” was a city street inspector, knocked by a passing streetcar into an open excavation in 1907 and paralyzed for life.
Fox’s exposé in Everybody’s Magazine blamed electric street cars in general, but the Post noticed that Cincinnati’s streetcars were far deadlier than those of cities of larger size.
“London is 14 times as large as Cincinnati, yet against the slaughter of 22 in Cincinnati, the biggest city in the world shows on its death roll that only 10 were killed by the surface street cars in 1906.”
According to the Post, Cincinnati’s death toll was the result of greedy traction companies interested in profit at the expense of human life and health.
“Traction companies prefer dividends to the saving of human life. They get fenders such as they use in Cincinnati, which have been declared humbugs by high railroad officials in the United States; they use primitive brakes; they employ inexperienced men; they drive competent motormen away from them by low salaries.”
The quality of “fenders” or guards mounted around the wheels of the streetcar was a particular sore spot to the Post. Streetcar motormen involved in fatal accidents were routinely charged with manslaughter, but the Post found no record that anyone was ever convicted. Instead, the traction company lawyers placed the blame squarely on the victim and the courts never investigated whether better safety fenders or less-crowded cars could have prevented the death.
James Hall, driver on the Price Hill line, complained about the condition of his car when it left the garage on 30 December 1906 for its morning run. His supervisors ignored his observation that the brakes were faulty. Hours later, that car hurtled down Warsaw Avenue as motorman Hall lost control of the vehicle, his brakes entirely useless. The car, containing 38 passengers, accelerated until it reached a hairpin turn halfway down the slope and jumped the tracks, tumbling through the air into the side of the hill. Four people died and 20 were hospitalized. The runaway car crashed into a hillside covered in wet mud, which cushioned the impact and prevented even more fatalities.
Another major streetcar crash with multiple fatalities occurred when a Cincinnati-bound car jumped the tracks in Bellevue, Kentucky and tumbled down a steep hill on 15 February 1901. An inspector blamed the accident on morning frost making the rails at a tight turn too slippery. The transit company blamed officials in Bellevue and Newport for refusing to build a viaduct to bypass the dangerous turn.
Although big crashes made the headlines, most injuries and fatalities involved single individuals. In fact, the same edition of the paper that carried the news of the Bellevue accident reported the death of four-year-old William Crary of Baymiller Street. Attempting to cross the road, he was struck by a streetcar and “horribly mutilated.” Young William died en route to the hospital.
As automobiles became popular in the 1920s, they caused so many traffic deaths that Cincinnati’s abundant streetcar fatalities faded from memory.
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Suraiya or Suraiya Jamal Sheikh (Vidya)— Suraiya has it all as a blistering hot leading lady - moving from child actress to being acclaimed as a master of her craft as both an actress and a singer. Her eyes are soulful, sultry, with a depth of wisdom to her face that is unmatched. She entranced the leading men of Bollywood as well as Hollywood and deserves a space among the hottest vintage ladies.
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This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
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Suraiya:
Theda Bara:
She was simply nicknamed "The Vamp". Her sex appeal and typecasting was so intense that people actually thought that she lounged around half-naked and seduced men left and right in her free time.
She is one of the most famous and enduring faces in silent film and yet only 6 of her 43 films survived the 1937 Fox Vault Fire! 6! Think about what we could have had!
*Theeee* celluloid blueprint for both goth chicks and sexually-manipulative women--her persona was that of a "vampire", in the sense that would eventually be shortened into "vamp", although in truth she blended both definitions beautifully. Alas, the prints of most of her back-catalogue were lost to a studio fire in 1937, but enough survives to clearly demonstrate the fantasy of enticing danger that she was so kind as to serve us.
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She's the original Vamp and first film sex symbol! She said: “The vampire that I play is the vengeance of my sex upon its exploiters. You see, I have the face of a vampire, but the heart of a feministe.” Many of her films were banned or severely cut by state and city censorship boards due to her revealing costumes and suggestive acting. She even sued the Chicago Funkhouser censorship board to let her film Cleopatra be shown in theaters. Riots broke out in theaters during showings of her film Kathleen Mavourneen. In contrast to her film persona, her private life was pretty quiet. She grew up in Cincinnati as Theodosia "Theda" Goodman, the Jewish daughter of immigrants, and had one happy marriage that lasted 30+ years until she died at age 69.
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#A REQUIREMENT#TESSA IF WE DONT GET THIS WE TAKE THE FOX LOT!
pls/ i will print and frame one and have it sent to the set. this is the bare minimum though. i wanted a photo album flip through scene 🥹
In response to this post demanding a framed wedding photo in the loft in s5.
Tessa I will meet you in Century City (I will make a pit stop at Diddy Reese and pick up ice cream sammies with the fresh made cookies for you, me & Rafa only: chocolate chip with mint chocolate chip ice cream for me, sugar cinnamon with strawberry cheesecake ice cream for you and chocolate chocolate chip with rocky road for Rafa OBVIOUSLY) and then we will STORM THE FOX LOT!!!
