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[coco-colada]

Mes 30 albums préférés de 2024 classés selon leur pochette (2 sur 2)

15. Sloan Lucas - Dommage

(rap queb)

Après avoir écouté en boucle les deux EPs précédents de la rappeuse, j'avais des hautes attentes pour cet album, et j'ai pas été déçu! Toutes les lines de Sloan Lucas sont fortes, prenez des notes. ✍️ La toune Je pense qu'on va perdre m'a aidé à passer au travers des derniers mois, alors que tout acte de militantisme ou de travail sur soi semble faire fuckall, ça fait du bien d'avoir ce genre de mantra.

14. Original Gros Bonnet - Le Vide

(rap queb, jazz)

Non, vous n'hallucinez pas, c'est la deuxième apparition d'un rectangle blanc sur cette liste! Nettement plus à son avantage ici dans son habitat bleu monochrome naturel.

13. King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Flight b741

(rock psychédélique, blues)

Imaginez ça: Vous marchez dans la rue, vous venez de finir de travailler, et vous entendez un riff de guitare festif au dessus de vous. Vous levez la tête et vous apercevez 8 petit cochons volant à toute vitesse à bord d'une grange-avion. Ça vous donne les larmes aux yeux.

12. Amyl and the Sniffers - Cartoon Darkness

(punk, garage)

Amyl and the Sniffers réussit à donner suite à son excellent album Comfort to Me en livrant ici un projet tout aussi catchy, énergique et plein de personnalité. Toutefois, malgré un effort valable de la part du gars en arrière sur la photo, la pochette n'arrive pas tout à fait au niveau du cover précédent (qui était réalisé par le talentueux Bráulio Amado).

11. Keys To The Astral Gates And Mystic Doors - Keys To The Astral Gates And Mystic Doors II

(black metal)

Ce band s'ajoute aux nombreux projets que je découvre, à chaque année, simplement grâce à leur cover intriguant. Les drôles de poses que font les membres, leur logo qui est complètement absurde, vraiment, j'aurais dû classer cet album là plus haut. 🤨

10. Tierra Whack - WORLD WIDE WHACK

(rap, pop)

La niche ultra joueuse et enfantine que Tierra Whack s'est creusé se manifeste en un magnifique Pierrot, ici, pour accompagner ses paroles explicitement suicidaires.

9. P'tit Belliveau - P'tit Belliveau

(country, hyperpop, rock)

À mon avis l'un des albums les plus cool de l'année. Mais bon, c'est pas surprenant venant de ma part, parce que le projet emprunte pas mal à un duo que j'adore, 100 gecs, et ce autant au niveaux des thèmes que de la sonorité. C'est un album chaotique, vraiment l'fun d'un bout à l'autre, sur lequel P'tit Belliveau a l'air de s'amuser au max tout en se permettant d'être sensible par moments (L'église de St. Bernard). Toutefois, la toune Comfy avec Fouki est insupportale. J'peux pas croire que c'est la plus écoutée de l'album sur Apple Music, voyons câlisse... 😪

8. Mannequin Pussy - I Got Heaven

(hardcore punk, grunge)

Ce que j'aime de ce cover là c'est qu'il semble exister sur la frontière weird entre le rendu 3D et la vraie vie. (Malgré que ce soit bel et bien une vraie photo!) L'album occupe, lui aussi, un entre-espace, il arrive à naviguer dans le mince couloir où coule la beauté au milieu de la colère.

I’m on an endless march to nothingness With only breath inside my chest And the promise of a life That you deserve, that you thought best I’m stuck inside my loneliness I’m stuck inside my grief I wish i could have been there To save you from the reach I am spiteful like a god Seek a vengeance like the rest For what they did to you I will never lay to rest

7. Autre Part - Le pire est à venir

(post-rock)

Encore une fois, un band que j'ai découvert grâce à leur magnifique pochette. L'artiste Kevin Martel a fait une maudite belle job, ça donne le goût d'acheter l'album en vinyle, mais genre un esti de gros vinyle de 15-16 pieds de large.

