#Shosh

[zephyrfuse]

REMEMBER TO HACK UR 3DS AND WII U BEFORE NINTENDO SHUTS DOWN THEIR INTERNET SUPPORT (April 8th)

[reshirfuse]

ough toshiro is speedrunning his way to being one of my fav characters. He's so autistic and terrible at expressing himself and comes from a high context "saying no is extremely rude" culture. He is a foreigner. He withdraws when he's overwhelmed because he can't express articulately his needs. The most selfish thing he ever did was ask his family to try and rescue falin with him. He respects laios so damn much, and had a hard time telling laios to back off cause he didnt want to be rude to someone he sees as so sincere. He's dedicated and hard working to a fault. That dedication and respect is how he says "i love you." I want this man to be fed and happy.

[fourshords]

green canonically in text and shown to our faces is a complex character capable of showing a strong sense of justice, anger, and pettiness all while being incredibly compassionate and sympathetic and trusting and understanding and y'all are SLEEEPING

[reshoravian]

i'm a 0 note artist and then i draw fandom art and i blow up and then act like i don't know nobody agagagagagagagga

[outterridge]

[FORMAL] (ur turn)

Dona squeezed her cousin tight, grinning ear to ear. Every part of the day had been perfect so far, in its imperfection. From her crazy housemates taking it upon themselves to alter each other's dresses the morning of the wedding, needing two potions to counteract the whole bottle of champagne she'd drunk already, and fielding a phone call from Loxley, who was panicking about the type of moss Shosh had asked him to hang from the roof- all of it was messy, and exactly how she wanted it.

She'd made sure to ask both Nate and Lox, one after the other, because if they were together they'd rub their two brain cells together and find some way to protest. As she pulled back from the hug, there was a knock at the door, and Loxley came bundling on through.

He looked sweet, and disheveled, as he usually did. Although she'd been confused when Shosh first brought it up, she really was glad that her maid of honour had insisted that Loxley wear shoes. He looked nice. Put together. But still himself. The sight of him made Dona smile her honey-butter closed-mouth grin, looking from her cousin to her brother, then back again.

"Uh, Harriet said you wanted me to come? I thought it was, like, bad luck to see the bride or something? You look really good, though." Loxley scratched the back of his head.

Dona rolled her eyes, then looked down at her dress, smoothing it out, "Well- thanks. But no, you're not the groom, so... Anyway. I already asked Nate, and he's cool with it, but I want you to walk me down the aisle, and give me away. Both of you."

Loxley was about to protest, and Dona shook her head, looking up at them both. "Please?" She asked, rounding on her brother with the same big, shiny eyes she'd used on Nate. Their kryptonite. "Come on, don't make me beg, it's my wedding! I knew you guys wouldn't say yes if I asked you ages ago. You would've freaked," That didn't seem to do too much to sway them- even Nate was now reconsidering, "I can sic Shosh on you both. And she hasn't eaten for like, six hours. She'll go feral."

Lox and Nate made eye contact, and Dona sighed, turning back to the full-body mirror she'd been getting ready in. "I just..." She looked down at her fingers, and fiddled with her engagement ring, "I just want one thing to be normal. I know you don't like him-"

There was a scoff behind her, some mumblings of protest, but Dona looked up in the mirror to glare at them both. They went quiet as she continued, "I know. But you don't have to like it. You don't get to pick for me. This is our choice- we will do this with or without you- but we want you to be part of it. You're our family."

Loxley wasn't able to hold it any longer. He strolled forward, taking his hands out of his pockets and pulling Dona in for a hug. She smiled, squeezing him tight, then pulled back, "So you'll do it? Both of you?"

"Yeah- sure. Thanks for asking me, Don." Lox smiled, and Dona peeked around him to look at Nate, who waved her off. That was as close to consent as Dona could give.

"Okay! Family time done!" Came Shosh's booming voice from through the door, before she let herself in. The brunette headed straight for the drinks cart, and poured a tray of shots (presumably) for all four of them, "We doing this, or what?"

The shots were passed out, and Shosh raised hers in the air, "To siccing me on you if you fuck this up!" She proposed as a toast, and Dona snorted, raising her glass to Lox with a nod, and Nate with a found smile, before she knocked it back.

[arakiincel]

13 🕺🕺

forget her - jeff buckley !!!!

