#glassled

[priskeys]

alright we're doing another build poll

I play as a cat origin on a server and can't decide what style to go for, so:

[lesser-known-composers]

Carl Frühling (1868-1937) - Piano Quintet in F-sharp minor, Op. 30 (October, 1892) Dedication: Herr August Hansel

1. Allegro molto agitato ed appassionato (0:00) 2. Andante cantabile (9:01) 3. Scherzo. Allegretto grazioso (16:22) 4. Finale. Allegro vivace (22:59)

Daniel Giglberger and Nina Karmon, violin Roland Glassl, viola Floris Mijnders, cello and Oliver Triendl, piano

[marieglassl]

Magazine Diaphanes _ 11 Surrogacies out now Redaktion: Marie Glassl, Michael Heitz, Hednrik Rohlf

Myths and visions of motherhood and fathering, brings together artistic and theoretical positions on reproduction and communication, gender and genus, addressing and conception.

DIAPHANES 11 orbits around the “ambiguities of the maternal significate” (Kittler) and speculates about the idea of humanity as an “absolute family”(Novalis).

This issue explores practices of human and non-human substitution, plays with the myths and visions of motherhood and procreation, ­gathers artistic and theoretical positions on ­reproduction and communication, gender and genus, addressing and conception.

What claims the place of the nuclear family in the face of hybrid kinships and social freezing? What could new elective kinships be in times of chatbots and pseudonymisation? Is this the time for surrogate mother tongues and extra-human ­rhetorics of surrogation?

Sophie Lewis claims a gestational ­communism and hunts our grannies. Barbara Vinken ­reflects on spiritual motherhood, Luciana Parisi on ­human automata and gendered proxies. For ­Zuzana Cela, language is a foreign body that can be ­invaginated. Werner Hamacher strolls through mother museum, which is also a brothel. ­Arantzazu Saratxaga Arregi discovers the evolutionary  disobedience of the girl and Thierry de Duve a completely different pleasure with Joseph. Rudi Nuss tells of the new love for ­pregnant men, Allison Grimaldi Donahue of bad kinship in the house of language, M. NourbeSe Philip of a foreign fear. Leda Bourgogne, Lucile Boiron, Lena Kunz and Emma Waltraud Howes occupy the place of these attributions with their images.

[dissociative-disaster]

Hey here's some new ones!

'Beddle' (for the act of fucking many people - 'to bed')

'Stabble' (self-explanatory)

'Coughle' (pronounced 'coffl'; temporarily debilitating coughing fit or cute word for tuberculosis)

'Sipple' (non-alcoholic alternative to 'tipple,' which i'm now sure comes from 'to tip' a drink down your throat)

'Cockle' (this is an animal but if it wasn't it would be a sex act)

(Aside: does 'tumble' therefore mean that 'tumb' used to be a word, meaning something like a literal 'to fall head-over-heels'?)

'Shittle' (taco bell)

'Knittle' (many jumpers and scarves; bored grandmothers)

(i'm assumming that 'bible' doesn't come from 'to bibe,' but I wish it did.)

'Crammle' (in this case works as a more severe form of 'to cram,' as 'cram' already implies the involvement of many things.)

'Defenestratele' (... serial defenestration? wall street crash?)

'Glassle' (attacking many people consecutively with drinkware)

'Drivle' (not to be confused with 'drivel'; to drive quickly to many different destinations without stopping or much sense of direction; any crossroads in Ireland)

'Honkle' (i like this one. honking a lot quickly. imagine if you will a clown honkling onto the stage.)

Some of these are very intuitive. Others not so much. But imo Honkle and Shittle should be real words.

[thisisalwaysmorethanoneknows]

It is Often that the Unexpected Happens

Chapter 9

Word Count: 1066

Summary: Ash the BeetleWing has died to what would later be called the Othermind. Unfortunately, by means outside his understanding, he has been brought back in 7426 as, far from his time, and far from the extinction of his tribe. He doesn't belong in this time, he misses his friends, and he knows that the friends he left behind aren't safe. With the help of Darner and Poseidra, Ash goes on a quest to return home.

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"Well, that's all there it to tell," Poseidra said, without much emotion to the line, "are there any questions?"

“So… Queen Karasu is finally dead?” Seishi asked.

“Yep,” Poseidra simply answered.

“Poseidra, I wish you had told us about this sooner,” Olivine said, “we would have helped you.”

“I just… didn’t want to risk anything,” Poseidra said, “although I guess I really fucked that up.”

“Yeah you did, but we can give you a second chance,” Hagane said.

