#sylo

[unknownoro]

Real Fomo, but I’m always M.I.A

[pendragonthegreat]

okay i finished rereading sylo (gnawing at the bars of my cage) does anyone want to talk about sylo

[karam-ba]

finally made sylo's borg design and updated his xB design to fit it better

[gregor-samsung]

" «Con la cultura non si mangia» ha dichiarato […] Tremonti il 14 ottobre 2010. Poi, non contento, ha aggiunto: «Di cultura non si vive, vado alla buvette a farmi un panino alla cultura, e comincio dalla Divina Commedia». Che umorista. Che statista. Meno male che c’è gente come lui, che pensa ai sacrosanti danè. E infatti, con assoluta coerenza, Tremonti ha tagliato un miliardo e mezzo di euro alle università e otto miliardi alla scuola di primo e secondo livello, per non parlare del Fus, il Fondo unico per lo spettacolo e altre inutili istituzioni consimili. Meno male. Sennò, signora mia, dove saremmo andati a finire?

In questi ultimi anni, però, l’ex socialista Tremonti non è stato il solo uomo politico a pronunciarsi sui rapporti tra cultura ed economia. Per esempio, l’ex ministro del Lavoro e delle Politiche sociali, Maurizio Sacconi, ha sostenuto che per i laureati non c’è mercato e che la colpa della disoccupazione giovanile è dei genitori che vogliono i figli dottori invece che artigiani. Sapesse, contessa… E il filosofo estetico Stefano Zecchi, in servizio permanente effettivo nel centrodestra, ha chiuso in bellezza, come del resto gli compete per questioni professionali: ha detto che in Italia i laureati sono troppi. Insomma, non c’è dubbio che la destra italiana abbia sposato la cultura della non cultura e (chissà?) magari già immagina un ritorno al tempo dell'imperatore Costantino, quando la mobilità sociale fu bloccata per legge e ai figli era concesso fare solo il lavoro dei padri. (Non lo sapeva, professor Sacconi? Potrebbe essere un’idea…) E la sinistra o come diavolo si chiama adesso? Parole, parole, parole. Non c’è uno dei suoi esponenti che, dal governo o dall'opposizione, non abbia fatto intensi e pomposi proclami sull'importanza della cultura, dell'innovazione, dell'istruzione, della formazione, della ricerca e via di questo passo, ma poi, stringi stringi, non ce n’è stato uno (be’, non esageriamo: magari qualcuno c’è stato…) che non abbia tagliato i fondi alla cultura, all'innovazione, all'istruzione, alla formazione, alla ricerca e via di questo passo. Per esempio, nel programma di governo dell'Unione per il 2006 si diceva: «Il nostro Paese possiede un’inestimabile ricchezza culturale che in una società postindustriale può diventare la fonte primaria di una crescita sociale ed economica diffusa. La cultura è un fattore fondamentale di coesione e di integrazione sociale. Le attività culturali stimolano l’economia e le attività produttive: il loro indotto aumenta gli scambi, il reddito, l’occupazione. Un indotto che, per qualità e dimensioni, non è conseguibile con altre attività: la cultura è una fonte unica e irripetibile di sviluppo economico». Magnifico, no? Poi l’Unione (o come diavolo si chiamava allora) vinse le elezioni e andò al governo. La prima legge finanziaria, quella per il 2007, tagliò di trecento milioni i fondi per le università. Bel colpo. Ci furono minacce di dimissioni del ministro per l’Università e la Ricerca, Fabio Mussi. Ma le minacce non servirono. Tant’è che, nella successiva legge di bilancio, furono sottratti altri trenta milioni dal capitolo università a favore… degli autotrasportatori. E inoltre, come scrivono Francesco Sylos Labini e Stefano Zapperi, nel 2006 con il governo Prodi «c’è stato un calo del trenta per cento circa dei finanziamenti, cosicché il già non generoso sostegno alla ricerca di base è diminuito, da circa centotrenta a poco più di ottanta milioni di euro, proprio nel periodo in cui al governo si è insediato lo schieramento politico che, almeno a parole, ha sempre manifestato un grande interesse per la ricerca». Certo, dopo quanto avevano scritto nel programma, non sarebbe stato chic e «progressista» avere la faccia tosta di dire che bisognava sottrarre risorse alla scuola e all'università, e allora non l’hanno detto. Però l’hanno fatto, eccome. "

