#spectable

[panicinthestudio]

The Marvelization of Cinema, November 7, 2023

We've all felt it: the movies have changed. But how so exactly, and why? And what can be done about it? In this extensive critique, I try to capture the decline of modern cinema in one unifying theory. Like Stories of Old

[bobbie-robron]

I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t you meet me in Pear Tree Cottage in five minutes. (Part 2.1)

Sadie wants some nookie with Robert and Pear Tree Cottage is just the spot but Robert came with Katie and he’s going home with Katie. Well things change when a drunk Katie makes a spectacle of herself falling on a (small) cake and Robert takes her home to an astonished Jack and Diane.

03-Dec-2004

[tiredthing-idk]

Tfw ypu find out the person fronting most of the time is actually two people and you can tell thanks to one of them constantly and near violently wanting to get worse and wanting to make a show of everything versus the other one whos much calmer and also very strange but in a quieter way. And now you have to rego theu all your shit yet again.

[orchidmilkshake]

Purchased a new Dendrobium Spectabile (the “goblin orchid”) at lowes for a little under $18!

Bigger than the one i purchased and killed about a year ago that was about $35 at the ft lauderdale orchid show. And much bigger and healthier (just a teensy dehydrated) than the other dend. spec. i saw at a different lowes this past summer (2024). that one was smaller and sickly so i didnt buy it. this one has nice fat canes and barely any mechanical damage! there might be too much fertilizer in the pot though, i see a lot of crystallization on the bark chips.

[gomzdrawfr]

HE—

yes that is Price in a beret with round rimmed glasses

[emotionalmotionsicknessxx]

Immersive Phantom Newspaper Ru-veal

Got up off my butt and went to the old Lee Art Shop, the location of the impending immersive Phantom of the Opera. Some newspapers are newspapers, some are phantom musical related, and some are "1800s" papers about the events of Phantom! I know a few other people in the phandom are sharing some images and I'd like to share some too!!

WE GOT PERSIA MENTION!!! *airhorn* we got potential FLEEP??? FLEEP DE CAHGNY??? and is the gossip column implying that RIK is staying at the HOLIDAY INN EXPRESS??? IDK I am bored and transcribing the articles below so you dont have to squint at your computer screen AHH

Panic at the Opera Populaire! Shocking Events Last Night at the Premiere of Il Muto.

[Image of the grand foyer of the Garnier]

What was to be a triumphant evening at the Opera Populaire dissolved into utter chaos last night, as the premier of Il Muto was marred by a series of ghastly and inexplicable occurrences.

The performance began in splendid fashion, with the ever radiant Carlotta Giudicelli commanding the stage. However, to the horror of all in attendance, her voice suddenly failed mid-aria, replaced by a grotesque croak more befitting a creature of the marshes than the prima donna of Paris. The stunned audience had scarcely recovered from this distressing spectable when Monsier Firmin, in an attempt to salvage the evening, had announced that Christine Daae would assume the role.

Gossip in the Gloaming: Mysterious Visitor at the Hotel De Sens?

The arrival of an enigmatic figure at the historic Hotel de Sens has set tongues wagging among the city's most observant. Cloaked in heavy velvet and moving with deliberate grace, this shadowy guest has been seen only at dusk, slipping through the grand entrance without a word. Servants refuse to speak on the matter, save to say that a particular suite has been reserved for an extended stay, with strict instructions that no visitors are to be received.

Spectulation abounds -- some insist the visitor is a foreign noble in secret exile, while others whisper of a celebrated actress seeking refuse from a scandal. A particularly imaginative tale suggests a former statesman fallen from faovr, waiting out the winter behind closed doors. Whatever the truth, the mystery only deepens: a single candle is seen flicking in an upper window long after midnight, and a black carriage, unmarked and silent, arrives at irregular hours. Who among our readers might uncover the truth?

