Lily Padula (USA) - 1: Lighting The Way, Crystal Cave GIF 2,3,4: Selected Images From Aliens Exist Zine 5: Burning Bridges, Personal work 6: Pushing Up Daisies, Personal work
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Okay I actually think this little scene is hella important. We all know HYDRA did all kinds of experiments on him before Steve found him. Who’s to say they didn’t experiment with wiping memories as well ? They probably already started all kinds of experiments related to the Winter Soldier on him.
See how Bucky’s rambling at the beginning ? It’s like he’s trying really hard to remember who he is. He keeps repeating numbers and his name like it’s something he remembers but he doesn’t know what it means, he doesn’t know it’s him.
Then when Steve shows up he doesn’t recognise him at first. It actually takes him a good couple of seconds before he remembers who Steve is. And with remembering Steve, he also remembers himself because Steve is part of him. I’m going to curl up under the blankets and cry myself to sleep now.
Thierry Cohen (b.1963, France) - Darkened Cities
Thierry Cohen has been a professional photographer since 1985 and from the end of the 80s, a pioneer in the use of digital techniques. Since 2006, he has devoted most of his time to his personal work. Since 2010, from megacities to deserts, he has mainly worked to achieve “Darkened Cities”, giving back stars to cities for the viewer and raising public awareness to the problem of light pollution. His works are held in private and public collections. Thierry Cohen lives and works in Paris.
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"I heard you were very into science these days, Cecil. How about you come to my lab and we can do ‘science’ experiments together?”
Jess Whitehead (Port Elizabeth, South Africa) - Abstract Experiments, 2013 Digital Arts
Don’t send first drafts, toss-offs, or unfinished experiments. Use punctuation. Indent paragraphs. Proofread. Be honest with yourself. Read your work aloud. Now imagine reading it aloud to a room of strangers and then ask how many of them are checking messages on their smartphones. Speaking of which: throw out your smart phone. Get off Facebook and Twitter. Get offline once in a while. Live a little. Eat lots of vegetables. Concentrate. Write like a motherfucker.
There is more than one archway. Despite there being numerous treaties between the many magical nations of the world not to partake in experiments with paradigm shifting magic, the shadowy and experimental wings of certain government agencies cannot help but stick their wands in areas of study best left alone by mortal mages. Love and memory, time and fate, these are the great elements of the world that many of the greatest mages have lost themselves to pursuing.
And so it is that in the basement of a nondescript house in the suburbs of a minor American city is an old, stone arch that sits alone in the middle of a stained concrete floor. Only its caretakers know the origin of the archway, which is moved every several years to help keep its location secure, but rumors of its existence have long since spread amongst academics of a certain paranoid mindset, who insist that the AWC uses the dark portal to “disappear” political dissidents.
This is, of course, complete bunk. For one, the portal’s guardians report certain permutations whenever someone passes through the threshold, which the otherwise unperturbable agents of the MRD describe as “highly disconcerting.” There is also the fact that it has never been the policy of the AWC to avoid making an example whenever possible, and the clean, easy death of those pushed through the dark veil that covers the archway is far from suited to this purpose. So, instead, the arch is kept secret and the researchers of the Bureau of Magical Research and Development study the uniquely necromantic energies that permeate the artifact.
Of course the American agents are far more cautious than their British counterparts. Warding circles and sigils from at least seven different magical traditions are always running around the archway, and a duo of senior Aurors are always on staff to protect the home (usually one male and one female, who masquerade as the home’s owners to the wider public, though the last team was composed of two women who passed without comment in a more progressive part of the country). Fail safes, both magical and mundane, prevent casual meddling with the arch and prevent mishaps, the most basic of which is a plastic sheet attached over both sides of the threshold meant to prevent trips from prematurely ending the life of an otherwise valuable team member.
Of course, the hand prints that sometimes appear on the interior of the archway are generally considered highly disconcerting by the keepers, but a small case of nerves is often considered preferable to a permanent case of death.
Junior year of high school, I was in a psych class. We did all sorts of experiments regularly, one of which was on body language. My teacher handed volunteers cards and we each acted out whatever was written on them. Students in their seats would shout out adjectives or nouns describing the person—this person is nervous, that person is relaxed.
My card was confusing. It said to straighten up, put my hands behind my back, grip my arm, and walk around the room. I had to survey the students, occasionally pausing at a desk and observing the student in it.
I was stately.
My teacher explained that this was the posture that people of power adopted. Presidents, ministers. They were in positions of respect but, more importantly, of authority. They looked proper. And important. Perhaps they looked condescending, but, with hands behind their backs and body exposed for the world to see, they were open. High, but approachable. Grand.
Lucifer doesn’t walk like he has wings. Lucifer walks like a king.
Mark Pellegrino plays a flawless Lucifer.
Does everybody remember the perching thing?
Of course you do.
Okay, did you ever realize why he does it?
It’s a height-dominance thing.
Lucifer—or at least his vessel—is shorter than Sam, which is Sam’s only honest advantage against Lucifer as he struggles against the supposed hallucination throughout season seven. But when Sam is sitting down, Lucifer will perch or stand so that he has a height advantage over Sam, thus establishing dominance over Sam in every possible way, making Sam completely powerless by loosing the one advantage, the one comfort he had. This happens again:
and again:
and again, this particular instance which will result in a transition:
…to when Lucifer wants to connect with Sam, to try and be equal with him (in this case, to convince/taunt Sam into talking to him); Mark has him sit at level, like here, in a more neutral position:
So the whole reason for the perching is for Lucifer to gain dominance over Sam until he needs to connect with Sam personally. Where Mark places Lucifer in the room and just how he does it appears to have a direct correlation to if Lucifer is trying to ruin Sam, or relate to him.
(Compare this, then, to how Lucifer and Sam first met: lying in bed together. Compare this Lucifer to the Lucifer of season five, who was Sam’s “other half,” not more or less than Sam. May be evidence for anyone still on the fence about s7!Lucifer being a hallucination, perhaps?)
(one day I’ll talk about the reversal of the Perching Rule, but for now let me live in my happy fantasy)
A+ META IS A+
Reason number 67395 why I love SPN fandom: scientific meta.
#it’s because bucky is so out of it that he’s overly emotional#tired out by medical experiments#tired of staying strong in the face of the enemy#repeating his name rank serial number and dob over and over and over again#when steve finds him he thinks he’s hallucinating at first but he’s relieved when steve is real#because with steve he can just be himself#he can let go of some of the barriers he constructs around himself#but he dropped one too many walls in his joy at being free#he’s never let steve see just how much steve means to him#how if there wasn’t steve there wouldn’t be a life worth living#once they get out they don’t speak about that moment#but the secret is out and bucky doesn’t know#hell doesn’t want#to hide it anymore (x)
