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[hanalulugguk]

You've been gone 10 years, and it's made you bitter

Part of Sweet - a Gojo Satoru mini series

One

Note: As incredible as his mind is, gege deeply hurt me with chapter 236, this came to mind after reading it when i felt like gojo satoru, strongest sorcerer, was robbed. So this my personal characterization of him <3

Warnings: none for this chapter

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Even though the distance was grand, you could still hear the loud cheers and screams coming from the training courts at the compl;et other side of the school upon entering the school premise after venturing up the long path to the top of the mountain. You take the peaceful walk from the gate to the inside of the building. 

You take your time walking the halls, looking around and stepping into random old classrooms that you remember having spent hours in during your late teens. Navigating your way to the principal's office to the best your memory can serve you. You almost walk past it, the name change throwing you off. You take a deep breath  before knocking against the wooden door, you hear a faint ‘come in’ before you pull the door open. The yellow lighting of the room is dim, and poor. You notice before you step inside that it’s different than you remember it. 

There was no longer a desk at the far end of the room by the window, there was no longer an absurd looking orange couch pushed to the far right of the room with 2 ugly looking metal chairs on either side of it. It’s entirely empty. Once you step inside though you do notice the water cooler in the corner of the room. 

“You’re early,” yaga almost freaks you out from his position in the far end of the room, in the least dim lit area of the room. “Did i interrupt nap time? Why is it so dark here?” you make your way over to where yaga was seated. 

“I can see your sense of humour is yet to waver,” he doesn’t look up from the stuffed doll in his hand, continuing to delicately stuff more cotton into the small opening, needle and thread placed neatly on the mat in front of him along with other doll skin. 

“It never will, and you know it” you jab back as you take a seat next to him, you still cannot see his face fully, but you can see the corner of his lip lift. You sit in silence as he tries to thread the needle to sew the last bit back, after a few minutes of him obviously struggling you grab them from his hand, threading it for him before ripping it from the rool and tying it to secure it. He doesn’t protest when you take the neon green bear from his lap and start to sew the last bit as he watches you. 

“How was your trip here?” you shrug in response. “Same as always, long and tiresome. Next time you ask me to come, I expect to be pulled up on a trolley. These stairs never get easier.” he lets out a breath of a laugh, eyes trained on your working hands. 

“How was europe?” he asks further, “sorcery work is much less busy anywhere outside of japan. Not much to take care of there. It was good.” you hold the bear up once you’re done before turning it for yaga to see, he offers a small smile as he takes it from you. 

“Nice to have you back,”

“It’s only for a month, don’t get too used to it, don’t want any weeping when i’m leaving. “ you joke and he nods, “i know, that was the deal, only a month.” he agrees with you as he places the bear onto the mat at his knees. “I’m not used to the plaque with your name on it,  almost missed your office, or play room. Why’d you empty it so much?” you ask looking around again at all the empty space from when you were still here, walking these halls as if they were your own, which to some extent is true. 

“Felt better, more calm.” he explains as he follows your line of vision, zeroing in on the small photo frame hung up right next to the wall, the one of all of you when you were still in your first year. shoko , satoru, suguru and you as you stand with big smiles around yaga, a cake in his hand and a rainbow polka dot party hat on his head. 

You hum in response to him, “i can get that.” your voice is low, quiet, as the two of you longer on the photo for a little while longer. “So when am i to meet the students?” you ask looking back at yaga who stands with a huff, “now if you’d like.” he looks down at where you remain seated. 

“They’re in the training court with gojo.” you pull your lips into a thin line before offering him a big smile. “Sure.” he extends his hand to you and you gladly take it as he helps you up. 

The two of you step into the hall, you trailing the smallest bit behind yaga, you savor the silence, knowing that although it had been years since you’ve seen each other, you’d prefer to skip the aspect of catching up on what is unnecessary to share, and he knows, so he doesn’t push. As you get closer to the exit leading to the training courts, the chaos gets louder and louder. 

“Are they anything like us?” you ask as you step out into the sun, taking a quick skip to catch up to his pace where you had stalled.  “no one could compare to the lot of you. Worst class i had ever taught.” although it may seem harsh, you can sense the fondness in his tone, and you know, with him saying it that he cherished you. All 4 of you. You shrink into yourself for a second as you grin at his words.

“YA, megumi! You can do better than that, don’t let a girl beat you.” you hear him before you see him. As the two of you round the benches you catch sight of the source of chaos. The students were posed in 2 groups of threes. Two pairs in combat formation with an orange ping pong on each of their heads whilst one spectated each pair. You note the panda but don’t ask any questions. Satoru was seated on the bright green grass, both legs spread in front of him, wide open as he leaned back on his palm, his back in your direction. 

“Why is it that every time i come you are layed back whilst all of your students do the work?” yaga asks satoru who didn’t bother turning around, his sight loud as you catch the motion of him reaching to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. The students all stopped their training seeing hearing principle yaga’s entrance.

“Well i learned from the best obviously.” gojo responds back nonchalantly as you stop right behind satoru, yaga right next to you. “And since when do you spectat? Has your trust me hindered that much?” he asks leaning his head back to look at, who he thought would be yaga, but instead the top of his head bumps your knees, gazing up at you with pure boredom before his eyes, slowly, widen upon contact. You offer him a smile as yaga speaks up again. 

“I’ve come to introduce someone,” the students whispers, if they would be called that, reach you as you break eye contact with satoru to meet their eyes. They tredge carefully, you’re not sure if it’s yaga’s presence or your foreign one. 

“Due to recent events, and some doubts in your training,” he takes a quick glance at satoru who doesn’t quip up with anything in return, “i’ve brought on some temporary help to grow your abilities in a more reliable way. This is y/n one of the only 5 special grade sorcerers. I believe she’d be great at teaching you something useful.”  

You give a moderately big smile as you offer a small bow to the students, few bow back whilst the rest either give a small wave or nothing at all. You do notice though the boy with bright pink hair and his enthusiastic wave following his bow. “Hello,” he blushes at the personal attention you provide him, placing his hand over his mouth. 

Out of your peripheral you notice satoru shift before getting up, standing so tall above you he almost entirely blocks the sun. you tone out what yaga continues to say to the students as you glance up at the man towering above you, his glasses were now off, held in his hand as he looks you over, eyes scanning your entire figure. His eyes meet yours again, and it’s almost like he’s staring you down. You stare back, just as intense small smile toying at your lips. 

“Hey,” you whisper, and he takes a few seconds longer than you expect to respond. “Hey,” it’s quieter than yours, almost like he’s distracted. 