VANISHED! WITHOUT A WORD! (Guys is this philippe whats happening)

For nearly a fornight, a certain well-known gentleman - whose name, were it printed here, would send a shock through the most respectable salons, has been conspicuously absent from his usual haunts. While it is not uncommon for men of a certain temperament to disappear from view now and then, this particular absence has been met with rather more concern than usual. The cafes and private clubs where he once held court have noted his empty chair, and certain ladies of the Faubourg Saint-Honore have been left puzzling over unanswered letters.

Theories regarding his whereabouts have begun to circulate, each more intriguing than the last. Some suggest an unexpected trip to London, perhaps to settle debts - or to escape them. Others murmur of a duel, discreetly arranged and regrettably concluded. A more dramatic version of events claims that he has eloped with a woman of unsuitable rank, though none can name the supposed lady. Whatever the truth may be, his absence has left an undeniable voice in the city's intrigues, and one can only wonder when - or if - he shall return.

SHAHS LABYRINTH: [obscured] OR REALITY?

For centuries, travelers returning from the lands of the East have carried with them stories of wonders beyond imagining - tales of cities that gleam like jewels beneath the shadows of palaces where fountains flow with rosewater, of treasures hidden deep within the chambers of forgotten kinds. But amid these takes, there is one that has persisted, shrouded in mystery and intrigue. It is that, somewhere within the vast empire of the Shah of Persia there stands a labyrinth of mirrors, a maze so bewildering, enchantingly deceptive, that none who may ever be certain of the path they walk. This marvel, if it exists, is rumored to be within the confines of the royal palace of Golestan, or perhaps deeper still, within the secret halls of the pleasure retreat known only to the Shah's closest confidants. Those who claim to have seen it whisper of endless corridors lined with mirrors of the purest silver, so perfectly polished that one loses all distinction between what is real and what is mere reflection. Doors vanish into glass, walls stretch on into infinity, and in the very heart of the labyrinth - if indeed there is a heart - there is said to be a chamber where the Shah himself, surrounded by his own shimmering reflections, communes in solitude, as if among a thousand ghosts of himself.

What purpose does such a place serve? Some say it was built as a test of wit and perception, a challenge to those courtiers and ambassadors daring enough to navigate its paths. Others insist that it is a prison in disguise, where rivals of the Shah are condemned to wander, endlessly searching for an exit that does not exist. And then there are those who claim a more mystical purpose - that the labyrinth is a place of secret knowledge, a geometric puzzle designed not merely to confound the senses but to elevate the mind. They point to the ancient Persian fascination with light and reflection, to the teachings of scholars who have long sought wisdom in the interplay of reality and illusion.

Yet for all these tales, no Westerner has ever seen the labyrinth with his own eyes - at least, none who have returned to tell the tale. The court of the Shah remains an impenetrable domain, ruled by custom, intrigue, and suspicion. Even those few Europeans who have been granted an audience with Persia's sovereign have found their movements within the palace strictly controlled. To wander unbidden through its halls would be an offense punishable by death.

POSITIONS OFFERED (LETS PLAY SPOT THE RIK)

Discreet assistant sought

A gentleman of means requires a confidential secretary, capable of discretion and fluent in both French and Persian. [Obscured] may be required. Knowledge of cipher correspondence advantageous. Apply in writing, M.L .,Poste Restante, Paris.

[alexa-yukiyu]

Idk which pirate crew to choose but what about a fem ghost child who lives on an island or ship. Their pretty lonely since they died alone and all they want is a family. So when a pirate crew shows up she kinda tries to keep them from leaving. Kinda angsty? Maybe the crew ends up adopting her??

Hunger and Solitude (Brook x f!child!ghost!reader x Sanji)

A/N y’all I cooked right here, I ‘ll be homest when I read this I was like UM BROOK 100% but then I was like thinking of the plot and the backround of Reader for the story and I was like I need Sanji here. This story is more on the heavy side and unlike my other ones this is not the squealing like a little kid type as it includes themes of death and starvation but just as wholesome in my opinion

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

Brook found himself walking around the cabin his crew had ended up in, attempting to take shelter from a snowstorm that raged on the island they were visiting.

