#Cosmos Laundromat

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rocket raccoon prompt week ✷ day four family✷.⁺⋆˚₊

semi-romantic fluff | no use of yn | gn reader | minific | word count: 1,274.

The artificial daylight of Knowhere has gone from bright and pearly to bronze and slanted, and now it’s finally sunk low in velvet purples. The Star Kids don’t really have bedtimes because every adult here is a frickin’ pushover, so they’re dancing under the sleep-shift sky, all spangled and studded with tiny plasma orbs jingling on strings over the streets, glowing like warm white moons. 

It’s not an uncommon part of life on Knowhere — not anymore. Neither is the heartwrenchingly light laughter ringing out from the streets, from the rooftop bars, and from the second level of Mantlo’s, where the usual poker players have meandered out to the mezzanine in order to watch the celebration. 

Rocket leans back against the step where he’s slouched: tail flicking peacefully, ears swiveling to follow the sounds, nose twitching. The Star Kids smell like Indigarran peaches and moonlight, and there are lingering curls of Contraxian tobacco and Ssssaralami’s moonshine. The spiced fragrance of grilled orloni and yaro-stuffed pastries fill the streets. It’s all overlaid by a sugary scent: the bastardized Luphomoid honeycakes that you’d helped Nebula resurrect from her childhood, just especially for today.

Nobody knows when the Star Kids were born — if they were born at all — but you’d insisted there needed to be something to mark a birthday of sorts. 

Children need celebrations, you’d told him and Nebs one night over drinks, and Drax the Dad had enthusiastically concurred. And so this — the anniversary of the liberation of the Arête, of the children’s arrival on Knowhere — has suddenly become some sort of festival, some sort of revelry. Nearly every citizen of Knowhere is out on the streets: eating, dancing, singing, chattering. Ruffling the childrens’ hair. Steemie Blueliver has come down from the mezzanine, and the Star Kids take turns flipping themselves over his tree-trunk arms or letting him spin them over his head. Mantis had come back to visit — just for this, from the frickin’ ass-end of the universe — and she’d picked up Pete while she was at it. Both of them are laughing with Nebs and Kraglin, while Cosmo barks and prances in the center of a bright ring of giggling kids. A cluster of raccoons from the Arête watch from the rooftop of the laundromat: still young, but no longer babies. Their fur is glossy and their bodies are soft and round, and they keep an eye out for dropped street-food. 

And the music — the music is alive. It floats down the insides of Rocket’s bones: sweet and sparkling with little bubbles, like carbonated wine. 

Rocket takes another mouthful of his fruit-flavored milky-fizz — spiked with something you’d sneaked him before the festivities; you’d told him it was strawberry schnapps — and he watches. 

He catches it: the moment you clock him there on the steps. Your eyes crinkle at the corners when you smile, and it looks like you’ve got stardust in your lashes. You’re talking to Hoobtoe and Phloko, but you’ve only got eyes for him — warm, and inviting. He tilts his plastic carton toward you in a mockery of a toast, then clamps his teeth onto the straw and takes another sip. The skull’s ventilation systems kick on and a breeze sweeps delicately through the streets, teasing the scents of food and booze, and playing with the fibrous platinum strands of the Star Kids’ hair. Each child’s head is gleaming: pale and reflecting back dapples of radiance. Rocket swears that everywhere he looks — the tiny candles on the honeycakes, the plasma-orb string-lights, the wide eyes of the kids, and you — he can see halos and rays of light. Soft starbursts, and luminous, hazy hexagons. Little motes of crushed-up bone-dust, dancing in and out of the shadows like antigravity glitter.

A little curl of concern shows between your brows as you toss him another glance — he’d guess it’s hard for you to read him right now, because his eyeshine is probably throwing all that gorgeous light back at you. Like rubies, you’d told him once, which had probably been when he’d first started falling in love with you, if he’s being honest. Now, dazzling in the gold and shadow, you laugh at something Hoobtoe says, and you pat Phloko’s shoulder before weaving away from them — smiling at Xlomo Smeth and Ssssaralami, nodding your greetings while you walk past. You pause at the little table still stacked high with honeycakes.

And then make your way toward Rocket.

You tuck yourself next to him on the step, even when he doesn’t move — content to stay half-sprawled next to you, his arm draped casually across the stair behind your back. He looks up at you with his ruby-eyes, and then down at the honeycake in your hands. It’s got one of those teeny candles in it, lit up like a piece of amber held to the sun. You’re glowing in the gold of it,  warm and apple-cheeked — eyes all glimmery, just for him. 

