#my personal photographer at this point

[keisuke-b]

sushi date w/ my baby @pswrld 🥴

[demadogs]

some of you need to hate ai way more than you currently do

[taylorrepdetective]

I know she had era tour but I don’t think I can do it w a broken heart is actually eras tour

I thought of this too. Maybe sometime down under? No way to know, but I did think the line she threw in at the end “Try and come for my job” might have hinted at something. I can read it both ways. As always, we’ll never know for sure. But I think it’s fair to say she has felt this way many times. It reminded me of Katy having to go on stage immediately after having her husband tell her he was filing for divorce. And it’s relatable. We’ve all had to put on a happy face at work and pretend things are fine at home.

[beaft]

my absolute favourite is when a narrative is defined by the absence of something or someone. it makes me go insane every time. i love it when a story feels like a fragile layer of ice over an abyss in which dark shapes are silently moving

[wickmitz]

what do you think mitzi’s type in men is?

hmm, this is a fun little ask! especially since her love interests, on a surface level, couldn’t be more different. we have :

zib : former long term boyfriend but not quite … they were very loose with labels, as we know from outside information and the way zib lives life in general. but despite this, whatever feelings fostered between them were intense ; enough so for him to stick around years later, resigned to a chained down lifestyle simply because he doesn’t want to leave mitzi. he’s very loyal in that sense! even if it’s not a conventional type of loyalty. we know that before bitterness seeped inbetween their bond that zib took good care of her, while also being a complete mess of a person ; someone perpetually scared whenever physical conflict is concerned and being a musically inclined man who very much treats himself as a free spirit, with a morbid philosophy and feel towards life. he’s got a major tortured artist aesthetic!! is a little gripped by melancholy and nostalgia … zib is a lot of things, and ambitious is surprisingly one of the many puzzle pieces that make up dorian zibowski.

atlas : ruthless gangster, has an eerie presence that frightens even the people closest to him. he is prone to a more quiet disposition ; never speaking and always a blot of unremarkable grey. but he is an opportunist! someone who can manage a business and take advantage of shortcuts and loopholes to become even more successful … basically he is wealthy and uses his assets well. but all of this is done with a manner of distance, leaving even those closest to him never having the full picture of who he was. it’s also worth noting that mitzi and him had eventual problems, which caused her to seperate. also perhaps has a heart of some kind, but whatever love he possesses is hidden under layers of blood and mystery.

wick : well-to-do bore, and i say this with all the love in the world for wick! but compared to previous paramours he’s rather clean and talkative … there is a constant earnestness to him that bleeds out, an honesty and a more conventional sort of kindness. he doesn’t hide behind smoke and mirrors and there’s never really a front he puts up around mitzi -- or his investors for that matter, hence why he’s treated as an ‘outsider’ so to speak. he is an alcoholic who loathes the details of his job but is more than passionate about the job itself and makes this everyone’s problem … he is a little helpless, in the sense he’d die without someone there to make sure he functions … and is, like zib, perpetually afraid of conflict. can be a little wishywashy and can come across as uncaring due to his cheeky tone … but he’s loyal and caring, with a hobby for the unusual ( bugs and rocks lol ) as well as being able to look past the gossip mill and see the actual mitzi may as he knows her, someone who’s going through a rough time and is either too kind or classy to be a brutal killer. he is hypocritical, a little snobby, and rather forward with mitzi too. kind of a flirt when he wants to be!

something that immediately stands out to me when looking at this lineup is that mitzi doesn’t enjoy a violent man. i don’t think she loathes someone who can so brutally or clinically remove others from this earth, but if she were to go for someone they’d usually be sweeter in a sense. it meshes well with her old personality and kinder heart, perhaps brings it out in her, and that sort of levity and breeziness is more enjoyable than, say, being fully aware of the dangers that lurk around every corner because the man you’re beside is prone to bringing it. she also enjoys more talkative types, someone who’s less quiet and demure and serious, and is keen on her men having a hobby they care deeply for ; some sort of long term goal to work towards doesn’t hurt either. and because of some scenes in the comic, i’m a firm believer that mitzi wants someone who can make her smile or laugh with ease, whether because they’re ridiculous by nature or genuinely funny! she has a sort of funny bone herself, enamored with gallow’s humor and darker jokes, so having someone who either a.) reacts hilariously in the face of her jokes or b.) who can return that energy with teasing or their own brand of silly is desirable. everyone could use a good laugh or two, a sense of joy injected into the bustling life they all live, and this all ties back to mitzi being more drawn towards the less stuffy types of men.

