#Pae White

[gregdotorg]

just a couple of things i'm seeing and hearing:

1970s Michael Heizer waving his sandblasting gun around to make Sandblasted Etched Glass Window: 2003 Pae White pouring solvent on sheets of Plexiglas to make Ghost and Host, among others; and 1970s Warhol and friends pissing on the canvas on the floor to make his oxidation paintings

[witchthewriter]

Poly141! | Mission Pixie Dust

Okay so... I was making up scenarios in my head as I was falling asleep last night and I made myself cry ... so I obviously had to share...

Poly141; the four men are your husbands and all deployed at the same time, leaving you home with your three kids at the beginning of the school holidays.

This turned out longer than I thought it would but I just had to write it out. I love Poly141 AND them being dads :')

Da = Johnny

Papa = John P.

Dad= Simon

Daddy = Kyle

School holidays had just started, and your three pups were buzzing as soon as they came home. Bags were thrown on the floor, school shoes unlaced and scattered around the shoe stand. They knew the rules, but first day of school holidays meant they were allowed to get a little wild.

Your oldest, Paesha, had just turned eight and her father was obvious. Thick curls, dark skin and warm brown eyes made it plain to see. But all your husbands loved her the same. In fact, she had a special bond with her Da (Johnny).

Malachai, your second, could have been any of the three other men's. Light brown hair, fair complection, and utterly/overly protective of his sisters. He had been born a year after Pae.

And your youngest, Felicity (known as Flick), had started her first year in big school. She was known for having exceptional blue eyes.

None of your husbands wanted a DNA test, they thought it useless because everyone treats the children with the same love, compassion and warmth.

Throwing your keys on the counter (Paesha picked them up and placed them on the hook). You rubbed the bridge of your nose and tried to quell the longing in your soul. You didn't know if it was worse when the kids were gone or with you. Being completely alone let the terrible thoughts attack but you didn't want your kids to miss out on having their fathers'.

Calming the oncoming tears, you turned around and asked, "who wants pizza for dinner?"

"YES!" Yelled Mal, a fist punched in the air. Paesha nodded her head enthusiastically while Flick did a little happy dance.

Paesha halted and squinted at you, "Not homemade right?"

After dinner arrived, the four of you sat on the large dark green couch. Your two ex-military dogs, Moth and Teddy, sat on either end of the lounge.

Turning onto the streaming service, you found the exact movie you were looking for. The 2003 version of Peter Pan.

With the lights off (except for the kitchen, the kids were still scared of too much darkness), you watched as one of your cats jumped into Pae's lap. Barnaby started purring instantly. His fluffy white tail settled around his body.

The seven of you settled in. Your four human babies snuggled up to their mama, smiles already on their faces.

When the movie had finished, your kids still wouldn't go to bed.

"Oh wait, I know why it isn't working - we don't have the pixie dust!" Flick pulled on your sleeve with a huge gap-toothed smile.

You had been watching as they jumped around the room. Lights flicked on, bodies flinging from one couch to another.

"I know! But ... we don't have any in the house..." You grumbled.

Paesha was staring dreamily at Peter Pan, a cheek resting against her face. "Where do we get some?" Her head turned slightly to look at you, her eyes nearly heart-shaped.

"Ugh-" god trying to keep childlike wonder alive was bloody difficult. Like a sign from the Universe, your phone started to ring.

All three kids ran over to it, knowing exactly who was calling at this time of night. Swiping the screen, four familiar faces popped up.

"Da! Papa! Dad! Daddy!" Smiling through the screen, the men had been just as eager to see their kids as their kids were to see them.

"Hello little munchkins, ya been good for mum?" Simon greeted first. His mask was off and no black could be found around his eyes. He never showed that side to the children.

"We're going to fly!" Flick chirped, her arms outstretched and running around.

"You're - what?" Price said with a slightly panicked face.

"But we need pixie dust," Malachai explained. Shaking his head like this was obvious information.

"I introduced them to the ... live action Peter Pan," you explained and a smile of regret grew on your tired face.

"Oh honey," Kyle replied, understanding the situation. He was the first of the men to.

"But we don't have any and we have to go buy more!" Pae said while leaning against you.

"Eh, pixie dust ...?" you heard Johnny mumble in the background.

"Oh! I have an idea!" You said with a faked expression, "why don't the Dada's get us the pixie dust!"

The chorus of cheers was heard throughout the house. Alerting the the tired Moth and Teddy.

Kyle shook his head. And Price's nose flared. Mum: 1 - Dads: 0.

"We'll bring back the goddamns finest," Simon said. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

"See! You heard Dad! Now get your butts' upstairs and in bed."