“You okay?” you ask carefully.

He turns his eyes back to the streets so his heart doesn’t fall apart like the overblown petals of an autumn flower in his chest. The scene there doesn’t help though: everything is as warm as fresh-baked bread. Groot’s joined Steemie, tossing the kids in the air. Even Howard’s come down from the mezzanine, awkwardly patting the head of a child who’s taller than he is, while he tries to protect his cocktail from the jumble of bodies. Rocket eyes him, then snorts and shakes his head. A soft huff leaves his mouth: too short to be a chuckle, too affectionate to be a scoff.

“I’m good,” he rasps out. “Just thinkin’.”

“About what?” 

The corner of his mouth curves in a perplexed, uncertain little smile, like his head hasn’t caught up with the rest of reality. “‘Bout how I used to think I wanted to be alone.” 

He sips his milky-fizz. The strawberry schnapps warm his belly. Howard would love this shit, Rocket thinks. 

He reminds himself not to let the guy near it. 

“Why’d you bring that over?” he asks, nodding at the candlelit honeycake cupped in your palms. 

You reach toward him with it, lifting it for him: a sugar-sweet little offering. “Today is your day, too, you know.” 

He blinks up at you, a protest filling his mouth before he pauses and tilts his head consideringly. 

He supposes you’re right. He supposes he had been trapped on the Arête, for far longer than he’d realized. 

“Okay,” he says mildly, and he can see the way you startle at how agreeable he sounds right now. He shrugs, sets down the milky-fizz on the step between his feet, and takes the cake in his hand. “What’s with the candle?”

“Pete brought them,” you  tell him. “It’s a birthday tradition on Terra. A candle for every year.” You smile at him. “When you blow it out, you make a wish.”

He looks up at you, and then out at the wide glimmering lake of people, all shadow and shimmer. He turns the golden cake in his hand like he’s studying it: trying to read something in the fruit-infused icing and the amber-glow flame. Then he turns his eyes out again to the people of Knowhere: music and mirth and the joy of belonging. And from this angle — up close, and unhidden by eyeshine — you can see the moment when ironic amusement turns into something just a shade off of wonder. 

His fingers are usually so quick you can barely follow them — but now he reaches up with his other hand, almost lazily, and casually pinches out the wisp of candleflame. 

“I think I’m good on wishes, actually.”

there's that critical mass word-count. i personally think it is very cool of me that i took till thursday to break a thousand.

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[craftypeaceturtle]

Something stupid...

I recently rewatched tmnt 2012 and thought... wow, there's loads of fully rendered and designed shops in the background. Has anyone ever listed them all for reference?

I didn't even check the fandom wikia so maybe someone has. But hey ho. I've done it now.

So here's all the shops and comics shown in the TMNT 2012 series, for your reference fellow writers and other insane people.

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Comic books seen throughout the series:

'From the Sewer' (S1 E1, 08:09)

'Martial Pain' (S1 E4, 09:00)

'Famous Creatures of […] Town' (S1 E7, 22:49) **couldn't make out one of the words, sorry!

'Corps Cadares: The Dead Will Save the Earth' (S1 E11, 04:08)

'The Timely Times' (S1 E20, 09:43)

'Diabolical Dead' (S1 E20, 09:43)

'Barbarian' (S1 E20, 09:43)

'Space Heroes' (S1 E23, 10:08) -- Leo collects.

'Tales from the Cosmos' (S2 E2, 00:46)

'Dude' (S2 E4, 10:04)

'Modern Ninja Magazine' (S2 E7, 00:50) --Raph collects.

'Shock Techno' (S2 E10, 00:19)

'Weekly Weird News' (S2 E14, 28:17)

'Green with Envy' (S2 E16, 10:17)

'Split' (S3 E5, 05:45)

'Wingnut' (S4 E19, 00:12)

'Arachnid Man' (S4 E19, 00:27)

'Superb Man' (verbal, not physically shown- S4 E19, 00:29)

'Fantastic Four Food Groups' (S4 E19, 00:31) --heavily associated with Raph.

'Dracula's Castle' (S5 E17, 07:19) -- heavily associated with Mikey.

'Vampire Hunter' (S5 E17, 07:18) --heavily associated with Mikey.

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Shops seen throughout the series: Book Store (S1 E1, 10:28)

Second Time About (S1 E1, 13:21) -- April stayed with her Aunt above this shop.

