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cosmicbash · 5 years ago

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@friendshipfisting requested some grumpy Em at the beach while chatting and I got a little bit carried away writing dorky fluff so-

You lucky heathens are getting a huge prompt drop. Hope you enjoy~

(This is long enough I could post it to ao3 if someone wants to come up with a title ahah)

Marshall hated beaches. He always had, they were just always so overcrowded whenever he tried going. And huge clusters of people did nothing but stress him out, even before he got famous and all those claustrophobic fears of a crowd closing in on him suddenly became a reality.

When he was younger and getting absolutely trashed everyday it was easier to deal with. The combination of pills and booze kept him mellow enough that he could even throw himself into a crowd at his own concerts. Helped build up somewhat of a tolerance for whenever he got up on stage.

Outside of performing however? They were still an absolute nightmare that made his stomach twist up into knots. A brief pass through, and maybe a few stops to meet and greet fans he could handle. But actively plopping himself into the hot sandy clusterfuck known as a public beach? That was the furthest thing from fun or relaxing that he could think of.

Luckily living in the middle of Detroit meant he was mostly free of dealing with said landscape.

So why in the hell was he struggling to get comfortable on some stiff itchy wooden beach chair, with the ocean loudly looming not very far away?

"The wave's are freaking perfect today-" Colson was beaming a smile at him, almost as blinding as the sun resting behind his pretty wet head. The lighting ironically formed a halo around the self proclaimed rap devil. It made Marshall want to snort. "You should seriously come in."

"I'm perfectly fine right here." Under the safety of his umbrella, above the hazardous hot sand. And most importantly far away from the heavy crashing waves.

Swimming wasn't his best skill either, afterall there was not much need to swim when you avoided the beach. Sure he could wade in a pool and float on his back if needed, but moving, rushing water was a completely different ballgame.

"You're such a drag," Colson's eyes rolled, long legs kicking up sand while he crossed the distance between them. He was still dripping water all over the place, stray droplets splashing onto Marshall's legs when he loomed ever closer to the chair.

Reflexively the older man tucked his notebook away in the nearby bag, knees pulling up so he could resituate himself. Legs crossing indian style to give the brat a place to sit.

Marshall couldn't care less about being a "drag", he'd been very vocal about his displeasure with the whole idea of wasting a day at the beach. For once he'd taken over the role of bitchy pushover. Spending most of the night before and morning of their trip muttering under his breath, listing all the reasons why it was such a stupid idea. But still going through with the process of booking and reserving a secluded spot for them on some remote beach.

The only reason he'd put up with it at all was for the younger rapper's sake, something which he hoped Colson could actually learn to appreciate. It wasn't common for him to concede like this, but it was only fair. "You enjoying choking on salt water and burning your skin?"

The tall blonde dropped down with a hard plop, legs bouncing to disturb more sand while the beach chair creaked. The bitter question didn't seem to phase his good mood one bit. "Yupp! Loving it. I've missed the beach, I was starting to look like a ghost."

More water splattered against Marshall's ankles, had his skin twitching. "One more big wave like earlier and you might be one-" The brunette was thankful he had shades on, just recalling the moment only a half hour prior when a huge wave had suddenly crashed down and disappeared his partner made his face curl up. It had been a genuinely terrifying minute of watching and waiting for Colson's soaked head to reappear above the water. One that nearly had him leaving his tiny sanctuary to pound down the length of sand separating him from the water.

Thankfully the younger rapper had resurfaced, farther out then when he'd been hit. Laughter visible even from his distance with the hard shake of the boys shoulders and wide smile.

"What? That was nothing, you should've seen how big some of the waves over in the Bahama's could get. Now those, those could totally sweep you out to sea."

Clicking his tongue Marshall gave a swift nod, fingers prying open their small cooler to dig out a cold bottle of water. "I'll take your word for it." The last thing he needed was for the kid to get a Bahama's vacation plan into his head.

Colson sighed dramatically, upper body dropping down to drape over the older man's lap. Inciting a string of curses and half hearted shoves from how the action left water soaking through his shorts. "A little bit of sun and water isn't gonna kill you old man, you look ridiculous all bundled up here in your shirt and hat. Like some horrible undercover pap who's hiding a camera in his beach bag."

