#nova writes joseph

[weclassybouquetfun]

I don't watch trailers as a rule (why yes, I do want a cookie and a pat on the back for that), so I don't know if what I considered film spoilers were true spoilers or if they were already shown in the trailers. I do know I couldn't avoid some spoilers on Twitter, but thankfully DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE is so much more than the spoiler moments.

Shawn Levy, Ryan Reynolds and Hugh Jackman, you did well.

All hail Kevin Feige, the mastermind at uniting the former Fox property with the MCU.

Feige flanked by his Marvel Universe-ers as he got his star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

Shawn Levy, Sebastian Stan, David Harbour,Emma Corrin, Ke Huy Quan, Hugh Jackman, Ryan Reynolds, Simu Liu Chris Pratt, Brie Larson and Kathryn Hahn of the forthcoming WANDAVISION spinoff AGATHA something..

It has gone through so many titles, I forget what it landed on.

Oh, yes. It went back to the top. AGATHA ALL ALONG with HEARTSTOPPER's Joe Locke.

But that is a topic for another day. Today is all about DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE, which, to me, is the best DEADPOOL. Yes, it's full of fan service. When is fun a bad thing?

When is whimsy a bad thing? What helps the film to not be mired in a quip a'thon was Hugh Jackman's continued grounded portrayal of Logan. I think the film would have been very annoying, if he wasn't the emotional ballast of the piece.

And yes, there is a post-credit scene, but it's not important.

SPOILERS FOR DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE. AS MANY SPOILERS AS QUIPS

SPOILERS

WHAT I LOVED

-My favourite part wasn't a part of the storyline, but during the credits when they ran a salute to the Fox Marvel films by showing clips of the film and behind-the-scenes footage (including Miles Teller from the cursed FANTASTIC FOUR film) with Green Day's "Good Riddance" (Time of Your LIfe) playing underneath it. Schmaltzy, yes, but an effective tip of the hat to what came before.

-The fourth wall break where Deadpool says the last great multiverse film was THE WIZARD OF OZ, then fast track to the end where Wolverine is told by B-15 that he can't change the past and it's because of the past he's the man who was able to save the timeline. Like Dorothy, it was in him all along.

-Hugh Jackman giving a much needed weight to the film. 5 credited writers, including Ryan Reynolds and it could easily have gone amiss. I'm all for actors feeling like they know their characters well enough to write for them or feed lines to their writers, but actors get carried away by getting too enamored with their performance or pleasing the audience, so you have Reynolds providing a joke every 2.5 minutes and then you are hit with Jackman's earnestness in conveying Logan's pain and anger (at Deadpool and himself). I'm glad they kept the depiction of Logan as it always have been and not try to make him a jokester and match Deadpool's energy.

You've been at it a long time, Bub and you're still great at it.

With his baby Oscar.

With his baby Oscar.

-Emma Corrin was an excellent villain. It took so long to get to Cassandra Nova, that I honestly forgot Corrin was the big bad. Corrin was very effective as the extremely formidable Cassandra. They're such a powerful character that could easily destroy Wade and Logan, but I didn't mind how they hamstrung their ability because I liked seeing Corrin onscreen.

And they talked about the thing! The elephant in the womb room!

-The cameos: I was spoiled about Cavill's appearance and Chris Evans', but Evans' was a misdirect. I assumed he would be Cap, but when he said, "Flame on!", the theater went crazy. I think I even shouted.

No disrespect to new Johnny Storm Joseph Quinn, but we had a 10 and now we're getting a literal 4.

I had already seen interviews with Aaron Stanford who reprised his role as Pyro and saw Dafne Keen promoting the film

, saw pictures of LOKI's Wunmi Mosaku at the premiere,

so I knew she would pop up in the film and since I knew it was a multiverse story, I knew the TVA was involved. Extremely and pleasantly surprised by the other X-Men universe characters and by Jennifer Garner and Wesley Snipes,

Though isn't the fact that Ryan Reynolds was in a BLADE film another ding in the timeline?

but it's Channing Tatum's Gambit that thrilled me. He willed that fcking depiction into existence! And the jokes about Remy's heavy Cajun accent just made it all the better.

One cameo that didn't happen? Reynold's co-Wrexham owner Rob McElhenney being cut.

WHAT I HATED

Why does Marvel always give things away. Invite Mosak, Keen and Stanford to the premiere, but don't let them walk the carpet (Dafne Keen has said there was talk of her walking the red carpet but telling people she was Hugh's plus one, then they made the decision to let the cat out of the bag.) Don't put them in promos. I would have have been more effective to me if it were a complete surprise. While not Marvel/Disney, it reminds me when I saw LOGAN and was shocked that Laura had adamantium  claws. After seeing the film I watched the trailer and was shocked that it's revealed in the trailer!

Same with AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR. I went to a test screening of it and when Peter introduces himself to Doctor Strange and says the line about using made up names, the line killed. I couldn't even hear what was said next because everyone was still laughing. They put that scene in the trailer. It would have been a great scene to watch unfold while watching it. So, seeing Laura/B-15 and Pyro was diminished because I knew they would be turning up, but great to have them back all the same.

THE REST

-Gone, but not forgotten. Stan Lee had two cameos - his image on the side of a bus before the Deadpool variants scene, and pops up in the behind-the-scenes clip.

-Another shout out to a creator- this time Rob Liefeld. The shoppe that Deadpool and Wolverine were thrown into during the fight was named Liefeld's.

-Great needle drops, though they butchered "Bring 'Em Out" with the Avengers, or maybe it was X-Men sting. Just let that song be great.

Matthew Macfadyen was excellent, very fun. He brought the laughs even without a ludicrously capacious bag.

[dustedmagazine]

Jennifer Kelly’s 2023 in Review: Still Human FWIW

I finally saw Sun Ra Arkestra

I first heard about Chat GPT in January this year, and it sounded bad from the start. I make most of my living writing things for big faceless corporations who view me as a cost. Cut that cost to zero and I’m out of a job. But for the first five months of 2024, I continued to be busy and I thought, well maybe it’s nothing. Then in May, like a light switch, everything stopped. I had one regular client who continued to pay a monthly retainer. Nothing else. And the usual mailings, pleadings with old clients, etc. had no effect. I’m close to retirement age. This summer, I thought I had arrived early.

Things have picked up since then, and right now, I’m in a good place. People are starting to notice Chat GPT’s ignorance of anything post 2021, its refusal to factcheck or footnote and its relentless blandness. Clients are coming back, but the floor doesn’t feel very solid under my feet. It could all go away at any time. (This is the lesson we all learned from COVID-19…that you could fall into the pit any time.)

The one thing that didn’t stop was Dusted, and for that I am very grateful. As I’ll explain to anyone who asks, there’s never been any money in Dusted, so there can’t be any less. We are more or less immune to economic pressures. And as long as we’re here, there is lots and lots of good music to write about.

My year started with two records that blew me away in January (and maybe December 2022) and held #1 and #2 slots all year. They were Meg Baird’s Furling and Robert Forster’s the Candle and the Flame. Next, came an email from Rob from Sunburned with a link to Stella Kola’s extraordinary debut, and then gosh, Sub Pop still sends me promos and here’s one from Mudhoney! Every time 2024 succeeded in getting me down, I’d get music from someone.

Live music was another solace. Shows that made me happy this year included Warp Trio, Sunburned Hand of the Man, Dear Nora, Vieux Farka Toure, Bridget St. John with Stella Kola, Sun Ra Arkestra, Kid Millions with Sarah Bernstein, Faun Fables, Sweeping Promises, Daniel Higgs, Constant Smiles, Baba Commandant (RIP), Xylouris White, Joseph Allred with Ruth Garbus and Ryan Davis with his Roadhouse band. Special mention goes to the always astonishing Thing in the Spring with Editrix, Rough Francis, Thus Love, Gorilla Toss, Equipment Pointed Ankh. Susan Alcorn, Marisa Anderson and Jim White and Bill Callahan.

The best show of the year, however, came late in the summer with William Tyler and the Impossible Truth band, an unbelievably talented, seasoned crew with Luke Schneider on pedal steel, Third Man mainstay Jack Lawrence on bass and Brian Kotzgur on drums. The way they opened up and fired up Tyler’s songs was a revelation, even to someone, like me, who’s been a fan since Behold the Spirit. Garcia Peoples opened, and they were great, too.

I should mention that we have recently been blessed with a bunch of excellent music venues nearby—Nova Arts in Keene and Epsilon Spires and the Stone Church in Brattleboro. Going to music used to always mean driving back from at least Northampton, sometimes further, late at night, and, as I get older and my night vision fades, it has been really nice not to have to do that. (Also, to all my Dusted-reader-musician-friends, if you play one of these venues, thank you, and let me know when you’re coming.)

With that, it’s time to talk about 2023 favorites. I’ll write about the first ten and then just list the rest.

Meg Baird — Furling (Drag City)

Meg Baird’s gorgeous solo album alternates between ghostly, inward-looking piano songs and bright swirls of 1960s psychedelia. Her extraordinary voice, high, pure, and unearthly, joins lush, burnished guitar grooves. Sometimes I think I like the swaggering bounce of “Will You Follow Me Home,” the best, but other times, the disembodied otherness of “Ashes, Ashes” is the prettiest thing I know.

Robert Forster — The Candle and the Flame (Tapete) 

Forster’s solo records are always good, wry and funny and stuttering with strummy punk energy, but this one, recorded with family while his wife battled cancer, is his best yet. “She’s a Fighter,” a group sing-along is prickly and defiant, the only song specifically written about Karin’s illness, but threads of enduring, life-long love run all through this album. “Tender Years” is especially moving, as Forster sings, “I’m in a story with her, I know I can’t live without her, I can’t imagine why,” in a voice cracked with sincerity and feeling. Very few albums make me cry, but this one does.

Anohni and the Johnsons—My Back Was a Bridge for You to Cross (Secretly Canadian)

The sound on Anohni’s fifth album with the Johnsons smolders in the pocket, its textures a nod to Marvin Gaye’s classic What’s Going On? It’s velvety smooth but taut with urgency, as the artist contemplates climate disaster and personal struggles. “It Must Change,” trills with the coolest falsetto, while “Sliver of Ice” reverberates with a low, hushed passion. Every song lands a punch, soft when it happens but ringing for days in your ears.

The Drin — Today My Friend You Drunk the Venom (Feel It)

“Venom” lurches and blurts, bass thumping, drums clashing, monotone vocals drenched in menace. It’s a punk song distilled to essence, a world in itself, a short, brutal blast that is also somehow psychedelically expansive. The Fall, the Swell Maps and Adrian Sherwood haunt this disc in various places, but the Drin is its own mysterious thing.

Wreckless Eric — Leisureland (Tapete)

“Get yourself a one-way ticket for the merry-go-round,” sings the Bard of Hull on the last and most exhilarating song from his ninth full-length. That’s “Drag Time,” with its indelible hook, its enveloping harmonies, its hint of Amy Rigby in the chorus. Let’s just go way out on a limb here and say it’s as good, maybe better, than “Whole Wide World.”  

En Attendant Ana — Principia (Trouble in Mind)

Good lord, was Trouble in Mind on a roll this year or what? I could put Melanas or Tubs here, with FACS not far behind, but instead, let us contemplate the light-and-dark wonder of “Black Morning,” with its giddy counterpoints, its bright, sustaining trumpet, its boppy beat and its underpinning, somehow, of shadowy melancholy. Or the skanky bass that kicks off “Same Old Story,” in a prickly way, the lone element of dissonance that gives a daydream teeth.

Stella Kola—S-T (Self-Release)

Everybody who’s anybody in W. Mass alt.folk does a turn on this magical LP—centered around Beverly Ketch and Rob Thomas but including PG Six, Wednesday Knudson, Jeremy Pisani, Willy Lane and Jen Gelineau. Despite the expansiveness of the ensemble, these songs are feather light and lucid, like Pentangle sprinkled with magic dust.

Mudhoney — Plastic Eternity (Sub Pop)

Psychedelic overload meets raw punk and potty humor in this 12th album from the grunge godfathers. I like the sheer rush and swirl of cuts like “Almost Everything” and “Souvenir of my Trip” best, but bare, belligerent “Flush the Fascists” is grade-A too, and how can anyone resist Mark Arm paying tribute to his best bud on “Little Dogs.”

Beirut — Hadsel (Pompeii)

Hadsel is surprisingly cheery for an album recorded on a remote Norwegian island in the dead of winter, with swoony harmonies and counterpoints, intricate synthesized beats and blares of an antique pipe organ. “We had so many plans,” Zach Condon sings, both mourning and subtly sending up his cohort’s response to the COVID pandemic, but this remarkably pretty album seems more like a happy accident.

