#Run for the hills Dream
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windsweptinred · 2 years ago
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"Notable predecessors of the Raven are Lucien, who was the first Raven, and Aristeas of Marmora, Jessamy, Francois, Jehuda, Vivien, Ming-Ti, Dechtire, and Hatshepsut. After Matthew, Daniel enlists Tethys, a deep-sea creature who had dreamed of the surface world,to serve him as a White Raven."
Wait, wait, wait, back up.. Hatshepsut. THE Hatshepsut! Egyptian female Pharoah BAMF. What the flip did that relationship play like?!
Dream: Hatshepsut tell Lucienne...
Hatshepsut: You may address me as Your Majesty or Ruler of Rulers.
Dream: I am your Master..
Hatshepsut: I've felled lesser men then you, you stroppy little sand kitten!
Dream: You will address me with respect!
Hatshepsut: You'll earn it you scant shadow of an obelisk.
Dream:.... Would the Foremost of Noble Ladies be inclined to deliver a message to Lucienne?
Hatshepsut: With greatest possible respects, from one monarch to another... Go f**K yourself... Sir.
Can we get her out of the Raven retirement home to be Hob's raven? The actual savagery of that tag team would be beyond the realms of brilliant!
Dream: Hob, my guiding light. I know I said you could choose any raven. But must it be that one?
Hob: Are you joking Dream, she's a feminist icon. A wonder of her times. It's truly my privilege and honour!
Hatshepsut: Thank you for your humbling words most kind and wise love of the Dream King.
Dream: Greetings Hatshepsut
Hatshepsut: If it isn't the very essence of Ras rays himself! Descended from on high to illuminate my life once more with his bright and glorious disposition.
Dream: (Looks at Hob) Are you smirking?
Hob: (Blatantly smirking) You wound me love. Ofcourse not.
Hatshepsut: (Identical smirk in Egyptian girl boss raven.)
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hiding-under-the-willow · 4 months ago
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Had a. very silly au idea while I was sick
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katebushsource · 5 months ago
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Kate Bush, The Ninth Wave (1985)
Photographed by John Carder Bush
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joehills · 1 year ago
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I was having Decked Out dreams for phases 1–3, but since phase 4 started, things got weird.
Last night, I dreamt we were setting up camp in a public park on Gibraltar when there was a deafening boom as a British Naval cannon absolutely destroyed a fallen tree nearby. We were immediately screamed at to get indoors because “the monkeys were sick.”
Some random locals let us stay with them and said that this just happened sometimes and we’d be fine if we stayed inside.
Out the windows, cargo ships were visibly sinking and their goods were falling into the sea. We were asked to stay away from the windows.
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brainworms-all-night-long · 2 months ago
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Jumpscares you, it is brothers angst time >:]
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Part one: Outsider's interference
Once upon a time Two brothers left all of their suffering behind A little smile Oh brother join me, please just stay a while — [Under the apple tree | original song by xXtha on YT]
The portal closed and Dream was left there standing on the green grass alone. 
The fox's words took hold in his mind and finally allowed him to connect the loose pieces of a puzzle already he had already mostly solved, but stayed in futile denial over what it formed.
Something in the hedgehog cracked.
The entire village be damned, this is his little brother we're talking about, and Dream just had enough of cleaning and dressing the endless wounds the younger gets when he "trips and falls" because he knows for sure Night barely leaves the damned tree anyway. 
The tree.
Dream looked up at the hill. The tree's unmistakable might loomed over him with the duo color of apples shining just like the stars above, hundreds of tiny specks of light blending into the vast void.
There was guilt for the disdain he began to feel when pointing to it as the only reason he was stuck here, but he let it fester anyway. If anything, it helped him steel his resolve. There was a very loose plan held trapped at the back of his head since he saw a scratch on Night's face he didn't see happen when they were playing for the first time, and perhaps it would be partial to revisit it.
Thoughts of running away and making his home wherever and whenever he wanted that used to be but a distant daydream now felt tangible, and he grabbed onto them.
The hedgehog wasn't even sure why though. Today was barely any different than yesterday in terms of routine, could the traveler fox really have left such an impact? Was it the confirmation of all his worries by an unknown outsider to their situation? Being able to see that yes, getting out of here is possible? That there exists someone out there who can come an go as they please with no responsibility tying them down?
