#modern wall art nyc

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New York Large Wine Cellar Inspiration for a large contemporary porcelain tile and gray floor wine cellar remodel with display racks

[caughtinahustle]

New York Display Wine Cellar Medium-sized minimalist wine cellar image with display racks and a marble floor

[galerijaskc]

Contemporary Living Room - Living Room Example of a large trendy loft-style light wood floor and beige floor living room design with white walls, no fireplace and no tv

[payetafamille]

New York Display Wine Cellar Medium-sized minimalist wine cellar image with display racks and a marble floor

[migvintof]

Medium New York

Wine cellar - mid-sized modern marble floor and white floor wine cellar idea with display racks

[brainfatigue]

Hall Mudroom Hallway: A small, modern entryway idea

[11oh1]

[longlistshort]

The images above are of Terence Gower’s El Muro Rojo (Barragán), 2005, from the group exhibition Color Effects at Galerie Lelong in NYC last year.

From the artist’s website about the work-

A large black and white photograph of the roof patio of the Casa Barragán is mounted on an enormous red wall. The photograph is a copy of Armando Salas Portugal’s famous 1953 photograph (this time commissioned from architectural photographer Jorge del Olmo), and shows a corner of Luis Barragán’s roof patio with its famous coloured walls reduced to grey tones. The work separates a tonal and planar understanding of the architecture from the “emotional” encounter with colour that Barragán aspired to.

From his statement about his practice-

I work on a number of bodies of work at once, each developed over several years. In the past decade my work has focused on a critical re-reading of the modern movement and its utopian bent. A desire to reexamine the notion of progress—a term corrupted by the excesses of technological modernism—has fueled my research on the post-war period and has led to a search for models from the past that might still be relevant today.

Below is the Armando Salas Portugal color photo referenced by the Gower work.

Armando Salas Portugal, “Barragán House”, Mexico City, 1948. View of the roof terrace in the late 1960s. Image via Barragan Foundation

Armando Salas Portugal is known for his photographs of the Mexican countryside and the architecture of the city. He captured the work of several famous architects, in addition to Luis Barragán’s projects.

From Wikipedia about the influence of modernism on Barragán and his concept of “emotional architecture“-

Barragán visited Le Corbusier and became influenced by European modernism. The buildings he produced in the years after his return to Mexico show the typical clean lines of the Modernist movement. Nonetheless, according to Andrés Casillas (who worked with Barragán), he eventually became entirely convinced that the house should not be “a machine for living.” Opposed to functionalism, Barragán strove for an “emotional architecture” claiming that “any work of architecture which does not express serenity is a mistake.” Barragán used raw materials such as stone or wood. He combined them with an original and dramatic use of light, both natural and artificial; his preference for hidden light sources gives his interiors a particularly subtle and lyrical atmosphere.

[jules-writes-stories]

ACOTAR Masterlist

Azriel x Eris |

Just Enough Light to Cast Shadows Chapters 1-33 on AO3

WIP | Weekly Updates | (33/38 Chapters posted)

Eris has been plotting to overthrow his father for centuries. But when the High Lord’s removal becomes a matter of life and death, Eris Vanserra allies with the Day Court. In his desperate quest, he unearths secrets that will change the course of Autumn Court history, and all of Prythian's, even as his mating bond pulls him towards a male who will only ever see him as a cruel prince.

Rhysand becomes suspicious, ordering his spymaster to keep watch of the Autumn prince. But the more time Azriel spends with him, the more he is drawn to Eris’s cause.

When desire and duty collide, the Shadowsinger is faced with an impossible choice. Will Azriel take Eris at his word, or fulfill his role as Night’s brutal enforcer? And what will become of Autumn’s heir?

Into the Night on AO3 Greek Myth AU

Azris Week 2024 | Complete 1/1

The moment the Night Court’s Shadowsinger sets eyes on Eris Vanserra, he knows the male is his. But one does not simply walk into Autumn and steal a prince...Hades x Persephone, but Azris

Held Close, Like a Secret on AO3

Azris Week 2024 | Complete 1/1

The Night Court's Spymaster has been searching everywhere for his mate. When the shadows finally catch up with the secretive heir of Autumn, a wager is placed. As the night goes on, Azriel starts to question whether it's worth the fight anymore. What would happen, if he just let go of their past? If he just said yes? Could he lose the wager, but win something more? (This can be read as a one shot, or as Chapter 8 in JEL).