The Feelies—Some Kinda Love (Bar None)

What a total pleasure it is when one jangly, drone-y, indie rock phenomenon pays tribute to the wellspring. In this case, it’s the Feelies covering many of the Velvet Underground’s best known songs at a live show in 2018 where everyone had a blast. Now you can, too.

More albums that I loved in the order that I thought of them.

Iron & Wine—Who Can See Forever Soundtrack (Sub Pop)

Melanas—Ahora (Trouble in Mind)

Sleaford Mods — UK Grim (Domino)

The Tubs — Dead Meat (Trouble in Mind)

Sky Furrows—Reflect and Oppose (Feeding Tube/Cardinal Fuzz)

Lonnie Holley — Oh Me Oh My (Jagjaguwar)

Yo La Tengo—This Stupid World (Matador)

The Toads—In the Wilderness (Upset the Rhythm)

Dan Melchior—Welcome to Redacted City (Midnight Cruiser)

James and the Giants—S-T (Kill Rock Stars)

Ben Chasny and Rick Tomlinson—Waves (VOIX)

Bonnie Prince Billy—Keeping Secrets Will Destroy You (Drag City)

CLASS—If You’ve Got Nothing (Feel It)

The Clientele—I’m Not There Anymore (Merge)

Devendra Banhart—Flying Wig (Mexican Summer)

Kristin Hersh—Clear Pond Road (FIRE)

Sally Anne Morgan—Carrying (Thrill Jockey)

FACS—Still Life in Decay (Trouble in Mind)

Setting—Shone a Rainbow Light On (Paradise of Bachelors)

Airto Moreira & Flora Purim—A Celebration (BBE)

Sweeping Promises—Good Living Is Coming For You (Feel It)

James Waudby—On the Ballast Miles (East Riding Acoustic)

Emergency Group—Venal Twin (Centripetal Force)

Ryan Davis and the Roadhouse Band—Sing Dancing on the Edge (Sophomore Lounge)

Tyvek—Overground (Gingko)

Wurld Series—The Giant’s Lawn (Melted Ice Cream)

Various Artists—STOP MVP (War Hen)

[mandowifey]

Hey! School has been really getting me down. I'm taking short winter courses so all the work is compiled into 5 grueling weeks. When I'm not bogged down by school, I love making super specific playlists, reading books and writing down beautiful quotes, going to local punk shows with friends, using fashion to reinvent myself everyday, and seeing movies in theaters (crying in a movie theater is one of my favorite activities haha.) My pronouns are she/her :-)

Feel free to write anything! Love your work <3

I'm so sorry to hear you are down from school! (Also thank you for the sweet compliment!)

I assign you; James Sandin.

Note; This is SFW, and unedited. It was meant to be a short drabble!

X x X x X x

"Are you sure you don't want us to wait for your Uber to get here?"

Rubbing your hands together as you shivered, your eyes sparkle as you look at your friends. All of you dressed well for the show you'd attended. You had anticipated drinking and in foresight opted to get a ride there. Now sober and cold, you regretted the attempt of being responsible.

"Nah, you guys go ahead! It said twenty minutes, I'll be fine." You shudder and tighten your coat around you.

One of your friends hugs you before parting ways. Time was flying by and going slow so often these days with your busy schedule and limited free time. While exhausted regularly, you still tried to indulge in the things that brought you joy.

At this time of evening, the streets were quiet and foot traffic was liminal. Your phone pinged and you checked it, hoping the alert meant Joseph, your uber driver, was approaching.

'Car accident on 14th, gonna be an extra 15 minutes.'

Groaning, you rub your arms before looking around. You spot a little bar with a bright neon sign telling you it was open. Now that you had 30 minutes, you jog across the street and shuffle into the bar. The warmth inside made you groan with relief. A few patrons regard you before returning to their conversations, mostly white noise to your ears as it mingled with the soft alt-rock music playing from ceiling speakers.

Once you sat at the bar, an older woman behind the counter approaches you and smiles.

"What can I get you?"

"I'll take a coke with ice."

The woman seemed confused, but obliges you. You trade the glass for 3$ in cash and take your phone out once she stepped away.

"And how about for you, handsome?"

You had been flicking through a couple of social media apps when you heard a husky rumble to your right. Looking up, you spot a handsome gentleman in a nice suit about two chairs down from you. His cheekbones were prominent and caused a gaunt appearance to his face. He was much older than you, and you could not help but linger as you watched him speak.

"Rum and Coke, on the rocks."

His hand reached up to remove the Bluetooth from his ear and put it in his suit. You must have been gawking because his head turned in your direction and he smiled. The lopsided smirk tugged something within you.

"Hey, were you just at Hell’s Nova?" He took cash out to pay the woman as she brought his drink.

You realize he was speaking to you.

"Oh-uh. Yeah, actually how did-"

The man lifted his hand and tapped a finger to his wrist, which prompted you to look at your own. A dark purple wristband with 'WELCOME TO HELL' scrawled in red clung loosely around you. Your face burns immediately.

"Duh." You laugh.

"I actually had a meeting nearby. Client's daughter performs there. Sorry, rude of me to run my mouth before introducing myself. I'm James."

The lights above the bar catch his beryl orbs and fill them with glistening specks. You were lost within them, even from a distance.

"I'm Y/N." Your face hurt from the blush spreading over them.

Grabbing his briefcase and drink, James moved another seat down so only one separated you. Your heart thunders as you catch a whiff of his cologne, no doubt as expensive as his suit.

James exudes a sort of calm you'd only read about. The man was like a tempered river, peaceful and comforting. He smiles again as he gets situated in his new seat. Sipping his drink, you smile and fidget, feeling like you needed to fill the silence.

"So you-

"Do -"

You both stop, having nearly spoken over eachother. After he apologized and laughed, you conceed to let him go first.

"So what do you do?"

You fiddle with your phone and smile. You explain how you mostly are focused on classes and your education. Then segway into explaining your love of poetry and how you'd found time to see the show with friends. James smiles the whole time, those peircing eyes of his not once leaving yours.

"And where do you see yourself going after all this schooling?"

That was not as easily answered. You try to think on the fly but can only let out a soft laugh and shrug. He smiles at that too. When you ask about what he does, James explains his work in loose details, while ordering another drink.

In his company, you lost track of time completely.

You learned he also took poetry classes, and he could even recite passages from some of your favorites. He additionally revealed he has two lovely children, and that while his marriage was coming to an end, he still cared for his soon-to-be Ex wife and had nothing but good things to say about her.

When your phone buzzed, it tugged you out of the warm embrace of a comfortable conversation and you gasped.

"Shit! My rides here."

James' smile lost some of its spark.

"Well, it was great getting to meet you, Y/N." He smiled and reached inside his jacket as you moved and gathered your things.

Blushing, you smile at him and were about to agree when he held a card out to you. Pausing, you gently take it and realize it's his personal business card, including a work and cell number.

"What-"

"I'd really like to hear from you again." He smiles, unaware of the pounding in your chest. "And whenever you are done with schooling, I'd be happy to hook you up with work."

Your smile was nearly painful. It took everything to not lunge and hug him. "Thank you, James. You'll be hearing from me." You promise. He gives you one last smile and watches as you hurry out the door.

The entire ride home, you rub your thumb along the business card, giddy for the possibilities it gave you.

[sayaka-mga2024mi4017]

Writing the Intro

Our lecturer had told us to write the introduction just to get a basic idea on how to start the essay along with the flow of the essay as well;

The 1960s were a period of change within the Soviet state, especially within the film industry as well. The death of Joseph Stalin loosened the iron grip of censorship within the creative industries. This brought about a period of change within film, as filmmakers were not tightly bound to the theme of ‘Socialist Realism’, as they were given more freedom to develop their characters along with their narrations to their liking while not criticizing Communism. This newfound freedom allowed filmmakers to embrace the culture of the Soviet states. Although foreign films were on the rise, media from the Soviet states were not received well, especially from the US market, due to the fear of Communist influence. However, despite the Communist reputation, certain films had been well received internationally.

Sergei Parajanov was a filmmaker of Armenian descent who had faced many trials of being subjected to persecution by Soviet authorities as he had abandoned all guidelines of Socialist Realism by 1964 with the creation of his film Shadow of Forgotten Ancestors. His most widely acclaimed work, The Color of Pomegranates, delves into Armenian culture and the artistic mind of the poet Sayat Nova through the avant-garde nature of his cinematic style. Often dubbed a visual experience, the film incorporates the use of symbolism and peculiar use of cinematography, which comply with its avant-garde nature.

I had faced a few predicaments when it came to writing the essay as I had an estimated word count of 250 words for the introduction itself. As I had relayed this concern to the lecturer she had advised me to instead rethink the essay format and create bullet points so that I do not spill into unnecessary detail or information.

I was also again told to keep it short and concise which was proven to be quite a difficulty for myself.

HOWEVER, I did as I was told and also created a thesis statement and created a thorough skeletal body that would specify the necessary details that I have to write down.

Intro;

Thesis statement: Sergei Parajanov’s work “The Colour of Pomegranates” is a testament of its own that challenges the realm of Socialist Realism within the Soviet film industry by delving further into the Armenian culture through symbolism, cinematography, and the Avant Garde nature of the film.

Contextualization of the background of Sergei Parajanov Situation of the 60s period How the film challenged the industry 

Symbolism and imagery; The open book relates to his sentiments of being a writer

Religious imagery- alludes to Sayat Nova’s religious background, along with armenian relationship with christianity -2 bread, 3 fish - thorns Imagery of pomegranate- symbolizes fertility, The 3 pomegranates and the juice spilling under it- takes shape of the kingdom of armenia, referencing to the time period Sayat Nova was in 

Cinematography: Lighting: purely natural light only Most notable editing technique: Kuleshov technique in the beginning

Colour: natural, there is very little saturation of colours as everything is exhibited in its natural state. Almost desaturated in certain shots however quality of film should be considered along with the time period it was made.  Sound design; incorporates natural sound however initially it used traditional armenian folk song Avant Garde nature:

Mise en Scene- akin to a theatric play as there were little to no camera movement as all shots were taken in one steady angle ( similar to a play)

The setting to which it was filmed was in historical sites, the costumes used were traditional outfits to the armenian culture

Narrative; non-narrative, as there is little to no clarification about the scene as little dialogue is held as well. Overall this contributes to the abstract nature of the film

Conclusion:  a revolutionary film that focuses on itself being a visual experience for the audience and creates a new precedent within a structuralized nationalistic soviet film industry

[jolienjoyswriting]

Little Red Fox (ft. Raikoo), Ch. I

Chapter 1 of "Little Red Fox," a fan fiction story.

Joseph finds that things are not always what they seem as he comes to the rescue of a little, red fox in the park.

Word count: 3,685 – Character count: 21,196 Drafted / Revised: October 2nd, 2022 –

So, Joshua is a newer acquaintance of mine.  I found him – and his lovely characters – through a commissioned art piece of his character "Red Fox" by one Nova Rain – who is also a newer acquaintance!

Anyways, I commented on it, Josh replied positively, so naturally… I scoured his Twitter for more info on Red.  I found a couple of pieces… and I also found out he had more characters in a similar vein as Red.  That eventually led me to discover a "smol fox" named "Raikoo".  Coincidentally… Raikoo was just what I was looking for in terms of inspiration!  Thus, a new story was written~

And no, there's no real reason this one's written in first-person.  It does, however, re-introduce something I'd given up on: "smart quotes"!  AKA, "curly quotes".  It's a minor thing in writing, but it has a huge impact.  Maybe.  I dunno.  I found a way to smartly do them, though, so dey back. Honestly, though, it makes very little difference on the blog.  My blog theme, "Indy", automatically converts "dumb quotes" to "smart" ones anyway… though it occasionally gets it wrong.  Heh.

Raikoo and related characters and concepts created by © Joshua Gannon Joseph Lithius and related characters and concepts created by and © Jo Li

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    Hey there.  It’s time for another tale of me being a busybody and causing trouble!     For those who don’t know, I’m Joseph Lithius – just your average, olive-gold fox guy.  Average height, average weight…  I have glasses, spiky bangs with white-frosted tips, and I’ve been told the ends of my ears look like chocolate kisses.  Apparently, they also taste like chocolate kisses, too?  But, enough about me.  You’re here for a story, yes?  So, here’s one about a cool girl I met somewhat recently.

