#occ 2023

[inga-don-studio]

Carbonation angel

AKA the first thing you see after nearly drowning while being attacked by an entire room of evil killer grampa clones

[feraecor]

Happy New Years every one! I hope that 2024 is a great year for every one (and hopefully a better year for me personally)!

I'm grateful for all you guys and how amazing every one! Plus my wife, Aya (@soulsxng) for always being my partner in crime ;D

[pinky-in-blankets]

Jax: "Ah. Finally remembered us, huh, Cottontail?"

{ aaaaa I'm sorryyyy. }

Jax: "Oh I'm not upset. I had your full attention all month~☆"

Balan: "Well, I think it's about time the rest of us take center stage Jax."

{ aaa but F/ovember is almost over by now-}

Jack: "there's no need to frett! Anytime with you is better than a Halloween treat~ Besides, we can just spend Thanksgiving together."

{ I guess your right.}

Nights: "Of course we are! Now why don't you relax a bit while we take things over for now?"

{ Okay.. I could use a good nap.}

All, Cept Jax: "Rest well, my friend."

Jax: "Sweet dreams Cottontail~"

[thebandicute]

Yesterday was the last day of Kumoricon, and the last day of my trip. I'm really grateful to have been able to spend time with so many friends this past week 💕

Here's a little Apple plush outside of OCC

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Wham! - Last Christmas 1984

"Last Christmas" is a song by British pop duo Wham!. Written and produced by George Michael, it was released on 3 December 1984 via CBS Records internationally and as a double A-side via Epic Records with "Everything She Wants" in several European countries. Wham! donated all of their royalties to relief efforts for the Ethiopian famine.

Upon its initial release in 1984, "Last Christmas" spent five consecutive weeks at number two in the UK singles chart—it was held off the top spot at Christmas by Band Aid's "Do They Know It's Christmas?" (poll #444), on which Michael also performed. After many chart runs in subsequent years, which included three more weeks at number two, the song finally reached number one in the UK Singles Chart on New Year's Day 2021, more than 36 years after its initial release; in doing so, it became the fifth UK number one single for the duo. Prior to it reaching number one, "Last Christmas" had for many years held the record as the highest-selling single never to top the charts by the Official Charts Company (OCC) with 1.9 million copies sold (not including streams). The song reached number one in the UK after it was streamed 9.2 million times in the last week of 2020 and sold 1,555 downloads, resulting in a total of 40,149 combined sales.

Having been the Christmas number two again in 2022, "Last Christmas" finally achieved the accolade of Christmas number one in 2023, 39 years after its initial release, and, in 2024, became the first song to be the Christmas number one in back-to-back years. Combining sales and streams, it also became the third biggest song of all time in the UK. It was certified sextuple platinum in December 2023. Outside the UK, the song topped the charts in fourteen countries and peaked within the top ten of the charts in several countries including Australia, Canada and the US. In Germany, the song is the most successful Christmas single of all time, having spent 169 weeks on the German Singles Chart and attained a peak position of number 1 on 24 December 2021. It has charted every year since 1997. It is the eighth best-selling single of all time in Japan released by a non-Japanese act. It also reached number two on the Billboard Global 200 in January 2021. On 10 December 2024, the digital single was certified 7× Platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA), indicating US sales of 7 million digital units.

The 2019 film Last Christmas prominently features the music of George Michael, including this song.

"Last Christmas" received a total of 78,3% yes votes! Previous Wham!/George Michael polls: #62 "As", #108 "Everything She Wants", #219 "Freedom! '90".

[dawnoftime22]

i don't know.

| N.R

Warnings: long windup to a mental breakdown, loss of breathing, numbing day, vent fic, maybe some bad writing here and there? r loves waffles

Summary: When everything, such as emotions, ends up building away a little too much, the days start to blur together until you soon break. But Nat was there every part of the way.

Word Count: 3k

Category: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort(?)

A/N: hi my darlings :] its a new year and I just wanted to say I love you all and I am so so proud of you for just being here. you are not alone in whatever you're facing. things are hard sometimes and this was hard to write but you make me smile when I see you in my notifs <3 hugs to all of you, you're doing amazing

I hope this fic brings you comfort as it did for me

| Started on 12/11/2023, 7:29 AM |

| Finished on 08/01/2024, 2:05 PM |

Masterlist | N.R Masterlist

"my love. listen to me. breathe, let go, and focus on you and your surroundings. you're safe."

|——————————— ⴵ ———————————|

It was yet another day. Another tiring day. You haven't gone through it yet, but you sure didn't get much rest even though you've slept.

You sigh, and turn your back on the bed. Nat was sleeping beside you, but you were too caught up in zoning out to move closer to her. And you didn't want to wake her yet.

Nothing has even happened today and still, you can't bare to think about anything. Perhaps all your emotions are catching up, and at that thought, you turn your face into the pillow.

Another few minutes pass by with you staring at the ceiling, turning until your leg and arm was dangling off the side of the bed, or face down on your pillow. It didn't take long for your temptation to shuffle closer to Nat to take over though.

You slowly put your arms around her and snuggle closer to her, taking comfort in the warmth of her body. With her being a light sleeper though, she starts to stir awake. Her eyes open and her arms move to hold yours.

"Morning, любовь (love)." She whispered, her voice raspy, but her words filling the room and your heart with warmth with even the smallest way. Maybe this day won't be so bad...Maybe this day won't be so bad.

She turns in your embrace and looks at you with gentle half-lidded eyes, her nose brushing against yours ever so slightly with the fact that you were face-to-face. She could see it in your eyes already, something was off. She moves herself up to leave the softest kiss on your forehead. You could've broken there already, but you didn't. You didn't.

You rest your head against her chest, a small pout making its way to your face. She runs her hand through your hair and holds you for a few more minutes, the both of your breathing being able to be heard as if on whispering volume, but it was there, and gentle.

Soon she pulls away, dragging herself up to a more sitting position, leaving you beside her stomach level. You assume she was about to get up to do her morning routine, and you were about to prepare to pull her back to bed.

"What do you want for breakfast?" She asks, and the question almost made you confused, because you were expecting she would go for her morning run, but it seems, she wants to do something else.

With the simple question, you manage to make up an answer. Although it did take you a few minutes, with your jumbled up mind.

"Waffles." She smiles, having heard that answer several times. Nat gently nudges you to move you to the pillow instead, and goes to get up from the bed.

"Wait," you say suddenly, capturing her arm before it could be out of your reach. She turns back to you, a gentle and curious look upon her face.

"Are you staying?" You ask, your voice being nothing more than a whisper. But the little shakiness it holds doesn't pass by her ears.

"Of course I am." It was a rather simple answer. But the touch of her hand against yours and her eyes meeting yours was more than enough of a promise.

She gives you a small smile before going into the bathroom with her towel, the shower soon being an occuring noise coming from the bathroom.

Your eyes glide over to the window, the view being buildings and the sky filled with fluffy clouds. Your mind strayed. The running water was the only other thing you could focus on.