The Night Court Lounge | Tribeca, NYC on AO3

(Modern Azris AU)

Eris Week 2024 | WIP | 6/7

When Azriel agrees to work a shift at his cousin's BDSM club, the novice certainly doesn’t expect to be auctioned off as a sexual submissive to the city's elite. But when the art student feels a pair of golden eyes watching him, he hopes the mysterious man will place a bid.

Eris Vanserra is known as the Viper of Wall Street. Brilliant and cut-throat, the young mogul dominates in every way, always ending up on top.

When Eris sees Azriel caged and kneeling, he decides the man will be his. After all, Eris always gets what he wants.

Eris and Lady of Autumn |

Eris Week 2024 | Childhood

Commissioned Art | There was joy, too

Eris and Lucien |

Monster | on AO3

Eris Week 2024 | Complete 1/1

“No,” Lucien ground out, “I’m nothing like you. You’re a monster.”  Jesminda’s blood had dried on his tunic, spattered like wet earth upon his face. 

No one had explained to Eris that when the heart breaks, it did not feel lighter, as one would imagine. No, it was not like a piece of glass that shattered and scattered to the corners of a room. A heart grew heavy and leaden. It pulled the body down. Breath burned and blood cooled. A heart, when broken, was melted down in the forge of pain and reformed to become dead weight. 

And now it sat, this dead thing in the cage of Eris’s ribs.

Elain x Lucien |

A Heart of Gold on AO3 | Greek Myth AU

Elucien Week 2024 | Complete 7/7

When the Prince of Merchants loses everything, he is granted the golden touch. His daughter Elain finds herself whisked away into the world of powerful fae. Can she resist the charming Day Court Prince or will she allow herself to dream of more and risk all?

Lucien Vanserra is the Prince of Day and Autumn. And he's already loved once and lost all. But when the Fates thrust a beautiful mortal in his path, he finds himself unable to resist her soft eyes and her gentle smile. It would seem this woman holds his broken heart in her hands. The Myth of King Midas, but Elucien

OCs and Drabbles |

Elain Archeron: An Apology

A writing prompt that became a love letter to the gentle Seer.

Illyrian OC (Mention of Emerie)

Valkyrie | on AO3 | On Tumblr | 1/1 Complete (for now)

An Illyrian mother questions if her High Lord and Lady have done enough to protect females from wing clipping and other forms of ingrained oppression. She makes a choice for herself and her daughter to seek out the one fae who might be able to help.

Sylvan x Mithras | Court of Nightmares OC X Vanserra OC

Drabble on Tumblr

Me just posting photos of my children. One is a literal nightmare.

The Ending of Darkness on AO3 | a beautiful one shot of my beloved OCs by the talented @unanswered-stars

Amarantha |

Villains Week 2024 | WIP 1/2

A Love That Bleeds on AO3 | Tags include non-con, character death, suicide. Please check all TWs

Before becoming Hybern's General, before Jurian and Clythia, before Tamlin, Rhysand, and Under the Mountain, Amarantha opened her heart to a human girl.

But what does it mean, for a powerful High Fae to love a mortal slave? And can one call a bond so monstrous, love at all?

[dantesdickferno]

amaretto

Miguel/Reader | Explicit | Chapter 1/?

a/n: I brought this blog back from the dead to post this so I hope y’all enjoy. Gonna be a few chapters but not sure how many yet. Femdom reader, Bartender Miguel basically. Horny and angsty modern NYC AU, no powers. Bit of a slow burn (ish). Enjoy lol

***

The Basilica is, for all intents and purposes, a mediocre bar.

There’s a pothole steps away from the bar’s entrance that customers have to maneuver past in kitten heels and designer sneakers, and the embossed metal sign at the front of the door is almost completely covered in rust. It’s clearly an establishment that’s too pretentious to be a dive bar, but not exactly up to code enough to be an upscale cocktail bar either.

Recent attempts to rebrand the place as a hole-in-the-wall speakeasy have been successful, meaning that it’s now the common haunt for every art history graduate student, Bauhaus enthusiast, and unattainably gorgeous bisexual poet in lower Manhattan who’s willing to spend 17 dollars on a drink.