Vlad's Repo Depot (S1 E1, 19:31)

Kingfisher Antique/Rare Buy.Sell Jewelry (S1 E1, 21:30)

Fortune Cookie (S1 E3, 14:32) --Purple Dragon base

Rock Bottom Boxing Club (S1 E4, 10:27)

Old Chinatown Tattoo Company (S1 E4, 10:27)

Downtown Athletic Club (S1 E4, 16:08)

Futua-noid Electronics (S1 E5, 17:38)

Pet Supplies (S1 E5, 17:38) -- right next to an alleyway, so I would guess that this the pet store the turtles were bought from.

Mad Wax Records (S1 E5, 17:46)

Everything Store (S1 E5, 17:47)

Dim Sum Then Sum (S1 E7, 12:24)

Laundromat (S1 E7, 13:03)

The Olympia Diner (S1 E8, 02:35)

Tidal Wave Fresh Fish (S1 E8 09:24)

Balzac Chateau du Beuf (S1 E9, 00:32)

Pocket full of Rosies (S1 E9, 00:43)

Wolf Hotel (S1 E9, 13:48) --first met Shredder.

Chinese Herbs and Health (S1 E10, 15:28)

Antonio's Pizza-Rama (S1 E13, 04:53)

Produce City (S1 E16)

(Closed down) Maramba … Shop (S1 E14, 00:35)

Chilly Chillkins Refrigeration company (S1 E14, 21:03)

Roosevelt High School (S1 E15, 09:05)

Comics (S1 E15, 09:05)

Worldwide Genome Project (WGP) (S1 E15, 15:13) --used as Kraang base.

Sweet Dreams Ice Cream (S1 E17 00:27)

Madam Alahazam Fortune Teller (S1 E17 00:27)

Wam-Bam-Pow Comics (S1 E17 00:25)

D.W Yatt Apothecary Est.1875 (S1 E16)

Magic Middleton's Tricks and Costumes (S1 E21, 13:09)

Ziga's Transmission Allignment Collision Tune-Up Autobody (S1 E24, 11:46) --used as Kraang base.

Argosy Theatre (S2 E1, 01:19)

Newstand (S2 E4, 10:04)

Midtown Ice Rink (S2 E6, 06:29)

Barber Shop (S2 E8, 00:11)

Lox Schmear & Java (S2 E19, 17:21)

Bernie's General (S3 E5, 04:44)

Comet Cleaners (S3 E11, 03:29)

Play Pier (S3 E11, 09:03)

Auman Chemicals (S3 E14, 14:53)

Channel 6 (S4 E10, 07:40)

AMAS: Allied Martial Arts Supply (S4 E15, 13:24) -- Used to hold Shredder/Foot Clan's weapons.

Cowabunga Skates (S4 E17, 05:20)

Run Jump Kick (S4 E17, 05:20)

Dell Abate Ristorante (S4 E18, 06:25) -- Don Vizioso's restaurant.

Felipe's (S4 E18, 16:27)

Hicnight Hotel (S4 E18, 17:16) --Don Vizioso's base.

Mini Mart (S5 E3, 16:19)

Friendly Jack's Loans (S5 E3, 17:43)

Wan Dingo's House of Curiosities and Oddities (S5 E5, 13:28)

Shanghai Sternn's Stir Fry (S5 E10, 12:04)

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Notes:

The episode timestamps might not be totally accurate since I was watching this on a... ahem... legal website.

The timestamps are from when you could clearly and obviously see the shop signs. Like, Ziga's is visible from like episode one but couldn't be clearly read.

Some of the comics were just in shop windows and not really associated with a character so be careful. That is not a list of every comic the turtles have read. Like the Timely Times has only been in the background, not read by a particular turtle.

There were LOADS of shops where the shop name was in Chinese (or Japanese, I don't know) and so I couldn't list. Most of the shops by the Chinatown arch weren't in english. That's why even Murakami's shop isn't listed here. Because the actual shop name wasn't in english.

Thanks for reading through this. Hopefully this was useful for... anyone out there.

[techvandaag]

Blender 4.1

Versie 4.1 van het crossplatform- en opensourceprogramma Blender is uitgekomen. Deze applicatie is bedoeld voor 3d-modelling, animatie, rendering, postproduction, interactive creation en playback. Meer informatie over de uitgebreide mogelijkheden van Blender kan op deze pagina worden gevonden. Met dit programma zijn onder meer de korte opensource-animatiefilms Elephants Dream, Big Buck Bunny, Sintel, Tears of Steel, Cosmos Laundromat en Sprite Fright gemaakt. Versie 4.1 is weer een release met heel veel veranderingen, te veel om hier op te noemen. Een overzicht is in deze video te vinden. Bij 80 level hadden ze het volgende te melden over deze uitgave: Blender 4.1 Officially Released http://dlvr.it/T4fSlj