“Haven’t seen you in a while.” you muse and he scoffs, “kind what happens when you take off right after graduation.” you ignore the sarcasm in his voice. “Kinda what happens when you don’t reach out when you know exactly where i was.” you retort and so he doesn’t respond, just turning to face his students, but you notice the pout he sports before he turns. Very mature on his end. 

“You’ll be attending with her alongside your classes with gojo sensei this month. She’ll help you with everything you need to know regarding special grade curses and how to fight them as sorceres of your grade.”

“That’s possible?” the girl with short orange hair asks, hand placed on her hip as she spares you an unsure glance before looking back at principle yaga. “It is if you learn it from me,” you respond, voice softer to try and not come off as cocky. “Some of the ideals at jujutsu are a little, hmm, outdated, straying away from those ideals are sometimes helpful.” you explain and even though she doesn’t respond, the way her face contorts you could tell she was a little more open to it. 

“You’ll start lessons from tomorrow.” yaga points out before, all in one motion, turns to leave the training court. You watch as he walks away with a frown, “well he hasn’t changed a bit,” you mutter at his lack of regard to you. 

“Hmm, you’d think he’d treat his favourites a little better than the rest of us,” the slight biting tone in gojo’s voice is unharmful, you can tell. “Hmm, you’d think you’d have matured past your teenage years,” you bite back and he yet again scoffs as you roll your eyes as if you were irritated at his attitude but the smile you have tells otherwise.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow, 11 am sharp please.” you give a small wave to the group of students, before turning to gojo one last time. “You too satoru,” you nudge him lightly with your shoulder ut he doesn’t budge, obviously. 

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It’s past 8pm when there’s a sudden knock at your dorm room, you slip your bookmark between the pages you were on as you place the book on your night stand before slipping your feet into your slippers. Another knock sounds and you can almost feel who the impatient visitor is. You opt to not respond as you wrap your hand around the food handle and twist it open. You briefly meet eyes with gojo before he slips into your room, waiting for no invitation to come in. 

You furrow your brows as you remain where you stood, door lightly ajar, handle still in your hand as your twist your neck to look back at gojo, white shirt and black plaid pyjama bottoms clad as he is halfway to your bed. “Am i on your property?”

“What?” he turns to ask, he’s not wearing anything over his eyes, and even in the dimly light room, his iris glow even brighter than the small bedside lamp you have on. You nod your head towards the door, he huffs before slipping his foot back into his slipper before stepping back outside the entrance to your room. He stood before you, eyes fixed on the cieling as he obviously throws an inner tantrum.

“Can i come in?” he mumbles and you wait a beat for him to continue, when he doesn’t you help him. “Please,”

“Please,” he repeats almost before you’re done, and you open the door fully, he wastes no time in stepping inside again, making his way to your bed, kicking his slippers off before face planting onto the mattress. 

“Oh please, treat my room as your own.” you mumble and he kicks his foot once to help him sit up on your bed as you make your way to your bed, sitting where you were, back against the headboard. He shifts in his spot to turn and face you. “What are you doing here?” he asks blankly as you pick your book back up, collecting your knees up to your chest and pulling the covers onto your legs to cover them. 

“Do you still only listen to yourself when you talk?” you ask placing your book in your lap and looking over at gojo. His face is hard, his breathing mildly laboured, like his heart is beating faster than usual. His brows are furrowed enough to form creases on his forehead as his eyes pierce into yours. 

He doesn’t grant you an answer, you pull you lips in a tight line whilst letting out a sigh, “i’m here to help. Yaga wanted me to come around for a bit, says the sudden surge of special grade curses was worrying him.”

“I’m capable of managing my students.” he fights back making you place your book aside, “no one said you can’t. I’m only here to help.” you explain, voice soft. You can tell he’s feeling a plethora of emotions right now, quite possibly since this morning and it’s been brewing since. 

His brows cease a bit, un-creasing only slightly as he averts his gaze to the crumbled sheets beneath him. Picking at the stray thread in his pant leg. You grant him silence, a chance to bring up what’s actually bothering. You watch him, his slow blinks, his ever changing expression as he seems to be turning things over in his head, the way he starts picking at his palm aggressively, that’s when you intervene. 

You reach over to place your hand over his fidgeting one, he stops instantly. “Don’t,” you say, slowly removing his hand and taking a quick look at his palm. 

“You didn’t reach out.” he points out and you hum, rubbing your thumb over the slightly pink skin of his palm. “Neither did you,” you respond back and he retreats his hand back from yours, tucking them under his crossed legs. 

“I’ve always told you wasn’t planning on staying around.” you point out and he huffs, “though that would’ve changed, after everything,” you know what he’s referring to. 

“Nothing would have changed that. You know it.” you’re not mean, he can tell you’re only being honest. “You’ve been gone 10 years.” he points out and you smirk lightly, “and it’s made you bitter.” 

“I’m not bitter,” he defends, straightening his back as you raise your brows. “Upset?” you ask and he scrunches his face up, “no,” he defends once again, eyes boring into yours. “Hmm, what about yearning? Did you yearn for me satoru?” a light blush raises to his cheeks as he tsks in fake annoyance before getting off the bed as you gloat at his frustration, your grin reaching your eyes as you realise gojo is still as easy to affect as he used to be.

You watch as he paces around slowly, looking at all the things you had laid out from your unpacking. “Why didn’t you put anything up? The walls look boring?” he asks as he scans the bare walls of the room.

“I’m not staying long, there’s no need.” you lean back against the headboard as you watch him observe the space, curious as always. “How long are you staying?” 

“You really don’t listen huh?” you mock and he ignores as he picks up the small matrioshka doll on the vanity, opening it as if he doesn’t know what he’ll find in it. 

“A month,” you respond after a few moments of silence, he turns to you, staring you down once again. “Just a month?” he asks and you offer a small smile as you hum in response. He doesn’t follow up, instead busying himself with placing the matrioshka doll down to look through your bottles of serums and moisturizers you laid out.

And again, you give him his moment, as he mindlessly rolls the bottles around looking between them as if he was memorizing them, before speaking up again. 

“I missed you too,” he scoffs but doesn’t turn around. “I never said i missed you,” he mutters, voice low as he places the bottle down and turns to you. “You don’t need to say it. I can feel it.” you tease and he doesn’t sass you. His feet bringing him to the side of the bed you were at as he stands above you. 

You look up at him as he simply stood, staring at you. His hand twitches at his side before he reaches up to twirl a small strand of hair between his fingers, you don’t stop or question him. His thumb caresses right under your jaw as he takes a quick glance at your lips. “Are you still mean?” he asks and it doesn’t take you more than a second to register what he means. “Yes.” you respond making him huff aggressively before stomping his way to your door. you‘re in a fit of laughter as you are left staring at the door he slammed on his way out of your room.

