#source of grid: insomniac-arrest

[samuelroukin]

https://www.tumblr.com/insomniac-arrest/667745075167690752?source=share

ghost boobs. sorta

fkgjhhsgghs i knew it was gonna be that post

[valandhirwriter]

This ask game: https://www.tumblr.com/insomniac-arrest/172010772777/writing-asks?source=share

for A reason to live. I read that one again yesterday and I still love it. So my questions are:

💎- What was your favorite part? (Mine is certainly when Emhyr decides he rather dies with Geralt than to go on alone)

🗝️-What were you thinking when you wrote it?

☠️- Did you consider killing off any of the characters?

🎁- Any writing advice for people who want to write something like this?

Thanks to @do-androids-dream-ao3acc for asking me.

💎- What was your favorite part? (Mine is certainly when Emhyr decides he rather dies with Geralt than to go on alone)

My favourite parts where those with Adan, honestly. I had super-fun writing him.

Triss had gone deadly pale. “That should not have happened,” she said softly. “This should have put him to sleep. I have never seen anything like it before.”

“I have,” Adan said his voice having a very strange tone. 

Emhyr arched an eyebrow. The cat witcher was paranoid bordering on crazy at times, and he certainly was feared by the assassin’s guild. Healing was usually not his providence. “You have seen this before?” he asked to clarify. “Where?” He prayed it had not been a substance or means Adan had once used in a successful kill, some murderous substance out of the cat’s cookbook. 

Adan looked at him, his eyes strangely wide, making his youthful face appear strangely younger still. “The grasses,” he said, his voice without tone or inflexion. “They do have the same effect. Cedric… he once told me that exotic creature poisons can - in rare cases - trigger a spontaneous mutagenic reaction, much like the grasses do. It has been lethal in ninety per cent of all cases.”

🗝️-What were you thinking when you wrote it?

I honestly was inspired by your story "Across the waves" where Emhyr is worried greatly about Geralt, and I thought it might be interessting to push him to the very real chance of losing Geralt.

☠️- Did you consider killing off any of the characters?

Yes, I had first considered on going through with it, and let Geralt die of the poison, and either show Emhyr's heartbreak at his husband's death or show Emhyr taking his own life in consequence. But as it was a birthday gift, I decided a happy end would be much better.

🎁- Any writing advice for people who want to write something like this?

If it hurts you, it will affect others. Go in deep, allow your characters to feel, and allow yourself to feel what they feel, and then allow that to become words. It's straining and not healthy all the time but in moderate doses it is fun.

[sparkedblaze]

Have you seen the 1992 newsies movie and if so what are your kid blink thoughts?

Yes I have. Not as much as I’ve seen Livesies (I saw Livesies first) but I’ve still seen it way too many times

(Idk if this is the same anon, but someone asked about Elmer earlier, and I must also direct you to @newsie-collective because the hcs are p rad)

Kid Blink 🥰🥰🥰

His real name is Louis Balett or Ballat or Baletti (depending on sources. I think the widely accepted version is Baletti)

He was an actual newsie!! He was the face of the strike, and gave many speeches, some of which he earned awards for ‘best speech of the evening’ and stuff. He was very charismatic and was good at moving crowds with said speeches.

He had red hair irl, and he went by other names like ‘Red Blink’, ‘Blind Diamond’, and ‘Muggsy McGee’

He was accused of betraying the strike (and is probably the reason Jack betrays them and takes the bribe and such), of which some sources say he was acquitted, though he still stepped down

He was arrested during the strike

That’s all I know about the real Kid Blink

Now for the fun stuff 🥰

Kid Blink, the Newsies newsie, is quick to anger, and can hold a grudge for ages

He is still good at rallying the others, but in more of a Chad Danforth way rather than a Troy Bolton way.

He and Mush are definitely together, though Blink struggles to come to terms with the fact that he’s gay.

It’s my personal hc that he opened the bar that would eventually become Stonewall Inn (because the real Louis Baletti was a saloon keeper, and was rumored to have worked with the mafia)

He’s def got a crush on Specs and Tommy, but isn’t sure how to approach that fact

And then Skittery comes and he’s not only got a crush but has an insane urge to protect (which Skit does not appreciate)

In public he’s very charismatic, easily tricks people into buying papes that they def don’t need, and almost definitely don’t want to read.

Rarely uses his blindness as a crutch for selling, can and will soak anyone that insinuates that it’s the only reason he sells so well.

Is actually Jack’s right hand, not Mush (like he claims to be)

Isn’t good with kids, so he tends to stay away from the littles

Unless they’re building with Specs. He always likes seeing what they build.

