#swinery

[mast3r-rainb0w]

[C] 'MY' Style: L. Hawk, Swinery, ShadowMice (OCs) by Mast3r-Rainb0w

A commission I made for a client via DeviantArt, featuring 3 original character/OC fantasy creatures/species with specific special traits and abilities to them, named the Lightning Hawk, Swinery, and Shadow Mouse respectively! Sorry, but these aren't adopts, they're already owned by their respective owners, but the designs of these fictional beasts were made by yours truly! Enjoy!

[lyrics365]

Crooked

I am, I am I am unworthy of the glory that is presented

[ninellecantpaint]

Recipe for Incompetence

i hurt myself a tiny little bit yesterday just to have a testament a carte blanche for swinery you're to spit in the face of love and be spat on by love lie to your friends to make them happy and tell yourself uncomfortable truths, the more uncomfortable the better. eatthepaineatthepaineatthepain it would be easier if they weren't so nice to you, wouldn't it? selfish. big bad selfish thoughts. aren't all of us though? speak of the devil's advocate... in our little corner in here it's cozy. it's disgusting and filthy. disgusting and hella fun. i even got a deja vu to the worst days of my life. surprisingly, they were also the best days of my life. lilac scented delusions. easels and dirty canvases. wandering the streets aimlessly, seeing god in the way sun hits the khrushchov buildings... wanting to die. being eleven. listening to like 10 songs in total. being eleven. skipping class with the altai girl. the one with olive skin and tits and books. swearing like sailors and making terrible sex jokes on the bus. the crazy cool girl whose whereabouts remain unknown to this day. being twelve. how did it feel like when your mother didn't love you as much as she does now? when fewer things were tying you to this world? if you could go back, would you take that chance? no shit, captain. but we fumbled the bag as we always do, and now i'm here, trying not to vomit on my stomach with everything that lives inside. trying not to explode with poetry like a whale carcass on a beach. splattering white sand with reeking remains for the tourists to marvel at. because let's be honest, no one will love a festering wound. so you dress it up, and even still it peeps its tattered edges. through the piggy-pink lipstick and the shitty eyeliner and the scars on your thighs. someday ill take a good look back and it will be just that, a faded mark to stay a glutton for life forever forget the pain. forget the pain

[ameliaashdale]

My Current Obsessions: May 2024

Blorbos

• Cal Kestis, Jedi: Fallen Order/Jedi: Survivor

• Samus Aran, Metroid Prime 3

• (Hero of Tython) Leena Eminess, Star Wars: The Old Republic

• Justine Florbelle, Amnesia: Justine

Music/Symphony

• In My Blood by The Score/In my Bones by the Score

• Daylight (David Kushner) Cover by Chloe Breez

• My Demons by Starset (daycore/slowed)

• Prologue (Look Down) Les Miserable 25th anniversary Concert

• Low by Flo Rida

Cultured Swinery (favorite words, quotes, ideas, etc.)

• Quote: "No, Failure is not the end. It is a necessary part of the path." Eno Cordova, Jedi: Fallen Order

• Word: Vitriolic: (adjective) filled with bitter criticism or malice

• Idea: Having my Alt Blogs interact through reblogs. (Melony Vs Amelia)

Great Works (Current WIPs)

• Project Light (a Star Wars fanfiction set Post-ROTJ)

• Abbie (An American Girl Fanfiction)

[salt-cedar]

I noticed! And I've never noticed it in other seasons! Wtf is this swinery

Ok yeah the romance and drama of Bridgerton is why we watch it etc etc... but did no one else notice the amount of times someone took a sip of a drink or a scoop of iced sorbet and then placed it BACK on the SERVING TRAY when they got flustered?????

FOUR TIMES. THESE ANIMALS DID IT FOUR TIMES IN FOUR EPISODES.

[whentheynameyoujoy]

I’ll take “Horseshoe Theory Isn’t Real” for 100, John.

[i-don-world]

pig’s everywhere

industrial oinker -

[escapismnotfound]

The urge to show the besties my ocs…..but those are near and dear to me….so only close ups on them

Pimpking my beloved demigirl

Prince my beloved trans ocs

Penelope is a shite parent that’s all you gotta know also the ex wife to Eleanor

Swinery is just a nervous boy

God jester who no knows is a god

Robot oc who is dating a demon girl

BELOVED BAT CHILD

Mute rabbit gorl based off of a irl friend

Frog girl who supports her family via bug hunting

Mafia woman

[unholyseattle]

WEST SEATTLE

West Seattle is a laid-back residential area. The sandy strip of Alki Beach is popular with volleyball players, kayakers and sunbathers, while its coastal path has views of Puget Sound and the Seattle skyline. West Seattle Junction is the area’s commercial heart, with casual eateries, coffeehouses and funky shops. Lincoln Park has walking and biking trails on a bluff above the Sound, plus a heated saltwater pool.