The observation was accompanied by a soft laugh and long fingers tugging at the collar of his shirt, trailing up along his jaw to flick his hat.

Marshall's teeth set in a line. "What, you want me stripped down streaking across the beach? Tattoos and dick free for an actual reporter to see?"

The chance of some paparazzo being nearby was slim to none, they both knew that. Marshall had gone out of his way to rent the accompanying two beaches on either side despite the small cliffs between them. There was noone other than their own mix of security teams for miles. The only chance someone was getting a shot of either of them was with a drone.

In theory Marshall could strip down and dance about the beach all he wanted, grab Colson by his skinny waist and fuck him down into the sand until he was choking on a seashell. He was fully confident in his team.

That didn't mean any of that sounded remotely tempting however.

"Maybe not running across the beach," Colson snickered body twisting until he was lying with the back of his head against the older man's crotch. Arms curled up over his head so he could lightly grip onto his sides and stretch the rest of his body out. "A slow sensual walk towards the water sounds a lot better. Would give me something really great to look at."

The harsh tug on wet blonde locks barely elicited a reaction. "If your hoping for a full moon tonight you're gonna be disappointed. News called for clouds-" It was easier to deflect from the brats flirting then reward him with a proper response.

"With how your pants sag I'm guaranteed at least a half moon before sundown." This time Marshall was the one sighing, head shaking while he rubbed his temples. Colson of course looked beyond pleased with his joke, damp hands rubbing up over the front of his shirt to lightly massage his shoulders. "Unless your planning on dressing correctly for once while we walk the shoreline."

"Who said anything about walking along the shoreline? When did I agree to that?"

"What, we're gonna have a beach date and not enjoy the sunset together? It's no wonder you've been divorced twice." The light teasing had Marshall snorting despite himself. Palm pushing his sunglasses up off his face and much to his partner's delight knocking away his sunhat.

"Actually I let Kim's other boyfriends worry about the mushy shit like that, last time I went to a beach with her she left me passed out along the shoreline while the tide was rising." The memory had him chuckling quietly to himself while his gaze trailed along with white shoreline. "Fucking bitch almost let me drown all because I snorted her share of coke."

"Jesus-" Colson's lips burst apart in a laugh. Palms leaving the older rapper's shoulders to cup his neck instead. "Hope she at least cleaned your pockets out before she left-"

The suggestion had Marshall's gaze dropping back down, lips quirking up into a smirk while his fingers raked through Colson's knotted hair. "You'd think so right? Damn bitch swiped my wallet and forgot the motel's key card. Came back to wake my half submerged ass up and bitch how hard of a time I was giving her- like- fuck me for not reminding her it was in my back pocket while I was drowning!"

The outburst had them both laughing finally, Colson's boisterous and expressive was Marshall's was quieter and reserved to a soft shake of his shoulders. A few years ago the same story might've dragged up residual hurt feelings. Colson's soft fingers tickling his throat and heavy body helped keep them away.

"I'll keep that in mind in case I wanna drown your ass sometime soon."

"Probably already have it planned out, why your so eager to get me walking along the shore."

This time when Colson snorted it was followed up with a firm pull. "Fuck, ya caught me-" Large hands curling around the back of his neck to pull him down for an upside down kiss. It was interrupted by panted breaths and light shakes of the younger rapper's head but the action soothed his mood nonetheless.

Colson's mouth was warm against his own and tasted like salty sea water. Marshall even swore he could feel the scratch of sand against his chin but continued to kiss back anyway. The moment was pleasant, helped ease what little stress he had left in his temples.

The broke apart when his back started to ache, fingers tugging softly at the tangled blonde locks until they separated. "If I walk you along the shore like some cheesy hallmark movie can we skip the whole lovey dovey sunset gazing bullshit?"

Colson mock gasped. "And ruin my proposal I had planned?"

Leaning back Marshall moved to uncross his legs, forcing his behemoth of a partner to sit up himself. "If it's another collab idea dragging me out into this ridiculous sun and pesty sand was the worst way to soften me up-"

"Actually I was gonna propose we try fucking out in the ocean. Was hoping the whole weightless thing with the water meant you could hold me up while we fucked." The sleazy wink had Marshall shooting Colson a worried look. It was hard to tell how serious the brat was being. It sounded just like the kind of stupid thing he would actually plan.

