#is this considered graffitti?

[teatitty]

I don't care for people telling Iruka Kakashi is a bad romance option for him I want the opposite. I want people going up to Kakashi and beggin him not to date Iruka because:

No respect for authority

no.1 most likely to commit treason

doesn't scold kids for graffitti he scolds them for the graffitti looking bad

His Fucking Temper

Will argue with you just for the sake of arguing

Publically and openly disses the village heads

He's a fucking delinquent Kakashi you CANNOT have that on your already tenuous reputation

Remember when he threw himself over the mission table to throttle you for an awful report?

There's a barely withheld violence in him that you only see in psychological horrors from Stone

And Kakashi's only response to all of this is "yes but have you considered: I Can Fix Him" [re: make his temper calm down. The rest of that list makes him swoon]

[oklinsvidya]

I’ve been DEEP into Bombrush Cyberfunk these past few days and especially this weekend.

And its been wonderful, i love LOVE this game back to back. They went above and beyond with making a new JET SET RADIOO. They nailed movement, music and even the story.

I looked up an interview with the director of the game and contrary to my assumption that they were just big jsr fans that want a new thing. Most of this game genuinely comes from his own interests: dancing, music, graffitti. Its truly a form of self expression.

And his biggest wish..what he wants ppl to take away from this game. Is that once we finish out, gamers go out and have fun. And im seriously considering learning to roller-skate once im done.

[enkisstories]

Let’s Investigate! - Episode 8

Orange was glad to not be a real detective. He didn’t have to deal with the whole jurisdiction debacle, and could simply enjoy the fact that he was investigating in the house of the Hero of Strangerville!

Well, strictly speaking the house of the soldier who irresponsibly had allowed journalists INTO a secret laboratory and alien spores OUT of it... but Carlos had helped a lot with saving the town from his blunder, so twelve years later he was considered a hero. A hero with a nice income, too: Orange found ~40 dollar in each laundry basked, as if that was change money.

Aside from the graffitti all over, Carlos’ TV and computer were broken.

When Tim attempted to take a photo and fingerprints from the PC, Orange stopped him.

“That wasn’t sabotage, just an regular malfunction.”

“How can you tell? It’s sizzling same as the TV?”

“As a “phone addict” I gained some knowledge of software in general, I suppose.”

“What do you make of this case?”

“The burglar had full access to high quality electronics and highly collectable mementos of the Strangerville crisis, yet they chose not to steal anything. Furthermore, nothing of emotional value was damaged or destroyed, only replaceable, albeit valuable objects. I’d say someone was angry and wanted to send a message. But they were still coherent enough to control themselves to some degree, so most likely not drunk.”

Droning on, Orange realized that he had indeed learned a lot during this contest! Everything he almost routinely deduced, sounded like a big revelation to Timothy. It felt good!

Behind the scenes: There was no option to collect evidence from the computer.

[spirituallyyellow]

8/5/24

Reasons to Continue

Recently I seriously considered ending my life.

It was the closest I think I've ever come to actually going through with it. I planned ahead, left a note, took identification, and spent the day in a different city, thinking about how I could do it.

I was in a weird fugue state all day. I'd woken up knowing something was wrong. I picked a fight with my husband, and as he left the house, rightfully irritated with me, I remember sitting on the edge of my bed and I suddenly felt extremely calm, and almost out of body. I remember thinking, What should I wear on the last day of my life?

I wore all black. You never really stop being a theatre kid, it turns out.

I wrote a note in Scrivener and left the app open on my laptop before I shut the lid. I sent short "I love you" texts to the kids. Casual, so they wouldn't know. I think I hoped that people would tell the kids there had been an accident.

And then I went to the train station, got on the next train to Manchester, and went.

It was never my intention to jump in front of a train - there were too many people on the platform, for one thing, but also I didn't want to die in Stoke.

A few days before, I had commented to my husband that I thought I would probably move back to America in my retirement, or if he died before me. "I don't know if I want to live there, but I'd rather die there, I think. I'd prefer to be buried at home." (By which I meant Tennessee, not my literal childhood home. My family is pretty southern gothic, but not that southern gothic.) He'd glanced at me and said, "I'm worried about you."

"Why?"

"You've been talking about death a lot lately."

"I'm fine, don't worry."

I got to Manchester and felt almost dizzy with the possibility of death. Everything is going to end today, I thought. What should I do on the last day of my life? What would I want to do before I was going to die? 

Some part of me that remained rational had prompted me to put in my bag my journal, a pen and pencil, my watercolour notebook, and my paints. As if some quiet voice was whispering into my heart, you might just want to sit and write all of this out, all of the feelings. you should at least try that before you decide.

