#; mem'ries

[dearly]

for an 8 year old shirt it's held up pretty well despite its dust attraction

[night-lie]

Amaterasu, also known as Amaterasu Ōmikami or Ōhirume no Muchi no Kami is the goddess of the sun.

'Amaterasu' comes from the verb amateru, which means "to illuminate or shine in the sky". It's combined with the honorific auxiliary verb -su. 'Ōmikami' means "great (and) august deity". Notably, 'Amaterasu' in 'Amaterasu Ōmikami' is not technically a name: Amaterasu is an attributive verb form which modifies the noun after it.

Therefore, the name literally means "The Great August Goddess Who Augustly Shines in Heaven".

[mocktortis]

Full poem, borrowing the rhyme and meter of Alexander Pope's Of Her Sickness:

Saliva rises in your throat, To recount rules you've learn'd by rote In exhaltation you proclaim; To stay the hand of God with flame! And if your fury is deserv'd, The mem'ry still will be preserv'd.

I don't know why I decided to write an original poem inspired by Alexander Pope just as a background detail; it exponentially increased how long I spent on this. The script it's written in is based on Humanist scripts (which are too early for the setting of Patho, I know). I used my own references for the hands, because every time I wear my satin gloves it reminds me of Dankovsky.

[skeletboi]

Part 16 of the Intridimensional au!

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Fiddleford, what the hell is that thing?” Stan asked, motioning to the memory gun.

“I- this? It's… nothing. Don't worry ‘bout it Stanley.” Fiddleford responded.

Stan took a cautious step forward, feeling a bit like he was approaching a hurt puppy more than a human being.

“It sure as hell doesn't look like nothing.” he said trying to get a better look at the gun.

“Really, Stan doncha worry ‘bout it. It's jus’ an invention I done whipped up to help me deal with some them spookems Ford an’ I are always runnin’ into.”

“Deal with? That can't be a good thing. If it's not a big deal, then just tell me what it does.”

“Well… well it jus' erases some bad mem'ries is all.” Fiddleford said, looking away and attempting to hide the gun behind his back.

“It does what?!” Stan asked, taking a step forward and reaching for the gun. “Fidds there is no way that's safe!”

“It's fine, Stanley, doncha try an’ take this from me! Ya don’ know what I've seen in this town! I love yer brother, but he's messin’ with somethin’ serious. I don’ know where he's gettin’ all these ideas from- but it's dangerous. I- I can't-” Fiddleford practically yelled, backing away.

“I've seen shit, too, and I've been there- but this sure as hell isn't the way, Fidds. Give me the gun.” Stan said back, trying his best to be gentle, but tripping over his own peg leg as he took another step closer and sending them both to the ground.

“No. I need it, Stanley, ya don’ understand!” Fiddleford yelled, pushing Stan off of him and scrambling to his feet.

Stan tried to get up, but stopped as Fiddleford aimed the gun at him.

“Fidds.” He said carefully. “You don't want to do this.”

“I'm sorry, Stan. I don’ want to, but I need this.” Fiddeford said, his hand trembling, tears streaming down his face.

“I’m sorry, too.” Stan said, pushing the gun away with one hand and grabbing a book from the floor with the other.

He leaned up on his good leg and hit Fiddleford across the face with the book as the gun skidded across the floor. Fiddleford collapsed onto the ground and Stan grimaced.

“I really am sorry, Fidds.” Stan said, struggling to his feet.

He grabbed a pillow from the bed and put it under Fidd's head, checking to make sure there was no blood from the hit, and turned him so he was laying on his side. He looked to the gun on the floor and frowned, his sadness turning to anger as he thought of Ford's careless dismissal of Fiddleford's anxiety.

He grabbed the gun as he left the room, grief warring with anger as he carefully made his way through the cluttered hall. He knew Ford had walked this way to go back to his lab, but Stan had no idea where this lab was.

He glanced down at the gun in his hand, then paused when he got a glimpse at the floor below him. There were muddy shoe prints leading down the hall. He slid the gun into his inner coat pocket and followed the trail around the corner until it dead ended at a bookshelf.

