#Alexis Rotella

[neweramuseum]

NEM Self 135 - Curator Fatma Korkut

FEATURED ARTWORKS BY: Roger Guetta, Nicole Christophe, Filiz Ak, Beata Czyzewska, Barbara Banthau, Janis Brandenburg Lee, Alexis Rotella, Maria Manuela Mendes Ribeiro.

[boricuacherry-blog]

[lexus-is-problematic]

Lexus has been posting on her TikTok frequently. Her apartment looks really nice, and looks to be in a nice area. I live in Nashville and it is NOT cheap. A lot of people around here if they’re not married or have families, they have roommates. There is no way she rents that apartment on her own. She also said she works from home.. Lexus has always been known to live the life of luxury, seems like she’s definitely continuing that here. But makes me wonder how.

Thank you for saying this about Nashville since I’ve been a bit curious about the cost of living there. I wonder if it’s like the time she moved to Hoboken, where she made it seem like she could afford the luxury lifestyle, but as a lot of us looked at it more, turned out she wasn’t paying anything to live in the apartment in Hoboken-it was paid for by her former producer Kato. I genuinely hope that since she’s now working as a brand manager for Volta that she makes more than enough to be able to afford the apartment there in Nashville. She also got a new puppy named Dennis which I think is a bit interesting since her job makes her travel to the Insomiac Festivals. In the past her mom or brother would take care of Zoey but I wonder how that would go since she’s living in Nashville.

Although, I wouldn’t be surprised if Lexus is living the luxury life because of a new man is providing it for her allegedly. After all, she’s grown accustomed to it from when she was with Kato, Dave Navarro, and more so when she was with Pasquale Rotella since they were together for about 5 years before their relationship ended. Hopefully, Lexus learned to stop depending on men to give her the luxury lifestyle that she craves and wants for herself-she needs to focus her time and energy on her work to create the life she wants.

However, if she has roommates there’s nothing wrong with that but I do think she should be transparent about it because she has a huge following, some of whom look up to her and see her as inspiring since she moved from Los Angeles to Nashville (both places have expensive cost of living). It would also make her more relatable in another way; still there’s no shame if she does have roommates.

I’m pretty curious about if she has roommates or not, if not then I don’t think that’s a bad thing either cause it shows that she works a job where she makes enough to be able to afford the lifestyle she has.

[ruiniel]

This storm

II. Silver lining

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen | Rating:🔞| Geto Suguru x fem!Reader | Count: 2.2K | Summary: This AU was a oneshot at first. More or less out of my control it's now a multichapter, not least because I wanted a Geto POV in here, and I'm a sucker for pining. | On AO3 | Tags & Warnings: my first fic for JJK, fem!reader, Second Person POV, Geto didn’t defect AU, But still has it rough, Set four years after Hidden Inventory, Friends with some benefits, Light angst, Feels, Mutual pining, Geto Suguru POV, Alternate Universe - Canon divergence, Sex pollen-ish eventually

< I

Just friends:

he watches my gauze dress

blowing on the line.

—Alexis Rotella

Morning light shivers across your eyelids, warms your cheek, and consciousness returns from its restful seclusion. The sheets and pillow cozily hug your naked form, as does the arm coiled about your waist and the body curled around yours. Memories from the night emerge, and your eyelashes flutter as you bask in this element of intimacy: his face hidden in your hair, nose touching the nape of your neck; his soft, regular breathing tickling your skin. As far as you can tell, Suguru’s not awake yet, his arm resting heavily around your middle. 

But when you try to rise, that arm slowly pulls you back in, accompanied by a low voice, roughened by sleep. “Stay… a little longer…”

You’d be lying if you said this awakens nothing in you, something safe, peaceful, and tender—but neither of you signed up for any of that. “Working early today,” you say through a smile. “Have to get ready, Suguru.”

“Mm… right,” comes a drowsy mumble, and his hold weakens as you slip off the bed. 

In the shower, you remember more fragments, aided by the aching muscles in your thighs and the bruises on your hips. You like that side of him, more than you thought you would. The subtle, controlling notes in his voice as he drove you insane, that ‘please’ spoken so eagerly by the end… 

You turn the water temperature even lower. That was then, this is now. Wake up. Nothing will change between the two of you, just like it didn’t last time—you’re aware enough to realize that, and you know he feels the same. Or, you think you know. Right, no use dwelling on that.