The main thing, though, was that after walking aimlessly around Manchester city centre for about an hour, mostly just noticing traffic and bridges and sharp bits of broken glass in graffittied alleyways , I distantly realised I was hungry. I should definitely not make a decision this important while I'm hungry, I remember thinking. I want to make sure this is what I really want, and not some choice I'm making just because I haven't eaten and it's making my brain go weird. I don't want to regret it right away. I had read that most people who survive suicide attempts regretted trying basically immediately.

I went to a cafe and ordered the strangest thing on the menu. Turkish eggs with garlic yoghurt. If today is my last day alive, I think I'd like to try something I've never had before. I even took a picture of it, more out of habit than anything. And I thought, well, it'll be an interesting thing for the coroner to find.

I picked at it, mostly. The garlic yoghurt was such a weird taste that it did sort of shock me into the present moment briefly, but mostly I didn't really process it. I mostly remember staring out the window and hearing snatches of conversations. 

I heard two Americans talking, and my ear naturally attuned to them, particularly when they started talking about church ministry outreach things they were doing. Part of me wondered if God would nudge one of them to approach me, but I didn't really want them to. 

They did not approach me - whether they ignored the prompt or whether God respected my wish for privacy at that time, I'm not sure.

I got my notebook out and started drawing. I'm not an artist, and I'm not very good at drawing, but I used to do a lot of webcomic-style journalling. I started doing it again that day, and I sketched and wrote, and then put my pencil down to begin painting and then saw I didn't have a paintbrush in my kit. It must have fallen out at home at some point.

I remember being so angry and frustrated and I thought, I am not going to spend a bunch of money and time finding a stupid paintbrush for my shitty drawings. 

So instead, I got out my journal and I wrote and wrote and wrote. I felt like I was losing my mind.

I kept thinking that I wanted to call Pam, my best friend from high school. 

We hadn't talked much recently, but we usually don't stay in close contact when I'm not in Tennessee. When we're together in person, though, it's the same comfortable friendship it's always been. I wrote in my journal that I didn't know what I wanted but I felt like I was supposed to talk to somebody, and the only person in the entire world that I could think of that I wanted to talk to was Pam, and as soon as I wrote it down, I missed her so intensely I almost cried.

I started to text her three or four times, but kept deleting it, tugged between "it's 6am her time - she's pregnant and tired - she'll be getting ready for work - she'd want me to call if she knew what I was thinking - I can't call and upset her like this, it might hurt the baby - she'll be upset anyway when she finds out I've died" and I got overwhelmed and started hyperventilating. I forced myself to slow my breathing down.

I went back to my phone, and I typed out a message, asking if she could talk. I ended it, of course, with No worries if not. Love you. Just in case.

The waitress came over and took away my dishes and I stumbled over some kind of apology, shoved my notebooks into my bag like they were something between a danger to others and a shameful secret, and left, walking vaguely toward Afflecks, the huge goth/alt indoor marketplace. I don't know Manchester very well, but I had been to Afflecks before.

Pam texted back, and I knew, at a gut level, that I had to call her right then or else - or else. So I called her, and she asked how I was doing, and I said, "not too great actually" and then I burst into tears in the middle of a very busy pavement in Manchester city centre.

I barely remember most of what I said, I mostly remember the kind of deep, heaving, dry sobs wracking their way through my body as I poured out everything I had been thinking for weeks and weeks.

I do remember saying, "I don't know what to do anymore. I've prayed and prayed for God to either heal me or kill me, and make these feelings and all of this just stop, and it just doesn't." I leaned my head against the cool stone of some random building and I didn't breathe so much as I gasped for air. "It doesn't stop, and I just thought it would be better by now," I sobbed. "It's been so long, and I thought I would be healed by now. I'm trying so hard all the time to do the right things. I'm trying so hard and I’m so tired.”

I could hear her take a quiet breath down the phone and she said, so gently, "I know. I know you are. I don't know why God hasn't healed this yet. But I love you, and I know Jesus does, too." Distantly, I thought, this is an overwhelming phone call to get at six in the morning. I shouldn't have called. 

"I'm too much, I'm too much. I know I'm too intense, and I'm trying so hard not to be," I croaked. "I really, really am trying so hard, Pam. I know I'm too much."

"I don't think you're too much, Lauren. I think you care a lot and you're passionate. I've never felt like you were too intense." She continued to talk and tell me how important I’d been to her, but all I could do was cry and gasp for air.

My breath and my heart caught in my throat, and it felt like I was coming apart at the seams. It was such a relief to hear that someone didn't think I was too intense.

Pam prayed for me, and I promised not to do anything. She’d been so calm up to then but at the end of her prayer I could tell she was crying and I hated myself. I said I would go find a coffee shop or something and get a drink and sit down for awhile. We hung up and I walked shakily around the neighbourhood I was in until I spotted a coffee shop. I went inside and noticed a birthday card for sale. I stared at it blankly for a few seconds, then picked up a soda, bought it, and sat down.

