#jaws v. alexei

[inkblot-inc]

Jaws meeting Natasha’s parents and Alexi being like ‘I’m a super soldier! Let’s spar!’ And Jaws looking at Nat and Yelena, who has trained with them often, with big eyes like ‘will you be mad if I kick your dad’s ass?’ And Natasha smirking because Alexi kind of deserves a punch or ten.

As soon as both of them give the go ahead, Jaws just flashes a wide smile at Alexei "Yeah, sure."

Jaws just lookin' at Alexei and thinking, *rubs hands together* "I'm about to ruin this man's whole career." 😂

[clussysposts]

ABC's with Alexei Stranger Things

{+18 warning Russian dialogue in bold italic}

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex) Say it with me ya'll: CUDDLES Doesn't matter the pace, whether the moment was rough or sweet, you bet Alexei will cuddle you afterward. He'll hold your head against his chest and rub circles around your back, but don't get too comfortable around this purring Russian because round two will soon commence.

B = Body part (their fav body part of theirs and their partner) Alexei can't get enough of your hair. He loves finger combing it to relax you and he's made a habit of twirling it around his index when you're close to him on the couch watching tv. During intimacy, doesn't matter the potion, he'll have his face buried in your hair. The smell of your shampoo and the softens of it against his face is his drug of choice at this point. Alexei was indifferent when it came to his appearance, but when you started calling his chubby cheeks cute every second you could he had no other choice but to believe it.

C= Cum CREAMPIES there I said it. But that's not all, oh no, if Alexei comes somewhere else, let's say your stomach, he will be overwhelmed with the image before him. As if in a trance, he'll start working his cum all over your soft stomach the same way he'd rub sunblock on your back. The first time he did this it caught you off guard. You bit your lip shyly as he made a slutty mess, and when the sensation of his big hand made you moan he whispered to himself, "My love looks so cute covered in my seed."

D = Dirty Secret There's honestly no secrets between you two. He has lost all shame around you and you love it.

E = Experience Alexei's sexuality peaked during college years. His priority was getting the best grades in the class, but like any other horny person, he didn't turn down the classmates that found his intellect plain out hot. Once getting tangled with the wrong people, there wasn't much time in his schedule to tend his needs...

F = Favorite position (graphic) Having you on your stomach, your sweet moans muffled by the pillow as he's pleasing you from behind is one of his favorite position... You straddling him? Heaven. Though that won't stop the Kamasutra and sexy dice from being used.

G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment, or are they humorous, etc.) Boi is goofy 25/8 During sex isn't an exception! Looney Tunes has messed with that man's head, I tell ya. Now then, don't be surprised when he howls, whistles and stomps his foot like a horny wolf while you show off your new lingerie. You'll be mid moan when a wave of laughter hits you both hard enough to fall off the bed.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) When it comes to grooming, he doesn't do nor demand much from their partner (though a landing strip gets him going) He's area is low maintenance meaning the occasional trim is good enough.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment) Wishing to fuck the days away like two horny teenagers with no other care in the world but make the other one happy...then reality kicks in like a blow to the nuts, so you both end up late for work again. Yup, let's go with that ^_^ don't wanna get all corny n shit.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon) When you two were just friends, Alexei had no choice but to take matters in his own hands (literally) Now having reached a sexual relationship with you, he doesn't have the need as often. He rather you do the handy work for him. Two handjob puns?

K = Kink *clears throat*

L = Location The bed, a classic. It's way more comfortable there considering the length of time doing it, and if he's going to be unconscious afterward he might as well be in bed, to begin with. When he's feeling sentimental he'll ask you to meet him on the couch, like the first time.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Your smell, your laugh, your smile, the way you bite your thumb and drink from a straw, and suck on a lollipop, and when you curse in Russian and get on your tippy-toes to kiss him... You, just you and all of you all the time, bye.

N = NO You two crazy fucks are open to trying everything an anything, long as both of you are down for it.

O = Oral He'll devour you before going to work and call it the most impart meal of the day. Sooner or later one of you is getting fired.