Dream envied him. 
Being able to come and go not just within the same world but to others as well whenever he felt like it was something he'd let his arm be cut off for. He hoped the fox enjoys his travels.
Speaking of limbs though, the guardian's legs were already halfway to where his barely thought through plan had led him, his head finally catching up.
Leaving the tree unguarded is something he couldn't do, and picking all of the apples would simply be too time consuming and there were but few hours left until dawn.
There was no question of waiting until tomorrow least he chickens out and lets his brother get hurt again.
It simply couldn't be allowed to go on for any longer. His mother must forgive him for this, but it's for Night's and his own good. 
The destination of his unconvincing conviction was the always halfway opened window of the seamstresses' shop that he snuck through. There, he grabbed a bigger bag for himself and stuffed it with a pair of ordinary clothes and boots that would loosely fit the two of them.
They couldn't function on just one set out in the wild that was for sure, even if their clothes were magic or whatever. Variety was the spice of life as they say.
After leaving a few rings on the counter and making sure he kept as quiet as possible, he slid the window into the position it was before disturbed and thanked for Saturn not being outright on the reception table as she sometimes favors being.
With the bag over his shoulder, he ran to the back of Oakley's, where the carpenter was sure to keep his heavier, more dangerous woodworking tools. 
After almost knocking down a set of planks, Dream found what he was looking for. 
Grabbing the axe's handle and using one leg for support, he wrestled it out of the scarred stump and gave a long pacing exhale.
All necessary things acquired, Dream ignored his heart beating in his throat while making his way uphill. 
He reached for the closest apples with the full intent of placing them along with the clothes into the bag.
He never saw them decay or be damaged by any means your average apple would, and while he also wasn't exactly privy to how the whole "emotional balance" thing worked, two of each should be enough right? Before he even managed to touch one of the apples though, he felt blue eyes intently staring at him.
"What are you doing?" 
Night was peering at him from one of the thick branches with a suspicious expression.
Dream didn't answer as he ripped the golden fruit off the branch and threw it into the open bag.
"Where's Nine, what are you doing?" 
The fox hopped down, asking more insistently this time, exchanging bewildered glances between Dream and the tree. 
"He left. And we're about to as well." 
Internally cursing himself, Dream went to pull on another apple.
He should've known that he'd have to get through to Night on this first, and explain his point of view. Maybe they should've pre-planned something. But it was whatever now, too late.
"What's gotten into you what-" 
The fox grabbed onto his hand to stop him, but all it did was pluck the fruit right off its stem as Dream refused to let go of it.
Night grasped and immediately took a step back. The hedgehog resumed his work towards the other side of the tree as if that distraction didn't even happen, with the younger trailing behind.
"We are not allowed to pick the apples for no reason Dream, stop!"
He flailed his arms around, trying to place himself between his brother and the next fruit in his crosshairs, but was effortlessly pushed away. 
It was when the hedgehog went for the dark apple he realized one of the (very definitely many) holes in his plan.
It was said they cannot interact with the apples from their opposite side but Dream never bothered to come up with or figure out a reason why. It unfortunately became abundantly clear that if he touches one, it changes color, therefore nullifying the whole balance aspect.
"Dream!!" 
Night all but screamed to get his brother's attention, only for the hedgehog to click his tongue and turn to him with a frown.
"What, I think it's pretty obvious what I'm doing here." Time for plan B then. "But I'll need your help, so go grab two apples from your side of the tree and a your books into this bag." He nonchalantly motioned his hand and the bag swung gently with its weight.
"What do you mean we're about to leave- and why did you bring an axe!?" 
The kit exclaimed, pointing behind them where the tool stood stuck in the ground for later use.
Dream grit his teeth. Not out of anger, he could never be angry at the little fox, especially not when he was right. But this... complicated things.
He needs the other on his side as quickly as possible if they want to disappear before the dawn, but something told him that is gonna be near impossible to accomplish in amount of time.
Dream sighed, those baby blue eyes looking at him with all the confusion and ferocity in the world as he gently placed his hand on the little guardian's shoulder.
"Look." The hedgehog started slowly. He could at least try, "Neither me nor you are happy in here. There's no point in staying. So I'm taking the apples and we're leaving." 
