#Goya 24

[einaudis]

La absoluta belleza que es "LA SOCIEDAD DE LA NIEVE" ganando DOCE Premios Goya en 2024.

[nobrashfestivity]

Francisco José de Goya y Lucientes 

from Los Caprichos (The Caprices) Capricho No. 26: Ya tienen asiento (Now they are sitting well) Capricho No. 43: El sueño de la razón produce monstruos (The sleep of reason produces monsters) Capricho No. 39: Hasta su abuelo (And so was his grandfather) Capricho No. 25: Si quebró el cántaro (He broke the pitcher) Capricho No. 12: A caza de dientes (Out hunting for teeth) Capricho No. 24: No hubo remedio (There was no help) Capricho No. 61: Volavérunt (They have flown) Capricho No. 34: Las rinde el sueño (Sleep overcomes them) Capricho No. 17: Bien tirada está (It is nicely stretched)

[tygerland]

Francisco Goya Burial of the Sardine. 1816. Oil on wood: 82 × 62 cm (32 × 24 in).

[luxe-pauvre]

APRIL 2024

Read:

Objectifying Expression

A Reminiscence on Youth and Our Former Selves

Self-respect: its source, its power

The Ugly History of Beautiful Things: Perfume

Goya: Bearing true witness

Camera Mortis

‘Everything Is Terrible, but I’m Fine’

The Antilibrary: Why Unread Books Are The Most Important

How to fall back in love with reading

#24: The Emily Ratajkowski effect

Deep Medicine: How Artificial Intelligence Can Make Healthcare Human Again by Eric Topol

Watched:

why you keep buying books you don’t read*

Dune: Part Two

Scoop

Priscilla

Elvis

Listened To:

Oppenheimer (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)

Went To:

Yayoi Kusama @ Tate Modern

Women In Revolt! @ Tate Britain

Accidentally West Anderson: The Exhibition @ 85 Old Brompton Road

DIVA @ the V&A

The Cult of Beauty @ the Wellcome Collection

[segretecose]

list (alphabetical) under the cut

William-Adolphe Bouguereau, Dante and Virgil (1850) [5]

Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio, The Incredulity of Saint Thomas (1601) [18]

Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio (attributed to), Judith and Holofernes (1607) [11]

Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio, Tooth Puller (1609) [22]

Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio, David with the Head of Goliath (1610) [13]

Jan de Baen, The Corpses of the De Witt Brothers (1672-75) [25]

Valentin de Boulogne, Martyrdom of Saint Processus and Martinian (1629) [6]

Thomas Eakins, Portrait of Dr. Samuel D. Gross/ The Gross Clinic (1875) [30]

Artemisia Gentileschi, Judith Slaying Holofernes (Florence, 1614-21) [10]

Théodore Géricault, Arms and Legs: Anatomical Study (1818) [9]

Théodore Géricault, The Raft of Medusa (1818-19) [8]

Théodore Géricault, Anatomical Pieces (1819) [27]

Genoese School, Judith with the Head of Holofernes (17th century) [15]

Francisco de Goya, The Third of May 1808 (1814) [24]

Francisco de Goya, Saturn Devouring His Son (1819-23) [4]

Simon Marmion, Christ of Pity (1480) [17]

Caspar Netscher (attributed to), Slaughtered Pig (1660-62) [26]

Nicolas Poussin, Martyrdom of Saint Erasmus (1628) [7]

Nicolas Régnier, Saint Sebastian Tended by Saint Irene (1625) [20]

Ilya Repin, Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan (1883-85) [23]

Salvator Rosa, The Torture of Prometheus (1646-48) [2]

Pieter Paul Rubens, Prometheus Bound (1611-12) [1]

Pieter Paul Rubens, The Entombment (1612) [16]

Pieter Paul Rubens, Head of Medusa (1617-18) [29]

Pieter Paul Rubens, Saturn Devouring His Son (1636) [3]

Francesco Rustici, Saint Sebastian Tended by Saint Irene (1610-25) [21]

Chaim Soutine, Beef Carcass (1923) [28]

Eugène Trigoulet, The Precursor (1894) [14]

