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Title: symbiosis Author: murakamism ( @shotgunbreeding) Rating: Teen & Up Pairings: Kagehina Words / Chapters: 2792 / Oneshot Summary: Kageyama doesn’t need anyone. He is entirely self-sufficient. And Hinata is an idiot. Kageyama can’t stand him. He can’t stand seeing all that wasted potential, so he uses it for himself. But then sometimes Hinata smiles at him, or says something stupidly inspiring like promising to defeat him after ten or twenty years, and Kageyama thinks that maybe he doesn’t hate the idiot at all. Han’s Opinion: I read this fic because it came up on my dash when I was up at 5am this morning because I couldn’t sleep and I’m really glad I did because it was really cute and just !!! I love how in depth it goes and the development is so great aaaaa AO3 Link
Title: Violet Author: enchantobio ( @lunakaashi ) Rating: Teen & Up Pairings: Bokuaka with a side of Kuroken, Iwaoi, and Tsukkiyama Words / Chapters: 41479 / 8 Summary: Akaashi couldn’t see colors, save for one - violet. He sometimes felt a warm feeling in his chest when he thought about how someone out there could only see the world the same way he did. That is, until he feels the burning of the colors on his cheeks, and the coolness past his fingertips, and he realizes how much of the world was blurred into itself until he saw him. Han’s Opinion: This is one of those fics that reads so beautifully that I can’t really resist it. The beginning got me so hooked, it’s unreal (maybe I’m just a sucker for prose and expertly crafted descriptions) and this is actually a really nice fic and I just love soulmate aus so !!! AO3 Link
Title: of the moonless nights Author: LydiaOfNarnia ( @oikawa-chans) Rating: Teen & Up Pairings: Tsukkiyama, Daisuga, Kagehina, Iwaoi Words / Chapters: 51835 / 9 Summary:
Tsukishima Kei ought to have known better than to wander into the woods alone at nightfall; legends of monsters that lurked in the night had long haunted his little village, originating centuries before he was even born. He’d always written these tales off as things of fiction; that is, until the night he comes face to face with a boy with too many freckles and fangs straight out of a monster legend.
Han’s Opinion: I speak from personal experience when I say that Tsukki here is a pretty hard character to write. (If you thought it was easy, well then joke’s on you!) And I think this fic pretty much nails it. It’s hard creating the right balance of witty sarcasm and… ya know actual character things, and this is a great example of when it’s done right. (I’ve seen it done wrong. I’ve seen it done wrong in my own work). Also this is just a really cool AU overall. AO3 Link
ahh!! thank you very much for the rec!! i’m glad you enjoyed it :–)
tumblr meme culture is really just a form of neo dadaism
I’d like to clarify:
dada was a largely european art movement that took place after wwi. this time and place is not a coincidence. let me explain.
dada art made no sense. the artists who made dada lived in a world in which nothing made sense - in which conventional logic led to the senselessness of a world war. so, making art that made no sense, making - well, you can’t really call it art, so making ANTI-art that rejected the conventions that brought about that atrocity in the first place - it made total sense. (if that makes any sense.)
so the artists did weird things. new things! putting things that were already made together and calling it sculpture, cutting up bits of pictures and putting them together and calling that something to frame - this site has some nice examples.
but from my perspective - there’s serious intellectual continuity between the absurdity of attaching a bunch of tacks to the bottom of an iron, rendering it useless, and say…. bath bomb posts. Put a fucking macbook in a bath. it’s useless now. Nobody fucking cares anymore. you want something funny? you want a punchline? gun. that’s your punchline. Take it. I am laughing
in a way it could be a method of venting some of the frustration and hopelessness and dissatisfaction that tumblr’s userbase (largely, disenfranchised millennials) feels in the modern day. I can’t really speak for anyone else, but… at least from a US perspective, there’s plenty to be disillusioned about. growing up in a constant state of questionably justified war, income inequality, an economic recession caused by the actions of a handful of wealthy fucks who didn’t even get properly punished, growing awareness of police brutality, being called lazy and self-absorbed by the generations that gave us these problems in the first place… I can’t help but think that these factors (and more) could produce a similar mindset to the one that precipitated the first dada movement.
