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demonic0angel · 4 months ago

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Celestial Bodies AU (Part 2/?)

(Part one, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven. Also on AO3)

Robin inhaled softly as Batman strode past his hiding spot. He placed his hands over his mouth and held still within the hiding spot he had found in the spaceship. He could see Superman glance in his direction, but thankfully, he didn't say anything as he floated alongside Batman to go to the command room.

When he heard them leave, Robin quickly followed after them.

When Batman had left him to go to space of all things, Robin knew what he had to do. With the help of Wonder Woman, who had laughed herself silly when he had asked before gleefully complying, he was able to sneak onto the spacecraft without Batman knowing.

It wasn't fair if Bruce got to go to space but he couldn't!

It was space!

Robin followed them quietly and watched as both Batman and Superman stood around the computer monitor that was built into the spacecraft. Green Lantern was already there, staring through the wide window above the monitor at the dark void. Although it was dark, several whirling stars and strange planets all shone brightly and spun in place. The screen itself held several different pictures, and each of them flickered and brightened as sounds came from the screen.

Robin's eyes widened in awe as he strained his ears to listen in.

The sounds were beautiful, like something that he would've heard at a church choir. The singing was ethereal and spooky all in one, echoing with a haunting quality to it like it was underwater.

Like a siren's song.

Robin had to clench his fingers in order to hold himself back from lurching forward, wanting to be even closer.

But who were the people singing?

Green Lantern crossed his arms when he saw the two of them enter.

“Took you two long enough. How did you find this galaxy? I haven’t heard anything about it, even from the Corps.”

Superman answered, “We were testing the new spacecraft for interstellar travel and decided to see if we could go far enough and maybe meet some sentient life forms that could join the Justice League,” he rubbed the back of his head and continued, “Well, we reached this place and then discovered them and made contact. Batman and I asked them if they would help us in the future, and they said they would.”

Green Lantern looked unimpressed. He turned to Batman and asked, “So I guess you were paranoid enough to call me?”

“… yes. And I contacted Zatanna as well.” Robin could tell that Batman was disgruntled by his own powerlessness by the way his voice was tight, like he was gritting his teeth.

He stifled a laugh at the thought of Batman being helpless. He loved Bruce, but oh boy, it was funny seeing him struggle.

Green Lantern shrugged. “I honestly can’t tell you much, because I can’t fly around here like I’d like, even with the ring. Supes, you’ve seen how dangerous this part of space is, right?”

Superman seemed excited to have someone understand. “Yes! The pressure and gravitational pull was very strong. I was only able to escape because I was far away enough and got away in time. The pull definitely seemed to match that of several astronomical objects combining into one. However, it shouldn’t be possible.”

Robin rolled his eyes. When were they going to be interesting?

He sank to the ground and hugged his knees, tilting his head to keep an eye on the three.

Green Lantern nodded. “I agree. It’s definitely way too strong, and usually, any other astronomical object would have collided with one another now, but those are definitely not normal. They’re not bound with logic or science. They even have planets circling around them.”

“We discovered that as well. They spoke with us and we determined that they were sentient,” Batman said. “It is most likely why they haven’t collided yet.”

Robin closed his eyes, leaning against the wall and focusing on the soft singing that continued to play. It lulled him into something like a doze. The song was just so beautiful and soothing, calm, yet strong. It was like a lullaby, one that he was beginning to love.

Green Lantern continued to speak, “It’s the singing, right? The ones singing are the four in the middle?”

“It seems to be all of them in this area, actually.” Batman sighed. “They mentioned two other planets the last time we spoke.”

Green Lantern hummed and turned to the monitor. “I want to try speaking with them. May I?”

Batman nodded and Green Lantern leaned in closer.

He tapped the screen and the sound was enough to rouse Robin. He blinked away the sleepiness and focused in on the room again. Superman glanced in his direction but didn’t say anything.

“Hey! Anyone there?”

The singing continued.

Green Lantern frowned. “Are you sure they spoke to you?”

“Yes,” Bruce growled.

“Try being polite?” Superman suggested.

“… hello? This is Green Lantern speaking. Can someone please respond?”

Robin held his breath as he poked his head into the door, leaning in as close as he could in order to see what would happen next.

The singing slowed to a stop, and so did the flickering on the screen. The sound of static and ocean waves filled the room for a moment.

And then, just like that, the screen spoke with the sound of a thousand voices—

"Hello."

Green Lantern’s eyebrows rose. “Well damn. Nice to meet you.”

"Hello again," Superman interrupted, beaming. "Are you all well? It's good to see you again!"

"We are well, Kal-el."

Superman’s smile went tight but didn’t say anything. Green Lantern glanced at him but was also silent.

Robin was focused on the sound of their voices. It was melodic, kind of like a little choir of voices speaking as one.

Robin's eyes widened again as he thought about it.

Amazing!

Were they speaking to the stars?

The stars continued to speak, “Hal Jordan, son of Martin, what do you seek?”

Green Lantern looked at Batman and Superman, who didn’t look surprised. He frowned heavily.

“Did you all know my identity before?” He addressed Superman and Batman with a glare.

Superman said awkwardly, “No,” while Batman didn’t reply, so it was probably a yes.

He continued to demand, “Do they do this every time?”

“I think so? But Batman hasn’t spoken to them yet,” Superman said, looking at Batman, who still didn’t respond.

Green Lantern grimaced, turning away to look at the stars again before he then answered them.

“… I seek answers.”

“Ask, and you shall receive.” To Robin, they sounded a little tired by his questions. When looking at the adults’ faces though, they didn’t seem to notice.

Robin suddenly felt like he should’ve stepped out.

He was perhaps the only one who could understand these stars.

Green Lantern continued, “Could you tell us your names? Do you know what galaxy this is in?”

“… we have no more names. We are kept far, far away from any living planets except our own.”

“Is there a reason you’re so far away?”

“Yes.”

They waited, but there was no further response. Green Lantern grimaced again, glowering at Batman for putting him in this situation with a clearly very socially awkward galaxy.

“Can you tell us why?”

“No.”

Green Lantern asked, “Are you a danger to us?”

“No.”

“How can we be sure?”

“We’d swallow you if we were.”

Green Lantern eyed the stars with a deep frown. Robin tried to look at them as best as he could, observing the pulsing and glowing stars. The planets that circled them were quite fast, and Robin watched it all with an ever growing sense of awe.

In particular, he focused on the four in the middle, 2 white colored star-like things and a black hole, as well as a wide and glowing orb. The black hole looked intimidating, but it was so cool that Robin couldn’t help but lean past the door.

Green Lantern continued, “I am a Green Lantern. Do you know what that is?”

“We know of everything.”

Green Lantern turned around and muttered, “Jesus Christ.” He looked out the glass windows at the four revolving stars and black holes and then down at the monitor. “How come nobody knows about you?”

“Clockwork hid us….” Their voices were soft, reminiscent.

“Who?”

They didn’t answer, their silence sounding hesitant and worried. Robin hated that they seemed so fearful, as if they were protecting their mysterious Clockwork from them.

“Why?” Green Lantern pushed. Even Batman and Superman were growing agitated at the lack of any actual answers.

“… For our safety.”

Green Lantern nodded and said, “Thank you for answering our questions. That’s all for now.”

Then he pulled away, as the singing immediately picked up again, a little more rushed than before. He looked at Batman and Superman and asked, “Do we have any idea what a “Clockwork” is? Or who it is?”

“I’ve never heard of someone named that,” Batman shook his head.

Superman raised a finger, asking to speak as he said, “I have noticed that this galaxy is in the direction of the Horologium constellation. Horologium means “clock”. Maybe there’s a link between the two?”

“Makes sense. Now what? Do we even need to do anything? They’re seriously uncooperative and I think they’re being vague on purpose.”

Superman frowned. "Green Lantern," he began sternly, but the Green Lantern then put his hands up.

"Okay, first of all, I am way out of my depth here. Intergalactic threats are one thing, children that were forced to become stars is a whole separate matter."

“You already read the report, why are you complaining?” Batman grumbled.

However, Robin ignored the squabble that then ensued as his eyes widened. Children?

Were they in trouble?

Robin needed to help! As Batman’s partner and equal, he was better equipped to help than these three!

These three clearly weren’t suited for this!

Green Lantern scowled. “We have no way of knowing if they’re being truthful or not. My suggestion is that we continue to observe them in the meantime and if they want to “help” us, we take it with a grain of salt.”

Batman nodded. “Exactly my thinking.”

Superman looked a little anxious. “Aren’t we going to help them too? They said that they were human once…”

“Why bother? They don’t even act like it’s an inconvenience.”

Robin grit his teeth.

He knew it! These adults were useless! These stars were kids like him, so they needed to be helped by a kid too. If Robin was able to help, they would surely be better off than with these losers!

Robin loved Superman and Batman (he never really met Green Lantern before, but he disliked him now), but clearly, he was the man for the job.

Superman seemed to be on the same wavelength as him and said, “Let’s ask them! Maybe if we insist, they can give us more information as to why they were changed.”

"Superman, while I appreciate how you hold hope for helping everyone, I really don't think you can help... these." Green Lantern gestured to the window, where the four glowing beings were still spinning in place.

Robin felt heat flare up in his chest at his dismissive tone. How dare he brush off these stars!

Of course, if Robin had been older and not as hot-tempered and determined to hate Green Lantern, he would've seen that he seemed tired. All three of the adult heroes were confused by these beings and could not understand them, not like how Robin could. To them, it was a group of sentient, possibly highly dangerous stars that rivaled their own Sun, that could consume them all in great flames and heat.

They were paranoid, confused, and jaded, and that didn’t make a good combination when faced with beings that they could not understand, beings that they could not help and could kill them without moving.

But Robin didn't know that, so he was still fuming as Green Lantern continued speaking.

"There's no guarantee that Zatanna can help them. And we've only just started the Justice League a few months ago. We don't have many routes to help and we don't know if we can trust them. Or if they're being truthful."

Superman frowned.

"But..." he looked to Batman for help.

Batman was silent, avoiding his gaze.

Robin held back a sigh. Batman seemed allergic to emotions again. If Robin was there, he probably could've backed up Superman.

Adults were so annoying.

Green Lantern huffed. “I’ll ask them, okay? Stop looking at me like that, it feels weird that I’m falling for a grown man’s puppy eyes.”

Superman muttered to himself sullenly, “I wasn’t giving puppy eyes.”

Green Lantern addressed the little galaxy again, their song filling the room before he said, “Excuse me? I have one more question.”

The crackling singing stopped suddenly, and Robin got the feeling that they were annoyed and apprehensive.

“Speak.”

Green Lantern cleared his throat and asked, “Do you need any help? With anything? It’s only right that we help you if you’re helping us.”

More silence. Now it seemed kind of hesitant again.

“Is there anything at all? Anyone we can call?”

One voice in particular suddenly spoke up over the silence.

“… Robin.”

There was silence as Batman stood there, dumbfounded. "Who?"

Robin’s eyes widened. Were the stars talking about him?

Superman flinched.

Batman turned to him with wide eyes and then he whirled towards the door, where Robin had been accidentally leaning too far past the doorway to avoid being seen. He darted back in but it was still too late.

"Robin!" Batman barked. "How did you get on the ship?!"

Robin, realizing how futile it was to hide, poked his head back out. "You left me at home! And then went to space without me!"

Batman groaned. Then he whirled around to glare at Superman. "You knew about this!" He accused, jabbing a finger in his direction.

Superman laughed awkwardly. "Hahahah... uhh... I couldn't sense him?"

Batman put a hand on his cowl and groaned again, in lieu of taking a hand and rubbing it over his face, while Green Lantern gaped.

“Spooky, you’ve had a sidekick this whole time?! Do I even know you?!”

Robin rolled his eyes. He stood up and dusted himself off before walking closer. “I’m not a sidekick! I’m Batman’s partner!”

Batman huffed, but nodded. “Robin is not my sidekick.”

“This is bizarre as f— fudge,” Green Lantern finished lamely, and then pursed his lips together, looking at Robin with narrowed eyes. Robin returned the look. “How’d you even sneak in?”

“I’m not telling you,” Robin said, sticking out his tongue.

“Robin.” Batman glared at him.

Robin rolled his eyes again and crossed his arms. “Wonder Woman helped me.”

Batman rubbed at his eyes. "She and I will be having words after this."

Robin huffed. "Don't be mad at her! I asked her to help me!"

Batman muttered something that had Superman eying him warily.

Robin strode forward and pulled on Batman's cape. "Well, I'm still here. And I say that we help them."

"Kid, you don't understand the situation. They're dangerous. And we don't know anything about them," Green Lantern said, like he was a baby.

"Yes, we do! They're kids and I can help!"

Green Lantern scoffed. "You're what— eight?"

He was actually twelve, but for that, Robin was going to cut this guy’s shins.

Robin took out a wingding, ready to slash this asshole's ankles when he felt Batman lift him up by the armpits and hold him up in the air, forcing him to be still. Of course, he could’ve just left Batman’s hold and probably cut his ankles too, but he decided to be gracious and let Batman hold him.

He did, of course, kick Batman backwards in the chest for daring to put him in air jail, but his armor was too strong so it didn’t do anything.

Robin pouted and glared at Green Lantern with laser-like eyes before he made a slashing motion across his neck with the wingding.

Green Lantern stared at him with horror before he shouted, "Spooky, he just threatened me! Is this normal?! What demon child do you have??"

Superman, who was behind Robin, said, "What? Robin wouldn’t do that! He’s an angel!"

Robin smiled evilly. "Yeah. I'm an angel."

Green Lantern blanched.

Batman huffed a laugh. "You're demon spawn, alright. Stop swinging your birdarang. I gave those to you to fight crime, not other heroes."

"It's a wingding, B!”

He was put down after another moment of having his legs swinging midair, and because he was an absolute angel, he didn't move to cut Green Lantern's kneecaps.

It was apparently visible on his face what he wanted to do because Green Lantern shuddered and moved backwards to hide behind Superman.

Robin sniffed dismissively and then turned to Batman. "Batman, we should help them! They called for me— they need me!”

Batman grew serious again and shook his head. "You don’t know that. They could be dangerous. Robin, you shouldn’t have come here.”

Robin scowled furiously. “Don’t tell me what to do!”

Batman groaned, raising his head to stare at the stars as if they would somehow give him strength.

Robin snorted coldly and ignored Superman’s worried gaze before he strode forward and peered through the window. He shooed Batman away with a hand as he tried to approach him.

“Shoo! I’ll handle this.”

“Robin—“

“You owe me,” Robin said stubbornly. He glared at Batman, who looked even more uncomfortable. “You left me behind. Alone. You owe me! I’m your partner! I shouldn’t have to stay behind just because you told me to!”

Batman grimaced and then awkwardly, he started to say, “Chum—“

Robin interrupted him again. “Stay to the side. I’m Robin, and I’m your equal. They asked for me.” Placatingly, he added, “I’m only going to talk to them.”

