S1E8 - S5E5

falling

Adora’s not the only one with a habit of falling off cliffs, now is she?

Cas fucking Dean quick and dirty in a back-alley, but because Dean is a screamer, always so loud and responsive, even now, Cas has to quiet his lovely moans and sobs by shoving two of his fingers into his mouth – and because Dean can never resist to suck on anything Cas presses between his lips, he obediently swallows them as deep as he can and sucks and bites and licks them until they’re dripping with it, all while finally being nice and quiet throughout the pounding he takes.

if you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to live in the midwest, this is it. 

You missed some of the best ones

the best part about it is that the art installation isn’t actually called the Bean. It’s called Cloud Gate, and artist Anish Kapoor (yes, THAT Anish Kapoor) hates that we call it the Bean.

But i mean, look at it. It’s a bean.

How could you forget this one though

I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA THAT THE BEAN WAS CREATED BY ANISH KAPOOR.

someone help me why is anish kapoor important what did he do?

Alright sit down for some Art World Drama bcause this is what I live for.

So, sometime last year (?) science invented Vantablack, which is the darkest possible shade of black. Art world got incredibly excited. But as it needs to be very carefully made in a lab, it’s hard to get a hold of, and is extremely expensive. Enter Anish Kapoor, aka FuckFace McGee. Anish Kapoor buys the rights to Vantablack. He is the only human being on the planet that can legally use it, and he’s kind of a prick about it.

Art world is not thrilled with that.

Enter Stuart Semple.

Stuart Semple is an artist, and also makes pigments to sell in his free time. Stuart Semple is astoundingly pissed about this Vantablack nonsense, and Anish Kapoor’s dickery. Stuart Semple makes a new pigment, the brightest shade of pink ever, called Pinkest Pink, and puts it for sale on the internet. To be bought by everybody except Anish Kapoor. Literally, to purchase, you need to confirm that you are not Anish Kapoor, do not associate with him, and will not sell or give the pigment to Anish Kapoor or his associates. Art world has a good laugh, everyone buys Pinkest Pink because it’s awesome, and damn it we deserve something.

Anish Kapoor however is a penis, and will not take this lying down, because HOW DARE he not have literally everything.

Anish Kapoor gets his London associates to buy him a thing of Pinkest Pink, and being such a classy human being, posts a picture to instagram of him with his middle finger covered in Pinkest Pink, captioned with “Up yours. #pink”

Everyone flips shit, because. Y’know. Fuck that guy. Especially Stuart Semple. For context here, Anish Kapoor is one of the richest artists on the planet, and has repeatedly been referred to as everything wrong with the art world, and the epitome of the art worlds elitism problem. He’s a giant douchebag. Meanwhile Stuart Semple makes pigments just to get them out there. He turns 0 profit from his now enourmously popular pigments.

Stuart Semple launches an investigation as to who the fuck leaked Pinkest Pink, and plans to strike back. He does so by releasing two new products. First is Diamond Dust, which is a glitter made from glass, so that a painting is still visible after it’s applied, but glitters like a mofo. It’s the most reflective glitter out there, and is available to everyone who isn’t Anish Kapoor. And it being made of glass, if you stick your finger in there, it’s going to hurt quite a bit, so that was Stuart Semple’s way of saying “shove your middle finger in this, asshole, see what happens”. Except without saying that, because he can get an insult across while still being fucking classy.

He also releases Black 2.0, created with the help of over a thousand artists worldwide.

Black 2.0 is the answer to Vantablack. Black 2.0 is a slightly less black black, but looks functionally the same to the human eye. It’s completely safe, smells like cherries, and costs four pounds. Vantablack is highly toxic, potentially explosive, needs to be applied in a special laboratory and sealed properly, can’t be moved across borders, can reach 300 degrees celsius if you’re not extremely careful, and costs thousands of dollars. Anish Kapoor is the only human being who can use Vantablack. He is the only human being who cannot use Black 2.0.

So I think we can guess who got the better deal.

And thus the feud ends, Kapoor defeated.

…But not quite.

Kapoor, in this entire afair, has made exactly two comments to the public. The first being his charming message about aquiring Pinkest Pink, the second being claiming to Buzzfeed that he and his small army of lawyers will be suing Semple, an extremely poor artist who cannot afford a lawyer.

No lawsuit has been made yet, fyi.

The point is, Kapoor is a prick, and doesn’t like talking to the lower classes. So one day in July 2017, he decides he needs another floor on his London studio apartment, and starts making arrangements to have it built. His neighbors are fucking pissed, because this will ruin the light of their apartments. They call to Semple to save them, or at the very least piss Kapoor off some more.

