#Stuck in my brain

[momhwa117]

why is my brain going

✨ SHIKANOKO NOKO NOKO

KOSHITANTAN✨

at odd intervals...

Few days ago it was the Korean cheerleading dance and now this....

Haven't seen the anime yet but yeah if you can't say the song is my favourite right now

[doughyduo]

thinking about navia but

super super heavy...

[scientistswishingwell]

There’s something about the story of Orpheus and Eurydice that’s held my soul in a vise gripe since I saw Hadestown

And I think it’s the fact that the story is of course, devastating, but it doesn’t mean anything

Not to say that it’s meaningless, but that so many other stories in mythology are used to explain natural phenomena or take down histories or tell cautionary tales about what happens when you mess with the gods

No, in this case, it’s just a tale of two people who loved each other, and would go to the ends of the earth to save one another. It wasn’t about destiny or being forced down some awful path or making terrible mistakes and being filled with regret. At its core, this is just a story about love, in it’s most human vulnerability and strength.

I mean, think about someone you love. Doesn’t even have to be a romantic partner. I know, in my absolute core, that I would go to the ends of the earth and back and around again for my partner. I’d die for my sister. I’d live for my dog.

Sure, Orpheus walks the lonely road to hell and nearly makes it back. And maybe, sometime in history, there was a man named Orpheus who loved his wife and when she was taken from him, he followed, in one way or another, never to return. It’s not vengeance. It’s not destiny. In a way, it’s not even valor or chivalry or bravery. It’s just love. At its core, it’s just love. And maybe the people left behind honored that by telling their story.

So it is a sad song, an old tale. And we sing it again and again, because we hope that if someday we have to follow our lives into hell with no hope of returning, there will be some vestige of our love left behind.

So if I am remembered for anything, thousands of years after I have gone, let it be for my love.

I was here, and I loved, and I left with love, and I didn’t get to come back, so sing my song, in my absence, with love.

[sadghostgirl14]

Stuck between wanting to be patient with myself wanting to take my time and heal and other part of me feeling like time is slipping away and I’m wasting every minute …

[ireallyamabear]

Before there was hope in the galaxy - there was - ANDOR As a ruthless empire tightens its grip, One man, chosen by happenstance, will rise up to become a leader of a revolution. He is a new kind of leader for a new age, His name is ANDOR

[ineedthesons]

It was, out of necessity, an unconsumated soul bond. Platonic, though not due to lack of desire between Juice and Chibs. But being Sons they couldn't take that final step. The Club was more important than even soul mates. They had accepted that, taken what they could when they could. Always touching in some way.

It was likely for the best, Juice thought. Chibs looking away from him, turning away on that highway as Jax handed him his kutte, that haunted his nightmares already. Juice's chest still ached. Chibs hadn't severed their bond, though it was only a small comfort because Juice wasn't likely to be around long enough to be worth the pain of it. They'd both live with the discomfort of withdrawal until Juice was gone and Chibs could be find someone else.

The damn guard was talking to the door in front of him, then opened it. Juice knew who the con was that stepped in. Ron Tully, shot caller and Juice's protection inside while he did his duty. Of course it didn't come cheap, but Juice didn't care. Right now he was trying to silence his brain before it revved up. Thinking useless thoughts about his Filip. Or he puked, again. Bond withdrawal was a bitch but not fatal. He'll get something at the clinic for it.

"I'll see you later, baby." Tully was too close, and for one instant Juice thought he was going to pass him by. To not brush his cheek or pet his arm.

Juice was not that lucky. Or maybe he was. But Tully did reach out, fingers under Juice's chin to try to get him to look into Tully's dark eyes. They touched, but only for a moment. The ache in Juice's chest eased but that was overshadowed by the shock he'd felt once before. It almost brought him to his knees then and it was the same now.

Tully was leaning heavily on the interview room's chair. He was panting, and Juice was beginning to feel the curl of emotion not his own nestling right beside the black hole where Chibs' emotion should have been.