"Yes ma'am!" They said in unison (a nickname they'd heard their father's use one too many times.)

Once the kids were upstairs, your face dropped.

"I miss you guys," you whispered into the phone. The tears welling and spilling down your cheeks.

"We miss you too," John said, his words strangled with his feelings.

It was always hard to hang up.

It hurt.

But tonight's farewell felt like the hardest. You could just imagine how the scenario would've played out if their father's were there with them. With you.

'Can't always get what we want,' you thought bitterly.

"Not long now," Kyle said. You stared at his eyes and then his lips. God how much you wanted to kiss him.

"You better make sure you bring back some fucking pixie dust or there'll be a riot."

"Aye, Laswell definitely knows someone-" Johnny replied, giving you a wink. "Miss you gorgeous." He always tried to uplift the mood. And it nearly always worked.

You fought out of your misery, knowing the four soldiers couldn't bear to see you upset. And as they said their goodbyes, you said so in return.

"We love you, our precious wife. We'll all be together soon."

[melodramaticatheart]

Falling to Pieces - Paedyn Gray x Kai Azer

Kai and Pae have made there way back to Ilyia, Kai now being a visitor for the night at Paedyn's fort.

Pairing: Kai Azer and Paedyn Gray Word Count: 1.2k Book: Powerless Author's Note: first time writing my babies ahhh ! this was a request by @nuncscioquidsitamor-14, which has been in my inbox for a couple weeks but now that i'm rereading powerless i felt inspired to finish it! also this was originally fluff but i'm not sure how it ended up being so angsty Taglist: @reminiscentreader, @flowers-for-em, @nqds, @art-of-fools, @lxvebelle

My breath was coming up short, pain shooting up my legs from holding my weight in the chimney now I had six sticky buns hidden in my pockets, honey oozing through the fabric. I plant my feet on the ground with a soft thud. Running down dark alleys until I find the familiar white house, well what was left of it. “Y’know I could arrest you for that.” “You could try, but we both know I'd escape” I cock my head to the side looking at Kai leaning against a street light, “So you going to hand me one or am I gonna have to steal it from you? Gray Style.” He asks, pushing himself off the pole, a shadow you’d miss if you weren’t looking. The night's darkness seemed to engulf him, only making parts of his smirk visible to me. “Here you go” I say plopping the sticky mess into his hand “But I must warn you they might not live up to Gale’s” “I don’t doubt it.” I smack his arm lightly making my way down the empty street, the stars glisten on the big canvas we call the sky helping light the slums “So…” Kai stumbled alongside me dumping a chunk of bun into his mouth “Where are we staying tonight?” “We?” I look at him skeptically, “Let me remind you down this road there’s a gold pristine palace waiting for you, with a nice big bed, and a table full of food.” I move my hand around and soften my voice to add awe to my words. He can probably hear the bitterness behind my words but doesn’t acknowledge them. “It’s funny you think I'd leave you alone, after losing you for a month.” He crossed his arm, walking backwards looking at me with a crooked grin, a dimple appearing on his right. I roll my eyes, giving in. “Come on, I'll take you to the fort.” “”The fort” sounds exciting.” He cocks his head, giving me a tight smile and turning his front back to the street.

With tight lips I make my way down the familiar alley, my stomach lurching. I hadn’t had time to return after… my thoughts caught off not allowing myself to think of the blood, the crooked fingers, the moans of pain. I stumble towards a wall staring at the small corner of the alley filled with rugged blankets and old discarded fabrics, I begin to mindlessly spin my father’s finger on my thumb. “This is home” I whisper, my lips trembling at the sight. Now that I’m closer I can make out the last bits of fabric I’d stolen for Adena before leaving for the trial. Anger bubbled up inside me, everything about this stupid kingdom has made innocent people suffer, and I was going to get them back. My hands instinctively turned to fists, the anger pooling in my gut. Kai grunted, bringing my attention to the boy who was now rubbing his neck, absentmindedly nodding his head as he slumped against the wall on the other side of the alley staring at the barricades of the place I'd grown to call home.

