#B+

[bugwars]

my necklace? yeah it’s a collar bomb actually.. BUT DONT WORRY it only detonates when it detects extreme arousal… and heh.. I don’t think you have to worry about that since you aren’t shaped like a busty airplane

[nofatclips]

Lessons by The Cinematic Orchestra, live in studio

[warhead]

[darkccfinds]

⸸ HQ Under Eyelashes 03 & False Eyelashes 04 by Billie at B+ ⸸

Ⓜ️ Mirror Link

[...] *Translated from Chinese

The model in the picture below shows the 360-degree version 04 of the full film The model in the picture below shows the 180 degree version 03 The package is in HQ4096 format, without HQ MOD (right side), I am very touched that it was not censored by mod 3…T__T No doubt, 100% real effect Update: I heard that some people reported that the hq4096 format cannot be displayed without using hq mod?? So let me explain…. In fact, 4096x4096 is just a more precise texture. Because I used very fine lines to draw these two models. In case this model uses 1024x1024 format, it will not have the current effect. Regardless of whether the player's computer uses hq mod, the eyelashes can still be displayed normally. The only difference is that under hq mod, the lines are clearer and more refined Another factor that may affect the effect is whether the game performance is fully turned on?! Also, the 4096 format may be a bit slower to read in the sim's life mode (if the computer's RAM is not enough). These two points are up to the players to consider. If you have any questions, please let us know :)

I drew a lot of gadgets a while ago, but due to many factors, or maybe my mood, I wanted to give up publishing them. Although I do things according to my heart, I hope to do my best to do the things I decide. I have been painting the eyelashes for a while, although I packaged it and put it into the game for testing only last week. I didn't have any expectations (I had too many failed works before) I am a little touched by the effect t__t, it is getting close to my ideal, but the isolation is still a little off, and the density is not natural. I wanted to make it lighter, but the result was not ideal. The most unsatisfactory part was the eye socket, which was a bit painful.

I have always been in the early childhood stage of production. These two are the 03 eyeliners (should they be called eyelashes?) that I have been waiting for several months. Every work I share, whether it is makeup, clothes, figurines, stories Maybe there are many shortcomings. But I put a lot of effort into making them, especially the homemade items, because I have a full-time job. I spent a lot of personal time, including time for sleep and rest. Friends who thought it was ok and downloaded it, just left a message saying thank you, and they were very happy

[🡪 HQ MoD 🡨]

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[shiningwizard]

The Decameron (Pier Paolo Pasolini, 1971)

A cast of hundreds and only enough teeth for about half of them. They used to play this a lot on SBS, so it's funny to finally consider this outside of their smut peddling and now as a touchstone in Pasolini's development. Cesspools, erect penises, arrant horniness, no fidelity and no reverence, written as folk tales. A type folksiness and authenticity that seems to have been his life's pursuit in impressing upon an upper tier who otherwise would like to disregard or deny its existence. The rabble's gross but at least they're honest.

[jinsei-pika-pika]

J Dilla & Madlib at Discomania São Paolo, Brasil 2005 Classic Photo Moment by B+

[cer-rata]

Fic WIP: "Welcome Home(?) Chris Kent!"

Chris sighed. “...So yeah, I don’t really remember being an adult. Just bits and pieces. I remember Thara, and the Nightwing. Um. That’s about it for details.”

Brian nodded and rubbed his chin. Chris was intentionally  leaving things out, that’s what his spot analysis of his body-language, mannerisms and tone told him. Perhaps he’d be willing to share more later when they were friends…if Brian didn’t manage to mess it up.  “Fascinating series of events for a twelve-year-old. Disturbing, in many ways.”

Chris rolled his eyes. “I’m not really twelve, I’m actually an adult, I just look like--”

Brian sighed. “No. No, I'm pained to inform you that you’ve misunderstood the flow of your life.”

Chris frowned. “...What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, from what I can tell, you didn’t live an accelerated life in that you lived at a normal pace in a pocket of reality that moved faster along the timeline than the one you originated from. Rather, your body aged more quickly than it should have on a purely physical level. Sure, that meant your brain reached a certain stage of development sooner, but you didn’t gain the experience you would have had from living into adulthood naturally, so experientially you didn’t really age at all. Legally, and ethically you were always a child. And that would be true even if you did remember everything. 

“So really I could still say you were six or seven, but with the accumulated experience you lived through and do remember...and though you were incorporeal when you were in the phantom zone the second time, and I have no concrete way of knowing how long you were there for…I do know that Kon-El is also from your timeline and only remembers a year passing between when he was lost and when Impulse found him. That was five or six years ago now, and you were conscious for that period of time…well: I think eleven or twelve is probably fair. I can go with twelve if that makes you feel any better. Lucky, that’s where your body ended up as well.”

Chris stared at him with wide eyes. Then his lips twisted and he sat back down on the floor of his containment chamber. “...Oh. I…I guess that makes sense.”

