#Andrea Ware

[randomrichards]

FISH TANK:

In housing complex

Mom’s boyfriend grooms teen daughter

Who dreams of dancing

[wttnblog]

10 Incredible June 2023 Book Releases

It seems to be the month of genre fiction, but to be honest I’m fully okay with that. There’s so many incredible historical fiction and mystery / thriller books coming out over the next 30 days that I’ll absolutely be reading as soon possible! I love writing these posts because they help keep me up to date on books that I wouldn’t otherwise be aware of, and that’s never been more the case than…

[lesemausbuchblog]

Januar Leselust: meine Bücher für Januar

[reimenaashelyee]

New Alexander Comic update!! 🐏

The Queen seeks advice from the Egyptian priest, and he's got some interesting ideas...

A webcomic about the life and legends of Alexander the Great. 👁‍🗨 About the comic 📕 Read from the beginning 🛍 Get the print or ebook edition of Book 1

Historical footnotes under the cut:

... Time flies when one isn't paying attention, doesn't it? (or rather, when one had a final semester of postgrad, two out-of-state weekend festivals and a flu to deal with)

I am just going to give up on consistent updates for the time being in favour of updating whenever I have something new. @_@ The next two months and a half are going to be another whirlwind of activity. Some of the relevant pieces of those two months:

I will be tabling at Emerald Hill Comics Festival in South Melbourne on September 15, 11 am to 4 pm. More info about the festival on Squishface Studios' instagram. As for me, I will be selling my usual wares: Seance Tea Party, My Aunt is a Monster, and Alexander Book 1.

I am currently working on completing the script of Book 2 in preparation for a 2 week long group residency (Comic Art Workshop). If you can believe it, I have been struggling through the script for this Book since late 2019, as the story for this Book is structurally challenging aka it's above my skill level. Things are slowly starting to look up though, which means I am more confident about proceeding with updates.

Footnotes:

The serpentine dalliances referenced are:

Peniarth MS 481 30r (National Library of Wales)

Andreas Boscoli, Olympias, Mother of Alexander, Visited by Zeus in the Guise of a Serpent (Art Institute of Chicago)

BNF Fr. 50 120v (Bibliothèque nationale de France)

[espithewarlock]

Wrote this today instead of working. Probably going to add more & edit before it goes to AO3.

Enjoy!

— — —

It was absurdly easy to slip out of the castle unnoticed. The guards didn't even look in his direction before he slipped out of the back gate.

Charles would be concerned if it wasn't massively to his benefit.

He enjoyed the fact that the Crown Prince's chambers overlooked the back garden. It was his favorite place in the whole castle and nobody questioned it when he said he wanted to go out there for some fresh air.

Luckily, nobody also questioned why his clothing looked a little bulky.

Once he got to the garden he stashed his fine silk outer layer and exited the castle grounds wearing more common, if nice, linen.

(He was very lucky that his chief of staff, Andrea, was used to his odd requests and procured the common clothing without question.)

(Honestly, people should start asking questions more often.)

The castle was stifling. The demands were endless and boring. Charles needed to escape, just for a little bit, for the sake of his sanity.

He'd probably be back before anybody even noticed he was missing.

So, for the first time in memory over the 22 years of his life, Charles was alone. No guards, staff, minders, teachers, companions, or anyone with him.

It was a liberating feeling. He could just go where he wanted, and he wanted to go to town.

As the Crown Prince, he was supposed to be preparing to rule for the benefit of his people. Unfortunately, he didn't know his people.

They all bowed and kept a respectful distance when Charles appeared with his father in their finery and crowns. They would downplay their needs or troubles and express their unending gratitude to the Crown.

Charles hated it. He wanted to know them, to hear their woes and do what he can with the resources of the Crown to help them. Improve their lives all across the kingdom.

So he had resolved to meet them. Little excursions where nobody would recognize him were perfectly safe. All he wanted to do was talk, browse the market, maybe have a drink in a tavern. Listen to the local gossip and see if there was anything he could do to subtly help.

As he slipped into the bustling town square, Charles felt alive. All around him were people, his people, going about their business without giving him a second glance.

Anyone who bumped or jostled him gave a quick "pardon me," instead of prostrating themselves in apology. It was wonderful.

Charles meandered through the streets with no goal in mind. He listened to the town criers and vendors hawking their wares, occasionally stopping to admire a simple piece of jewelry or purchase an apple to snack on as he walked.

He absolutely loved this. Being part of the people and exchanging pleasantries when they didn't know that he was a prince was lovely.