The abandoned cabin, if one could call it that, didn’t seem abandoned at all; it seemed weird to the skeleton. Usually, he would be against abandoned places, lest they find a ghost or other undead beings, but this place seemed taken care of; everything was in order, no dust, no cobwebs, no roof caving in on itself; it seemed like a typical house, but yet not a soul could be found.

“Brook, you noticed it too, right?” Sanji says, walking up to him, the usual cigarettes resting between his lips

“Yes, this place… it’s abandoned, and there isn’t anyone here or around, yet this place is immaculate,” he replies, glancing around the room

“There has to be someone here,” The chef concludes

Dokucha looked down at the two men, studying them from the rafters up above

Brook paused at the sound of a childish giggle, slowly looking up and spotting a small girl looking back at him

“…”

“…”

“A GHOST!” He cries, pulling out his sword from the cane

“You’re a skeleton!” Sanji hollers back at him, annoyed

“Stop!”

Brook stills for a second, taking over the ghost that was, at this point, in front of them

“You’re a child…”

“I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me!”

“Hey, Hey, it’s okay; we have no intentions of hurting you,” Sanji said, kneeling down to her level and trying to ease her down

Brook sheaths his sword once again. He looked around once again, still perplexed at this place

“You live here, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” she said, sniffling

“Where are your Parents?” he asked, despite deep down already knowing the answer

“They all died, rain never came, and food ran out.“ she cried

“I stayed, but I saw momma starve, I saw papa starve, and no one came back.”

Brook and Sanji, both still at that, memories both flooding their minds at the story of the small girl

“So you stayed here, alone, by yourself, all by yourself,” Brook muttered

“I am deeply sorry, little Madam; I know the feeling very well.”

After the words had been spoken a sudden chill filled the air, snow beginning to blast around them as white began to cover the room they stood in

Sanji looks up at the spectable and back down at the girl, quick to understand the connection between the two

“Shut up! You don’t, you don’t know what it feels like!” She screams, eyebrows furrowed, eyes filled with both fury and pain

“Yes, I do,” The skeleton spoke

“LIAR” she growled as hail began to fall around them

“I cannot relate to starving to death, but I can relate to having to watch everyone around you die while you remain.”

“You’re lying!.” She hisses

“I am not lying to you, Madam,” He says calmly

“My whole crew died in front of me.”

The raging storm around them begins to lessen around them at the comment, furious winds going down to a cold breeze brushing against them as the girl stared wide eyes at the swordsman

“T-they died?” she said, stepping closer to the skeleton

“They did.”

She walks towards him

“But you stayed? Alone?”

“I did.”

With that the wind around them stilled, the snow that pelted them before now falling melancholically from the ceiling

“It hurts…” she cries

“I know, little Madam,” he says, opening his arms, signaling her to come closer

She runs to him, sobbing in his arms

“I miss Mama; I miss Papa!”

Brook wraps his embrace around the young girl, slowly rocking her back and forth

“Don’t cry; it will be okay. “

She turned her head to look at the blond man

“Did you stay behind, too?” She asked between her sobs and hacks

“Not quite,” Sanji replies

“I… I know what it is to starve, however,” He said, putting his hand over her head

“I got washed to an uninhabitable land with…my father. Our resources eventually ran out. I had thought father had more food and went after him only to find out he had given his rations to me, and he had taken to eat his own leg to survive.”

“It hurt so much, the pangs, I couldn’t stop them, I couldn’t get up,” she weeped

“I know…im sorry, i’m sorry” he whispered

“Little Madam, this snowstorm, it’s your doing, isn’t it?” Brook replied, sitting down with Sanji and Dokucha next to him; once the girl had calmed down

“It is…I’m sorry I kept Mister Brook and Mister Sanji and their friends here, but… it’s been so long since I saw someone, and I got excited, but you were about to leave, and I … I didn’t want to be alone again.”