so atlas seems to be an outlier when it comes to her type in many ways, hence the later problems they apparently had in their relationship even if she did love him dearly. but, of course, atlas did have something very appealing to her that zib had failed to give, which she rather fondly recalls in the comic page vestige. whether zib likes acknowledging it or not, mitzi wasn’t as gungho about their normad life as he was … or, at the very least, when she lived another life besides that one, she realized she had a preference! and atlas gave her that path, that knowledge that she wanted something else, and seemingly for the very first time in her life … she felt like a proper lady, a feeling that clearly meant a lot to her. it wasn’t just the dresses or the wealth, it was the constant eye of atlas who could have any dame he wanted, but fancied her his wife regardless. it was having someone so respectable looking, dressed well and groomed well, being able to see her as something other than a sweating, exposed girl in a bawdy dress. atlas’s seemingly polite treatment towards mitzi was enough to garner her affections in spite of everything else, so i think she enjoys that now in others, ; folks who treat her as though she’s a woman in high society, men who don’t gawk at her or make lewd remarks immediately … she probably prefers the courting process now and the quaint dates ( that she doesn’t pay for, mind you ) that come along with it. she just -- likes mutual respect, i think. and who doesn’t? she’s been through a lot to get to where she is now, even if it’s a bad predicament, and she’d like for that to amount to something. some sort of acknowledgment, some kind of recognition.

however, it’s worth mentioning that her views on romance and all that it entails have been warped since the death of her husband. such a loss would change how anyone approaches their dating life, if they were to even have one afterwards … after all, mitzi’s whole problem is that she doesn’t want to move on from atlas and has thus completely romanticized him in her head, to the point that she earnestly believes she’ll be miserable forever without his presence. any problems she had with atlas have long since been erased by her tortured mind, leaving her with a profound misery she’s wallowing in. i think she believes herself as incapble of romantic or sexual inclinations nowdays, leading her to view the advances made towards wick as a necessary ‘evil’ for the sake of atlas may and little else -- when she genuinely does like sedgewick to a degree, and wouldn’t go on dates or kiss a man unless some part of her honestly wanted to do so. ( i also think she was attracted to wick somewhat even while married to atlas, but that’s besides the point ) so this is all a rather complicated affair! she is vulnerable and weak, is too aware of herself and the criminal underbelly squeezing in closer … add this on top of her still heavily grieving and having no one she feels she can talk to, you have someone who is rather changed. mitzi is so far removed from herself and who she truly is, or was, that there’s no doubt it’s affected her type ; now she’ll settle for anyone if they’ll just help her, and even then she’d be dispassionate if romantic entanglement of any kind was involved in that relationship. it’s not something she wants right now, and honestly, it all seems scary and daunting … besides atlas, zib was the only other man she’s ever loved enough to stay around for, so she’s never faced a loss like this before. has kept zib throughout all the turmoil and changes -- so this is, as far as we know, her first major loss where it concerns matters of the heart. it’s not shocking she’s so messed up after it, especially given how fresh it all still is. all of this rambling is to say that mitzi’s a little more stingy and cagey then she used to be about love or sex, and she has a lot of inner battles to face before she can fall for someone and be sure about it. needs to thaw, i think, and she would require patience and understanding from anyone who actually wanted to be with her. mitzi could move on with time ( i do not think she’s the type of widow who’d never date again! ) but it would take quite some time to do so. well, in a world where she’s allowed / is able to heal anyway!