They treated him like an equal. Well, he was more than their equal. His job was going to be to work for them, after all. He just had to wear a grossly expensive crown when he did so.

Thinking about that crown reminded him that he probably needed to head back to the castle, but a delightful scent distracted him. He followed his nose just off the main thoroughfare to a bakery emitting the most delicious smells.

The sign out in front said Gasly's Baked Goods and Charles did not even hesitate before pushing the door open.

A small chime signaled his entrance and was instantly followed by a friendly shout, "One moment, please," from the man behind the counter.

Charles watched the man expertly lift the heavy looking large wooden spatula...thingy, shove it into the brick oven, and pull it out with freshly steaming loaves of bread on top.

The man quickly deposited the loaves on a cooling rack at his side and grabbed the bottom of his apron to wipe his hands while he turned around.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. What can I get for you?" The man asked with a genial smile.

Now that he had a better look, Charles realized this man was much younger than he expected. He was probably only a year or two older than Charles, if he had to guess, and had the most stunningly blue eyes.

On top of that, his muscles made Charles feel weak in the knees. They were impressive and bulging out of the simple shirt and apron the man was wearing.

"Are you Gasly?" Charles blurted out, then covered his mouth in embarrassment as his face heated up.

The man's smile grew wider in amusement. "One of them, yes," he said, giving a little bow, "Pierre Gasly, at your service."

Charles was worried for a brief moment that the bow meant that the man…Pierre…knew who he was. When he raised his head, Charles saw no flash of recognition and that teasing grin would never be present on anyone that was actually bowing to him. That was definitely a relief.

“I’m Charles,” he started to introduce himself, and then panicked because he had not been intending on using his real name, and definitely couldn’t use his real last name, “uh…Norris. Charles Norris.”

It was the last name of one of his childhood friends, someone that he hadn’t seen in years and he hoped that it wasn’t recognizable.

There was a slight smirk on Pierre’s face when Charles gave his name. “Your parents followed the trend after the prince was born, Charles uh Norris?”

Charles felt his face heat up even more. That was an unfortunate side-effect of royalty. A good third of the males born in the year or so following Charles’ birth were also named Charles. 

“I blame my maman,” Charles tried to come up with a cover story on the spot, “she…um…works in the castle. We do, I mean. My whole family. My father is a…military advisor. I study history and strategy. My younger brother wants to be a captain someday.”

That wasn’t technically false, but it was definitely stretching the truth.

“Very interesting,” Pierre looked at him as if he could see right through him and Charles wanted to die. This guy was turning his brain into mush and he felt like sinking straight into the floor.

“So, Charles uh Norris,” Pierre continued, his amusement physically palpable, “did you come here to regale me with your family history or can I help you with something?”

This was mortifying. Charles was actually going to crawl out of his skin and the red of his face was going to become his new skin tone.

“Yes, of course,” he said, probably a bit too loudly, “I need…bread.”

Pierre looked like he was about two seconds away from bursting into incredulous laughter. “Well, you have come to the right place. We have” he paused, gesturing broadly around the shop, “bread. Though I am a bit surprised. I thought the castle kitchens make their own bread, no?”

“They were…out,” Charles gave the world’s lamest explanation and had half a mind to just walk back out the door and never show his face in town ever again.

“Out,” Pierre repeated, raising one eyebrow skeptically.

Charles groaned in frustration and Pierre actually started laughing at him. He ran one hand through his hair sheepishly and offered a placating grin. “I’m sorry,” he said after the laughter died down, “I just…it smelled so good and I…I don’t…”

“–do this very often?” Pierre finished his thought for him and Charles gave a small, embarrassed nod.

The smile he received in return was much more understanding, much less teasing, and Charles felt a sliver of relief wash over his body. Pierre probably thought he was an ignorant rich kid that grew up in the castle.

He wouldn’t be very far off, in that regard.

“Well, what you were probably smelling were the loaves that just came out of the oven,” Pierre explained, “but we offer a variety of products that might fit your tastes. Do you prefer something savory or sweet?”

“Sweet,” Charles responded instantly. He always had a bit of a sweet tooth, much to his mother’s dismay, and enjoyed indulging whenever he got the chance.

Pierre gestured and walked over to another stand behind his counter that held a large tray, maybe half filled with croissants.

