#(thats emmets song)

[ionozoned]

( cant wait for my Real ortega card to come in the mail so my collection of iono and her siblings can be real even though ortega will be the only official card of them all. )

[glitchotic]

i think so hard about how emmet is autistic and sorry to everyone who doesnt wanna hear it but i as an autistic am about to talk about why i really like that a lot. something i find about him wanting to preform social interactions correctly and struggling to make friends who are deemed "normal" and think his mask is weird even though hes trying to be normal and following the rules everyone else does already cues off to me as being autistic. but the way he sticks to routine and what's familiar and how he finds not following what he knows freaks him out even in the second movie. the way he constantly was initially telling lucy how everything she was doing was against the rules. even doing things like still continuing to get his morning coffee in apocalypseburg, how hell listen to the same song on repeat and watch the same tv show no matter how many times it stays the same, even his ideas seemingly based only around a few select interests while the others seem to be able to adapt any build into their style. on top of that. the house he designs being based off something hes familiar with already, the yellow house with blue roof that he ran into with lucy. i feel in his mind, he sees that as a dream house for him and lucy because he remembers that from when they first met, he remembers thats when she called him the special.

[zubeedubi]

elle woods and emmet forrest. thats it. send post. nevermind i need to talk about them because OH MY

they help each other’s development; supporting and offering genuine advice and a shoulder (one with a big chip in it) to lean on. like emmet didn’t and doesn’t judge her based solely on her appearance (when she was in costume, the ‘bend and snap’)(“cause you saw beyond all the blonde to my mind”) and was a constant source of reliability for elle (in callahan’s (FUCK HIM) class when she got kicked out, after the ‘costume’ party, during thanksgiving and christmas break, in the trial, basically throughout the whole musical and more). and elle listened to him (his advice, his story, his compliments) and in turn let him relax (red bull and department stores for life) and stay true to himself (during the trial; of valuing your client’s trust). they share in their successes (he shares the toast made to him because, yeah, she’s the one who found out the dude’s gay); a duet, not a solo. never stealing the spotlight from the other (“why are you always right?” “you’re a genius!” “why do you always have to be right?”) , instead pushing to be the best versions of themselves together.

they built a friendship (“you trust me, don’t you?” “of course”) before anything (“you are the best thing here”), removing rose-colored glasses or fantasized versions of each other. throughout the musical, you’ll notice as they grow closer together— through time, touches, jokes (“you butthead”), and song— and it’s natural, not rushed. they have a handshake (CUTE). unlike elle towards warner, she doesn’t try to impress or prove anything when she’s around emmet; she’s just herself and more. like emmet is aware of elle’s plan to get warner back, and he doesn’t sugarcoat or feed into it, instead inspiring her to follow through in her studies as she gains a passion for law (tap tap tap on her shoulder “woah! is that my name up on that list?”). and elle knows of his aspirations and drive to make it in life, and she believes in him (“the outside is new. but now it reflects whats already inside you”)!

they don’t pressure each other (even when she’s leaving). when the other’s close to the edge, it’s comfort offered and belonging reassured. in fact they constantly back the other up with positive words (if i had a shot for each time they complimented or smiled wide at each other i’d be dead on the floor) and a hand to support (emmet HELD HER HAND it was very dark but i SAW IT did nobody else see it. DID U SEE IT PLS TELL ME U DID).

the entire song of ‘Legally Blonde’ (which i have on REPEAT). elle has lost faith (in herself; in all she’s achieved so far) but emmet hasn’t (“that’s ludricous”), in fact his faith in her has strengthened as well as his feelings (im BLUSHING). he doesn’t question elle for a second, instantly on her side and there for her. he doesn’t tell her he loves her— she just went through a traumatic experience; kissed by a man she thought her mentor— wishing instead he showed it more, and showing it still as he asks—begs— her to stay. and elle; she’s losing hope on her dream, one that used to be solely for love but grew into a determination to fight. talking about going back home, living life as the blonde people see her as. (“some girls fight hard. some face the trial. some girls were just meant to smile.” but she has. she has done all!!) (“i need you to stay”)

and when she comes back (!!!) he immediately lets go of callahan ((FUCK callahan) what he’s worked three years for) and supports her. (“did you actually think i was gonna let you get away?” SIR??). as she fights for the case, he’s there ready to reassure elle because she can do this.

warner’s proposal (can this guy not not propose); she’s focused on her career now (‘serious’), she found a love for it! and even though the reason she entered harvard because of her love for warner, she made it through with the love surrounding (her friends; the greek chorus, paulette, her family) and growing around her (emmet forrest. the law students that stood by her). and i love that they handled and talked it out maturely, there’s no hate or anything untoward. and (“so many dreams to earn”) she’s reaching for dreams now, continuing her story outside of him, outside of being ‘blonde’. and she’s not gonna give up; she’ll earn it, striving hard towards her new goal.

and, of course, the end. elle is our valedictorian (congrats I LOVE U ELLE WOODS) and we see how the people in her life grew as well, not just her! they all empowered each other!! AND THE. AND THE PROPOSAL (ms woods comma elle my poor heart can only take so much please) (third time IS the charm). she takes initiative, she’s the one asking on one knee. and she’s in her graduation robe; not an engagement outfit or anything. it shows her; her life, her self, what she values!! (and they are SO CUTE. oh my god ohmigod you guys).

(unrelated: i love that they all have pink on them at the end!)

(unrelated unrelated: i adore the actors all of them. every facial expression, vocal delivery, movement or dance (the footwork on “little miss woods comma elle” OKAY), literally Everything i adore this cast. i love elle and emmet’s noses By the way)

anyway, rant over. elle woods and emmet forrest. send post!

[twistedhypersonicnavigator]

Day 21: Road Trip

Ingo and Emmet hardly ever got out of the subway for some downtime. But once in a blue moon they got to go to the train expo. It traveled around the world so they would have to hop a train to wherever it was.

However this year the place they had it didn't have a train at all. So they had to rent a car and drive.

Both boys looked at the car that had their pieces of luggage in the trunk, their cooler full of drinks and sandwiches behind the seats. Both brothers looked at one another and then at the drivers seat.