When you enter the living room and kitchenette area, Suguru’s there too, standing with his back to you, handling the glass water boiler. He’s pulled on his dark house pants and a gray t-shirt, his loose black hair draping over his shoulders. 

“Hey,” you yawn, dressed and ready, sitting at the table with your bag and trying not to groan at the slight muscular ache felt with each movement. He didn’t spare you at all, damn it.

But what are you going to do? Complain about giving you what you asked for? ‘Harder’, huh? The thought makes you smile and roll your eyes at yourself. 

“Tea or coffee?” Suguru asks, looking over his shoulder at you. “... what’s the smile for?”  He’s visibly relaxed, unburdened by the restlessness of the evening.  

“Oh, umm… nothing. Tea please… hibiscus! If there’s any left.”

“As long as I’m around, there will always be stock of that,” he turns back around. 

The lightness of his tone feels good, the choice of words less so. You choose not to ponder too much on it, though, instead rummaging inside your bag to ensure you have everything for work. “Heh, forgot you love the stuff.”

Suguru comes over and takes a seat opposite you at the table, pushing a cup of crimson tea within your reach.

“Thank you,” you say without looking his way, fiddling and arranging this and that object inside your workbag. 

Feeling watched, you pause and raise your eyes. Sun rays filter through the open blinds, softening his features with a warm glow. He’s propped leisurely against the backrest of the chair, cup of tea in hand. You find yourselves in the same position at the table as the night before, though the mood is wildly different.

“... what?” You like the geniality of his stare, an infrequent sight lately.

Suguru shakes his head, then drinks from his tea and leans forward, setting the cup aside. “We’re fine, aren’t we?”

Oh, is that what this is about? “Of course we are. I am. You…?”

A faint smile. “Never better.” 

You raise an eyebrow. “... then why ask?”

“Just… checking,” his gaze drifts towards the balcony, the smile still pulling at his lips. 

Suguru, ever the thoughtful one. You think this fondly, though with half a mind to make a joke about what he’s done to certain parts of your body. You’re not sure how he’d take that, though, so… better not. You’ve known each other for years, sure, but this was only the second time you’ve had sex, after all.

Distance means safety. 

But ever since you’ve started benefiting from each other this way, as much as you’d like to not think about it… there is a subtle, barely discernible change in that liminal space that separates you and him. You realize you’d been lost in thought as the door to the balcony closes, and you turn briefly to see Suguru outside, lighting a cigarette.

Suguru watches you rise and continue to prepare, arranging your shirt and going back to your bedroom—likely having forgotten something. He follows your silhouette with his eyes, taking a long drag of smoke into his lungs and holding it. On an exhale, his hand grasps the rail, eyes closing. 

Not for the first time he wonders what the hell he’s doing, and why. Last night, when he came home, he wasn’t tired; he was angry. Some curses he subdues do cause states he has to purge somehow afterward to regain his balance, but this was not one of them.

No, he was at the end of his tether, again. Nothing, nothing has ever been the same since his failure four years ago and he’s tried so, so hard and for so long. He tried to accept the consequences, to keep to his principles after Riko, even after finding Mimiko and Nanako. He often returns to that evening in the village, to that sight that made his heart drop to his feet, wondering how it could’ve been different. He’d done the right thing, he’d called Jujutsu officials that very moment to take the girls away but… 

He clenches his fist, turning briefly to the streets, where endless streams of people rush about. Is this all for them? Fear makes monsters of people. Fear of the unknown, of things they envy or can’t understand. 

He’d been alone for most of the time since those days, year after year. But he understands—like him, both Shoko and Satoru have their hands full with the ever-rising tide of curses, and sometimes the sinuous side of dealing with Jujutsu Tech politics. He doesn't envy Satoru at all in that respect.

Suguru raises his head, staring at a clear blue sky. It all used to be different, but then... change is the only constant. He does miss those moments with his old friends, sometimes painfully so. A sunny spring. Satoru. A chance missed. But then he forgot about all that when a girl's blood splattered his tunic. Sometimes, he still hears the gunshot and the clapping, intermingling in a mocking symphony. In his dreams she dies over and over again; and they all smile wider and applaud, hovering over her lifeless body.

He grits his teeth, shakes his head as though to free himself of his own mind. Is this all for… them… 

Suguru takes another drag of his cigarette. Yes, he’d been angry last night, his mind fogged with the taste and slime of negative emotions being absorbed by his cells and his spirit. And then he saw your face, and your worried glance depleted him of that helpless, overwhelming fury. Someone who cares, who knows nothing of his failures. You thought he was exhausted, and he let you. He took what you were willing to give, let himself be cleansed by your nearness, the scent of your skin and the heat of your body. Even now his heart beats faster remembering the way you cried his name.