“These were made by yours truly this very morning,” Pierre seemed particularly proud of himself as he showed them off, “we have plain for two coppers each or six for a silver. We also have chocolate-filled and raspberry-filled, three coppers each or four for a silver. Over here��”

“I’ll take two chocolate and two raspberry,” Charles interrupted, not needing to see anything else. The croissants looked decadent and his mouth was watering just thinking about them.

A smile lit up Pierre’s face as he carefully selected four croissants and placed them into a nearby cloth bag. “Do you need anything else today?” Pierre asked as he handed the bag over the counter.

Charles shook his head and gratefully accepted the bag. He placed a single silver piece into Pierre’s outstretched palm and watched the strong fingers curl around it.

“Well, I appreciate your business, Charles uh Norris,” the teasing grin was back and Charles felt a faint blush return to his cheeks, “and I sure hope the castle runs out of bread again soon.” Pierre followed his statement with a wink that only served to make Charles’ heart stutter.

“Thank you,” Charles mumbled, too embarrassed to say anything else. He knew his face was red again as he turned to make the quickest reasonable exit out of the store.

It might have been his imagination, but he thought he heard strong peals of laughter start up just before the door closed behind him.

Once he was back on the main thoroughfare, Charles pulled one of the croissants out of the bag and gave it a quick sniff. It smelled lovely, warm and inviting, just like the inside of the bakery, and he sank his teeth into the pastry.

Instant perfection hit his taste buds. The pastry itself was light and flaky, the chocolate rich and sweet, and Charles devoured it before he could restrain himself.

The raspberry one was just as excellent, the slight tartness creating a balance with the sweetness that was simply delightful. He did not care that he was ruining his dinner as he ate the other two on the short walk back to the castle.

It was stupidly simple to slip back into the garden unseen and he hid the bag where he had stashed his nicer clothes earlier. 

Charles realized that it was much later than expected and rushed back to his rooms to change. He was only five minutes late to his afternoon tutor and he hoped that he didn’t have any chocolate or raspberry smeared on his face.

He was definitely going back to Pierre’s Bakery.

[autistpride]

How many of these famous autists do you recognize? And this isn't even a complete list!

So many amazing wonderful people are autistic. I will never understand why people hate us so much.

Actors/actresses/entertainment:

Chloe Hayden

Talia Grant

Rachel Barcellona

Sir Anthony Hopkins

Dan Akroyd

David Byrne

Darryl Hannah

Courtney Love

Jerry Seinfeld

Roseanne Barr

Jennifer Cook

Chuggaaconroy

Stephanie Davis

Rick Glassman

Paula Hamilton

Dan Harmon

Paige Layle

Matthew Labyorteaux

Wentworth Miller

Desi Napoles

Freddie Odom Jr

Kim Peek

Sue Ann Pien

Henry Rodriguez

Scott Steindorff

Ian Terry

Tara Palmer -Tomkinson

Albert Rutecki

Billy West

Alexis Wineman- Miss America contestant

Athletes:

Jessica- Jane Applegate

Michael Brannigan

David Campion

Brenna Clark

Ulysse Delsaux

Tommy Dis Brisay

Jim Eisenreich

Todd Hodgetts

John Howard

Anthony Ianni

Lisa Llorens

Clay Matzo

Frankie Macdonald

Jason McElwain

Chris Morgan

Max Park

Cody Ware

Amani Williams

Samuel Von Einem

Musicians:

Susan Boyle

Elizabeth Ibby Grace

David Byrne

Johnny Dean

Tony DeBlois

Christopher Dufley

Jody Dipiazza

Pertti Kurikka

James Jagow

Ladyhawke

Kodi Lee

Left at London

Red Lewis Clark

Abz Love

Thristan Mendoza

Heidi Mortenson

Hikari Oe

Matt Savage

Graham Sierota

SpaceGhostPurp

Mark Tinley

Donald Triplett

Aleksander Vinter

Comedians:

Hannah Gatsby

Robert White

Bethany Black

Scientists/inventors/mathematians/Researchers:

Damian Milton

Bram Cohen

Michelle Dawson

Carl Sagan

Writers:

Neil Gaimen

Mel Bags

Kage Baker

Amy Swequenza

M. Remi Yergeau

Sean Barron

Lydia X Z Brown

Matt Burning

Dani Bowman

Nicole Cliffe

Laura Kate Dale

Aoife Dooley

Corrine Duyvus

Marianne Eloise

Jory Flemming

Temple Grandin

John R Hall

Naomi Higashida

Helan Hoang

Liane Holliday Willey

Luke Jackson

Rosie King

Thomas A McKean

Johnathan Mitchell

Jack Monroe

Caiseal Mor

Morenike Giwa- Onaiwu

Jasmine O'Neill

Brant Page Hanson

Dawn Prince-Hughs

Sue Robin

Stephen Shore

Andreas Souvitos

Sarah Stup

Susanna Tamaro

Chuck Tingle

Donna Williams

Leaders:

