“To arrive at the simplest truth, as Newton knew and practiced, requires years of contemplation. Not activity. Not reasoning. Not calculating. Not busy behavior of any kind. Not reading. Not talking. Not making an effort. Not thinking. Simply bearing in mind what it is one needs to know. And yet those with the courage to tread this path to real discovery are not only offered practically no guidance on how to do so, they are actively discouraged and have to set abut it in secret, pretending meanwhile to be diligently engaged in the frantic diversions and to conform with the deadening personal opinions which are continually being thrust upon them.”
— George Spencer Brown, The Laws of Form (1969) freelance-philosopher
in the beginning i was so young and such a stranger to myself, i hardly existed
i walked, all one spring day, upstream, sometimes in the midst of the ripples, sometimes along the shore. my company were violets, dutchman’s breeches, spring beauties, trilliums, bloodroot, ferns rising so curled one could feel the upward push of the delicate hairs upon their bodies. my parents were downstream, not far away, then farther away because i was walking the wrong way, upstream instead of downstream. finally i was advertised on the hotline of help, and yet there i was, slopping along happily in the stream’s coolness. so maybe it was the right way after all. if this was lost, let us all be lost always. the beech leaves were just slipping their copper coats; pale green and quivering they arrived into the year.
my heart opened, and opened again. the water pushed against my effort, then its glassy permission to step ahead touched my ankles. the sense of going toward the source.
i do not think that i ever, in fact, returned home.
mary oliver ⎠ blue iris ⎠ upstream
eiko jones ⎠ tadpoles
Had a sudden thought that I wanted to consult with you, if that's okay: how often have Batman and Catwoman had huge relationship conversations/arguments in front of Waylon? I'm thinking about the time he told her he loved her + breaking her batsignal. Two nickels, weird that it happened twice, you know? It's like BatCat decided Croc didn't have enough personal problems and kindly shared their own. Do they think he won't judge because he lives unloved in the sewers? They're probably wrong.
I had not thought about these scenes in conjunction with each other previously, but that is SO FUNNY... he's seen their highs… their lows…
Unfortunately I can't think of any more examples off the top of my head (the THINGS I would do for the ability to filter a character's "appearances" page on the DC Database for other characters... ), but Waylon witnessing dramatic BatCat moments post-New 52 might just be an extension of his having a front row seat to Selina's relationship drama in general. He caught a lot of Selina's deeply messy relationship with Eiko as a result of being the only other Batman villain who wasn't angry at her during her "Queen of Gotham" girlboss phase.
ID: A set of 10 images. They are of the listed characters from Yandere Simulator in front of a flag splice of their listed identities, with a white outline. Next to each image is a version without the character. END ID
Gaku Hikitsuri Yandere Simulator is a trans bi darcian who uses he/him pronouns!
Eiko Nunomaki is a nonbinary genderqueer bisexual who uses she/they pronouns!
Enji Yodogawa is a GNC bigender lesbian trans girl who uses she/her pronouns!
Fred Jones is a bi solian who uses he/him pronouns!
Geiju Tsuburaya is a gay nonbinary girl who uses all pronouns!
Hello again, Hannah! I'm here to bring inspiration to you! I maigine Blue Jones in some type of Haunted Mansion vibes because we all know this man is a creep on creeps! I envision the reader wearing dress from Eiko Ishoka (think of Mirror Mirror or Dracula). Blue Jones is a man of mystery, no? Phantom of the Opera meets Haunted Mansion! The possibilities are endless!
Hi Giona! Thank you for the inspiration! 💕 This is giving Dark Romance and I am here for it 🙌
When your friends told you about the party Mr. Jones was holding at his mansion, you didn't know if you should go or not. Sure, the little voice in the back of your head was trying its best to scream at you that this was NOT a good idea, but the bigger voice inside was already piecing together outfits from your closet.
In the end, you made a last minute decision to go. You picked out your finest dress- an emerald green gown with what seemed like a million layers of lace and ruffles, topped with an elegant row of ivory feathers around the neckline. Your favorite part was the golden embroidered flowers that danced along the bottom half of the dress, and at the edge of its widened sleeves.
You wore your hair up in an elegant bun, a few wild curls laid along the back of your neck and next to your ears. Considering the length of the dress, you decided to wear a pair of simple black heels, knowing they would be the most forgiving on your feet after what you knew would be a long night.
