#SODA STEREO I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU

[pyrocephalus-rubinus]

Hello! Yes, I know I barely post but I love these little games with @two-hands-toward-the-sun . Thanks for tagging me! So here are some of the albums i’ve had on repeat lately.

Funfact about me: I used to get a laugh out of my parents by randomly identifying Santana's guitar cameos in other songs. That's totally their fault by the way, Supernatural was the soundtrack to my first 5 years of life lmao. That album and Caraluna by Bacilos which if you haven't heard it, that's another banger.

Oh, and I suppose I should mention the Sentimientos album. I recently made a trip to Puno, in Peru, a place in which saya and afrobolivian music is very popular because... well, they are neighbors XD. Afrobolivian music, morenadas, diabladas and caporales are soooo good and make me wanna dance all the time! Give them a shot if you want to experience some different sounds!

[rafeacs]

Best Friend Rafe x Reader Late Nights

Warnings: None (yet), fluff, soft rafe, yearning

To Rafe: r u up?

Not even a minute has passed, and your phone rings with a FaceTime from Rafe. “What’d you need?” He asked, his voice laced heavily with sleep, making you somewhat guilty for disrupting his slumber. ‘I’m hungry,” You say sheepishly, watching as his eyes were barely open and a yawn left his lips. You were expecting him to say, ‘Does your house not have food?’ And brush off your late-night cravings, but he never does. “I’ll be there in five,” was all he said, and you thanked him over the phone, giddy that you’d get to sedate your grumbling stomach. 

You didn’t even bother to get dressed, only wearing your skimpy pajama shorts and tank top as you waited by the porch for Rafe. The crips night air nipping at you and riddling your skin with gooseflesh. When you see the headlights of his truck, you are quick to stand and greet him as he drives his way through the rotund driveway of your estate. You walked towards his truck, not expecting him to get off, but he did just open your door. “Thanks, Rafe!” You chirped, still full of energy, a deep contrast from his tiredness. “It’s two am, why are you still awake?” Rafe yawned once more as you wore your seatbelt. 

“I accidentally drank this energy drink, which I thought was just like regular soda, and somehow it made me fall asleep; weird, right? It’s an energy drink, and it’s supposed to keep me up, but it made me want to take a nap instead. Anyway, I took like a four-hour nap and woke at eight, and I thought I could fall back to sleep again, but I didn’t, and I started to get hungry I then thought I could just sleep away and wait ’til breakfast, but no, so, here we are.” You rumbled on, still full of life, but Rafe simply hummed and nodded as he drove into the street. 

“Where’d you wanna eat? I’m not sure if anything is open right now; our regular diner’s closed for renovations.” Rafe asked, turning to you, who he had only now noticed was not at all wearing anything beneath your tank top. Your nipples shamelessly straining through your shirt, and Rafe quickly refocused his gaze on the road, his morning wood he had just gotten rid of quickly returning. Rafe bit his lip and reached back to grab his sweatshirt, and handed it to you, avoiding looking in your direction because it was too much of a temptation. “Oh, thanks! I was cold,” You say, and Rafe could only nod, the evidence of your chilliness straining through your shirt. 

“We might have to drive around for a bit; nothing seems to be open,” Rafe muttered after a moment as you played around with the stereo system, your phone already connected to the Bluetooth because it was always you who had the command on what songs were played in his truck. Rafe’s sleepy state was awoken when you started to sing along loudly to one of those pop songs you loved. You can’t sing for shit, but Rafe could not help but be amused as you belted out the songs, a rather endearing quality about you. You only truly sang out loud when you were alone or when Rafe was around; you found the action of singing too intimate and vulnerable that you could only do it when you were in his presence. Him being the only one blessed to hear your off-key singing. 

“Why are you so quiet? You love this song!” You yelled through the blasting music, poking Rafe’s side and making him laugh, him finally singing along to the song he would never sing along in front of Topper or Kelce because they’d surely tease him. 

You and Rafe drove around aimlessly, your hunger forgotten as you and Rafe sang along to whatever song played next. You and Rafe had passed by countless newly opened restaurants, but you didn’t seem to notice, and Rafe took advantage of your obliviousness to spend more time with you. It was nearing sunrise when he finally circled around and went back to an open diner he saw a few miles back. Your energy never seemed to run out; you still sang along and randomly blabbed about everything you could think of to your best friend. 

Rafe hopped out of his car as you were still talking about some island gossip, your voice growing distant as he circled his vehicle to open the door for you, who still had not taken a breath in between the words that spilled out of your lips. Rafe sighed and shook his head as he draped his arm around your shoulders and guided you toward the diner. 

“What are you ordering?” Rafe asked you as you perused the menu. “I don’t know…” You trailed, Rafe already guessing that was your reply. “I kinda want waffles, bacon, and coffee, but I also want a burger, fries, and shake…” You said, in deep ponder, what to order. “What can I get for you two?” A waitress appeared, and Rafe turned to her, “I’ll get a stack of pancakes with sausage and a side of hashbrowns on the side,” Rafe said and placed down his menu, “And for your girlfriend?” The waitress asked, and before you could speak, Rafe ordered for you. “She’ll have the waffles with bacon, a coffee, and the cheeseburger with fries and a chocolate milkshake.” Rafe quickly said, not letting you pick between the two things you wanted to order. “Okay, it’ll be out in a minute,” the waitress took your menus, and Rafe smirked as she thought you were his girlfriend. Neither of you corrected her because it was often that you two were mistaken as a couple when, in truth, you two were just best friends. 

The two of you were enveloped in silence as you ate, too hungry to focus on anything else than your food. You were halfway into your two meals when Rafe noticed you were too quiet. He raised his gaze and could not help but let out a breath of a laugh as you started drifting off to sleep, your hand still clutching a fork that was filled with food. Rafe bit his lip and took out his phone to take a sneaky picture of you, adding the photo to his growing album of you drifting off to sleep still whilst eating. 

When Rafe finished his meal, he placed the payment on the table and went to your side of the booth to carry your figure, deep in slumber, back to his car. It surprised him that you didn’t wake with all the movements. When he reached your home, he did not even dare to wake you up, simply carrying you again and walking you back to your room before placing you in your bed. Rafe observed your sleeping form, admiring the way your lashes fanned your cheeks, and there was still a hint of maple syrup at the corner of your mouth. The sun was starting to rise, and Rafe’s own tiredness was starting to get to him. He let his hand run along your hair and boldly placed a chaste kiss on your forehead before stepping away, but you took hold of your wrist before he could. “Stay,” you mumbled, and Rafe felt his pulse in his ears at what you had uttered; he didn’t even think twice before agreeing. “Okay,” he whispered and lay on the other side of the bed, his heart doubling as you turned to him and cuddled close to his chest. Rafe wrapped his arms around you and sighed deeply, waiting for the day that you two would do this again, but not just as friends. 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Candy Girl 4

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as cheating, age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: as you’re about to take the next step with your boyfriend, doubts begin to arise. (short!plus!reader)

Characters: Thor (boyfriend’s dad/silverfox)

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself. <3

After a quick flight, both thankful to Thor and embarrassed that he witnessed his son’s behaviour, you don’t know if you ever want to go back. As much as you love Magni, you’re not sure if it’s worth it. He never seems to want to do anything but play video games or sex. The latter remains a touchy subject for both of you. 