Julia Bascom

Ari Ne'eman

Sarah Marie Acevedo

Sharon Davenport

Joshua Collins

Conner Cummings

Kevin Healy

Poom Jenson

Amy Knight

Jared O'Mara

David Nelson

Shaun Neumeier

Master Sgt. Shale Norwitz

Jim Sinclair

Judy Singer

Dr. Vernon Smith

Artists:

Miina Akkijjyrkka

Danny Beath

Deborah Berger

Larry John Bissonnette

Patrick Francis

Goby

Jorge Gutierrez

Lina Long

Johnathan Lerman

Julian Martin

Haley Moss

Morgan Harper Nichols

Tim Sharp

Gilles Tehin

Willem Van Genk

Richard Wawro

Poets:

David Eastham

Christopher Knowles

David Miedzianik

Henriette Seth F

[doyou000me]

For the wip game - You Can Touch, But He's Mine and The Shop At The End pls!!!

@cryingatships thank you for playing the WIP game with me~!

To see all of my WIPs (and maybe make my day and ask about one of them???) check out the full list here~!

You Can Touch, But He's Mine (Deep Night Smutfic)

First, a confession: I got so excited about talking about The Shop At The End, I almost forgot you also asked about this fic 🙈

You Can Touch, But He's Mine is a KhemWela oneshot smutfic born out of my frustration with Khem in episode 3 when he got all jealous and started being a bloody asshole to everybody.

The premise in simple: Khem loves watching Wela work as a host. He loves watching the customers gaze longingly at Wela and his current company, claw for a few hours of Wela's time and spend fortunes for his attention. Khem loves showing those same customers to the taxi stop in the early hours of the morning, loves seeing them off and loves being the one who gets to take Wela home to strip him of his carefully coordinated outfits and host persona.

Also, I should probably mention that Wela's outfit for the night has had me look at these for inspiration:

The Shop At The End

Thank you for asking about The Shop! I didn't realise how much I've missed this story until I started writing about it and couldn't stop myself!

@welcometothelairofthebitchking also asked about The Shop At The End, so you can find a snippet from the beginning of the story over in their answer!

As mentioned in the WIP list, The Shop At The End was originally a fanfic idea. I have plotted, written and rewritten it quite a few times but before I could finish it, I made the desicion to stop writing for that fandom. BUT (as with When I Grow Up) I was too in love with the story to give up on it, which is why I am now considering how I can rewrite it into an original story.

It is (surprise surprise) centered around a magic shop run by Lili, a succubus (we Do Not Ask about her Age) and her young assistant - the main character - who may or may not be an incubus and/or magician and may or may not also be aroace (so many delicious desicions to reconsider now that I'm no longer guided by an existing canon).

Around them circle a cast of social outcasts, including a vampire, a pack of werewolves and a dwarf exiled from the mines. There's also my favourite character, Andrea/Cameron (I keep changing my mind), a nonbinary shape shifter who changes their apperance to fit the extravagant fashion choice of the day. They resigned from the police in a rather spectacular fashion to write erotica and open a book store selling porn as a front for behind the counter (in the attic) forbidden, dark magic texts. They are one of the reasons I can't turn my back on this story.

The plot needs quite a bit of reworking now that it's not going to be a fanfic anymore, but my thoughts keep returning to it for the vibes alone! It's quite comfy to mentally sit in the shop for a while...

Think warm sunlight shining in through the curved storefront and a fat cat sleeping in the display window. Think herbs and amulets and knick-knacks hanging from the ceiling. Think rich, almost ghibli-like interiors with polished wood and brass detailing and light glinting off glass phials. Think hundreds of little drawers all marked with handwritten labels such as human teeth, adult and bone dust, mixed or calws, werewolf and skulls, mice.

Think polite smiles and ironed shirts and buttoned vests. Think black market wares hidden in the back and ingredients measured on brass scales and payments made in gold.

Think shady dealings and questionable favours and bribed cops. Think surprise raids and rumours spreading over pints of beer, rumors about something going on that is keeping the coppers busy, about strangers approaching those around you with promises of change, about the calm before a storm.