When Nat came out, she was wrapped into a towel. You pull the covers closer to yourself and curl up under them, feeling colder from just the gusts of wind the ceiling fan is making. Were you only sick and gathering a fever? No. No, that wasn't it.

You turn to look back at Nat, and she was fully clothed already. You watch her walk towards the bed, reaching out her arm to put the back of her hand against your forehead. It wasn't warm. She must know something is up already.

"Shower, okay? Or, you won't get any waffles." She says, her fingers moving a stray hair out of your face, but looking at you with raised eyebrows.

"Is that a threat?" You finally give her the smallest raise on the corners of your lips, and it took everything in her not to cheer.

"Yes, it is!" She said jokingly, her voice further away now that she went out the door, but the volume made it so that the words reached your ears. You shake your head, the sound of her voice being the most adorable thing to you.

You lay your back against the bed once more, staring up at the moving ceiling fan. Today is going to be a long day.

Some movement could be seen in the corner of your eye, and you almost thought Nat was back already, but then when you look, you only see a black furry animal coming to visit you.

Liho jumps up on the bed, and stares at you with her yellow eyes. The cat walks closer, and you go to pet it, the soft fur precious against your gentle hands.

It's cold nose touches you, and at it, you smile. You had forgotten cats had cold noses. Liho steps back a bit, and you tilt your head, wondering about her next move.

She leaped to the other side of the bed, going above your legs to reach to where Nat usually lays, and meows at you.

With your head and eyes following her movement, it soon went up to where the bathroom is. You blink at it for a second or two, making up decisions in your head.

Soon enough, you willed yourself out of bed by slowly going to a sitting position, to letting your legs dangle at the side of the bed, and finally, with hesitancy, getting up.

You were about to go search the closet for an outfit to wear, but then you see at the edge of the bed, a folded hoodie and your favorite sweatpants prepared already, by perhaps, Nat.

Your heart warmed at the caring gesture she did. With the more courage, you make your way to the bathroom to take a warm shower, hoping that the day will only get better.

When you got back out, the fluffy towel kept you feeling cozy, and you got your clothes on. By the time you look to the door and walk to the kitchen, Nat was sitting at the kitchen island, ready with two plates of waffles.

She glances up and sees you, a soft smile present on her face. What got you so lucky to have someone like her? You sit down in front of her, and enjoy the waffles she prepared, the soft texture of your hoodie giving as much comfort as the warmth of the waffle soon going in your mouth.

The rest of the day then consisted of you being unable to focus on anything. You couldn't read, and you couldn't do your hobbies without straying off to doing something else such as staring off into space or just laying on the couch or bed doing nothing.

You yawn, for the tenth time the past hour. But you weren't sleepy. Gosh, you were tired though. Nat was beside you on the couch, working on something on her laptop while you scrolled endlessly on your phone.

Her eyes go over to you, before flickering back to her laptop, her hands then moving to turn it off and close it. She turns her head to you, and the attention you feel from the side has you looking away from your phone and instead, at her.

"Do you wanna sit down outside? The sun's going down." She tilts her head towards the door, then goes to glance at the window in the living room, it having a view of the sky slowly changing color.

Your eyes had a certain shine on them when they laid upon the window, the colors and the way the sunlight does a shape of the window somewhere on the floor finally captured an attention of your auto-pilot mind. You nod at Nat's question, a quiet "Yeah," making out of you.

"Look," you say, just as Nat was about to get up from the couch. She looks down and was just as entranced as you were at the scenery in front of her.

"You should take a photo." She encourages you with a small smile and stands up. You take out your phone and find a perfect angle to grab a picture. Also making sure the exposure is on the perfect level.

"I'll make us hot chocolate, yeah? You can go out first so you don't miss the first few minutes." Nat says, going to the kitchen. Liho enters the scene, and lays down on the carpet just next to where it seeped in the sun, and you just had to take another picture.

After you were satisfied, you push yourself up with your hands and make your way to the door, slowly opening it and going out, leaving it open just a crack so Nat could come outside easier.

A golden sunset spreads throughout the place. The sun paints the sky a lovely shade of orange mixed with light blue, and a tinge of pink. You admire how smooth the gradient is.

The wooden texture of the floor makes itself known on your hands as you shuffled to rest your back against the wall of the house, but you slide your hands into your pockets comfortably.

The door opens, and Nat comes outside with two fresh mugs of hot chocolate. One being coffee though, for herself. She was quick. In your peripheral vision, you could see her sitting next to you on the porch, and hand you one mug.

You turn your head to look at her, and you reach up with one of your hands that held you up to grab the hot chocolate. The warmth made itself comfortable in your hands as you clasped it lightly to not burn yourself, but making sure your grip wasn't too loose.

You take a deep breath in, and let it out as a long sigh, not meaning to do it so audibly. Natasha takes notice of this, and her eyes drift from the view of the sunset, over to you, seeing just how lost in your head you were.

"Are you okay детка (baby)?" She starts gently with a simple question. She knows today was one of those days.

"I don't know," you say. It was honest. You don't know what you've felt for a while, but it was certainly gnawing at you for something. Some kind of release. You just didn't have time or energy to in the past few days.

"You've been off the entire day." She adds, her voice laced with concern, but no judgement. She put her mug to the side after another sip, her focus all on you while you tried to keep yours on the sunset.

"I just wanna stay home right now," you whisper. It's not that she was about to ask you if you wanted to go out, but rather, just the fact that you felt comfortable and safe at the moment. This is home. She's your home.

Nat's eyes roam your face, searching for all the thoughts you're thinking. But she couldn't really read your face. Perhaps because, you didn't know what you were feeling either. Sad? Mad? Stressed? Anxious? So many feelings available to name, but all you felt was a sense of heaviness.

"...I feel like falling apart anytime." that was the only other thing you could say. Your voice quiet, so quiet she could only hear it because she was right beside you.

It clicks in for Nat, and she understands fully. She's done it herself, countless times. And you were there nearly every single time. Feelings being kept and slowly overflowing, until everything in the past few months catch up.

You tried everything within you not to. You tried. But it's not possible with how much you've already tried avoiding your emotions. The birds chirped and flew off home while the sun sank down.

Nat hears a small sniffle and a quiet but sharp intake of a breath coming from you, until another slightly louder sniffle comes out, and you turn your head to face her. She sees your eyes glistening with tears, and she takes in her own breath to not cry herself. To see you in such a state left a crack in her heart.

Her arms instinctively goes to pull you closer and hold you, and that was when you broke. You hid in her neck and sobbed in her embrace, your tears staining her shirt.

It was unusual, but not the first time you've broken down like this. Nat was still getting used to saying assuring words, but she thinks about all the things you've said to her before, and tries her best to use it in her own ways.

She gently runs her fingers through your hair, holding you safely. She could feel your body shaking, and your chest going up in hiccups from your breathing between your sobs.

