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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Peter Solarz
Cosimo Galluzzi
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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I can't stop listening someone help
Casino Royale -My Name’s Bond- by Cosmos Troupe 2023
💜 💜 💜 Kiki & Zun 💜 💜 💜
Jewels of Takarazuka – Serika Toa-san [Cosmos Troupe] (from Fujingaho August Issue)
"I realise that I'm colourlessly transparent in nature that I haven't changed much."
This series documents the powerful words of Takarazuka Top Stars that give courage. The new Cosmos Troupe Top Star Serika Toa-san appears on this month's issue. No matter what kind of profound roles that she plays, Serika-san always gives a feeling of a "dominant immaculacy". If you look at her and things surrounding her, you'd realise that she has been walking forward without hesitation and her accumulative experiences have reflected this complex but beautiful radiance, which we now want to know more about what she is thinking about.
(Note: Happy Shonichi for Serika-san's "Xcalibur"! This is her first performance as a Top Star, and it's worth the celebration of a translation:D)
Directors Daniel Kwan and Scheinert spoke to Salon about their bold new film that embraces the profound and profane
Shut up I'm not crying. Also behold the rewards of research and sensitivity!! That's practically a fable - like the lion decided out of true generosity of spirit to research mice and discovered it actually WAS a mouse and that was why being a lion was so goddamn difficult ... the analogy needs work but you get it. Anyway go and see Everything Everywhere All At Once. People said it was what ADHD feels like and going in I was like "if it gives normal people ADHD glasses then how will I, an ADHD person, even be able to distinguish that" ... and then there were scenes like "The protagonist is having an extremely fraught conversation about her taxes. She is simultaneously, in another reality having a very fraught conversation about saving the universe. In both, she is scolded for not paying enough attention although in one her interlocutor should KNOW exactly why this is difficult." And the line "I never know what is going on but I have a feeling it's my fault!" ... and I was all OK yes this is in fact what ADHD feels like.
COVID left me mentally younger and physically older, and I don’t know who or what exists in my body anymore
The people that think trans people want to force people to have sex with us have the same energy as those people in the early 2010s who seemed to think that if gay marriage was made legal they’d be forced into a lesbian sex colony against their will or something
Stop asking about the lesbian sex colony. It doesn’t exist.
I think hate fuck, like enemies to lovers, only works when it's gay because when it's straight people, it's just basically your parents.
It reminds you of centuries of people who hate each other being forced to stay married until they died or snapped and killed their spouse.
Hate fuck when it's gay though...less baggage. More catharsis.
I ended up having a conversation with a Japanese person about this after an all nighter and I can’t help but want to rant about it here but: it’s hard to comprehend the gap between my genuine care for North East England, a place I grew up in, and my despair encapsulating my detestment for it.
I genuinely don’t think anything could radicalize you more than life in the region. When you talk of education discrepancies with someone whose family has been in the sector for their entire life, or experienced just how little the investment in the region has left its people further and further isolated and divided from the idea of being a member of the nation they’re born within, it’s hard not to understand just why people were wooed by promises of Brexit and closed borders and the false promises of the far right.
What have you got to lose? When the shipyards died and Thatcher closed the mines, no investment was given to the region to ensure it could evolve and recover from the derelict state it was left in at the end of the 1980s. Buildings lie derelict or depressed, a shell that’s falling apart filled with poverty-stricken populaces without upward mobility to anything approaching a future. If you want one you leave, and it’s exactly what I did.
Yet a conversation of schools and an environment in a dozen schools across the south of all fundings leaves a picture that’s near-unrecognizable. Uniforms worn with pride, exchange students sharing cultures and boosting school funding who’d never reach north of Birmingham because the area’s too rough and undesirable, and the way the promise of jobs and regional investment attract money and opportunities that sound like fantasy where I’m from, where the only uniform is a football shirt representing the central, solitary, final beacon of hope to a terminally-derelict region.
I have these conversations of life in the south of England like it’s a foreign country. It represents nothing I know, and nothing I could ever know. I’m a region where wages are 20% lower, half are on food banks, investment is non-existent, people are dying (and far younger), is it a wonder that there’s nothing left that could give them even a sliver of hope for the future? why should they expect change when all they have is betrayal?
And the result is an area I hated living in, with every fiber of my suffocated, introverted, despaired existence. I couldn’t wait to leave because it was soul-crushing and grave from every metric. Yen it’s an area I can’t help but feel angry on its behalf, because these kind people are abandoned and deserve a future that many would rather see disappear entirely. The mines and imagery of it tower of the region as there’s nothing left but these closed shafts to the crust with a warmth greater than they ever earned from Westminister.
I live thousands of miles away yet care just as much if not more than ever, even as I would never return. Systemic issues hold it back from ever changing, and if that doesn’t radicalize you, what will?
By the way these are older 2020 pictures, my Polaroid camera is currently, well, broken… unfortunately 😭
tumblr tuesday: the greatest mafia movie
There's so much lore. An original soundtrack (masterlist here, thanks to @thisisnotjuli). It all began with a pair of boots. Then, a movie poster by @beelzeebub:
And here's how it's going:
@ms-musers:
@lspy:
@monsterhospital:
@waldwynde:
@fireleaptfromhousetohouse:
@mjulmjul:
@marella-moon:
@holl-horse:
@bricktoygrapher:
@greenscircus:
@theshitpostcalligrapher:
@sweetdollface:
@onion-souls:
@onemagpie:
@gregspectations:
@mimiadraws:
@flurgburgler:
@shrugsinchinese:
@runfreebirdrun:
@when-sanpape-arts:
@marblellous:
@ynngaa:
@vanwizard:
@inthefallofasparrow:
@1percentcharge:
And lastly, before she was Wonderwoman, @reallyndacarter was "Dancer #2." She has kindly revealed this hitherto unreleased photo from the world premier of the film:
Obsessed with Goncharov? Need more? If you want to join in, please be sure to use the tags #goncharov (for posterity) and #unreality (for those who need it). Take care out there!
imagine if twitter staff did a cutesy little recap on every discourse at the end of the week every week.
"Twitter Tuesday:
Beans are evil again"
A Kyoto excursion to see friends after this beautiful trip to Arashiyama, never tire of Japan lit in the colors of Autumn
Today’s Gender of the Day doesn’t matter, really
Cats at leftist café in Shinjuku Nichome. They're all anarchists.
ANARCHIST CAT, ANARCHIST CAT