You shake your head as your laughter dies down, you place your book on your nightstand, too worn out to continue reading, and turn your light off before slipping under the cover. Unable to remove the smile off your face from seeing one of the people closest to you after so many years.

pending; chapter 2

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[meraki-yao]

Translation of a Bilibili Video Analysing the Paris Love Making Scene

HOLY SHIT THIS LITERALLY TOOK ME ALL DAMN DAY

Preface from me: PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS NOT MY ORIGINAL CONTENT! THIS IS JUST MY TRANSLATION OF THE FOLLOW VIDEO MADE BY 搭火箭都要追剧 A CHINESE RWRB FAN. I REPEAT, THE CONTENT IS NOT MINE, I'M JUST A TRANSLATOR (that being said I did a little bit of commentary, anything in brackets is my own thoughts)

All photos are unedited screenshots taken directly from the video

Preface from OP: The content of this video is very subjective and shallow, if it's different from your opinions, you're the right one (a Chinese saying which basically means "this is just my thoughts don't come at me") and it's most likely to be very different from any official BTS.

Didn't translate the first part because 1, I can't really translate it well due to cultural references 2, I... don't really agree with it, but did like 90% of the video

Also since it's about the Paris love-making scene, there's sexual content, you have been warned

For the moment when Alex slips his hand under Henry's shirt

When Alex slides his hand across Henry's naked waist, his fingertips, the most sensitive part of the hand is touching Henry's bare skin and stirring his desires, which is why Alex's body tenses: he clenches his jaw and takes a deep breath in.

In contrast, Henry is absorbed in the romance of it all. He's been in love with Alex the whole time and finally, the man of his dreams is here with him, touching him.

For the couple of shots where they stand naked with Henry touching Alex

1, Close Up Shot of Henry's hand gliding up Alex's arm

Henry told Alex that he's in good hands, therefore Henry's the one to lead this dance and set the atmosphere, so most of the light is on him, with the bright spot being shone on Henry's wrist which leads the audience to focus on that point

He starts with his fingertips running along Alex's vein, but the brightest spot doesn't follow the movement of his hand and stays focused on his wrist and the lower part of his thumb while the rest of his hand is in darker lighting. This is to strike a contrast and to put the focus on Henry's hand and therefore his movement. The reason only part of his hand is illuminated is because his entire hand is lit, the frame's lighting loses its balance and looks abnormal, and won't match the more subtle, softer tones of the romance in the movie

A highly saturated orange/golden light is chosen, which increases the feeling of content and ambiguity (I don't that sounds weird but it's the closest word I can think of, but a more accurate description… Imagine the use of steam in a shower sex scene) which also hints that this is going to be a lovely night

The use of light and the contrast of brightness on different parts also serve to convey Henry's emotions and internal thoughts. Even though their first night in Alex's room and their hook-up during the polo match were both really intense, but it was more about the surging, frantic sexual desire between the two. Now Henry doesn't actually know how Alex will react and is somewhat worried about it, which is represented by his fingers in darker lighting. But at the same time, Paris is the first time Henry can be so physically close with his long-time crush and be extremely honest/vulnerable with him, and later understand and feel each other on a spiritual level (… Woah.). He feels contentment from that, which is what the brighter area conveys.

In this single shot, the bright and dark areas are fairly equal, which also means these two emotions are in equal conflict at this moment

Then Henry's hand slides up towards Alex's shoulder and he switches to touching him with his fingertips, which, with its sensitivity, means Henry can feel any tiny change on Alex's skin. He feels Alex's excitement and comfort, which in turn makes him happy and bolder, which is also conveyed in the change of the light in the frame: the fingertips that were previously in dark lighting gradually shift into the brighter area, representing his worries fading

2, The following shot of Henry facing Alex's camera right, Alex's back against the audience, camera left

The light is still on Henry which means this shot is still conveying Henry's feelings

There's a clear contrast of light on his face which makes his face seem more 3D (again sorry for the weird translation but I can't find any other words) and attracts the audience's attention more.

The contrast is also represented in Henry's characterization. To explain this, we need to understand what a cognitive schema is: cognitive schema is a psychological concept which can be summarized as when a person is exposed to an object, event or person, they will use precious experience and knowledge to make a general judgment and description of them thus predicting their next actions. So in the case of Henry, at first since he's a prince, the audience and Alex, using their cognitive schema will assume he's prim and proper, when in reality he's horny (ha), flirtatious and adorable (so in conclusion, he's actually a babygirl)

Henry then lingers his hand on Alex, and glances at Alex with a flirtatious smile, enjoying Alex's shiver under his touch.

3, Shot of Alex facing audience camera left, Henry back against audience camera right

The light is now mostly on Henry's back, increasing the romantic atmosphere of the shot.

The light is also on Alex's torso and cheek forming a light contrast, which turns the audience's focus onto Alex. The larger dark area indicates he's being led by Henry in this situation, and he doesn't really know what Henry's gonna do, therefore his nervousness is the dominating emotion, represented by the dark area.

But he's also enjoying Henry's touches, which is why the light is still mostly on Henry but also partly on Alex now, almost like an extension of the contentment that Henry feels

The lamp that in-universe is providing the lighting is on the right side of the frame. If a similar light source isn't placed on the left side, the left side of the frame would seem too cold, which would destroy the atmosphere previously created. Therefore a mirror was placed there both for spatial balance and to create a reflection of the lamp's light, creating a small light spot on the left, balancing the coloring and lighting of the shot.

To the right of the mirror where the light can't cover is a small cupid statue. The statue not only adds to the romantic atmosphere but also indicates what's about to happen, as cupid symbolizes love and sex. Cupid is also a mischievous God who enjoys pranks, which also somewhat describe the boys' relationship: cupid shoots out the silver/lead arrow of aversion and revulsion that leads to their misunderstanding and subsequent hatred, but the shoots out the golden arrow of fall that led to them falling in love with each other and living together happily ever after.

Alex keeps watching Henry's hand as his hand slides down and looks back up when Henry touches his chest and takes a deep breath. Henry smiles brightly at Alex's reaction.

Alex then becomes intoxicated by Henry's touch as his sexual desires take over him

When Henry picks up the key that means a lot to Alex, Alex clenches his jaw. The highlight in his eyes allows the audience to immediately catch the change in his eyes that's filled up with lust.

