#the suspended moment

[withwater]

Tamara Dean's The Suspended Moment (2022)

From her instagram:

"'The Suspended Moment' 2022

Leaning into the still life genre and inspired by the Dutch master oil painters I created a series of still-life vignettes in my underwater studio.

My execution contradicts the idea of the 'still life' by animating the scene, encouraging some of my objects to take flight so as to appear to defy the rules of gravity.

Shot on my Fujifilm GFX100S + the new GF20-35mmF4 lens.

Huge thanks to @raven_claw07 for being such a great assistent"

[0809sysblings]

ok just thought of the FUNNIEST fucking concept.

so the prisoners hear what we say about them. what if it's always the language the comment was in? so theyd hear Japanese comments as Japanese and then hear English comments as English, etc.

Shidou can speak English, and the other prisoners somehow learn this information as well. he becomes the go-to person to get a translation whenever a prisoner hears a voice in English.

Fuuta: yo Shidou. can you translate these? i wrote them down when i heard them last night. Shidou: oh yes of course *takes the paper* The paper: "king got cancelled for his Twitter crimes" "he's so transgender and for what" "he's so pathetic i want to put him in a blender" Shidou: Fuuta: ... well??? Shidou: sorry just... give me a moment to collect my thoughts

Kazui: Shidou-kun, i know you're busy, but ah.... would you mind translating these for me? for some reason i haven't been able to get them out of my head... here i wrote them down Shidou: oh sure, Mukuhara-san, i've got time *takes the paper* The paper: "he is NOT beating the allegations" "ohhh so he's just gay" "old man yaoi" "hes not that old stop saying 'old man yaoi'" Shidou: ............. if you could just give me some time to take a closer look at these later...

[magicdyke]

[sopuu]

top ten creeper trickshots

[m1d-45]

reverse isekai but it’s me at 6:45 pm in a car

-> warnings: spoilers for inazuma archon quest, depictions of modern organized religion(none are specified, none are in great detail, but talks of restrictions within those are mentioned. it’s only one paragraph but still), this is unedited and with zero (0) plot to it :))

-> lowercase intended

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky

your world is loud.

from the moment the favored could see it, this was clear. it was loud, filling with screaming machinery that left trails of dust and buildings so tall it made their neck hurt to view.

it was bright, with lights that shone through the darkest of nights, reflecting off glass and the speeding machines and reflecting reflecting reflecting back into eyes to sting. your sun is so harsh, so unpleasant and overbearing, hot instead of warm and burning instead of soothing.

it’s cluttered, wires suspending from towers and running along your roads. glittering signs point out things they can’t read, the sacred script only giving them a headache. at night, they can find no comfort in the stars, something that sends them into a panic the first time they see it. it’s not clouds, it’s not anything worldly blocking their view, it’s that they’re gone, the ones they can see washed out and faded. they wonder how anybody can live like this, and if you blessed them with a night sky of such beauty because yours was so…

they can recognize some of it, the plants and trees and flowers, wild or not, call to them in recognition, but so much is frighteningly new. the style of the clothing, the kinds of jewelry on the people you pass. try as they might, they can’t locate a single vision anywhere, not even on you. they wonder if people hide them, like during the vision hunt decree, but even at home you don’t reach for it, you start fires with odd devices and plants grow slowly, the air and stone unmoving to your desires. you spill drinks. you freeze water using more strange machinery.

it’s so strange, because they can feel your world brim with elemental energy. their vision beams, shining so brightly with all of the potential suspended in your world. no matter how poor their elemental sight, your world glows, the air itself carrying a blue tinge. they try, in a world without visions, to use theirs, and their power springs in an instant to their fingertips. it dances across their hands, enveloping when they barely intended for a small spark, a small flame jumping across the dry grass of unspent energy in your world. they extinguish it quickly, tightening their hand into a fist to stamp it out before they damage something, and something like awe shines in their eyes. there’s so much, their vision so eagerly lapping it up, and you.. don’t use it?

you have machines for everything, devices to harness the wind and waves, boats to travel across water at impossible speeds, strange flying machines that you can hear from the ground, mere specks in the sky, and yet… you have yet to capture them in their most essential forms. you speak of elements, sometimes, but you use different names and there seems to be many, many more. you say that the air holds ‘nitrogen’, that you seal things with foil of ‘aluminum’, and you even say that water itself is composed of ‘hydrogen’ and ‘oxygen’, something that they struggle to understand. how can water be made of something else? how can hydro users bend more than one thing to their will? how can anemo wielders command such a broad spectrum of things? you speak of other elements in the earth, and though some are familiar, such as iron and gold, others’ names hold no meaning. you say potassium is in fruit, that there’s multicolored rocks called bismuth and poisonous liquids named mercury. you say that there’s 118 elements, when all they’ve known is 7.

it takes them a while to come to terms with that one, and even then they settle on it being inherently outside of their understanding. after all, they are in a world crafted by a god.

