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god i wish i had the time to do art
#dont rb#i started working on a huge project before collage#but collage is expending all my energy#i miss doing what i love and makes my life worth living tails#i miss it a lot#not art
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City on Fire Part I 🌆 🔥
Austin is working as a first time producer for his chosen project adapting the City on Fire novel into 3 films. The studio sets him up with a lavish condo and you christened his success by giving him whatever he wants… he starts with you mouth.
Label Mature 18+
Art collage: Yes that’s real that’s him lower left
Turns spicy almost immediately
Established relationship, living together.
shameless smut • male dominant • daddy (if you squint) •oral male receiving• edging • size kink •suffocating• deep throating (c’mon hes huge irl) •dirty talk • orgasm denial • spanking • nipple play • hair pulling • neck biting • simultaneous orgasm •after care
Inspiration: Austin is a PRODUCER he is so talented, successful and sexy he deserves a blow job (for starters)
(Spelling errors/grammatical mistakes/repeat words etc)
~*City on Fire*~
The studio spared no expense providing Austin with a high rise condo while he worked on production of his first project; adapting the City on Fire novel into a 3 part film. The condo was an open floor plan with high vaulted ceilings chandeliers ornate tiles, a master bedroom, guest room and an office.The hot tub, gym, daily chef, daily maid and grand piano were extra perks.
There was a beautiful sunset outside this evening, the view from the floor to ceiling glass windows overlooking the city was breathtaking. The personelle had gone home for the evening he was up to date with his production staff and studio requests. It was the first evening you two could finally be alone.
You were laid on the couch together enjoying the moment watching the sunset. The beautiful purple and golden streaks forming in the clouds, the warm vibrating glow of the orange sun dipping below the horizon of the city skyline. No matter how long you and Austin needed to stay here as he worked, this condo and sunset would never disappoint.
“Mmm the perks of being a producer” he hums amused with himself a smirk playing across his face.“and talented, extremely hard working…intelligent?” you inquiring at the last one raising an eyebrow as if to question his qualifications. He gives you a mock shocked look of betrayal and you both burst into laughter.
You smile laying your head back down on his shoulder. Your right arm stretched across his chest your right leg stretched across his lap. On the long L section of this gigantic couch you two lay together with cushions under your heads as if you were on a bed.
He lazily traces circles on your shoulder, before planting a kiss on top of your head. You look up at him with doe eyes an idea suddenly playing in your mind. You want to satisfy this hot man and all his accomplishments of becoming a producer, you will reward him with whatever he wants tonight.
Playfully testing him you trail your hand down his chest, along his rock hard abs opening your leg from across his lap continuing your hand down stopping your fingertips just shy of the waist line on his pants. His chest is rising and falling a bit faster as he looks over into your eyes “keep going “ he slightly begs you, now intently focused on your hand and what you are planning to do with it.
You slide your body position down from his shoulder to align next to his waist, you prop up on your left elbow and plunge your fingers under his waistband guiding your hand directly on his cock grabbing it around the base. He gasps at your dominance. He’s already hard and growing harder in your hand excited by anticipation and curiosity.
He sits up on his elbows looking in your eyes then back down at your hand hidden on his cock, then back up at your eyes again. The wheels are turning in his head he can’t quite figure out what you plan to do. You stare back up at him playfully relishing your control over him.
“Baby, I want to reward you for all your hard work becoming a producer….” you squeeze his cock lightly and he groans in pleasure “how would you like to receive it” your voice sweet with lust.
His mind is spinning imagining all the things he wants to do to you, all the things he wants you to do to him. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back deeper in thought, you watch him swallow thickly before he tilts his head back down to look at you, a darker malevolence in his eyes.
“I want you on your knees” he says with a sternness that has you immediately following his instructions.
He holds you by your wrist removing your hand from his cock and guiding you down off the couch onto the floor. He sits up and places his feet on either side of your kneeling form. With his legs spread you can’t help but stare directly at his crotch.
“Get undressed” he snaps
You are slightly frightened yet aroused that he has turned the tables on you so quickly. You rise on your knees and shrug your shoulder straps off. Your dress falling to the floor you pull your panties off too kneeling back down removing your clothing from under your knees and discarding them near the couch.
He slowly stands up looming over you, lifting his shirt over his head and tossing it before stepping out of his pants, then his boxers, adding them to the pile.
He sits back down his dick so hard and erect it slaps against his tight abs and sways before setting firmly straight up in his lap.
Your mouth falls open in awe staring at the sight of his magnificent cock, it is so velvety smooth and veiny, all the way up to the top, his dick tip a beautiful blush pink that matches the color of his lips and cheeks from arousal.
You rub your thighs together kneeling infront of him wanting nothing more than to feel his cock inside you. But he has other plans.
Gripping the base of his dick in a fist he begins stroking it up and down staring at you kneeling in front of him. His eyes wander from your thighs rubbing together, to the rise and fall of your tits with each quickened breath you take, and then to your slightly parted lips panting for him. His dick tip turns a deeper red.
“Come here “he points at the floor space directly between his legs. You comply moving forward until you are feeling the warmth between your legs growing, your face inches from his cock.
“Open your mouth “ he commands
Your heart jumps and you obey opening wide for him.
“Mmmm look at that pretty mouth” he coos bringing his thumb to rub over your lower lip. You close your eyes and he slides his thumb in. You immediately begin sucking on it twirling your tongue. It causes him to squeeze his dick a little harder, he wants your mouth sucking him exactly this way. He quickly slips his thumb from your mouth with a wet pop, you open your eyes.
“Stick out your tongue” his voice shaking slightly from arousal. You comply letting your tongue fall out, you look so cute as if you are about to innocently lick an ice cream.
With his right hand gripping the base of his cock his left hand gently grabs the back of your head pulling you closer and closer until your tongue is pressing against the head of his dick. The tiniest moan escapes you as your tongue tastes the salty sweetness of his precum.
“You like that don’t you?” He smirks.
He begins tapping his heavy dick tip on top of your tongue in rapid succession making tiny droplets of his precum explode all over your taste buds.
Your eyes roll up for a split second as you moan tasting him and the vulgarity of him slapping his cock on your tongue this way. Your thighs are slipping as you rub them together for relief they are absolutely drenched.
“Suck on it” he commands and you readily obey. He removes his right hand from the base and pushes your head down sliding his shaft up into your mouth along your tongue. You wrap your lips around his girth sucking his dick from the middle to the top.
“Shhhit” he says through gritted teeth his eyes tightly shut enjoying the feeling of your wet hot mouth sucking him off “baby youre going to make me cum like this” he absentmindedly admits in his pleasure.
He rests his hand on top of your head pushing you down a little more on his length until you gag, he lets you rest and breathe around his cock. When your breathing calms he tries pressing you down on his length again, this time you go farther without gagging working him with your lips and tongue but you can’t get your mouth to the base of his dick.
His voice is faltering straining with pleasure “Thats it baby…suck my cock…or am I …going to have to force fuck your throat? Either way…your mouth feels …so damn good” you whine into a moan around him, his dirty words sending a shock through you that vibrates his shaft. He grips your hair harder to calm himself down, not wanting to buck up into your mouth just yet.
He keeps restraining himself back from fucking your face as much possible while you work your mouth on him but as you begin relaxing your throat, sucking and slurping deeper on him moaning at his taste, tantalizing his cock head rubbing it on the back of your throat, he loses it.
He’s heavily panting and shuddering while staring down at your mouth gliding up and down on him. He gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail with his fist and grits his teeth as he begins bucking his hips, ramming his cock into your mouth enjoying watching your head jolt on the ending of each thrust. He’s so aroused at the sight he can’t look away he’s sucking his breath through his teeth deeply moaning in pleasure.
You stick out your tongue and relax your gag reflex as much as possible, taking as much of him in as you can but each thrust of his cock is violent and has your eyes watering. He refills your mouth over and over going harder and harder until garbled gagging noises and drool are releasing from your throat.
He slows to a stop holding your head in place as he pushes his hips up slowly entering his dick as far back down your throat as he can. He tenses and lets out a loud groan as he guides his dick farther and farther down your throat. You actually feel yourself swallow around his shaft engulfed by his size unable to swallow, your throat tightly fluttering around his cock in a futile effort to close.
His eyes are rolled to the back of his head his mouth panting in pleasure his chest heaving, lashes fluttering his hand holding your head down burying your face all the way onto his cock, he’s ready to cum.
Resting his dick so far down your throat is suffocating you, you’re choking, your warning screams only vibrating his cock giving him even more pleasure his shaft swelling ready to burst. You’ve been deprived of oxygen too long your heart is racing.
In a panic you bring your hands to the top of his thighs squeezing them over and over letting him know to release you. He immediately pulls his cock all the way out of your throat releasing it from your mouth with a wet pop.
You are on your knees clutching your throat gasping for air your chest heaving. You look up to him with pleading eyes as if to say sorry.
His cock is now stiff hard, deep red, and glistening wet with your spit. He grabs the base again and pumps his shaft a few times to relieve the tension. His stare boring holes into you from the orgasm denial you just gave him.
“I’m so sorry I know you were ready, I just… I couldn’t breathe anymore Austin” you plead to him.
“Come here “ he motions for you to stand up between his legs as you regain your breath.
As soon as you stand in front of him he spanks you across your ass. The loud *SMACK* echoing, the sting causing you to jump in shock
“I’m going to get that reward you promised ”
*SMACK* he spanks you again it stings even more.
“one way or another”
Your face flushes as you remember what you agreed to.
He raises his hand slapping it across your ass one last time the *SMACK * jolts you forward.
This time he soothingly rubs it better looking deeply into your eyes breaking his dominance and giving you praise “It was so good baby I was so close to almost cumming down your throat” he reaches up tracing his finger down your neck, he shudders at the thought “I want to do it again…” your eyes grow wide “but we’ll save it for another night” he flashes a grin seeing you panic at the thought of almost suffocating on his dick again.
“Now get on top” he slaps your ass playfully. He leans back to give you space holding your hips guiding you as you climb on top of his lap. You place your hands on the nape of his neck and plant your knees on either side of his hips.
You are in an upward kneel on his lap your tits directly in his face. He cups his hands under both and squeezes them leaning in and hotly licking around your right nipple sucking it into his mouth.
You toss your head back the sensation shooting right to your core. He releases your right and passes over to the left sucking it and flicking his tongue on it before resting them both back. You look down as he traces his hands down your rib cage to your waist running his hands over you hips with his thumbs and gently squeezing your ass.
He looks up into your eyes filled with passion the closeness erotically suffocating him he loves the smell of you, the warmth of you. He holds your waist and nuzzles his nose against you planting kisses between your breasts.
He loves every time he can have you like this, so attentive so eager to please him. He looks at your beautiful face, your gorgeous round tits giving one another squeeze , and then down to your wet pussy inches above his huge cock. He knows the stretch is absolutely going to ruin you.
He plants more kisses across your chest distracting you as he holds onto your hips lowering you on top of him. The feel of your hot wet pussy opening and stretching around his tip, the pressure squeezing all around his cock as he guides deeper and deeper inside you makes him groan with pleasure, biting down on his lower lip as he strains with every fibre of his being not to cum.
You are high pitched moaning on him a stunned expression across your face as you watch his dick push inch by inch inside of you.
“Fuck baby” he finally blurts out throwing his head back releasing control.