"Leaving? But, but to where?" Nightmare insisted pushing his brother's hand away, with his confusion quickly morphing into fear, "We can't just leave the tree here, you know that! You're not gonna cut it down, are you?"
Dream was silenced quickly. Yes. Yes, that was the plan. And the reasoning for the plan.  
He tightened his brushed off hand into a fist and looked away.
It sounded completely outlandish when said out loud by someone else outside of his head though, and he found himself hesitating.
But he always hesitated, always put things off for later, and always let others have a say in what he does. 
And he was tired of that. Tired of himself for being like that.
He hates that it's his little brother of all people that has to suffer his newfound stubbornness first, but it has to start somewhere, no? 
"I know we can't just leave it standing while we're no longer here to guard it, but we also don't have time or a way to just take every single apple off and take it with us, so I'm doing the second best thing." He could at least explain his reasoning. "We can't stay here anymore, I can't allow them to hurt you again."
Night's ears dropped flat against his head with tails curling around his legs. The hedgehog found it impossible to keep his aloof attitude up.
"You can't just cut down the tree! That's- you realize that would kill our mother right?"
Dream refused to phrase it like that at any point in his head, yet the other served it to him as bluntly as possible. 
And again. The distraught fox was right.
The guardian sucked in a deep breath.
Quite frankly, he didn't see a difference between the tree standing and it being down in regards to his mother's influence. If anything he barely heard her anymore, and she definitely didn't do anything to protect Night while he was away, so it really wasn't hard to come to terms with it.
She felt pretty much dead to him for a long time. 
"I know. But if I had to choose between seeing you smile genuinely again, just once, or sitting idly underneath that stupid tree while being eaten alive by the itch of being literally anywhere else but here, I think the answer is obvious." 
Dream was unable to meet his brother's face anymore, this whole ordeal turning out to be much heavier than he could ever expect being. 
The one thing turning out exactly how he predicted though, was Night not being convinced in the slightest.
"Stop! Did you think about the consequences of this, like at all!? What if the apples we take will rot anyway once the tree is cut, what if we die if the tree does, what if it can't even be cut with a regular axe, what if- what-" The kit stammered, so many thoughts swarming and falling over each other in that big little head of his as he tried to wrap it around his brother's seemingly sudden 180°.
He was always such a worry wart, going over and catastrophizing any and all possibilities, and normally Dream would find it endearing, jokingly wave him off, assure him all would be alright eventually. But now he wasn't so sure of it himself
"Why are you just so ok with cutting it down in the first place!?" 
Nightmare finally barked out, and while his concerns were justified, Dream couldn't afford them.
Maybe he shouldn't have been burdened with such a responsibility in the first place, then. If it was so easy for him to flip on his duty. Did anyone ask him if he wanted it? No. So why should he have to get permission to rid of it.
"Maybe not, but tell me, do you feel happy here. Like, at all? Getting kicked around like a play ball and then having a blackeye for seven days while hiding in the tree? Where you won't even talk to me? Where you keep lying to my face for no reason?" 
The last question appeared to shoot right through Night's heart and the hedgehog regretted the irritated tone that seeped into his words. Unfortunately that didn't even scratch the surface of how he felt about his brother closing off to him at every turn.
Night grabbed onto the cape draped around his shoulders and shook his head.
"Well, obviously not... b-but! This is our only home! And where would we even go, we can't just leave to nowhere."  
Suddenly, the little guardian's face lit up with a realization.
"Wait. He told you, didn't he. That's why you're–" 
"That the villagers are relentlessly bullying you behind my back?" Dream tried to not let it get to him, the fact that his brother was more willing to confide in a stranger he knew for a couple of hours instead of him, "Don't worry I already knew, and trust that I feel horrible and like an idiot for not doing anything about it sooner. But hey, better late than never Eh?" that they barely talked to each other anymore.
He shrugged at the end, trying to shake off some of the icy sweat trickling through his bristled spines and fur. He felt sick just thinking about it, let alone hearing himself admit it out loud like that.
He needed this to be over already. 
"You can't be serious." 
His brother's demeanor completely dropped after that. 
There was no winning him over it seemed, (not that he was in any place to try and be convincing) so Dream used that as a convenient punctuation point for him to go get the axe. 