You stumble across the small chipped navy blue door after a brutal day at work. The patrons at the luxury handbag store you have the distinct displeasure of interacting with were particularly snippy today, and your pair of not-yet-broken-in oxfords feel more like a prison than a fashion statement at the moment. You need a drink to help forget the past ten hours ever happened just so you can do it all over again tomorrow. You’ve never heard of this place, but you don’t feel like getting on the subway just yet and looking for a bar that’s closer to home. This vaguely sketchy place will have to do.

The cozy interior of The Basicilia smells of cigar smoke and melting wax. Lit partially by candlelight, the brick walls and small antique cherrywood tables feel distant, yet homey. There are large gothic-style lanterns hanging from the low ceiling, and servers expertly move through the crowd carrying stainless steel trays full of thick-cut fries and bowls of green olives.

Despite the bar being relatively full, only one other person is sitting at the actual bar when you approach it—everyone else appears to be relegated to the various tables and benches strewn about the space, or hugging the walls holding glasses of craft beer.

With all of the fuss that sitting down on a stool, pulling off your winter coat, and hanging your things on a hook underneath the bar causes, it takes you a moment for you to see him.

But you do.

There’s a blur of movement in the corner of your vision as a tall man in a black button-down with rolled-up sleeves vaults over the bar wall and stalks over to the other end of the restaurant before knocking on a solid black door with the sole of his boot.

“Hey! You awake in there? They need help running food!” The man shouts, not waiting for a response before rushing back across the room and climbing back into the bar.

The sound draws a few eyes, but no one appears to be shocked—it seems to be a common occurrence here, judging by the way the person who appears to be the manager steps out of the previously kicked door looking bleary-eyed and sheepish, a pair of noise-canceling headphones around his neck and a set of keys jangling at his belt.

But your attention has been drawn elsewhere.

The man is tall enough to reach for a bottle of Belvedere vodka on the top shelf to hand to a nearby barback without straining. You notice his hands first—broad, veiny, with nails cut down to the bone. There’s a bandage wrapped around the middle finger on his left hand. A smattering of hair on his triceps, which are all muscle and sinew. And two tattoos—-a fang on his right bicep, and a bundle of marigolds on his left forearm. He leans onto the bar table to address you, his button-down snug around his chest.

Jesus fucking christ. If you had a drink you would certainly spill it.

“What are you getting,” he says—his voice raw from shouting, you assume—and his voice trends downward at the end of the sentence, as if he doesn’t want to ask you, as if it isn’t a question. You can’t even pretend to be offended—working in the service industry is a thankless task, and you know that well enough. But even you can admit that the level of tension in his jaw and the shuttered look in his eyes is disconcerting in a way that has to do with more than the fact that he presumably hates his job.

“A mojito, please,” you say, with less confidence than you’d normally have. You’re used to sitting at bars alone and making conversation with the bartenders, but tonight doesn’t seem to be going in that direction.

“A mojito?” The man repeats, and you know it’s the wrong choice somehow. Other than an almost imperceptible eye roll, he nods, turning his back to you to grab the right ingredients.

Still. It makes you curious.

“What’s wrong with a mojito?” you ask, watching the way his shoulders stiffen. It’s like his entire being is on constant guard, waiting for the other shoe to drop–you can see it in the way he turns back to look at you, his jaw set as he sets down a collins glass and starts picking damp mint sprigs out of a chilled metal container.

“First time here?” he says, and again, it isn’t a question. He places the mint leaves on a paper towel to dry before rubbing them on the rim of the collins glass and putting them in a separate pint glass.

“Yeah. What’s wrong with a mojito?” Normally you’d take your cue from the bartender and quit trying to make conversation, but something about him makes you want to poke and meddle, like touching a live wire with the tip of your finger.

“Nothing.”

“I won’t get offended. Is this one of those ‘what your drink of choice says about you’ things?” you probe, leaning onto the bar top. The other conversations seem to fade to a lull in the background of your mind, your sights set on tormented brown eyes and tense, broad shoulders.

“No.”

“Because that kind of seems like what this is—”

“No.”

“Then what is it? If you don’t mind me asking. I hope I’m not committing a major bar crime, or something.” He clearly minds, and the sigh he lets out is nothing short of torturous sounding, but he seems to indulge you anyway. You briefly register his hands reaching for various cups and bottles at an even tempo, his movements intentional as he makes your cocktail. He crushes mint and lime and sugar together with a blunt tool before opening a carafe of ice. A shiver runs through you, completely against your will, as you watch him work. You’ve always had a soft spot for competence.