Semple answers to the call, and releases two new paints, Phaze and Shift, as always, banned to Kapoor. They change colours, Phaze with temperature, and Shift is just iridescent. Shift needs to be painted over Black 2.0 to work, and Phaze just works on its own.

So that’s been the art world for the last two years.

Basically, get fucked Anish Kapoor your bean sucks and so does your vantablack.

Stuart Semple is organising a bean-kissing event for Anish Kapoor’s birthday.

Reblogging for “By attending this event you confirm that you are not Anish Kapoor, you are in no way affiliated with Anish Kapoor, you are not attending on behalf of Anish Kapoor or an associate of Anish Kapoor. To the best of your knowledge, information, and belief this event will not be attended by Anish Kapoor.”

ALSO HE JUST POSTED THIS!!!!!! LIGHTEST LIGHT!

I know this isn’t my art blog but this entire post gives me life

im sorry is that man holding a real actual miniature star in his hands

Y’all missed the best part about the lightest light, called aptly ‘Lit’. This is from their product page:

Two things:

1. “Anish Kapoor is however a penis” is the best line in this post.

2. I wish to be half as petty and half as awesome as Stuart Semple

I hope Stuart Semple is making a lot of money. What a good person.

Go support him the paint’s are pretty cheap and you get the added bonus of being one of many to help piss off Anish Kapoor

He is my fucking role model for pettiness oh my god

It got better! I’m also excited because he just released biodegradable glitter in non plastic containers! How amazing is that?! Stuart Semple, good guy for the planet and artists, fighter against the rich elite artist like asshole Kapoor.

An older project, but he also did this:

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How could y’all forget the baggiest bag??

World Heritage Post

seeing all the 14-17 y/o queer kids who don’t know what v for vendetta is…. u mean the blockbuster film written by two trans women about a masked vigilante who decides to singlehandedly take down a fascist alternate version of england set in the distant year of 2020… and his driving force was getting justice for a lesbian who he never met but whose diary he found, who was separated from her wife before being killed by said fascist gov…. and it stars natalie portman…. okay

the movie is great, with amazing acting:

and the original graphic novel is phenomenal:

I highly recommend them both

and they’ve never been more relevant

“People shouldn’t be afraid of their government. Governments should be afraid of their people.”

There’s strong subtext that V is a trans man and A)the lesbian from the diary or B)her wife.

Enemies to "I accidentally came across you while you were vulnerable and scared and I'm not a total asshole so I tried to help you" to "accidental mutual uncovering of softer sides and vulnerabilities" to "I can't be mean to you anymore, not out of pity but because it would feel weird betraying that brief truce we had" to "Fine I'll make an effort to be nice to you now I guess" to "actually now that we're not actively hating each other you're not so bad I guess" to "i think we're friends but I'm not going to say that because I'm afraid you're not gonna feel the same way" to "oh you also think we're friends? Great" to lovers

𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊

During a party, Sirius spots something not quite right about Remus

CW: anxiety attack

The Gryffindor common room was heaving with people by the time Sirius had changed out of his Quidditch robes, loud music blaring, teenagers dancing. There were gold banners hung across the walls, confetti and glitter littering the floor and red balloons bouncing everywhere. Gryffindor had won the house cup, stealing it from Hufflepuff in the last minute, and now (as usual) they were celebrating.

Sirius grinned, bounding down the rest of the stairs, immediately getting spotted by a tipsy James, who let out a loud whoop.

“Sirius!” he exclaimed, throwing an arm around his shoulders, “Can you believe it, we won!”

James’ butterbeer sloshed over the brim and onto Sirius’ shoes, but he couldn’t find a reason to care, instead ruffling James’ hair fondly.

“Damn right we did!” he responded with equal enthusiasm, earning another cheer.

“Lily won’t be able to resist me now,” James carried on, slurring slightly.

“Whatever you say, buddy.” Sirius planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek and laughing at James’ disgusted face. “I’m gonna go find Marls, gotta bitch about that Hufflepuff beater.”

He blew a kiss at James, weaving through the mass of people, waving hello to a few, before reaching Marlene by the door. She nodded a greeting, wordlessly passing him a drink. They leant against the wall, watching and observing the party from the outskirts.

“Remus looks gorgeous,” Marlene commented after a moment of silence, and Sirius scowled.

“Shut up. Where is he?”