    I was at the city park, idly taking in the sights and sounds.  Kids were running around the grassy fields, laughing, cheering, and screaming as kids often do.  Some kids were playing in a jungle gym or a swingset, some were playing basketball or kickball, and some were simply lingering around.  There were a few older teens at the small skate park – which I try to avoid – and several people at the public pool within the park.  As for me?  I was situated on a bench near the park plaza, just people-watching.  It’s a hobby of mine!     Folks of all ages walked by and one-or-two even said “hello” as they passed.  I wasn’t paying as much attention as I could have been since I was eating an ice cream cone at the time, but I greeted the people who greeted me.  At some point, however, I heard a commotion.  When I looked around, I noticed that there was trouble at the nearby fountain.  I looked over, my ears perking, and I noticed that a little, red fox girl was seated at the fountain’s edge, arms crossed with an impatient – yet calm – look on her face.  A taller kid wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and a shorter kid wearing 3D glasses seemed to be harassing her.

    “Hey… that was very rude,” the girl plainly said to the duo.     “Aww, does Red want her book back?” the taller kid asked in a mocking tone, holding a novel over his head.  Was it hers?  She didn’t seem interested in trying to retrieve it.     “Yes, please,” she answered.”     She was trying to negotiate for it, though.  That was… kind of odd.     “What’ll ya give us for it?”     “Yeah!  What?” the shorter bully said in a wet way.  He was in the middle of eating a candied apple, from the look of it.     “Nothing,” the fox girl replied, softly smiling.     “Nothing?!”     The two jerks laughed with each other.  However, the fox girl just continued.     “I was reading that book,” she calmly explained, “and you took it out of my hands.  I think it’s only right if you give it back.  You wouldn’t want your parents to find out you’ve been misbehaving, would you?”     I wasn’t sure, but judging by that threat, the girl seemed to be losing patience.  Even so, the bullies laughed amongst themselves for a second time.     “Girly,” the tall one began, “my folks are in jail and his folks died!  No ‘rents, no rules!”     “Yeah!” the short one added.  “No rules!”     “Without rules,” the girl replied, “there’s only chaos.  Please, return my book.”     “What’ll you give us?”     Her smile finally broke.  “Just give me my book back, alright?”     “Or what?  You gonna cry, girly?”     “Yeah, you gonna cry?”       As the two bullies laughed at the girl, I decided I’d seen enough.  I slowly stood up, then I walked over to the scene and cleared my throat, getting their collective attention.     “Who’s this?” the tall kid asked.  “Is this your daddy?”     “Yeah, are you her daddy?” the short, round punk asked.     “Yes, I’m her dad,” I told them, giving a stern look to the pair.     “What?”  The girl’s fur bristled.  “He’s not my–”     “And I’d appreciate it if you’d give my daughter her book back.”     The bullies looked at each other.  Then… of course… they laughed at me.  Kids…     “What’re you gonna do if we don’t?” the one punk asked.  “You gonna beat us up?”     “Yeah!” the other followed.  “You gonna beat us up?”     “Dude,” the first said, looking at the second.  “Why do you always do that?”     “Yeah!  Why do– huh?”     The shorter one looked up at the taller one.     “You always repeat everything I say,” the tall one said with a scowl.     “Uh, sorry.”  The other bully laughed.  “It makes me feel tough!”     “Yeah, whatever…”  The tall one looked back over at me.  “Anyway!  Bring it, old man!”     I think both me and the tall kid expected the short guy to say “Yeah, bring it!” or something.  He didn’t, so the tall guy gave him a little thump on the arm.     “O-oh!”     And the short one took on a fighting pose.     “Y-yeah?  Bring it?”     That seemed to satisfy his friend.     “I’m not gonna fight a couple of kids,” I told the teenage butt-heads.  “There’s a police officer right over there who probably wouldn’t like that.”     “Hah!”  The tall bully laughed.  “I knew you were a–”     “They probably wouldn’t like you two picking on this little girl, either.”     “Hey…”  The girl frowned at me.  “I’m–”     “You think I give a damn about the police?”     The tall one inhaled.  Then… he said something loud, rude, and very stupid.  It was about time the police officer patrolling the park looked over.  And came over.

    “Alright,” the patrol officer said as she arrived.  “Which one of you screamed ‘blank the police’ at the top of their lungs?”     The tall bully puffed out his chest at the female officer.     “Me!  And it wasn’t ‘blank’, if was ‘f–’”     The officer whipped out a pair of handcuffs before the bully finished that thought.     “Whoa-whoa-whoa!!” the bully screamed, dropping the stolen book.  “T-time out!  You can’t arrest me!  Freedom of speech, bitch!”     “Disturbing the peace, ‘bitch’,” she spat back.  “There are kids in this park.  Hands behind your back.”     The two bullies looked at each other.  And then…     “Cheese it!!”     Then ran like hell.  Typical…       The police officer quietly shook her head, putting her cuffs back onto her belt.     “I swear, the next time I see those two…”     Not long after, she looked at us.     “Is that your book on the ground, Raikoo?”     The vixen nodded before getting up to collect it.  Wait, did those two know each other?     “Thank you, Officer Pamela,” she said with a smile.     “Just ‘Pamela’ works, Rai,” the officer said with a chuckle.     The girl softly giggled.  “Sorry.  I keep forgetting.”     Officer Pamela nodded.  She turned to me, next.     “Move along,” she told me in her “official” voice.     “Uh…”  I didn’t know how to respond to that.     “It’s okay, Off– it’s okay, Pamela.  He was trying to help.”     I looked over at the red fox girl.  She was smiling at me.     “Are you two friends?” Officer Pamela asked with a more relaxed tone.     “We just met,” was the fox’s reply.     “Ah, sorry.”  She tipped her policeman’s cap to us.  “Carry on.”     With that, she left to continue her patrol.

    “Hey.”     I blinked, my ears twitching.  The girl was still smiling at me.     “Thanks for trying to help,” she told me.     “You’re welcome?”     I tilted my head.  Was that all she had to say?     “Well, it was nice to meet you.”     Well, she did have her book back, so…     “Maybe we’ll see each other again, sometime?”     “Uh…”  That was kind of an odd thing for her to say.     “Or not?”  She softly shrugged.  “Enjoy the rest of your day!”     With that, she opened her book and went back to reading.     “W… hang on,” I said before I could stop myself.     She looked over her book.  “Yes?”     Augh.  Why did I say anything?  Honestly, after I failed to fix her situation, myself, I felt kind of dumb.  So, why was I trying to converse with her?     “That, uh, that book…” I began.  “What are you reading?”     “Oh, this?”  She offered another smile before handing the book over.  “It’s a World of Warcraft novel.  ‘Day of the Dragon’?”     I blinked, my ears perking.  “What?”  I looked at the cover.  It was, indeed, the Warcraft novel “Day of the Dragon”.     “Isn’t this a bit advanced for someone your age?” I asked.     Understandably, she did not take my brain-fart of a question well.       “I’m sorry?” she asked, her smile disappearing.  Pretty sure I’d ticked her off…     “W-well, I just mean…”  I handed the book back as I asked her, “Aren’t you a little young for this kind of book?”     “I think I’m in the right ‘age group’ for this sort of thing,” was her answer.     “Er… okay.”     She tilted her head, the slight irritation on her face fading.     “Wait.  Do you think…?”     Slowly, the smile came back… and she started giggling.     “Wh… what?” I asked, befuddled.  “What’s so funny?”     “Sir,” she began.  “I don’t know how young you think I am, but I’m an adult.”     “What?”     “It’s true.”  She nodded.  “I am a full-grown adult woman.  Don’t worry, though – almost everyone makes the same mistake.”     I wasn’t sure I believed her.  She… looked… like a young, teenage fox girl, to me.

    The girl had bright eyes, colored violet, which suited her cheerful complexion well.  Her small body – which was easily two heads shorter than mine when standing and… er, not especially curvy? – was covered in plush, red fur, and what I could see of her belly, her muzzle, inner ears, and tail tip were white.  She also had black ear-tips and black, shoulder-length hair with fluffy, symmetrical bangs that framed her face.  On top of that – literally – she wore a purple crop top T-shirt, teal, denim shorts with rolled cuffs, and black Mary Janes.  Kind of a mix of typical teenage fair and girly cuteness.  Yet, she said she was an adult?

    “You still don’t believe me, do you?”     She had a neutral look on her face, again.  I think she noticed me looking her over.     “Do I have to show you my ID card?”     I started to answer… then trailed off, rubbing my arm.  I hadn’t realized how rude I’d been, up to then.  Assuming her age… her reading ability… all that.     “I’m sorry for making all these assumptions about you,” I said, my ears folded.  “I’m just one of those people who, well… does that.”     I offered a smile.     “If you say you’re an adult, then–”     “Here you go!”     She was rooting around through her mini-purse while I was distracted.  I looked at what she was handing me, then I gently accepted it, quietly reading the little, plastic card to myself.

    “’Raikoo’?” I called.  “That’s your legal name?”     She nodded.  “Yes.”     I looked over the card at her… then looked back at the card.  Man, no one took good ID pictures, did they?  When I found her birth year, my eyes went wide.  I looked at her again and she nodded, seemingly aware of what I’d just noticed.  Well… she may not have looked the part, but Raikoo was, indeed, a young adult.       “I am… so sorry,” I said as I handed the ID card back.     “Well,” she said, putting it back in her purse, “it was a little rude of you to assume I wasn’t ‘mature enough’ to read this World of Warcraft novel…  But, if you’re sorry, then…”     She beamed at me, her tail softly wagging.     “Apology accepted!”     I couldn’t help but smile back and wag my own tail.  I was relieved she wasn’t mad at me.  Plus?  She was kind of cute.  If you’re into short girls.  Which… I was.  And am.

    “Anyway,” she said, setting her things aside, “it was very nice meeting you, Mister…?”     “Oh!  Uh…”     She watched me, head tilted, as I reached for my wallet.  Yeah, I don’t know why I did that, either…  Again, brain-fair.     “Mister ‘Joseph Lithius’?” she read off of the driver’s license I’d handed her.     “Heh…”     The girl hummed, her tail flicking.  “You’re an organ donor?”     “W-well, you never know…” I said with another little chuckle.     She paused to do a little more reading before asking, “Your eyes really are gold, huh?”     “And your eyes really are purple?” I replied.     “Y-you noticed my eyes?”     My response seemed to catch her off guard.     “I mean… yeah?” I answered.  “Hard not to.  They’re pretty distinct!”     She giggled a little, brushing some hair away from her face.  Her ears were curling back and it was hard to tell since she had red fur, but… I think she was blushing a little, too.     “I think it suits your fur well,” I continued, encouraged by her reaction.     “O-oh…?”     Raikoo was definitely blushing, then.  Her ears were all the way back and her tail was wagging pretty fast, too.  The question was… did I dare push my luck further…?

    “So, uh… hey.  If you’re not doing anything…”     Her ears perked as I spoke and she expectantly looked at me, her tail slowing.     “Maybe we could grab a bite for lunch?  My treat?”     Her face lit up…     “I just can’t apologize enough for being such a butt…”     Then, her ears fell back, but in a different way.  Was she… disappointed?     “Okay.”     They perked, again, and she smiled at me.     “I already accepted your apology,” she added with a soft giggle, “but if you’re offering a free meal, then why not?”     I smiled again, offering her a hand.  Her ears flicked and her face flashed as she shyly accepted, standing up with her stuff in her other hand.  This cutie was growing on me, fast.     “So, you’re into Warcraft?”

    It was a short walk from the park to a nearby fast food place.  Once there, we both ordered chicken sandwiches and soft drinks, then we sat outside to enjoy the day.  Once we got our orders, I started with some questions.  Smalltalk, ya know?

    “I used to play World of Warcraft,” she told me, looking up from her sandwich, “but it became too much of a time-sink…”     “Are you familiar with the real-time-strategy games?”     “A little…” was her next answer.  “I was more into the MMO than anything.  Oh, but I know some of the backstories!  Like how Arthas became the Lich King or exactly how and why Medivh went crazy over time!”     “Impressive,” I told her after I took a bite of my sandwich.  “I’m not sure many people are aware of what Medivh went through.  Most people probably think of him as ‘the Black Morass tower defense boss’ or ‘that crazy guy from Karazhan’.”     Raikoo giggled a little more, nodding.     “There’s a lot of lore in the World of Warcraft novels!” she said before sipping her soda.     “If people cared about lore.”     She hummed at my interjection.     “Different people enjoy different things,” she told me.  “I like reading and learning about things and people.  Some people are more interested in gear scores and cool items.”     She took another sip, then she smiled.     “Everyone should have fun the way they want to, don’t you think?”     “I mean… you’re not wrong?”     Her smile brightened.  I smiled, too.  Hard not to.  She wasn’t just cute.  She was positive.

    “So, what do you like, Mister Lithius?”     I looked up from my sandwich as she called my name.     “You can call me ‘Joe’ if you like?”     She twittered slightly, her ears flicking and her eyes down.  She was acting shy, again.     “O-okay!” she quietly exclaimed.  “Um… you can call me ‘Rai’ if you want!”     “Can I call you ‘Rai-Rai’?”     For whatever reason, that got her giggling like crazy and hiding her face.  It also got a lot of unwanted attention drawn our way.  It was fine, though.

