#also “she blinded me with science” is such a them song

[euporie-art]

sighhhh more lazy sleepy benbaro

there is a version of this with a bg but it's shit

as usual barok is a nightmare to draw but Albert could never fail me 💝

sorry for clogging the benbaro tag guys theyre in my brayne

headcanons and a doodle under the cut if anyone's curious

-Albert is double jointed, completely unrelated to anything here

-he usually sleeps naked and on his back

-barok is embarrassingly cuddly, he will either lay flat on top of Albert like a very heavy, very muscular blanket, or he'll curl up around him like a cat

-he needs wine or a warm drink to sleep, a record of a soothing orchestral piece, and at least 30 minutes of reading, and only sleeps in his perfectly made bed

-Albert can just pass out anywhere at a moments notice. click and he's out.

-eventually they end up living together and Albert puts on some healthy muscle and weight since he's eating higher quality food

-extremely random headcanon but I think Albert goes blind in his 60s

[lucidfairies]

science class [e.w]

pairing: loser!ellie x cheerleader!reader

summary: when a new cheerleader arrives at ellie's college, face all dolled up and skirt-clad hips swaying, she all but wants to die.

warnings: smut, 18+ mdni, poc friendly, smoking, bottom!ellie, dom!fem!reader, tribbing, cunnilingus, nipple play, sorta thigh riding, overstim ‼️, ellie comes like five times

wc: 3.6k

top notes: I like accidentally made ellie sort of autistic but it's not my fault okay. also when I was writing this I was thinking abt how if this was a novel the reader would be black but I'm white so idk if I can like write that without like getting something wrong but sorry anyway

sometimes ellie wished she was blind. she wished that she couldn't see pretty girls, because maybe then she wouldn't fall in love with everybody. especially you.

she was two weeks into her sophomore year of college when you showed up. immediately blinded by your beauty, she almost tripped down the hallway as you walked past, in a short little skirt, and a white shirt. your ponytail flicked as you walked by, meeting up with someone you knew already.

she knew she was fucked.

when she arrived at her class, she was astounded to see that you were sitting in the seat next to hers, chewing gum and typing on your computer with cute blue light glasses on. like it was nothing. like her world wasn't crashing down in front of her.

standing in the corner of the lecture room, she debated moving seats. there were plenty of open ones, but you chose the one next to her? how was she supposed to survive this class with a pretty girl next to her, observing everything she does?

the answer is, she wasn't going to.

she was simply going to perish from the sight of you, from being in your presence, because she certainly didn't deserve to be and-

"ellie, would you please sit down? you're creeping me out." her teacher said, and she shifted nervously, then sped to her seat with her gaze trained at the floor. "okay, let's dive in, shall we?"

and the lecture continued. like you weren't right there. she couldn't understand why everyone in the world wasn't looking at you right now, absolutely entrancing, the way you took cute aesthetic notes and reapplied your shiny clear lip gloss.

"ellie?" you said, hoping she truly answered to that. she turned, meeting your eyes with a nervous smile and rosey red cheeks. "hi. I'm y/n. I just wanted to tell you that I like your sweatshirt."

it was a ratty old thing that joel had given her years ago, with a faded queens logo and a hole in the armpit that she had to sew back together every time she washed the poor hoodie.

"it's nice to meet you," she said quietly, tucking back a piece of hair that had fallen into her face. she realized how strange she must've looked and stopped quickly, "my dad gave it to me when I was like 11. I've had it forever."

you giggled. you just fucking.. giggled. "you aren't one of those people who just wears it because it's cool though, right?" ellie shook her head violently.

"no, I love their music. I wish I was born in the eightees so I could've listened to them live and.. yeah. I really like them." she turned away from you ever so slightly, nervously over talking and terrified that she was embarrassing herself.

"hey, you're good. I wish I was too. my favorite song is probably back chat, but keep yourself alive is a close second. how about you?" and you let this loser girl next to you talk. and talk. and talk.

ellie didn't know that you were intrigued by her demeanor in every way. from the stickers on her lap top to the patches on her backpack, every detail about her you noticed. you observed the way she warmed up to people and let you strike up a conversation with her about anything once you knew her. and it was... cute. really fucking adorable.

ellie's life only got a million times harder after that. to add to her series of neverending death sentences, she now had to see you in your perfect makeup and effortless outfits everyday. instead of just showing up to class, you insisted on talking to ellie. about everything. cheer, your friends, some dude that was hitting on you.

and on top of that? she saw you in the hallways, or on campus and you smiled. waved, even. some days you even talked to her. in public. you weren't afraid to be friends with her. and though she had jesse and dina, she still had very little social experience, and you were like a breath of fresh air.

on a chilly wednesday afternoon, ellie was walking to the building that your class had been in, and caught a glance of some other lesbian couple on campus. that settled it. she was going to ask for your number today, it wasn't like she was proposing marriage. just something simple. easy.

"can I have your number?" she interrupted you mid-sentence. and you smiled. of course you fucking smiled. she prepared herself for the notorious rejection, after hearing rumors of you rejecting everyone that came up to you and asked for your socials we. she wasn't just anyone, though.

"duh, you only took forever to ask." ellie was frozen in place. had you wanted her to ask? couldn't you have asked for hers? but before she could overthink too much, you were shoving your phone in her face and ellie was putting her number in. "anyway, as I was saying.."

ellie tuned out what you were saying, purely by accident. there were too many big events going on in her life for her poor brain to handle. the love of her life just agreed to give her their number, and she was plotting her route to dina's dorm as quickly as possible to tell her everything.

"holy shit dina," she huffed, running her hands through her hair. "I asked for her number so she gave it to me, and we talked! dina, we talked. about things. I already have our life planned out. we're gonna have two kids and a dog, she'll be a stay at home mom, because I'll do everything for her. I would kill for this girl, dina." dina was unimpressed.

"you are such a loser, els. has anyone told you that before?" she wasn't a loser, she was just incredibly and obsessively in love with you. ellie rolled her eyes. "I say make a move. you never know what could come of it."

"I can't," she sighed, trying to find words. "I can't just make a move, what if she doesn't like me? what if she thinks I'm weird?" she frowned.

"you are weird. if she doesn't like you like that, then fuck her. maybe start with being friends?" ellie nodded. she thought you guys were already friends, but technically you never hung out outside of class, and you hadn't really texted that much (she got your number today, but that hardly mattered).

"should I invite her to jesse's on friday?" dina rubbed the back of her neck. jesse was in a frat, one of the largest on campus that had absolutely wild parties on the weekends, which weren't exactly the best place for first dates. but to ellie... smoking and drinking around hot people in a random basement? amazing.

"if you think she's into that, I'm not gonna stop you." ellie was up and out of dina's apartment quickly, biking back to the dorms and planning out everything that was going to happen on friday.

- - -

in ellie's defense, she overslept. she wasn't thinking much about grabbing a jacket when she was already going to be ten minutes late, so when she stopped outside and the cool air hit her like a brick, she was less than prepared. but it hardly mattered. today was the day she was going to invite you to jesse's party, so her stupid jacket was like a blip on her radar.

"ellie, you're turning blue." you said, once ellie stumbled into her seat next to you. she was in nothing but a loose fitting tee-shirt and jeans, nothing to protect her petite figure. you hadn't noticed before how toned her arms were, but you certainly did now.

