#Sing About Me

[ranidspace]

kendrick recs:

his entire discography

actually, i said that as a joke but. no genuinely for fucking real.

its so fucking hard to pick favourites songs. just pick an album and listen to the whole thing. any album. if you heard people saying Kendrick won a pullitzer, it was for DAMN. which is an incredibly good album to start with. To Pimp A Butterfly is the highest rated album of all time and is so fucking good. Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers is his newest full album and feels a bit different to the rest but still it's on the same quality. Section.80 and good kid, m.A.A.d. city are both incredibly solid albums and both iconic in their own way. everything this man puts out is amazing. It's hard to put into words how much i love it all sorry

If ur a kendrick fan reblog this with ur favourite song from each album to give non kendrick fans recommendations

[dnd7]

[felacunti]

Four of the greatest lyrics in any song I've ever heard. So simple that they, frankly, don't even really need elaboration. It doesn't stop me from trying though.

The conflict endemic to all black art, especially art by those with the clout, money and ability to engage in minor social mobility is that much of this art comes from pain. Senseless pain. A lot of joy, absolutely. But so much loss that the gains struggle to matter at times.

You can choose salvation or sin, but neither will save you. You can choose to pull the trigger or you can be shot down. False dichotomies, right. Religion won't save you from poverty so deep that its inherited like dynasty. It's the same as indulgence, its a stopgap, a temporary diversion from the things we cannot control around us.

Make a pack or get turned into a pack, you'll be remembered all the same. Neither is an honorable position and neither is predestined. The one firing has just as much to lose as the person being put down.

But there's something. Fascinating about the ultimate choice presented in this song, one that breaks from the narratives that sell so much music and appease the gaze of white consumers and the liberals who shake their heads and the conservatives who poison the well further.

In the absence of the person whose life has been taken, others will carry their name on. That doesn't make it right, that doesn't make it just. But telling that story, opening that wound and letting that vulnerability bleed out means a lot more than painting your scars gold.

[myali444]

Promise that you will sing about me

[juunosixx]

Lilo & stitch

[prlssprfctn]

Imagine, if instead of making Red Hood a crime lord and then vigilante, Jason pursues a singing career. And not just as a regular singer, but someone like Kendrick Lamar, with story-telling songs where he roasts famous people (Batman included) and does the whole theatre play, when he performs on the scene?

Jason, pulling up on the scene in Look What You Made Me Do music video style (aka, by getting out of his own grave): Sorry, the old Red Hood can't answer on the phone right no-ow! Why? Oh, because he is dead! Batfamily, stumbling across the livestream of the concert during their family dinner: 0_0

Jason: Say, Batman, you like your wards as soldiers the most? Bruce, not knowing if he should be happy, mad or just silently suffer through the stroke: ...

Tim, ranting, very excited: So, I tried to analyse his latest performance, and did you know that the beat drop in his latest song matches the exact amount of time Joker hit him with the crowbar??? Dick, sniffling: Yeah? Tim: Yeah! That's so cool! And I checked another performance of his, and the cigarette he throws in the pile and that causes a fake explosion, it is the same mark that his bio mom smoked! Tim: And, oh, so cool, but he rhymed the- Bruce, with his eye twitching: Tim. Can you. Not.

Bruce, half-delirious in the row of Jason's fans on his autograph session: Jason, please, let's go home. Jason, blowing a bubblegum: You want an autograph, mister Wayne? Sure... From Red Hood to the most okayish dad in the world. Muah. Here you go. Bruce: Jason- Teenage girls, shoving Bruce on the back: MAN, COME ON, DO YOU KNOW YOU HAVE THIRTY MINUTES?? WE WERE STANDING HERE FOR SIX HOURS!!! Jason, feigning a fake disappointment: Ah, you heard them, mister Wayne. Next one! Bruce: ...

[riovidalharkness]

Aubrey wore a tie dye shirt for her first public appearance since the passing of her husband 💔💖

[harbingerofsoup]

there’s death of the author and then there’s whatever the fuck is up with danny phantom

[raplinenthusiasts]

:)

[vaguely-concerned]

My two cents on how much of Mind!Varric is Rook’s mind trying to fill the blank space and how much is Solas actively talking through a convenient blood magic paper doll of the mind: I think it's a mix of both, a truly collaborative psychosocial horrorshow if you would, but waaaay more towards the second. It feels too directed and tactical at times to be anything else. Rook's mind is willing to go along with the denial phase as far as it can fucking carry them to not have to face the grief and regret and does its part in papering over details that don’t make any sense, the way brains will strive to create coherent meaning even out of deeply confusing input, but to my understanding it's a collaborateur in how that plays out, not the instigator or control center. Solas is using it as a path to agency and to gather insight into Rook as a person unguarded as he can't count on in his own guise. (That stoic option that leads to him being like 'oh I see you're cautiously denying me access to your inner life. well. at least you still have Varric to talk to. y'know as an outlet :)'. You absolute BITCH Solas! That alone convinced me that he HAS to have an active hand in it on some level.)

My guess is that it takes considerable effort on Solas’ part to make Mind!Varric do anything more involved or complicated than seeming to sit up in bed and give casual commentary, and that’s why he keeps having eerie five minute shallow pep talks with you before he announces he conveniently needs a nap aaanyway good luck kid you got this haha. When he’s just spouting NPC lines from his bedrest, I’m ready to believe that could be Rook’s mind being allowed to improv lines for him more freely because it’s less about Solas trying to get something out of them or working an angle and more ‘Still here! Still totally alive and fine and the mentor figure you know and love and trust :) don’t even worry about it! Thankfully there is no war in Ba Sing Sei, as we all know’ upkeep work lol. Rook’s mind is allowed to set the tone of Varric, the outlines, but not always the content. 