MAP OF WEST SEATTLE

Grab a morning latte beachside at Ampersand Cafe on Alki (2536 Alki Ave SW) and a pastry from beloved Bakery Nouveau (4737 California Ave SW), where twice-baked croissants are just the tip of the iceberg. At shoebox-size butcher shop The Swinery (3207 California Ave SW), try the Cubano sandwich. Don’t miss two Hawaiian-fusion favorites in this neighborhood: Ma’ono (4437 California Ave SW), where the fried chicken is the stuff of legend, and waterfront mainstay Marination Ma Kai (*1660 Harbor Ave SW), whose Spam sliders go great with kimchi fried rice. And if Vashon Island is your next stop, grab a signature roast beef from Wildwood Market (9214 45th Ave SW) before catching the ferry. Make a reservation at sleek Raccolto (4147 California Ave SW) or beautiful new Il Nido (2717 61st Ave SW) if you’re in the mood for Italian, and for a late-night bite, tuck into Chinese-American dishes at decidedly kitschy New Luck Toy (5905 California Ave SW). Treat yourself to a slice from A La Mode Pies (4225 Alaska St), where flavors span classic apple to coconut cream to peanut butter mousse, or stop in at longstanding Husky Deli (4721 California Ave SW) for a scoop of one of dozens of house-made ice cream flavors, like French orange or rum truffle. For a Prohibition-inspired nightcap, knock three times at The Alley (4509 California Ave SW), the speakeasy secreted behind unassuming breakfast spot Be’s Restaurant (4509 California Ave SW).

The heart of the neighborhood’s retail district is the Junction, a lively three-block stretch that has something for everyone, whether you’re looking for vintage, vinyl, or locally made. Boutiques abound, from gift shop Capers (4525 California Ave SW) to Click! Design that Fits (4540 California Ave SW), housing an array of Pacific Northwest-centric offerings. Spruce Apothecary (4156 California Ave SW) is all about mindfully curated wellness and beauty products (think CBD lotion and botanical tinctures), and Fleurt Collective (4536 California Ave SW) follows suit with a collection of indoor plants and intentionally sourced goods. Easy Street Records (4559 California Ave SW) is a draw for record aficionados and casual browsers alike, and also has a popular cafe.

Rent bikes, inline skates, stand-up paddleboards, and kayaks from Alki Kayak Tours (*1660 Harbor Ave SW), or relax with a Sounder Stout at West Seattle Brewing Co. (4415 Fauntleroy Way SW) or a gluten-free flight at Locust Cider (2820 Alki Ave SW). For a waterside stroll, visit Lincoln Park and keep an eye out for seals while enjoying views of the Olympic Mountain Range. On Sundays, sample regional produce at the year-round West Seattle Farmers Market (SW Alaska St & California Ave SW).

[mrclinical]

Sorry We Missed You (2019)

Directed By Ken Loach

Rating: 84/100

What Loach seeks to highlight is the boiling pot of stress which submerges people performing low-income and highly demanding jobs without being overly patronising or rhetorical. The result is an extremely human movie about an earnest family caught inside the machinery of modern Britain, where people are too occupied with surviving day-to-day to think outside of themselves

Just a couple of weeks ago I sat in a packed auditorium attending my partner’s graduation. The air fizzed with jubilation and wheeling motorboards. Amongst the optimistic tumult, one of the speakers was keen to point out the precariousness of the modern job market. He rather glibly said something along the lines of: “the average person will have five careers in their lifetime”. It was this line that came back to me as Sorry We Missed You, Ken Loach’s new feature, began. It opens with a black screen accompanied by the title credits and the  candid voice of Ricky Turner, played by Kris Hitchen, explaining to his prospective boss the myriad of jobs that he has held in his lifetime. Ricky is a grafter who turns his hand to whatever is in demand. His latest furore into the job market sees Ricky enter the gig economy, becoming  a delivery driver. Taking inspiration from the publicised exploitation of delivery workers here in the United Kingdom, Loach uses his characterisation of Ricky to explore and express the issues that are symptomatic in an increasingly unregulated economy which is quickly turning its back on humanity in its ceaseless quest for higher profit margins. 