6. underscores - Wallsocket (Director's Cut)

(indie rock, hyperpop)

Un espèce de Joe Biden pas clair qui s'est infiltré dans un lobby de GTA San Andreas: impossible de pas être curieux.se en voyant cette peinture là.

5. Iglooghost - Tidal Memory Exo

(club expérimental, electronica)

J'ai beaucoup de respect pour des concepts photographiques weird poussés jusqu'au bout, et celui là est juste génial. En plus, l'album sonne exactement comme le cover!

4. Conifère - L'Imp​ô​t du Sang

(black metal, punk, queb)

Je suis tellement prévisible, of course que j'allais adorer une pochette d'album black metal qui reprend les codes classique du genre mais avec une twist full colorée. En plus, c'est de l'excellent black metal aux riffs punk rock, en français svp, directement du Québec! Et puisque c'est toujours une de mes préoccupations quand il est question de black metal: Conifère semble 100% legit et n'a rien à voir avec les tabarnak de nazis qui polluent la scène.

3. Cure-Pipe - J'ai trouvé Jésus

(garage, rock psychédélique)

Ça fond dans bouche ce beau cover là.

2. Charli XCX - brat

(pop, club)

Sans aucun doute, la pochette la plus iconique de l'année. 💚 On peut penser ce que veut de l’esthétique volontairement cheapette low effort, mais en bout de ligne, ça fait son effet et Charli s'est littéralement approprié une teinte de vert pour l'année au complet.

1. Brutalismus 3000 - GOODBYE SALÒ

(techno, house)

VOICI MA POCHETTE PRÉFÉRÉE DE 2024! 🏆 Si on regarde les années précédentes, j'ai visiblement un type. 😫 Autant j'adore les trucs ultra éclectiques, surchargés et maximalistes, difficile d'argumenter contre la force du combo: police bold + photo inquiétante + palette rouge et noir.

Malheureusement, notre première position est teintée d'une controverse... Quelques mois après la sortie du EP, le duo allemand a inexplicablement décidé de CHANGER le cover du projet (??!!). J'ai tenté de trouvé la raison, en vain. 😥 La nouvelle pochette est correcte, j'imagine, mais la brebis est indétrônable! 🐑

Merci d'avoir parcouru ma liste! J'espère que vous avez pu découvrir quelques trucs intéressants, et je vous invite à me partager vos albums et vos pochettes préférées de la dernière année! 😊💜💚

[ananke-xiii]

[guyswiththickglasses]

Olympic gymnast Stephen Nedoroscik, who is farsighted and has strabismus. That didn't stop him from getting a bronze medal for the pommel horse!

[minty-bubblegum]

THIS SONG IS UNREAL OMG

[sovaghoul]

God didn't give me a dick because he also didn't give me depth perception

[pan-fried-autism]

how bad is merrel's eyesight without glasses?

Blurry and dizzy.

[rudjedet]

Another day another medical condition* I've had to self-diagnose because the people who might conceivably be expected to be aware of what it is, well, aren't aware of it

*anisometropia; a substantial difference between the refractive power of each individual eye, especially (but not limited to) when one eye is myopic and the other is hyperopic, which leads to double vision** because the brain cannot unify the two images any longer

**not every difference between individual refractive power will lead to these issues and not every instance of double vision is due to anisometropia, I've just already excluded all other possibilities

[nb-octopus-writes]

The Lines that Guide Us, Chapter One

Thank you to @ccspie for the title!

Wordcount: 2K

Inspired by this lovely art by @fanartfunart!

[AO3]

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Logan did not like his soulmark.

As a child, Logan had frequently insisted his parents regale him with the story of how their marks had formed, and how they had met. He had read every book their library had on the subject of soulmarks, on the various types that existed and what information could be gleaned from them. 

He had speculated endlessly about just what form his own soulmark would take, up until he had turned fifteen and the mark appeared on his skin.

Now Logan had four dark lines on his forearm. He looked like he had drawn on himself with a thick marker, and he had gained no information of what kind of person his soulmate was likely to be, nor how he was to find them.

So no, Logan did not like his soulmark.

Nowadays, Logan generally wore long sleeves to prevent others from commenting on his soulmark. He had quickly tired of receiving unasked-for speculation on its meaning, and sympathy from strangers on its lack of usefulness grated even worse. He knew it was generally unhelpful already; he did not need to be reminded of it regularly.