The orgasm denial you gave wrecked him he’s so overstimulated he can’t even think straight.
You feel so full as you squeeze around his cock you take hold of his face kissing his mouth moaning between his lips the more he stretches you out.
His eyes are shut tight, his brows knitted together, his pink lips are parted he’s panting heavily not returning any of your kisses too overstimulated and blissed out barely capable of anything else no longer even guiding you down his length.
You don’t want him to stop you need him to satisfy you desperately. You take over and hold tight to the nape of his neck slowly sliding down on him your breath hitching in your throat the lower and wider you get, he’s so big. You stare at him his head thrown back in bliss , his eyes fluttering his adams apple bobbing lips parted in ecstasy. He looks so extremely beautiful you want to give him the best orgasm of his life.
He’s already guided you 3/4 of the way down his length, you grab his shoulders for more leverage and press down onto him stretching your pussy completely on his dick making you cry out in pain.
He lifts his head up in concern snapping him out of his daze but his face turns to pure bliss watching as you empale your self on his cock.
You’re riding him up and down while holding onto his shoulders, the feeling every time you land down on him rocking your hips and moaning shoots shock waves through his body. He wraps his arms tightly around hugging you to him in his lap and begins fucking back into you as hard as he possibly can.
Hes grunting and moaning loudly into your ear, working his dick up and down jolting you on top of him bouncing you with every fast paced jump of his cock.
You are a moaning mess your face a mixture of pleasure and pain. You run your hands through his sweaty hair holding it back looking at his face he’s in pure concentration fucking you so hard.
In a moment of heightened frenzy he grabs a handful of your hair pulling your head back exposing your throat and biting into your neck sucking it so hard it makes your pussy clench and flutter around him as you orgasm all over on his cock “ Aaaah uuuh Austin you made cum” you moan out still riding your high as he’s sucking your neck and bouncing you on his dick
It sends sends him rolling into his climax. He releases his mouth from your neck looking down at his cock covered in your cum sliding in and out of you he starts moaning so loudly from the sight it mentally unhinges him.
He grips you tighter locking you in place watching his dick railing in and out of you over and over harder and faster until his orgasm washes over him and he roars loudly flooding his hot cum deep inside your pussy. His thrusts begin to falter he gives you a few more slower and softer until he stops. He's panting heavily unable to catch his breath, his pupils are blown out wide as he stares at you in astonishment. You are both covered in sweat.
He releases his hold around you and falls back onto the couch completely exhausted his chest rising and falling rapidly.
With him still inside, you slowly lift off of him, the warm cum spilling out of you onto his cock and into his lap.
He's still blissed out staring up into space his breathing slower coming down from his high thinking about the mind blowing ride you just gave him.
You tip toe to the nearest bathroom grabbing a hand towel and washing yourself. You lightly soak another with warm water returning to him on the couch, kneeling down and gently patting and wiping him clean with the cloth.
It snaps him out of his daze and he sits up on his elbows “ fuck baby what did you do to me?” He smiles at you knowing exactly what just happened. He can’t stop replaying it in his mind.
You just grin at him lovingly he’s so incredibly sexy and playful when he’s satisfied. You hurry to rinse the wash cloths in the nearest bathroom throwing them into the hamper.
“Let’s go to bed” you hear him say loudly as he stands up from the couch across the room. You both head toward the master bedroom completely naked. Hes staring at your body as you walk thinking about how lucky he is, all the things you let him do tonight.
*City on Fire Part II next*
He isn’t finished with his reward and wants to repay you for blowing his mind on the couch by giving you an earth shattering orgasm on the king size bed.
Female oral receiving • overstretching • overstimulation • multiple orgasm female • hand constraint •choking • cum eating (austin eating you after you orgasm )
… more of the good stuff
#austin butler smut#austin butler#austin butler x reader#austin butler fanfiction#austin butler smut fic#smut#fanfic#austin butler fic#austin butler x fem!reader#austinbutler#passionate#intimate#fanstasy
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I have been thinking about what types of notions and things the craft dorm (what I've been calling the Shu/Izumi/Kuro/Mao dorm) would have in their respective kits and ended up making some collages with my thoughts. In order it's Shu, Izumi, Kuro, and Mao. Longer explanation below the cut.
Shu:
Since he canonically makes lace I put all sorts of different lace making tools on his. In the english server it got translated as crochet and crochet lace can be absolutely gorgeous and it's pretty portable so it makes sense, hence the steel hooks. The other lace making tools are bobbins and a bobbin pillow and a tatting shuttle. While tatting is the "lesser" form of lace making compared to crochet and bobbins, it's by far the most portable as the thread is wound around the shuttle and to me Shu would probably do tatting on the plane to/from Japan and France. Also included for him are pretty generic sewing notions, your pins and pincushion, scissors, a needle and thread, t-pins, and beeswax. T-pins can be used to block the lace as well, and the beeswax is for hand sewing. Fun fact but if you run your thread over beeswax a few times before starting to sew it'll help strengthen your thread and prevent it from splitting! Shu also heavily prefers working with natural fibers over synthetic.
Izumi:
Guy absolutely uses DPNs (double pointed needles) for his knitting, at least when it comes to socks and hats. I believe in some of the examples of his knitting we've seen he has done cabling so a cable stitch holder is there as well, though I can imagine he does it without it too if it gets lost. He also has a ball winder and I wish I had thought to put a swift on here too but like Shu, he prefers to get natural fibers over synthetic and hand dyed wool is great but it comes in hanks which areeeeeee hard to work with so a swift and ball winder would be necessary for him. Also included are more t-pins, a blocking board, stitch markers, and yarn needles.
Kuro:
To me, Kuro is the type of guy to make scrap quilts with left over fabric from the outfits he makes for his friends (and also out of like old shirts his sister has grown out of), so he has a huge scrap fabric pile he's constantly thinking about what type of blocks to make them into. I feel like he'd also make his own appliques for these quilts and would use basting spray to hold those down, obviously. Also the type of guy who just carries spare buttons on him in case of an emergency. Also has a seam ripper, scissors (thread, fabric), a tailor's measuring tape, and a cutting board.
Mao:
I know he doesn't really craft but to me? He's a crocheter. He tried knitting once and failed very badly but crochet (in my opinion at least) is a lot easier to grasp for beginners and I think he made the dorm a few dish cloths at first but mostly makes amigurumis now of his favorite manga characters, as well as little toys for his friends, hence the safety eyes. Probably works more with synthetic fibers due to ease of accessibility and variety of colors, though he tries not to buy too much of the same color unless he knows what it'll be used for. Also has stuffing, yarn needles, stitch markers, and a little crochet hook carrying case.
General Notes:
There were some things I didn't think to add until after I had already finished all of these collages, and some things that were things I thought everyone would have. To start, Shu would obviously also have a blocking board for his lace blocking, and as mentioned earlier Izumi would have a swift. Shu probably also has a swift and ball winder or just borrows Izumi's when he buys anything heavier than thread for crochet (which isn't often so I'm leaning more towards borrowing). Kuro would also have a bar of beeswax for the same reason as Shu, as well as maybe a thimble? Though I suppose it depends on how much he cares about his fingers being callused from the needle. Shu has a thimble. I also think all four of them would have some sort of project bag, whether it's just an old backpack or something a bit more expensive, they all have something that allows them to take their crafts on the go.
Anyway that's all I had but please tell me your thoughts if you want :3
#shay speaks#enstars#ensemble stars#shu itsuki#izumi sena#kuro kiryu#mao isara#ensemble stars headcanons#enstars headcanons#i want to get a tatting shuttle :( i know how to make nets though with a shuttle and spacer#tatting lace can look really beautiful if you know what you're doing please look up some examples of it#ragh. anyway. i'm gonna stop myself from going off on too much of a tangent rn#i <3 crafting
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In 2018, one night, I started to make a wish. Scanning with a printer various different collages I had created and regretting not getting much started in life, Marilyn Monroe stared back from the scan with a smile.
The project title became Sylvan Mind, then Sylvan Hotel, then it became something of a black-out poetry session, then unwillingly ending the night, started again in the morning. I couldn't get my mind off that damned wish to create something worthwhile.
Was it all that worthwhile?
A time did come when I found it truly inspiring, uplifting, and something to sacrifice myself for. It became a passion of mine to scrap digital images together or cut up magazines to tape, glue; it actually might have been the only thing holding me together. I doubt that it was my saving grace - I believe now that in part, it was and still is an unhealthy obsession. However, to look beyond trying to make something of this bulk of information…I’m not sure, but it now holds a huge significance to me.
GHOST HONEY : ZINES + PUBLICATIONS + ART + POETRY
We are now a group of four women loosely held by the ties of art and creating poetry. Maybe our paths crossed by luck or coincidence, and maybe by the stars. As mentioned, the project started out by myself (Zelda Max) in 2018, growing out of my chaotic life until around 2020, when my life stabilized. I used my Samsung until around them too; then precariously got to some of my senses and bought a computer. That was around the time I met the three other women in our zine-making collective. We decided to, alongside some past work, start writing and creating about the bitterness of love and the melancholy state of loneliness. This turned out into two different publications: Below the Pink Moon and Sunset Motel.
Before we created these two projects (the first one involving all of us while the latter was just myself and Caitlin Rose), I introduced them to something called Syko-Zine, which I created years prior to meeting them.
The artworks in Syko-Zine were created in 2011, while I was still a teenager in school, learning Photoshop and having fun with it. After some years went by and my interest in zines piqued, I decided to condense my various loose digital files of art by printing and manually pasting the images into an empty sketchbook. I called it “Connect the Dots,” back then in 2018. It was a prelim to “Syko” which was printed around 2020, around the time I met the others.
I’ll get around to posting the title page.
Anyhow, I made some different logos and messed around with different ways the artwork can potentially look for [GH].
Well, that’s it for now! Be back soon with more about Ghost Honey information and stories about how we came to this point in creating more poetry, art, and stories. Catch you on the flip side.
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From Care to Cure and Back
Under the umbrella of the LINA platform a program From Care to Cure and Back was initiated by Ana Dana Beroš in collaboration with the Association of Architects of Istria (DAI-SAI). "Treat, cure and give care again", is the idea behind this program, says Ana Dana and stress how important is to deal with experimental publishing practices in architecture.
Ana Dana Beroš at the Publishing Acts: The Publishing School Pedagogies of Care in Rijeka (2020). | Photo © Matija Kralj Štefanić
She is referring how care was and is missing in the formal education of architecture, in the form of a humanistic way of thinking and asking background questions, which primarily concern the users of buildings. With the construction of the state, public projects fell into the background. It became clear that we must learn from our own history, repair, preserve and take care together, and not build unnecessarily.
How will architecture change in the future?
ADB: It will change drastically. I ask myself all the time is it ethical to build anymore? Or should we be focusing on “the great repair” of the broken world? Or is it broken architecture, or mankind, or more than human environment? This question are arising because we were witnessing for more than half of century the capitalist modernity, with its emphasis on innovation, growth, and progress, its economic system based on consumerism and wasteful use, and profligacy, has led to a ruthless exploitation of humans and nature.
Architecture has played a huge small part in this, as the statistics on greenhouse gas emissions and construction and demolition waste prove. As a counter-strategy to capitalism’s creative destruction, we should focus on the repair, in which nurturing and maintenance that should become the key strategies for the action.
