#mads mullins

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Mads Mullins at Adeam, Spring 2023

[knittinganddrinkingtea]

Saint Laurent Fall 2020

Model: Mads Mullins

[sammydem0n64]

What god damn torture nexus was FPP going to be going through in the initial plans for The Hex man

[scover-va]

Ok im off to work on that Lionel essay but heres some spite fuelled art

[bogleech]

Is there more info available somewhere about the underlying game system used for the Mortasheen book?

Since it was created by another person, Morgan Mullins, he has the final say on when the full system is formally released to the public. The kickstarter backers have now seen it, but I don't have the go-ahead to put it out there for anyone else yet! Some things I can summarize though:

Player characters are built around the concept of being a "scientist" of some sort, so while there's various ways for you to engage in battle yourself, your stats are a little more oriented toward roleplay and intellectual qualities. Since you're a mad scientist in a world of horror tropes, you do have a stat that basically translates to "sanity," but you need to keep yourself eccentric and avoid "going sane."

Players form a "think tank" together with a laboratory lair (which can be mobile) and work towards an overall goal, which can easily be your typical RPG quest plotline if that's what you want to do (uncovering ancient secrets, running dangerous errands, defeating epic threats) or just actually being a bunch of scientists, ie you all agree it's imperative you catalog the fungi of a newly discovered cave or dig for fossils or test the acidity of various rocks. The setting is enough of a deathworld that this will still constantly put you in all sorts of hideous danger that only your monsters can get you out of.

Monsters are made out of body parts, each with their own endurance, and each body part can have ability blocks attached to it that constitute a single ability, so a monster with a scorpion-like stinger would have a "stinging tail" part with a set of blocks that basically mean [does damage][adds poisoning][extended reach] and so forth.

The same ability blocks that form monster attributes and attacks can be applied to "gadgets" you and your monsters use, as well as "modules" that customize your lair.

A major aspect of gameplay is "Scanalyzing" everything you encounter, which is how you learn new ability blocks and eventually put together the complete genome of a monster you want to replicate. Collected data is also the setting's "money" system. As for the type of stuff I'm supposed to keep under wraps for now, I can say there's some things you do with die rolls and various mechanics that playtesters have really loved, and as far as I'm aware have never been done in another game before.

[cephalopodvictorious]

My book just shipped and I'm so excited!

Horrific scenes of anti-Jewish violence in Europe filled the newsreels in American theaters in the 1930s and 1940s. What could be done to make sure it didn’t happen in America? One Jewish organization hit upon a remarkable idea—to enlist some of America’s most beloved cartoonists to wage a war on bigotry. Cartoonists Against Racism uncovers the secret campaign to create anti-racist comics and cartoons to flood America’s newspapers, classrooms, and union halls. Meet the artists and the work that was their ammunition in the battle for America’s soul. The book showcases impactful anti-racism artwork from the era’s preeminent cartoonists, including multiple Pulitzer Prize winners Bill Mauldin and Vaughn Shoemaker; New Yorker cartoonists Carl Rose, Mischa Richter, and Frank Hanley; famed antiwar cartoonist Robert Osborn; Dave Berg of Mad magazine; renowned sports cartoonist Willard Mullin; noted labor cartoonist Bernard Seaman; comics artist Mac Raboy (Flash Gordon, Captain Marvel Jr.); and Eric Godal, who escaped from Nazi Germany and became a leading cartoonist in the American press and acclaimed artist Dick Dorgan.

I'll let you all know how it is

[abnerkrill]

rings of power writers on strike!

[first photo id: writers on strike in Los Angeles holding picket signs that read, "may the residuals be with you" and "Bitch better have my money!! (AMPTP)"] [second photo id: writers on strike holding signs that say "Writers Guild of America on strike!" and "get in loser we're going striking!" end id.]

this is Glenise Mullins (right in first pic with writer Dana Braziel-Solovy on left; left in second pic w/ writer Hussain Pirani on right), current co-executive producer on Rings of Power, striking in Los Angeles. Mullins also worked on Star Trek: Discovery and Apple TV's Surface. I'm so really proud of the writers for taking action and I LOVE the picket signs!

[photo id: five writers holding picket signs that say "Writers Guild of America on strike!" and "Game of Thrones wasn't written by drones!" A sign behind them reads "we're mad as hell and we're not gonna take this anymore!" end id.]

three Rings of Power writers in this pic: Stephany Folsom (Paper Girls, Toy Story 4) in the grey hat left of center; Nicholas Adams (Fail State) in the blue hat in the center; and Helen Shang (Thirteen Reasons Why, Hannibal) on the far right in the Yoda hat.

