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tuesday again 4/2/2024

in which i try to clean two different boxes with varying success

new people: hello! the tuesdaypost is a weekly roundup of stuff i've been listening, reading, watching, playing, and making. it is NOT a recommendation series, although i sometimes dabble in critique. when im firing on all cylinders i ask "what is the core concept of this? does it succeed in what i think it's trying to do and what it says it's doing?is it well-made but i dislike it/beautiful but not for me? why? what parts Really Work?"

if you are into purity culture, yelling at other people about the problematic media they consume, or are under 18 i am going to have very little patience for you.

listening

now that i live in houston i am legally obliged to loop the new beyonce album 24/7. there is absolutely truly nobody fucking doing it like her. every song is a multimedia art piece. goddamn do i miss the album as a tool to convey a specific concept/listening order/flow. sometimes (chappell roan most recently comes to mind, although it does feel unfair to compare anyone to beyonce) every individual song is pretty good but the listening experience if you sit down and listen all the way through the album is unpleasant and choppy. not so here. NEVER here.

my favorite like Dance Number is YA YA (it samples nancy sinatra's boots! and the beach boys' good vibrations! wildly different tones despite coming out a year apart!)

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the one that goes on four different character/tone playlists is BODYGUARD.

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great early roundup of influences, samples, and collaborators. delighted to see five fingers for marseilles listed, a rocky but underrated south african neo-western free on tubi rn for americans

reading

also very texas-relevant with the recent pornhub lawsuits! pornhub and sex tech (among other things) have been samantha cole's beat for almost ten years. i trust her to report sensitively and not for like. shock clicks

this site has a free paywall (sign up with your email for a link to the full article) so bots have a harder time scraping articles: this is a journalist-founded site with only the four founders running it and writing articles. while annoying i do think this is a reasonable measure

The platform still has problems, but after years of critical reporting and a litany of legal and reputational consequences, Pornhub is now more heavily moderated than any other porn platform, and most major social media platforms, for that matter. A growing list of age verification laws has put Pornhub in a position where it is compelled to block access to its site in seven states and counting. In theory, these laws are designed to prevent children from being able to access pornography online. In reality, what is going to happen is that children are going to end up on pornographic sites that don’t care what the law says, and where some of the most harmful content that exists online is actively promoted to them.

she's also got a new limited series podcast with CBC about the rise and fall of pornhub, which was fascinating and kept me company during an extremely early morning drive

watching

i'm lukewarm about this one but i spend a lot of time getting there, much like this movie

ive been watching a lot of frankly dogshit thrillers, which has made me wonder: what's the deal with supervillans? where did they come from? and thence arrived at the prototypical film Dr Mabuse the Gambler (1922, dir. Lang). the four and a half hour cut on Kanopy is two normal-length movies superglued together, which makes sense as a streaming product but it is sort of a terrifying runtime and took me three days to get through.

sometimes, as we know, i get a real bee in my bonnet about visiting the early versions of things. dr mabuse is the blueprint for every james bond and mission impossible villain, or really any shadowy supervillain with power over [INDUSTRY] or [THE MARKET]. it is a four and a half hour long cat and mouse game through lavish, eccentric sets between mabuse and prosecutor wenk. it has some trouble sustaining itself bc it is four and a half hours long but does deliver on the cat and mouse aspects. this letterboxed review has interesting things to say about the political climate of 1922 germany and how lang subverts the formula of the pulp serial.

really the film opens with mabuse yelling at his cocaine-addicted assistant, but the film properly gets going with mabuse's henchmen stealing a trade agreement (nothing really carbon dates a movie more than a missing trade agreement. vanishingly few post-early-30s movies have missing trade agreements as plot points) and then he crashes the stock market. for fun and profit.