“Don’t apologize. Your intentions were not to hurt us, and I’m grateful because we got to meet you,” Sanji replies to the little girl

“How long have you been living here by yourself?” Brook asked curious

She shrugs

“A long time”

Sanji and Brook glanced at each other; at that moment, the two men had silently agreed to something; they were not leaving this place without the girl

“Dokucha, why don’t you come with us?” asked Sanji

“Come with you?”

Sanji nods. “Yes, you know a ship? Where we all live. A ship with a nice kitchen, and plenty of others that will always look out for you”

“You want me?”

“Of course!” Brook says, reaching out his hand toward her

“Come on, you're not staying.”

“You will love our Captain, you know? He won’t leave without you either.”

“Are you sure?”

The two men nodded with a smile on their face

“Of course, of course! Now, come on! Yohohoho,” Brook said, standing up, grabbing the girl, throwing her in the air, and laughing further when the girl let out an airy string of elated giggles at the action

“We won’t let you be alone anymore.”

“And I will never let you be hungry ever again, you hear?”

“Thank you, Misters, Thank you!” she cried, hugging the skeleton’s neck, more tears cascading down her eyes at the turn of events

“I have never been happier than I am now,” she confesses

“Yohohoho, I know that feeling as well, little Madam!”

“Don’t cry, and don’t worry, if you ever feel alone, if you ever feel lonely, you can always come and talk to us, alright?” He says to her

“The crew and us will always make some time for you, so you won’t be alone again.”

Who the hell is cutting onions? Im not crying you are 😭

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@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

[spicyvampire]

Louis didn't come see me play today, he has abandoned me to my pains and sorrows, he still blames me for Claudia's death doesn't he? I still blame me, we will never see each other again, Louis has forsaken me, my vape- where is my vape, I need it right now, you fools, you imbeciles don't you see I'm in shambles? I cry and I cry but no one listens, I'm in pain, I was alone before Louis, I'm alone now, I will always be alone there is no one for me but him, Mon amour, my Louis

Wait- he is here? My Louis is here? Where? In the vip section shaking his booty- he has a The Vampire Lestat Forever merch shirt on? Ok my love is here- he is requesting a rat? CAN SOMEONE PLEASE GET MY LOVE A RAT- what are you IMBECILES waiting for, I'm surrounded by idiots- wait Louis gonna watch this right? I look good right- I know I look good, I always looks spectacular, it was a rethorical question you fool, this is my best angle, hello Louis Mon cher, this Spectable Aujourd'hui is for Toi, Mon amour

[ciaomarie]

Thanks for your in-depth response! I agree with many of your points. I've been a nurse for 15 years and got my nurse practitioner certification last year. Recently, where I work, an allergy was missed by his provider and prior nurse. While it was it a mild one and the patient didn't even have a reaction to the product, I felt really bad. This meant multiple apologies to the sweet patient and his wife, talking with the provider and clinic manager, documentation, phone calls to the DME rep, etc...My colleagues and I HATE even near misses, much less full-on errors!! I sometimes have bad dreams about making mistakes!!

Yet, Claire told her horror story in such a nonchalant, creepy way. She was fascinated that the girl couldn't feel the pain. She waived off her mistake as a result of fatigue. Interesting how Carmy and Sydney use being tired as their excuse for not communicating well. Exhaustion is their cop-out for leaving things unsaid, but they do it to protect each other. For Claire, it's an excuse for harming an already deeply hurt young woman. And she was so cavalier about guilting Carmy to go to the party with drunk people, distracting him from work, telling him she loves on the stressful DAY OF FRIENDS AND FAMILY! Yeah, that's the best time so say that to the guy who has had panic attacks in her presence (pre or post intimacy) according to Carmy talking about Christmas in ep 8.