You’ll let Magni cool off, and yourself. 

This isn’t the end. You would know if it was. You send him your usual texts. Good mornings, good nights, and check in when you can. His lack of response isn’t unusual. He’s probably playing around with his bike again. You wonder if he’s figured out how to put it back together yet. 

The days pass in a blur. You have work to keep you busy. With summer in full swing, you have more than enough driving around to do. 

Between deliveries, your mind wanders. You’ll have to talk to him face-to-face, get this sorted out. You're not mad at him. It was a bad morning and a strange night. You can move past it. Right? 

You grab the next order and check the address as you get in your front seat. Huh, it’s in Magni’s neighbourhood. Maybe you can swing by and surprise him. 

You turn the engine and blast your stereo. Rihanna pumps from the speakers, a bit scratchy, but still a bop. You hunch over the wheel as you follow the rush hour traffic, tapping the breaks as you crawl along. Finally, you get to a turn off and dip down some side streets.  

You turn down the A/C as the car begins to shake. You don’t use the air much, your old beater doesn’t much like any extra stress. You turn down the volume and give an anxious look to the venting in the hood. That’s not smoke, you’re just imagining things. 

Before the job, you couldn’t tell left from right but now the whole city is imprinted in the back of your head. You know which orders to make quickly and ones where you can leave the car unlocked while you run up to the door. Magni’s is the latter. 

You roll down the avenue lazily and come up before a big white house, squinting at the number on the front door. You get out and stretch, just a few more hours. You grab the insulated bag and the paper bag with the cans of soda. You bounce up the front steps and balance it all as you ring the bell. 

You wait, glancing around at the lush greenery. It’s kind of lame to dream of living in a place like this. Basic, your friends tease, but you just want to know what it’s like. Maybe it’s just as bad as what you have, just painted up nice. 

You can’t really complain. You have a roof and food and job. Could be a lot worse. 

The door opens and jolts you from your internal turmoil. You blink and step back, once more looking around. You know for sure you didn’t go to the wrong house. Thor’s house isn’t even the same colour. So what is he doing there? 

“Ah, little one, I was hoping it would be you,” he booms. 

“Huh?” You make a dumb face. 

“I thought it’d be a fun surprise,” he grins, “my friend’s,” he points up then reaches into his back pocket, “they suggested pizza and I told them I knew just the place.” 

“Oh, wow, thanks,” you smile and unzip the bag. 

“Hmm,” he hums as he counts out bills, “funny, they got a little thing like you carrying around all that.” 

“Mr. Odinson,” you chirp, “I’m not that small.” 

“Suppose most people are too me,” he grins and holds out the money, “keep the change.” 

You accept the bills with the pizza against your hip and the paper bag on top. You blink dumbly at the folded bills. He can’t be serious. 

“Mr. Odinson.” 

“Thor,” he purrs. 

“Thor, er, I think you miscounted.” 

“I didn’t, I have generous friends,” he shrugs, “we put in together. Now,” he reaches to take the paper bag, “allow me to relieve your burden.” 

You gulp and tuck away the money. You finish unzipping the bag and slide out the pizzas. It’s awkward as the boxes are so big. He gets closer to help and you slide them right into his hand. As you finish unsheathing them, he steps back. 

“How about you have a slice before you go?” He offers, “you have much to go?” 

“Halfway through,” you fold the empty bag against your stomach, “that’s real nice, but they time us.” 

“Oh, too bad,” he nods, “well, I suppose I’ll see you... haven’t lately. Not that I can blame you.” 

“Oh, uh, I’ve been real busy,” you say, not a complete lie. Still, you have been avoiding it. 

“Yes, you work hard. Wish I could say the same of Magni.” 

“Sorry,” you frown. 

“Sorry? For him? He’s not your responsibility. Only myself to blame, I am his father,” he sighs, “anyhow, don’t let me keep you.” 

“Thanks again,” you try to brighten up. “I’m... I’m going to talk to Magni tomorrow. It's my day off.” 

“Ah, yes, well, I hope it isn’t a waste of time,” he resigns and gives a wave. 

He stays at the door as you turn away, his words ominous as they leave an unsettling flutter in your chest. You hop down the steps and open the back door of your car. You toss the empty bag inside and close it, getting in the front.  

You shove the key in the ignition and twist. The engine rumbles but doesn’t flip. You huff and try again, leaning your weight into the effort. As the motor kick, you look up to find Thor still watching you from the porch. 

The engine turns and you sigh in relief. As you go to shift into reverse, there’s a pop, then a bag, and several more noises. The exhaust puffs one last time and the engine dies. No! No! Not now baby. We made it so far. 

You get out as black smoke plumes around the edges of the hood and you hear a shuffle from the porch. Shoot, shoot, shoot. Thor puts the pizza down on the bench and hurries down to you. As if you haven’t embarrassed yourself enough in front of him. 

“You alright?” He asks. 

“Yeah, fine,” you pout, “I’m not worried about me.” 

“Hm, may I?” He gestures to the hood. You shrug. 

He pops it open and moves the stick to prop it up. He waves away the smoke and squints through it. You cross your arms and stand back. You wouldn’t know where to begin. 

“Hmm, lucky it wasn’t a full blown fire. Fuel lines are rotten,” he says and moves out of the path of the smoke. “One finally burst.” 

“Oh,” you mope, “no...” 

“Sorry, little one, it’ll need a professional.” 

“Uh, at least... I guess the tip will help with that,” you sniff, “but... I gotta work. What am I gonna tell Karl?” 

“Karl?” He echoes curiously. 

“My manager,” you utter, “and my parents...” You look at him, “sorry, this isn’t your problem.” 

“I would gladly take it on,” he assures you, “why don’t you call Karl, tell him you’re having some difficulties, you can’t finish your shift.” 

“Urgh,” you frame your forehead in frustration, “but...” 

“I know someone who can look at the car. I’ll give him a call.” 

“Oh gee,” you huff and turn your head up, dropping your hands. “This isn’t happening.” 

“Don’t worry, little one, I will take care of it. Please, it’ll be alright.” 

You look at him again. It isn’t his responsibility and you shouldn’t let him but you don’t have much of a choice. What else are you going to do? Borrow Magni’s broken motorcycle? 

“Right, I’ll... I’ll call my boss.” 

“Please, I don’t like to see you upset,” he says, “call him then have some pizza and I’ll take you to mine. You can make up with Magni, eh? At least that’s something.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Odinson,” you give a bittersweet smile, “really, you don’t have to do all that.” 

“Ah, but why wouldn’t I?” He winks and turns away, “Bucky!” 

He stomps up the steps and pulls open the door, the pizza forgotten on the bench. He calls the same name again and you take out your phone. At least Karl is a nice guy. He’ll let you make it up once you get your car running again. 

