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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Pitt (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Melissa "Mel" King/Frank Langdon Characters: Melissa "Mel" King, Frank Langdon, Abby Langdon, Frank Langdon's Children, Yolanda Garcia, Trinity Santos, Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Cassie McKay, Dennis Whitaker, Victoria Javadi, Dana Evans, Heather Collins, Becca King, Samira Mohan Additional Tags: Divorced Frank Langdon, but not for a bit!, Jealousy, Mutual Pining, Angst, Fluff, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mel and Frank meet in med school, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, I forgot about Frank's dog, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction Summary:

“Mel? Melissa King? You’re here.”

“I’m your new R2,” said Mel.

The way Frank lit up, she’d think he’d found the secret to every disaster that would grace the ED today.

“Welcome to the Pitt, Dr. King.” Frank said the Pitt like a ringleader introduced his circus. He even spread his arms out in showmanship. “Just like old times, right?”

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Frank and Mel meet a little earlier. This only changes some things.

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did i just read the best kingdon fic ever? i just read the best fic ever

call it a habit, call it a sin by readingnotes  <users only!!>

bestfriend to lovers but like bestfriend tooooooooooooooooo lovers <yeah, took them quite a while>. it's also iksong romance inspired so fellow hospital playlist fans you can giggle and kicks your feet more lol

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Sooo I've read loads of shinran fanfics for years >> Shinran Masterlist

And I've decided to share my good recommendations of fics about ran finding out conan's idenity (this was posted in reddit as well):

RAN FINDING OUT:

Facade by platinum-breaker

Summary: Conan did not expect Ran to suddenly corner him one day.

The Face She'd never seen by ChibiRaccoon

Summary: In all the time she had known him, Ran had never seen that look on his face.

coming back to her by readingnotes

Summary: They broke him. They broke him into so many pieces, and now they're right in front of her, not Edogawa Conan, not Kudo Shinichi; no, now she's the detective, she has to solve this jigsaw puzzle and put him back together. He won't be the same. Of course not. But she'll fix him into the person he'll become.

Artificial Anxiety by Serinox

Summary: On that fateful day in Tropical Land, Shinichi turned away from chasing Vodka when Ran called out to him. Now they are in a relationship and things are progressing nicely. But events happen, which create a kind of artificial anxiety between them, that they have to deal with. Good times are easy, but can they get through the hard times too?

BACK WHERE HE BELONGS by jojoangel01

Summary: Takes part in Shinichis rebirth. Will he seize the day he was rewarded with after getting his body back? Will he be able to control his feelings for a certain person that holds his heart? PURE FLUFF, I mean it! SR, of course! What else? [COMPLETE!]

seven-percent by AngelicSentinel

Summary: Ran finds out at the worst possible time Shinichi is Conan. Now she's got to break them both out of the Black Organisation's lab, but time is running out.

The Mystery of Conan Edogawa by funvince

Summary: Ran Mouri is tired of the lies and evasions. She is determined to get to the truth behind her little house guest once and for all. But is she really prepared for what she may find?

Ran isn't an Idiot! by Baekho0123

Summary: What if Ran knew the truth right away? What if she knew who Edogawa, Conan really is? How much will that change?

Kudo Will Die by Ichthyophobia

Summary: Kogoro finds out. Conan, miraculously, survives the revelation. But only because Ran should get to kill him first.

The Gift of Love by EsTeLweNadia

Note: happens after the reveal

Summary: AU – After the defeat of the Black Organization. Sometimes, the greatest gifts of love come in small packages. Shinichi/Ran.

Feel What You Know by impossibleorimprobable

Summary: They killed her. They killed Mouri Ran. High school detective Edogawa Conan grew up cold, ruthless, and brilliant as ever. With his help, police took down the biggest crime syndicate in Japan. In the ashes, they found a child that bore too much resemblance to a girl that should have died ten years ago. The truth must come out. But at what cost?

OTHER FICS

The Case of the Missing Detective by Krista Perry

Summary: On hiatus, NOT dead. Please see my profile for details. ) A former member of the Black Org wants the secret of eternal youth and immortality, and he thinks he can get it by kidnapping Conan. Conan begs to differ.

The Darkness Inside by Akrim

Summary: Aoko receives a bunch of foreboding messages. It could be a prank but she still decides to consult with Kudo Shinichi - just in case it was not a prank. But it's Ran instead with whom she decides to decode these messages. But things are not what they seem and soon they have spun a web of lies, secrets and danger.

SIDE NOTE: if I can find more of the fics which is under a pile of files I've kept for so long. I will edit, feel free to add your comments and suggestions!

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Reading Notes #436 https://ift.tt/30SOxrl

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Intimate Life In Photography

The Photograph as Contemporary Art - Chapter 5 Intimate Life

- By Charlotte Cotton

“The use of seemingly unskilled photography is an intentional device that signals the intimacy of the relationship between the photographer and his/her subjects.”