Publishing Acts I-II-III (2017-2020) | Photo © Matija Kralj Štefanić, collage Ana Dana Beroš
This is not just mine thinking, the notions of care in architecture have been part of many international exhibitions starting from the Critical Care at the Architektur Zentrum in Viena curated by Elke Krasny and Angelika Fitz, the term The Great Repair was used by Milica Topalović and her team at ETH, then are here Pedagogies of the Broken Planet. This is how I see the future.
What does your critical spatial practice include?
ADB: My critical spatial practice has components of artistic research, documentary filmmaking, curating, publishing/broadcasting, exhibition design, activism and post-disciplinary de-schooling. This is work that overlaps, diverges, converges, runs in parallel, in circles, and in many cases came before and goes beyond.
A whole multitude of practitioners and theorists have been developing work in an expanded field such as this, quite different perhaps from the one Rosalind Krauss identified in 1979. Critical spatial practice was coined by the theorist Jane Rendell in 2000s as a helpful way of describe projects located between art and architecture, that both critiqued the sites into which they intervened as well as the disciplinary procedures through which they operated.
LINA - DAI-SAI programme From Cure to Care and Back. | Photo © Ana Dana Beroš
Taking into account the wide spectrum of intellectual fields close to architecture and space - from urban anthropology to human geography - I consider connecting architecture with feminist theory crucial for the development of critical spatial practices. Gender-based analysis of architecture, its multiple forms of representation, where subjects and spaces are viewed as performatives and constructs, is aimed primarily at questioning the world around us.
Moreover, critical spatial practices are necessarily self-critical and tend to change society, in contrast to orthodox architectural practices that seek to maintain and strengthen the existing social and spatial order of inequality.
How is the LINA platform important for your development on architecture of care?
ADB: I have started Architecture of Care actually developing through the concept of Pedagogies of Care within the predecessor platform to LINA, the former Future Architecture. The Publishing School: Pedagogies of Care is an exploration on how we learn and produce knowledge collectively through emancipatory practices of care. The program builds upon the three Publishing Acts and their collective efforts in shaping unordinary publications, unlikely publics and unorthodox spatial imaginaries.
Publishing Acts, The Publishing School -Pedagogies of Care (Rijeka, 2020). | Design © Marin Nižić
Can radio become again a media for architecture (like in the time of Wright) and in which way you work with it?
ADB: Regarding the radio, as a powerful architectural tool, or to the media that architecture uses, I can agree with many who say that architecture has nowadays become transmedial. We don’t create only in the offline dimension, in concrete and brick, but in the online sphere as well. All media are allowed, or rather necessary, to attain goals of architecture. I have been involved in radio forever as been working for Croatian radio HR3, I have been developing the Radio Schools with artists during the Pedagogies of Care. As our colleagues from dpr-barcelona we claim to this cover that radio is louder than bombs that relates to their motto.
Beside radio you work is also dedicated on documentary film?
ADB: My documentary work is dedicated both to architecture and migration topics. Within the Croatian Architects’ Association I have been leading, then co-leading a documentary project Man and Space and working as a scriptwriter on long feature documentaries dedicated to the life achievement laureates.
Geotrauma - Ana Dana Beros and Matija Kralj Štefanić at the V Magazine. | Foto © Marija Gašparović
In pluriannual research on the relational reading of migrant bodies and migrant territories, conducted together with the artistic partner and cinematographer Matija Kralj Štefanić, we have been departing from nonrepresentational theories, the practices of witnessing that produce knowledge without contemplation. The experimental documentary trajectory builds on previous investigations in the Mediterranean: in reception camps (Contrada Imbriacola, Lampedusa), hotspots (Moria, Lesbos), makeshift camps (Idomeni, Greece), urbanized camps (Dheisheh, Palestine), city refugees (Mardin, Turkey), and, recently, in the Balkans, where we live.
Transmigrancy - Life of Art Magazine, 101-2017 edited by Ana Dana Beroš: Geotrauma. Photo © Matija Kralj Štefanić (design bilic mueller studio)
We refined methods of producing critical, nonrepresentational images, and of gathering and documenting evidence found in borderscapes, in order to make a transmedial and migratory archive, a border documentarism, that is in constant articulation. After the pandemic, from mute images of migrants’ residuals that speak for themselves, we have started creating a polyphony of protagonists of migrant origin and those involved in the No Border movement in a documentary series Three-Voiced: Stories on the Move, broadcast in Croatia. As a contemporary response to the rise of fascist phenomena in Europe, In the era of fetishizing borders and territorialization of bodies, it was crucial to start resonating in a new voiced register for topics that are not heard, or rather systematically not listened to in our societies.
It is just one of many attempts at confronting structures of silencing, asking: Can we, through collective vibration, transform silence into a path of newfound hope and solidarity?
How Intermundia opened an important topic of transmigration in Europe?
ADB: Back in 2014, Intermundia research project questioned alternating border-scapes of trans-European and intra-European migration. The focus was put on the Italian island of Lampedusa, metonymy for contemporary Western conditions of confinement. For me, back then it was clear that the dominant discourses on illegal migration obscure the role of international migration as a regulatory labour market tool. It was important to stress that migrants must be conceived primarily as workers, not only as immigrants. It seemed that, in the pre-pandemic times of constant mobility, involuntary territorial shifts of the precarious workers was parallel to the detention of undesired migrants.
Intermundia at the Venice Biennial in 2014. | Foto © Ana Opalić
Instead of observing Lampedusa as a consolidated institution of the waiting room, as a jailed zone in the middle of conflict, Intermundia attempted a post-human perspective in order to investigate the ambivalent state of in-betweenness. I was aware of the impossibility of cultural translation of such a condition, the understanding of the Other, so the project Intermundia, exhibited and awarded at the Architecture Biennial in Venice 2014, challenged visitors to immerse themselves into a coffin-like light and sound installation. Inducing Verfremdungseffekt, the project asked for solemnity and re-action, and not simply empathy.
I am not sure Intermundia opened the important topic of migration in Europe, but for sure it was a predecessor to the summer of migration in 2015, with the great influx of migrants, refugees and the formation of the so-called Balkan Route.
What does architecture mean to you?
ADB: I dare to say that the fundamental task architecture has is to articulate spatial thinking, thinking capable of asking questions about burning issues of our society in a different way, hence of also creating a different reality. Architecture must offer a space for understanding of the existential condition of an individual and of society, and must also construct a foundation for a life with dignity. We know who we are, and where we belong, precisely through human constructions, both material and intellectual.
Intermundia "Io sono Africanicano". | Photo © Ana Dana Beroš
Ana Dana Beroš (b. 1979) is an architect based in Zagreb, but often explores contested borderscapes of Europe and beyond. Co-founder of ARCHIsquad - Division for Architecture with Conscience and its educational program UrgentArchitecture in Croatia. Her interest is architectural theory, experimental design and publishing as spatializing practice led her to co-found Think Space (2010-2015) and Future Architecture (2016-2021) international platforms, and currently LINA (2022-2025). The LINA member DAI-SAI ongoing project From care to cure and back, under her curation, explores critical architectural heritage on the case of The Children’s Maritime Health Resort of Military Insured Persons in Krvavica, and encourages transformation of both material and immaterial environments from spaces of a common disease into places of common healing. Her project Intermundia on trans- and intra-European migration was a finalist for the Wheelwright Prize at GSD Harvard, and received a Special Mention at the XIV Venice Architecture Biennale curated by Rem Koolhaas (2014). In her pluriannual research and relational reading of migrant bodies and migrant territories, she departs from non-representational theories, the practices of “witnessing” that produce knowledge without contemplation. The fragments of the migratory archive, a border documentarism formed together with the filmmaker and cinematographer Matija Kralj Štefanić, have been made public in different forms and formats, exhibitions and publications (2016-2022) – and lately within a documentary series Three-voiced: Stories on the move (2022-).
Here You can listen to the WELTRAUM interview
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introduction post
hi, i'm new to tumblr so I'm not exactly sure how I want to format this but this is an introduction post and also my first ever post on tumblr. so exciting.
my goal with this blog is to share the parts of myself others don't really get to share. i want to talk about my interests by writing lists, reviews, commentaries, etc. I also hope to eventually start posting my art on here and finally start art projects I've always wanted to do. i'll post when i'm able too i guess.
✧ about me ✧
my name is lois👩🏾💻. im 18. she/they. demisexual & demiromantic. black american (w/ caribbean heritage 🇯🇲).
im currently a first-year undergrad student. i intend to major in new media with a concentration in amimation as well as minor in africana studies and possibly business or arts & management.
i'm a hobbyist artist (currently) but i've done some freelance work before. both traditional & digital. more below.
mtbi: intp-t
sign~ sun🌞; leo, moon🌚; taurus, rising💫; cancer
interests: art; anime & animation; manga, webcomics & manwha; reading; music/singing; kdramas; tv & movies; language; and etc. i wrote all about them below
✴ interests ✴
art: i've been drawing since I was little and started to take it seriously in middle school. i'm basically getting a practical art degree, took me a long time to accept i wanted to do art. more specifically i draw and paint but most of my traditional work ends up being multimedia (collage, colored pencil, etc.). i do digital work in procreate and i have clip studio paint but i still don't know how to use it...
anime & animation: i literally love it, I grew up watching it with my family specifically my dad got me and my siblings into and I've loved it ever since. part of the reason i started this blog. the genres i gravitate towards are romance, fantasy, mystery, slice of life, magical girl, etc. i'm big on shoujo and want to get more into josei. one of my favorite animes of all time is Akagami no Shirayukihime (or Snow White with the Red Hair).
manga, webcomics & manwha: I've been reading webtoons since the app came out tbh. but for at least 6 years now. i love explaining these plots to my mother, they are so crazy sometimes. um in terms of manga, i haven't read too many only of series of i reallllly liked so specifically Akagami no Shirayukihime and Akatuski no Yona (or Yona of the Dawn) but I want to read more so I started Bungou Stray Dogs. Also, the first volume of manga I've ever bought is Snow White with the Red Hair. my current fav webtoons/manwha are: stray souls, remarried empress, my in-laws are obessessed with me, from knight to a lady, like wind on a dry branch, morgana & oz, raven saga, maybe meant to be, and soooo many more. that would have to be a post on it's own 😅
reading: I really enjoy reading books and my goal this year is 50 books and these past two or so years I've had a focus in reading poc authors/poc main characters and i've been pretty successful in that. but again genres I really enjoy are romance and mystery.
games: i'm not a huge gamer but i do like genshin impact (haven't played in a year tho but i hope to start again), sims4 (when i feel l like it) and minecraft (when i feel like it) and like 2 others.
music: i love singing and listening to music. like i LOVE karaoke, i even have my own machine. i really enjoy music from media (movies, tv-shows, anime, etc.) soundtracks. genres I enjoy are: r&b, woman rap, pop, kpop, and etc. i mostly listen to the same exact songs for weeks at a time so i always fall out of the loop on new music but i always try and incorporate when i can.
kdramas: i'm adding this because specifically I watch so many of these and it's an interest i share with my mom especially. my favorite drama of all time is Strong Woman Do Bong Soon.
tv & movies: i enjoy consuming content. I love watching things from other cultures and languages. i've seen german, french, italian, thai, japanese, british, australian, indian, south african, nigerian media and etc. and very obviously american.
culture, history, and politics: i have interest in learning about others cultures and history but i do have a focus on black history, culture and politics 👍🏾. not gonna go too in-depth.
language: i want to be a polyglot but i'm too lazy but i do want to be able to be proificient in german, french and korean. my stepmom is german so my twin sisters will be bilingual and i want to commuicate with them, french because i've taken 4 semesters of it and while have to take a 5th eventually and korean since i consume a lot of korean media 🤷🏾♀️
others: rollerskating, dance, psychology/neurodiversity, health, fashion, etc.