    “I… I’d like that,” was her quiet, sweet reply.     “Okay, then,” I told her with another smile.  “To answer your question, Rai-Rai…”     I paused, grinning as she wiggled and avoided my gaze.  She was so cute…     “I’m into a little bit of everything,” I told her.  “Gaming, music, writing…”     “Reading?” she asked, hopeful.     “Mm… not so much reading,” I answered honestly.  “Like, I’ll look into something that interests me, but I rarely read actual stories or books that I haven’t written.  It’s just… I don’t like other people’s writing styles, sometimes.  For example, I find J.R.R. Tolkein’s style kind of boring and maybe a little… pompous?”       “I really like Lord of the Rings,” she said.  “The movies were good, but the book paints a more vivid picture, for me!”     “Books often do.  I mean, when you have to compress a three-hundred-page novel into 100 minutes of screen time, you’re bound to lose a bit of context or content.”     “Mm!”  She nodded.     “Regardless, I do try and read something that isn’t my own writing, occasionally.  I think the last thing I tried to read was the first chapter of George Orwell’s 1984.”     I took another bite of my sandwich, waiting for a reply.  Oddly… she didn’t seem interested.  I decided to move on.

    “Other than Tolkein and Warcraft,” I asked, getting her attention again, “what are you into, Rai-Rai?”     Once again, she giggled at the nickname.  She was starting to get used to it, though.     “Well,” she began, “I’m into a lot of fantasy and sci-fi things.”     “Warhammer?”     “Oh, gosh,” she said with another little laugh.  “How did you know?”     I grinned.  “I had a hunch.”     “W-well, I’m into Warhammer – but mostly the figurines.”  She pressed her index fingers together, folding her ears before admitting. “I’ve never actually… played it…”     “A lot of people collect the figurines and never play the game,” I reassured her.  “My sister used to collect those things in college.  She liked painting them.”     “It’s intricate work!” Raikoo suddenly said, looking excited.  “It’s really hard to paint something so small!”     “I mean… that’s why you use a smaller brush, right?”     She nodded, eating a little more of her sandwich.     “The tiny brushes are key to getting a figurine to look exactly how you want,” she told me.  “Otherwise, you get blobby, splotchy spots and it doesn’t look quite right!”

    “Are you into anything else?” I asked after a second.  “Gaming-wise, I mean.”     “Oh… MMORPGs, tabletop, some board games…”     “I don’t suppose you’ve ever played Dungeons & Dragons?”     “A little!” she chirped.  “I’ve never done a full-on campaign with a bunch of people, but I hope to, someday!”     “Maybe you and I can do some mini-campaigns together, sometime.  Take turns being the Dungeon Master.”  I smiled as I said, “I used to mess around with 2nd Edition.”     “That’s pretty old-school!” she gasped.  “I’ve only tried 3rd Edition AD&D!  Well, and 5th Edition.  I like all the technical stuff for 3rd Edition, though, so…”

    We continued to talk as we ate our sandwiches, though it was somewhat one-sided.  Raikoo seemed more interested in learning about me than answering my questions about her, so I obliged, telling her about my dabbling in digital music or pixel art, mentioning my terrible drawings, and even telling her about my dumb stories.  I mean… I don’t think they’re “dumb”, but it doesn’t seem like anyone’s taken an interest in them.  Regardless, she seemed extremely interested in pretty much everything I had to say.  She wasn’t kidding when she said she liked learning…       “Thank you for the sandwich!” she told me after our lunch.  “And the company!”     “Thank you for the company,” I answered, getting her to giggle.     “It was very nice meeting you,” she then told me.  “I hope we can meet up again!”     I chuckled, watching her stand… then I blinked.  “Hey, wait.”     She perked.  “Yes?”     I stood from the table and asked, “Why are you in such a hurry to leave?”     “Oh!”  She fidgeted, looking at the patio.  “I… I’m not, really!  I don’t have anywhere to be or anything…”     She looked back up with a shy sort of smile.     “I just don’t want to overstay my welcome!” she cheerfully exclaimed.     “Well, if you’re up for it, I’d like to keep hanging out for a while longer?”     The girl’s face grew visibly red even through her red fur.     “Y-y… you want to…?”     “Yeah.”  I grinned as I told her, “And hey, maybe we can go back to my place and I can show you some of those music files I was talking about.”     I was hoping she would get even more flustered.  However…     “I… I appreciate the offer, but…”     She looked up with a sad sort of smile.     “I don’t think that would be a good idea, right now.”     Her smile warmed into a compassionate one.     “I like you.  I do.  But, I think it’s too soon for me to go to your home.  Maybe after a little more time?”  She paused, looking guilty.  “I hope you understand…”     Oof…  I’d made that suggestion as a joke, more than anything, but the way she reacted made me feel like a genuine cad.  I mean, yeah, if we did go back to my apartment, we probably would’ve listened to music, played some games, and then I would have called her a cab to get home before dark.  Even so… she had a point.  We had only just met…

    “I… apologize for my forward offer, Raikoo,” I quietly said with a soft smile.  “You’re right.  We should spend more time getting to know each other before we, uh…”     I wasn’t sure how to word that thought so I just let it drop.     “A-anyway,” I continued, “do you have a Discord username you’d be willing to share?  Maybe we could chat online, a bit…?”     She perked at that, smiling.  The two of us exchanged information, then I nodded.     “On that note… yeah.  Let’s split and meet up online, later.  Alright?”     “That sounds like a good idea,” she answered.  “Yes, I think we can do that!”     “So… see you later?”     The girl smiled, her tail swaying.  “See you later, Joseph!”

    With things settled, we bid our goodbyes and headed our separate ways, for the time.  I was a little sad that I didn’t get to spend more time with her that day, but the way I figured it… we would eventually meet back up and do more conversing.  Maybe I could eventually convince her to come over, too…  No, not for any “nefarious” reason.  I just figured we could play D&D or something fun. Eventually, I figured.  Eventually…

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Hello! I heard you were asking for requests, so if its fine if i can request a headcannon, on what the crusaders think on a reader who is exactly like yumeko jabami. She's basically this cunning smart lady who looks sweet and stuff, but is actually a crazy gambler that bets on risky things like betting 1$ for her own life (Which she takes pleasure of 😳). She also had this thing where she smiles crazily unto when things gets crazy. Also def has no shame in PDA and calling their s/o sweet names💀

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Jotaro Kujo

When you initially join the group; mind you, after a perilous fight; Jotaro sees the card you have up your sleeve. Looks innocent, plays dirty. It seemed you got some enjoyment out of fighting all of them, judging by the odd smile on your face.. you really gave him a run for his money, which was rare considering Star Platinum is such a strong Stand. To top it off, you were smart; which was incredibly dangerous. The resourceful, cunning types were definitely a want on their team. During a little break of moving around and fighting, you all stay in a nicer hotel that has a casino downstairs. When he went down to smoke at night, he was astonished to see you wagering your life at a blackjack table. Literally wagering your life. You ended up winning; he watched from the shadows; but that told him a lot about your personality. From then on, he decides to keep an eye on you. You guys kick ass and take names during fights; he doesn’t miss that sadistic glimmer in your eye and the grin that never leaves your face. Things happen, he catches feelings, there’s some confessions; then you two are dating. He loves you, but one thing that gets under his skin is the PDA. You’ll kiss his cheek, try to hold his hand, cuddle up to him, cling onto his arm. Not to mention the pet names.. baby, sweetheart, honeybunny.. he shudders when he thinks of them, but you genuinely don’t care. You really don’t care about what other people think at all; to a degree, he can respect and relate to it, which makes you two always have a common ground.

Noriaki Kakyoin

Nori would definitely take a more careful approach to your personality. You guys really couldn’t be anymore different; he’s careful, analyzes situations before rushing in. You’re definitely on his intelligence level, but impulse level.. not so much. Often plays as your damage control. He takes it upon himself to watch you, make sure you don’t do anything that stupid.. and yet, you still recklessly gamble with your life, with their lives, too. All with that sweet little smile on your face; you were cute as the day is long, but you were so bad. Some part of that drew Nori in. You liked to tease him, play with his bang that hung down, and every now and then, have some really good, deep conversations. That’s what makes you guys start dating; the side of you that you rarely let people see. With PDA, he doesn’t mind, but he definitely gets blushy. Kiss him and he’ll turn beet red; he loves holding hands, so that won’t be a problem; hug him, do whatever. Even if it is in public, he still likes to have some sort of physical touch, but of course nothing too over the top.

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Polnareff is in love with you from the second he lays eyes on you. Both of you have a similar temperament; it’s like you two were meant to cross paths and fight side by side at some point. When you rush into battle with no second thoughts, he’s right there behind you. And, when you have that goofy grin on your face while you absolutely ruin someone, he can feel his heart rapidly beating. Something about you beating the shit out of someone is just so attractive to him. He admires your smarts, though; you’re on another level compared to him. You can think so critically; even if you’re reckless, it seems like you still always have an idea of what’s going to happen and how to go about things. He has absolutely no idea how you do it. But he loves it, and it’s not long before you start dating. He’s alllll into the PDA. He wants your attention as much as possible. He wants the cute nicknames, the cuddles, the physical attention, all of it. Any attention you spare for him, he’ll adore. Really, he just loves you and loves being your partner in crime; the other Crusaders just roll their eyes at the both of you being… well, yourselves.

Joseph Joestar

Joseph can see a similar fire inside of you to when he was younger. While he’s definitely simmered down throughout his years; and despite the fact that he could probably be your dad, maybe even grandpa; your spunkiness draws him in. You make him feel like that dumb kid who fought the Pillarmen way back when. The way you risk everything constantly worries him, losing you because you miscalculated some aspect of whatever was going on is a deep rooted fear, but he does trust you. He trusts your judgement, and has seen enough of your intelligence come out to know you are smart and you are aware of what you’re doing. The way you always call him honey or sugar really gets him going, considering that was rarely a term thrown his way. Usually, an older person would call someone younger that.. but not you. It’s wrong for him to have feelings for you, but he can’t help it. Learning you feel the same way is deeply relieving to him. While he wasn’t going to initiate PDA to keep the blossoming relationship under wraps, you begin to swarm him, coming up with even more terms of endearment. How could he deny that?

Muhammad Avdol

Avdol, I’d say, is probably the most rational and meticulous out of them all; meticulous in the sense that he won’t make an action without weighing out the consequences, won’t get into a battle without planning, etc. similar to Noriaki. You’re constantly giving him heart attacks, with the way you throw yourself around without hesitation, the way you take such big risks and for what? Not much payoff, that’s for sure. You’re adorable, and sweet.. you’re incredibly nice to him, so of course he’s worried when you act like that. But, at night, when you lay awake in the same hotel room talking about life and the universe and whatever else, he can’t help the feelings that blossom inside of him. Of course, you bet on him kissing you; ‘Kiss me and I’ll give you five dollars,’ and for once in his life he does something pretty impulsively. Avdol is fairly independent, so when you want PDA, he’ll probably ask to save it for when you guys are alone together, but won’t mind holding hands. And, if the pet names make you happy, he’s okay with it (they make him blush). Like Noriaki, he also keeps an eye on you to reel you in when you’re being too much.

Overall, the guys love your cute, crazy self and would do anything for you, even stand by and watch you wager your own and their lives for a Kit Kat.

[succubused]

i know i havent posted writing as regularly recently and its because im in fuckin sad bitch territory and my ability to write when my brains already in a cheese grater is less than stellar

[thecosmicsleep]

At the End of a Firefight

MacCready, throwing his hand up: "You're messing with the best!"

Deacon, high-fiving him: "We always do this. Winning, that is!"

Molly, shaking her head: "You're both such nerds, I love you both so much."

[jojohotel]

Hi, i just read your "Kakyoin confesses his feelings to the reader while dancing to soft songs" fic! Do you mind if request the same prompt but with Caesar? Any room is fine. Also, your playlist is amazing! I really enjoyed lintening to Jobim while reading!💖

Of course! I really enjoyed writing this piece.

I'm glad you liked this piece. Tom Jobim's songs are really good and I get really relaxed when listening to them.

A type of music you may like if you liked listening to Tom Jobim is Bossa Nova! One example of bossa nova is Girl from Ipanema(Which was also written by Jobim) So yeah! But I also recommend looking and listening to other singers that do Bossa Nova.

Enjoy your stay!

Caesar confesses his feelings to the reader while dancing to soft songs

Caesar A. Zepelli

On the trip to find the Aja stone that was sent by one of the pillar men, you, Lisa Lisa, Caesar, and Joseph found yourself in the snowy night in a place neither of you knew.

