#what shit like this and the painter are trying to achieve is simple shock. and that's FUN.

[the-acid-pear]

The thing about the painter analog that people don't get and makes them hate it is that at heart this isn't a serious horror story. This is pure gore not only for the sake of gore but for the sake of camp. Once I was talking of to my dad laughing at the guy who had his face sanded off and he was like yeah not new they did that in Jason already 🙄 which was later reinforced by UrbanSpook admitting this is inspired by those old 80s slasher which should tell you everything.

I'm saying this bc i saw a video pairing it with Playground and the incest game and while I don't know the second I watched a video on playground once and the difference is that that book is trying to tell a story and say something on top of the gore but the later makes it hard to care. Which is kind of the issue another "gone too far" piece of media my beloved A Serbian Film runs into where you cannot take yourself too seriously if you also want to show over the top violence or you'll lose the audience.

OF COURSE there are exceptions like Hostel, Saw and 😏 the human centipede ☺️ (cocksucker for that movie and it's more serious points, though it barely counts bc the gore is very tame save for in 2) and I couldn't exactly tell you what's the difference between what makes them work and what doesn't but still.

But I'm getting off topic I'm not here to say which media is good or not I'm here to point out the painter is not a serious story that asks you to care for the characters it's a over the top schlocky gore that asks you to go GROOOOSS or laugh at the over the top brutality it presents. Which is very standard in horror.

[liscttc]

“I’ve always loved the female form. There’s something about it that just begs me to grab a pencil and draw for it. Men’s Fashion was so foreign to me. But I’m really happy about this collection” 

- Lisette about the new Men’s line in her fashion label, pâquerette 

20.06.2021

Like this post to plot pls✌️

&&. is that ( danielle galligan )?? no, it’s just ( lisette margarite d’orleans ). she is the ( princess ) of ( france ). she is ( 31 ) years old and her birthday is the ( 21th ) of ( november ) which makes her a ( scorpio ).  she is ( charming & affable ) and ( decadent & loyal ) but, unfortunately, also ( self-righteous & cynical ). those traits just make her a ( hufflepuff ) and in scientific terms an ( esfj-t ). she is a ( closeted lesbian ) and the plaza’s ( phoenix ).  her theme song is ( south ) by ( sleeping at last ). her interests include ( fashion & photography ). she is a ( roman catholic ) and a supporter of ( alliance royale ). her quirk is ( she bites her knuckles while she’s thinking ) and favourite quote is ( “prouver que j’ai raison serait accorder que je puis avoir tort.” ) which translated means ( “proving that I am right would be admitting that I could be wrong.” ) by ( pierre de beaumarchais ) because ( it’s the #frenchway ). last but not least she ( doesn’t ) believe in true love.

BASICS:

François younger sister

Arnauld’s, Giselle‘s & Henri’s Cousin

Mimi’s cousin

Stella’s ex girlfriend (Rip)

TLDR: Spanish Lis and French Lis combined to create a Lis who doesn’t give 2 shits about politics. She also owns a fashion brand. She’s here cause Stella is fuNDING THE WAR. 

BIO:

Lisette D’Orleans was a horrible little girl. With a name that gave her most things in life and a seizable bank account that could buy all else. Because of this there was very little to bind her to normal life and it became too easy to ignore the suffering of those around her. She was nice, and well behaved, with a perfect smile always on her lips and a decent enough attitude, but cold and unconcerned with things that didn’t impact her specifically. It wasn’t so much that there hadn’t been attempts to get the young princess interested in the more political or humanitarian side of her title. But ever since she could understand them she found ways to excuse herself from those ‘awful conversations’. 

Instead she developed a taste for wine, music and good company. Her appearance at parties from a young age was renowned. But she wasn’t a wild teenager, not for the world to see at least. Seeing the princess drunk or in any way disheveled was a rare sight, even unflattering photos of her in general were virtually nonexistent. Anything that involved her image was carefully planned, controlled, like a painter with a brush showing only what she wishes you to see. 