Insomniac. Always tired. Rarely sleeps. Has to have weight on him, which Mush is happy to provide.

If he gets arrested, he gives the cops a different fake name so it can’t be on his rap sheet.

They know it’s the same kid, but they can’t prove it, so they write whatever name he gives them (but file it in the same folder. He has to give them his real name eventually)

Smokes to take the edge off, especially after a rough day

Lmk if you have any more questions!!

[blueberry-sleight]

you know what sure. not even in a kink way like, you know that post about giving your faves disabilities/disorders/ect. and not-romantizing it? this is that for med

Edit: found it: https://www.tumblr.com/genderdoe-sly/695595325832970240/insomniac-arrest-wizardlyghost-insomniac-arrest?source=share

Annie Edison from Community has vaginismus

[stxphxn-strange]

Tony: If you want the rewards of being my lover you have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of zigazig ah.

Stephen: What does this mean.

[incorrect-promare-quotes]

Kray: I’ve decided to stop ‘getting in touch with my emotions’ and instead focus on being sexy and cool like God intended.

[totallylegit-sixofcrows]

here’s our take

[woo-tori]

forgot to put the inspiration here my bad https://www.tumblr.com/goatposter/733615567876112384/insomniac-arrest-satisfactoryanswer123?source=share

back with milk woo

[bi-spy-who-might-be-high]

Source: i got them all from quiz quotev but the first one im not sure where it actually came from and tried to use google to find but that didnt work. The second one is from insomniac-arrest on Tumblr?? And lastly diabetic deity on twitter

[sunsetcento]

Poet in Digital Residence Diary 14.11.19

Early this morning, around 1 AM (IST), I had the urge to write a poem. I was sleepless and overwrought -- am sure you know how I feel when I write that I had some emotion brewing in me that I felt should come out, yet I couldn’t articulate it; didn’t have the words; although Kaveh Akbar’s ‘I won’t lie this plague of gratitude’ has been running through my head for days and still is, I knew I couldn’t top it; I wanted to write something like that, or make something like that, but not quite that; it was in the field of my feeling; wanting to be more content and yes, grateful, than what I am; the idea of learning how to love one at a time arrests me. At this, I have failed. 

It’s crass of me now to link an insomniac morning, the dead of night if you like, with no sun to be seen or remembered, to this project, but they’re not unconnected. There’s a whisper of continuity in my tired thoughts today. 

The poems I will be making are not about me, not sourced from inside myself -- this is my shift in focus from my practice of solo-authored text poetry (excluding influences). What I find is that digital poetry needs painstaking composition and can’t just be blurted out in a ragged draft of confessional blather. This I comprehend at a regular hour, but this morning, from too much of a self-centric position. Akbar’s poem I wanted entirely, not in fragments, not to grow something from. My recollection of it, even in pleasure at Akbar’s words, was an indulgence in envy. 

I return now at 5 PM (IST), about fifty minutes before sunset in Hyderabad, to the relief of late afternoon, when everything seems more manageable to me, even though no progress has perhaps been made (that’s worthwhile too). Concepts are clarified: I am not the focus. I have made another call out to people for their sunset fragments. This is a community project and my plague of gratitude concentrates on having such a community to reach towards -- a community that responds generously, as fulsome as the light before the sun sets.

From about May this year, I was planning for this residency and knew that come the northern hemisphere’s fall, it I would be living in a country not my home. I hurriedly transcribed excerpts from The Milkman by Anna Burns (London: Faber & Faber, 2018), knowing that I would be leaving my copy behind me. Burns’ last question does indeed make me wonder how unsettling sunset might be; or to what part of it (and part of this project), we might respond to, capture, compass, understand. Attempting to make sense of the subject through others’ interpretations is surely one part of this, even if the contexts keep changing and a conclusion is never met. Night follows sunset, but the earth, like perspective, keeps rotating.

‘ ...I wasn't confident that sunset  was acceptable as a topic to mention to anybody’ (p46).  

Sunset in Begumpet, Hyderabad (submitted by Vishal).

‘It wasn't just sunsets I didn't understand. I didn't understand stars or moons or breezes or dew or flowers or the weather or the avidity some people took -- older people took -- in what time they were going to bed at, and what time the following day they were going to get up at, also what Celsius and Fahrenheit temperature it was outside, and what Celsius and Fahrenheit temperature it was inside...Same too, with sunsets because it was not being labelled a beyond-the-pale young person and maybe-boyfriend, who was young himself -- only two years older than me -- shouldn’t be understanding and appreciating either, what nobody our age would be odd enough to notice was there. Faced with his behaviour, and with this skyscape in front of me, and with the expectation I was supposed to observe it, witness it, attend in some way and have an appropriate reaction to it, I stood beside him and looked and nodded even though I didn’t understand what it was I was looking and nodding at’ (p75).