Green Lantern was muttering something to Batman in a hushed whisper, but Robin didn’t pay attention to him. He just stared at Batman with furrowed eyebrows and a pout. The two of them stared at each other before Batman nodded slowly. He looked like he was constipated.

“Fine.” His voice sounded particularly tight, as if he was gritting his teeth. “You can only talk to them. And we’re staying here.”

“Fine,” he huffed.

Robin turned back towards the window. Each celestial object spun in place, lighting up with flares and bright bursts of light. The one black hole was still, while the other three spun around and around, as if to encourage him. The planets that circled them continued to do so slowly, waiting.

The singing had not started again.

“Hello. I’m Robin, and I’m here to help you.”

The radio crackled, and then there was a soft, “Hello, Robin.” The call of his name was gentle, a combination of different, reverbed voices with a strange sense of affection and care.

Robin smiled cheerfully. He liked them even more for calling his mother’s nickname for him so gently. “What do you need?”

"You can help us."

“How so? If it’s possible, I’ll do what I can!”

The one voice who spoke up earlier than spoke over the other stars once more.

“Only you can help me, Robin.”

It was said with so much quiet reverence and pleasant softness, that all of them froze. The celestial objects that been moving on their own suddenly stilled again, all in unison with the one black hole.

Robin tilted his head, but a feeling of pride swelled in his chest and he asked, “What do I need to do?”

“Robin!” Batman hissed warningly, but didn’t do anything yet.

“Oh shit,” Green Lantern said, a little too loud.

That one voice continued to speak, as the others quieted, “I’ll be yours. If you can also be mine.”

Robin blinked curiously. “What does that mean?”

“Robin! No!” Batman shouted, but the stars started to whisper loudly, a noisy buzz as they spoke amongst the sound of crackling audio and water. Outside the window, the other stars and planets continued to remain still while the black hole starting to move, humming and thrumming. It flared and glowed with its bright rings pulsing around it.

“You will be my human. And I’ll grow up with you.”

Robin thought of the fact that this star was also a kid, just like him.

The humming grew louder as Batman bristled like a bothered cat.

“So what’s in it for me?” Robin ignored him and grinned, rocking on his heels.

“Robin! Do not!”

It didn’t sound too bad, and something told him that this star of his wouldn’t hurt him. It was like an instinctive understanding, one where Robin knew that this being wouldn’t betray him.

“I’ll protect you. I’ll be your star.”

Robin beamed. With Batman hurriedly striding over to him to pull him backwards, Robin nodded and said sweetly as he put his hand on the glass, “Deal!”

The black hole that hummed outside of the window lit up with a flash and a light flew towards their ship, darting towards Robin like a concentrated sun beam.

Batman gasped, horrified, “Robin!” as he lunged forward to shield him, but the light got to him first, striking him through his outstretched hand and then into his heart. Robin gasped and Batman surged forward, holding onto him tightly.

“Robin! Chum, are you alright?!”

Warmth spread through his body and settled in his bones, safe and hot, like drinking hot chocolate on a cold winter night after a good day of patrol. Robin instinctively pulled off his glove and went, “Wow!” as pale lines appeared on his skin, a four pointed star that split into two between his ring and middle finger on his left hand.

Red, black, and blue bled into his skin until a star appeared when he put his fingers together, a swirl of beautiful colors.

Batman grabbed him and pulled him away from the window.

“Robin! Are you okay? Talk to me!”

“I’m fine, B! Look! Isn’t it cool?” Robin asked excitedly.

“No,” Batman said snappishly. “It is not cool. Are you hurt? Do you feel anything wrong?”

“Nope! Just peachy!” Robin said, wiggling his fingers and watching the colored lines flex. “I’m all good!”

He paused and looked at his mentor, his guardian, his foster father, his Batman. He patted him on the shoulder as Batman knelt before him.

“I’m okay, B, promise.”

The whispering of the stars continued, something sweet and hopeful in their voices as they chattered unintelligibly. The black hole continued to buzz and then all of them were moving in unison again, spinning in peaceful circles as if nothing just happened. The singing also continued, now sounding much happier.

Green Lantern and Superman were staring out the window in horror while Robin continued to look at his new tattoo.

He liked it a lot. It was so beautiful that his heart ached.

Batman stared at him for a long moment. Then he abruptly stood up.

“We’re leaving. Right now,” Batman said. He picked up Robin who startled and then began to whine.

“Nooooo, I said I’m okay! I’m seriously okay! It’s rude to leave without saying goodbye, B!”

Despite how Robin complained, his star only got to murmur a small, “Goodbye, my Robin,” through the radio before Batman swiftly took him out of the command room and into a smaller shuttle.

Robin scowled and kicked Batman in the arm, knowing that even if he escaped, he wouldn’t have anywhere to go in order to escape his overprotective partner. Both Green Lantern and Superman followed, the latter nervously inspecting his hand with his newly formed tattoo.

Robin crossed his arms to not let Superman gawk at his hand any longer before he demanded, “So I can come back here, right?”

“No.”

“Then how am I going to speak to my star?!”

This time, it was Green Lantern and Superman who said loudly, “No!”

Robin cried out furiously, “You all suck!”

Of course, a few weeks later, Robin still snuck in. The space ship that they were on was still located there, now permanently stationed near that little galaxy as Batman overzealously studied the celestial objects that somehow touched him with a magic that no one could recognize.

Thankfully, Robin’s star was still there, just as it normally was.

As Robin crept closer to the window, he pressed his face against the glass and smiled at the sight of his star, a dark and glowing black hole that was now greedily consuming the purple and pink nebulae around it.

“Hello, my star,” he whispered, and his star flared briefly, lighting up with red and gold hues.

Robin beamed.

Yes, it was a good thing that he snuck on that ship that day.

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Yes, Robin is a demon child. Why? No reason, I just think it's funny. Dan and Dick suit each other 🤣

It’s like a ship but also not a ship? Like I don’t think I’ll give the Phantoms human forms (it’s so much more fun if they’re just stars, but maybe in the far, far, far future they can be humans) but at the same time, this is like…. A qpp. In a weird way. Dan is like 14 tho, and now that Dick has agreed to be his “host” (he’s around 12 now), they’ll grow up together. Please tell me if I should make it a ship or not.

Y’know, I almost wanted to not post another celestial object AU at all bc someone was really rude to me about my last post on this idea. DO NOT reblog my posts with passive aggressive and rude remarks about what is canon and what is not. If you look at my page, you’ll see that I focus on Danny Phantom and DPxDC. NOT DCU!! And even then!! I focus only on the Batfamily!!

You are free to correct me (someone did that some time ago and I appreciate it, they were truly and genuinely trying to be helpful and I feel bad bc they deleted their comments.), but do not tell me what is right or wrong with DCU canon 😒 I don’t consume any DCU media other than some cartoon shows and a few comics.

Sorry for the little rant, it infuriated me when I saw that reply. I’m happy with any comments I get, I just despise it when people give me their unsolicited opinions

Anyways, hope you liked this update! I think I might make this a series?

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #dark danny #dan phantom #dan fenton #dick grayson #celestial object au #danielle fenton #dani fenton #dani phantom #danielle phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #dp au #dp crossover

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hearthespring · 18 days ago

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✶ (i) a guide to her;

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🪷 blessed and loved by the name mikayla irisya flocherie; her surroundings have been giving iyiya, yiyie, cherie, kay (+ more, that she cannot mention all here) as a way to remember her presence through their mind and heart ❤︎”

she takes preferences of being addressed by feminine pronouns, and is now currently living the twenties while enjoying life in a wide facade (if all goes well).

she was born in the month of love gatherings. perhaps, that’s the reason why she has always been choosing to love—and be loved. best believe that love is.. e v e r y w h e r e! ˖ ... ⁺ ୨୧

define her as the warmth on a last winter, a gleam at the edge of the blue, the quieten wave, the blooming flower, the growing tree, and the merry sky ☁ ☽

(🀨) “if she was a ... she would be ...”

song: 이지은’s autumn morning / instrument: clair de lune / flower: a primrose / place: the ocean sea / paintings: cliff walk at pourville & water lilies / movie: interstellar and its theories / animals: nyaong! ฅ / colours: musk mist & lavender grey & lace & lilac snow & ancient water & slate gray

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☁︎ truthfully, she is not particularly fond of astrology. yet she managed to discover that her birth date led to the implications that she in fact, a february piscean! — ☽

☁︎ speaking about astrology, seems like the bowl would be incomplete without mentioning mbti. the findings of her tests have consistently come across as either enfj or infj. added to that, she convinced the most recent test-taking furnished her with a description which perceiving as if she was engaged in reading about her capabilities. hence, by that, she concluded herself as an xnfj. (everyone acts surprised.... please....)

✦ beware! (before you follow) you have to know that once you are friends with her, she will appear on your mention tab, as she enjoyed talking to people in her timeline. that means if you get irked by someone who talked a lot, don’t follow her.. please.

💌 ˖ ॱ❤︎ | she always opens for friendship or some help to those who have good intentions only. simply knocking on her direct message to do so! nevertheless, if you are too shy to ask, you can kindly visit her retrospring! here : https://retrospring.net/flaneurscent

✶ (ii) deep into her reverie;

ㅤㅤㅤwhere her love revolves.

lists of where her interests are wheeling around :

the sounds of the seaside.

taking pictures of trees and the sky.

observing and learning about self-improvement.

watching a romance-comedy / fantasy / teen movie.

blabbering and discovering more about the mysteries in outer space and the deepest ocean.

playing with or watching a kitten / bunny / otter videos. doing make-up and skincare.

𝖾xploring other beauty stuff!

et cetera.. ♡

watching a movie / drama / series is also a way for her to learn about new things and comprehend other people’s perspectives.

📺 here are some of the things she had on her watched-list :

✴ — 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾 : interstellar. moonfall. monster (2023). everything everywhere all at once. oppenheimer. 2001: a space odyssey. gravity. barbie. a man called otto. the handmaiden. the martian. enola holmes. the princess diaries. passengers. the devil wears prada. hocus pocus. ad’ astra, legally blonde. clueless. mean girls. soulmate (2023). the parent trap. ghibli movies. me before you. little women. breakfast at tiffany’s. eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. charlie and the chocolate factory. et cetera.

✴ — 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗆-𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌/𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 : gilmore girls. gossip girls. the hunger games. narnia. harry potter. the maze runner. wednesday. anne with an e. the haunted hathaways. sam & cat. victorious. wandavision. resident evil. et cetera.

✴ — drama : hometown cha cha cha. daily dose of sunshine. lovely runner. the glory. a time called you. little women (korean’s version). marry my husband. the king: eternal monarch. 2521. crash landing on you. forecasting love and weather. our beloved summer. anna. it’s okay to not be okay. dream high. pyramid game. et cetera.

aside from those things, she also listens to some kind of music. 📝 ever since she was little, music has been her dearest companion! thus, it is making her appreciate various genres of it.

♥︎ here is a list of some of the singers or composers whose songs and pieces she have been listening to avidly :

✴ — singers : niki zefanya, taylor swift, sunset rollercoaster, wave to earth, the dream academy, sleeping at last, the oh hello, zabawa, keshi, secondhand serenade, bruno major, mitski, laufey, the macarons project, 92914, a rocket to the moon, charlie burg, novo amor, beabadoobee, olivia rodrigo, lee ji-eun, jannabi, the weeknd, mxmtoon, imaginary future, et cetera.

✴ — composers : claude debussy, tchaikovsky, beethoven, chopin, johann pachelbel, mozart, yiruma, thad fiscella, hikaru shirosu, brian crain, manon clément, et cetera.

(+) things she hates or cannot see

heavy blood & gore / any kind of things which leads to the horror things / lgbtq+phobic / gay fetishizer / heterophobic / zionost / animal abuse / manipulators / cheaters / victim mentality person / someone with god & superiority complex / backstabbers.

endearingly yours,

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋, irisya flocherie ♡ 🪷

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tendersprings · 6 months ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ˒ ۟ ⸱ 🀤

✶ (i) a guide to her;

ㅤㅤㅤthe touch of her loves ♡

she takes preferences of being addressed by feminine pronouns, and is now currently living the twenties while enjoying life in a wide facade (if all goes well).

she was born in the month of love gatherings. perhaps, that’s the reason why she has always been choosing to love—and be loved. best believe that love is.. e v e r y w h e r e! ˖ ... ⁺ ୨୧

“she wants to be defined by the things she loves...”

define her as the warmth on a last winter, a gleam at the edge of the blue, the quieten wave, the blooming flower, the growing tree, and the merry sky ☁ ☽

(🀨) “if she was a ... she would be ...”

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ˒ ۟ ⸱ 🀤

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☁︎ truthfully, she is not particularly fond of astrology. yet she managed to discover that her birth date led to the implications that she in fact, a february piscean! — ☽

✶ (ii) deep into her reverie;

ㅤㅤㅤwhere her love revolves.

lists of where her interests are wheeling around :

the sounds of the seaside.

taking pictures of trees and the sky.

observing and learning about self-improvement.

watching a romance-comedy / fantasy / teen movie.

blabbering and discovering more about the mysteries in outer space and the deepest ocean.

playing with or watching a kitten / bunny / otter videos.

doing make-up and skincare.

exploring other beauty stuff!

et cetera.. ♡

watching a movie / drama / series is also a way for her to learn about new things and comprehend other people’s perspectives.

📺 here are some of the things she had on her watched-list :

✴ — movie : interstellar. moonfall. monster (2023). everything everywhere all at once. oppenheimer. 2001: a space odyssey. gravity. barbie. a man called otto. the handmaiden. the martian. enola holmes. the princess diaries. passengers. the devil wears prada. hocus pocus. ad’ astra, legally blonde. clueless. mean girls. soulmate (2023). the parent trap. ghibli movies. me before you. little women. breakfast at tiffany’s. eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. charlie and the chocolate factory. et cetera.

✴ — film-series/series : gilmore girls. gossip girls. the hunger games. narnia. harry potter. the maze runner. wednesday. anne with an e. the haunted hathaways. sam & cat. victorious. wandavision. resident evil. et cetera.

aside from those things, she also listens to some kind of music. 📝 ever since she was little, music has been her dearest companion! thus, it is making her appreciate various genres of it.

🎶 here is a list of some of the singers or composers whose songs and pieces she have been listening to avidly :

✴ — composers : claude debussy, tchaikovsky, beethoven, chopin, johann pachelbel, mozart, yiruma, thad fiscella, hikaru shirosu, brian crain, manon clément, et cetera.