Rembrandt Van Rijn, Anatomy Lesson of Dr. Nicolaes Tulp (1632) [31]

Rembrandt Van Rijn, Salome Receives the Head of John the Baptist (1640-45) [12]

Rembrandt Van Rijn, Anatomy Lesson of Dr. Dejman (1656) [32]

François-André Vincent, Saint Sebastian (1789) [19]

[thealexandriaarchives]

I am going to limit myself to one Dune meta rant per 24 hours but while I work up the longer 'Bullfighting imagery in Villeneuve's Dune' breakdown post I am slightly obsessed with the thought of one of Goya's much lesser known pieces:

La Tauromaquia No. 18: Temeridad de Martincho en la plaza de Zaragoza

Which shows a famous Matador showing off for the crowd in the arena by meeting a charging bull head-on at short distance, while calmly sitting, with his feet shackled together so he cannot run.

And I uh... I dunno. I have just been thinking about this piece. And if anyone wants to draw or write or otherwise create anything inspired by it please DM me. I may have nothing but every Matador, painter, & poet needs a patron.

[animemusicbrackets]

HERES THE BRACKET. FINALLY. GOD.

sorry for the wait u_u

(Text version, with dates under the cut below)

For franchises that had more than one submission, I grouped them together so that after round 2, there will only be one contestant per franchise. to try to be fair or whatever, so that a small number of franchises dont dominate the bracket

yes i know mdzs and tgcf arent anime but its my poll tourney and i do what i want godbless

this might be too much to ask but please watch the videos if you can and vote based on that! idc how much you like or dislike the anime, how much do you like the OPENING. obviously this is for fun so you can do whatever but if possible i dont rly want this to be a popularity poll :')

propaganda welcome :)

Tag List: round 1 round 2 round 3 quarterfinals semifinals finals third place round propaganda bracket updates matches (the actual polls, not including any reblogs)

ROUND 1

PART A (5/6 12:00pm ET)

Match 1: "Peace Sign" - Kenshi Yonezu (My Hero Academia) {VS} "Hitamuki" - SUPER BEAVER (My Hero Academia) Match 2: "THE DAY" - Porno Graffitti (My Hero Academia) {VS} "H. T. [Humanoid Typhoon]" - Tsuneo Imahori (Trigun 1998) Match 3: "Kaen" - QUEEN BEE (Dororo 2019) {VS} "Naru" - PON (Tsurune: Kazemai High School Kyudo Club) Match 4: "DANZEN! Futari wa Pretty Cure" - Gojo Mayumi (Futari wa Pretty Cure) {VS} "Bye Bye" - 7!! (Kimi To Boku) Match 5: "Hikariare" - BURNOUT SYNDROMES (Haikyuu!!) {VS} "FLY HIGH!!" - BURNOUT SYNDROMES (Haikyuu!!) Match 6: "Gun's & Roses" - Paradise Lunch (Baccano!) {VS} "Flyers" - BRADIO (Death Parade) Match 7: "MAN HUMAN" - Denki Groove (Devilman Crybaby) {VS} "Goya no Machiawase" - Hello Sleepwalkers (Noragami) Match 8: "Maji LOVE 1000%" - STARISH (Uta no Prince-sama: Maji Love 1000%) {VS} "KICK BACK" - Kenshi Yonezu (Chainsaw Man)

PART B (5/8 12:00pm ET)

Match 9: "Papermoon" - Tommy heavenly6 (Soul Eater) {VS} "Resonance" - T.M. Revolution (Soul Eater) Match 10: "Hyadain no Kakakata☆Kataomoi-C" - Maeyamada Kenichi (Nichijou) {VS} "Parallel Hearts" - FictionJunction (Pandora Hearts) Match 11: "Easy Breezy" - chelmico (Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken!) {VS} "Bara wa Utsukushiku Chiru" - Koji Makaino (Rose of Versailles) Match 12: "Tank!" - The Seatbelts (Cowboy Bebop) {VS} "COLORS" - FLOW (Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion) Match 13: "Melissa" - Porno Graffitti (Fullmetal Alchemist 2003) {VS} "Golden Time Lover" - Sukima Switch (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood) Match 14: "Rain" - SID (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood) {VS} "Again" - YUI (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood) Match 15: "Monochrome Kiss" - SID (Black Butler) {VS} "Brand New World" - D-51 (One Piece) Match 16: "Smile Bomb" - Mawatari Matsuko (Yu Yu Hakusho) {VS} "Dream Island Obsessional Park" - Susumu Hirasawa (Paranoia Agent)

