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softkuna · 4 years ago

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Sukuna || Interview || Fic

Part 1

Content ║ Punk!Sukuna x reader. There is an oc version here.

Beauty wasn’t in the eye of the beholder, no, it is in the mind. Sukuna was enraptured. Addressed again, he shifted his posture, leaning into the arm of the couch as she did with her chair. The two were close in their cohort. An air of comfortable conversation lingered between them, much to his dismay. Her question wasn’t unusual. He’d been asked it in the beginning of his career and one where he had a planned answer.

Count ║ 2,626 K

Consider ║ Swearing. Female Pronouns (she/her).

Creator ║ This is the reader version. I took the name of the oc out. Hopefully the double post isn’t too weird? I did research on punk fashion, culture, and all which was really interesting. I knew some stuff about it before, but it’s really rich! I hope it’s not too information dense for you guys. Either way, Punk!Sukuna is now my comfort au and writing him is an absolute delight!! Also, Sorry for changing from ‘you’ to she/her ;v; it’s a lot easier for me to write/edit this way.

Sukuna had a lazy grin as he lounged back into a modern cream sofa. His arm stretched across the back of it, ankle crossed over his knee. Eyes staggered from the two cameras set up to the woman talking with some other chick. One held a small stack of papers, the other was grandly gesturing. He breathed out a short-stop breath, wishing they wouldn’t waste his time with bickering. Annoying as it was, it left a thick self-satisfactory lather over his ego.

“-didn’t you say the band?”

“Yeah, but this is better.”

“Sure… but what happens if-“

Quite frankly, he hated most press and avoided it, so to just have him in the hot seat was a double-edged blade. They didn’t get the whole band, but they did have The King himself. Whatever publicity he thrived off of were live shows, signings, fancams, tangible and real-time events. Interviews were a complete and utter waste of his time. He did a couple in the beginning, but found them pointless, callous even. They all asked the same shit. So, him coming alone was absolutely a note to pin to the fridge, even if it were a passive-aggressive post-it note.

His head turned to the two going back and forth. It wasn’t until the third minute ticked by that Sukuna felt the flashpoint of his blood plummet, “Yo! We doing this or what? You’re wasting my time here, Eros.”

The blogger whipped her head to the man with an indignant, “Excuse me?”

“Eros. Known for being reckless and unreliable? Like your scheduling.” He leaned forward, elbow on knee and chin in palm. The aura of shit-eatery exponentially growing, “You’re not excused, sorry, not sorry Princess.”

“I think you have the wrong God,” She quipped as she dusted off the front of her outfit. It was a smart look and an intentional one for an interview with a punk rocker. What would strike the best complement than a khaki academic outfit? It consisted of a white high collared button up, sleeves billowing before cinching at her wrists. The blouse was stuffed into high-waisted, cuffed khaki chinos, pleated at the center of each pant leg. Over top, a gray woolen sweater vest. Accessories included various silver rings, a black ribbon to tie under the folded collar, and small silver studs as earrings. Makeup remained that done-up natural with brow, liner, and mascara. Hair had been swept into something similar to a faux 1920’s bob, pulled loosely back. The overall silhouette made the perfect contrast.

Sukuna wanted to peg her as your average superficial fashion bitch, he really did. Even at the concert, she dressed smartly despite the pathetic look on she wore on face. It wasn’t until afterwards when he saw the burn in her eyes, that he craved for her to prove him wrong.

Black flats clacked as she approached her own seat, a matching armchair to the couch. She held a certain command once she walked in, instructing him on where to be, which camera to look at, and what the introduction would be. He listened, admiring how her small frame moved to and fro, fixing up last minute edits on a paper, chattering with who he assumed to be a videographer. It was a whole production. One that was hers. The set itself was practically out of a home décor magazine. It was a general space used across the publisher, but she was born to be there. Deserved to be there. Her calculated glee and deliberate positioning of each member made him feel as though he were looking through a mirror.

The interview process began.

She sat professionally, legs crossed and leaning on the arm of her chair closest to Sukuna. He was unmoving, that slit to his lip curling upwards as the cameras began. She introduced the blog, the channel, her social media handles. With a smile, she introduced herself, “With me in this special is lead singer of Two Face, the King of Curses – Sukuna.”

The camera panned to his lazy wave, “Yo.” He looked to her, she looked to him and for a moment she thought she saw a flicker of interest. Maybe the man was meant for cameras after all.

“After looking more into the punk scene, there’s a pretty interesting history behind it. Revolution, social discourse, poverty, violence, and unity. As someone in the scene, can you talk a little bit about what you know of the background?”

Sukuna drank in her voice, smooth and warm like the steady strum of a bass guitar. For a moment, he wondered if she sang. He quirked a brow, “Sounds like you didn’t research enough to summarize it yourself,” Eyes flickered to her features, watching as slight annoyance crinkled onto her nose then smoothed, “Let me learn you, Daisy. Starting back from rock in the 50’s, take that, strip it, build it with shit you find in the backyard…” His wrist rolled as his harmonious voice sang on, lacking even a single stutter as he summarized the movement top to bottom, inside and out, “…So, people would make their own records, sell them in plastic bags, they’d scan and reprint photos to make their own ‘zines. Shit was hard to distribute without tech…”

Much of his dissertation, she hadn’t even found on her own deep dive into the culture. Sure, the anarchist and nihilistic ideologies were well known to pretty much anyone who would listen, but the deep history and connection between communities was far beyond the surface scratched into.

“There’s a crowd of sub-genres now. Fuck ‘punk is dead’ what even is that bull shit?” Sukuna scoffed, jerking his chiseled chin to the side, “Only thing that’s dead here is – ironically – peoples drive to change.”

His interviewer sat in silence for a moment, mind spinning. He spoke in the way a well-educated University professor gave a dissertation to his peers, dripping in confidence from his storm of information. He was articulate despite the fowl language, even including a tie in to modern perception. Excitement curled into the recess of her mind. In a delightful turn of events, expectation and reality didn’t match up.

She leaned forward slightly folding her hands over the arm of the chair, “That was comprehensive. Thanks!” She chuckled, causing the man before her to freeze and thaw with a nod. She continued, “With all of this mention of D.I.Y. culture in punk, let’s talk about Vivienne Westwood.”

Sukuna kept his attention to her profile as she spoke to the camera, catching himself in the glow of her enthusiasm, “On Kings Road in England, she kickstarted the fashion movement into gear. Now, many would think that with a style such as this, it would’ve been hand-me-downs, pins, self-stitching, but contrary to this belief, many of the clothes in her store were expensive. Knock offs circulated, and seeing as much of it did have that hand-done finishing touch, many decided to take tailoring to their own hands…” Not that this was a competition, but she found herself trying to prove his ‘research’ comment wrong. Her ability to scour and exhaust her resources of fashion history is the furnace that kept her going and she would make it well known that she was not to be challenged.

The approaching lurch of a stalemate stuck to the walls of the vocalist’s stomach. Something he didn’t think he’d feel for a while. Small stuff over here may not’ve known all there was about the cultural history, but he could feel the crashing wave of fascination washing over him as she spoke. Sure, some of it he knew. Some of it he naturally garnered from stylistic preference and others he learned for marketing, however there was just a certain target she aimed for with such precision that he bled a newfound admiration.

“You’ve answered it already, yeah, I know. I saw the interview,” Her head tilted to the side, pleasant smile hinting at her trick, “but enlighten me for a second about how your natural style transitioned to what it is on stage. We’ll put up some of the photos taken from last night here,” her hand gestured to some empty space, “You basically turned chiaroscuro and made it a performance. It’s obvious in how each member contrasted with themselves and the stage.”

The chick didn’t even know who he was a week ago, yet somehow watched every interview since the start? An answer tumbled from the tongue readily, “Punk is like a renaissance of music. Like I said before, it tore down the foundations of what was before and built something new out of it.” The words were succinct, but as her pretty lashes bat, he was goaded into continuing, “Contrast is important. I like art. I like plays. Just ‘cause it’s punk doesn’t mean I can’t have it look aesthetic? Or is that a word only snobby fashion journalists can use now?”

“Hm. Change ‘journalist’ to ‘vocalist’ and you’re a word away from meeting the requirement,” It was a sour candy treat traded for his lemon warhead.

“Ouch. Miss Blog-Spot here has some sass,” His large frame leaned further into the armrest, cheek resting on that fist.

“Mister Eight-Track here is some a–“

The videographer clapped his hands, “We have sponsors, you know. We can at least censor him.”

It was Sukuna’s time to laugh a loud, hyena-like cackle. A large hand smacked his leather-clad knee. She scrunched her nose again, biting back her tongue from childishly jutting out at him.