(+) things she hates or cannot see

endearingly yours,

— irisya flocherie ☁︎ ☘

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letterfromheart · 1 year ago

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— ⊹ ✴

lunette irisya,

might as well be known as chalestine blythe whitney / magenta primrose / lacey caroline as the name 🪷🀦

🀤 i perceive myself as the warmth on a last winter, a gleam at the edge of the blue, the quieten wave, the blooming flower, the growing tree, the merry sky! 𖹭 🕊

a brief information about the shades of ocean blue 𖹭

✶ — if i were ...

a song, i would be the ‘autumn morning’ by IU / instrument, clair de lune / place, would be the ocean sea / a movie, interstellar and its theories / animals, mixed bunny and kittie / paintings, cliff walk at pourville & water lilies / flower, a primrose / colours, musk mist & lavender grey & lace & lilac snow & ancient water & slate gray! 🪷

any kind of appellation is allowed to be given to me as long as it pertains to my identity.. ♡ (i, too, generally give some people a nickname if we happen to be friends with each other; i consider it a present to those who are willing to befriend me, it is like my second nature.. ⊹ ִ ໋.ˑ) feminine or they / them / theirs are my go-to pronouns; nevertheless, it is still fine to address me with other kinds besides it, i swing with any pronouns. if you ever wondering about my age, just in case you are a MDNI user, then shoo-shoo your worries away! i have reached the age of consent (20↑).

to be frank, i am not too fond of the astrology thingy... however! i have discovered something, i happen to be february’s piscean — ☽ after several times taking test, i got certified as xnfj! truthfully, i myself think that type of mbti suits me the most. i tend to be organized with almost everything around me, i enjoy myself as a planner, and i am either too loud when my energy gets fully charged— or too quiet when i am running out of it.. there is nothing in between.

“may love reach you like the sound of the waves . . . ♥︎”

my interests are wheeling around the sounds of the seaside, blabbering and discovering more about the mysteries in outer space and the deepest ocean, taking pictures of trees and the sky, observing and learning about self-improvement, watching a romance-comedy, fantasy, or teen movie, playing with or watching a kitten,��bunny, or otter videos, doing make-up and skincare, and exploring other beauty stuff ♡☘︎

aside from those things, i also listen to music and sometimes use it as a way to escape from reality. ever since i was little, music has been my dearest companion! thus, it is making me appreciate various genres. aiming to find some people who have the same interest as mine.. i will make a list of some of the singers or composers whose songs and pieces i have been listening to avidly 🎶

✴ — taylor swift, sunset rollercoaster, wave to earth, the dream academy, sleeping at last, the oh hello, zabawa, secondhand serenade, bruno major, keshi, mitski, the macarons project, a rocket to the moon, charlie burg, niki zefanya, laufey, 92914, beabadoobee, olivia rodrigo, lee ji-eun, novo amor, jannabi, the weeknd, mxmtoon, imaginary future, et cetera.

✴— claude debussy, beethoven, tchaikovsky, chopin, johann pachelbel, mozart, thad fiscella, hikaru shirosu, brian crain, manon clément, yiruma, et cetera.

watching a movie / drama / series is also a way for me to learn about new things and comprehend other people’s perspectives. here, i will also list some of the things i have on my watched-list 📺

✴ movie — interstellar, moonfall, the martian, oppenheimer, 2001: a space odyssey, gravity, barbie, a man called otto, the handmaiden, enola holmes, the princess diaries, passengers, the devil wears prada, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, hocus pocus, ad’ astra, legally blonde, clueless, mean girls, soulmate, the parent trap, charlie and the chocolate factory, ghibli movies, me before you, little women, breakfast at tiffany’s, et cetera.

✴ film-series / series — gilmore girls, gossip girls, the hunger games, narnia, harry potter, the maze runner, wednesday, anne with an e, victorious, the haunted hathaways, sam & cat, wandavision, resident evil, et cetera.

✴ drama — hometown cha cha cha, daily dose of sunshine, the glory, a time called you, little women (korean’s version), the king: eternal monarch, 2521, crash landing on you, forecasting love and weather, our beloved summer, anna, it's okay to not be okay, dream high, pyramid game, et cetera.

🍁 ♡ 𝅄 and there are some things i have not yet written that you might notice when you have been befriending and talking with me !! ☺︎

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shemakesmusic-uk · 4 years ago

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Four years ago, Speedy Ortiz leader Sadie Dupuis released a full-length debut, Slugger, under her solo moniker Sad13. Then, back in June, she announced a sophomore outing called Haunted Painting. The latest preview of Haunted Painting is called 'Oops…!' Here’s what Dupuis had to say about it: "We recorded 'Oops…!' at New Monkey, which was Elliott Smith’s studio. This one has a magic drum sound — thanks entirely to engineer Sarah Tudzin (of Illuminati Hotties notoriety), and Zoë Brecher’s impeccable playing. Just before writing it, on tour with CHVRCHES, a venue employee became physically and verbally violent with one of my Speedy Ortiz bandmates. He directed his fake apology at me instead of the person he harmed, presumably because I am smaller and present feminine. My vengeance complex kicked in and I got a scary adrenaline high making sure this unsafe person was removed from the show. While I’m glad I have protective instincts, I wrote the song to process ways in which I’ve used people’s assumptions about me and my body to wield my own version of toxic masculinity. Kimber-Lee Alston, who directed remotely via Zoom, turned this story and song into an allegory about a 1950s prom queen vampire who lures in her bad boy victims with delicious, blood-filled treats." Musically, 'Oops…!' sits between the poppiest ends of Dupuis’ Sad13 songwriting and the more rock-oriented side of her work with Speedy Ortiz. [via Stereogum]

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Lola Young has unveiled a powerful new video for latest track ‘Woman’. As Lola explains when opening up the video - “what you’re about to see is woman in all their glory, in all their pain, unapologetic in their self-love and unashamed in this moment of vanity”. Taking striking visuals and combining it with Lola’s standout voice - the results are a must-watch. Speaking about the video, Lola explains: “I wanted to make this video because I believe women are all undeniably strong, sexy, free, brave, vulnerable, raw and powerful and that we do not have to hide away. We do not have to remain unseen, our bodies should never be sexualised or a taboo conversation, or only seen through the male gaze. We have the ability to normalise our bodies being on show, and accept them for their differences, as It’s important to remember those differences are currently often shamed. I pushed for the women in the video being fully nude and the energy on set because of that was insane. I have never felt more empowered in my life. Nipples, bums, rolls, stretch marks, cellulite, all of these things are beautiful along with the ‘perfect’ body. This is my personal experience of being a woman, hopefully other women will have their own take on what it means to them”. [via Dork]

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'Rivers' is the new single by the musical project of Alexandra Duparc — SKANDRA. This song is a story we have each possibly lived inside. But it’s not one you easily wish to remember. It is a toxic setting wherein who you love is eating away at you and you’re not able to break away. The very muse you draw so much from is the same one that hurts you even while you sleep. 'Rivers' takes you on a journey through the looking-glass both in sentiment and aurally. With synthetic pops, energetic picks, and rhythmic beats, the song will peacefully make your ears and mind, alike, buzz with nostalgia, and fills them with hope for a better future.

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Taking a leap from the Broadway stage to the recording studio is singer-songwriter Sophia Anne Caruso with her debut tune 'Toys'. Teaming up with Empire The Sun’s Nick Littlemore, Sophia’s sweet angelic vocals guide us through this sombre piano melody as she confesses her innermost thoughts and feelings. With raw emotion and a captivating presence, Sophia wanders through ruins of a castle and forest for a stirring cinematic video. The poetic song follows up from the actor’s performance in the Tony-nominated Broadway production of the cult classic Beetlejuice, where she stared as the gothic teenage physic medium Lydia. While she may have conquered the stage with her incandescent performances, the singer is ready to take on the next challenge and we’re excited to see where the next chapter will take her. [via Wonderland]

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Tāmaki Makaurau’s Valkyrie are back with a brand new track ‘Good Thing’, their most infectious bop of a track yet (really – try not to dance to this, we dare you), accompanied by a vivacious and decadently alluring video directed by Shae Sterling. The track is written about the sexiness of Jimi Hendrix and Mick Jagger, and is overflowing with good vibes and energy. Speaking of the idea behind ‘Good Thing’, Valkyrie’s front woman Omer Gilroy says, "Imagine being stuck in isolated nature for a week, surrounded by the Beatles, the Stones and Jimi Hendrix... No cell service, just vinyls of the classics and friends. We had a good thing going and what you hear in the song is how we felt while writing it."

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Two weeks after Kylie Minogue released her new song 'Say Something,' the singer has paired the single with a sparkling video directed by Sophie Muller. Keeping with the Disco theme of her new album and song’s lyrics, the visual finds Minogue and her dancers grooving to 'Say Something' in front of an interstellar backdrop, with the pop singer sometimes delivering the track from atop a horse statue. “We’re a million miles apart/In a thousand ways,” Minogue sings on the upbeat, introspective track. “Baby you can light up the dark/Like a solar-scape.” [via Rolling Stone]

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Los Angeles' DeathbyRomy makes dark, gothic pop with a theatrical edge; the 20-year-old's debut album, 2018's Monsters, is filled with brooding electronic beats as she waxes poetic about her many failed loves, complete with features from Lil B, Yung Bans, and Cuban Doll. DeathbyRomy's most recent single, 'Fiending For A Lover,' though, shows the young artist making a pivot into brighter, more straightforward pop with its upbeat, maximalist production and an intro that feels like a nod to the TikTok famous 'Lalala.' NYLON premiered the song's video, a quarantine-filmed visual that includes a Mean Girls-esque burn book, and the singer dressed to the nines in Harajuku fashion. Lounging in the maximalist pink interiors of her room, the young artist fantasizes about wanting to be tied down again, even if it ends up kind of toxic: "Something in the way you hurt me/ I love it though it's quite unnerving." "This song was inspired by feeling locked up during this quarantine," Romy writes of the song in an email. "An overall sense of lingering mania and being the hopeless romantic I am; I’ve been fantasizing more than ever about my imaginary boyfriend. There may also have been a crush or two who inspired the song….(sneaky smile)." [via NYLON]

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Rising South London singer Greentea Peng has unveiled the brand new visuals for her latest track ‘Hu Man’. Shot by Felix Brady, Greentea Peng says of the new song, “YOU man, me man, WE MAN. Hu Man is an exploration of self and our attachment to identity, especially in this modern age. Hu Man is a war cry from the battlefield of mind, calling to the divine Mother to take this ego, take this head, to remove all these words and man made constructs and take me, take us, back to centre. Back to oneness, forward to unity. In Lak’ech Ala K’in, I am you you are me, is a Mayan saying I encountered during a Ceremony in Mexico and it’s stayed with me always. I find it very fitting for the times we find ourselves in, such shifting paradigms. Hu Man is an offering of peace and healing to the collective in these intense times, and I pray it takes people inside themselves if for only just a moment.” [via DIY]

#videos of the week #sad13 #lola young #skandra #sophie anne caruso #valkyrie #kylie minogue #deathbyromy #greentea peng

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oxiegoeimi · 2 years ago

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. 🎨 INTERSTELLAR WANDERER 🧑🏻‍🎨 #aronvisuals Dancing in the darkness as twilight passes by, I can’t stop swaying with the pain. Nerves short-circuiting and eyes failing from staring too intently at the stars, I just wish I didn’t hurt so many to get my way. Not to the extent that I’ll backtrack and apologize, but each memory haunts me subconsciously. Tripping over my untied shoes, I fell into the fire pit and got burnt. Knowing what it feels like to win, I grew tired of watching them cheer. The pedestal was lonely. I discovered how empty completing a long-term goal can be the next day. Because I grew up in the most pristine of ages, there really wasn’t much that I had to earn the hard way. With shelter, safety, and society; all surviving required was receiving help. Not any more talented than the next fool, I was painted slowly by the love of people who couldn’t stand to watch someone die. The lows still hit harder than I can bear. The highs fade like the fog after sunrise. My legacy is a joke to be honest. Invisible hands and gravity to hold me, I would rather not share the depths of depravity I willingly chased. Making eternity my enemy, I was hellbent on proving that I was a mistake. Only against my strength and stubbornness, life kept pumping air into these lungs as kindness forced me to listen. Be it difficult to admit, there’s so much beauty consuming me. Trying to hide from it? Of course . . . Cutting against my excuses and delusions, community is forcing me to realize that this experience has always been perfect. I just needed to let go of control. Damn. - oxiegoeimi whisperer 11.1 🦁🏳🔐💙 remember to always #trust #nature 🌲 #Healer 🔥 #Spirit 🕊 #hope ⚜️ #grace ☔️ #love 🌸 #life 🌊 #unity 🌈 #believe 💝 #weareone ✂️🕚🎶 #energy #PinkySwear #prayer #meditation #freelove #hereandhereafter #dream #vision #Eternity #paradise #infinity #light #origin #writing #source journey #create #coexist #together 💜🌠🌅🌟 (at Hope) https://www.instagram.com/p/CglwFqOOYTv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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goldenchildkatsuki · 7 years ago

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goldenchildkatsuki writes: a masterpost

Here’s a list of the fics (+AO3links) I’ve written (+ posted in chronological order):

important: now that I have beta readers I’ll soon start editing all my older fics to make sure they have correct grammar, no typos and are easier to read. (21/01/2018)

KACCHAKO

“It’s about having fun”

Summary:

Bakugou couldn’t wait for Open Academy week. He was always striving to learn as much as possible to stay ahead of everyone. What perfect way to do so to go to nearly every lecture, workshop and training possible. Although it would definitely be an exhausting week, he would be an absolute idiot not to atleast try. The workshop he looked most forward to was the streetfights and public harassment training the hero Gunhead gave at the end of the week.

Word count: 4.572

“It’s about having fun: the second chapter”

Summary:

“I didn’t poison you, you just like me.”

Those words kept haunting Bakugou ever since he heard them. He gushed about ridiculous things to Uraraka thinking she was asleep and she actually heard all of it. Ever since then Bakugou had been trying his hardest not to get in contact with her, even though Uraraka has been trying her hardest to make him talk to her. Bakugou had gotten pretty good at avoiding her at all costs and was even sure she eventually got the hint but Uraraka had no intention of backing down that easily.

Word count: 4.291

“Banjirou’s bubbeltastic bubble tea”

Summary:

Bakugou and Uraraka have been together for quite some time now and have made into a habit to hang out together in each others rooms during the weekend. But just hanging out in each others rooms, watching movies, playing video games and doing homework can get boring sometimes. So they decide to go for an impromptu visit at one of their parents homes. Whilst going down there they discover a cute little cafe that happens to sells Uraraka’s favourite beverage: bubble tea.

Word count: 2.392

“The usual?”

Summary:

Bakugou has been working in his aunts bubbletea shop for some time now. How embaraasing it might be it was the only place that would hire him. Other peple that interviewed him would often describe him as “too angry” or “rough looking” and would say “aren’t you more suited to help out at the local gym?”. So his aunt hired him with pity, but so what? He needed the money. Besides, there’s this cute girl that keeps coming in every other day and she’s not bad to look at at all.