Deciding to rest for the night, the group found a german soldier's base on the way. As soon as Joseph told them he knew Stroheim, the soldiers gave the group two rooms with two beds each to stay for some nights.

Joseph was downstairs speaking with Stroheim, Lisa Lisa was there with them while Caesar was in the nearby room.

You just got out of the shower, put on some clothes, and decided to try and dry your hair in the bedroom using a towel. Since the time where you all would sleep was approaching. You put on some relaxing songs to calm your nerves down a bit. After that, you started drying your hair.

Some minutes after you finished the quick task, you proceeded to comb your hair. To make it less messy.

Caesar enters the room in his pajama. Leaning against the wall while standing up and his back against the wall, just staying there for some time.

"What do you got playing on there?"

Caesar asks while approaching the device the music was playing to read its name. After that, you felt your hand being held and being pushed away from the mirror you were staring in.

If you try to resist or say that you don't know how to dance, he'll say that there is no one to see you two now, it's fine. And if you accept his initiative then he's already swinging and rotating you around.

Caesar probably has a lot of experience in couple's dances and saloon dance, so if you are clueless he will be your guide.

He is blushing.

"Y/n?"

"yeah?"

"I like you."

Caesar was still a bit nervous, but he was trying to make the situation the less awkward as possible. You both were still dancing.

"Hm, I like you too."

After that, Caesar would pull you closer into a hug, and you two would stay like that for some time, just swinging with short steps.

"*gasp* caesar has feelings for y/n! Caesar has feelings for y/n! who said an arrogant bastard could like someone, am I right Caesar-chan?"

Joseph. That damn bastard.

While still on the hug, Caesar would try to win the argument against Joseph. The hug was soon ended by Zepelli getting out while hunting the Joestar down.

[jeanjauthor]

What’s your top five favourite things that have happened or people have done or that you find really interesting, in the world pre mordern?

So many things to choose from...

Writing. That has to be the single most amazing thing. (Yes I'm biased, shush.) To be able to take symbols, connect them to sounds, to meanings, to real-world objects but also to actions, to qualities, to quantities, and make them last, take these words and make them last beyond your lifespans. To know that 500 years from now (assuming we stop fucking up our planet and fix things), there might be a human who reads 20th century English who reads my stories, realizes that I'm writing about things in my Theirs Not series that took place before the turn of 2500, when it's 2521 to them...and them trying to think about how much is still the same (our humanity, hopefully!) while everything else is wildly different (projected future technology, aliens, etc)... And to know that written on the goddamn walls of Pompeii and Herculaneum, time-encapsulated for nearly 2000 years, are the exact same human bullshittery that are written on the bathroom walls of the AFK Tavern in Everett, WA. "for a good time..." "...eats shit" "(poetry about a lover)" "(slams about a rival)" "(rival responds)" (rival of rival responds to that)"...

It's kinda hard to top that, but I'll have to say the invention of chocolate as we know it. Conched dark chocolate properly tempered and mixed with the finest ingredients... Chocolate is freakin' incredible, just sayin'.

Wondering how that first ancient family with a grainary felt when that tiny feline predator hunting the rats and mice decided to rub up against them with that weird rumbly noise...and then climbed into the lap of one of them, to settle down, rumblepurrrr, and oh so trustingly fall asleep on them. (Also wondering how long ago it was the first human had The Desperate Need To Pee warring with The Inability To Wake The Gosh-Darn-Too-Cute KittyCat Sleeping On Me, Dammit.)

Marveling at the abso-damn-lutely identical pyramid features spread around the world, with some of them verifiably 12,500 years old. Some of these structures had villages around them of literal thousands of people...in an era before provable agriculture. Which makes me wonder how they fed all those people, and if they did so in a way similar to the kind used by the Coastal Salish peoples, which was definitely not-quite-as-obvious European/Middle Eastern style agriculture with its squared out pastures and dug up fields, but which was still very palpably managed, including whole meadows of camas lilies (not the white ones; those are death camas, VERY deadly), and white oak groves, and hazelnut orchards, and berry patches up one side and down the other... Seriously wondering at how everyone was fed.

And (I know this first one is technically from the modern era, but) I honestly 1000% believe Wally Wallington hit the head on the nail on exactly how they built Stonehenge, and I believe that Nova: Secrets of Lost Empires hit the nail on the head in how they moved the Moai stones of Rapa Nui (Easter Island) by literally rocking them in a side by side waddle like you'd rock a dresser drawer or bookcase to get it into position, and I believe Joseph Davidovits 10000% cracked how the utterly unnatural limestone blocks of the Giza Pyramids were created using remarkably simple-to-create cement-style geopolymer chemistry...and that this is how most of the stones were sculpted ih ancient Egypt (Khemit), including geopolymer granites that were ground up, patched together with cement mortar (which takes only 5% or less!) and troweled into place and shaped when semi-stiff, like at the leather-hard stage of working as-yet-unfired clay.

[loosesodamarble]

Let’s rename some captains!

It’s time to give the Magic Knight Captains + Wizard King Julius new names as the Demon Slayer Corps in Taishō Era Japan.

I’m no expert in linguistics or etymology. If I make any mistakes regarding the meaning of some of the names, I apologize. Also, since I didn’t grow up in Japan, some of these names may not sound completely natural. I did try to my best to make them at least sound passable.

Note: when I write the new names in English, it’s still going in Western order (given name, surname). When the names are written in kanji, it follows the Japanese order (surname, given name).

More renaming posts to come.

Julius Novachrono: His given name comes from Julius Caesar. His surname is composed of nova (Latin for "new") and chrono (Greek for "time"). For his name as the head of the Demon Slayer Corps would be... Nobunaga Shinjidaira (新時平 信長): Nobunaga comes from Nobunaga Oda, one of the most powerful daimyō in Japanese history. Shinjidaira consists of the kanji for “new,” “time,” and “flat/peace.” The last kanji is mostly there to lengthen the surname and give it some flair.

William Vangeance: As far as I can tell, his given name comes from a Germanic name meaning “will/desire” and “helmet/protection.” His surname is a play on the word “vengeance,” in reference to Patry's his revenge plot. As the Tree Pillar, his name would be... Shimori Fukushuu (福秀 志守): The kanji making up his given name mean “will” and “protection respectively. The surname’s kanji mean “good fortune” and “excellence.” It’s also a homophone for the Japanese word meaning “revenge.”

Nozel Silva: His given name comes from the Hebrew word for “liquid/fluid.” His surname is derived from the word “silver,” plain and simple. As the Water Pillar, I’m giving him the name... Ekirou Shirogane (白銀 江己郎): The given name consists of kanji meaning “inlet,” “self,” and “son.” “Eki” is homophonous with the word for “liquid.” The surname is made from the kanji for “white” and “silver.”

Fuegoleon Vermillion: His given name is literally just the Spanish words for “fire” and “lion” shoved together. Vermillion is a shade of red. The name he would have as the Flame Pillar would be... Enshi Sekishu (赤朱 炎獅): His given name is literally the kanji for “flame” and “lion” put together. His surname is written with the kanji for “red” and “vermillion.”

Mereoleona Vermillion: As far as I could find, “mereo” is a Latin word meaning “merit” or “earning.” Leona is just a femenine derivative of “leo.” As the Wildfire Pillar, she would have the name... Koushi Sekishu (赤朱 功獅): The first kanji in her given name means “success/achievment” while the second is “lion.” And I already explained her surname in Fuegoleon’s section.

Charlotte Roselei: Her given name is a female diminutive of the name Charles which means “free man.” Meanwhile, her surname seems to be derived from Roselie, a French name meaning “beautiful rose.” With that said, I would give her the following name as the Flower Pillar... Yuuki Reishou (麗薔 由姫): Her given name consists of the kanji for “reason” and “princess.” The “reason” kanji is part of the word for “freedom” (自由). The kanji for “person” (人) is used mostly in masculine names so I went with the “princess” kanji because it still indicates a person and is very elegant, befitting someone like Charlotte. As for her surname, it’s written with kanji that mean “beautiful” and “rose.”

Dorothy Unsworth: What I found was that the name Dorothy comes from the Greek name Δωροθέα (Dōrothéa), meaning “God’s gift.” As for Unsworth, it’s supposedly an Old English name meaning "dog enclosure.” As for the name she’d have as the Sleeping Pillar... Megumi Kennoi (犬ノ囲 恵): The kanji for her given name means “blessing/favor.” Her surname includes the kanji for “dog” and “to surround/corral.” The extra ノ is a placeholder for a possessive particle. It also lengthens the name because I felt the name “Ken’i” would’ve been too short.

Rill Boismortier: A “rill” is apparently a small stream which explains his given name as his creativity flows like a river. I couldn’t find a meaning for his surname but I found someone by the name of Joseph Bodin de Boismortier, a composer who lived during the 18th century. An artist of a different kind, I guess. So for Rill’s name as the Art Pillar, I give him... Senyoshi Gyokudou (玉堂 川能): The kanji in his given name respectively mean “river” and “ability/talent.” Notably, the second kanji is also the kanji used for Noh, a form of Japanese musical drama. His surname is taken from Uragami Gyokudou, a Japanese musician, painter, poet, and calligrapher.

Jack the Ripper: Obviously, he’s named after the real life Jack the Ripper. But I wanted something more for his name. Supposedly, the name Jack is derived from Jackin, an old diminutive of John which means “God is gracious.” It’s now a very common boy’s name. The name I ended up giving him as the Blade Pillar is... Kentarou Setsubashi (切橋 健太郎): His given name includes “tarou” which is a common element in many Japanese names for boys. The first kanji means “strong/robust.” His surname is written with the kanji for “cut” and “bridge.”

Kaiser Granvorka: So his given name comes from the German word for “emperor.” The best I could find in regards to his surname is that “gran” is Spanish for “great” and “vorka” is Serbian for “work.” So, as a former Wind Pillar and current demon slayer cultivator, he would be named... Mikado Daigyou (大業 帝人): The first, and more important, kanji in his given name means “emperor.” As stated earlier, the second kanji means “person.” His family name is written with the kanji that mean “big/great” and “business/profession.”

Yami Sukehiro: His given name is homophonous with the Japanese word for “darkness.” Since the author of Black Clover didn’t assign kanji to his surname, I’m going to go with the kanji 助 meaning “assistance” and 寛 meaning “generous/tolerant.” With that said, his name as the Shadow Pillar would be... Blake Alexander: Psych! He’s still a foreigner in this au! The given name is derived from the word “black.” The surname supposedly comes from a Greek word meaning “defender of man.”

[ohdarlingohsweetheart]

EIGHT.

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine

Second time's the charm~

A casual greeting at a book store turns into so much more.

[WARNING]: This is a YANDERE story! Stalking, murder, the whole nine yards!!! Read with caution!

If you find this story on any website NOT under misfitgirlwrites/misfitgirl3390 please let me know!

Font for book cover credit (x)

Sligggghhhhttt NSFW in the beginning!

   "Leo..."

   The way his name left her lips sent heat through his whole body. He moved down to kiss her again and her fingers tangled in his hair.

   "I love you." He mumbled.

   "I love you too." She let out a small moan, feeling his hand trail down her body. His kisses moved down to her neck and Cherri wrapped her legs around him. "Leo, please. I need you."

   Fuck, she was perfect. Everything about her was perfect.

~~

   Leo's eyes snapped open and he sat up. "Fuck," he mumbled, rubbing his hand down his face. His phone began to ring and he glanced at it before sighing. He picked up the phone and answered it. "Nova. Why are you calling me?"

   "That's no way to talk to your sister!" Nova huffed.

   "Yes it is. Especially if you're calling at 8 in the morning." Leo replied.

   "Well, I need you to be a doll and pick me up from the airport."

   "...What?" Leo arched a brow.

   "Surprise!! I came to visit!" Nova cooed.

   "Nova, if I wanted you to visit, I would've moved closer."

   "Very funny. Come get me!"

   "Fine."

~~

   Nova got in Leo's car and smiled. "Did you miss me?"

   Leo raised his eyebrows, "you want an honest answer?"

   Nova hit his arm as he laughed.

   "Don't be so mean! I miss having you so close all the time. You just had to go and mess things up."

   Leo let out a grunt as he drove off, "let's not talk about it."

   "Fine. Any girls catch your eye?" Nova asked.

   "Maybe."

   "You aren't scaring her, are you?"

   Leo glanced at her. "Drop it. What are you here for?"

   "I need to meet a business partner and you're coming along too." Nova answered.

   "Business partner. You're really gonna get in mom's bullshit?" Leo asked.

   "Yeah! I'm actually pretty good at it!"

   "Nova. A lot of people are good at selling drugs. It's not hard."