I went and sat next to him, not having enough courage to sit in the fort. Slowly I pulled out the sticky buns I’d stolen an hour ago, “these were her favorite'' I whisper, a look of understanding crossing his face, he quietly took the bun and threw a piece into his mouth chewing it for a few seconds as i started to nibble mine still not used to food in my stomach after so much time in the scorches. “These may not be Gale’s but they definitely come in a close second” I chuckle silently but It’s just to fill the silence. I throw my head back resting it against the wall, sighing the anger melts taking over me like a honey does a sticky bun. “I can’t do this” I breathe out, getting on my feet unsteadily. I start walking down the narrow lane ignoring the sound of Kai getting on his feet behind me “Hey, where are you going?” I hear him ask as he reaches me softly, turning me around so I can face him. “You okay, Gray?” His eyes turn 10 shades of sincere as he studies my face for an answer. I try to get out of his grip calling him enforcer just to anger him but he just stays silent not reacting to the title. “Just leave me alone Azer” I say finally getting out of his grip, almost making it out of the aisle before he calls out from behind me “Did I do something?” He asks, confused on why I'm acting this way. He doesn’t get it. He’s seen where I’ve spent the last five years sleeping and not even a little bit of sympathy from him. Even his brother could manage some when he saw the slums. No, what am I saying? I don't want his sympathy. What I want is to get him back. 

I scoff, loud enough he can hear me,  turning around stalking towards him. I point my finger at his chest, not being able to contain my anger any longer. “Are you seriously going to ask me here of all places if you did something?! Look Where we are your royal highness, we’re in the place I called home, a collection of blankets and fabric i’ve had to sleep in for five god damn years.” My tongue tastes bitter as I use his royal title. I resent him at this moment. “Do you know how hard it was? Huh?! Do you know, Kai? Having to sleep on the floor, only getting to eat on lucky days, getting whipped by your stupid guards just cause they felt they needed to teach a lesson towards a starving child!” I throw my hands to my hair letting my fingers dig into my scalp. I take a breath letting it fill my lungs “The only person I had, the girl I called my sister, the person I could trust with anything, I didn’t need to lie my way for her to call me a friend.” A sob broke through me, grief filling my insides. “She was all I had and your stupid kingdom, your stupid family took her away” I look at him dead in the eye as I finish “and you, you started all of it, you killed my father the only place of comfort I ever knew and you killed him right in front of me” I slowly crumble to my knees years of pent up grief releasing. The sobs come out heavy and sloppy as my heart starts to seize, I must look pathetic. The thought crosses my head causing a small laugh to leave the body of my lips. I suddenly feel fingers treading through my hair, his left arm wrapping around my waist. “I hate you!” I scream out, pounding my fists in his chest, he only pulls me closer “Hate me Pae. Hate me all you want.” He whispers into my hair, his hold loosening on me as my hits get softer, “It should’ve been me” I sob into his chest, my energy giving out, pain the size of my heart searing across my chest, my sobs growing quieter as the night gets colder.

[gorillawithautism]

erm pinned post? i guess?

im nafti or pae (use both names and don't capitalize them pls)

21, white, usamerican, jewish

i use any pronouns except she/they. that includes he/him or it/its or any neopronouns. please don't just use he/him (guidelines for non-english languages)

my tags: part 1 (fandoms/interests/hobbies + current/organizational), part 2 (system specific, includes headmate pronouns)

some things i would like my mutuals to tag (like,, some tags i have muted or whatever)

i would like to keep my dni list short so don't cause problems for me please and thank you. just,, have basic morals and treat people with respect and we should be good

hhhh what else

i'm big autism. i really like nonhuman primates. gorillas are my favorite but i like them all. i'm so autistic about them please talk to me about them. don't show me pet primates tho. because that's bad (see infographic at the bottom)

i'm also plural. praesigenic (which essentially means i'm not disclosing the origin of my plurality because it's not your business).

another note: i do not write image descriptions for reasons related to my own disability. however if someone happens to write one on my post i will edit the original post to include that description

here's xhabu

credit for the stamp at the top

[formlab]

Pae White

[midnightplumblossoms]

i may be a tang gunak dick rider first but im also a baek cheon pussy drinker (second) !!! anyways imagine baek cheon is the type to get super horny once in a blue moon and is willing to get off with anyone.... mob character/reader? chung myung? tang pae??? jang ilso???? one of the other disciples?? you?? me???? it doesn't matter to our lovely sasuk.... sasuk wouldn't mind being a glory hole but, seeing the faces of the person eating his pussy out, bumping clits or shoving their cocks in gets him going even more!!!

cheers to my fellow baek cheon pussy drinker 🥂 you have great taste ☝️

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🔞 multi/baek cheon, bottom!baek cheon, baek cheon has a 🌺

The sound of skin slapping against skin and the quiet punched out noises break the stillness of the night.

Tang Pae trembles as he presses in as deep as he could in the warm and inviting hole of their Mount Hua visitor. He chokes out a groan when the sudden tight squeeze forces out another wave of cum out of him.

"Haaah," Baek Cheon moans, satisfied. For now.