Word count: 2.695

From JJ’s song inspiration project: “cherry”

Summary:

I’ve started a new project everyone! I’ve decided to write fics based on my current favortite songs. Music has always inspired me a lot when writing and has cured so many writer blocks. I feel like my writing is just a little bit better when I have a specific song or lyric in mind. Well, now let’s see how this goes.

Cherry by Lana del Rey

Love, I said real love is like feelin’ no fear

When you’re standin’ in the face of danger

Cause you just want it so much

A touch from your real love

Is like heaven takin’ the place of somethin’ evil

And lettin’ it burn off from the rush, yeah, yeah

(Fuck!)

Word count: 3.026

From JJ’s song inspiration project: “like a star”

Summary:

Like A Star by Lil Yachty

used to wanna go far

Now a n*gga up in the galaxy

Tryna figure out why these n*ggas mad at me

Sending shots while I’m livin’ so lovely, like a star

Word count: 4.133

“getting a dog”

Summary:

request by anon:

prompt:

kacchako being a domestic and cute, good couple, and theyve decided to get a dog so now they get to go through the hell that is going to the pound and having to choose one (1) dog out of the lot and ochako getting emotional every time she looks at any of them

Word count: 2.006

“Dancing Gods”

Summary:

Uraraka and Bakugou finally have time to hang out together after an exhausting week of training and studying. At the end of the week they decide to unwind in Uraraka’s room. When Uraraka asks if she can sleep over at Bakugou’s room that night, he declines. Instead of giving her a straight up answer he gives dull and vague answers. What’s up with him?

Word count: 3.361

Silver Brass Bastard (multichapter fic)

Summary: "Let's make something beautiful today." She often said before picking up her trumpet. Uraraka Ochako spends most of her time outside of Univeristy playing songs for her boyfriend Bakugou Katsuki. She usually practiced playing her favorite songs for him on the balcony attached to her room, looking out over the park that was behind the girls dorm. Bakugou, a hardworking student who majored in Architecture and attended the same Uni, wasn't that keen on melodies and rhythms. He didn't mind listening to Uraraka though. He actually cared a lot about the music she made. It was feel-good and somewhat inspiring. So inspiring, it made Bakugou itch, itch to bring back an old hobby of his.

Word count: 3.969

“don’t shoot”

Summary: A fic inspired by the two word conversation starter prompt: "dont shoot"

Word count: 4.599

“Masks and Knives”

Summary: ‘Gynic’. The name of the organization consisting of females seek revenge on men that have done their fellow sisters wrong. Uraraka Ochako had been kindly taken into the organization by the head of Gynic, Yaoyoruzou Momo, after being seen fighting off three large thugs in an alley after a night out. She placed her in a team consisting of four other girls and made her train alongside them, growing into skillful assassin who could take out a man with ease.

After receiving an anonymous tip about a wealthy business man, Himura Tatsuo, trafficking and selling girls to other international business men, Ochako got assigned to take him out. The assassination would be held at one of his extravagant parties. Himura, as expected went all out and decided to host a Masquerade. Could Ochako blend in with the crowd and take out her target? Or will she get held up by a certain someone that would make the night a night to remember?

Word count: 10.862

“Blood stained ribbon”

Summary: "Bakugo feeling left out because he didn't get any chocolates. But Uraraka notices and is the only one to give him one. Girls get roses, but she gets a huge boquet from anonymous that evening."

a drabble requested by @jinaxisotaku (on Tumblr)

Word count: 1.992

“Minimal effort”

Summary: Valentine's Kacchako where they do the opposite of everything traditional. Wing at a sports bar instead of fancy uptight dinner, Monster truck rally instead of romantic movie, etc.a drabble requested by anonymous

Word count: 3.305

“Burned Out Sun” (Kacchako Week 2018 Day 0)

Summary: First part of a two part monologue post-Sports Festival battle.

Word count: 366

“Teeth” (Kacchako Week 2018 Day 1)

Summary:

"I remember your smell when I touched you

How you used to talk to me

It all hurts so much now"

Meaning: xxxtentacion is singing this song about his breakup with his girlfriend, and what he is feeling about relationships.

Word count: 4.642

“Mirror Image” (Kacchako Week 2018 Day 2)

Summary: Second part of a two part monologue post-Sports Festival battle.

Word count: 343

“Interstellar” (Kacchako Week 2018 Day 3)

Summary: Uraraka takes her telescope to the roof of the dorm and plans on stargazing but she gets interrupted by a restless Bakugou.

Word count: 3.260

“Chelsea” (Kacchako Week 2018 Day 4)

Summary: Bakugou and Uraraka are dogsitting for Uraraka's aunt.

Word count: 4.292

“Train Station Tunes” (Kacchako Week 2018 Day 5)

Summary: A talented but mysterious pianist manages to peak Uraraka's interest by luring her in with his rhythm and melodies.

Word count: 2.897

“Under the white collar’

Summary: Bakugou and Uraraka have been invited to have lunch with Bakugou's dad, his boss and his kid. Uraraka was not very fond of Bakugou's clothing choice.

Word count: 2.424

“Mariposas”

Summary: An awkward encounter during an evacuation between a girl in childish PJ's and and a boy in black boxers.

Word count: 3.067

“You push & you pull”

Summary: Uraraka, studies Pedagogy at Univeristy. For a big research report for one of her classes she decided to start an all girls soccer team. She managed to start up a team with 14 enthaustiastic and active young girls that love nothing more than to run around the field with her and learn from her. Uraraka had been really enjoying spending time and learning from the girls until an asshole with a tracksuit from her Uni arrived to the club, with a new all boys team, picking a fight with her by taking in her pitch.

Word count: 4.700

“Set the date”

Summary: Uraraka had become set on meeting and defeating Bakugou in the finals of the second Sports Festival and has been serious about working out and training ever since. Bakugou has noticed her sudden drive and improvement and it piqued his interest, causing him to ask her to be his training partner. Now they have been training and preparing together for the Sports Festival for some time and have grown closer to each other in the mean time.

Word count: 4.382

“I-I-I”

Summary: Bakugou hopelessly tries to confess to Uraraka multiples times.

Word count: 3.150

“Red bike, purple Bellflower”

Summary: Bakugou and Uraraka go for a somewhat sponteanous roadtrip in the summer.

Word count: 8.080

TODODEKU

“haunt // bed”

Summary: a tododeku one shot inspired by the song haunt // bed by The 1975

Word count: 1.578

My ask is still open for requests and feedback. Don’t feel bad for dropping a message, I’m currently really enjoying this!

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lizzybeth1986 · 7 years ago

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Music Ask - Queen Edition

@callmetippytumbles tagged me on this, stating that she was sure there would be a Queen song for every question on this ask. Well Ima prove her right! 😂

So since they’re all going to be Queen (unless otherwise specified), I’m going to replace band name with album name instead.

1: A song you like with a color in the title:

🎶 White Man🎶 from A Day At The Races

“What is left of your dream?

Just the words on your stone

A man who learned how to teach

Then forgot how to learn"

Part of me loves this song, but part of me is also is uneasy about it. The song is supposed to be from the PoV of an unspecified Native American tribe, speaking of how colonization has destroyed everything they have stood and lived for - but it’s written by a British white man, Brian May - and we have no idea whether he consulted a Native American for this or not. If he hadn’t, or hadn’t gotten consent, it would be him speaking in the voice of the oppressed while still holding the privilege of being White…and that’s a little disturbing. I love the song, and Brian May is my favourite Queen member, but I can’t ignore that this song has problems.

2: A song you like with a number in the title

🎶'39🎶 from A Night At The Opera

For the earth is old and grey, little darling we’ll away

But my love this cannot be

For so many years have gone though I’m older but a year

Your mother’s eyes from your eyes cry to me.

Besides being an ace guitarist, Brian May is also an Astrophysicist with a Doctorate!! xD And this song really shows us his background in that area: it’s fashioned in the song tradition of a sea shanty, but is about outer space and time relativity. I called this "the plot of Interstellar, 39 years before Interstellar”.

3: A song that reminds you of summertime:

🎶Seaside Rendezvous🎶 from A Night At The Opera

One of Queen’s few vaudeville tracks xD

4: A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about:

Thankfully I got into Queen loooong after I broke up with my ex. BUT “More than Words” by Extreme and Aerosmith’s “I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing” hit very particular sore spots coz he dedicated them to me AFTER dedicating them to a girl he always had a thing for (long story gah).

5: A song that needs to be played LOUD:

🎶March of the Black Queen🎶 from Queen II

6: A song that makes want to dance:

🎶Don’t Stop Me Now🎶 from The Game

This one was the very first Queen song I actually listened to, and every time I hear it I wind up doing Hana’s happy dance in my seat 😂

7: A song to drive to:

HAHA there are two! One by Roger Taylor and the other from Brian’s first solo album:

🎶I’m In Love With My Car🎶 from A Night At The Opera

This is a song by Roger Taylor, and it’s not really his best (he’s capable of far superior tracks: Tenement Funster, Radio Gaga, These Are The Days of Our Lives, Small), but it garnered a lot of money and royalties by virtue of being the B-Side of Bohemian Rhapsody.

🎶Driven by You🎶 from Back to the Light

This song ended up being used as a theme for commercials for Ford cars in the early nineties, as I recall.

8: A song about drugs or alcohol:

Drugs: 🎶Don’t Stop Me Now🎶 from The Game

I mean, just listen to some of the lyrics! “Floating around in ecstasy”? “Tiger leaping through the sky defying the laws of gravity”? “Travelling at the speed of light”? I personally think the songs about a whole lot more, but you can’t deny the narrator sounds very trippy lol.

Alcohol: 🎶Killer Queen🎶 from Sheer Heart Attack

She keeps Moet et Chandon in a pretty cabinet

Let them eat cake, she says, just like Marie Antoinette…

Not about alcohol really, but it does mention it.

9: A song that makes you happy:

🎶You’re My Best Friend🎶 from A Night At The Opera

So John Deacon wrote this lovely sweet song for his wife, and it’s got the most adorable lyrics ever.

Ooh I’ve been wandering round

But I still come back to you

In rain or shine

You’ve stood by me girl

I’m happy at home

You’re my best friend

10: A song that makes you sad:

🎶Mother Love🎶 from Made in Heaven.

This is spoken of as being the last song Freddie ever recorded before he died, and his vocals are OFF-THE-ROOF powerful here. Two verses are sung by Freddie, and the last is sung by Brian May, who co-wrote the song (because Freddie felt too worn and weak and tired to continue recording, and told Brian he would return and do the rest. He never did). To hear Brian complete the song because Freddie has gone…is quite heartbreaking, actually. I’d definitely recommend everyone listen to this gem.

11: A song that you never get tired of:

🎶Teo Torriatte🎶 from A Day at the Races.

What I love about Queen is how appreciative they are of their overseas fans, esp those who loved them at the very start of their career. Way before Bohemian Rhapsody placed Queen on the map, they had a very devoted fanbase in Japan, and I believe this song was written specially for them. It also appeals to me as a super mushy romantic xD

12: A song from your preteen years:

EVERYTHING PRECEEDS MY PRETEEN YEARS. Okay but definitely this one we heard a lot:

🎶We are the Champions🎶 from News of the World

13: One of your favorite 80’s songs:

🎶Who Wants To Live Forever🎶 from A Kind of Magic

Another Brian May gem. I tend to associate this a lot with my Liam MC, Esther - esp for most of Book 2. It’s a beautiful track and was used as part of the Highlander movie OST.

14: A song that you would love played at your wedding:

We never had wedding dances at our weddings, and Queen is usually not wedding material haha but here’s some songs that would go well!

🎶You’re My Best Friend🎶 from A Night At The Opera

🎶Teo Torriatte🎶 from A Day At The Races

🎶Bijou🎶 from Innuendo

Bijou is very interesting because it was structured as an “inside-out” version of the usual song - there would be instrumental (guitar, in this case) where lyrics would be and lyrics where you would typically find a guitar solo. Haunting.

15: A song that is a cover by another artist:

🎶Goin’ Back🎶 by Larry Lurex

This was the first ever recording we have of Freddie Mercury, under the name of Larry Lurex. The original was written by Carole King and Gerry Goffin. A sampling of it is used at the very end of Mother Love, as a way of rewinding to the beginning…a symbolic goodbye to Freddie by going back to the first words that sparked his career.

Damn. I’m emotional now. 😭😭

16: One of your favorite classic songs:

Most people would go for 🎶Bohemian Rhapsody🎶 - and for good reason - but I think 🎶Prophet’s Song🎶 from the same album is equally deserving of this. It’s beautiful, has a lot of echoes that make it surreal and ethereal to me, and very power-packed vocals and lyrics.

17: A song that you’d sing a duet to on karaoke:

🎶Love of My Life🎶 from A Night At The Opera.

The fun thing about any Queen concert is that the audience has always been as much participant as spectator. LoML is one of the few ballads that the band used to interact with the audience, who were always ready to sing along. Freddie started this tradition in his live concerts, and Brian carried it on when he and Roger went back to touring as Queen +. To this day, you will always find a Queen audience being as involved in this song as the people on stage. It’s beautiful to watch. No Queen concert is complete without the audience crooning this ballad.

18: A song from the year that you were born:

🎶A Kind of Magic🎶 from the album of the same name (released 1986)

19: A song that makes you think about life:

🎶A Winter’s Tale🎶 from Made in Heaven

This happens to be one of Freddie’s last written compositions, and it’s unbelievably beautiful and dreamy. He had very few months left to live when he wrote this gem of a song, and there’s so much joy and hope and tranquility in it, and the moment you listen you will inevitably feel a sense of peace washing over you. I can imagine sitting by a lake alone in Switzerland, looking out at the sky and the snow, just listening to the song and basking in all it has to offer.

🎶Miracle🎶 from The Miracle

This is also a very hope-filled song, composed by Freddie shortly after he was diagnosed and told he had very little time left. It’s a very idealistic view of the world, but yeah I really like this one too. Just not as much as I like A Winter’s Tale. 😂

20: A song that has many meanings to you:

🎶White Queen (As It Began)🎶 from Queen II

On one level it’s about a girl who cannot see and the boy who loves her. On another I feel like it can also be about the sadness of unrequited love in general, and of an almost-relationship.

21: A favorite song with a person’s name in the title:

🎶Delilah🎶 from Innuendo

This song was about Freddie’s cat. It’s fun xD

22: A song that moves you forward:

🎶Death On Two Legs🎶 from A Night At the Opera

I can be a spectacularly petty bitch sometimes, and this number can be so vicious it satisfies those vengeful, bitchy parts of me lol. A lot of the lines in this song are particularly cutting, and it should be because it was written for someone who was fleecing the band dry in their early days.

23: A song that you think everybody should listen to:

🎶Track 13/Untitled🎶 from Made in Heaven.