[funnuraba]

Modern Wodehouse (or "Jeeves get iPad")

-Ukridge canceled

-Jeeves briefly wrenched from Bertie's employment when the startup he was hired through goes belly up

-Spode super-canceled

-Ten women go viral for exposing "Tuppy from London"

-Stiffy dumps Stinker for refusing to try pegging. (Bertie: Trying jeggings, did she say? JEEVES: No, sir. BERTIE: Ah. Speaking of jeggings-- JEEVES: No, sir.) Jeeves eventually reveals a Bible verse that convinces Stinker pegging can be a god-honoring experience

-Ukridge re-canceled

-Lady Constance furious with entire younger Threepwood generation after finding their groupchat where they have a running tournament to see who can bait her into saying the most unhinged thing about Mr BaXtEr

-Mr Mulliner and the Oldest Member have competing 132-part TikTok stories

- Stilton threatens Bertie's life for saying "all coppers are blighters"

-Rodney Spelvin gives up on his Timothy Bobbin poetry after entering a charity livestream of Winnie the Pooh's Home Run Derby

-Ukridge debuts 4th, uncanceled alt account; Corky exposes him to Gawker

-George Cyril Wellbeloved accuses Psmith of cosplaying socialism and Psmith deflects by explaining polyamory to him

-Lady Constance takes Lord Emsworth's iPad away because he won't stop looking at his livestream of the Empress sleeping

-Sir Roderick Glossop recommends Bertie LSD, first combatively and later as a friend. Jeeves starts quoting Reefer Madness around the home ("It has been observed that if you do drugs, sir, you go to Hell before you die." "And who observed that, Jeeves?" "The late Captain Lou Albano, sir, speaking in his capacity as Super Mario.")

-Rosie M. Banks writes billionaire CEO Marine shifter omegaverse HEA romance; Lady Constance considers inviting her to Blandings but then actually picks up a book and is immensely disturbed by their taboo themes of marrying poor people

-Aunt Dahlia was really into the DIY zine scene and refuses to take Milady's Boudoir digital

-Bingo in hot water after throwing little Algernon's iPad into the fireplace over a Baby Shark incident

-Literally everyone assumes Baxter and Lady Constance are having an affair, but finally Julia hires someone to hack their Facebook DMs, and it's just the dryest, most autistically formal exchanges any two human beings have ever produced and Julia is like 😑 Connie... only you would pick a man so stuffy that neither of you even thinks of having an affair in the middle of your affair

[candied-peach]

ao3: "keep your hands to yourself" rating: T warnings: kid sides, unsympathetic (?) patton (he's trying his best but oof), crying, orange is like impulsiveness genre: hurt/comfort description: Orange doesn't mean to behave badly. He just wants what's best for Thomas. Patton disagrees. (written for @treenissanderssidesstuff )

"Imp!"

The childish voice rings through the mind palace, and Orange winces, dragging himself out from behind the couch, the knees of his jeans still covered in grass stains from his impromptu romp through the Imagination. Roman let him sneak in, just for a bit, and he has a feeling that he's been busted.

"I hate that nickname," he grumbles to himself. Logan gives him a sympathetic look from his curled up position in a recliner, Encyclopedia Brown book in his lap.

"Good luck," Logan advises, looking at Orange over the frames of his circular glasses. "Patton seemed quite angry this afternoon." Orange makes a face, feet dragging on the carpet. He didn't mean to encourage Thomas to go against the teacher this morning! He just- Reading was so boring sometimes, and it was much more exciting to sneak his crayons out! Besides, Thomas was almost done with his story anyway, it's not like Ms. Mullins had to go and make such a big deal out of it! She even threatened to tell his parents!

"Imp," Patton says again, as soon as Orange comes into view. The childish side groans, shoving his hands into the pockets of his paint-splattered jeans and coming to a stop before the emotional side. Patton's been struggling a lot with who he is and how he helps Thomas. Orange knows that. He just doesn't think that he's as bad as Patton says he is. He just wants to help Thomas, like everyone else! Even-

Well. No one's allowed to talk about Green anymore. Orange barely remembers him. There was Rainbow, and then there was Red and Green, and Red is Roman, and Green is-

Green is forbidden. No one talks about Green.

"You got Thomas in trouble," Patton says. His thick black framed glasses nearly fall down his freckled nose. "You should know better. It's the fourth time this week! It's only Wednesday!"

"I know, I just-" Orange sighs. His bottom lip wobbles. "I didn't try to, I just- It was important," he defends weakly. Patton raises an eyebrow. The other one comes with it.

"Important?" Patton squeaks. "Thomas didn't need to stay out past the end of recess! Thomas didn't need to get his crayons out! You made him forget to do his work, too! You even made him get mad at Mom!" Unbidden, Patton's voice lowers, seemingly in horror. "He almost raised his voice at her!"