Family images are usually taken at symbolic points in family life --- a dramatic / symbolic moments, with loved ones, usually staged. “What remains absent in such images, however, are things we perceive as culturally mundane or taboo.”

Art photography substitutes the flip-side of expected scenarios and takes as its subjects the non-events of daily life: sleeping, waiting, being bored, and uncommunicative.

Starting in the late 1980s, the stylistic signs in art practice has made its way into fashion photography. The fashion industry began to absorb these anti-commercial gestures into its advertising, and borrowed the aesthetic strategy from art photography in intimate life. However, without the authenticity of the photographers’ biography, fashion photography was bound to be the target of social campaign. 

Some influential photographers in intimate life:

Nan Goldin

The personal is the universal

“Goldin was consciously sequencing her photographs into themes that directed the viewer to think beyond the specifics of her subjects; lives and about general narratives of universal experience.”

Compared to social documentary, “...her intimate photographs are a genuine record of a personal life and not simply pseudo-empathetic observation.”

Nobuyoshi Araki 荒木经惟

“Araki's photographs of young Japanese women 􀇔re seen as a visual diary of his sexual life, for he clams to have had sex with most of the women depicted. His images are often seen as a kind of photographic foreplay, rather than a detached and exploitative voyeurism.”

Larry Clark - Tulsa (1971) & Tennage Lust (1983)

In Tulsa, Clark “...centre on a self-destructive combination of sex, drugs and guns in the hands of out-of-control young people. Tulsa contains grainy black-and-white photographs taken by Clark throughout his twenties, starting in 1963 [134]. They are hfs most strictly autobiographical works as they diaristically document his youth and that of his friends.”

Ryan McGinley

With full awareness of the traditions within the established genre of intimate photography, McGinley’s work shows a lack of angst and pathos apparent in earlier intimate photography, substituted by a knowing playfulness in collaboration with his subjects to help shape the narratives.

Larry Sultan  (b. 1964)

Sultan grew up in a suburban in California, which later became a source of inspiration for many of his projects. His famous project, Pictures from Home, vividly depicts the his family history and parents’ relationships. In his most recent work, Homeland, Sultan photographed the outskirts of a suburbs --- the marginal spaces and transitional zones invisible to most of people. These were the places where the young Sultan used to enjoy a piece of freedom. Sultan hired day laborers as actors for the landscape photographs and directed their action, drawing from sources such as his own childhood wanderings and their experiences as exiles.

Antioch Creek, 2018  |  Homeland, Larry Sultan

I am very intrigued by Sultan’s works, especially Homeland. The displacement in Sultan’s series of photos results in provocative dramas that provokes reminiscent emotions and thoughts about home. 

I feel I can deeply relate to the subject matter, the nostalgic transitional terrain, he worked on. These places do not provide very “useful” functions other than connecting places that can be named. They are the ambiguous zones that are invisible to most of people who are actively engaged in our modern society. However, these unnamed places are the dreamlands for children living around. I can remembered these anonymous places I hang out a lot when I was a kid --- a deserted beach on the way to my school with a sewer’s exit (my friends and I had lots of imagination about what inside the sewer), the empty grass field behind our neighborhood unit, etc. As I grew up, however, I went to school; I went to work; I hung out at places you can find their names and locations on Google map. Sultan’s photos of those marginal spaces he sought out as a child remind me of my personal childhood and make me think about the modernization of spaces and lifestyle. 

Today these places are occupied by the exile workers who travelled all the way from home in order to make a living. I found the juxtaposition is so interesting, especially when I think about the young Sultan and the exile workers shared these marginal spaces. While Sultan calls it home, the workers sitting under the same tree, longing for his home. What is the memory they have about this pace?  And what are they in common to share this space?  What make children like Sultan left this place? And what makes these workers come to this place?

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reading notes-Don’t Make Me Think

September 5, 2019

Chapter 1. Don’t make me think

Classification, order

Name chosen

Distinguish links and buttons

Clear process

Self-evident or self-explanatory

Chapter 2. How we really use web

Scan: on mission, relevant (vs. read)

Focus on words and phrases matching users’ thought

Satisfice: Choi’s first reasonable option (vs. optimize)

Middle through (vs. figure out)

Designers could steer users’ act

Chapter 3. Billboard design 101

Conventions: size, height, location, appearance

“If you’re going to innovate, you have to understand the value of what you’re replacing.”

Clarity trumps consistency.

Visual hierarchies: prominence, grouping, nesting; Obviously clickable, tappable button (one color, no underlines)

No shouting (importance), no disorganization; format text (headings, short paragraphs, bulleted lists, highlight key terms)

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“I believe that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension that we find paralyzing because we no longer hear our surprised feelings living.” -Rainer Maria Rilke • • • #letterstoayoungpoet #books #reading #poetry #readingnotes #borrowedbooks #booksfromfriends #openyourmind https://www.instagram.com/p/CEbpnK0pggk/?igshid=1np5o9yeovgq6

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For RebelCaptain Appreciation Week 2024, Day Five: Headcanons

Cassian could not remember a time when he starved. The same could not be said for Jyn Erso.

or: Cassian and his quest to feed Jyn.