PART C (5/10 12:00pm ET)

Match 17: "R★O★C★K★S" - Hound Dog (Naruto) {VS} "Lovers" - 7!! (Naruto: Shippuden) Match 18: "Far Away" - Asian Kung-Fu Generation (Naruto) {VS} "Blue Bird" - Ikimonogakari (Naruto: Shippuden) Match 19: "Hero's Come Back" - Nobodyknows (Naruto: Shippuden) {VS} "BLOODY STREAM" - Coda (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) Match 20: "Aoi Hana" - Kikukodan (Sweet Blue Flowers) {VS} "Unravel" - TK (Tokyo Ghoul) Match 21: "Setsuna no Ai" - GRANRODEO (Bungo Stray Dogs) {VS} "Gurenge" - LiSA (Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba) Match 22: "Scar" - Tatsuya Kitani (Bleach) {VS} "Eternal Blaze" - Nana Mizuki (Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha A's) Match 23: "Sono Saki e" - RIRIKO (Children of the Whales) {VS} "Rondo-Revolution" - Masami Okui (Revolutionary Girl Utena) Match 24: "Motteke! Sailor Fuku" - Aya Hirano, Emiri Katou, Kaori Fukuhara, and Aya Endo (Lucky☆Star) {VS} "Moonlight Densetsu" - Dali, Moon Lips (Sailor Moon)

PART D (5/12 12:00pm ET)

Match 25: "99.9" - MOB CHOIR feat. sajou no hana (Mob Psycho 100) {VS} "1" - MOB CHOIR (Mob Psycho 100) Match 26: "99" - MOB CHOIR (Mob Psycho 100) {VS} "Kibou no Uta" - Ultra Tower (Food Wars) Match 27: "Departure!" - Masatoshi Ono (Hunter x Hunter) {VS} "Sakura Kiss" - Chieko Kawabe (Ouran High School Host Club) Match 28: "History Maker" - Dean Fujioka (Yuri!!! On ICE) {VS} "Kaikai Kitan" - Eve (Jujutsu Kaisen) Match 29: "Drunken Dreams of the Past" - Lin Zhixuan (Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation) {VS} "Connect" - ClariS (Puella Magi Madoka Magica) Match 30: "No Parting" - Jeff Chang (Heaven Official's Blessing) {VS} "Delicate ni Suki Shite" - Ota Takako (Mahou no Tenshi Creamy Mami) Match 31: "Kiss Me" - Celeina Ann and Nai Br.XX (Carole & Tuesday) {VS} "Sudachi no Uta" - Anemoneria (Wonder Egg Priority) Match 32: "A Cruel Angel's Thesis" - Yoko Takahashi (Neon Genesis Evangelion) {VS} "Shinzou wo Sasageyo" - Linked Horizon (Attack on Titan)

[fabforgottennobility]

GOYA La ribellione della ragione palazzo Reale, Milano 31/10/23 - 3/3/24

[sketchonista]

Stine Goya Spring-Summer ´24 shot at Copenhagen Fashionweek

[einaudis]

Me quedé dormida un rato y Matías ganó el Goya. Yaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!!!

[themuseumwithoutwalls]

MWW Artwork of the Day (2/22/24) Francisco Goya (Spanish, 1746-1828) Les Vieilles, or Time and the Old Women (c. 1810-12) Oil on canvas, 181 x 125 cm. Musée des Beaux-Arts, Lille

Exceptional in its way as a life-size Capricho, the scale makes the satirical purport the more forceful. But though the general meaning is clear -- the ridiculing of the pretentiousness and vanity of the rich and old and ugly -- the exact message 'Que tal?' ('How goes it?') on the back of the mirror is not spelt out. A similar theme, without the figure of Time, which is the subject of Plate 55 of Los Caprichos, has lent itself to interpretation as a reference to the Dowager Duchess of Osuna, and also to Queen María Luisa, renowned for her vanity and her ugliness.