“You have gotta be shittin’ me, Sixer.” Stan mumbled.

He ran a finger over the bookshelf, glancing over the dry titles until he came across one he recognized.

“The Siblings Brothers. That's a bit obvious.” He said as he pulled the book from the shelf.

The shelf clicked and creaked. Stan opened it, and probably would have been impressed by the elevator hidden behind it if he wasn't too busy being angry. He looked to the keypad next to the door and nearly laughed. It was just like the one on the old vending machine down by the dock when they were growing up. He didn't even have to think about it, he input the code for jelly beans and toffee peanuts, and the elevator door dinged open.

The elevator automatically opened on the third floor and Stan stepped out, following the hallway down until it opened into a vast room that had to be at least double the size of the house itself.

“Holy shit.” he said aloud.

“Fiddleford! I need you to check the pressure gaug-” Ford started, but stopped when he got a look at Stan.

“You should work on your security, Sixer.” Stan said.

“Stanley! What the hell are you doing down here?! And where is Fiddleford?!” Ford asked.

“I'm here to talk to you about this.” Stan said, taking the memory gun from his inner coat pocket and holding it up for Ford to see.

Ford's eyes widened in recognition, and, to Stan's surprise, horror.

“Where did you get that?!” Ford asked, his voice laced with fear.

“You do know about it! And you just let him use it on himself?! I was under the impression that you cared about him, Ford!” Stan yelled, his anger returning in full force.

“No, Stan, I- He told me he destroyed it! I never would have let it go on if I had known!” Ford yelled back, sounding more panicked than angry.

“You knew he was anxious, Ford! Did you think he just magically got over his anxiety?!” Stan yelled.

“No, no- I- well, I don't quite recall…” Ford said, looking down at his feet.

“You don't fucking-” Stan paused, the realization dawning as he looked at his brother's frowning face.

“I'm sorry, Stanford…” Stan heard from behind him.

Stan and Ford both turned at the voice and saw Fiddleford standing at the end of the hall, a hand to his head.

“Fiddleford, what did you do?” Ford asked, the panic in his voice turning to anger.

“I didn't have ‘nother choice, Stanford. You wouldn't listen to me! I still don't understand where you're gettin’ all these ideas! I couldn't get rid of the gun- I- I needed it.” Fiddleford said, his voice rising in panic with each word.

“So you used that machine on me?! All I have is my brain, Fiddleford! How dare you use that on me!” Ford yelled back.

“I know, Ford. I'm sorry. I jus’- well I jus’...” Fiddleford stuttered.

“You just what?! Wanted to ruin this for me?! Everything I've worked for! Who cares where the idea came from?!”

“I care, Ford! I know you're smart- I've always known that! But this is somethin’ else!”

“This again?! Why can't you just listen to me! This is my life's work, Fiddleford! This is the final step in proving myself! Don't you get that?!"

“You have everythin' ya need ta prove yerself in those journals a' yers!” Fiddleford yelled back, tears running down his cheeks. “You're so obsessed with proving yerself that you don' even see how dangerous this damn portal is!”

Stan looked from Fiddleford to Ford and frowned.

“Wait, did you say portal?! What the fuck does that mean?!” he asked.

“Nothing, Stanley! Just stay out of this!” Ford yelled.

“Nothing?! This is obviously something! Goddammit, you two are mad scientists, aren't you?! Why didn't I see that sooner?!” Stan yelled back.

“Hey now, that ain't nice a ya, Stanley!” Fiddleford said. “We ain't crazy! We jus’ get a bit caught up in our projects!”

“You tried to erase my mind with that crazy gun of yours ten minutes ago!” Stan responded, nonplussed.

“Yeah, well- you hit me with a book!”

“Of course I did! You were-” Stan started, but stopped when Ford started to laugh.

“Well, well, well.” Ford said, his voice echoing oddly in the large room.

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I did not have time to proofread. My bad.

*edit: I went back and half proofread. It needed some help frfr.

Also sorry about leaving y'all on a cliffhanger, then not posting for another day. Have another cliffhanger, as an apology.

