#s: old souls

[fashionablyenigmatic]

"Stan."

@violeteyedkiller

[violeteyedkiller]

@fashionablyenigmatic said: "Oh that won't do, I need you at least 75%"

"I'm sure you could help me increase that score."

[fashionablyenigmatic]

@violeteyedkiller

Maybe we aren’t so different after all

[uncanny-tranny]

An important aspect of youth liberation is not tying the idea of later adult care with having children.

The broader attitude that only your children can ensure that you get taken care of when you grow old is not a good precedent to set. Having children should not be what ensures that you can live through old age, and fear mongering people with the idea that nobody will ever take care of them (or, rather, shouldn't) is such an awful motivator to have children.

[elephantlovemedleys]

PATRICK SWAYZE and JENNIFER GREY photographed at the 60th Academy Awards (1988)

[mikunology]

goofing about with my VY1 & 2 designs

[pamouche]

« You used to say Joe is not dead nor alive. I would like to know what you meant. » - ming

« These tea leaves are actually dead leaves. But when you pour hot water into it. You get aromatic tea to drink. Then do you think these leaves are alive or not ? » - fortune teller

« If he’s not dead yet, why hasn’t he come back to me ? » - ming

MY STAND-IN. EP 5: SECOND CHANCE

[hiphophardware]

D'Angelo

[ice-and-fires-blog]

My boots for Wednesday remind me of the Spice Girls in how tall they are. OMG!

Yes im a 90's kid sorry

[thatrickmcginnis]

ROWLAND S. HOWARD, Toronto, April Fool's Day, 1988.

Rowland S. Howard was one of a handful of my guitar heroes (a list that includes Andy Gill, Ricky Wilson, Keith Levene and Robert Quine.) This is probably why I made the effort to photograph Howard and his band when they came through town, despite not having an assignment or a venue where the photos would be published. I brought along my studio in a bag and found the same helpfully empty space behind the bar at the Silver Dollar Room, the same place where I'd photographed Lydia Lunch two months earlier. These three shoots I did early in 1988 were crucial and coincidentally connected as Howard worked with Lunch throughout his life (their collaborative "concept album" Honeymoon in Red had been released the year previous), as had Henry Rollins, the next subject in my ad hoc studio at the Silver Dollar, who would also work with Howard.

I found Rowland S. Howard to be polite and friendly, with impeccable manners - very different from the haunted-looking man who would stalk the stage chain-smoking in concert videos I'd seen of The Birthday Party of Crime & the City Solution. He was in town with These Immortal Souls, the band he'd formed with his brother Harry Howard, his girlfiend Genevieve McGuckin and drummer Epic Soundtracks (born Kevin Godfrey), but for some reason McGuckin didn't make the Toronto show, part of a tour supporting their first record, Get Lost (Don't Lie). I spent most of the three rolls of film I ran through my Mamiya C330 trying to get a decent portrait of Howard, but shot the band together on the last half of the third roll, where Epic is wearing a Black Flag t-shirt; These Immortal Souls were the first non-American band on the Flag's label, SST.

Rowland S. Howard smoked all through my shoot with him, which I spent trying to get something that captured his somewhat wasted elegance. My white backdrop, a painter's tarp, had taken on some impressive wrinkles while stuffed in the gym bag it lived in between shoots, and it's taken considerable skill and digital magic to get these shots to look as slick as I had imagined them while doing this shoot nearly forty years ago. In the end I think they capture a few different facets of Howard, who would be in poor health for many years after I met him, afflicted from Hepatitis C that would lead to cirrhosis and liver cancer and ultimately kill him in 2009, at just fifty. Epic Soundtracks would die suddenly in his London home in 1997, after recording several acclaimed solo albums. Autoluminescent, a documentary about Howard, would come out in 2011.

[fashionablyenigmatic]

The taste of A name.

Alphonse looked at his husband with a twinkle of humor in his eyes. They were lounging on the couch, the soft glow of the evening light casting a warm, intimate ambiance around them. Alphonse had noticed something peculiar about Stan's lovers over the years. In their open marriage, names beginning with the letter A seemed to follow Stan like a pattern, himself included.

