#the program era

[thelonguepuree]

Apropos of nothing but once again there goes Jameson being right about everything. I feel like this argument about pastiche could be extrapolated to so much of contemporary "creative writing", in that so much contemporary poetry/literature has been reduced to recycling/tinkering with received styles and forms from the past. Which of course has always been the case to various extents, but seems intensified by the Program Era and late capitalist reification more generally.

Is all mainstream literature today pastiche?

[artoounit]

✨ does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes ✨

[ultravioletbrit]

“dead” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 357 words

Part 3/5 (part 1, part 2 / part 4, part 5)

“What are you doing?” James asks Regulus after he lets Sirius into the flat.

“Trying to escape.” Regulus says like it’s obvious as he’s trying—and failing—to open James’ window.

“Why?” James asks in a tone that clearly says, ‘what now?’

Regulus stops trying to open the window but doesn’t turn around.

“I still think that’s an imposter and you could be dead any second. Then he’ll try to frame my brother, and he’ll be falsely accused of your murder, all because you opened the damn door when you shouldn’t have.” Regulus squeezes his eyes shut. He knows he’s making this so much worse, but he can’t seem to stop the nonsense that’s spilling out of his mouth.

“This is your brother!?” James asks and Regulus takes a deep breath and turns around.

“Reggie!? What the fuck are you doing here?” Sirius asks Regulus—justifiably shocked—before turning to James. “Do you know each other?”

“Oh yeah, we go way back.” James’ voice is dripping with sarcasm and he rolls his eyes at Sirius then turns to Regulus. “Wait. This is the brother you’re hiding from?” James asks.

“Hiding?” Sirius asks James.

“He barged in here and said he needed to hide from someone.” James starts explaining to Sirius. “He looked kind of panicked, and I thought he might be in trouble or something.” Regulus realizes neither of them are paying attention to him, so he starts to slowly inch his way to the door. “So, I let him stay, but I realized pretty quickly he wasn’t in any real danger. But then I thought he was kind of snarky and he’s gorgeous so…errm… I still let him stay.” James finishes while rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact. This gives Regulus the opening he needs to slip behind Sirius.

“You let a crazy person stay in your flat because you thought he was pretty?” Sirius asks, like James is an idiot. Regulus made it to the door and slowly starts turning the knob. “I swear to God, James, you’re gonna get yourself killed one if these days.” The door clicks open and, “Freeze!”

So close. Regulus thinks.

[hidden-for-reg]

July 27: pressure | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 275

“Reg, watching the mailbox through the window isn’t going to make the mail come any faster,” James laughed as he gently pried his boyfriend away from the window overlooking their tiny front lawn.

“Jamie, the letter could arrive any day now,” Regulus protested as James pulled him away, lips turned down.

James led him to the kitchen of their flat. He pulled two mugs from the cupboard as Regulus retrieved two tea bags.

As James had finished boiling the water in the kettle, Regulus burst out, “The mail! James, it’s here!” His boyfriend took off running to their mailbox. “Come on!”

James quickly set the kettle aside and ran after Regulus. When he reached the front door, Regulus was already sprinting back to James clutching a thick envelope. 

“It came!” He exclaimed. Regulus’ face was etched with nervousness as he used his thumb to tear open the envelope. Regulus snatched the letter out and scanned it eagerly. His eyes widened and he looked right up at James. “Baby, I got in!” Regulus cried jumping into James’ arms. “I got into that law program at Oxford!”

James exhaled as soon as the words left his boyfriend’s mouth and he felt an invisible pressure get lifted from his shoulders. James caught him and spun them in a circle. He set Regulus down and grabbed his face. He kissed Regulus and drew away to look in his eyes. “I’m so proud of you, love.” 

Regulus’ face was glowing with happiness as he grinned from ear to ear. “I did it,” he mumbled, tears filling his eyes.

“You did it,” James murmured, stroking a stray tear from Regulus’ cheek. 

[ihavesomejays]

quick shapey sunday thing i painted to procrastinate on my drawing assignment

detail shot under keep reading

[cordahliaa]

hey hey! was inspired by @nothingtoseeherebyeexx​‘s fem marauders and i decided to draw my own fem sirius <3 

[morethanonepage]

i wish people would at least acknowledge that the reason tv shows used to have 20+ episodes per season was bc networks wanted to sell commercial slots over 20+ weeks, not for like. love of the game character development or w/e

[taralen]

to spamton: do you miss your friends?