Loach is the kind of director who wears his political affiliations on his sleeve and bleeds them into the celluloid of his films. In his last film, I, Daniel Blake, Loach wanted to shake his fist at the needlessly bureaucratic and callous welfare system and the upsurge of food banks. In this film it is the erosion of workers rights which Loach takes aim at. The film, therefore, moves in a rather predictable trajectory of drudgery and strife as Ricky navigates the bustling Newcastle metropolis in his white transit delivery parcels to customers who are apathetic - or more accurately - ignorant to the unrelenting time pressures and rigid protocols which have him in a stranglehold. Ricky’s fourteen-hour workday is coupled with the turbulence of his family life.His wife Abbie (Debbie Honeywood) is having her time swallowed up before her eyes working as a carer - who cares too much, and is exploited because of it. She is handling too many service users (no doubt a result of downsizing and privatisation...I assume) and, therefore, must pick up the slack where the system fails to provide, often doing unpaid hours of work so she can still provide a personalised and very human service to the most vulnerable members of society. Ricky and Abbie’s absence from home creates instability for their children. Their teenage son Seb (Rhys Stone) has started to skip school in favour of spraying the city walls with his cronies. Seb’s snowballing behaviour becomes the catalyst for the family’s arguments which broil over into drinking, swearing and violence. The only person who seems to have the time to stitch the family back together again is younger daughter Lisa Jane (Katie Proctor) whose notions of family are yet unspoiled by the cold world outside. 

Far from being a chance to become the master of his own destiny - the job is advertised as working for yourself - Ricky finds that his aspirations of greater freedom and fiscal growth are a falsehood. Self-employment is merely a guise to exploit Ricky by the company, headed by the slow-moving sociopath Maloney, played by the terrifyingly good Ross Brewster. Maloney is like an incredibly efficient automaton who keeps the machinery of the company ticking over by being relentlessly cut-throat and unforgiving - his priority is ensuring customers receive their products within the time frame. Maloney is the embodiment of the system: it’s cold, impersonal and heartless. As Ricky’s home life starts to crumble he finds himself on the wrong side of the system, ensnared in a vicious cycle of debts and fines.

What Loach seeks to highlight is the boiling pot of stress which submerges people performing low-income and highly demanding jobs without being overly patronising or rhetorical. The result is an extremely human movie about an earnest family caught inside the machinery of modern Britain, where people are too occupied with surviving day-to-day to think outside of themselves. Despite the inescapable paradigm Loach presents, it is not a picture that is completely humdrum. There are flashes and moments when it can be extremely funny, as it asks the audience to laugh at its own sense of entitlement and general swinery. It is also extremely touching, as Loach manages to capture the beauty in the quotidian. The beauty in a father and daughter sharing lunch and laughter whilst overlooking the Northumberland valley from the back of a delivery van. For Loach understands that human relationships, family, is a bond that has its own intrinsic beauty. It needs no money as fertilizer to grow, but what it does need is time - And time, in Loach’s opinion anyway, is in modern Britain, is in short supply. 

[corvid-420]

Can you explain how fandom is fascist and how it is a prophylactic against other strains of fascism

Ok, you have to understand that what I’m about to do is basically puking a whole lot of theory into your mouth. this isn’t the final word on the matter, and you should probably do your own reading on the matter.

As always for this subject I recommend Adorno’s Stars Down to Earth, Adorno and Horkheimer’s Dialectic of Enlightenment, and rubbing a different part of the same elephant is Felix Guattari’s Three Ecologies. A really good treatment of Nietzsche that isn’t the usual juvenilia from like Vox or whatever comes from Tracy Strong’s Nietzsche and the Politics of Transfiguration. But Ecce Homo is a good quick read, and hilarious, too imho.

Again, this isn’t the final word on the matter, and no one should mistake my recommendation that you begin by trying to read these for an endorsement of everything these writers ever said about everything ever and always.

As for my take: When Nietzsche said that Europeans killed g*d and that in so doing, man (as Europeans conceived “man”) had to become worthy of the deed, perhaps become not just godlike but beyond godlike, he was saying a lot more than just presaging incendiary trolling in 280 characters or less. 

Glossing over a whole lot (because again, not the final word): G*d was thrown into the arena of discourse and everything that was holy, which once anchored us and our relationship to the world and each other, was lost. What took its place was humanism. “our” ancestors stopped believing in G*d for the same reason we’re all a bunch of liberal humanists: without really knowing why or how.

What does this have to do with fandom, fascism, etc.?

Well, with fandom we don’t even have to probe all that deep to see how fandom has taken the place of where G*d used to be. Fandom uses some of the same words (canon) to describe the same processes that beset Christianity throughout its history: different interpretations of texts begot legions of followers of varying piety. True, “we”’ve yet to start burning heretics of our ‘ships and headcanons, but it’s not for lack of will (see: the death threats fandoms trade in not just among themselves, but toward authors, actors, performers, producers, etc.).