[tina-aumont]

L'île Heureuse (1951)

L'Île Heureuse was a theatre play written by Jean-Pierre Aumont who wrote it for María Montez, it was directed and performed by Pierre Dux and María Montez and it was shown for the first time at Edouard VII Theater in Paris on January 24, 1951.

The play was a success, the actors made a well performance and María Montez received very beautiful acclaims from the critics.

This was the first of many theatre performances at théâtre Édouard-VII and then the play travelled to some other French cities always having great acclaim from the public and the critics, this fact made María got real interest in doing more stage plays.

Maria Montez plays the 25-year-old Spanish dancer Carlota Goya.

Very special thanks to @74paris for sharing this program.

[storiesbyrhi]

Bones and All - Chapter 5: Puppet Master

Eddie Munson/Reader Series Masterlist

Warnings: canon typical violence/gore, cuss words, weird parental relationships, animal farming/slaughterhouse referenced; discussion of religion; no beta; updated each chapter

Synopsis: A Bones and All AU. What do you hunger for?

Chapter Summary: It's called sexual cannibalism.

“It’s called sexual cannibalism,”

“You made that up,” you accused, grinning and poking Eddie in the chest.

Holding his hand over his heart, he pouted. “I’m wounded. Right in the heart. If I was gonna make somethin’ up, it would be way more… nuanced than that. But it is what it is. They… copulate, then she eats him. Sometimes she starts before they’ve even finished,”

“Copulate?”

“Shut up. He lets her eat him. You know why?”

Eddie was so used to spending time alone that he had forgotten how much he liked to put on a show. He liked to tell you stories, not just read from the collection in your bags.

You had made it out of the farm and drove far away from Hawkins. On route to Iowa, you had stopped for the night. Eddie parked behind a sketchy looking bar next to a roadhouse and gas station. Its neon sign boasted 24/7 hours. You could park there undetected.

“I don’t know. Is it like bees? One sting and they’re done?” you tried to guess while running your finger over the tattooed spider.

Eddie had stripped down to his blue and white patterned boxer shorts. All of the inked skin became visible, the absolute center of your attention. You had asked what they all meant. The black widow between his collarbone and heart was introduced first.

“Solid guess, but no. Theoretically, she’s gonna have his babies now. He lets her eat him so she’s full and nourished. Strong for the babies,”

“That’s romantic,” you marveled.

Eddie watched you tracing the spider and smiled. “I think so too,”

“I know this one. Goya.”

Below the black widow was a haunted face, consuming the meat of a body much smaller than his own. Saturn devouring his son. On Eddie’s left forearm, a swarm of bats, and further up the arm, a wyvern.

“Why not a dragon?” you asked.

“If anyone asks… because I used to play D&D… but, ah, maybe also something about dragons being the heroes. Wyverns can’t breathe fire. They can just… bite. Well, in D&D they have poison stingers too but outside of that they’re just…”

“I get it… And this one?”

“The puppet master… It’s pretty metal, don’t cha think?”

You giggled, despite yourself. “But?”

Eddie’s smile faded. “But, ah… Who’s pulling the strings? This little guy, the monster… He’s just doing his little demon thing. But there’s this thing looming over him. Controlling him… They, the tattoos, all… make me feel less alone somehow… Is that dumb?”

“No. It’s not…”

Laying on your sides facing each other under the blankets, Eddie closed the space and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?” you asked.

“Um, you know… Just on a daily basis.” A wide smile, but it felt sad.

“Do you think there’s something wrong with us?”

Eddie started to shake his head immediately. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Nothing.” He kissed you again, but on the lips. Arms snaked around you, pulling you into him.

…

Cedar Rapids wasn’t far; from Hawkins to there was technically only a six hour drive, give or take. However, you’d hung around Indiana too long. The farm, then stopping for the night. A sleep in, not waking up until someone banged on the side of the van.

“What the fuck you doin’ in there?”

Eddie rolled into the front. “Sorry, man. Must have lost track of time,” he lied in a fake apology.