So to conclude this part, a lot of attention was given to the placement of props and the lighting: the saturated golden creates a romantic but steamy/foggy (meraki seriously can't find the right word) setting, which is a filmmaking technique often used by Wong Kar Wai, in fact a similar lighting was used in "In the Mood for Love" (Matthew is a true fan)

For the shots of them kissing on the bed

There's a red mark on Henry's chest which OP explained in an earlier video that would have been caused by Alex grabbing there when thrusting forward

There's another possibility which is Alex getting excited when being behind Henry but he doesn't really know what to do so all he can do is grind against Henry. But Henry feels and sounds divine, and Alex gets impatient so he leaves marks on Henry's arm and chest

To prove her hypothesis op did an experiment with her own arm: she chose her arm because just like the part of Henry's chest that's marked, part of the muscle curves (into the elbow just as the chest muscle curves into the armpit) it's not a easy place for fingers to exert force, thus can draw a closer, more subjective comparison.

Experiment process: open uses her other hand to grab onto her arm and pull backwards forcefully, to 1, observe the shape of the mark and if it's identical to that of Henry's, 2, observe the time needed to create the mark in order to be the same as Henry's

As shown in the photo, the (faint) red marks are approximately the same shape, width and redness as the ones on Henry's chest. It took 28 seconds to reach this. This approximates the time taken by Alex to "do stuff" (I think she means prep?) from Henry's behind

With how loving and gentle Alex is with Henry it's not that likely that he started groping Henry's chest from the beginning, so the conclusion is when Alex was trying to "move forward" when he was behind Henry (I seriously don't know if she means prep or like, doggy style) but doesn't really know what to do and groped Henry in his nervousness, and this failed attempt lasted at least 28 seconds.

OP thinks the failed attempt was done in front of the window with Henry bending over, gripping the back of one of the chairs, and deduced from the DNC scene: the boys were originally chatting in bath robes on the couch with the curtain mostly closed, but when Zahra barged in, the blackout curtain was out, leaving just the mesh layer closed. There was a bathrobe on the far side of the couch and another in front of the window. So presumably after the talk, they went for another round, Henry ditched his robe on one side of the couch and pounced on Alex (similarly to how he did on Alex's couch), they tumbled around and switched position and ended up in front of the window, Alex remembered he failed attempt in Paris and wanted to make up for it so he pulled open the blackout curtain but left the mesh layer closed, and then he got to work. (...tbn personally I think this is a stretch?)

Henry thinks Alex is adorable but he's also really intoxicated and wants to get down to business asap, so he grabs Alex's neck and presses Alex towards him, kissing from Alex's lips to his neck. He kissed Alex's neck because from their first hook-up and the way Alex immediately stretched his neck to give Henry space when he kissed his neck then, that this is the quickest way to stimulate him. Which is why you can see a faint hickey on Alex's neck

As they kiss they walk towards the bed. During their first hook-up, Henry pushed Alex onto the couch, so now it's Alex's turn to pounce on Henry, which is what we see in the shot: Henry falls onto the bed first, then Alex follows. Alex is really happy and a bit proud that he can drive Henry crazy like this, while (and I quote directly) Henry can't think of anything anymore, and has "please hurry up and fuck me" painted on his face

The mark/hickey on Alex's neck takes the shape of an inverted triangle, with the vertical side and the diagonal side (left down right up, in math it's a positive slope) being more red, which means those two points experienced the largest amount of force

Red Mark on Henry's Chest

Screenshot from In the Mood for Love using a similar lighting

Red Mark Result from OP's experiment

Blackout Curtain Closed on DNC Night

Bathrobe (presumed to be Henry's) on the far side of the couch

Bathrobe (presumed to be Alex's) near the window, Blackout Curtain Open in the background

For the process, deduced with the shot of them laying in bed during the afterglow

The trajectory of sweat on Henry's temple runs downward vertically. If he was fucked lying down, the sweat should run into his ear canal horizontally. Which means he was fucked in a sitting position. For example in the polo match hookup, Henry's sweat is visible in the form of drops running vertically down his face. Also in the afterglow, the sweat also seems to be splattered, which required Henry to have vigorously moved either up and down or front and back. So yeah this further proves that there was a cut riding scene.

Alex also has sweat on his face, and his fringe is wet. So riding should have happened right before they lied down and started talking.

So the process deduced by OP is 1, they tried doggy style in front of the window and failed 2, what was shown in the movie 3, doggy style on the bed 4, riding (OP wasn't aware of the details of the extended Paris love-making scene, but all RWRB fans in China know that there's doggy style and riding that got cut, this is OP's deduction of the order)

Even without looking at the sweats and marks, from the way Henry's signet ring is turned in the movie you can tell that something's deleted, since before Alex intertwined his fingers with Henry, the letter H was facing outwards, and when their hands join the movement causes the ring to turn and for the letter to face inwards. But then the next shot with Henry's hand on Alex's shoulder shows the ring worn normally again, which means something in between was deleted or reordered.

Hickey on Alex's Neck

Henry's sweat in the afterglow

Henry's sweat during the polo hook-up

Alex's sweat in the afterglow

tagging @sanneannelies7 and @na-18dia who mentioned wanting the translation in my original post

[hirazuki]

I did a costest of Mairon today (and an impromptu Almaren-era look, because why not) -- he's ready for con! I'm really happy with how he looks and too excited to wait to share photos until I'm done editing, so have some unedited shots plus two quick memes & the last thing you see when you dare imply Melkor might have not done nothing wrong XD

Inspiration for the memes came from this amazing poll by @kanafinwe-makalaure.

Edit: Ahaha okay this got A LOT more attention than I anticipated, for being just some test shots and silliness ^^; I usually don't include costume credits in costest photo dump posts, only on finished photos, but now I feel like I need to include them here too, so here you go: Wig: Arda Wigs (Grace, in "Fire Orange") Contacts: Uniqso (Sweety Crazy Red Demon Eye) Ears: Aradani Costumes (Sun Elf Ears) Circlet: PernCirclets (on Etsy) Gorget: Crystalsidyll (on Etsy) Gauntlets: Jadekei (on Etsy) Leather armor: LederFantasies (on Etsy) Fangs: Scarecrow (Small Deluxe Fangs) Gloves, dress base, and finger armor are mass-produced/store-bought; shirt is my own. I'm honestly shocked at the reception and everyone's really kind and supportive words! ♡♡♡

[tmntxthings]

∑一stay in my memories。・゜・

author’s note: it’s such a tragedy that im just listening to this whole song now. i kept hearing that one popular part and finally finally listened to it all and wow ♪ memories by conan grey ♪

warnings: angst, past relationships, hurt/comfort? song inspired, unedited

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It’s been a couple of months since you. That was about the amount of time it took for Michelangelo to stop crying. His brothers had a pretty hard time too. So did Pops. They weren’t used to Mikey being so down. Feeling so blue. But he couldn’t help it, the breakup had been hard. The distance has been even harder. He knew he had spent every waking second with you, but it really felt like a punch to the plastron coming to the realization, that he was supposed to live without you now.