“… Thanks…” Poseidra said.

“Well, now that that’s over, I have a question for Hagane and Seishi,” Rainstorm said, “what kind of dragons are you?”

“I am a Glassling (don’t ask, really long story), and Seishi is a mix between a BásClaw and a BeathiaTail,” Hagane said.

“Wait! BásClaw? BeathiaTail? Poseidra! Didn’t you mention something about those kinds of dragons?” Darner asked, “something about the uh, Death Swamp or Light Forest?”

“What about those places?” Seishi asked.

“Oh, see Ash, somehow got stuck here, so we need to get him back where he belongs,” Poseidra said, “so a dragon named Meishu handed us a book and it mentioned stuff about those places.”

“Could I see the book?” Seishi asked.

“Oh yeah, definitely,” Poseidra said, “Ray, could you hand them the book?”

“Yep,” Ray said, handing it to Seishi, “look for the part that talks about time travel.”

Seishi flipped through the book for a bit trying to locate what Ray was talking about. After a bit they seemed to have found it and they read for a bit. Afterwards they looked up from the book.

“Time travel, huh,” Seishi said, “and you have to go to all of these locations to do it.”

“Yep,” Ash said.

“I’m going to guess you want my help if your friend mentioned this?” Seishi asked.

“Yes, it’s the only way I can think of to get home,” Ash said.

“Alright then, but if I go your friends will have to stay behind,” Seishi said, “I can’t get spotted and if I have a large group, I will absolutely be seen.”

“Actually, I want to go, I helped Queen Washi abit ago and I may be able to get you out of shit if she catches you,” Poseidra said.

“Urg, fine, you can come too,” Seishi said, “although telling me you’ve worked with another Queen who is against me doesn’t help your chances.”

“I know,” Poseidra said, “so let’s just get this over with.”

“Hey, if you three are dealing with two places by yourselves, we could get that sand,” Darner suggested, “that way Ash can get home sooner.”

“Darner could we not, I’ve barely had a break from walking and flying for the past week,” Ray asked, “I get you want Ash to go home, but that’s never going to happen if I die.”

“How much have you guys been flying?” Hagane asked.

“Well Poseidra, Darner, and Ash are from Pantala’s west coast, and I am from a island off Pyrrhia’s east coast, and Dewdrop and Rainstorm are from a town in the sky kingdom,” Ray explained, “so all of us have flown kind of far.”

“Kind of?” Olivine said, squinting, “three of you flew over an ocean and two continents, you flew over one entire continent, and two of you flew over the whole desert. That’s pretty far, you six should stay for the night.”

“No, I’d rather get this over sooner than later,” Ash said, “besides, I was trained for long distance flying.”

“Ok, and what about you Poseidra? Based on when you betrayed us, I can’t imagine you had much of a break between that and meeting Ash,” Olivine said.

“Oh, I’m kind of tired but I’m fine, I’ll be fine,” Poseidra assured, “I just want to finish with this first.”

“Urg, fine, but once all of this is done, you’re taking a break,” Olivine said.

“Alright,” Poseidra said.

“Now that that’s over with, let’s get that wood and water,” Seishi said, holding out their paws.

“Yep,” Ash said. He and Poseidra took the paws, and for the first time, since he had left Pyrrhia, he was pulled into the shadows left by the torchlight.

Ash looked around, the shadows looked much different from what he remembered. In his time shadows were empty. Now, he could make out a city, and what seemed to be the dead recreation of biomes. It was so full and to Ash it seemed wrong. Ash tried to shake it off, but it might as well have been a part of him.

Poseidra and Seishi noticed what he was doing, Poseidra spoke first, “Ash, is something up?”

“It’s nothing, just different from what I remember,” Ash said, dismissing it, “let’s get that water.”

Seishi opened their mouth to speak but then closed it and shook their head, “yeah, come on, let’s get you to that marsh.”

So the three of them walked. The small group size felt weird to him. He occasionally glanced over at Poseidra who had been watching the dark city for some reason. He was broken from any thoughts when he felt marshy soil under his talons.

“Welp, you two, here we are, the dead marshlands,” Seishi said.

“So, what do the Dead Marshlands do?” Poseidra asked, “the name sounds ominous and this is the BásClaw kingdom, so I don’t trust it.”

“You two’ll be fine as long as you two do what I say,” Seishi said, “so don’t drink the water, don’t stay here too long, don’t follow any animals, and please don’t die in any way shape or form.”

“Why, what’ll happen?” Ash asked, concerned for their safety.