[yourelliewillms]

Heyyy so I just discovered your works recently and I was wondering if you don't mind writing an Ellie with a fem reader who is latina and works as a makeup artist please? I just think the idea doing Ellie's makeup while sitting on her lap being so cute and being on my mind 24/7 currently- no pressure though <3 (Sorry for the awkwardness this is my first time requesting something 😭)

doing ellie's makeup !

sfw, fluff, reader is latina !! (i'm not sure if i did this well bc i'm latina but i didn't want this to fall into stereotypes or smt like that😭😭) alsooo i made a little playlist with songs that i think ellie'd love (argentinian songs, sorry that's all i listen to 💔���� if you have any recommendations pls tell me !!! and if you don't speak spanish lmk if you liked any of this songs just because i'm curious <3)

ellie's favs !

☆ persiana americana - soda stereo

☆ tus ojos - los cafres

☆ tu geografía - indios

☆ prófugos - soda stereo

☆ 743 - miranda!

☆ ritmo y decepción - miranda!

being a makeup artist means you have to practice all the time. new styles pop up on the internet everyday and you have to catch up on them.

every night, when you're finally home after a long day of work, you'd put all your makeup on the table, sit in front of the mirror, put on some music (specially those songs in spanish that ellie loves) and start letting your imagination flow as you try to create a new and unique makeup style.

hours practicing, you're too concentrated trying to do that graphic eyeliner you've been seeing in all the internet to notice that your girlfriend has already arrived from her work and is on the other side of the door probably getting comfortable after her busy day.

she's in the kitchen having a snack to get her energy back but as soon as ellie hears the music coming from your shared room, she'd drop everything she was doing and open the door to see you just a few inches away from the mirror trying not to mess up your eyeliner.

ellie looks at you for a few seconds and immediately starts "singing" the spanish songs (she's just mumbling but she manages to pronounce some of the words because you've been teaching her spanish since you two met). the way she blows kisses at you from the distance not to ruin your makeup just melts your heart and you blow the kisses back at her.

"can i admire you from here?" ellie definitely loooves sitting on the bed behind you and look at you from the reflection of the mirror. she's with her mouth half open and her eyes follow every move you do, that she even forgets to blink. she's just mesmerized.

you turn around and show her the final result and her face lights up. you close your eyes as she examinates every little detail of your makeup and quickly steals a little peck from your lips resulting into you two giggling and stealing little kisses from each other finally getting the physical contact you craved throughout the day.

"would you..." she mumbles "would you like to practice with me?" her eyes locked with yours and her cheeks turn crimson matching the red lipstick stained on her lips from the kisses she stole from you earlier.

the excitement you feel can't be hidden at all as a wide smile spreads on your face. you quickly sit on the bed beside her but her hands reach your waist and you feel her arms lifting your body just enough to make you sit on her lap.

your eyebrows rise and your face turns all shades of pink. you are used to that kind of behavior of hers although it always makes you feel those butterflies inside your stomach.

before starting, you decide to change the music to one you know she likes. you've made her listen to all the songs in spanish you've heard in your entire life so she has a few favorite ones.

your hands brush her cheeks caressing them before grabbing one brush in your hand and start doing her eyeshadow.

"what color is that?" ellie asked with her eyes closed. she couldn't see the makeup you were using for her eyes. that wasn't the most important thing right now but she wanted to catch up with you.

"gris" you answer in your mother tongue chuckling for yourself as you see her confused facial expression struggling to remember all the words you've taught her in spanish.

"hm..." she hums but she has no idea what it means "brown?"

you giggle "gray."

"yeah, i was going to say that. you didn't let me finish."

after a few minutes, you finish doing her eyeshadow. it was a more dark style since you know that's her favorite, it's not like she asked you to do it that way but you just wanted to do something that she'd like wear.

when she opens her eyes you almost melt at the sight of the green in her eyes being highlighted by the color on her eyelids. gray eyeshadow with sparkles and black eyeliner that added that sexy detail to her look.

she smirks at you when she notices you are totally distracted by her gorgeous eyes. she's right though, your mind is completely blank and the moment her hands squeeze your thighs you go back to reality.

"so pretty" you whisper before planting soft and sweet kisses on her lips.

the moment you have to put her lipstick on, you already know it's going to be the hardest part of the makeup. she's wouldn't stop mumbling the songs, talking to you and laughing when she was supposed to stay still.

as soon as you finish putting her lipstick on, you move your head back to take a look at the final result and all you can see is a bewitching but totally messy makeup on her face that makes her look more kissable than ever.

you can't even let her see the final result because you've already kissed every inch of her cheeks, forehead and nose and now she's covered in the red lipstick from your lips.

HI ANON SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT TOO MUCH 😭😭 i hope you liked it though <33

i didn't know how to end this, i feel like it's weird but that was the best i could do,,,

[muxas-world]

top 5 spanish language songs on your rosquez playlist go go go

The two of us

Oh oh I have so many especially from each single pov but abaut rosquez

"Don't be so cruel Don't seek more excuses

Don't be so cruel .... We'll always be fugitives"

"A month ago I used to listen to you And be your accomplice.I thought that there was no one except you. I was your friend and I was your partner"

(Another mon song she just makes the perfect hearbrek music)

"My life is tormented My life is a lament Yo presiento que tú volverás I feel you'll come back My reasoning, I know that...! No one else will love you, As I could loved you ,No one else can bear you; Like me, like me"

"And you leave, playing at winning hearts At night you get tangled up in affairs that never have an end You'll become lost in my memories For having made me cry"

"You live accentuating my defects day by day, Highlighting what doesn't go well for me, Comparing myself to everyone That it should be like this and like that"

[guapoduoshipper]

JustaGuapoduoShipper blog content index (part1) :

Post constantly updated. Last update: 31/10/2023

PART 2: HERE

Playlist songs:

Just a GuapoduoShipper Playlist song #1 Acuérdate de mí - Morat

Just a GuapoduoShipper Playlist song #2 All I want - Kodaline

Just a GuapoduoShipper Playlist song #3 Nothing Else Matters - Metallica

Just a GuapoduoShipper Playlist song #4 Me gustas tú - Manu Chao

Just a GuapoduoShipper Playlist song #5 So violento, so Macabro - PXNDX

Just a GuapoduoShipper Playlist song #6 23- Morat

Just a GuapoduoShipper Playlist song #7 Mariposas - Paty Cantú

Just a GuapoduoShipper Playlist song #8 Los amantes - Pambo

Just a GuapoduoShipper Playlist song #9 Angels like you - Miley Cyrus

Just a GuapoduoShipper Playlist song #10 The Reason - Hoobastank

Just a GuapoduoShipper Playlist song #11 Unconditionally - Katy Perry

Just a GuapoduoShipper Playlist song #12 Tal como eres - El canto del loco

Just a GuapoduoShipper Playlist song #13 Limón y sal - Julieta Venegas

Just a GuapoduoShipper Playlist song #14 Es por ti - Juanes

Just a GuapoduoShipper Playlist song #15 Evidências - Chitãozinho & Xororó

Just a GuapoduoShipper Playlist song #16 a Dios le pido - Juanes

Just a GuapoduoShipper Playlist song #17 Cómo te voy a olvidar - Los Ángeles Azules

Just a GuapoduoShipper Playlist song #18 Cuando pase el temblor - Soda Stereo

Inbox suggestions:

Suggestion 1: Paraíso proibido - strike / Fração de Segundo - NX Zero / Exagerado - Cazuza

Suggestion 2: This I love - Guns n' Roses

Suffestion 3: Deixe me ir - 1Kilo

Analyses:

A romantic date at the taqueria

Tacos: A language of love

q!Roier on love matters

q!Roier reliving a trauma

q!Roier and q!Cellbit: their castles built after feeling betrayed

q!Cellbit knows the meaning of sunsets

"I care for your happiness" q!Roier sharing what he loves

"I'd kill for you, but never you"

q!Cellbit has never seen q!Roier in his red hoodie

"I wish I could have been that someone you needed to never be alone again"

q!Roier showing his light to q!Cellbit from his minute one on the island

"Te amo, te amo con todo mi corazón."

q!Roier in the dreams of q!Cellbit

Deep sincerity in their wedding vows.