He and Tully were bonded. And Chibs too, he hasn't been forced out. A triad. Not rare, but uncommon. About the same odds as red hair, if Juice remembered right. He shook his head making himself focus. His wandering brain was a coping mechanism. "Holy shit." Juice's voice cracked. He hadn't been using it much.

"Indeed. This changes a few things." Tully's own voice had only a small tremble to it. He tilted his head. "I'll have to call the lawyer. And Jackson... And..." A pause. Juice felt his confusion, curiosity. Irritation. "Whoever is giving us indigestion."

Juice wasn't sure what he meant, but then he understood. Tully could either feel Chibs directly, or through Juice. "I jus' wanna lay down." Too honest for such a new bond, new friendship. Too honest especially when Tully was who he was. But on the other hand.... Someone was here for him. Someone else who was, apparently, a match to him.

Tully came off his chair and held out his hand. "I think that can be arranged, sweetheart. You an' me, and whenever we get this sorted we'll add in our third." Tully was so... Cheerful about it. First bond, Juice knew that euphoria. He felt it, too, and it pushed against the depression he'd had for... Too long, now. Maybe it wouldn't last, but Juice decided to take it. He reached and curled his fingers around Tully's hand. At the same time the ache, Chibs' ache, diminished. Confusion, the echo of it, replaced it. Juice knew he needed to do something. He sent back assurance; they would have to talk later.

"Ortiz! Tully! You two head to the clinic!"

(Should I continue this Au?)

[tomorrowillbeyou]

LITERALLY never was there ever a geoff so rickly

[neonviper]

When Chase Atlantic said "I would give my soul away not to feel this/ Struggle with it everyday, it's like an illness/ I just sit and lie awake, I'm on some real shit" they've been talking for me

[onnyinka]

While waiting who is going to be czech representative in Eurovision, this masterpiece came out.

[professional-apotheosis]

Waking up with random songs stuck in my head is so exhausting sometimes, because like on the one hand I do not have the energy for Serj Tankian yet, but on the other hand

BAAAABYYYY OH BAAAAABBBYYYY

BAAAABYYYY OH BAAAAAAAAABE

BAAAABYYYY OH BAAAAABBBYYYY

I MISS YOUUUUUUUU

LA LA LA LA

[an-android-in-a-tutu]

The thing about Lucifer from Lucifer is that. Well he sucks. Objectively. He is a sleezebag and a selfish asshole and maybe barely charming enough to pull that off on a good day. He is a pathetic wet rat of a man who learns the exact wrong lesson from the situations he ends up in with such consistency that it almost has to be deliberate but he's dumb enough that you can almost believe he really is just like that. But either way it's too frustrating to watch to inspire any kind of sympathy for him.

However.

Lucifer is. See he's just in the torment nexus? All the time. And he can't escape it. Because his father is an all knowing all powerful being who he hates and he has no idea how much of the world around him is being deliberately manipulated by God and to what end. He is constantly trying to act in defiance of God's will but he has no idea what it is and so bases most of his behaviour off of wild paranoid conclusions in response to what everyone around him perceives to be random events. And they may be! The torment nexus could be the entire universe or it could exist solely in Lucifer's head but either way he can literally never escape it.

And that. Fascinates me. A little.

[hauntingrabbits]

comic

[temporalteardrop]

bass makes a dollar. i make a dime. that's why i think about lesbian sex on company time

[nataliescatorccio]

"I could be really brash and really loud and really dressed however I wanted to and almost made [Chappell] on purpose a drag version of myself so I can be whatever I want. It allows me to feel really safe exploring those aspects of myself. I’d never be able to do that if I took myself super seriously with pop. I think that the project has allowed me to be a part of the queer community in a deeper way because I'm not observing from the outside anymore. I feel like I'm in it. I am the queer community–it's allowed me to just feel queer, feel like a queer person and feel freedom in that."

[lossesoflove]

literally “can you love me despite the things i cannot offer?”

Alain de Botton, Essays in Love [transcript in ALT]