"I'm fine, it-it-it's not that cold." her teeth chattered as she stealthy tried to rub her hands over her arms to create friction.

"ellie, baby, I have an extra sweatshirt," you giggled when her eyes widened, grabbing the sweatshirt and handing it to her. "wash it and return it to me whenever." it was a bland black sweatshirt, but it matched your outfit, and you were more than happy to give it to ellie.

ellie who was most definitely going to pass out. she was probably just cold. it wasn't because she could smell your perfume on your hoodie that you just handed her. like it was nothing. she was going to fall out of her chair, onto the floor, and die.

"thanks," she pulled it over her head and sunk into it. "I'll give it back next class- what are you doing on friday?" she tried to get her thoughts straight while you looked at her with an adorable smile.

"I'm actually packing up and leaving, I dropped out," ellie's face fell, "oh ellie you're face," you laughed hard, and her expression softened. "but I'm not doing anything. why? wanna ask me out?" ellie was definitely blushing hard.

"my friend jesse is having a party at his frat on friday, do you.. do you maybe wanna go?" you tilted your head and looked away, as if you actually needed to think about it.

"hm, I guess I can fit that into my schedule." ellie released the breath she was holding and looked down at her hands for a moment before meeting your eyes again.

"uh that's great. it's kappa alpha, at nine. I would pick you up but I don't have a car,"

"how about I pick you up? what's your dorm number?" ellie texted you all the details, and it was settled. you were going on a date. together. in two days, and you were driving. ellie was on cloud nine- not even, cloud fucking ten.

- - -

"hey els," you giggled as she opened her dorm door. "oh, you look so cute! I'm definitely stealing this from you." you pushed a piece of hair behind her ear and messed with the corner of her collar, attached to a red flannel.

"oh thanks... it's yours if you want it." you knew if you asked she wouldn't ever have you give it back, maybe even give it to you right now. she stepped out of her room and shut the door, then followed you down the hallway.

"so who's this jesse kid? I hear a lot about him." you asked, turning on the engine and pulling out of the parking lot. the frat was on the other side of campus and ellie planned on walking? laughable.

"I really don't know him that well, he's dating my friend dina. he's a big stoner, but he's not super into the party scene. just goes 'cause the frat does." her eyes were trained out the window, not because she didn't want to listen to you, but because she was insatiably nervous.

"nice, nice." you paused for a moment. "are we gonna dance together or what? gonna save me a slow dance?" the tips of ellie's ears turned red.

"because I have such a roster." she joked, rolling her eyes. she would save every dance for you.

"perfect. is jesse's weed good?" she shrugged.

"it's okay. not as good as mine, and his plug is kinda shitty. whatever, it works. we're here." you pulled the car to a stop against the curb, in awe at how many people were coming in and out of the house.

ellie desperately needed to get high. maybe then she could talk to you like a normal person, not like she was trying to brush you off. when she found jesse, he was talking to dina and brushed her off. with a groan, she turned to find some other seller.

you were talking to someone, pretending not to pay attention to ellie skittering around the house talking to people she knew. maybe she wasn't as much of a loser as you thought, or maybe she was just a stoner. one of them. either way, she kept disappearing, but when you finally found her again, she was sitting on a couch, joint hanging from her lips as she talked with some friends.

"els," you fell next to her, taking the joint out of her mouth and taking a hit. "we should play beer pong." you suggested, smiling at her the way she liked.

"we were just talking about that," dina cut in, "me and jesse will play with you guys, won't we jes?" he turned back towards the three of you, dazed and a little confused. "that's a yes." ellie was burning lasers into dina, who was standing.

one of the tables was empty, and the group immediately moved to occupy it. you took your place next to ellie, teaming up with dina who was smirking at the end of the table. "you go first," you handed ellie the small white ball.

ellie was skilled, that's for sure. she made almost every single point, which had jesse drinking until he couldn't see straight. she was trying so hard not to focus on the way your bicep brushed against hers, and the way you giggled whenever you made a point. it just wasn't fair. none of this was fair.

"I definitely won." ellie said, as you made your way back inside. "you had, like, two drinks, max. I had jesse drinking for miles." you could tell she was on something now, the way she grinned and made eye contact and jokes were far from her usual character.

"don't you owe me a dance?" your hand locked with hers as you gently pulled her in the direction of where most people were dancing. you lifted her arm and spun her, pulling her back against your front by her hips.

ellie surely wasn't breathing. she was sure that she had died from alcohol consumption, or maybe someone stabbed her, and she was dead, in heaven. or a fever dream in a coma. there was no way in hell -in hell- that you were swaying your hips against her ass, cunt so fucking close to where she desperately needed you.

"this is fun, don'tcha think, ellie?" you whispered, voice low as you guided her hips with yours. her head fell back against your shoulder, alcohol wearing off as you ground her hips against your front. "I asked you a question, darlin."

"so fun," she muttered, eyes closed as she let you bring her hips back and forth with yours to the beat of the music. "wanna go upstairs?"

"ellie williams inviting me upstairs on the first date? dirty." you giggled, pulling away from her body. she was flushed, her boxers were already wet, and she had no clue what going upstairs entailed. but she needed you regardless. "lead the way, confident." she ran her sweaty hands down the front of her jeans and led you upstairs, to an empty bedroom. it was jesse's, and he wouldn't ever know.. right?

you were pulling her face against yours before she even got a chance to tell you that she didn't know what to do. you were definitely taking the lead on this one - not that ellie objected in any sense.

you nicked her bottom lip, eliciting blood at how chapped they were. you pushed your tongue into her mouth, smiling when she moaned and pulled you in by your waist. your hands traveled, brushing against her tits from beneath her tee shirt. obviously she didn't wear a bra, she was too cool and masc for that.

"you're desperate els," you sneered when you pulled away, pulling your crop top up and over your head. "take off your shirt and pants and lay down." ellie had no thoughts in her head; just you. you telling her to strip. this definitely wasn't a fever dream.

she quickly lost her shirt and pants, leaving lanky limbs and embarrassing boxers. her nipples were perked up, waiting to be sucked and slapped, and her face was red with a never ending blush.

when she laid down, you got on top of her, pushing her legs up around your waist as you sucked hickey after hickey into her neck. she was writhing and whining, begging for you to touch her further than just your hands still placed on her thighs. just from making out and hickies she was pushing her hips into you, clit hitting the fabric of your skirt as you moved to push your thigh between her legs.

"need you so bad," she whimpered when you finally diverted your attention from her neck down her chest. you left soft kisses between her tits and around them, before taking her nipple in your mouth and harshly sucking. like a false sense of security.

her hips were coming down hard and fast against your knee as you continued to mess with her tits, pulling her nipples between your fingers and grazing them with your teeth. she was just so fucking sensitive, and she barely even smoked anything.

knowing she was getting close, you moved your knee and kissed down her sternum, leaving a trail of shiny gloss as you got to the waistband of her boxers. "oh, poor baby, you've been waiting for this, haven't you?" you ran your thumb over the wet patch of her underwear.

"nghh- for so long," she moaned as her hips rutted into your palm. "I think about y- fuck- think about you when I..when I come," her eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment, knowing she was sharing far more than she needed to.