I texted a picture to Pam, as proof of continued life more than anything, said thank you, and then pulled out my journal again. My nose ran and tears dripped as I wrote, too fast to think, page after page until I finished my drink. I packed up my bag and walked to the train station to go home.

[horse-shit]

my friend, YOU have opened pandora's box :D

I've been working on Graffitti World since September 2019, and I'm still working on it now! it will probably be a work in progress for a while since I'd like to iron out more things before trying to start a comic haha ;;

BUT there are like 15 main characters {which can be broken up into primary, secondary, and tertiary {and a secret quaternary if you wanna get specific}} every character in the world has a character color! the main cast is red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, gray, light gray, pink, electric blue, powder blue, black, white, brown, and purple! they're all named and everything, but this paragraph would have just been easier if they were their colors lol

the story is about people just living their lives, there aren't enough stories about the mundanity of life and how personal life can be just as entertaining as an action-packed story-- you have to make your own life exciting after all! there will be multiple chapters all set from a certain characters perspective and will hop around to see how everyone is doing {and there will be extra little chapters about 'background' characters since everyone has a life!} as well as making the characters feel like real people with realistic lives even with how different everything is

another thing that I want for the story is for at least one person to look at a character design, story, personality, or something like that and say 'I see myself in this' or 'I know somebody that could relate to this'. it's super nice to have a piece of media that does that, and I want to help make that a thing for as many people as possible

there are so many characters since I've had to populate an entire world lol. for fun context: it's been long enough on earth that the ground has shifted to reform pangea, but the moon has also gotten closer/shrunk a little bit so the tides have risen, so now the ground is shaped like a diamond. they have a written language {which will be specified to phonetics but right now is just the English alphabet with different characters, numbers based from roman numerals, and some extras that I've thrown in for fun} and spoken language {which I have not touched yet since. the idea is taking a bunch of words from a bunch off different languages. and then having to figure out how to eve start doing that is scary and for later me}. they're also evolved humans :3

the reason it's called Graffitti World is because it was a placeholder name that stuck ☠️ but the reason that was even considered at first was to show that they will have different spelling for stuff and to fit all 15 colors in 'Graffitti World:', so then the title of comics will read as Graffitti World: {name in color}

I even have a blog prepared for it when the comic actually starts getting in motion, @grft-world, and some characters are up on my artfight profile! {to see anything on artfight you need a profile but I would be more than happy to just share the images! this response is already long enough and there'd be too many to add here ;;}

Hey I gotta ask - what does grft idea mean? Cause you use that as a tag and for genuine years I just keep reading it as “get ready for tea ideas” and I have the strangest feeling that might not be what you mean

omg ☠️ that would be a good one for tea fans but sadly I'm not that hyped about tea

it's an abbreviation for 'graffitti world' {spelt like that on purpose}, and it's a tag i use when i find ideas for my original charactets/their world! i get a lot of ideas from any and everything for them so i just plop the tag in a reblog and keep on chugging lol

[curiositybox]

In other news I went outside a few days ago in the *whispers* ..real world *cough*

to get foodables and while in the line to get into the store (social distancing and all that) i saw that someone had made this cutie chicken on the wall and honestly this entirely made my day! 100% worth, would go out again for tiny doodle borb. 10/10

[shadyhouse]

i accidentally took the best possible screenshot in splatoon

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

(It's more of a drabble than fluff but I thought it would be really cute to write about how Eddie fell in love with you 😭)

Eddie is alone most of the time. Whenever Hellfire is done for the week and his band mates are busy, he does things that are familiar. Instinctual. He re-reads The Hobbit, partially out loud to himself with character's voices, wishing it would become a movie already. He sits on the edge of his bed, strumming away at his acoustic graffittied guitar (his electric is special and only used for shows) playing nothing of substance. He takes a scenic drive with speakers shaking from the weight of his mixtape down backroads he had memorized like the back of his hands, but only when he could spare the gas to do so. Usually, anything to fill the quietness of the space around him was enough. He grew up with his parents in a noisy environment before Wayne took him under his wing. He listened to and played loud music all the time, so one would think the silence is welcome. But it isn't. It just leaves room for uneasy, inky black thoughts to worm their way through the folds and wrinkles of his brain.

This all changes once he meets you.

You guys started talking one rare, rainy afternoon after school. You were standing under the metal awning of the tiny high school soaked through to the bone and shivering, cursing your luck and your ride under your breath. Most everyone else had gone home already and the only people left were part of clubs that wouldn't be done until the early evening. Just when you had been considering walking home in the middle of the storm, your knight in shining leather appeared. Eddie had stayed later after school to talk to a teacher about his grade, maybe offer some extra credit. All of his worries and thoughts came to a screeching halt when you walked up to him. He had seen your face around school before (it was a small town after all) and could put a name to your face, but had never talked to you before. He thought he heard you say something, but the way your pretty lips moved and the sound of the rain assaulting the metal awning pulled him into a trance. Your eyes held a color and a sparkle that made the rain behind you turn to falling diamonds. Your wet hair held fast to a halo of grey-blue light, like you were wearing a crown crafted out of the rain clouds in the sky. He only snapped out of the trance you had unknowingly put him in by your own word, ironically. Shaking his head to clear the fog, he laughed softly. "Sorry, what?"