"That's one way to break the news to the media," The brunette couldn't help but shake his head and laugh while he climbed back up onto his feet. Hand catching the wide umbrella so he wouldn't knock it over. "Rap God Eminem and rival MGK found naked adrift at sea together. Nude!"

For what felt like the millionth time that day Colson cackled, long neck stretching out while he threw his head back. "We- haha- We don't both have to be naked! Why would you take your shorts off too? You actually wanna skinny dip with me?"

"God no. I don't think I'd ever get the sand out of my ass. Fuck I've been sitting down this whole time and there's some inside my thighs."

Colson was less graceful when he stood up, full on jostling the umbrella with his head. Fingers curling around the older rapper's abandoned hat to slap it back ontop of his head. "That's half the fun of going to the beach. Getting sand in all kinds of-"Their eyes met in a brief flirty gaze. "Uncomfortable places."

The wink that followed was all the encouragement Marshall needed to start walking towards the beach. Eyes rolling so hard he thought they might get stuck in the back of his head. The sooner they got down to the shore the sooner he could get back to comfort of a nice soft hotel bed.

And promptly screw the blondes brains out.

#emgk #holy shit #this was so much longer than i planned #fanfiction #prompts

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sagebodisattva · 6 years ago

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Open Individualism and the Platypus

So let's talk a little about open individualism, the view in the philosophy of personal identity, according to which there exists only one numerically identical subject, which is everyone at all times. I'm sure that this idea doesn't sit well with the majority of you, as I'm sure most of you like to fancy yourself a special little snowflake; a unique outstanding individual who is markedly different then everyone else. This would constitute the definition of individuality, would it not? Well, let's look at it. Because it's this type of thinking that has the world divided in a major way.

We look at other people and judge them for their conditions, but this assumes that their conditions are unquestionably below, or beyond us, that somehow, because we are on a different path, that we are in a superior position; a position that is holier then thou. Now I say "condition" instead of karma, because karma is a term that comes with a load of connotations, but really, that's all really karma means: a current condition. And yeah, a condition can change based on many factors, like actions, thoughts, and intentions, which will potentially bring varying results. Causes that bring effects that result in a condition. Karma is a distinction specialized to highlight the condition of sentient creatures specifically, which is why the term was coined, rather then just using a word like condition. Like we wouldn't speak about an object's karma because, even though an object does have a condition, it can't make choices to influence it's condition.

But I bring up karma, because people toss it around so often, and recklessly, even going so far as to act like they are some kind of karma police or something. You hear and read these things all the time on the internet, with statements like:

“Karma's a bitch!”

“Yeah, fuck with me and karma is gonna kick your ass three times over!”

“Yeah, he got what he deserved, karma caught up with him!”

Can we please stop with this nonsense already? Karma isn't some punishing judgmental force that roams around the planet doling out discipline. And who are you to be speaking like some representative of karma who can warn people on it's behalf? As if you are some close friend of karma, which will make it especially pissed off, if someone out there dares to mess with you. Would you stop it? Karma is a condition, not some metaphysical weapon to wish upon someone.

There's that vindicate merciless judge, so eager to assign sentences and carry out executions. And now, able to send the karma thug to torture you in the name of justice.

“Yeah, karma's a bitch, then you die!”

Once again, we only say these things because we assume a separation. We like the “us and them”, paradigm, and engage in otherization as often as we can. But what if the person that you assume is an “other”, was really just another version of yourself? Then what? Oh my goodness, perish the thought.

“Oh no, that just can't be. I'm six feet tall. I have an IQ of 115. I am of English descent. I am a male. I am a republican. I am Catholic. I am upper class. I am an exclusive member of the secret society Brotherhood of the Enlightened Platypus!”

Sigh.

You might agree that this kind of arrogance is ridiculous to hang a hat on, but it's even doubly more ridiculous considering all of these types of identifications are patently false.

“How's that?”

That's right. These types of identifications are a steaming pile of platypus shit.