however. i think every time you see an evil man who is a banker or stockbroker or generally uses money as power you have to interrogate whether it's antisemitic. the answer here is "maybe" but i'm not sure if intent matters when contemporary nazi critics were eager to hold mabuse up as "this is the typical jewish criminal". (sorry about the link directly to wikipedia, it's been touch finding online sources for this section). mabuse is not specifically jewish, but there are certainly elements of stereotype. i am still not good at being presented with "this movie has a shadowy behind the scenes figure manipulating the government and all the money ever" and going "hey wait a minute".

after that tremendous glaring caveat, for which i read more contemporary reviews and reviews in general than i ever read for movies in these posts, is it good? eh. a contemporary VARIETY review remarked (and i largely agree)

The direction of Fritz Lang has moments – but Lang somewhat negates his good technical effects by twenty forty-word captions of a ludicrous unconciseness.

the night scenes are particularly well done, and imo are better than many modern night scenes--other contemporary reviews remarked

In this film the techniques of the film camera (Carl Hoffmann’s brilliant photography) are brought to perfection. The problem of how to film lit-up streets at night has been solved for the first time. It is unbelievably impressive to see the glaring lights of speeding cars flash through the night or the rapid passing of an elevated train of the initially blurred, then gradually focussed glimpse through a pair of opera glasses on to the variety stage, the nuances of light and shade—these things alone prove the value of film documentary.

look at this shit! filmed from within the cars! in 1922!!!

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this film asks you to believe hypnotism is real and really effective, so i don't think it's that big of a leap when it asks you to believe in ghosts. i don't understand that quibble from contemporary viewers. there are several on screen suicides with like. specific methods. which is not currently regarded as good filmmaking practice. im curious to know what contemporary audiences thought but couldn't immediately turn anything up, and wading through masters’ theses on cinematic suicide is a little beyond my current mental health.

if i were a more content-minded woman this would turn into a clickbait video essay about the antisemitic origins of every supervillan. however i am unqualified and untalented at video editing and i'm sure there are forty theses on this already. this movie is a hard sell to anyone jewish or employed. it is also a stunning example of cutting-edge film technology and part of the genesis of the modern supervillan. Fritz Lang films tend to fall in the category of “movies i am happy to see once and feel no need to revisit”.

playing

playing what is effectively the same game three times back to back (breath of the wild, tears of the kingdom, genshin impact) has sort of burned me out on open world games with a focus on battle skill progression and stumbling across little puzzles in the overworld. i have to get itch.io up and running on this pc and find the most linear jankiest possible one-sitting indie thing. or several of them. i might try the solo ttrpg Gentleman Bandit i seem to have acquired in one of the giant charity bundles

brief breath of the wild update bc i don't want to pull screenshots off my switch: i have gotten to the boss fight for the gerudo and goron regions, have not completed them bc my focus in this game is NOT hearts, and am in the middle of the zora temple. despite the quality of life improvements and new regions in totk i think i prefer botw: progression is a bit easier, there are fewer mmo-style hub quests and repeatable quests. things like the stable photos are cute but very repetitive, so are the sign bracing puzzles, and the sky crystal quests for sky shrines feel VERY samey. also dislike how the CLEAR OUT: [REGION] quests with the monster suppression squads reset at the blood moon.

anyway! to genshin! there was an exceptionally fun little event with a surprisingly involved management sim tacked onto the game??? you make and sell potions fulfilling different requirements, and can eventually stock travelling merchants all over the continent. the actual act of making the potions was this block-filling 1010! style thing (screenshot from polygon)

the new region, a port town and tea-growing area called Chenyu Vale, is maybe the prettiest one in the game so far? it's the one that feels the most picturesque and Designed, like this is one huge mansion garden studded with follies. they also added background chatter and noise in the cities and towns, which really startled me and makes them feels much more lived in! this is a fun trick to avoid putting in a thousand NPCs and making everyone's framerate crash. the less stuff in your game, the less shit can go wrong.

also pulled for and got chiyori, a geo-aligned seamstress (and sometime spy???) swordswoman who has what i can only call domme voice

making

ok now we'll talk about boxes. i was rearranging my kitchen, as unemployed women are known to do, and noticed this recipe box i picked up back in mass was disgusting. the finish is starting to fail but it was genuinely grody and last summer i packed my kitchen in a blind panic inside an hour and did not have time to address it. i have never seen a recipe box at an estate sale before or since and it made me desperately sad.

