#CYNIC

[thepersonalquotes]

Never, ever, let anyone tell you what you can and can't do. Prove the cynics wrong. Pity them for they have no imagination. The sky's the limit. Your sky. Your limit. Now. Let's dance.

Tom Hiddleston

[esoteric-aesthetic-lyrics]

Plasticine - Placebo

[asphyxiating-endless-darkness]

Cynic

Somewhere in Europe

Death - Human tour 1992

posted by Cynic

[lost-carcosa]

Hence the custom among the Scythians of plucking out a cynic's eyes to improve his vision.

Ambrose Bierce ~ The Devil's Dictionary, 1911

[crmsnmth]

Misanthropic

Everyone warns me, don't tempt fate But I say, fuck that, fates always gets its way If where I'm going is where I'm going And if there's nothing, I can do to change that Then I'm going out just like a star And I'm going to take this whole damn planet out with me

[quotelr]

Never, ever, let anyone tell you what you can and can't do. Prove the cynics wrong. Pity them for they have no imagination. The sky's the limit. Your sky. Your limit. Now. Let's dance.

Tom Hiddleston

[necessary-quotation-marks]

I’m a cynic. And a cynic is a romantic who’s scared to hope.

Emily Henry (Funny Story)

[wisteriasymphony]

Can you draw a full body image of both Cynique and Cynic.

I am working on a better/updated version (including all the androgynous, masc!cynic and fem!cynic/cynique version of our favorite girlypop), but in the meantime this is an old ref sheet of cynic's hero form!

I will say that, in other incarnations, I'll try to lean closer in to the more dusky browns of real life coyotes in other designs (Karra's signature color isn't really truly 'gray', that's just often what you get when you mix all of her true form/alebrije form colors into a guinea-pig sized container), but for Claudia specifically, she is always some version of warm gray (usually to contrast with Adrien/Chat's cool grays)

All of the rectangles/holsters on her knees, thighs and upper arms were meant to be holsters for her various combat knives, by the way. In the updated ref I'll make sure to point these out better (and... well.. draw them better too). The knife holsters are slowly becoming less of a necessary part of the design, though, as I feel like it would also be neat if she just pulled all of them out of her vest rather than just some of them.

[hunterofdeer]

How to Avoid Killing Yourself in Appalachia

“WHERE WILL YOU SPEND ETERNITY? HEAVEN OR HELL” 

- Overly inquisitive billboard

Abandoned houses are either smothered by kudzu leaves, pillaged for their dogwood, or turned into cheapjack meth labs. Each storefront, if it isn’t permanently closed, is HIRING! in bold red font. People wave politely and bake pies for each other, and on Sundays, local chapels are like sardine cans. They pray for good times and good health, but someone later whispers that their bright-eyed neighbor passed. Never died. Passed.

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[rockingreads]

Jeff Wagner: Mean Deviation: Four Decades of Progressive Heavy Metal (2010)

With Mean Deviation: Four Decades of Progressive Heavy Metal, my homie Jeff Wagner wrote the definitive treatise on the genre for all of those who like to use their brains, as well as their brawn ...

Having been dismissed by haughty, short-sighted critics as music for morons when Black Sabbath first walked the Earth (*), heavy metal has always been the Rodney Dangerfield of music genres: fighting against "No respect!" from day one.

But this perception surely contributed to the rise of increasingly cerebral metal bands over the ensuing decades: starting modestly via nerdy '70s precursors like King Crimson and Rush, before exploding through '80s champions like Queensrÿche, Fates Warning, Celtic Frost, and even the essential if almost unlistenable Watchtower. (**)

The genre's floodgates truly opened in the '90s and beyond, as progressive tendencies infiltrated every other metallic sub-genre (thrash, death metal, black metal, metalcore, etc.) through the efforts of groups like Death, Dream Theater, Voivod, Coroner, Atheist, Arcturus, Cynic, Sigh, Therion, Opeth, and so many more.

Jeff clarifies all this with the diligence and intellect demanded by the art form, but none of the torture often associated with it; turning this most challenging fusion of music and lyrics into an accessible, entertaining, and obviously adventurous history.

* Once those early Sabs LPs attained belated cult status, many of these same critics would spend the rest of their careers awkwardly recanting or justifying this position vs. their glorification of similarly savage acts like The Stooges and the MC5

** Jeff cites a perfect description for this dichotomy, not uncommon among the most daring but also reckless prog-metal explorers: "[Watchtower's music] is brilliant, completely fucking amazing … and I never want to hear it again!"

Featured Records:

Watchtower: Energetic Disassembly (1986)

Fates Warning: Awaken the Guardian (1986)

Queensrÿche: The Warning (1984)

Voivod: Angel Rat (1991)

Dream Theater: Awake (1994)

Buy from: Amazon

[writingthroughthenight]

Love being like a fire makes a lot of sense.

It sucks your oxygen away and leaves you empty.

[formulas-fatal-to-your-mom]

[esoteric-aesthetic-lyrics]

No Shoes in the Coffee Shop (Or Socks) - Hot Mulligan

[factual-flittermouse]

Earlier today, I saw something about how we become the people we wish had been there to help us when we needed it most.

It’s a nice thought. Poetic. Yet, some half-hardened and critical piece of me can’t help but think of all the people I know or know of who become the cause of the same desperate situation that had faced. I think of those who say “I didn’t receive help, so why should anyone else?”

Our challenges and setbacks turn to strengths and triumphs, but how strong do we really need to be?

There are two wolves here. Which will you feed?

[rastronomicals]

12:57 AM EST December 21, 2024:

Cynic - "How Could I" From the album Focus (September 14, 1993)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Vocoder Metal

[crmsnmth]

Untitled #74

Sixteen year old me would be very frustrated with 36 year old me He'd wonder why I'm sitting out the fight He'd be afraid the emptiness within my eyes He'd call me a coward, and a failure And I'd nod along with him Because he isn't wrong He'd be disappointed at the fact I'm still alone and that I'm still living in my mom's house in the same slanted ceiling bedroom I'd spent most of my youth in. I am everything teenage me would hate

Twenty-six year old me would hate 36 year old me with passion And I don't blame him He had it all in his winds, and was on the top of the world but I crushed everything to dust and let it scatter into the cold waters of Lake Michigan He'd hate this apathetic world view He wears the black uniform Anarchy costume parties I am everything the best version of me despises.