~ random facts ~ (if you made it this far)
i love using emojis
my favorite color is ~ pink !!
i enjoy making lists
i keep a bullet journal/planner
i have 4 siblings (2 brothers and 2 sisters). i'm the oldest/first-born.
i enjoy going to museums
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~ i plan on making a separate post for my other socials or just ediitng this one. we'll see
but if you want to be mutuals or chat i'm okay with that. i want to interact with like minded people on here so reach out if you'd like.
#introductory post#pinned post#intro post#about myself#black tumblr#anime and manga#artist#demisexual#demiromantic#student#college student#langauge learning#music#tv & movies#reading#art#animation#games
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Me rambling about my OCs to anyone who will listen pt 1
Dumping my ideas for my self insert Dialtown OC because I don't have someone to babble to so a Tumbler post will have to do. Will probably reblog this a dozen more times with more lmao. The text font is Indie Flower #6290C4
I whipped up a collage because i can't edit or draw for shit. i forgot to add shoes, but they probably wear huge boots with the strings torn out cause they couldn't be bothered to keep tying them.
I'll start with the simple stuff. Their name is Francis Bell,they're a freshly 18(Aquarius, Jan 31) AFAB nonbinary mess of a human. They're 5'0, but sometimes stuff stilts into their pants & heels of their shoes to make them taller and they are 'can shift the veins and bones around in their wrists a little' kinda scrawny cause projection. They kind of resent the phone= man typewriter=woman binary, and would have kept their typewriter head if not for..the incident. They have a complex bouquet of undiagnosed Neurodivergency and other mental illnesses. They wear those fake nails not for style, but to keep themselves from gnawing on their fingernails. (how does that work when they supposedly have no teeth,IDFK)They work for the funfair, both working with the rides and the ticket stand when Jerry is off the clock.
They're a bitter recluse, hiding their issues under a thick blanket of self-deprecating humor."Self-hatred Is hip now" as they'd say. They want to be seen as cold and collected rather than the anxious mess they are.Definitely the type to lovingly call you a bitch. Has an ex they claim to hate but their refusal to part with any of her gifts to them says otherwise.They are scared of being vulnerable because they know they cling don't anyone who shows them kindness and they cling hard. They like to think of themselves as a tortured artist, despite having near abandoned their writing passion, and they buy cigarettes to light but never smoke. As much as they still like the idea of being a revolutionary, even if not for incidents that we will get into later, they know very well how quickly they fold when someone so much as raises their voice at them.
Besides Jerry, It has one other friend, a cat that pops in and out of Its apartment that It named Misty. She doesn't like being touched unless she initiates and she scratches It sometimes but It loves her anyways.
They really like early 2000s and 2010s pop, but don't admit it because they feel the need to keep up this super alternative persona. The reason why? To prove a point, in a way. For two years before the events of the game, they were dating a girl named Mae Marshall(though they were identifying as a girl named Sophia Poole at the time, this will be relevant later.) Introvert X rich Party girl vibes. They were even writing the story for the two's first project with Mae doing the art.
The only problem with their relationship was with Mae's friends and family, who are a bunch of conformist rich mobster(that last part wasn't exactly known to Them, though)assholes and she never stood up for them, even joining in on their mockery. Mae would give them the rings they wear now and other jewelry as apology presents, which they started to see as her trying to buy their tolerance of being ruthlessly mocked and never defended.
This comes to a head when the mob apparently decides they want them dead.(I'm still debating on whether the dead thing was the truth or a misunderstanding and they were actually being run out of town.)You see, our buddy Fran didn't always take everything in Dialtown with little more than a grumble, often organizing protests for the dozens of problems plaguing the town and the Mayor couldn't be bothered since(in her mind) they had nothing to do with her grandpa's vision for Dialtown. Mae catches wind of the supposed murder plot, and decides to dump them; as she was a fledgling at the time, their relationship would only make them easier to find. Instead of saying "My mob family wants you DEAD" though, she decides to fall back on her old defenses and claims the reason is that they are too embarrassing.
They have maybe a day to process this(which consisted of them blaring Miley Cyrus' '7 Things' and abandoning their project) when the whole 'being wanted dead by the Dialtown Mafia' thing is made extremely clear to them. They, of course, book it as fast as their tiny limbs can carry them(TW: Implications of self-harm),attempting hasty and dangerous transition with the rotary phone they snagged from their parent's house beforehand and a knife.
While they're doing their thing, they accidentally wake up the poor man sleeping in the dumpster of the alley they ducked into.(I think you can guess who he is)
Francis winds up accidentally roping the sap into helping fake their death. To this day, they'd say they owe him their life.With the death of Sophia Poole established, they start their new life.(I can't find anywhere else where this fits,but they are weirdly defensive of the Dialtown Mob for this reason:"if the people that forced me to fake my death and pick up my life from nothing are just a bunch of incompetent losers, what does that say about me?") They get their old job back under a new name, start living in a crappy apartment that they can hardly afford the bills for.The 'killers' dump the dummy body into the pond lake, A detective that just moved in(who will likely be getting her own post later on alongside The ex as they're both datables as well) discovers the 'Sophia Poole' case,and this is where we make it to valentines day.
I imagine Phone/TypeGingi would meet Francis in the apartments. They'd See It staring solemnly into the smog-filled air from Its balcony like the dramatic hoe It is and Will climb up to say hi. After a bit of banter, Gingi learns that It just got dumped and is trying to prove to their only human (kind of) friend that It's moved on because their jokes about being unlovable because of being dumped are concerning, so they agree to be Its rebound in exchange for getting into the funfair.
They dressed up in their fanciest suit and top hat for their shitty amusement park date. "Hah! Who needs to move on now Jerry?"-"OBVIOUSLY, YOU."
The lesson around their route would be showing Gingi peeling away their defensive layers, teaching them they should fight for their own approval and happiness rather than caring what other people think,and picking her writing back up as a more healthy coping mechanism.(Oh, and causing problems for the corrupt government.That too.)They have a new sense of self worth,more of a legal presence in dialtown apart from 'Sophia Poole',published their first novel as a protest piece showing how Dialtown really is dedicated to Gingi,(under an alias,they're bold not stupid) and they have officially adopted Misty.Unless you get their shit yourself and die ending,which involves their ex,crime(probably) and a huge accidental body count(almost definitely). In all honestly,I wanna write a hypothetical route or at least hypothetical endings and a beginning,but this post is already long enough so I'll close this with some playlists for now.
Longer Playlist:https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLMdCe6gGGxLeV7m-EfqDuqpW387c7-Gc-&feature=share
Shorter Playlist Below:
I Deserve To Bleed by Sushi Soucy
2.Passing Through(Can't The Future Just Wait) by Kaden MacKay
3. This Is Home by Cavetown
4. 50 Ways To Say Goodbye by Train
5. 7 Things by Miley Cyrus
6. Mr Brightside by The Killers
7. Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time by Panic!At The Disco
8. Cupid by Jack Stauber
9. Heather by Conan Grey
10. The One That Got Away By Katy Perry
If you've made it this far, thank you for entertaining my weird, disturbing rambles, and have a lovely day.
#dialtown oc#dialtown#self harm cw#toxic relationship cw#attempted murder cw#IMPISH DLC#quick note to the gender thinng but i've decided to also make them demigendervoid
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Hi Sarah! This is going to sound really weird but I’ve been working on a collage book of Taylor looks/appearances in chronological order year by year starting in 2006. I basically find pictures and note the occasion/date they were taken, then print them out and collage them in my notebook. Again, I realize it’s really weird, but I’m in my final semester of college and it’s kind of become a fun coping mechanism to deal with anxiety— I work a little bit on it each night before I go to bed. I absolutely love the online scavenger hunt element of trying to find the source of rare images (your blog and that of @10yearsoftaylor have been an total godsend for this project lol), and it’s really fun t look back on her career and make connections/realize things that I hadn’t before. On that note, I’m just finishing up on 2009 and it’s making me realize how busy Taylor was early in her career. This isn’t to say she isn’t busy now, not in the slightest, but I’m finding that she was making appearances almost daily some months: doing all sorts of small performances, sometimes having multiple events in one day, etc. And this isn’t even mentioning the amount of traveling she was doing— I realize in 2009 a lot of that is due to her being on tour, but she was also doing so many interviews and appearances on the side while on tour that I was getting whiplash at some points. I’ve been a fan since 2008, but I only came online in 2019, so I never really grasped the scope of how much she was working back then. I can’t imagine how exhausting that must have been, especially for a teenager. It’s given me even more respect for her, and it makes the people who claim that her dad bought her career or that her fame was a fluke seem even more ridiculous than I already found them.
This is SUCH A FUN THING to even tangentially be a part of. Omg! I'm honoured that TSS was a resource for such a huge undertaking.
I think a lot about her daily and sometimes twice-daily outfit changes during 2014-2015 a lot!
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Blog 8
Chapter 7 is The Evolution of Typographic Technology. Thinking about handcraft and handlettering is actually an extremely good topic for this week since I went and talked to Brad Vetter at his gallery show on Thursday. He talked to me about how he initially started with computer design and typography until he realized he wanted to be more hands on with his work. He got an internship at Hatch, which taught him all about letter press. I was also interested in how he got the designs on his ink blocks and he shared that he learned during that internship to lazer cut the designs out of the block himself. I found that fascinating as it was a whole other part of the art and design world I feel as though I had never opened my mind to before. As I am watching a lot of my works now, I think I am feeling a similar process to him, however, I am not sure if letter press is my solution as well. I am happy to be getting more experienced and have teachers who are pushing me so that I can learn more and become more well rounded as an artist overall. I am also grateful that GD+I gets so many opportunities to meet professionals in the working world and ask questions or build our networking, this to me is a huge piece of how to become successful in the future. For my images this week I am including one image of a collage I am currently working on for our zine project where I cut out letters from a magazine and physically pasted them on.
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Movement Project Week 4 - Suffering from Ceramics
I guess I'm just lying in these titles now cause I actually really enjoyed the ceramics workshop on Monday. I was a complete Zombie from not sleeping the night before, so maybe that was the root cause of the suffering. I choose to agree with the Buddha though that desire is the root of all suffering and there was nothing I more desired on Monday morning than to be not in school. Hence the title.
That actually got me thinking though, about desire and suffering. came in to the Elaine/Gemma/Mary's ceramics workshop on Monday with an obvious desire; to recreate my spiral staircase in clay and be done with it. This rockheaded approach is obviously not conducive with the creative process which our great school endeavours to instill in it's student body.
When I let go of that desire and simply engaged with the workshop as intended, I not only enjoyed the process of it a lot more, but found I landed on better ideas than those I was holding onto so steadfast. This is essentially a longwinded way of saying that when the ceramics workshop opened with us painting sheets of paper with ink, I was internally combusting.
Above: Ceramics?