Sunset in Manila, Philippines

‘...but two sunsets in a week when before that there hadn't been any sunsets -- that must mean something. Question was, was it a safe something or a threatening something? What was it, really, I was responding to here?’ (p77)

Sunset in Adelaide, Australia

[bluebuzzmusic]

Man Caught Stealing 30+ Phones at Electric Daisy Carnival Orlando

An Orlando man has been charged with grand theft after being accused of stealing more than 30 phones at a music festival.

Police arrested Carlos Perez-Hernandez, 34, as the culprit. He allegedly jacked the phones from people attending Electric Daisy Carnival Orlando over the weekend.

An eye-witness spotted a man pickpocketing in the crowd near the kineticFIELD stage. Investigators soon caught up with Perez-Hernandez and found 34 phones in his backpack.

Authorities said all the devices — some the latest iPhone and Samsung models — were set to airplane mode to prevent victims from tracking their phones.

Unfortunately, we’ve heard of similar cases like this, including the time a man was caught with over 100 phones at Coachella.

  Source: Click Orlando | Photo via Ivan Meneses for Insomniac Events

This article was first published on Your EDM. Source: Man Caught Stealing 30+ Phones at Electric Daisy Carnival Orlando

source https://www.youredm.com/2019/11/12/man-steals-over-30-phones-edc-orlando/

[filmforager]

Decision to Leave: Review

Widow’s Peak

Look beyond the brutal violence and octopus eating, and there’s always been an undercurrent of romance to the films of Park Chan-wook. But while he flirted with themes of forbidden love in The Handmaiden and yes, even Oldboy, his latest film is probably the closest we’ll ever get to a Park Chan-wook rom-com. Well, a rom-com with an artful shot of an ant-ridden eyeball, that is.

This being Chan-wook, Decision to Leave is a romance story embedded in moral murkiness. Set in Busan, South Korea, we follow Hae-jun (Park Hae-il), an insomniac detective who puts more passion into his job than his joyless marriage. But Hae-jun’s usually upright moral code is put to the test when he becomes increasingly drawn to Seo-rae (Tang Wei), a Chinese caregiver who may or may not be responsible for the murder of her husband. 

As Hae-jun is pulled closer and closer to the prime suspect of his murder case, so too are we the viewers. While Chan-wook tones down the violence compared to his other works, watching Hae-jun and Seo-rae simply share words is no less magnetic, especially as mounting evidence - her husband was abusive, she doesn’t grieve - give their conversations an added edge. To emphasize the intensity of Hae-jun’s obsession, there are tantalizing sequences where he imagines himself next to Seo-rae during his illicit late-night stakeouts, so close yet so far.

Chan-wook shows a masterful grasp of the murder mystery format, while adding his own stylistic visual flourishes. Aided by the immersive cinematography of Ji-yong Jim, one dazzling, vertigo-inducing scene sees Hae-jun experience a real-time reconstruction of the murder on the mountain where it took place. At other times, he injects this detective story with the comedy of a buddy cop film, with Hae-jun’s hapless sidekicks (Go Kyung-pyo and Kim Shin-young) proving a reliable source of laughs.

If the twists and turns lack the impact of Oldboy or The Handmaiden, this compensates with the searing chemistry of its central pairing. To their credit, you’re much more interested in how the relationship will develop than you are to any supposed whodunnit. While Hae-jun is compelling as a tormented man conflicted between duty and his attraction, Seo-rae is a charming and mercurial presence as the widow who may be hiding something beneath the surface. With close-ups and terrific sound design intensifying every breath and physical touch, you can cut the sexual tension with a knife - right up to it’s stunning ending. You’ll never look at lip balm the same way again!

A beguiling, visually arresting and utterly stylish romantic thriller, powered by assured direction and the palpable chemistry of Hae-il and Wei. 