"Oh, солнышко (sunshine)." She whispers softly, so softly. The sounds of your cries made her frown. She knows you can hold too many things in sometimes, but this was...heartbreaking.

Your fingers were gripping her shirt, afraid that perhaps, she'd disappear. But you can hear her heart beating, being so near to her chest while you were at her neck.

When she hears you taking too many, far too many breaths, she knows she has to step in. She leans back a little to see you, and you look up at her with your tear filled eyes.

"Look at me...follow my breathing, alright? I don't want you to lose it." She says, her head moving with her movement, but her voice was gentle, yet firm enough for you to keep a focus on her.

She takes a deep breath in from her nose and lets it out from her mouth, encouraging you follow. You eventually manage to do it, after a bunch of hiccups, and slowly regain your normal breathing. Nat nods slightly, her hands moving up to move your hair back, showing more of your face and hoping it makes breathing easier for you, giving you space.

"Take your time, дорогой (darling)." Her eyes move back to yours, the green in her pupils holding the look of a forest. A peaceful one.

"There you go." She quietly said, leaning in to rest her forehead against yours, the touch comforting you. She gives you a small reassuring smile before going up and laying a kiss on your forehead.

"You'll be okay." Your teeth catches your lip as you look at her, and she can tell there were thoughts racing in your head. She runs her thumb lightly on your lips, making you let go of it.

Once again, a black furry cat enters your vision, and it goes in between you and Nat, making the both of you look down for a moment.

You, with your cheeks stained with your tears, Liho walks up to you and rubs her head and body against yours, the gesture making your heart melt.

A teary laugh comes from you, and you reach out to touch it, the soft fur going against your hand. Liho, too, was concerned it seems, from how long you've been sitting outside, but also moves to go to Nat, checking on her too.

The redhead picks the cat up, petting it for a few seconds before setting it aside. Liho sits down, watching the two of you before her attention went to the streetlights turning on. You two stare at her for a bit until your eyes meet each other once more.

She shuffles closer to you once again and you rest your head against her shoulder, the heaviness in your own shoulders and heart having faded away in the mental breakdown. You felt steadier again, just a little more.

"I love you, okay?" She whispered, her eyes on the wooden floor the porch held, but her focus being all on you.

"I love you, too. So much." You couldn't be more grateful for her. She would always be there for you, whether it be through the hard times or the light and happier times.

Liho turns back to you two and goes to lay down between your bodies. The cat always managed to find a way to come in the right times, too.

With every small step you've taken before, you knew you've come this far not to just stop. Even when it's hard. But even so, you shouldn't always hold yourself too strong. Emotions are complicated. That's just how it is, but letting go could always be a relief.

Here you were in the moment, breathing and living with your heart beating lively in your chest. The gentle touch of Nat's fingers brings you back to reality.

Everything was going to be okay.

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[covid-safer-hotties]

Reference saved on our archive (Over 1,400 open-access science papers and counting! Daily updates!)

Key Points Question What was the extent of racial and ethnic differences in all-cause excess mortality during the COVID-19 public health emergency (PHE) by age, and were disparities departures from prepandemic norms?

Findings This cross-sectional study measured more than 1.38 million PHE-associated all-cause excess deaths and found that in the overall population, the highest observed-to-expected mortality ratios occ urred among non-Hispanic American Indian or Alaska Native and Hispanic populations. However, observed-to-expected mortality ratios were highest in the population aged 25 to 64 years, particularly among American Indian or Alaska Native, Hispanic, and Native Hawaiian or Other Pacific Islander groups; among people aged at least 25 years, the Black population accounted for 51.1% of excess mortality; disparities deviated from prepandemic baselines.

Meaning These results suggest that the COVID-19 PHE disproportionately affected several minoritized racial and ethnic groups; the largest relative increases occurred in the population aged 25 to 64 years, implying lasting downstream consequences.

Abstract Importance The end of the COVID-19 public health emergency (PHE) provides an opportunity to fully describe pandemic-associated racial and ethnic mortality disparities. Age-specific excess mortality differences have important downstream implications, especially in minoritized race and ethnicity populations.

Objectives To characterize overall and age-specific all-cause excess mortality by race and ethnicity during the COVID-19 PHE and assess whether measured differences reflected changes from prepandemic disparities.

Design, Setting, and Participants This cross-sectional study analyzed data of all US residents and decedents during the COVID-19 PHE, aggregated by observed race and ethnicity (at time of death) and age. Statistical analysis was performed from March 2020 to May 2023.

Exposures COVID-19 PHE period (March 2020 to May 2023).

Main Outcomes and Measures All-cause excess mortality (incident rates, observed-to-expected ratios) and all-cause mortality relative risks before and during the PHE.

Results For the COVID-19 PHE period, data for 10 643 433 death certificates were available; mean (SD) decedent age was 72.7 (17.9) years; 944 318 (8.9%) were Hispanic; 78 973 (0.7%) were non-Hispanic American Indian or Alaska Native; 288 680 (2.7%) were non-Hispanic Asian, 1 374 228 (12.9%) were non-Hispanic Black or African American, 52 905 (0.5%) were non-Hispanic more than 1 race, 15 135 (0.1%) were non-Hispanic Native Hawaiian or Other Pacific Islander, and 7 877 996 (74.1%) were non-Hispanic White. More than 1.38 million all-cause excess deaths (observed-to-expected ratio, 1.15 [95% CI, 1.12-1.18]) occurred, corresponding to approximately 23 million years of potential life lost (YPLL) during the pandemic. For the total population (all ages), the racial and ethnic groups with the highest observed-to-expected all-cause mortality ratios were the American Indian or Alaska Native (1.34 [95% CI, 1.31-1.37]) and Hispanic (1.31 [95% CI, 1.27-1.34]) populations. However, higher ratios were observed in the US population aged 25 to 64 years (1.20 [95% CI, 1.18-1.22]), greatest among the American Indian or Alaska Native (1.45 [95% CI, 1.42-1.48]), Hispanic (1.40 [95% CI, 1.38-1.42]), and Native Hawaiian or Other Pacific Islander (1.39 [95% CI, 1.34-1.44]) groups. In the total population aged younger than 25 years, the Black population accounted for 51.1% of excess mortality, despite representing 13.8% of the population. Had the rate of excess mortality observed among the White population been observed among the total population, more than 252 000 (18.3%) fewer excess deaths and more than 5.2 million (22.3%) fewer YPLL would have occurred.

Conclusions and Relevance In this cross-sectional study of the US population during the COVID-19 PHE, excess mortality occurred in all racial and ethnic groups, with disparities affecting several minoritized populations. The greatest relative increases occurred in populations aged 25 to 64 years. Documented differences deviated from prepandemic disparities.

[fa1rysugar]

Pretty Boy

Mammon x Reader, Satan x Reader, Simeon x Reader.

Male reader.

Trigger Warnings: Smut, Praise, Degration, Me being delulu, handjob, anal fingering, bad writing, mirror, might be occ, and hair tugging. Let me know if I missed anything.