And when society comes looking for the main character to be their hero, think: "Why should I sacrifice myself to help all of you, when all you have ever done is shun me?"

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.

Welcome to the working week although, for those of you working in the NHS, welcome to just another day.

The Mighty Josiah arrived on Friday and we made a quick video. On Saturday morning, I woke up at 5.45, he was awake, so we went downstairs and waited for the dawn. While he ate waffles and Nutella, and played some madness on his tablet, I snatched a few extra hours of sleep.

Saturday afternoon was big fun! Thank you to everyone that listened to the radio show. If you appreciate good musicianship, you will enjoy Slave and Gil Scott-Heron. Hellen Andrea Stavrou did a superb job! If you missed it, it’s available on MixCloud (yay!) Next week, The Letter S (Pt. 2). Executive producer: Eliza Meilan.

While the family went out to see the new Marvel film at the cinema, I was fairly certain I could find something good on Netflix and I found the fabulous Nicholas Cage/Pedro Pascal/Tiffany Haddish movie, ‘The Unbearable Weight Of Massive Talent’. Cage plays HIMSELF in a ‘comedy action thriller’! I kid you not. Well worth your time.

While making scrambled eggs for brunch yesterday, I added some coarse black pepper, and I heard it mumble the C word under its breath! “Charming!” I thought.

No wonder Sean Combs settled one day after Cassie sued him; he didn’t want his private life getting scrutinized. Too late! My timeline is now full of VERY unsavoury stories about Mr. Combs. If you want to do some digging yourself, check out the mysterious death of music industry executive Shakir Stewart!

The Trouble is organising a Christmas Fayre at the bottom of our road, in order to sell her jewellery, and so that other local craftsmen and women can sell their wares. She’s now looking for vendors to make the fayre as varied and interesting as possible. I have suggested that I do a kissing booth. Price per pitch is £35. I figure, if I charge £5.00 per kiss, I only need seven customers and I can cover my costs!

Have a marvellous and momentous Monday. I love you all.

[siri-ike]

Bellyache pt.2

Prev

He'll be fine. He once threw up an entire, live centipede. There's nothing that can keep Mikey down for long. Raph really picked the best twin. Ok, so they aren't really twins, but technically, Leo and Donnie aren't either. They just decided these things based on appearance. Does that make it any less true? Point is he'll be fine. Crabs. What was Mr Bishop saying, something about frogs. Oh no, he's looking at Raph.

"Perhaps you can answer the question." For a moment, he just looked like a baby turtle in headlights. "How do reptiles react to the cold?" Thank goodness he was in Bishops' class and not Lucas's.

"t-tired?" He stutters out hopefully.

"That's correct. Reptiles are cold-blooded and therefore need external heat to stay warm. If it gets too cold, their heart rate slowes down, and they hibernate. This can leave them vulnerable to predators."

Surviving biology was no easy feat now that they're on the chapter focusing on reptiles and amphibians. It seems Bishop only ever calls on them rather than the other students. 'He probably just wants to make sure we're on track with everyone else since we haven't been in school as long as them.' Leo had said. It's like he just can't help but lick the boots of any and all authority figures. Heh. Ya'know, gross metaphors aren't the same without Mikey taking them too far. It's not like he misses him or anything. Raph can handle school. He's been handling school. For, like, almost two months. He's got this. It's just a few hours. Alone.

Donnie missed lunch again. It's weirdly peaceful with just Leo and April. It's a little nice being able to just eat silently while they do their TCRI conspiracies. Lunch was some sort of fish. It doesn't matter. Raph'll eat anything that's put in front of him without much thought. Because any food is energy and energy is violence. Raph loves violence. He really does, honest. Sure, it's been a bit duller since being accepted by the humans, starting school, and legally mandated therapy. And yeah, some nonviolent sports have turned out to be fun, too. But he still dreams of violence,  just maybe not every night. But, right now. This isn't a problem he can punch. Nobody hurt his little brother. And Leo's right. It probably was something he ate. He did once try to eat a frog whole, so it was bound to happen.

After they finished their lunch, Leo insisted on bringing some to Donnie in the science room. He'd been examining blood samples from last night. 'Given voluntarily,' he claims. He's also been acting weird. But more the usual kind of weird. The kind of weird Donnie gets every now and then a couple times a year. Maybe it's the full moon. Maybe he's a werewolf. No, wait there's no wolves in New York. Ware-possum? Ware-racoon? Maybe Mikey's a ware - something and Donnie's trying to cure him. That's deffinetly what's going on. Raph should warn Leo and April so that- no, what if they're in on it? What if they're all just waiting to get him alone so they can turn him too?