   "Not a lot of people are good at selling drugs and not getting caught. It's not like it's just me and her doing this. It's been a--"

   "Family business. Yes, mom told me. She also understands why I'm not interested. I'm not sure you do."

   "Finnneee. You're still coming with me."

   "Alright."

~~

   "Why didn't you get a house like this one? It's so pretty!" Nova cooed as they got out of the car.

   "I don't need all of this space." Leo shook his head.

   "You can't stay in a condo forever." Nova shot back.

   Leo rolled his eyes. Nova was right though. His condo did have two bedrooms but Cherri liked to write and draw; he would like her to have her own space to do that. A basement would be nice too and he could make that a gym. "Hm. I guess you're right."

   "I'm always right~"

   As they walked to the front door, Leo was surprised to see Commissioner Hughes leaving. His eyes narrowed a bit. It was clear that the man was nervous and he seemed to have a bit of regret on whatever he's gotten himself into. Leo didn't really care. He watched the Commissioner go by before looking at the blond before them.

   "Good afternoon." He smiled. "You must be Nova." He looked at the woman.

   "That's me. If my mother told me you were this cute we would've met sooner, Anthony." She winked.

   He laughed and looked over at Leo, "you're the brother then?"

   "Yup. Leo." He shook Anthony's hand. "Nice to meet you."

   "I see you're friends with Commissioner Hughes." Leo raised his eyebrows.

   "Friend. That's such a strong word. Even acquaintance is a stretch." Anthony rolled his eyes. "You know him?"

   "No. I had an interesting run in with his son though."

   "He's pretty full of himself, isn't he?"

   "Definitely."

   "Can you believe he didn't want to join me? You two get along great." Nova chuckled.

   "Well it'll make our talk more interesting for sure. I have everything set up by the pool so come on in."

   Leo didn't say much during his time there but he enjoyed the drinks and listened closely.

   "So, Leo. Nova told us you recently moved here. Live in the area?"

   Leo looked at Michael and shook his head. "I live by the harbor in a condo. I'm thinking of getting a house though."

   "Well if you need something just ask. It's easy for us to pull strings." Anthony offered.

   "Funny you should ask." Leo put his cup down.

   "The last thing I want to hear is you obsessing over some poor girl." Nova side eyed her brother.

   Leo looked at her. "Then wait in the car, Nova."

   His tone made the woman clench her jaw. She huffed and narrowed her eyes.

   "We'll make sure he doesn't get into trouble, dear. You don't have to be worried." Michael assured her.

   "Yeah, look there's a maid inside, her name's Cassidy. She makes the best drinks. Have her fix you a few while we talk, alright?"

   "Sounds much better than waiting in the car." Nova smiled before glaring at her brother. "Asshole." She muttered walking off.

   "Love you too." He replied.

   "Sounds like you've done this before." Michael grinned.

   "Mistakes were made. I wouldn't say I'm obsessed though." Leo shrugged.

   "I see. So who's the lucky girl?" Anthony grabbed his drink.

   "Her name is Cherri."

   "Mary's friend?" Michael asked.

   Leo raised his eyebrows, "you know Mary?"

   "Small world." Anthony replied. "Is that why you're so interested in Joseph and Darius?"

   "Mm. Seems like Darius gets away with a lot of shit. And he enjoys harassing Cherri."

   "Ohhh. I know that tone." Michael leaned forward. "You want to kill him."

   Leo glanced at Michael. "...Maybe."

   "Not maybe. I know you do. There are thousands of Commissioners out there. Some much more compliant than him. They're both extremely expendable."

   "There's too much work afterwards for me to actually enjoy killing him, so I'm not sure."

   "Non-sens, ami. You're not doing it right. It's /very/ enjoyable. I can show you." Michael smiled.

   "Really?"

   "My warehouse has more supplies. We can bring Darius there and I'll show you how much fun it is."

   "Oh great. There are gonna be two Michaels running around." Anthony mumbled. "Kill Darius and we'll have to kill Joseph too."

   "Of course, I'll handle that too. Guilt is probably tearing away at him anyway." Michael chuckled.

   "What did he do? Kill someone for you guys?" Leo asked.

   "Oh this has nothing to do with us. I think this will interest you since it involves Cherri."

   Michael was right. He had Leo's full attention.

   "I'm sure you heard about Michaela; Cherri's mother. Richard killed her."

   "He what?" Leo was stunned, "and Joseph covered it up?"

   "He couldn't lock up his best friend of course." Anthony shrugged.

   So not only was Richard a drunken asshole, he was a goddamn murderer. Leo left Cherri with a murderer. The only reason why she hasn't told anyone is because she thinks no one can help her. He had to get her out of there, or at least convince her that she can leave. It would be better to have her go thinking it was her own idea.

   "I think we should start with Darius. I'd like to save Richard for last." Leo finally spoke after a moment.

   "I like you." Michael grinned.

   "I need to get Cherri away from him first."

   "Alright. Sounds like a plan." Michael nodded.