"I asked if you could give me a ride?" You had raised your voice a little, above the sound of the rain.

Eddie nearly collapsed on the spot. "Oh! Oh, yeah, um..sure, yeah." He stutters out, putting his stuff on the ground to shrug off his vest-jacket combo. "Um...actually, maybe I'll just walk.." You had commented as you watched him, taking a slow step back from him with a look akin to one of a cautious deer in your eyes. Eddie looked at you innocently for a second and then just laughs softly once again. "Oh, shit, uh, no its okay. You are just wet and you looked cold, so I...thought you could use it more than me." He explains and you laugh nervously as you take it. You slip your arms through and the garment nearly swallow you whole, as it was already slightly big on Eddie himself.

The both of you jog to his van, him covering your head from the rain with his hands the entire time, and sigh in relieve once the doors are closed. He starts up the van and turns the nearly busted heater on while turning the radio down as well. Your damp face lit up completely when you heard what was playing and you quietly started humming along.

"You like Megadeth?" Eddie had asked, a pleasantly incredulous tone to his voice and he could do nothing but watch as you turned your head, giving him a smile that made every work of art look like kindergarten drawings and a giggle that made even his favorite song reduce to nothing more than a cacophony that was alien to him.

"There's a lot more to me than people think. I'm full of surprises, Munson." You say in that voice that makes his brain all fuzzy. Eddie just chuckles and shakes his head in disbelief, starting the drive to your house as per your direction. You guys talked sparingly throughout the drive, but he wasn't bothered by the lack of conversation. It didn't seem that you were either. You looked perfectly happy and content to watch the rain shower the pavement outside and hum along to his music.

When he pulled into the driveway of your little yellow suburban house behind your parents' car, he turned to watch you climb out. Another small 'thank you' passed your velvet lips and you started to shrug off his jacket, but he stopped you. "If you take it off now, how will you get to the door without getting soaked again? You can give it back to me tomorrow." He says with a goofy grin on his lips as he leans on the middle console. You giggle once again and hop out of the car with your school bag pressed tightly to your chest as you run up to your front door. The overhand of the porch shielded you from the rain and you lifted your hand to wave at Eddie as he pulled out of the driveway, setting off towards his quiet little trailer.

For once, he didn't speed down the streets he knew so well or turn the music up to scream-sing along to. It was the quietest drive he had in a long time and he found that he didn't hate it. He sat on his familiar bed and laid back, his wet, curly and unruly hair splayed out beneath him like dark wings sprouting from his temples. He just laid there for a long while, until Wayne came home from the plant in fact, replaying the events in his head. In only a matter of minutes, he had memorized so much about you and had his heart completely hooked on you.

For the first time in his life, Eddie didn't fear the silence, didn't try to chase it away with familiar sounds and routine movements. He simply laid there and let the thoughts rush in because they were no longer the inky black and infectious bad thoughts he was used to. They were no longer tar-like, seeping through every crack in his defenses until the damn burst. These thoughts were now filled with you. Your mouth and coated everything in honey and gold when you spoke, your eyes that seemed to suck the beauty out of everything around you and make them the centerpiece instead. The way the corners of your lips tucked into your cheeks when you smiled.

For the first time in his life, Eddie Munson didn't mind the silence. In fact, he welcomed it now simply because with the silence came you.

(Sorry its so long, but I hope you like it <33)

-🐝

THIS WAS SO SWEET AND SO BEAUTIFUL, THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS WITH ME 🥺❤️

[noneedtofearorhope]

i like that graffitti is considered vandalism because i think vandalism is cool

[the-lady-bryan]

Steve Rogers is canonically an artist.

Can you imagine the amazing political cartoons that man could put out while on the run as Nomad?

Wouldn’t it be hilarious if Old Steve in that other timeline where he married Peggy made his living by illustrating comedic retellings of Avengers adventures for newspaper comics pages?

Graffitti during the post-Civil War and Pre-Infinity period that’s Anti-Accords and encouraging rebellion and revolution against Iron Man’s stance and the UN’s decisions?

Steve in disguise so he’s not mobbed by people recognizing Captain America between films, sitting in public parks, drawing caracatures of tourists, or taking some down time to sketch out some really nice trees and fountains or something?