"I am lost! Not anymore, because I'm with you" / "I'm never lost if I'm with you"

The strong similarity between the Favela and the Hispanic household

Amaranth flower

"That's how we started and that's how we will continue until the end"

"Mi corazón es tuyo" (part 1)

"Mi corazón es tuyo, también" (part 2)

On the election's arc

A call for sanity.

q!Cellbit's scope

q!Roier sings in moments of panic.

q!Roier scared and confused

Screenshots:

q!Philza's photo at the festa junina

Tiburoier greets q!Cellbit in q!Foolish aquarium

A count of all the times q!Cellbit focused on q!Roier in his camera during the "Base Guapita" mission.

This is how q!Roier looks like from q!Cellbit's point of view.

Seeing each other at the altar

"I want to marry Roier so bad"

Spiderbit flirting in global chat

Just them &lt;;3

"Que te quedes a mi lado y más nunca te me vayas, mi vida."

Kings

Headcanons:

Domestic-fluff Headcanons

q!Cellbit about his and q!Roier's scars.

The proposal of new dragon eggs

Hibernation / aestivation

Bobby Fields' rose bouquet

q!Cellbit listening to Ozuna

Miscellaneous:

Bobby, Tilin and JuanaFlippa

To the first time they said "I love you" to each other.

qCellbit's reaction to fake Bobby

"Y es que no sabes lo que tú me haces sentir"

Cellbit finally finds out the difference for Mexicans between "te quiero" and "te amo".

"if he takes you I'll come after you"

Both q!Cellbit and q!Roier get very worried if ithe other one is in danger

I will always trust Roier. - q!Cellbit

If you want to know a little more about this blog, you can read here.

[yourbestamericangirlk]

Do you have any bands that make rock nacional to recommend? I love getting into new music and am always trying to expand my horizons, thank you in advance!!

I'm not a specialist but my fav is Seru Giran.

im going to list others that I don't know very well but are popular:

sui generis

virus

los abuelos de la nada

G.I.T

la renga

los piojos

los redondos de ricota

los enanitos verdes

viejas locas

pescado rabioso

la máquina de hacer pájaros

Spinetta jade

almendra

soda stereo

and some solo artists that are very popular and very good are Charly Garcia, Luis Alberto Spinetta and Gustavo Cerati.

[stranger-rants]

i try not to stereotype but its always wild to me when antis say billy would call them a slur while openly having steve as their fave or being a st//eddie because like,,,,,,

steve is the rich jock in the 80s, his parents 100% have membership to the country club, im like 90% sure theyd support reagan considering their financial situation, his dad loves a good game or tennis or even badminton if he wants to be a bit spontaneous, they definitely shop at whatever the us version of waitrose is, his parents have their own person tailor and if their outfits arent at least $100 they wont be wearing them outside and that extends to steve, they have definitely either used a slur and/or done that weird talking around it the "oh you know, those people who prefer embroidered tea cosies" or whatever.

like i dont want to say that steve would just parrot whatever his parents say and would just internalise their opinions, because obviously thats not true on most cases. but at the same time, theres a lot of psychological studies showing that kids do learn from their parents.

and weve already seen steve calling someone a slur on screen. i cant remember if it was queer or faggot, but he was also parroting the rhetoric that gay men are predators who prey on young boys. like where the fuck else did he get that rhetoric from? and even if it wasnt his parents, steve seems to have believed it enough to remember it and parrot it back at jonathan.

id like to think that steve wouldnt call me a slur, especially post-s3 steve, but its fucking wild to me that the "billy would call me a slur" crowd entirely ignore the everything about steves character.

like im sorry buddy, but if pre-s3 steve saw me, a trans man with tits too large to bind who goes out of his way to look as queer as possible, im pretty sure hed call me a whole myriad of slurs. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ meanwhile i dont think billy would because hes a cis dude who purposefully presents more feminine. wed probably just have a chill conversation about judas priest or id introduce him to soda stereo.

and anyway its not like know if steve agrees with his parents or not since he never gets any development whatsoever now that hes relegated to group mom

Everyone learns from their parents in one way or another. Steve called Jonathan “Queer” which is what makes it so ironic that fans claim he’s such a great ally and/or that Billy would hate crime them. Quite honestly, given the amount of homophobic rants I have to hear from teenager boys on a regular basis in the year 2023, it wouldn’t shock me if any of the beloved male characters were homophobic. I don’t see Billy as being more or less understanding, but I do think Billy just doesn’t care enough about other people to be out there committing hate crimes. The only time Billy cares what other people say or do is when it puts him at risk

[bixiebeet]

Chapter 5: Three Beers and One Club Soda

Winston agreed to one drink. Egon agreed to a club soda. They all walked over to a local dive bar where no one cared that they were the famous Ghostbusters.

The place was fairly empty and smelled of stale cigarettes. A few people sat on bar stools, chatting with the bartender. Winston figured that they must be part of the regular weeknight crowd. Rock music from a stereo was drowned out by the echo of live music from next door; it sounded like a jazz band was practicing.

“You can have one measly beer, Spengler,” Peter laughed as the team crowded into a small circular booth. “I’m buying tonight.”

Egon insisted that he wouldn’t drink while he was working—and it seemed like he was always working. He was eager to return to his lab and finish some calculations related to the dangerously crowded ghost storage facility unit.

“I wanted to meet Winston in a less formal setting. That’s all,” Egon shrugged. He awkwardly gripped the knot of his tie and slightly loosened it. Winston figured that was Egon’s version of casual, and he appreciated the scientist’s friendly gesture.

Ray walked over from the bar carrying four glass bottles: three beers and one club soda. “First round is on me,” he said. He went back to grab a bowl of pretzels for the table.

Winston took a swig of beer and shifted uneasily. He’d been prepared for an interview, not happy hour. What would he talk about? What did he have in common with three white guys from the Ivy League? He nibbled on some pretzels and tried to think about some ‘safe’ topics for small talk.

“So, you like baseball…?” Winston began. He was a lifelong Yankees fan and had dreamed of being a professional ball player as a kid. Ultimately, he was better at engineering than he was at running bases.

No one had time to answer because of the woman who’d walked up to the booth. “Peter Venkman, is that you?” she said, tapping him on the shoulder.

“It’s Doctor Venkman,” he replied, as he cleared his throat and turned around “Do I know you?”

“Do you forget all your teaching assistants?” The woman smirked and cocked her head to the side. She had a short Afro and wore denim from head to toe; Winston thought she looked too cool for this bar, and much too cool to be talking to the Ghostbusters.