This was pretty fun. We were asked to write out a list of words, verbs specifically, that had something to do with movement or our conception of it. And then we had to express that through the unforgiving canvas of black ink on white paper. I've uploaded it already for a previous post, but here's another look at the list I put together:
Above: Obviously leaving room in case I hadn't written enough...
So for those playing along at home your task is to look at the set of veritable rorschach test of inkblots above and connect them to their verb of origin...
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The answer is number 1. "fall" for all of them... I don't know why I wrote so many tbh. You might also note that in all the infinite vastness of my personal dictionary the word "spiral" doesn't appear once. I still hadn't connected the dots on that one... I am very smrt.
Above: The process
I was pretty conservative with this whole process, maybe due to the aforementioned sleep deprivation. I did three A2 sheets, which felt like a lot til I saw how many everyone else did. Even in terms of the tools used to make marks in ink, I was below par. I used a foam brush with a triangular tip, a roll of material that felt like what straw hats are made of out but probably wasn't that, cardboard, and gravity.
Honestly I could've been a lot more adventurous here and some of the class made some incredible impressionistic work. I think I prefer the "experiment with the resources you have" stage, to the "gather resources" stage if that makes sense. I feel a lot more able to get creative once the limitations have been set, which sounds pretty contradictory now that I write it out... onto the next step.
Above: Very interesting shapes according to me
The next step was choosing one of our inked up pages and photocopying it at different sizes and with inverted colours to get us thinking purely in terms of shape. We made viewfinder to locate the most interesting parts of the image and gave particular attention them. Evidently I choose the swooshy curve from my second sheet.
Above: (:
At first we were told to cut up, rearrange, and mess around with all our photocopied material to come up with an interesting collage of shapes. I hate collages. I hate scrap booking. I hated this. sadface.
Then it all turned around when we told to start thinking in 3D and combining our shapes into structures. This was a huge relief for me. Making weird shapes out of paper is a lot more fun and creatively motivating than making collages.
Above: Return of the spiral staircase
My first structure was pretty simple. I had told Elaine about my staircase idea and she suggested trying it out in paper. The centre column is just an A3 sheet rolled into in a cylinder and the steps are short strips of card taped onto the side. Not exactly the most elegant contraption.
Above: Spiral something or other
After talking with Mary about the project, I finally had my eureka moment of realising "spiral" is a also a movement verb. Very intellectual stuff. She suggested pushing the spiral idea into forms other than a staircase, so I got two cutouts of my swoopy yoke and connected them end-to-end after wrapping them into cylinders.
The shape lent itself to having a kind of dolphin tail or cresting wave look to it. It made the start and end points seem ambiguous, a static object that had a dynamic motion to it, the exact thing I had been searching for with the staircase. I had to compromise a bit and add a strip of card for support but this was still the work I was most happy with from the workshop.
Tumblr is informing me I'm out of images for this post so I'll finish this off in another.
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A Different Point of View Project
Making the Text.
03.10.23
That day, I was tasked with creating a small text for which I would later need to create an illustration. This involved picking two books, 3 random lines out of each, and merging them together to create a small text. I loved this exercise as I love serendipity, and it posed a challenge for me as I did not know what my project would be about.
I looked into themes I worked with often, like photography, film, graphic design, advertisement, and information depiction. In terms of film, I immediately thought of David Lynch, as he has been a huge inspiration to me. So, I picked out the book Room to Dream, which had amazing quotes I used. The second book is called The Land in Between, which called out to me immediately as I often came across art about abandoned buildings in post-Soviet areas. The two combined very well to create a story about loss (at least that is what I saw in it).
B: In the dark interiors of small chapels,
A: He was crying out to the cosmos for help.
B: Celebrated for its ability to create an indexical imprint of the world.
A: To persuade him that it was not an illogical thing to do.
B: 27 April, 08:25-10:35, Incidence of light from the east.
A: No, she’s dead.
Investigation.
I started brainstorming. Everything I associated with the little text I wrote down on paper in a little mindmap. I knew I wanted to do a digital collage of old texture photos I had left because of the "indexical imprint of the world" bit in the text. While the cosmos for me has always reminded me of a spiral. I also wanted to include the interiors of chapels in there as well. In terms of composition, I came up with the sketch on the left. I had the idea of making it in a photobook format, but I did not have much material (e.g., photos of the couple I was going to depict) to work with, and I did not want to make it with simpler silhouettes. So, instead, I decided on a black-and-white illustration as my medium.
Research
For visual inspiration, I made a small moldboard compiled from Pinterest images, which I picked out very intuitively to mimic the whole creation process. If I felt like they could accompany the text I saved them. The was no indication that I needed to look into an existing artist so I referred back to my old work, digital collages and film photography.
Process.
It was quite difficult to begin with. I've done digital collages before, but they were of faces and flat. In this case, I needed shadows and dramatic light. First, I made a small sketch and put together the cosmos and the field. I made them out of photos I took at the Natural History Museum. I also added the cosmos spiral and learned how to use the outer glow effect.
Then I started adding smaller bits of the chapel together. I drew in the woman and the man (characters of my story) and added small details of a brick wall and some grass near the entrance. I left the chapel with only two walls because the book that mentioned them was about abandoned buildings, so I thought this could be a very old run-down chapel.
The line mentioned "incidence of light" I thought could be the name of the piece, so I put it on a separate art board. I chose the color red for the background because although a common color of love, often in combination with black, is used for distressing scenes. I thought it would be great to depict the color of loss that makes this man cry out to the cosmos. I also added a paper texture to both artboards because I thought this could be like the man's personal journal about his life. I have a small one with occasional notes, photos, and drawings.
This turned out to be my final piece. I added a couple of old notes on the side to signify their past relationship. These are my notes for my boyfriend, which I keep in my wallet so they're well run-down and look old. I think it added to the piece well.
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Project 3
These past two weeks our class has been working on making posters to empower people to vote. We were given a list of 15 quotes and told to pick one and draw 15 sketches of all the quotes we were thinking we may make our poster based on. One quote stuck out to me and I knew I would be doing that one. My quote was "Somewhere inside of all of us is the power to change the world." -Roald Dahl
When working on the project I was not very confident in my ability to manipulate pictures and make everything look the way I wanted to. I started by going on craiyon.com and using their AI to give me some pictures I could collage together and make a beautiful poster expressing the ideas I had. I found images that included: a rainbow, three different birds, a planet in space, a body silhouette, and a cloud. Since I had now found all these images I was ready to begin.
With a ton of help from my professor, I was able to learn a ton of new things about using Adobe In-Design, Adobe Illustrator, and Adobe Photoshop. Some things I had to ask about a few times, but I know where things are on my computer that I didn't know were there before, like finding the layers through the Windows tab at the top of my screen.
Once I had all my images trimmed and set, I had to pick a font. I decided to use the Star Wars font to do my lettering. Since my poster is in space and I had a huge empty space of space above everything it only made sense to do some classic Star Wars-inspired lettering. I put my quote and Roald Dahl's name and I was done! A beautiful voting poster was made.
The images I have attached look sort of similar. This is because I have my base image attached first and what I turned it into below it. I am so proud of my hard work!
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Made with love | Helmut Zemo
Chef Zemo AU! 👨🍳
Gender neutral reader
Collage by @realremyd
Huge thank you to @rumblelibrary for helping me out with this chapter!
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Part 5
Wanda basically threw you out after breakfast. You were at Escorpión Morado bright and early. The restaurant wasn't open for another hour yet.
It was as if he had been waiting for you. The moment you reached the door, Zemo opened them and let you in. He was smiling at you instantly.
"Morning."
"Good morning."
You smile back and let him lock up again before he leads you into the back. He lets you put your things down and takes you into the kitchen.
There's no one about. Just the two of you.
Suddenly you're feeling rather nervous.
On the counter is everything you needed for today, but Zemo ignored all of that as he brought in some coffee for you. You smiled as he handed over the cup, his fingers brushing against yours. You tried not to let it show that the little touch had affected you.
He had done it on purpose, not that he would tell you that. He just wanted an excuse to touch you a little. Zemo's way of flirting was less obvious sometimes.
He smiles that charming smile at you.
"I'm glad you agreed to help," he says, smile not once faltering.
"You're hard to say no to."
He likes that answer. He chuckles and sips his coffee.
"What are we making?"
"Paella! A proper paella."
"A proper paella?"
"A good paella takes a couple hours to make. I have everything I need, we just have to make it. I'm going to teach you how to cook like a chef," he winks at you.
"When is he coming?"
"This afternoon. That's why I asked you here so early."
"I don't mind. I'm happy to help, though I'm not sure how helpful I'll actually be," you offer and awkward smile. You feel out of place in his kitchen.
His kitchen. This was his domain. Helmut knew it inside and out. He knew every corner. He knew where every utensil lived, every pot and pan, every herb and spice. This was his kingdom and he had let you in.
It felt like an honour to be here.
"Should we start?" You ask, looking at the items he had set out. You felt rather intimidated.
Zemo glances up at the clock.
"Not yet. We have time."
"Alright, I trust you," you smile softly.
"Good. I have one condition while you're in my kitchen."
"What is it?" You felt even more nervous now.
"You have to call me chef. It's the only name I have in here," he grins, mischievously.
Your face felt warm.
"Yes, chef," you say, almost shyly.
"That's more like it," he says, sipping more of the delicious coffee he had made.
You had no idea how you were going to survive in here. With the constant concentration you would be putting in, to the way he looked at you, and now calling him chef, you're not sure your heart could handle it all. It felt as if there was a spell over you and you couldn't break it.
When you had both finished your coffee, he took the cups and put them to the side. He disappeared for a moment, only to return with aprons in hand. He smiles as be holds one out to you. You take it and put it on.
"Are you ready to make something so delicious, you'll never want to eat anything else again?" He asks, chuckling.
"That's quite the statement, chef."
For now he will pretend you actually calling him that wasn't sending his heart soaring and his mind racing. Instead he will act as normally as he can as he spends these next few hours with you.
"It's the truth. Until you have tried a real paella, you haven't experienced anything," he winks at you.
Helmut preps the paella pan.
"I've prepped everything, we just have to cook it."
"I've never cooked paella before," you tell him, looking at him in worry.
"Don't panic, I'm right here. I'll guide you."
That smile he gives you reassures you. You're in good hands.
He pours in the olive oil and sprinkles salt in a circle around the edge of the pan. He's smiling as he does it. You should be watching his cooking, but your eyes are drawn to his face instead. You could look at him for hours.
He knows you're looking. He can feel your eyes on him. He turns his head slightly, eyes flicking to you. His smile becomes a smirk as he meets your gaze.
You become flustered.
"The chicken and rabbit, if you would," he nods over to where meat was waiting.
You hand them over. He pops them into the pan with a flourish and looks at you with a little grin.
"We're going to brown the meat, so in the meantime, tell me what you and your friend have been up to."
"She took me bowling yesterday. She used to go with her brother."
"Ah yes, I know where she took you. I've never actually been."
"No?"
"No. I have spent a majority of my life in a kitchen," he chuckles. The sound makes you smile.
"I can believe that. Have you always wanted to be a chef?"
"Yes. Ever since I was a boy. I take pride in what I do. If it's not perfect, it doesn't get served, and nothing I have ever made has never not been perfect."
You smile as he grins at you. Those are easy words to believe.
"I wish I could cook like you."
"You could if you learnt how."
"I never seem to have the time to learn," you say, softly. He glances at you, seeing a longing look in your eyes as you look at the meat in the pan.