Most people might be put off by this track because it’s 22:33 whopping minutes long, and it’s an endless loop of sounds but OMG is it trippy. Mostly a lot of synthetic, loops, Freddie saying words, and this overall ethereal, otherworldly vibe. Most Queen fans interpret this piece as a depiction of Freddie’s journey to heaven, and call it “Ascension”. Kind of like a requiem, a fitting goodbye to Freddie. I can see why. I mean I can always lie down, close my eyes and immerse myself in the tranquility of this track. All 22.33 minutes of it. It’s a strange recommendation, but in my mind a fitting one.

24: A song by a band/group you wish were still together:

🎶The Show Must Go On🎶 from Innuendo.

Queen aren’t together because their frontman passed away, not entirely out of choice 😟 (okay and John Deacon didn’t want to be involved anymore later on). This was written and composed by Brian May, but Freddie really makes this song his own in the singing. The way he hits some of those notes - at that stage in his life - is spine tingling.

25: A song by an artist no longer living:

🎶Lily of the Valley🎶, written by Freddie Mercury from Sheer Heart Attack.

#not choices #music ask #queen #i told you i'd do it tippy #all of these songs are amazing

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shirlleycoyle · 4 years ago

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The Cosmologist Working to Preserve the Night Sky for the Future

As 2020 draws to a close, Dr. Aparna Venkatesan is struck by how her personal experience of grief—set against a year of collective mourning—has changed something fundamental in her life: the way she looks at the Moon.

Venkatesan, a cosmologist at the University of San Francisco, lost her father in March; a man she described as “my lifelong best friend” and “one of my greatest allies” in a call.

“I think all girls should have a dad like that,” she said.

With international borders locked down in response to the pandemic, Venkatesan was not able to mourn her father alongside his community in India, where she grew up bouncing from city to city as the only child of enterprising parents. But though the wound is deep, she has found solace in the lunar cycle, which she calls her “grief calendar.”

“My father passed at New Moon,” she said. “As somebody who is a pretty rational scientist, the Moon cycles have become enormously important this year for me. Every time there's a New Moon, it’s like: ‘I'm eight lunar cycles past when I lost this beloved friend; I'm nine lunar cycles past.’ It's become huge.”

“The Hindu death rites happen monthly in the first year after they pass away—it's a lunar calendar,” she added. “In a way, that's brought me back to my culture.”

For Venkatesan, the human relationship to the Moon—and to the night sky as a whole—is enriched by the cross-cultural diversity of perspectives on the meaning and value of the expanse beyond Earth. Though she is an expert in the otherworldly phenomena of the early universe, an era that is distant in time and space, Venkatesan also wants to protect our collective bond with the skies close to home.

To the dismay of many astronomers and skywatchers worldwide, the deployment of satellites in mega-constellations, such as SpaceX’s Starlink, creates bright scars across the night sky due to the sunlit glare of the spacecraft. In addition to this light pollution in orbit, the Moon is getting more visitors: NASA hopes to land humans there this decade as part of its Artemis program; China has placed three missions on the lunar surface since 2013, and India and Israel recently attempted Moon landings that ended in crashes.

“By 2025, near-Earth space, the night skies, and the Moon will be permanently altered in my opinion,” Venkatesan said.

This is profoundly troubling to her not only from a scientific point of view, but because she is an ardent defender of marginalized communities, especially Indigenous peoples, whose astronomical traditions are at risk from busier skies. In an article published in Nature Astronomy last month, Venkatesan and her colleagues propose that we need “a radical shift” towards “the view of space as an ancestral global commons that contains the heritage and future of humanity’s scientific and cultural practices.”

For Venkatesan, the idea of space as an ancestral realm has a special relevance this year, as she looks at the New Moon in a new way. But it is also a natural progression of her fascination with, and respect for, the codes and secrets of the universe, which was sparked in childhood.

“I always loved math, as the universal language,” she said. “I also really loved the night skies, despite growing up in extremely congested, polluted, major cities in the tropics.”

As a teenager, Venkatesan applied to Cornell University to pursue her budding love of space, and remembers the suspense as she waited for the response (her acceptance letter was eventually delivered by telegram). The adjustment to life in small-town New York had some initial rough patches—Venkatesan missed her parents, and wished she’d listened more to her mother’s cooking tips—but she cherished the overall experience and her family’s pride when she became the first woman to receive an undergraduate degree in astronomy at the university.

“When my father came to my graduation at Cornell, he cried,” Venkatesan recalled. “He was like: ‘Look, I could spend years in these libraries.’ He loved Cornell's libraries. I had very encouraging parents and I really commend them, given what a conservative society we are.”

Under the guidance of her advisor Steve Squyres, a prolific planetary scientist, Venkatesan spent much of that first degree combing through observations of Venus taken by NASA’s Magellan orbiter, which studied the planet from 1989 to 1994. The work was thrilling, as sometimes she would be the first human ever to behold a part of Venus as new data flowed in on her overnight shifts.

When she arrived at the University of Chicago as a graduate student, she shifted gears to focus on big cosmological questions: When were the first stars born? What is dark matter? What is the precise source of all the elements?

“I was eager to work in cosmology because I had gone to Cornell to do that, but ended up, you know, working on literally the nearest planet,” Venkatesan said. “It was time to go back to the other end of the universe.”

With the help of dedicated mentors like astronomer Jim Truran, who she said taught her an “integrative approach” to cosmology, she learned to appreciate the whole spectrum of evidence about our cosmic origins, from the light of long-dead stars to the elements that make up our bodies.

“There are some lovely puzzles in lithium, calcium, carbon, and titanium that we don't understand, when we look at the element abundances in the oldest stars in our galaxy, or even just in galaxies,” Venkatesan said.

“Look, I'm never going to get tired of looking at ancient light,” she continued. “It is a visceral thrill to say: ‘Oh, my God, when light left this galaxy, cyanobacteria hadn't even begun on Earth or the oceans, or maybe the Earth wasn't even around.’ I'm never gonna get tired of that. But the elements are here, in a very real way. We are the evidence.”

After earning her PhD in Chicago, Venkatesan served as a research associate at the University of Colorado, Boulder, for a few years, before becoming the first female professor of physics at the University of San Francisco. Since 2012, she has also participated in the Arecibo Legacy Fast ALFA (ALFALFA) collaboration, which involved accompanying students to study at Puerto Rico’s Arecibo Observatory.

Venkatesan under Arecibo’s dish. Image: Aparna Venkatesan

Like so many people who loved Arecibo, Venkatesan was heartbroken when it collapsed earlier this month after multiple cable malfunctions. She has countless fond memories of the iconic observatory: celebrating the 21st birthday of a student during an observation shift, listening to nocturnal frog calls in the dense misty foliage under the dish, or watching the Southern Cross constellation illuminate the Caribbean skies in the crepuscular hours before dawn.

“The science of working there is just unparalleled and I loved the people of Puerto Rico, both the observatory staff and the people beyond the observatory,” Venkatesan said. “I also really loved the scientists who live there year round. I mean, these people were on-the-ground geniuses: they could listen to the hum of the telescope and tell you which panel or receiver was off.”

“All observatories have this magical mystical side to them—you can't help but feel it, being out under this glowing sky, taking data—but Arecibo had it more than most,” she added.

For Venkatesan, Arecibo is one of many beloved elders that we lost this year. As a busy mother of two teenagers, she is juggling new school and work challenges like so many during the pandemic, but she has managed to find moments to work through the grief by remembering loved ones lost, and cherishing those who remain.

During our call, she talks about many of her mentors and inspirations over the years, heaping praise and gratitude on these bright stars in a dark night. The list includes her parents, her professors, the Moon, Arecibo, and the redwood forests of California.

But an elder that sticks out in particular, at the nadir of 2020, is blues musician Blind Willie Johnson, who suffered racism, poverty, and illness until his death in 1945. Venkatesan has an eclectic musical taste and a passion for singing across genres, but she is particularly keen on Johnson, whose haunting voice reverberates with the transcendent sorrow that shaped his life.

As she often tells her students, Johnson’s song “Dark Was the Night” is on the Voyager Golden Record, a repository of sounds and images from Earth carried by NASA’s twin Voyager probes, which have passed into interstellar space. On this Monday, the winter solstice and the darkest day of a harrowing year, the song has special resonance.

“The blues is so beautiful,” Venkatesan said, “it's actually left the solar system.”

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pragueyeah · 4 years ago

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“Welcome to the Party at the End of the World!!!

Hey, mate. You made it!

We're all so pleased to see you.

Everyone's here and there are cold beers in the fridge and there's good music playing and someone strung up an old disco ball and it looks kinda gaudy but the light that it bounces off the walls makes everyone look really beautiful. You sit down and exhale. Is it all over? Not quite. But, it will be soon. The buzz of conversation and the music fills the room. For a brief moment, you forget about everything that's happened to you. The light of the disco ball glances through the haze of cigarette smoke and it looks like everyone is moving in slow-motion. It's like they're angels dancing in front of the full moon. Thousands of miles above you, the stars twinkle and glimmer in deep space. They give light to the darkness. They're still there and they're still shining. And you're still here and you're still shining.

What a beautiful album.

I'm going to begin this review by stating what everyone else has already said: this album came at the perfect time. It's been a horrible year. The worst thing about this year has been the silence. The radio static that filled our ears as we stayed inside for another month and then another month and then another month. The words that Orono Noguchi recites at the beginning of this album feel way too close to home.

"It's hard really, being you know, like so far apart and all this distance and the silence, you know?"

And in this horrible year, we listened to a lot of music that was sad and depressing. From my side, I rediscovered the overwhelming existential terrors of Giles Corey and F♯A♯∞ and I wish that I could wipe the memories of listening to these albums, which are so tainted now. In the face of existential horror, it is too easy to retreat into the doom and wallow in despair. The precipice of the cliff seems to be the only option if you stare at for long enough.

But what can we do? Isn't doom and despair the only option? Is there a horizon beyond the towering grey clouds of isolation and depression? Is there a brighter tomorrow where a big, beautiful sun shines and we get our lives back?

Robbie Chater and Tony Di Blasi think that there is. They've spent their entire careers trying to show us.

We need a little bit of optimism. We need someone to hold our hand and give it a squeeze. But there's so, so much more to this album than that. Because this isn't just a bookmark at the end of a dreadful year. When the hellscape of 2020 is just a distant memory, this album will still be there and it will still be beautiful. This is a record to pay tribute to all the angels out there. This is a love song to all our friends. This is a tribute to all those moments where things turned out to be okay. This is a reminder that there's a life beyond the horizon.

Since I Left You was an album about youth and so the optimism that was found in those songs was buoyant, exuberant, and somewhat naïve. Wildflower was an album that was haunted by the echoes of its predecessor. In Wildflower, the energies of one's teenage life are being constantly relived and revisited through the prism of nostalgia. By contrast, We Will Always Love You is a mature, ponderous album. After two decades, Robbie and Tony admit that they are getting old. A lot of the energy that propelled Since I Left You has dissipated into the cosmos, and instead, We Will Always Love You unravels with a kind of patience that seems almost antithetical to the bouncy exuberance of Since I Left You. Indeed, the most beautiful thing about We Will Always Love You is that it is an album scarred with pain and hardship. It wears its age on its sleeve. And that is exactly what makes its message so powerful. Robbie and Tony say to us: after all these years, there's hope. There's happiness out there. Since I Left You was a fantastic spasm of youthful naïvety. Wildflower was an LSD-induced closed-eye hallucination and so it always seemed escapist and unreal. But We Will Always Love You is simultaneously the most grounded and the most otherworldly album of The Avalanches' discography. It is grounded because it acknowledges the pains and sadnesses of real life in a way that the previous two albums didn't. But it uses the shared melancholia of our lives as a springboard to explore transcendental, unifying human truths. I do not think that We Will Always Love You is escapist because it doesn't seek to escape but it does seek to overcome. There is no cowardice here. No retreat.

There's bravery when The Avalanches acknowledge Orono Noguchi's cries of isolation and respond with an affirmation of unconditional love in We Will Always Love You. That song isn't a happy song, mind you. The proclamation of love is tinged with the wistful melancholia of distance and regret. But that is what makes it real. There's incredible bravery when they confront the passing of David Berman in Dial D for Devotion and Running Red Lights and reply to his death with a beautiful, haunting tribute to the indefatigable perseverance of the human spirit. There's bravery in the lyrics of The Divine Chord, where Andrew VanWyngarden tries to overcome his heartbreak and sorrow with a message of self-actualisation. It's a sad song but its one that is clear-eyed and sober. However, we aren't allowed to wallow in the melancholia, as we did throughout the rest of this year. Instead, we acknowledge it and move forwards.

At the end of each song is an overwhelming tenderness; eternal and endless love.

So, Interstellar Love is a perfect narrative anchor to the first half of the album. It counters the melancholic turn of The Divine Chord with a wonderful salute to our tireless ability to live for our friends despite the overwhelming horror of existence. In a similar fashion, Oh The Sunn! and Music Makes Me High celebrates the ability of music to erase human differences and unify us in song. These songs are constructed to sound vast and expansive and overwhelming in order to emphasise the transcendentality of these truths: we do not simply overcome the hardships of our own lives, but we overcome the traumas of the universe itself. We do not simply love each other but we love the whole of the human race. The party is small and cramped but the walls fall away and all of human history presents itself as a long, endless dance. And Wherever You Go shows us that the infinite dance of humankind moves in tandem with our step and supports us. Wherever we may be, wherever you are. Our friends and family are out there and they love us. Is this message corny? Is it kind of sappy? Overly sentimental? We are tempted to think so. In the post-post-ironic era, we're cautious towards open expressions of sentimentality. We've been poisoned by the doom and gloom of the past year. It seems like we've listened to way too many sad albums to ever crawl back from the precipice of the cliff. But that's what makes this entire album so amazing. It disarms you with its embrace. In this way, it's kind of like watching an old Christmas movie. At first, you might roll your eyes. But you might find yourself tearing up during the next verse, much to the chagrin of your otherwise impenetrable sense of cynicism.

And as the basslines swell and the choruses flutter into place, you might join the angels in front of the moon. The cosmological enormity of The Avalanches' music makes every dance seem like the last one. So, the Party at the End of the World continues to march on. The pale moonlight shutters in between us as we dance, silhouetting the shape of our bodies against the swirling glow of the galaxies with every movement. In a way, each moment of the dance is caught in the web of time forever.

Welcome to the Party at the End of the Universe!!!

All of your friends are here. They made it too. It is summer in Australia and the night is warm and the stars are still shining. Tonight, we will celebrate making it through this horrendous year. But we will celebrate more than that: we celebrate our friends, we celebrate life. The most wonderful moments of our lives often pass in a blink of an eye and we don't even realise it. Not this time. Not while I can still hear these songs.”