[reshirfuse]

fuck it reblogging my own tags cause this is one of the best pieces of advice i've ever learned in my life honestly and the quicker people learn to be intentional and present the better any of their rest periods or vacations or breaks will feel

Reminder to self:

[zephyrfuse]

SPLATBAND NAMES GOT LOCALIZED UH OH

Some of them haven't changed but REALLY???? THEY JUST LOOKED AT IKKAN LIKE "HAHA DIE I GUESS"

KEATON???

MASHUP????? nah nah nah HAAHAHAH

[reshirfuse]

"pay the poor more" must be accompanied with "pay the rich less" otherwise all you get is inflation and small business unable to deal with new costs. every time I hear a law passed that raises minimum wage without the money coming from the top, i get so frustrated cause it won't fix anything and it allows large chains and monopolies to further replace small local establishments

[fourshords]

FOUR SWORDS JP MANGA BREAKDOWN 1/???

VIZ permanently has infected how this manga is interpreted in canonical discussion in so many ways.

Today i'll talk about when they made the translation error where vio says "shadow wasnt really evil" because in japanese he says

"shadow did all these evil things because, he wanted us to look behind and see him"

(the usage of reflect/look behind is so artistic to me btw cause. Shadow. Yknow)

also the bottom bubble says

"He really was lonely, that guy"

NOT whatever Viz put in, with the whole "he wants us to be Our Family" this misinterprets/twists shadow's original character quite a bit

also Shadow says to Vio after betrayal says

"you're worse than an evil person!!" (or more directly, "worse than a bad person, you are!!!) ((yoda ass))

and not .... whatever Viz put in there (best translation i can give)

VIZ also is just terribly translated and inserted a lot of weird "family friendly american lessons" (EX: He wanted us to be our Family) where there were not any, and took out a lot of meaning and characterization behind certain scenarios, (especially for blue) but thats another discussion...

[reshirfuse]

there a bitter sweetness about being nostalgic about years you hated in your life though

It's something about that there WERE things that were enjoyable, even if it felt normal or mundane at the the time. There WAS good back then, even if it was so overwhelmed by negative experiences.

Maybe the normal and the mundane of the background noise and the songs you heard back then was the good we never knew how to appreciate compared to the bad, that we learn how to appreciate as we get older

the irony that we didn't think of it much or think of enjoying it at that moment, but then that moment is gone, and you wish to give it appreciation you didn't give before

girl help they’re playing music that was popular when i was in high school and making me feel nostalgic for an era of my life i have zero desire to return to

[reshoravian]

thank you random people who like my art all the sudden ahah i love you 😭

[casshasfangs]

you sold me for parts

The music came in the same way it had when Rosalind Albany was young: in the middle of the night, through a restless sleep. Except when she was younger, she would roll over in bed, rummage on her bedside table for a pen and napkin, scrawl something semi-coherent and then try to sleep until she could get herself somewhere that she could play music without disturbing her sleeping roommates. Now, she pulled back the sheets of her hotel bed, strode across the room to where her phone was charging, unhooked it, and sang into the voice recorder:

“You sold me for parts, as you sunk your teeth into me…”  and then a hum of a tune, a few whispered words about a key, a piano, and then, “I knew it was strange, you only came out at night… Bloodsucker, dream-fucker, no, fame-fucker, you’re bleeding me dry…”

When she was younger, that would have been enough to allow her at least a few hours of sleep. The words and music would stop until the sun rose. But Rosalind hadn’t written like this for years, bordering on decades.

She pressed her fingers deep into the corners of her eyelids, then folded her hands under her chin, staring at the wall, illuminated by her phone light. She wished she was back home in LA, where it wouldn’t be strange to head to a studio in the middle of the night, hit with nostalgia. Where uber drivers weren’t suspicious of a 3am pickup, and drive-thrus supplied coffee by the gallon. England would have to do.

Ros dressed simply, and didn’t bother with makeup given the hour. On her way to the door, Rosalind eyed her guitar, still in its case, pressed against the wall. Did it even still play? Why did she bother packing it, if she knew she wasn’t in the business of writing anymore? Ros pursed her lips as she tied the laces on her shoes, and then picked up the case, before leaving her room.