As soon as the videographer clapped his hands again, she recollected herself, shuffled her papers, and continued on, “From what it looks like, you took a mixture of old and new high-trend brands and added a touch to them to keep with theme. Even now, you’re wearing a Real McCoy with cone spikes embedded. Is that custom made? McCoy isn’t cheap.”

Part of him hated her keen eye, but reveled in her raw talent all the same. “I’m not going to bull shit you and say I dumpster dive for my clothes. I like high quality things. What’s the point in making money if I can’t spend it? What’s a bigger ‘fuck you’ than having your version of a top-brand item being worth more than the original?” With a proud glint in his eye, he rolled the jacket off, sure to make a grand display of strong, bare arms as he did so. The muscle tank he wore was similar to the concert before, white with a pocket, neckline was stretched and worn. It hung over the dense muscle of his shoulders and chest. Sukuna could feel the trail of her eyes on him. His chest puffed from her approval. He threw the jacket over his knee, flipping the leather inside out to show where the studs had been placed, “See this? Did it myself.”

Manicured fingers touched the inside of the jacket, thumbing the connecting points that the studs were pressed in by and sealed. The work was immaculate. Sukuna leaned back, canines gleaming as he saw her mouth move in a silent ‘wow’. He picked the front of his tank top, snapping it up and allowing it to billow back to his body, “Embroidered this, too.”

He waited for her comment, her praise. Why? Like he needed some two-bit Vanderbilt bitch’s validation. He chalked it up to being praised by a master of the craft. He hadn’t been prepared for her to take the fabric between her fingers and rub it, concentrated brows cinched like a corset. Well-toned abs flinched in response to her delicacy, but she didn’t notice.

The embroidery was messy and chaotic, but it was obviously intentionally. The way the needlework was so clean, barely leaving a hole from the pull of the exceptionally soft fabric. It wasn’t floral like in the concert, but abstract stitching created crosses and streaks here and there, using the composition of the fabric as like it were a canvas. Experimentalist. It was like touching the work of Westwood herself.

God, she hated how perfect it was. It squeezed her heart to know that he was so effortlessly multi-talented. She rubbed the fabric between her fingers once more, attention being stolen by his baritone voice. She could practically hear the treble in it, “Ey Princess, you think it’s okay to just touch me?” His breath caught under the arrogant teasing of his words. Not from the words themselves. Couldn’t care less about that. What choked him up was whatever resplendent emotion flared from them when she peered up to him.

“Let me check the tag.”

“What?”

The blogger leaned back, cheekily snapping the shirt as she did so. “Your shirt, can I check the tag? I want to see what its made out of. Also, sorry.”

Sukuna blinked twice, mouth stupidly hanging open before he leaned forward, “I’ll allow it.”

He may have tinnitus, but he wasn’t deaf enough yet to miss the mocking ‘I’ll allow it,’ muttered under her breath. He wanted to laugh, but for the second time, the graze of chilled fingertips along his skin shut him up. Along the back of his neck, she fiddled to flip the collar and tug it. Her eyes squinted and a hum escaped her throat. Sometimes she wished she could read upside down. That’s when she sat on the back on the sofa and leaned closer, pulling the shirt to better read the small print. If Sukuna were a cat, he’d lean his head into her. The thought physically bothered him.

“I knew it. It’s American Pima. Thanks for letting me check.”

He missed the shiver her touch gave him as she sat back into her chair.

“While I have more questions for you, this video’s gotten pretty long already, so we’ll have to cut it a bit short here,” She gave a closing statement, motioning for her guest to do the same. With a thanks, the cameras were cut.

While the editor and videographer chatted together, She leaned heavily into the back of her chair, poised posture slipping into something more comfortable. Long lashes slid closed and a heavy drag of breath lifted her chest. Sukuna’s eyes trailed along her form, contemplating Eros once more.

She exhaled sharply, “I do appreciate you coming on stage. It’s disgusting how talented you are.” She laughed, cracking an eye open to meet his, “I prepped a lot of questions thinking you’d be short with me. It’s a shame I only got to ask a few.”

He was surprised himself. It was more than just her talent to make him talk - she may have been the first to see him as an opportunity rather than a commodity. ‘She would be the first and last reporter to see me as a meal’ was the thought he had going into this interview. He had every single intention to shut down her buffet, make it apparent that he was not to be dined on by a single soul. Yet, if his dish were ‘opportunity’, hers would be ‘intrigue’. He wanted to devour it, to know its palette and identify its spices. It was a compulsory urge to order, just to see why he craved it in the first place.

“Film the next few concerts. Backstage.”

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scifrey · 5 years ago

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Time for a “To A Stranger” screenplay update. I’m not sure where I last left the narrative, so I’ll pick up from after the festivals in 2016. The screenplay did passably well – four laurels, one honourable mention, one award that I won (and then un-won), and placed in the 60s in the Nichols. However, it didn’t attract production attention, which is why I had even put it into the festival circuit in the first place.

The way festivals are organized for screenplays is weird, and for reasons I don’t understand, they try to hide the screenplays and results? I don’t get it.

Anyway, the summer of 2016 came and went, with no offers, so I tucked the screenplay away and started working on a webseries instead. Around this time, I was discussing the screenplay’s journey through the festival circuit with a friend in film and he said “I’d like to read it.”

He read it, liked it, and asked for permission to make it. He’s a director with his own small company here in Toronto. I discussed with @Mad_Lori and we hashed out an agreement and contract between us to make sure that everything was on the up and up, and I signed it with his production company.

Since then I’ve done a few edits for length and to turn the story more script-y. Recently, I had a wonderful group of actor friends over to mine to read the whole screenplay out loud. When you do that, you really find places where you repeat yourself, or have too many big emotional moments side-by-side without breathing space for the audience, or, in my case, make Mark cry in like five scenes in a row. :p

I took a few months to pull the screenplay apart and piece it back together in a better fashion – including adding some B-plot, because, you know, I forgot to do that in the first version * headdesk * - and the screenplay is now more-or-less locked and back in the hands of the director.

We’ve discussed dream casting, locations, and some other production considerations (such as agreeing that we should hire a whole Behind the Scenes crew / someone with a camera so you guys get to follow along on social as the film is made).

Right now, the director is working on securing funding, and an executive producer to oversee the production.

We had a long talk about it, and we’ve decided not to crowdfund the film – partially because we don’t want to dig into your pockets and make the fans feel like they HAVE to donate, partially because if the production doesn’t go forward, we’d have taken your money for nothing, and partially because the rules about how films are funded can be a gray area when it comes to submitting to festivals. Also, we don't want to be taking advantage of the fans. It's not cool.

And we really, really, really want to submit it to festivals.

This is one of those stumbling-block, pre-production hell moments that could go a few different ways. We could simply fail to secure funding; it’s possible that the granting agencies and executive producers we approach could have no interest in making this film, and that’s where the project flounders and sinks.

We could secure funding and then get caught in a back and forth about locations, hiring, casting, revisions, any number of things, and while the production company is trying to sort it out, the funding can dry up. We could get an executive producer on board, get funding, film it, and then be stuck in a long, painful editing process. Or we could make it, decide it’s not good enough, and bury it. You honestly never know.

The film could be made and ready to circulate by next festival season. Or it could be years. Or it could be never. I honestly can’t tell you one way or another.

What I can tell you is that everyone currently attached to the film earnestly wants to see it happen.

I say “we” a lot above, but honestly, my part in the whole process is actually done now. I’ve handed over what we call a “locked” screenplay – that is, there are no more changes to be made before production begins. If changes do have to happen, that’s a further negotiation between me and the director/producer, and that’s when I start inserting colored pages and asterisks all over the place. But this version ought to be the one that the actors perform at the first table read, at least.

I’m hoping to be on set during the filming itself so we can workshop and make changes on the spot, but beyond that, my part to play as the screenwriter is more or less finished. I’ve got nothing to do until it’s time to walk the red carpet, really!

So, uh, do any of you guys have some Executive Producer friends you can toss my way?

#To A Stranger #performance in a leading role #mad lori #j.m. frey #screenplay #update

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makeste · 5 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 242: SANTA IS REAL

Previously on BnHA: We said farewell to the League of Pliff and were finally reunited with the kids of U.A., an institution which I would just like to point out is so diametrical to the League that they literally took the polar opposite route when choosing their name, and focused only on the acronym. I’m 100% sure U.A. doesn’t even stand for anything. Anyway, so Bakugou and Todoroki went on whirlwind press tour following their ch 219 antics, and the resulting interviews were so disastrous that Aizawa decided to bring in Mt. Lady to give the whole class a crash course in PR 101. Meanwhile All Might scoured Ancestry.com for info on the past users of OFA, and Rat Principal announced that U.A. was going to resume its internship program. This is great news for Deku, who’s been taking his sweet time mastering Blackwhip. Like, we’re not even talking baby steps here so much as little tiny flea steps. Kid’s going to need all the help he can get.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi targets all of my weak points at once. The My OT3 Academia arc gets off to an incredible, award-winning start with a Christmas party and the announcement of Internships 2: This Time, it’s Compulsory. Highlights include: (1) Kaminari and Mina forcing Bakugou to accept the spirit of Christmas into his heart and soul, (2) Iida rocking a Santa beard, (3) Eri holding a giant sword, (4) Bakugou reminiscing about his internship with Best MIA Jeanist, specifically the part where Jeanist was all “A HERO’S NAME IS REALLY IMPORTANT AND SYMBOLIC AND MEANINGFUL, SO YOU NEED TO THINK VERY CAREFULLY ABOUT IT” and oh my fucking god, and lastly (5) Todoroki inviting Bakugou and Deku to come intern with him at the Endeavor Hero Agency (known for its famous business slogan: “Got Plot?”). It’s like I wished on seventeen different falling stars and they all came true at once. I still can’t even fucking process this. kfkdslgk.

