the unexposed

the boy with the bloody teeth and bruised fingers doesn’t come back from the battle.

instead, he becomes something too heavy to carry. he becomes unsent letters. he becomes the air, thick with burning corn husks. he becomes the crunch of sand under bare feet, the waves carving the rocks into smoother shapes. he becomes the red mud painting the boots of his fellow soldiers. he becomes the first fistful of dirt across his own casket.

six years of comfortable silence and casual touches become an absence of comfort and an overabundance of silence.

it’s a tragedy. war is a tragedy. the lack of control, the lack of soft love, the lack of choice over when to say good things, when to hold each other close is a tragedy. it’s a perpetual state of mourning over soft parts left unexposed, over hardened knuckles and hardened faces and tenderness left unexpressed and unfelt. it’s a cheery song in minor. without the lyrics it’s just noise.

there’s parts in the story, parts that take place in the weeds, that take place in the hidden clearings, in the waterfall slosh and white-hot toned silence, in the sway of the shadows, parts where bones collide and teeth collide and then there’s hands, and they’re always rough, and it’s always guilty, parts of it almost aggressive, almost angry, desperate for anything soft to break and get those hands on, hungry for the release of pent-up love, hungry for something more.

freedom. words have meanings. sometimes the freedoms we get aren’t freedoms at all.

the boy with sharp eyes and a tender heart collects anger while his heart collects dust. it’s hard to love like this. it’s hard to properly verbalize affection that shouldn’t be there when the war drags on and it’s easier to just pretend that rough hands on already bruised skin mean anything more than want.

anything passes as love these days. against the backdrop of death and gore anything with softened angles looks like love. doesn’t even have to be genuine, and even when it is it doesn’t have to be properly voiced. it can be invisible. it’s allowed to exist without a form.

the boy with the ink splatter wrists isn’t invisible. he walks into a gunfire and he doesn’t come back from the battle.

in his head, before he walks into it, he sings -

oh freedom oh liberty i’m tired of loving like a martyr i want to love like i’m still alive i think i’m burning alive, oh let me love like i’m still alive -

—  the tragedy of invisible love

24 maxims by Werner Herzog:

1. Always take the initiative.
2. There is nothing wrong with spending a night in jail if it means getting the shot you need.
3. Send out all your dogs and one might return with prey.
4. Never wallow in your troubles; despair must be kept private and brief.
5. Learn to live with your mistakes.
6. Expand your knowledge and understanding of music and literature, old and modern.
7. That roll of unexposed celluloid you have in your hand might be the last in existence, so do something impressive with it.
8. There is never an excuse not to finish a film.
9. Carry bolt cutters everywhere.
10. Thwart institutional cowardice.
11. Ask for forgiveness, not permission.
12. Take your fate into your own hands.
13. Learn to read the inner essence of a landscape.
14. Ignite the fire within and explore unknown territory.
15. Walk straight ahead, never detour.
16. Manoeuvre and mislead, but always deliver.
17. Don’t be fearful of rejection.
18. Develop your own voice.
19. Day one is the point of no return.
20. A badge of honor is to fail a film theory class.
21. Chance is the lifeblood of cinema.
22. Guerrilla tactics are best.
23. Take revenge if need be.
24. Get used to the bear behind you.

Werner HerzogA Guide for the Perplexed” by Paul Cronin

anonymous asked:

d-do you even watch movies from other countries like calm down there are so many good unexposed movies out there stop this us centrism wtf award shows are trash anyway you have no power over shit why get bothered by it yo smh

UYFDAKJSDGAFSD

anonymous asked:

Winter you mean to tell us you've never been exposed? I don't believe it. I'm going to need proof from Lily. She has receipts on everybody. 👀 👓

EXPOSE ME?! How Sway???


I’M UNEXPOSEABLE! Unless you trying to get my government name or something. 🤷🏼‍♀️

I redesigned a certain character from a certain anime who’s powers are to make stuff from her fat from unexposed skin, but the last part seems like an excuse to put a highschooler in a really skimpy sexualized outfit (that surely goes against the school dress code and it doesn’t seem like it makes sense with her character since she’s a strict straight A student who’s very careful about following the rules and doing things properly.)

I redesigned her so her fat actually comes from somewhere instead of coming off a skinny conventionally attractive girl from…. somewhere without her body being affected by the loss of fat. And also her outfit is still kinda exposed but not in a way that’s sexually charged. 