She snorted, tilting her cup to where Remus was standing on the other side of the room. She was right of course. He did look gorgeous. His tawny curls were as messy as ever, locks falling into place in front front of his bronze coloured eyes. The pale, jagged lines of his scars reflected the light, and his skin seemed to glow. He was wearing a pair of tight fitting black jeans ripped at the knees, and a sandy-brown jumper that curled around his hands. To anyone else, he was ordinarily plain. To Sirius, he was stunning.

“I hate my life,” he muttered, downing his drink.

“Because you’re hopelessly in love with your best friend?”

Sirius glared at her. “Yes, because I’m hopelessly in love with my best friend. Why else would I hate my life?”

Marlene shrugged, a wicked smile creeping onto her face, and Sirius scoffed, turning his attention back to Remus.

His eyes landed on the boy, and he immediately realised something was off. Remus’ hands had now emerged from inside his jumper, fingers picking and rubbing at his jeans. His gaze was flickering around the room, never settling on anyone or anything, and his lips had downturned at the corners.

“Something’s wrong,” Sirius said, straightening up.

“I know right, what even is this song?”

Sirius ignored her, pushing away from the wall and heading in a beeline to Remus.

“Moony?” he said quietly when he was in earshot. “Moons, you okay?”

Remus’ eyes landed on him, and then just as quickly he looked away. “Too many people,” he mumbled, and Sirius almost didn’t hear.

“Okay, that’s alright. We’ll just go up to the dorm, yeah? Just you and me.”

Remus didn’t reply, hands plucking frantically at his jeans. He was shuddering, shoulders trembling. Knowing he didn’t usually like to be touched, Sirius forced his hands into his pockets.

“Remus, look at me,” he said, and Remus finally turned. “I need you to talk, yeah? You want me or James?”

“You,” Remus whispered.

“Okay, I’ll stay right here. Touch, yes or no?” Remus shook his head, and Sirius dug his hands further away. “Alright Moons, whatever you want. Upstairs, yes or no?”

Remus nodded this time, and Sirius let out a small sigh of relief. He stepped out of the way, giving Remus a clear space to stumble pass, and quickly followed him up the stairs. By the time they’d reached the dorm, Remus was gasping, his breaths coming out in wheezing splutters. Sirius ached to reach out to him.

“You’ve got to breathe Moony,” he insisted, dramatizing his breathing for Remus to copy.

“I…I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Listen to my breathing, deep breaths, c'mon. It’s just us now, no one else is here, just us.”

Remus closed his eyes, his breathing slowly evening out, but he was still shaking, hands curled into fists at his sides.

“Sirius.” His voice wavered. “Touch. Please.”

Sirius practically lunged forward, pulling Remus’ shivering form against him, winding his fingers through his curls and stroking soothingly. He kissed Remus’ shoulder, reaching out and prising his nails away from his palms, rubbing circles along them. He rocked him gently, humming quietly in his ear.

“I’m sorry,” Remus choked. “I just wanted to celebrate with you guys. I…I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay. You’re fine,” Sirius reassured, still holding him close.

“I’m sorry.”

“Shush, none of that now. You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, Moons.”

“I ruined your night,” Remus said, pulling away and looking down bashfully.

“Hey, look at me.” He hooked his fingers under Remus’ chin and lifted his head so they met eyes. “You didn’t ruin anything.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. You couldn’t ruin anything if you tried.”

on soulmates

f. scott fitzgerald / friedrich nietzsche / florence and the machine / andrea dworkin / kiersten white / euripides / audre lorde / phillip pullmann / bob hicok

sitp recs masterlist - Drarry

Hello friends! I finally put together all the #drarry reclists I’ve been making lately, and this master post is now linked to my bio/pinned one. I’ll try my best to update the lists regularly, if I find the time. Enjoy and don’t forget to shower the authors with love and appreciation! Happy readings :)

Side characters:

Draco & Luna | Draco & Harry’s friends | Supportive Ron | Drarry bonding over Teddy | Original characters | Harry & Narcissa | House elves

Personal favorites:

50k+ fics | Fics that give me chills | Old gems (2000-2010) | New fics (2020) | All-time faves | Smut | HD Hurtfest 2020 | Short fics | Angsty shorts | Fics that made me cry | Long fics with popular tropes

Cheeky self-reblog because this master post is finally a bit more organized and I’m proud af of these reclists! Thank you all for your love and support, and for sending the asks that originated these! This blog wouldn’t exist without you <3

Doing the lord’s work 🥰✨ we’re so lucky to have you

the best thing about you standing in the doorway is that its you and youre standing in the doorway

(pls zoom)

a couple of pieces I did for my last senior sem class

mmm cuddlin