"I am. And we're also running out of time, so if you'd just pack your things and let me do my thing, we'll be up over and gone sooner than later."
He gripped the handle, the tool much heavier in his hand than it was before and he turned back to face his brother.
"No. I won't let you go through with this." 
Dream staggered, the little guardian stood before the tree, one hand gripped the cape closed over his chest and the other held protectively outstretched in front of the tree.
"I'm doing this for us Night. For you. I can't let us stay here anymore."
Dream said through his teeth, fighting back the burn behind his eyes.
"We'll why are you pointing an axe at ME then huh? 'Doing it for me', you weren't even meaning to TELL me before it was already DONE AND OVER!" 
The fox yelled, steadily losing his own battle with years as they welled up, no matter how hard he tried to he tried to shake them away and keep up his resolute stance.
Dream's mouth grew to a thin line, grip on the handle as strong as he could hold, yet the thing began to slip through his fingers anyway. 
"Night please–" 
"You're doing this just for your own selfish sake. We are supposed to GUARD the tree, that's why we were born, and you're here just–" 
The hedgehog sneered.
"So you'd rather be bullied to death here than make one leap of faith and a sacrifice?"
Nightmare sucked in a shaky breath, looking behind him, down the hill, and then back at his brother while barely moving his head as the tears pushed over the edge and cut through the fur on his muzzle. 
"Y-yes."
Dream grimaced, trying and failing to swallow a thick lump of saliva clogging his throat. Or maybe it was his actual heart up there. Who could tell at this point.
"You don't mean that."
The little fox shook like a leaf, staring daggers into his brother's shoes.
"We were born to do this Dream, we- we can't–"
"We can't just keep waiting for one of us to drop dead or get killed Nightmare." 
The fox's eyes darted up at the mention of his full name. Dream rarely used it, if ever. He thought it sounded way too mean, and contained too many syllables, so it "took too long to say." 
Maybe on the off chances he was being a patronizing big brother and trying to poke fun at how the little guardian acted so much more mature than some adults in the village, he'd use the full name. But this was hardly a lighthearted jab and far away from a good laugh the two brothers once shared (when was the last time they did that.)
"We are meant to guard the tree with our lives if necessary, you know. You'll–" the fox swallowed thickly blinking away his tears and locking eyes with his brother properly "You will have to get through me first." 
Dream couldn't even move his facial muscles at this point, so he just gave his brother an empty stare. 
He quickly ran through the events that led the two of them to this confrontation in the first place, because where he stood now felt just so... surreal.
He could drop it here and now though. Stick the axe back in the ground and put his hands up in a surrender. They would eventually laugh it off a couple weeks later (or not talk about it at all) and everything would go back to the repetitive, mind numbing routine.
The same injuries he'd had to take care of, the same song and dance he would have to do to keep the villagers he never asked for to be here happy. 
And then slowly burn out while he watches his brother slowly die right next to him as each day slips on by.
He could do that. 
Dream sighed, surprising himself that there even was any air left in him as he did so, and he took a shaky step forward.
"Out of my way. Last warning."
Nightmare didn't waver, whether it was because of his determination or fear keeping him frozen in place didn't exactly matter.
The hedgehog could barely keep himself standing, let alone walk towards the tree and swing the axe, but he had to. He had to if he wanted to get them out of this lukewarm hell.
"NO! What you want to do is unthinkable!" The fox cried and finally moved to take a step closer to the tree, maintaining the distance between them and seeking comfort from his mother who would not respond to him. She never did.
"I can't let you–" 
Or perhaps this time she will. Except not with comfort and gentle words as a mother should to their distraught child, but an earsplitting shriek that petrified both of them in place.
Despite it being past midnight, the sky somehow grew darker along with everything else alive around them.
An unrelenting grasp of burning chill and rot bloomed from the base of the tree and the world was set to slow motion when a single twinkle of gold caught Dream's eye.
All the dreadful slag keeping his body still vanished for the moment as adrenaline took over and the axe soared through the air.
It crashed through the branches and disappeared, dropping a few dry twigs, blackened leaves and a single, golden apple in its wake that the hedgehog barely caught.