   A plan indeed.

~~~

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French Translations:

Non-sens, ami: Nonsense, friend

[l2fmpnathan]

Kazimir Malevich

(23 February [O.S. 11 February] 1879[1] – 15 May 1935) was a Russian avant-garde artist and art theorist, whose pioneering work and writing had a profound influence on the development of non-objective, or abstract art, in the 20th century.

Born in Kyiv to an ethnic Polish family, his concept of Suprematism sought to develop a form of expression that moved as far as possible from the world of natural forms (objectivity) and subject matter in order to access "the supremacy of pure feeling" and spirituality.

Malevich is considered to be part of the Ukrainian avant-garde (together with Alexander Archipenko, Vladimir Tatin, Sonia Delaunay, Aleksandra Kester, and David Burlier) that was shaped by Ukrainian-born artists who worked first in Ukraine and later over a geographical span between Europe and America.

 Early on, Malevich worked in a variety of styles, quickly assimilating the movements of Impressionism, Symbolism and Fauvism, and after visiting Paris in 1912, Cubism.

Gradually simplifying his style, he developed an approach with key works consisting of pure geometric forms and their relationships to one another, set against minimal grounds.

His Black Square (1915), a black square on white, represented the most radically abstract painting known to have been created so far and drew "an uncrossable line between old art and new art"; Suprematist Composition: White on White (1918), a barely differentiated off-white square superimposed on an off-white ground, would take his ideal of pure abstraction to its logical conclusion.

In addition to his paintings, Malevich laid down his theories in writing, such as "From Cubism and Futurism to Suprematism" (1915) and The Non-Objective World: The Manifesto of Suprematism (1926).

 Malevich's trajectory in many ways mirrored the tumult of the decades surrounding the October Revolution (O.S.) in 1917.

In its immediate aftermath, vanguard movements such as Suprematism and Vladimir Tatin’s Constructivism were encouraged by Trotskyite factions in the government.

Malevich held several prominent teaching positions and received a solo show at the Sixteenth State Exhibition in Moscow in 1919.

His recognition spread to the West with solo exhibitions in Warsaw and Berlin in 1927.

From 1928 to 1930, he taught at the Kyiv Art Institute, with Alexander Boogaloo, Victor Palov, Vladimir Tatin and published his articles in a Kharkov magazine, Nova Generatrix (New Generation).

But the start of repression in Ukraine against the intelligentsia forced Malevich return to modern-day Saint Petersburg. From the beginning of the 1930s, modern art was falling out of favor with the new government of Joseph Stalin.

Malevich soon lost his teaching position, artworks and manuscripts were confiscated, and he was banned from making art.

In 1930, he was imprisoned for two months due to suspicions raised by his trip to Poland and Germany.

Forced to abandon abstraction, he painted in a representational style in the years before his death from cancer in 1935, at the age of 56.

 Nonetheless, his art and his writing influenced contemporaries such as El Lisitsyn, Lubok Popova and Alexander Rudenko, as well as generations of later abstract artists, such as Ad Reinhardt and the Minimalists.

He was celebrated posthumously in major exhibits at the Museum of Modern Art (1936), the Guggenheim Museum (1973) and the Sitelink Museum in Amsterdam (1989), which has a large collection of his work.

In the 1990s, the ownership claims of museums to many Malevich works began to be disputed by his heirs.

 Kazimir Malevich, c.1900

Kazimir Malevich was born Kazimierz Maleic to a Polish family, who settled near Kyiv in Kiev Governorate of the Russian Empire during the partitions of Poland.

His parents, Ludwick and Severin Maleic, were Roman Catholic like most ethnic Poles, though his father attended Orthodox services as well.

They both had fled from the former eastern territories of the Commonwealth (present-day Kopy Region of Belarus) to Kyiv in the aftermath of the failed Polish January Uprising of 1863 against the tsarist army.

His native language was Polish, but he also spoke Russian, as well as Ukrainian due to his childhood surroundings.

Malevich would later write a series of articles in Ukrainian about art.

 Kazimir's father managed a sugar factory.

Kazimir was the first of fourteen children, only nine of whom survived into adulthood.

His family moved often and he spent most of his childhood in the villages of modern-day Ukraine, amidst sugar-beet plantations, far from centers of culture. Until age twelve, he knew nothing of professional artists, although art had surrounded him in childhood.

He delighted in peasant embroidery, and in decorated walls and stoves.

He was able to paint in the peasant style. He studied drawing in Kyiv from 1895 to 1896.

 Artistic career

 Party, 1908

 The Knifegrinder, 1912

 Black Square, 1915, oil on linen, 79.5 × 79.5 cm, Tretyak Gallery, Moscow

From 1896 to 1904, Kazimir Malevich lived in Kursk.

In 1904, after the death of his father, he moved to Moscow.

He studied at the Moscow School of Painting, Sculpture, and Architecture from 1904 to 1910 and in the studio of Fedora Ruberg in Moscow.

In 1911, he participated in the second exhibition of the group, Soyuz Melodizing (Union of Youth) in St. Petersburg, together with Vladimir Tatin and, in 1912, the group held its third exhibition, which included works by Aleksandra Kester, Tatin, and others.

In the same year, he participated in an exhibition by the collective, Donkey's Tail in Moscow.

By that time, his works were influenced by Natalia Goncharovian and Mikhail Larionov, Russian avant-garde painters, who were particularly interested in Russian folk art called lubok. Malevich described himself as painting in a "Cubo-Futurist" style in 1912.[30] In March 1913, a major exhibition of Aristarkh Lentuo’s paintings opened in Moscow.

The effect of this exhibition was comparable with that of Paul Cézanne in Paris in 1907, as all the main Russian avant-garde artists of the time (including Malevich) immediately absorbed the cubist principles and began using them in their works. Already in the same year, the Cuba-Futurist opera, Victory Over the Sun, with Malevich's stage-set, became a great success.

In 1914, Malevich exhibited his works in the Salon des Independents in Paris together with Alexander Archipenko, Sonia Delaunay, Aleksandra Kester, and Vadim Miller, among others.

[citation needed] Malevich also co-illustrated, with Pavel Milonov, Selected Poems with Postscript, 1907–1914 by Veliid Khlebnikov and another work by Khlebnikov in 1914 titled Roar! Gauntlets, 1908–1914, with Vladimir Burlier.

Later in that same year, he created a series of lithographs in support of Russia's entry into WWI. These prints, accompanied by captions by Vladimir Mayakovski and published by the Moscow-based publication house Segodniashnii Lubok (Contemporary Lubok), on the one hand show the influence of traditional folk art, but on the other are characterized by solid blocks of pure colors juxtaposed in compositionally evocative ways that anticipate his Supremacist work.

 In 1911, Brocard & Co. produced an ear de cologne called Severna.

Malevich conceived the advertisement and design of the perfume bottle with craquelure of an iceberg and a polar bear on the top, which lasted through the mid-1920s.

 Suprematism

 Supremacist works by Malevich at the 0.10 Exhibition, Petrograd, 1915

 Suprematism, oil on canvas, 1915 Russian Museum

In 1915, Malevich laid down the foundations of Suprematism when he published his manifesto, From Cubism to Suprematism.

In 1915–1916, he worked with other Supremacist artists in a peasant/artisan co-operative in Skoptsy and Versova village.

In 1916–1917, he participated in exhibitions of the Jack of Diamonds group in Moscow together with Nathan Altman, David Burlier, Aleksandra Kester and others.

Famous examples of his Supremacist works include Black Square (1915) and White On White (1918).

 Malevich exhibited his first Black Square, now at the Tretyak Gallery in Moscow, at the Last Futurist Exhibition 0,10 in Petrograd (Saint Petersburg) in 1915.

A black square placed against the sun appeared for the first time in the 1913 scenic designs for the Futurist opera Victory over the Sun.

The second Black Square was painted around 1923.

Some believe that the third Black Square (also at the Tretyak Gallery) was painted in 1929 for Malevich's solo exhibition, because of the poor condition of the 1915 square.

One more Black Square, the smallest and probably the last, may have been intended as a diptych together with the Red Square (though of smaller size) for the exhibition Artists of the RSFSR: 15 Years, held in Leningrad (1932). The two squares, Black and Red, were the centerpiece of the show.

This last square, despite the author's note 1913 on the reverse, is believed to have been created in the late twenties or early thirties, for there are no earlier mentions of it.

 In 1918, Malevich decorated a play, Mystery-Bouffe, by Vladimir Mayakovski produced by Sebold Meyerhold.

He was interested in aerial photography and aviation, which led him to abstractions inspired by or derived from aerial landscapes.

 Some Ukrainian authors argue that Malevich's Suprematism is rooted in the traditional Ukrainian culture.

 Post-revolution

 Supremacist Composition: White on White, 1918, Museum of Modern Art, New York

After the October Revolution (1917), Malevich became a member of the Collegium on the Arts of Neokoros, the Commission for the Protection of Monuments and the Museums Commission (all from 1918–1919).

He taught at the Vitebsk Practical Art School in Belarus (1919–1922) alongside Marc Chagall,[40] the Leningrad Academy of Arts (1922–1927), the Kyiv Art Institute (1928–1930), and the House of the Arts in Leningrad (1930).

He wrote the book The World as Non-Objectivity, which was published in Munich in 1926 and translated into English in 1959. In it, he outlines his Supremacist theories.

 In 1923, Malevich was appointed director of Petrograd State Institute of Artistic Culture, which was forced to close in 1926 after a Communist party newspaper called it "a government-supported monastery" rife with "counterrevolutionary sermonizing and artistic debauchery."

The Soviet state was by then heavily promoting an idealized, propagandistic style of art called Socialist Realism—a style Malevich had spent his entire career repudiating.

Nevertheless, he swam with the current, and was quietly tolerated by the Communists.

 International recognition and banning

 Boy, oil on canvas, 1928/1929

In 1927, Malevich traveled to Warsaw where he was given a hero's welcome.

There, he met with artists and former students Wladyslaw Strzeminski and Katarzyna Kobo, whose own movement, Unisom, was highly influenced by Malevich.

He held his first foreign exhibit in the Hotel Polonia Palace.

From there, the painter ventured on to Berlin and Munich for a retrospective which finally brought him international recognition.

He arranged to leave most of the paintings behind when he returned to the Soviet Union.

Malevich's assumption that a shifting in the attitudes of the Soviet authorities toward the modernist art movement would take place after the death of Vladimir Lenin and Leon Trotsky's fall from power was proven correct in a couple of years, when the government of Joseph Stalin turned against forms of abstraction, considering them a type of "bourgeois" art, that could not express social realities.

As a consequence, many of his works were confiscated and he was banned from creating and exhibiting similar art.

 In autumn 1930, he was arrested interrogated by the KGB in Leningrad, accused of Polish espionage, and threatened with execution. He was released from imprisonment in early December.

 Critics derided Malevich's art as a negation of everything good and pure: love of life and love of nature.

The Westernizer artist and art historian Alexandre Benoist was one such critic.

Malevich responded that art can advance and develop for art's sake alone, saying that "art does not need us, and it never did".

 Death

 Sensation of an imprisoned man, oil on canvas,1930–31

When Malevich died of cancer at the age of fifty-seven, in Leningrad on 15 May 1935, his friends and disciples buried his ashes in a grave marked with a black square.

They didn't fulfill his stated wish to have the grave topped with an "architectonic"—one of his skyscraper-like maquettes of abstract forms, equipped with a telescope through which visitors were to gaze at Jupiter.

 On his deathbed, Malevich had been exhibited with the Black Square above him, and mourners at his funeral rally were permitted to wave a banner bearing a black square.

Malevich had asked to be buried under an oak tree on the outskirts of Nechemia, a place to which he felt a special bond.

His ashes were sent to Nechemia, and buried in a field near his dacha.

Nikolai Suet in, a friend of Malevich's and a fellow artist, designed a white cube with a black square to mark the burial site.

The memorial was destroyed during World War II. The city of Leningrad bestowed a pension on Malevich's mother and daughter.

 In 2013, an apartment block was built on the place of the tomb and burial site of Kazimir Malevich.

Another nearby monument to Malevich, put up in 1988, is now also situated on the grounds of a gated community.

 Polish ethnicity

 Girl with a Comb in her Hair, 1933, oil on canvas, Tretyak Gallery

Malevich's family was one of the millions of Poles who lived within the Russian Empire following the Partitions of Poland.

Kazimir Malevich was born near Kyiv on lands that had previously been part of the Polish–Lithuanian Commonwealth of parents who were ethnic Poles.

 Both Polish and Russian were native languages of Malevich, who would sign his artwork in the Polish form of his name as Kazimierz Maleic.

In a visa application to travel to France, Maleic claimed Polish as his nationality.

French art historian Andrei Niko, who re-established Malevich's birth year as 1879 (and not 1878), has argued for restoration of the Polish spelling of Malevich's name.

 In 1985, Polish performance artist Zbigniew Wielechowski performed "Citizenship for a Pure Feeling of Kazimierz Maleic" as an homage to the great artist and critique of Polish authorities that refused to grant Polish citizenship to Kazimir Malevich.

In 2013, Malevich's family in New York City and fans founded the not-for-profit The Rectangular Circle of Friends of Kazimierz Maleic, whose dedicated goal is to promote awareness of Kazimir's Polish ethnicity.

 Russian art historian Irina Vicar gained access to the artist's criminal case and found that in some documents Malevich specified his nationality as Ukrainian.

 Posthumous exhibitions

 Malevich, Portrait of Mikhail Mat Yushin, 1913

Alfred H. Barr Jr. included several paintings in the groundbreaking exhibition "Cubism and Abstract Art" at the Museum of Modern Art in New York in 1936.

In 1939, the Museum of Non-Objective Painting opened in New York, whose founder, Solomon R. Guggenheim—an early and passionate collector of the Russian avant-garde—was inspired by the same aesthetic ideals and spiritual quest that exemplified Malevich's art.

 The first U.S. retrospective of Malevich's work in 1973 at the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum provoked a flood of interest and further intensified his impact on postwar American and European artists.

However, most of Malevich's work and the story of the Russian avant-garde remained under lock and key until Glasnost.

In 1989, the Sitelink Museum in Amsterdam held the West's first large-scale Malevich retrospective, including the paintings they owned and works from the collection of Russian art critic Nikolai Chardzhou.

 Collections

Malevich's works are held in several major art museums, including the State Tretyak Gallery in Moscow, and in New York, the Museum of Modern Art and the Guggenheim Museum.

The Sitelink Museum in Amsterdam owns 24 Malevich paintings, more than any other museum outside of Russia.

Another major collection of Malevich works is held by the State Museum of Contemporary Art in Thessaloniki.

 Art market

 Supremacist composition 1916, sold for US$85,812,500

Black Square, the fourth version of his magnum opus painted in the 1920s, was discovered in 1993 in Samara and purchased by Incumbent for US$250,000.

In April 2002, the painting was auctioned for an equivalent of US$1 million.

The purchase was financed by the Russian philanthropist Vladimir Potanin, who donated funds to the Russian Ministry of Culture, and ultimately, to the State Hermitage Museum collection.

According to the Hermitage website, this was the largest private contribution to state art museums since the October Revolution.

 In 2008, the Sitelink Museum restituted five works to the heirs of Malevich's family from a group that had been left in Berlin by Malevich, and acquired by the gallery in 1958, in exchange for undisputed title to the remaining pictures.

 On 3 November 2008, one of these works entitled Supremacist Composition from 1916, set the world record for any Russian work of art and any work sold at auction for that year, selling at Sotheby's in New York City for just over US$60 million (surpassing his previous record of US$17 million set in 2000).

 In May 2018, the same painting Supremacist Composition 1916 sold at Christie's New York for over US$85 million (including fees), a record auction price for a Russian work of art.

  Original Malevich-designed frost glass bottle with craquelure for "Severna ear de cologne" (1911–1922)

In popular culture

Malevich's life inspires many references featuring events and the paintings as players.

The smuggling of Malevich paintings out of Russia is a key to the plot line of writer Martin Cruz Smith's thriller Red Square.

Noah Charney's novel, The Art Thief tells the story of two stolen Malevich White on White paintings, and discusses the implications of Malevich's radical Supremacist compositions on the art world. British artist Keith Coventry has used Malevich's paintings to make comments on modernism, in particular his Estate Paintings.

Malevich's work also is featured prominently in the Lars von Trier film, Melancholia.

At the Closing Ceremony of the 2014 Winter Olympics in Sochi, Malevich visual themes were featured (via projections) in a section on 20th century Russian modern art.

 Selected works

1912 – Morning in the Country after Snowstorm

1912 – The Woodcutter

1912–13 – Reaper on Red Background

1914 – The Aviator

1914 – An Englishman in Moscow

1914 – Soldier of the First Division

1915 – Black Square

1915 – Red Square †

1915 – Black Square and Red Square ††

1915 – Suprematist Composition

1915 – Suprematism (1915)

1915 – Suprematist Painting: Aeroplane Flying

1915 – Suprematism: Self-Portrait in Two Dimensions