P = Pace (fast, rough, slow, sensual? Etc.) All of the above at the same time with no warning.

Q = Quickie No such thing, unless you count the Oral headcanon.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) Alexei has taken risks, like that one time he almost made you crash your car through 7 Eleven because PERVERT OVER HERE had the great idea of touching you while driving.

S = Stamina (how many rounds and how long) To keep it short, as homeboy Newton once said, an object in motion stays in motion...with the exception of the same speed and direction. So yeah, until one taps out or it is time for work.

T = Toy Once comfortable enough you got your lovely toys out to play. The look on his face when you moved the pink vibrator over his go-to khaki pants was priceless, and after a few waves of pleasure, his face matched the toy! Your love was so eager to see you work your magic on him and yourself that he marked his pants. "Alexei, honey, do you wanna see what I did those lonely nights when you were the only thing in my mind?"

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) No teasing on his behalf. Who's he fooling? You both know he has it bad.

V = Volume He tried his best to keep quiet at first. You knew he was holding back a melody by the way he chewed his lip. Lovingly, you placed a hand on his jaw and tugged his lower lip with your thumb and begged to hear him... Baby boi couldn't hold his moans and grunts any longer from you. Him swearing in Russian? Fuck me up.

W = Wild Card (random headcanon) For the first Halloween together you thought it would be funny to dress as your hubby, Alexei. You wore his signature white button-down shirt and a pair of khakis that were folded at the bottom to accommodate your stature. Alexei was on the couch watching Looney Tunes when you took his glasses from behind to finish off your look. He turned around confused and looked at you up and down squinting. "How do I look?" You posed with jazz hands. "What exactly am I looking at?" He joked. Laughing you gave him back his glasses so he could see your outfit clearly. Seeing you had him lost for words. The love of his life wearing his clothing and looking THAT good in them????? Trick or Treat was out the window. Done. Tonight he had other plans in mind.

X = X-Ray Oh, he THICC

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive) With both your work schedules and fighting the government on the side Alexei finds himself wishing there were more numbers on the clock and an eighth day of the week so he could enjoy more domestic bliss with you.

Z = zzzz After so many rounds Alexei is ready to recharge. You cuddled up against his chest when suddenly he rolls on his back and lets out a snore. You giggle at the look on his face, all pink and warm to the touch and the cute twitching of his nose with every puff. You rest your head on his chest, the snoring lessening, to mumble an I love you before meeting him in the land of dreams.

Note: IDK what possessed me to write this MESS in one sitting but here we are hornier and dumber than before. If you make alphabets for Alexei please tag me. What was your fav letter if any?

[imagineaworldlike]

Safe With Me

word count: 1839

3: Awkward Introductions

When I woke up, I found my head on Alexei’s chest and his arm wrapped around my back. I knew we must have ended up like that sometime in the night, but a part of me didn’t want to move. I felt so comfortable and safe next to Alexei; I wanted to enjoy this moment as long as I could.

I lifted my head up to look at him and found myself entranced by his sleeping face. Despite what he had just been through in the hours before, Alexei still looked peaceful as he slept. His head was tilted towards me and his other hand was draped across his stomach.

I gently rolled over onto my back and looked over at my clock. 7:13 am. I sighed. If I could help it, I generally tried to never wake up before 8:00 am.

I rolled back to face Alexei and found him stirring. He opened his eyes and blinked quickly, taking in his surroundings. His eyes landed on me, and I saw a slight smile on his face.

“Good morning.” His voice was groggy but I could guess what he was saying.

“Good morning,” I replied with a smile.

That was when he realized his arm was wrapped around me. He looked over in surprise, and we both began to sit up.

“It’s alright,” I assured him, hoping he understood.

Without thinking, I hopped out of bed and walked towards the bathroom connected to my room. I noticed Alexei giving me a wide-eyed look, and I instantly remembered that I was just wearing a t-shirt and underwear. I felt my face grow hot and I froze, quickly spotting a pair of cut off jeans on the floor. I reached down and pulled them on as fast as I could, taking in a sigh of relief seeing Alexei hold back a laugh.