“Yeah?” the guy said, eyeing Eddie off suspiciously. “Didn’t see you in there last night.” He flicked his head in the direction of the bar.

“Nah, we came from the roadhouse. Stopped for dinner. We’re on a little honeymoon road trip. You know how it is? See the lady in your life swallow a hotdog whole does something to a man.”

The guy frowned, confused at both the semantics and tone of Eddie’s words. “Are you taking the piss?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Eddie answered cheerily. “We’ll be off now.” He rolled up the window and started the van, not waiting for you to move.

“Eddie!” you squealed as he turned out of the parking lot and onto the road sharply.

“Mornin’ sunshine.”

Eddie kept his eyes on the road as you climbed into shotgun and started to look at your reflection in the sun visor’s mirror.

Cedar Rapids technically wasn’t far, but by lunchtime you realised Eddie was taking a not-particularly-scenic scenic route.

“Is the plan to follow the Mississippi north?” you half joked, watching the ‘Welcome to Missouri’ sign grow smaller in the van’s side mirror.

“Somehow never been this close to Ha- to, ah, Mark Twain’s hometown. Thought it might be cool,” Eddie explained, a small smile you couldn’t decode playing on his lips.

“Okay… How much time will this detour take?”

“You trying to get rid of me that quick, huh?”

“No! No, I just-”

“I’m joking! Jeez. You’re particularly tightly strung today,” he said, reaching out to ruffle your hair.

“Fuck off.”

Eddie gasped. “Fuck off?! Me? Why are you being such a meany?! You’re the one with Tom Sawyer in the back.”

You sighed, looked out the window for a few seconds then back at Eddie. His expression was neutral, posture relaxed. He managed to look good, even sleeping out of a van and overdue for a shower.

“I’m sorry.”

Eddie held his hand out, letting you take it and hold it in your lap. You looked down, studied the silver rings he wore. He could drive with one hand for miles if it meant you’d stay like that.

“Let’s get brunch… You can’t feel entirely shit with a warm meal in your belly.”

 “I’m always hungry,” you whispered sadly.

“Did it… Did it get worse the older you got? I feel like I hit sixteen and fuck, you know? Four years later and it’s… it’s…”

“Yeah… Yeah, I know.”

There were other times it felt like it got worse too. When characters in the books you read kissed. When a stranger on the bus smiled at you and you imagined your whole life together, fleeting normal thoughts that would not and could not ever eventuate. And, sometimes when the sun caught Eddie’s eyes and that deep brown turned golden. When Eddie scrunched up his nose like a bunny. When Eddie put on a funny voice or folded hair behind your ear or was anywhere near you. Fuck.

It was the same for Eddie, but he’d simplified it in his mind. He knew that being turned on meant fighting off the violent hunger. It’s why he, beautiful and charming, had limited experience with girls. Not nothing, he’d argue, but not a lot.

“I always need a smoke after,” Eddie said. That explained the smell of cigarettes.

“I’ve never seen you smoke,”

“You’ve never seen me eat,”

“The cowboy?”

“Yeah. Before I came out the… building. Whatever it was.”

You nodded, a myriad of colourful questions building up in your mind, like a kaleidoscope of curiosity, blood, and loneliness. None of the words seemed more urgent than the next, so you couldn’t focus.

“So when you said brunch… Did you mean… Like…” You kept one hand in Eddie’s and moved the other to tap on your window. The landscape wasn’t exactly a bustling little neighbourhood of corner coffee shops and alfresco dining.

 “Really riding my ass today, huh? We have supplies, Y/N. Haven’t you ever wanted to have a cute-as-shit picnic on the side of the road?” 

A little down the highway, Eddie pulled off onto a dirt road that led to what appeared to be a wooded area. The trees stood tall and proud, but in precise lines, neatly planted to be harvested when they were all grown up. There was nothing whimsical about the woods. They were born to die.

If Eddie thought it was morbid, he didn’t let on. He happily collected food and tools from the back of the van, then lead the way. He happily made arguably the best camp stove noodles you’d ever had, though they did little to satisfy you in any meaningful way. He happily watched you lay back on the blanket he’d set out, after you’d slurped down the noodles.

