Ramon Novarro during filming of THE STUDENT PRINCE IN OLD HEIDELBERG (1927) at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer studios. Lubitsch is having quite the time at the piano.

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Ramon Novarro during filming of THE STUDENT PRINCE IN OLD HEIDELBERG (1927) at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer studios. Lubitsch is having quite the time at the piano.

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Swimmie より販売中のハンカチのためのイラストレーションです。
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Head ornament from a wedding set, China, Qing Dynasty, circa 1800–1911.
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Jean Harlow in Hold Your Man (1933)

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“La Pensee” enamel brooch by French artist René Lalique, circa 1900.
Shiba Ryotaro Memorial Museum Library, Osaka, Japan
Architect Tadao Ando designed a new concrete building to sit alongside the original family home of the late Japanese author, Shiba Ryotaro. The award winning memorial museum, opened to the public in November 2001, was designed to house the revered writer’s extensive library of more than 60,000 books. Ando decided that the library need not display all the books at one time and created a three-storey, 11 metre high display wall to showcase up to 20,000 books at any one time.
Architect Tadao Ando, explained his inspiration,
“an image of a faint space of light surrounded by books and surrounded by darkness”

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I have not read fanfic in some time.
But now.
Now I went to ao3.
And across many fandoms it’s all the same.
Fic.
Fic where every line is a new point of emphasis.
Not just emphasis.
Every line says the next set of reactions, words, description, or emotions have to be set off.
In a new line.
Like this.
Paragraphs can’t be longer than a sentence, not ever.
It’s like the writers have never read a book.
Like they’ve trained themselves to write by reading the floating closed captions that appear.
Sentence by sentence.
Sometimes just word by word.
One thought at a time.
In a short form video.
Maybe it’s AI.
Maybe, though, people just stopped knowing how to write.
This isn’t how stories should work.
Each fanfic an inadvertent poem.
In 5000 words.
Or more.
Sometimes it’s more.
For so many chapters, every line.
Every line a new emphasis.
Imagine if someone talked to you like this.
Imagine a story where nothing varied.
They say we let out breaths we didn’t know we were holding.
What if, every time, every line, every minor moment felt like that.
Like a breath.
A breath you dumbasses keep letting out.
Over, and over.
With never an inhale in between.
That’s not a breath.
That’s a fart.
A long, long fart.
How the fuck does this not annoy you.