"I'm driving, you suck. Get in." Emmet said. Ingo looked almost floored. Okay it was true he wasn't that good at driving, but Emmet was horrible.

Oh well...

Getting into the front seat meant that the passenger got to manage the radio...at least thats what their mother said since she was almost always the passenger and she got to play with the channels.

Which lead to many occasions of breaking into song. their father was horrible at it, and their mother sang in a high pitch, But together (and they didn't like to brag) they sang beautifully.

Which was where they found themselves right now. Singing to a bunch of songs as they were stuck in a traffic jam just outside of a city.

Just as they started the person in the car next to them began to sing too, turning up her radio. The boys chuckled before they realized just who it was.

"Elesa!!!" Ingo rolled down his window and leaned out the door.

"Heya beautiful what brings you out of Unova?"

"Modeling! I got a gig soon and I gotta get there with this stuff." She pointed to the trailer behind her.

"If this gridlock doesn't hurry up I'm going to scream." Elesa said

"To bad cars aren't as reliable as trains." Emmet put his chin on the steering wheel. Elesa sighed looking back at the road.

"I am...going to die of bor..." Emmet gasped hitting his head on the steering wheel. Ingo jumped forward.

Elesa panicked for a second there seeing both her friends lurch forward so hard. She turned to look at the man who looked almost to angry and didn't give care that he rammed his car into another one.

"Hey!" Elesa yelled.

"Shut up, and move your car!" Elesa watched as the man jumped out of his car to look at the damage. Ingo stepped out and looked at the man who jumped forward like he was going to punch Ingo. Ingo recoiled pulling his now injured brother behind him letting the man walk around the car.

"Ya'lls fault." He said with a sneer.

"I beg your pardon theirs just to many witnesses to prove otherwise." Elesa said as she got out too looking at the car. She put herself between the man and Ingo.

"So what...do you know who my dad it?" He asked.

"What? Didn't your mom tell you?" Elesa asked hearing Ingo and Emmet both snort trying not to laugh to loud. Elesa was good at playing with people like this.

"Your a little brat aren't you?" He asked reaching over grabbing bits of Elesa's shirt.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. this jacket costs more then your car." She pulled her jacket away and ran her fingers over it.

"looks like a normal winter coat to me."

"Shows what a fly boy with daddy issues you are." She said with an amused grin.

He went to grab her again only to hear three different pokeballs open on their own.

"I'd advice you to get back in your vehicle sir. Our pokemon don't like their partners being threatened." Ingo said as he ran his fingers over his partners metal arm.

The man flubbered for a moment before he did what he was told and got back into the car.

"Now lets look at that wound." Ingo ran his fingers through his brothers hair to get a better look at the lump.

[recursive360]

Auguries of Innocence

BY WILLIAM BLAKE

To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower 

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand 

And Eternity in an hour

A Robin Red breast in a Cage

Puts all Heaven in a Rage 

A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons

Shudders Hell thr' all its regions 

A dog starvd at his Masters Gate

Predicts the ruin of the State 

A Horse misusd upon the Road

Calls to Heaven for Human blood 

Each outcry of the hunted Hare

A fibre from the Brain does tear 

A Skylark wounded in the wing 

A Cherubim does cease to sing 

The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight

Does the Rising Sun affright 

Every Wolfs & Lions howl

Raises from Hell a Human Soul 

The wild deer, wandring here & there 

Keeps the Human Soul from Care 

The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife

And yet forgives the Butchers knife 

The Bat that flits at close of Eve

Has left the Brain that wont Believe

The Owl that calls upon the Night

Speaks the Unbelievers fright

He who shall hurt the little Wren

Shall never be belovd by Men 

He who the Ox to wrath has movd

Shall never be by Woman lovd

The wanton Boy that kills the Fly

Shall feel the Spiders enmity 

He who torments the Chafers Sprite

Weaves a Bower in endless Night 

The Catterpiller on the Leaf

Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief 

Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly 

For the Last Judgment draweth nigh 

He who shall train the Horse to War

Shall never pass the Polar Bar 

The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat 

Feed them & thou wilt grow fat 

The Gnat that sings his Summers Song

Poison gets from Slanders tongue 

The poison of the Snake & Newt

Is the sweat of Envys Foot 

The poison of the Honey Bee

Is the Artists Jealousy

The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags

Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags 

A Truth thats told with bad intent

Beats all the Lies you can invent 

It is right it should be so 

Man was made for Joy & Woe 

And when this we rightly know 

Thro the World we safely go 

Joy & Woe are woven fine 

A Clothing for the soul divine 

Under every grief & pine

Runs a joy with silken twine 

The Babe is more than swadling Bands

Throughout all these Human Lands

Tools were made & Born were hands 

Every Farmer Understands

Every Tear from Every Eye

Becomes a Babe in Eternity 

This is caught by Females bright

And returnd to its own delight 

The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar 

Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore 

The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath

Writes Revenge in realms of Death 

The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air

Does to Rags the Heavens tear 

The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun 

Palsied strikes the Summers Sun

The poor Mans Farthing is worth more

Than all the Gold on Africs Shore

One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands

Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands 

Or if protected from on high 

Does that whole Nation sell & buy 

He who mocks the Infants Faith

Shall be mockd in Age & Death 

He who shall teach the Child to Doubt

The rotting Grave shall neer get out 

He who respects the Infants faith

Triumphs over Hell & Death 

The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons

Are the Fruits of the Two seasons 

The Questioner who sits so sly 

Shall never know how to Reply 

He who replies to words of Doubt

Doth put the Light of Knowledge out 

The Strongest Poison ever known

Came from Caesars Laurel Crown 

Nought can Deform the Human Race

Like to the Armours iron brace 

When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow

To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow 

A Riddle or the Crickets Cry

Is to Doubt a fit Reply 

The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile

Make Lame Philosophy to smile 

He who Doubts from what he sees

Will neer Believe do what you Please 

If the Sun & Moon should Doubt 

Theyd immediately Go out 

To be in a Passion you Good may Do 

But no Good if a Passion is in you 

The Whore & Gambler by the State

Licencd build that Nations Fate 

The Harlots cry from Street to Street 

Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet 

The Winners Shout the Losers Curse 

Dance before dead Englands Hearse 

Every Night & every Morn

Some to Misery are Born 

Every Morn and every Night

Some are Born to sweet delight 

Some are Born to sweet delight 

Some are Born to Endless Night 

We are led to Believe a Lie

When we see not Thro the Eye

Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night 

When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light 

God Appears & God is Light

To those poor Souls who dwell in Night 

But does a Human Form Display

To those who Dwell in Realms of day

----------

Source: Poets of the English Language (Viking Press, 1950)