Stan caught Alphonse's amused expression and raised an eyebrow. "What's got you smirking?" he asked, leaning closer.

"Oh, nothing sordid...well, not yet anyway," Alphonse teased, his voice soft and affectionate. "But I do wonder, what's with you and people with A names? Surely it can't be a type thing; it's too many for a simple coincidence."

Stan chuckled, The Idea of a blush creeping into his cheeks. "I like the taste of them," he confessed, his tone playful. "They taste good to say."

Alphonse sat up, intrigued, his hand gently brushing against Stan's. "That explains it then!" He giggled, a light, airy sound. "But darling, I do believe you ought to get more unusual names in your diet. Being varied is better."

Stan scoffed lightly, taking Alphonse's hand in his. "Just because they begin with A doesn't mean they aren't unusual. If anything, you have the most usual name."

Alphonse pretended to be offended, a playful glint in his eyes. "How dare you call me 'usual'! But you're right; Alphonse is standard compared to names like Archer or Amity. ...You aren't wrong...but work down the alphabet at least."

"Well, I'm not the only S name in your love life," Stan suggested, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Hm? Do you mean you and Syliph? That's sweet, but I don't think that's the same, dear," Alphonse said, absentmindedly running his fingers through Stan's hair, completely forgetting about Stilio, his ex, for good reason.

Stan gave Alphonse a knowing look but decided against bringing up the exes, not wanting to spoil the moment. "Though, if you want to get technical," he continued, "...I technically have a T name."

Alphonse's eyes sparkled with delight. "Oh, I know, and I love how it rolls off the tongue, Tanmur~." He said the name slowly, savoring the sound.

The way Alphonse said it sent a small shiver down Stan's back. He leaned in, their faces inches apart. "But if we are discussing the flavors of names, I assume out of our kids, you probably enjoy the names Karnus and Cadmus. I imagine to you they might be crunchy?"

"Stan is crunchy, Tanmur and Alphonse are smooth, Cadmus and Karnus have a bit of heat to them...like firecrackers. More poppy than crunchy," Stan explained, his voice a gentle murmur.

"Interesting. What about Bennie and Syliph?" Alphonse questioned, their noses almost touching.

"Umami. Bennie is savory, and Syliph is unctuous."

"Unctuous...that's a word. Flatteringly oily in flavor?" Alphonse asked, his lips brushing against Stan's as he spoke.

Stan tried to think of a better description, lost in the intimacy of the moment. "Full-bodied? I mean oily in the way that it slips off the tongue, not so much in a smooth way but not unpleasant."

Alphonse doubled down, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "So, flatteringly oily."

Stan grimaced slightly, leaning in to kiss Alphonse's forehead. "Hey, I'm doing my best to make comparisons to things I'm not familiar with."

"That's all right, dear. Unctuous is the right word, and that is what it means. I know you aren't calling Syliph oily. Cadmus is more likely to be the oily one... personality-wise, I mean."

Stan gave a sensible chuckle, pulling Alphonse closer, their foreheads touching as they basked in the warmth of their shared laughter.

@violeteyedkiller

[violeteyedkiller]

Old Feathers, New Truths

(Discord rp with @fashionablyenigmatic)

Al: Sneezes an explosion of old feathers OWCH.

Stan: -starts picking them up-

Al: I don't wanna go to true form I don't like molting.

"you aren't supposed to be molting now…"

"I don't want to."

"Al… You really have to stop denying your body like this. It's going to run it's course and you're only making it worse by prolonging it" He continues to gently dab his back with a warm washcloth, knowing how itchy the new feathers could be coming in

"Fine.." he allowed himself to transform and instead of the gold and white feathers with a blue hue. There was bright orange and red tones.

Stan doesn't hold back a dissatisfied sound

"It's not about him but a project I've been working on." "Thats a little about him.

Stan puts the washcloth down

"He reminds me of you when we first met."

"That isn't the compliment I think you hope it is"

"No it's not. Okay so Kha'xanzyr is stuck in this layered bullshit of gods and hierarchal ziggurat right? He is a bloodthirster who is capable of magic but is deathly afraid of stepping out of a box he put himself in and he cant step out of because his brother Skarbrand owns him via an axe that can house his soul but Skarbrand is an exile from Khorne this making him and nosering in the same pile of shit right?