[autumnslance]

Dawntrail OST - Smile Official Lyrics

(Got my CD today, any transcript errors are mine)

Music: Masayoshi Soken Arrangement: TomoLow, Masayoshi Soken Lyrics: Michael-Christopher Koji-Fox, Phil Bright Lyrical Concept: Natsuko Ishikawa, Tomohiro Kawasaki, Magumi Onozuka Lyric Translation: Natsuko Ishikawa Vocals: AKINO from bless4

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At the crossroads, standing here Not a star in the sky to guide me tonight Left for lost, and lost in fear Deep in darkness drown my cries

All this pain inside of me Don't know where it starts or when it'll end Try and tame the agony As I close my eyes and scream to the wind

Look around and find I'm standing all alone (Look again, we're standing there) 'Cause the storm has taken everything I've known (Leaving loss you needn't bear) Don't know why I thought I'd make it by myself (After all that we've been through) Out of time, I'm runnin' blind. Can't somebody help? (Know we're always there for you)

Learned so much in life I couldn't understand (Understand we're by your side) Standing tall we'll face tomorrow hand in hand (Mine in yours and yours in mine) Weaving mem'ries, through the warp and weft we wend (This, our tale, a tapestry) Never losin' sight of everywhere that we've been (And everywhere we're gonna be)

In lightning's wake did naught but ash remain Yet with the rain, does life's song ring again O'er ancient forests, out beyond the plains It carries on, we'll carry on, whoa

So smile and let the rainbow sing (Red and yellow, blue and green) Alive with everything it brings (Laughter, peace, and harmony) We walk a neverending trail (In our hearts, we carry hence) One love, no, it shall never pale (This is our inheritance)

I turn around and what do I see? (Turn around and there we'll be) A light that guides our way to the key (Do you still remember me?) A silent flame that burns ever bright (What you've lost you won't forget) To see us forward out of the night ('Til tomorrow comes and then…)

Tight! Seize the day and hold on tight The sun is risin' Life, take it slow and take a bite

So high, on the dawn we set our sights A new horizon Fly, ever forward, starry-eyed

Hold tight, this land we call our home (Built upon a common dream) We fight to never let it go (Arm-in-arm, we still believe) Of fire, we have not seen the last (And the storm on which it rides) We'll rise again once it has passed (All for one, we march in stride)

And if you think you're ready to fly (I'll lift you up and carry you) We'll spread our wings and take to the sky (There is nothing we can't do) Come wipe away the tears in your eyes (What we've lost we won't forget) Together for the rest of our lives ('til tomorrow comes and then…)

The path ahead is steep And from the heavens the gods shall grant no relief Still we go on, we carry on, oh Never can we stop Never can we stop

Here come together, this land we'll defend Now and forever, for we won't end

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Jujutsu Kaisen Characters + Relationship to the Lyrics of Better.

Pairing: Yuji, Sukuna, Megumi, Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Toji, Choso, Hiromi,Kusakabe, Toge Inumaki

Your smile plays like a movie in my mind, Feels like you've always been here in my life.

↳ Yuji ✧ Gojo ✧ Geto

《

Your voice is like a song, I can't forget you.And I never want to let you go.

↳ Megumi ✧ Choso ✧ Nanami

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You make me laugh a little louder.You make me dream a little bigger.My life is so much sweeter, Cause you make me,You make me better

↳ Hiromi ✧ Kusakabe ✧ Toge

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We hold so many mem'ries in our hearts.So close even if we are far apart.Standing on the edge of new beginnings.

↳ Toji ✧ Sukuna

[getcareless]

Triolet Poem #29

I'm in love with mem'ries of you and that's everything I am. Everything I am is true - I'm in love with mem'ries of you. I'd do anything I have to, just to show this is not a scam. I'm in love with mem'ries of you and that's everything. I am.

"Everything I Am", JEP

[iranondeaira]

🎶If we had the chance to do it all again

Si nous avions la chance de tout recommencer

Tell me, would we? Could we?

Dis-moi, le ferions-nous? Pourrions-nous?