Eddie moved everything aside and laid next to you on his stomach, arms acting as a pillow. “I’m gonna tell you something. You gotta promise not to get angry.”

Immediately, your skin went cold with goosebumps and you felt your bottom lip being to quiver. Just as quickly you pulled yourself together and concealed it all.

“We’re not in Missouri because of Mark Twain- No, well, we are, but not just for him,” Eddie said.

There was a lightness in his voice and the final few syllables of his sentence had to form around a grin. It was then you realised your new world wasn’t about to explode.

He asked, “Do you know the name of the town? Where he’s from?”

“No,”

“Promise you’re not about to hit me,”

“Wh-”

“Just promise!” He was like a kid on Christmas.

“Fine. Fine. I promise,”

“Mark Twain was born-”

“Florida,” you interrupted.

“What?”

“He was born in Florida. Moved here when he was a baby.”

Eddie frowned, thought, then continued. “Okay. Mark Twain was born in Florida. Then, as a baby, moved here to…” he paused, gracefully motioning to you at the point of corrections. “Hannibal!”

The grin on his face was manic. He waited for your reaction.

“Hannibal?”

“Yeah! We’re going to Hannibal!”

You shook your head a little and shrugged.

“You’ve read King and Farris and like, Levin. You’ve got to have read Red Dragon!” He seemed genuinely outraged that you hadn’t connected the dots.

Oh. “Eddie…”

Hannibal the cannibal.

Eddie rolled onto his back and cackled, clapping his hands together.

“Seriously?”

He kept laughing.

“He’s the villain, you know. He’s beyond hell and all that biblical crap. He chooses to… to eat… to- We’re nothing like him.”

Eddie calmed down and lolled his head in your direction. “And just who crowned you queen of all that’s good and proper?”

“You don’t understand,”

“Y/N… you know I do… If we don’t laugh, what are we meant to do?”

You sat up and crossed your legs. “Do you wish you were normal?”

The smile dropped from Eddie’s face. “Think the real question is, even if we didn’t eat, would that guarantee that we’d be normal?” He could tell you weren’t impressed by his non-answer. “Of course, I wish I was normal. You know that… So, what are you really asking?”

You tried to think of anything other than the truth.

“Will Hannibal be a good place to teach me how to drive?” you asked, rather than answered.

Eddie let it slide. “If it’s good enough for Huck, it’s good enough for us.”

…

“You’re doing fine. You’re doing good,”

“Fuuuuck,” you whined in response.

Whenever you needed to switch gears, you’d forget to press the clutch. Crunching metal on unhappy metal.

“Just go slow. Stay in first gear. Just get used to steering.”

The backroads of Hannibal weren’t busy, but they weren’t exactly desolate. You’d never drawn more attention to yourself in all your life. Eddie was sure to flip the bird to each and every person that honked at you.

“Okay, that’s enough for today,” you said sharply, only pulling halfway off the road before slamming the hand break on and opening the door.

Eddie bit back a smile as you swapped seats.

“Alright, let’s go look at some lame tourist shit, then head north,”

“Yep,” you agreed.

“Find something to listen to?”

“One of your tapes?”

He nodded. There were a lot of cassettes in Eddie’s duffle; you’d already cycled through them at least once. While you were pulling his bag over to find something, Eddie switched on the radio. 

“…You know, we are all brothers and sisters even though we don’t often act like it. everyone in line at the supermarket checkout, everyone waiting with you at the stoplight, everyone you glimpse in passing on your way to work every morning…”

Eddie realised what it was before you did. The tell-tale self-righteousness in his deep but trembling voice gave the preacher away.

“That colleague of yours who can’t seem to say anything nice to or about anybody: she’s your sister. That thief who broke into your house and emptied out your jewellery box: he’s your brother. We must forgive one another!”

It was live. Voices called to the preacher, a chorus of, ‘Amen!’ and ‘Tell it, Rev!’

He went on, “And yet we cannot forgive one another until we have forgiven ourselves. That’s why we’re here, isn’t it? Forgiveness.”

You’d stopped looking for a tape, caught in the preacher’s grace.

“Anywhere you go, anywhere in this country, there’s nothing but Madonna and Jesus freaks on the radio.” Eddie yawned, his hand then reaching out to turn the radio off.