Peter’s jaw metaphorically dropped to the floor. It was a student he’d had when he first began his PhD program at Columbia.

“The years have been kinder to Lisa than to Peter,” Egon said dryly.

“Another woman who was strangely immune to the Venkman charm,” Ray smiled, sipping his beer.

Peter is the smooth talker and the lover of the group, Winston thought. Egon had to be the brains. And Ray—well, he could tell that Ray was genuinely enthusiastic about his work and always energetic. Ray seemed to be the heart that kept everyone beating on track.

Peter excused himself for a moment to have a private conversation. Egon and Ray didn’t have much to say about baseball, but they did have a lot to say about the ghosts supposedly haunting the Mets at Shea Stadium.

A few minutes later, Peter came back to the table with a huge grin on his face. “You guys won’t believe this!!”

Lisa was pleasantly surprised to see him at the bar after all these years. She remembered Peter fondly, despite his cad-like behavior when he was a young PhD and she was a grad student. Her husband—yes, she was married now—managed the band playing tonight at the jazz club next door.

“They invited us to see the show,” Peter beamed.

Winston wasn’t so sure about sticking around. He loved jazz, but it was a long trip back uptown to his apartment. It turns out that he wasn’t the only person having doubts about the late night.

“I’m going back to the firehouse,” Egon said with a yawn. He looked straight at Peter. “Try to be home before 3 am this time.” Egon peeled out of the booth and put $1 in the bar’s tip jar on his way out.

“I don’t care if I wake him up, we’re staying out late. It’ll be fun,” Peter said with an impish grin. He lifted his beer bottle to clink ‘cheers’ with Ray.

“Does Egon really work all night? He looked tired,” Winston whispered to Ray.

“Yup, ever since college. Lately, he’s focused on his spores, mold, and fungus,” Ray replied. “He’ll probably bore Janine with some mushroom discovery before she goes home.”

“I overheard him rambling to her about examining his prized king oyster—and she acted as if she was interested! It’s just a mushroom, for heaven’s sake,” Peter said, rolling his eyes.

Winston silently sipped his beer. It didn’t sound like Egon was talking about a mushroom…but he really didn’t know what to make of Egon and Janine. At least Winston would have tonight to learn more about Peter and Ray.

“I’m more into blues,” Ray said. “But jazz can be fun.” He and Peter bantered for a bit about music. The object of Peter’s affection—Dana Barrett—was a classical musician. He’d stopped by Lincoln Center this afternoon to wait for her after orchestral practice. He figured that now was a good time to him to brush up on his musician knowledge.

They got up and headed to the club. That’s when Peter mentioned a minor complication before they could enjoy the show.

“Lisa thinks that the instruments might be haunted,” Peter said as they entered the club.

[booksandmate]

Songs in Spanish (since it’s now canon that they know every language in the world) that I think Crowley would listen to while blackout drunk after the divorce.

Including my fav bits and their translation to convince you to go listen to them.

Crimen - Gustavo Cerati

La espera me agotó No sé nada de vos Dejaste tanto en mí En llamas me acosté Y en un lento degradé Supe que te perdí ¿Qué otra cosa puedo hacer? Si no olvido, moriré

The wait tired me. I don't know anything about you. You left so much in me. In flames I lay down. And in a slow degradation. I knew I lost you. What else can I do? If I don't forget, I'll die.

Cosas De La Vida - Eros Ramazotti

Son humanas situaciones Los momentos de los dos La distancia, las pasiones Encontrar una razón Hoy Como siempre Estoy pensando en ti Como si nuestro tiempo no hubiera pasado ya Dime, dónde estamos Qué podrá pasar Corazones flechados, pero De cada cual Esa es la barrera Que hay que derribar

They are human situations. The moments of the two. The distance, the passions. Finding a reason. Today. As always. I'm thinking of you. As if our time hasn't already passed. Tell me, where are we. What could happen. Hearts in love. But of each one. That's the barrier. That must be broken down.

Prófugos - Soda Stereo

Somos cómplices los dos Al menos sé que huyo porque amo Necesito distensión Estar así despierto Es un delirio de condenados No seas tan cruel No busques más pretextos No seas tan cruel Siempre seremos Siempre seremos prófugos los dos No tenemos donde ir Somos como un área devastada Carreteras sin sentido Religiones sin motivo Como podremos sobrevivir

We are both accomplices. At least I know I'm running away because I love. I need relaxation. To be awake like this. It's a delirium of the damned. Don't be so cruel. Don't look for more excuses. Don't be so cruel. We will always be. We'll both always be fugitives. We have nowhere to go. We're like a devastated area. Roads without meaning. Religions without reason. How can we survive.

Atado A Un Sentimiento - Miguel Mateos

Yo puedo tocar el fuego Puedo hasta quemarme entero No me pidas que te deje de amar Te llevo clavada Como una espina en mi costado Entrando despacio, oh no Y quiero que sepas Que eso está planeado por amor Un poco de amor, nada más

I can touch fire. I can even burn whole. Don't ask me to stop loving you. I've got you stuck in me. Like a thorn in my side. Coming in slowly, oh no. And I want you to know. That this is planned out of love. A little love, nothing more.

[slipping-through-my-fingertips]

In My Head, I'm Yours

A/N: dipping my toes into the world of percabeth, i hope you like it

Summary:

Percy Jackson, Piper McLean, and Jason Grace make up the band, Delphi. They're not big yet but one day they might be.

Annabeth Chase is studying to be the best damn architect New York City has ever seen.

They have a million reasons not to be together but can't seem to let the other go. Despite knowing it'll end in heartbreak.

AO3

Chapter 1: Someone Turns Your Heart Around

Annabeth didn’t need background noise while she did her homework. But her awful neighbors blared their stereo at all times of day; they favored the late to early morning hours. She could hear and feel the bass through their thin walls. Her only saving grace was noise-canceling headphones. A gift from her roommates last Christmas. So it wasn’t unusual for Leo or Thalia to scare the living daylights out of her when Annabeth was in her zone.

She was drafting on their kitchen table. During her sophomore year, she had learned the hard way not to draft buildings on the floor when she had to redo her architecture midterm overnight due to a spilled can of Diet Coke. Headphones on, no music, just good old-fashioned silence, pencil in hand, and a tightly secured cup of soda on her left.

There was no passage of time when Annabeth was drafting. But it had to be after midnight when Thalia tapped her shoulder. Annabeth jumped and tossed her pencil five feet in some direction. She pulled off her headphones.

The first thing she noticed was the music had stopped.

“C’mon bedtime,” Thalia said.

“I’m almost done,” she insisted.

“It’s one am.”

Annabeth checked her phone.

1:12 AM

“Oh.” She began packing up her supplies. “How was the thing?”

“The thing?” Thalia laughed, “you really need to get out more. The band was great. Leo and I may drag you with us next time.”

Annabeth frowned, wondering where her pencil had gotten to.

“Here.” Thalia picked up the pencil which had rolled into their living space.

“Thanks. I’m glad you had a good time, maybe I’ll go when things slow down at school.”

Thalia smirked, “I don’t think Columbia ever slows.”

Annabeth looked up at her friend and smiled, “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Oh I know, blondie. I know.”