“Oh but what do you mean? Are you saying that I'm not a tall, smart, high class catholic, republican English male that's part of the platypus society? ha ha ha.”

That's right. That's exactly what I am saying. In all actuality, you are none of those things. These are little identification teats for little non-existent suckling piglets. And what makes it triply worse, and often inspires the urge to vomit all over the computer screen, is all these bickering stalwarts, engaging in venomous discourse over mundane illusory identifications. And you know what I'm talking about; as most of you listening to the sound of my voice right now, are engaged in some type of superficial attribute mongering. Whether it be along the lines of gender, sexuality, race, religion, politics, or class may vary, but one way or another, you are in some sort of camp. A camp with an erected flag. And so, no, you are not neutral. You are not unbiased. Hence, you are un-objective.

But you have opinions and express them with an impassioned obsessive fervor! And oh what beautiful farts they are! Such a vile stink; it’s grotesquely curious, yet wretchedly repulsive. The cold cruel savagely ferocious need to personify a perceived enemy, and attack them, is unparalleled. And drama, aggression, pawnage, and condemnations, quickly follow. Yeah. You all go ahead and claw each other's eyes out, I'll be sitting at ringside with popcorn. Good luck with that and lemme know how that works out for you. Much ado about nothing.

But with a little compassion, and a birds eye view perspective, you would see how any person’s life or experience, could be your own life or experience, and that the only real difference is circumstance. You can only look at someone else's life and confidently assess it, (and make bold claims about what they should do, or what you would have done, or what you would never do,) because you are doing so from your own biased snapshot. It's not accurate and it's not helpful. You can't honestly look at someone else's life, like say a serial killer, and say you'd never do that, because you are not them; you don't know their experience, you don't know their circumstances, and you don't know their path.

Same goes with bigoted presuppositions. It's ironic that many of the same people, who dig the idea that they are distinguished in their identity, also, at the same time, have the tendency to generalize entire groups of people that are deemed to be "other", and make wide sweeping generalizations based on inductive reasoning.

Oh, but it's not bigoted if it's true, right?

Bullshit. More then likely you live in a bubble.

Being from New York City myself, I can personally attest that stereotypes are false, but often appear true; not because of innate qualities, but merely because of pack mentality. Sheep herd together, and are conditioned to want to belong to the group, and hence, copy and emulate patterns, behaviors, and memes of the herd. Monkey see, monkey do. But when you get into the larger cities, where people are more sophisticated, you have more cases of so called “different people “, who all live and interact with each other, and this is where people can start to break free from their cultural bubbles and define themselves as individuals.

I know this gonna come as a complete shock to some of you, but not all Irishmen are alcoholics. Not all Asians are good at math. Some whites can dance really well. Some blacks are intellectuals. Not all Jews worship money. Not all Muslims are terrorists. Not all Mexicans are illegal.

There's only one generalization that is absolutely true: people that generalize other people are assholes.

This is why you have so many people out there that are so eager and enthusiastic to judge other people, and want to assert that superficial aspects of a classified type are indicative of some kind of fixed inner nature of being. This is the basis of contemporary bigotry and discrimination. And it's a giant lie. You are not a gender. You are not a sexuality. You are not a race. You are not a religion. You are not a person, or a human. These are all equally false identifications of illusion. And investing into them is delusion. You are awareness. And so is he, so is she, so is the he/she, so are they, so are you, so are us, and so are them. You are that which is imagining a dream; you are not any of the inventory items within a dream.

This is water. This is a good metaphor for pure potentiality, the essence of what we are. We are the same. Undivided. Non-separate. We are one. So then what is the problem? The problem starts with: this is a man, this is a woman, this is a black person, this is a white person, and this is a transsexual person. This is a platypus. Oh wow. My my, look at all these different people. This one is different then that one, and that one is better then this one. This one would never do what that one does, and that one is superior to all the other ones. Oh really. And then what does death reveal? Here's the man. Here's the woman. Here's the black. Here's the white. Here's the transsexual. Here's the platypus. Wow, yeah, you sure are different and special. You sure are distinguished from all the others.

Can you now see how complete and utter nonsense all this is?