“Wait,” you stopped him.

“…The Lord says, ‘There is no peace for the wicked.’ Don’t we all want to know peace? Yes, yes, I tell you! Even the wickedest man alive years for peace…”

“Don’t tell me you’re buying this? Sure, they lure you in with all the happy stuff about love and acceptance, then after they’ve got you, they start telling you they need more money and Jesus doesn’t want you for a fair-weathered friend.”

You turned the volume up.

“Now I want to tell you something. We’ve been doing these Midnight Missions all across the country for quite some time now, and I’ve heard from all sorts of people. They’ve sinned against themselves, and they’ve sinned against each other. They stand up and they say, 'Reverend, sometimes it’s just too hard to be good.' And I say to them, Let the Lord in. Let Him in and He will show you how to be good.”

Eddie’s hand darted out and he turned the radio off. After a few moments of silence, he gently said, “I’m not… not gonna judge you or anythin’, but I really wouldn’t’ve pegged you for a… believer?” He’d hesitated over the last word, deciding on the right one.

“I’m not,” you clarified. Eddie looked relieved. “I just… It must be nice to have faith.”

Eddie’s thumb tapped on the steering wheel. “I don’t think… there’s a place for us in their picture of the world. If they knew what we were, they’d think hell was too nice for us.”

Saying nothing, you looked down at your lap of tapes. When you started to look through them again, Eddie felt guilty.

“Besides, Jesus wouldn’t want me on my best day, let alone my worst.” It was a joke, but when you didn’t laugh or respond at all, Eddie’s other fingers joined in the tapping.

You put a mix tape in, not really caring about the music.

“If there’s a hell, you don’t get sent there for things you can’t help,” Eddie nearly whispered.

You looked at him. “What if we were meant to… you know, kill ourselves.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes. “Pretty sure that’s a sin?”

“What if…”

He waited for you to finish, but you never did.

The town of Hannibal was whizzing by. It wasn’t until you’d crossed it, turning onto a road that would lead out of it, that you both saw the Ferris wheel. The sun was low, the sparkling lights on the wheel twinkling up in the dusk sky.

A carnival.

The mood in the van flipped in an instant. You looked at each other, grinning. You forgot about everything – the letter from your mum, heaven and hell, and all the carnival nights you’d taken away from other people. For that one perfect second, you even forgot their names.

End Note: At the age of four, Samuel Langhorne Clemens, better known by his pen name of Mark Twain, moved to Hannibal, Missouri. It became the inspiration for St. Petersburg, the town featured in The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. ✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫* the more u know *✫ﾟ･｡*.☆.｡ﾟ･ﾟ*✫

They do not go to Hannibal in the book. I suspect this is because it’s a dumb joke but I am still proud of it.

The preacher's dialogue and some of Eddie’s lines are directly lifted from the novel. Again, I urge you to read it and see how insanely eddiecore it is.

Fic Taglist: @harrys-tittie @azydrateanatomy @pussy-drunk @mrsdollardog

Eddie Taglist: @solomons-finest-rum @ruinedbythehobbit @munsonlives @sweetpeapod @depressooo-expressooo-blog @thorfemmes @hawkins-high @corrodedhawkins @grungegrrrl @lilzabob @mymoonisalways-in-scorpio @averagemisfit03 @ches-86 @ilovecupcakesandtea @onehotgreasymechanic @hazydespair @lacrymosa-24 @mel-the-fangirl

[cyssiesdiary]

100 Things I Want To Do Before I Die

Inspired by Zom 100

Do ballet

Perform the lac des signes

Get married

Drive an F1 car

Drive a motorcycle

Go to an F1 Grand Prix

Go to a Formula E GP

Climb a mountain

Release Music

Be the lead in a movie

Go on a Safari

See the Norwegian fjords

Go to Monaco

See the Northern Lights

Read the Whole Bible

Get my Master’s Degree 

Have a 4.0 GPA

Draw a self-portrait 

Paint a mural

See every Caravaggio paintings irl

See every Monet paintings irl

See every Goya Art piece irl

See every Basquiat paintings irl

Sculpt something

Plant a tree

Give a speech

Create a clothing brand

Do pottery

Work at a farm

Swim in the ocean

Hold a Spider

Perform a play

Go scuba diving

Go skiing

Get fluent in German

Get fluent in Mandarin

Get fluent in Italian

Get fluent in Korean

Eat at every Michelin 3 star restaurants in Paris

Get a cat

See a show on Broadway

Tour Tuscany alone

Get a bellybutton piercing

Make a vlog

Play a Tennis match against Serena Williams

Go see a ballet

Go see an Opera

Finish One Piece (or get up to date)