Bruno Arpaia e Pietro Greco, La cultura si mangia, Guanda (collana Le Fenici Rosse), 2013¹ [Libro elettronico]

[lil-meowmeow-senpai]

Have some havik for your hard work

Uhm I've been recently having severe brainrot for havik. It's been fun but not really it's a mess. He's a mess. And he's fun to draw

[sylo-mariathic]

Here you go everyone. I'm under the water. Is this good enough

[micah-del-rey]

Hi Micah have you ever wanted to watch movies in the lounge freezer instead of do work. You're invited too if you want

-Sylo Mariathic

omg yes I love any chance not to work 😍 CAN WE WATCH LEGALLY BLONDE PLS PLS PLS

[sesiondemadrugada]

Destination Inner Space (Francis D. Lyon, 1966).

[herblackabyss]

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[Title] 7 Dates, 7 Conflicts [Rating & Genre] [M] 18+, strangers to lovers, Collage AU [Pairing] Jeon Jungkook x Reader (Amaya Bradford) [Trigger Warnings] one little cuss word

[A/N] I'm working on two other fics along with this one, not BTS related sorry besties but I'm super excited about them especially the Mingi one. Rengoku Mingi lives in my soul rent-free 24/7, 365. but anywhoo I hope you all enjoy. I spent tiiimmmmmeeee editing and refining because I wasn't satisfied with the flow but I guess it's okay now... it's actually stressing me lol kmt. Your feedback is always welcomed guys it helps me improve my writing so feel free to critique in a helpful way. Also I named MC because it really helps with my writing but y'all can just replace the name ig <3

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7:48 AM

If there's one aspect of school that I utterly dread, it's undoubtedly these cursed early mornings. Dragging myself out of bed at the ass crack of dawn feels like a form of punishment, a ritual concocted by the overlords of academia. I can almost picture them huddled together, plotting in the dim glow of a single desk lamp, cackling as they birthed this diabolical plan to subject students to ungodly class hours. It's as if they extracted it straight from the depths of a collective sleep-deprived nightmare. Yet, no matter how hard I tried to avoid it, luck seemed to take a vacation during this particular semester. My favourite professor of all time, Mr Moody, and his highly sought-after class turned into the academic equivalent of a rare collector's item. The moment that registration portal creaked open, it was as if someone had fired the starting pistol at a track meet—the slots for Mr Moody's class were filled up faster than a Snapchat story on a roller coaster. So here I am now, faced with the one option that clung to the registration page like a stubborn sticker—an 8 am lecture..

Goddamn it.

It's the first day of the new semester, and I can already feel exhaustion seeping into my bones. Despite my reputation as an academic overachiever, I've developed a chronic allergy to early mornings. The mere thought of tearing myself away from the warm embrace of my blankets before 10 am sends an unbearable itch coursing through my body. It feels like I'm wrestling a goddamn grizzly bear every single morning just to make it to class on time.The snooze button has practically become your best friend—Ahem, sorry, not sorry, Chenle. And let's not even talk about the inner battle that rages on when I have to choose between a few extra minutes of precious sleep or a decent breakfast. Navigating through a labyrinth of corridors, I finally arrive at the lecture hall, securing a seat right in the heart of the middle row. I've always held the belief that my choice of seating speaks volumes about my stance on the upcoming semester. For me, it's all about striking that perfect balance. Front rows are out of the question—too much scrutiny from the professor's watchful gaze. But the back rows are equally unacceptable, a potential vortex of distraction among the Neanderthals. So I opt for the middle ground, a conscious decision to engage without being swallowed whole. As I settle in, I lazily rummage through my backpack, unearthing the recommended textbook for class, a fresh notebook, and that pencil pouch I scored from a Sugar Rush Riot concert during summer break. My gaze sweeps across the sea of semi-conscious faces in the room, hoping to catch sight of any familiar ones. And lo and behold, I manage to spot a few friendly faces. There's Ava, my ethics class companion from last year, Gina, my partner-in-crime for surviving Mr. Hanson's painfully dull physics lectures, Issa and Lucas, the dynamic duo who effortlessly infused Parisian flair into my French class last semester, and, unfortunately, the notorious campus Lothario, Jeon Jungkook.