The daughter of Prince Fabrice, the younger brother of the King of France, afforded her moderate media attention from a young age, especially in France. However her distance from the throne afforded her much more freedom than her cousins, and even her older brother François. Having dipped her toes for the first time in the fashion world at age 14, with a collaborative children's collection with the Spanish brand Massimo Dutti, the young princesses interest in the area only increased, leading to more collaborations with other brands over her teenage years.

Her move to fashion was one of genuine interest and passion, for colors and patterns and all things that could bring out the most hidden parts of people. But the more she delved into it the more it became another project, something to excel at and make perfect. Getting her own brand wasn’t hard, not even close to hard enough to even mention in her opinion. She had top designers' phone numbers since her teenage years. But she still wanted to work at it. Make it perfect and unquestionably hers. Any personal relationships that suffered from coming second to her job were simply not necessary. 

In 2010 she graduated with a undergraduate degree in Economics from université psl, enrolling in the Institut européen d'administration des affaires for a business masters. At the same time she restarted her collaborations from her youth, having a very popular collection with Channel in Spring 2011.

She officially launched pâquerette with a woman’s autumn/winter collection in 2012 achieving medium commercial success. Over the years the brand has grown, now counting with stores in most european capitals, as well as recurrent appearances at fashion week. The first expansion to the brand came with the collaboration with Laurence Dacade in 2015 in a shoe collection to match both their spring/summer and autumn/winter collections. This was repeated again last year. In 2018 it launched it’s very first children’s collection and now, it’s expanding once more to Men’s Wear.

All this professional success didn’t come cheap. Publicly she’s known as someone with no time for relationships, her record of past flings in the public eye so sparse some have ventured to call her coldhearted. Not that this is much different in private, Lisette’s relationships are few and far between, but she often enjoys company of the female variety.  The news of her first girlfriend then came as quite a shock for all those who were made aware of it. In true Lisette fashion she simply brought her to one of the various family only events. It wasn’t so much that she was trying to be intentionally disagreeable but her goal set mind found it the most simple and productive way of making everyone aware. The secret is kept to the family and a few close friends mostly because most of her life is kept off public view.

[the-chronicles-of-homo-sapiens]

Why am I still Having a Hard Time with Feeling Like Graduation is Important?

Is it expected for the master painter to be impressed when he creates a simple and non-challenging work? Should the master of debate be impressed with dominating a debate with a high schooler or the master chess player be proud of championing over the amateur? If nobody would be shocked with Valentino Rossi (considered the god of MotoGP racing) being able to drag knee at a local track day, why should anybody be impressed with me as an AP student graduating high school?

              Look, I’m not saying that I’m not somewhat proud of my achievement, if one can call it that, but what I do feel proud of has nothing to do with high school as an institution. Yes, I am proud that I could see how integral calculus applies to real-world scenarios. I do somewhat find my ability to see how the pulling of union troops from the south and prematurely ending reconstruction following the civil war led to Jim Crow rising in the South. Obviously realizing how events in World War Two such as Japan’s Rape of Nanking impacts the tension between Chinese and Japanese people today or how the provisions within the Treaty of Versailles led to Hitler’s rise to power in Germany (as well as the rise of BMW motorcycles and cars as they exist today) is something few high school sophomores could grasp. However, I don’t see my diploma as that. I can’t honestly say that I feel I even earned it; honestly, the American high school diploma may as well be considered a constitutional right at this point.

              Can you really say that it’s an achievement to be awarded something that everyone has too? I understand that my GPA is well-above a 4.0, but what’s that matter if the jackoff in the seat next to me slept through class half the time, nearly never gave an effort, and was a C and D student? Having been to a graduation ceremony, I know that they try to make it out like everyone is accomplishing something big. Really? How is it that my struggles in high school were the same as the person next to me, or three rows behind me, or so on and so forth? No, I reject this theory. For many, high school was just a passive thing, perhaps even one actively resisted. For some, it was more difficult than for me. But given the roughly 80% graduation rate of last year, I don’t know if it’s all that special.