"do you now?" you teased, pulling her boxers down her pale legs. you added them to the pile of clothes and admired how absolutely drenched she was, practically leaking onto the sheets. "what do you think about, princess?" you were bringing her legs over your shoulders, looking at her expectantly.

"think about you- mh- about this," she was immediately distracted by the way you kissed her clit. "about c-cuming on your- shit shit fuck," you pressed your tongue against her clit and licked, before sucking it into your mouth and painting patterns with your tongue.

after keeping your attention directly on her clit for a few minutes, you circled her entrance with your middle finger, lubing it up before pushing it in to the first knuckle and fuck, she was tight, holding onto your finger to the point you could hardly thrust.

"ellie, you gotta relax. we can stop if you want to." she shook her head violently, unclenching her eyes and trying to breathe. her body released its tension, which made everything less tense, allowing you to push your finger the rest of the way in.

and... she came. just like that, barely a finger deep her cunt, barely doing anything.

"jesus ellie," you laughed to yourself. you didn't wait for her to finish before you started fucking your finger into her. she whined and thrashed to get away from your hand, but you added another finger and pressed down on her hip to steady her. you curled your fingers up just enough to hit that sweet spot inside of her and she almost black out.

"fuck- s'too much.. s'too much," she slurred, drunk on your fingers. the bed shook lightly against the wall at the harshness of your thrusts.

"is it really, baby?" you grinned, before taking her clit in your mouth again. her moans were practically louder than the music downstairs, and her back was arching. she attempted to get away from you, pulling her hips away, but it was no use.

tears welled in her eyes as her stomach tightened. her pussy clenched around your fingers, sucking them in deep. you pressed against her spot as she came, making her let out a broken shriek.

ellie was definitely crying now. especially when you didn't stop... again. you just kept pounding your fingers into her, adding a third. just thinking about how hard she would cum on a strap instead of your fingers had you dizzy.

her second orgasm morphed into her third before you pulled your fingers out. they were drenched in cum, which was dripping down your arm and the sheets. ellie's cheeks were puffy from crying, hips twitching as she tried to breath.

"oh sweet girl, we're not done yet." you wiped your hand on the bed and climbed off of her, stripping yourself of your remaining clothes and coming back over her, kneeling between her legs.

you pushed her leg up, straddling her for a moment. her lips were parted, breathing heavily as she waited for you to drop against her. your lips quirked up into a smirk as you pressed your cunt against hers, head falling back as your clits met.

ellie's pussy was wet, covered in cum, ready to be fucked until she couldn't say any name but yours. you thrust your hips against hers, and she was crying again, pulling and flicking her own nipples as she listened to you moan and reveled at how phenomenal your pussy felt.

she pushed her hips into yours, so you held them down, forcing her to take whatever you gave her. you came down against her pelvis hard, almost to the point where it hurt, but ellie was living for it, sobbing out your name like it was God's.

"can't come again- I can't- fuck, nnghh," you forced two fingers into ellie's mouth and she shut up, sucking them like a slut.

"yes you can." your voice changed, something deeper and more dominant ripped out of you as you got close to your orgasm. a rock in your stomach dropped, and you could feel ellie getting close as you picked up the pace, moaning at how her cunt felt.

you came at the same time, cum mixing and smearing all over both of you. ellie was still crying, back arched as she moaned over and over. you kissed her ankle softly as you came down for your high, climbing off of her after a moment and laying next to her.

"I want you to be my girlfriend," ellie croaked, voice still hoarse for all the crying. you giggled, looking over at her with a grin.

"I think I can do that."

bottom notes: this is the longest fic I've written and I actually thought I wouldn't be able to get more than 2k words.. anyway sorry about the abrupt ending I kinda wanted to be done

[chirpsythismorning]

WSQK Update

The Twitter account for WSQK Radio has reached 100(ish) songs! And while it's currently unknown whether or not this account is in any shape or form associated with Stranger Things, I still want to give a breakdown about it as well as some reasons why this account intrigues me so much, because there are actually quite a few.

For some context about when and how this started, it might be helpful to know that the first (un)official leak regarding the existence of the WSQK filming location occurred on January 18th, the day prior to WSQK making their first post.

That same Friday when WSQK made their first post, fans also got official 'Week 2' BTS from Ross, which more openly acknowledged the existence of the radio station location in comparison to his previous posts for s5.

What then followed was a rocky start in terms of this Twitter account’s approach at making posts. Initially, they only made posts consisting of lyrics, followed by another post with a short clip of the song those previous lyrics came from.

After less than a week of the account being sporadically active, they became very consistent and continued their roll-out of lyrics + video, and then adding in + dialogue, every single day. There are a few outliers, with them not making a post on March 14th and March 20th, but the first time they had a big break in between posts was from March 22nd-March 24th, notably with their March 21st's post being related to Will's birthday:

After the March 21st post, and with their return on the 25th, they officially switched it up from posting every day, to every other day, and more recently with a consistency of every 2-3ish days.

But still, over 5 months later (roughly 156 days), they remain active.

When it comes to the type of posts this account interacts with, they stick to strictly liking and sometimes retweeting/replying vaguely to posts regarding the WSQK location, along with liking the posts of anyone that replies to their posts.

After some time though, I noticed they began posting songs that they already posted before, just with different lyrics and lines from the show along with them. This actually makes sense given that they are acting as a radio station, where songs are known for playing and replaying numerous times.

Which brings me to the most interesting aspect about WSQK, which is that while a good chunk of the songs posted have featured on the show at some point, there are also a decent amount that have not.

Here is a playlist of the songs for reference:

Here are some songs specifically that pique my interest. Some I will elaborate on, while others I might just share and let you figure out for yourself why I think they're worth mentioning.

This song was originally the third song they posted, though it was removed about a week later. Hard to tell why exactly they removed it. Maybe since it was still early on. they mixed something up and decided to get rid of it? Regardless, lyrically there could be some significance to this song choice.

Since we've obviously heard Kate featured on the show already, I don't think it would be too hard for a fan to include this. Though, it being added this early on is an interesting choice to me. Lyrically a song like many on this playlist that I think have a specific meaning which could fit quite well with a potential storyline in s5. It is also one of quite a few songs that have been posted at least twice.

While this song did feature in s3 and s4, this song is one of many that are unlisted for the show. It doesn't feature on any official soundtrack or playlist and so you'd have to already know it to recognize it or go out of your way to search it for yourself. And the meaning is also ummmm... yeah.

I actually got barely any results when looking into this song and its lyrics. Though I did discover that it is most known for featuring in an episode of Miami Vice in 1986.

I could only share 10 songs here, so if you want to look at more or even all of them, I highly recommend taking a look, even if it's only out of mere curiosity. I do plan on going through and confirming all the songs one by one again because I probably mixed up or missed one or two (or more). Scrolling down a Twitter account until their first tweet is not exactly fun, but this should be accurate for the most part!

Something else I want to mention is that @erikiara80, who also keeps an eye on the account, noticed a while ago that they have always followed 11 people, some fans and some connected to the show. There was one time they unfollowed some accounts and then instantly followed some others, keeping them at 11 follows, which means the number could be an intentional choice.