“Uh,” a small giggle escaped my lips and I looked back at my bathroom. “I’m sure you want a shower after last night..” He gave me a quizzical look but followed my gaze. I walked in and turned on the light, reaching up to get him a towel from the shelf. I motioned for him to come in, and watched as he easily got up from the bed and made his way to stand next to me.

The skin on his stomach looked perfect, not even a bruise; as though nothing, let alone a gunshot, had happened. I looked him over as he walked, noticing that he didn’t seem to be in any pain at all. I also noticed in the morning light just how defined the muscles covering his torso were, but I did my best not to make it obvious that I was gawking.

As Alexei stood in front of me, I handed the towel over to him. I smiled and moved past him out the door, closing it behind me. I went to my closet and pulled down a hoodie from a hanger and put it on over my t-shirt. Despite it now being July 5th and hot as hell outside, the cranking AC in my small house made it feel like winter inside. Picking up both of our clothes from the previous night and what had already been on my floor, I heard the shower turn on and the curtain slide on the rod. I walked our clothes out to the washing machine in the next room over, dropped them in, and almost started the machine.

Looking down as I was about to shut the lid, I saw a black wallet sticking out of the pocket of Alexei’s shirt. I pulled it out and held it in my hand as I turned the washer on. Looking over my shoulder to be sure the bathroom door was still closed, I opened the wallet and looked inside.

In the ID slot was a card with Alexei’s picture and a lot of Russian words I didn’t understand. As I examined the card, I was able to make out one line of text; Alexei Dimitriyevich Sokolov. I quickly realized it was his full name. I opened the cash pocket and wasn’t surprised to find it completely empty. There were a few other cards written in Russian in the other slots, and I slid them out only to confirm I couldn’t actually read them.

As I slid the last card back down, I noticed there was something else behind it. I pulled the paper into view and saw that it was a small photograph. It was a picture of a couple, probably in their fifties. Alexei bore a striking resemblance to the man, and it dawned on me that these must be his parents. They looked happy, standing in front of a large brick house with their arms wrapped around each other. His mother was beautiful.

My stomach growled, and it was then that I realized how hungry I was. I slowly slid the picture back into its place and closed his wallet, setting it on my unused ironing board. Part of me felt guilty for snooping on probably his only private item, but it wasn’t like I stole any information or money. I was just curious about him.

Walking to my kitchen, I thought about what I should make for breakfast. What did he even like? Did they have the same kind of breakfasts in Russia? I shook my head and decided to just make a normal breakfast; if he was hungry he would eat.

I turned on the stove, grabbed my skillet, put bread in the toaster, and took bacon and eggs from the fridge. Starting with the eggs, I quickly began to have tunnel vision on the food and nothing else. As soon as I finished making two, I put the eggs back in the fridge and grabbed the first batch of toast. As I put two more pieces in the toaster, I realized that I had forgotten to start the coffee. I rushed over to the machine and got a fresh pot going as the bacon continued to sizzle. Just as I finished, the bread popped out onto the counter behind me and I spun around to grab it.

I gasped as I turned and my jaw hung slightly open.

Alexei surprised me by standing in the kitchen doorway in nothing but his towel.

I couldn’t help but stare. There were still beads of water covering his shoulders and chest. My eyes traveled down to his stomach and came to rest on the perfect v-shape his hips made that was partially covered by the towel. I knew I shouldn’t have been looking as openly as I was, but I couldn’t help it.

Alexei cleared his throat and my eyes immediately shot up to meet his. I closed my eyes for a second and when I opened them I smiled up at him. It was only then that I even realized he had put his glasses on.

“Hi.” Was all I could manage to say. Alexei breathed out a laugh and looked down.

“Hi.” He replied, looking up at me with a smirk.

The bacon kept popping and I looked over to find that it was ready to come off. I held up a finger to Alexei and rushed over to remove the skillet from the stove and put it on an empty burner. I then walked over to Alexei and gestured for him to follow me back to my room.