Also with this design she prefers to stay on the chubbier side since she feels vulnerable and unsafe when she’s not able to use her quirk at any moment.

To my fellow film shooters, I’d like to introduce two new babies.  Left is the Olympus Infinity Stylus Zoom.  Right is the Vivitar PN2011 (Focus Free).  Both I picked up at my local Unique Thrift Store.  The Olympus had a roll of Kodacolor 200 in it that appeared unexposed.  I put a roll of early 1990s Signature Color 400 (Motion Picture) in the Vivitar.

BTW, I may be saying “Goodbye” to three of my cameras soon. To be continued…

In reference to Jaden Smith and his choice to wear diverse articles of clothing:

What is this obsession with protecting black male masculinity? That practice continually devalues black women and repeatedly promotes a lack of emotional stability in men. Some boys are femme. Some girls are butch. Get the fuck outta here with this heteronornative view that is destroying a nation of beautiul black children. These same thoughts are the ones that are driving children from their black households when they come out to their families and decide to live their truths. That teenage boy can be whoever the fuck he wants to be in this free muthafuckin’ world. Only an ignorant, unexposed, low class, lower case bastard ass waste of an individual would devalue this young man for wanting to explore who he is and for thinking that there is some standard of black masculinity that should be upheld by all black men. FOH!!!

WERNER HERZOG'S 24 PIECES OF ADVICE

People often message me asking for my advice on filmmaking. Nothing I say could ever be as brilliant as this list from the great Werner Herzog. Here you go…

1. Always take the initiative.
2. There is nothing wrong with spending a night in jail if it means getting the shot you need.
3. Send out all your dogs and one might return with prey.
4. Never wallow in your troubles; despair must be kept private and brief.
5. Learn to live with your mistakes.
6. Expand your knowledge and understanding of music and literature, old and modern.
7. That roll of unexposed celluloid you have in your hand might be the last in existence, so do something impressive with it.
8. There is never an excuse not to finish a film.
9. Carry bolt cutters everywhere.
10. Thwart institutional cowardice.
11. Ask for forgiveness, not permission.
12. Take your fate into your own hands.
13. Learn to read the inner essence of a landscape.
14. Ignite the fire within and explore unknown territory.
15. Walk straight ahead, never detour.
16. Manoeuvre and mislead, but always deliver.
17. Don’t be fearful of rejection.
18. Develop your own voice.
19. Day one is the point of no return.
20. A badge of honor is to fail a film theory class.
21. Chance is the lifeblood of cinema.
22. Guerrilla tactics are best.
23. Take revenge if need be.
24. Get used to the bear behind you.

1. Always take the initiative.
2. There is nothing wrong with spending a night in jail if it means getting the shot you need.
3. Send out all your dogs and one might return with prey.
4. Never wallow in your troubles; despair must be kept private and brief.
5. Learn to live with your mistakes.
6. Expand your knowledge and understanding of music and literature, old and modern.
7. That roll of unexposed celluloid you have in your hand might be the last in existence, so do something impressive with it.
8. There is never an excuse not to finish a film.
9. Carry bolt cutters everywhere.
10. Thwart institutional cowardice.
11. Ask for forgiveness, not permission.
12. Take your fate into your own hands.
13. Learn to read the inner essence of a landscape.
14. Ignite the fire within and explore unknown territory.
15. Walk straight ahead, never detour.
16. Manoeuvre and mislead, but always deliver.
17. Don’t be fearful of rejection.
18. Develop your own voice.
19. Day one is the point of no return.
20. A badge of honor is to fail a film theory class.
21. Chance is the lifeblood of cinema.
22. Guerrilla tactics are best.
23. Take revenge if need be.
24. Get used to the bear behind you.
— 

Werner Herzog

24 pieces of advice.

It’s true what they say, ignorance is bliss. But that’s not really fair, nothing is. Why should they live in bliss while I suffer from tragedies that are not my own, tragedies of which they do not know? Optimism is a wonderful thing, but am I the only one who has noticed that it most always goes hand in hand with ignorance.
—  poems-of-the-soul, done the unexposed
Sou & the New School Semester (040615)

Sou: “In the end, not having cut my hair is (how) I got scolded”

Sou: “School ended---- !!!!!
I also became really friendly with the people in my new class!” 