He had finally gotten to a point where looking at all those pictures of the two of you together didn’t hurt. It didn’t make him cry anymore. And most things had. All the little knickknacks, every single thing you had gotten him. The comics, the art supplies, the clothes that you sometimes wore. He couldn’t possibly get rid of it. Even when Donnie deduced it would help his grieving process. That it might speed things up and not make things so difficult.. to have constant reminders of you.

But Mikey couldn’t bear to lose one more piece of you. So he stuffed everything into a box.. at least the things he didn’t use on the daily, and hid them away in the back of his closet. And so the months passed and he was surviving, somehow.. someway without you. He sometimes wondered if it would’ve been better to have never met you. To have never gone through such heartache. But with the headspace he was at now, he knew that wouldn’t be true. It wouldn’t have been better. Because then he would’ve never experienced all those good times. The lovely moments, the loving moments with you. He couldn’t really ponder too hard about those still.. Donnie said he was 75% on the way to a complete recovery. Mikey thought he may just be saying that but most days he felt better. Enough to sometimes spare a smile at those old photos.

The two of you had gone back and forth like this countless times. But you always came back after a couple of days and Mikey readily opened his arms. It wasn’t the healthiest thing in the world, his brothers made sure to remind him that. But he couldn’t help what he felt in his heart for you. You were his sun. But this time.. it felt like the last. After those first couple of days he had waited with his phone clutched in his grasp. Waiting for a message, a call, anything to show him that you wanted him back. Raph said it was for the best. That he and you were just each other’s first love, and that it was always the hardest to get over.

“I’m heading up!” Mikey called out in the lair. It wasn’t uncommon nowadays to go topside alone. Though Raph asked if he wanted company. Mikey replied quickly, “Nah, I’ll be back in a few! I just wanna skate for a bit.. clear my head,” and that was all he needed to say. Raph understood and gave Mikey a warm grin and waved him off.

He could hear the sound of pouring rain halfway up the ladder to the manhole cover. It didn’t deter the orange clad turtle. Though skating in such conditions are unadvised, Mikey wasn’t your average skater. He was a ninja with rad skills. Plus the rain deterred others so it wouldn’t be packed at the park. And yet as Mikey pulled up his hood and covered the manhole with practiced ease. His board strapped to his shell underneath his orange hoodie, hoping it would stay dry til he reached his destination. He felt familiar chills run over his entire body. He turned to the alleyway opening, out to the lit up sidewalk, and there you were.

His breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t seen you in months. And there you were. Here you were. Staggering forward and drenched from the rain. His heart lurched at the sight. No no no no. This wasn’t happening. He had finally stopped hurting. He had finally started surviving without you! And yet as you called out his name,

“M-Mike?”

His breath sputtered as his hands went around himself. As if he could hold himself together. Like he wasn’t already falling apart. “What’re you doing Y/n?” His voice sounded foreign to even himself. He felt like he was dying. Something was clawing at his tattered and beaten heart. He didn’t want to face you. He didn’t want to think about you. No you were supposed to be in his memories. Not here before him, shivering from the cold and practically begging to be wrapped in his arms.

“I just wanna talk,” you murmured. Though the rain was still coming down, he heard you clearly. His ears straining for every word. His body was betraying him. Had it forgotten all of the pain it had went through? For months? For longer than that! The off and on and off and on again? You started moving forward and Mikey started to shake his head. You were talking again, trying to make it right, trying to explain.

“Just hear me out Angie, I know I’ve messed up bad. But I don’t think I can do it without you, I- I tried!”

The closer you got the more dizzy he felt. Until you were right before him and even the smell of the dripping rain couldn’t cover the alcohol that lingered on your breath. He winced inwardly, you weren’t here for him. You were here for you. Playing the victim once more despite claiming to own up to your mistakes. “Please Mikey, I swear I’ll do better, better for you, f-for us!”

His thoughts were cloudy. He wanted you to stay in his memories. The past was too traumatizing and all you did was bring it back. You threw it in his face as if his feelings didn’t truly matter. He was your crutch. He was all you had. And his heart strings, or what was left of them, pulled. He shook his head. He was trying so hard to get over you, to get over this. But you showed up, out of nowhere, months later, out of the blue in such a state! He felt the slow exhale wind down and out of his body. He knew the ending would always be the same with you. The two of you couldn’t be friends. He doubted the two of you could be the same lovers as you once were. All that you were doing now was preventing him from moving on, from yourself moving on to something new..

But since you came…

His arms slowly opened and you lurched forward. Wet and trembling the both of you, tears camouflaged by the unforgiving rain. “Okay,” he sighed, it was hardly even voiced. He was sure you couldn’t hear as you sobbed into his chest. Just happy he had let you in again. To break his heart once more. Maybe he was insane. Though he didn’t think things would change this time around. He was fully expecting to get his feelings crushed. But maybe one day you would take all of those things that had haunted him. The box full of reminders of you. Maybe if you took that with you this time around, maybe he’d truly get over you. And then you would stay in his memories.

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author’s note 2.0: it is most definitely recommended to listen while reading ;D most of the lyrics were used ^

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

Flammulina velutipes--Velvet Foot/Winter Mushroom/Wild Enoki

Ever wondered what those tiny, densely-clustered white mushrooms in the grocery store look like in the wild? No? Yes? Well, now you will. All photos mine, unedited.

They're orange, the caps are flatter and bigger, and the stipes are dark and velvety. They show up in the fall and continue to the spring. They won't pop up when it's below freezing but it literally only needs to be 1 degree above freezing and then they will! Be careful of lookalikes, but bright orange cap + dark velvet stipe + white spores is a pretty good tell. This only goes for eastern North America, though. I have no idea what lookalikes might be around in other areas. You can have them with pizza, in pasta sauce. Or you can fry them up in butter and serve with salmon in a red wine sauce (I did that one winter). :)

Word of caution: ALL edible wild mushrooms must be cooked before you eat them. Even if you don't get sick immediately there can be longterm effects. It's very difficult to overcook a mushroom, so do it well.

Word of ethics: always leave at a third of the young mushrooms you find, and only in a large flush. If there's only one, leave it be.