Tang Pae doesn't think he'll ever forget the loud squelch when he finally pulls out of the other man and the sight of pearly white dribble contrasting against a pretty pink slit.

He hurriedly rushes out of the room, studiously ignoring the way he passes by his father and the subsequent locking sound that echoes in the Tang Estate's empty hallway.

/

Being eaten out by someone with a beard was an experience.

Baek Cheon didn't know whether to grab or push away Tang Gunak's face from his cunt. The hairs on the older man's face scratched against Baek Cheon's sensitive clit and walls.

"Mmhh," Baek Cheon whimpers into the bed sheets. He gripped onto them as if he were holding on for life at the continuous wet assault on his pussy.

Tang Gunak's tongue was unexpectedly long, hitting all of the best spots inside Baek Cheon's pussy and driving him dizzy with desire.

"Just give me your cock already!" Baek Cheon all, but begs as yet another orgasm is pulled out of him skillfully by the Tang Family Head.

Tang Gunak hums directly into his slit, sending vibrations up Baek Cheon's spine. "Not yet."

Baek Cheon screams as the man pricks him once again with another dose of that terrible, terrible (so, so good) aphrodisiac.

/

"What would people say if they knew that this was what the righteous head disciple of Mount Hua does in his spare time?" Chung Myung goads, pressing his slick pussy against Baek Cheon's own.

Baek Cheon retaliates by pinching Chung Myung's clit, causing the other man to throw his head back at the spike of pleasure.

They've both been at this for hours, taking turns licking, biting, and slurping each other's cunts before, ultimately, settling with sliding their puffy pussies back and forth against each other.

Baek Cheon lets out a soft whimper when Chung Myung reaches over to pinch his bite-marked nipples. "So pretty, sasuk."

Baek Cheon uses what strength he had to throw Chung Myung's leg over his shoulder and grind their pussies even harder. "You'd look prettier with my juices all over your face."

The way Chung Myung's eyes dilated at the image was all Baek Cheon needed as agreement.

/

This was probably one of Baek Cheon's more questionable (read: bad, very bad) decisions. He really shouldn't have goaded Jang Ilso into fucking him.

Who knew that this evil bastard had a cock as large as his ego?

"Wait, stop!" Baek Cheon thrashes in his grip, his pussy clenching hard on the other man's veiny cock. "I just came. Let me--No! Hnngh!"

Jang Ilso chuckles as he digs his sharp nails into Baek Cheon's side. Sweat dripped down the elegant column of his neck as he chuckled, pulling his cock out (finally!) of the shuddering Baek Cheon.

Baek Cheon props himself on all fours, his limbs trembling, to get off of the dirty and damp bed they shared, but Jang Ilso hovers his entire body above his back. The man reaches under Baek Cheon and covers his bullied pussy with his slender hand, giving it a teasing squeeze.

He whispers into Baek Cheon's ears, "You didn't think we were done just yet, did you?"

[six-costume-refs]

Costume Breakdown: South Korean Production

Finally got around to doing a write-up on the South Korean costumes! So without further ado, a few general notes:

The costumes were seemingly all made by UK-based teams and makers. More detail below on each.

As a result, there’s not really any major design changes from the more recent UK costumes. Unless otherwise noted, you can assume that most details are pretty standard.

As always, the boots were custom La Duca. They were most likely embellished by Crystalled by Jane, who had done all the UK boots from very early on, but I couldn’t confirm that. Cleves has the usual thigh highs, but everyone else has a single strap (the double thickness) which the UK has slowly been standardizing to.

The actors, with a few exceptions, seem to be wearing their own hair rather than wigs.

The actors have the Roman numeral earrings.

The actors have the same glitter IEMs style as the UK cast.

As usual, the actors have makeup looks that line up with the popular styles in their country. In line with K-beauty trends, these queens generally have more subdued makeup looks than what we've usually seen in the US/UK and sometimes Aus.

Aragon: 이아름솔 (Lee Arum-soul) and 손승연 (Son Seung-yeon/Sonnet) I can’t confirm who made these costumes. They were possibly made by WhiteStar Costume, who made the most recent West End cast change Aragon costumes. It also might have been made by Rainbow Mascots, who made Jarneia Richard Noel’s costume for Hampton Court. Just like all other recent UK costumes, there’s black threaded through the chains of the necklace. Lee Arum-soul has her straight bob with peak-a-boo black/blonde coloring. Son Seung-yeon has her curled blonde hair. For both the front sections are just pulled loosely back; this isn't out of the norm historically, but it does differ from the French braids that are slowly being standardized in the US/UK/sometimes NCL.