"Would you like a go at turning them? They need to be brown on both sides."
"Uh, sure."
"Don't worry, I'll be right here."
You take over from him. Zemo stands so close next to you, eyes on the food as you turn the meat over. You're so very aware of how close he is to you. You're doing everything you can to keep focused on the cooking.
After 20 minutes pass by, he takes over again. He pushes all the meat the sides of the pan and nods over to the green beans he had prepped earlier.
"Could you pass me those, please?"
You nod and hand them over. He puts them into it the centre of the pan, right in the middle of the ring of chicken and rabbit.
He sautès them.
"I could teach you to cook. Honestly. It would be my pleasure to be your teacher."
"That's a nice offer, but I'm here with Wanda. I should spend as much time as possible with her."
"Except, you're here now," he smirks.
"Well, yeah... you asked me here."
"And I'm asking you again."
"I'll have to go back home at some point. How much could you teach me in just a few days?"
He looks you in the eye.
"A lot, but what if you didn't go home. What if you stayed here. You could find a home in Sokovia, I could see you every day."
You look away with a chuckle.
"I would say you're crazy."
"Somebody has to be. Without crazy people, nothing would get done. If you go home, I'll be left here missing you."
"You would miss me?"
"Of course I would. You're special."
He says this without looking at you, concentrating on the cooking, but you knew he meant it. It was the way he said it.
Helmut adds garlic and then butter beans.
"This already looks so good," you say, smiling at the both the look and scent of the food.
"Wait until it's finished."
It feels a shame to know this was for Tony Stark. You would love nothing more than to dig in to this paella yourself.
"Would you like the honours of adding the paprika?"
You nod and add it to his instructions. You add the crushed tomatoes and watch as he mixes everything together.
Now he adds the water. Being the professional he is, he knows exactly the ratio to add. He has very obviously done this many times before. You're almost mesmerized by him.
He lets it simmer.
"If you did move here, you wouldn't have to worry about a job. You would be very welcome in my restaurant."
"You're serious about this, aren't you?" You look at him.
"Sí."
You smile softly.
"I can't just up and leave everything."
"Do you have someone waiting for you back home?" He asks, avoiding looking at you. It would make sense to him that you would have. He should have checked before hand, because now he feels a fool.
"No."
Nevermind. He's over the moon.
"Then why are you hesitating?"
"Because I don't know what I would do here. You're offering me a job, you're asking me to move out here. You don't even really know me. I'm just someone you met last year while on my holiday."
"I know enough about you to know you're special and magnificent. I know enough to like you. I would hate to say goodbye not knowing when or if you would return."
"I've really made an impact on you, haven't I?"
"Sí," he grins at you again.
"Since you're being so honest with me, then I suppose it's only fair I'm honest with you."
"Please."
"You have also made an impact on me. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since we met. I'm in love with your food, your restaurant. I admire everything you have done to keep your father's business alive. I love your country and want nothing more than to stay."
"So stay."
"I... I don't think I can."
He looks back at the food, lowering the heat to let it simmer some more. He thought he was so close to having you, but perhaps it's just not meant to be.
"Can't blame a man for trying."
You hate the way he sounded so defeated. It didn't suit him at all.
"Helmut..."
"Ah ah, what did I say?" He looks at you, turning that confidence back on.
"Chef, right."
"Yes. I only have one name in my kitchen, remember it."
Helmut adds the rice to perfection. He puts down the wooden spoon, that he had used to mix everything, and stands over it. Now it's all about the heat.
Zemo glances at you. You're looking at the pan. He uses your distraction as a moment to admire you.
You're so beautiful. So stunning.
He wants you to stay so badly. It's so very selfish of him, but he wants it. He's not prepared to let you go, not when he wants to see you every single day, speak to you every single day, teach you, work with you, be around you every single day.
You're something so special and this chef is so worried he will lose you.
You're looking at him. He turns his head quickly to adjust the heat.
He knows the exact moment it's done.
"This is a paella," he says, smiling down at the finished project. You smile at it. It smells wonderful.
Before you can day anything, Sam enters the kitchen.
"It's almost time."
Looking up at the clock, you hadn't noticed how much time had passed. Helmut had cute a lot of the time off by preparing the ingredients before hand, but cooking the paella took up quite a bit of time.
"You make sure the table is perfect, Sam. We will bring out the rest momentarily."
Sam nods and heads back out front. You removes your apron, placing it next to Helmut's on the counter and watch as he sorts himself out.
"How do I look?" He asks, looking at you.
"Handsome as always, chef."
He grins, winking at you. He swipes at your cheek quickly, brushing away something you couldn't see. He won't tell you there wasn't anything there, he just wanted an excuse to touch you in some way.
"Shall we?"
"You want me to come with you?" You ask, shocked me would even want you there.
"Of course. We did this together, we should see it through together."
You smile.
Helmut holds out his hand. You take it. It's bigger than yours, warm too. He leads you out front.
Tony Stark enters the building with another man. They both look around the place. You both stop to greet them near the entrance. Zemo doesn't let go of your hand as he smiles at the two men.
"Welcome to Escorpión Morado. I am Helmut Zemo, the owner and the chef," he smiles as introduces himself.
"We've met, but this Stephen Strange. He's investing in my restaurant. Who is this?" Stark turns to you.
Zemo let's go of your hand in favour of placing it on your back as he smiles at you.
"This is Y/N, a dear friend of mine who has helped me prepare your meal for the day."
Tony looks you up and down.
"This way, if you would." Sam guides the two men to the table that been set up specifically for them. With a nod from Sam, Zemo goes back into the kitchen to fetch the paella. Sam serves them drinks.
You stand there, looking between them both.
Both men a wearing expensive looking suits, and they smell expensive too. It seems strange to you that these two men are opening a restaurant. They didn't come off as the foodie types... more businessmen.
Sure, owning a restaurant is half business, but it should also be full of passion, love and life. It's more than just business.
"Does he pay you well?"
"I'm sorry?" You look at Stark.
"Does he pay well?"
"I, uh... I don't work for him. I'm just helping him today."
"Do you cook?"
"Not on this scale."
"At least you're good looking," he sighs, looking at you over the frame of his shades.
Sam clears his throat, looking at you. You find yourself moving to stand next to him. He smiles softly at you, so you smile back, silently thanking him.
Helmut returns.
Stark and Strange watch as places the paella pan on the table and stands back.
"What's this?"
You frown. How could he not recognise such an iconic dish. Even if you hadn't been travelling around Europe last year, you would know how to recognise a paella.
"Paella. A real paella. Dig in."
"From the pan?"
"No other way to eat it. This is traditionally how paella is eaten. You'll enjoy it."
Stark and Strange look at each other.
They dig in.
"Make sure to get some of the socarrat from the bottom. It's delicious!"
You smile at the way he encourages them, but neither man looks impressed.
Helmut stands with you and Sam as the two gentleman eat.
The seconds tick by incredibly slowly. The two men look at one another as they eat. There's a silent conversation taking place, you can feel Zemo becoming nervous the longer it goes on. You reach out and brush your hand with his. He looks down at your hands, taking yours in his softly.
You offer him a smile.
Both men stand from the table, you both turn to look at them, burrowing your brow at them. They dab at their mouths with their fancy handkerchiefs and turn to you.
"Well, that's something anyway. Good to know we don't have much competition around here. Thank you for your time, we shall be on our way now."
Stark drops an envelope on the table.
You can feel Zemo's hand grip yours a bit tighter now. He's angry.
Both men make their leave without saying anything more. Once they cross the threshold, Zemo storms off into the kitchen without a word.
"Helmut!"
He doesn't look back.
Glancing at Sam, he nods at you. You hurry after Zemo, but stop when you reach the door. Crashing sounds come from within. An angry yell. Things clattering to the floor.
You push open the door quickly.
Helmut pushes everything off the countertops, throwing dishes at the wall. He grips his hair with one hand, messing up the neat style it had previously been resting in.
"Mierda!"
You would find his Spanish endearing if not for the word itself, or the fact he was beyond angry.
Tony Stark had insulted him in the worst way possible.
"Helmut..."
He stops, back turned to you. He runs a hand down his face, using the other one to hold his weight as he leans against the nearest counter.
"He's wrong. You are competition. No food compares to what you make, and I'm not just saying that. He will never be able to make anything that compares to anything you make. Do you know how I know? Because you make your food with love. You enjoy every dish you put out. You make your own food in your own restaurant."
He doesn't say anything, just listens.
"Tony Stark has nothing compared to Helmut Zemo, and soon he will see that."
Zemo turns around slowly. He looks at you. All rage melts from his eyes when they land on you. He sighs softly.
"Thank you."
You smile.
He doesn't smile back, but you know he is truly grateful.
Sam enters the kitchen, the envelope from before now open in his hand. You look at him, taking in the expression on his face.
"I think you'll want to read this."
"What is it?" Helmut asks.
"An invitation."
You share a look with Zemo. Suddenly a cold sweat runs down your back. Dread fills every bone in your body.
Helmut steps forward and takes it from Sam.
You wait as he silently reads it.
He looks up at you.
"We're invited to dinner."
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Zoom Class distractions
College style
a/n: @saucysamu sent me a tiktok so that’s where the idea came from a and now you all got this mess ✌🏼 (yes I know I’m late on this whole zoom class HC’s but oh well ) - tell me if you want a part 2 and for who!
masterlist
characters: Terushima, Atsumu, Oikawa, Osamu
format: headcanon turned shitpost
pairings: gn!reader
warnings: NSFW, Oral, lowkey public?
Terushima:
- He teased you all day long
- Distracted you while you tried to finish an essay
- Left small kisses all over your shoulders
- That led into hot Make out sessions he stopped right before things get more heated so yes now it’s your time to shine
- He’s got one of his zoom classes right now
- And you out on his favorite pair of lingerie that he loves to see on you
- Black, paired with lash and lace
- “Teruuuuu” You purr and step in front of him
- He quickly looks up at you and then back down on the on the screen and then back up, his eyes wide in shock
- “Baby no.” He says and nervously looks at the screen again. His microphone is off but they are not allowed to turn off their camera
- Getting down on your knees, you crawl under the desk and your hands wander up his legs
- “No no no noooooo- y/n stop.”
- But you don’t stop
- Pulling down his joggers and underwear you’re already greeted by his exited member
- You knew it - you knew he’d be into this shit
- So while having to present his presentation to the class - he’s also getting one of the best blowjobs ever
- “As you can see in - AHHGhh- yes yes I’m fine sorry, so you can see in this chart ....”
- you had way to much fun with this
- Gagging around him, he let’s out a loud groan
- “Terushima?” The sharp voice of his professors is heard through the speakers.
- “I’m sorry I really don’t feel good - I think I should see a doctor!”
- And bam the the laptop is slammed shut and one of his hands curl in your hair while the other one shoved the desk away
- “Mhhhh that’s right baby,..., you want me that desperately? Then work for it.”
Atsumu:
- The audacity
- HE had his day off
- YOU had a full day of online classes
- So you got not time for him
- No attention was given to him
- So what now?
