week 12 - sun dreams!
As far as I’m concerned, the single most radical change from journal fandom is the idea that fandom is primarily a space for kids.
*shakes cane* in MY day, teen fans pretended to be adults while we walked uphill both ways!
I would just like to take some time to appreciate this shot.
When I first saw it in the books, I didn’t think much on it. However, now that I’ve had some time to mull, I would like to share my thoughts. (Spoilers under the cut, obv.)
Also they are each other’s bench! This one specifically being the comfy soft support that Myne had commissioned just for him!
Such good insights! Two other elements I spot—
1.) he is making at least the lesser version of his headache gesture, which she frequently causes, but they are looking at each other or possibly in a shared direct as they are there, and
2.) it looks like she’s wearing the protective rainbow hair ornament that is definitely not at all even a little bit weird for him to have spent so much time and resources to have created for her in order to protect her in his absence.
It wasn’t at all romantic at this point, but it was intimacy in the sense of being close to chosen family.
Birdz at my feeder!
these guys just can't seem to keep their hands off each other
Me: I don't get it. I thought I was doing a lot better than I was a few years ago. I'm like 10 times more on top of things than I used to be. How does everything feel terrible now?
The Tiny Me in OSHA-approved Hi-Vis Gear Who lives in my brain and pulls all the levers: Boss, it's the fascism. You're completely gunked up with cortisol due to the fact that your entire daily life is now underscored with a haunting awareness of the rapid erosion of your rights, dignity, and any and all social safety nets, and you're also bearing witness to the most vulnerable people immediately being persecuted. This creates a natural stress response that basically means you're going to continue having memory and organizational problems, as well as emotional imbalances.
Me: BUT I HAVE A BULLET JOURNAL AND I MEDITATE NOW.
Tiny OSHA Me: BOSS, THE FASCISM.
severance is crazy bc why am i rooting for a month long work situationship as equally as i am rooting for a four year long marriage in which the love was so great it literally tore one of them in two
Because we know everything about the monthlong situationship, all along the path from meeting to care, but we have only the cliffnotes version of the marriage.
I wish I knew more about Gemma than 1.) she was a professor who read one book, 2.) she wanted to have a baby but couldn’t, and 3.) she was locked in a basement. She’s charming, she’s cool, she hit a guy with a chair. But I can’t root for the hazy glow of the undead wife over Helly R who we have had so much time with as an active driver in the story.
i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: what we want is for these things to be run like a HOUSEHOLD… a home. A household still has a budget and an income and resources to manage; all the moving parts are the same but the focus is different.
a business will let every person in it die a terrible death if it makes the business profit. A household will spend it’s last dollar to keep the people in it safe and healthy.
A household will use money as a resource to add value to the lives of the people in the household. A business will use people as a resource to add monetary value to the business
We don’t want a government run like a business, we want a country run like a household. Because we live here.
Watching the Severance finale, I was sad for Gemma but happy for Mark S in choosing to fight for his own right to exist and have happiness.
What worries me is that we don’t know what Cobel’s endgame is. She created this technology, for reasons we don’t fully understand. She dug the chip out of Petey’s head at his funeral, and once the data was analyzed, made the chip into a necklace. She seemingly has a vendetta against Lumon for stealing her ideas and freezing her out of the implementation.
And now Gemma, carrying the most cutting edge of Lumon’s research in her head, will be in Cobel’s hands with only Devon to protect her.
I will continue stitching colour wheels until I am stopped. Blackwork embroidery on 14-count Aida.
This one uses just seven thread colours (six for the fills, plus white for outlines). Each section has a 3-part gradient on a bit of a curve, which was a bit different to design, but no harder to stitch than my earlier 2-part gradients.
Pattern here (my site) or here (Etsy).
Heavy Ascendance of a Bookworm Hannelore’s Fifth Year midpoint spoilers…
Rozemyne: I have no romantic feelings toward Ferdinand at all. We are purely a platonic partnership of convenience.
Also Rozemyne: Which Aub do I have to overthrow to save him?
Also Rozemyne: Which Zent do I have to install as a puppet to make sure we can be together?
Also Rozemyne: How many decades of my life do I need to give him so we never have to be apart?
As my sweetie added:
THEY ARE CO-OWNERS OF A LIBRARY
Heavy Ascendance of a Bookworm Hannelore’s Fifth Year midpoint spoilers…
Rozemyne: I have no romantic feelings toward Ferdinand at all. We are purely a platonic partnership of convenience.
Also Rozemyne: Which Aub do I have to overthrow to save him?
Also Rozemyne: Which Zent do I have to install as a puppet to make sure we can be together?
Also Rozemyne: How many decades of my life do I need to give him so we never have to be apart?
I don't know where it came from, but several years ago this idea popped into my head unbidden, and for some reason it tickles me. I don't know if it's funny, but I like it and I made it into a zine, I hope you enjoy it.
It lays out really nicely as 3-up spreads on A4 paper, so you can print, staple and fold it, then cut it into 3 zines. It made it really easy to print up 20 of them to trade at this art social thing I went to
micron, rotring and sharpie on printer paper, coloured and screentoned digitally, 2024
This is magnificent and I love it.
All this discourse over who does "painting with light"
Hiroshi Nagai's paintings need sunglasses to look at.
They look like how it feels to walk across a parking lot on a 98° summer day without a speck of shade in sight.
They look like heaven but also like you'd burn your bare feet on the ground.
Even when you can see shade you know it's not enough and the minute you step out you'll be burnt to a crisp like a vampire.