“It’s more of a practical thing,” he explains, and you settle onto your stool, sensing a tangent incoming. “Mojitos aren’t complicated to make, but they take time. They have a lot of moving parts. And then once one person orders it, I get ten more people who saw me making it asking for it too, and I have to start the process over again. And then more people order it, and next thing you know I’m making mojitos for the rest of the night.”

“So when I ask for mojitos at other bars and they say they’re out of mint, are they lying?” you tease. He places your drink in front of you then, topping it off with a mint spring and a lime wedge at the rim of the glass.

“...Every bartender hates you,” he says in response, leaning in, and you give him a soft smile, sipping from the glass. It’s one of the best drinks you’ve ever had.

There isn’t an ounce of enjoyment to be seen in his eyes, or in the shadows of his face. But you swear you see a flicker of something there, like something that has long since lain dormant coming back to life—if only for a second–before it dissipates.

“What’s your name?” you ask, pushing your luck. Any spark that had once been lit is extinguished. He backs away, the lanterns from overhead casting shadows across his features that make him look like a stranger again. You silently curse yourself.

“I don’t do that,” he shakes his head, before venturing to the other end of the bar to help a seemingly new bartender whip up a martini. You wait patiently, watching the way his mouth moves and his hands gesture as he corrects the bartender on their…technique, or something. You have no idea. From afar, he looks equally as intimidating, if not more so. The lines of his body don’t indicate any kind of softness, and his shoulders are slightly hunched as if he’s ashamed of himself. You wonder if he does bicep curls in a concrete room for hours until he sweats out all of the vulnerability. Or maybe he runs from it, in the early morning, breath labored and lungs aching until his sneakers are worn out.

“You don’t do names?” you ask him as soon as he returns, and his time he doesn’t even pretend to hide his exasperation, rolling his eyes again before resting his elbows on the bar so that his face is inches away from yours. Your heart lurches. A quick glance around rewards you with a few of the patrons regarding you with a vague amount of interest—and concern.

“Listen. I’m not a therapy session bartender,” he says with enough disdain to cause your eyebrows to raise in surprise. “I like the theory of it. The drink making. That’s it. Talk to that guy,” he continues, gesturing to a fellow bartender with a man bun and gauges who’s currently chatting up the only other person sitting on the other end of the bar. “He’s chatty.”

This close-up, you can see the dark circles around his eyes, his slightly chapped lips. You get a brief urge to trace the wrinkles across his forehead with the pads of your fingertips, but you hold off, of course. The man seems like he’s too old for anyone. He’s lived a million lifetimes.

“I don’t want to talk to that guy,” you say, feeling emboldened. I want to talk to you. “No offense.”

Something in his expression flickers back to life once more, like a butterfly trying to fly without one of its wings.

“Miguel,” he says after a while, sounding pained. You tell him your name, and he gives no indication that he’s registered it.

“Do you wanna open a tab, or close it?” Miguel asks then, and his voice sounds weightier.

“...Keep it open.”

***

The bar is sweltering, but the cold, sour tang of the mojito keeps you cool as you watch Miguel make his way across the bar to help mix drinks for other patrons. You feel pinned to your stool somehow, like a bug under a microscope, even though Miguel doesn’t spare another glance in your direction. The music in here is alright, but not noteworthy. You wish you had someone to dance with.

The bartender with the man bun makes you another mojito before you can say otherwise, but it tastes different somehow. Too much mint maybe. Not enough bitterness. Miguel’s theory seems to be wrong; you scan the bar for other tall glasses with sprigs of bright green mint and find none. After brief consideration, you decide not to bother him any further by informing him of this fact.

The bar gets increasingly more crowded as the night goes on, and it becomes abundantly clear that Miguel isn’t going to check on you again. You want to believe it’s because he’s too busy, but you wonder if you made the wrong impression somehow. You wonder why you care. You hate that you do.

You settle your tab and gather your things before buttoning your coat and setting off into the night. Your two drinks have muddled your senses just so, but not enough to be completely disorienting. On the precipice of happy, maybe.

As you zip your coat up to your chin and walk down the sidewalk, you think about going home to your studio apartment and cuddling with your cat Cinnamon. You think about hopefully getting a few hours of sleep before the workday comes back around in the morning to swallow you whole once again. You think about the harsh line of Miguel’s jaw, about the fact that he’ll likely forget about you come morning.