One of the hallmarks of being deeply in delusion, is the inability to see beyond the surface of things. Pure awareness is the true self, and is what unifies all sentience. It is the selfhood that is identical within all sentience. And this is why open individualism is already the case, not a theory.

Empty individualism, the view that personal identities correspond to a fixed pattern that instantaneously disappears with the passage of time, is false, because awareness is not ultimately bound to a fixed pattern, there's no such thing as time, and the essence of our being does not vanish upon death. Only a form undergoes a change. Pure potentiality is always so.

And the same goes for closed individualism, the common view that personal identities are particular to subjects, and yet survive time. It might be said that a particular identity might be associated with a particular form, but no manifested appearance is permanent, and so has no way to survive non-existent time.

The fundamental experiencer is never erased. It is the "I" in all of us. Experiences come and go, but not the "I" that receives all experiences. The "I" recognizes all as reflections of self. Within us all, is identical selfhood, preceding the bag of meat, and the personified characterization. The "I" that is aware of all phenomena, including the persona. That, which is before being, and all comings and goings.

“I", am that.

#openindividualism

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savageunderground-blog · 7 years ago

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Charmaine Olivia's Winter Spring Color Tutorial

Meet Charmaine Olivia, a 'self-taught fine art painter' from Southern California known for her highly detailed paintings. Her clients have included: Urban Outfitters, Lady Gaga, Hallmark, Volcom Stone, Vans Shoes, Element, Nylon Magazine, Burton, and many more. Check out her portfolio on here website! And if you haven't yet, we highly recommend subscribing to her newsletter. Which, is where we found most of the information on Charmaine's Winter Spring Color tutorial.

As part of her upcoming launch for her limited edition print entitled "Winter Spring," Charmaine takes us behind the process of creating the piece. And to start off the how-to here is Charmaine:

COLOR

Charmaine: " I wanted to share with you a part of the process behind creating this painting. Today I will be talking about one of my favorite things.. COLOR! While creating my goddesses of Winter and Spring, I wanted COLOR to be the defining factor symbolizing the seasons. Blue being Winter, Green being Spring. I began with painting the Winter goddess and her frosty world of snowflakes and clouds. Then I imagined the transition from Winter to Spring, with Spring being marked by rain and sunlight. In basic color theory, when you combine blue and yellow, you create green. If I imagine sunlight as being yellow,, combined with the blue of Winter, you would would create the green growth of new life. So the goddess of Spring is represented by luminous tones of greens. She is the embodiment of LIGHT of GROWTH. She is the pure light that melts the ice of winter and encourages the plants to grow. "

Charmaine: "Before I begin painting, I arrange the colors on my palette. Since this painting has many nuanced shades of blues and greens, I thin out the paint with Turpenoid and blend the colors together to create smooth in-between colors. Paint can be divided into two basic groups, transparent and opaque. To put it simply, transparent colors are see-through, and opaque colors are not."

Charmaine: "I don't use any one particular brand of oil paint, but instead I like to try out various kinds and observe their subtle differences. I always encourage experimentation to find colors and textures that speak to you. Some of my favorite brands are Winsor & Newton, Gamblin, and Old Holland. But even the basic, lowest grade oil paint can be great! It's all about how you use it. :) These are some colors I used for this painting:

Holbein - Luminous Lemon (Transparent) Old Holland - Scheveningens Green (Transparent) Old Holland - Scheveningens Blue (Transparent) Gamblin - Cobalt Teal (Opaque) Holbein - Ice Green (Opaque) Winsor & Newton - Titaniuim White (Opaque) There are an innumerable number of effects and textures you can create using all the different colors and mediums, which can feel overwhelming! But for new artists, I always recommend not getting too caught up with brands or rules, but to choose colors that you like, choose brushes that feel good in your hand, and just GO FOR IT. No matter what happens, you will learn. Even if your painting looks absolutely horrible to you, that doesn't matter! Art is an expression, and even if it looks weird to you, creating is a brave act. Inevitably you will learn something about yourself, and next time you paint, you'll apply when you have learned."