Boleyn: 김지우 (Kim Ji Woo/Jennifer) and 배수정 (Pae Su-jeong/Shannon) Most recent Boleyn costumes have been made by White Star Costumes, but I’m not positive that these are. This costume uses the darker monotone green vinyl. It was introduced for Broadway with reopening, but has only been making its' way over to the UK in recent months. The skirts are also proportionally wider and longer than most recent skirts. Kim Ji-Woo has her bangs styled to the side and front. They both have green clip-in hair extensions.

Seymour: 박혜나 (Park Hye-na) and 박가람 (Park Ga-ram) These costumes were most likely made by Kirsti Reid. Just like all other recent UK costumes, there’s black threaded through the chains of the necklace.

Park Hye-na has a little bit stronger of a side part to accommodate her widow's peak, while Park Ga-ram has a stronger center part (although usually still styled slightly to the side). The softly styled front is in line with typical US wigs, but differs from most UK which usually is pulled fairly straight back.

Cleves: 김지선 (Kim Ji sun) and 최현선 (Choi Hyun-sun) The costumes seem to have been made by Paul Aspinall. He has been the primary UK Cleves costume maker in recent years.

Both queens have a front bump with small buns, in the same style as what Rachel Rawlinson wears on the West End. They also have a temporary red hairspray used on the front and separate red bright red extensions added to the back of their hairstyle, although it seems like there's been some variation and change in those specifics even throughout the run.

Howard: 김려원 (Kim Ryeo-won) and 솔지 (Solji) The costumes may have been made by Rainbow Mascots, who made Aimie Atkinson’s costume for Hampton Court, but I can’t confirm that. Note that Solji has flat boots due to an injury. Just like most other productions, Kim Ryeo-won and Solji have a ponytail hairpiece attached over their own hair. At the time of their debut, every other current Howard’s hair was pulled directly back into that ponytail piece. Instead of that, both have a side part with hair pulled to either side and a few small wispy bangs. (Note: Lou Henry has since debuted with a side swept front style as well)

Parr: 유주혜 (Yoo Ju-hye) and ​​홍지희 (Hong Ji-hee) The costumes were made by Ashleigh Cherry Costumes, who has been the primary UK Parr costume maker in recent years.

Both actors have the same front bump, braid, and back ponytail that we’ve been seeing become standardized for non-Black Parr actors. The ponytail sits lower here than for most other variations of the hairstyle.

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Aragon: seo_rin1212, arumsoooooul, _shannon1025_, peachpitch99, sonnet_son, _shannon1025_

Boleyn: posted by jennifer_luanari but unsure of origin, posted by jennifer_luanari but unsure of origin, jennifer_luanari, sophia_n_h, _shannon1025_, _shannon1025_

Seymour: jjang_beautiful, soul.g_heo, jennifer_luanari, hbiiii._.iin, jennifer_luanari, _shannon1025_

Cleves: seo_rin1212, jennifer_luanari, badeya_lexie, mins________d, janet_hs, janet_hs

Howard: day_star_._, ryeovely_k, ryeovely_k, soul.g_heo, 890110kr, cjes.music

Parr: sunrise_0125, yoozuyoozu, yoozuyoozu, jjang_beautiful, acefactory.official, memories_of_jh

[tangentburd]

~ Oh So Fly! ~

From the rockin’ street doves to the coo-l Capuchines We’ll pick and peck apart every piece of bird-based bling Warmers, collars, capes… Gramma’s cornbread cowls? You might as well go back home with your head in a towel!

~ A nonsensical poem I wrote on pigeons and their Fabulous! Bread! Necklaces! for the recent "Toasty Mart" bread x animals zine hosted by @bycmykae. Thanks for the pun fun-filled experience!

Shoutout to @katsuayumu too for making all the super cute and delicious pigeon character art for this piece :D

🕊 [ Read the full poem on AO3 or under the cut! ]

🍞 [ Read the free zine via itch.io! ]

Greetings! Salutations! Birds of a feather! Welcome to the Bread Derby, sisters and brothers! The name’s Pasquale and I’m your host for today— Colomba of keen eye for fashions of the day ~✦

It’s party pigeon time down here in the square Where every-birdy’s decked in their fanciest neckwear Where the have-its flaunt it! And the have-nots want it! Where upper crusts and lower crumbs clash in showers of grit!

From the rockin’ street doves to the coo-l Capuchines We’ll pick and peck apart every piece of bird-based bling Warmers, collars, capes... Gramma’s cornbread cowls? You might as well go back home with your head in a towel!