If only he could freely express the relief he felt and tell you all that lies beyond it, but a part of him is ashamed; you hold him in so high esteem, you’ve let him so close, trusting him with so much, most of all your friendship. Suguru chews on his lip. Luckily for him, it appears you didn’t actually hear what he said to you at the end. That might’ve uselessly complicated everything.

He sighs. 

“I’m off, then.”

Your voice has him looking up. You’re standing there, on the balcony threshold. 

“Who are you working with today?” he asks.

You snap your fingers. “Haibara-san.”

“I see. That’s good.” He’s dependable enough. “Be careful.” 

You roll your eyes, nodding. “Am I not always? And right back at you, all right? See you today maybe—in one piece, hopefully.” 

“Hopefully,” Suguru snorts. “Hey, wait!” he calls after you, remembering. “Are you heading to the campus at all today?”

“I am. Setting out from there, why?”

He follows you inside, returning with two small satchels. “I might not make it. So, will you please stop by the dorm, and hand these over to Mimiko-chan and Nanako-chan for me? Small gifts from my trip to Nagoya.”

Your eyes smile. “Of course! Suguru, you…”

He tilts his head, expectant. 

You stare at him for a moment longer. “Those girls care for you deeply.” 

“As I do for them.” 

“You’re really something else.”

Oh, if only you knew. But his eyes turn to crescents as he smiles that benign, cheerful smile. 

“Well…” you stuff the satchels inside your bag. “See you later!” 

“Yes... later.” 

Each day either of you leaves for a mission, there’s no certainty of tomorrow. He’s never pulled you in, to urge you to be prudent in other ways, to show you his worry and embrace you like he wants to lately, outside the bounds of mutual convenience.

Hah… coward.

“Haibara-san… Haibara-san! Can you hear me?” 

The signal is never the best due to interference caused by the veil but it’s never failed like this before. Someone answers the phone. All you hear is static. 

Damn it. 

You stare anxiously at the dark barrier you’d lowered more than an hour ago over a funeral hall in Setagaya. Just the place for curses to gain momentum, you think. The brief said ‘semi-grade 1 cursed spirit’. Haibara dealt with those before over the past year, but you have little information to go on when it comes to this one’s abilities.

After several moments of hesitation, you reach a decision. Losing contact with the assigned mission lead usually warrants a call for backup, but you’ve been out with Haibara before. There is a level of trust and collaboration between you and despite being an auxiliary manager, you have enough cursed energy to support him if need be. Sometimes you wonder if you should’ve tried harder, aimed for graduating as a sorcerer yourself. Well, bygones. You also know just the person who’d be none too happy about that—which shouldn’t matter to you, not as much as it does, anyway. “You keep harping on about the dangers of being a sorcerer, Suguru, but what am I to do?” you mutter. It certainly would have helped now, you think, crossing through the veil.

The building is silent. “Haibara-san!” you call, your weapon at the ready—a tessen, a special grade cursed tool obtained via Satoru from his family stash. Suguru insisted, vehemently, that you accept it as a gift ever since you began heading out alone. It pulses in your hand, the cursed technique vibrating through your nerves. 

Cold sweat drips down your spine at the unnerving silence: you could never completely shed the fear from your body in high-strung conditions. Principal Yaga once said that’s healthy, a sign that you’re prepared to fight. 

Roof shingles are falling everywhere. You jump back, waving the tessen just in time to repel the debris and violet-tinted fumes bursting through the caved-in structure. 

You see the apparition, just barely, before a bright slash culls the creeping tendrils, turning them to dust. 

Haibara. 

“Are you hurt?!” 

“The tessen, use it now!” He yells back, both hands clamped together in a seal. 

Right. You snap the fan open, its metal ribs singing in your grip. You wave it in a pattern, focusing the aim of the cursed energy blow towards the apparition, through sheer luck timing it with the sorcerer’s strike. 

The curse withers to a strangled mess before you both, and you’re trapped there, watching as bruised fumes slither towards you—it’s not long before you’re gagging, eyes watery and lungs burning. You’re being dragged away by someone.