speaking of..

there are multiple religions in your world?

and it’s not as if they’re different ways or interpretations of the same god, no, it’s entirely different ones. not in the ways of teyvat, where everybody’s aware of all seven and follows the one of their nation, not even that much. they’re wildly different, with different policies and ways of worship, some with multiple gods and others with just one. some are strict, ways of lifestyle chosen and laid out, whilst others are lax. and even within the same religion, it varies from one place of worship to another? somehow? some religions specify clothing, disallowing certain parts of the body to be exposed- which they can understand to an extent. it’s when they learn of religions that police love, ones that write in harsh lines where and when and who somebody can love, that they need to take a step away.

so many parts of your world are confusing. so bright, flashy, new, rumbling in the walls and barreling down the roads with nothing but a scream to warn. lights are everywhere, every sign and post and building vying for your attention. this they could understand, as who wouldn’t wish to be the object of your interest, but the most dizzying fact that they learn during their stay is that you are no different than anybody else. everybody is subject to these sights, everybody is pulled in by a particular shade or cut of cloth, everybody is startled by the bright lights and loud announcements. everybody. you’re lost in the ocean of people so different and yet endlessly identical, nobody’s eyes lingering on you or calling your name specifically. when you step into a crowd, nobody notices you, save for the select, precious few to whom you are known. you have to carve out a place in your world, go out of your way to make sure your name, your face, your interests are kept in somebody’s mind, and even then people dare to forget.

that’s the worst of all. overwhelming lights, sounds, smells: nothing. it makes sense that they’d be out of their depth in a world built for the divine. but to know that you’re not receiving any of the recognition you deserve, to know that nobody thinks highly of your work in teyvat, to know that you were kind enough descend and build yourself a new life amongst the world, and to share your creation across said world, only for nobody to appreciate it. nobody thinks twice. people dare to complain over something you’ve hand-crafted, over something that, even after completion, you revisited with a traveller, doing your best to save one sibling and fix the problems that had cropped up in your wake. you’ve done so much, you’ve cared after it so lovingly, and you boosted the power of some of those you granted a vision to. as somebody who had experienced this love first hand, the favored could not find the words to express their anger at the situation. your world was wrong, it was cruel, and though they found beauty in the most hidden of places, it didn’t change the fact that it didn’t love you.

it only strengthened their desire to take you back to teyvat, where you would be truly loved.

[cleo-serotonin]

h2o so perfectly encapsulates teenage girlhood and all the good and bad that comes with it. like building the greatest friendships of your life but also losing friends you once thought were close. your parents divorcing but gaining a new parent. growing up to see the best in your parents and becoming closer to your family. getting boyfriends but knowing they come second to your girlfriends. drinking juices and shit talking and knowing you would swim to the ends of the earth for these people, because they get you in a way no one else ever will.

[twinsfawn]

*throws u over my shoulder*

[16vince]

*snatches lecfosi title from Max* nevermind, you can go bye

[made-nondescript]

i have GOT to stress how fucking weird hermitcraft is more when i write it. i bias too much towards dsmp being the crazy ones bc theyre constantly in turmoil but also scar is a canonical cannibal and doc built a machine that is eating the fucking earth and shit like that i have GOT to write them weirder

[the-phoenix-heart]

Please someone tell me why Blitzo saying "hideyhahooha Stolas" and climbing over the balcony was the sexiest part of the episode.

Followed closely by Stolas inserting the crystal in Blitzo's glove, and Blitzo's animation while yelling at Stolas.

[satans-knitwear]

Delicate gold, royal blue, and a little something delicious ✨

Treat me ~ Tip me

[random-fandom-whump]

Supernatural S01E02 ↳ RFW’s Favorite SPN Whump Moments

[ravenpureforever]

Absolutely losing my mind over the fact Teacher Sani went “why don’t we give the boys a short suspension and give them time to reflect.” And Akk proceeded to go home to his parents with his boyfriend, come out to his parents and then lose his virginity and have an idyllic romantic getaway with his besties and parents.

“Reflection” He’s getting laid with his future husband who’s probably ditching school to be here!

“Improve their behavior” He’s have a beach celebration with his friends watching the BL movie he starred in and cuddling with his boyfriend

Teacher Sani was the real ally all along, huh?

[exy-shmexy]

I just had this very vivid image of Andrew reading outside in his backyard with the sun shining down on him while King and Sir are basking in the sunlight next to him curled up around each other

[small-witch-big-hat]

If people don't find the Vast appealing then why did we invent roller coasters

[edgepunk]

don't get me wrong J.M. Straczyński is one of the best ASM writers but he was the one that started the bullshit mystical Spider Totem crap that I loathe about the comic Spid/er-Verse. I prefer Spi/der-Man being more sci-fi, the moment magic gets involved that isn't associated with other characters like Dr. Str*nge I'm starting to black out like please. stop.