We’ll see who’s the boss in their oven-baked best! And who’s burnt toast that’s only good for lining nests! Beaks up and b-ready, we’re starting the show Coo! Here’s our first lady—let’s fluffin’ go!

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Behold! This uppity—I mean, blue-crowned royalty: The Duchess of Dovershire, come to visit from her county With her pearl-tipped crest as though dipped in icing And draped with a most exquisite braided bread ring Such graze! Delicacy! (Maybe a hint of power?) The air and flair of fresh-milled flour—

“How do you do? Your reds and greens are lovely!” Hold up, did... she just say something to me? Why yes ma’am, thank you! I adore them too! It’s just avocado bruschetta, nothing too frou-frou~ She chortles, nods; then away she struts: A portly, pleasant presence in her posh, plaited doughnut.

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Kerfuffle from the crowds! Cue the world’s favourite Frillback: Pop idol Pae-Dae, in a cushy cape of flatbread Luscious curls of feathers bronze all across his wings A dishy dove indeed: he’s every fledgling’s prince! His shuffling feet pause, his misty eyes find mine I wonder what words might leave a beak so sublime...?

“Wish I could sleep, Mister Host, but I’ll do my best Ask me about the dramas I’ve been filming without rest Or how everyone thinks my wings are hazelnut flakes...” Sigh, a celeb’s life! You can’t ever get a break I’ll interview you next week! Now go and catch some Z’s Your tortilla blanket should be cosy—but don’t let your fans see!

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An emerald dove patters by, sleeves shimmering green Donning the airiest, fairiest sourdough I’ve seen: Scored like a flower, flour dusted like a lace veil Aw, she’s proud of it! Look at her bobbing tail~ “My name’s Paige Pidgerton, I baked it just today I hope to open my artisan beak-ery someday!”

You’re a natural, miss, this here’s a work of art! But really, is that all you dream of deep inside your heart? She flusters, she flushes, her white headband askew The rosy eyes of a heroine’s fairytale come true! “Maybe... if I can’t bake for everyone in town Then at least for some-birdy I’m happy to be around.♥”

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You hear them before you see them: Two lean, rugged doves Squabbling, squawking, crash-landing (on the) square from above “I told you to hurry, old man, now we’re late for the parade!” ‘Why don’t you stop by a corner shop again, you ingrate!’ Good day, gentlemen! I might have seen you somewhere, sir Aren’t you G.I. Low, that decorated war officer?

‘Some eye you’ve got, chap! Sharp as this one I’ve got left Better than my grandkid here who thinks he’s bloody EMS.’ “If this thumbdrive don’t reach later, I’ll be toast-er than my toast! Name’s Payload Swift, mister, I’m a racer turned pigeon post.”

(Aha! Do I sense a glorious generation gap? A question trap to set their wings and tempers aflap!) Living life in the fast lane? Your intake must be insane! Care to share with us your go-to holy grains?

“This grilled tuna sandwich melt from Leaven-Eleven’s Is the best thing since sliced bread—a taste made in heaven!” ‘It IS sliced bread, for heavens’ sake! See the junk this boy is eating? Not like this chipped beef on toast from back when I was serving It’s provisions! Nourishment! Blessings for the whole flock!’ “Yeah sure, if only you can eat it without a fork...”

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A zig-zagging, a tango-ing, a high bird-song and dance A kererū, post-dine-and-wine, down on the bench in a trance That passé office plumage versus bland-as-heck handbag— Lady, your tastebuds are wrecked! And that fruit loaf’s a big red flag!

She waves her bottle—budget Pigeot Noir!—before my eyes “I’ve seen your shows on CooTube, you’re that real fly guy! That Nicobar fella who’s gone way up the pecking order...” Lady, your tastebuds are just fine! Ignore what I said earlier—

“Can you tell me how you’ve been eating every-birdy’s lunch? You’re now rolling in dough, but I’m just rolling off the branch... How can a common quill-pusher like me, Karolie Flee Fly to the top, eat all I want, and still be this carefree?”

Oh Miss Flee, let’s first put my inspiring haute coo-ture aside No matter what you’re doing, you should do it with pride! Push all the quills (and your bosses’ too) until you’re seen and heard But remember: there’s more to you than just this corporate bird!

Sure, your whites, greens and purples may not be the hottest stuff But if you’re a better you than yesterday then that’s good enough~★ That said, please just toss that brick of cursed candied fruit Get a loaf that tastes more chic! With marmalade to boot!

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So there we go, folks—our roundup of this Derby: A true-blue cross-section of our bling-based society I’ve seen a future star baker, courier, wine connoisseur Stay inspiring, inspired and well rested, you youngsters!

