#muse: rivkah

[lizzorasaurus]

Her name is Rivkah and shes a Pharasman warpriest!

She is an aasimar with lillend azata heritage! (Chaotic good muse snake angels!!!l)

She's chaotic neutral!

She's autistic!

Her parents owned a funeral home and were murdered by a necromancy cult when they couldn't pay blackmail money - she was taken in by the pharasman church and became a nun and learned to fight undead real good.

She likes pastries and scones!

She lies about relatively harmless stuff because she thinks it's funny.

She's soft, but strong as fuck - and has an angelic dumptruck ass.

She hates ladders, heights, and deep water. She is unsure if she likes horses or not!

I LOVE HERRRRRRRRRR

blorbo from my very scary and hard horror campaign my beloved

[magicalgirlfumiko]

“ May it be Your will, Adonai our God, that enmity will end and this new year will bring peace for us and the entire world. May it be your will, Adonai our God, that this year be full of joyful dates and meaningful relationships. “

[rivkahstudies]

Midnight musings: send me asks and request posts

It is my bedtime and I'm in a "conquer the world" mood. Send me asks. Play games. Tell me about your day. Describe your crush. Ask advice. Request study posts you want to see. Speak to me in our target languages. I will respond to everything when I wake up... it will keep me motivated and make up for my work shift tomorrow. 😘

[goldzweig]

12:15pm - GRAPEVINE EPISODE #46: The episode fades in to the sound of various clips from news coverage of the music festival over the weekend.

Each piece of audio sets the scene - there’s a “before” video in which someone expresses excitement, having just reviewed the lineup. Another, from a local radio station, announcing the location, the date, the headlining bands. There’s all the usual buzz words - anticipated, must-attend, free. Overestimations of the festival as the event to ring in the end of summer. The clips are disparate, and overlapping, layering until it’s hard to make out any one voice.

And then, there’s a volta as the overlapping voices give way to one a single clip, pulled from a small-time YouTube "news” channel, layered over a very funky song. The voice reports: “Attendees of a local New York City music festival are still trying to determine what exactly happened at the event over the weekend, after an unlisted act took the stage and the entire audience broke out into an impressive flash mob that none of them recall rehearsing for. I’m in the studio with-” And the voice fades out, cut off by artfully edited in static, as the intro tapers off, finally giving way to a familiar voice.

“If you live in New York, maybe you heard about what happened at this festival over the weekend. Or maybe you didn’t. Let’s face it, so much fucked up shit happens around here, I don’t blame you if you can’t keep up with all of it. 

“It’s easy to tune it out, to let it fade into the background like an underscore. Until it happens to you. And the real stories? The real stories are so much fucking weirder and better than any of the rumors.

“So if you haven’t heard about New York’s latest wild one, stick around. Because fuck, guys. Do I have a story for you.”

-- Objectively, it’s the most interesting, coherent episode of her podcast she’s put out so far, and for good reason. Her raw audio isn’t the best at times, muffled when she had to shove her microphone in her purse, almost entirely drowned out by the sound of her drumming, but when she trims away at the excess or unusable material, the narrative almost writes itself. 

Throughout, the raw footage is dispersed with exposition, clarifying details where the actual events are shaky, using the audio to corroborate her story, using the explanation to corroborate the wild rumors that have been circulating since the event. 

This is how she frames the events:

It starts in media res. An unscheduled act has taken the stage in the middle of a planned event, after what sounds like an altercation takes place backstage. As soon as S Ray, the musician in question, starts playing, the audience falls into a trance, dancing in synchronicity. This is where Rivkah’s recorder clicks on, and she starts pulling audio. 

She describes the feeling, even with her headphones on, of feeling detached from herself, compelled away from her own sense of free will. She explains how the they discovered that the more interference they created with her ability to hear the music, the more sound of mind they felt. She highlights the moment she turns up the levels on her Zoom recorder, filling the audio with the sound of static to cancel the noise until she could get a chance to put the earplugs in, and readjust the levels. 

And then, the story takes a turn, sounding more and more like the plot of a very weird movie. She leans heavily on the audio to make her tale at all believable. Rivkah leaves in the best clips - realtime jokes they exchanged, S Ray’s music in the background, about mind control and synchronized dancing. Making sure each of them had earplugs in and secure - in the ears, not up the nose. The audio of Rivkah bickering with Parker over who thought of the idea for a Battle of the Bands-esque scenario first. The group decides, with little commentary from Rivkah’s retrospective, to take up instruments and attempt to drown out the sound of S Ray’s song, in the hopes of freeing the zombified audience.