Credit for text boxes: Click Me

[avaryy]

ryan ross, live in denver: behind the scenes (1)

[radioheadyaoi]

a major work in progress but here's an opening few pages i wrote for a fun little tranquility base hotel and casino screenplay i started to write, and the parallels that inspired it

+ a random bit of text, out of context

for further imagery, and further explanation. four out of five music video / gif by @warpspeedchiic / tranquility base hotel and casino, title track / warp speed chic, directed by ben chappell / gif by @warpspeedchiic / this is me trying, taylor swift / alex turner at emirates stadium, london / gif by @tranquilitybasemoon / arctic monkeys at tipsarena, linz, 24/04/2023 / mirrorball, taylor swift

[grasslandgirl]

brennan in the first ap talking about Evan being touch starved and how much he loved and appreciated just like casual friendly touch from jammer in the first ep and. aaaaaaaugghghhh. oh you know. you understand etc.

[read-write-thrive]

I wanted to get a head start on palasaki week and now I’m building out a reverse AU. why do I keep doing this to myself I can’t keep starting new stuff without finishing the old stuff 😭

[stoppingo1k]

last thing i worked on. the sketch and lodge was done by 3 other designers total, i only did the lineart and placeholder colors for the background. this was a project so secret only a handful of people knew about it, with it being kept from even most of staff. there's this mystery lodge seen from ski hill in the og game never elaborated on. this was intended to be a secret area akin to the dojo or iceberg in really early clubp. youd access it by hitting the "ridge run" sign on ski hill with a snowball and doing a perfect game of sled racing on that track (all ice patches hit, no obstacles hit). there was no interior planned for the lodge, but you'd get a golden sled by walking up to the door

[ultravioletbrit]

“betray” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 318 words

Part 2/5 (part 1 / part 3, part 4, part 5)

“Don’t.” Regulus tells James when he moves to open the door.

“What?” James stops mid stride.

“Do not open that door.” Regulus says more firmly and presses his back against the door.

“Err… Pretty sure this is my flat and that’s my best mate. I’m gonna open the door.” James takes another step, and Regulus puts his hand on his chest to stop him, which is a very bad idea because his hand lands on solid muscle and it takes Regulus a herculean effort not to whimper.

“How do you know it’s your best mate? Hmm?” Regulus asks and James looks at him like he’s crazy, which Regulus very well might be. “It could be an imposter pretending to be your best mate, so you’ll open the door and then they’ll kill you on the spot because you didn’t bring a weapon with you.” Regulus internally cringes—he probably even externally cringes—he knows he sounds insane, he’s desperate here.

“Do you bring a weapon with you every time you open the door?” James raises an eyebrow.   

“Yes.” Regulus says simply.

“Move.”

“No.” Regulus crosses his arms over his chest.

James stares at him for half a second then puts his hands on Regulus’ hips and picks him up like he weighs nothing. Regulus yelps and James turns them around and puts Regulus back down. Regulus doesn’t have time to think about how incredibly hot that was or how James’ hands felt on his hips before James is moving to the door again.

“I can’t believe you would betray me like this!” Regulus gasps dramatically, doing his best to sound horrified and heartbroken.

“I don’t even know you!” James says, sounding dumbfounded and aggravated by the entire situation, which… fair.

Regulus looks around for his new escape options and beelines it towards a window as James opens the door.        

“Hey Pads. Just so you know I have a crazy person in my flat right now.”

[future-crab]

EDIT: updated because I didn't like the way the original was cropped or what tumblr did to the colors. (Original version under the cut)

Angels Made From Neon

[ID: A painting-style redraw of a photo of Gerard Way. He is wearing a green and white cheerleader dress and holding a microphone. Behind him is a partially-obscured green neon sign that reads, "201-KL5-DEAD EXTERMINATORS" with the outline of a dead rat. Squiggles of neon green the same color as the sign radiate from him, and there is a neon green halo around their head. End ID.]

(original photo source)

When I posted my last piece of MCRNashville art, I said in the tags "someone who knows what they're doing could probably do something cool with this concept." And then I realized that I knew what I was doing a lot more than I did when I'd started that project, so I may as well give it a shot. And I'm glad I did, cause I'm honestly in love with how it turned out :)

Alternate versions under the cut:

[ID 1: The same image as above, but without the neon sign in the background, and without the neon squiggles and halo. End ID.]

[ID 2: The same image as the first picture, but with the phrase "angels made from neon" at the bottom, spelled out in newspaper clippings. End ID.]

Original version:

[ID 3: The same as the first image, but the colors are more muted and Gerard is slightly off-center. End ID.]

[histonics]