(All comments are my unspoiled reactions from my initial readthrough of the chapter. I did a quick edit for grammar and clarity immediately afterward, and added a few ETAs in the process, but aside from that there are no changes.)

I just got like three excited-seeming asks (I haven’t actually read them yet) in rapidfire succession less than an hour ago, and my dashboard is now filling up with filtered “bnha spoilers” posts, so I took this as a sign that I should read the new chapter ASAP. oh gosh

(ETA:

(1) SAMEEEEEE, and (2) YEEEEEEEEP. listen I’m not religious you guys, but I said “oh my god” so much while reading this chapter that I wouldn’t be surprised if he or she finally answers and is like, “YES!? WHAT IS IT???”)

what new state-of-the-art tomfoolery will our intrepid heroes engage in this week. what novel hijinks will they commence. what frivolous escapades will they embark on this lovely Friday morn?

HOMGAAAHHHHHH

THE TITLE IS LITERALLY MY FEELINGS RN. MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS TO ME. YES GOD I LOVE IT. I’LL TAKE A DOZEN

okay. so today, September 6th, is officially Christmas. you heard the man and who am I to argue

so we’re opening with a teacher’s meeting! probably about the internships. or the fact that they’re all screwed. I don’t really know what their priorities are nowadays

okay yeah it’s about the internships. also Rat Principal is nested in Aizawa’s scarf for absolutely no reason, and Aizawa is disgruntled about it. heh. tomfoolery already and it’s only the first panel

oh shit, Nezu’s saying it’s now a government requirement. I got so surprised I actually forgot to call him RP

because ain’t nothing safer than hero internships. if the Basement arc taught us nothing else. it’s that

that was sarcasm in case that’s not coming across. this is clearly a baffling decision. but what are government committees for if not for making baffling decisions I guess

and now Midnight is coming to the same conclusion I was starting to wonder at

can someone please tell me what the PSC’s goals actually are, then? is this not the same group that recently changed the rules of the provisional license exam so that an even smaller percentage of people would pass? so do you want more heroes or fewer? which is it?

how do they cope with it? does anyone even have any idea?? it seems to me like they’re just throwing them to the wolves. we have this problem that we have absolutely no idea what to do about, oh I know, let’s toss a bunch of inexperienced kids at it. and hope that none of them gets murdered I guess

anyway so The Sheriff is speculating that the League must have been involved in the Deika situation, and he’s wondering why the PSC is trying so hard to keep it on the dl

oh yeah. friendly reminder that the PSC, thanks to Hawks, probably knows exactly how powerful Tomura and the League have recently become. so they know full well how shark-infested the waters are, and they’re making it mandatory for the kids to all take swimming lessons. nice

lol back when I was brainstorming ideas for future arcs, I seriously thought Horikoshi would have to go out of his way to come up with excuses for the kids to have future encounters with the League, because the school was so concerned with their safety that they wouldn’t allow them to leave the grounds except on rare occasions. well I sure got that one wrong. though to be fair, for once it isn’t U.A. that’s doing the child endangering here

(ETA: and actually, regardless of how insane it is, I do appreciate that when shit inevitably hits the fan again, at least it won’t be U.A.’s fault this time. I’d like to be able to continue rooting for them, and that can be difficult when they keep doing reckless things that needlessly put children in danger. at least this time they’re not the ones driving the Stupid Bus to Bad Decision School.)

a message to who? the League?? “we’re not scared of you”?? did they seriously not think of all the numerous ways this could backfire?

oh shit Aizawa even went and said the d-word

well there you have it. the government is drafting teenagers to risk their lives dealing with a crisis they won’t out-and-out admit they’re actually having. on today’s episode of “Oh Hero Society, You’ve Got Problems”

anyway so RP is making the admittedly good point that “we’re fucked and everyone is in terrible danger” is hardly a new state of affairs for them these days, and so they’re all moving on. okay then. good talk. lol. gonna need my damn Christmas fluff after all of that

and also RP is mentioning some other mysterious new program to Aizawa too. I wonder what that could be

(ETA: oh yeah I almost forgot about this. thoughts??)

and now we’re cutting to “several days later” oh my god. it’s really happening. I need a moment here, I’m not even ready. gotta get all my Christmas headcanons lined up here. Satou baking cookies. Kaminari and Sero running around arm in arm singing “JINGLE BELLS, ALL MIGHT SMELLS” over and over at the top of their lungs until Bakugou screams at them to shut up. Mineta debating anyone who will listen over the merits of the song Baby It’s Cold Outside. the naturally Christmas-themed Todoroki savoring this, his time to shine

oh shit, we’re still with the fucking Rat Principal. for fuck’s sake

-- ooh but are they talking about the traitor??

will this put an end to the “Horikoshi forgot about it” rumors? several people have mentioned this to me here and there (sorry to everyone whose asks I still haven’t answered), but as far as I know, this was part of a fake interview with Horikoshi that was unfortunately circulated around as though it was the real deal. sometimes people are not cool and think it’s fun to take advantage of communities that are enthusiastic and trusting! always fact-check what you read on the internet just to be safe guys

anyway

so there definitely is one, then. got it

so the traitor is definitely a student in the hero class, then. got it

sob. I got an ask about the whole Kaminari traitor theory earlier this week, so I’m in the process of doing up a whole long post about that. but the cliff’s notes version is, it’s not him. it’s Hagakure. but I will actually go into detail in the post. it’s been a while since I’ve discussed the traitor thing in depth anyway

so RP is asking All Might if he’s coming back today, and All Might is immediately all “WHY, DID SOMETHING HAPPEN TO MY CHILD, OH GOD IS HE OKAY” which, omg. so much love for this man

and RP is like “geez relax” and OH MY GOD

[slaps on a paperboy cap and screeches at All Might in a bad cockney accent] TODAY, SIR?? WHY, IT’S CHRISTMAS DAY

OH MY GOD

I SPOT A GRINCH UP THERE AT THE TOP. SOMEONE NEEDS TO BE VISITED BY THREE GHOSTS FROM VARIOUS DIFFERENT TIME PERIODS

LITERALLY EVERY SINGLE CHILD (GREMLINS ASIDE) IS WEARING A SANTA CLAUS OUTFIT. DID U.A. JUST GIVE THESE OUT FOR FREE

AND IN THE TOP RIGHT NEXT TO SHOUJI, SATOU’S COOKIES! JUST AS THE PROPHECY FORETOLD

I SEE THEY HAVE THE REQUISITE KFC PLATTERS LIKE GOOD JAPANESE CITIZENS. WE SHOULD ADOPT THIS TRADITION HERE IN THE WEST TOO TBH

and last but not least, there are only nineteen children in this panel. it took me forever to figure out who was missing, but pretty sure it’s Iida. Iida where are you. clearly the traitor. certainly not off visiting his brother and the rest of his family, what kind of gullible fool do you take me for

looool

I love when the characters start to become self-aware that they’re the main characters in a story and that plot things keep happening to them at an unreasonable rate

oh my god they really are wearing the suits. it wasn’t just a title page gimmick like I half-wondered

ANSWER THE QUESTION, JIROU. INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW. do we even know where she did her first internship?? I suddenly desperately want to learn more about this

(ETA: she interned with Death Arms, the traffic cone-looking guy who notably chewed Deku out for trying to save Kacchan’s life in chapter one. Jirou my hope for you is that you find someone better this time around!)

also Tsuyu is observing that Momo doesn’t have a chair, and I honest-to-god was trying to count how much seating there was in the previous page. it seems to me like the common room got a lot bigger. it keeps adjusting to their needs like the room of requirement in Harry Potter

also does anyone else wish that Jirou would move her cup off of the armrest. IT’S GOING TO SPILL ffff :/ this is who I am at parties

oh shit wait, that was Iida with the beard?? I honestly thought that was Satou. well then Satou is the traitor. -- NOBODY TOUCH THOSE COOKIES!!

anyway so he’s all “well Deku not to bring up the elephant in the room but YOUR PREVIOUS MENTOR DIED A HORRIBLE DEATH so what’s your plan huh”

oh sweet god

listen, no offense to Centipeder, he seems like a really nice guy, but if I never see his repulsive face again I will count myself lucky

OH FOR FUCK’S

PLEASE GET RID OF IT IT IS CHRISTMAS!!! here I am trying to have a nice time and!!

god. and like, I feel bad, it’s not his fault he is A GIANT BUG and he has like, fucking mandibles and shit! but I can’t help the fact that my skin is trying to crawl off my body right now, and god but I can barely look at this panel long enough to read the dialogue sob why

(ETA: and now that I’ve forced myself to read it again, this doesn’t even make any sense lol. “we have too much work and not enough help, so we have to pass on you coming back to help us out. ...wait.”)