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It started weeks ago, when Bodhi drank too much Correllian gin (predictably, it was supplied by one Captain Solo; Cassian could never fathom how they shared the same rank) and stumbled out of the hangar in their arms. En route to Bodhi’s quarters, the pilot asked Cassian and Jyn if they had Jedhan ale, brewed for two months and aged for five years by a sect of the Guardians of the Whills, the ones who only studied the Force pedantically and never spiritually, according to Chirrut.

“My sisters could drink me under the table,” said Bodhi. “Three kegs and still more to spare, but they always had to drag me back home before I embarrassed them. Took a few holograms to embarrass me, though. Kept them; they sent them to me when I was, I was on Eadu. They wanted me to visit more often. I should have, should have visited more often, yeah?”

“You did what you could,” said Cassian.

“Anyway,” said Bodhi. “Gone now.”

“Not gone,” said Jyn, halfway gone herself. “Just waiting for us all.”

“Do you believe in that?” She wore the kyber crystal around her neck, still, and she meditated with Chirrut whenever she could, but she was also practical and lethally blunt. Did she look forward to seeing Saw, Lyra, and Galen again? If he had expired on that shuttle over Scarif, bloody and delirious and home in her arms, would she think he was waiting for her, too?

“My mother taught me to have faith. Did yours?”

“Yes,” said Cassian. Maybe he was not far from a certain level of talkative intoxication either. “We prayed. We hoped.”

“There you have it, Bodhi. Hope.” She squeezed the pilot’s shoulder and smiled.

Warmth spread across Cassian’s face, tingled down his spine, and grounded into his stomach—the way tree roots stretched across acres, ancient and complete. It was from the gin and the exertion of carrying a drunk man to his room. It was just that, and nothing and no one else.

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reading notes sonic possible worlds (Voegelin)

Sound art, however, does not produce an object, either artistic or otherwise. It creates environments, timespace places that are contingent and reciprocal, invisible in the sense of unseen, offering not a logical complement and continuation to what is seen, but producing a mobile place of the heard from the dark possibility of all that sounds, without an ontological trace in sight. (p.52 Voegelin)

Art criticism that focuses on the installation shot, on the score, and on the fixed and finite parameters of the work misses this intuition and ignores the sensorial semantic materiality generated and grasped in a phenomenological possibilism: the reciprocal and intersubjective inhabiting of the work’s possibilities. (P.53)

sound artwork as a sonic possible world that has a concrete semantic materiality which we inhabit in listening and that we thus build presently from the time and space of our perception, and that we extend in negotiations to build the actualities of the real world.

They are complex installations of life, nominally mute, but including among all they hold and bring forth at least the potential for sound, as suggested for example in the huge gong and detached ear in Cell IV (1991).

what’s the potential for sound that Voegelin suggested in comments of LB’s Cell series? again the sculpture still functions as symbolism / representation of a sounding object rather than a form... the same in Toop’s paintings of hearing “instrument” and characters depicted listening gesture. 

I only come to this understanding when I engage in the Cells through their potential to sound— when I hear them as conceptual sound works rather than as mute sculptures. Bourgeois’ Cells , like sound, produce not an object, either artistic or otherwise, but invite a generative perception and draw us toward the invisible mobility in-between what can be seen...If we engage in her Cells as a conceptual sound and approach them with a sonic sensibility, we can “hear” the processes of connecting, building, and taking apart and explore, not through logical deduction but through a visceral inhabiting what always remains hidden without making it visible through references or as metaphors, but on our body, in the reciprocity of our own formlessness.

she also talked about embodied spectatorship, “visceral inhabiting”. But listening here is also metaphorical, our listening allows the agency of the work... “to produce rather than represent” 

Sound is the depth of the visual spectacle; it is grasped not by seeing the installation, the sculpture, but through inhabiting my own mobile place within its environment: unfolding, refolding, and generating itself in the infinity of its possibility.

I really like “the depth of the visual spectacle”, as Voegelin criticizing the current visual centered art criticism only talks about its aesthetic interpretation. 

“a connection with the world” 

“There is no gap between the contemplation and what is there”

I want to perform the critical immersion initiated in Bourgeois’ Cells and Murmurs on Florian Hecker’s work: to step into the work as world and explore the meaning of its invisible mobility in order to unearth its sensorial sense and live in it for a while.(p.65)

Voegelin’s writing has very strong writer’s voice. In the previous chapter she establish the concept of thinking about sound artwork as worlds then she uses this as a method to analyze case studies with personal observation. 

what the work might mean before my engagement? and how it comes to mean through my listening? 

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Reading Notes #406 https://ift.tt/37xoyI3

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reading notes-The game of life

October 10, 2019

Track users’ life style and change long term habits through games with features of unlocked challenges, physical benefits and seasonal sections.

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