"Emotions are important to let out!" Orange argues. "You're Emotions, don't you get it?"

"Not like that!" Patton snaps, folding his arms over his overalls-clad chest. "And I'm more than Emotions, you know that. You keep getting Thomas into trouble. You-" Patton takes a deep breath, his chubby cheeks turning red. "You're a bad side for Thomas!"

Forgotten in a corner, Roman gasps, one hand splayed over his mouth. Orange is pretty sure that Yellow is around here somewhere, too, but he can't see hide nor hair of him. Not surprising. 

The room is freezing. Or maybe it's just Orange. His ears keep ringing with Patton's last words, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. His hands twitch and flutter at his sides.

"Take it back," Orange whispers. He feels so cold. Has it always been so cold in here? "You take that back, you know I'm not bad."

"You keep getting Thomas into trouble," Patton repeats. "You're a bad side. You- you're just like Green!"

"I am not," Orange argues, terror slowly filtering into his veins. Oh, this is bad. This is so bad. This is- he never wanted- He just wanted Thomas to have fun, why can't Patton see that? Why can't Blue see he's just trying to help?

"You can go there, too," Patton announces, marching over to Orange and grabbing his arm. His hands are shaking, but his grip is still implacable as he begins to tow Orange down the hallway. "You can't help anymore. You're bad."

"I'm not!" Orange shrieks at the top of his lungs, squirming madly, like a worm on a hook. He can't get away from Patton's grip. Logan has abandoned his book in the living room, watching the proceedings with horrified eyes.

"Indigo!" Orange blurts out. "Logan! Help me! Please! Patton's not listening!"

"I don't-" Logan falters, taking a step back. Betrayal is sharp and stinging. "Orange, I-"

"Help me!" Orange howls as Patton marches onward, dragging him behind the  moral side. "Please!"

"Be quiet," Patton says, sweat rolling down his face with determination. "Bad sides don't get to talk." For a moment, Orange is terrified that Patton has doomed him to a life of silence, but he can still hear himself cry.

The door to the basement looms, caution tape crisscrossed over the middle, and Patton opens it, shoving Orange down the first few darkened steps.

"Don't come back!" Patton orders, and the door slams, leaving a petrified Orange to stand there, sobbing his eyes out.

Green mist wreathes around his face, making him sputter. It tastes vaguely like apples. 

"Who- who's there?" Orange calls, trying not to sound as scared as he actually is. "Green? Is that you?"

"Call me...Remus," a mysterious voice whispers from the darkness. Poison green eyes open, almost in front of Orange, as a voice hisses, "Boo!" in Orange's ear.

Orange can't help it, he screams, and bursts into noisier tears.

The green mist promptly disappears as someone snaps on the light. In the sudden glare, Orange can see a side that looks only a little older than him, with wide panicked eyes, wringing his hands in front of him. He has on a ridiculous black and green costume with green frills everywhere and a plastic eyeball glued to one shoulder.

"I'm sorry!" Remus- it must be Remus- blurts out. "I just- I wanted to scare you a little, that's all, I didn't think Blue would put anyone else down here, I-"

"Do you- do you just live here all alone?" Orange asks softly. Remus nods, tears glittering in bright green eyes. He has a mustache drawn above his upper lip in eyeliner pencil.

"Don't leave," Remus blurts out. "I- I don't wanna be alone anymore."

"I don't think I'm allowed to leave," Orange says, more tears seeping down his cheeks as the reality of his situation begins to set in. Surely Patton will change his mind, Orange thinks. He can't just- He can't just keep Orange in the basement forever. He's important!

But look what he's doing to Green- to Remus, another voice whispers inside his head. Remus is important, too, or he wouldn't exist! And Patton is keeping him down here. What makes you so special?

Orange swallows hard, his throat aching.

"It's okay!" Remus blurts out, seizing Orange's sleeve and tugging him forward. "There's lots of rooms down here! We can have a sleepover! And um- um- I hope you know how to make food better than me 'cause I've been eating cereal and fruit snacks this whole time. Oh, and couch stuffing." He grins brightly, and Orange can see a gap in his front teeth.

"I kinda can?" Orange says doubtfully. "Yellow's always been better at that than me, but-" His bottom lip quivers. "Yellow's up there."

"Not for long, I bet," Remus says, with a scowl. "Blue don't like lying." He sneers, an expression that doesn't go with his freckled face.

"No, he doesn't," Orange admits.

"But it'll be okay," Remus promises, wrapping Orange up in a tight, slightly scratchy hug. "We got each other, right? We don't need anyone else!"