I want Iida to like. pat his lap and tell Deku in a big booming voice to cheer up and come sit and tell him what he wants for Christmas. not in a weird way you guys, come on. but just, he looks so forlorn. do you want Santa to bring you some cozy All Might socks

or wait, didn’t he want a PS Vita according to that one omake thing. what the fuck Deku. someone get this kid a Switch

anyway so Deku says that participation is mandatory this time, so the school will handle assignments if the kids aren’t able to find someone

meanwhile Kacchan is in the background accusing Mina of stalking him. I think she is trying to get him to wear his Santa outfit. doin’ god’s work

OH SHIT YOU GUYS I CLICKED TO THE NEXT PAGE, AND THIS. THIS IS MY CHRISTMAS OMFG

HORIKOSHI YOU DID GET MY LIST! BAKUGOU BEING TROLLED BY HIS SNEAKY DETERMINED FRIENDS AND MANHANDLED INTO A RIDICULOUS GETUP WHILST ANGSTING ABOUT BEST JEANIST BEING MISSING, YESSSSSS. IT’S SO SPECIFIC, I THOUGHT, “SURELY HE WON’T ACTUALLY DO IT,” BUT SANTA IS REAL, EVERYONE

HFMLSDKMGLKLKL!!!!!LKL:DSF

RED ALERT RED FUCKING ALERT PEOPLE!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! GET OUT OF THE WAY!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHH HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS

“MERRY CHRISTMAS MAKESTE HERE’S A WHOLE FUCKING CHAPTER ABOUT KACCHAN’S FUCKING HERO NAME COMPLETE WITH A BEST JEANIST META ON THE TOPIC” mother fucker I need to start reading these chapters with a goddamn life alert and a defibrillator on standby

“your name represents your wish.” ladies and gentlemen, introducing the new number one hero... Number One Hero!

heh. just kidding. “what do you want to become?” this, though. this right fucking here is why I’ve been dying to know what name he’ll actually choose. because it does reflect exactly what Jeanist is saying. whichever name he chooses will be an insight into who he is, and who he is trying to be

and this meta is making me rethink all my chapter 223 feels, and tbh now I’m back to thinking that it’s not going to be Ground Zero, unless he comes up with a cool reason for why that name ties in to the image of the person he wants to be (because right now, that particular name is tied more to the past than to the future). but oh my god, if he does choose the name Kacchan I am going to spontaneously combust. I will fucking do it. I will fucking die from being a dramatic excited bitch

(ETA: because. listen. there is one person who has always looked up to him in spite of everything and has always seen his potential. “in the end, in my mind, you’re the image of victory.” this, to me, is the meaning that the name “Kacchan” would have if he did choose it. it would symbolize him choosing to be his best self.)

don’t mind me I’m just stanning this child so fucking hard it hurts

(ETA: oh hey, and more feels on the reread because it looks like the reason he’s having this flashback is because he was planning to go back to Jeanist’s agency to do his real internship, and to show him how much he’s grown. but then The Thing happened. Hawks I just want to talk why won’t you answer my calls.)

Mina and Kaminari are the MVPs of this fucking chapter and I owe them my life omggggg. THEY’RE HERE TO SAVE CHRISTMAS

what are you thinking about there, Best Friend?

are you thinking about your daddy angst. penny for your thoughts

(ETA: “how can I cheer up my new best friend? I know, I’ll make him a lucrative job offer.” actually that’s a good way to cheer up just about anyone in this day and age, Shouto.)

okay, is there some sort of perverted context to Christmas that I’m totally missing here?? or is Mineta just really into the holiday spirit?

I feel like I missed something. eh

anyway Mr. Traitor himself is walking out now and HE’S BROUGHT THE CHRISTMAS GOOSE! or turkey! but goose sounded funnier

of all the things to be shocked about?? “SATOU CAN COOK!?!” like um yes hello you’ve been living with this guy for four months already? like the only thing more ridiculous than this would be, “TOKOYAMI IS A BIRD!?!”

(ETA: like I know baking and cooking are two different things, but in a manga they’re the same thing. fact.)

now someone is making a dramatic entrance! IS IT ERI I WILL DIE!!!! BRING IT

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

I HEREBY SWEAR FEALTY TO THIS PANEL OF AN ADORABLY AND FESTIVELY DRESSED ERI MIXING UP HOLIDAYS WHILE DADZAWA PATIENTLY CORRECTS HER. I WILL PROTECT IT WITH MY LIFE. SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS CHAPTER SO THAT I CAN GO DO IT SOME MORE AGAIN, OVER AND OVER AND OVER

Ochako is me

(ETA: DEMONS OUT! DEMONS IN!! THAT’S WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT!! YOU DO THE HOOOOOOOOKEY POKEY.)

and Kiri is out here asking the real questions, but sadly Aizawa says Mirio is spending Christmas with his own class. WELL FINE. I HOPE HE’S EXPERIENCING THE FOMO OF A LIFETIME. HOW DARE HE HAVE OTHER FRIENDS whatever I’m over it

sobbbbb

WELL HOW MANY FUCKING HOLIDAYS ARE THERE!? CAN SOMEONE HELP A GIRL OUT OR WHAT

oh my god I’m just going to reblog every single Dadzawa panel and none of you can stop me go on and try!!

impatiently waiting for fanart of Aizawa tucking Eri in and reading her A Visit from St. Nicholas. get on it, fandom

ohhhhhhhhh my goddddddd

I know it’s not a Christmas song, but I am this close to cranking up “I Gotta Feeling” by the fucking Black Eyed Peas. ya feel

do you guys see him sitting there next to Dadzawa. he finally gave in. Satou is feeding him chicken. his friends will not abandon him to be on the naughty list. motherfucker that’s it. I’m fucking doing it. fill up my cup. mazel tov

lol I don’t even want to click to any more pages because they’re all so happy and it won’t fucking last. :( noooo

good little boys and girls. noshing on that chicken. Kacchan continuing to be stalked by the Ghost of Christmas Friendship. Tokoyami what even is that. lol and is this their weird way of distributing random gifts. did Sero buy Jirou a scarf. did Deku buy Ochako a freaking All Might plush keychain!? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WHAT IS THAT THING AND WHY DOES ERI HAVE IT NOW AND WHY IS SHE MAKING THIS FACE

-- holy fuck, IT’S A SWORD. oh my god. THEY GAVE THE SEVEN YEAR OLD A FREAKING BUSTER SWORD AND SHE IS FEELING IT YESSSS THIS CHAPTER TRULY IS ALL MY DREAMS COME TRUE

“dad can I keep it.” Aizawa: [not even opening his eyes, all bundled up in his oogie boogie suit] “sure”

so now we’re cutting to afterwards and everyone’s cleaning up and Deku’s using his freakish super strength to lift heavy things impressively while Bakugou continues to stomp around with his hands shoved into his pockets waiting for someone to finally tell him he can go back upstairs

OH???

motherfucker. are you going to invite them to come intern with you and your dad!!?!?? I know I was all set on Bakugou interning with Miruko just last week, but I TELL YOU WHAT BITCHES, I’M FUCKING FLEXIBLE LIKE THAT

OH SHIT YOU GUYS!!!!

