Stranger Things
occasionally subtle

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if i look back, i am lost
cherry valley forever
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
dirt enthusiast
RMH

Janaina Medeiros

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shark vs the universe

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Acquired Stardust
Sade Olutola

Discoholic 🪩
Claire Keane

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
we're not kids anymore.
d e v o n
Jules of Nature

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@rsencrantz
DEATH BECOMES HER (1992) dir. Robert Zemeckis
GAME OF THRONES 3.07, The Bear and the Maiden Fair
Old Nan quite literally lives rent-free in every Stark child’s brain like the original Northern horror podcast. It’s hilarious because she wasn’t even trying to be scary that was just her bedtime routine. Other Westerosi kids got lullabies; the Stark kids got: “Once, my sweet summer child, the Others came and the sun died and everyone you love turned into ice-zombies anyway, sleep tight :)”
And the thing is… it sticks. Every single Stark kid, no matter where they are, no matter what trauma they’re experiencing, will suddenly remember one of her nightmare fables at the WORST possible moment.
She turned Winterfell into a place where the past is alive, where the Long Night is not a myth but a warning, where names like “the Last Hero” or “the Night’s King” sit in the back of your skull until the moment you realize maybe she wasn’t making anything up at all. Old Nan didn’t traumatize them accidentally she prepared them. In her own crooked, spooky way, she gave every Stark child the education they actually needed to survive the story they were about to enter.
NATALIE PORTMAN & MILA KUNIS Black Swan (2010), dir. Darren Aronofsky
Nickie Zimov
Licking or - better yet - kissing a mirror is a well-known motif in the mirrors-in-art genre. Apparently, a popular one among art lovers, too - I remember being surprised when the painting Baciare lo specchio (Kissing the Mirror) by the little-known Italian master Pietro Torrini remained the most 'liked' post of this blog for quite a while.
Below is not this painting, but a fin-de-siècle postcard by William Herman Rau (notice that it's not simply 'kissing the mirror', it's 'kissing the mirror reflected in another mirror'; erotic photographers have always been inventive):
It is not entirely clear whether what we see in the digital artwork by Nickie Zimov is a platonic kiss or a lesbian one; this work, and another similar one, leave this deliberately ambiguous:
There are many more works by this digital artist in which the kisses are unambiguously lesbian (which is totally fine by me; the only downside is that there are no mirrors there). I found one work (so far the only one) that unambiguously belongs to the 'kissing-the-mirror' category:
he's sick of it!!!!!!!
mcdrai | the drop | episode 56
AUBREY PLAZA as RILEY JOHNSON Happiest Season (2020) dir. Clea DuVall
... in the temple of Castor and Pollux at Ostia, a calm smoothed the sea, the wind changed to a gentle southern breeze, and the ships entered the harbour under full sail and again crammed the storehouses with grain. anthony and benedict bridgerton - who parents the parents?
BRIDGERTON (2020-) KATE AND ANTHONY
2.06 The Choice
CAMERON MONAGHAN Shattered (2022)
CAMERON MONAGHAN Shattered (2022)
May Welland's white costume in The Age of Innocence
Untitled © Peter Solarz
She played bass on 10,000 songs, including the most-played track of the twentieth century. She was paid $55 per session. Her name never appeared on the albums.
Gold Star Studios, Los Angeles, 1964. A woman in a cardigan walks past the receptionist, a Fender Precision bass in her hand like a briefcase. She doesn’t sign autographs. She signs a timesheet.
Her name is Carol Kaye. In three hours, she will record what will become the most-played track of the twentieth century. She’ll pocket fifty-five dollars and head to another studio, on the other side of town, for the next session.
The record label will never put her name on the album.
Between 1957 and 1973, Carol Kaye took part in roughly 10,000 recording sessions. Not as the featured artist, not as a guest, but as a hired hand. She was part of an anonymous collective nicknamed The Wrecking Crew—elite studio musicians who actually played the instruments on your favorite records while the famous bands posed for promotional photos.
The work was relentless. Three albums before the day was over. Stale coffee in paper cups. No rehearsal. The charts arrived minutes before the tape rolled. If you couldn’t read a chart and nail the take in two tries, you didn’t get called for the next session.