It was best not to dwell on it, he had decided. However fate intended to bring his soulmate into his life, it clearly did not want Logan to help it along.

He was not prepared for the mark to change.

It was a subtle change, and if Logan had been undressing in poorer light, he would have missed it entirely. The soulmark was still the same shape, still four thick lines on his arm, but they were no longer all ink black.

Three of the lines were the same as they had been since the day they'd formed, but the fourth had lightened into purple.

When had it changed? Soulmarks did change sometimes, Logan knew. He just hadn't expected his to be one of them. It was not a countdown or a compass, or any of the other marks that updated frequently. It had not been an outline waiting to be filled in, or the mark of a first touch that would bloom on contact.

The change had to mean something, but what?

Standing in just his underwear, pajamas forgotten in favor of this new puzzle, Logan traced a finger thoughtfully along the purple line. As before, the skin felt smooth and unblemished. If he closed his eyes, he wouldn't even be able to tell there was a mark there at all.

It had been black this morning. Logan hadn't specifically checked it, but he did not think he would have overlooked such a difference. While he didn't wear his glasses in the shower, he was myopic, not hyperopic, and could see his own body clearly without them. Additionally, the lighting in his bathroom was good, and the color change, while subtle, was certainly noticeable.

The mark must have changed today, then. Something significant must have occurred.

Logan thought back through his day. It had been fairly standard, all things considered. He had gotten up, showered, dressed, eaten breakfast, and gone to work, where he had spent a very typical day making coffee and other hot beverages.

Had one of the customers been his soulmate?

Logan's blood chilled. Had he met his soulmate today, without realizing it, without recognizing them, or they him?

He had not bothered to put any of the faces to memory, indifferent to the steady stream of tired strangers seeking caffeine. If asked, there was no way Logan could pick a single one of them out of a crowd.

He had not thought it was important, but now… Had he missed his only chance to find his soulmate?

No. No, it couldn't be over. Not yet, not now. His soulmate was out there, somewhere in this town, and they would meet again. Someday. Hopefully soon.

Logan looked at his soulmark again. Four lines, and one of them purple. What could it mean? Four chances, perhaps? Four times their paths would cross, four opportunities to recognize each other before their lives diverged again.

Maybe. It was just a guess, but there had to be some significance to the fact that only one line had changed color. Although, if they signified four chances, he would have expected them to change in order, from top to bottom or bottom to top. Instead, the purple line was the third down from his wrist.

Logan sat down at his desk and opened his computer. Sleep could wait. He had more research to do.

~ ~

Virgil’s soulmates were going to hate him on first sight, and he had the words on his skin to prove it. Lucky him, having multiple people destined to have their lives twined around his, and destined to think he was a stormy nightmare.

Maybe that was why he had four of them, the universe trying to compensate for the rough matches, as though quantity could replace quality. Wasn't the whole point of soulmates that they were the one, the best person for you, someone guaranteed to love you better than anyone else? Why dilute it across four soulbonds?

Virgil breathed. Dwelling on it wasn't helping. It never did. He breathed, deliberately, and shifted his thoughts. Two of his soulmates didn't sound like they were going to despise him from the moment they laid their eyes on him, he reminded himself.

Probably. One of them he honestly couldn't tell, because he had no clue what the words on his arm even meant. It could be something bad. But the other was a kind sentiment.

Not that Virgil eating pavement or something was going to be a much better first impression, but at least his soulmate was going to be concerned for him, rather than annoyed or calling him a klutz. Hopefully, whatever incident was going to result in his soulmate's first words to him being “Oh my goodness, are you okay?” won't hurt too much.

And at least the other three phrases were very unique. They might come up in a random conversation at some point — or, at least, the two insults might; seriously, he didn't know a single scenario where the other would ever be a reasonable thing to say to him — but they seemed unlikely opening phrases. When Virgil met his soulmates, he would be able to recognize them.

He just didn't know if they were going to want him.

Virgil pushed the matter from his mind. It was going to return again; it always did, but for now, he had arrived at his new favorite coffee shop, and he just wanted to relax and enjoy it.