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whoamikiding15 · 5 years ago

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Confusion concoction/what do you struggle most with : unnecessary and wholly unwarranted suicidal thoughts that are a little too strong to blame on pms and the wave of guilt that follows after + jumping to conclusions easily getting hurt thereafter and walling myself off + controlling my clinginess

Forgetfulness Potion/favourite memory :

Yar ye na karo I don't have sth in particular but there was this one time in korea and it's an incomplete memory but there was this very rustic church in a quiet forest wahein base mein and I remember it being autumn and autumn there was unbelievably beautiful man the whole forest used to be orange and brown and maple leaves everywhere and just the very stereotypical sort of fall you see in movies and I remember being alone there scrunching leaves and just walking wahein in those eerily lovely woods...it's funny because I can smell it and feel it but I can't remember what I did there I think I went there often maybe alone maybe not and there was even a little stream there and I should stop ha ha

Korea ki Kuch memories feel so fond like I remember taking my stick net thingy whatsitcalled and trying to catch dragonflies and fishing tadpoles in a nearby secluded behind the bushes kinda pond..I miss seven yr old me

And one time I went with my parents(only child days I think) to have this most amazing ice-cream somewhere near faisal base/Tariq road and it was so amazing and so big like I had rainbow or all flavours sth and my dude just wow I couldn't finish it no matter how hard I tried and I remember putting it in the freezer when I came back

Draught of Living death/funeral procession : okay obviously musalamaanoun walay mein tou kya khaak ki taqreeb honi but id like people post burial when they come visit at the family's house to sob just a little extra for the loss of a woman with many tears. But those sobs shouldn't be hookray astaghfirullah like please happy tears or silent tears only in this house I am very much haunting so keep your snot where it belongs rats.

Western funeral wise, instead of being inside the coffin can I please be placed atop the coffin when I make my entrance to piedpiper.mp3...then once I'm lowered play misiryung sunset and let there be a minute or two of silence for me followed by intense jamming and people screaming one word qualities that I had all the at the same time...chaos I want chaos...and lots of tuberoses please throw em at me at each other I don't care

Death Potion/24hrs before you die : (no sleep with the following in rapid succession)

Watch LOTR with my family atleast the first part

Watch Interstellar with only mum and cry over abboo together

Bandar bhayi ke saath thori bohat haathapayi and then cursing Ronald McDonald and talking fcb2014 era and I love teaching him bio so a quick lesson on that.

Ginyaki with you guys for lunch laughing and crying and cringing

Walk Elsa with my sassy sista and girl gossip

Make my dad hot dalgona and see his adorable eye smile

Look at my biases and me men before succumbing but like just before kalma to forgive all (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

Pepper up/what makes you feel alive :

You know this crabbs...It's that shot of coffee past midnight taken for pulling an all nighter but ends up for extermination purposes of hosehold pests...bet you thought it'd be sth fancy huh

Skele Gro/what makes you feel better :

cry -> spill -> sleep -> repeat

What context we talking about? Either way throw in a coupla hugs and day6 on shuffle and we good!

Wolfsbane/what's the biggest change you've experienced in the past year :

Funny I can't remember 2019 at all like insert white noise.mp3.....Again context jaye bhaar mein but single motherhood with respects to my doggo I think. Other than that changing my friend group altogether after spending two whole years together was difficult and wards got me feeling a new kind of loneliness but we through it and now that I look back it seems petty to call it a big change but 🦀 feels so...Uske ilawa dad's retirement and subsequent re-employment which meant he only gets to spend weekends with us followed by moving into an apartment from a big house was tough because I used to have my own room that too alone upstairs and now it's a crowded place and everyone's everywhere all the time and I feel exposed and there's no place to hide so I might've ran away from home once gaari le kay drove to meenahs place was feeling shite overwhelmed lmao

Veritaserum/truth :

I say I dont want kids and trust me I don't but I have a small list of names picked out since ages and it's stupid and I just

Anyways @shouldbestudying99 do

Amorentia

Antidote to veritaserum

Drink of despair

Elixir of life

Elixir to induce euphoria

Flesh eating slug repellant

Hate Potion

Invisibility Potion

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yeoldontknow · 7 years ago

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Solar Flare - Mercury

Author: @eradikeats-writes as part of The Heavens - a series of ongoing one shots with @the-porcelain-doll-xo and @rudeboywonho

Creative Content Contributors: @everybodykpops (who is creating exquisite moodboards for the series)

Pairing: Minseok x Reader (oc; female; based off Urania)

Rating: PG

Warnings: mentions of war

Word Count: 2,929

“In the beginning, there was time.”

This is the common misconception of the dawn of the universe, an infinite black held anxiously in wait. Time passing in indeterminate values until there was something to count the hour, something to feel its own heart break at the impossibility of its length.

In the beginning, there was time. This is wrong.

In the beginning, there was potential.

Time came later, after the universe found there was no great relief simply drifting in an endless, eternal darkness. Time came later, only after the breaking apart and rebuilding of the void resulted in a cradle filled with possibility, nestled hopefully in the in between. Crawling forward, it severed the umbilical tether that kept it contained, constricted, and impotent, and marked the end of its dependency on law. For a while, there was no law, merely a great spawning of life and action, an eruption of light so blinding the universe has simply forgotten how to be silent in the onslaught of pain.

Time came later, when there were Nine.

When the black became purple, and blue, and red; when the silence became an endless din of life, and energy, consumed by the magnitude of sound, there were Nine. Happenstance placed them as they were, so close to the Sun, a star - their father, mother, blessing, and curse - and crowned them as kings. Nine perfect children born to Nine perfect houses, brothers in protection, law, and blood. Blessed by stardust, they lived and loved, and, for a time, they were happy.

Millenia passed easily and quickly, whole great worlds born in the palms of their hands. After they started counting time, they decided to meet together, to unite and talk, speak on discoveries and findings. After they started counting time, they decided to stand together and fight, learned to rule together and love together, united in a way that made even the greatest of solar creations bow to their stead.

After they started to count time, things soon became hard.

Standing atop the observatory roof, relishing the way the metal glistens in the midnight sun, Minseok thinks on these things now, letting the way they churn his mind and memory send shivers down his spine. Tonight, the usual red and green of the skies has departed, leaving in their wake a sickly yellow glare of solar discharge.

A solar flare is coming, he has felt it for days in the boiling heat of the Sun, and now he is waiting for the relief. Tension slithers through his muscles, makes his shoulders ache to curve over and his thighs tremble anxiously in stoicism. The silk of his shirt sticks to his chest, the night warm and the wind lackluster at best, his flesh damp with heat and stress.

Vision turned upward to the sky, he counts the stars and waits. He waits and breathes and ruminates on why his brain has selected these thoughts for him this night. Always, he has considered memories to be illusions deemed worth remembering, difficult to bring them back in their full tangibility, yet the body remembers the stain - imprinted with loss, love, fear. Always, he has considered memory to be a complex, impersonal thing, the whole of the universe stretching out in front of, and behind, life in one collective length of rope. The shared involvement with living, each thing gradually moving through its life, means all individual experience is no longer unique, merely it is the implied value that makes the difference.

Yet, tonight, he finds himself troubled by an endless rotation of his brothers, each ghosting over his eyes with clenched fists and wet eyes, vague in their shape and form. Tonight, he is haunted, both by action and inaction, the past and the future. Timelines, he thinks, are converging, and he is caught in the fray. War and rage, like Mars yet too detached, coils within his veins, running just beneath his skin and making his heart race with trepidation. Tonight, he is burdened by the weight of all his choices, both made and unmade, rushing together all at once to dry his tongue.

Tonight, he is remembering.

Most clearly, he remembers Yixing standing beside him. Brilliant always, radiant even in the darkest reaches of the sky, and glowing beautifully now so close to the Sun, Yixing was weeping. Breastplate gleaming with tears, he had come to Minseok seeking all the things he could not find so far removed from the light. He had chose his eldest brother first, possibly for solace, but mostly for advice, begging for his breath to guide and dwarf him in righteousness. The threat was directly intended for Pluto, Minseok reminds himself, not the other brothers and their homes; the Guardian of the Outside and Protector of all within.

Positioned so deliberately at the outer rim of the system, he was the duality of death. Warm, beautiful, hopeful even in the way he welcomed the void and silence, he was lethal and he was hungry. A battalion unto himself, few went to war, drank the agony of misery, and luxuriated in loss as elegantly as he. But always, before the endless gnaw of flesh and clash of metal, he grieved openly, fully.

Letting the memory take its hold, Minseok feels a collapse take place somewhere deep within his ancient heart, confronted now with the hollow eyes of his young brother. Melancholy seemed to suit him that night, and this, he knows, should have been his first warning of things to come.

‘Please,’ Yixing had said simply, refusing to face him and instead letting the closeness of the Sun turn his black eyes gold.

‘I told you we will do what we can.’ Minseok had found it to be a struggle, that night, to be both comforting and faithful to the whim of the universe, especially after he had learned the secrets of the stars. Devastation would happen, swords would be drawn - he simply didn’t know whose would be victorious.

He did not know who would win, and therefore he could not sway the outcome.

‘Would you so willingly dispose of the future in an effort to maintain your honor?’ he seethed, rounding on Minseok with eyes that felt like iron, shocked and awed at his brother’s almost blasé ignorance of the depth of his plight.

Minseok had sighed then, bowing his head in an effort to remain patient. ‘You cannot hold us to our words, because we cannot truly know the consequence -’

‘Then you cannot expect me to give my heart anymore!’ Yixing snapped, pounding his armor with vicious malcontent. ‘Not so generously for those who will not help me!’

He feels the solar flare before he sees or hears it, the rumbles of cosmic energy tearing through the rock to vibrate against his feet before working their way up his legs; waves of tangibility traveling at different speeds. It eases him out of his torment, forces him to forget that his sweet, jovial brother had been turned into something less almost by the palm of his own hand. It eases him back into reality, and only then, before the flash and storm of the Sun, does he realize you are beside him.

Hands absentmindedly twirling your celestial globe, so too are your eyes poised at the sky. Beneath the Sun’s rays, your embroidered cloak, twinkling purple and blue, becomes a galaxy unto itself, and you are wrapped in all the majesty of space. Hair flowing like hydrogen, combative, powerful, regal, you are impassive and smiling, watching the way the sky births a new prophecy just for you.

Like this, he think, he could fall for you over and over and over again, and he does. Swooning slightly at the sight of you, he reminds himself that you are his, and he is yours, a pair destined beyond the birth of the cosmos - a match of interstellar proportions.

You glance at him then, face soft and eyes dancing. In these moments, he loves you most, just before cosmic burst of purpose, when you seem to glow from the inside out, astronomical and glorious.

‘Take my hand,’ you murmur, closing your eyes to welcome the great wave. ‘I trust only your touch when the sky is like this.’

Glad for the connection, he eagerly entwines his fingers with yours, watching the way your chest settles as you exhale, long and deep. Eager to capture as much of the light as he can, he edges you both close to the ledge of the roof, tipping his head back and exposing himself to the bath like he is delivering himself to providence. So too do you unleash the flesh of your neck and chest, envious of Minseok’s surrender and keen to swallow the flare just as much.

At the first eruption, the first quake of thunder and the opening maw of the Sun, Minseok readies himself for a pleasure that does not come. Solar flares should bathe his skin in light. Solar flares should wash him, cleanse his skin and give new purpose to his tired existence. Always this has been the way and, instead, all he hears is screaming.

Yixing was asking to die. He was begging Baekhyun for it, pleading with wild eyes and a wet tongue, to have him run his sword clean through his chest. Too much had been lost and not enough could ever be regained. Gathering his body in his arms, Baekhyun screamed, loud and horrible, in an effort to protect his brother from more pain, but the damage had been done. Twice, Yixing had been refused, and twice, Yixing had been covered in the blood and dust of things he loved the most.

In the aftermath, Yixing sat silent and still, watching Styx rotate in the deafening silence. Tears were expected, a howl of grief so long and desperate that the ground would open into one great cavernous mouth, consume them whole in a motion almost too clean for the mess of space. Instead, he merely sat, taking in the way his world had ended even though Pluto’s axis continued to spin.

It was then, Minseok knew, that all his love, the heart of his life and soul, had been transfigured into blame.

‘Minseok!’

‘Say a sermon, brother!’ Yixing spit, dark and cold only then for the first time in his life. ‘Say a sermon for all those you let die!’

‘This is no one’s fault!’ Junmyeon replied, vigor and rage coursing through his usual placid tone. ‘This is the natural law of all things!’

‘You were idle and absent!’

‘Minseok, please! Come back to me!’

With eyes wide open, Minseok sees you hovering above him. Briefly, he wonders how he got here, to the ground and without feeling his own fall. Hands, your hands, cup his cheeks, thumbs stroking along the bones, as you press your forehead against his. Still, he is bleary eyed and confused, knowing he is here and with you, but still seeing all the ash of Pluto stained with blood.

Minseok is pulled to his feet, unsteady and heavy, and he rests against you in search of stability and comfort. In the effort to stand, he sees the markings now burned on the flesh of his hands. By virtue of proximity or fate, the symbols of the solar flare, the language of prophecy, are always blazed onto his body as he coats himself in the embers. This time, they are not beautiful in their shape, they are distorted, warped and red and angry; they match the way his soul has started to feel.

‘I can’t read them,’ you whisper, looking at his hands in earnest. ‘I’ve never seen them look like this.’

‘How did you see them?’ he murmurs, voice raspy and tired as he rests his head against your shoulder. Suddenly, he feels groggy, overwhelmed with purpose and meaning, but he knows you could not have seen them so quickly.

‘You’ve been out for a long time.’

Somewhere in the back of his wind, a voice emerges, ethereal and whispering secrets of the oncoming meeting. No, not a meeting - a reunion. The solar system is sick with it, the impending doom and inevitable carnage that will come just by having them in the same space. Together.

Even if lives are not lost, all Nine together is surely an omen.

It makes sense now, all the tension he has carried with him these last thousand years. Soon, he will be meeting with his brothers. Soon, they will be coming together for the first time since Pluto’s collapse. Soon, the past will return to haunt them. With the uneasy solar flare, Minseok is forced to remember the way his ambivalence turned him into the carrier of death, a harbinger of doom against his best wishes.

‘Should we go to the library?’ you ask, softly holding Minseok to you because, surely, you know something is amiss. ‘To see if we can translate them?’

‘There is no need,’ Minseok croaks.

He simply does not want their truth, not tonight.

It is his first time on Earth, and he is glad he is able to see its beauty, all green and blossoming and full. Spring, he heard Jongdae calls it, and he thinks the word is playful. Light and airy in its implication, the word seems fitting for all the things that he sees.

Here, the Sun is far from him, far enough away that the warmth feels soothing rather than erupting and violent, and unable to be controlled. Here, he can bask in the light, and not feel burdened by all it contains. Here, the Sun is a gentle, distant thing, something soft and wholly unlike its true nature.

Barefoot, he lets his feet press harder into the grass and sighs happily at the pleasant feeling, strange for someone so used to hard rock and stone. A breeze moves delicately through his fingers, slides between the strands of his hair, and beneath his outstretched palms. For a moment, he finds it hard not to be jealous of Jongdae. A home like this could make a man keen to laugh, keen to live, keen to love in a way that is both impossibly and naturally simple. This is not the home for him, Minseok knows, but it is nice to imagine.