              Back to me for another minute here. Would one rather ride a slow bike fast or a fast bike slow? The experienced rider always picks the former. Why? Because to do such a thing is a challenge and an achievement, but to stick a BMW S1000rr or a CBR 1000rr on a highway at 65mph is not. To an extent, I feel like that was much of my high school experience. Go there, sit down, shut up, and do the work. Hell, I don’t know that I ever had a major point where I was worried that I wouldn’t pass a class. I look at high school and my experience with it and feel like I’m John from Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World. Within the novel, a nanny-state that is totalitarian in nature keeps power by socially engineering castes of people based on intelligence via artificial breeding and birthing, encouraging sexual promiscuity, distributing drugs, and the like. Effectively, the state has created perfect stability; there is no need for any struggle. John, a savage from outside the society at one point proclaims, “ I want justice, I want good, I want evil, I want Sin…” The world controller he is with retorts by saying, “ You are in a sense proclaiming the right to be unhappy.” John then responds, “I claim them all.” I look at high school and I’m not even sure I earned my diploma; even if one does put in solid effort, can one say it matters when the bar for success is set so low?

              And on the topic of claiming them all and questioning whether or not you’ve earned something, why does everyone feel obligated to give me a graduation present or money? When you get a paycheck from your job, if you’re a good employee you never question if you deserve the money you’re receiving. Why? Because you know damn-well you’ve earned it. I look at those who have already made it clear that I’m getting a graduation gift and I question why I’m even getting one. I’ve provided no service for them, done no deed for them, and truthfully not worked all that hard. So, why then are they giving me shit? I honestly find it slightly suspect. Are they using me to jack themselves off and gratify their own existence? If so, they can shove that money up their ass. I’m not here to let them live vicariously through me; there’s a fucking reason I’m not the starting quarterback. Are they doing it because it’s what’s socially acceptable? Look, they’re my family and they love me; I get that. But, there’s something nongenuine about giving sums of money in excess of $500 dollars[1]. I don’t know, it feels like this is turning a private victory or achievement into a public spectacle that I didn’t ask for. I think part of it may actually be a ploy by the high school graduation industry. When we had the salesman for the company that does our caps and gowns come talk to us, he started talking about graduation presents and gifts. I told him flat-out that the word for that is called bribery; he responded that’s exactly what it was. How in the fuck is bribery okay in this instance.?!

              And, if this really is my big achievement, should I not have the right to not celebrate it. My grandmother was less than amused when I told her I wasn’t participating in the graduation ceremony. She gave the whole rundown of how my family would feel and how it’s disrespectful to teachers, etc,etc. Look, if it’s not my achievement, fucking say it. Admit that you’re an authoritarian prick and that I just need to shut up and take the dick up my ass of letting graduation be a big deal. But if it’s not, let me do as I please. I would rather be sitting on a riverbank with a couple of friends and a fishing pole than listening to my principal who doesn’t give a shit about me talk about his philosophy of life. I feel like Stan Marsh in the episode of South Park on voting where he says that it doesn’t make sense to vote if his choices are between a turd sandwich and a giant douche. I feel it’s quite relatable to my situation here. It’s my achievement and it’s a big grand thing…unless I don’t want it to be. In which case, I’m just an asshole and need to shut up because it’s not about me (my current stepdad had literally said that to me in eighth grade when I first said I wasn’t interested in High school graduation).  

              Look, I’m trying to figure out why this irks me and disturbs me so much. Maybe there’s something inside me that is being upset by this, and maybe there isn’t. I wish I felt like this was a big deal, I really do, but I don’t. There were things in high school that I am proud of myself for doing, but I don’t feel my diploma reflects those things; I’m a critical thinker and a free thinker, no piece of paper could ever internalize that for me—it’s something I’ve already done and that only I can do. Even when it comes to celebrating it, I would rather it be sitting around a campfire with a couple of friends being dumbass teenage boys. I would rather it be out on a motorcycle ride with those in my family who also ride. The last way I want to celebrate it is by shaking the hands of a bunch of school board members who’ve passed policies that I genuinely feel were massive middle fingers to those in the school who are academically-concerned. I honestly just don’t get the point. I look at high school and graduation, and I guess I don’t feel like I had much purpose for it. To quote Eminem: “And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it. I spent so much energy on it honestly I’m exhausted.” I’m looking at it going, “What for”. I guess I’m at a loss.