Old Steve unable to intervene in events going on in the world, so he instead focuses on designing and illustrating Get Well Soon cards and cards to give condolences because he can’t stop thinking of all the casualties in NYC after Loki’s failed invasion.

Pre-Serum Steve trying to sell his cartoons and art to newspapers and magazines only to be turned down time and time again until one day, he comes home with something he didn’t have to get on ration to split with Bucky because finally FINALLY someone bought one of his illustrations for some filler news article. They argue over who gets to eat the last of it. Bucky insists Steve’s earned it so it’s his. Steve insists he couldn’t have done it without Bucky convincing him not to give up on his dreams the week before.

Steve sitting down during those 13 days after the Battle for Earth, and drawing the most detailed full bodied portrait of Tony he can. Nice and large. And it’s Tony in his armor, at what Steve considers the man’s absolute best. He’s taken some liberties, of course. What artist doesn’t? He doesn’t sleep. He doesn’t stop until it’s finished. And he paints it. By the time it’s finally done, he has it framed and wrapped up, then given to Happy with a card, addressed to Morgan, with instructions to make sure she gets it for her next birthday, giving the excuse of “I’d keep it at my place ‘till then but right now I’m living out of a shoebox until the compound gets rebuilt... If it ever gets rebuilt.” And even the birthday card that goes with it is hand drawn and made specifically for that wonderful little girl.

Or, alternatively, can you imagine the lewd fanart that might be floating around the MCU because Steve got bored but didnt’ want to attach his real name to it, and Sam thought it would be fucking hilarious... until one pops up on a google search of himself and then it’s not so funny anymore. And of course Nat finds out and is like “okay so why did you draw my breasts so weird? I know you took life drawing classes. Just because you’re old isn’t an excuse, Steve.”

[shiguremfsohma]

rules: tag eight people you would like to get to know better, i was tagged by @miss-coverly THANK YOU BABY FOR THE TAG I APPRECIATE IT SO MUCH

favorite color/s: I really like red tons !! Like burgundy and red/brown ! I also like silver and green bc slytherin 😎

Last song: The day by porno graffitti !! Yesh i know i havent watched MHA yet but the openings are just so good

Last show: okay so im watching shows on tv every day like charmed, 9-1-1, big little lies. But the last show i binge watched is Devilman crybaby !! (Btw please watch it its so good and its heart breaking so just take tissues and you're fine)

Last movie: hmmm i watched 2 movies yersterday, Annabelle comes home and The Impossible, not sure which one was the last bc i was drunk LMAOO

sweet, salty or savory: actually i really like all !! But id say salty ? I just love chips so much LMAO

bubble water, tea, or coffee: idek what bubble water is,,,,, is this like sparkling water ?? Bc i LOATHE sparkling water. I dont really like coffee anymore bc people made fun of me (aka bullied me) so 🎈trauma🎈 and i really like tea so yeah TEA all the way

Three ships: HMMMMMM okay thats hard bc i have so much ship but Akigure, Buddie, and me×therapy 🥵🥵 jk ok id say edwin for the last one

Currently reading: im always rereading Furuba and FMA, does that count ? Oh and HP too, but i got disgusted by the author so i have trouble to keep going

Tagging: my friends already got tagged fhsjdjdjd so anyone who see this, consider yourself tag !! Oh also @queergirlyouknow i really want to know more about you so feel free to do that if you want !!

[nathan-livingston-hnd1c]

5 Creative Manipulation Images From Different Artists.

25th January 2021

Elizabeth Lee Miller - Dead Nazi Soilder

Elizabeth Lee Miller/ Lady Penrose was an American photojournalist of World War II, she was also a fashion model in New York City during the 1920s, she then located to paris where she then became a fine art photographer.

During the war she was a correspondant for Vogue, she covered on events such as the London Blitz, the Battle of Paris and the Conscentration Camps in Buchenwald and Dachau. 

What i like most about this image is the effect the ripples have on the soiler face as he is floating in the water it makes the photograph look almost like a surrealist painting. 

https://medium.com/the-collector/lee-miller-a-woman-who-took-60-000-wwii-photographs-and-also-bathed-in-hitlers-tub-the-day-he-b7f04f07c137

Kyle Thompson - Burning Head/Self Portrait

Kyle Thompson is a American self portrait photographer from Chicago, Illnios. He is best known for photographic work in conceptual surrealism photography and self portraiture

I like this image because of how it has been digitally manipulated to make it look like the blanket tied to the head is on fire, i think it communicates the themes of anxiety, depression, mental torture and that the world is a dark and cold place. 

https://fstoppers.com/video/surreal-self-portraits-kyle-thompson-4893

Man Ray - Half Beard/Self Portrait

Man Ray was an American surrealist photographer who spent the majority of his photographic career living in Paris, he was also a photographer who was part of the Dada movement as well as the Surrealism movement. He also worked with a verity of media but he mostly considered himself as a painter.