- Atsumu made up his master plan
- You had your camera off anyways
- Sitting down behind you on the bed he wraps his limbs around you
- His chin rests on your shoulder and he purrs in your ear
- “Babygirllllllll”
- “Atsumu no. Unless you can’t teach me statistics leave me alone.” You groan and try to focus on your class
- Which is harder than you thought since he now leaves kisses on your neck
- Sucking on it, slightly biting down until he gets the wanted sound of of your mouth
- His hands travel all over your body - stopping at your most sensitive parts
- “You know babygirl .... “
- he says as his hands travel under your pullover
- “I’m pretty good at statistics - you can ask Osamu.” And with that he flips your body
- Your back’s against the bed, arms pinned over your head
- His other hand already pulls up your pullover while his lips connect to the now exposed skin
- All while hearing the voice of your professor in the background calling your name
- “FUCK Professor Mocke!”
- You try to get up, but Atsumu pushes you down with a low growl
- “No no no. I told you I’m good at statistics too.”
- Pushing you down with his body, his feet moves to the laptop and closes it
- you’re not allowed to scream any other name expect his
Oikawa:
- You were visiting him in San Juan
- And then covid happened
- And now you have to stay longer because of some stupid guidelines from your county
- Well it’s not that bad tho
- Spending more time with your boyfriend
- But there’s one thing
- All of your university classes are online now
- So here you are, at some unbearable time, in front of your laptop
- Your Professor is already messing with you since it’s 3am at yours and he thinks it’s the funniest thing ever
- You asked to put off your camera & microphone so you don’t wake up your boyfriend- and thankfully he accepted
- After half an hour, you feel two strong arms wrap around your torso and soft slips move up your spine
- “Toruuuu go back to sleep baby.” You whisper and your hand find it’s way to his soft hair, gently running your fingers through it.
- “I had the best dream ever...” he mumbles in his raspy voice
- “Oh yeah?” You ask and smile, your eyes still fixed to screen, trying to follow what your prof is explaining
- “Mhmm...”
- “TORU!” You squeal the second he pulls down your shorts & bites down on your butt.
- “Yes angel?” He smirks
- “I have classes!”
- “Well... your camera & mic-“
- “Y/n? Can you tell us about the project your planning to do?” The voice of your professor is heard
- “Tooth I swear no!” You warn him and turn on your mic and camera
- “Uhm yes sure.” You smile and feel oikawa shift behind you
- “Oh I guess that’s your boyfriend?” Your professor asks
- Oikawa now sits right behind you, hugging you, resting his chin on your shoulder
- “Yes I am Sir!” He says and shows his signature smile
- Here’s the dilemma now, you’re trying to explain your project while Oikawas fingers move into your pants.
Osamu:
- Shoving one onigiri after another into your mouth you try to focus on what ever your classmate is presenting right now
- “Osamuuuuuu” you groan
- “No I have to work and you have to focus.” He sighs and flicks his finger onto your forehead
- “Stop That.” You groan again
- “No.” He says and is about to flick again, but you are quicker and capture his finger in between your lips sucking slightly
- “Y/n. Don’t play that game now.” He growls and you let got of his finger pouting.
- “Don’t you have classes?” He asks annoyed while washing his hands
- “Yes, but I got my camera and mic off ... and it’s boring af.” You sigh and put your head on the table
- “Then get this order to the table 8.” He puts a plate right in front of your face
- “As you wish Sir!” You tease him and get up bringing the order to said table
- Coming back you stand behind Osamu and wrap your arms around him, pressing your body against his.
- “What do you want me to do now Sir?” You whisper in his ear and place a sloppy kiss on his neck
- “Not now. My shift ends in 10 minutes.” He stiffens
- “But I’m bored ...” you whine again
- Just then Atsumu walks into the shop
- “Tsumu, cover the rest of my shift - it’s only ten minutes left.” He says and throws Atsumu his apron in the face
- “What no why?!” Atsumu complains
- “I gotta help Y/n with their collage stuff.” He says quickly and you two leave, laptop in hand, to the back of the shop, through the door that says “private”.
- “Soo what did he just say? The human body is able to bear huge amounts of pain?” He breaths against your skin
- “No what- he’s talking about photosynthesis?” You ask confused but your thoughts soon get interrupted when your body is pressed flat against the table
- “Huh? Are you telling me I’m wrong?” he leans down over you, bodies glued together and he starts to nibble on your ear lobe
- His hands roam over your body and unbutton your pants.
- “Y/n - please can you tell us your thoughts on this?” Your professor calls out
- You jump up while Osamu goes down on you
- “Let’s see how much pain you can bear until you let something slip” he smirks and begins his work while you desperately try to not let that moan slip while you explain your thoughts on the discussion question
tagging: @shoyosun
#🔪#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x y/n#atsumu x reader#oikawa x reader#terushima x reader#osamu x reader#haikyuu hc#oikawa x y/n#atsumu x you#osamu x y/n
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20 years a blogger
It's been twenty years, to the day, since I published my first blog-post.
I'm a blogger.
Blogging - publicly breaking down the things that seem significant, then synthesizing them in longer pieces - is the defining activity of my days.
https://boingboing.net/2001/01/13/hey-mark-made-me-a.html
Over the years, I've been lauded, threatened, sued (more than once). I've met many people who read my work and have made connections with many more whose work I wrote about. Combing through my old posts every morning is a journey through my intellectual development.
It's been almost exactly a year I left Boing Boing, after 19 years. It wasn't planned, and it wasn't fun, but it was definitely time. I still own a chunk of the business and wish them well. But after 19 years, it was time for a change.
A few weeks after I quit Boing Boing, I started a solo project. It's called Pluralistic: it's a blog that is published simultaneously on Twitter, Mastodon, Tumblr, a newsletter and the web. It's got no tracking or ads. Here's the very first edition:
https://pluralistic.net/2020/02/19/pluralist-19-feb-2020/
I don't often do "process posts" but this merits it. Here's how I built Pluralistic and here's how it works today, after nearly a year.
I get up at 5AM and make coffee. Then I sit down on the sofa and open a huge tab-group, and scroll through my RSS feeds using Newsblur.
I spend the next 1-2 hours winnowing through all the stuff that seems important. I have a chronic pain problem and I really shouldn't sit on the sofa for more than 10 minutes, so I use a timer and get up every 10 minutes and do one minute of physio.
After a couple hours, I'm left with 3-4 tabs that I want to write articles about that day. When I started writing Pluralistic, I had a text file on my desktop with some blank HTML I'd tinkered with to generate a layout; now I have an XML file (more on that later).
First I go through these tabs and think up metadata tags I want to use for each; I type these into the template using my text-editor (gedit), like this:
<xtags>
process, blogging, pluralistic, recursion, navel-gazing
</xtags>
Each post has its own little template. It needs an anchor tag (for this post, that's "hfbd"), a title ("20 years a blogger") and a slug ("Reflections on a lifetime of reflecting"). I fill these in for each post.
Then I come up with a graphic for each post: I've got a giant folder of public domain clip-art, and I'm good at using all the search tools for open-licensed art: the Library of Congress, Wikimedia, Creative Commons, Flickr Commons, and, ofc, Google Image Search.
I am neither an artist nor a shooper, but I've been editing clip art since I created pixel-art versions of the Frankie Goes to Hollywood glyphs using Bannermaker for the Apple //c in 1985 and printed them out on enough fan-fold paper to form a border around my bedroom.
As I create the graphics, I pre-compose Creative Commons attribution strings to go in the post; there's two versions, one for the blog/newsletter and one for Mastodon/Twitter/Tumblr. I compose these manually.
Here's a recent one:
Blog/Newsletter:
(<i>Image: <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:QAnon_in_red_shirt_(48555421111).jpg">Marc Nozell</a>, <a href="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/deed.en">CC BY</a>, modified</i>)
Twitter/Masto/Tumblr:
Image: Marc Nozell (modified)
https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:QAnon_in_red_shirt_(48555421111).jpg
CC BY
https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/deed.en
This is purely manual work, but I've been composing these CC attribution strings since CC launched in 2003, and they're just muscle-memory now. Reflex.
These attribution strings, as well as anything else I'll need to go from Twitter to the web (for example, the names of people whose Twitter handles I use in posts, or images I drop in, go into the text file). Here's how the post looks at this point in the composition.
<hr>
<a name="hfbd"></a>
<img src="https://craphound.com/images/20yrs.jpg">
<h1>20 years a blogger</h1><xtagline>Reflections on a lifetime of reflecting.</xtagline>
<img src="https://craphound.com/images/frnklogo.jpg">
See that <img> tag in there for frnklogo.jpg? I snuck that in while I was composing this in Twitter. When I locate an image on the web I want to use in a post, I save it to a dir on my desktop that syncs every 60 seconds to the /images/ dir on my webserver.
As I save it, I copy the filename to my clipboard, flip over to gedit, and type in the <img> tag, pasting the filename. I've typed <img src="https://craphound.com/images/ CTRL-V"> tens of thousands of times - muscle memory.
Once the thread is complete, I copy each tweet back into gedit, tabbing back and forth, replacing Twitter handles and hashtags with non-Twitter versions, changing the ALL CAPS EMPHASIS to the extra-character-consuming *asterisk-bracketed emphasis*.
My composition is greatly aided both 20 years' worth of mnemonic slurry of semi-remembered posts and the ability to search memex.craphound.com (the site where I've mirrored all my Boing Boing posts) easily.
A huge, searchable database of decades of thoughts really simplifies the process of synthesis.
Next I port the posts to other media. I copy the headline and paste it into a new Tumblr compose tab, then import the image and tag the post "pluralistic."
Then I paste the text of the post into Tumblr and manually select, cut, and re-paste every URL in the post (because Tumblr's automatic URL-to-clickable-link tool's been broken for 10+ months).
Next I past the whole post into a Mastodon compose field. Working by trial and error, I cut it down to <500 characters, breaking at a para-break and putting the rest on my clipboard. I post, reply, and add the next item in the thread until it's all done.
*Then* I hit publish on my Twitter thread. Composing in Twitter is the most unforgiving medium I've ever worked in. You have to keep each stanza below 280 chars. You can't save a thread as a draft, so as you edit it, you have to pray your browser doesn't crash.
And once you hit publish, you can't edit it. Forever. So you want to publish Twitter threads LAST, because the process of mirroring them to Tumblr and Mastodon reveals typos and mistakes (but there's no way to save the thread while you work!).
Now I create a draft Wordpress post on pluralistic.net, and create a custom slug for the page (today's is "two-decades"). Saving the draft generates the URL for the page, which I add to the XML file.
Once all the day's posts are done, I make sure to credit all my sources in another part of that master XML file, and then I flip to the command line and run a bunch of python scripts that do MAGIC: formatting the master file as a newsletter, a blog post, and a master thread.
Those python scripts saved my ASS. For the first two months of Pluralistic, i did all the reformatting by hand. It was a lot of search-replace (I used a checklist) and I ALWAYS screwed it up and had to debug, sometimes taking hours.
Then, out of the blue, a reader - Loren Kohnfelder - wrote to me to point out bugs in the site's RSS. He offered to help with text automation and we embarked on a month of intensive back-and-forth as he wrote a custom suite for me.
Those programs take my XML file and spit out all the files I need to publish my site, newsletter and master thread (which I pin to my profile). They've saved me more time than I can say. I probably couldn't kept this up without Loren's generous help (thank you, Loren!).
I open up the output from the scripts in gedit. I paste the blog post into the Wordpress draft and copy-paste the metadata tags into WP's "tags" field. I preview the post, tweak as necessary, and publish.