Lmao I'm delulu don't mind me.

He grabbed your hair a smile coming to his lips as he kissed your neck. He pulled your hair making you right in the mirror. Looking at how pathetic you are. Your cock leaking pre-cum. He's barely even touch you and you're already a pathetic whore. You cock as hard as a rock. It was humiliating watching his fully clothed body behind your nude body. The way he looked at you like a predator hunting their pray. His erection press right against your ass. Oh, how you just wanted hi, inside you. You didn't want him inside of you, you needed him inside of you. You would die if you didn't. His voice caught you out of your trace "Don't be such a filthy whore pretty boy."

Your face flushed at his words. Even more when his hand started to stroke your cock. You hips mindlessly bucking forward. He wasn't stroking you hard enough. His fingers barely grazing your cock. Fucking tease.

Satan wasn't mean. Well not as mean as he could be when it came to sex. He could be so loving and so sweet, but why would he do that when he has you crying underneath him. Your cock twitching. Tears of pleasure and pain streaming down your face. He knows he's being mean and he has intention of crying.

"Aww, don't cry pretty boy. It's okay."

He's mocking you, you know he is but for some reason it turns you on even more. His fingers curling inside you ass making you moan out your cock twitching more.

Simeon grunted as you grinded on his lap. You two weren't married, he knew this was wrong. He was an angel of the lord, but you were so pretty. He needed you in every sinful way he could get you. His kissed you, messy. Teething clashing tongues fighting. His hands reached to grabbed your hips pulling you down to grind harder on his lap. His cock twitching along with yours. He needed you. His hand slipping under your shorts and boxers starting to stroke your cock. His other hand gripping at your shirt. Whining.

"P-please pretty boy need you on my dick right now."

English is not my first language and it's confusing as fuck. Spelling and grammar mistakes ,ight be in here no need to tell me, I don't care.

A real quote from my friend "Simeons is giving Y/N fanfiction back in 2018" - Alli 2023 at 3 am on December 20th.

[wave2love]

✧ my lovely love 𖥔˙̣

park jongseong x male!reader

IN WHICH, choi y/n after finally landing a job after many many interviews finds out his new boss is the boy that broke his heart many years ago in highschool. can the two become friends again and maybe more or will it once again end in tragedy with y/n crying on the floor of his room for days left to pick up the pieces of his once again broken heart.

⌗ genre — fluff, angst, smau, nonidol!au, ceo!jay, secretary!reader, male!reader, exes to lovers

⌗ warningz — swearing, maybe slightly sexual jokes, kys jokes, chapter specific warnings will be added

⌗ featuring — enhypen, txt, yunjin and chaewon of lesserafim, and many more !

⌗ status — discontinued. (started — aug 25 2023, ended — nov 10 2023)

⌗ karma’s corner ᵎᵎ hii! first smau kinda nervy.. I’m kinda busy so slow updates.. don’t expect much I suck at writing. ++ they might be occ sorry..

⌗ other notes — chapters in italics have written parts. chapters + taglist under the cut

˚ʚ ───・ CHAPTERS

⌗⌗ PROFILES. 4lyferz — brotherz (+2) 😎 — jay’s sugar babies + riki

01. “why are you here?”

02. 3rd of december (in the snow)

03. #FAKEFRIEND

04. bro code 👊

05. celebrate! (mini filler)

06. new friends

07. the talk

08. anything for him

09. chae being normal (shots shots shots)

10. (my lovely) love

11. late night texts

ᓚᘏᗢ : 🗯 ꗃ more to be added — titles are subject to change

taglist ᵎᵎ comment or send an ask to be added — @junjiie @kpopstanmeg @stvrboy-k @jarosutff

don’t steal my work xoxo — © wave2love

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Stinkpump Linkdump

Next Tuesday (December 5), I'm at Flyleaf Books in Chapel Hill, NC, with my new solarpunk novel The Lost Cause, which 350.org's Bill McKibben called "The first great YIMBY novel: perceptive, scientifically sound, and extraordinarily hopeful."b

Once again, I greet the weekend with more assorted links than I can fit into my nearly-daily newsletter, so it's time for another linkdump. This is my eleventh such assortment; here are the previous volumes:

https://pluralistic.net/tag/linkdump/

I've written a lot about Biden's excellent appointees, from his National Labor Relations Board general counsel Jennifer Abruzzo to Consumer Financial Protection Bureau chair Rohit Chopra to FTC Chair Lina Khan to DoJ antitrust boss Jonathan Kanter:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/14/prop-22-never-again/#norms-code-laws-markets

But I've also written a bunch about how Biden's appointment strategy is an incoherent mess, with excellent appointees picked by progressives on the Unity Task Force being cancelled out by appointees given to the party's reactionary finance wing, producing a muddle that often cancels itself out:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/08/fiduciaries/#but-muh-freedumbs

It's not just that the finance wing of the Democrats chooses assholes (though they do!), it's that they choose comedic bunglers. The Dems haven't put anyone in government who's as much of an embarrassment as George Santos, but they keep trying. The latest self-inflicted Democratic Party injury is Prashant Bhardjwan, a serial liar and con-artist who is, incredibly, the Biden Administration's pick to oversee fintech for the Office of the Comptroller of the Currency (OCC):

https://www.americanbanker.com/news/did-the-occ-hire-a-con-artist-to-oversee-fintech

When the 42 year old Bhardjwan was named Deputy Comptroller and Chief Financial Technology Officer for OCC, the announcement touted his "nearly 30 years of experience serving in a variety of roles across the financial sector." Apparently Bhardjwan joined the finance sector at the age of 12. He's the Doogie Houser of Wall Street:

https://www.occ.gov/news-issuances/news-releases/2023/nr-occ-2023-31.html

That wasn't the only lie on Bhardjwan's CV. He falsely claimed to have served as CIO of Fifth Third Bank from 2006-2010. Fifth Third has never heard of him:

https://www.theinformation.com/articles/the-occ-crowned-its-first-chief-fintech-officer-his-work-history-was-a-web-of-lies

Bhardjwan told a whole slew of these easily caught lies, suggesting that OCC didn't do even a cursory background search on this guy before putting him in charge of fintech – that is, the radioactively scammy sector that gave us FTX and innumerable crypto scams, to say nothing of the ever-sleazier payday lending sector:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/05/01/usury/#tech-exceptionalism

When it comes to appointing corrupt officials, the Biden administration has lots of company. Lots of eyebrows went up when the UN announced that the next climate Conference of the Parties (COP) would be chaired by Sultan Ahmed Al-Jaber, who is also the chair of Dubai's national oil company. Then the other shoe dropped: leaks revealed that Al-Jaber had colluded with the Saudis to use COP28 to get poor Asian and African nations hooked on oil:

https://www.bbc.com/news/science-environment-67508331

There's an obvious reason for this conspiracy: the rich world is weaning itself off of fossil fuels. Today, renewables are vastly cheaper than oil and there's no end in sight to the plummeting costs of solar, wind and geothermal. While global electrification faces powerful logistical and material challenges, these are surmountable. Electrification is a solvable problem:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/12/09/practical-visionary/#popular-engineering