[girlinthemirrorbluenight-library]

Check out my art for Pinefest 2023 to accompany the incredible fic Depth of Field by @tessetc. This fic is at the same time heartbreaking and heartwarming, taking you through Dean and Cas's incredible love story that reaches through time. This was a super interesting pick for me because about 5 years ago I participated in my very first big bang (for a different fandom) and the fic was also a time travel story that leads the main character to make some very difficult choices, so five years and I think more than 10 big bangs later, it felt a bit like coming full circle. This is also my first fest featuring all digital art! Make sure to read under the cut to see the unedited versions of the "photos."

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Dean, a professional photographer, is taking photos at the Fourth of July parade when he spots an old man with striking blue eyes across the street. Dean follows him, but before they can speak, the man falls down and dies with his hand in Dean’s. Dean feels responsible, and seeks to learn more about the old man, retired doctor Castiel Novak. Dean discovers that Castiel once owned Dean’s house, and comes to find an old camera amongst his things. When he takes his own portrait, it sends him hurtling back fifty years to 1962 where he meets a young, handsome, Cas. They can’t help falling for each other. But Dean can’t stay in 1962. His connection with his brother, Sam, pulls him back to 2012. Determined to see Cas, he uses the camera to return, but each time he travels to the past, it takes a greater toll on his body. Eventually, in order to stay with the man he loves, he has to make a heartbreaking choice.

[Image ID: Banner with the title "DEPTH OF FIELD" in a red, retro style font. Underneath are two blocks of text that say "Story by TessEtc" and "Art by girlinthemirrorbluenight." To the left of the text is a cutout image of a Pentax camera. The background is a cream color with yellow, red, and teal stripes. /.End ID]

[Image ID: Digital drawing of two vintage photographs on a brown background. The photograph on the left features Dean Winchester drinking out of an orange mug covering most of his face. His hair is messy and he is draped in a blue blanket. The background is a vintage 60s-style vertical striped wallpaper in shades of yellow and orange. The photograph on the right features Castiel in a white t-shirt with a green floral towel draped over his shoulder. He is holding a spatula and looking over his shoulder at the camera. He is standing in a 1960s kitchen with the same orange and yellow wallpaper as the other picture. /.End ID]

[Image ID: Digital drawing of a vintage photograph of Dean and Castiel. Dean is sitting up on a bed leaning over to kiss Castiel on the cheek. He is wearing a white t-shirt and looks pale and thin. Castiel is standing next to the bed wearing a blue button up shirt and black pants and half-smiling at the camera. The room they are in is painted green with brown wooden flooring. The bedsheets and pillows aare also in different shades of green with a wooden headboard. In the background is a small bookshelf mounted to the wall and a potted houseplant. Dean is holding up a sign that says "Dean W B 1979, Castiel N B 1930, March 17 1963 IN LOVE." /.End ID]

Here are the two unedited versions of the photographs. I added filters to the colors and contrast of each image, giving them a more washed out, yellow look, then added a soft noise filter to give the drawings that vintage photo quality.

[ennaku-sirri-da]

I’m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,

I’m as giddy as a baby on a swing.

I haven’t seen a crocus or a rosebud

Or a robin on the wing,

But I feel so gay—in a melancholy way—

That it might as well be spring…

It might as well be spring.

[ ID: Traditional art that has been colored and edited digitally, featuring Kamal Bora and Dr.Habit from Smile For Me the game.

In the artists interpretation Kamal as a kid is much shorter than Habit. He has short straight hair. He wears a oversized dark purple sweater. Then he has a frilly red skirt which sparkles. Ending with light blue socks and pink crocs. Blue-magneta headphones are worn.

Here Habit is a really tall kid. He has a muppet-like appearance with yellow-greenish fur, very long rose-pink curly hair, pink blushing cheek patches with three freckles, ears stuffed with cotton fluff , deep red nails. His eyes are orange, circled below by red ruffles and have some pale purple eyeshadow. He wears a teal buttoned shirt with wavy darker pants that have yet darker stripes on them. Basically it's Kamal’s outfit from the game. His feet are bare.

We are viewing them from above. Kamal is braiding lillies of various colors and shapes- multicolored, freckled, painted- into Habit's huge hair, now he's at the end of it. He sits with folded legs. Besides Habit's ear lies a Tooth Lily. Habit lays his head back, supported by hands on the ground, and looks at the viewer with a devilish smile-a glint in his eye, one blue snaggletooth showing. His feet are thrown about casually. Between them lies a half-open book titled 'Science Of Constipation' in loud colors and fonts. It shows a page titled 'Importance of taking a dump by Bob Smith' that has been absolutely vandalized by Habit. Bob Smith's photo now sports a hat, devil horns and a mustache. ' Preface' has been struck out and replaced with 'Peeface'. Skull, flowers, star, eyes, and a silly emote with its tongue out have been doodled with a red sketch which lies nearby.

Nature surrounds them. Most of it is springtime flowers that can be found in Boston, USA. Daffodils, crocuses, peonies, roses, azaleas, pansies, tulips, black-eyed susans, trailing arbutus. Among this lush greenery- snails, ladybugs can be seen underneath while dragonflies, butterflies, bees fly above. Some young black sheep graze. One looks ahead, with a white heart-marking on its head. Beside Habit's left leg is a large light orange-brown rabbit, curled up and sleeping. Somewhere among the flowers are two small white red-eyed rabbits nuzzling.

To the far right swaying bushes of cattail grow. Beside them is a clear stream running, host to a male and female mallard duck leading their ducklings, bladderworts, white waterlilies with their pads. Among these waterlilies, a brown frog and tadpoles in various stages of life can be spotted. One duckling catches a tadpole in its beak. To the very front are Habit and Kamal's paper boats engaged in a race-- Kamal appears to be winning. One is pink and crumply, heavily decorated, a submerged tag attached to it reads ' B.H'. The other is neat and streamlined with a little teal flagpole announcing it as 'KB'.

The first version of the drawing is overlaid with a very warm orange filter, the second is unedited. End ID]

Talk below the cut!

PLEASE LOOK AT THIS I WORKED ON IT FOR MONTHS NO JOKE THIS IS MY CHILD WHOM I WAS PREGNANT WITH AND NOW I HAVE PAINSTAKINGLY BIRTHED AND CLEANED HIM FOR ALL OF TUMBLR TO SEE

[ Plain text: Please look at this I worked on it for months no joke this is my child whom I was pregnant with and now I have painstakingly birthed and cleaned him for all of tumblr to see]

🥸[ Glasses-and-moustache silly disguise emoji ]

aNYWAY this is part of a series of drawings where Habit and Kamal are just playing as kids really LOL

I listened to Vashti Bunyan's 'Just Another Diamond Day' album a LOT while coloring and drawing this HAHA also some vintage springtime songs! They were so lovely!!!