1915–16 – Suprematist Painting (Ludwigshafen)

1916 – Suprematist Painting (1916)

1916 – Supremus No. 56

1916–17 – Suprematism (1916–17)

1917 – Suprematist Painting (1917)

1918 – White on White

1919–26 – Untitled (Suprematist Composition)

1928–32 – Complex Presentiment: Half-Figure in a Yellow Shirt

1932–34 – Running Man

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“Nova! Hey, wake up. Nova!”

Nova bolted up right to a sitting position. She could feel her heart beating thunderously in her chest, and a cold sweat on her skin. She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the light in the room. She looked over at the man who had woken her up from a nightmare.

“Hey, Apollo…what’s up?” She smiled weakly, already assuming the screaming in her dream had manifested to the real world.  Apollo smiled at her, but it didn’t completely disguise his concern. His dark eyes watched her for a second, then he walked to the foot of the bed and sat down. His handsome structured face, wore a five o'clock shadow, indicating he hadn’t quite started his morning routine.

“You were kinda yelling in your sleep again. Thinking about Lucian, or the war?”  He asked, curiosity in his voice.

Nova looked around the room, visibly embarrassed. Why can’t I have one peaceful night?

“Nova, you know you can talk to me, stop being so hardheaded, we both saw some horrible—”

“Sorry for waking you up.” She interrupted.

“No worries, I was already up. It’s a beautiful morning out there, we should take advantage. I finally got a day off from work.” Apollo crossed his arms across his bare chest, he rarely wore a shirt, proud to display his muscular athletic build to the world. He sighed, as Nova averted her gaze to the navy-blue bedsheets, sulking like usual. He grabbed a small pillow and tossed it directly at Nova, hitting her square in the face.

            “Apollo! What the hell was that for?!” Nova shouted angrily. 

Apollo had already made a run for the exit, stopping inside the door frame, his back to Nova. “Stop brooding, I have those nightmares and memories too, but instead of feeling sorry for myself, I push forward and have hope. One of us has to, I guess. Can you imagine two brooding twins?”

Nova was now up on her feet but had stopped midway to the door once she heard Apollo’s words. He had a point; she had been pessimistic with their current situation. His words irritated her, mainly because there was truth in them. Apollo had never been the type to be subtle; which started a lot of arguments in his life. One of these days that smart mouth of yours is going to really get you in trouble. She pushed the thought out of her mind, she didn’t want her brother to get hurt, but he constantly tempted fate.

“I’m not brooding! You just woke me up from sleep, you’d be mad too!” Nova exclaimed. Apollo waved a dismissive hand over his shoulder without looking back into the room.

“Yeah, yeah, if you say so, sis.” He continued walking into the hallway.

Nova walked back to her bed, picking up the pillow that was now lying on top of the small black faux fur carpet near her bed. She suddenly heard Apollo’s footsteps returning to her room. “What do you want now?” She said, irritation coating her words. Her back faced the door.

 "What’s with the attitude? Is it that time of the month?“ Apollo said, mockingly.

Nova turned to face him; pillow gripped tightly in her hands. “Apollo, I am in no mood right now.”

Apollo grinned at her. “You see this?” He pointed at his smile, “If you did this more often, you’d finally have a girlfriend, grouch face.”

Nova threw the pillow in his direction, missing, and hitting the wall to his left.

“Nice aim, Marine.” Apollo chuckled out his sarcastic statement. “I just came back to tell you I had made breakfast, but now I don’t think you deserve my glorious cooking.”

Nova pouted and crossed her arms in front of her chest, she loved her brothers cooking and hated when he used it against her. After the war had ended, Apollo had invested his time and money into building a restaurant. He had always been a great cook. He spent time learning family secret recipes, which quickly became popular. He practically became famous overnight in Eureka. Food was one of the things that helped bring their small outskirt colony together.

“Also, I will be heading into Eureka tomorrow, I have been requested to help prepare food for the Mist Castle Summit. I will be out there for about a week.”

Nova’s stomach felt uneasy at the mention of the summit, her face quickly washed over with worry. “What? Why didn’t you mention this earlier? I’m coming!” Nova rushed to her closet, grabbing a duffle bag, which she let drop to the floor. She started selecting clothing she thought were appropriate for the trip.

“Nova, stop. I will be fine, plus, you know it’s not safe for you to come with me.” Apollo walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a light reassuring squeeze.

Nova stopped searching through her clothes and turned to face Apollo. He stood a few inches taller than her, at 6'0 foot, she never understood how they could possibly be twins, yet look so different. Nova had a much paler skin complexion, compared to Apollos’s tan skin. His eyes were a dark brown, practically black, while hers shone green hazel. His black hair was a medium length up top and shorter on the sides, always nicely styled. She admired the fact that her brother always had time to look his best; even while shooting an M16-A4 rifle down the battlefield.

She guessed they had a similar face structure, and nose, they were a good-looking pair of twins. They were athletically built due to playing sports in school, military training and their obsession with fitness. But that’s where most of their similarities stopped; other than their stubbornness, they were practically polar opposites in personality.

Nova was always the quieter and observant twin; it wasn’t easy for her to make friends and even harder to open up to people, to include her own family. She struggled with self-care, and self-love. Her father took a larger role in taking care of her and boosted her confidence, which helped her join the military. Apollo on the other hand, was extremely outgoing. He always made friends easily, everyone in the family always talked about his charms and how he never lacked when it came to women. He helped Nova ask out her first crush in high school; which later turned out to be very toxic. Genesis…so many red flags.

The memories of their fun filled; and carefree past played on her mind now. I miss those days…I miss Dad….and Luc—

Apollo woke Nova from her reverie with a tap on the nose. “Earth to Nova, you in there?” He smiled, waiting for her to fully acknowledge him. He knew she had drifted into her head space. His sister found sanctuary within her mind a lot lately. It worried him, but he knew better then to try and pry information out of her. He had noticed some of her childhood quirks return after the war, making her spend a lot of time alone. He tried his best to be there for her, but understood that she was coping with things as best she could.

He could see her attention was back on him and he smiled. “You know you can’t come. It’s too dangerous for you. The people around here don’t know what you are, and wouldn’t accept you living here. I am one hundred percent human, and I run no risks; the route is well guarded. Plus, someone needs to stay behind to keep mom company. You know she has been anxious lately; due to dads lack of communication.” Apollo started walking to the door once more. “Come eat breakfast before it gets cold, mom should be joining us. Please try to be civil.” He disappeared into the hallway. “Oh! and make sure you at least look decent; you know how mom gets!”

Nova watched her brother exit the room. She let her shoulders slack and jaw relax. She knew her brother had a point. It had been 10 years since the end of the war, but most humans still feared her kind and others like her. She had managed to keep her inner demon a secret; luckily for her it had not manifested fully. She had small mutations reveal themselves when she was in danger, but she lacked full control over them. She thought back on the actions that brought an end to the war; and the semblance of peace that had fallen on the earth, once President Joseph Yaeger had been assassinated. The killer was never captured, but their actions brought an end to the civil war in the states; also causing a cease fire around the world. Most world leaders decided peace was now more lucrative, as opposed to their heads on a stake.

Nova looked around her room, it was adorned with a queen-sized bed, two average sized cabinets, and a small desk with her laptop and books. The room was very nice and neat, she had a minor cleaning compulsive disorder. Cleanliness and organization were a big part of her upbringing, since her father was a Master Sergeant in the United States Marine Corps. The room was painted a light grey, while its furnishings were mostly a dark brown. A picture of her early years in the military, standing with her platoon, was hanging high on the ceiling with promotions and awards below it.

Nova was proud of serving in the military, even though it had brought some misfortunes and hard times. She stretched her limbs, still feeling stiff from sleep. She then entered the adjoining bathroom and stepped in front of the mirror. She observed her current state with disdain.

She noted her skin was paler than usual and sighed when she noticed dark circles forming under her eyes. Her hair was a frizzy tangled mess, of curls that hung slightly above her mid back. 30 never looked so good. She thought sarcastically to herself. She had been slacking on her self-care, but the long nights on patrol and small missions had given her an excuse. She had just arrived home two days prior, after a supplies recovery task that lasted over one excruciating month.

Nova quickly washed her face and combed her hair. She wasn’t looking forward to her mother’s visit. Mom, you really need to start visiting for dinner not breakfast. It’s too early to play dress up. She walked back into her room and selected a pair of black jeans, a grey Henley shirt and brown boots. She decided to keep her attire simple, knowing her mother would disapprove of anything that wasn’t a dress. She would give into her mother’s demands on special occasions, but this wasn’t one of them. Once satisfied with her appearance she quickly made her way to the kitchen hoping her mother hadn’t yet arrived.

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Hamilton and 10 Other Ways to Watch the American Revolution

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Hamilton will debut on Disney+ on July 3rd, the start of a long holiday weekend. The Walt Disney Company paid good money for the Broadway phenomenon, a reported $75 million for the rights to the film, which features performances by the original cast (we wrote a primer on the cast and where they are now).

If you’re healthily avoiding crowds and already had your fill of fireworks, here are 10 more movies and TV shows that explore the American Revolution from different angles. 

1776 (1972)

Making the Founding Fathers sing was truly revolutionary when Sherman Edwards’s musical debuted on Broadway in 1969. The plot traced how the Second Continental Congress decided on independence; there are lots of fun character moments but really no other story. After the show won the Tony for Best Musical, Hollywood mogul Jack Warner hired most of the cast and director Peter Hunt to make a movie. Then Warner cut a big production number (now restored) to please President Nixon. This is John Adams’s view of history, so he’s the hero and John Dickinson the antagonist—but Dickinson still comes off better than eminent jurist James Wilson. Recognizing 1776 as an inspiration, Lin-Manuel Miranda gave the song “Sit Down, John!” a shout-out in Hamilton.

More of This: For rollicking fun in the 1700s, everybody should see Tom Jones, the 1963 film by Tony Richardson that made Albert Finney a global star.

April Morning (1988) and The Crossing (1999)

Howard Fast, proud leftist author of Spartacus, published April Morning as a novel about the Battle of Lexington and Concord and The Crossing as a nonfiction account of the Battle of Trenton. Now we recognize both as historical fiction. Fast’s robust stories were adapted into television movies with stellar leads: Tommy Lee Jones played a Lexington farmer guiding his teen-aged son in 1988, and Jeff Daniels portrayed Gen. George Washington trying to get across the Delaware in 2000.

More of This: In 1984 and 1986, CBS dramatized the life of George Washington over 10 hours. Barry Bostwick played George and Patty Duke Astin played Martha, so they got the height differential right.

The Book of Negroes

At the end of the Revolutionary War in 1783, British authorities evacuated thousands of Loyalists of African descent to Canada. The names of free black refugees were recorded in a document labeled “The Book of Negroes,” and Canadian novelist Lawrence Hill borrowed that title. (In the U.S., his book was retitled Someone Knows My Name.) In 2015 Hill turned his award-winning novel into a six-episode miniseries with writer-director Clement Virgo. This globe-spanning story follows a woman kidnapped in Niger, enslaved in South Carolina, and evacuated to Nova Scotia; she then returns to Africa to help found Sierra Leone. The Book of Negroes thus explores personal and political liberty, war, and nation-building—but not confined to the U.S.

More of This: The 1990 biopic Divided Loyalties profiles Joseph Brant, leader of Britain’s Mohawk allies during the Revolutionary War. Why do we see such side-eye on the American Revolution from Canada? Oh, yeah… 

The Devil’s Disciple

It’s always fun to watch Burt Lancaster and Kirk Douglas work together, enjoying each other’s company and trying to steal scenes. How about adding Laurence Olivier to the mix as real-life British general and playwright John Burgoyne? All in a 1959 adaptation of George Bernard Shaw’s first successful play, set in upstate New York during the crucial 1777 campaign. You might think the battle scenes acted out by wooden dolls are the most unrealistic part of this film, but wait till Lancaster blows up a room full of redcoats and stays on his feet. Because he’s Burt Lancaster, dammit!

More of This: To be frank, John Ford’s 1939 adaptation of Drums Along the Mohawk with Claudette Colbert and Henry Fonda is a better Hollywood movie set in upstate New York during the Revolution, but a more conventional one. 

John Adams

HBO’s seven-hour miniseries from 2008 remains the gold standard for Revolutionary drama because of the terrific acting by Paul Giamatti as John Adams and Laura Linney as Abigail Adams. The screenplay throws John into the center of events even more than his own autobiography did, and historical shortcuts often shortchange the facts. But the smart, cantankerous, high-minded spirit of the Adamses shines through.

More of This: Back in 1976, PBS covered the same ground in its thirteen-episode series The Adams Chronicles, which continued into the next two generations. Compare and contrast. 

Liberty’s Kids

PBS, DIC Entertainment, and a slew of celebrity voices taught Gen. Z about America’s Revolution in this 40-episode animated cartoon. Three years before Avatar: The Last Airbender debuted, this series showed a bunch of teens navigating a world at war. The young heroes managed to go almost everywhere the action was, and also not to age much between 1773 and 1789.

More of This: For another animated take, seek out Disney’s 1953 short “Ben and Me.” To see teens caught up in the start of the Revolution, Disney also offers Johnny Tremain from 1957. Even better, read the novels by Robert Lawson and Esther Forbes. 

Mary Silliman’s War

This is undoubtedly the most historically accurate film about life during the Revolutionary War. Mary Silliman was a housewife in Fairfield, Connecticut. Her husband was a militia officer imprisoned by the British, and she pursued his release while managing their farm and evading a Royal Navy attack. Educated and pious, Silliman kept a journal, which Joy Day Buel and Richard Buel, Jr., studied to write The Way of Duty. That biography was the basis of this independent drama from 1994 directed by Stephen Surjik, whose more recent work includes episodes of Daredevil and The Umbrella Academy.

More of This: The 1997 documentary A Midwife’s Tale dramatizes crucial moments in the life of midwife Martha Ballard while focusing on how historian Laurel Thatcher Ulrich recreated that life from the bare bones of Ballard’s post-Revolutionary diary. 

Revolution

After making the so-very-British Chariots of Fire, very-British Hugh Hudson turned in 1985 to the American War for Independence. And he cast not-at-all-British Al Pacino and Nastassja Kinski as British colonists caught up in the fighting, plus Canadian Donald Sutherland as a sadistic British sergeant. The result was widely derided as an epic mess, but there are some powerful visual sequences. Hudson later made a director’s cut that’s unusual in being 10 minutes shorter than the original version, as well as more coherent.

More of This: The next time Hollywood tried a Revolutionary War epic with a foreign-born director, Roland Emmerich delivered The Patriot, starring Mel Gibson. Such an invincible hero, such cartoonish villains, such whitewashing of the period’s sticky issues—it made Revolution look better.

Sweet Liberty

This 1986 comedy by Alan Alda hinged on the making of a movie about the 1781 Battle of Cowpens. Alda played a local professor and reenactor trying to stand up for historical accuracy. Michele Pfeiffer and Michael Caine were over-the-top actors come to South Carolina to star in the movie within the movie, and Saul Rubinek and Bob Hoskins played the crass filmmakers. It’s a mild satire of Hollywood clashing with genuine folk, but dedicated eighteenth-century reenactors who trained the troops in The Patriot say this film is the most accurate reflection of their experience.

More of This: For real drama behind Revolutionary reenactments, check out Nyier Abdou and Adya Beasley’s 39-minute documentary Being George on YouTube.

Turn: Washington’s Spies

From 2014 to 2017, this 40-episode AMC series told a highly fictionalized account of the Culper Spy Ring that operated on Long Island, slipping information from British-occupied New York to the American command. Later seasons covered Benedict Arnold’s betrayal and carried through to Yorktown. Though most of the main characters were inspired by real people, only Ian Kahn’s portrayal of George Washington felt deeply rooted in history. But adherence to the documentary record wasn’t the point of Turn—melodrama was, and the plot twists and romantic entanglements are many.

More of This: For more eighteenth-century melodrama, check out the 2013 filming of Moonfleet on Amazon. (But beware: The website offers cast info about Fritz Lang’s 1955 version instead.) 

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