[clit-eastwood-spicy]

HIT US WITH 2, 3, 6 and 14 (i love music in relation to media sorry), 22, and 26 for SANJI don’t be shy

SKUHFSHFSDKUHF THANK YOU FOR THIS, I LOVE DOING THESE SO MUCH KSDHFSJDFHSKDFHSKJDF For Sanji this time <3 OKAY also I'll admit I've been reading a ton of fics / headcanons with him so my thoughts mix be a tad skewered with info but like I've so many good writings for Sanji, bless all the writers so much because aaaaaaaaaa <3 <3 2 - Honestly I kinda started falling for him when I saw some gifs of the "silly in love wiggle dance" shit he does (because lets face it, silly weirdo men is my jam and I need more of it always) but I also see him as a very passionate kinds guy and thats also such a wonderful trait <3 3 - OH THIS- I know I keep wanting to say some sort of food service (because ofc its the easiest vibe but I feel like thats too easy of an answer dskjufsdf) so I've been scratching my head thinking about it for a few mins but like I keep thinking he would work at like a womens shoe store or like a jewelry store or somewhere he'd be able to work and flirt skjdhf. I just imagine him being like "Oh, what a gorgous choice for a gorgous person like you, it works with your eyes so well!" or something like that sdkjfhsdf 6 - YET ANOTHER I HAVE NOT LISTENED TO / MADE A PLAYLIST FOR... Which is also surprising because I have a few for other characters / pairings dsjhfsjdfh. Buuuuuuut when I've been reading fics I've been listening to those "piano jazz" youtube playlist things and they just feel fitting somehow?? ksdjuhsd 14 - OKAY SO I LOOKED BACK THROUGH MY "MUSHY LOVE SONGS" STUFF ON MY SPOTIFY AAAAAAND- I decided to go with just the whole ass song for him of "I'm in the mood for love" by Julie London (it just has soft romance vibes and I see it as super fitting for him from what I've seen / read of him so far skudfsdkfh) 22 - Oooooo good question. Hmmmmmmm.... I keep thinking it would be fun to have him meet Ingo and Emmet from Pokemon but mostly because I think it would be interesting to see what kind of shenanigans Emmet and Sanji could get up to together. Though I also have like a fuckton of ocs so those could be extra fun too jsdhfshjf 26 - Aaaa okay so admittedly I am not fully aware of his past yet (but I've heard a few brief things here and there) so I'm gonna rework this a tad to go off of what I know about him - but but I feel like he might be the type that when he has too much time to think he sort of just sits alone while smoking and overthinks things he could have done better or ways he could have helped someone or a situation? He's got that kinda vibe and idk how to describe it skudhfsd

[deadeyes-o0]