Mem'ries, may be beautiful and yet

Les souvenirs, peuvent être beaux et pourtant

What's too painful to remember

Ce qu'y a-t-il de trop douloureux à se rappeler

We simply choose to forget

Nous choisissons simplement de l'oublier

So it's the laughter

Ainsi c'est le rire

We will remember

Dont nous nous souviendrons

Whenever we remember...

Chaque fois que nous nous souvenons...

The way we were...

De ce que nous étions...

The way we were...

De ce que nous étions...🎶

[shy-girl04]

Do you ever wake up lonely

In the middle of the night

Because you miss me, do you darlin'

Oh and do your mem'ries ever take you back

Into another place in time

And do you ever miss the feelings and the love

We shared when you were with me, do you darlin'

I just wonder do I cross your mind

Dolly Parton

[marinafanning]

ok rick. you want to do iambic pentameter? lets do iambic pentameter.

you might notice that the first line, "the words that memory wrought are set to fire," has 12 syllables. in iambic pentameter, as the word suggests, each line has 10 syllables. (iambic requiring sets of two syllables, and pentameter meaning 5 meters. 5 meters, each with 2 syllables, makes 10 syllables). the way that we (and by we i mean shakespeare) would adress this is by shortening one of the words (in this case, memory) into one less syllable. this would be written as mem'ry, with the apostrophe in place of the missing vowel. the word fire at the end of the line would be said with one syllable. picture a pirate saying arr and put an f at the beginning. or imagine saying it with a strong, vaguely southern accent. the last line of the third stanza, "to walk the path in thine own enemy's boots" also has an extra syllable. this occurs in the word enemy, and we adress it in the same way as memory, changing it to "en'my" i know that rick is not opposed to shortening words with apostrophes, because he uses "o'er" in the second line. is this supposed to be written like shakespeare or not?

my other point is that this sonnet implies that demeter is pronounced deh-mee-ter, due to it being an iamb (a format in which in each set of two syllables, the stress is on the second syllable. the opposite of this is a trochee. think present vs present. PRE-sent, like a gift, is a trochee, while pre-SENT, like to show off, is an iamb. if you want to figure out wether a word is a trochee or an iamb, try super emphasizing one of the syllables, way beyond how you would normally say it, and not emphasizing the other. then switch them. figure out which one sounds more right, and you have your answer). i don't know what the correct pronunciation of demeter is, but i've been saying deh-meh-ter, real fast, with the emphasis on the first syllable. apparently rick doesn't think that's right, though! or he was taking a creative liberty in order to make that line work. i wouldn't be super surprised. shakespeare does that with his characters names sometimes. like, in hamlet, laertes' name is either pronounced lair-tees or lay-air-tees, depending on which is more convenient for the verse.

[cohandshake]

From all the posts going around of what other bands to listen to rather than Wilbur and Lovejoy, there's a few that I'm surprised I haven't seen:

Pat the Bunny and his other projects Wingnut Dishwashers Union, Ramshackle Glory, and Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains - the epitome of folk punk, a genre that Will was obviously into and inspired by considering he covered a few songs from Pat

I'm not a good person

I'm going home

Whiskey is my kind of lullaby

Your heart is a muscle -> the first song I typically recommend

More about alcoholism

Urine speaks louder than words -> the cover wil did of this is how i found him

Never trust a man who (who plays guitar)

Crywank - another band that was inspo for both the solo albums and Lovejoy, AND another folk punk staple, one of the few I can think of off the top of my head that's british

Welcome to castle irwell

Its ok i wouldn't remember me either

Song for a guilty sadist

Memento Mori

AJJ - especially People Who Can People album

Back Pack

People ii 2: Still Peoplin'

Brave as a noun

Bad bad things

Days N' Daze, Mischief Brew, and Defiance, Ohio are also great folk punk bands that are in the same vein as the ones mentioned above.

misanthropic drunken loner

little blue pills

oh, susquehanna!

roll me through the gates of hell

coffee, god, and cigarettes,

olde tyme mem'ry

I will say, while I could hear the definite influences these bands and genre had on his solo stuff, YCGMA and MSR always struck me as a more tamed version made more palatable for the masses, so while the themes, overall sound, and inspo is all there, I can't guarantee that it's a vibe for everyone

Ren - while not the same genre by any means, I think the vibe could def be appreciated, and if you like up-and-coming artists who've originated on youtube, check him out

Frank Turner - british artist who also makes music that I would considered the marketable version of folk-punk. more positive vibes than others in the scene

Get better

I still believe

I knew prufrock before he got famous

The Libertines - more for those who like Lovejoy. this band has been around for a while, and they've never stopped being insane about eachother. GREAT music, one of my favs tbh, and classic brit-indie 2000s which is what Lovejoy reminded me of.