His photography work was mostly Fashion and Portrature based, he was also known for his work with Photograms which he called “Rayographs” which was a reference to himself.

I chose this image because it looks like we could be seeing two different sides to Man Ray which could be both light and dark i think that his bearded side makes him look more sinister. 

It communicates themes of light, dark, good and evil.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Man_Ray

https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/336151559658298884/

Dora Maar - Self Portrait

Henriette Theodora Markovitch aka Dora Maar was a french photographer, painter and poet, Dora Marr was the subject for many paintings by Pablo Picasso she was also a romantic intrest for Picasso. 

Dora Marr began taking photographs in the early 1920s using a Rolleiflex Camera while on a cargo ship which was going to the Cape Verde Islands. 

Her paintings remained unrecognised up untill the late 1990s when they were put up for sale 

This is a self portrait taken by Man Ray in 1936 i think it explores the themes of beauty and inner self. 

https://www.artsy.net/article/artsy-editorial-surrealist-photographer-picassos-muse

This is double exposed self portrait by Dora Maar in 1936. The double exposue makes the photograph itself look very much like a surealism painting. 

https://www.artsy.net/artwork/dora-maar-untitled-double-exposed-portrait

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dora_Maar

Brassai - Graffiti

Brassai was a french born hungarian photographer, sculptor, medalist, writer and filmmaker. He was one of the hungarian artists whose carrer developed in paris during the time between world wars I and II. 

This is a photograph taken from Brassai’s Graffitti series which were taken between the 1930s and 1960s.

This image is of a face carved onto the branch of a tree like the simplicity of this image and the lighting, the carvings were not created by Brassai, they were objects/carvings which he came across and there were many graffiti carvings on walls and trees, he would often seperate one singular carving and photograph it up close, emphasising its detail by photographing each individual carving up close this allowed him to make them appear more abstract. 

https://www.tate.org.uk/art/artists/brassai-11259

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brassa%C3%AF

[zombiesama]

Legit surprised that porno graffitti is my top artist. I only started listening to them again a few months ago??? Whereas I've been listening to frederic since like. April.

Specially surprised that Only Wonder or Mou Kaeru Kisen werent my top songs, considering whenever I'm on my laptop those are my go tos along with Jyarimichi and Pro Wrest Gokko No Hula Hoop (all by frederic)

[enkisstories]

Daniel: “Husbands are supposed to put their men on a pedestal, not on display! That’s a difference, Gavin!”

Gavin: “Uh... what?”

Daniel: “Do I have to spell it out to you in 3D-graffitti all over the square?! Even though we wanted to fail, that was a damn tryout video we recorded! I felt like merchandise in a shop window! Presenting ourselves like this, not to show off our bodies, but to get judged by a third party according to their arbitrary critera... selling ourselves... that was uncomfortably close to how I came into being!!! Just a shiny new household device to get packaged for shipping to the store...”

Gavin: “Wait, what, I evoked bad childhood memories?”

Daniel: “No... Androids get reset after testing, I remember my birth as little as you do yours. But even so I know it happened and I’m so done with the system that I do not think I could ever go to a job interview or write so much as an appliccation letter without demolishing our house in a temper tantrum!”

Gavin: “I’d buy us a new house or whatever kind of home you wanted! I can provide for two... three... four... and you’re too good at this job for Captain Fowler to even consider firering you! Worst case scenario is the occasional week on the beat again, because Fowler temporarily demoted us, but we’ve been through this before!”

Capable... always two steps ahead...

Ever since his parents had lost their home when he had been four years old, Gavin Reed had retained a fear of not being good enough, of getting discarded again. He had worked hard to stay competitive and had lashed out at rivals left and right. But never in his life had the human questioned the right of other people to assess him. Not before the android revolution, at least.

But now that this “killer android” had come into the man’s life, things were changing. Maybe in time Markus and his followers would bring about change not just for the androids, but also for the humans? And maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing, after all?

[sj4iy]

Anime: My Favorite Anime OP/ED Songs From the 10s

And here’s the last section to this long list of posts. This one is going to be a little different, simply because this was the decade in which I had a family to take care of. I didn’t watch very many anime at all until a few years ago. Because of the lack of time, I tended to watch only what I was really interested in. Same with the music. Again, I will pick a single song (op or ed) from a series, and there’s no order at all to this list. You might notice that some of these same series appear on my blog regularly. Enjoy!

1. Noragami “Goya no Machiawase” (午夜の待ち合わせ) by Hello Sleepwalkers (2014)

Obviously this is series I feature monthly on this site...I love this series. And I’m probably one of the few people who prefer the first opening to the second. But still, this is a great OP and a great series.

2. Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon? “Hey World” by Yuka Iguchi (2016)

One of the newer series that I’ve watched, I was surprised by this anime being as good as it is. I also really liked the opening song.