Opening the closet, I searched for anything that would fit him. I finally found a black Led Zeppelin shirt that looked like it would fit, and I turned to hand it to him. I dug through my dresser drawers for another pair of sweats, and found a longer pair that would probably fit him better than the ones he had slept in. As I left for him to change, I turned and pointed to the running washing machine in the room next door.

“I washed our clothes from last night.” He seemed confused at first, but then a look of recognition came over his face as he heard the clothes tumbling in the machine. He nodded his head and smiled. I hoped he truly did understand. I knew the blood would still stain his clothes, but at least they wouldn’t smell. Closing the door behind me, I walked back into the kitchen and started getting plates and utensils out for us to use.

Alexei came in a few moments later and I handed him a plate and a mug and he followed me in filling our plates with the food I had made. We both sat down at my small table and began to eat. We didn’t speak, being that we couldn’t understand each other anyway. As we ate, he would periodically look up at me and smile. He was just so damn cute that I couldn’t help but smile back.

A thought suddenly came to me; I knew his name, but I had never told him mine. I took a gulp of coffee and thought about the best way to go about this. Looking up, I reached towards him with my palm open. He looked confused, but interested.

“Alexei.” He met my eyes, still with confusion. “Alexei.” I repeated. “Your name is Alexei.” He sat up straighter, seeming to understand. He brought his own hand up to his chest.

“Alexei.”

“Yes!” He smiled and I moved my hand to my chest. “Scarlet.” He gave me an intense look before he spoke.

“Your name is Scarlet,” Alexei said softly. I recognized my name in his sentence, but I had no idea what else he had said.

“Thank you, Scarlet.” I gave him a big smile and nodded. I took a bite of bacon and saw Alexei grinning as he looked back down at his plate.

When we finished breakfast, I began washing the dishes while Alexei dried them. I didn’t ask him to, I normally didn’t even dry them, that’s why I had a drying rack. But when he grabbed a towel and stood next to me, taking the clean dishes from my hands, I couldn’t say no.

That was the first time I had actually noticed the height difference between us. He had to be a solid six feet at least, which made him seem like a giant next to my short 5’3” frame.

“Murray,” he whispered when we were almost finished with the dishes.

I glanced up at Alexei after he said the name, confused, and found him looking out the window above the sink. I stood on my tiptoes so I could see out to the driveway.

A green Ford Pinto had just pulled in behind my truck. I recognized Joyce and Murray climbing out of the front, but a teenage girl also got out of the back and all three of them began walking towards the door. I looked up at Alexei and sighed, knowing that my time with him was more than likely over.

[girrll]

Adam Curtis - Hyper normalisation

I think the most successful element of its documentary is its pacing and flow between topic to topic. The basic premise being that in society there is an inevitable cycle of those in power lying to us and us as a society simply ignoring it. “we become so much a part of the system that we are unable to see beyond it. The full definition of hyper normalisation was  provided in Alexei Yurchak's 2006 book Everything was Forever:

‘everyone knew the system was failing, but as no one could imagine any alternative to the status quo, politicians and citizens were resigned to maintaining a pretence of a functioning society.[6] Over time, this delusion became a self-fulfilling prophecy and the "fakeness" was accepted by everyone as real, an effect that Yurchak termed "hypernormalisation" ‘

I think the very nature of basing a whole documentary about terminology and looking at different cases that show this instead of say a documentary about “trump” or “brexit” or “facebook” is so much more potent. The ability to seemlessly link the social engineering behind islamic suicide bombing to facebook’s echo chamber algorithms to Trump’s rise to power not only is jaw dropping but also beautifully poetic. It’s a fantastic way to cover a huge range of material in a genuinely linked way.

For this reason I intend to shift my focus of my work.

I from now on intend to yes, focus on perception and how we perceive the world but with the angle of exploring the nature of “doubt” and scepticism towards commonly accepted truths such as:

. The external world existing

. Logic being true

. We exist as mind

. We exist as a physical body

. What we perceive correlates to the external world.

why shift?