Can't stand me now -> prob their most known song

The good old days

What a waster

What became of the likely lads

Gunga Din

Sorority Noise

Blonde hair, black lungs

Using

Art school wannabe

Kimya Dawson - if you're looking for something woman-based, she's for you. In the vein of the folk-punk scene (she's actually anti-folk), her and her band Moldy Peaches have been in soundtracks like Juno

So nice, so smart

The beer -> one of the ultimate songs imo

loose lips

[citizenscreen]

‘The way you wear your hat,

The way you sip your tea,

The mem'ry of all that --

No, no! They can't take that away from me!’

- Ira Gershwin, #botd in 1896

[insextras]

In old x-men comics rogue was always like "be careful, if our skin makes contact I'll absorb your powers and mem'ries" like damn girl we know, you've said it in every issue up till now

[darling]

"I watch the sun rise each morn Bringing light to a new day Yet each night it sets forlorn Carrying the light away

The clouds drift by slow and grey Casting shadows on the ground Mem'ries of past joys decay All pleasures here are transient, fleeting, found

Leaves fall from trees bare and brown Nature's colors fade away Winter's chill winds blow around As seasons change from day to day

Time marches on without fail The present slips through grasping hands Nought can its steady pace derail All moments become memories in the sands

Thus does life before me fleet All things must pass in their turn This truth I know is bittersweet Each day a little more I learn and mourn."

"The Passage of Days" - a request I made to myself.

[dustykneed]

tag game!! lets goooo

tagged by @donsdawn! (you are very very important!!!! And you are doing an awesome job. I'm so so proud of you and I appreciate you lots ^^ You are deserving of love and kindness! I believe in you <33)

3 ships you like: ok yall already know what i ship from tos so for fun here are some extremely obscure ones im super fond of! keating/mcallister (dps), ginger ale/roxy morton (kingsman), yennskier (the witcher)

Honorable mention: geraskefer (the witcher) is also pretty dang neat

First ship ever: winterfalcon! (still ship it ;] clearly i have a thing for old married couple energy loll

Last song you heard: olde tyme mem'ry by mischief brew

Favorite childhood book: the children of green knowe!!

Currently reading: the entire mcspirk tag on ao3. yes the entire tag. i do pick and choose but im on page 68 of 89 and going strong baybee !!

Currently watching: shoot from the hip improv comedy special

Currently consuming: on a cellular level, spite, methylphenidate and glucose. Also a bit of childish whimsy

Currently craving: actually having warm hands and feet.... freezing my fingers and toes off right now ffs. And maybe lunch with my irls!

Tagging:

@muirmarie @dootplusone @chaosdragonhoard @queerspaceranger @immortaljailor @simplyspocking @fexalted @kaklord @tigereyes45 (if youve already been tagged by someone else feel free to just ignore!)

[the-phantom-drifter]

That's a nice little weapon ya got there lass, how you take care for it

(if I ever learn about gun safety and care and stuff then I'll come back to this but I don't know anything 😭 - mod)

"Ya like it? She's custom made. I call her Sunrise."

"I always have all the materials for it in my house, it's all just muscle mem'ry for me. I don't even pay much attention to what I do, so can't explain it too well. Apologies, mx Anon."

"But even then, if you're lookin for advice, I'm not the best person to come to, since I don't always give the best answers on this. This would be from personal experience with Sunrise. I can tell ya she's pretty feisty with new owners."

"Maybe you should just go to a gun safety website.

Or maybe just bring it to someone who knows what they're doing if you're a rookie."