The shop was not particularly busy, and Virgil had only a short wait before he was at the front of the line and placed his order. Stepping out of the way of the next person, Virgil put his headphones back on — music playing softly, just enough to down out background noise without hiding important sounds, but he'd taken them off to order because people tended to complain he was being rude if he had them on during a conversation, no matter if he could still hear them fine — and watched the second barista prepare his drink.

When the drink was ready, the man looked back at him and nodded as he placed it on the pickup counter. Virgil stepped up to claim it, and noticed the man's gaze lingering on him, a smile playing across his lips. Not a customer service smile, something real. Virgil didn't know what there was to smile at him about, and eyed him dubiously.

“What?” Virgil demanded. 

The barista looked startled, and then he opened his mouth and the most unlikely words came out.

~ ~

Over the past few weeks, Logan had worked to pay more attention to the people who came into the coffee shop. It was somewhat tiring, trying to note and remember each person, but it had its benefits. He had started to recognize regulars, to learn who came in on a regular schedule, and who appeared more sporadically.

The shop was small and usually not so busy that they needed to call out names when completing orders, but they still took them down. Logan began to put names to faces and to drinks, and began to recognize favorites.

Pamela, who arrived every weekday morning in variously colored professional pantsuits, always bought a pastry and a mocha. Remy appeared at all hours of the day, sometimes even twice or three times in the same day, and usually bought something iced, though his flavors varied. Virgil, the quiet emo who always wore headphones and rarely made eye contact, favored the less caffeinated side of the board, and occasionally purchased a sandwich that he then ate at the most secluded table. The man with wild energy and an eclectic bold wardrobe who had given a different name every time Logan had seen him always wanted an unusual flavor combination and too many shots of caffeine. Valor was a college student of indeterminate gender — deliberately and delightfully so — who regularly came in for late-night study sessions.

There were more, many more, and Logan was doing his best to retain all the information he had picked up. It was interesting to note how the steady stream of complete strangers had been transformed into a group of people that Logan almost felt as though he knew. It took effort, yes, and it could be taxing, but it also made work more pleasant.

Today, Virgil had ordered a white hot chocolate, and as Logan handed it off, he noted that the man's hoodie sported a new patch on the arm, done in the same plaid fabric that dotted the rest of the clearly beloved garment. Logan wondered if Virgil did the mending himself, or if he had a friend who sewed. The visible stitches were large and messy, but in a way that seemed deliberate, and given how sturdy the patches seemed, Logan suspected that the actual fastening was done with much smaller stitches in a less obvious color.

“What?” Virgil said, and Logan realized he had been looking at him for longer than was standard for this type of interaction, and worse, his face had been making an expression without his doing so intentionally.

What expression had it been? Logan had not made it deliberately, hadn't been paying attention to it as it occurred, and had to recall. In doing so, he failed to appropriately translate from the inside of his head to words most people would use.

“You seem to have caused my zygomaticus muscles to contract,” Logan said as explanation, and then as Virgil's expression changed as well, realized that he should have taken the time to change the phrasing.

“What,” Virgil said again, in a very different tone, one that Logan had trouble identifying. “What does that mean!?”

He slammed his drink back on the counter and used his now free hand to pull back the sleeve of his hoodie.

“This has mystified me for years, the fudge does it mean!?” he demanded again, shoving his now bare arm toward Logan, and Logan…

There were words on Virgil’s arm, the very words that Logan had just said, written in a dark blue ink as though by Logan's own hand.

Several thoughts swirled in Logan's mind as he looked at Virgil's soulmark. Instead of any of them, he said, “You could have looked it up.”

“Oh–fuck you!” Virgil said, pulling his sleeve back down.

“Apologies,” Logan answered, and lifted a hand to trace the line of his zygomaticus major, starting near his lip and moving up and back. “Here. It aids in a number of expressions. I had not realized I was engaging it.”

Virgil squinted at him. Logan shrugged.

“I was admiring your jacket,” he said. “I enjoy visible mending techniques, and I was wondering if you had repaired it yourself.”