Auguries of Innocence

By William Blake

To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour

A Robin Red breast in a Cage

Puts all Heaven in a Rage

A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons

Shudders Hell thr’ all its regions

A dog starvd at his Masters Gate

Predicts the ruin of the State

A Horse misusd upon the Road

Calls to Heaven for Human blood

Each outcry of the hunted Hare

A fibre from the Brain does tear

A Skylark wounded in the wing

A Cherubim does cease to sing

The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight

Does the Rising Sun affright

Every Wolfs & Lions howl

Raises from Hell a Human Soul

The wild deer, wandring here & there

Keeps the Human Soul from Care

The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife

And yet forgives the Butchers knife

The Bat that flits at close of Eve

Has left the Brain that wont Believe

The Owl that calls upon the Night

Speaks the Unbelievers fright

He who shall hurt the little Wren

Shall never be belovd by Men

He who the Ox to wrath has movd

Shall never be by Woman lovd

The wanton Boy that kills the Fly

Shall feel the Spiders enmity

He who torments the Chafers Sprite

Weaves a Bower in endless Night

The Catterpiller on the Leaf

Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief

Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly

For the Last Judgment draweth nigh

He who shall train the Horse to War

Shall never pass the Polar Bar

The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat

Feed them & thou wilt grow fat

The Gnat that sings his Summers Song

Poison gets from Slanders tongue

The poison of the Snake & Newt

Is the sweat of Envys Foot

The poison of the Honey Bee

Is the Artists Jealousy

The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags

Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags

A Truth thats told with bad intent

Beats all the Lies you can invent

It is right it should be so

Man was made for Joy & Woe

And when this we rightly know

Thro the World we safely go

Joy & Woe are woven fine

A Clothing for the soul divine

Under every grief & pine

Runs a joy with silken twine

The Babe is more than swadling Bands

Throughout all these Human Lands

Tools were made & Born were hands

Every Farmer Understands

Every Tear from Every Eye

Becomes a Babe in Eternity

This is caught by Females bright

And returnd to its own delight

The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar

Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore

The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath

Writes Revenge in realms of Death

The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air

Does to Rags the Heavens tear

The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun

Palsied strikes the Summers Sun

The poor Mans Farthing is worth more

Than all the Gold on Africas Shore

One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands

Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands

Or if protected from on high

Does that whole Nation sell & buy

He who mocks the Infants Faith

Shall be mockd in Age & Death

He who shall teach the Child to Doubt

The rotting Grave shall ne'er get out

He who respects the Infants faith

Triumphs over Hell & Death

The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons

Are the Fruits of the Two seasons

The Questioner who sits so sly

Shall never know how to Reply

He who replies to words of Doubt

Doth put the Light of Knowledge out

The Strongest Poison ever known

Came from Caesars Laurel Crown

Nought can Deform the Human Race

Like to the Armours iron brace

When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow

To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow

A Riddle or the Crickets Cry

Is to Doubt a fit Reply

The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile

Make Lame Philosophy to smile

He who Doubts from what he sees

Will ne'er Believe do what you Please

If the Sun & Moon should Doubt

Theyd immediately Go out

To be in a Passion you Good may Do

But no Good if a Passion is in you

The Whore & Gambler by the State

Licencd build that Nations Fate

The Harlots cry from Street to Street

Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet

The Winners Shout the Losers Curse

Dance before dead Englands Hearse

Every Night & every Morn

Some to Misery are Born

Every Morn and every Night

Some are Born to sweet delight

Some are Born to sweet delight

Some are Born to Endless Night

We are led to Believe a Lie

When we see not Thro the Eye

Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night

When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light

God Appears & God is Light

To those poor Souls who dwell in Night

But does a Human Form Display

To those who Dwell in Realms of day

Vision of the Last Judgement

By William Blake

[sikurasha]

This took me three hours. Thats a new record for me. Yippe

Anyway more Rin Emmet because im in love with the song daughter of evil 😍😍 its a bop fr

Theres not much else to say

[shadowfear-art]

what do you think toon!emmet sounds like? the voice i have for him is horse's talking tail from centaurworld. as for toon!ingo he probably sounds like elktaur from centaurworld in my mind! what do you think they sound like :O

LOL YES! I had the same thought with Toon Emmet! (Tho sometimes I envision him with B. Dylan Hollis's voice when cooking) While he can change his voice to sound higher thats what I imagine his natural voice would be like.

Also the whole song sequence would be human Emmet and toon Emmet's family dynamic, with some more sibling like fighting mixed in.

As for toon Ingo hmmm perhaps but it wouldn't be his real voice. His actual voice is deeper and almost echoing like, making him more intimidating when hes working in the shadows. So ye I see it.

Human Emmet has heard toon Ingos real voice.

[periwinklemeanderings]

Auguries of InnocenceBY

WILLIAM BLAKE

To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour

A Robin Red breast in a Cage

Puts all Heaven in a Rage

A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons

Shudders Hell thr' all its regions

A dog starvd at his Masters Gate

Predicts the ruin of the State

A Horse misusd upon the Road

Calls to Heaven for Human blood

Each outcry of the hunted Hare

A fibre from the Brain does tear

A Skylark wounded in the wing

A Cherubim does cease to sing

The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight

Does the Rising Sun affright

Every Wolfs & Lions howl

Raises from Hell a Human Soul

The wild deer, wandring here & there

Keeps the Human Soul from Care

The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife

And yet forgives the Butchers knife

The Bat that flits at close of Eve

Has left the Brain that wont Believe

The Owl that calls upon the Night

Speaks the Unbelievers fright

He who shall hurt the little Wren

Shall never be belovd by Men

He who the Ox to wrath has movd

Shall never be by Woman lovd

The wanton Boy that kills the Fly

Shall feel the Spiders enmity

He who torments the Chafers Sprite

Weaves a Bower in endless Night

The Catterpiller on the Leaf

Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief

Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly

For the Last Judgment draweth nigh

He who shall train the Horse to War

Shall never pass the Polar Bar

The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat

Feed them & thou wilt grow fat

The Gnat that sings his Summers Song

Poison gets from Slanders tongue

The poison of the Snake & Newt

Is the sweat of Envys Foot

The poison of the Honey Bee

Is the Artists Jealousy

The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags

Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags

A Truth thats told with bad intent

Beats all the Lies you can invent

It is right it should be so

Man was made for Joy & Woe

And when this we rightly know

Thro the World we safely go

Joy & Woe are woven fine

A Clothing for the soul divine

Under every grief & pine

Runs a joy with silken twine

The Babe is more than swadling Bands

Throughout all these Human Lands

Tools were made & Born were hands

Every Farmer Understands

Every Tear from Every Eye

Becomes a Babe in Eternity

This is caught by Females bright

And returnd to its own delight

The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar

Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore

The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath

Writes Revenge in realms of Death

The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air

Does to Rags the Heavens tear

The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun

Palsied strikes the Summers Sun

The poor Mans Farthing is worth more

Than all the Gold on Africs Shore

One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands

Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands

Or if protected from on high

Does that whole Nation sell & buy

He who mocks the Infants Faith

Shall be mockd in Age & Death

He who shall teach the Child to Doubt

The rotting Grave shall neer get out

He who respects the Infants faith

Triumphs over Hell & Death

The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons

Are the Fruits of the Two seasons

The Questioner who sits so sly

Shall never know how to Reply

He who replies to words of Doubt

Doth put the Light of Knowledge out

The Strongest Poison ever known

Came from Caesars Laurel Crown

Nought can Deform the Human Race

Like to the Armours iron brace

When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow

To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow

A Riddle or the Crickets Cry

Is to Doubt a fit Reply

The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile

Make Lame Philosophy to smile

He who Doubts from what he sees

Will neer Believe do what you Please

If the Sun & Moon should Doubt

Theyd immediately Go out

To be in a Passion you Good may Do

But no Good if a Passion is in you

The Whore & Gambler by the State

Licencd build that Nations Fate

The Harlots cry from Street to Street

Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet

The Winners Shout the Losers Curse

Dance before dead Englands Hearse

Every Night & every Morn

Some to Misery are Born

Every Morn and every Night

Some are Born to sweet delight

Some are Born to sweet delight

Some are Born to Endless Night

We are led to Believe a Lie

When we see not Thro the Eye

Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night

When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light

God Appears & God is Light

To those poor Souls who dwell in Night

But does a Human Form Display

To those who Dwell in Realms of day

Source: Poets of the English Language (Viking Press, 1950)

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43650/auguries-of-innocence

[dagdasgodslayer]

[Emmet's brother, huh? Getting a clear-as-day answer was surprisingly nice. Emmet was like a walking enigma; Nanashi briefly wondered if Ingo was the same way. They were twins, after all. On a positive note, his eagerness when referring to his brother was kind of sweet. It reminded Nanashi of himself and Asahi...funnily enough, they also referred to themselves as "twins." They weren't ( Nanashi was adopted ), but they were the same age and part of the same family. Therefore, twins.]