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Update- What to do next

FEEDBACK: DE4404 Experimental Practice

20 credits

Click here for Module Descriptor

STUDENT NAME: Rifat Zaman

Module Learning Outcomes:

On successful completion of this module a student will be able to:

1. Through your design ideas, expand and build on accepted creative practice and norms.

2. Identify and disseminate, in a manner appropriate to a creative project, your observations and innovations.

3. Utilise practice to analyse, debate and discuss emerging issues, theories and philosophies.

Comment:  Your work is starting to develop and it is excellent that you have created an animatic and a storyboard.  This has been challenging for you because it is the first time you have done this.  The storyboard needs some work and you need to think about how you visualise the man trying to kill himself.  At the moment, the audience thinks that the child is in danger and that the main character is a mad man wielding a knife.   The split personality works and is clearly understood.  Think of other imagery for wanting to end your life.  Maybe the visuals could be more abstract, how would you represent the end of life?  Depression?  Black dog?  Black cloud?  Is the character being pulled into a dark abyss?  Maybe the visual of his daughter pulls him back.  Have a look at how other animated films do it e’g Loving Vincent, The suicide shop, Cosmos Laundromat, Colorful, Lipsett Diaries. You need to do some more research into how to visualise your idea  to give you some ideas on how to art direct this part. We also really need to see an animatic with a guide voice track to get a clearer understanding of the narrative. At the moment it's not easy to see what is a cut between panels and what may be a camera move. It's a little graphic which may effect how much of it we could show publicly.

The learning agreement needs more work.  Try to use parts of your essays to construct it.  The learning agreement will feed into the poster presentation so you have a look at the ones in VB005 and see how other people do it.

Your reflective diary is shaping up nicely. Keep it up

I am just kind of sad! Cause my grades are low. It's like I am not much doing anything. I am just here. WHich I am hating about myself. Not really helping

[bgmedia42]

Friday Film Shorts

Cosmos Laundromat - First Cycle, a 2015 short film from the Blender Institute in the Netherlands, which has also been featured on Netflix. It's a darkly amusing tale about a hapless sheep named Franck, who meets up with an unusual salesman during one of his suicide attempts...

[finishinglinepress]

FLP CHAPBOOK OF THE DAY: Any Closer to Home by Katie Daley

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Any Closer to Home is a song of bewilderment, a body searching Earth for the beat beneath the turmoil so it can dance nevertheless. There’s a jig for blistered fists, a naked waltz in a laundromat, and a blues lullaby for the end of the world. Migrants sweep the front stoop of Jupiter as mountainsides go up in flames. A donkey bellows, an apple falls, a bruise is swallowed. A long-distance driver pulls off the highway to kneel in a field of fireflies. She wants us to recognize the invitation. She wants us to consider the possibility that for all we know, she or any of us could be kneeling in the stars. #poetry #chapbook

Katie Daley is a recipient of three Individual Creativity Excellence Awards from the Ohio Arts Council and a fellowship at the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown, Massachusetts. Her work has been published in a variety of journals and anthologies, including The Keepthings, Exposition Review, Hippocampus Magazine, Art Crimes, Seneca Review, and After the Bell: Contemporary American Prose about School (University of Iowa Press). As a teaching artist, she does therapeutic writing outreach in drug rehabilitation programs, hospitals, schools and community centers throughout Northeast Ohio. Of all the occupations in the cosmos, she’s chosen to be a poet because it’s the one that makes her feel the most present and alive. It’s her hope that the poems she writes make that feeling as contagious as possible. www.katiedaley.com

PRAISE FOR Any Closer to Home by Katie Daley

Katie Daley has made a whole life cooking up poems composed as much by bodied breath as by pen and paper. “Any Closer to Home” is an unfolding feast of sound and vision, inviting us to partake in drinking “the constellations till we’re slaked,/ till there’s enough fire shaken from the cosmos / for it to fill its own cup and drink, too.”

–Philip Metres, author of Shrapnel Maps and recipient of the Guggenheim Fellowship

For each wrecked deer & bloated possum

I lay my hand over my heart

then pass them up to heaven

where the summer puffs of white

are also rolling through this world

as the smoke of burnt fossils

shimmies out my tailpipe

Like a magician shaking bouquets from an empty sleeve, Katie Daley casts verbal wonders from her pen. She alchemizes today’s tired idiom of poetic plain-speak, returning the language to the darker roots of its inception, to the realm of marvel and metaphor and music. There’s not a poem in Any Closer to Home that does not dazzle you with the sheer, glorious richness of the word, the line, the image. And there’s a poem here about Tamir Rice that will bring you to your knees.