The little fruit felt like a ton heavy weight once safely landing in his palms, and it dragged him into a collision with the ground. Blue pants scraped dry dirt and dead grass, while he held the fruit as close to his chest as possible.
He felt cold. Unbelievably so. It was like being plunged into an icy lake (not that he knew how that felt like, it used to be always pleasantly warm here) and as one would if underwater, he found it impossible to breathe.
The only thing keeping him from drowning completely was the tiny ball of golden fire clasped in his hands.
But keeping it outside wasn't nearly enough, he still couldn't breathe, he was sure to die if he doesn't figure out a way to get air back to his lungs. He doesn't want to die yet, he can't. Not here and not now. He can't leave Night alone he can't let it end like this after finally doing something he can't.
And just as thoughtless as he went to get the axe, as on instinct as he threw it — there  was no hesitation when he bit into the apple and ate it whole.
Dream felt his insides explode in an inferno. The icy water washed out immediately and he gasped.
It was hardly any lasting salvation after that split-second relief, since it just slammed him onto the opposite end of a different extreme. 
Whispers and shouts of terrified people from too far away overtook his head and he felt his head hit the ground.
The pain of his tiara digging into his skull shot him back up right after and at last, he recovered enough to comprehend the scene before him.
He couldn't name the emotion he felt once laying eyes upon the tree that used to be an oppressive behemoth with a crown of ever expansive leaves, now reduced to nothing but a wilted piece of wood, but it made him let out a dry, humorless laugh.
The negative whirlwind of voices reached its peak when his brother's voice broke through, screaming for help.
Bellow the now dried trunk, Night was shoved to the ground, a pair of pitchforks that had no business being pointed at him loomed threateningly above.
 
Bad call.
A weapon. Dream needed a weapon.
With the axe out of the question, he summoned his staff — one he created not that long ago as a part of a bit to cheer the little guardian up after one of his more visible beat downs — but quickly realized he needed something more lethal.
With the seemingly endless surge of power the apple gave him, in a flash of light, the staff turned to a sword not a second before it was stabbed through a human's chest. 
Dream paid the stuttering body no mind aside from making sure it or the pitchforks didn't fall over at his brother, and he swung to the opposite side. This time only cutting a wooden handle in half, yet still staining the person holding it with blood not of their own. 
He could barely control the force of the swing until it ended up logged in the bark of a tree. He fought to pry it out, and thankfully he had plenty of time to do so as the crowd quickly got the memo to stay away.
Stained sword still threateningly in one hand, Dream went to grab the bag left untouched despite the mob formed around them, but stopped when noticing the two black apples sitting in it. 
Pacing himself, he went for the blanket instead, rolling it up and barely managing to stuff it inside with shaking hands. Next, he grabbed Night's latest book, since that's one he definitely has yet to finish reading, and he somehow managed to shove it on the side of the bag as well.
He felt the eyes on him, the oppressive presence of the people, the poisonous sting of negativity in his soul, the silent terror of his brother, and he couldn't be more tired of it. 
Good thing all of this will be over soon, and that he won't have to ever return to this place ever again. 
A corridor of terrified people split before him after he double checked all of the stuff he gathered, let go of his sword, and finally helped Night off the ground who looked like a stunned bug rolled over on his back. 
Wordlessly and hiding under his cape that made him stick out like a sore thumb amongst the darkness of the place, he grabbed Dream's outstretched hand and let him guide them both down the hill with little resistance, which the hedgehog was glad for.
No one said a word, not even a whisper was heard as the two guardians eventually disappeared on the horizon. Where were they going? No one knew, no one got to ask, and no one even thought about it enough to know.
Aside from death, there was a pair of shackles he left on that hill, and Dream was not gonna miss either.