[Again, not the final word; yes there’s lots of glossing over to keep an already long post from becoming too long; no i am not trying to cover every argument, counterargument, interpretation or facet of anything. that’s why i recommended you read some of the sources.]

This is where fascism comes in - again, not the final word, but in brief. Fascists have their own ships and canons, but unlike fandom, they actually strive to acquire the ships and cannons needed to effect their interpretations of the world into reality. No fandom is going to actually grab their wands, their tardises or whatever the fuck and try and take state power to force CW to let Destiel finally fuck. The liberal bourgeoisie’s culture industry has (for now) sufficiently satiated their hunger.

But fascists are (or rather have) taken state power to start genociding.

Considering the prophylactic phrase for a moment: absent g*d (again, that’s over), without mass culture, what do you think fandummers would be doing if they didn’t have drama over slashfics to preoccupy them? Where would all that libidinal energy go if the stream of slop from marvel or netflix were cut off?

If all this masscult weren’t dulling the swinery throughout fandom into accepting their miserable, alienated lives in exchange for another marvel movie or another pokemon game as late capitalism necrotizes around them, who do you think is waiting with a ready-made answer for why they can’t enjoy their precious shows, games or movies?

I didn’t even get to the “genius of the heart” that Nietzsche talks about in Ecce Homo as THE figure that will exemplify our times, so I’ll just leave with this quote and a defiance of Nietzsche’s request that you don’t try and guess who he’s talking about in this passage. Instead, consider all the faces that float into your imagination as you read this, whether they’re “real,” from a work of fiction or somewhere in between; or whether they’re self-help gurus, tv show characters, reality show characters, or politicians:

"The genius of the heart as is possessed by that great solitary, the divine tempter and born Pied Piper of consciences whose voice knows how to descend into the inmost depths of every soul, who neither utters a word nor casts a glance in which some seduction is not to be found, a part of whose mastery is that he understands the art of seeming—not what he is but that which will bind his followers to press ever more closely upon him, to follow him ever more enthusiastically and whole-heartedly. The genius of the heart who makes the loud and self-conceited hold their tongues and listen, who polishes all rough souls and gives them a new desire to savour—the desire to lie placid as a mirror that the deep heavens may be reflected in them. The genius of the heart which teaches the clumsy and too hasty hand to hesitate and grasp more tenderly; which scents the hidden and forgotten treasure, the pearl of goodness and sweet spirituality beneath thick black ice and is a divining rod for every grain of gold long buried and imprisoned in much mud and sand. The genius of the heart whose touch enriches all, not ‘blessed” and overcome, not as though favoured and crushed by the good of others; but richer in himself, fresher to himself than before, opened up, breathed upon and warmed by a thawing wind; more uncertain perhaps, more delicate, more fragile, more bruised, but full of hopes as yet unnamed, full of a new will and striving, full of a new unwillingness and resistance”.

[lyrics365]

Headless

Blegh, splat Oh, Lucifer There goes your head You should have seen this coming Now you will be left headless

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

America's top ten glory holes, shit-shrines, cum-palaces, piss-temples, and occult magic sites please.

In cases like this, I mean, does anyone actually “believe in the stuff here”?  The whole thing just seems like the equivalent of Christian fundamentalism to me, the notion that you’re supposed to feel like “you have been chosen to play a great role in God’s great drama, and the drama will have many pages of flimsy pretexts, much like an opera or a movie, and all these instances of artifice must be treated as if they really mean what they mean, because the drama itself is rubbish.

I don’t know.  I’m not being contentious or snide.  I’m just saying that it’s kind of silly.

(I’m not talking about the things mentioned here as “lunch of the day,” because I don’t actually know who says such things.)

[reddeaddamnation]

Imagine: Them defending your honor [Game of Thrones] part 1

Jon Snow

The cold, yet calm spring morning in Winterfell was disturbed by loud, hysterical screaming coming from Sansa’s room. Apparently her jewelry box was stolen and the main suspect was you, her simple handmaiden. Jon ran to her room, followed by Arya and Robb closely. Arya held Sansa’s box in her hands with a guilty expression after being scolded by her brothers for pulling such pranks and now she had to return it herself. Robb flung the door open, revealing Sansa screaming and thrashing around, throwing everything in sight at you and you being on the verge of tears. “It’s not her fault.” Jon spoke calmly, but in a loud enough voice for Sansa to hear. You both looked at him, surprised and Arya stepped up to give back her jewelry box. “What?” Sansa stuttered “Where did you find it?” Jon and Arya shared a look “I saw a petty thief steal it yesterday while you were gone and we went after him.” Jon lied “But it’s not Y/N. I guarantee for her.”