❝ So, yeah, he's also been living under a rock. Noted. Hey, I should introduce you to my own twin sometime. ❞ [Nanashi smiled for the first time throughout this conversation; it had been a long time since he'd gotten to brag about having a twin. Apparently, it never got old.]

[Emmet followed up with another comprehensive answer -- two in a row! What were the odds? -- but almost immediately threw another curveball. Yes, the Velvet Room was for demon fusion ( among other things ), but...what was that about "Persona"s?? A manifestation of one's inner self? Emmet had coupled the concept with that of personal demons, which was the only way Nanashi would have any chance of grasping this. He'd just pretend that these were a different subset of demons -- he wasn't about to give himself another headache over this.]

[Thankfully, Emmet's explanation of his guests and the world they inhabited was comprehensible. Nanashi had already theorized that Emmet might be from another dimension or world entirely, and this flat-out confirmed it. Emmet's ( or rather, his "passengers'" ) world wasn't "grungy;" it had a sun and a version of Tokyo ( or the Earth as a whole? ) that was completely intact. That should probably make Nanashi uneasy or jealous, but he was happy just to understand. For now, anyway.]

❝ Okay. I think I'm finally starting to get it. ❞ [Knock on wood.] ❝ So the Velvet Room is like a pocket dimension made for fusing demons...or Personas, I guess. You're from a totally different world, which is why you don't know anything about this one. Am I on the right track? ❞ [Ha.]

❝ By the way...grungy means "dirty." ❞

"Oh!!! Ingo is my brother!" He burst out, excitedly clapping his hands together as the smile on his face widened, glowing yellow eyes sparkling with joy. How had he not mentioned that yet? He loved talking about his twin brother. A slight pause before he continued in a more usual volume. "One of my brothers. My older brother." He corrected himself. Sorry, Theodore. "He works alongside me. He's my co-conductor. We're twins! So if by 'living under a rock' you mean 'stationed in the Velvet Room,' then yes. Ingo has also been living under a rock." To his knowledge, anyway. Maybe Ingo went on his own little adventures when Emmet and their passengers were away? The thought had never really occurred to him- he'd have to ask him about it sometime.

Wait, where was he, Nanashi was asking about something else before he'd asked about Ingo, right? He did his best to backtrack to the appropriate topic.

"The Velvet Room is for a lot of things! But fusion is one of its primary functions, yes. We assist our passengers with managing their personas- which I guess are sort of similar to to the concept of a personal demon! They're a manifestation of their users' inner self, buuut not in a malevolent way. At least not typically." He didn't bother to explain it any further than that, at least not for the time being. From what he understood, it was really rare for personas to rebel against their users and only happened under certain exact circumstances.

"Our current passengers are actually twins, too- Hilda and Hilbert. They're rrreally special! Their world is pretty different from this one, but not entirely." Even Emmet realised how confusing that must sound, and he took a while to think about how to explain it more properly, a long "mmmm" sort of noise leaving pursed lips as he stared back up at the dark sky (nearly tripping again in the process). "This is still Earth, rrright? Their world is Earth, too- just on a different track." A perfect, simple explanation- to Emmet, anyway. "And less ''grungy''." He enunciated the word in a way that made it clear he wasn't familiar with it, using his fingers to make air quotes as he spoke.

Maybe Nanashi's manifestation of the Velvet Room would resemble some kind of Japanese bathhouse or hot spring. That might be kind of fun. He definitely preferred the subway car overall, though.

[glitchotic]

heard ya have some lego movie headcanons (interested)

Ooughhhh i have soo manyyy.... for example this one's technically not a hc but does anyone else ride or die for fat/chubby emmet??? i mean i already always hc'd as being a bit overweight but adding on the fact that rex says hes "chiseled features were hidden under "baby fat"" just totally solidifies chubby emmet for me. additionally, people who are afraid to draw wyldstyle/lucy as buff make me sooo irritated especially in her apocalypse form like omfg theyre parodying mad max rn and you dont think shed be built like a brick house (no pun intended) rn? but okay sure. i guess you could make the argument of "well she needs to be sneaky and well hidden" as if her ex boyfriend isnt literally batman who is ripped and does that shit but i digress. i've discussed this in my benny/metalbeard post but metalbeard being a tech freak is mad underrated of a headcanon to me, i think him geeking out over new tech just makes so much sense to me bc i firmly believe metalbeard wants to have the most swashbuckling, most advanced pirate ship of the sea. especially considering when queen whatevra offered an entire planet sized ship for him and he added on things like a keyboard to his build and he just seems like hes always open to new technology and ideas. SPEAKING OF QUEEN WHATEVRA. technically more abt mayhem, i sooo hc her as being like a raver/kandi kid/scene girl type idk something abt her design to me screams "i listen to dj s3rl" I ALSO THINK SHE MIGHT HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH LUCYS ORIGIN BECAUSE HOW DID SHE KNOW HOW TO REMOVE THE SHARPIE FROM HER HAIR HRMMM?? PLUS THE FACT THE SYSTARIANS KNOW THAT POP MUSIC CAN AFFECT THE WAY PEOPLE THINK..... ADDITIONALLY THE DUPLONS SANG THE EVERYTHING IS AWESOME SONG........... MUCH TO THINK ABOUT HERE IS ALL IM SAYINNGGG... also i in general feel like no one talks abt mayhem/lucys relationship...... sorry but like tlm3 real needs to happen bc i want so desperately to see more of mayhem getting to know lucys story and being so invested and helping her heal and recover and full go back to her true self and ohgfggmmffg imaging how adorable the specialstyle interactions would be after emmet just being like "woagghh youre so beautiful" and shes like "this outfit is smaller than i remember..... kinda hurts"......... oh THIS ONEEE I NEVER SHUT UP ABT but UNIKITTYS CAT HALF IS A TIGER SHE IS HALF TIGER AND ULTRAKITTG IS PROOF!!! i think puppycorns dog half is a shiba cos of the curly little tail and his tendency to be air headed and goofy. i also think puppycorn and unikitty would b the type to use gen alpha slang to piss off master frown but thats me getting into my unikitty! headcanons lol.... ummmm .... i also really like audhd emmet and autistic benny but GUYSSS HEAR ME OUTTT SWEET MAYHEM GIRL AUTISM. think about it.... ermmm thats all i can think of rn i have more but its so hard to talk abt my hcs w out a specific prompt 💔😔