TODOROKI ARE YOU PLAYING THE OT3 SONG BECAUSE HONEY YOU KNOW THAT’S MY JAM, BRO

OH FUCKING SHIT YESSSSS

BAKUGOU DO YOU WANT TO INTERN WITH YOUR TWO BEST FRIENDS, EXCUSE ME, HATED ENEMIES. DEKU DO YOU WANT TO INTERN WITH YOUR TWO BEST FRIENDS. AND THE NUMBER ONE. WHO JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE BEST FRIENDS WITH THE NUMBER TWO. WHO JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE BEST FRIENDS WITH TODOROKI “I DIDN’T HAVE A FLASHBACK IN THE LAST ARC BECAUSE WE WERE SAVING IT FOR THIS ONE!” TOUYA? THAT’S RIGHT, IT’S BEST FRIENDS ALL THE WAY DOWN. OH MY GOD

it’s like Horikoshi made a long and detailed list of all of his regrets about the previous internship arc, and then said, “fuck it. do-over”

you guys. I’m all out of cans. we only have can’ts and cannots. I cannot

Christmas fluff. Dadzawa. Bakugou hero name meta. hints that the traitor plot will soon be relevant again. and the motherfucking OT3 of OT3s, MY SONS, MY THREE RESPLENDENT OFFSPRINGS, interning together at the motherfucking Endeavor Hero Agency because Todoroki is the sweetest most considerate angel, and because KNOCK KNOCK, IT’S ME THE PLOT, I’VE COME FOR YOU AGAIN AT LONG LAST AND I VOW TO NEVER LEAVE YOU ALONE AGAIN FROM THIS MOMENT ON

shit, y’all. I don’t know if it’s possible for an arc to become my favorite motherfucking arc only two chapters in, but damned if this sunnuvabitch ain’t trying

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha 242 #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #eri (bnha)#class 1-a #best jeanist #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #I gotta feelin'#that tonight's gonna be a good night #let's do it let's do it let's do it let's do it #JUMP OUT THAT SOFA #LET'S KICK IT OFF #lol you guys I am in a *good* freaking mood I tell you what

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pooja-r-bi · 5 years ago

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April: Fourth Week

Finally we came up with story and an idea for our opening sequence. Since our team can’t meet face to face to plan our pre-production we decided to use technology in our favour, and as a result we arranged zoom meeting and conference calls to share our ideas and finalized a story.

Story

A girl named Akansha who has social anxiety, schizophrenia OCD, her only family is her stepbrother whom she’s really close to. She is a 20 years old fine arts and theatre artist.

During her theatre rehearsals she’s meet a guy named Aarav, who’s handsome, polite and humble. She madly falls in love with him which slowly starts turning into obsession and tries to be her best version around him, as she’s extremely comfortable with him. As she has schizophrenia she starts believing that Aarav too has feelings for her. then another girl named Idaya also joins Akansha and Aarav’s theatre group. Idaya too is of the same age as Aakansha, she good at socializing, gets comfortable with everyone easily an is very pretty, Aarav eventually falls for her which makes Akansha jealous and disturbed. Then while sharing her feelings with her brother she tells him about how much she hates her, its strikes to her brother that he could take an unfair advantage of the situation. As her brother goes in a debt of millions and has no money left with him, the only way to save himself for him is to use his late father’s wealth which he left for Akansha only according to the will. So he slowly starts drugging her heavily without her knowledge, makes her believe in her delusional fantasies of Aarav and guides her towards murdering Idaya which would lead to her going into prison and all of the wealth would be his.She soon an becomes an addict, due to which growing closeness between Aarav and Idaya disturb her more. Her brother then convinces Akansha to kidnap Aarav’s girlfriend so that she gets to spend more time with him and eventually he will forget about his girlfriend.

However, Aarav suspects that something is wrong. While high on drugs Akansha threatens Idaya (girlfriend) that she will kill her but Idaya tries to escape and during that attempt Akansha tries to stop her but instead she ends up killing her. After the murder Akanksha is caught red-handed sent to prison and re-hab center where she finds out that she was being drugged but her brother is not caught.

After Akansha is sent to the prison Aarav is shattered and goes at her home to collect the guitar he gave her, where he finds out the truth, then he saves Akansha and after she’s free he leaves for Boston to start a new chapter of his life. In the end, Akansha is back at her studio trying to accept the reality and that her actions were a result of her delusions, her brother goes to the prison and Aarav too pursues a new journey.

Since we finalized the story, so now we have to create the screenplay, shot division and master break down for our opening sequence. Our director is going to create the screenplay using celtx. But to design the master breakdown we needed to visit our location to visualize our screenplay. We didn't have flexibility to choose the desired location due to pandemic so we marked school as location as it would be convenient for everyone to be present there. We shortlisted our art room, Dance room, music room and parking lot as our key locations for the shoot. We scheduled a 2 days visit to the school with our teacher to finalize everything for the upcoming week.

Below is the screenplay

Going through the storyline we remembered that we didn’t pre planned on what genre we are going to write our story, besides we already wrote the story. Although this was our second time planning the pre production we still made this blunder. Now that we already wrote the story we mentally tried to match the elements of our story with different genres and we came to the conclusion that it is a hybrid of Crime/Drama/thriller.

Then we researched the codes and conventions of the same

What is a Crime Thriller?

• A crime thriller usually consists of a battle between a protagonist character and an antagonist character, normally when there is a disruption in the equilibrium. The storyline then normally shows a chain of bad events that usually build up tension and suspense for the audience. The aim for the protagonist is to restore justice and peace to the community whereas the antagonist seeks to destroy the peace.

Conventions of a Crime Thriller

• Low key lighting

• Quick cuts

• Shadows

• Tense music

• Changes in the angles of shots

• Diegetic sounds of heavy breathing

• Black and white shots

• Montage of shots

• Protagonist

• Antagonist

Characters

• Protagonist The protagonist is often a brave individual male who tends to seek to restore the equilibrium.

• Antagonist The antagonist will usually have a hidden identity from the audience and will be uncovered as the film progresses. Often the antagonist seeks out revenge from a pervious past event.

Themes of a Crime Thriller

The storyline will be designed so that the audience will think that it can happen to them, this will make them feel scared which is what the producers want.

Cinematography of a Crime Thriller

• There will normally be a lot of close ups and extreme close ups of the protagonist character, it is often to show the characters emotions, also it can be used to focus on props to aid the narrative

• The shots of the antagonist character will be quickly cut and normally will aim to hide the identity of them, for example a shot of the back of the character or a low key shot/shadow.

Editing of a Crime Thriller

• The director will include lots of jump cuts because there will be things happening that the audience will most likely be unaware of but this is an essential part of the film to make sense. Cross cutting is a key point in editing, this is because it is used to build suspense which is essential in a crime thriller. Continuous editing is used to help the audience understand the film in a better way.

Sound of a Crime Thriller

• Music is an essential part of any film, it allows the target audience to understand the mood of the characters and hint main parts within the film. In crime thriller films the sound will often start slowly and build up, this will add tension and make the shots seem more dramatic than they need to be for the audience. Generally start with a slow tempo and relatively quiet› Eerie music to create suspense› Music that keeps the audience guessing to what could potentially happen› Silence  Creates tension and panic3. ››

Mise-en-scene

• The location of a crime thriller film is important for the film because it helps the audience establish the theme. Typically it would be a dimly lit warehouse, even a dark alley, cities etc. Using claustrophobic spaces to portray the ‘entrapment’ in the characters mind.

• Lighting in a crime thriller is often low key. Different levels of low key lighting that creates suspense or a mysterious atmosphere. Low level lighting creates shadows. Creates fear and tension› Black and white coloring increases the effectiveness of shadows. Title of film could be written/colored in specific ways to portray the film. Color is a direct link to emotions and thought so dark greys are used.

• Costumes- antagonist will be in dark clothing so the audience cannot see them compared to the protagonist will be in ordinary clothes. Naturalistic costume and make-up to make it more believable as how we present the characters is how the audience will perceive them.

• Theme-In plots about crime, thriller films focus less on the criminal or the detective and more on generating suspense. Common themes include, terrorism, political conspiracy, pursuit and romantic triangles leading to murder.

• Make up-Lack of make-up can make the characters seem more natural and normal like an everyday person. To show fear in a woman for example, smudged eye make-up can suggest that she has been crying displaying her emotions.

• Film stroke (Black and white or colour) black would go with confusion and uncertainty.

This week we also learned about video nasties and video recording act 1984.

When video recorders were first introduced in the UK in 1978, there was no legislation governing what could be released on video or to whom video recordings could be supplied. Because of the lack of legislation, small distributors who produced low budget horror and pornography sought to release their films that had previously been refused classification or cut by the BBFC. Some of the films released contained scenes that contravened UK laws on animal cruelty and obscenity, and were available to children of any age.

After public and political concern, the BBFC introduced a voluntary scheme for rating video recordings. Although the major companies submitted their titles for age rating, there was no obligation for smaller companies to do so and therefore the problem still remained. In response, The Director of Public Prosecutions issued a list of videos that he believed to be in breach of the Obscene Publications Act. This came to be known as the ‘video nasties’ list. However, a work could only be prosecuted once it had been released and so many copies of these ‘video nasties’ were already circulating peoples’ homes.

Following the ineffective prosecution of the ‘video nasties’ list and the reluctance of the smaller companies to submit their works for classification voluntarily, Parliament passed the Video Recordings Act in 1984. This act required that all video works (including laserdiscs and DVDs) must be rated – and, if necessary, cut or rejected – by an authority designated by the Home Secretary. From 1985, all video works released in the UK would be submitted to the BBFC and be rated at an appropriate category. The supply of age-restricted videos to persons under the age stated on the certificate would become illegal and the supply of unrated videos would also become a criminal offence.