He's got quite the reputation, you know? A real crowd-pleaser, widely sampled, and utterly disrespectful. Around campus, it's like every girl has her very own "Jeon Adventure" to share, each tale brimming with explicit and intricate accounts of how he managed to leave them a quivering, breathless mess. Frankly, it's rather revolting. The way they flaunt every encounter with him like it's some kind of prized badge, casually boasting about every single detail of their time spent together.

A sigh escapes my lips, and I shake my head in mild exasperation. Jungkook might be popular, but I'm not interested in becoming a chapter in his little escapades. I certainly can't afford a distraction of his magnitude and certainly have no intention of sharing a guy with the entire campus.

Lazing there, lost in thought, waiting for class to commence, my eyes are inexplicably drawn to his striking side profile. Absently, I trace the line of his sharp jaw, observing the corners of his eyes crinkling as he engages in animated conversation with his friends. A subtle twitch of his nose, almost like a telltale sign, triggers a charming smile that graces his lips. His head tips back in response to a particularly hilarious joke, and in that instant, his gaze locks onto mine. His lips curl into a languid grin as he watches me. His sudden attentiveness snaps me out of whatever trance I was in, and before I know it, my face scrunches up into a deep scowl. I dramatically roll my eyes before diverting my attention elsewhere, avoiding any further visual contact.

With impeccable timing, Chenle saunters into my peripheral vision, deftly navigating through the rows of my fellow classmates with two steaming cups of coffee and a pair of assorted bagel boxes from Avery's Baegel Shop. Always the savior, isn't he? Seriously, where would I be without him? He's practically rescued me from the brink of starvation more times than I can count. He seamlessly slides into the seat next to me, placing the delectable breakfast on the desk in front of me. The mouthwatering aroma triggers an intense craving, causing my mouth to water involuntarily.

"What's with the expression?" he playfully teases, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips, noticing the way my brows knit together.

"Nothing," I replied with an annoyed huff, a hint of a smile curling up the corners of my mouth as I popped open the lid of the tempting treasure trove before me. My eyes locked onto the ideal choice—a cinnamon and creme bagel, practically begging to be savored.

As I took a bite, the explosion of flavors enveloped my senses, prompting a contented moan to escape my lips. Chenle chuckled at my reaction, well aware of just how much I appreciated his thoughtful gesture. He's always had an uncanny knack for understanding exactly what I need, even without me uttering a single word.

"I knew that one would hit the spot," he remarked, his eyes dancing with amusement.

"You know me too well," I replied, savoring each delectable bite.

"Oh, by the way, guess who's in this class?" I casually tossed out, locking eyes with my friend and flashing a knowing grin. Chenle and Jungkook happened to share the same major, and they'd endured numerous classes together. Most of my insights about the dreadful experience of sharing a lecture with Jungkook had been filtered through Chenle's complaints. Apparently, the guy had a knack for transforming classes into needlessly complex puzzles.

"You've got to be kidding," he scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically, disbelief etched across his features. I subtly nodded in the direction of the back row, where Jungkook was comfortably settled. I took another heavenly bite of the warm bagel, savoring the exquisite blend of cinnamon and brown sugar that danced on my taste buds. "But hey, don't sweat it too much. Rumor has it that Mrs. Steel doesn't take any nonsense in her class. Maybe she'll be the one to rein him in."

Almost as if on cue, Veronica Steel strode into the lecture hall, exuding an aura of self-assuredness, her car keys swinging carelessly from her fingers. Her lack of teaching materials upon entry suggested that she might not have an elaborate agenda for today's session. Fortunately for me, this was my only class on a Monday, leaving the rest of the day blissfully free.