A while ago, it hit me that, if this is a hypothetical radio station, wouldn't they also take requests? So Erika helped me with that by requesting two for them to post, getting this reply:

And they did in fact eventually post those two songs requested... I'll let you guess which ones :)

Basically, I felt the need to bring this whole ordeal back to the conversation now, not because I am convinced that it is run by someone connected to the show, but because the eeriness around it persists.

Keeping something going on this long would not only require someone to be very consistent, but to also have the willpower to not go over the top interacting with fans (which I don't think most fans have the self control to not take advantage of). This account doesn't seem to have any bias towards anything. In fact they remain completely impartial, sticking to their script. They seem fine with remaining in the shadows with fans assuming they are insignificant or otherwise, all while keeping the act going almost a half a year later.

With s5 getting no promotion outside of Ross's (sometimes) weekly BTS photo-dumps, this season's roll-out has been almost non-existent. Usually we would get phone numbers to call and obsess over, even 1-2 years out from release, and yet nothing.

I find this approach interesting because it does honestly resemble something I could picture the show doing to hype up s5. If the radio station is going to be a prominent location, then it offers up a really creative way to interact with fans as a way to promote the show.

Them humbly leaving hints about the final season through songs via a ‘radio station’, could parallel similarly to easter egg like approaches they've presented in the past. Only this time (the last time) it would have existed and built up for months with most not knowing about it, offering up a sleuth different songs fans could dig into if it was ever revealed to be promotion for s5.

With their being whispers that we could get something revealed in regards to s5 very soon, and with this playlist finally reaching 100 songs, I thought I would celebrate and remind ya'll it still exists in case you need an excuse to overanalyze something new.

[its-short-for-jackalope]

THE SEARCHER IN THE SHADOWS

☆ Thoughts On Part One ☆

I have many thoughts and feelings and I am definitely not gonna be able to wrangle every last one in here, but I can do my darnedest to hit most of the big ones!

Dropped From The Clouds

The contrast of this first song compared to the start of TGOA makes me a little insane. Both songs are full of questions and uncertainty and take place after the characters have been teleported to another time and place, but When Are We? has the comfort and assurance of being with friends while Dropped From The Clouds has Rose isolated and alone without any familiar faces, and the parallel just reminds me of how much has changed and how quickly things are continuing to change. When are we going to slow down? Not now, it seems.

Dakkar's introduction, oh my god — "I'm nobody." [mildly threatening Radiance noises] "Give me the orrery." — and then he immediately goes into science mode. I need to draw him so bad. Also, side note, I already adore Jesse Bhamrah's voice.

He was/is a Traveler and a Searcher? so it seems the titles aren't mutually exclusive, then. I wonder if his unclear status as a Traveler has anything to do with whatever he's got going on that we heard in Transmission 14.

Fast Friends

CAPTAIN ADDISON ARVAD!!!!!! THE SCREAM I WANTED TO SCRUMPT!!! (also Natalie Masini sounds amazing)

"Lower your weapon, for God's sake." "The gun was your idea." I love them, your honor

So Dakkar and Addison were absolutely taking precautions in case Kal had possessed Rose, right? That's the vibe I get, anyway. Maybe they know he's capable of doing that sort of thing (maybe Sia has seen it happen? or, y'know, ✨️seen✨️ it) and that's why they wanted to check if she knew the GAD's publication date—Kal doesn't seem to automatically gain his host's knowledge, like when he didn't seem to know Morgan had already been sent away, so if he was possessing Rose then he probably wouldn't have known the date.

...Actually wait, you know what? Maybe it was Itzal they were worried about. We don't really know anything about what magic he could have at his disposal—maybe he can also possess people or change his form. and since he's a bigger, badder threat, I think it could make more sense for them to avoid saying his name rather than Kal's. 🤔

ADDISON IS A ROSE FAN???? ROSE IS PRETTY FAMOUS ON THEIR ISLAND??!? THEY HAVE A BRICK FROM TOWNSHIP NUMBER 9??!!?! Rose deserves the hype 100% of course but I have so many questions

okay I didn't expect Rose to meet Addison the very hour she arrived 2 weeks in the past, so I did not consider the fact that she and the crew would be here and they wouldn't have disappeared yet. I am now deeply afraid, because I know something happens to her. I have been so afraid of how the time travel will hurt me irt the twins that I didn't think about how many OTHER ways the time travel could hurt me.....

AND ROSE CAN'T WARN HER!!! So she just has to keep her mouth shut and let it happen and Addison must know that something happens, she and Dakkar didn't seem surprised that Rose didn't know who she was, but she's gonna go in blind anyway... 😭😭😭 okay wait, what if Addison and Sia's plan was for them to leave the Antikythera drifting for the others to find, but instead of returning to Lincoln Island Addison and her crew disappeared??

Destiny Strange and Sublime

...well now I just feel silly for not even considering that Dakkar would be the Searcher in the shadows 😂

I can't quite tell if the people he mentions he'd been unable to save is like... a personal thing, as in he actively failed to save them because of his own mistakes, or if it's more of a shared grief for the Blazing World and all its inhabitants. the first interpretation is definitely more angsty, lol.

I wish I had more coherent thoughts on this one but at this current time it mostly boils down to ohh pretty music, Dakkar is cool, Jesse Bhamrah is awesome, et cetera.

Arrival, part 1

HELLO PART 1 SONG!!!! I am excited to see how parts 2 and 3 may emotionally devastate me in the coming week!

so many people from the Blazing World! pleasantly surprised my island of refugees theory was correct. then again, I've spouted off enough theories that odds are at least some of them gotta be right, lol

Ahlaam my beloved!!! Virginia's voice is gorgeous, omfg.

The different creatures and plants from all over the world.... have the Searchers been looking for things that remind them of the Blazing World and bringing them back to the island to make it feel more like home? Crafting a facsimile of the Blazing World from pieces of Earth? (aough, and I thought "Ipomoea, just like home!" couldn't hurt any more than it already did...)

the phrasing of "OUR planet's biggest ocean" is interesting to me. Is the Blazing World connected to Earth somehow, thereby making it the same planet in some way, or is it just that this island has been home long enough for Ahlaam to feel attached? Or. Or. If the Blazing World is on the moon, then it would make sense for Ahlaam to refer to the Earth as her planet because the moon revolves around it and it's the moon's planet. (yes, hi, hello, it's a new pulp episode, we are once again in the Overthink Everything And Fire Off A Bazillion Theories era <3 )

They've been waiting for Rose for YEARS? ...would that be since 1835, or 1829? and we know they've been waiting for Margaret because, well, duh, but have they been waiting for Samuel and John, too? or are they all just Rose stans?

the crew of the Antikythera....... 😭😭😭

I love that a good portion of this song is basically just Ahlaam going "check out our sweet digs" lmao

The nights have been dark but this is the spark that will set the whole lighthouse ablaze — YELLING RIGHT NOW, oh my god. lighthouses are guides through darkness and stormy weather and they also cut through fog, I want to bite something (/pos)

this has got to be both very nice and very overwhelming for Rose, lol.