"Right," Orange says. His face brightens when he realizes he can still sense Thomas, just in a much more muffled way. "We can still help Thomas, too!"

"Yeah!" Remus cheers. "You think he wants to electrocute his brother for fun?"

"Maybe not that," Orange says, but he's giggling as he says it. Is there any harm, really, to making Thomas think about it? He's used to getting Thomas to do things, but he can tell that's going to be a lot harder now already.

Maybe it won't be so bad down here.

A month later, Yellow is shoved down the basement steps, cheek stinging from an open-armed slap, and is welcomed with open arms (and a fart bomb, from Remus).

Sometime later, Purple arrives. Purple is skittish and likes to hide in the shadows, but he loves Orange and Yellow and Green. Purple's only seen glimpses of the above world. Patton didn't want him there, straight off. Purple's anxious, and he makes Thomas feel anxious, too, and that won't do. Not really.

It's okay.

Orange will make sure of it.

"Thomas needs all of us," Orange says, years and years later. Virgil snorts, perched on the staircase, and Orange just flips him off without glancing his way. "He does," Orange insists. "But you're the one he's most likely to listen to. You've got the most influence out of all of us, really."

"And you," Virgil protests. Orange shrugs, eyes gleaming in the dim light.

"You heard Janus," Orange says. "I have other parts to play. You're the stepping stone. Thomas listens to you, even if he doesn't like it." He leans closer, Remus's cackling echoing in his ears.

"This will work."

[quarterette]

Just finished Last Exile

The aesthetics are peak and I am responding so unreasonably positively to this drab palette, camera shake, layered synth music, and artificial film grain. The particular flavor of machinery is also doing a lot for me.

Would have liked more episodes of 'underdog couriers Klaus and Lavie'. As much as I enjoyed the "show don't tell" aspects of the worldbuilding, it would have been nice to get more consistent exposure to how Blue/Claudia/water all go into Vanship fueling. I guess it's my priorities in world building shining through - much more interested in the sociological aspects of the magitek (why is Claudia both fuel and currency? How does water get purified and rated in Anatoray?) rather than the pure mechanical stuff like the big flying gunships, and it's easier to see those bits when the stakes are lower.

At the end of the day I can see why it is considered a cult classic among nerds that enjoy this stuff. Like, yes the floating space colony concept needed to be confirmed via supplemental material but man. So many concepts that have been thought out but only get a few min of screen time. This is my jam.

However I am really mad that none of the reviews actually mentioned that this was a goddamn harem show. I could forgive the love triangle but the kiss from the princess/XO was just so bizarre. Like, I know there was a stint of "different hair, different lady" trope being popular around this time but it was still so left field. The manga doesn't help by rehashing the Tatiana/Lavie/Claus bit again. And anecdotally can't tell if Claus' nobility heritage was just super obscure in world vs the author forgot but the whole bit with Tatiana's uncle was just one big eye roll. And mixed feelings on Alister somehow transforming into a drama lover.

The only character I really got attached to was Lavie but I could see glimmers of what might have made the other characters more compelling had they been presented better (Claus' obsession with finishing a job felt like there was more to unravel, Alex's angsty revenge plot didn't have quite enough meat to make me commit, and Dio's arc went out with a whimper. Also Mullin going back to be cannon fodder was pretty weird, what a confusing way of showing him figuring himself out.)

Also the ending theme slaps, while the opening is also growing on me like mold.

Time to watch the much bouncier looking sequel.

[thecardiackids]

Straight up cannot be mad about that catch. Beautiful baseball mr mullins

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Mads Mullins at Christopher John Rogers, Resort 2023

[knittinganddrinkingtea]

Celine Spring 2019

Model: Mads Mullins

[dopescissorscashwagon]

Unveiling the Stunning Seguin Island Light Station in Phippsburg, Maine, captured from above with my drone. by Barry Mullin

Fun Fact: Rumor has it that Seguin Island is haunted. A Lighthouse Keeper got a piano for his bored wife, but her repetitive playing drove him to madness. Tragically, they both met a grim fate. Today, eerie piano music and the playful spirit of a young girl linger on the island.

#NewEnglandLighthouses #MaineLighthouse #Maine @visitmaine @Maines_Best @amhaunted

[detournementsmineurs]

"Corset, Jupe et Bottes-Prothèses" d'Alexander McQueen pour l'athlète handisport Aimee Mullins en cuir, dentelle de soie et bois sculpté (1999) à l'exposition "Mode & Sport, d'un Podium à l'Autre" au Musée des Arts Décoratifs (MAD), Paris, février 2024.

[cmesinic]

Now that they’re mad, they are talking. All this shit about this pedophile should have come out before. Repugnance hypocrisy!