Interview Lewis Hamilton

Try out MMA

Get my driver's license

Learn how to ollie

Go whale watching in Iceland

Get a facial

Get laser

Go to Busan

Go Snorkling

Get to 58 kg

Have abs

Play golf

Stay in a luxury hotel

Stay the night in a castle

Go to Scotland

Travel with my bestie

Get a car

Do a concert

Do a 24h fast

Finish a giant(ish) lego

Read all of the books in my library

Make notes on every book in my library

Go on a road trip with friends

Go to the 24 Hours of Le Mans

Go to a moto GP

Visit Japan

Go to Transilvania

Go to Ibiza

Visit Australia

Go to Venice

Visit the Forbidden City in Beijing

Interview Daniel Ricciardo

Glow Up

See the Kilimanjaro

Go to Cusco, Peru

Donate Blood

Go skydiving

Go to New York City alone

Get a camera

Get an instant film camera

Go on a blind date

Make a music video

Win an escape game

Complete a triathlon

Visit the Admont Abbey Library

Model

Take pretty ID pictures

Learn how to do the splits

Visit Switzerland

Get rid of my acne

Move out

Become financially independent

[castielsparkle]

hehe i saw a poll meme going around thats like 'make a 24 hour poll, work 10 mins on each wip for every vote it gets' so!!!<3

[fashionbooksmilano]

Han Yuchen   Tibet. Splendore e Purezza

a cura di Nicolina Bianchi

Skira, Milano 2022, 96 pagine, 70 ill.a colori, 22 x 28 cm, cartonato, Italiano Inglese, ISBN 9788857248790

euro 30,00

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Mostra Palazzo Bonaparte, Roma 2022 organizzata da Arthemisia in collaborazione con Segni d’Arte e con il patrocinio di Roma, a cura di Nicolina Bianchi e Gabriele Simongini

L'arte del grande maestro della pittura a olio della Cina contemporanea Han Yuchen Il Tibet, la sua gente, i suoi paesaggi, la sua anima. Un’immersione nella bellezza naturale e spirituale del Tibet, il “Tetto del mondo”, ma anche una galleria di ritratti di chi quell’immenso altopiano lo vive. Tibet. Splendore e purezza testimonia – attraverso oltre cinquanta opere, molte delle quali di grandi dimensioni – il profondo legame morale e spirituale che unisce la famosa regione autonoma della Cina all’insigne pittore cinese Han Yuchen.Un artista molto legato ai valori tradizionali e alla qualità della pittura ma anche caratterizzato da una fortissima passione per l’arte europea dell’Ottocento, tanto da aver creato nel 2007 il Museo d’Arte Han Yuchen nella città di Handan, con opere di Millet, Corot e Goya, solo per citare tre nomi eccelsi. Ricollegandosi soprattutto all’esempio di Millet, il Maestro cinese ha fatto di una pittura limpida e poetica il suo segno di riconoscimento, una cifra stilistica diretta e semplice come la vita dei tibetani che ha scelto di immortalare, rievocando per certi aspetti un realismo di matrice ottocentesca, ricco di valori etici e ideali, che si fonde con le capacità tecniche sviluppate in Cina nell’ambito della pittura ad olio. Una volta individuati i soggetti più coinvolgenti, Han Yuchen li traduce – attraverso un’indubbia sapienza pittorica e una spiccata capacità di elaborare ampie sintesi paesaggistiche o meticolosi dettagli – in ritratti e opere dove le vesti, gli ornamenti e gli oggetti della vita quotidiana o delle cerimonie ci restituiscono un’immagine emozionante del lontano Tibet.

24/03/23

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