so of COURSE we make nonsense jokes. it’s a coping mechanism for a world which doesn’t make any sense.
related: this isn’t by tumblr but I have to plug UCLA’s atrocity of a virtual gallery once more. it really needs to be experienced, but… it’s definitely also millennial neo dada. from the presentation (like an unplayable video game) to the content (THE DOGS HAVE ARRIVED), it is exactly what I am talking about. it is a fucking shitpost. and it’s high art, too! I love this
tl;dr: my generation is fed up with this bullshit, and the best way that we can express that is by shitposting. alternatively, dada was an early precursor to modern shitposting and we should all thank duchamp for signing a fucking urinal
a dear friend has given a perfect update to some of my phrasing, courtesy of their word replace extension:
you see this? this is exactly what I’m fucking talking about. the thing that I’m talking about is:
This is what he thinks when he lets Hinata sit so close to him that their sides press together. Hinata’s babbling, lunchbox empty on his lap. Kageyama chews carefully for once. He tries to concentrate on the food instead of the warmth at his side, practically cocooned into his ribcage.
Here’s what fanfiction understands that the Puppies don’t: inversion and subversion don’t ruin the story – they just give you new ways to tell it, and new tools to tell it with. Take a platonic relationship and make it romantic; there’s a story in that. Take a romantic relationship and make it platonic; there’s a story in that, too. Take a human and make her a werewolf; take a werewolf and make him human. Don’t try and sidle up on hurt/comfort like it’s something you’re ashamed to be indulging in; embrace the tropes until you have their mastery. Take a gang of broken souls surviving the apocalypse and make them happy in high school; take a bunch of funny, loving high school kids and shove them in the apocalypse. Like Archimedes, fanfic writers find the soul, the essence of what makes the characters real, and use it as a fulcrum on which to pivot entire worlds, with inversion/subversion as their lever of infinite length.
Garni Temple, Armenia. First century Hellenic temple, the only pagan temple in Armenia that survived the Christianization of the country in the early 4th century. It is also the only “Greco-Roman colonnaded building” in Armenia and the entire former Soviet Union.
Garni Temple, Armenia. First century Hellenic temple, the only pagan temple in Armenia that survived the Christianization of the country in the early 4th century. It is also the only “Greco-Roman colonnaded building” in Armenia and the entire former Soviet Union.
The studio tank at Republic studios, where John Wayne shot Wake of the Red Witch (1948), was where the dummy of ‘Shelley Winters (I)’ in the underwater sequence was shot for The Night of the Hunter (1955). The eerie shots were filmed by an underwater cameraman in a scuba outfit and a camera that had to be held by him on a hook. Initially the tank at Fox was used but the paint inside the tank was flaking, and the water was not clear. [x]
The studio tank at Republic studios, where John Wayne shot Wake of the Red Witch (1948), was where the dummy of ‘Shelley Winters (I)’ in the underwater sequence was shot for The Night of the Hunter (1955). The eerie shots were filmed by an underwater cameraman in a scuba outfit and a camera that had to be held by him on a hook. Initially the tank at Fox was used but the paint inside the tank was flaking, and the water was not clear. [x]
Start by pulling him out of the fire and
hoping that he will forget the smell.
He was supposed to be an angel but they took him
from that light and turned him into something hungry,
something that forgets what his hands are for when they
aren’t shaking.
He will lose so much, and you will watch it all happen
because you had him first, and you would let the world
break its own neck if it means keeping him.
Start by wiping the blood off of his chin and
pretending to understand.
Repeat to yourself
“I won’t leave you, I won’t leave you”
until you fall asleep and dream of the place
where nothing is red.
When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it.
Oh, when you used to sing it to sleep.
Here are your upturned hands.
Give them to him and watch how he prays
like he is learning his first words.
Start by pulling him out of another fire,
and putting him back together with the pieces
you find on the floor.
There is so much to forgive, but you do not
know how to forget.
When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you are the reason it has become so mangled.
Here is your humble offering,
obliterated and broken in the mouth
of this abandoned church.
He has come back to stop the world
from turning itself inside out, and you love him, you do,
so you won’t let him.
Tell him that you will never know any better.
Pretend to understand why that isn’t good enough.