This also taught me a lesson to plan out my drawings more I guess but also WITNESS THIS BEAUTIFUL CHAOS AND MAY YOUR HEART BE OPENED TO ALL THE JOYOUS POSSIBILITIES MY FRIEND

[ Plain text: Witness this beautiful chaos and may your heart be opened to all the joyous possibilities my friend]

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A stranger would not have noticed the change, but Molly could see that the withered earth was brightening with a greenness as shy as smoke. Squat, snaggly trees that had never yet bloomed were putting forth flowers in the wary way an army sends out scouts; long-dry streams were beginning to rustle in their beds, and small creatures were calling to one another. Smells slipped by in ribbons: pale grass and black mud, honey and walnuts, mint and hay and rotting applewood; and even the afternoon sunlight had a tender, sneezy scent that Molly would have known anywhere. She rode beside Schmendrick, watching the gentle advent of the spring and thinking of how it had come to her, late but lasting.

"Unicorns have passed here," she whispered to the magician. "Is that the cause, or is it Haggard's fall and the Red Bull's going? What is it, what is happening?"

"Everything," he answered her, "everything, all at once. It is not one springtime, but fifty; and not one or two great terrors flown away, but a thousand small shadows lifted from the land.

Wait and see."

-- From The Last Unicorn by Peter Beagle

:-) [ smile emote ]

[fowardfashionfindz]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: 45cts Ethiopian Crystal Rough Specimen Rough.

[valleincognita]

Laura "Purge Mask" Loomer: Fact or Fiction?

The image below is of far-right figure Laura Loomer, most known for her egregiously racist, homophobic, and generally bigoted viewpoints. She, like many of her kind, like to spread misinformation on the internet to incense all kinds of people online. This time around, she is the focus of some false information herself. The picture below has been spread around on Twitter and Threads, with the most common jab attached to it being that Loomer looks like a mask from The Purge movie franchise.

Notice anything wrong with her face? Perhaps the sheen on her skin or the cement-filled cheeks give you a clue. If it's not obvious enough, the image is edited. Someone has essentially exaggerated Loomer's surgical "enhancements" to make fun of her online, which is nothing short of ironic. But, for the sake of the assignment and to promote truthful internet correspondence, let's try to find the original image.

A quick little Google image search garners many results, mostly from Reddit as pictured, but the rightmost result on the initial page is interesting. It leads us to this tweet, which claims that the attached image is the original. Here is this alleged original photo, as posted by Twitter/X user @/krassenstein.

Note how Loomer's facial features are less exaggerated, with her makeup looking less cakey and greasy like the edited image. She looks a bit paler too, not so orange anymore. Another big difference is the boy she's standing next to. That's right, a boy and not a very short man. As to who the edited version is supposed to refer to, I don't know. The guy looks a little like every right-wing Twitch streamer type, so maybe that was the point. The poster, Brian Krassenstein, claims that this picture was posted by a parent online to commemorate the meeting between the parent's son and Loomer. He makes the usual tepid centrist point of "making fun of people is mean even if they suck", which is all well and good on paper (perhaps see: the paradox of tolerance). Regardless, let's reverse image search the unedited image and see if we can corroborate Brian Krassenstein's claims.

Once again, there are many results to sift through (thank you Twitter users for being so catty), but one tweet led me to the original tweet. The bottom result (this tweet) is a quote tweet, which is essentially a repost plus a comment. What did user @/Viriconia repost? Why this tweet, of course. Click here to view it in its full glory. It was posted July 15, 2023, 2 days before @/Viriconia's tweet and 3 before Krassenstein's. I personally can't find any earlier renditions of it either, so I think it's safe to assume it's the real deal.

Unsurprisingly, the original poster is a major right wing nut, for lack of a better term. Twitter/X user @/americasgreat spreads inflammatory "articles", makes bold claims such as "our country is led by pedophiles", and is all around unpleasant.

So essentially, Loomer and the people who seemingly endorse her are definitively ugly in mind. Whether you find them ugly in the flesh sense is another thing, but that's neither here nor there. The point is, not even the devout subscribers of misinformation are immune to a little bit of internet trolling. Yes, Loomer is grotesque morally, ethically, and intellectually, but no, she does not actually look like a Purge mask bar for bar.

[black--glove]

*these photos are UNEDITED*

I took these pics at one of our local cemeteries yesterday afternoon. we saw that this particular gentleman's recently dug grave had partially collapsed from the rain, so my son took it upon himself to stand the flower display back up as it had fallen over on the grass. you can see his hand and foot in the upper left corner as he reaches for the stand. the man's interment date was june 20th of this year; just a few weeks ago.

I took several photos. near the southern fence mourners had placed many interesting items in remembrance of loved ones. one child's grave was scattered with small toys and statues of angels. nearby, another featured a peeling birdhouse and battered wind chimes. further down, someone had affixed a cast iron horse head to a tree overlooking a teenage girl's final resting place.

the second picture is of a large roll of heavily rusted barbed wire leaning against the corner of the fence. I thought it was interesting so I casually snapped a picture before heading towards the car.

as we walked around the cemetery, and I told my son stories of some of the people I had known in life that were laid to rest there. I didn't see the orange streaks until we got home, and when i did i couldn't believe my eyes. some people say that ghostly orange streaks in photos are caused by a friendly, joyful spirit; someone who in life was a light to others and in death may feel a connection to you and wants to make their presence known.

to me, visiting a cemetery is a wonderful way to honor those that have gone on before us. we tell stories, admire headstones and decorations, and speak to them as friends. this time, it looks like we made a new one :)

[hydrangeyes]

Homage

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

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Edit Nov.8.2023: I was cooking with this one, to bad I was satisfied with the appetizer lol

A jujutsu Kaisen fic I’m making for myself, inuyasha vibes featuring ex sukuna and Gojo the brat, relationships still up in the air, male reader specifically

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Chapter 1: Someone wrote this song before

It wasn’t raining that day. No, it was hot and sunny. There was even a nice breeze every now and then. The smell of the woods and the sounds of cicada, that wide grin you use to find charming. It was the only thing your senses could pick up. Smell, sound, sight. Was this his plan all along?

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Orange blossom park was a rather large and popular. Many come to sightsee and pay homage to its lucky tree. The rumor has it where anyone brave enough to touch the tree and greet it then apologize, you would without a doubt be granted your deepest desire. 

A weird rumor and one with just as odd of steps but, it hasn’t been disproven yet.

