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whisperthatruns · 2 years ago
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[...] I’m marked  by grief and by the idea that something must emerge from grief. The difference was not unlike that difference between the fear I felt going toward the cliff and the fear I feel---having gone---seeing what’s beyond.
Paul Tran, from “Scheherazade / Scheherazade,” All the Flowers Kneeling (Penguin Books, 2022)
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bossymarmalade · 11 months ago
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Installation view of Freedom Square: The Black Girlhood Altar at the Chicago Cultural Center
The exhibition at the Chicago Cultural Center opens with the installation “Homegoing.” The work is a suspended image depicting a screenshot from Ma’Khia Bryant’s personal TikTok. In the photo she’s laying her edges, her jet-black hair shining, her baby face clean and free of makeup. Below the printed photo is a collection of candles, stuffed animals, and a bouquet. On April 20, 2021, Ma’Khia was killed by an Ohio police officer in what was later determined a justifiable homicide. She was 16 years old. 
In the gallery titled Rest and Recess: The Courtyard, the exhibition transports the viewer to the Caribbean where Black girls play together unburdened and hopeful. A tree, sculpted by Robert Narciso and made from branches from Rekia Boyd’s family home, sits in the center of the room casting a protective shadow over everything. From its branches hang yellow paper hearts scribed with the hopes and dreams of little Black girls. The sound of their joyful cacophony activates the space.
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shanks · 8 months ago
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nosnexus · 2 years ago
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Farewells at the End of All Things...
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rennebright · 8 months ago
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Scheherazade | 不夜城のキャスター by queasyS [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.
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powerupcomicstonight · 3 months ago
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illustratus · 11 months ago
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Scheherazade and the Sultan by Alfred Choubrac
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wryterofworlds · 2 years ago
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SOMEONE please write the Neverafter modern au fanfic where Gerard impulsively becomes a foster parent for Pinocchio and Ylfa after he and Elody “take a break” (it’s not a divorce, he insists, it’s temporary) and because of course he let Elody keep the mansion, he’s not going to make her move out he’s not a monster, he now lives in a little suburban house next to the overly indulgent Timothy Goose, his husband, his son Jack, and his incorrigible cat Pib. Soon after his cousin Rosamund turns up on his doorstep not offering any explanation, but her parents don’t seem to be looking for her and Gerard knows a little too much about parents who don’t look for their children, so she lives there too now and is helping out with Gerard’s strange little foster kids. Ft. Gerard sleeping on the couch every night because of course he gave the master bedroom to Rosamund and Ylfa and Pinocchio share a room with a bunk bed; Timothy helping out where he can, most often in the form of giving way too many cookies; Pinocchio dragging Pib everywhere and trying to use the cat as a scapegoat for half the mischief he gets up to (the other half is things Pib actually did but no one believes a cat would be capable of); the weirdly intense social worker Mr. Wolf; Timothy’s coworkers at the local school Scheherazade and Aesop; and Pinocchio’s ever growing collection of stuffed animals including Senator, cricket, Pinocchicrow and Spinocchio
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dummy-dot-exe · 9 months ago
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Scheherazade bride by Monkey Jon @Monkey_Jon007
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npczoey · 3 months ago
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whisperthatruns · 2 years ago
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Waking again to the spartan furnishing---brass knobs and coat hooks, curtain
moth-gnawed and yellowing, plastic mattress atop a twin frame, photograph of me and my mother turned away, book from a class
on empire and literature that told the story of a story- teller who evades the end awaiting her
each morning by giving the king not her body but her imagination each night for a thousand and one nights---what humiliated me
as I relived my death in that room without sunrise wasn’t my desire for light but my desire for more darkness.
Paul Tran, from “Scheherazade / Scheherazade,” All the Flowers Kneeling (Penguin Books, 2022)
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valtsv · 4 months ago
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where does "lately if i try i can see around blind corners" come from?
i'm surprised you remember that, but it was a rephrased version of my favourite line from a fanfic (the original was "lately, if he tries, he can see around blind corners")
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shanks · 7 months ago
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see-arcane · 9 months ago
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You’re in your room, alone. A mirror on the wall to shave by. Are you even dressed yet? Likely not.
A hand on your shoulder and your host’s voice in your ear. The man doesn’t have a reflection in the glass.
As you wrestle with this internally—approached and touched me while alone, door shut, no reflection, what is this—you cut yourself. Bleeding.
The man who is your host who still has his hand on your shoulder sees this. He jolts forward, grabbing for your neck.
(Going to kill me?)
The crucifix saves you. Barely. He snarls an excuse. Barely.
And he takes the mirror—my mirror—and hurls it outside, shattering it. Then he’s gone, explaining nothing.
Now, even before you discover the locked doors and your own imprisonment and your total isolation from anyone other than your captor, you have all of this to sit with.
(Was he going to kill me? Is he going to kill me? …No one knows where I am. Not really. I don’t even know where I am. Oh, God. Oh, God.)
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lloydfrontera · 9 months ago
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arcos and marbella should've been even more embarrassing parents than they already are in canon. like. they should've been the kind of parents to be constantly talking about how amazing their son is to other people. they're not even bragging they just love lloyd so much they can't help but gush about it to everyone in the vicinity.
someone at a party or something asks them what their oldest son is like and they just go "glad you asked" before pulling out the time period equivalent of a 101 slides long powerpoint presentation about why their son is so wonderful and smart and kind and talented and just about everything good in the world.
lloyd is dying in the corner of the room not really sure what's gonna kill him first, being so embarrassed or so overwhelmed by how genuine they are being about their love for him. it's so fucking nice and sweet and he kind of loves it but also stop please he's gonna dig a hole on the ground and never come out he's serious-
julian is teasing the hell out of him right up until they finish their presentation about lloyd only to smoothly transition over to another one all about their younger son and oh hey that hole looks so nice scoot over hyung-
scheherazade thinks it's really sweet and about to join in to gush about julian just to get bowled over when they also start to talk about their wonderful daughter-in-law who they've come to love so much. she isn't embarrassed by the words themselves but she does want to craw into the hole too when she starts tearing up because of them.
just. arcos and marbella being really earnest about how much they love their kids and not being able to stop talking about it much to the eternal mortification of their children <333
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soracities · 1 year ago
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Mohja Kahf, from "Men Kill Me", E-mails from Scheherazad
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