while her type would probably remain the same, i could see her wanting a serious relationship more than she did prior to the death of her husband. has no energy for the loopholes, or the rationalizations, or the fickle nature that can grip someone’s heart. she has matured in a lot of ways since her band days and would take comfort in frivolous things like labels and promises of a future, together, as lovers. while what she had with zib was nice and is cherished alongside the freedom to do as she pleased while on the road with the band, i don’t think she misses it. having the stability and assurance of an actual relationship, with all the hardships that come with it, would be better suited for her. as long as she’s treated like an equal of course! i don’t think she’d be keen on her partner hiding anything from her, even if it’s meant to protect her, due to where that put mitzi when atlas was killed. she’d rather know and be disgusted, or worried, or scared than to not know about something at all until it’s too late … again. naturally patience and compassion would also be of importance, as would the usual things she loves like loyalty and a passion for something in life. and while never required, she’d be happy if the person possessed even a singular musical bone in their body! she still thinks artists, particularly musicans, are sexy after all … likes the angst and brooding that comes with it, the slight flare towards the dramatics … as long as they can handle mitzi in her pitiful entirety and do, to some degree, care deeply for her and will compromise … i think she could find some happiness wherever. bonus points if she can live comfortably for the rest of her days too, lord knows she’s tired of the constant battle of hucking and bargaining.

but yeah! mitzi’s love life is vast and complex and i definitely see her as someone who is more flexible in type than other people are. though there are similarities between her suitors if you really look! anyway, i hope i was able to briefly touch upon this subject because my shipping brain loved your question and kinda went into overdrive, alas. tldr ; her ideal type is wick sable. sorry. once wick learns an instrument the wedding is back on!! … i’m kidding lol. well, mostly <3

[seaofreverie]

Sparkstember Day 28: The Sparks Brothers

I'm not a movie person... So when I do actually rewatch a movie (I mean, even watch it, at ALL, haha) it must really mean that something is up. I mean, well, it also IS a thorough, highly enjoyable and visually appealing movie about a band that I've been so incredibly invested in for the past several months. So maybe it's a surprise that I don't watch it more often actually. Because one beautiful side-effect of seeing it each time was getting an unexpected and very strong surge of motivation to keep on going towards the things that matter to me the most, despite any and all obstacles that could appear on the way. Another side-effect of it is being happy and joyfull and being filled with warm feelings and thoughts for the whole following day at least. Usually up to 3 days afterwards actually.

But ok, of course, what I'm getting at is that the Maels' story is so incredibly inspirational. Seeing how they persevered through all those years and NEVER lost their spirit or their vision, never gave up... is not only moving but also something that reminds me that wow, so much *really* is possible. I spent so many years fully convinced that there are things that I'll never be able to achieve. And sure, some of them are indeed pretty unlikely to happen. But if you told me from even one year ago that I'd be making art daily and not dreading being so much as perceived anywhere in the great world (so, including the internet)... well, I would have not believed it at all. I really mean it when I say that I used to believe that there are things that I'll just never be able to do. It's like it was simply not meant for me to be able do it and have those experiences. And yet...!

There's a lot I owe Sparks and this is one of the biggest things I'll always be grateful for. They really changed my life for the better. Truly nothing else before them reaches the same degree of how much it helped me. And well, I'm saying this on TSB day because this is where this feeling of gratitude and feeling SO lucky becomes the strongest. And the beautiful thing about it all is that they were always just themselves. They had their vision, they knew what they wanted to do and didn't care about how it would be received. Which is such an important and meaningful message to me, I can't even express how huge it is to me to see these two people who only really had themselves and their endurance and got exactly where they wanted to be.

Alright, some less grandiose observations now. Well, let's start with the fact that this was by no means my introduction to Sparks but it still really cemented my love for them even more. I loved being reminded of their whole journey and learning more about it, and even moreso I loved being able to see more of their beautiful brotherly bond and their wonderful personalities. Truly no other people in this whole world make me as happy as them currently. And the brothers' sense of humour hits super close to mine, so this is also a time filled with genuine laughs (I die laughing at the absolutely true Sparks facts at the end EVERY TIME). And since I'm a huge fan of animation and mixed media art and such things, this was simply a joy to view for my more artistically-inclined side too.

And damn, those two hours and 15 minutes really fly by so fast. When I have to arrange a huge timeslot to watch it all in one go, because that's the only way to do it for me, and then it feels like no time has passed anyway. And even with so much being said there, it feels like there's still so much more to get to. But it's still enough to lift my spirits completely for a pretty long time. And to make me cry a lot of the time too... Absolutely impossible to not shed a tear by the end of it all. It's moving, it's funny as heck, it's super fun and it's absolutely beautiful and truly lifechanging. 💖

[badolmen]

make all the blue hair and pronouns jokes you like because it was unequivocally badass when that girl who was arrested last week ripped off her kufiya and mask at our unpermitted, unlawful assembly rally the other day and screamed that she wasn’t afraid of you, you’re the ones that are afraid of her: a 100lb, blue haired, pronoun using queer girl who won’t be intimidated into silence.