[yaoicarus]

More learemmets/bullettrain shipping PLUS i wanted to draw champion emmet by @betasuppe​ while looping feelin good cus i think thats his theme song

closeups below <3

[kagekitsuneoflight]

I have been lurking and eating Pokemon Legends Arceus content and I humbly offer you an AU idea of my own that I haven’t seen yet. And if it DOES exits then forgive me. And if this is incomprehensible forgive me again.

It essentially combines two things: one, that the Akari has a twin in Lucas, and that they can communicate telepathically with each other. Same goes for Ingo and Emmet.

Now both sets of twins have telepathy, but the connection is extremely spotty for both due to the whole separation by time and space. They have a maximum of an hour to communicate, if that. And usually, both siblings have to be reaching out to properly communicate (imagine the hell you experience when your twin has the chorus to a song you don’t like repeating in end otherwise). The kicker though, as Emmet and Lucas are spam calling their respective twin, is that both Akari and Ingo have amnesia. Twin? What twin. They just have a daily migraine for an hour. Nothing odd about that. Surely this is normal.

But here, Arceus is kind enough to be their phone operator and connect them after witnessing how badly Lucas starts to freak out. (no, it is not worried that Lucas can and will metaphorically kick its door down if he suspects something. (Get rek’d though Emmet. You don’t even know what an Arceus is.))

However, Arceus makes an oopsie. It’s not it’s fault though! It simply assumed that the similar colored souls would be twins! (So yeah, it is their fault).

Akari is ready to deal with her daily migraine. She’s got her strategy ready (ask her pokemon to faint her). Instead of a pounding headache, she gets “Brother please answer -stir left three times add- please answer- two cubes stir right ten times add cream-“ and she has to pause and blink. “Huh. Auditory hallucinations. I’m sure this is fine.” She gets the mental equivalent of a record scratch, before being flooded by a slew of questions in her mind. Questions like “what are you? You’re not my brother. What is this? Who are you? I am Emmet. I am not an auditory hallucination-“ and Akari, sensing an oncoming headache, goes “Yikes. Braviary use hypnosis.” And Emmet gets to see one of the weirdest fucking Braviary he’s seen before the connection cuts abruptly. He’s left reeling because hey what the fuck that’s just like when Ingo cuts off their twin telepathy??? And he’s back to trying to knock the telepathy door down.

Meanwhile Ingo, whos solution to the “painful headache” problem is to just get dog piled by baby sneasels and Ignore It. This time, he doesn’t get a headache. What he gets is “Dawn Dawn Dawn please please please please please-“ and as a baby lays on his face he can’t help but think. “Hm. Auditory Hallucinations are a sign of poor health. Perhaps I am poisoned?” He gets the mental equivalent of unsuspectingly walking into Cynthia’s beach house for the first time followed by “YOU’RE NOT MY SISTER”. But hey. At least they actually talk it out.

Now for some quick facts.

Dawn and Lucas are twins, but Akari is Dawn’s legal name. Johanna named Lucas, while their father named her Akari, after a distant relative. Dawn hated the name Akari since it made her stand out too much in her opinion, and went by Dawn instead. She forgot this fact about herself.

Emmet and Akari both communicate with words and images, while Lucas and Ingo almost exclusively use words. You would think that because of this Emmet would be the first to realize that his twin is in the past, but Akari keeps spamming hypnosis on herself, or is just too busy doing her best to Not Die. He gets too caught up in backseat driving to remember to actually ask questions.

She eventually realizes that his backseat driving is actually helpful, so she begrudgingly takes the time to sit and talk. She gets to talk about her funky uncle who’s eyes glow in the dark and Emmet is like “THATS MY BROTHER?!?!?!”

Meanwhile, Lucas asks about Dawn, and Ingo just says “sorry. I don’t know a Dawn.”

Emmet involves the one person he knows that loves history in his region because that can really help narrow down where his brother is and also Lenora would murder him.

Lucas does not involve Cynthia. Google is good enough.

Lucas is Bummed, but hey. This could still be a lead! He starts asking about Ingo’s life, Ingo says he’s the Warden to Lady Sneasler, and Lucas goes “alright. Pause. What’s a Sneasler?” And gets told about a tall purple and white weasel like Pokémon.

*one google later* “In hindsight I should have realized Sneasler would be an extinct Sneasel evolution.”

“Pardon. What do you mean extinct.”

Meanwhile, Emmet getting blasted with images of extinct Pokémon “could you look at the Liligant for a minute longer? Lenora will have my head if I cannot complete this sketch.” “Emmet it is trying to kill me.”

[waywardstation]

Yo I'm hoping on the train of thought au with this ask!(as I just read every ask on it as one does when you find something good)

The gang just acidently turns on the "triple that gum" song from inside out and its all they hear from the speakers in the next 8 cars

Thats it thats the ask were starting out simple

OK OP THIS IS REALLY FUNNY I looked up the scene and I imagine going through Ingo’s memories, specifically songs stuck in his head, would go just like the first scene in this video

Akari: “The song from the gum commercial?”

MG Emmet: “you know sometimes I send that one up to headquarters for no reason! It plays in a Ingo’s head over and over again like a million times! Let’s watch it again!”

The song starts playing again and MG Emmet is singing along with it.

“What do you think, should we do it?” MG asks, giggling, but he doesn’t wait for a response. He starts the memory up and lets it play again.

Outside, Ingo just had that terribly annoying song pop into his head once again for the 12th time that week.

