#Fool Me Twice

[socialbutterfly19]

I have a very overactive mind. If I first don’t catch it eventually I will

[milkcricket]

they gotta take out what ever it is they are putting into depresses suicidal French cops i cant be doing this any more, they get me every time

[reconcavo]

Fool Me Twice - Sarah Bahbah

[typosandtea]

Falloutober 2023 Day 10 (late): Terminal

Non-animated below cut

Edit: figured out how to make the gif file-size small enough for tumblr, and replaced the video version with a gif

[donnovien]

John, sweetheart, dear, darling, why do you still trust Kayne? Let's start with that.

[satbehindyouinmath]

Fool me once, I’ll forgive you. Fool me twice, I’ll still forgive.

[yahoo201027]

Day in Fandom History: April 1…

It’s a game of survival when Mordecai, Rigby, and Benson are sucked into a Japanese game show and must get through a series of challenges that seems somewhat impossible to pass and win the grand prize. “Fool Me Twice” premiered on this day, 12 Years Ago.

[mlleclaudine]

New Exhibition Explores the Timeless and Perplexing Tradition of “Trompe l’Oeil”

by Eva Baron - My Modern Met, May 12, 2025

George Ayers, “Swamp Frog,” oil on panel

Much like a puzzle, an illusion demands patience. But it also rewards that endurance, offering, in return, a complete story from its singular and sometimes baffling parts. Fool Me Twice, a new exhibition staged at Robert Lange Studios (RLS), sets up such an agreement: visitors may initially be perplexed by these visual tricks, but those determined enough will decipher them—and to great satisfaction.

Encompassing 20 artists from around the world, Fool Me Twice celebrates the artistic tradition of trompe l’oeil, often translated as “deceive the eye” in English. As its name suggests, the technique relies heavily upon illusion, blurring the boundaries between reality and representation. These artists seem to ask What do we believe to be real? and How confident are we in defending those beliefs?

If the paintings in Fool Me Twice are any indication, we should be wary and perhaps even suspicious of what we encounter. George Ayers, for instance, beckons viewers toward Swamp Frog, in which a hyperrealistic frog seems to be breaking through the surface of the canvas. His Wall Tart composition, on the other hand, mimics a decadent slice of cake tearing through a plaster wall.

“I wanted to create something that makes people question the limits of the painting itself,” Ayers said in a statement. “The frog isn’t just painted on the surface—he’s breaking through it, challenging what’s real and what’s illusion.”

Sharon Moody’s The Year of Great Shocks achieves a similar effect, showcasing a comic book splayed out to reveal a spread in which New York City is swamped with water. The pages appear so weathered, so delicately thin, that it feels almost impossible to resist the urge to flip through the book, exploring what other shocks it contains. But resist the urge we must—the comic book is, in fact, meticulously painted onto a canvas.

Other works in Fool Me Twice pay homage to the early pioneers of the genre. Lange, who owns RLS but is also a realist painter, contributes Illusions Within, featuring an iPhone whose background is René Magritte’s The Son of Man. During his lifetime, Magritte was renowned for his surreal, illusory style, one that can be succinctly described through his iconic painting The Treachery of Images.

To echo Magritte, is a painting of a pipe really a pipe? Fool Me Twice doesn’t propose an answer, but it does exemplify the joys of posing such a question in the first place. The exhibition’s artworks are certainly rigorous in their technical accomplishments, but it’s their insistence on wonder and mystery that truly set them apart.

Fool Me Twice is currently on view at Robert Lange Studios in Charleston, S.C., through May 25, 2025.

Sharon Moody, “The Year of Great Shocks,” oil on panel

Daniel Caro, “Prêt-à-porter,” oil on panel

Joel Carson Jones, “Inside Out Outside In,” oil on panel

Leeah Joo, “Parrhasius No. 62, Cranes,” oil on panel

Robert Lange, “Illusions Within,” oil and vinyl on panel

Natalie Featherston, “Nested,” oil on panel

Natalie Featherston, “Nested,” oil on panel

Jacob A. Pfeiffer, “In a Bind,” oil on panel

Patrick Nevins, “Halcyon,” oil on panel

Robert Lange, “Bend and Blend,” oil on panel

Jacob A. Pfeiffer, “Middleman,” oil on panel

Robert Lange Studios: Website | Instagram

[thejadeofc]

What's done is done and it is what it is but damn

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: With the King of Mandalore rising to power and the Empire in shambles, the New Republic reaches out to build a relationship—using Luke Skywalker as their proxy.