And once we do solve that problem, we will forever transform our species' relationship to energy. As Deb Chachra explains in her brilliant new book How Infrastructure Works, we would only need to capture 0.4% of the solar radiation that reaches the Earth's surface to give every person on earth the energy budget of a Canadian (AKA, a "cold American"):

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/17/care-work/#charismatic-megaprojects

If COP does its job, we will basically stop using oil, forever. This is an existential threat to the ruling cliques of petrostates from Canada to the UAE to Saudi. As Bill McKibben writes, this isn't the first time a monied rich-world industry that had corrupted its host governments faced a similar crisis:

https://billmckibben.substack.com/p/a-corrupted-cop

Big Tobacco spent decades fueling science denial, funneling money to sellout scientists who deliberately cast doubt on both sound science and the very idea that we could know anything. As Tim Harford describes in The Data Detective, Darrell Huff's 1954 classic How to Lie With Statistics was part of a tobacco-industry-funded project to undermine faith in statistics itself (the planned sequel was called How To Lie With Cancer Statistics):

https://pluralistic.net/2021/01/04/how-to-truth/#harford

But anything that can't go on forever will eventually stop. When the families of the people murdered by tobacco disinformation campaigns started winning eye-popping judgments against the tobacco industry, the companies shifted their marketing to the Global South, on the theory that they could murder poor brown people with impunity long after rich people in the north forced an end to their practice. Big Tobacco had a willing partner in Uncle Sam for this project: the US Trade Representative arm-twisted the world's poorest countries into accepting "Investor-State Dispute Settlements" as part of their treaties. These ISDS clauses allowed tobacco companies to sue governments that passed tobacco control legislation and force them to reverse their democratically enacted laws:

https://ash.org/what-is-isds-and-what-does-it-mean-for-tobacco-control/

As McKibben points out, the oil/climate-change playbook is just an update to the tobacco/cancer-denial conspiracy (indeed, the same think-tanks and PR agencies are behind both). The "Oil Development Sustainability Programme" – the Orwellian name the Saudis gave to their plan to push oil on poor countries – maps nearly perfectly onto Big Tobacco's attack on the Global South. Nearly perfectly: second-hand smoke in Indonesia won't give Americans cancer, but convincing Africa to go hard on fossil fuels will contribute to an uninhabitable planet for everyone, not just poor people.

This is an important wrinkle. Wealthy countries have repeatedly demonstrated a deep willingness to profit from death and privation in the poor world – but we're less tolerant when it's our own necks on the line.

What's more, it's far easier to put the far-off risks of emissions out of your mind than it is to ignore the present-day sleaze and hypocrisy of corporate crooks. When I quit smoking, 23 years ago, my doctor told me that if my only motivation was avoiding cancer 30 years from now, I'd find it hard to keep from yielding to temptation as withdrawal set in. Instead, my doctor counseled me to find an immediate reason to stay off the smokes. For me, that was the realization that every pack of cigarettes I bought was enriching the industry that invented the denial playbook that the climate wreckers were using to render our planet permanently unsuited for human habitation. Once I hit on that, resisting tobacco got much easier:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/06/03/i-quit/

Perhaps OPEC Secretary General Haitham Al-Ghais is worried about that the increasing consensus that Big Oil cynically and knowingly created this crisis. That would explain his new flight of absurdity, claiming that the world is being racist to oil companies, "unjustly vilifying" the industry for its role in the climate emergency:

https://www.cnbc.com/2023/11/27/opec-says-oil-industry-unjustly-vilified-ahead-of-climate-talks-.html

Words aren't deeds, but words have power. The way we talk about things makes a difference to how we act on those things. When discussions of Israel-Palestine get hung up on words, it's easy to get frustrated. The labels we apply to the rain of death and the plight of hostages are so much less important than the death and the hostages themselves.

But how we name the thing will have an enormous impact on what happens next. Take the word "genocide," which Israel hawks insist must not be applied to the bombing campaign and siege in Gaza, nor to the attacks on Palestinians in the West Bank. On this week's On The Media, Brooke Gladstone interviews Ernesto Verdeja, executive director of The Institute for the Study of Genocide:

https://www.wnycstudios.org/podcasts/otm/segments/genocide-powerful-word-so-why-its-definition-so-controversial-on-the-media

Verdeja lays out the history of the word "genocide" and connects it to the Israeli government and military's posture on Palestine and Palestinians, and concludes that the only real dispute among genocide scholars is whether the current campaign it itself an act of genocide, or a prelude to an act of genocide.

I'm not a genocide scholar, but I am a Jew who has always believed in Palestinian solidarity, and Verdeja's views do not strike me as outrageous, or (more importantly) antisemitic. The conflation of opposition to Israel's system of apartheid with opposition to Jews is a cheap trick, one that's belied by Israel itself, where there is a vast, longstanding political opposition to Israeli occupation, settlements, and military policing. Are all those Israeli Jews secret antisemites?

Jews are not united in support for Israel's oppression of Palestinians. The hardliners who insist that any criticism of Israel is antisemitic are peddling an antisemitic lie: that all Jews everywhere are loyal to Israel, and that we all take our political positions from the Knesset. Israel hawks only strengthen that lie when they accuse me and my fellow Jews of being "self-hating Jews."

This leads to the absurd circumstance in which gentiles police Jews' views on Israel. It's weird enough when white-nationalist affiliated evangelicals who support Israel in order to further the end-times prophesied in Revelations slam Jews for being antisemitic. But in Germany, it's even weirder. There, regional, non-Jewish officials charged with policing antisemitism have censured Jewish groups for adopting policies on Israel that mainstream Israeli political parties have in their platforms:

https://jewishcurrents.org/the-strange-logic-of-germanys-antisemitism-bureaucrats

Antisemitism is real. As Jesse Brown describes in his recent Canadaland editorial, there is a real and documented rise in racially motivated terror against Jews in Canada, including school shootings and a firebombing. Likewise, it's true that some people who support the Palestinian cause are antisemites:

https://www.canadaland.com/podcast/is-jesse-a-zionist-editorial/

But to stand in horror at Israel's military action and its vast civilian death-toll is not itself antisemitic. This is obvious – so obvious that the need to say it is a tribute to Israel hardliners – Jewish and gentile – and their ability to peddle the racist lie that Israel is Jews and Jews are Israel, and that every Jew is in support of, and responsible for, Israeli war-crimes and crimes against humanity.

One need not choose between opposition to Hamas and its terror and opposition to Israel and its bombings. There is no need for a hierarchy of culpability. As Naomi Klein says, we can "side with the child over the gun":

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2023/oct/11/why-are-some-of-the-left-celebrating-the-killings-of-israeli-jews

Moral consistency is not moral equivalency. If you're a Jew like me who wants to work for an end to the occupation and peace in the region, you could join Jewish Voice For Peace (like me):

https://www.jewishvoiceforpeace.org

Now, for a jarring tone shift. In these weekend linkdumps, I put a lot of thought into how to transition from one subject to the next, but honestly, there's no good transition from Israel-Palestine to anything else (yet – though someday, perhaps). So let's just say, "word games can be important, but they can also be trivial, and here are a few of the latter."