They had known each other since Annabeth was seven when Thalia's family moved into the neighborhood. Thalia was a few years older but had a younger brother Annabeth’s age. She liked Jason Grace well enough but there was something about Thalia that just clicked. Maybe it was because with her Annabeth didn’t have to be the perfect only child, she got to be a kid. Still, the 3 of them ran that little cul-de-sac during their middle school years or at least they liked to think they did.

Being older meant Thalia was already out of school. She’d gotten the damn piece of paper because her dad threatened to do anything in his power to make her graduate. Their dad was a real piece of work.

Now, Thalia had a job in the city at a rescue center. Over the years, she’d grown pretty soft to animals and every couple of months tried to convince Annabeth and Leo to break their no pets allowed lease and adopt.

Annabeth knew Thalia loved no one in this world like her little brother. She’d do anything to protect him. She knew Thalia was terrified of heights but still went to the top of the Empire State Building for Annabeth’s eighteenth birthday. She stayed in the observatory room but she still made the journey to the top. Annabeth knew she acted tough and looked tougher but Thalia had a soft spot for animals, found family like Annabeth and Leo, and a love for anything so spicy it made you cry.

And Thalia knew Annabeth in all the same ways. She always kept a quart of mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer because she knew it was the one food Annabeth ate when stressed. Thalia knew Annabeth’s relationship with her family had always been a sore spot but as her stepbrothers got older, the closer the Chase siblings got. Most importantly, she knew Annabeth put her schoolwork above everything. Which is why she knew there was a slim chance that Annabeth would go out on weekends with her and Leo, not even to go see Jason’s band. Unless it was a special occasion like one of their birthdays.

“Alright ladies, it’s time for bed,” Leo announced from the top of their short staircase that led to their bedrooms. “Leo is tipsy and sleepy and your yapping is echoing down the hall.”

“We’re coming,” Thalia said.

…

Percy loved the rush of being on stage. It was like a wave crashing a little higher than expected but not enough to knock you down.

He didn’t always think he’d be a singer. There were a few years when he thought he’d never make anything of himself beyond a little family in New York if he was lucky. But when he got to college and met Piper it changed everything.

It was their spring semester of freshman year. Percy had been sitting in this big green space they had in the middle of campus on a blanket with his guitar. Paul, his stepdad, had taught him how to play when he was fifteen. Playing guitar had been the one thing aside from swimming that felt like home. Percy was good at it. He could calm his thoughts with chords and lyrics and keep his fingers busy with the strings. It was easy to get lost in it.

That’s exactly how Piper found him. She had this fierce energy about her. Confidence that Percy had always wished for in high school, something over the years that Piper had instilled in him.

She didn’t bother introducing herself or even saying anything at all. Instead, she just started singing.

There’s this movie that I think you’ll like This guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City This cowboy’s running from himself And she’s been living on the highest shelf

Percy harmonized with her until the song was over.

“You’ve got a great voice,” he told her.

“You’re pretty skilled yourself,” she replied, “I’m Piper.”

He had never seen her on campus before that day but they spent the next few months hanging out, watching movies, complaining about their shitty love lives, and eventually auditioning for a drummer.

It took 3 months before Jason walked into their audition room. That day it had been a space they rented on campus. The music department also lent out instruments so they rented a drum set for a few hours.

When Jason entered the room, Piper immediately whispered to Percy, “he’s hot,” and winked.

Percy wasn’t about to hire the guy based on how hot Piper thought he was but then they heard him play.

Now, he couldn’t imagine life without the two of them.

So yeah, Percy loved being on stage with two of his best friends but what he loved more was the moments just after he left the stage; when you could still hear the crowd applauding and the noise ringing in his ears when his bandmates clapped his shoulder and he’d bring them sweat and all into a bone-crushing hug, when Percy wonders if this feeling of lightness will ever disappear. When they make it big, will stadiums feel different? Or will they always be this weird trio from the New York City streets who love making music together?

But these last weeks, that lightness had formed itself into a tightness. Sitting right in the middle of his chest. And it had everything to do with a girl named Annabeth.

Maybe he should back up a little.

It was the weekend before St. Patrick’s Day, their last gig for two weeks. Jason was going on a sibling trip with his sister, Thalia, plus with the holiday almost no bars in the city were looking for some no-name-twenty-somethings and their band to be playing to the drunkest crowds. So, they wanted it to be a good one.

This bar was a place they hadn’t played before so setup took a little longer as they realized the stage was slightly larger than what they normally dealt with. It was a college bar which meant plenty of people their age, which was refreshing. Normally, Percy pulled out some oldies covers to appease the older crowds they typically played for.

He was happy to not have to try his darndest to remember the words to Haddaway’s What Is Love tonight. It repeated itself too much and got jumbled in his head.

It happened in the middle of their set. Piper was introducing the next song. She and Percy took turns with vocals. While Piper was talking about her ex-girlfriend who she wrote this song about, Percy was switching out his guitar for a tambourine. Percy began hitting his thigh with the tambourine, Jason was playing a steady beat on his drums, and Piper opened her mouth to start singing.

Heartbreak Saturday nights, getting ready To make you see that I'm better already I put on every perfume and I do it to hurt you, oooh Make sure I smell like your bedroom when I was in it Wearing the dress that I met you and sent you spinning And I flirt with your friends but it’s a beggar’s revenge Cause she’s with you again

Percy let his eyes wander over the crowd, people seemed to be enjoying their set. It was one of the biggest crowds they had played for. His eyes trailed over to the bar because he knew if Grover had shown up he’d be there. Grover tried to make it to most of their gigs but Percy never knew for sure if Grover had made it or not until he spotted him in the crowd. Percy had been looking for a pair of brown eyes belonging to his best friend but instead, he found himself caught in a pair of stormy gray ones.

She was watching him too. He knew because her cheeks flushed like she’d be caught doing something wrong; he was positive his were red too but hopefully it played off that he was just hot from performing.

He didn’t know it then but she was about to be the death of him.

[loufromthestars]

get to know me better!

thank you so so much vi @aestheticlarrie and sunni @pinknblueforever for tagging me!! 🫶🏻

rule: tag 10 people you wanna get to know better

relationship status: single!

fav color: black, always

song stuck in my head rn: Ella Usó Mi Cabeza Como un Revólver by Soda Stereo (i only read the title of the song while reading about them and now i can't seem to get it out 😭)

last song i listened to: Amygdala by Agust D

three fav foods: I’m a huge fan of soups in general, I absolutely love pasta and, moving onto the sweet side, cheesecake is the love of my life hagsh

last thing i googled: the book Demian by Hermann Hesse cause i want to buy a specific edition

dream trip: I have always wanted to go to Italy (to Rome, more specifically). I guess I’ve always felt very drawn to it because of its history, as it is a very old city and such.

I’m tagging @bravelylarrie @medicinelarrie @hometothecanyonmoon @whenyouvequitefinished @needvodkand1d @whenyoucallmelover @throughthedarklive @faithinthefuturedeluxe @gravityisholdingmeback & @strwbrryhrry (feel free to ignore!)