THE PALETTE

Charmaine: "The artist's best friend! I like to use a glass palette, but I also use palette pads, and have made use of all sorts of things for the sake of a "palette". When in a pinch, I have used my thumbnail, the back of my hand, a desk, or the nearest surface available. A lot of the painting happens on the palette. It's where you can mix the colors together, test out brush strokes, and find interesting color combinations. I have always thought, "messy palette, messy mind". When my palette is clean and my colors are organized, I find that painting just FLOWS so beautifully and much more effortlessly. If I have every color that I need ready to go, it requires less thought and less interruption to the creative process. Sometimes when you're in a good flow, a simple lack of a particular shade of blue can pull you out of your world and completely derail and idea. And thus, the creative process is endlessly unpredictable. I try to influence these factors as much as I can. If I am able to keep my palette clean, organized, and available, there's less things for me to think about other than the painting in front of me. But that doesn't mean my palette doesn't end up looking like a total disaster by the end of the day! But that's why I love glass palettes, to keep them clean all you have to do is scrape off the dried paint with a razor blade."

THE BRUSHES

Charmaine: "Your paint brush is an extension of your mind. As you hold the brush, your hand moves with subtle inflections, sensing the pressure, the angle, and degree to which you apply the brush to the canvas. It does what you tell it to, though sometimes it has a mind of it's own. It's your magic wand!

Because there are so many brands, sizes, shapes, and prices, I like trying new kinds and finding new favorites. I usually have various shapes of tiny, small, medium, and large sizes each used for varying levels of detail.

Here are some I used for Winter Spring, from Left to Right: 1. Princeton round 0 - Good for small details like eyelashes, snowflakes and the shine in the eyes. 2. Princeton Oval Mop 1/4" - I use this for petals and cloud details. 3. Princeton Oval Mop 1/2" - Used for slightly larger petals and details. 4. Makeup Brush - I absolutely love using makeup brushes! They come in all sorts of fluffy shapes and sizes, and usually with beautiful handles! They’re great for blending colors into soft and fluffy gradients. Ideal for clouds! There is a large selection of amazing oil painting brushes out there that can cost a ridiculous amount of money, and they are really extraordinary to paint with, but I have found that some of the cheapest brushes can work great as well! What matters is how it feels in your hand. If you like the feeling, then use it. But sometimes, I don't even use a brush!"

THE TOOLS

Charmaine: Hours can go by in a painting before I realize I haven't picked up a paint brush in a while! I often find that unconventional tools can give you really interesting and organic effects. 1. The Q-Tip - My personal favorite! It works great for smudging and blending paint together. I also like to use it by dipping it in thinned out paint for the sketch layer of a painting instead of using pencil (which can muddy up my colors). 2. The Palette Knife - Excellent for mixing colors on your palette. Also great for globbing paint on to your canvas! Painting with a palette knife feels a bit like spreading frosting on to a cupcake. 3. The Color Shaper - I love using these to doodle in the paint. The soft rubber tip on the end works by scraping away the paint layer, or "erasing" the paint. In fine art terms, the technique is called "Sgraffito", essentially scratching away the wet paint to reveal the color underneath. I use it for "erasing" color to make highlights even brighter. 4. The Paper Towel - My other personal favorite. I use a paper towel for just about anything. It's also good for "erasing" and removing the paint for hilights. I also like to dip it in paint and use it as a “brush”. It's not good to get oil paint on your skin, so I try my best to wear gloves. But sometimes, nothing beats the look and feel of using your finger! It is especially handy for blending and smudging. I hope these little tidbits helped!"

Thank you Charmaine for walking us through your painting process. We are looking forward to seeing more of your work. And if you haven't checked out her website yet or subscribed to her newsletter, we highly suggest doing so! And if you do not know how-to paint, but would really like to. We highly suggest giving it a try and looking for more tutorials from Charmaine. Charmaine and the Savage Underground Hustlers all believe, we're all artists. Charmaine herself 'believes that every being is an artist in their own way, and allowing that creative spark to express itself is vital for the future world we want to create.' And the Hustlers support everyone giving whatever medium of art self expression a shot. And slowly and truly, day-by-day, get better at your craft. As we like to say at Savage Underground,

"TO CREATE YOU MUST TRUST THE PROCESS"

Till the next post, keep grinding!

Sincerely,

The Hustlers

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