Around him, the world is jostling. Cars pass by and planes move overhead, gliding on the clouds like metal birds. People pass and this world turns, all of it wonderous in the harmony it creates. When he first arrived, the noise was a painful overstimulation, this world brimming over with life so loudly that the sheer amount of it caused all of his senses to sting. Now, after hours of standing alone, he sees humanity as quiet little animals, animals so blinded by the brief length of their life, they simply cannot do anything more than live unabashedly and completely. If he did not have the promise of eternity, he thinks even this noise would be akin silence, and he cannot believe they would want to limit their cacophonous euphoria.

‘Always the fastest, aren’t you, brother?’

Minseok does not bother to open his eyes for Jongin, does not bother to turn or greet him, simply stretches his fingers a little longer and lets the wind kiss them.

‘My prudence of time has rewarded me,’ he mutters, craning his neck slightly to the side to let the Sun warm his tendons. ‘I’ve enjoyed this atmosphere in solitude.’

He feels Jongin come to stand beside him, the closeness of their bodies causing the hair on his arms to stand on end. It’s easy to crave Jongin, for the body and the heart to want to be around him, enveloped by him, for always. Golden and beautiful, he is the warmest, softest, most affectionate of their family, and he makes the air around him feel like rapture. Naturally, Minseok leans a little closer to him, happy to feel his familial tenderness before the arrival of the others.

‘I dreamt of Pluto last night,’ Jongin says, simply and without any ceremony.

Minseok opens his eyes at this, surprised his eyes feel no pain at the sudden adjustment. ‘Oh?’ he questions, turning to face his brother.

Jongin is darker than usual, full lips pressed into a thin line. These harsh lines are unnatural on him, unsuited for a creature so exquisite, and it makes him release a small whine of frustration.

‘It was less a dream,’ Jongin clarifies with a delicate tongue, ‘and more of a memory.’

‘Of the war?’

‘Yes.’ Jongin turns to face him, hands stuffed into his trouser pockets and eyes grim. Flashes move across his irises, brief moments of the great undoing running through his mind. ‘I think we’re all haunted by it.’

Tearing his eyes from Jongin’s gaze, Minseok regards the markings on his hands and finds himself stricken. There is a reason for all this bloodshed and torment. There is a reason for all these memories to resurface, and it is not merely because they are finally reunited.

He looks up at the Sun and scowls, feeling, for the first time, as though has been abandoned. He has been abandoned by the knowledge of the cosmos, and for a moment he thinks he understands.

It is not merely about a reunion because it feels like vengeance, it feels like retribution. It feels like the tearing and ripping of the cosmos, a great shattering filled only with guilt.

It feels like the end.

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escapedreplicant · 7 years ago

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2001: A Space Odyssey

Been a while since I blogged. Anyway, after watching 2001: A Space Odyssey I had an urge to do so. It’s a spectacular film with that type of effect. It has also been number two on my list of ten science-fiction films that define the genre. It has done more than just define a genre it has also inspired several film-makers and some of it’s DNA can be felt in films like Under the Skin and Interstellar as well as scenes being given the pop-culture treatment of The Simpsons (Homer’s Blue Danube munching crisps in space scene).

So where do you begin in discussing a film that has had an emphatic impact on more than just science-fiction cinema? Well, the best place to begin is with the emptiness of space. That opening shot of a black expanse, defined by nothing other than the edges of the screen but it’s depth, it could go on for infinity. Before life there was only the void. The beginnings of a score strike up, what seems like background noise at first, becomes a tornado before it tails off and the opening credits appear and that imagery of the Earth, the moon, the sun and space all in alignment, as though a momentous event is occurring. Momentous might be the best word to describe the film. My own, specific, love of 2001: A Space Odyssey comes from the distinct acts that comprise the film beginning with The Dawn of Man.

The shots could be taken from a nature documentary of some type, those beautiful, expansive vistas, the Martian-esque landscape, the sun hanging in the sky or hovering just above a plateau. What this segment makes me think of though, is how man’s nature is cyclical. We are introduced to a tribe of our descendants, they move among four-legged beasts. Then one of their number is killed by a leopard. A food chain has now been established. We have not yet evolved to the stage where this monster can be confronted. This echoes later in the shot of the leopard over a felled zebra. Then there is a confrontation over a resource; the water pool. Two separate groups of apes screeching representing our base tribalism, over a shared resource, and escaping a shared threat. Our ancestors huddle together in the cold, blue night. The leopard can be heard in the distance, we have established that we are without invention at this point.

Then; the monolith. The screaming and screeching voices, that aggressive and troubling score as though voices are communicating through the monolith to us. That split image of the sun and moon above the ridge of the monolith, that reoccuring image of celestial bodies in alignment that is commonplace throughout the film. The apes touch and move around the monolith, it is almost worshipful. Are they paying tribute or merely in awe? Following this encounter there is invention as an ape discovers they can use a bone as a club and proceeds to smash the remaining skull and bones of a creature, all this beautifully intercut between images of felled beasts and meat being shared amongst the tribe. How does this invention end? By the violent taking of a resource by smashing the skull of another ape. War. Superiority has been achieved. Mankind will repeat this process exponentially over the coming centuries.

This segment alone gives me pause but then Kubrick ends this violent flurry and foreboding message with the most beautiful of transitions as the most primal of inventions is thrown into the air before becoming a drifting spaceship. An expanse of centuries beautifully cut through, connecting our most humble of beginnings with the most aspirational of our futures. There is an elegance and a gentile nature to the floating of the items in space accompanied by the Blue Danube, giving the journey an element of playfulness. There is even a wheel present. What could be considered our first invention, that helped us traverse the world is now sent into space helping us greet new horizons.

The production design across the upcoming scenes is spectacular. From the Panam flight attendant’s grip shoes to the video screens on the back of each seat. Then Kubrick creates an intense and amazing scale as the circular space station and the shuttle spin in tandem to the beautiful movement, like a dance, marrying artistry and machinery. The quality of the production design and the forecasting of future technology goes further as we are met with voice identification, picture phones all among beautifully clean, antiseptic floors. Such is the quality of what has gone before that only now, in the conversation with the Russian scientists, are we given any semblance of narrative.

This scene alone is telling given the film was made during the Cold War, Russians and Americans have respective bases on the moon and an oversight committee of some nature exists with laws enacted to ensure cooperation. Science-fiction often tells us so much about the times we live in, whether in the past or in the future it seems. The zero gravity toilet is a lovely nod to Kubrick’s inclusion of the location within his films, in the future many defining moments will be made in bathrooms. One thing I love is how loosely the narrative hangs over the film, the monolith was “deliberately buried” adding a further element of mystery to the proceedings following the conversation about what has occurred at the moon base. The journey to the monolith itself is accompanied by a haunting and foreboding score. There are some things man was never meant to know, perhaps if we are alone in the universe is one of those things. So we are greeted with another monolith, or the same monolith, the same noise rises up, apes still gather around it, more advanced but no less curious and the Earth hangs in the background before…the shriek. A screeching that gives me chills to this day.

Now, we get to meet HAL.

Jupiter Mission starts with a beautiful and slow shot of the elongated ship moving through space, comprised of carriages almost, like a train on an interstellar journey. My favourite shot of the film has to be the running scene. It is genius. The motion and control of the scene is still as striking to me today as it was when I first saw the film years ago. To me, it is evidence of a genius filmmaker at work, which Kubrick was.

There are countless films and TV programmes that have paid tribute to that menacing red eye and the hollow voice that accompanies it. There is a very common trope in science-fiction cinema of androids, robots or replicants breaking down or becoming self-aware, or finishing humanity’s job by wiping us off the face of the planet but, for me, none are more terrifying than HAL, because he has the most human of traits; a survival instinct. His logic is twisted and terrifying and all too relatable as he handles the flight or fight situation of being disconnected the only way possible, by removing human error from the equation.

The lip reading scene has forever troubled me, as this silent red light is more capable than any of the crew have been able to realise.

INTERMISSION (Just like the film).

The slow turning of the pod when Frank goes out to replace the AE35 unit is chilling, as seconds later he is thrust into Dave’s field of vision, hurtling through space grasping at the oxygen cable on the back of the suit. As Dave rushes out to secure Frank’s body HAL “malfunctions” causing the remaining crew in cryosleep to die. Any person who has difficulty with any technology often cribs the line; “I’m sorry Dave, I’m afraid I can’t do that.” At least I know I have on occasion.

HAL is self-aware, and very much in the spirit of self-preservation takes the most direct and most violent course of action available to him. If we create artificial intelligence to mimic human intelligence then this is going to be a logical end point. I would argue that their is a symmetry to the flight or fight instinct in the shots of HAL locking Dave out of the ship and in the scene of Dave risking his life to blow into the airlock to stop HAL. We are then treated to a terrifying rendition of Daisy as HAL is reconfigured and I am convinced this is the reason so many horror movies now insist on having a children’s nursery rhyme sang in a slow voice in their trailers.

We are then returned to the narrative in the form of the message. I love that there is no complex mechanical plot pulling 2001: A Space Odyssey along. This is most evident in The Dawn of Man and in Jupiter and Beyond the Infinite. Many a night have ai lay awake in bed and tried to perceive what Dave was trying to perceive in his journey. Those bright, vivid colours, blurring images, landscapes cycling through bizarre colour patterns, the nature of reality beyond the expanse. I have often thought that this symbolic of Dave being unabl to perceive what the universe is telling him, his all too primitive brain struggling to comprehend existence in its most raw state. This is why it ends with the continual blinking of his eye through the colour patterns until finally a construct has been formed which he can understand. A room. Walls, doors, a bed, chairs. A toilet at the edge of time and space. Then there are the three versions of Dave. Aged within his space suit, eating dinner and drawing his last breath. I have always envisaged this as what our perception of life outside of time to be like, in that we are viewing the versions of ourself in a format in which we understand. To us, time is linear, so it would make sense to see ourselves age to the point we are watching ourselves draw our last breath.

The metaphysical ending as the monolith enters the room and the baby watches over the Earth has no doubt inspired conversations of such nature amongst many. Personally, I could talk about 2001: A Space Odyssey for hours. I consider it to be a seminal text in the genre of science-fiction and one of the greatest films made by a genius filmmaker who was versatile enough to give us films like 2001: A Space Odyssey, Doctor Strangelove and Ths Shining. His impact and the film’s should never be understated.

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huphilpuffs · 8 years ago

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Interstellar

Summary: Dan had always thought he was the moon. Phil Lester was definitely the sun.

Word count: 3917

Warnings: A very brief mention of contemplating self-harm.

A/N: Though I’ve been writing fanfiction for like five years, this is my first phanfic, so I hope it’s not too bad. Also, special thanks to Gisele (@fringegaps) for encouraging me to write this, and then for helping me get the confidence to actually post it.

(Ao3 link)

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Dan had always thought he was the moon.

From the moment he first curled up on his side with eyes of wonder and a mind of metaphors, staring out at a night sky with a smile made of galaxies and eyes of planets of freckles of stars. His fingers would trace patterns over his arms, draw flowers on his cheeks, swipe tears from tired eyes, and he would stare at a universe with a silent soul that seemed to reverberate in Dan’s numb one as the night dragged on.

The pain had long since rooted itself in his chest, stolen his sleep to replace oblivion with something agonizing people called life. It haunted him during the day, followed him to sleepless nights that had him too broken to cry and too whole to die, to keep him teetering on an edge he couldn’t see beyond, as razor sharp as that between being awake and being asleep.

He toed that line, did it purposefully with eyelids drooping so the sky outside blurred. So invisible smiling galaxies twisted into frowns and eyes of planets couldn’t see into the fractured thoughts circling his head. So stars turned to stripes across his vision and a smile would curl at the corners of his cheeks because even the sky could be broken if you tried hard enough to make it so.

Those had always been his favorite parts, the stars he could see and the secrets he couldn’t.

The moon had always been his least favorite part of the night sky. That’s why Dan was the moon.

He was wholly underwhelming, liked only by those who didn’t care to learn who he truly was. His light was an illusion, merely a forced reflection of the rest of the world, of people whose smiles were genuine and whose hearts beat for reasons beyond survival.

Dan was nothing, a speck in something infinitely more complex than he was. Powerless and simple, a pebble in a sea of gemstones.

A moon in a sky full of stars.

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Dan liked comparing other people to space, too.

There was something easier about seeing the endless sea of human beings surrounding him as something as distant as the great expanses of space. Something beautiful about the idea of floating alone in a sliver of this universe, where nobody could reach him because they were all doing the same.

And it made people more beautiful, in Dan’s eyes. Even the ones who made his heart ache and his mind sink into darkness were better when he could see them as a fragment of the abyss he stared into every night.

His parents were stars, the distant kind that glimmered faintly from afar but shone bright once you get close. The kind who warmed and would one day fuel their own slice of their galaxy. The kind he stared at to feel insignificant and safe when he couldn’t sleep at night.

His brother was an asteroid, flying through life with some semblance of an organized system that was hard to understand but impossible to ignore.

The boy who bullied him at school was a meteor, chaotic and violent but too small to truly hurt to do anything without burning himself out first.

And the girl he used to have a crush on was a comet, beautiful like blazes of blue staining the night sky. But comets’ tails could burn out, could be extinguished, and Dan thought hers might be in the process of fading.

Everyone could fit into his personal version of space. Most people he encountered did, formed a beautiful mosaic of stars and planets and asteroids and meteoroids.

His favorite part, though, was sitting in his corner of space and watching it all go by, an effortless arrangement of everything good and bad and in between that amazed every awkward and uncertain part of him.

It was being able to stare at something as flawed as humanity and feel the same reassuring awe he felt curled up on his side with gaze drifting beyond his bedroom window.

---

Phil Lester was the sun.

Dan was sure of that from the moment the man with a northern accent and raven fringe had appeared on the screen of his laptop. That man, AmazingPhil, was definitely the sun.

Which was a strange thought, Dan would realize later that same night. He’d forced himself to end his marathon of Phil’s videos when his gaze had drifted to his window and found streaks of purple brightening the endless expanse of black. But he’d remained curled up in his bed, unable to sleep, to sink into his own darkness when his thoughts were so occupied, when something was wrong.

No one had ever been the sun before.

There’d been stars and planets and even people he’d been sure held whole galaxies in their beings. But the sun was like the earth, too amazing, too real for him to think a human being could embody its greatness.

But Phil had eyes as blue as the sky and a smile that lit them up. And he was warm, even across England, even through one-sided videos.

And he made Dan feel less dark, made him think maybe the moonlight could be pretty, after all, if it was a reflection of something so beautiful.

Phil Lester was definitely the sun.

---

The thing about the sun was that it was dangerous if you got too close.

The thing about Dan was that he was never great at doing what was best for him.