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elephant-in-the-bloom · 5 years ago

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Letter to Dr. Azar Nafisi, author of “Reading Lolita in Tehran”

Finished “Reading Lolita in Tehran” in January and was incredibly moved. This book skyrocketed to the top of my list of favourite books maybe 20 pages in. Dr. Nafisi explored four beloved classics, Nabokov’s Lolita, Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby, Henry James’s Daisy Miller and Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, and weaved her discussion of these books with her memories of Iran during the revolution in 1970s as well as pondering on hers and the country’s future. Books talk to books, they inform our lives and sometimes, grant us a lens with which to see reality with more clarity than watching the news, which are supposed to be “real”. As a Hong Konger living in such turbulent times, I’ve decided to write to the author of a book that has given me a shelter and enormous inspiration. I’ve posted it, not sure if it’ll reach or has reached her, the below is an edited version (with personal details left out and a few pictures illustrating the situation of Hong Kong included).

Image credit: S J Staniski. (This is the picture on my book cover)

Dear Dr. Nafisi,

I have finished Reading Lolita in Tehran and it has compelled me to write to you, to share a little about how your story has offered invaluable insight and comfort to me, and to thank you.

I am a Hong Konger living in X (or rather, a coward that has escaped to X a few years ago, after our Umbrella Movement). In recent days, both of our home countries are occupying the headlines of international news. (Note: this letter was written the week after the Baghdad International Airport strike). The day I bought your book in Paris’s Shakespeare and Company was 31st August, 2019, the same day our police stormed a metro station, pepper sprayed and beat citizens indiscriminately. Some of the injured citizens had gone missing since, while reports of police-declared “unsuspicious” suicides started cropping up everyday across the city. I’m in a lot of pain.

Teargas dropped on protesters asking for universal suffrage in Hong Kong’s Umbrella Movement in 2014. Image credit: New York Times.

Police indiscriminate attack of citizens in the Prince Edrward metro station on 31st August, 2019, the day I bought this book. Image credit: Civil Rights Observer.

Your book simply showed me the enduring power of words, I can carry them like a talisman, feeling that I’m not alone in the vast universe. A Hong Kong protester (now in the US, not sure when and if he could ever come home) said that what connects Hong Kongers at this point is a common pain, and I feel connected to you and your girls, even though they don’t even know I exist! A classical Chinese poet of the Tang Dynasty (roughly 600 AD) wrote “人生代代無窮已，江月年年只相似”, which roughly translates as “generations after generations float on ceaselessly by the same river and moon”. How similar are our experiences as oppressed peoples! The rage and grief of not feeling safe at your own home, one that you’re being gradually, systematically wiped out of, is not easy to explain to people safely installed at theirs. It is completely unthinkable, so it was to us before June 2019, so it was to you before the “Revolution”.

Your rendering of your living room where classes were held vividly delivered this feeling of security. It was as if I was there participating in your classes, like a fly on the wall (or on the pastries, I’m sure if I were a fly I wouldn’t be able to resist them, because human-me wanted to seize them just from reading your words). You have given a refuge not only to those who could physically attend your classes but us as well, as readers.

I thought of sharing with you my “favourite” moments (what a vulgar term), or moments that most resonated with me, but I couldn’t because the whole narrative did. I told my best friend J that you have uttered my every thought, even the thoughts that I didn’t realize that I had, about the woes of oppression, definitely, as if we’re in a tunnel that’s getting narrower everyday. There was a time when I woke up every morning and the first thing I felt was dread, then anxiety, not sure how many more had been arrested the night before, and how many new bodies (“suicides”) had been found as the new day began.

Thoughts/opinions circulating in Hong Kong now are more similar to those circulated in Iran then than anyone could imagine. “We compared our situation to our own potentials,” you wrote, “[…] and somehow there was little consolation in the fact that millions of people were unhappier than we were. Why should other people’s misery make us happier or more content?” Here, you put my exact thoughts into words more elegantly and succinctly than I can myself. Many Hong Kongers tell me “we are lucky enough not to grow up in famine.” Yes, but why should we compare ourselves to those less fortunate than us when we are talking about building a future for the home we love? Whenever I hear that I grow not just angry but frustrated, not knowing how to wake these people so drunk in content with the decaying present. But now I know that my friends who want to make changes, to make Hong Kong better and I are not alone in seeing through that absurdity and disagreeing with it.

You have, like I said, also given words to thoughts that I didn’t even know I was thinking. About your girls sharing their sharing intimate moments, you wrote “it wasn’t courage that motivated this casual, impersonal manner of treating so much pain; it was a special brand of cowardice.” It is true, it takes enormous strength to be vulnerable, and even more to be vulnerable before another person, other people. I still don’t know how I’m supposed to do it, but I feel like your words, the words of many authors with a special place in my hear will help me do that.

Speaking of vulnerable, you had me so scared because at the beginning of the book you said Nassrin was “not in the photograph, she didn’t make it to the end.” That was like an ominous cloud hanging over my head for almost 350 pages. When a dictator seize hold of power, all rules are obsolete.

Thank you, finally, for making me think about Nabokov, Fitzgerald, James and Austen in completely new light. Especially Nabokov and Austen. I must admit that I did not enjoy reading Austen in English though I feel like I should (I first encountered Pride and Prejudice in Chinese, it was a joy), because teenage me, beginner in English language was too hungry for the plot and missed all the subtleties in Austen’s winding sentences. As for Nabokov, I have not thought of how his Humbert’s greatest evil is to eviscerate the existence of a person, even the possibility of such a person, in so many words. Thank you for showing me that, it is something infinitely important to know, now that I am determined to not go down without a God damn fight.

Chinese University of Hong Kong under attack by the police on 12th November, 2019. Students blockading one of the campus’s entrance by setting fire to bins, shielding themselves with umbrellas and wooden tables. Image credit: Hong Kong Free Press.

Dr Nafisi, I hope everything is well with your family, your loved ones; with Bijan, Negar and Dara; with your magician and your girls, with your friends in Iran, the US and everywhere else in the world.

With best wishes, K 12.01.2020

PS. Thank you guys for reading. I love this book and am desperate to discuss it with someone who’s read it too!

#reading lolita in tehran #hong kong #literature #comparative litearture #freedom #revolution

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riffrelevant · 6 years ago

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Article By: Pat ‘Riot’ Whitaker, Senior Writer/Journalist ‡ Edited By: Leanne Ridgeway, Owner/Chief Editor

The year is 1969, the place is Toronto, Canada, more specifically, the hippie infested Spandina and Sussex Avenues, not far from the University Of Toronto campus.

Needless to say, the times… they are a’changing. While The 5th Dimension sing about “The Age Of Aquarius“, there is an altogether different age looming: The Seventies. Yet, before this particular year ends, a darkness will descend and eventually envelop the Flower Power children. A horrific, crystalline clear image of this change is relayed through a series of murders that takes place in Los Angeles between August 8th – 9th, claiming the lives of four people, including actress Sharon Tate.

Four months later, the “peace and love” mantra of the counterculture is effectively stamped out at the Altamont Speedway in northern Cali on December 6th. While bands like The Rolling Stones, Santana, Jefferson Airplane, The Flying Burrito Brothers, and Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young have played, The Grateful Dead refused to go on and for good reason. A considerable amount of violence had already occurred, much of it at the hands of Hell’s Angels hired as security, and it included the stabbing death of a concert goer, along with three other “accidental” deaths.

Yes, it was a completely different vibe that was growing everywhere, including Toronto where a cast of musicians soon assembled themselves as BENT WIND. Before this happened, rhythm guitarist and vocalist Marty Roth was running a head shop where on occasion, if the door was open and things were just right, he heard faint wafts of live music played somewhere close. That turned out to be the basement of 57 Sussex Avenue where guitarist and vocalist Gerry Gibas (who Roth had previously been a bandmate of in The Roads To Ruin) was jamming with bassist Sebastian “Sudsy” Pelaia and drummer Eddie Thomas.

The quartet were soon jamming together, eventually taking the name decided on by Gibas, BENT WIND, as they ironed out original songs written mostly by Gibas. While other local acts were playing Simon & Garfunkel covers, BENT WIND were channeling their musical and external societal influences into songs they felt were “something special.” Plus, they vowed to never play cover songs, only original music that they themselves had created… and what creations they are.

Soon BENT WIND were performing live at a local 12-hour music festival – advertised as 12 bands over the span of 12 hours. It was only their fourth time playing live and due to the usual behind-the-scenes delays and issues, BENT WIND only played for 15 minutes – but it was the right 15 minutes, in front of the right person. That person was Merv Buchanan, owner of Trend Records, who approached the band as they were loading up and enticed them to record an album. A week later, they recorded their first single, “Sacred Cows”, with the b-side “Castles Made Of Men”.