[swtki]

Dancing Days - Edward Cullen x Reader Smut

Anonymous said: 19&24 on edward smut? love ur writing!

A/N: Thank you so much :) also I’m so happy everyone is h*rny for Eddy. I decided I want to explore more period times with Edward, changing his persona in a certain decade, but still ultimately being in the same universe as cannon. This will play into the readers character a tad bit.

WARNINGS: 18+ CONTENT, SWEARING, S*X, VAMPIRES, ORAL SEX (MALE RECIEVING), VIRGIN! EDWARD, NON VIRGIN READER, GENDER NEUTURAL READER, MENTIONS OF WAR AND DEATH. 

19: “Fuck me like you want people to know”.

24. “Thing is, I’m a virgin”. 

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I brushed my hair into its usual part, making sure I looked flawless. The year was 1976, I was a senior in Highschool. It was a wonderful time to be a teenager, no longer afraid that my friends would die in Vietnam. Even in my dinky little Washington town, the culture was becoming our own. 

The Led Zeppelin record playing on my record player stopped suddenly, alerting me that I was no longer alone in my room. I turned, my expression soft as I saw my boyfriend, Edward.

“Whats up with you and this album? Everytime I come in, its always House of Th Holy on repeat.” I rolled my eyes, lifted the record in question off of the tray, and put it back snuggly in its case. 

“I can’t help it, Ed. Robert just speaks to me. I’m sure you’re like that with Louis Armstrong.” I waved my hand, walking back to my mirror to finish getting ready. 

“Maybe, but the music you listen to it’s...” Edward paused for a moment, sitting on my bed. “It’s suggestive, Y/N.” I turned to him, my eyebrow raised.

“Suggestive? What’s that supposed to mean?” I placed my hands on my hips, and waited for him to explain.

“Well, for one that one song says ‘Sipping booze’, I quite think that is blatant alcohol reference.” I looked at him, dumbfounded. Then, I started to laugh, and I walked over to him. Instinctually, he pushed his head into my chest, enjoying the comfort it brought him. 

“I love you, but god are we from two different Mars.” He chuckled, sending a rumble through my chest.

At school, I was an average kid. Fair grades, many friends, many ex friends. When Edward was paired up with me in math, I got through his cold, stone skin. At first, he was annoyed when I would fuck off, leaving him to do the work himself. Understandable, and once I realized how rude I was, I stopped. I talked to him, prodded him truthfully. I would ask him once we started dating if he had noticed me previously, because I had never noticed him. 

“Yes, I noticed that you were the only one who didn’t acknowledge me. Ironic I guess.” 

A year into our relationship, I would never let him go unnoticed. We walked the halls, hand in hand. Our outlooks were so different when it came to life. He was modest, I was free spirited. Edward was different from my boyfriends previously, I didn’t want to fuck things up, and I refused to even risk it. 

School went slowly that day, possibly because my head was focused on what I would ask Edward, my boyfriend of one year, about sex. About us and sex. 

I hadn’t told him that I wasn’t a virgin, I was worried he would only want a virgin girl, after all they can never look at you disappointed and say “I’ve had better.” A definite plus. Many a nights I tried to imagine him, moaning completely under my control. I wanted him, but I didn’t know if he wanted me. Surely in 50 years he had found a good fuck. I worried that he would be into someone else, forever tied to a vampiress. 

The end of the school day couldn’t have come sooner, my anxiety rising as I got into Edwards car, starting a long silent car ride. I tried to keep my mind off of it, an attempt to avoid the conversation until we were at my house. I kept my mind busy with the lush scenery outside of the passenger side window. 

“So... I know you want to ask me, and I know the answers to what I would ask you.” He said blatantly, putting the car in park outside my front lawn. 

“I don’t wanna talk out here Ed, lets go inside.” I swung my bag onto my shoulder. Thats the thing with Edward, I never have to say anything, just as long as I think it. 

My house was empty, making it easy for Edward to follow me upstairs to my room. I shut my door behind us, then turned to him. Unsure of what to say, I breathed in deeply.

“How long have you known that I wasn’t...you know?” He smiled, sitting on my plush navy sheets. 

“Y/N, I knew before I met you what I was getting into. Your ex had a lot of thoughts about that one night where you guys-” 

“Oh my god okay ew.” A blush rose upon my face, and I saw Edward laugh as he watched my body fill with embarassment. “Well why didn’t you say something?” I asked.

“I figured if it needed to be brought up, it would be. You and I aren’t exactly a physical couple so I didn’t worry too much.” I walked over to my bed, taking a seat next to him.

“I see...I mean it wouldn’t be a big deal for me so if you want to...” I bit my lip at him, his gaze turned to the other direction.

“Thing is, I’m a virgin.” My expression went from a seductive look, to a puzzled one. I wondered if I had heard him correctly. “I’m old school, Y/N. It wasn’t like how it is now when I was human. People didn’t just have sex in highschool, unless they were married because the man was off to war. So, it hasn’t been on the menu for me. You’re the first girl I’ve dated in fifty years, you know. And no, there was no vampiress or anything.” I smiled.

“Well, I don’t wanna scare you or push it or anything. It’s just you know-” 

“You want to touch me, to be touched by me.” his eyes trailed back to mine, looking deep into my soul.

“Yes, I want you, Edward.” I pressed my lips to his, pulling away jut as it got intense. I could feel his disappointment. “I want to...but I can’t let you down. Tomorrow night. I’ll call you and we can talk about everything we want out of it, I’ll give you a fucking fairytale, my love” I chuckled.

I called him that night as I had said I would. We talked about my first time, and everything I liked, followed by what he had seen on video, what he wanted to try, and his fears.

“I don’t want to kill you, darling.” He said.

“Then don’t. I won’t let you.” He laughed at me, enjoying my lack of seriousness.

The next night rolled along with a quick pace. I looked at the clock and saw that it was time for me to start getting ready. 

I made myself look simple, a small bit of makeup and hair product, but otherwise just a tank top and jeans. Sometimes, dating an old fashioned guy was a pain in the ass. Always complaining about suggestive behavior. But other times, my shoulders counted as being half nude.