So he tried to approach the sun, too enraptured by its beauty to be satisfied with admiring it from afar. Too addicted to its warmth to let it be merely that which radiated into his darkened bedroom and wiped the darkness from his mind. That which made him radiate with light that wasn’t his but people still seemed to find brilliant.

The moon and the sun would never touch, never meet. Dan knew that, knew that even when they both appeared at the same time, they were too far apart, too different to do more than co-exist in the slice of space they shared.

Phil was the sun, the center of something wonderful, something beautiful and fascinating that Dan was a part of, but a portion too minute for Phil to ever notice.

Or so Dan thought.

At first he thought it was a perfectly directed ray of light, landing on him for a moment as he passed. But it happened again, Phil’s attention directed at him as though he was in anyway worthy. It happened and it sparked something the moon and the sun weren’t supposed to experience.

Not without the universe imploding.

The other thing about Dan was that sometimes he couldn’t bring himself to care if things could go wrong, that the darkness bathing his mind could make him indifferent to harm when that which caused it felt so good.

The thing about Phil was that talking to him felt really good.

It made Dan feel warm and bright and happy, the way the sun’s rays made the moon glimmer in the night sky. He forgot how dangerous it could be, how much it could hurt, in the face of such relief from the aches in his heart and the breaks in his brain.

Phil’s eyes were just as blue when they were live on a Skype call, his smile still holding the power to spark light within them. He was warm and appealing and when Dan closed his laptop at the end of each call, he’d curl up on his bed, eyes drooping and bones tired, and stare at the sky until he fell asleep.

And he’d wonder why he ever thought the distance of space seemed so appealing.

---

In space, distance was permanent, for the most part. The planets didn’t touch and the stars stayed far apart and that which collided only broke pieces off each other and kept going. The moon revolved around the earth and the sun stayed centered in its system and it was great.

In the real world, people weren’t good at keeping their distance. Because it became painful, a crushing weight on the heart, to have someone you cared about so deeply be so impossibly out of reach. And yet Dan was sure that in other ways it was the same.

Things that collided only broke pieces of each other and kept going.

That didn’t keep Dan from wanting to collide. Maybe it was his self-destructive nature, the part of him that had kept him considering drawing blades to his skin as though it would hurt less than existing without slices to his flesh. Maybe it was because celestial bodies didn’t have hearts or feelings.

Maybe it was because Phil was better than the sun, with his laugh that made Dan’s heart flip in his chest and eyes that made Dan think he might be both the sun and the sky.

But the why didn’t matter, not when Dan was sitting on a train staring out a window beyond which space didn’t shimmer with stars like freckles or galaxies as brilliant as the brightest of smiles. There were England’s trees and a sky that made him think of how much brighter Phil’s eyes would be in person.

It didn’t matter when the train drew to a stop and he was jerking to his feet, standing on weak knees, following a crowd into a station filled with promises of either pain or joy.

And he didn’t care anymore when he stood in that station, bag draped over his shoulder and eyes locked on the bluest pair he’d ever seen, so close to the sun he was burning, so bathed in its light that he felt radiant.

They could be wonderful. Or they could break pieces off each other and go about their lives separately.

His mind knew that. His heart lurched against his ribs, propelled him forward. He lifted his arms just as he realized Phil was coming towards him too.

The breath escaped him when Dan when they came together, his arms wrapped around Phil’s neck, Phil’s looped around his waist, holding him close and warm.

And Dan didn’t feel the moon, not in the way he used to.

He felt like someone who was loved by the sun. Someone who could maybe, one day, deserve that love.

They weren’t broken. They would be wonderful.

---

There were a lot of amazing things in the sky.

Some were minute, so common far away that they seemed irrelevant on this world but Dan found them beautiful. Things like the stars that dotted the night, subtle in their beauty. The asteroids that formed a belt in their solar system, invisible but there and cool in their simple way. The planets that weren’t actually planets but still opened people’s eyes to the grandeur of it all.

Some were more obvious, in their rarity or their greatness, in the way they perplexed or shocked or awed people, the way they amazed Dan. Meteor showers were such a thing, rain of sparks too far away to hurt but close enough to glimmer in the eyes of all who chose to watch. So were galaxies, like when the Milky Way painted itself across the sky and people were forced to realize they were a part of it.

Dan loved them all, found something to enjoy in every piece of the puzzle that was their universe, found every reason to stare at it.

In Manchester, though, such things were mostly invisible. The city was too bright, drowning out the lights that used to ease his pain, the lights he loved too much.

But Dan didn’t miss them like he thought he would.

Because the sun was one of those amazing things, and he had his own, personal sun.

He had Phil, and so many wonderful things that came with Phil. Things more wonderful than any star or asteroid or non-planets, and even meteor showers and galaxies. He had cat whiskers drawn on cheeks and laughs that would ring through the air and make his ribs ache in the best way. Kisses that stole his breath and hugs far more comforting than the night sky ever was.

And on days when law textbooks and life came to be too much, he would go to his sun, curl up on Phil’s bed instead of his own, and stare out at a sky bright with city light, thinking of the arms wrapped around his waist instead of stars he couldn’t see.

---

It started to come crashing down around him when he least expected it, with a glitch that messed with his heart more than the site on which it occurred. On a night where his Twitter feed was a barrage of questions and his YouTube comments matched it, and Dan’s mind was a jumble far more chaotic than either.

It burned through his chest and stung the corners of his eyes, painted misery on his cheeks and imprinted his skin with crescent moons of agony.

One moment. One glitch. One video.

He’d always known it would happen, a voice in the back of his mind that had been lost to the vacuum of space—of love—but returned then, louder, clearer.

Dan was the moon, an unremarkable stone in the sky, reflecting others’ light to convince people he was something worthwhile.

Phil was the sun, a lively ball of fire casting warmth and light across the world with a smile stretching his cheeks and eyes that shone like a glimmering afternoon sky.

And the moon wasn’t destined to be with the sun, wasn’t meant to get close without burning itself. The moon and the sun were meant to be separate, peaceful in their own pieces of the universe, and that was that. They weren’t supposed to be greedy.

Weren’t supposed to fall in love.

But Dan had. He’d fallen in love with the sun and let it burn him.

Tears were streaming down his cheeks. His back ached from the way it was pressed to his bedroom door.

There wasn’t a star in the sky.

---

Except Phil wasn’t the sun.

Dan realized it that same night, when the distance between them had grown to be too much and his Twitter mentions were far less terrifying than the idea of staying away from Phil any longer. His hands had been shaking, his head pounding, eyes long-since dry but still burning from his breakdown.

So he found himself in Phil’s bed, his boyfriend bathed in moonlight and staring at him with eyes impossible wide, gleaming with all the words they’d left unspoken.

And in that moment, Phil wasn’t the sun.

He was the moon.

But not the kind of moon Dan always thought he was. Not the unremarkable stone in the sky that couldn’t produce its own light.

No, Phil was the moon as other people saw it. He was still bright, still brilliant, But he wasn’t burning and energetic, he was calm, a peaceful part of a whole universe revolving around him. He was the mystery of something so simple that could evoke the most beautiful of thoughts, of feelings.

Feelings like the love that inflated Dan’s lungs and made his mind feel like he was floating and his heart forget to beat.

His hand lifted from where it was tangled in his sheets, drifted across Phil’s cheek instead. Traced lines of skin as pale as the moon when it shone in the sky, staring into eyes holding as much depth as the craters on its surface.

The kiss Phil pressed to his lips was soft, not sizzling with sparks but slow, tranquil with love.

He smiled when he pulled away, features soft with the same relief that Dan felt washing over him like a moonbeam breaking through the clouds.

Phil was definitely the moon.

But if Phil was the moon, what was Dan?

---

The night sky turned into something greater than darkness with freckles of stars and eyes of planets and a smile made of galaxies, more than a blanket draped over every broken part of him when he needed something to hold the pieces together for him.

It became a puzzle, a mystery.

Dan would stare at it from their apartment in London, the city drowning out stars more than Manchester ever had, and try to picture everything hidden within it. He’d imagine asteroids like his little brother, and stars like his parents, and try to picture himself as either.

But he was neither organized in his own unique way or a light shining dim from afar and bright when you drew closer. He wasn’t a meteor or a comet either, or he was sure he’d have burned out long ago.

Dan didn’t feel like he’d burned out.

He had, for a while, when nights were haunted with confusion and self-hatred, when the best thing that had ever happened to him was a secret locked between the mended pieces of his once broken heart. When he’d dropped out of university and when he watched something private become public, and on a night in Phil’s bed when their cheeks were damp with tears and their kisses were promises that they would overcome and the man he thought was the sun was actually the moon but just as perfect as he’d always been.

But he didn’t feel that way anymore, the exhaustion, the struggle, seeping out of him to be replaced with smiles that made his dimple pop like a crater on the moon he wasn’t, and laughs that made him feel like light was within him rather than a reflection of what others offered.

He felt alive and wonderful and like he was shining brighter than he ever had before.

But he stared up at the night sky and knew he wasn’t an invisible star or a comet or a meteor or a planet. He wasn’t the moon that shone bright over London even though the city tried to shine brighter.

Phil walked into the room then, making Dan turn from that which laid beyond his window to a smile and eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. He walked over, silent and slow, dropping onto the bed next to Dan.

An arm was draped over his shoulder and a kiss was pressed to the side of his head and Dan looked out at the sky one last time for that night.

He still didn’t know what he was.

But Phil made him feel certain it was something wonderful.

---

Dan realized it for the first time when he was editing a gaming video. They were in the middle of a tour across the United States and the bus whirred beneath him, Phil sleeping at his side with his toes tucked under Dan’s thighs and arms curled up beneath his head. There was a whole country he’d barely seen beyond him, but it was his own face, lighting up a computer screen that had his attention.

Maybe he’d paused it at just the right moment. Maybe he’d been destined to see it since space metaphors first looped in his mind as the easiest way to understand the world.

But it was there, in that moment, alight in a series of pixels that he knew didn’t paint a complete picture, but what they made was good enough.

He was smiling, laughing, eyes crinkled at the corners and shining and bright. And Dan thought back to the first things he saw in Phil, the smile and the laugh that made him sure Phil could conjure his own light. The ones he’d seen before he’d seen Phil, a man who blinked back his tears and covered his mouth when he laughed and whose most genuine smiles were more evident in his eyes than in the slight upturn of his lips.

But those same things were on his laptop screen. They were there. In Dan.

And not in a version of himself he put up to show the world, not in a moment where he was projecting the happiest version of himself he could be. In a moment where Phil had said something funny and Dan and laughed and it was so simple that it could have happened in their lounge, but instead it occurred when a camera was there to witness it.

He was glad the camera was there, though. Because staring at the frame he’d paused the video on, Dan thought he might be the one thing he used to be so certain he couldn’t be.

Dan thought he might be the sun.

---

There was a line in one of his favorite songs.

It went like this: When the moon fell in love with the sun, all was golden in the sky.

And Dan had always loved it. Because he was the moon and Phil was the sun and his life was the most golden it had ever been. He loved it because he could relate, could feel the words echoing in his chest, reverberating with every ounce of love in every beat of his heart.

He’d been the moon who’d fallen in love with the sun.

Except he wasn’t. Because Phil was the moon,

But the song stayed with him, through the years when he felt whatever good parts of him had burned away, through the months he’d spent staring at the sky trying to solve a puzzle without being able to see all its pieces. Its notes had still calmed his mind and warmed his heart, still made him turn to Phil with his eyes crinkling at the corners and a smile curling at the corners of his lips.

It stayed with him through a tour, played over his headphones like a soothing piece of something from home as Phil cuddled his pillow and Dan cuddled Phil.

It came home with him.

Now Dan lies in the bed he shares with Phil, the curtains still drawn open because neither of them are asleep. The sky outside is bright not with stars, but with London lights, and his heart is warmed not with the knowledge that humanity can exist in a series a of space metaphors, but with the knowledge that he’s loved and in love.

Phil reaches over, fingers tripping over Dan’s jaw and drawing him closer, making them face each other. He’s bathed in city light that makes his skin glow like the moon and his eyes shine with every bit of depth Dan adores and his smile shine in that way that makes Dan feel like his heart could burst from his chest.

He’s the moon.

And Dan feels himself radiating light he’s stopped trying to hide, feels warmth coming from somewhere deep within instead of being projected upon him. He feels like the center of something great, something alive with energy and burning with love and so much brighter than he ever thought he could be.

He’s the sun.

He’s the sun that fell in love with the moon, years ago now.

There’s suits as golden as the sky they create in the closet just a few feet away. There’s a whole word they created, anchoring them both and anchored to them, stretching far beyond the walls of their flat. There’s a city below them filled with people who are stars and asteroids and meteors and comets.

Dan has freckles of stars on his cheeks.

Phil has eyes like planets.

And when Dan leans forward to press their smiles together, galaxies erupt between their lips.

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final LYRICS FOR ENDOLPHINS AND MC FOUCAULT EP Welcome to Kirby’s Memeland (MILLIPEDES FOR THE MOLEMEN) Got it so hot y'all give me standing ovations while I'm spamming the squat[1] like my whole family's Croatian if my dad's Jackie Chan[2] am I Hispanic or Asian? please understaånd this equation ()[3] me no panic just blazing at any random location i’m your romantic liaison killa Beys in formation[4] the doctor's[5] now handling patients I put the wots in tarnations[6] I put the spots on dalmatians I move the block with my cadence Now time just stops when i say shit But the beat goes on cause i made it Alex Strong[7] in the paint and Singing So Long[8] to fake friends We can roll out the Save ends[9] Y'all kittens tryin my patience I need to find an oasis Pass me that blunt and i'll face it Why y'all stuntin so basic? 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The abyss gazes also into you.” [77] Nietzsche also said: “All great things must first wear terrifying and monstrous masks in order to inscribe themselves on the hearts of humanity.” [78] 2015 Anime and Manga One Punch Man’s shout out to Neon Genesis Evangelion describing a monster that is a threat to multiple cities [79] 1992 Arcade Fighing game Mortal Combat’s main villain who stole people's souls [80] Neil Young's sleeper Weight of The World from his amazing foray into new wave on his criminally unheralded album Landing on Water [81] I visited colorado for the first time on tour with Endolphins and tho enjoyable it was mostly mountains and urban sprawl and legal weed [82] The 2016 battle for Lord Stanley’s cup between NHL’s Pittsburgh Penguins and [83] Chappell show sketch about Dylon who thought he was the GOAT because “dylon spit hot fire” [84] Battlestar Galactica plot twist [85]Kuru is a very rare, incurable neurodegenerative disorder that was prevalent among the Fore people of Papua New Guinea. Kuru is caused by the transmission of abnormally folded prion proteins, which leads to symptoms such as tremors, loss of coordination, and neurodegeneration. Most people who develop it are cannibals [86] The quantum physics theory of time travel [87] Acids are corrosive and bases are caustic [88] God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it? — Nietzsche, The Gay Science, Section 125,

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