Carol could do it on the first try.
She started playing guitar in grimy bars at fourteen because her family couldn’t pay the electric bill. Music wasn’t a romantic dream for her. It was survival. It was a job—factory work with better acoustics and lower pay.
But she was faster and sharper than almost everyone else. She corrected charts in pencil while the producer was still explaining what he wanted. In one session in 1968, she told a famous producer his arrangement sounded like a dying dog. She chose her own line. They kept her version.
That descending bass line that drives the Beach Boys’ “Wouldn’t It Be Nice”? Carol Kaye. The propulsive groove of “These Boots Are Made for Walkin’”? Carol Kaye. The acoustic-guitar intro to “La Bamba”? Carol Kaye. The iconic theme from Mission: Impossible? Carol Kaye.
She invented techniques on the spot, out of sheer necessity. When the bass sound was too muddy for AM radio, she stuck felt under the strings and used a hard pick instead of her fingers. The tone cut through the static like a blade. It became the sonic signature that defined 1960s pop.
Bassists spent years—decades—trying to crack the secret of the Beach Boys’ gear to get that sound. They were studying the wrong people. They should have been studying Carol.
She received no royalties. No residuals. No gold-record ceremony. No credit on the album sleeves. When “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’” hit number one, Carol was already back in a studio cutting a soap jingle.
The biggest bands mimed her bass lines on TV variety shows. New York marketing departments decided a mom in classic clothes didn’t fit the rebellious-youth image they were selling. So they simply left her name off the album credits.
For thirty years, almost no one cared. The truth only began to surface in the late 1990s, when music researchers found the same union contract numbers on thousands of hit records. The very documents meant to preserve studio musicians’ anonymity betrayed them.
Think about it. Every time you heard “Good Vibrations,” “River Deep – Mountain High,” the Righteous Brothers, Nancy Sinatra, or Sonny and Cher, you were hearing Carol Kaye. She composed the soundtrack of an entire generation’s youth.
And yet the records still say nothing. She’s now over eighty. She wrote instructional books. She trained countless bassists. She is finally starting to be recognized by music historians who uncovered the truth about The Wrecking Crew.
But she never got what she deserved: her name on those albums. Credit for the music that defined an era. Recognition that those bass lines everyone associates with the “Beach Boys” were, in fact, Carol Kaye’s.
Fifty-five dollars a session. Ten thousand sessions. The most-played track of the twentieth century.
And the world didn’t know her name.
She was admitted to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 2025 but refused, fuck yeah, Carol. Her official website is incredible.
I have become obsessed with long term nuclear waste disposal warnings
LOOK AT THE HOSTILE ARCHITECTURE PROPOSED TO WARN FUTURE CIVILIZATIONS I’M GOING TO CRY
Like this is the closest thing we’re ever gonna have to old gods I’m really losing my mind
@jonathan-sins EXACTLY… THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKIN ABOUT BABY
“we sure are a species huh”
this fails to include all of the UN’s proposed companion text, which reads:
“This place is a message… and part of a system of messages …pay attention to it!
Sending this message was important to us. We considered ourselves to be a powerful culture.
This place is not a place of honor … no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here… nothing valued is here.
What is here was dangerous and repulsive to us. This message is a warning about danger.
The danger is in a particular location… it increases towards a center… the center of danger is here… of a particular size and shape, and below us.
The danger is still present, in your time, as it was in ours.
The danger is to the body, and it can kill.
The form of the danger is an emanation of energy.
The danger is unleashed only if you substantially disturb this place physically. This place is best shunned and left uninhabited.”
which gives a nice drizzle of cosmic-dread inspiring je-ne-sais-quoi to te whole thing imo
“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.”
Konstantin "Kostya" Dmitrievich Levin & Princess Ekaterina "Kitty" Alexandrovna Shcherbatskaya ANNA KARENINA│2012