“Thank you… that was close… so-so close…” Haibara murmurs. “Thank you… we did it. Are you fine? I’m sorry, it was a stubborn one…”

“I’m fine.” You feel as though you've bathed in a pool of warm sake and drunk just as much while still coughing your lungs out. “Well...a little out of sorts... ”

You reach the car outside the dispersing veil, both leaning against its metal body and sighing in relief.

Haibara glances at you. You glance back. All things considered, he appears unhurt, maybe a bit ruffled.

“You don’t look so good,” he says.

Huh. “How do you mean?”

Haibara squints, then rubs at this right eye and observes you closer. “Your pupils look… strange. Maybe you should visit Ieiri-san for a check-up, just to make sure?” 

Your hearing is shot. Your vision is tinged with violet at the edges, and your legs feel weak at the joints. A peculiar taste is in your mouth. “... yeah. Yeah, that might be a good idea.”

“Come on,” he urges. “I’ll write up the mission report this time.”

The weather is far from hot. You pull at the collar of your shirt. You’ve struck a fever, or so it feels. “... t-thank you.”

tessen - Japanese war fan used as a weapon or for signalling

III >

[elizabethanism]

Late August—

I bring him the garden

in my skirt.

—Alexis Rotella

[shadow-pilgrim]

No moon tonight, I light a candle and listen to the dark…

Alexis Rotella

[streetviewpilgrim]

“No moon tonight, I light a candle and listen to the dark...”

(Alexis Rotella)

[quotishowl-blog]

[impossiblehumans]

FEATURED HUMANS - 

Photographers: Andrea Koerner‎, Erik Lieber‎, Alexis Rotella‎, Shawn Moore‎, Philippe Schlossberg‎, Bonobo Stone‎, Clint Cline‎, Manuela Matos Monteiro‎ and Anthony Ozorai‎.

[tankasocietyofamerica]

7 poems in 7 days: day 1

 

Don't try

to figure me out -

everything I write

is fiction

all of it true

 

Alexis Rotella, Lip Prints

[neweramuseum]

NEM Flowers 18 & 19 - Curated by Gianluca Ricoveri

Nem Flowers 18

FEATURED ARTWORKS BY: Janis Brandenburg Lee, Catherine Schell Caddigan, Kate Zari Roberts, Becky Menzies, Lee Atwell, Allyson Marie, Rosalie Heller, Bruce Murphy and Alexis Rotella.

Nem Flowers 19

FEATURED ARTWORKS BY: Bruce Murphy, Anneliese We, Bob Natalini, Laurence Brugerie, Tim Creamer, Catherine Schell Caddigan, Julia Badakhshan. Anndrea Lewis and Patrick Shourds.

[boricuacherry-blog]

I think a lot of people think haiku are easy to write, when it's just the opposite. You can spend months and years just trying to perfect one haiku. It's a capsule of energy that just beautifully captures one moment. No matter what's going on in your life, you have a snapshot of that moment.

-Alexis Rotella

[lexus-is-problematic]

If anyone recalls Lexus making a personal IG account that’s meant to focus on friends & family-well, she switched it from private to public. I don’t agree with it since there are pictures of Pasquale & Holly’s kids in some posts where you can see their faces and as I recall Holly doesn’t want her kids faces on the internet. These are some screenshots I grabbed; I also made sure to block Pasquale & Holly’s kids out.

I don’t know why Lexus did this but it’s not okay. She needs to make the IG private again or archive the posts that contain the pictures of Holly & Pasquale’s kids; out of respect for Holly since they’re friends. I hope Lexus does the right thing here instead of keeping it public.

[californiastatelibrary]

Glimpses from the American Haiku Archives

This week’s haiku is by Alexis Rotella and is included in her work titled: After an Affair.

[tabloidtoc]

Star, March 18

Cover: Lady Gaga Pregnant But Is Bradley Cooper or Christian Carino the Father? 