Brian nodded without looking up from the data he was reading. “It does, but I still think it’s kind of messed up, actually. The adults sent me to talk to you because they’re all upset and didn’t want you to pick up on it. Subconsciously they seem to think that I don’t process emotion still and as such wouldn’t bother you by being agitated. Bias from experience with my predecessor. I am not hurt by it, but…I do hope to at some point convince them that I am truly a separate being.” His third eye flicked up and over to look at Chris and caught the alarmed recognition in his eyes in the second before he was able to hide it. “...Sorry, I didn’t mean to talk about myself. I was going to say that I am also upset: You shouldn’t have had an adult girlfriend when you were cognitively six or seven. Very weird for both human and Kryptonian standards. Bird gods be damned.”

Chris hugged himself. “I mean…I mean from what I remember, she was nice.”

Brian desperately wanted to break down the reasons why that didn’t matter, but it wasn’t the right moment, and he felt it would be better coming from someone like Ms. Lane. So he smoothed it over. 

Kind of. “She could have been, I’m not implying that it was…”He paused. “...Well maybe I am implying that it was somewhat predatory, but I doubt she really considered the implications enough for me to judge her as anything more than shortsighted. Perhaps neither of you were completely acting on your own volition even, because again, bird gods. I’m…not trying to make you feel bad, am I making you feel bad?”

Chris looked away. “...A little.”

Brian winced and looked directly at him with all three eyes. He even devoted half of his processes to the conversation, which was dramatic overkill really, but he felt bad.

 “I apologize. Sometimes I talk through thoughts that I should probably process silently. Um…wait, hold on.” He closed his eyes for a second and then opened them again. “Okay, the likelihood that they’ll bother us in the next half hour is low, they’re tending to a minor disaster.” 

Chris’ mask dropped and Brian could see how nervous he was. “...Why…what are you going to do to me?”

Brian had been reaching towards the containment field, but when Chris asked that fearful question, he pulled his hand back like he’d been burned. “Nothing! I wouldn’t--I don’t…” His lips wobbled as he tried to not get upset. It was frustrating sometimes, being so young and knowing so many things. On the one hand he wanted to be taken seriously, to be seen as competent…but on the other, he was still chronologically two, developmentally nine, and that meant that it was hard to mitigate his feelings sometimes. Conrad had reassured him that it was normal, but he knew that already. Normal or not, it was still embarrassing. He sighed. “...I was just going to sit next to you. I thought…I thought it might make you feel better after I upset you by being callous. I don’t have to, I can just--”

Chris’ expression softened considerably. “Wait, what? Wouldn’t the Phantom Zone energy be bad for you?”

“No, I can handle it fine.” It was a lie, it was going to be incredibly uncomfortable, but not so much that he couldn’t hide it from Chris, so it was acceptable.

Chris stood up. “Well…I mean yeah, then that would be okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to freak out, just--”

“You’ve been treated as an experiment and tool before…and in a sense I am…Brainiac. That was…that was the kind of thing he did, so it is not inappropriate to be…vigilant.” Brian was thankful at that moment that he’d decided not to install synthetic tear ducts into his current iteration. “Um. Step back just a little? Please?”

Chris pressed lips together in concern, but took a step back. Brian reached out again and touched the containment field, and his skin shifted color just slightly from its bright turquoise to something closer to matching the shade of the barrier, before he walked through said barrier like it wasn’t there. Chris looked him over cautiously. “...You sure you’re okay?”

Brian nodded. “I am sure.” he stretched a bit to try to look casual about the fact that the way the zone energy interfered with his connection to turquoise light made his synthetic muscles burn. It was fine. He wasn’t a baby. He took a seat on the floor, and Chris sat next to him. “If you would like to ask me questions, you may, I think that’s fair. You aren’t my experiment, friends share information reciprocally, and I’d…I’d like to be…that.” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Metron’s countenance, I am awkward.”

Chris giggled. “No, you’re fine. This is all kinda awkward I think. For most people it’d be weird. You use a bunch of words I don’t know, though.”

“Sorry.”

Chris offered him a warm smile and patted him on the shoulder, and Brian had to stop himself from wincing at the pain. This was a good sign, a positive interaction that suggested Chris had not decided to fear him. The discomfort had purpose.

“So,” Chris went on, “How old are you? Cause I dunno what your deal is, but you seem to have a lot going on.”

Brian snorted. “Yes that…yes. Um. Technically I…emotionally I am about nine or ten, experientially…is complicated, because I have the knowledge of…quite a few civilizations stored in my mind, so I know and understand quite a bit. Chronologically my body is roughly…two years old at this point?” Brian knew that he was exactly eighteen months, three-hundred hours, thirty-two minutes and fifteen seconds old, but he thought rounding it up sounded better. 

Chris slowly turned to him and smirked. “So I just got a lecture about how my girlfriend was inappropriate from a toddler?”

Brian rolled all three of his eyes. “I’m not a toddler!”

“Awww look at the little guy!” Chris teased and poked Brian in the side.