"LEO!" Raph says calmly as they turn the smelly corner (Andrea dared them to lick the gross wall last week)

"yes?" That's exactly what a were-something would say.

"I have to, be um, at the mmnm. Reading starts moon- soon. I mean I, said I'd yelp- Help! At, eh, library, with, uh, bye." Nailed it.

After expertly evading his pursuers, Raph proceeds toward the gym, number one source of information. There's still about 20 minutes left for lunch, which means Mona-Lisa's still practicing on the hockey field.

Next

[vm4vm0]

Lipstick Lover from Evaline Wu Huang on Vimeo.

Directed by Janelle Monae & Alan Ferguson Produced by: Alex P. Willson and Nandi George

Production Designer: Evaline Wu Huang DP: Allison Triplett

Production Supervisor: Manar Humidan Production Coordinator: Valerija Valentina Mizula Asst Coordinator: Christian McLain 1st AD: Kirsten Knisely 2nd AD: Mollie Lemm

1st AC: Sarah Ratay 2ns AC: Ariel Pomerantz Loader: Meriel O’Connell Loader: Paolo Arriola Vintage Camera Operator: Coan "Buddy" Nichols Vintage B Camera Operator: Mat Matthews Gaffer: Marlon Obrien Best Boy Electric: Alice Becerra Key Grip: Sergio Silva Best Boy Grip: Henry Martinez Additional Cinematography: Coan "Buddy" Nichols, Alan Ferguson, Tree Young-Stevens

Art Director: Andrew Caso Set Decorator: Chad Tatham Set Decorator: Natou Fall Prop Master: Leone Reeves Leadman: Vincent Quintana Set Dresser: Joanna Cabalquinto Art Assistant: Aaron Meritt

Wardrobe Stylist: Sakinah Bashir, Marquise Miller Make-up Artist: Myrna Powell, Starlynn Hair Stylist: Andrea Garcia, Nena Ross Davis HMU Swing: Patrice Harris, Tru'von Reed Body Painter: Julie Hassett Assist Body Painter: Meg Wilbur

Medic: Joe Sartee Fire Safety Officer: Gabriel Martinez Craft Service: Irene Chen Party Producer: Bridgid Jones

Janelle Monáe Stylist: Ali Mandelkorn Janelle Monáe Make-Up Artist: Keita Moore Janelle Monáe Hair Stylist: Larranisha Russell Editor: Jorge Sandoval Assistant Editor: Sky Kim Editorial Producer: Ellie Ware Editorial Managing Partner: Michelle Eskin Editorial Executive Producer: Amber Farls Editorial Head of Production: Brady Fiero Colorist: Asa Fox Head VFX: Andres Jaramillo

Choreographer: Jemel Williams Dancers: Fulani Buhati, Kacie Garland, Helen Gedlu, Tydryn Scott, Bianca Muscatelli, Asha B Franklin Male Talent: Raphael Thomas, Rameer Colon, David Dwane Washington, Onochie Akah Exotic Talent: Jasmin Jassy Davis, Quanice Jackson, Kailan "Rocco" Snowden, Regine Smith, Cynthia Zavala, Jess Barlow, Tia Williams, Francis Hernandez, Christine Enriquez Lipstick Lover: Ashleigh Baugh Model: Tyanna Stitts

Wondaland Friends: Kelli, Stephanie, Bueno, Nyesha, Nate, Chuck, Nana, Jemel Client: Wondaland Label: Atlantic Records Production Company: Wandering Cameras VFX: Straynge VFX Editorial: Cut+Run LA

[hexjulia]

anyway of course i read some more about nazi production of porcelain after the book and that's how i found out there was apparently a craze for porcelain made in concentration camps among wealthy russians in 2018. why. it can't be just that it was of 'good quality' as the article mentions. so many places produced good porcelain throughout history.

'Russians are buying Nazi-era porcelain made by a company that was owned by the SS and used concentration camp prisoners for forced labour.

Antique dealers say that wealthy Russians account for more than half of the buyers of Allach porcelain. The company’s wares were marked with SS runes and were mostly made as gifts for Nazi leaders.

“My biggest sale was recently for €50,000, an SS rider,” Andreas Thiel, who runs an online shop specialising in Allach, said. “The quality of the objects is on a par with Meissen porcelain, better even. The main buyers are Russians, I’d say they account for about 60 per cent.”