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magnusbae · 2 years ago
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edits practice turned joke comics cover with tom
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ifindus · 7 months ago
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I love your goofy little farm boy denmark so much
thank youuuu 🥰 it's his natural state I think
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descendant-of-truth · 1 year ago
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Last night I had a dream where they surprise-dropped three new Sonic Prime episodes, the first of which was a musical, and words can't describe how disappointed I was when I realized that didn't actually happen
Other highlights from it include:
Green Hill suddenly being restored with no explanation as to how
Sonic and Shadow duet
Shadow asking about a huge tidal wave in the distance and Knuckles casually responding with "oh that's just Sonic on another one of his anxiety runs"
Smash cut to the anxiety run in question and Sonic's distress is so palpable that he's shivering, massive tonal clash to how it was just being talked about
Surprise guest appearance from Dave the Intern
Green Hill being overrun by a bunch of Werehog duplicates that I rewound the dream to explain the presence of and then forgot about
Sonic suddenly becoming way grumpier and more unhinged than usual and the comical lack of concern on his friends' part
The rapid shift in personality being NiGHTS's fault (they were trying to give some kind of roundabout moral lesson but failed, Sonic is kind of just freaked out by them now)
Deven Mack absolutely killing it on all of Sonic's musical numbers
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lyricalquotesofsong · 5 months ago
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My Favorite Music in TV moments
These moments were so moving and iconic alone, but the addition of music pushed them into the longterm memory part of my brain. Then later, these songs got added to my playlists. We all have our music moments that stick in our minds like Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol in Grey's Anatomy and Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush in Stranger Things. When I think of these songs I think of these moments and vice versa. These are the ones that came to me:
Friends by Laundry Day in Netflix's On My Block (2018)
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"We got so caught up" This song always comes in mind in the moment I realize how much I've grown up and changed so much from who I thought I was. It's so easy to get caught up in who you think you should be and in the life you're living.
2. No Air by Jordin Sparks in the CW's The Game
The song itself is so iconic that the moment the instrumental starts playing you can feel the air get sucked out of the room along with the news. It just makes an already emotionally suckerpunch moment that much more intense. Also, the duet with Chris Brown echoes the relationship themes between Melanie and Derwin.
3. Heatwaves by Glass Animals in Netflix's Never Have I Ever (2020)
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Anyone who was into this show in any way was captivated by this scene. Aside from the emotive lighting, the drenched Paxton, and this entire scene being a complete surprise tucked away at the end of the episode: the music is what really makes it what it is. The little drum beat drop before they kissed! The slow tentative kiss! The exit stage right!! It was toooo perfect.
4. Green Light by Lorde in Fox's New Girl (2011)
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Whoever made this decision deserves a kiss... or something else that would make them feel loved and happy because this is just such a fantastic choice for Nick and Jess. After 6 seasons of these two sticking mugs out for eachother literally and figuratively, the whirlwind dies down and they are just together.
5. Dreams by The Cranberries in Netflix's Derry Girls (2018)
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This isn't the only time the show uses the song, but it's an example of how the song is used to recall the kid-like dreams we all used to have. The soothing voice of the singer of the Cranberries sounds so sweet, but also tentative, like how it feels to be a teenager. The whole thing is so nostalgic to see the characters, their families, their world, their dreams, that every time they play the song it feels like that carefree vibe of hanging out with friends even though there's so much uncertainty and tragedy around. It's a perfect song choice for these moments we see of the Derry Girls.
That's all. I might do another one with movies or something but we'll see. Feel free to comment your own favorite moments if you feel called to!
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im-getting-help · 5 months ago
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i just woke up from the weirdest dream involving Kendrick Lamar and Barry Keoghan lmao
I don't even know how to start explaining the dream, but I'll tell you some details.
Barry was working as one of the characters form Disney (like a mascot?) in a Disney park. He was so bad at it but they couldn't fire him cause he's Barry Keoghan 😭😭 it was like a promo for something, idk. He kept putting kids and almost everyone who got near him in really awkward or unsafe situations and I was watching everything from a distance like 😀⁉️
Kendrick was just around, he sometimes find me and we talked. Nice dude.
I woke up cause Barry tried... idk wtf he was trying to do, like a Ryan Reynolds in The Notebook?? He started climbing an attraction and almost killed a kid by accident.
Insane.
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parryperi · 1 month ago
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Since i listen to so much music i always end up making playlists for my own ocs/characters i get super fixated on (though i do the type where the lyrics or melody fit them)
But as I do the one for my builder I have the inclination to sort of order hers by which arc it'd pertain to. And im just being reminded of how hard I associate PAPERMOON with her going into Malhalla.