“Let’s just say, if you fail at any of those things, you’ll never leave,” Seishi said, “understood?”

“Yep!” Ash said.

“So did either of you bring something to carry water with?” Seishi asked.

Ash and Poseidra looked at each other then back at Seishi who gave a very audible sigh, “I take it neither of you grabbed something?”

“I didn’t bring anything, and I’m pretty sure we didn’t give Ash anything like that,” Poseidra said.

“Urg, how did you two plan on getting water, without something to hold water in?” Seishi asked.

“I could ask the BásClaws,” Poseidra suggested, “I sort of helped them too.”

“You are a dragon of many mysteries, Poseidra, but sure, go ask a BásClaw for a bucket,” Seishi said, sounding tired of their shit (which was fair).

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[magdi-agwa]

🎨 Helmut Glassl https://www.instagram.com/p/Co1fYPAMiMt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mirror-led-suits-supplier-jenny]

LED light up glasses for party, night club use. any one like? message me. 😉😉😉 #ledglass #ledglasses #glassled #nightclub #ledprops #djglasses #luminousglass #laserglass #laserman #lasershows #showled #ledshow #ledglasses #partyprops #partypropshop https://www.instagram.com/p/BzIh6r2gbCg/?igshid=e2kc4imcmgo2

[spacebeach23]

c. 1961 HOPF CARINA made by GUSTAV GLASSL

from: http://schlaggitarren.de/archtop/restauration-einer-hopf-carina-von-glassl/

[opellisms]

Another test. It’s stuff like this that helps me find broken controls, because they don’t work right when I need them to. I’m looking at you, left front sixth finger control, as well as that BS the middle back and neck controls pulled.

In a way, crawling around on buildings is this critter’s ‘natural habitat.’ Said building was a free download from TuboSquid, and not modeled by me, ok.

PS: it’s not a chupacabra, but that’s a good guess!

[nekonotaishou]

I suggest; Dragon/frog, your 3D critter drawn playing with a laser pointer, dog nanao wearing shunshi's hat, Bleach dog characters reeinacting a sled dog race, a dragon being friends with a teacup yorkie

Dragon/frog, vaguely based off of Wallace’s flying frog, because why not.

The kiddo is distracted!

Oops it came out shippy :U I’m not sorry.

This is as far as I got. I will def do the other ones, I’ll just add them to this post as a reblog. 

Excuse me, I have some sled teams and dog designs to sort out ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[lesser-known-composers]

Carl Frühling (1868-1937) - Piano Quartet in D Major, Op. 35

I. Allegro moderato II. Scherzo: Quasi presto - Trio: Moderato - Tempo primo - Grandioso - Prestissimo III. Larghetto - Con moto appassionato IV. Finale: Vivace - Molto più Moderato

Performers:

Daniel Giglberger (violin), Roland Glassl (viola), Floris Mijnders (cello), Oliver Triendl (piano)

[marieglassl]

Sophie Lewis and me in conversation about Surrogates, Motherers, Speculative Fiction and why we do need to hunt down our grannies in order to exchange capitalist property for revolutionary red plenty!

German Version here! Buy that magazine ;)

[glasslings-blog]

[celebrateeachnewday]

Artist Helmut Glassl

[magdi-agwa]

🎨 Helmut Glassl https://www.instagram.com/p/Co1fTLSsXPT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[archedsmile]

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        𝚃𝙾  𝚂𝙰𝚈  𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝚆𝙰𝚂  𝙰𝙽  𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃  𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳  𝙱𝙴  𝙾𝙽𝙴  𝙸𝙽  𝙸𝚃𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵  ,  𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻𝚈--  so  suzie  simply  nods  at  first  ,  biting  into  her  lower  lip  𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺  as  fingers  run  &  comb  through  fluorescent  colored  curls  as  she  stands  before  the  glassles-window  in  her  bedroom  .  wthcing  as  the  snow  pile  on  the  floor  steadily  grew  bigger--  julie's  decisions  were  truly  the  catalyst  for  not  only  her  imprisonment  here  ,  but  suzie's  ,  as  well  .  not  that  the  smaller  young  woman  would  𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁  say  that  to  her  ,  nor  that  she  was  necessarily  blamed  julie  herself  even  .  but  it  𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺  was  something  she  had  heard  others  say  ,  in  a  few  instances  .    ❝    j-jules  ....  we've  all  made  m-mistakes  because  we  w-were  blinded  by  l-love  ...  i-  i  have  before  t-too  .  it's  j-just  another  sign  that  y-you're  𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙰𝙽  .  ❞    /  @kostnkc     (  source  )