Boast your bread-lace loud and proud, bake it till you make it The true slice-of-life is how you wear it and what you make of it! And to every-birdy else who’s stayed with us throughout— Beak thanks to you all! This is Col. Pasquale, signing out~♫

~ end ~

[distinktionsfetzen]

Check out Pae White, house pet (2023), From Galería Elvira González

[eahostudiogallery]

Space defined

Gordon Matta-Clark - Bingo, 1974

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David Annesley - T01346. Narrow Blue Circle

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Ai WeiWei - The Human Comedy

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Isamu Noguchi - Moerenuma Park

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Mehmet Ali Uysal

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Michael Alfano

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Joris Kuipers - Gardens

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Martin Eder

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Pae White - Monrovia

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Lee Ufan

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Julian Navarro - Guerra de la Paz

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Richard Serra - Stacks

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Kiss Andrea

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Moritz Berg - Untitled, Beton auf Leinen

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Wang Shui - Pearl

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David Stenbeck attribution

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[k00299693]

The shapes I’ve got reminded me of other artists' work and Sarah also gave me an example of Marcel Duchamp's work. I decided to do a little research to find out more about other artists. It turned out that different artists often use threads, wires or strings and distorted shapes like this in their works.

Marcel Duchamp's, 16 Miles of String (1942)

Eva Hesse, “Right After,” 1969 Right After caught everyone’s attention because it was completely handmade and used materials from everyday life, which was very different from Minimalism.

Pae White: Too much night, again, 2013 Inspired by a period of insomnia and consequent reflection on the transience of our existence, the letters and words emerge and dissolve depending on both our physical relationship to them and the relative weight of the overall aesthetic experience. The most interesting thing is that they all have completely different ideas and goals.

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Rise in the Number of Black Children and Adolescents Adopted in Brazil

In Brazil, One Black Minor Finds a Family for Every Four White Adopted

On her 35th birthday, psychologist Marília Alves Facco, 43, was invited by employees of the Infancy and Youth Court at the Lapa Forum in São Paulo to meet the twin siblings Laura and Lucas, then almost two years old and in line for adoption. She and her husband, Emerson Paes Barros, 50, have been together for 24 years and had planned for adoption from the beginning of their relationship.

The couple completed the qualification process, never making any distinction based on skin color. When registering as prospective adopters, both men and women can filter by age and ethnicity. Laura and Lucas, both nine years old, are black. In Brazil, one black minor finds a family for every four white adopted.

The percentage of adopted black children and adolescents has been rising since 2019 when counting began by the National Council of Justice. In the first year of the series, out of 759 minors placed for adoption, 6% (44) were black, while browns and whites represented 31% (239) and 28% (212), respectively. This year, from January to November 13, 698 minors were adopted, with 13.2% (92) being black.

Source.

[blogadrianaleite-blog]

DEUSES DO BRASIL

Gods of Brazil

Por que Yemanjá é branca na umbanda?

Why is Yemanja white in Umbanda?

Sempre quis saber a origem do quadro que dominou várias casas até os anos 90. mesmo quem não era da religião. Apenas descobri a vidente. O artista, desconhecido para sempre.A estátua de Iemanjá representada por uma mulher branca, vestida de azul, com cabelos negros e longos, que aparece acima do mar, é uma imagem que foi descrita por uma clarividente senhora Dala Paes Leme – história contada por Pai Ronaldo Linares.

Disse ele que na década de 50 essa senhora Umbandista viu Iemanjá sobre as águas do mar no Rio de Janeiro e a descreveu para um artista desconhecido que fez o primeiro quadro de Iemanjá e a partir desse quadro então foi idealizada a imagem de gesso

I always wanted to know the origin of the painting that dominated several houses until the 90's, even those who were not religious. I just discovered the seer. The artist, forever unknown. The statue of Iemanjá represented by a white woman, dressed in blue, with long black hair, which appears above the sea, is an image that was described by a clairvoyant lady Dala Paes Leme – story told by priest Ronaldo Linares.

He said that in the 50's this Umbandist lady saw Iemanjá over the sea waters in Rio de Janeiro and described her to an unknown artist who made the first painting of Iemanjá and from that painting the plaster image was idealized.

Mais informações:

"Curiosidade sobre a imagem de Iemanjá" https://www.blogdaannapon-umbandaeespiritualidade.com/2021/02/curiosidade-sobre-imagem-de-iemanja.html?m=1

[flowerspear]

Chapter 1 (From "I Waited 200 Years, and For What? (Was it worth it in the end?)" on AO3)

“Over here, you can help me, can’t you? You can kill it?” The pale elf stood, ears peeking out of a silver mess of perfectly coiffed curls. “Please…” His voice was pleading. Fake begging.