it was full of a lot of stuff.

i went at it with a somewhat inadvisable combination of things: wood soap didn't budge it, so i dampened a paper towel in vinegar and wiped it down in the vain hope it would do something. the thing that worked, and would be inadvisable for anything veneered or less densely textured, was baking soda paste and the scrubby side of a sponge. it still smells Very musty even after 48h of loose baking soda inside with several changes, but that might be partly the recipe cards' fault. i would like to refinish this at some point but i don't have polyurethane on hand and the fun little project budget is empty until further notice/i get a job.

the hinge did rust a bit despite my best efforts but that has since been lightly steel wooled and oiled. a well loved object! it's possible the lady who died just fucking sucked and that's why literally her entire estate including many other things families usually keep was on sale, but i would like to think perhaps she simply had no other family? a well loved/used object even if all the recipes are for semi-horrifying fifties new england recipes.

the other box, pre-acids but post-washing: this topp trading card box with seven episode one packets of cards was intact with the original seal. i have verified it was not worth much more than the $5 i paid for it with the trading card obsessed man in my best friend's husband's friendgroup. i bought this three months ago but the man was unavailable to open it until uhhh last week. some sort of liquid got inside it at some point and it was super corroded. i was going to store embroidery floss in here but even with all my powers (barkeepers friend. brasso.) i cannot completely remove the corrosion. it's not corroded Through but it looks bad and feels rough. so it goes. it'll probably hold the tiedown straps in my car bc that plastic bucket is rapidly failing

#aaaaaaand we're back baybee!!!#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #uncharacteristically nervous about this one since there are so many new people haha

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delusional-mishaps · 2 years

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Yandere bad skele bois hc?

no error in this one because im tired of this being in my inbox and dont wanna hurt my brain too much </3

⚠️ put under the cut due to dark themes such as: kidnapping, torture, manipulation, hypnotism/brainwashing, physical violence/abuse, emotional abuse, murder, typical yandere themes. let me know if it needs any other warnings!

also!! slightly suggestive content but nothing explicit! mostly just underwear snatching BAHBAHX

Grimm:

possessive

he first saw you one time while he was causing general pain/terror/misery in some au to feed. he was instantly smitten and your fear was delicious

he would then visit you nightly. watching you sleep, making sure you're safe all the while invading your dreams with sickening images that always left you shaken when you'd wake up

it's a long time before he reveals himself to you. and you are terrified. you remembered him from the day he had first seen you, how he would mercilessly hurt others, all the while seeming absolutely gleeful. it... bothered you, to say the least. even without his doing, you had nightmares for weeks after, afraid he'd return and you'd be killed by his hand

he decided to take you then. out of your au, to his castle. locked away in a lavish room. it was nice but you were horrified. you couldn't leave. you couldn't sleep. you weren't safe, that monster had you in his grasp and could do whatever he wanted to do to you—!!

he'd never hurt you. physically. he'd manipulate you to hell and back, play with your emotions as the guardian of negativity tends to do, but never would he lay his hand on you. he hardly enjoys the fear on your face every time you see him, even though the taste almost makes him drool.

eventually, he does get tired of this terror you hold for him. why can't you just love him like he loves you? you know he'd do anything for you, right? why can't you just see that? you were meant to be together! stop being so hard to get.

you can't even pretend to warm up to him due to his ability to feel your emotions. you'd try, just so he won't lash out at you, but the lying makes everything worse. you were chained up in a literal dungeon for a week. not only were you alone, but you weren't given any food or water, either.

he's harsh in his punishments because it's the only way you will learn, it is not? he doesn't like liars, and he won't accept his prisoner partner lying straight to his face. you must understand it hurts him just as much as it hurts you to punish you :(

he pretends nothing happened when you're released from the dungeon after such instances. you're locked back up in your pretty room where he'll visit you, all saccharine words and soft touches.