—

White Witch Studios was designed to not allow an inch of sunlight through its doors, so Rosalind literally lost track of time. She must have spent hours down there, transitioning from strumming her guitar, to scrawling lyrics and notations on pieces of paper, to sliding on a pair of headphones and singing lines over and over until they sounded correct. It was how it had always been when she was younger, the situation and the emotions overtaking her until they had to pour out into her music. Like a weight in her chest, a frenetic energy that rose within her, spilling everywhere. It puddled at her feet, and rose, and for moments, Ros would tip her head back as if the flood was lapping at her neck, and she was desperate for air.

When the front door to the studio was opened, Ros gave another gasp for air, blinking. She closed her eyes, arched her back and stretched out her neck. Inhaled, and exhaled. The energy in the studio was frantic at the best of times, but even the best of them wouldn’t have coped with the emotional energy Ros expended when she wrote.

She placed her guitar on a stand, then collected her papers, heading out of the recording booth just as Shoshana entered and flung herself dramatically on the couch in the mixing room.

“Shosh,” She greeted the girl, sliding her work underneath a cup of coffee that was long since cold. 

Shosh, who was clearly still irritated with her for not disclosing her friendship with Sascha, eyed the blonde irritably. She swept a critical gaze over her, and Rosalind folded her arms, raising her chin. “Are you like… Okay?”

Rosalind rolled her eyes, then started to switch on the monitor in the booth, ready for them to play back and discuss the song Shosh had recorded the day prior. “Of course not. I just read the consultant report on loss margins, if the band decides to continue this tantrum.”

Shosh also rolled her eyes, and Ros turned from her to focus on the computer, searching for the files Eric would have uploaded overnight. Ros tapped her fingers irritably as she searched for it, then pulled out her phone. Eric had not finished the track. He agreed with her- Ignorance was not a solo acoustic piece.

“Is it ready?” Shosh asked, turning her head as though she couldn’t possibly bring herself to be anything other than horizontal.

“No,” Rosalind admitted, and Shosh quirked a brow. That was not how Rosalind did things. The razor-sharp woman ruled her work life with an iron grip, missing a deadline wasn’t just a rarity, but an impossibility. “It’s not a solo piece, Shosh.”

Shosh’s cheeks went pink, and Ros heard her breath tighten. “Yeah, well…” Her voice got a bit squeaky, “There’s not a lot I can do…”

“While you’re here, I’ve got something else for you, too. New song. It’s written for guitar, but I’m sure you could adapt it. Here-” With one hand, she took her coffee, and with the other she passed her music across to Shosh. 

Shosh raised her arms so that she didn’t have to sit up, reading the music and humming the notes- not dissimilar to how Ros had, minutes ago. She let the papers rest on her chest, frowning, “Is this open market?”

“No, private sourced.” Rosalind replied, turning back in her chair to prep the booth for the new track.

“Who wrote it?” Shosh asked, finally able to sit up and eventually stand.

Rosalind ignored her for a moment, busying herself with prep work, before Shosh entered the booth, putting on headphones as she had the day before.

“Who wrote it?” Shosh repeated, her voice echoing in the booth before Ros stood to close her in.

Ros put on her headphones, then folded her hands. “I did,” She answered simply, then moved on, “Try to keep it in the same key there- it shifts up after the second chorus.”

Shosh’s mouth was half-open, she looked at Rosalind, dumbfounded. “You wrote this.” She said, doubt dripping from her achingly teenage tone, before she threw her hands up, “When are you going to tell me what the fuck’s going on? First, you’re long-lost besties with Sascha, now you’re telling me you’re- what, a lyricist?” 

Rosalind pursed her lips. A lyricist. Frankly, the title was almost an insult after everything she’d pushed to accomplish in her career. “If you don’t want to record, Shosh, we can go home. I have plenty of other places to be.”

@virtuoshosh

[zephyrfuse]

god i hate nintendo so fucking much i'll never buy another thing from them, good day. we will have to resort to emulation and fan servers from then on out completely

[reshirfuse]

third secret option: ur in hell and ur too far in to back out now

“im learning another language” can only mean two things:

I have been studying this language for over a decade please forgive any mispronunciation im still learning

i have a 2 day streak in duolingo and IM REALLY FEELING IT THIS TIME

[reshirfuse]

my mom in the middle of a convo about our last watch with dungeon meshi said kabru is in love with laios out loud and me and my roommate laughed so hard because it was not something we expected my mom to say