When you arrived to the mansion you felt somewhat underwhelmed. Sure, it was a beautiful building with an even better property, but the fact that it wasn't taken care of properly made it unattractive. The garden was filled with weeds, vines climbed high along the walls of the building, and there seemed to be this awful feeling in the pit of your stomach when you looked at the building that you couldn't quite describe.
Though, your disappointment came to an end when you saw the buildings interior. The walls were just the right shade of off white, which pared well with it's mahogany floors. And just like your dress, the ceiling was decorated with detailed golden flowers, all meeting together to form one big flower in the center. Your mouth was agape with wonder as you studied the gorgeous details of the home.
While you were distracted, you didn't notice the pair of eyes that were studying you. In the mix of the large crowd of company, Mr. Blue Jones couldn't keep his eyes off of you. Though he was supposed to be discussing business with a couple of his partners, the matter didn't seem important anymore. After he rudely interrupted their conversation with a muttered, 'Excuse me,' he made his way over to you.
You were pulled from your state of wonder with the feeling of chills on your neck, a harsh wave that didn't seem to go away. You rubbed the back of your neck attempting to soothe them, when you heard him. "Excuse me Miss. I don't believe we've met." And when you turned to see the owner of the voice, you could only assume that it was Mr. Jones. This man commanded too much power to not be the host.
You gave him your name and he mumbled it back to himself with a grin, almost like he was piecing together a puzzle and he found the last piece. "And I assume you're Mr. Jones?" You asked, already knowing the answer.
"Smart girl." He mumbled. Then he held out his arm, gesturing for you to take it. And going against that feeling in your gut again, you hooked your arm around his. He proceeded to lead you around the room, slowly making his way outside while droning on and on about the history of the building. Which you would have loved if it we're for the fact that this guy gave you every red flag in the book.
But when he sat you down on a bench in his unremarkable garden, you noticed the way the moonlight danced across his pale skin, making him impossibly lighter. The way his eyes couldn't focus on just one thing for too long, or the way his hair would fall back onto his forehead no matter how many times he pushed it back with his hand.
While he honestly gave you the creeps, there was something desirable about him. Almost like he was drawing you in so he could capture you. A Venus Flytrap came to mind as a comparison. Though, you didn't know if it would be such a bad thing if he did..
"Ah, look at me rambling.. Maybe we should head back inside?" Mr. Jones mumbled, noticing how you weren't even paying attention to him anymore.
Only God knows why you decided to lean in closer to him, ignoring his question as you pressed your lips against his. You were absolutely terrified, and when he kissed you back, you knew you were in for it. But what, you didn't know.
#part of me wants to change my avatar to one of these pieces but i cannot bring myself to take away the 2019 rumple i have had for two years
My Top Posts in 2022:
Today is the day! The Il Sistina production of CATS opens tonight (07 December 2022) in Rome!
Below are some more specific character photos, outside of larger group photos.
Jacopo Pelliccia as Gatto Giò (Bustopher Jones, a separate character in this production).
Photos taken by Gianluca Sarago.
Gaia Soprano as Cassandra.
See the full post
133 notes - Posted December 7, 2022
Everyone generally knows what the Rumpus Cat looks like in traditional productions, right? A bit silly, with funky hair and red eyes.
Meanwhile in Japan, the modern Rumpus Cat looks like this:
The hero we never knew we needed.
(Fukuoka 2021, January 2022; Kenshin Mori as Rumpus Cat, Miki Okudaira as Jellylorum, Eiko Kataoka as Rumpleteazer, Yuki Takahashi as Old Deuteronomy, Taijun Kanemoto as Munkustrap, and Yurie Sato as Bombalurina. Almost fully hidden is Haruaki Tamai as Mungojerrie.)
141 notes - Posted February 21, 2022
Rehearsals have started for the production of CATS at Teatro Sistina in Italy, starting 07 December 2022, an officially licensed non-replica from RUG.
The designs are interesting in that they have reference sheets for both the makeup and costume.
See the full post
149 notes - Posted November 9, 2022
The promotional pictures for the UK/International Tour 2022 have been posted!
See the full post
181 notes - Posted May 31, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
I never uploaded these pictures last year, so I figured now would be a fun time to celebrate Pride Month again. Who better than with my favourite cast of Cats in Vienna?