★★★★

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[kat-luv]

Source- @insomniac-arrest

getting over the fear of being bad is so fucking hard… like, it’s literally a super power if you can start something and say ‘it doesn’t matter if it’s bad, it just matters that it exists’

‘bad’ is so terrifying, ‘bad’ is wrecking, and the ability to apply self-compassion to things deemed ‘bad’ is beyond amazing, to understand not everything in life will be ‘good’ and that’s okay

essays, art, novels, school, relationships, anyone out there starting things when they are terrified of the arbitrary metric of the result… I am so fucking proud of you, you are so brave and strong

keep starting new things, even if ‘bad’ is a possibility 

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[rewritingthestars]

Pt. 1 of that conman/leverage au that I told myself I’d write a year ago but never did whoops

When Adam had gone to sleep after one in the morning, he hadn't planned to wake up until at least noon. Now though, with the insistent buzzing and electric music in his ears, he realizes that won't be the case.

He groans into his pillow, denying the inevitability of fully waking up to the last second before sighing and blindly reaching out for the phone on his bedside table. A second groan comes from behind him, the arm around his waist tightening, and Adam has a few seconds of imagining violence upon the man before finally snatching the phone. "One of these days you're going to be the one to pick up your own goddamn phone." The man snorts, pulling Adam closer to nip at his shoulder. "Not fucking likely." Adam shoves his boyfriend but doesn’t resist as he's pulled closer. Adam sighs, and mumbles something about not being a secretary before pressing the answer button. "Whoever this is better have a good reason for callin' at four in the mornin'." The person on the other end is silent for a moment and Adam contemplates hanging up before a voice tentatively speaks, "Ronan?" The voice is familiar enough to make Adam pause, "No, Ronan's," The man in question takes this moment to suck on Adam's neck, "a bit preoccupied at the moment." Ronan bites his neck and Adam curses his taste in men, "I-I can take a message if you’d like?" The person on the other end is silent again before saying, "Adam?" Adam frowns, pushing Ronan off of him to sit up, "I'm sorry, I didn't get your name." Ronan glares at him. "It's Gansey." Adams paranoia washes away with surprise and amusement. "Gansey? Gansey the third?" Ronan finally seems interested in the conversation as he rips the phone out of Adam's hand. "'The fuck you want dick? I’m retired now, an honest man," Adam snorts, "you can't arrest me for not doing crime." Ronan rolls his eyes at whatever Gansey says, "Just tell me what you want asshole, you get most people are sleeping at this time right?" Ronan suddenly grins, "Richard Gansey the third, are you offering me a job?" Adam raises his eyebrows. Ronan looks back at him, absolutely gleeful. "So you're finally playing our side? And here I thought I'd never see the day." Ronan tilts his head in question. "Hold on a sec." He puts the phone to his chest and raises a brow at Adam. Adam scowls. "We're retired." "C'mon Parrish, one more job." Adam groans, "You always say that." Ronan pulls Adam hand to his mouth to place a gentle kiss, "I mean it this time, one more job. C'mon, I can't be the only one curious about how dick's gonna run a con." Adam pauses. Hes going to say yes. He always says yes to Ronan. Adam wonders when he became so predictable and sighs, "One more job." Ronan shoots a fist into the air in silent triumph as Adam rolls his eyes. Ronan says, "Yeah we're in, text me the details later, and when I say later I mean at a less fucking ungodly hour you insomniac fuck." And precedes to hang up and throw his phone across the room in typical Ronan fashion. Adam presses closer to him, curling his body around Ronan's so he can rest his head on Ronan's shoulder. "This is going to end terribly." Ronan wraps his arm around Adam and puts his hand on his head to play with Adam's hair.

"Probably, but it’ll be fun." Adam presses into his hand, "You and I have very different definitions of fun." Ronan snorts, "Yeah and your definition of fun is working yourself half to death and worrying about every molecule of life." Adam pokes him in the ribs, "And your idea of fun is self destruction and danger." Ronan takes Adam's hand to bring it to his mouth again, "Your point?" Adam sighs, "Just be careful. Please." "I'm always careful." "Ronan-" "I know, I know," Ronan kisses his fingers, "I promise to be careful. I swear I wont let it be like last time." Adam can feel himself settle, his being calm,"That's all I ask."

France is as enchanting and beautiful as it is dull and boring. Or maybe that’s just Blue. Standing on a balcony of a five star hotel in Paris should be a dream come true and yet all Blue can think of is the bad feeling that rots in her chest. Blue scowls. This is stupid, to feel so terrible in such a magical place. Blue had hoped that the otherworldly and towering atmosphere of France would calm her nerves but if anything it's worsened them. She suddenly feels homesick. A year and a half. That's how long Richard Gansey the Third had quit his job at Greenmantle Insurance. A year and a half of silence. If Blue didn’t have better sources she would suspect him dead. Blue wishes she didn’t care. Spent the last year trying to convince herself she didn't. She had thought once she'd be joyful for his downfall. Now it just leaves her sick to her stomach. Blue takes a long gulp of the glass of wine in her hand and pushes her feelings aside. She came here to enjoy herself, dammit, and that was what she was going to do. But oh of course, that is when the phone rang. Blue stares at her cellphone that lays vibrating violently on the glass table next to her before sighing and picking up. "Hello?" "Hello Jane." Blues heart skips a beat. "Gansey?" "Is there another that calls you Jane? I feel rather cheated now." Several feelings conjured themselves in her being, mixing together in an array of relief and joy and anger and irritation.