I think it’s really tricky in philosophy (unless one already has an interest) to create genuinely engaging work to a demographic of “regular people” (not negative or looking down whatsoever)  due to the abstract disconnect between philosophical discussion and our every day lives. I think taking the idea of scepticism in a as Curtis explains in his documentary “Post Truth world” where the media will happily skew facts, create caricatures and shift focuses out of self interest.

This trailer by Curtis voices it best: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PtjfoEvsR9w

With that in mind, creating work based on being sceptical of information at face value I think not only is more impactful, but more genuinely useful and engaging for any audience with a slight interest in politics and the media.

Visuals

Going back to hyper normalisation, Curtis is able to create an extremely visually fluent cohesive work through “found footage” which can either directly correlate to what he is saying or hold a more subtle symbolic meaning. A screenshot provided depicts this most effectively. As Curtis discusses a disconnect between politicians and the real world he could have used a direct clip of say, trump saying an inaccurate truth, but he doesn’t. He picks a clip of David Cameron walking through a ghost-like town with noone living in it. I think this almost ironic re-purposing of film, combined with the “found footage” aesthetic really enforces the anti-establishment and somewhat “punk” themes of the documentary.

[nomorelonelydays]

Patater Week - Day 2

Feb. 7- Proposal/Wedding Day/Wedding Night (1.5K) “I’m nervous,” Kent says. “Change your mind?” Alexei teases, only feeling a tiny bit worried. He doesn’t think Kent will actually bail on him, now that they’re both in their suits and the hall is surely packed with their families and teammates. Bittle would cry if anything happened, Alexei thinks. And then skin both of them alive. But then again, Alexei did see Runaway Bride twice with Snowy, when he was first learning English and someone had the brilliant idea that the best way to learn is to watch all the classic romcoms. Snowy, it turns out, is a big fan of Richard Gere. Kent doesn’t look like he’s ready to bolt, but he did seem skittish, and in the movie, Julia Roberts had been very skittish. “No, never,” Kent says, taking Alexei’s hands and rubbing his thumb over Alexei’s palms. His hair is already a little mussed, the untamable cowlick threatening to pop back up. “Not about you. I know I’m an ass about a lot of things, but you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” “Good to know,” Alexei says, letting out a breath of relief. “You tell me now, then what you say for vows?” “Oh, God,” Kent laughs nervously. “Oh man. That’s—that’s the thing. The vows. In front of a bunch of people. I could probably do it. Maybe. You wouldn’t happen to be carrying Xanax on you?” He chuckles and scratches the back of his neck, but his jaw drops when he sees Alexei rummage in his pockets. “Wait, I’m just joking. I don’t actually—what the hell is that?”