“You look stunning, as per usual.” Edward said, stepping into my room. He was tense and barely moved. “I don’t know what to do..what usually happens with it if I’m not the one doing everything.”

If he had any blood flow, he would have been blushing right about then.

“We don’t have to do anything you know. We can just lay down and watch a movie if you want to, I just want to make you happy, Edward.” I walked over to him and put a strand of his messy auburn hair behind his ear. Without hesitation, he pressed his forehead to mine.

“I want to, thats the part that’s been eating me away ever since I met you. I want to make you feel good, I just don’t know if I’ll lose it and-“ I cut him off with a kiss.

“Even if you break my pelvis into pieces, I’ll still be happy. I’m always happy when I’m with you.” we both smiled, and suddenly the thick tension that once filled the room vanished. “I’ll take care of you tonight, just as long as you’re doing it for you. I just need to know you’re doing this for you, and you need to be sure you wont roll over afterwards and hate me.” I said, my hand clasped in his marble one.

“I want you, Y/N. I have no doubts that I’ll want you afterwards, too.”

I pushed his head down, level to my own. Our kiss was deep, filled with a years worth of hunger. My hands tugged on his hair, making him whimper. Suddenly, I felt my feet lift off the ground as Edward carried me to my bed. With a soft thump, the plush sheets surrounded my body. It was a contrast of warmth on my back, and Edwards cool body on my top.

His hands were balled into fists, clutching my duvet as if his life depended on it. I pulled away, panting for air.

“Sorry, I forget you need air.” He smirked. I rolled my eyes in response.

“Well, its a shame you don’t. Because I intend on taking your breath away.” we both made small laughs at my remark.

“What now?” He looked at me for guidance.

“Get on your back.” I said.

We switched positions, he was now on the bottom. My legs straddled his torso, I sight he visably enjoyed. I slithered my hands up to his head, cupping his face as I kissed him again. My left hand left its post, reaching down to the buttons on his shirt.

I paused, looking up at him once I got to the last button.

“Does it...work like normal or...” He threw his head back and laughed.

“It doesn’t have spikes, I can assure you its just like a humans. But Emmet did tell me to pull out so...I’m kind of worried about the implications of that but-“ I leaned down to shut him up with a kiss.

His hands were still at his side, resting on the bed. I picked up his wrists, and placed them on the side of my thighs. He squeezed them lightly.

My hands roamed over his bare chest, cool to the touch. I lached my lips onto his neck, causing his back to arch below me. I could feel his excitement beneath me, it gave me a big self esteem boost. His hand reached along my waist, tugging at my shirt. His eyes lit up at the sight of my bare chest. He reached for me but I pulled away to slide down onto my knees.

He looked confused, like I had left him high and dry.

“Sit on the edge.” I said softly, my knees burning slightly due to the rough carpet underneath them.

He rid himself of the unbottoned shirt, slidding over to me once finished. My hands slowly stroked his thighs, he was desperate for some type of touch.

I smiled, tugging on his belt until it came undone. He stayed silent, looking at me like I was the only thing in the world. I unbottoned the trousers, tugging on them. He kicked them off and was left in his breifs.

“Is it okay if I..” I looked up at him and he nodded frantically. I palmed him over his underwear, feeling how hard he had gotten from kissing. My fingers latched onto the waist band, pulling them down to reveal a pale yet pink cock. It wasn’t too big, but deffinitley satisfactory. I ran my finger over the tip, earning a small groan from the vampire. My eyes trailed up to him, so I could see him when I took him in my mouth.

He let out a breathy moan, eyes focused on my mouth. His lips were parted ever so slightly. I bobbed my head, and grotesquely sexual sounds arose from my throat. I felt Edward move a strant of hair out of my face, he looked at me like I was a god.

“Fuck..Y/N if you keep doing that there wont be anything for you, dear” He said in a breathy moan. I pulled back, my mouth feeling sore and tired. “Do you still want to?” He asked, grasping his hands on my waist.

“Yes, I fucking need you.” I threw off my jeans, I would worry about finding them later, I needed him. He layed back down, propping his head up on my pillows. Our lips collided in another kiss as I leveled myself with him.

“Are you sure?” I ask him, stroking his hard member.

“I’m sure.” He pecked my lips again as I got ontop of his lean figure. I spat in my hand, lubing up my needy hole.

“How do you want me to do this? I mean like slow? What do-“ He said with genuine worry.

“Fuck me like you want people to know” I whispered, “ Fuck me like you want the entire neighborhood to know that I’m yours and yours only.”

“I can make that happen, love.” He flipped me over, now being back to where we first started. He lined up his cock with my hole, running it around the tight area. I put my fingers in his hair, making a slight tug as he pushed into my body.

Pleasure filled my body as he filled me up, his cock stretched my insides in the right ways. Without pausing, he started to push his hips into mine, making sure not to hurt me.

He reached down to suck on my neck, adding to the pornagraphic moans in the room. My hands travled to his back, scratching my nails down the cold stone like skin. His moans echoed in my ear.

“Y/N, I can’t be on top I’m going to crush you” I laughed at him, tapping his side so he fell onto the bed. I swung my legs over him, sitting on his perfect cock.

“Perfect, fucking amazing.” He said as I steady myself onto him. His face was in a euphoric expression, the most relaxed I had ever seen him.

I began to rock my hips, sliding him in and out of me. His hands grabbed onto my hips, guiding me. Everything was a euphoric experience. My gut filled with that wonderful sensation.

“Edward I’m gonna cum, oh my god” I moaned out, picking up my pace.

Suddenly, the world went still. My eyes went black and I saw stars as my orgasm washed over me. My moans echoed in the room as my body twitched. A few thrusts up into my body and Edward pulled out of me, rubbing his cum out onto his hand.

I layed there panting while he sped to the bathroom, and came back with a clean cloth, wiping down my body. He put the cloth down, pulling up his underwear and handing me mine. I slipped the fabric on, slipping under the covers.

“Get in here, I wanna kiss you”

He laughed, obeying and slipping beside me. Our lips reunited in a soft clash.

“I love you so much, dear.”