[britneyshakespeare]

anyway here are some cute pictures my friend took of me on the swing today

[mikimeiko]

I know I already picked a spot for this year, but this was just too perfect! There's nature BUT ALSO buildings are being built! So I guess I'm gonna do two this year? XD

(read about last year’s and how this works here)

[semiotomatics]

weird random 4am thoughts abt human bodies

sometimes i do wish i wasnt ace literally just bc im so fascinated by human bodies but i never get the chance to see any but my own!! like, ive been learning abt how hypermobile i am over the past few years, and i feel like i wouldve figured it out way earlier if id had other ppl to compare myself to. even just like, natural body variations are so cool to me. scars and birthmarks and wrinkles and stretchmarks and rolls and body hair and just! everything!

i wish nudity/the human body wasnt such a taboo in north american culture. ive even been tempted to watch porn literally just so i can see what other ppls bodies look like 😭😭😭 i do think thats why im so interested in watching medical/anatomy videos like the institute of human anatomy tho, and why ive considered going into the mortuary/funeral industry. i just think bodies are neat!

[bbeelzemon]

this cat at petco looks exactly like our cat squid. his name is vlad

[gynaiko]

ㅤㅤㅤSTELLA   IS   NOT   A   GOOD   MOTHER,   AT   ALL;   QUITE   NEGLECTFUL,   ACTUALLY.   THE   KIND   TO   SAY   ‘THAT’S   NICE,   DEAR’   WHILE   NOT   EVEN   LOOKING   AT   VIA.   HOWEVER,   I   DON’T   SUBSCRIBE   TO   FANON’S   GENERAL   INTERPRETATION   WHERE   SHE’S   APPARENTLY   WILLING   TO   KILL   HER   JUST   TO   SPITE   STOLAS.   WE   STILL   HAVEN’T   SEEN   HER   INTERACT   WITH   OCTAVIA   BUT   IF   SHE   TRULY   HATED   HER,   SHE   WOULD   HAVE   THROWN   A   FIT   WHEN   ANDRE   POINTED   OUT   VIA   WOULD   GET   EVERYTHING,

ㅤㅤㅤ&   WHEN   SHE   WAS   SCREECHING   AT   STOLAS,   ASKING   IF   HE   WAS   ‘TURNING   HER   ( VIA )   AGAINST   HER   ( STELLA )’   —   CLEARLY,   SHE   CARES   FOR   VIA.   AGAIN,   SHE’S   NOT   A   GOOD   MOTHER,   PERHAPS   NOT   CODDLING   OR   ‘MOTHERLY’   BUT   ENOUGH   THAT   VIA   HAS   GOOD   MEMORIES   OF   HER   ( PER   THE   LOO   LOO   LAND   EPISODE ),

ㅤㅤㅤREAD   THE   TAGS   FOR   MY   TINFOIL   HAT   RAMBLINGS ,

[raccoonspooky]

Lemme be a self insert for a moment and explain why Brahms and I would get along just fine:

I collect vintage porcelain dolls and have them all over my apartment.

Got kicked out of private school as a kid for behavioral reasons but also because I stole a golf cart and drove it into a ditch after punching a girl and locking her in the pool bathroom. Dont worry she super deserved it.

All through middle and high school i was the “puppet girl” who’d bring my fkn ventriloquist doll to school and carry him around to bother people with. His name was juan pablo and when I ran away from home my dad decided to take it out on my fkn puppet and rip his head and his arms off and drive around to find me to deliver me his corpse. He was also my prom date.

All through school again, I wanted to be artsy and wanted nothing to do with school after I left. I wanted no one to remember me so I took my photos in wigs and costume makeup and when allowed I wore masks. Literally a friend showed me a classmate’s tiktok that was showing my pictures saying “who the fuck is this bitch.”