Start with a goodie, from the always brilliant medievalist Eleanor Janeaga, who tackles the weirdos who haunt social media in order to dump on people with PhDs who call themselves "doctor":

https://going-medieval.com/2023/11/29/doctor-does-actually-mean-someone-with-a-phd-sorry/

Janega points out that the "doctor" honorific was applied to scholars for centuries before it came to mean "medical doctor." But beyond that, Janega delivers a characteristically brilliant history of the (characteristically) weird and fascinating tale of medieval scholarship. Bottom line, we call physicians "doctor" because they wanted to be associated with the brilliance of scholars, and thought that being addressed as "doctor" would add to their prestige. So yeah, if you've got a PhD, you can call yourself doctor.

It's not just doctors; the professions do love their wordplay. especially lawyers. This week on Lowering The Bar, I learned about "a completely ludicrous court fight that involved nine law firms that combined for 66 pages of briefing, declarations, and exhibits, all inflicted on a federal court":

https://www.loweringthebar.net/2023/11/federal-court-ends-double-spacing-fight.html

The dispute was over the definition of "double spaced." You see, the judge in the case told counsel they could each file briefs of up to 100 pages of double-spaced type. Yes, 100 pages! But apparently, some lawyer burn to write fat trilogies, not mere novellas. Defendants accused the plaintiffs in this case of spacing their lines a mere 24 points apart, which allowed them to sneak 27 lines of type onto each page, while defendants were confined to the traditional 23 lines.

But (the court found), the defendants were wrong. Plaintiffs had used Word's "double-spacing" feature, but had not ticked the "exact double spacing" box, and that's how they ended up with 27 lines per page. The court refused to rule on what constituted "double-spacing" under the Western District of Tennessee’s local rules, but it ruled that the plaintiffs briefs could fairly be described as "double-spaced." Whew.

That's your Saturday linkdump, jarring tone-shift and all. All that remains is to close out with a cat photo (any fule kno that Saturday is Caturday). Here's Peeve, whom I caught nesting most unhygienically in our fruit bowl last night. God, cats are gross:

https://www.flickr.com/photos/doctorow/53370882459/

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If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/02/melange/#defendants_motion_to_require_adherence_with_formatting_requirements_of_local_rule_7.1

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Hollywood Reporter - Sugizo interview (July 2023)

"Before the structures of civilization and society as we know them, from the so-called tribal or village stage, music was like a ritual to connect with gods and nature."

"I’m particularly drawn to esoteric Buddhism, which was influenced by Indian Hinduism. Sutras, the Quran, and mantras come from different religions, but they're similar in that they help people step into the truth through words and sounds. I am influenced by the aesthetic sense in religion and the sounds or words that emanate from the existence of the Divine."

"The structure we’re dealing with was created by capitalist society, which turned finance into its religion. It’s been over 300 years already, and I think this capitalist society has reached its limit. However, the older generations have grown complacent with this system and cannot change the world."

"THE INTERVIEW"—A Deep Dive into the Most Captivating Artists, Led by The Hollywood Reporter Japan's Editor-in-Chief

For the 1st edition of The Interview, a series that explores the most noteworthy artists in depth, SUGIZO takes the spotlight. Known not only for his music but also for his influence in fashion, social activism, and more, SUGIZO is an artist who conveys his message through various mediums. Editor-in-Chief Yamamoto delves into the core of his multifaceted expression, exploring the philosophy that shapes his life and creative pursuits.

In the second part, the focus shifts to his inner world—what SUGIZO aims to communicate through his music and the message he is willing to dedicate his life to delivering.

Yamamoto: I watched SUGIZO Quarter Century Festival 25th Anniversary Gig last year and felt the diversity in your live performances. It wasn’t just about the sound but about conveying what’s in your heart, and it felt like you were embodying true diversity. Even though there were various forms of expression like rock, jazz, and techno, I noticed a consistent message throughout. What is it that Sugizo wants to convey?

Sugizo: What I want to convey now is completely different from when I debuted. Honestly, you could say I was a different person back then. At the time, I was all about myself—completely consumed by my own ego and driven solely by the desire to climb higher. For better or worse, I was extremely hungry. By my mid-20s, I had achieved a certain level of results with things like stardom, chart success, and large audiences. But in the end, none of it left anything meaningful. Even after performing at Tokyo Dome or selling a million records, I didn’t feel the satisfaction I expected. To be honest, there was no sense of happiness at all. Gradually, I began to realize, “This isn’t what I truly want to do.”

My approach to expression began to change in the late 1990s. I started to feel a transformation—a desire to use my expression and awareness to reach people: my peers, my family, and even those in distant countries. Over the past 20 years, music has become a tool for me to express my belief that it resonates with the true nature of humanity, life, and the universe.

Yamamoto: I can feel the cry of your soul from your guitar. During your 25th-anniversary live, I felt like I was being sent into space, unable to tell which was up or down. There were also clear messages about war and the environment. Could you elaborate on this?

Sugizo: We can create the future with each of our consciousness and actions. I believe very few people, whether in Japan or globally, think that the world as it is now is in an ideal state. But it’s something we can change through our actions and consciousness. Unfortunately, the reality is that many people live in circumstances that are far from comfortable or satisfying—It can hardly be said that they are particularly happy or wealthy. And yet, it seems to me that many people don’t think, “Let’s change things for the better through our consciousness and actions.”

It doesn't matter whether you are famous or not, your occupation, or of course your race or ethnicity. With this consciousness, all divisions are meaningless. It is an action that anyone in the world can take, and it is something that everyone in the world wants.

No matter how unknown you are, no matter how powerless you think you are, there is a partner, family, parents, and children who love you. Every single person is born with inherent value. Conversely, everyone has the right to commit to the world and to influence it. I live every day with the belief that this is our purpose. I just happen to be a musician and an artist, but I think if I were in a completely different profession, I would still take the same actions and live by the same principles.

Yamamoto: What are the things you’re particularly committed to in your music production?

Sugizo: A technique I often use because I love it is field recording. I record the sounds of nature and blend them into my music. Even the meticulously crafted sounds of guitars or synthesizers created in the studio can be overpowered by the sound of water trickling in Yakushima. The energy of the sounds in nature is really strong, that sound alone can sometimes help your body feel at ease. It's like the sound is trying to return your body to a normal state. It's sound healing, isn't it? That's exactly what the album 『愛と調和』 (Love and Harmony) released at the end of 2020 was about, I wanted to blend the power of sound that affects the bodies of living things into my music. Ideally, I’d prefer to record not in urban areas like Tokyo but in the midst of untamed nature. Eventually, I plan to change my environment to make that happen.