Alexei shrugs as he shows the tiny blue pills in his palms. “Snowy put in pocket. He say ‘just in case.’ I’m not check yet, is maybe candy. He knows I’m like Smarties.” “What kind of Smarties are shaped like this? Did your goalie seriously give you Viagra? What’s wrong with your team, man?” Kent pauses. “Isn’t Viagra prescription? Oh my God, does Snowy need Viagra? That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. I’m going to tell everyone later.” “Viagra?” “He fucking gave you penis pills, Alexei. He’s messing with you.” “I’m not need penis pill,” Alexei says. “My penis work.” “Don’t I fucking know it,” Kent mutters. “Wait. Wait, wait. What if we fuck? Like, in the supply closet or something before we go in?” “You meaning…right now?” Alexei looks around the church, scandalized. He hisses, “You crazy? Here? Where God see us?” “Alexei, you’re barely religious,” Kent mutters. “The only time I’ve seen you cross yourself was when that stew burned when your mom told you to watch it while she went out for supplies. Like, another thing of sour cream. Why does she need that much sour cream? Makes no sense.” “She not kill me that day is big miracle.” Alexei pointed to the door in exasperation, where the guests surely are waiting for Kent and Alexei to walk through. “But my point! Maybe God not care. But even worse thing, if my mother—” “Gross, that’s a boner killer,” Kent says, looking at the Viagra in Alexei’s hands. “Thank God we have these. Haha, hashtag blessed. Gimme a penis pill.” Alexei actually startles and tosses the pills behind him, where it clatters on the tile floor in a rather anticlimactic way. “No! No one have penis pill.” “Stop littering, Alexei. Christ, do you want us to get kicked out?” Alexei furrows his brows in disbelief. “You want to fuck in church and say I’m get us kick out?” “I’m freaking out, Alexei. You know I’ll say anything after an orgasm. Remember that time we had sex on your couch and I told you I hated that couch afterwards? Even though two days ago, I said it was a great purchase?” “Which couch? Yellow one or purple?” “Yel—wait, oh, God. Both of them are so fucking ugly. Um. I think yellow?” “You said you love the purple one,” Alexei argued. “Said it remind you of Barney the dinosaur.” “That wasn’t a compliment!” “But you love dinosaurs! Always buy the chicken shape like dino. How I’m know?” “Stop yelling at me! Who the hell doesn’t love Dino Nuggets, what are you, some kind of savage? I didn’t know I had to spell it out for you! The—no, we’re going off topic.” “I’m not yell,” Alexei not-yells, wringing his hands for good measure. “I’m not the one who want to fuck in church!” “We need to fuck,” Kent insists. “I’ll make it through the vows in front of ten thousand people only if I orgasm, since Jeff won’t let me touch alcohol. Which is a good idea, I don’t want to puke on your shoes. I’ll probably throw in a joke or two. It’ll be great.” “I’m not fuck you before ceremony,” Alexei says firmly, and Kent’s face falls. “Besides, only about 150 people. Maybe 152 if Sergei and his wife make in time, but they text me say they lost—” “Ugh, don’t tell me the number. Why didn’t we host the wedding in our backyard? Jesus, why didn’t we just elope?” Kent whines. “I actually live in Vegas. Couldn’t even have a Vegas, Elvis-themed wedding. What kind of fraud am I?”   “Hey, hey, come here.” Alexei doesn’t gather Kent into his arms so much as open his arms and have Kent barrel into his chest a little too eagerly. “Tell me why you really worry. Not crowd, I don’t think. Kent Parson love crowd and camera.” “Shut up, sometimes I like to sit in my room alone and do nothing, too,” Kent’s muffled voice says. “And then post picture on Instagram,” Alexei says, smiling into Kent’s hair. Kent doesn’t make a noise, only holds his fiancé tighter. Alexei lowers his voice to a coax, and with each name, he presses a kiss down Kent’s face, “Kenny, Kenny V. Parson. Going to be my Kenny Vincent Parson Rostislav Stanislavovich… Dostoevsky…Anna Karenina…Mashkov—” “Shut the fuck up, I hate you, Dostoevsky isn’t even a real person,” Kent complains into Alexei’s shirt. “I’m pretend I not hear that.” “And we agreed to hyphenate, you ass.” “Tell me what is bother you,” Alexei says, kissing the corner the Kent’s mouth. “And maybe I reconsider naming our child Leo Tolstoy. Is probably only name you can pronounce.” “I wouldn’t let you name our dog Leo Tolstoy,” Kent says. “Well, maybe Leo is okay for a dog. I take that back. And I can pronounce your name.” “Eh, more or less.” Alexei huffs a sigh. “Come, Kenny, tell me what I’m do so you feel better.” He feels Kent stiffen at his side, then whisper, so quietly that Alexei almost doesn’t catch it, “Can I just say my vows right now to you, so even if I mess up in there and every asshole sitting down waiting for me to fuck up knows I’m no good, at least you’ll know what I meant?” And there it is, all of Kent Parson’s fears laid out in the open. Kent doesn’t bother to look up, but he doesn’t pull away from Alexei, either. He’s always been stubborn, anyways. “Hey. If you mess up, and you thinking people think this,” Alexei murmurs, feeling Kent hold his breath, “then fuck them. Fuck all of them. Wedding for you and me. Maybe Kit, too. But not them. They only come for free food and alcohol.” Kent’s eyes aren’t exactly shiny when he does lift his head, but they are wide with surprise. “Already know you give more than I deserve, Kenny. So you can stand there, maybe only sing Britney Spears in front of God and Mama and nothing else, and I always know what you mean. Okay?” Kent’s mouth is slightly open in shock, but he seems to regain his sense when he grabs Alexei’s head down for a movie-worthy kiss. Alexei holds on to him, tipping Kent’s face back and rewrapping his arms around Kent, kissing him in that sure and happy way that only Kent can draw from him. “Sergei!” a woman’s voice says from behind them in annoyance, followed by a sound that sounds suspiciously like a purse smacking someone’s chest. “We miss it! Look, they already kissing! I knew I should have drove.” “No, they do this all the time, I think,” Sergei, Kent’s teammate says, as he readjusts his lapel. His wife, a tall, blonde woman in sharp heels and a tight, Tiffany blue dress, waves happily at the pair but stops when she hears a crunch beneath her feet. “Ew, what’s I’m stepping in?” she says, checking the remnants of the smushed Viagra pill on her shoe. Sergei coughs and waits for Kent and Alexei to pull apart before he continues apologetically, “Sorry. Hope we’re not late?” “You just on time,” Alexei says. He turns to Kent, “Ready?” Kent takes his hand. “Even if I sing Britney?” “Even if sing Britney.” (Kent doesn’t sing Britney. He says his vows perfectly, and Alexei thinks his mother cries a little bit in the front pew. And when they kiss, he feels Kent suppressing a happy, relieved laugh. He pulls back briefly before he has to dip Kent to kiss him again, and again, and again, until he hears Zimmboni quietly say, “Oh, wow, haha,” and Snowy in the background scream, “Yeah, Tater! That’s my fucking guy up there! Kissing his fucking husband!” before Marty pulls him back down in his seat.)