AND, on a (beautifully fucked up) character psychology level, I feel like Solas is indulging in actually getting to be the good supportive mentor figure to Rook with one hand to assuage the guilt he feels about what he's done -- and what he's going to do -- to them with the other. Same internal logic as he uses in Trespasser about the Qun. ‘Almost everyone is going to die from the course of action I’m doggedly pursuing eventually. But at least I can make their last years happier and freer and kinder than they would have been otherwise. and that kind of makes up for it right. a little bit. doesn't it. doesn't that make it better at least. I need that to make it better)'. Did I really take your beloved mentor and friend from you if you don’t know yet that I did? Some philosophers would argue not really! So it’s probably almost ok actually. Isn’t it even a little noble that I’m taking all this grief and guilt on myself and shielding you for now. With undertones that I’m not sure he would realize himself (and might be mortified by if he did) that he is so incredibly lonely, and even a dishonest and indirect emotional connection is more than nothing when you’re that desperate. In this setup he gets idk. Both the control he craves so incredibly badly in relationships and over himself, and the scraps, the fading afterimages, of intimacy and warmth and companionship, even second hand. The one thing Solas and Rook agree on deep deep down is that they really wish Varric weren't gone. They're handshake memeing this in the saddest and most creepy way possible.

I think an important element too is that Solas needs Rook and their team to *succeed* —  up to a certain point. He needs someone to hold the two other elven mean girls off until he can get out of here. Ideally, in a perfect world, even do all the hard work of killing them so he can swoop in at the end and do his thing when both sides are exhausted and out of resources to stop him, and then Bob’s your uncle! Same logic as he was using with Corypheus, and after that worked out so well, too! King of choosing to never learn from a single solitary mistake he’s ever made even though i fully believe he could have the capacity to Fen’Harel <3 The underlying idea isn’t flawed, you see, it was just unforeseen circumstances getting in the way. This time for sure it’ll all work out the way I cleverly imagined it in my head beforehand. Cue By Talos this can’t be happening etc. in the form of a statue almost crushing him like a bug. 

So he's providing guidance and forging Rook into a leader from two angles: one Rook might not trust, and one they probably will. Shaping them into what he needs slowly and carefully. He’s helping you hone your team into their most effective state, as he might have done with his own agents back in the day, setting up his chess pieces even if he has to squint through two glimpsed realities to do it haha. Pincer maneuver of an insidious stealth mentor you never asked for. Also… at one point mind Varric gives you a whole little monologue about how Solas' problem is that he’s always seen his interpersonal connections as flaws and see where it’s landed him, all alone and the worst part? it hasn’t even worked. it’s all been for nothing he’s back where he began with nothing to show for it but his mistakes. Like...that has such strong 'uh okay happy to play your therapist from two rooms away here what the fuck kind of traumadump is this' energy to me, I’m not sure Rook like. Thinks that much about Solas as a private person. So much of Solas' self-loathing and futile insights into his own flaws seem to shine through in Mind!Varric's dialogue all the time — I just can't believe that there's no guiding hand behind it as it were. 

Most of all. I feel like people underestimate the degree to which Solas is incredibly funny. As in, he has a very consistent and recognizable sense of humour. It’s one of my very favourite things about him. We must remember — it is crucial that we always keep in mind — Orlesian accent and wig Solas from May The Dread Wolf Take You (my beloved, the explanation for why I love this dude even with the. All of the everything else. No one does it quite like him). He is not at all above doing things or adding little flourishes for his own obscure amusement, in fact that seems to me to be one of his most consistent traits. The Randy Dowager Quarterly comment Varric has? The ‘Maybe this is the Dread Wolf’s revenge. Forcing us to house sit for him’ thing? To Me this is 100% Solas amusing himself in his boring Fade jail surrounded by the screaming hellscape of all his regrets. Source: it came to me as divine revelation through pure vibes trust me bro 

If nothing else I find it much more narratively interesting personally if the connection between Rook and Solas really is that defenselessly intimate and entwined (and so unbalanced!), and the sense of violation and invasion and betrayal afterwards consequently all the more nauseatingly intense. Even if you kept him at arm’s length in the open, he’s been under your skin the whole time, looking around, gathering what he needs to destroy you, wearing the face of a friend. Regretfully, probably, but choosing to do it every step of the way anyway. (Sound familiar, Inquisitor? Solas doesn’t have that many tricks when you actually look at it, he keeps returning to old tried and true ones like a dog with a bone haha.) Maybe he even genuinely meant some of it as mercy, which only makes it so much worse. It makes his sin against his own core principles of autonomy and the freedom of all beings in mind, spirit and body so much more juicily grave if it’s something he pursues actively and consistently, rather than it half-falling into his lap as a happy accident mainly orchestrated by Rook’s own subconscious. Solas, too, is at his very lowest point, the closest to giving in and becoming his own antithesis fully that he’s ever been, and it makes the choice of whether you still reach out your hand to him one last time or not all the more impactful and difficult.

[sanayeon]

STRATEGY — TWICE ft. Megan Thee Stallion (2024)

[tsukk1]

making songs about frogs and bugs !!

[benevolenterrancy]

~loathing, unadulterated loathing~

[fairytwles]

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

Had this Headcannon that when Multi-Lingual Dick and Jason get drunk they start singing Ballads in Spanish. Yeah some classical shit like Vicente Fernandez but also the most wild Selena you've ever heard.