"Good morning, everyone," she began, introducing herself with a confidence that immediately put me at ease. Her subtle Spanish accent added a touch of warmth and familiarity to her words. "I'm your instructor, Mrs. Veronica Steel."

"I won't keep you too long, given that this is our first class. However, I do have some important information to share." Her words lingered in the air, grabbing everyone's attention. "All the assignments for this course will be completed in pairs, and I've already assigned your partners. You should have received an email this morning containing the list of assigned pairs." The room sprang to life as students scrambled to retrieve their devices and check their emails, myself included.

My laptop springs to life, and I eagerly navigate to my inbox, searching for the email from Mrs. Steel. Hoping against hope that I've been paired with Chenle, or at the very least, with Gina or Issa, anyone who won't make my life a living nightmare. My eyes scan the list, darting over each name with bated breath, and then Chenle leans over and lightly taps the "Ctrl+F" keys on my keyboard. I can't help but feel a hint of embarrassment; it's not like I've forgotten such a basic keyboard shortcut.

With deliberate care, my trembling fingers spell out my name. Dread courses through my veins, fearing the prospect of being saddled with a partner who'd expect me to carry the entire load. With each letter that materializes on the screen, the suspense heightens. And there it is, as I complete the last letter, my partnership materializes on the screen: Jungkook Jeon & Amaya Bradford.

The air seems to vanish from the room. This can't be real. Out of all the potential partners, it had to be Jungkook. And to make matters worse, this partnership is locked in for the entire semester. Veronica's voice keeps rolling, outlining the expectations for the upcoming assignments. "Each pair will evaluate their partner for every assignment," her words hang heavily, driving home the gravity of the situation and the potential impact on our grades.

The idea of spending a whole semester partnered with Jungkook feels like a mental minefield. We're polar opposites, like oil and water, each with a distinct approach to academics and life. Finding common ground for effective collaboration seems an insurmountable challenge, one that's thrust upon me, whether I like it or not.

Mrs. Steel's voice rings in my ears, emphasizing that switching partners is off the table, no negotiations allowed. The pit of dread in my stomach deepens. This is unavoidable, a collaboration sentence I'm forced to endure.

Against my will, my gaze drifts towards Jungkook. Fuck I really can't stand this guy—an infuriating, self-assured grin plastered on his face. He's relaxed, clearly the king of his realm, ignoring the brunette whispering away on his right. His eyes, however, are locked on me, as if I'm the only presence in the room that matters.

As Veronica concludes, she leaves us with a parting shot. "Thanks for showing up, and I can't wait to see the amazing work you all produce. Welcome to COMM101." And just like that, she's gone, leaving me to wrestle with the chaos in my mind.

"Fml," I whisper, my forehead making contact with the table's surface with a resounding thud.

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[pendragonthegreat]

another crazy ebay find of something i've never heard of before and can't find any other mentions of online: sylo promotional dog tags

[la-anarchy]

[karam-ba]

i realized i've been drawing sylo for like three years now omg i wanted to do a lil side by side. the 2022 one is lowkey still cute

2021 -> 2022 -> 2023 -> 2024

[syloxo]

sylo

𝑠ℎ𝑒/ℎ𝑒𝑟

𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑠: 𝑗𝑗𝑘, 𝑏𝑙𝑙𝑘, ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑘𝑦𝑢𝑢, 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑦𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙, 𝑘𝑎𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖 + 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒

𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑛𝑜 𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤, 𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝐼 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑔𝑛!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑖 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟: 𝑗𝑗𝑘, 𝑏𝑙𝑙𝑘, ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑘𝑦𝑢𝑢, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑘𝑎𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖

𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔

[convxction]

ooc. latest lore in lads made me think about car chase between s.ylus and the evol police--detective krumbino. despite all of that and krumb does not get a good look at sylo. funny thing he makes him crash his car and krubm is sent to the hospital (dragged there by three police officers) and sylo sends a 'get well' card that says 'catch me if you can, detective.'

[lil-meowmeow-senpai]

Blueberry guy

I gotta get better at drawing portraits/busts ahh

Uhm this is my oc April he's in love with another one of my ocs named Levi. Which I'll show eventually. April is like some sort of demon, definetky hellspawn with a human disguise

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