[olivereliott]

Loving Vincent: A world championship build from Moscow

Last year, Dmitry Golubchikov became the first Russian to become the AMD World Champion of bike building. The 31-year-old triumphed with an amazing hand-built Yamaha SR400 called ‘Insomnia.’

Dmitry is now back with another jaw-dropping creation, and we reckon this one could sweep the board too. It’s based around a Vincent Lightning engine, but virtually everything else is made by hand.

Dmitry was born in the Republic of Karelia, near the Finnish border, and now lives in Moscow. His workshop is called Zillers Garage, but he usually works alone unless the job sheet gets too long.

A Zillers bike is a unique creation crafted around an existing engine. In this case, the engine is a 1200cc Vincent Lightning replica built by the English company JMC Classics, which is also licensed to produce new Egli-Vincent motorcycles.

“I purchased the engine five years ago in England,” says Dmitry. “I’ve always been a fan of Vincent engines, and as soon as the opportunity arose to buy one, I decided to customize it.”

“The engine is ‘new’ and was already prepared for active riding. Dell’Orto carburetors came with it, but I decided to abandon them and use BMW carburetors. The intake manifolds are cast in aluminum, and the gearbox has four gears.”

All the oil and fuel lines are custom-made using stainless steel, and it looks like Dmitry has used very early Bing carbs.

At the exhaust end, he’s built a sinuous system out of stainless steel. No pie-cut welds here: just a few perfectly socket welded pipes converging into a single length of muffler… that we suspect doesn’t muffle very much of the magnificent pushrod V-twin at all.

Before working on motorcycles, Dmitry was a high-end motorsport mechanic. And that’s how he refined his amazing fabrication skills: the frame, front fork and control levers on this bike are made out of stainless steel, and the seat unit, bars and gas tank are made from aluminum.

Since this is a high-end show bike, the fabrication is anything but simple. The forks are a duolever design, similar to that used on BMW’s K series bikes. “The main advantage is that the steering is connected through a linkage, and vibrations from the road are isolated,” says Dmitry.

It’s also a remarkably elegant-looking setup, which will help at show time. Dmitry has machined this arrangement himself, with cushioning provided by a spring at the bottom front of the hand-made frame.