Yamamoto: So, you’re saying that sound doesn’t just move the heart, but also directly affects living organisms?

Sugizo: Truly high-vibration sounds—sounds as pleasant as those of nature—can physically affect the human body. There are many perspectives on this, so I won’t claim I’m 100% theoretically correct, but there’s this concept that “water crystals are influenced by sound.” Water that is continuously exposed to high-energy sounds, gentle sounds, sounds filled with love, or loving words will form beautiful crystals when it crystallizes. Conversely, water that is continuously exposed to music or words filled with hatred and negative energy will form dirty, murky crystals.

Since humans are made up of 70% water, if we continue to listen to kind words and pleasant sounds, the water crystals inside our bodies should become beautiful. I believe that sound must have a positive physical effect. If someone hears words like “I love you” or “You’re amazing” continuously versus someone hearing words like “I hate you” or “I want to kill you,” it’s obvious whose mood and health would be better.

That said, my music doesn’t only express love and light. It also emits energy of madness and agonized cries. Both aspects are always present. Even if I cannot express my feelings through singing or lyrics, I believe that my sounds, compositions, and melodies carry energy beyond that, and I dedicate myself to music with that in mind.

Yamamoto: Your music often feels as if it’s painting visuals for the listener.

Sugizo: Sound influences the five senses. When you’re at a live performance, rave, or party, the excitement of moving your body and dancing can bring incredible relief. It shakes both your heart and body, scattering all the negative energy within you. It’s like purification. Even intense dancing or heavy, aggressive sounds aren’t inherently negative.

Of course, within the story of my music, there are anguished cries and anti-messages, but ultimately, I want you to be purified and enveloped in positive light. After releasing negativity through powerful sounds, I like to finish with melodies that feel like they’re descending from the heavens. That way, the sound permeates both the body and the heart. For me, it’s essential to perform sounds of stillness and silence at the end of an intense live performance.

Yamamoto: Thinking about it that way, it feels like a kind of ritual.

Sugizo: Music originally was that, wasn’t it? Before the structures of civilization and society as we know them, from the so-called tribal or village stage, music was like a ritual to connect with gods and nature. That may have been the primary reason it existed 3,000 or even 5,000 years ago. I play music with the belief that this is its most fundamental and essential purpose.

Yamamoto: I see. Music and religion seem to have a deeply interconnected relationship.

Sugizo: I’m particularly drawn to esoteric Buddhism, which was influenced by Indian Hinduism. Sutras, the Quran, and mantras come from different religions, but they're similar in that they help people step into the truth through words and sounds, I am influenced by the aesthetic sense in religion and the sounds or words that emanate from the existence of the Divine. Personally, I’m especially fond of *Kūkai. Love and Harmony was influenced by him as well.

*Kūkai, posthumously called Kōbō Daishi (弘法大師, "The Grand Master who Propagated the Dharma") Japanese Buddhist monk, calligrapher, and poet who founded Shingon, the Japanese branch of Vajrayana Buddhism.

Yamamoto: Finally, could you share what kind of "light" you see in the future?

Sugizo: In recent years, I’ve felt a deeper connection with children all around the world. Refugee children from the Middle East, and since last year, teenage refugees from Ukraine. Here in Japan, I often meet children from foster homes. I’ve also been connecting with high school students in Miyazaki through annual talks I give. They are more important to me than adults, because they are the key people who will create the next era.

Especially with LUNA SEA, there are many families who come to our concerts, and I see kids enjoying themselves with such radiant, shining faces. When I perform my music in front of high school or middle school students, they’re completely immersed, watching with incredible focus and trying to absorb everything. The idea that they might think, “We can build this world; we can change it”—that’s the greatest light to me. Whether it happens within my lifetime or not, I don’t know. Maybe the world will change for the better in an instant, or it may take 100 years.

Wars are still ongoing. People directly involved in conflicts like Ukraine and Russia are steeped in hatred and fear, but it’s impossible to believe they don’t all wish for peace. We need to shift away from these negative, militarized methods and focus on how we can change the world for the better as soon as possible. But honestly, adults aren’t going to change. Because war is the largest source of profit. It’s clear where the money flows, who benefits, and who suffers.

Yamamoto: What can be done to break that cycle?

Sugizo: The structure we’re dealing with was created by capitalist society, which turned finance into its religion. It’s been over 300 years already, and I think this capitalist society has reached its limit. However, the older generations have grown complacent with this system and cannot change the world. For children who question it, I hope they don’t just blindly follow the old methods without thinking. Instead, I want them to discern the true essence and truth of things, realize it, and take action.

I see the light in the current Gen Z and the even younger Alpha generation. As for people like me or the older generations who are nearing the end of their lives, we’ve had our time (laughs). I want to pass the baton to them as soon as possible. If I can become a cog in that process, it would be my honor.

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Broadway Divas Tournament: Round 2B

Lea Salonga (1971) “LEA SALONGA (Co-Producer) Broadway producing debut. As a performer on Broadway: Miss Saigon (Tony, Olivier, Drama Desk, and OCC awards), Once On This Island, Allegiance, Les Misérables, Flower Drum Song. Lea has toured globally as a concert artist, released multiple solo albums and was honored as a Time100 Impact Award recipient in 2002.” – Playbill bio from Here Lies Love, August 2023.

NaTasha Yvette Williams “NATASHA YVETTE WILLIAMS (Matron “Mama” Morton) is delighted to join Chicago! Last seen in Show Boat (Queenie), NY Philharmonic. Broadway: A Night with Jannis Joplin (Aretha, Joplinaire), The Gershwins’ Porgy and Bess (Mariah), The Color Purple (Sofia). Featured vocalist/concerts: Carnegie Hall (Irving Berlin), Avery Fisher Hall (Ragtime), Indianapolis Symphony, Baltimore Symphony, Naples Philharmonic, Ottawa Symphony, just to name a few. NaTasha is also a recording artist. Love to Gregory and the little Lees! www.natashayvettewilliams.com” – Playbill bio from Chicago, January 2015.

NEW PROPAGANDA AND MEDIA UNDER CUT: ALL POLLS HERE

"Back from the dead, Lea Salonga lives to fight another day. And the tournament once more has an Asian on the docket. I may have been Team Christine last round, but now I shall embrace my Southeast Asian homeland."

"Grammy-winner NaTasha Yvette Williams, damn that sounds good. It's what she deserves. Truly, she was the reason I made it through that musical alive."

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Fae Horrors, Mother Horror edition

This week's double feature has a bit of a monstrous motherhood theme.

You Are Not My Mother (2021) is an Irish psychological horror written and directed by Kate Dolan. It's a changeling story, although there are some teasing hints of a pucca lingering about as well.

It's about a teenager trying to navigate the shittiness of being bullied at school while her mom has a mental breakdown and her grandma is convinced that aforementioned mother is in fact a changeling who needs to be dealt with in The Old Way. Teenage Char isn't so sure about that one, but she DOES know that her mom went missing for several days during a depressive episode and has come back with a wholly new and deeply disturbing personality. She also discovers that there are some disturbing family secrets that put a whole lot of things into context.