–George Bilgere

Katie Daley serenades, croons, and keens with a grief-cracked voice and tender lilt, making music with what’s at hand: moonstones and Milk Bones, broken mirrors, worn-out dress shoes, and “tea kettles that moan like trains.” She drinks deep from her life, transforming grief into gift, turning trouble into song. Between earthworms and stars, her expansive and generous poems will break your heart open to the world.

–David Hassler, co-editor of Dear Vaccine: Global Voices Speak to the Pandemic and director of the Wick Poetry Center

Please share/please repost #flpauthor #preorder #AwesomeCoverArt #poetry #chapbook #read #poems

[soupsoupsou]

Things my roommate has done since we’ve been here(less than 2 days)

Broke into an abandoned airplane hanger and been busted by a csi agent

Discovered and fell in love with Benoit Blanc

Ordered a venti cup full of espresso with a shot of mint

stayed up until 2 am talking about being trans in America and moving to denmark and not wanting to leave our partners behind

watched a short film about a sheep named Franck trying to khs

dressed like a 12 year old going to a wedding only because mcr was the reception band

told me i was dressed like i was trying to pick up a new man at my stepdaughter’s wedding

[businessmendrinkmyblood]

this is where you do laundry forever 

[corvidiss]

God, the feelings I am having about a sad sheep turning into a caterpillar in a washing machine

[k-star-holic]

Kyeon Mi-ri: Lee Seung-gi, Lee Da-in

Source: k-star-holic.blogspot.com

[leighlim]

Congratulations Netflix! You chose well on this one! :D Why not chip in so ‘Second Cycle’ can start production?

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(Hopefully by this point you’ve finished all 12 minutes of ‘Cosmos Laundromat: First Cycle’, the kind of person who isn’t bothered by spoilers, or are just deciding if you still want to keep watching.)

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One thing that struck me? The title. I keep referring to the film as ‘Cosmic Laundromat’

Are you excited about ‘Second Cycle’ too? Here’s the link you can pass on to make it happen quicker:

PS: What kind of animal is Eeyore? Because aside from him....I couldn’t think of instances when a sheep is melancholy.

PPS: And yes! It is like ‘

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HIGHLIGHT:

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My verdict of the film: 7/10

Link to the timestamp commentary: None (Maybe if there are requests...)

A Formal Review: None (unless requested)

More of my comments about the film: No plans (unless requested)

[cgshorts]

Cosmos Laundromat - First Cycle from the Blender Institute

On a desolate island, suicidal sheep Franck meets his fate in a quirky salesman, who offers him the gift of a lifetime. Little does he know that he can only handle so much lifetime.

[techvandaag]

Blender 3.5.1

Versie 3.5.1 van het crossplatform- en opensourceprogramma Blender is uitgekomen. Deze applicatie is bedoeld voor 3d-modelling, animatie, rendering, postproduction, interactive creation en playback. Meer informatie over de uitgebreide mogelijkheden van Blender kan op deze pagina worden gevonden. Met dit programma zijn onder meer de korte opensourceanimatiefilms Elephants Dream, Big Buck Bunny, Sintel, Tears of Steel, Cosmos Laundromat en Sprite Fright gemaakt. Versie 3.5 is weer een release met heel veel veranderingen, te veel om hier op te noemen. Versie 3.5.1 is verder een bugfixrelease en hierin zijn de volgende problemen verholpen: Blender 3.5.1 features the following bug fixes: http://dlvr.it/Sn3mzG

[jesterprivileges]

so. i rewatched everything everywhere all at once a few nights ago. and upon my rewatch i was struck by the scene where evelyn embraces nihilism across the multiverse—signing the divorce papers, revealing racaccoonie, turning away deirdre, breaking the window in the laundromat, though im not sure it was in that order—and how it shows that choosing to believe that nothing truly matters actively ruins your life and the lives around you. like, okay, whatever, nothing has any meaning and in the grand scheme of the universe, the consequences of your actions are never going to ripple out and affect the cosmos in a way that truly matters. but your choices don't have to have that kind of massive effect for them to matter at all. does the universe care that evelyn did all those things? not particularly. but look at waymond's face when she signs those papers. the way chad cried when she separated him from racaccoonie. deirde's reaction to the rejection of such a sincere display of affection. that's what matters. it's only when evelyn decides to go back and show that she cares about other people, by helping them or just being kind to them, that anyone's lives can be improved.