She plays the first few notes of their song, their amateur attempt at fighting back with the power of music. Here, Rivkah stops the tape. She reels, even with her script in front of her, for the right words to describe what happened visually. The sound avatars that emerged from each of them as their took up their instrumental weapons. She describes her own, the garish golden kangaroo, and S Ray’s, the cricket. She spends five minutes speaking in pure, unadulterated animation, and slowly brings the music into the background, competing songs eventually taking center stage.

And finally, the crowd comes back to life with their victory. To polish it off, Rivkah leaves in the clip of her rushing the mic at the end, plugging her own podcast to the disconcerted audience, before hopping off the stage - and the audio cuts out for good.

After almost all the facts are on the table, she gives herself the liberty of editorializing, bookending the story by cycling back to the very beginning. At the food tents, at a table selling water (and also jerk chicken), a man in fantastically vintage clothing hands off earplugs to each of them - which was weird, but charmingly eccentric - and makes a point to advertise his SoundCloud, passing off a business card. 

As for S Ray, she paints him as neither good nor bad. She confesses to his his talent, but voices a concern for the ethics of what can only be described as... mind control? She comments on the passivity in the media coverage, the complacency of New York in its acceptance of and desensitization to the weird. She reflects on the beauty in synchronicity of observing the crowd in unison, and finally - she admits to what she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know why it happened, or how, or if it ever will again. “If I had to guess,” she muses towards the end of the hour, “I can’t imagine that’s the last I’ll ever hear about that guy.” 

As a closing thought, she offers the only source she can for anyone that, like her, is still looking for more, true answers: Ray’s music, available now on SoundCloud. She promises to make the link available on her website. She advises anyone interested in the uncut audio to shoot her an email. And she signs off.

[fierce-existentialism-blog]

This last week was such a whirlwind of emotion and gratitude and I am face to face with the undoubted surreal nature of my life.To think a month ago I was barely able to accept that I had the amazing positive and shockingly devoted group of friends that I do, and now not only do I embrace that and protect them with the same devotion I have begun to let a more intimate kind of love back into my life. 

As someone on the aromantic spectrum (in addition to the Autism spectrum) it’s hard to really pinpoint how I fall in love. I know I’m not truey aromantic, I recently heard the term qausi-romantic at pride and perhaps that suits better as it falls somewhere in between demiromantic and grey-romantic. Even still with all these new labels and such to prescribe to the way my emotional intimacy - or lack there of - with partners works, I still wonder if maybe I am just afraid of attachment and that is all it is.

Attachment issues in relationships of all kinds has been something I have had to struggle with my entire life. And now... here I am. Accepting at least one great love into my life. I didn’t think I would ever be able to open up myself like this to someone ever again. And here he walks into my life. My Shadow, my Ari. 

Though a bit ridiculous at times, he is passionate and heartfelt. His unashamed romanticism not only towards his partners but all aspects of his life greatly reminds me of my father. They are also both huge drama queens and divas. So there is that. 

Besides him I have My Boy. I have never before felt this vaguely parental kind of protectiveness over someone. I need to protect him and guide him and also help him tone down the excitement at times. Even so... his brain has such a thirst for information and is able to provide me with just as much information too. It’s a shame our time will be cut short soon. He will be going back to the midwest for school in September but it is his last year so we will be together again soon enough. 

And then there is... gosh... I don’t know what to make of him. I thought I did in the beginning. It was exciting and fun and fiercely cognitive. And then... I got scared and busy. I let myself get lost in other lovers, friends, events and obligations and ignored this Potential. And now today after spending so much time with him and confronting how we felt. What we want. For a moment I had this fleeting thought that he served a similar purpose to me as I do for my Ari. But that it isn’t quite it. If My Ari is my partner in writing the narrative, and My Boy is the one I tell it to, then this is the man I perform with. I suppose he is my Muse.

I have opened my heart to love. I have three amazing partners. I am starting an adventure with a fourth and will update on that as it develops, but for now. 

My Shadow.

My Boy.

My Muse.

Know that I love you and how grateful I am to be a part of your lives and for you to be a part of mine.

-Rivkah

[deutschstyle-blog]

New Post has been published on http://deutschstyle.net/2017/10/24/enchanted-woodland-wedding-shooting-mit-kirschbluten-2.html

Enchanted Woodland Wedding-Shooting Mit Kirschblüten

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Enchanted Woodland Wedding-Shooting Mit Kirschblüten

Das charmante Wald-wedding-Shooting ist inspiriert von Belle, es ist voll von schönen details und frischen Frühlings-vibes

Heute sind wir teilen ein Geheimnis und Magie-wedding-Shooting tief in den Wäldern! Becca an Rivkah Fotografie zusammen mit den Planern und Gestaltern in Rot Efeu Lauf mit dem magischen Thema, erstellen einen visionären Tag direkt aus einem Märchen.