I'm waiting for my residency match, so while I wait, let me tell you that being a doctor doesn't look anything at all like how they've shown Claire. I wish the showrunners did some research.

[liberalsarecool]

Propaganda needs instant refutation.

Trump lies are not a debate. It is a spectable for authoritarianism.

Ruth Ben-Ghiat studies people who lie and does a great job of explaining the recent debate.

[titanelite22]

Once Max is done with F1, I'm also done with F1 lol

People make it into a thing of "Yeah, it's because your driver isn't dominating anymore" but it's much more than that.

The races just aren't entertaining anymore. We've known for a while that F1 wasn't just truly about the racing, but at least we got good racing. Nowadays, watching an F1 race most of the time is a bore.

F1 is becoming more and more of a spectable with every passing year (e.g. drive to survive) and I hate it.

[cookie-nom-nom]

DIPODOMYS SPOTTED- AHHHH ITS SO CUTE LOVE LOVE LOVE BABY

Wahoo. Time to watch dune 2. Against my will. Without having seen the first one or having any knowledge of dune.

[littlehatofhorror]

｡･:*:･｡･*☆ INTRODUCTION ☆*･｡･:*･｡

Welcome, ladies and gentlethem!

You can call me Hattie, I'm a genderfluid artist and 3D animator.

I make Queer creations that involve humans and monsters, which aren't always the enemy in my stories.

My main themes are the supernatural, dark fantasy, sci-fi, fictional past and future... And of course, questionable romance.

This blog will be my break room, where my ambitious projects will be put on pause so I can "play" for a bit, share creations (original and fan content) with no pressure on myself and interact with communities.

Thank you, and enjoy your visit!

Keep reading if you want to learn a bit more about those big ambitious projects! ⬇️

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I will make another introduction in the future, where I will share my project(s) with more depth and show what I'm actually talking about. Right now it's a lot of work behind the scenes, and the concrete work will be exposed during the spring. My full time job eats my time, so until said project becomes my new full time job, the pace will be slow.

But in the meantime, a brief summary about Chapistro.

My new brand.

Chapistro is the name of a cosmic circus, owned by Hatticus (any pronoun), an eldritch creature who is the ringmaster and a storyteller. They have traveled through many worlds, witnessed many events. Their objective is not only to entertain, but also to share the experience of living beings, so they can inspire others and help them becoming their best self.

During the day, Hatticus and his team will entertain humans, monsters, entities, demons, spirits-- the circus is open to anyone, so long as their heart is wide and their mind is open. Intolerance is unacceptable.

But at night, when the curtains are closed and it is only the ringmaster and a candle, a new show takes place. Le spectable de la nuit. A moment to slow down and listen, as Hatticus weaves stories too wild to be believed, but they swear they are as real as they are sitting before you.

Thank you for taking the time to read this,

Stay tuned.

Magic, Monsters and Metamorphosis

[chiefbasementcreator]

Prompt

Peter and Gwen told Rios that they want her to be a stripper at a strip club, since they want to see her work her magic. No way she can deny them, so time to give a show. Even if others also see her in action.

"And for tonight, our temporary spectable, welcome Ria!"

She stepped onto the stage, blushing, ambarassed, incredibly ashamed of herself and the skimpy bikinis she was wearing, but Rio still did it under the applause of all the clients. They watched the stunningly sexy MILF walk on stage, under the cheers and lewd whistles and words from dozens of perverts, but she only had eyes for two of them, relieved to see Peter and Gwen were there as well.

And incredibly turned on that they were here, ready to watch her give a lewd show to so many people at once. Still red in the face, Rio began to dance and show off.

She was a bit clumsy, clearly not used to it or poledancing, and made some slip-ups now and then, but the lewd spectacle of her mature curvy body more than made up for it, and Peter and Gwen, as well as all the others, watched on with great lust in their eyes.

So they watched as Rio danced, twerked, pressed her breasts together and against the pole, even made some lewd faces now and then, slowly getting more into it, her attention on Peter and Gwen, trying to excite them as much as possible. This was what they wanted from her, after all, and Rio was going to deliver.