it's scary how different he can be, how cold he could be one instant only to be showering you in affections the next. it leaves you with whiplash

slowly, you find you... actually like being around him. he's so nice to you all the time, he treats you so well, he loves you, he's brainwashing you he gets you anything you want. why were you ever afraid of him? he's only doing this to keep you safe.

yes, he does manipulate your emotions. he can suck all that fear out of you until you're left feeling like an empty husk. and then, when you're most docile, looking into his pretty eye as it fluctuates, expanding and shrinking, forming into pretty shapes—

that's when he truly gets you. it's easy, from there, to rewrite your memories, your feelings for him. it's easy to make you love him.

and you do! you'd do anything for your king, the one who saved you. he didn't save you, he took you. you're not safe. you don't love him. why can't you express that? the anger, the fear? you don't want to be around him, you don't like it here, you don't like him, why can't you control your own body?

you're his. forever and ever.

Aero:

he's very obsessive. prefers watching you from afar, while you're unaware of his presence.

possibly the biggest stalker out of anyone else. he'd spend his whole day following you if he could.

will not hesitate to steal from you. it started out as smaller things you probably won't miss, a small piece of jewellery you never really wore, a bandage from your trash can after you accidentally cut your finger while cooking. but he'll quickly get bolder. your toothbrush has gone missing countless times, to the point you'd be buying another four pack every time you went shopping. your favourite underwear, straight out of your dirty hamper. etcetera, etcetera

he also will not hesitate to cut anyone out of your life he so wishes. he'll... get rid of anyone, as irrelevant to you as a stranger on the street who looked at you a second too long to your family and closest friends.

you're left extremely paranoid. constantly checking over your shoulder, jumping at the smallest noises, seeing shadows out of the corners of your eyes—seeing what you think is a skeleton of all things. how ridiculous, right?

sometimes, when you're sleeping, he'll get in your bed and curl up beside you. cuddling you. watching you. he likes to trace the tips of his phalanges along your arm, your back, the nape of your neck. he likes when you involuntarily shiver, the goosebumps growing on your skin at his delicate touches.

he also likes to leave bites. while you're asleep, so vulnerable... your neck is wide open, so smooth and pure, unblemished... he can't help but mark you up, so others know you're his.

he likes it when you almost catch him, almost see him. he'll blip away at the last minute, when he knows you saw him but you'll play it off as your imagination. it was only out of the corner of your eye, he's not really there...

you first officially meet him at the grocery store. you accidentally ran into him, although you swore he wasn't in your way in the first place. he wasn't there in the first place.

from there, you'll just so happen to run into him other places. your work, the small coffee shop you like to visit, outside your apartment building... he jokes that maybe you were fated to be friends, the world keeps pushing you two to cross paths. you don't know any better, and feel inclined to agree.

he'll try to romance you the traditional way from there. foster a friendship that he hopes turns romantic. only, he's been waiting and waiting and waiting and you're not showing any interest. though, there is this other person who's caught your interest...

they ghost you. they ghost you after feeding you affection, after leading you on. aero's there for you, your shoulder to cry on all the while hiding his red hands.

he's always been there for you, hasn't he? you're well aware of his feelings for you, he's made them very clear from the beginning. why not give him a chance?

he never had to force you to love him. he earned it. and that makes him all the more smug.

Vendetta:

he doesn't stalk you for long before he needs to take you

you wouldn't have even known about him until he kidnapped you, leaving you tied up in his bedroom where you can't escape

he is very possessive of you. he isn't afraid to make it known, just how much you are his, no matter what you or anyone else tries to tell him.

he's absolutely delusional, believing that you're in love with him . it's actually quite the opposite. you hate him for everything he's done, everything he's put you through

he was weird from your first encounter. really, your only encounter. he never let you leave after meeting you, he stole you away from your life upon seeing you for the first time, and he hasn't left you alone.

he'd give you meagre freedom. you can leave the house, but he's got you on a very short leash.