[yhancik]

What kind of cinema is appropriate for the age of Palm Pilot and Google? Automatic surveillance and self-guided missiles? Consumer profiling and CNN? To investigate this question, Lev Manovich, one of today's most influential thinkers in the fields of media arts and digital culture, paired with award-winning new media artist and designer Andreas Kratky. They have also invited contributions from leaders in other cultural fields: DJ Spooky, Scanner, George Lewis, and Johann Johannsson (music), servo (architecture), Schoenerwissen/OfCD (information visualization), and Ross Cooper Studios (media design). The results of their three-year explorations are the three "films" presented on this DVD. Although the films resemble the familiar genres of cinema, the process by which they were created demonstrates the possibilities of soft(ware) cinema. A "cinema," that is, in which human subjectivity and the variable choices made by custom software combine to create films that can run infinitely without ever exactly repeating the same image sequences, screen layouts and narratives. Mission to Earth, a science fiction allegory of the immigrant experience, adopts the variable choices and multi-frame layout of the Soft Cinema system to represent "variable identity." Absences is a lyrical black and white narrative that relies on algorithms normally deployed in military and civilian surveillance applications to determine the editing of video and audio. Texas, a "database narrative," assembles its visuals, sounds, narratives, and even the identities of its characters, from multiple databases. The DVD was designed so that every viewing of each film generates a different version.

[billion2072]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage Asian Imari Oval Dish Andrea by Sadek&Oval Casserole Both Made Japan.🍜

[argiltiles]

Top Quartz and SPC Flooring Manufacturers in India: Leading Suppliers in the Industry

The demand for SPC flooring has increased in recent years among all residential and commercial markets. From hotels and restaurants to schools and hospitals, there is no limit on where SPC floors are installed. Another reason for the growing demand for SPC flooring is that it is environmentally friendly and eco-friendly. Due to increasing demand by 2032 , the global SPC market size is expected to reach multi-million figures.

Here are the top SPC flooring manufacturers in India-

Floormonk, Gujarat - SPC flooring manufacturers in Gujarat Floormonk has established itself as a trusted brand in the flooring industry. Floormonk has 100 completed flooring projects. They export to more than 50 countries. It has gained recognition in all these countries for its outstanding product quality and strong brand presence.

Wintel Surfaces LLP, Gujarat- SPC flooring manufacturers in Gujarat Wintel Surfaces is a leading manufacturer and exporter of flooring. This brand is known for its unmatched durability and versatility. This brand manufactures tiles and planks in various designs and makes them ideal for residential and commercial spaces. Easy installation, sustainability, and eco-friendly flooring options ensure that customers appreciate the beauty of wood.

Andrea Ceramic, Gujarat- SPC flooring manufacturers in Gujarat Andrea Ceramic is currently the largest exporter of tiles and sanitary products. They have certain features that make them unique among all their competitors. Over the years, they have established themselves as one of the most trusted brands of SPC vinyl flooring tiles, LVT, Ceramic tiles, and sanitary ware that can turn your house into a dream house.

Ceraite India LLP, Gujarat- SPC flooring manufacturers in Gujarat Ceraite is one of the leading ceramic manufacturers of India with three manufacturing facilities. It is one of the biggest manufacturers of Glazed Porcelain tiles and Soluble Salt tiles. Being a developing and innovative company, we ensure quality products provided to our customers.

Top Quartz Countertop brands in India

Quartz stone, or engineered stone, is a modern and versatile material. It has become very popular in today’s world of interior design and construction. Quartz stone offers a wide range of benefits that makes it desirable for many applications. In today’s modern era, when you are looking to create a perfect kitchen countertop, a beautiful bathroom vanity or a picture perfect office reception desk, Quartz is a perfect solution for all these.

Top Quartz countertop brands in India are-

Kalinga Quartz- Established in 2009, Kalinga Stone is a leading Quartz stone manufacturer in India. With over 200 colors spanning across various designs, customers have a wide range of designs and patterns to choose from.

Corian Quartz- It is a brand under the world’s largest chemical company DuPont based in the USA. However, Corian Quartz is a completely different product from DuPont.

Corian Quartz is the best Quartz stone manufacturer in India as it is scientifically advanced and is well suited for residential and commercial properties.  Paradigm quartz- It is an Indian brand based in South India. It started in 2018 and since then has been very successful in growing internationally in various countries such as the USA, Australia, Lebanon, Canada, Middle east, the United Kingdom, South Korea and many other countries.