(And now I write this, I realize I forgot to mention that while I'm doing the graphics, I also create a square header image that makes a grid-collage out of the day's post images, using the Gimp's "alignment" tool)
(because I'm composing this in Twitter, it would be a LOT of work to insert that information further up in the post, where it would make sense to have it - see what I mean about an unforgiving medium?)
(While I'm on the subject: putting the "add tweet to thread" and "publish the whole thread" buttons next to each other is a cruel joke that has caused me to repeatedly publish before I was done, and deleting a thread after you publish it is a nightmare)
Now I paste the newsletter file into a new mail message, address it to my Mailman server, and create a custom subject for the day, send it, open the Mailman admin interface in a browser, and approve the message.
Now it's time to create that anthology post you can see pinned to my Mastodon and Twitter accounts. Loren's script uses a template to produce all the tweets for the day, but it's not easy to get that pre-written thread into Twitter and Mastodon.
Part of the problem is that each day's Twitter master thread has a tweet with a link to the day's Mastodon master thread ("Are you trying to wean yourself off Big Tech? Follow these threads on the #fediverse at @[email protected]. Here's today's edition: LINK").
So the first order of business is to create the Mastodon thread, pin it, copy the link to it, and paste it into the template for the Twitter thread, then create and pin the Twitter thread.
Now it's time to get ready for tomorrow. I open up the master XML template file and overwrite my daily working file with its contents. I edit the file's header with tomorrow's date, trim away any "Upcoming appearances" that have gone by, etc.
Then I compose tomorrow's retrospective links. I open tabs for this day a year ago, 5 years ago, 10 years ago, 15 years ago, and (now) 20 years ago:
http://memex.craphound.com/2020/01/14
http://memex.craphound.com/2016/01/14
http://memex.craphound.com/2011/01/14
http://memex.craphound.com/2006/01/14
http://memex.craphound.com/2001/01/14
I go through each day, and open anything I want to republish in its own tab, then open the OP link in the next tab (finding it in the @internetarchive if necessary). Then I copy my original headline and the link to the article into tomorrow's XML file, like so:
#10yrsago Disney World’s awful Tiki Room catches fire <a href="https://thedisneyblog.com/2011/01/12/fire-reported-at-magic-kingdom-tiki-room/">https://thedisneyblog.com/2011/01/12/fire-reported-at-magic-kingdom-tiki-room/</a>
And NOW my day is done.
So, why do I do all this?
First and foremost, I do it for ME. The memex I've created by thinking about and then describing every interesting thing I've encountered is hugely important for how I understand the world. It's the raw material of every novel, article, story and speech I write.
And I do it for the causes I believe in. There's stuff in this world I want to change for the better. Explaining what I think is wrong, and how it can be improved, is the best way I know for nudging it in a direction I want to see it move.
The more people I reach, the more it moves.
When I left Boing Boing, I lost access to a freestanding way of communicating. Though I had popular Twitter and Tumblr accounts, they are at the mercy of giant companies with itchy banhammers and arbitrary moderation policies.
I'd long been a fan of the POSSE - Post Own Site, Share Everywhere - ethic, the idea that your work lives on platforms you control, but that it travels to meet your readers wherever they are.
Pluralistic posts start out as Twitter threads because that's the most constrained medium I work in, but their permalinks (each with multiple hidden messages in their slugs) are anchored to a server I control.
When my threads get popular, I make a point of appending the pluralistic.net permalink to them.
When I started blogging, 20 years ago, blogger.com had few amenities. None of the familiar utilities of today's media came with the package.
Back then, I'd manually create my headlines with <h2> tags. I'd manually create discussion links for each post on Quicktopic. I'd manually paste each post into a Yahoo Groups email. All the guff I do today to publish Pluralistic is, in some way, nothing new.
20 years in, blogging is still a curious mix of both technical, literary and graphic bodgery, with each day's work demanding the kind of technical minutuae we were told would disappear with WYSIWYG desktop publishing.
I grew up in the back-rooms of print shops where my dad and his friends published radical newspapers, laying out editions with a razor-blade and rubber cement on a light table. Today, I spend hours slicing up ASCII with a cursor.
I go through my old posts every day. I know that much - most? - of them are not for the ages. But some of them are good. Some, I think, are great. They define who I am. They're my outboard brain.
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Old School X is a project interviewing X-Files fanfic authors who were posting fic during the original run of the show. New interviews are posted every Tuesday.
Interview with Piper Sargasso
Piper Sargasso has 25 stories at Gossamer, but don’t miss her website where the fics each have cover collage art. If you are a fan of Mulder/Scully romance, there are a lot of MSR fics to read that are set in different seasons of the show. But like the show that never stuck to one type of story, Piper’s stories have variety, so you can also find AUs and /Other. Big thanks to Piper for doing this interview.
Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)?
It does, but I love that people are still into it! Writers back in the day put so much work and love into their writing, and it's nice to know that the stories are still being appreciated to this day. As for my own stories, it puts a huge smile on my face to know there are still people out there checking them out and hopefully enjoying them.
What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it?
It was such a positive period of my life. I made some amazing friends who became something like older sisters (and some brothers) to me, even though I was a little ridiculous when I was in my early to mid-twenties. It was also a much-needed confidence booster. I was a pretty shy person and loved writing, but never had the nerve to show anything to anyone. My first fanfic was completely horrible, but because of it I made my first XF friend and super beta, Mimic117. Between her guidance and the encouraging words from my Yahoo group I was able to do something I really loved and felt great about myself and my abilities for the first time. That will stay with me forever. That first story was truly atrocious, but it was a catalyst for great things in my life when I needed them the most.
Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)?
I remember trying this cool new thing called an AOL chat room, but they were more interested in perving on each other than talking about the show. Once I knew about fanfiction I kept seeing that some of my favorite authors kept mentioning IWTBXF in their notes, a Yahoo group named I Want to Believe. I looked it up, joined, and with great trepidation made my introductory post. Everyone was so warm and welcoming, and talking to my favorite authors in the group was a little like meeting a celebrity and finding out that they're awesome in real life. After IWTBXF fell apart, an off-shoot called Beyond the Sea was created with almost all of the original group transferring over. I stuck to my little family there and didn't branch out into much else, other than the rare dip into Haven. Ephemeral and Gossamer, of course.
What did you take away from your experience with X-Files fic or with the fandom in general?
Mostly the overwhelming feeling of acceptance and confidence to write, something I was sorely lacking before in my life. I fell in with the best group, that's for sure! They made me feel like being a professional writer could be an achievable goal.
What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show?
The commercial advertising. The pilot spoke to my supernatural-loving, angsty 15 year-old soul. I watched it religiously every week. There was nothing like it. It was off-beat, but serious (most of the time) and fulfilled my insatiable craving for the paranormal and weird. You just couldn't get that from Melrose Place and Beavis and Butthead, you know? It definitely helped that David Duchovny was adorable and the character of Scully was the strong and intelligent icon we needed in the 90's and beyond.
What got you involved with X-Files fanfic?
In high school I had a friend who was as obsessed with the show as I was. Maybe more, since she once had a slumber party that was exclusively to binge watch her taped episodes (the other girls who wanted to mess around with spells and the Ouija board weren't thrilled that she couldn't be swayed away from it) and she often drove me from play rehearsals in her convertible with the top down and the theme song blasting to the heavens, much to my delight and mortification. A couple years after we graduated she told me about the piece of fanfic she wrote. Insert a record screech here. What?! You mean there are thousands of stories dedicated to my favorite show? And hundreds more get added every month?! I was obsessed. If I could've stopped working and slept at my computer desk I would have.
What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom?
Sadly it's nonexistent these days. I have great memories and it holds a big piece of my heart, but I haven't been active in a long time. I would love to see a huge revival, and would definitely want to be involved in that in some way, were it to happen.
Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files?
I read a lot of Harry Potter fanfiction for a while, but I never could expend the kind of energy and time I did for the X-Files fandom. It came at a perfect time in my life, and so far nothing else has measured up to it.
Who are some of your favorite fictional characters? Why?
Besides XF characters? Off the top of my head I really love Hermione Granger, Buffy Summers, Elizabeth Bennet, and Claire Fraser for their sass and strength of character, Severus Snape for his complexity, and Christina Ricci's version of Wednesday Addams for her pure awesomeness. She's pretty much my spirit animal.
Do you ever still watch The X-Files or think about Mulder and Scully?
I do occasionally. I watched the series from season 1-7 so many times that I started to burn out, but I get on my X-Files kicks sometimes and binge it again.
Do you ever still read X-Files fic? Fic in another fandom?
Like with the show, I'll get nostalgic and need to consume all the fanfics my greedy little eyes can behold until I move on to something else. It can feel a little lonely though, if you'll excuse the drama. We're not in the heyday anymore, so it feels a little like walking through a ghost town. Many of the stories out there are suspended in time because the show ended, or people stopped writing.
Do you have any favorite X-Files fanfic stories or authors?
I know I have dozens, but I'm drawing a blank. My ultimate favorite is any well-written MSR casefile with UST finally resulting in RST. Those are my unicorns!
What is your favorite of your own fics, X-Files and/or otherwise?
I have a silly one called Baby, It's Cold Outside that I sometimes read around Christmastime. It was a fluffy song-fic, but I can see the scene so clearly in my mind when I read it and it's just pure fun. I also like my Donnie Pfaster series. I can see the potential in my writing with those, which makes me feel I could really write something special someday. Plus, he's such an interesting little slimeball to write and read about. Bless his heart.
Do you think you'll ever write another X-Files story? Or dust off and post an oldie that for whatever reason never made it online?
I still think about the two WIPs I haven't finished. I wrote myself into a corner with This Mortal Coil, and honestly I think it needs a total overhaul. I think Dana Scully's Diary would be a fun one to finish. I hate that I never finished them.
Do you still write fic now? Or other creative work?
I think about writing fanfic now and then and I've had a couple original novels sketched out, but there are so many other demands on my time that I haven't gotten very far. I still plan to see the novels through, even if no one but interested friends and family read them.
Where do you get ideas for stories?
I used to watch an episode and really study the actors' expressions and actions, always trying to find new angles to the stories we all know. A lot of times things would just come to me and I'd get so excited I couldn't sleep until I wrote a good chunk of it down.
What's the story behind your pen name?
The friend who introduced me to fanfic told me the best way to choose a pen name was to make sure it derives from the show. For a couple days I looked at the titles and summaries of episodes and agonized over just the right name. Finally Piper Maru and the summary from Triangle, which mentions the Sargasso sea, stood out and just clicked.
Do your friends and family know about your fic and, if so, what have been their reactions?
My now husband always knew, and he thought it was cool that I had a hobby that made me so happy, but he was never a reader. My parents found out when I was about 24 and my step-dad would tell EVERYONE about it, much to my horror. Most reactions were of the bland, "Oh yeah? That's nice." variety but I definitely got some weird looks from others. The worst was when I found out how much of my racier MSR stories my parents read. My step-dad thought it was hilarious and teased me a little. My usually open-minded mom was uncomfortable, but tried to be supportive. It's all fun and games until your daughter starts writing psuedo-erotica for anyone to see!
Is there a place online (tumblr, twitter, AO3, etc.) where people can find you and/or your stories now?
Circe Invidiosa very generously hosts a page for me at http://pipers.invidiosa.com.
(Posted by Lilydale on January 26, 2021)
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