[lonelychicago]

Another song recommendation is

Paradise- coldplay

Wake up- avicci

Rises the moon -( there are so many different covers i dont know the real one)

Half light- banners

Someone to you- banners

Ship in a bottle- (again dont remember the artist, maybe could be used for a pirate au)

Grow as we go- ben platt

FIRST OF ALL ANON I LOVE GROW AS WE GO!!! i listened to it a million times while writing my therapy buddie fic and i just feel that song is so beautiful and amazing and aaaa!!!

ohhh!!! pirate au!!! i always wanted to write one and i think @the-likesofus is actually writing one so!!! also song rec for them !!!!

someone to you by banners is such a bop and it's on my buddie playlist but i didn't know about half light. SO GOOD. new song added to my spotify!!! the lyrics are soooo beautiful???? "let you wash over me when we're in the darkness" SCREAAAM

i listened to rises the moon by liana flores bc that was the first option. the song was so calming??? i loved it. thanks for the incredible rec 🥺

and wake up and paradise i already listened to them. they're both GREAT songs!!! (my friend went to see coldplay live when they came to argentina and he sent me a video of them singing paradise and yellow so both those songs are so special to me bc of that as well, just a nice lovely memory, y'know??? they also kinda sang de música ligera by soda stereo (an argentinian band) and it was soooo good, the public was INSANEEE. i recommend watching the video on youtube)

[undrgrnd-nft]

THE MOTION ART JOURNAL: ULTRARUIDOSO'S RESTLESS IMAGES

by David Koblesky

ORIGINALLY POSTED 12/22/22 ON UNDRGRND.IO

Imagine you are a traditional illustrator, and you are creating something new and are facing a blank sheet of paper.  But what if that paper enabled you to create something that moved?  Since almost all images we now look at are on a screen backed by a computer, this is possible.  The image that the illustrator will create, which used to be necessarily static because of the nature of paper, can now move because of the dynamic nature of the screen. Both are flat surfaces presenting an image.  But the one backed by a computer can easily move.

Argentine artist Ultraruidoso is like this:  Essentially an illustrator since all of the images are ‘static’ in that they are in one position and do not perform any real narrative ‘action.’  Despite being ‘static,’ they move in the most dynamic and exciting ways, made possible because of the computer behind the screen.  His images burst with life and energy even though they remain in one position.  XCOPY is an artist who works in this style, but Ultraruidoso also uses sound, which he discusses below.

Ultraruidoso was generous enough to answer some questions about his art.

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Do you have a day job?

No, I’m an independent artist, a crypto artist, and I live from my digital art sales. So far, I haven’t had many sales, and my income is low, but I’m confident in what I do. I never had much money, so I know how to get through periods where I don't sell, but I hope this situation improves. The most important thing is doing what I feel I’ve got to do. My art is my passion, and I enjoy creating with image and sound. 

Where did you grow up?

I grew up in Buenos Aires, in a small urban area. As a child, I drew monsters, aliens and space travellers. I dreamed of going to the stars in a spaceship, but I already lived in a galaxy far, far away, thanks to Star Wars. I liked and still like Horror, Fantasy and Sci-Fi movies, but I want to watch everything! I liked skateboarding and looking for “haunted houses” with my neighborhood friends. I love music, and since I was a baby, I listened to Pink Floyd, Emerson Lake & Palmer, Led Zeppelin, Yes, The Beatles, Queen, Kiss, Giorgio Moroder and Kraftwerk on my dad's vinyl records! Yeah, this beautiful mix made me listen to The Ramones, Nirvana, Daft Punk, The Chemical Brothers, Snoop Dogg, Illya Kuryaki and the Valderramas, Spinetta, Charly García and Soda Stereo at the same time over the years, to name a few.

Did you have art training?

I’ve always been self-taught, and also decided to study academically, which helped me interact with people and also confirm that I can’t follow others�� rules and that it is better for me to find my own way. I studied Image and Sound Design. I learned about visual, musical and cinematographic language and how to write stories and create with images and sounds. I studied animation in a very experimental school workshop where I animated all the time using different techniques. And experimentation has led me to learn skills in creating oscillators, piezoelectric microphones, homemade instruments, bio-interfaces and even to draw sound on film strips!

How did you start making motion art? How do you feel about motion work vs. static work? Because essentially your work is static, but in motion, if that makes sense? 

I experimented with still images, motion and sound, looking for my own style, a way of creating with which I feel is me, with which I can flow, have fun, have catharsis and be happy. I discovered that the best way to express myself is through animation, drawing and creating something alive, bringing out everything I’ve inside. I wanted to do it in a particular way; I wanted my art to be seen as losing the perception of time. I wanted to create a living image that you can always find new details in, details that you haven’t seen before. With static art, I couldn't achieve this, but I like the power of still images. I like it because you can enjoy simply looking at them or looking at them for meaning. When I created still images, I tried to create dynamism with my strokes, colors or adding sound to give them temporality, but still images are frozen in time. I wanted to create restless and live images, providing space for contemplation and reflection. Yeah, my art is motion, and at the same time, it’s static! I create animated lines, dots and shapes that form a figure that, if you abstract yourself, you can see as a whole static thing even though the parts that compose it are moving in an infinite loop, so this thing it’s alive. I create illustrations that are alive! But I also profoundly need to play with sound, make noises and music because, with these, I also express myself. 

What role do you think sound plays in your work?

Sound is the soul, the essence of my visual art because I create from my internal sounds and sound experimentation. I’m always creating with sound. Rhythm is in all my animations, even if they’re silent. But if my art has sound, it’s always to create meaning, say something, and give a sensation because sound creates a whole artwork with the image.

What tools/processes do you use to create your work?

I draw my animations and create sound with an iPad Pro. I like my Pencil and interact with multi-touch interfaces. Sometimes I have an idea or concept before starting to animate or make sounds, and other times it’s a catharsis of feelings or thoughts that take me on unknown and unexpected paths. I like to experiment, improvise, I want to play. I create my figures by drawing animated loops. Each one has different timing and all animations are a whole. They aren’t created to be viewed separately. My animations are short, usually one second long, and they’re designed to be looping endlessly. So GIF is the best format for me. Sometimes I animate from my sound experiments that I listen to while I’m drawing. Other times I let myself fly away with my mind and heart sounds, my inner rhythm. My state of mind influences the character and motion of each stroke I draw or each noise or sound I create.

How long have you been in the NFT scene? How has it gone so far?

I started showing my art as NFTs in March 2021. I consider myself a crypto artist. People are getting to know me, and my art has received positive feedback. I’m so happy about that because it motivates me to create more and more! I didn't use Twitter before, and it took me a long time to learn how to interact with people on this social network. But now I’m more comfortable and even create Spaces where I improvise with my sound, sometimes something musical comes up, sometimes it's a noisy madness, it's so fun!

What artists do you like and follow? 

XCOPY, A. L. Crego, Mirai Mizue, Jan Švankmajer. I would like to mention Norman McLaren and John Cage because I really like their work. 

Do you think that Motion Art is a new Art form as I lay out in my initial piece?