Virgil looked down at his sleeves. “I… yeah. Yeah, I did. I–” He looked back at Logan. “You're my soulmate.”

“I am,” Logan agreed, now wondering if the shade of Virgil's patches matched the purple on his own arm. He glanced at the other people nearby. The line was not long, but Logan's coworker at the till and the four people waiting in line had all stopped what they were doing to watch them. It was uncomfortable, having such an important moment so publicly. “We are holding up the line,” Logan said, and checked his watch. “I have a break in a little under half an hour. Would you like to join me for it, and… talk?”

Virgil hesitated, then nodded. He retrieved his drink and stepped back. With a final glance in Logan's direction,  he retreated to his usual table.

[aczi25]

put in flats but have to stop for today maybe i'll have some time in the weekend

i really like this (very unfinished) skech i think i'll turn it into an ilustracion at some point

[paikothecateater]

Ik you pretty much said this already but sight headcannons for the Nordics? Like their glasses prescriptions

Hello child, also sure!

Sweden is hyperopic or 'long sighted' it's very severe. +5.25 to be exact.

Iceland is myopic. It's also pretty severe, but that's not the problem. -4.0, -4.25. The problem is that if Iceland wears glasses he won't be able to adjust his vision properly because he hasn't worn them until more recently in his life. He wears one contact lense only on his dominant eye, so he can alternate based on what he's trying to look at (something that I do sometimes, trust me it works)

Denmark is also slightly myopic. -1.0 he has glasses but does not wear them.

Norway's vision is impeccable.

Finland probably has something going on, but he will not go to an eye doctor because he's seen both Iceland and Sweden have to get those pupil dilating eye drops and they would not stop talking about how painful it was, so he refuses to go.

[blurry-eyes4u]

I've fallen in love of The thickness of those lenses

[guyswiththickglasses]

A post from my friend Marc-O-Men about two guys, one with a -8.5 RX and the other with a +8.75 RX, made me think of this real life couple! Ryan O'Connell (from the gay TV show "Special") and his real-life boyfriend Jonathan Parks Ramage. Hard to imagine how bad each guy's vision would be if he traded glasses with his partner.

[eijaksa]

they'd need to be + glasses so his eyes look adequately big behind them

I remain adamant that Izzy can read, but I'm starting to think he's unable to do so because he'd need reading glasses which he doesn't have and not a single text he'd read comes in large enough size for him to read it from a long enough distance away to eliminate the need for glasses

[you-are-an-idiot-hah]

Headcanon ;

Gradient listens to breakcore and hyperop, he refuses to listen to scene and emo music and will listen to meme songs as well.

He listens to Artists like Sewerslvt and Goreshit, and sometimes on occasion even if it's not breakcore (idk what to classify them) will listen to Pilotredsun because it's funky.

He also listens to people like Plasterbrain a lot too.

[james-p-sullivan]

here’s the post no one asked for but i need because i work in optometry: four swords vision headcanons

Green: has fairly good eye sight, definitely 20/20, but he has absolutely crap night vision and Shadow likes to play with this

Blue: used to have vision like Green but his corneas were scarred and his optic nerves damaged after being frozen and he has decreased vision overall, especially in his peripheries. this makes it rather easy to startle him and he usually reacts with anger which is actually masking his fear at being caught off guard so easily

Red: has reading glasses that he’s super non compliant about wearing and then proceeds to spend the entire night whining about how much his head hurts

Vio: extremely hyperopic, has incredible distance vision but can’t see a damn thing up close. he could hit a target with an arrow at 500m with no problem but getting him to thread a needle? oh man, oh boy oh man

Shadow: the dude has vision like a hawk regardless of light and it terrifies EVERYONE

[mystical-one]

honestly yes im biased towards Alias as a character because he is played by Thee bob dylan. but on a fictional level isnt he just the greatest. 7 minutes of screentime but he did so much. he owns a variety of hats even though hes constantly on the move. he tries to be mysterious but ends up mildly weirding people out. hes the saddest little thing ever. hes GAY. hes nonverbal 97% of the time. hes an insane knife thrower who can hit a guys jugular from one billion meters away but he needs coke bottle glasses to read because hes severely hyperopic. and yes he is transgender coded