She was giving it her all soon enough, getting wet and excited from all the lurid gazes on her, all the others watching on top of Gwen and Peter. exposing herself like that to all of them turned her on more and more, and after a few minutes she was almost shameless, still a bit of pink on her cheeks and a slight hesitation in her movements. She could see the men's cocks tenting their pants, the lusts in their eyes, and when she stepped backstage, she was flush and needed to be fucked.

Fortunately, Gwen and Peter were here, ready to reward her for her performance.

[deathbyscreens]

Separated from his product, man himself produces all the details of his world with ever increasing power, and thus finds himself ever more separated from his world. The more his life is now his product, the more he is separated from his life. - Guy Debord, The Society Of The Spectable

[bridgeportbritt]

Love by The Ocean Restaurant | Umbrage, SimDonia

You can see where everyone is at based on their suggestions. Esther is thinking traditional, Bria is thinking big summer blowout with 900 of their closest friends, and Olivia and Grayson are thinking backyard wedding (in a palace) lol while the wedding visions are a bit different around the table, some common ground is reached! Now wedding planning can really start!

Transcript Under the Cut

Grayson: So back to this panic-inducing “wedding extravaganza”...

Bria: Ah yes, we really need to get moving on planning! I told Olivia, hospitality is prepared but they need concrete details. The date, the venue, the colors.

Grayson: See? It’s already starting, Olivia.

Bria: What?? I was only joking about the extravanganza stuff! Gosh, Gray, lighten up. It’s whatever you guys want.

Grayson: Mhmm.

Bria: But you have to tell us what you want so we can make it happen!

Waiter: Your food is served. Enjoy!

Grayson: Okay, as long as you’re not trying to take over and plan some big spectable... we know we want to get married sooner rather than later.

Esther: Oh, that’s wonderful!

Bria: How soon we talking here?

Grayson: Well, we don’t want a long drawn out engagement, so... a few months?

Bria: A few months?? You expect me to plan the wedding of the century in a few months? We need flowers, dresses, catering, a million other things!

Grayson: Well, that’s the thing, Mom. We don’t want you to plan the wedding of the century - we want you to plan ours.

Olivia: We just want to make sure our wedding is just about us celebrating our love with the people we love. Nothing more, nothing less.

Esther: Well, that sounds lovely. And I will also help in whatever way I can to help make your wedding vision come to life.

Bria: Help me by convincing them otherwise.

Grayson: Now, that we’re all on the same page. Mom. I think we’re ready to talk venues.

Olivia: We really want something intimate and special to us.

Esther: Well, what do you guys think about at the church? I know you have connections at the one near here, Bria. Such a lovely venue. And what’s more special than getting married in the home of The Watcher?

Grayson: Um, I’m actually not Jacoban, Mrs. Sagerton.

Olivia: Yeah, beautiful church, Mom. But, not for us.

Bria: How about here? They have a cute little wedding set-up out back. Very intimate. And did we mention the view?

Olivia: Well, this place doesn’t really hold any special meaning for us. Although, could be a great place for engagement photos...

Esther: Well, are there any places you two had in mind?

Olivia: Actually... there was a place we had been thinking about...

Grayson: Yeah... we’ve been thinking about having it... just at the palace.

Bria: Creeksbrey Palace?

Olivia: Yes! In the ballroom. It’s intimate... it’s where we’ve started our lives. It just seems like the perfect place.

Grayson: Plus, it’s a party at home.

Bria: Well, I’ll have to sell it a bit to, you know. But, I think we can make that work!

Bria: Time to kick wedding planning into overdrive. Are you ready for this, Esther?

Esther: I’m ready.

Grayson: Me, too. Low stress, easy-going planning for a low-stress easy going wedding.

Olivia: Yes, I love that.

Bria: Right... Well, let’s get these kids married!