My little art desk and workspace is literally under the stairs and I have a weird old timey “refrigerator” wooden cabinet where I store my junk in.

Used to live in a garage/basement for years. Once someone called the police on me because they thought I was breaking into the house, but no I lived there.

I make weird lil dioramas out of insects and random junk I find. I love finding weird little figures and dolls to put in my boxes.

I can play pretty much any stringed instrument.

I eat and live like a fucking goblin. Pretty much nocturnal.

My strap big.

[softquietsteadylove]

For the Thenamesh Photography AU:

How about a lingerie shooting with Thena. BUT there are other models too and she gets a little jealous! :D

"Gil, how's this?"

"Gil, what do you think?"

Gilgamesh looked up from his camera, trying not to let it show how annoyed he was becoming with the models chosen for this shoot. It was a big one--a very coveted spread for one of the biggest lingerie brands out there.

"Yoo-hoo, Gil!"

If only the models weren't so grating.

Gil looked down at the camera again. Half of the shots weren't particularly usable, as far as he was concerned. They weren't bad photos exactly, but they were striking such unnatural poses. It was like they were posing for a boudoir shoot instead of actually trying to model the product.

"What do you think of this one?"

And one of them kept leaning over to give him cleavage shots. Which maybe the brand would like, but they just weren't his thing.

"Y'know what," Gil sighed, hoping he didn't sound fucking exhausted. He reached up to turn the fans off, only worsening the heat from all the lights they had on. "Why don't we take five, hm? I want to, uh, look at the lighting a little."

"Okay!" the two models he'd been trying to get shots of all morning giggled, bouncing and jiggling off the set and forgoing their robes completely.

Gil shook his head. They were for their comfort, sure, but if he had a choice, he would have preferred they be clothed in more than undergarments too. But apparently what he wanted wasn't on their mind.

"Maybe we should ask him for help getting out of these."

"Shush!--he'll hear you!"

The two continued to giggle all the way into the other room, designated as their dressing room. Their personal affects, the pieces, hair and makeup as well as a proper changing curtain were all in there. They had invited him to come in to see 'something' multiple times, and he had declined each one.

Gil looked towards the back of the room, barely able to spot a head of blonde hair trying to hide away between the rest of the lighting equipment by the window.

Thena hadn't said a word all day.

Not since the other two models had turned up, at least. It was going to be just them at first, but the agency had notified them both pretty last minute that they had two other models who could wear some of the colours they thought weren't the best for Thena's palette.

He had heard the other two talking about Thena--saying she was stuck up and bitchy and hard to work with. Evidently they didn't know her very well. He wouldn't say he was her best friend or anything, but he at least knew Thena well enough to know that she was just...shy.

She didn't like being around people in general, and two was enough for her to feel crowded and suffocated. She could come off as defensive, sure. But she was sweet, if you weren't in her face annoying her. Or talking about her 'behind her back' with every intention of her hearing you.

"Hey."

Thena looked up as he leaned on the gear table beside her, matching her body language as he folded his arms and crossed one leg over the other. "Hey."

Gil leaned closer to whisper, "I need a break from those two. Can we do your sets next?"

"You're the photographer."

He tilted his head to get a good look at her.

That was all it took for her to loosen her posture, "sorry."

He smiled; see?--sweet. "It's been a long morning."

Thena unfolded from around herself, the sleeves of her satin robe shimmering with her every move. She peeked over at him, "did you get some good shots?"

Gil pretended to think, tapping his chin. Thena pursed her lips as he did. "No."

She laughed, although she pressed her lips together so her colleagues wouldn't think fun was being had without them (and come running out to join). "None?"

Gil sighed, ruffling his hair, "they're all...I dunno. They're too...much. They're trying way too hard, y'know?"

"Hm," Thena sufficed to say with a slow nod of her head. "They were...excited to work with you."

"Me?" Thena gave him a look just for asking, but he didn't really know what it was supposed to mean. He shrugged, "well, if they really want to work with me, then they can hit a frickin' pose the way I ask, just once. That'd be a good start."

Thena smiled more naturally, even angling herself towards him slightly, "I would offer to talk to them, but I believe it would do more harm than good."

Gil risked a look behind them to make sure they weren't listening in on them or anything. With the coast clear, he bumped his shoulder gently against Thena's, "if it gets them to leave?--anything."