Page 1: Jason Momoa living in fear as attacker could be paroled 

Page 2: Contents, Brie Larson and Samuel L. Jackson at Captain Marvel premiere in London 

Page 4: Selena Gomez steps in to save Justin Bieber

Page 5: Vin Diesel is determined to direct the next Fast & Furious movie but Dwayne Johnson will drop out of the film if he does, Robert Pattinson wants big money to join the Batman franchise, Spot the Stars -- Kristen Bell, Simon Le Bon, Emma Watson, Katie Lee, Bobby Flay, Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka, Alexa Chung, Ellen Pompeo and Chris Ivery 

Page 6: Fame by A.J. Benza -- Brian Austin Green and Megan Fox on the rocks again, Wendy Williams to sit down for a televised interview to bare her soul, friends fear Orlando Bloom’s partying lifestyle will hurt Katy Perry 

Page 8: Ben Affleck asks Jennifer Garner to marry him again 

Page 10: Star Shots -- Chris Pratt and Katherine Schwarzenegger, Christian Slater and wife Brittany Lopez

Page 11: Matthew McConaughey and family including mom Kay and wife Camila Alves and three kids, Hilary Duff and Sutton Foster, Idris Elba and Ellen DeGeneres 

Page 12: Lorde, Taylor Hill and Lupita Nyong’o and Zendaya

Page 14: Karlie Kloss, Elle Fanning, Kristen Bell and Dax Shepard 

Page 16: Academy Awards -- Rami Malek, Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper, Regina King 

Page 17: Samuel L. Jackson and Glenn Close, Helen Mirren, Jason Momoa and Lisa Bonet, Melissa McCarthy and Brian Tyree Henry 

Page 18: Kelly Rowland, Isla Fisher, Dakota Johnson and Tilda Swinton, Jennifer Garner 

Page 22: Giada De Laurentiis, Rumer Willis, Tracy Morgan and Kid Mero and Desus Nice 

Page 24: Normal or Not? Tori Spelling, Tara Reid and her dog, Channing Tatum 

Page 25: Jamie Foxx, Owen Wilson

Page 26: Fashion -- Best of the Week -- Oscars -- Brie Larson, Gemma Chan, Kiki Layne 

Page 27: Emilia Clarke, Jennifer Lopez 

Page 28: Hot Sheet -- Ryan Reynolds and Hugh Jackman 

Page 30: Crushed Meghan Markle tells her dad that they’ll never talk again and Prince Harry is ready to go head-to-head with Thomas Markle 

Page 32: Why Tristan Thompson cheated on Khloe Kardashian 

Page 34: Miranda Lambert’s new marriage to Brendan McLoughlin on the rocks already, Rachel Brosnahan wants to be a mom, Nick Jonas and Priyanka Chopra building their dream home in L.A. 

Page 35: Kendall Jenner falls hard for Ben Simmons, Teresa Giudice tells Joe they’re through, Love Bites -- Robin Thicke and April Love Geary welcome their second child, Holly Madison and Pasquale Rotella split, Lily Collins and Noah Centineo getting cozy

Page 36: Cover Story -- Lady Gaga’s pregnancy predicament 

Page 40: Celebrities don’t make good neighbors -- Drake, James Franco, Hilary Duff 

Page 41: Natasha Lyonne, Hulk Hogan, Taylor Swift 

Page 42: Madonna, Robert Downey Jr., David Schwimmer 

Page 43: Charlie Sheen, Justin Bieber, Amanda Bynes 

Page 44: Burning Questions -- Miley Cyrus pregnant, Ed Sheeran secretly wed Cherry Seaborn, Ryan Seacrest and Shayna Taylor split 

Page 46: Joe Jonas and Sophie Turner ask restaurant pianist to quiet down so they can make out, Shawn Mendes changed undies in front of everyone on Calvin Klein photo shoot 

Page 49: Double Takes -- Kris Jenner vs. Shay Mitchell 

Page 50: Style -- Coveralls -- Lily James 

Page 52: Beauty -- Jennifer Lopez, Heidi Klum, Thandie Newton, Jamie Chung 

Page 55: Bella Hadid 

Page 56: How They Got That Body -- Kaley Cuoco, Blake Lively

Page 57: Jessica Alba, Julianne Hough 

Page 58: Entertainment 

Page 61: Q&A with Alexis Neiers 

Page 70: Wait, There’s More -- Harry Hamlin and Nicollette Sheridan are unfriendly exes, Pete Davidson kicks out heckler for bringing up Mac Miller, Wise Words -- Olivia Colman

Page 71: Khloe Kardashian is not going to be The Bachelorette 

Page 72: Parting Shot -- Prince William and Duchess Kate playing soccer

[graywyvern]

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I Will Lay Down My Bones.

"In my hand the path, when the fir branches wilt, I follow the gloom's endless gloom" --@trakl_bot

Vanity.

"The woodchuck he shot last year limps into his tomato patch"

--Alexis Rotella in Atlas Poetica 37

"The mask’s opposite is not the face but the veil."