The music of BENT WIND is quite heavy, undercurrents laden with acid rock and blues bearing the weight of massively thick, psych-fuzz guitar riffs. That is anchored down by steely rhythms, hammered into place by concussive drumming while hazy vocals float across it all. It is not happy-go-lucky music in the least, it is dark and sometimes frenzied, ominous even, and crafted with experimental qualities. Those include, for example, use of bird calls during the guitar break of a song about and inspired by a guy that murdered his girlfriend, as detailed in the 12-minute track “Riverside“.

All of this took place in 1969, over the span of a few months, and it culminated with BENT WIND releasing their début full-length album, ‘Sussex‘, before the new decade arrived. The album is adorned with a hand drawn sketch of a bird, unicorn, mushrooms, etc., by Gibas with a magic marker. It was pressed in very limited quantity, though how many exist exactly is still disputed, but today there is believed to be less than 500 copies circulating worldwide. When it was released, local Toronto music retailers priced the LP at $2.89, and what copies they had did not sell, most just sitting and gathering dust.

The album’s songs were all inspired by the real life existence and denizens of the Sussex Avenue vicinity. In the years since its release, ‘Sussex‘ has gone on to become a highly sought piece of Canadian music. The album is now considered one of the more rare, highly collectible albums in the world of music, with original pressings fetching thousands of dollars on the collectors market. Recent retail transactions of the album have sold for upwards of $5,000 USD; not bad for an LP that radio refused to play and was recorded over a period of two days, with most of the songs recorded in one take.

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BENT WIND played another four or five shows after the album was released and returned to Trend Studios in early 1970 to record a 45 single, “Leroy Goes West” and “The Leper.” However, before the recording can be released, BENT WIND called it a day and folded, with the master tapes of that single being lost along the way. They remain in limbo to this day, though a live rehearsal version of “Leroy Goes West” can be found on a collection of songs issued in 1970, ‘The Lost Ryerson Tapes‘.

The members of the band went on to do a variety of musical things separately until 1989, when after nearly twenty years defunct, Marty Roth believed the time was right to reform BENT WIND. Hopes of doing so with the original line up were soon dashed, when he discovered Eddie Thomas just no longer possessed the same drumming chops of his past. Then bassist “Sudsy” Pelaia had immediately laughed off the idea altogether when Roth pitched it to him, but Gerry Gibas was open to the return… at first. Roth wanted Gibas to move from lead guitar to bass, and then brought in a new guitarist, Robbie California (Robert Brockie), and drummer John Butt.

The renewed BENT WIND had a sound radically different than that of the past band, something determined after one practice and then Gerry Gibas promptly quit. The biggest difference was the guitar sound and playing, the results of moving Gibas to bass. Robbie’s method is clean and structured, inspired by blues and reggae, the exact opposite of Gerry’s original approach of fuzzed-out, incessant noodling. New bassist Bill Miller was then brought in and before the end of 1989, BENT WIND release a second album, ‘The Fourth Line Is… You Will‘. The title was a reference to people’s reactions anytime Marty Roth told them he was in a band, playing out in conversation as: The first line is… (Them) “What’s the name of the band?” The second line is… (Marty) “Bent Wind.” The third line is… (Them) “Never heard of ‘em“. The Fourth Line Is… “You Will” (Marty).

While the sophomore record was a respectable effort, its music is a far different cry than the ‘Sussex‘ era, as is the band’s third album that arrived in 1996, ‘Shadows On The Wall‘. Unable to recapture the band’s “glorious” past, BENT WIND gradually dissipated like dust in the wind, not coming to an official end, but an end nonetheless.

In a 2011 interview with It’s Psychedelic Baby magazine, Marty Roth told interviewer Klemen Breznikar the following:

“My whole intention in music was to write songs that people would like. It really never was about the money or the fame. If it was, I would have chosen a different route. Bent Wind’s ‘Sussex’ has been bootlegged and pirated numerous times around the world and although many people have capitalized on ‘Sussex’, the band itself, never made a cent. I just want to say, Thank you to all those who supported us over the years and I smoke a joint in your honor! As a matter of fact, make that two….“

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The Lost Ryerson Tapes

The Fourth Line Is… “You Will”

Shadows On The Wall

Oldschool Sunday: BENT WIND Article By: Pat 'Riot' Whitaker, Senior Writer/Journalist ‡ Edited By: Leanne Ridgeway, Owner/Chief Editor The year is 1969, the place is Toronto, Canada, more specifically, the hippie infested Spandina and Sussex Avenues, not far from the University Of Toronto campus.

#2019 #Album Art #Audio Stream #Bent Wind #Eddie Thomas #Gerry Gibas #Heavy Rock #Marty Roth #Oldschool Sunday #Psychedelia #Sebastian "Sudsy" Pelaia #Streaming #Trend Records #Video #YouTube

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swipestream · 6 years ago

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Sensor Sweep: Classics, Steve Tompkins, Queen of the Black Coast, Gun Ghoul

Culture (Legends of Men): The primary professional association for classicists is the Society for Classical Studies. This was formerly called the American Philological Association. Mary Frances Williams, a Ph.D. in classics, former professor, and an independent researcher, decided to attend this year’s annual conference. There, she witnessed first hand how the classics field is becoming a vehicle for social justice (a.k.a. Marxism). The SCS, as well as academics across the country (and presumably across Europe), is accomplishing this on multiple fronts.

Fandom (Don Herron): Hard to believe it was ten years ago today when Steve Tompkins punched his ticket. Only 48 years old, hospitalized for food poisoning after hitting Burger King, then out of the blue a heart attack. If they can’t handle a heart attack when you’re already in the hospital, game over.

Fiction (John C. Wright): Many a fan, this one included, calls Queen of the Black Coast the finest of the Conan stories, in part because of its legendary scope, in part because of its lurid romance, it passages of lyrical poetry, its vivid and bloody battle-scenes, the sense of mystery and adventure, the chilling eldritch visions of ancient eons and shades of the dead, the Viking funeral at the end.

The writing excels on three levels: first, striking characterization gives life to an intimate and tragic romance; second, lyrical world-building conjures a vision of a lost age, cruel but not without its savage beauties; third, a deep and even grim theme dignifies what would otherwise be a mere boy’s adventure tale with adumbration of deep time and an almost Norse melancholy touching the brevity of life, the indifference of the gods.

Fandom (DMR Books): Steve Tompkins died ten years ago today. I and a few other bloggers will be posting blog entries in tribute to Steve, whom I consider the best “genre” blogger of the first decade in this twenty-first century. Below, you’ll find a very concise history of Mr. Tompkins’ life and hyperlinks to all of his blog entries and online essays. This post is intended to function as a one-stop guide to Steve’s online legacy.

RPG (Playing at the World): The Illusionist in Dungeons & Dragons was created by Peter Aronson, an early Boston-area fan. In 1975, Aronson submitted an initial description of Illusionists to TSR , who ran it in the fourth issue of the Strategic Review. Then the following year, Aronson’s additions with system for higher-level Illusionists appeared in the debut issue of The Dragon. But Aronson didn’t stop there – he made a number of further expansions and corrections which he circulated informally in 1977, of which the first page is shown above. Today, we’re looking at the complete Illusionist subclass for OD&D as Aronson envisioned it, and the implications it created for “schools” of magic in role-playing games.

Fiction (DMR Books): Hira Singh was Talbot Mundy’s fourth novel; his second and third novels (The Winds of the World and King – of the Khyber Rifles) are more properly part of the Greater Jimgrim Mythos of interconnected stories and we will discuss them in their own time. We will also be reviewing the Jimgrim Saga itself (those books whose hero is James Grim) in its own place. Hira Singh was serialized in Adventure magazine in late 1917 and then published in book form by Bobbs-Merrill in 1918.

Popular Culture (Kairos): Hang out around science fiction authors long enough, and you get the sense that they’re all crazy.

John Scalzi claims that Donald Trump and the weather conspired to give him writer’s block. Patrick Rothfuss and George R. R. Martin have cited similarly temperamental reasons for not finishing their popular series.

The ancient Romans had a saying, Ars longa, vita brevis. Moderns take it to mean that life is short, but works of art last.

Popular Culture (Men of the West): This weekend, Captain Marvel defied expectations among traditional fanbase comic book audiences who expected the movie to gross between $80 and $100 million. It seemed as though every indication was there that the movie would tank, due to its blatant promotion of third wave feminism—both in the movie as well as in promotional material. However, the justified critics were wrong to presume the larger society of Americans were on their side, and the movie earned $153 million domestic.

Authors (Fredericksburg.com): AS THE final weeks of the 20th century drew to a close, much attention was given to the question of what had been the best—the best of the century or best of the millennium? An endless flurry of polls, surveys, Top 10 and Top 100 lists were compiled.