Of course, mainly lovers or anyone who really just wanted some form of luck actually went about doing this. Others came because the tree truly was beautiful and was the perfect spot for photos.

And today was just the perfect day to visit. The trees’ flowers were in full bloom, the area smelt amazing, and well, who wouldn’t at least pass by for lunch or just a quick relaxing sit-down. 

It’s too bad you were waking up today,

The park’s ground rumbled and began to tremble. A bit of a surprise but no one really started to panic until the trembling became a quake. The ground shattered and burst, roots shot out from each crack. 

All hell broke loose as others tried to make it out of the park and away while others were caught on the roots or falling into the gaps.

One after the other the tree’s roots lashed out trying to raise the tree itself but it was struggling. So after a little more, it stopped. 

The park was a wreck, those who slipped in the gaps eventually came out unharmed….It was written off as a very strange earthquake. After all, the park area was the only one affected.

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 A good 20-minute bus ride away Yuji Itadori stopped mid-talking a he felt a wave of energy run through him. Inside he can also feel sukuna standing attention. He couldn’t help but ignore his friends as his focus went to the sounds of soft crying and the feeling of sukuna getting restless.

Nobara and Fushiguro watched as he zoned out mid-talking. The three of them were lucky enough to have lunch breaks around the same time. 

And usually, Itadori was talking up a storm about a class or two, so hearing the chatter suddenly stop? It was weird. “Hey, idiot at least finish your sentence before ignoring us!” Nobara huffs, giving Itadori a sharp jab on the chest which seemed to snap him out of it.

“Ah! Sorry sorry, I just…thought I heard someone crying? I even felt something weird..” He mumbles rubbing the back of his neck trailing off. Nobara and Fushiguro glanced at each other then a bit more seriously at Itadori. 

“Is Sukuna fucking with you?” Nobara asks glaring at his cheek. But before Itadori could answer a familiar mouth pops up on his cheek. “Shut it brat, this time it’s not me…It’s something all of you should keep an ear out for and avoid.”

Hearing the lack of taunt and condescending tones in his voice set everyone on edge. What was it that Itadori sensed to make Sukuna wary?

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Short one short one short one, But hey this is pretty self indulgent, Sorry y/n that you don’t appear for a hot minute lol, pretty unedited

[sunnydeck25]

Photography in London Weekly Blog 3- 10/17/23

The different lighting affects the tone in these photos. In the middle right photo, I used a direct front-facing light. This method allows for the most transparent view of the orange and provides the most natural shadows. The bottom left photo is lit from below the orange, I think that this lighting doesn't do anything for the photo it; it does give it that typical ghost story effect, but I believe that the picture looks strange because the shadows distort the image too much. The bottom right photo is taken with natural light (no iPhone flashlight). This photo is plain and doesn't look as saturated and clear as the top right photo with direct sunlight. This reminded me a lot of how photographers use big lights to take professional pictures and make customers look more attractive and glowy with natural light. The top left photo is taken with light coming from the left of the orange. This one looks a little creepy; its almost as if half of someone's face was in the darkness, but this is still a pretty way to photograph. However, in the middle left photo, the light is coming from the right, and this looks a little friendlier and less ominous. Finally, the top right image has lighting from above the orange. This allows for a good photo. Photos always look best when they are lit properly. This photo is lit nicely and is almost as positive and artificial looking as the middle right (straight on light), but the straight on light is best as it is the clearest.

In the Gallery:

Nothing but a Curtain (2021)

I think this image was achieved through a 100mm camera because those are the most suitable for portraits. I think the camera used for this photo has an f/2.8 lens aperture because there is so much light in the photo and its small depth of field. The woman is the only thing in focus in this photo, which means there is a small depth of field. The point of view the photographer uses in this photo is very interesting. Zula gets very close to her subject and shoots her head on, which makes the photo very personal. I also enjoy the use of natural light in this photo and how it allows the photo to seem more "real" and unedited. When looking at this photo, I noted the use of shapes and lines. Like most photos we explored, I noticed a triangle that drew my eyes in. I also like how Zula centered the woman at the center of the piece, which is the most aesthetically pleasing.

The Series:

This is a photographic series of different women from what used to be the Soviet Union. This photographic series is about 104 people across the Eastern Bloc and their experiences of gender and womanhood. Zula has made many technical choices, including using a Soviet-made Kiev-80 camera and similar tones throughout the exhibit. Zula uses cool natural tones to develop a cohesive mood of regrowth and understanding post-Cold War. The use of similar tones really brought the whole exhibit together. This exhibit had no captions, which was interesting and different. Though initially confused, I liked how much room for interpretation Zula gave the viewer. It was nice to come up with my own conclusions and then be able to read the background information that was given on a poster on the wall.

[aestheticmessinpictures]

Hey, so I’m back to post a few things! Sorry I’ve been inactive. My brain hyperfixates on subjects and/or hobbies, and then I forget about the vast majority of things unrelated to my current hyperfixation(s).

It’s the ADHD, honestly.

The first photo is one I took a couple weeks ago, due to the air quality being so bad. The second one was a few days later; the air cleared enough to remove the smog, but the sun was still tinted reddish-orange. At least it was pretty?

And again with the poor air quality… this is today’s view of the pond. All three of the photos in this post are unedited. (;–;)

[libraford]

Photos are from 2021, 2022, and 2023- respectively.

First two have some post processing, last one has no editing.

In 2021, I knew nothing. I had a camera and I had a teacher and I had something to prove but no idea how to prove it. If I could show you the unedited photo forum 2021... youd understand. Didnt know much about exposure or white balance. I think I did this on action shot preset.

2022, I know more about exposure and white balance. I overcompensated with white balance in post, so all the photos from that event look garishly blue. I got an understanding of shutter speed now, but the fire is overexposed. I was focused on capturing motion, not necessarily making the fire look natural.

2023, I'm still not perfect and I think I would improve matters with a camera with better iso capability. But that fire has these beautiful orange trails that capture the mood. So my problem was that I was treating the fire props as objects alone and not as objects AND as a light source. Shoot fast and dark- it's not about the fire, it's about the dancer.

Anyways, I like doing this show because it was one of my first attempts as an action photographer, which makes it a good litmus test for where I came from vs where I have left to go.

You get better at something by doing it.

I'm getting better at photographing fire performances, so that's dope

[jungjoobunny]

yang jun il aka the lost kpop star aka the g-dragon of the 80s was here today where i live

my roommate and i had to get a peek so we did what most 30 year olds with stable meaningful above average lives would do.. casually stroll onto set for a pic

[psychic-sabotage]

But the sky is always so pretty when someone dies.

📍 St Augustines Church

🗓️ 24/10/2018