3. Children of the Whales “Sono Mirai e” (その未来へ) by Ririko (2017)

This anime is very hard to watch in some places because of how sad it can get, but a great story all around. And this song perfectly encapsulates that feeling.

4. Seraph of the End “X.U.” by Hiroyuki Sawano/Gemie (2015)

Another series that is regularly seen on this blog. I actually read the manga before I watched the anime...but the opening song is so great that I have to put it on this list. 

5. Yona of the Dawn “Akatsuki no Yona” (暁のヨナ) by Kunihiko Ryo (2015)

Yet another series on this blog. This anime has an amazing orchestrated opening song without lyrics that gives it a very historical feel.

6. Blue Exorcist “Core Pride” by UVERworld (2011)

This was one of the first series I watched after a long layoff from anime...and even though the ending was not well done, the first opening song was.

7. Blue Exorcist: Kyoto Saga “Kono te de” (コノ手デ) by Rin Akatsuki (2017)

The anime that fixed the first series by retconning the ending out of existence. Also one of the few ending songs that, imo, is much better than the opening song.

8. Akashic Records of Bastard Magic Instructor “Blow Out” by Konomi Suzuki (2017)

This is another series that I have recently picked up on this blog, and as much as this anime really took me by surprise, so did the opening song for it. Fun, exciting, but somehow still a little dark. Fits the series perfectly.

9. Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans “Orphans no Namida” (オーファンズの涙) by MISIA (2016)

This was one of the most depressing series I’ve seen (other than Made in Abyss). But I love the slow R&B ending sung by Misia, one of my favorite Japanese singers. 

10. Rin-ne “Ouka Ranman” (桜花爛漫) by Keytalk (2015)

Considering how much I loved Ranma and Inuyasha, it was only natural to love this series, as well. In some ways, I like it more than the other two. And I love the quirky, fun opening song as well. It fits this almost Bleach-like parody to a tee.

11. Bungou Stray Dogs “Setsuna no Ai” (せつなの愛) by GRANRODEO (2019)

Another favorite series of mine, Bungou Stray Dogs has many great songs to pick from, but I have to say that the third opening song is my absolute favorite. 

12. Fruits Basket (2019) “Again” by Beverly (2019)

And here we see Fruits Basket back on this list, with yet another opening theme that I love. I can’t wait to see more of this series, but it’s hard to argue with how perfect this first song is.

13. My Hero Academia “The Day” by Porno Graffitti (2017)

MHA isn’t my favorite series, but I do love Porno Graffitti (as evidenced by the earlier favorite of “Melissa”). This song is just as good.

14. Full Metal Panic! Invisible Victory “Yes” by Tamaru Yamada (2018)

Another favorite series spanning two decades, I was more than excited for this season...especially since I had translated these light novels so long ago. And I couldn’t help but love the ending song of this series so much that I translated it on this very blog. Dark and harsh, the lyrics fit the desperate tone of this season very well.

15. Attack on Titan “Feuerroter Pfeil und Bogen” ( 紅蓮の弓矢) by Linked Horizon (2013)

I haven’t seen but 3 episodes of this series...but it’s hard to not know this amazing opening song. Bombastic and memorable, it has a place on my list.

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So, that’s the end of my lists. I’m sure some readers will disagree, have other favorites or like series that I don’t. And that’s perfectly fine. I wanted to make this list so that people who wanted to know would be able to see my favorites. It’s also interesting to me to see how my own taste in anime has evolved and changed since I was younger. Anyway, thanks for reading!

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@minasnorma is such a wonderful friend, I’ve been wanting to write him another piece for his favorite ship for a while now. A convo recently sparked this wild plot idea, so I finally wrote it!! I’ll help you paddle this tiny little raft of a ship any day Minas <3

Rated T, ~1.3K, Kamski/Connor60 (Clyde)

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‘For a good time, call 313-XXX-XXXX’

Clyde had been staring at the scrawled message for a good five minutes now. He knew that much longer and his brothers would start pounding on the bathroom door, making sure that he wasn’t actually dying in some gas station bathroom. He had really only come in here to take a breather from Connor’s overbearing roadtrip management, but as soon as he stepped into the bathroom, his eye caught on this particular piece of graffiti. It looked recently, and way too carefully written to fit in with the strange grimy bathroom. Clyde looked down at his phone, where he had already typed the number in, and swallowed hard.

It probably wasn’t what his brothers had in mind when they said he needed to find ‘better friends’ than the ones that kept taking him out on wild vacations that always involved some sort of death-defying stunts. And if Clyde was being honest with himself, he was also a little tired of all the adrenaline rush activities. Sure, they took his mind off of stuff, but they also regularly resulted in injuries. It would be nice if he could just go try out that new coffee shop down the road, the one with the little bakery attached to it. That was a good time, right? It wasn’t like he was brave enough to do it by himself.