Addison & Dakkar and Ahlaam & Dakkar are both very fun dynamics

A Spell Is Just A Rule Made With Magic

THE FOG IS FROM A SPELL!!! ITZAL CAST A SPELL AND CORRUPTED HIS PEOPLE! "It saturates the heart with darkness 'till you forget life before the blight" oh my god, he convinced all of them that the fog is how they always were & were meant to be? No wonder Kal considers Sia and Margaret traitors. So when Kal says "soon the Blazing World will meet its end" he might not be talking about an actual place—in his mind he's probably talking about the traitors' movement & the ridiculous, dangerous ideas they have about replacing Itzal's world with one of light...

"A spell is just a rule made with magic, and any rule can be broken" AOUGH. CHILLS.

ooh they believe Rose is the key? aw man this adds more weight to "I was a hero and the heroes win — don't they?" in Vanishing...

"Capital." oh my god Mr. Dahan you can't do this to me. The similarities between Dakkar and AJ have to be intentional, right?? ...oh god, is Dakkar gonna make a bad deal to save lives? Is he gonna sacrifice himself in some way to save his people?

Two Weeks

I love this montage, it's such a nice way to go through this part. also I just really like how this whole first part is structured, having this entire part dedicated to Rose in this time is a great way to handle the time travel without being confusing by jumping back and forth, AND it gives us time to get to know the new characters a little bit! It's also a bit of a breather after how hectic the end of TGOA was. (I feel like part 2 is going to get super intense super quickly, lol.)

So they start with science and testing her mind, giving Rose access to all their research to see if she figures out anything there. And then they go to the volcano and scan her, starting to test her body for evidence that she might be able to help them in some magical way. (They're probably still going over the research too, ofc. Those were a lot of books, Dakkar.)

Day 9!!! Sia is here!!! I desperately want to know exactly what she and Addison were talking about. I think it might be a plan to abandon the Antikythera for Margaret and the others to find in a few days, but that's mostly speculation.

also Sia seems so much more relaxed and at ease here. maybe it's because she's at home with her people and she can be less secretive than she was on the satellite? (and because she isn't in a literal magic battle, lmao.)

Dakkar mentions phase three and they go to the lake to try doing stuff with illusion magic—do they want to try using magic on Rose to see if they can get her to activate whatever magic she may have? Or maybe how Rose reacts to the illusion magic could reveal something...?

Rose not wanting to go in the water, aoughhh 😭 and Sia helping her when she's scared 😭😭😭

Dakkar's Grotto / Mobilis In Mobili

when I saw this scene during the premiere I said "holy sci fi" and I stand by that. this environment is so cool. I wonder why the rest of the island isn't like this when they're clearly people with a lot of knowledge and technology... it's probably a matter of supplies. They fled to this island from Itzal and his spell, so they wouldn't have had time to pack a lot of stuff. I imagine whatever they did manage to bring and/or build is all dedicated to their efforts to find a cure and protect everyone.

we know they haven't found anything yet because they're still testing Rose's blood. man, that's gotta be stressful for her. (And the Radiance folks, yeah, but c'mon. so much pressure on Rose right now and she's brand new to all this. 🥺)

The Nautilus is here!!! and it's a spaceship!!! AHHHH!!! 🤩

SHIT IS GOING DOWNNNNNNN! Margaret is radiating and I am going to be Thinking about what it means that Sia can sense it—is it a part of her precognitive abilities? is it part of whatever bond they have that allows them to combine their power?

Rose blurting out a warning about the fog and Ahlaam and Sia immediately getting more concerned.... I hope that maybe since she waited until right before Sia left it won't influence anything negatively, if at all—it's only a very small part of the present that will be influenced and it's not like they totally altered their actions across two weeks to accommodate for that information so I'm sure it's fine. hopefully.

Rose is worried about Samuel almost drowning like she did (and is/will be)... she is not going to like hearing about the dangers he's actually facing. well, if anything is gonna wake up potential magic in her, learning that one of the bad guys attacked & has been harassing her baby brother will probably a good contenderrrrroh fuck I had a thought. uh, stay tuned, we'll get there.

oh god the Ellen Austin will be arriving soon and Samuel and Rose will reunite (they BETTER REUNITE ASAP) and Rose is going to be two weeks older and I am going to perish

not the little reprise of The stars appeared... that made me so sad last time.... 😭 I love how this version of it is positive. the parallels,,,,,,

Rose and the Stars

IT'S HERE AT LAST!!!!

The past stays soaked into our skin 😭

we are lit by suns that shatter through the dark.....

WE TRAVEL WITH THE SPIRITS THAT WE KEEP — ough, makes me think of the ghost of all my yesterdays in Behind Me. also the change from "Don't spend a second looking back" in ep 1 to "only looking back to see how much we've grown" has me feeling things idk how to describe rn, lol

THE CONSTELLATIONS TURN INTO A CROWN!!!!!! 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣

Rose will shine again 🥺😭❤

A Few More Thoughts

Is the day Sia arrives also the day Addison and her crew left the island? we don't hear from her after this, and her disappearance isn't mentioned in the rest of part one but Sia knows that something happened to the crew when she confronts Kal on the Ellen Austin. If they had a plan for the Searcher crew to return to Lincoln Island and leave the ship for the others to find & investigate to kickstart Margaret's memories, but then the crew just didn't show up, I would think it would be mentioned? Unless they didn't want to overwhelm Rose and distract her from her work, or maybe they avoided discussing Addison & the Antikythera with her because of time travel rules...

oh and it is gonna take me a bit to grasp the time travel rules, lol. (sorry Matt, I haven't seen any Back To The Future since I was a kid.) I am going to be pondering the timeline for a while, particularly where Sia is involved. I feel like they probably want to avoid going back into the past as much as possible just based on how they are with Rose and how they put a lot of effort into not altering the present with her information about the future, but I don't think Sia would have gone from 1835 and skipped right ahead 39 years and stayed there? Like she has people to take care of and plans to make, she probably wouldn't just disappear on them for such a long time? maybe the Travelers who are experienced in abiding by Time Travel Rules are able to navigate backwards in time with more freedom because they know what they're doing. idk, like I said it's gonna take me a bit to wrap my head around this. maybe parts 2 & 3 will make it a little clearer.

OKAY, CONTINUING MY SAMUEL THOUGHT FROM EARLIER: Sia and her bunch believe Rose is the key. What if Itzal and Kal think Samuel is the key? What if that is why Kal was interested in Samuel on the Ellen Austin and why he seemed to really delight in antagonizing him? If Kal was hanging around long enough beforehand to see how close Margaret and Samuel are, then that could have convinced him that Samuel is Important™ to the Blazing World and that Margaret knows he is important to them. And maybe both sides are only halfway there, maybe it's both twins, together, who are the key, and that's why they haven't made progress towards the cure with Rose over their 2 weeks.

okay there are probably plenty of things that I'm missing and more that i could come up with and tack on, but I've been working on this post since last night and i want to finish it and get to other things so I am calling it here, lol.