Robb Stark

“What are you? A common whore?“ Your father, Walder Frey, asked in a deceivingly calm tone and his usual angry expression “Did you forget who you’re betrothed to?“. The deal was that last night, you had went out with a certain someone and one of your idiotic brothers caught you and being the fool he was, he didn’t recognize the man and immediately ran to tell on you. Your betrothed, Robb Stark stood between you and Frey, calm as ever. You were the most beautiful of Walder Frey’s many children and certainly smarter than most and that caught the attention of the young King in the North when Walder permitted him to choose a wife. “I did nothing wrong.“ you looked at your father dead in the eyes, which only made him angrier. Robb stepped up to him with a smirk on his face “She tells the truth, m’lord.“ he said with amusement “Because the man she was caught with was me.“

Benjen Stark

You both knew what you were getting yourselves into ever since the start of your relationship. And what you got yourselves into now was something very serious. The Night’s Watch had caught you both red handed as Benjen was making his way inside your home. “You, whore!” Yoren yelled and stepped forward to hit you, but Benjen stopped him by grabbing his hand “It’s not her fault!” he yelled back “She isn’t a whore! It was me! I seduced her!” Yoren only seemed to get angrier “Do you even know what this means?! You broke your vows!” They took a moment to glare ferociously at each other. You dared not move or even breathe, afraid for Benjen and for yourself. “Do you think the novices don’t sneak out at night to Moleville? Do you think they follow the rules strictly? Of course they run in the arms of whores and you know it!” For a moment Yoren seemed to assimilate his words and he bit his lip “The watch isn’t what it used to be.” he spat out and slammed the door shut on his way out.

Jaime Lannister

Jaime stopped in his tracks when he heard a poor townsman talking rather loudly to a group of men and women. He wasn’t going to turn so much attention if he hadn’t heard the name of the noble lady Y/N L/N. “She couldn’t stop sending me love letters. I can even show you! In half of them she even begged me to fuck her! What a riot!” Jaime felt anger brewing in him as he stormed over to the crowd and pushed everyone away until he got to the man who was talking. Everyone moved away from his path, frightened and some of them even tried to shush the man, but he ignored them. “Do you really think a woman as noble and beautiful as lady Y/N would possibly beg you to fuck her? You, who got out of the swinery moments ago?” Jaime yelled, startling the peasant “I forbid gossip about lady L/N by order of the queen herself!” he turned towards the crowd.

Sandor Clegane

You boldly slapped Cersei across the face “You talk so much it’s becoming annoying.” you snarled at her, which only angered her more. You were the only one as it seems, to not suck up to her and that’s why she hated you. You spoke up to her and weren’t afraid to slap her, just like you did now. Maybe she hated you more because of the fact that you were close with king Robert. “How dare you? I will have the entire King’s guard on you!” Cersei yelled and reached to grab you by the hair but was stopped by a clearing of a throat “If you raise a hand against her, the king will have the guard on you.” Sandor Clegane spoke indifferently, standing behind Cersei. “Not if he doesn’t find out what happened exactly. I promise you, L/N, you wouldn’t even know what hit you.” Cersei smirked wickedly and flipped her hair, before walking away. You merely rolled your eyes. “I didn’t need your help, Clegane.”

Arthur Dayne

The mob was screaming and cursing at you and you were afraid to move through it to get to your destination. You wondered what you did to make the people so angry. You were a noble, but did absolutely nothing to anger everyone. But of course they didn’t understand that. They see a rich woman and blame her for their poor state. You tried to back away into the castle again, but your chest met someone else’s. “My lady, I will escort you through the crowd, if you allow me to.” the familiar voice of ser Arthur Dayne spoke in a soothing manner, somewhat calming you “Please.” you whispered. He gave a signal to the men behind you and they surrounded you, shielding you from the eyes of the angry peasants. Arthur wrapped his cloak around your shoulders and held you like that, his other hand on the hilt of his sword. 

[stephenpigmanmusic]

Gonna be noodling some ambiance this morning and afternoon at @uptownswinery brunch 11am-2pm! Then later at @staugustinemellow 6pm-9pm! Come get your mellow swine on! #brunch #saintaugustine #music #bloodymary #soundscapes #originalmusic #looperpedal #breakfast #lunch #dinner #saturday (at Uptown Swinery) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3zQ2vVBt5oT-WjcQbGVPFCSsyuyIo7JK9gGLY0/?igshid=1oqv1l7bht7cy