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katebushsource · 1 month ago
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Kate Bush dressed as a bat (1979)
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monster-noises · 3 months ago
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OOF it's been a while since I've had a nightmare visceral enough to wake me up from a dead sleep into straight terror... But I guess I shouldn't have underestimated how much my brain would pick up from a podcast Teirlisting Horror Games. .....
(I go on to describe the dream in the tags so watch out if you don't want to hear descriptions of the horrors my brain can cook up.. cw Body Horror mostly)
#monster noises#I thought it would be Fine because they weren't Playing the Games or Experiencing the Narrative#but i guess they were talking about Enough details and things my brain already knew that the Terror Machine that runs my sleep was like#OHOHOHO..... Ingredience#the Idea was i was playing a video game level but i was In the POV#and at first it was just a creepy apartment#but then weird ghost kids started showing up and i had to get them all#which was more annoying than scary until one of them dislocated several joints and started Yelling#and the quickly the lights were out and i had a flashlight and I had to hide from this monster called 'The Granny'#and it mechanically it was one of those things that can't see but Can hear but it also had like Seeking Tendrils#and I was attempting to hide under a table but i couldn t get under fast enough without making a bunch of noise#and the tendrils coming in way too close#and then it Screamed and started after me but i was stuck under the table and had to try and blindly back up to the door#while crouch-carrying the table#and the tension and fear of that experience was so high i shot awake in complete fear with my heart Pounding#and it's still not back to like.. level#but like truly this thing was Awful#very well could have been an official silent hill creature#the opposite of when you wake up in terror from a dream and the thing you were afraid of was actually pretty ridiculous#you wake up from seeing this thing and go 'alright yeah okay that's fair i'm Fully also afraid of that'#it's like#.. a desecated large human head#on the end of neck like a snake's body#but it's just bones and bits of driedout flesh#and it's body a jumbled mass of bones and sinews with long distinct skinless dried out limbs coming out of it#that it pawed along low to the ground with#the whole thing was drapped in a filthy shroud and coloured this dark dark tan#like Mummy Colour#i'm sure you know what I mean#but it was Awful
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pyrolikesfire · 6 months ago
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throwback to the time in 7th grade where i listened to “running up that hill (a deal with god)” by kate bush for 6 hours straight
i dont even know
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unknownarmageddon · 1 year ago
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i had a dream I got top surgery and now im so pissed it wasn’t real
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thornshadowwolf · 7 months ago
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I don't remember why but I dreamed about looking up the common religions in different regions of Thailand last night
#in addition to like. more regular dreams where someone kidnapped part of our camping/hiking group and I needed to use my knowledge of#dog/wolf behavior to appease a wolf that we needed to pass by to get between two forest clearings and also since my character was a#clean-freak / germaphobe he had the power to have bugs not bother him in the woods and then that all happened twice because ofc we needed to#keep to the story script when it restarted and I had to keep everything on the rails but this time two other wolves also came up and they#all decided I was chill and we left each other alone even while I was de-escalating the kidnapping situation but then the kidnappers started#running away and I was like 'you know what would make them think again? three wolves chasing them' so I got the wolves' attention and#started running and they thought it was some kind of chase game and eventually after a couple times of them catching up with me and thinking#that was it they realized someone ahead of us was also running so THEY were the target and we finally started chasing down the kidnappers#and by this point I was considered part of the pack and also we were in a school gymnasium but right after some sort of fair or assembly so#we had to dodge chairs and tables and stacks of equipment and occasionally children but they mostly kept out of the way#oh and I think after the reset but before the kidnapping there was also a part where one of the other characters (I feel like one of my#siblings was playing this one) insisted that our top priority should be finding clothes and I was like 'wait are you NAKED?' and they were#like 'yeah we all are???' and I was like 'WHAT no I'm fully dressed. my character is wearing a suit and tie! and a hat even!' yeah yeah and#then the kidnappers/bullies came up and one of them was a blond lady with a bolo tie.#btw the reason I'm saying stuff like 'my character'/'was playing a character' is because in this dream it was explicitly characters we were#playing in some sort of game where the focus wasn't roleplay but it had a roleplay-y aspect where the different characters had different#strengths and abilities; such as Betrayal at House on the Hill or Western Legends or Dead of Winter#anyway. IDK why dream-me thought thailand was one of the most religiously diverse places on earth. in real life it's over 90% buddhist.#ThornShadow.said
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