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Prince of the Sorrows (Rowan Blood, #1)
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Slippery Creatures (The Will Darling Adventures, #1)
The Sugared Game (The Will Darling Adventures, #2)
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A Nobleman’s Guide to Seducing a Scoundrel (The Doomsday Books, #2)
A Thief in the Night
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Something Human
Sword Dance (Sword Dance, #1)
Saffron Alley (Sword Dance, #2)
Strong Wine (Sword Dance, #3)
Honey and Pepper (When in Pheme, #1)
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Dark Rise (Dark Rise, #1)
Dark Heir (Dark Rise, #2)
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Beguiled (Enlightenment, #2)
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Master Wolf (Capital Wolves Duet, #2)
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Invitation to the Dance
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#book recommendations#links to goodreads books in the rowan blood blog#mm#cs pacat#c.s. pacat#kj charles#k.j. charles#harper fox#joanna chambers#astrid amara#alex beecroft#alex de campi#eric alan westfall#fae sutherland#madeline miller#goodreads#cat sebastian#hale ginn#lydia gastrell#aj demas#a.j. demas#tamara allen#sebastian nothwell#kellen graves
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Helloo
First off thank you so much for doing my request, I appreciate it so much and it turned out a absolute masterpiece
you have skills I swear
I have another request but it could be more angsty, wherever you wanna take it
Alright so one of the harbingers or two, dottore would make the most sense in this scenario, while testing out some random things or whatever they somehow jump to the future, whilst looking around the palace (It could be ruins but that’s going down the angsty route, would still be entertaining though) they find some sort of hooded figure, after a bit of questioning where they are and who we are it is revealed that we are a future version of the little fox, us being in our teen years of sorts,
this really could go anywhere tbh, we could be mad at them for some reason, it could be revealed they pasted away and we where still in mourning,
ofc if you don’t wanna do this you don’t have to lmao
Thanks again, you’re work is amazing
-Simon
A/n: another great request man,I'm glad you liked the other one.
ADIEU
He was messing around with a new concept. He had always been fascinated by time travelling, but he didn't expect to really achieve such enormous task, even as basic as it had been.
He felt the pull, making him lunge forward.
Time stretched until he fell.
Snow covered the land.
It seemed familiar.
Very familiar.
.
.
.
He walked around the place, realising he had just landed outside the town surrounding the cathedral. But everything was silent.
No movement, no noise.
Nothing.
Shops laid abandoned. Houses ruined by the never ending storm, no pedestrian walking.
It was so silent.
So dead.
A once bustling town reduced to nothing but ruins.
Walking further along the road, he made his way towards what remained of the majestic building.
Looking around, he saw nothing but dust,broken pillars and remains of what once was the hotspot of the most prominent nation in the world.
He checked every room, but there was no one. Not even automatons. Or the few that were there were nothing but junk, having succumbed to the ferocious weather.
Not even the rooms had been spared. Walls busted down, nothing remained.
Only a lonely figure, kneeling on the ground.
And behind them...tombs.
He approached the seemingly only survivor.
But before he could ask who they were, he recognized the names engraved in the stone.
PANTALONE
PULCINELLA
PIERRO
CHILDE
And they went on. And on.
Disbelief. Surely it must have bee a dream, a sick sort of hallucinations.
But it wasn't.
And he knew who he had in front of him.
"Y/n" he whispered.
You turned around, but you had lost all of your humanity. You remembered him, but it was for nothing.
"Everything is lost. The traveller... destroyed everything. I am the only survivor" you said, already anticipating what he was going to ask.
Dottore stilled. How could it happen? Why? Didn't the Tsaritsa...
"Not even mother survived. They hid me in a chest, and told me to stay quiet. Time passed, I heard the shouts and the screams. But then...silence. They found me, they wanted to take me with them. I couldn't. I was but a child. I couldn't do anything to protect my home...
Once they died, everything went downhill. The city, the land itself. All perished" you went on.
Impossible. It was...
Before he could say anything else he got pulled back.
You stood there. Looking forlornly at the now print of where once Dottore stood.
You bid farewell to your home. And went away into the storm.
.
.
.
He was pulled into the present, and he run. He didn't even think he had it in him to care about something so trivial, he joined the Tsaritsa to fulfill his wish.
But your eyes... They were wrong. No child had to suffer like you did. And now he could prevent that suffering.
The emergency call round fast around, and soon all of them were there.
Pierro was... petrified.
The others were traumatized.
They had to do better.
Not for them.
But for you.
.
.
.
Time flew by...but who knew what happened to the beating heart of Snezhnaya...
Nor what happened to harbingers...
All we knew was that a great war ravaged the land ...
But no winners nor losers ever emerged back...
Only a lonely piece of scarf flew around the land of eternal winter.
#genshin impact fic#genshin imagines#genshin x gender neutral reader#genshin x male reader#fatui harbingers#fatui headcanons
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