“Every bartender hates me,” you repeat to yourself—a truly harrowing fact—before shaking your head and walking down the steps into the subway.

a/n: lmk if you enjoyed/if you wanna see more—mwah x

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Oh, if only. This Beaux Arts townhouse mansion on the Upper West Side of New York City has a mansard roof and took from 1899 to 1902 to build. It has 5 floors of living space with 5bds, 5full and 2 1/2baths. It's priced at $24M.

This is a multi-family home and we're looking at the main residence. Isn't the entrance hall stunning? I wasn't expecting black, and with it's modern art, it's certainly not stuffy and dated.

Lovely sitting room and look at the whimsical fireplace.

I know that the furnishings aren't included, but the artsy wallpaper will remain.

Isn't this stunning?

They did millions of dollars worth of reno in this home. Look at the marble walls.

This is the elevator.

I'm assuming that this is the main bedroom. What wallpaper.

Wow, what a bathroom.

Beautiful home office.

Have you ever seen a kitchen like this? The fireplace, crown molding, and gray cabinets are so different.

Here's a tranquil sitting room off the kitchen.

Interesting. This room has the coffee table set with dishes. Must be a place to entertain a smaller group.

This has to be the trippiest kids room I've ever seen.

Every room in this home is so beautifully done in a different style.

Bath with two-tone tile.

This lounge has a bar.

Pretty guest powder room.

Wow, it has gargoyles.

What a stunning home, inside and out.

[visit-new-york]

New York City

New York tumblr more photos here New York City, often simply referred to as NYC, is one of the most iconic and vibrant cities in the world. Located in the northeastern part of the United States, it is situated on the southeastern tip of the state of New York. With a population of over 8 million residents within the city limits and over 20 million in the greater metropolitan area, it is the most populous city in the United States.

Geography and Layout: New York City is composed of five boroughs: Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, The Bronx, and Staten Island. The city is located on a series of islands and connected by bridges and tunnels. Manhattan, the heart of the city, is where many of its most famous landmarks are located. It is divided into several neighborhoods, each with its own distinct character and atmosphere. The city is known for its impressive skyline, dominated by iconic skyscrapers like the Empire State Building, One World Trade Center (Freedom Tower), and the Chrysler Building.

Culture and Diversity: One of New York City's defining characteristics is its incredible diversity. People from all over the world have made the city their home, resulting in a rich tapestry of cultures, languages, cuisines, and traditions. This diversity is celebrated through various cultural events, festivals, and neighborhoods that showcase the heritage of different communities.

The city's cultural scene is unparalleled, with world-class museums such as the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA), and the American Museum of Natural History. Broadway, located in the Theater District of Manhattan, is synonymous with American theater and is famous for its top-tier productions.

Economy and Business: New York City is a global economic powerhouse. Its financial district, centered around Wall Street in Lower Manhattan, is home to some of the world's largest and most influential financial institutions. The city's economy is incredibly diverse, encompassing finance, media, technology, fashion, tourism, and more.

Education and Research: The city boasts some of the world's most prestigious universities, including Columbia University, New York University (NYU), and The City University of New York (CUNY) system. These institutions contribute to the city's reputation as a hub for research, innovation, and intellectual exchange.

Cuisine and Culinary Scene: New York City is a culinary melting pot, offering an array of dining options that reflect its multicultural makeup. From street food carts offering hot dogs and pretzels to high-end restaurants serving international cuisines, the city caters to all tastes and budgets. Iconic foods like New York-style pizza, bagels, and deli sandwiches are part of the city's culinary fabric.

Transportation: The city's extensive public transportation system, which includes the subway, buses, and ferries, is a crucial part of daily life for millions of residents and visitors. The yellow taxi cabs are also an iconic symbol of the city's transportation.

Landmarks and Attractions: New York City is home to an impressive array of landmarks and attractions. Some of the must-visit places include:

Times Square: A bustling commercial and entertainment hub known for its bright lights, theaters, and New Year's Eve celebrations.

Central Park: An expansive green oasis in the heart of Manhattan, offering a retreat from the urban hustle and bustle.

Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island: Iconic symbols of American freedom and immigration history.

Brooklyn Bridge: A historic suspension bridge connecting Manhattan and Brooklyn, offering stunning views of the city skyline.

Rockefeller Center: A complex of commercial buildings, famous for its ice-skating rink and the Top of the Rock observation deck.