...that is a horribly long sentence but I am not editing it. hope you enjoyed. <3

[timeagainreviews]

A Foot in Two Worlds: 73 Yards

My third-grade lunch buddy was a girl named Kendra. We used to love chatting about movies and television. My favourite topic was Batman. Hers was Full House. However, one morning, instead of gushing over Stephanie Tanner, she told me about a movie she and her brother had watched over the weekend. The movie was 1989’s “Clownhouse,” and she was a bit traumatised by it. And because of her vivid description, so was I. Honestly, I don’t remember anything past her saying “It’s about these kids who see clowns watching them through their windows,” because I never stopped thinking about that sentence, for years. While I’ve still never actually seen Clownhouse, nor do I experience coulrophobia, the idea of being watched from a distance still creeps me out. I still close the blinds at night.

Initially, I wanted to compare “73 Yards,” to something like “It Follows,” or even “The Immortal Snail.” Both scenarios entail being tracked by a slow but relentless pursuer who kills you if it ever catches up to you. But “73 Yards,” isn’t so much a story about being pursued. It’s about feeling watched. It’s about feeling judged. It’s about feeling abandoned. It preys on our fear of being the subject of gossip. That people could spread lies about us that scare away our loved ones. The fear that maybe they’re right. Maybe we don’t deserve love. It’s about the ambiguity that sits within our hearts. The liminal threshold between us at our best and us at our worst. But it’s not just about the wicked and the divine, but also body and spirit. A foot in both worlds.

Doctor Who currently has a foot in both worlds. The Doctor steps on a science fictiony land mine one week, and the next week he’s stepping on fairy circles. A recurring theme in this new season is “look before you leap.” Or ‘watch your step.” Ruby steps on a butterfly in the past and changes species. The Doctor steps on a land mine and almost dies. And now, the Doctor steps on a fairy circle and disappears. The Doctor is learning to have a healthy respect for the new supernatural powers coursing through the Whoniverse. At least he would if he remembered anything from this adventure. Not even Ruby will learn a lesson here, so was it worth it?

After last week’s “Boom,” I was game for whatever Russell T Davies had in store for the future. The trailer for “73 Yards,” gave us very little to go on, and in hindsight, it’s pretty easy to see why. This was a Doctor-lite episode and therefore not a lot of footage to share that wouldn’t also spoil this being a Ruby-centric story. But I was ready for it. Ruby has been suffering a bit from underdevelopment as a character. I even saw a Chibnall stan on Twitter saying so, which is quite extreme when you consider how underdeveloped Yaz was. In Ruby’s case, however, it’s hard to pinpoint what it is about her that’s underdeveloped. She’s got a great family dynamic. She’s nurturing. She plays in a band. But who is she? Like River Song before her, her character arc is starting to affect her character development. And my interest is waning.

After the Doctor steps onto the fairy circle and disappears, Ruby unsuccessfully tries the TARDIS doors. She then checks around the other side to see if he’s having a pee. This may be the first time the show has canonically mentioned the Doctor goes to the bathroom. It’s funny to think of the great Time Lord having a slash off the edge of a cliff. The Doctor seems to do a lot of important things on cliff edges these days. Failing to find the Doctor, it’s then that Ruby notices a strange old woman standing under a creepy old tree from 73 yards away making some sort of hand gestures. However, the closer she walks toward the woman, the further she appears away.

The mechanism of how the woman moves is hidden by editing, but it feels like something Ruby would notice quickly. I don’t imagine Ruby walking closer would cause the woman to start backing up physically like that Community episode where Professor Duncan got a restraining order on Chang and used it like he had force powers. Instead, they cut back to the woman and she’s simply further away. Ruby is conveniently looking for footing every time, so she fails to see this. But if you started walking toward someone and they started hovering backwards, wouldn’t you find that weird? It’s not like she doesn’t sense something weird pretty early on. She even asks the woman if the Doctor’s disappearance has anything to do with her. She even asks the hiker (yet another character played by Susan Twist) if she can see the old woman.

Something I found interesting about the Susan Twist scene was that whoever her character is, she’s not immune to the effects of the old woman. Either that, or she’s lying. Either way, it feels important that we were shown her having the same reaction to the woman as everyone else. If she’s a magical trickster, she’s not an invincible one, or maybe she’s not magical at all. We’ve learned very little about Susan Twist’s character(s), but this indicates that she’s not fully in charge of the situation if she can be scared off like that. What’s frustrating is that the first time a character looks at her and says “Hey don’t I know you from somewhere?” it’s in an aborted timeline. I would have expected the Doctor to have made the connection after the ambulance screens in “Boom,” matched the woman from Space Babies, but maybe he’s been distracted by clothes.

By this point in the episode, I’ve been fully drawn in. Ruby finds her way to the small village of Glyngatwg and a pub called “Y Pren Marw,” which translates to “The Dead Wood.” I thought this might have been a reference to the weird tree on the cliff, but the illustration on the pub sign looked more like an oak tree, so I doubt it. Another name they could have used for the pub could have been “The Gaslight Inn,” because man oh man did they gaslight the hell out of Ruby. They keep accusing her of thinking they’re yokels for asking pretty innocuous questions. Asking if you can pay with your phone is perfectly reasonable. There’s a chippy in my village that does the best fish n chips in the area, but I never use them because they haven’t got a card machine and I don’t carry cash. I don’t imagine the owner of the chippy goes home every night in his Fred Flintstone car because of it. Maybe they’re worried they really are yokels. Either way, five quid for a Coke and abusive staff? What’s their Trip Advisor score? Negative six?

The only non-yokel in the pub is Enid and that’s solely because she’s played by Siân Phillips, who could never be mistaken for common. She was easily the highlight of the episode for me, sitting elegantly at the bar in her fashionable hat. Of all of the patrons at the bar, she’s the one I believe would coin the Latin phrase “semper distans,” to describe the way the old woman follows but never approaches. If only she could have taught Isaac Newton the word “gravitas.” Beyond being incredibly rude, I rather enjoyed the patrons of Y Pren Marw. They reminded me of characters you would have found in classic Doctor Who. The pub scenes reminded me a lot of “The Dæmons,” or “Terror of the Zygons.” But more than anything, this episode reminded me of “The Stones of Blood,” wherein things start like folk horror and end in a more mundane setting.

After Ruby’s unwanted follower scares away one of the pub’s most faithful patrons, she’s forced to head back to London, which is about where the episode starts to lose steam. Up until that moment, I was expecting a sort of witch coven or worse to spring up in the sleepy village of Glyngatwg. I was ready to call it RTD’s best ever. But now we’re back in London where the biggest mystery is Mrs Flood, and she’s really only there to remind us she exists. But that’s not to say a piece of Glyngatwg didn’t leave with Ruby, and it’s not to say I disliked the story’s ending. But there was a noticeable drop in excitement the moment Ruby boarded that train.

I found it odd that Carla and Cherry were badmouthing the Doctor in his absence. Cherry was ready to jump his bones the last time they spoke and now he’s good for nothing. I get that they want to support Ruby, but like, what if he’s hurt somewhere? All I’m saying is that if I ever go missing, please don’t send Carla and Cherry to find me. After telling Carla about the old woman, Ruby’s deepest fears are realised. Like Susan Twist and Josh before her, talking to the old woman causes her to abandon Ruby. The look Carla gives Ruby from the cab as it drives away is the last way anyone would want to be looked at by their loved one. It wasn’t a look of fear, it was a look of disgust.