Versteckt im Regenwald von Sooke, British Columbia liegt Cedar Haven Hochzeiten, ein Ort mit üppigen Farn, Zedernholz, und die grünen Gaben von der Westküste. Dieses Heiligtum, wie der name verkündet, ist wirklich ein Paradies, diente als perfekte Kulisse für unsere modernen Märchen Flucht. Führen durch Neulinge in der Hochzeit der Industrie, Rot Efeu und Ingrid Rose Floral Artistik, die Farbpalette und die vision dieses magischen Tages war letztlich bestimmt durch den Wechsel der Jahreszeiten.

Als der winter wurde Frühling und die Kirschblüten begannen zu blühen, die Stylisten wählten weichen mauves, blush Pink und Elfenbein, ergänzt durch ein pop rosa – ist eine ode an den start des Frühlings und der Farben zu kommen. Natürlich, kein Märchen ist komplett ohne eine muse. Die muse hier war Belle, eine starke weibliche Hauptrolle, die sich gegen die gesellschaftlichen Ideologien Ihrer Zeit und hat uns alle wollen den Kopf in die Buchhandlung, lassen Sie es sich in einem bequemen Stuhl, und Lesen Sie von weit Weg Abenteuer.

Die Braut trug ein Maggie Sottero Kleid von Blush Bridal Boutique, mit royal Haar-und make-up von Prive Beauty Lounge. Hat Sie sich nicht porträtieren Belle, der beste Weg möglich? Studio 745 brilliant, Kalligraphie brachte die Geschichte zum Leben. Ingrid Rose Floral Kunst ist das wahre Genie hinter, Kirschblüte, hintergrund und all die wunderschönen floralen details.

Die Braut trug einen V-Ausschnitt Spitze bodice brautkleid mit layered Tüll und Spitze applique Rock von Maggie Sottero

Ich bin völlig Liebe die cherry blossom wedding arch, sofort die shoot-look-spring-like

Die Hochzeit tablescape war weiß mit Silber Geschirr, Kupfer Besteck, rosa Brille und mercury Glas Kerze-Halter, und die Blumen sah ziemlich wild-Stil

Solche magischen Fotos wie dieses, mit dem paar sitzt im Wald, sind atemberaubend

Blick auf das Herzstück getan in den Farben lila, rot und mit weißen Blüten

Hübsche kleine vintage details Hinzugefügt, verfeinert das Gefühl für das Schießen und kontrastiert mit bemoosten Bäumen

Beachten Sie die wunderschönen vintage Tisch mit Büchern und einer einzelnen Blüte in ein Glas cloch, solche coolen details hinzufügen, um das Aussehen

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[magicalgirlfumiko]

“.....According to my research in the Torah, It turns out that your weakness isn't the color blue after all, just angry packs of badgers.” 

[magicalgirlfumiko]

“I have in my heart a dream, I raise a flag of peace, But in my dream stands a wall, Full of pain and full of sadness.“

[magicalgirlfumiko]

“לשנה הבאה בירושלים‎ L'shanah haba panim al panim Next year, face to face.”

[magicalgirlfumiko]

“Growing up watching British mysteries gave me an unfair expectation of the number of trains I would be running to catch.“

[magicalgirlfumiko]

What was Rivkah's mother like?

“Mother was there. Caring and full of nothing but kindness. She’d said tell me that things always get better, always get better. But then my sister was possessed by a dybbuk and it eventually killed her. Mom was never quite the same the same afterwards. I don’t think she could handle it. I was already a teenager by that point, so I left home to study Kabbalistic texts. Just so no one has to suffer like big sis or my mother did.”

[magicalgirlfumiko]

Rivkah 

 --conventional 

- entails a lotta boring mumbling 

 - gives dull speeches 

Saraneth 

- might cast cool spells 

- knows lots of great excuses for why she doesn’t show up to places on time 

- definitely knows how to get the really good drugs

[magicalgirlfumiko]

“...It is only with the heart that one can see rightly.”

 “What is essential is invisible to the eye.”

[magicalgirlfumiko]

“Expanding to fill the entire corpus.”

“Retracting to a room inside a room, the smallest, most compact of spaces” 

“Expand. Contract. Like breath, neshema, another word in Hebrew for the soul”.

[magicalgirlfumiko]

“Elohai, neshama shenatata bi tehorah hi.”

[magicalgirlfumiko]

“ If you couldn't find any weirdness, maybe we'll just have to make some! “