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“Air” means “wind” or “educating”. The airs move people and make them better. Songs are, where the mind is going to. In the heart, it is called “mind”, spoken out, it is called “song”. The motion is moved in the heart and takes shape in words; if words are not sufficent, sighing can be better; if sighing is not sufficient, songs can be better; if songs are still not sufficient, motions can be expressed with hands, by dancing, with feet, by springing. Motions are expressed by voice; if voice forms words, it is called tone. The tone regulating the world, pacifies by music, its rule is harmonious. The tone disturbing the world, heates the anger, its rule is obstinate. The tone destroying a country is sad in thoughts, its people is in difficulties. Correct behaviour receives the lost, it moves heaven and earth, it makes sympathetic all ghosts and deities. To acheive this, nothing is better than songs. The old kings employed songs to have guidelines for the matrimony, to complete filialty and reverence, to enforce human relationships, to beautify cultivation, and to make better people’s customs.
 There are six different kinds of songs: airs (风 feng), rhapsodies (赋 fu), comparisons (比 bi), moods (兴 xing), odes (雅 ya) and hymns (颂 song). The ruling people use the airs to ameliorate their subjects, the subjects use the airs to criticize the ruling. They rely on words to admonish with some small hints. The speakers thus are not to be blamed, and the auditors are enabled to change their behaviour. This is why these songs are called “wind”. When the way of the kings has become weak, when rites and etiquette are thrown away, when politics and education missed their target, when the state has altered its government, when the families have given up their good customs, this is, when airs and odes have to change and make things better.
 The scribes of the states enlighten cases of lost virtue, of damaging human relationships, of giving up penal law and government; they chant and sing of motions and good character to educate the rulers. If it has come so far that things alter, people already weep for their old rules and customs. Therefore, the changing airs begin in the motions and reach to the rites and etiquette. Starting with motions means, that they come from the people. Reaching to rites and etiquette means, that the airs are the reflected glory of the old kings. If the affairs of one state are bound to every single person, songs are called “airs (风)”, and if all affairs under heaven are built up from the airs of all states, songs are called “odes (雅)”.
 "Ode (雅)“ means, "to rectify (正)”. It gives the reason why moods in a ruler’s government is thrown away. There are great and small matters in government, and adequately we find Maior and Minor Odes. “Hymn (颂)” means, to beautify the description of a flourishing virtue. It declares the success of a virtuous government to the deities.
 These are the four beginnings, and where songs have its aim. The educational target of the “Guan the ospreys cry” and “Unicorn’s hoofs” airs is the king, and they are connected to the duke of Zhou. “South” means, that education goes from north to south. The airs “Magpie’s nest” and “The zouyu tiger” are written for the feudal lords and were used by the former kings for educational purposes. They are connected to the Duke of Shao. The airs of the chapters “South of Zhou” and “South of Shao” are the way of the correct begin, they are the base for an ideal government.
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The Book of Songs (詩経), “The Great Preface (大序)”

风,风也,教也。风以动之,教以化之。诗者,志之所之也。在心为志。发言为诗。情动于中,而形于言。
言之不足,故嗟叹。嗟叹之不足,故永歌之。永歌之不足知,手之,舞之,足之,蹈之也。情发于声,声成文,谓之音。
治世之音安以乐,其政和。乱世之音怨以怒,其政乖。亡国之音哀以思,其民困。故正得失,动天地,感鬼神,莫近于诗。先王以是经夫妇,成孝敬,厚人伦,美教 化,移风俗。
故诗有六义晏:一曰风,二曰赋,三曰比,四曰兴,五曰雅,六曰颂。
上以风化下,下以风刺上。主文而谲谏,言之者无罪,闻之者足以戒,故曰风。至于王道衰,礼义废,政教失,国异政,家殊俗,而变风,变雅作矣。
国史明乎得失之迹,伤人伦之废,哀刑政之苛,咏吟情性,以风其上。达于事变,而怀其旧俗者也。故变风发乎情,
止乎礼义。发乎情,民之性也。止乎礼义,先王之泽也。是以一国之事,系一人之本,谓之风。言天下之事,形四方之风,谓之雅。
雅者,正也。言王政之所由废兴也。政有小大,故有小雅焉,有大雅焉。颂者,美盛德之形容。以其成功,告于神明者也。
是谓四始,诗之至也。然则《关雎》、《麟趾》之化,王者之风。故系之周公。《南》言,化自北而南也。《鹊巢》、《驺虞》之德,诸侯之风也。
先王之所以教,故系之召公。周南、召南,正始之道,王化之基。