The High Line: A unique elevated park built on a former railway track, offering a serene escape above the city streets.

Museums and Art Galleries: In addition to the aforementioned museums, NYC is home to the Guggenheim Museum, Whitney Museum of American Art, and more.

Challenges and Opportunities: Despite its allure, New York City also faces challenges such as high living costs, traffic congestion, and issues related to affordable housing. The city has shown resilience in the face of challenges, and initiatives are continually being developed to address these concerns and create a more equitable and sustainable future.

In summary, New York City is a dynamic and multifaceted metropolis that captivates visitors and residents alike with its cultural richness, economic vitality, and unparalleled energy. Its ability to constantly reinvent itself while honoring its history makes it a truly remarkable and enduring global city.

[llycaons]

Section Six: Part XVIII

The shame corner for naughty fanfiction: fics with issues within the actual work (mostly minor)

specifics: these issues are mostly background 3zun, hints of jl/lsz, and some weird gender and/or sex stuff. I put the better ones first and the worst ones later. still read the author notes and everything but I genuinely think these are good quality besides their issues. most of the author issues here are also less serious than they were in the previous section

*grave goods* by luckymarrow                

summary: a modern AU work exploring mortality and grief, set in NYC. wwx is a mortician and lwj is a lawyer advocating for trafficked women and undocumented immigrants, like his late mother was. this was a realistic and compassionate look at death from both a professional and personal standpoint in ways that I found very cathartic and personally meaningful. the way lwj’s mother was discussed made me really emotional and his arc regarding her came full circle so beautifully towards the end. and a-yuan was REALLY cute, I think they captured him so well. it has a hopeful finale, but it really puts you through the ringer. it did get a little corny towards the end tho. either canon but more novel in the sex scenes check author notes for warnings pertaining to death and grieving, child death, domestic violence, family death, femicide (though not named as such), and suicide some of the sex scenes are really hardcore bdsm so just keep that in mind but everything is clearly consensual and safe work issues: this work is in this section because one of the sex scenes incorporates cnc but it’s like two lines, and like I said above it’s all clearly consensual author issues: has written genderbends

*paired wings soaring by typefortydeductions

summary: in this modern british AU, lwj (poetry translator) and wwx (artist) move in with lwj’s aging mother (a poet in exile from china) after she has a fall. the tenderness and heart and romance of this was so beautiful, especially with how it tied into wwx’s art pieces subtle references to domestic violence/abuse re: mama lan situation. nothing is gratuitous or even spelled out explicitly work issues: there was a short scene of (consensual-after-the-fact) somnophilia and some…weird things in some of the sex scenes. the bdsm was written better than in most fics, and I did like that they focused more on trust, but some of them still skeeved me out lxc is with jgy in this, and he does not turn out to be evil or betray him or anything and it ends with 3zun so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ also when wwx proposed to lwj he went down on both knees because he’s a sub 😭 aneeway author issues: has written cnc, dubcon, genderbends, A/B/O and 3zun

*The Shape of Your Love (is Horny) by Vamillepudding

summary: demon influencer wwx meets and then tries to romance a mortal lwj without knowing much about how humans work, despite having lived on earth for years and watching a lot of demon porn about humans. just really silly and off the wall. they nail lwj being a weirdo and this makes him really compatible with non-human wwx. the way they had instant chemistry and fell right into a relationship was so low-drama and sweet. based on the title you’d think there are weird sex things going on but it’s actually rated just T. nhs is great and there’s a ton of really funny lan family moments and jc stuff too. an extremely good comedic work work issues: unfortunately the other main couple is jgy/lxc author issues: see above - xiyao

*happy not knowing by plonk

summary: this bold author dared to ask the question: what if lxc was incredibly stupid? what if he didn’t realize his brother was gay? what if he was offensively, hilariously, absurdly oblivious to the fact that wwx and lwj were together in a romantic and sexual sense? while they all lived together in CR? for years? the result is a very funny multi-POV tale lasting five+ years that at the end reached heights of heteronormative nonsense so extreme that it was genuinely hurtful. but I love that lxc is the butt of every joke and mocked at every turn, presented as foolishly oblivious while everyone else knows the truth. I adore qin su in this, and the rest of the story actually goes quite well for everyone compared to canon, so it’s a lot more lighthearted wq and jc is a background pair (that lxc is equally oblivious to), but they showed up only once or twice and jc doesn’t abandon her clan to death in this AU so I don’t mind as much if lxc’s inability to see wx’s relationship as romantic is upsetting instead of humorous to you, this may be a fic to skip. the other characters do see and support wx even when lxc doesn’t work issues: although not treated as important, the line that established wx were sleeping together stated that their first time was when wwx was drunk. wwx refers to himself once as a wife. there’s a scene of somnophilia (sort of?), which I found very uncomfortable even if it was consensual. it also leans into wx having loud and aggressive sex everywhere in CR, and it’s implied they have sex outside where juniors saw them so 😬 author issues: has written genderbends and A/B/O