Taking a steadying breath, he pressed the Call button and put the phone to his ear. It rang, and rang, and...went to voicemail. A voicemail that hadn’t even been set up yet, so the electronic voice reminded him to leave a message before setting off that high pitched tone to encourage him to start talking. Clyde was almost relieved that there wasn’t someone on the other end as he tried not to stumble over his own words. He managed to leave a message and end the call before the thundering sound of Connor at the bathroom door almost made him drop his phone in the toilet. It was time to get back on the road, and hope Clyde hadn’t just called a serial killer or something.

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“Hey, so I found your number here and it said call for a good time, so uh, I’m calling I guess. My brothers say I should find someone I can just go out with without endangering my life, so I guess you could say I’m on the market for a good time. There’s a new coffee shop in town that I’ve been meaning to try, but I’m open to anything really. Except not cliff diving. Never again. Call me I guess? My name’s Clyde. Shit, sorry, guess I shoulda started with that. Bye.” 

Elijah had listened to the voicemail at least three times now, and the fourth time hadn’t much helped the strange swirl of thoughts in his head. The first thing he had done after getting this strange call was - obviously - go beat up his terrible brother. Who else would have left his number in a fucking gas station? Gavin was always going on and on about how he needed to get laid, which was pretty much the lowest thing on Elijah’s list of life goals. Maybe not even important enough to be included at all! And after a few good minutes of wrestling him into submission, Gavin had admitted to the crime, although he still refused to apologize. He had promised to go take the graffitti down though, which was a start.

The second thing Elijah had done was to re-listen to the voicemail and try to figure out why he hadn’t just deleted it outright after the first time. It wasn’t like he was actually going to call this Clyde guy back. No matter how nice his voice sounded, there was no way Elijah could trust someone who just randomly called numbers they found in bathrooms and asked to go out on cute dates. Okay. Maybe going to a coffee shop sounded pretty nice, and maybe Clyde’s voice was soothing to listen to, but Elijah wasn’t that desperate.

He lasted two more days before he broke down and texted Clyde back, introducing himself and asking if he was serious about that coffee shop thing. Elijah wondered if they were both just as surprised that the text conversation seemed to flow so easily between them, a camaraderie of sorts immediately established. By the time the promised meetup rolled around, Elijah was almost more excited than he was nervous, and that was saying something. People didn’t usually excite him, at least not any more. He made sure to take all the necessary precautions before meeting a total stranger, letting Gavin know where he was going to be despite having to endure a slew of terrible ‘encouraging’ comments as a result. 

Stepping into the coffee shop, Elijah had a brief moment of panic - he didn’t even know what Clyde looked like, although his text message said he was wearing a vest and sitting in a corner table…But as soon as he caught sight of him, Elijah felt a swell of calm rush through his body.

Clyde was perfect.

He was sitting at a corner table, as promised, and he had already ordered both of them drinks. Nervous fingers twisted around his mug, then reached up to push a strand of dark blue hair back behind his ear. Elijah had always thought long hair was gorgeous on guys, and he could only think dimly that Clyde absolutely proved that obsession right. When Elijah came over to the table and greeted him, the shy smile that bloomed across his lips was enough to have Elijah’s heart stuttering in a way he’d never felt before.

“It’s nice to finally see the face that goes with such a brave voice.” Elijah admitted with a chuckle, picking up the mug in front of him and finding to his delight that it was filled with a peppermint mocha. Clyde had good taste. “Oh god, I’m glad you thought it was brave and not psychotic.” Clyde said, letting out a relieved sigh, “I still almost can’t believe I did it.” Elijah smiled at him across his mug, considering for a moment before he said “And I can’t believe I’m actually glad my dumbass brother wrote my number on a bathroom wall.”

After that, the conversation seemed to flow without either of them really trying. They both had terrible brothers who drove them crazy and who had half pushed them into this whole endeavor. They both loved said brothers more than anything even if they’d never tell them. And they both had a bit of a fear of going and doing things alone. Too many people, Elijah had said, at the same time Clyde said too lonely in such a crowd. Matching grins spread across their faces as they realized that just maybe, this was the start of something very lovely.

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“Wait, so you spent all evening together and you didn’t even fuckin KISS?!” 

“Hush, Gavin.” Elijah soothed, shrugging off his jacket and shutting the door behind him, “We’re not all obsessed with getting off like you are.” 

When Gavin shot him an incredulous look, Elijah let a smug smirk spread across his face. “I’ll tell you what we did do, though, which was so much more satisfying than kissing.” He purred, leaning in close to whisper in his brother’s ear - 

“We held hands across the table.”

The annoyed screeching from Gavin was satisfying, but not nearly as satisfying as holding Clyde’s hand had been. Elijah very much looked forward to holding that wonderful hand again soon.