Author: @purplesauris

Note from submitter: LUKE UNDERCOVER AU!!! It's super fun, but also incredibly heartfelt, as Luke is forced to go undercover to Mandalore at the behest of the New Republic and discovers so much more than what he expected. 

[trashhmuffinn]

Okay I’m gonna be a hater and go ahead and say that the Indian publishing houses are printing the most MID books of people who have little to some social media reach (no I will not call them authors)

All the books are badly written and follow a very ghissa pita plot

Do better

[zehwahlala]

Fool me once

I was not born to drown

As a weed pulled before I could flourish

I’m looking for second chances

Always

I know they’re there

Because if it weren’t for second chances

We’d all be alone.

[noemitenshi]

Excerpt

Fuck, Troy had almost groaned with the zeal -the lust- for it. With what that one simple -sweet- touch had done to him, awakened long-lost wants, oh god, how long had it been that someone had touched him like this? Without meaning to cause harm or stop him. With the intention of making him feel good – that had been the intention, hadn’t it? At least, it had felt like it, had felt so achingly careful, so painfully sweet—

He’d do anything. Anything, he realized in this moment if the other man would just touch him like this again. The injured, the dead, the ranch, he didn’t give a damn about any of that in this moment.

God, they’d all been right, his mom, Jake, and all the rest, too.

He really was a monster.

[virtual-q]

Sarah Bahbah's "Fool me twice"

[dewitty1]

Fool Me Twice

iota @sorrybutblog

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy's Owl Additional Tags: Unspeakable!Draco, Case Fic, Magical Theory, POV Draco Malfoy, Forced Proximity, UST, Slow Burn, safe houses, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Shower Sex, Dirty Talk, brief mention of internalized homophobia, brief mention of death of a parent, Smoking, Alcohol, Canon-Typical Violence, Fanart, Inspired by Fanart, Painting, gouache, Pining, Harry/Draco Reverse Bang 2022

Summary:

The case seemed simple: follow the corruption, bring down the source. Draco just didn’t anticipate Harry Potter crashing in, taking a break from red carpets and nudey-rudey photoshoots to make a giant mess. Or: Draco is an Unspeakable. Potter is an (unfairly attractive) thorn in his side. Featuring: spies, action, disguises, forced proximity, pining and more!

Excerpt:

Outside, it was becoming dark slowly, and then all at once, the kitchen lit only by the bulb above the oven, left on from the night before. There were things Draco needed to do, protocol to follow. He hadn’t had time to tell Derek about Fallkirk’s death over the Loqutus. Derek, who he was going to murder when he saw him next. He didn’t move.

Eventually, Potter’s breathing evened out and his muscles relaxed, making his body a pleasing weight against Draco’s.

Draco stretched out his legs. “Should I go make us some tea?”

Potter twisted around and shook his head no. He was looking at Draco very closely, lingering on his mouth, then his neck, and back again, like he couldn’t stop himself. The waist of Potter’s t-shirt was rucked up, and Draco’s middle and ring fingers were pressed against bare skin. That was nice too.

Potter’s eyes slid closed again. The light above the oven hummed. Draco stayed very still.

Another few minutes passed. Potter stirred and said, “I told you I liked you, then. At that bar you go to with the weekend sex party.”

Draco pulled away fractionally. “Well,” he said delicately, “It wasn’t really me you liked.”

“You kissed me last night,” Potter said.

“You kiss a lot of people.”

“Can we–” Potter lifted his head a little. He was close enough that Draco could have counted his eyelashes.

Nothing had changed since the night before. It was still an awful idea that wouldn’t end well for Draco under any circumstances.

“Yeah,” Draco said, swallowing hard. “Okay.”

Potter’s mouth crashed onto his, desperate and hungry, his right hand coming up to hold Draco's cheek. It wasn’t a caress. He was holding Draco there, not letting him get away while he pressed their lips together again and again. Draco didn’t know how to make it clear that he wasn’t going anywhere. He was staying right there.

Potter’s mouth slipped open, his tongue pressed against the seam of Draco’s lips. Draco let him in. The wet heat of it was overwhelming, Potter’s tongue pressed against his for a moment then sliding out and back in again. Draco heard a high, needy sound, and realized he had made it.

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