And when it came to the best book or best author of the past 100 years, in poll after poll, survey after survey, list after list, J.R.R. Tolkien was nearly always at the top.

Comic Books (Jon Mollison): Back in December I took the Arkhaven Comics then new online book store for a test drive. Wil Caligan’s Gun Ghoul showed up in plenty of time, but personal events made reading a comic centered on death and justice too painful.

Still, Wil’s a good guy who deserves support, so I cinched my belt tighter, sniffed and thumbed my nose like a good Mayberry Sherriff’s Deputy and shouldered my wife through a story of loss, revenge, and redemption.

RPG (Karavansara): The game in question is called Atlantis, the Second Age, that is a game with a complicated history – there’s at least three different editions that I am aware of: the first by Bard Games (when it was just called Atlantis), the second by Morrigan Press which is the one I own, and recently a new edition was released published by Kephera Publishing (I do not own it, but all reviews are glowing).

RPG (Tower of Zenopus): I’ve been interested in the Savage Worlds game since the earliest days of its existence – maybe before if we’re going back to Deadlands and the Great Rail Wars days. I played and ran some Deadlands in its original form, picking up pretty much all of the books and the Deadlands: Hell on Earth setting and books as well. I dove into GRW a little later and picked up a bunch of the miniatures and books for that too. I was on the Deadlands email list in the late 90’s/early 2000’s and followed the development of the system as bits came out there – you can see a more extensive version of that info here.

Fiction (George Kelly): I’ve been a big fan of Night Shade Books’s volumes in The Complete Stories of Jules de Grandin series. Black Moon, just published, is the fifth and final volume. Seabury Quinn created a psychic investigator whose cases usually involved weird, occult, and supernatural aspects. For four decades, Seabury Quinn wrote stories that attracted a devoted audience of readers. The stories in this collection bring together Jules de Grandin stories from the late Thirties, all of the Forties, and a couple stories from the Fifties.

Fiction (Too Much Horror Fiction): Pity poor Robert James Atchison. Living in a California town known as America’s preeminent burial ground, where the dead outnumber the living five thousand to one, he’s a sensitive 17-year-old boy with a fondness for poetry, instilled in him by his dear departed mother, and he actually enjoys reading books like The Iliad for school. He may have good hair, vibrant eyes, and fine features, but all that’s lost on his high school classmates: to them he’s a gangly, awkward-limbed, tongue-tied goof who they’ve nicknamed “Coma Man” with an embarrassing crush on Carla, the prettiest girl in school. He’s written Carla a poem and has two scarlet ribbons to give to her. What could go wrong?

Pulp (True Pulp Fiction): After having hardly any time for pulp reading for a while I finally got a chance to settle down with this issue of Adventure from from Howard V. Bloomfield’s editorial regime. Despite the cowboy on the cover the lead story is a Georges Surdez novelette, “A Head for the Game.” It’s a change of pace for Surdez in that his usual French Foreign Legion protagonists appear here as antagonists, picking a feud with a commander of Senegalese Tirailleurs.

Sensor Sweep: Classics, Steve Tompkins, Queen of the Black Coast, Gun Ghoul published first on https://medium.com/@ReloadedPCGames

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Sukuna || Interview || Fic - oc

Part 1

Content ║ Punk!Sukuna x oc. There is a reader version here.

Count ║ 2,626 K

Consider ║ Original Character. Swearing. Female Pronouns.

Creator ║ I swear this will go somewhere, I just enjoy the set up too much. So this is the version with the oc that I have. Her first name is Koyori. I have tagged this so that if you dislike ocs, you can read the other version. But! If you like ocs, hopefully you’ll like her ;v;. I did research on punk fashion, culture, and all which was really interesting. I knew some stuff about it before, but it’s really rich! I hope it’s not too information dense for you guys. Either way, Punk!Sukuna is now my comfort au and writing him is an absolute delight!!

“-didn’t you say the band?”

“Yeah, but this is better.”

“Sure… but what happens if-“

Koyori whipped her head to the man with an indignant, “Excuse me?”

Black flats clacked as she approached her own seat, a matching armchair to the couch. Koyori held a certain command once she walked in, instructing him on where to be, which camera to look at, and what the introduction would be. He listened, admiring how her small frame moved to and fro, fixing up last minute edits on a paper, chattering with who he assumed to be a videographer. It was a whole production. One that was hers. The set itself was practically out of a home décor magazine. It was a general space used across the publisher, but she was born to be there. Deserved to be there. Her calculated glee and deliberate positioning of each member made him feel as though he were looking through a mirror.

The interview process began.

Koyori sat professionally, legs crossed and leaning on the arm of her chair closest to Sukuna. He was unmoving, that slit to his lip curling upwards as the cameras began. She introduced the blog, the channel, her social media handles. With a smile, she introduced herself, “I’m Yama Koyori, and to join me in this special is lead singer of Two Face, the King of Curses – Sukuna.”

The camera panned to his lazy wave, “Yo.” He looked to her, she looked to him and for a moment she thought she saw a flicker of interest. Maybe the man was meant for cameras after all.

Much of his dissertation, Koyori hadn’t even found on her own deep dive into the culture. Sure, the anarchist and nihilistic ideologies were well known to pretty much anyone who would listen, but the deep history and connection between communities was far beyond the surface scratched into.

Koyori leaned forward slightly folding her hands over the arm of the chair, “That was comprehensive. Thanks!” She chuckled, causing the man before her to freeze and thaw with a nod. She continued, “With all of this mention of D.I.Y. culture in punk, let’s talk about Vivienne Westwood.”

Sukuna kept his attention to her profile as she spoke to the camera, catching himself in the glow of her enthusiasm, “On Kings Road in England, she kickstarted the fashion movement into gear. Now, many would think that with a style such as this, it would’ve been hand-me-downs, pins, self-stitching, but contrary to this belief, many of the clothes in her store were expensive. Knock offs circulated, and seeing as much of it did have that hand-done finishing touch, many decided to take tailoring to their own hands…” Not that this was a competition, but Koyori found herself trying to prove his ‘research’ comment wrong. Her ability to scour and exhaust her resources of fashion history is the furnace that kept her going and Koyori would make it well known that she was not to be challenged.

“You’ve answered it already, yeah, I know. I saw the interview,” Koyori’s head tilted to the side, pleasant smile hinting at her trick, “but enlighten me for a second about how your natural style transitioned to what it is on stage. We’ll put up some of the photos taken from last night here,” her hand gestured to some empty space, “You basically turned chiaroscuro and made it a performance. It’s obvious in how each member contrasted with themselves and the stage.”

The chick didn’t even know who he was a week ago, yet somehow watched every interview since the start? An answer tumbled from the tongue readily, “Punk is like a renaissance of music. Like I said before, it tore down the foundations of what was before and built something new out of it.” The words were succinct, but as Koyori’s pretty lashes bat, he was goaded into continuing, “Contrast is important. I like art. I like plays. Just ‘cause it’s punk doesn’t mean I can’t have it look aesthetic? Or is that a word only snobby fashion journalists can use now?”

“Hm. Change ‘journalist’ to ‘vocalist’ and you’re a word away from meeting the requirement,” It was a sour candy treat traded for his lemon warhead.

“Ouch. Miss Blog-Spot here has some sass,” His large frame leaned further into the armrest, cheek resting on that fist.

“Mister Eight-Track here is some a–“

The videographer clapped his hands, “We have sponsors, you know. We can at least censor him.”

It was Sukuna’s time to laugh a loud, hyena-like cackle. A large hand smacked his leather-clad knee. Koyori scrunched her nose again, biting back her tongue from childishly jutting out at him.

“Let me check the tag.”

“What?”

The blogger leaned back, cheekily snapping the shirt as she did so. “Your shirt, can I check the tag? I want to see what its made out of. Also sorry.”

Sukuna blinked twice, mouth stupidly hanging open before he leaned forward, “I’ll allow it.”

“I knew it. It’s American Pima. Thanks for letting me check.”

He missed the shiver her touch gave him as she sat back into her chair.

While the editor and videographer chatted together, Koyori leaned heavily into the back of her chair, poised posture slipping into something more comfortable. Long lashes slid closed and a heavy drag of breath lifted her chest. Sukuna’s eyes trailed along her form, contemplating Eros once more.

He was surprised himself. It was more than just her talent to make him talk - she may have been the first to see him as an opportunity rather than a commodity. ‘Yami Koyori would be the first and last reporter to see me as a meal’ was the thought he had going into this interview. He had every single intention to shut down her buffet, make it apparent that he was not to be dined on by a single soul. Yet, If his dish were ‘opportunity’, hers would be ‘intrigue’. He wanted to devour it, to know its palette and identify its spices. It was a compulsory urge to order, just to see why he craved it in the first place.

“Film the next few concerts. Backstage.”

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