[1] That amount is based on a conversation between me and my grandfather. He said that just the money I would receive from them is enough for a set of high-end aftermarket lights for my motorcycle. These lights start, start, at around 800 dollars.

[brighthairdarkliquor-blog]

Meet Bre!  

A Program Coordinator at the Princeton Senior Center by Day

A Personal Style + Mental Health Blogger by Night.

Hello DearYouFromBre

But wait there’s more..

She rocks Vibrant Bright Hair in the Office Space, Wild Right?! Not..

Bre clocks into her good ‘ol 9-5 daily and then her  5 - midnight. Focus on building her own brand and what makes her happy outside of getting a paycheck, all while rocking Vibrant Galaxy Hair Colors  

When Did You Start Coloring Your Hair?

[B] One Year Ago

What Colors Have You Experimented With?

[B] I started with little highlights and ombre with light brown, which I thought was kind of trash. So I decided to switch to my hairstylist now. Then we started experimenting with fantasy colors with strips of green. I would flip my hair around and I realized it wasn’t enough. We added more strips of blue for the next four months, and I still wasn’t satisfied. I sent five simple words to my hairstylist:

“I am ready to commit”

Since that day I have been Blue, Green, Teal and now I am Purple which will fade into a lilac.

How Do you Decide What Colors to Experiment With Next?

[B] I Don’t! [Chuckles] She [Hairstylist] Does What She Wants, as long as she is able to maintain the strength of my hair.

What if She Says Bright Pink?

[B] Nah Dog, She has other colors. She knows what colors I do not like, Pink and Yellow are a No for me

What gave you the courage to just do it?

[B] Honestly, I just woke and said fuck it. I knew if I asked my job for permission they would say Nah. So I just came to work, said “Hey Boss!” She looked at me and said “Huh, Ok”.

Have you ever discussed your hair with your boss?

[B] I never had a conversation with my Boss, but I have overhead her telling people how much she loves it. The best part about it is that my performance isn’t affected so I can’t be fired and if I am fired it would look bad on my boss. Plus I am the only black person in the office.

What Continues to give you the courage?

[B] I think that Hair Colors has become a part of me. I love shocking people. Like when I hear a “Woah, Cool Hair” from across the street, feels good to have people vibing with me and what I have going on. Hair is the best way to show people who I am without them talking to me.

Fun Fact: I do not like talking to people

Do you ever get Self-Conscious?

[B] Yes, very very much. I am always on the defense! For example, with the purple I walked into a small room and an older gentleman said “Wow”, I knew right from the tone that I was not going to like the rest of the sentence. He followed it up with “How Do You Have A Job?” It was only 8am.

I started questioning myself. Was this a good idea? Should I have dyed my hair this color?

It takes one person to make a negative comment to make you question yourself, which is why I don’t like talking to people….  

Do You Believe it has held you back from opportunities? Or prevent people are not taking you seriously enough?

[B] [Confidently] Yes. I feel protected because of my job now. People love me and they love my hair. I am worried if I want to move on and interview at other places, will people question my craft and dedication because they won’t know how to look past my exterior? It fuels me to thrive to be my own boss, so I make the decision about what job I want to take next.

What is One Major Misconception that People have when they see you?

[B] Assuming I am a Tattoo Artist, Painter or a Photographer. When I say office, it shocks them.

Do I give off that I don’t look like I work in an Office?

[C] How Can I tell with all of the emerging industries in the world what someone may do?

[B] Exactly! I do not know what else I give off besides I am black and I am a woman.

Code-Switching has become a New Hot Topic, Do you ever Code-Switch?

[B] 8am-3:30 pm every Monday - Friday. Walk into Work Doors, Voice Changes, the way I carry myself changes, I shutter every emotion possible. I have to be 10 times better than the person I am outside of work, I have to prove something to someone.

[C] Who is that someone?