The wheels are one-offs too, with chrome-plated steel rims shod with Avon Cobra rubber. The center section inside each rim is machined from aluminum, and hooked up to twenty spokes per wheel—each one individually CNC machined.

Look closely and you’ll see that the brake discs and calipers are inside the spokes of each wheel. The discs are machined out of cast iron. “The brake lines with fluid pass through the center of the wheel,” Dmitry explains. “The hub itself is empty.”

Even the brake pads are custom-made, using repurposed clutch friction plate material.

The Zillers Vincent is one of those machines that justify a very close look at the images.

The craftsmanship is off the scale, and the design is fascinating too: note the way the rear frame tubes snake under the seat unit, which is trimmed with crocodile skin, and reappear as one.

That single tube then curves over the split tank, with a second tube right underneath the tank, carrying brackets that mount to the cylinder heads.

The bars alone are a work of art, curving like antelope horns, and graced with slender levers—in sharp contrast to the engineering complexity immediately beneath.

If you’re keen to see this extraordinary machine in the metal, patience is called for. It won’t be revealed to the wider public until October 2020, at the next biennial AMD World Championship in Cologne, Germany.

That’s a long time to wait, but it’ll be worth it. We just hope the AMD judges feel the same way.

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Adam Curtis - Hyper normalisation (originally posted once i had decided on a documentary however post failed and so it occurs later chronologically than it actually happened)

I think the most successful element of its documentary is its pacing and flow between topic to topic. The basic premise being that in society there is an inevitable cycle of those in power lying to us and us as a society simply ignoring it. “we become so much a part of the system that we are unable to see beyond it. The full definition of hyper normalisation was  provided in Alexei Yurchak's 2006 book Everything was Forever:

‘everyone knew the system was failing, but as no one could imagine any alternative to the status quo, politicians and citizens were resigned to maintaining a pretence of a functioning society.[6] Over time, this delusion became a self-fulfilling prophecy and the "fakeness" was accepted by everyone as real, an effect that Yurchak termed "hypernormalisation" ‘

I think the very nature of basing a whole documentary about terminology and looking at different cases that show this instead of say a documentary about “trump” or “brexit” or “facebook” is so much more potent. The ability to seemlessly link the social engineering behind islamic suicide bombing to facebook’s echo chamber algorithms to Trump’s rise to power not only is jaw dropping but also beautifully poetic. It’s a fantastic way to cover a huge range of material in a genuinely linked way.

For this reason I intend to shift my focus of my work.

I from now on intend to yes, focus on perception and how we perceive the world but with the angle of exploring the nature of “doubt” and scepticism towards commonly accepted truths such as:

. The external world existing

. Logic being true

. We exist as mind

. We exist as a physical body

. What we perceive correlates to the external world.

why shift?

I think it’s really tricky in philosophy (unless one already has an interest) to create genuinely engaging work to a demographic of “regular people” (not negative or looking down whatsoever)  due to the abstract disconnect between philosophical discussion and our every day lives. I think taking the idea of scepticism in a as Curtis explains in his documentary “Post Truth world” where the media will happily skew facts, create caricatures and shift focuses out of self interest.

This trailer by Curtis voices it best: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PtjfoEvsR9w

With that in mind, creating work based on being sceptical of information at face value I think not only is more impactful, but more genuinely useful and engaging for any audience with a slight interest in politics and the media.

Visuals

Going back to hyper normalisation, Curtis is able to create an extremely visually fluent cohesive work through “found footage” which can either directly correlate to what he is saying or hold a more subtle symbolic meaning. A screenshot provided depicts this most effectively. As Curtis discusses a disconnect between politicians and the real world he could have used a direct clip of say, trump saying an inaccurate truth, but he doesn’t. He picks a clip of David Cameron walking through a ghost-like town with noone living in it. I think this almost ironic re-purposing of film, combined with the “found footage” aesthetic really enforces the anti-establishment and somewhat “punk” themes of the documentary.

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night of February 18th / morning of February 19th

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