remember how the morning will arrive by remiges

summary: a three-part series focused on lqr, who, postcanon, continues to grapple with his personal history of child sexual abuse at the hands of his older brother. this is an intense work, but not graphic or gratuitous, and it has a hopeful ending. it incorporates an interesting and unique backstory for lqr and madam lan, and the way it handles trauma and evokes emotion is incredibly powerful and cathartic despite lqr’s very bleak and painful history, and lqr shares moments of solidarity with other survivors of sexual abuse. the novel-leaning characterizations were overall quite good work issues: I really liked the first two parts of this series, but the third one disappointed me. lqr stumbles upon a (non-graphic) cnc roleplay scene with wx and, understandably, loses his shit. it’s handled about as well as it could be by the characters, lqr is immediately told that what’s happening in consensual, and once he has a few days to process he’s like ‘yeah that’s your business it’s fine,’ which like. idk it felt shitty to make him see that and then say that. the finale of this series does wrap up the story in a really satisfying way, I just wish the author hasn’t been so faithful to the novel wx dynamics and then go a step further by having their fictional survivor of csa validate rape roleplay too? author issues: cnc

kick at the darkness ‘til it bleeds daylight by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool

summary: *deep breath* canon divergent parent trap AU where a-yuan had a twin brother, and in the confusion of nightless city, wwx and lwj are both injured in ways that lead them to believe the other AND one of the twins is dead. afterwards, they each raise one twin, lwj in CR and wwx as a rogue cultivator hiding his identity, neither realizing the truth. 16 years later, the twins meet on a night hunt, figure out who they are, and switch places to figure out the story and get their parents together. the style for this fic was super fun, and I thought the humor, characterizations, and relationship writing were just excellent. jyl is alive, and lxc plays a much different role in wx’s relationship; the darker elements juxtapose the lighter ones quite nicely. while the relationships between all of the ‘good guys’ lacked the drama and tension of canon, flashback-era wx were just devastatingly romantic and tender, and their post-reunion relationship is very sweet. there’s a surprise f/f ship we see towards the end! the finale gives some quieter characters a chance to shine, though I did find it a bit silly and melodramatic personally there was way too much kid content compared to wx content, but that’s just a preference on my end. if you like the juniors you’ll probably enjoy that part more than I did. just see the notes about it, because… work issues: you know how fucking mad I am that this fic started hinting that jl had a crush on lsz. here they’re closer in age and technically only family friends since wwx isn’t in the picture, but there’s no excuse for ljy to then start crushing on wwx’s kid who switches spots with lsz. like, obvs I still consider it incest but ig in-universe it’s only not incest by the barest of technicalities 🙄 none of the kids actually get together in the fic itself, but it was just SO annoying and gross and then the author had to be like ‘lol they start dating’ in the notes after the last chapter. shut UP! author issues: xiyao, niyao, and 3zun

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[fromchaostocosmos]

The flags of Hamas's Izz al-Din Qassam Brigade, Hezbollah, and alleged Popular Front For the Liberation of Palestine subsidiary Samidoun Palestinian Prisoner Solidarity Network as Within Our Lifetime were unfurled, and protest organizer Nerdeen Kiswani described the massacre exhibit as "nothing more than Zionist propaganda."

As participants marched through Wall Street with the Hezbollah and Al-Qassam flags in plain view, one sign  could be seen in a WOL video that said, "Zionists are not Jews and not humans." The protest was part of a "citywide day of rage for Gaza" organized by WOL, in which participants were encouraged to engage in protests before dispersing into autonomous groups to rally against "cultural institutions invested in genocide" such as the American Museum of Natural History, the Metropolitan Museum, the Museum of Modern Art, the Whitney Museum, and the Brooklyn Museum. Before marching to Wall Street, where the exhibit was held, demonstrators rallied at Union Square. The Hezbollah flag and PFLP were prominently displayed at the protest, according to the WOL video, and the activists holding the Hezbollah flag wore a Hamas headband. According to Freedom News, Protesters unfurled a banner with the Samidoun logo that read "Long Live October 7th." 