"Are you shitting me? Where the hell have you been you asshole, I was starting to think you were dead." Blue tries to hold on to the anger. It's easier to focus on that than the fluttery feeling in her chest that has replaced the bad one. "Its has been quite some time since we’ve last spoken I admit, when was it exactly, Belgium four years ago?" "Three. Hong Kong.”

"Ah, of course, the two million dollar sculpture you stole." Blue scoffs, "It can hardly be counted as stealing when your security is just a pin and a fingerprint scan." "The law says otherwise." "What do you care for the law, it's not like your working for it anymore." Blue huffs. "Well, actually Jane, I have something I wanted to ask you." Blue’s cheeks flush. Three years ago Blue and Richard Gansey the Third kissed. After 3 years of fighting and chasing the other, after 3 years of stolen art and crime, after 3 years of Gansey never catching her, he kissed her in Hong Kong. She never got answers for that, as she went to Romania right after, and Gansey disappeared not even two years later. Her voice is softer as she says, "What was it you wanted to ask me, Gansey?" "I have this job that I'm currently taking control of, and I am in need of a thief." Blue promptly hangs up on him. Three years. Three years, and that was what she was waiting for? Embarrassment fills her before its replaced with anger. What else should she have expected from Richard Gansey the Third? Her phone starts ringing again and she had half the mind to ignore it before sighing and picking it up. "I can not believe I've been hung up on twice in one afternoon-" "God, Gansey, don’t start." Blue takes a breath, "I'm in." "Oh well that's- I mean to say-" Blue rolls her eyes fondly, "Tell me what the job is, asshole, before I change my mind." Blue can already see the heartbreak she's going to feel when whatever this is is over. For some reason, it seems worth it right now as Gansey rambles in her ear as though he never left.

Henry blearily looks at his computer screen as his fingers dash across the keyboard. His vision is swaying, his hands are cramping, and there's a vague ache in his gut that says he missed dinner. All signs of at least eight hours of reading and rewriting code that he's been forcing himself to complete. Henry sighs as he finishes the last of it and the money is transferred into several different accounts.

On some level Henry knows he shouldn't be so disappointed. He's a million dollars richer and so are three charities involving hurt puppies, environment conservation, and abandoned children. But the rewarding aspect hacking used to give him is.. dulled.

It's just that everything is too easy. The thrill and excitement that had pushed him to rob nearly two thirds of all the corporations in the country has evaporated as his skill level got better. The heart of the matter is, he is just too good at what he does.

And it's so boring. To the point where it's starting to feel more like work than anything else.

Henry stretches out his aching bones, popping out the locks that have stiffened his joints the last few hours.

Henry is just about to get up, maybe get a cup of instant noodles and watch a few reruns of Firefly before heading to bed when his phone went off.

Henry has to move three dirty shirts and an old record to find his phone before hastily picking it up.

"Uh, hello?"

"Good evening. Would this be, by chance, Henry Cheng?"

Henry is already on his computer, trying to ping the location of the caller. "And if it is?"

"Ah, this would be a good time to introduce myself, no? My name is Richard Gansey the Third, and I believe I have a job for you, if you are interested?"

Henry pauses typing, slouches back in his chair, not bothering to stop the grin that's taking over his face. "Considered me very interested, Mr. Gansey the Third. Tell me, how has the city been treating you?"

There silence on the other end for a moment. "I suppose I should have expected that, from the world's greatest hacker. Did you trace the call that quickly?"

Henry laughs. "Are you kidding? I've had tabs on you since you nearly caught me. Good job, by the way, you're the only one who's gotten that close."

There's silence on the other line once more. "Pardon me, you've had tabs on me for two years?"

Henry just grins. "What's the job, Richard?"

"A gentleman has contracted me and the team I bring in for an information retrieval job."

Henry tries not to be disappointed. "Oh?"

"On Greenmantle Insurance."

"Oh." Henry says, smiling. "Only one more question then; when do you want me?"