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Duo: Hawaiian Coastal Navy, Engineering.  Designed Megaman MUSH, due to inappropriate sexual proposition, to Sandi "Khelkhet" MacDonald, spouse of Brian "B-Rock" Monaghan.

Duet: Female Persian, family of Dr. Golden; claims bisexual male, playing Cassandra Cain, whenever Jessica "Bailey", Jessica Valentin, is threatened by a proposal, outside of her father's family, outside adoption or dead in World Trade Center attacks.

Aquarius: Kuwait desert war veteran, American; permanently confined to Pembroke veterans ward.

Peebo. WInchester CIA agent, Iraqi Ba'athist holdover; pinned in place, spying on Israeli biotech, under Trump's watchful eyes; responsible for giving supervisor, Jared Koeschner, a lobotomy, to cover for Mini-Peebo, Mini-Peebo having sniped off a black gangster with the Spanish Mob, "Big Smoke", featured in "Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas", as a cop; a villain.

Mini-Peebo: Hopkinton CIA cadet, in Kilpatrick program, to plant a legend as an alias on the internet, with a paraphrased abnormality of Pentagon internet access of patent through Vatican, as prime method of slipping work to Stephen King, through psychiatric hospitals; next leader to demonize Africans, has comic book or film or video game or virtual reality dedicated to, as a heroin addict female.

Altitron: US Navy draft enlistment on volunteer, to US Submarines; now a quiet guitar player, even as Irish Mob; inherited role.

Berube: Real name, "Andre Betmen"; facing homelessness, recommended to External Security by Mini-Peebo; offered a full suite and access of facilities, by Pembroke Hospital, of Massachusetts; VFW.  And after Mini-Peebo, "Chet", visited, a fine repoire with mister Steven "The Rifle" Flemmi, a fine sports player himself.

Libra: James Holmes, the most legendary CIA to grace roleplaying.  The takeover, of China, Japan, and India, by three logics, found in Ryan Combs, having been contacted about David Charlebois, and his two friends, Matthew Lennox and Ryan Taylor.

Derek. Homeless, after one final advertising round, "The Geico Cavemen".  Joined the place where all communications families go, the gravel round, selling old jingles at campire with a banjo.  R-Type.  Grandmother of "Chet", Mini-Peebo, having formed the theory, at Ma Bell; for "Those Old Red Green Paintings".

Flem. Canadian Royal Mounted Patrol, vigilance watchman commission; voluntary spies on his computer, to protect his family, against Hell's Angels.  Canadian Freemasons, having ridden outside of motorcycle hours, to get a baby sleep medicine.

Leo: Cleveland Rotary Association, by direct descent and link; Native Missourian, with Persian-Jewish blood of Shylock, the Gasts, his thumb able to pull a lapus lazuli through the knot, the Ghetto Works; a fond fan of Pacino, playing his old and new legends.

Gemma: FBI agent, Schuck family, on David's request, "Chet", for the last of Andrew Schuck's power and vitamin, at "Le Chiffre"; spending two semesters, teaching David how to go to college; the goal is the job you wanted as a child, not the one you take on degree.  If they're both, you luck out, married.  Why are you a cop to me, Mini-Peebo?

Scorpio: Manager of a convenience store, and a cop in the unit; an actual cop, not just a rat, just a retired police officer.

Brick: A homosexual Romalian ROTC, bred in the image of Chet, but gay; Miles Morales, "The Riddler", as an actual Riddler.  African Panther, out of the White Supremacist ideal, to use tones and references on white Romalians, ignored by CIA computed, but not nearby children.  The CIA sells crack, says Chet.

Corth: Pat Ware, developmental disability; missing chromosome, result of a yeast infection.  Grandson of George W. Bush Jr., through mother, too young; Raven Laventi, Arnold Clan; Pro-Life issue in George W. Bush Jr.'s Presidency, like he cares.  The Arnolds, savages, out of France.

Culper: Kyle Rittenhouse, new NSA HUMINT; taught, by NSA HUMINT veteran, David Charlebois, to take the issue to trial, to free slaves; a loss of lawyer' rights, but you got it on TV, kid.  Mike watched the entire thing, it was symphony.

Mouse: Ellen Page, now back to "Elliott Page", wearing the strapon inside out.  Just like in highschool, lover?  Erin McBride?

Kung: Josh Moen, who needs his orders obeyed, being unaware he is psychic, due to prenatal Trilophon exposure; torturing some doctor in a coma out there, for his surgeon's rules; a drone, a zombie.

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