Pae sighed. Fine. She could help. Even if he was full of shit. Moving forward carefully, she motioned for her companion to stay hidden around the corner she was emerging from when she was first seen. She approached the man, moving past him and toward the brush.

Pae almost knew it before she saw it. The flash of a knife. “Put that fucking knife down.” She spun around, finding the man holding a dagger out, ready to stab her clean through the ribs. 

“Oh, but I was just…” Pae glared, her eyes like cut glass. “...putting this away!” Astarion finished the thought. 

Once the dagger was hidden, the woman moved forward. “There, now isn’t that better?” She still stared up at the man and tilted her head, a wry smile now dancing on her lips.

“And to think, I was ready to cover the ground with your innards!” The white haired man laughed casually. Pae just sighed softly. “Really? You don’t like jokes?” She leveled her twinkling eyes directly at him again.

“You. I know you. You live in Baldur’s Gate,” she said, trying to distract the man who’d seemed so keen to see her on the ground under his dagger. “You hung out in the lower city, at all of the pubs. I’d know you anywhere. You never left alone. Ever.”

Astarion was taken aback. No one, and he meant no one , watched him without him knowing and allowing them to do so. But her. She seemed to have been able to notice him, see him, taking them home. This could be bad. Very, very bad. He’d been going to the lower city pubs for decades, centuries. And never once had he failed to notice someone watching him. A lazy grin crossed the woman’s face.

“Ohhh, I struck a nerve, I think. Well, mystery man who never leaves alone, are you planning to leave me here alone?” She wrinkled her nose a little, scrunching up her face and the corners of her mouth in a teasing half smile. “Either way, I think it might be better if we stick together. I’ve got another, back over there –“ she pointed to just around the corner of the rockface, her companion now peeking her head around it, trying to assess the silence. “– and we’re happy to take in more of…..” she didn’t know how to say it.

Tadpoles. They had them. Her, her companion, and this striking man had to have one too. But did he know?

“I saw you on that ship. You have one too, don’t you? Please tell me you have one.” Astarion’s voice was tinged with fear, and it seemed like something wasn’t quite right. Still, Pae found herself nodding her head, almost as if to give this dangerous man an inch of comfort. 

Suddenly, he saw her. No, not her, but through her eyes. She was a small thing, destitute and on the streets, living in the corners of pubs, watching patrons. He saw himself through her eyes, felt her longing, her wish to be taken somewhere, anywhere. Her desire to be cared for. Likewise, Pae saw through Astarion’s eyes. She watched as he seduced a young man, one who had never been kissed. Their lips crashed together, and she felt the heat from the other man’s lips on her own, so warm, so welcoming. She felt herself tugging on the trusting man’s hand, pulling him through the doorway into a lavish mansion. And then it was gone. The tadpoles had disconnected, leaving them both disoriented. 

Careful not to let him take a mile, she decided to inch closer, staring at his face. His eyes were a deep reddish-brown, so deep they almost flashed red, like the beautiful cherry wood inlay composing the desk in her boss’ office. The desk was regal, much like the man before her who, even covered in the dirt of the road and the dust of the ground, somehow stood tall in the shadows but cowered in the sun.

“Fine,” Astarion spat out. “I’ll come to your camp, but don’t think I’m doing it as a favor to you. I won’t hesitate to use you as a shield should the opportunity present itself.” He looked pleased with his threat, hoping it would turn the conversation to his favor. “I’m Astarion. Lead the way.”

She shook her head and sighed. “Pae. And I would expect no less. You remind me of my boss.” With that, she rolled her eyes and turned on her heel, facing fully away from him. Normally this would be a mistake, leaving her back open, with her hair bouncing around her cheeks and neck; one bite to the throat would allow for the quickest kill, but he couldn’t think of that. Not now. Not yet. Survival first, other problems second. Pae glanced over her shoulder, muttering to herself, “I should do better. I should know better. This better not get me killed…as if I’m not already dead.” 

Astarion leapt after Pae, sprightly and soft, not making a single sound as he brushed past her, causing her to jump at the sudden movement. Her hair stood on end as he passed, and it almost felt like there was a predator among them, though there were no gnolls or monsters on the little sun splashed path she and the other woman had been stumbling down together. Read On ->

(Excerpt From "I Waited 200 Years, and For What? (Was it worth it in the end?)" on AO3)

[k00253353]

PAE WHITE; POWERPOINT PRESENTATION

this was the presentation I did on page white. the multimedia artist.

[johnny-sells]

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