[B] That someone is everyone in the center, my boss, coworkers, seniors that come in and out. I am a black female with tattoos, and artistic hair I just want everyone to look past my exterior so they can tell that I am very serious about my job and do it well. My mom always taught me work twice as hard and I have to do that with everything. I constantly remind myself how I am portrayed in public spaces. I find myself editing how I talk, the sound of my voice, is it too loud? If I am upset I do not want to be the “Angry Black Woman” or the “Obnoxious Black Woman”. I am constantly remembering these stereotypes of Black Women, and not to be them, It gets on my fucking nerves.

What is your opinion on Code-Switching?

[B] Part of me wishes that we didn’t have too. If I learned anything from since that asshole was elected, is that I get home and I feel exhausted from pretending. We can shoot the shit and make jokes and talk how I want too, because we understand each other. We grew up in it.

Are you truly happy where you are or are you happy because where you are allows you to be yourself?

[B] I’m happy because where I am allows me to be myself.

Every piece of body art, piercing, colored hair is who I am - and a little slice of freedom of being exactly who I want to be. It serves a purpose has a story, a piece of myself. In the office I wear them proudly it feels amazing. In the summer, my boss won’t bat an eye when she sees my sleeve

Perfect World Perfect Title, What Would you Do?

[B] I really, honestly would travel the world, take photos and build a community that is for marginalized men and women to talk about Mental Health. We don’t have a space. We grew up in a community where we don’t talk about it [Mental Health] enough. We do not openly admit that we struggle. I want to create a space that allows people to be open honest with their real struggles and connect them with Black Therapists or Coping Mechanisms. A place where they can send questions and get open and honest responses. Access to articles of people who have overcome Depression and Anxiety. For them to know that it does not go away but there is a way to deal with it. I openly deal with my Depression, it does not define me it is apart of me.  

What advice or best practices would you advise to your peers and the next generation?

[B] I don’t want to talk about career because it is not my career, I’m destined to achieve more.

Let’s focus on Mental Health. Talk. Do not keep everything locked inside. No one can truly understand what I was going through . I was pretending to be happy everyday, I was keeping up a facade. There were times at home it was really dark and I don’t know if I can get to the other side.

Take Away Shame. Sit and Write A Mental Health piece. Leave the emotions in the computer, feel a little lighter, keep writing or pick up the phone and call someone. Allowing yourself to understand this is happening and it’s ok. No shame in the struggle and you don’t have to hide it.

No one can use it against me because I’m already open to talking about it. The last piece of advice would be in highschool, I tried to kill myself in a moment of weakness. I was dancing with the thought of whether or not the world would be better without me. I want others who find themselves in a dark room to have the strength to pick up the phone and call the hotline. When it hurst and you don’t know why or if it’ll be better, allow someone in and allow yourself to heal.

You will be healing for the rest of your life, incorporating methods and practices to deal with the pain even if you think you can’t. You don’t ever have to be that low and feel that low, Call A Hotline, A Friend or Parent. Let someone in. You are more loved than you can imagine. If you allow someone to love a piece of you, even if it’s ugly or broken, you grow. Allow people into your head.

I know that being me some days fucking sucks, but allowing to be showered with love and take that into yourself, it will be okay. I write and go to bed and tell myself tomorrow is going to be different.  And most times, it is.

There’s a new shift of Owning One’s Truth and Being Unapologetic.

How would you describe yourself?

What legacy do you want to create?  

[B] I tried my best in everything I did.

I am unapologetically depressed and anxious.  

But I’m me. I own all of that and I don’t give a shit what people say about it.

I don’t care if someone calls me crazy, because some days I am. I wake up everyday trying to be better than the day before. I will never stop talking about my truth. I don’t care if people are annoyed by it or think it’s too open.

I know I’m helping someone out there and that’s what matters most to me.  

What is your Why?

[B] Because i want to live, easy and straightforward and honest. Everyday I want to live really badly. I want to see what’s on the other side of the darkness and I know it gets better. I remind myself when I wake, I can be standing next to my kid, see life in front of me. I have to keep living to get there and I want too. A couple of years ago, I didn’t. I have to keep living for that kid that didn’t want too.