Thena suppressed a little laugh again, and his knees nearly buckled at the sound. He hadn't realised how much he was longing to hear it. "I doubt we could be so lucky."

"Maybe not," he mumbled, looking her over again. She was still ready to start her part of the shoot, having waited patiently all this while. He reached out to the bouncy curls that had 'escaped' the clip at the back of her head. "This is pretty."

Thena blinked, seeming caught off guard by the statement. Her hand floated up to her hair somewhat aimlessly, as if in nervous reflex. "Oh, they, uhm...thanks."

Gil grinned; he wished he'd brought the camera over with him, because this smile...this was what he wanted.

"Gil?"

Thena's frown reappeared, and Gil felt incensed by the banishment of her smile. She shrunk down again, "your adoring fans are calling you."

He sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. "Stay still--I don't think they've seen me yet."

Thena peeked over at him--god, those eyes were killer. "You would neglect your fanclub?"

"Where'd you go, handsome?"

He tapped the back of her hand with the back of his, "I'd much rather be here."

Thena's expression softened exponentially, and he resolved to find a way to get that on camera, one day.

The door to the dressing room closed again and the two let out a sigh. Gil ran his fingers through his hair again, "jesus."

Thena leaned off the table at last, pulling her shoulders back and rising to her full height, "shall we?"

He grinned, following her to the white screen and lights. That was his Thena. He moved to his camera naturally, watching as Thena padded into the set so silently. He adjusted his focus.

Thena let her robe slip off her shoulders slowly, revealing just the pale length of her back until there was just a hint of the lace edge of the panties she had been given.

Gil rushed to duck behind his camera as she turned back to him. He was a professional! At least he was supposed to be...

"Hey!" the other models poked their heads out, "no one told us-"

"Will you not interrupt?!" Thena snapped at them, folding her robe around herself as she glared at them. See?--shy.

"Ugh," the gave her the same look of disdain they had been all day. They turned to Gil, "we're-"

"Give me the room," he added to Thena's somewhat harsher statement. He frowned, "she didn't interrupt during your time."

The models sighed but retreated, probably ready to talk shit about him after his offense.

Thena looked at him, slowly unfurling her robe again, "careful, Gil. They're liable to complain about you if you're not sugarcoating your every word for them."

Gil shrugged one shoulder, leaning up from the tripod with his hands in his pockets, "let 'em. I'll let the agency know I don't like any of the photos I have of their sets."

Thena laughed again, and he snapped a photo at just the right time.

"Well," she sighed, much more comfortable now that it was just the two of them. She may have arrived in a floor length skirt and turtleneck, but she was a professional, and she had no sheepishness as she stood under the lights, "where do you want me?"

Gil swallowed, averting his eyes from the sparkle of the cream coloured satin on her skin. "Actually, get the robe again?"

Thena obeyed, letting it hang in the crooks of her elbows. "Hm?"

"Yeah," Gil ruffled his hair again-again. "It's part of the lineup, right?"

Thena nodded, "it's all a matching set, I think."

"Great, so, uh," he blew out a breath, trying to pull himself together just a little. "Do that...that thing again?"

Thena blinked at him.

"Sorry," he laughed. Why was he so nervous? "Leave it hanging like that. And just kind of...turn away from me a little."

Thena angled herself, accentuating the slope of her waist, the sharpness of her hip bones and the softer swell of her bust. She let the robe slip a little lower, revealing the same lace edge.

The lighting created tiny divets of shadows in the dimples of her tailbone.

Gil snapped the picture, "great! That's perfect!"

Thena let his bizarre transition from nervousness to enthusiasm slide. She tilted her head at him, a few of those curls dancing around her face, "what else?"

"Uhm," Gil tapped his chin for real. She turned around again and he moved back to the camera. "Let me...think."

Thena allowed it, pulling her robe on but not folding it closed. She grinned, "you're not feeling shy, Mister Photographer...?"

Shy?--no.

Flustered?--hell yes."

[curiosity-killed]

@____@

[sadiecoocoo]

Was there ever a time that Peter was questioned for being able to get such good photos of Spider-Man while literally everyone else had no possible way of doing so 🤔