It’s that look of disgust that really started to make me think of another story from the Whoniverse- “The Curse of Clyde Langer,” a Sarah Jane Adventures episode written by Phil Ford. In it, Clyde’s name becomes cursed and anyone who hears or reads it becomes irrationally opposed to Clyde. His friends and family disown him and it’s Clyde against the world, which is wild because Clyde’s one of my favourite characters in all of Doctor Who. Who could hate that precious cinnamon roll? Even further, who could forget that episode? Well, it turns out Davies was kinda hoping the answer would be you. I’m not saying Davies is out of ideas, but he seems to be “remixing,” a lot of what has come before. More on that in a moment.

After losing her family, Ruby gets on with life, but not before being given a spark of hope in the form of Kate Lethbridge-Stewart. We even learn some things about the old woman from Kate. We establish that yes, it is always 73 yards away. And no matter how close a person gets to her, she always looks as in focus as a person with 20/20 vision would see her from 73 yards. We also learn that the old woman’s “powers” work via headset, as Kate breaks contact with Ruby, leaving her devastated from losing yet another lifeline.

An interesting factoid about that scene is that Kate and Ruby were sitting across from “The House of Pi,” and Pi Day is the 73rd day of a non-leap year. Why do I know this? Because I went into a bit of a rabbit hole trying to learn about the number 73 yesterday. I looked into its mathematical significance. I learned it’s Sheldon Cooper’s favourite number. I looked it up in terms of numerology. I read the 73rd Psalm. There are 73 books in the Catholic Bible. But none of it felt significant. Then my dumbass googled whether RTD had explained the number, and he claimed it was as simple as going outside and measuring the distance from which people’s faces began to blur. Right. Well, that’s disappointing, albeit creative.

We’re treated to a montage of Ruby getting on with her life throughout the next couple of decades. Like the rest of us, her age starts to show itself with long hair and big glasses. I mentioned earlier that Ruby suffers a bit from a lack of character development and this montage does nothing to help that. She grows up into possibly one of the most boring people they could have made her. Her queer group of friends she has a band with seem to have disappeared. Her dating life is painfully heteronormative. She didn’t date a single woman throughout that time? She would have learned by now not to encourage her friends to talk to the old woman, and due to the perception filter, it’s not like anyone seemed to mind her anyhow. I’m just saying, if someone as normie as her started wearing a political shirt for the nuclear war-hungry Albion Party, I’d look at her and say “Pssh. Figures.”

Speaking of the Albion Party, it’s time we started talking about Harold Saxon. Oh, sorry, I meant Roger ap Gwilliam. The episode implies that Roger is the trickster “Mad Jack" who had escaped the fairy circle after the Doctor stepped on it. But Davies is remixing the classics, or as LCD Soundsystem puts it- “Shut up and play the hits.” He even mistreats women in the same way as the Master. I took this to be Doctor Who’s flimsy attempt at a comment on the MeToo movement. It would work better if ap Gwilliam was more than a moustache-twirling miscreant. Especially because Ruby throws poor Marti to the lions by not warning her away from Roger. If this is a MeToo story, Ruby is an enabler, which is not a great look. But she apologises so I guess it’s ok. Don’t worry Marti, your trauma gets erased anyhow.

While the campaigners prepare for a press conference for Roger ap Gwilliam to announce that Britain has purchased Pakistan’s nuclear arsenal, Ruby realises she’s out of time and needs to act now. Using her semper distans friend to her advantage, Ruby backs 73 yards away from Roger and sends him cowering and eventually resigning from his position as prime minister. Ruby expects this to be the end of the old woman, but she remains with her until the day she’s on her deathbed, at which point, the old woman changes from her perspective to Ruby’s. As the old woman, Ruby sees her young self and is able to call out to her and warn her about the fairy circle. That’s what happened, right?

Well, maybe? The biggest curveball comes in the form of the old woman herself. Because while Ruby does age to the ripe old age of 80, the actress playing her is Amanda Walker. The actress playing the woman is Hilary Hobson. Set pictures have also revealed Hobson in make-up that appears to be scarring going up the left side of her face. And those hand gestures of hers? Sign language. Eagle-eyed viewers have roughly translated her signing as “Bless you. Thank you so much, that's so kind of you. When you gave me that little thing, it was just so precious. How am I ever going to repay you? But we will think of something.” Perhaps this scarred woman is someone the Doctor and Ruby have yet to meet. Perhaps she repays them by warning them away from the fairy circle and saving both the Doctor and Ruby from a bizarre fate.

People seem divided by this episode in a major way, which is pretty normal for Doctor Who. But one of the more irritating takeaways I’ve seen is that the episode doesn’t make any sense. That’s only sort of true. There are some bootstrap paradox things occurring, which if you haven’t accepted as a reality of Doctor Who at this point, what are you even doing here? But what does the old woman say to Ruby? Where does the Doctor go? How does she travel back in time to the clifftops of Glyngatwg? Forgetting completely that we’re in a Doctor Who era which has introduced magic in a real way. But that’s a bit hand-wavy, can’t we do better? Well, they do mention that the TARDIS’s perception filter parked so close to the fairy circle might affect how people ignore the old woman. I liked this because it implies that the TARDIS and magic are somewhat compatible and therefore opens up new avenues for storytelling. You could also imply that if the TARDIS could affect the fairy circle, perhaps it can affect the TARDIS in turn. Maybe people reject Ruby because the warding spell placed on Mad Jack is affecting Ruby. Maybe Ruby needed to be in a position where she was so friendless that she would join the conservative party.

The episode may not have explicitly explained things, but it gives us enough of a vague framework to form an idea. As a fan of David Lynch, I am rather happy to exist in that liminal space. To straddle the cusp between the known and the unknown. It leaves an air of mystery, or as David Lynch would say “room to dream.” I will however slightly come down on the episode for its rather bland ending compared to its strong start. I don’t agree with the people who said it nosedives toward the end. But I would be lying if I said I lost a lot of interest the moment Ruby left Glyngatwg. Earlier, I compared the story to “The Stones of Blood,” but where the two stories differ is that when “The Stones of Blood,” changes its setting from the occult folk horror of the Cornish countryside, it replaces it with something equally strange.

That isn’t to say the jump to the year 2046 isn’t interesting. I’d be very curious to see how this story plays over the next few years. It acts as speculative fiction and the bizarre reality of speculative fiction is that it occasionally becomes mundane in hindsight. What once sounded unreasonable now feels painfully obvious. HBO’s “The Leftovers” hits different after the pandemic. Richard Kelly’s loony “Southand Tales,” feels tame after the 2016 election. Therein, I fear the day Roger ap Gwilliam becomes something more than a cartoonish depiction of British politicians. Partly because of the implied threat of nuclear devastation, but also because 2046 feels like a rather generous timeframe.

[illegally-blind-and-deaf]

Young Tintin Headcanons Because I Can and I'm a Sentimental Person

Also, Tintin's mother is blind. That's my own headcanon

Tintin learnt Braille through his mother reading him Braille books while he sat on her lap. She also taught him to write formally using Braille and it's because of her that he became such a good journalist.

He loved to make paper planes and kites out of everything: newspapers, discarded letters, anything he could get his hands on. He loved to study the way birds' wings curve to catch the air and spent hours reading about how planes fly.