he's very prone to violent episodes. it's best if you make yourself scarce, if possible, during such times. remain quiet, out of sight. don't move. don't speak. it'll only put you in danger.

he's very cold towards you. you're unsure why, because he always claims he loves you, but he doesn't show it. he yells at you, he hits you, he frightens you, yet he tells you he is utterly and hopelessly in love with you. it doesn't make sense

it makes you question if he even knows what love is. you're too afraid to ask him—to speak to him at all, really—but the question nags at you. you begin to believe he has some skewered view of the feeling

he isn't afraid to kill in front of you. nor anyone else, for that matter. if someone's looking at you while you two are out, he won't hesitate to leave them looking similar to swiss cheese, then dip. there's possibly a bounty on your head in a few AUs, but you never need to go there again, do you?

he likes to touch you. hold you. remind himself you're real and alive and not one of his delusions.

sometimes in his more... tolerable... episodes, he'll wrestle you down and just. hold you. he'll mumble to himself and sometimes you catch concerning tidbits, but he doesn't do anything else. you're always glad he likes to act as the big spoon in those situations.

were you ever to get enough courage to try running away, he wouldn't hesitate to kill you. one well-aimed bone attack through that pretty little heart of yours, and you won't ever try running from him again

Pisces:

you've found yourself in the worst-best case scenario with this one. fallen into the famine-struck underground, fighting to survive, to not get eaten.

when you first stepped foot out of the ruins, into the beginning of snowdin forest, chilled to the bone (hehe), he was the first monster you'd met.

and you were lucky it was so. he was instantly smitten and knew he couldn't kill you. so he hid you away in his house, away from the other citizens, away from his brother. hidden you all for himself.

he'd never eat human, but sometimes, when you're asleep and prone and the hunger gets to be too much, he debates how easy it'd be to tear into you. how your blood would spurt out of you if he were to take a bite and tear a chunk of flesh out.

he leaves you alone for awhile after such thoughts. you are none the wiser as to why you're suddenly isolated from your only form of contact. maybe that's for the best.

he has an excuse to hurt others that he sees as a danger to you. it's either them or you. he knows if someone catches wind about you, they'll try to get you, try to take you away from him. he can't let that happen.

he's probably the most mellow of the bunch, but he doesn't have endless patience. he's working so hard to keep you safe, keep you hidden. he saved your life, you owe him. the least you can do is love him back. that's all he wants in return for everything he's done for you. it's easy to give him, isn't it?

you better not be picky, because he won't let you starve. he'll feed you more than himself in hopes of keeping you happy and healthy. just. make sure you don't reject anything he gives you, otherwise things may go south.

you did it once. one time, and never again. it was after a good while of being stuck in his room, long after the cabin fever set in. you were tired of eating the same things every day—berries and nuts picked from bushes deep within snowdin forest, sometimes the rare piece of meat that fell that wasn't from a human. you told him you weren't hungry, you were tired of eating the same things every day and seeing it made you lose your appetite. it sent him into a panic, terror and rage induced. you don't get to choose what you can eat down there, if you did he would have gladly fed you something other than the same things every day. he shoved the food down your throat, nearly asphyxiating you to the point of passing out. you never said anything about food to him again.

he was (almost) always gentle with you. quiet, almost meek in his actions. he always treated you like a scared kitten, slowly approaching, making sure you always heard where he was when he was in the room, stuff like that. the only exceptions were when he thought you were in danger, manhandling you into a safe place, oftentimes almost choking you to ensure you stayed quiet. sometimes you think you've got permanent bruises around your neck in the shape of his hands.

he adores you, despite everything. you're a little fallen angel, sent from above to let him know things could still turn out okay. his own little gift from whatever gods are out there, whoever took mercy on his miserable SOUL. there's still hope for good things.

#anon #anonymous #jester writes #undertale x reader #yandere #yandere sans #im too lazy to tag this fuck you #/lh #anyway im back baybee #new profile pic resurrected me #im writing again 😡

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