This is one of those movies that can spark a vibrant discussion of ableism in horror. And I think that's appropriate, tbh, because it's impossible to tell a Changeling story without butting into that. A lot of modern adaptations take a firm stance that changelings aren't real, thus all of the things done to supposed changelings (like burning them to make them reveal themselves) are cruel and barbaric. And from a historical perspective, I think that is correct. But in a setting where changelings are real, could it be that those monstrous actions are justified? Well, maybe, maybe not. This film asks that question and doesn't, I think, take a firm stance one way or the other. Instead, this movie agrees that, yeah, being the child of someone with severe mental illness does sometimes really suck, and sometimes nobody can really do anything about it, but sometimes people who are compassionate step up to help the best they can anyway.

It's messy. I would have liked it less if it weren't.

Also, I think this was Dolan's feature debut, and it's a damn fine first movie.

Other films with similar vibes:

Pyewacket

The Babadook

Relic

They Look Like People

Goodnight Mommy

In My Mother's Skin (2023) is a folk horror co-productionof the Philippines, Singapore, and Taiwan, written and directed by Kenneth Dagatan. It's set during WWII during the Japanese occupation of the Philippines, about a wealthy family who has been accused of stealing Japanese gold. When the dad goes to plead help from the Americans, he leaves behind a sick wife and a couple young kids, and the wife's condition rapidly deteriorates.

The responsibility for caring for the household falls to young daughter Tala, who -- while looking for food for her family -- encounters a colorful-but-malevolent insect-like faerie queen in the woods. She enters a bargain with the faerie to save her mother's life, and everything rapidly goes to shit when her mother starts to transform into...uh...something else.

I don't know enough about Filipino mythology to know whether this is referencing any folktales or fairy figures in particular, or if the glittering insect queen is just a stand-in for all of the ways a kid can be fucked over by the horrors of war.

This movie is also quite good, but it is unrelentingly bleak and kind of overstays its welcome by repeatedly hammering home the awfulness of Tala's circumstance. Like, damn, dude, I get it. War is hell and it's the innocents who suffer. At least in other movies where supernatural stuff happens during war, the fairies offer their own sort of reprieve from the horrors outside. But our insect queen is not so merciful. It's just an hour and a half of being poured from one frying pan into a series of increasingly hot fires.

But then again....right now...we could probably stand to remember the horrors of war and the suffering of innocents. Maybe it's worth remembering that there are no silver linings when children are being bayoneted by occupying fascists.

Other Movies With Similar Vibes:

Pan's Labyrinth

The Housemaid

Errementari: The Blacksmith & The Devil

Krasue: Inhuman Kiss

History of the Occult

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@yellowwallsbluesky asked about new Untamed end!

ahhhhh here is 27,745 words of wangxian that will never see the light of day. Thank you for asking!

I mentioned in my post about lwjwwx2 that I had a really hard time writing CQL fic partly because I just could not imagine WWX having any sex or even being particularly romantic. In CQL, he strikes me as very in love, but not in a romantic or sexual way. The problem was a little bigger than that, though, because I also could not imagine LWJ having sex. To be clear, I thought of LWJ as extremely romantic and sexual. But while LWJ's desire comes across as extremely intense, he's so hellbent on doing whatever WWX wants and whatever would make WWX comfortable, never pushing a single thing on WWX at all. In the second half of the show LWJ strikes me as extremely passive unless WWX needs him; he lets WWX get away with everything and expresses himself so little and so poorly that I just didn't see how these kids could get it together! That was 2020 - summer 2023. Then I was on the couch and thinking about them and could suddenly imagine it happening! So I started writing.

If this was a real fic I assume it would make some people extremely impatient. It takes place directly after CQL, and neither of them have any idea what they want from each other or what they can be to each other. I've seen plenty of people say it's unrealistic for them not to understand each other by then. But for me personally it makes sense that you could love someone with your whole heart and never once consider sex or romance, so to me CQL does not come across as romance but rather the prequel to one that is not necessary consummated (even with kisses) in the next scene after the end.

The premise is that after the end of CQL they go back to Cloud Recesses. LWJ knows that WWX arouses him and that he wants to be as close as humanly possible, but this doesn't really correlate in his mind to wanting to have sex and get married. He doesn't even think about sex. He just wants, all the time, a undefined longing that feels desperate and unstable to him. Meanwhile he's determined to do anything in his power to make WWX feel safe and comfortable and welcome.

It's not really a characterization of LWJ that makes sense to me now. I think I just needed to get it down to deal with idk, the way the censorship makes CQL so weird. I think the way I would read CQL!LWJ now is that he knows he wants WWX romantically and sexually but has difficulty communicating it with words and also does not want to impose, because people have asked so much of WWX and WWX is so willing to sacrifice himself for people he loves, and LWJ does not want WWX sacrificed. The reason this WIP is labelled "new" is that I went back and started changing the LWJ characterization so he was someone who knew what he was doing.

Meanwhile, the WWX is actually more knowing than I see him now. He comes back to Cloud Recesses with LWJ and feels restless and confused about his place there. He doesn't feel like he has a real role and even if LWJ really likes him, he doesn't understand what he could be here. But then LWJ just keeps giving and giving and giving, and WWX becomes very aware of what it looks like, from the outside. WWX has never been concerned about reputation for himself, but he is aware that reputation is a thing, and he cares about it for LWJ, so he notices. And when he notices that other people think they're a couple, he also realizes that it's what LWJ wants too. And WWX's reasoning is basically "well, why not? I'd give him anything; if he wants it, he can take it."

So he pushes and pushes on the boundary of friendship. It's obvious he's not doing it because he wants it because he thinks LWJ does. But it's also obvious he's not against it and that he doesn't know what he wants and that he would rather be something for LWJ than nothing at all. The idea was going to be that after they finally have sex, WWX grows addicted to the cuddling and intimacy that occurs afterwards and wants it all the time--because he doesn't really want it otherwise. He struggles to accept that kind of intimacy unless there's an act of service involved, because he doesn't really feel worth of it.

I actually think that this was the breakthrough for me. Once I realized that WWX would very much like to be held but doesn't really know how to let it happen unless there's a good reason for it, I finally felt like I could write him and write the whole wangxian dynamic. Of course, my WWX changed too; I am definitely more likely to write him now as not having a clue about what LWJ wants from him. That said, I read this fic, and I still buy that WWX could see that LWJ wants this from him and that his response is "sure, I'll do anything," even if he doesn't necessarily feel strong sexual attraction. That WWX gets off on service, which is still something I can buy.

Anyway I only got 25% of the way through shifting the LWJ characterization when I started writing Say More, and I realized I never really had a goal or end for this fic. It was just something I needed to write to get to know the characters--though I will say, I reread it to write this post, and I still really enjoy it!

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