The New Gulliver - Directed by Aleksandr Ptushko, Soviet Union. The world’s first feature length stop-motion animation film. Released in 1935 to widespread acclaim it earned Ptushko a special prize at the International Cinema Festival in Milan. (image via In Search of Pagan Hollywood). View the film in it’s entirety on YouTube:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gOLWijUUt8

lokihiddleston  asked:

Hey, where I can find your effect stars (gif) with your edit here => /post/153925981468/defenders-smoke-bomb-photography

@cpn-america also asked me something similar, so I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone and make a tutorial! 

how to make something like this:

or this:

you will need:

  • photoshop cs6 (or cs5)
  • a basic knowledge of said program
  • the top gif from this post (this is where you get the sparkly effect, so just drag it onto your desktop)

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Bing Crosby and Mary Pickford on the set of the short, Hollywood on Parade,1933.  

This short film was made in order to make money for the Motion Picture Relief Fund (Mary was the vice president and one of its founders), which helped support out of work and struggling actors and actresses.  

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“This is our year!” Stiles cheered as he scored and rounded the team so he could take his spot next to Scott.

“Dude we’re only practising and have you seen the new teams this year!” Scott chuckled despite joining in his friend’s enthusiasm.

“Yeah but the old teams back, we’ve got you, Jackson and Isaac and I’m on a winning streak!” Stiles frowned when Scott seemed distracted by something but ignored it and went for another shot, grinning at his friend when he scored.

“You lot take a lap then hit the showers!” Coach called and headed back inside.

“Can you guys smell that?” Isaac asked as he jogged up to the pair.

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It is after midnight. His is the only car in the parking lot. We follow the same path from the first time. Dirty jokes in sing-song voices. Hand in hand. Arm around waist. We walk out of step and I stumble into him. “You keep pushing me!” he fake yells. I snort with laughter. He pulls me closer. Our destination is in sight. I let go of him and burst into a run. Who doesn’t love to swing? Well, he doesn’t. Makes him nauseous, he says. The back and forth of it. That’s okay. He watches me instead. I like the attention. Eyes on me. Eyes on me. I’ve got wings! Can you see them? They carry me higher each time. The stars get closer. I’m shouting now. I forget it is after midnight in a park that’s been closed to the public for hours. It feels so good! I should do this every day. Every hour. Still shouting. “I’m not coming down. You hear that, God? I’m not coming down! I’m never—!”

Wait. Stop. I’ve got it! The first shot. Cold open. Girl is on a swing. The sun hasn’t quite set. She’s pumping her legs. Gaining momentum. Higher and higher and then— A gunshot rings out. Blood sprays into the sky and mixes with rays of sunlight, forming a halo and wings. Blood and sunlight and wings. Blood-soaked sand. A bullet in her head. Blood and bullets and brains. Her body never hits the ground.

Wide shot. Swing still in motion. Blood-soaked sand. She’s not there.

OtaYuri fic recs #13

Since Tumblr now seems to be hiding content from creators that includes links to outside sources from the search results, reblogs to give these recs more visibility are greatly appreciated (~ ̄³ ̄)~

Neon Pink Motorcycle by goldheart, mature, 74.7k, soulmate AU

There are certain moments in Yuri Plisetsky’s life that he likes to forget happened at all. The time they were chased from the apartment, the landlord angrily spitting and waving threateningly at them when his mother couldn’t produce enough money for rent. Babushka’s funeral. The first time he fell in competition.

He cannot forget that, under the black band he wears around his wrist like a shield, his soulmark may as well be nonexistent.

We need our blood stirred by StrikerEureka, explicit, 3.7k, WIP, Otabek/Yuri/JJ

Part 2 of the So young and cinematic series

Otabek and Yuri want more from JJ but first they have to figure out how they fit.

“I like you,” JJ says, voice cracking again.