…Which was not something Brian expected him to do, and so he wasn’t prepared to stop his automatic reaction. It tickled, but it also hurt because at that point everything hurt, and he made a sound that was something between an embarrassed giggle and a pained groan. You could probably call it a whimper. 

Chris pulled his hand back. “Wh--did I hurt you? I thought I didn’t have my powers, I’m sorry--”

“No!” Brian waved him off and then winced at how much that action hurt. “It’s fine, you did nothing wrong, my chassis is strong enough that I wouldn’t be concerned if you did have your powers, it’s just--”

“You lied to me about the zone being fine?”

Brian sighed. Why couldn’t he have been somewhat dense like the other Lor-Zod?

 “...Yes. I thought it wouldn’t be this bad and wanted you to feel better--ahh!”

Brian yelped in surprise (and pain) as Chris gently picked him up and brought him back to the edge of containment. “Out! Go! Before you hurt yourself any more.”

“But--”

“It’s fine! We can hug later or whatever!”

Brian’ cheeks warmed, which was confusing because he didn’t really have blood, but he stepped back through the barrier like he was told to. Instantly he felt his connection return, and the pain was replaced by the strength he hadn’t realized he’d lost. He turned back to Chris. “Sorry--”

“Please don’t do that again.”

“Well, I wasn’t planning on--”

“I mean hurting yourself so I don’t think you’re bad. Don’t do that.”

Brian was somewhat disturbed that Chris had picked up on that. “I…what?”

Chris looked directly into Brian’ two primary eyes. His expression read as genuine concern and compassion. It made Brian nervous. “I don’t think you’re Brainiac, and I don’t think you wanna hurt me, okay? We’re good. I like you. You’re kind of funny in like an alien way. Which, as an alien, works for me.”

Brian rolled his eyes and snorted. “...Alright. I appreciate that.”

“Plus, I’m not gonna be scared of a two-year old.” Chris smiled.

“I’m not--” Brian shook his head. He had to claw some of his dignity back somehow. “I’m going to get you out of that tube before the day is out.”

Chris balked. “...What? But...but Kal-El and Batman and Mr. Terrific said it could take--”

“RIP to them, but I’m built different. Literally. Besides, I understand your biology better than any existing being. If I can’t figure this out in the next six hours, I might as well retire and go live on a farm. Ew.”

“Farms are cool!”

“Farms are outdated, just synthesize the food with an atomic reconstructor, they’re not hard to--you know what, I’m actually going to focus all my processes on you, which means I really like you, because I was watching ‘The Great British Bake Off' for most of this conversation. I love that show. But…I still think the British owe this planet more reparations. Anyway, give me seventeen minutes.”

Chris was about to ask another question, but Brian’ face went blank and his eyes all widened and started glowing bright turquoise at once, and it was clear that the conversation was over. Or at least…paused. 

[thisisalovestry]

file -> phrases that are going to shift something in me forever

[cemeterygrace]

reminders:

if you or someone you know might need it in the next few years, purchase plan b. the shelf life of plan b is 4 years, and we might not be able to access it as easily as we can now in the days ahead.

if you are larger/plus size: go online and purchase ella instead of plan b. plan b is less effective if you aren’t under 160 pounds.

if you can, purchase books that project 2025 is looking to ban.

mass deportations are starting. if you see ice vehicles or agents, yell ice raid and la migra as loud as you can.

if someone asks who you voted for, keep your mouth shut. they’re fishing for traitors.

if anyone, anyone at all asks about your neighbors or their legal status in the us, you know nothing. don’t be the reason that their family is separated.

if anyone asks about your religion or lack thereof, keep it vague. this administration will look for any excuse to persecute you.

your friends are trans or queer? for the next four years they’re not. don’t expose anyone’s status as a trans or queer person to anyone else, even if you think you can trust them.

did someone you know get an abortion? no, they didn’t. they were never pregnant.

in short, don’t be a snitch, and keep to yourself these next four years. we’ll make it through this even if it seems hopeless at times.

we can survive this. we’ve survived before, and we’ll survive again.

[andhumanslovedstories]

look I'm not gonna pretend I know anything about electronics, but sometimes a plug is so big it blocks another socket, and I'm always like "who the fuck do you think you are"

[sbeana]

coping by drawing them being fun and awesome and normal and silly

[bugwars]

got a job doing lower back tattoos on stray dogs. they haaaate it lol but it’s good money

[summer-fire]

[warhead]

[shiningwizard]

The Last of England (Derek Jarman, 1987)

Intolerability lights the fuse on self-destruction, emigration, capitulation. Leaving? Leaving. This could have been tighter, i feel, descending into Coil music video territory at times. But Jarman didn't feel so. Uncontainable expression of anger and disgust, rooted in footnote-requiring angering and disgusting context. But it's clear enough. England's a wayward thing that forces only abandon, supression or death on those it kicks along. I wonder what his opinion of it would be now had he lived. Perhaps better not to do that...