[lazymonth]

Part 1 Winter-spider’s suits!

The idea is from @hollowsart about if spider-sona having a game for them self. And now she have a different suits to wear and a special ability or boost in some suits!

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Default : nothing are good then the classic one. Win still remember the time when Vulture showing up with this amazing suit. Well, of course only her stupid mind can’t make like web shooters and web-wigs right?

Western : silly cowboy suit that Win have a little reference when she’s fought with Shocker. She’s always surprised him when showing up in this suit, maybe he like this style. Who knows? ( this suit unlocks the special rope, when you throw it at the enemy it will automatically tie it and you can swing them around )

Chinese : in the name of Asia people of course Win went to Chinatown sometimes both fight with inner demon and just relax. This little fancy suit is a little gift from people in here. Kinda heart warming ( boost speed and physical attack )

Back home : even it’s have a thai community in LA but not much in NYC so Win trying her best to being a little soft power of thai people in this city. And there come of this suit, represent the thai cultural mixing a little bit with modern booths

Renaissance : Win is a artistic and for some reason she feel like her grandpa, The Vulture is too. While she's walking around the house Win sneak into Adrian's room and accidentally found a big renaissance art on the wall, it's kinda unexpected a bit if completed with other stuff in the room like punk rock looking poster and.. skull? But at least she know her grandpa have a beautiful art picture in his room

Homemade : the beginning of hero life is this suit. Even she doesn't have a web shooter or any gadget but hey, this is a good start!.. i think?

Believer, Follower, Forever ( Mysterio suit ) : even she's the person who put Quentin Beck into jail but he's one of her most favourite person too, both her co-worker and a good friend. Surprise to Beck, one day before Villains con event his enemy coming to ask him to make a suit for her but— Mysterio can't reject his fan club so.. here is it! ( Have a special ability to dash by turning herself into a green smoke and the enemy can't making any damage while she's dashing. She's also turn into smoke when using web-wigs mode )

[evelyns-nyc-fashion-study-tour]

Blog Post #1: "Sleeping Beauties: Reawakening Fashion" Exhibit

This past Thursday, August 29, 2024, our Study Experience for NYC Fashion Students course visited the "Sleeping Beauties: Reawakening Fashion" exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art (The MET) in Manhattan. Before the visit, I had only a limited understanding of the collection. Although the theme is well-known due to the famous gala, I was less familiar with the inspiration behind it. I was intrigued to learn more about the curation process and the ideology driving the exhibit.

In my research, I discovered that the name "Sleeping Beauties: Reawakening Fashion" reflects the reanimation of historical or retired garments, allowing them to be experienced as originally intended. The exhibit incorporates modern technology, such as artificial intelligence and computer-generated imagery, with traditional methods like x-rays, animation, light projections, and soundscapes. After learning this, I was eager to see how the curators combined past works of art with contemporary technology to create this sensory-driven experience.

I first encountered this blend of technology and historical fashion upon entering the exhibit. On one side of the wall was a 19th-century gown with intricately designed beadwork depicting a sky with the sun emerging from behind clouds. This gown, designed by Charles Frederick Worth, had suffered beadwork deterioration over time. The MET curators revived this garment through a three-dimensional animation of a woman dancing. This computer-generated imagery demonstrates how the gown was designed to move and flow with the wearer, further providing the viewer with a more profound insight into 19th-century fashion.

One of my favorite sensory experiences offered by the exhibit was the "Blurred Blossoms" collection. I found it fascinating how many garments from different periods featured a similar blurred floral pattern. For example, an 18th-century robe à la française showcased this fabrication design, achieved through a process called chiné à la branche. During this process, warp threads are dyed in groups before weaving. In order to create the watercolor effect, the weaver would slightly pull the threads. In contrast, a 1950s gown in the same collection had a similar blurred floral effect but used a different technique. The chiné à la branche method, which was less labor-intensive and costly, allowed this optical illusion. Although both garments provide the same sensory experience, each reflects the fabrication techniques of its time. I enjoyed witnessing the evolution of dyeing processes used to achieve these captivating effects.