Sou: “I wonder how long I can stay unexposed as a utaite in this class… ( ˘–˘ )”

Sou: “And even though I tried that hard yesterday night the vacation homework’s deadline was extended!!!!!” (T/N: Sou procrastinated the entire break & waited until the last minute to do his hw aka yesterday xD)

EDIT: Found an interesting reply to the “being exposed as an utaite” post

Yuikonnu: “Was it quite exposed in your previous class…? That’s amazingg…”

Sou: “It was kinda got out… during the time of my previous class, they didn’t especially make a ruckus about it so it was good but it was scary (u_u)”

Yuikonnu: “When you think about ‘if I write comments and stuff…’, it’s scary isn’t it?! How about living in secret so that you’re not exposed?! (Though your voice is pretty easy to tell”

Sou: “That’s the most scary…! I guess I live my life without talking anymore… (?)”

Thunder Dance

The sky over Electricopolis is thick with clouds, trapping the sparkle of the top tier and reflecting it, soft and hot, into an ambient glow that seeps into every nook and cranny. The streetlights grow halos that shimmer in a dreamlike fog, and pearls of condensation develop on the windows of the stores.

Rain comes rarely in town, and when it does it is only after a long six, twelve, thirty-six hours of buildup, with the whole of the city holding its breath. Even those who live within the walls, unexposed, pay attention to the weather reports. Now? they whisper. Now.

But what really sets things off is when they hear the crack in the sky. The air becomes heavy, suffused with enough static to make anyone’s hair rise up. That’s the sign that the lightning’s coming, and everyone turns on the television–

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I wonder if TMZ’s “One Direction War” teaser side bar thing wasn’t a shot across the bow at Simon. We’ve heard rumors of a lawsuit in the works, but not any details. I’ve posted about the shady accounting with Modest.

What if that was to put the fear of god into Simon about what he is saying/allowed to say at this point? Essentially a threat to expose a thus-far unexposed legal battle if he doesn’t shut up?

ISSUE NO.3 SUBMISSIONS ARE OPEN!
Issue No.3

* The theme for the third issue is Birth/Beginning. As the artist you may interpret this however you wish! The birth of a human/animal, the birth of an idea/emotion/feeling, the beginning of a new era/new year/new mindset or something completely original born from your own imagination! With the release date falling around the beginning of springtime I thought that this would be a very fitting theme and the possibilities are endless.

Remember we accept photography, fine art, and creative writing! Read below for submission guidelines.

Deadline for submissions: March 14th, 2012

Expected release date: April 1, 2012

Please check this link for details on how to submit your work.

If you have any questions feel free to ask, or send me an e-mail at theunexposedmag@gmail.com

Racing Mania w/ saintofhunters

Armin sighed as his arm was tugged upon as he was forced to be rushed down the asphalt underneath him. The air was cold and bitter, nipping at any unexposed skin as he and the person holding him ran. “Jean, why the hell are we down here again?”

As it offended, Jean turned around with a small gasp before his eyes narrowed. “We’re down here to see Eren Jaeger! I told you this on the car ride here and a few times up in the stands. I got us backstage passes that costed me an arm and a leg just so I could see this guy! We need to get there before any press beats us to it Armin.” Oh yes, of course, the guy Jean was getting a boner over.

The blonde had been dragged out earlier that day, apparently as a last-resort because Jean didn’t want to go alone to this race. No one else wanted to go and he had begged the shorter of the two to accompany him. Sometimes Armin wished he wasn’t such a good friend so he wouldn’t be dragged to stupid events like this but he was who he was. It wasn’t like he could say no to his friend but he was promised food afterwards. He really was hungry and he wasn’t really wanting to eat the food at the race track so his stomach was growling occasionally at his point, coming out loud-and-clear.

A lanyard with a little page was tossed over his neck, a whine escaping the blonde at the sudden surprise. It seemed they’d made it to security and Jean had shown their passes. Clearance was quick, Jean dragging Armin down the way to head to where Eren was staying at. “Maybe we’ll get to see a glimpse of his face!”

“What, his face?”

“Yeah, he never shows it! No one knows why.”

“Maybe so people aren’t down his neck all the time in public,” exhaled Armin. Jean didn’t seem to hear as he yanked the blonde a bit harder as they made it to Eren’s pit. Inside Jean walked after he knocked on the edge of the garage, a grin on his face like he couldn’t believe what was happening. This was when Armin’s wrist was now free, deciding he needed complete freedom of his hands now.

“Hello, Eren?” 

saintofhunters

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