Motion Art has been around for many years, using all kinds of techniques and media. But not long ago, artists began to create art using the GIF format, whose main characteristic is the ability to repeat itself continuously. The repetition may or may not be noticeable, but when it isn’t, when you don’t know when a motion begins or ends, I think that art transports you to a timeless space. You can contemplate the artwork differently than a static illustration or an animation that starts and ends forever. I chose this way of creating with motion because I intend my art to seem alive, that you can look at it for as long as you want without being able to find the beginning or end of the motion of each element that I animate, that you can see it in constant motion, without noticing cuts, and that you can be surprised with a detail that you haven’t seen before. Because this way of creating art is becoming more and more popular, I agree with your thoughts about Motion Art. I'm not sure about the name because many people would argue that there’s a lot of motion art which may be created in other ways or follow different rules. Nor do I care about categories, but I think it's good that there are people like you who analyze art. I’ll be happy if you look at my art and feel the energy with which I created it, the motion that immortalizes my thoughts or feelings in an infinite loop. And thank you so much for your interest in what I do.

[agatalunar]

Hello My name is Colleen, my pronouns are she/her. If your reading thing is still open are there any messages from my guides/universe?

Thanks so much ♥️❤️

✫・.・ Personal reading ・.・✫

Hi dear ♡ thank you so much for sending your ask! ♡

cards -> Four of Wands, The sun, Three of Coups, Ace of Pentacles, Ace of Wands and Page of Wands

I see your guides celebrating and dancing from the spirit world, like “Yeah, she did it!”. You may have completed something that you have been waiting for a long time or you will soon complete a cycle/lesson.

"Look for us in your favorite place" they love when you communicate with them, they like that you ask them for help and that you let yourself be guided by them. Call them, they will always be willing to help you.

They make a lot of reference to birds, one of your spirit guides may be literally a bird or it may be your spirit animal, "have the same spirit as a bird, let yourself be guided as they let themselves be guided" is what I heard.

As I said I see a lot of celebration, your guides are so so proud that you are the person they are guiding. They only want the best for you, they don't want anyone to hurt you. They really like it when you laugh. If there is a group of people you enjoy hanging out with a lot, they tell you that you should spend more time with them.

This is so random but maybe one of your guides really likes the blue-green color.

“You are going to achieve that goal that you want so much if you set your mind to it”. Your guides are very supportive of that idea, have faith that everything will turn out as you want. Follow your dreams and reach them!

☆ Heartbeat by BTS ☆ En la cuidad de la furia by Soda Stereo ☆ It was a good day by Ice Cube ☆ Steal my girl by One Direction ☆ Up no more by Twice ☆ Mammamia by Maneskin ☆ Sucker by Jonas Brothers ☆ Budget by Megan The Stallion ☆ Energia by Ferraz ☆ Hero by Mariah Carey ☆

Important things of this reading -> a significant bracelet/necklace or amulet, color green, yellow and blue are important, gold, “smile more”, wind, a lot on emphasis on the hair, “the wind blows your hair”, amethyst

It was a pleasure doing your reading, I hope you enjoy it!

𓏸 ~ Sakura 🧚‍♂️

[yllowpages]

[ comfort ] for one muse to stay the night with the other after a hard day

It's difficult to keep fighting off the tears. It was easier before, when the anger was all white hot and fresh as he was walking away from her. But watching him leave turned into seeing everyone else in the hallway staring at them — at her ( the senior-crowned ' bitch ' ) — ... and it was barely eight in the morning at that point. So even in the privacy of her own bedroom, she doesn't want to let herself cry. ( She just ... doesn't want to believe that he really got to her ... )

Shawna just keeps herself hunched over her desk, a half-eaten plate of dinner off to the side, while she absentmindedly scribbles random shapes and lines in the corner of her algebra homework. She keeps her head leaned into her palm, eyelids drooping. Somewhere in the background, the doorbell rings, but she doesn't move. ( Her mom will probably get it, or her dad ... ) She finally puts her pencil down, deciding she might as well give up — but only because it's Friday so she has more time to get the assignment done and won't have to turn it in late.

Just then, there's a knock at her bedroom door, to which she lazily responds, ❝ Come in. ❞ She has to assume it's her mother ( her dad always freezes up a little whenever he sees she's upset ; not because he doesn't care, he just ... has a less delicate hand ) , but the voice that says, ' Hey, your mom said you were up here, ' is most definitely not her mom and it makes her turn around in her chair. She just talked to Matthew on the phone like ... two hours ago, but apparently her insistence ' No, I'm totally fine! ' didn't convince him. Because here he is, with a couple sodas and a paper bag in his hand. And as sweet as it is ( as much as this wants to make her cry even more than what Matthew J. said this morning ) , she immediately feels guilty : ❝ Hey — but I thought Scotty Howe — isn't he doing a thing at his house tonight? You said you were going with the team. ❞

' Didn't really feel like it. ' She watches him set the drinks and the bag on her bed and then head over to her stereo to start going through her cassettes. Shawna holds onto the back of her desk chair and her brow furrows and she says, ❝ But — you love those parties. Like what if right now Scotty's trying to break into his neighbor's yard again to get all his frisbees back? ❞ She smiles a little bit, for the first time in hours, but it's when he adds, ' Eh, it's never as fun without you, ' that Shawna feels like she really might crack. ❝ Oh ... ❞ ( Matt picks a cassette and drops it in the tape deck on her stereo : Toto's ' IV ' . )

' Scotty's just going to get caught again anyway so that's why we are going to have our own party. ' He goes over to her bed and sits down ( he always makes himself right at home ) . He moves one of the sodas across the bed, in the direction of her desk, and then he opens the paper bag : donuts. Of course, he somehow found the one place in Hawkins that's still selling donuts at eight o' clock at night ... ' What's it going to be, pretty lady? Chocolate iced? Rainbow sprinkle? Vanilla creme? ' Shawna finally gets up from her desk and moves to the bed, crawling over the mattress to sit down nice and close to him. ❝ Duh — rainbow sprinkles, please and thank you, ❞ she responds with a more wholehearted smile. She takes the donut, wrapped in a napkin, from him, before they both sit back against the headboard.

Shawna rips pieces of the donut off to eat them, settling in right at his side. She's starting to feel better now — for the next few minutes they just sit and talk like they normally would. And she basically forgets all about one of the more popular seniors calling her a bitch in front of half the school. But it's still eating away at her, and, he must realize that, because he asks if she's okay ' after everything this morning ' . She folds up what little remains of her pink-frosted donut into the napkin and sets it carefully onto her bedspread. ❝ Yeah, ❞ is how she starts, but pretty quickly she's sniffing and her cheeks are hot — she finally cries. So Matt sets his snack aside as well and sits up a little straighter. ❝ No one's ever ... called me a bitch before, ❞ she confesses. ❝ And he's such an asshole, so I shouldn't care but ... ❞ She wipes her tears onto the back of her hand and her boyfriend puts an arm around her more securely. ' Well, you're not — but he definitely is. ' She laughs a little bit, leaning into him more and wiping away more tears.

She takes a breath lets her head rest against his shoulder for a few moments. She keeps playing the moment over in her head — everything Matthew Jenkins said, the look on his face, how angry he sounded ... She suddenly lifts back up so she can look him in the face. ❝ You know you're not braindead, right? ❞ she asks, earnestly. ( That's the part that still makes her angry ... ) Matt almost seems confused at how genuine the question is : ' Yeah, I know — but he definitely is. ' Shawna breaks into a smile with another laugh, the tears finally stopping.

@decimatlas / matthew s.