Yuri’s eyes flick to Otabek’s for a moment before he cups JJ’s cheek in his hand. It’s so gentle, so careful, that Otabek couldn’t look away from it, even if he wanted to. Yuri’s fingertips brush the wetness on his cheekbone away.

“Maybe I like you too,” Yuri tells him quietly

Sunshine by crescendotayuri, explicit, 3.5k

The sun is shining, it’s a beautiful morning, and Otabek accidentally finds out about Yuri’s praise kink.

We Know the Way Each Door Swings Open by verity, explicit, 3k

Part 2 of the someone on the dancefloor, waiting just for you series

Yuri smiles up at him, mischievous. “You were thinking too hard.” He grinds up against Otabek, cock already half-hard beneath his sweatpants. “Don’t be gentle with me. I can take it.”

“I know you can,” says Otabek.

Start of Everything by  onotherflights , mature, 3.8k

He didn’t realize someone could fall in love with their best friend, but watching Yuri light a sparkler and chase the other Yuuri around his own garden made something click. The way he threw his head back in laughter, his hair and his face equally lit in the golden twilight. It was just a little ache in his heart, something he hadn’t felt before. It confused him, made him furrow his brows together.

Or; Otabek has tried really hard to be good enough for everyone in his life, but Yuri is easy to please.

Otabek Altin’s Guide on How to Say No to Yuri Plisetsky by asukaJudesarahyyy, teen, 4.5k

Five times Otabek says no to Yuri, and the one time he doesn’t.

Why Can’t I Touch It? by BoxWineConfessions, mature, 7k, high school AU, warning: underage

Part 3 of the Heart Break Beat series

Otabek writhes against the sheets to get his sweats pulled down, and Yuri can hear the grunt of frustration in his voice. Yuri can feel the movements of his wrist. The mattress rolls and creaks with every single pump of his wrist. Yuri can’t help himself. He pulls his own half hard cock from his pajama bottoms and mimics the slow motions of his fist.

Yuri comes first. Then Otabek. Otabek moves for a tissue immediately. Yuri isn’t sure what to do. They’re not supposed to do this when the other person is still awake.

Watching by Perpetual Motion (perpetfic), teen, 1.2k

Otabek gets chilly in Russia; Yuri helps him warm up.

A golden link by Muspell, explicit, 7.3k

Part 4 of the Hardbacked and Leatherbound series

One thing is to go see your boyfriend DJ surrounded by a crowd of complete strangers, but this… Yuri needs to get away, and tugging and the slim piece of jewelry hanging from his waist, he has quite a vivid plan in his mind.

We’re All in Our Private Traps by kanekki, mature, 2.6k, mafia AU

“Beka, it hurts,” Yuri whimpered, breathing labored, “Please, make it stop.”

There are a lot of things that Otabek can forgive. But this isn’t one of them. Someone had hurt his Yura. Someone, some filth, had hurt his kitten. And they weren’t going to live for very long.

Get a Life by Blownwish, explicit, 3.5k, warning: daddy kink

“All you do is either skating or cat related.” And stalking-related.

Yuri retreats into the darkness. “I do you, fuckface.”

Oh, come on. He’s such a child about this. “Sex is as much of a hobby as eating. It doesn’t count.”

“Beka!” He slams his fist down. “I swear to the Holy Virgin Mother, if you do not stop pestering me about this bullshit, I will tell JJ you say his name when I blow you.”

“That was just one time.”

“It counts.”

“I was telling you he was in the locker room…”

“It totally counts!”

Don’t Tell Me How to Live My Life Okay by 777335, general audiences, 2.6k

Part 4 of the yuri can’t even with otabek sometimes series

“Okay, don’t freak out, Be–” Yuri decides to start off, given Otabek’s proclivity to internal emotional turmoil, “—okay you’re definitely already doing that.” Otabek doesn’t react; his mouth is hanging open slightly, but no other expression crosses his face. “Yo, Beka.” Yuri snaps his fingers at the screen. “Oh, for fucks sake, Beka.” He huffs, and then pokes his laptop camera, “Is facetime frozen.” He monotones, sticking out his tongue, scrunching up his features, “Can you see me, am I paused, Beka?”

“Yura?” Otabek asks, clearing his throat.

“Uhhhhhhh, yeah, dickwad. Who else?” Yuri tries not to fidget, self-conscious.