"Alphonse. I don't fucking care"

"Let me explain because it's stupid."

"No I don't want to hear it. I've already told you I don't want you meddling with all that demon shit. You can't come here with your body changing because of them and say that it's fine"

"It's just an escapism."

"Escapism that still has the very real risk of coming home with you" "to our family"

"They could care less."

"Say that when there's bloodthirsters leveling the city"

"Baba Yaga is a barrier they would have to go through to get to the city."

Stan gets up

"Stan."

There was too much going on in his head right now and it was ringing through their connection. Possessiveness, amplified by season. Fear, fear of losing control, of not having that control in the first place, of not being able to be the one to protect his city from such a threat (real or imagined). Frustration and anger and loss all muddled in there too. "I'm going for a walk"

This is why he didn't want to molt he felt guilty for his true colors. He had grown attached not on purpose Kha'x did remind him of Stan from before which is why he wanted to help him but he was an asshole a demon and hadn't gotten any assurances and in that he was wrong. He could just stop going. Couldn't he? Let his colors go back to normal stop worrying about smelling of blood and sulfur.

It would be a good couple of hours before he returned. Which wasn't great, but it was better than how he would have processed all this in the past. When he finds Alphonse, he lingers in the doorway, arms crossing tight, eyes averted. Even so, it too him a while to finally speak up. "It's just not fair, Alphonse. You get to go on these adventures while I stay here worrying about what might happen. I've had to leave people behind you know. Once I figured out they were associated with people who could threaten the city, threaten our family. People I wanted to save too. He was a demon and I had a strong connection with him but he was a slave and I could not save him without bringing everyone else into the shit. I just hope you give me the same courtesy."

He didn't remember this did Stan ever bring this up? "Are you comfortable…talking about him?"

He sighs. "His name is Maximus." How long ago this was..he can't remember. Three years? Five? Certainly not 10…but might have been. "Not the kind of demon you've been associating yourself with but the more horned person type. Soft-spoken. Elegant. I had met him first….ages ago. Only a bit after you and I first met. Would run into one another occasionally. I know why you have an attraction to Kha'x. Seeing something in someone they can't see for themselves. Wanting to be the one to break them out of that shell."

"What made him dangerous?"

"Berger. The woman he was tied to" his fingers clench and there was a flair of heat through their connection. "Green eyed, possessive, zealous. When she found out about me she tightened her reigns on Maximus and commanded him to start harvesting souls in the city. I tried to cover it up but it was clear that our time had run out. I could not keep Maximus without bringing that witch's wrath on the city. I could not bring myself to put our family in harm just for the sake of some fantasy."

He leaned against him gently squeezing new feathers out of their shells. He didn't say anything for a minute. "I have been obsessing…" "and it is convoluted and stupid."

"It wouldn't be us if it wasn't fucking complicated, huh?" Stan slightly leans back against him in kind, gently smoothing down some out of place feathers on his forearm

"And it makes me look like a fucking parrot."

That gets a ghost of a smile But it doesn't stay long

"Would you allow me to say goodbye?"

He frames his feathered face in his hands, drawing it in to press his forehead to his. "Of course. I just need you to be careful, alright?"

He nods and it felt fixed and true "I will I'm gonna go bathe. Wash off the sulfur and crusty feathers."

(Mentioned: Kha'xanzyr @skxrbrand Maximus @beyondedenton)

[kellymagovern]

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[spotaus]

Late Night quick thing (New Age Sillies)

Bad news: That joke post about including Reset + Orchid is definitely not canon. (I legit got sad thinking about Reset being in a universe where Orchid isn't- because their stories are so so intertwined- but Nightmare 100% would NOT risk the whole twins exploding Error's soul thing.)

Good news: This means I COULD include Kane (Reset's older brother who usually dies in timelines where Reset is born) and use it to develope his character a bit more! Also! Perhaps a Blue × Dream kiddo is finally in the stars for me to design?

[brofightiscancelled]

ah, muddled