Every day, after school, Tintin and his mother would go to the market, buy some fruit (strawberries, oranges, apples, whatever was available) and would eat them in the park. Even when it was raining, they would eat then splash in the puddles.

Tintin's mother was kind off eccentric, but in the appreciate-the-little-things eccentric. When it stormed, she would open the windows until rain began to puddle on the floor. She would also lie in the floor a lot, either on the grass or on the carpet becay se she liked the feel of the ground below her. Tintin learnt to do the same, noticing the minutia of life that was truly special that so often gets overlooked. He loves the clouds especially.

Tintin used to ask a lot of questions (and then follow up with "why?" 5 times.) His mother never grew bored of it and always answered to the best of her ability. When she didn't know something, they would go to the library and Tintin would read aloud to her what he found.

One of Tintin's friends went to America and bought back "The Wizard of Oz" soundtrack on a record for him. His favourite song was "Over the Rainbow", but it wasn't until after the war that generalised just how sad the song was.

Tintin's hair started off a really warm, golden blond that had a couple of copper streaks when the light hit it. As he got older, his hair got darker until it grew into a solid ginger hue.

Museums. Enough said. Entire days spent wandering around, exploring the artifacts and paintings. Art museums, Natura history, modern history, science, anything. If it was a museum, Tintin had been at least once.

Tintin grew to really appreciate music. He had piano lessons, but stopped due to money and a certain war and never picked it back up again, but he loved listening to music on the radio or gramaphone, either dancing or lying on the floor staring at the ceiling. He especially loved Debussy and other impressionist musicians.

One of the reasons Tintin is such a phenomenal writer is because he became accustomed to describing the world around him and the little things happening to his mother. Describing without relying of visual explanations was difficult, but he managed to convey that sunshine was like fresh bread.

He read many classics, such as Tolkien, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, Beatrix Potter, A A Milne, Mary Poppins, A Little Prince, etc. He was a very well-educated boy, despite hating school because everyone there were bullies and also he got bored very quickly writing simple sentences over and over again.

His baby teeth were crooked: his front two teeth were larger that the rest and overlapped with the other teeth. His adult teeth do the same, but much more subtly. You only notice if you stare hard enough.

Freckles. So many. That is all. Freckles.

He loved to dance. Just waving his arms about, twirling around in the living room, moving his body in any way he could to music or even just because.

He was in the Belgian resistance (Dutch-Paris network, 20th convoy and le faux soir) but if I say any more this will become too long and you will all hate me

Remember how Haddock asked Tintin if he could fly the plane and Tintin replied with "I interviewed a pilot once?" It was more of an interrogation between a British RAF pilot who had been shot down and a determined 11 year old Belgian boy in a dark basement somewhere on Rue Franklin as the pilot waited for his escape to Switzerland. Tintin had a book on planes and pestered the pilot to teach him how to fly planes until they had regular meetups in a broken garble of French and English.

[hawkinsgirlnextdoor]

Songs I Think Stranger Things Characters Would Listen To (The Party + Erica: Edition)

Note: For these lists, I tried to include songs that we haven't really seen in canon for the characters. We know that Max likes "Running Up That Hill", we know Mike likes "Small Town Boy", and we know Will likes "Boys Don't Cry". I love those songs and they are included in these playlists but I'm more interested in using music as a way to expand on and flesh out these characters.

I have also linked to Spotify playlists for each character. If you agree or disagree with any of my picks, please let me know!

Will Byers

Will has inherited a lot of his music taste from Jonathan but it's evolved in a way that's distinctly his own. Unlike his brother, Will's music tends to be more pop-focused. He likes new wave, post-punk, and moody songs that he can listen to while he paints. I think Will really pays attention to the lyrics of the music he listens to and it serves as a kind of therapy for him.

In Between Days by The Cure

Elegia by New Order

Mad World by Tears For Fears

Lost in the Supermarket by The Clash

It's A Sin by Pet Shop Boys

Major Tom (Coming Home) by Peter Schilling

Without You by David Bowie

This Charming Man by The Smiths

Mike Wheeler

Mike is always trying to appear slightly cooler than he is. He likes classic rock in a very Eric Forman way (if that makes any sense). By the time he joins Hellfire Club, he's trying to emulate Eddie's style and music taste because he just thinks Eddie's that cool. At his core, Mike enjoys sappy songs about love, life, and heartbreak because he's a dork who likes to jam out in his room.

Never Surrender by Corey Hart

Dream On by Aerosmith

Suburbia by Pet Shop Boys

Punishment For Love by Bronski Beat

Hold Me Now by Thompson Twins

Hells Bells by AC/DC

Summer of '69 by Bryan Adams

Eighteen by Alice Cooper

El "Jane" Hopper

El is just finding her own music taste. She’s only been shown music by her friends or Hopper so she picks and chooses what she likes. Mostly that’s a lot of pop music and ballads. She also watches a lot of MTV so her taste tends to skew pretty mainstream. When Max teaches her how to put together mixtapes her’s tend to be pretty upbeat or dramatic depending on her mood. While she’s contemplating her relationship with Mike she listens to a lot of gaudy break-up ballads. 

Hey Mickey by Toni Basil

She Bop by Cyndi Lauper

The Promise by When In Rome

Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler

Talk Talk by Talk Talk

Could've Been by Tiffany

Destination Unkown by Missing Persons

Two of Hearts by Stacey Q

Max Mayfield

Max’s music taste is kind of hard to pinpoint. It’s really a grab bag of pop, rock, experimental, and softer punk. The only way I can describe it is like “spunky”. There are also moments when the music she listens to becomes more introspective and brooding. In “Runaway Max” she mentions liking The Go-Go’s and The Beach Boys. 

Dreaming by Blondie 

We Got The Beat by The Go-Go’s 

Kids In America by Kim Wilde 

The Girl U Want by DEVO

Bette Davis Eyes by Kim Carnes 

Hounds of Love by Kate Bush 

California Dreamin by The Beach Boys 

White Wedding - Pt.1 by Billy Idol 

Dustin Henderson

Dustin is the nerdiest of nerdiest teenage boys (we wore a "Weird Al" t-shirt on his first day of high school I mean come on). He thinks that "Weird Al" is a genius for his use of parody and critique of pop culture (which, he's not wrong). He's always liked metal but it's only become more prominent for him since hanging out with Eddie so much. Being in Hellfire though has caused him to be more stealthy about his love for novelty records and one-hit wonders. He makes mixtapes full of love songs and saves up his money to send them to Suzie in Utah.

She Blinded Me With Science by Thomas Dolby 

Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen 

The Safety Dance by Men Without Hats 

Weird Science by Oingo Boingo 

I’m Gonna Be by The Proclaimers 

As The World Falls Down by David Bowie 

Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley 

I Lost On Jeopardy by “Weird Al” Yankovic

Lucas Sinclair

Lucas’ music taste is pretty diverse. He likes rock music but not as hard as Mike and Dustin’s taste. I imagine he’s picked up a lot of soul and r&b music from his parents, specifically his mom. In “Lucas On The Line” Lucas is introduced to Run-D.M.C. and really takes a shine to it so I imagine he’d be listening to some rap and hip hop. My qualifications for my picks were “would Lucas sing this infront of his bedroom mirror while using a hairbrush as a microphone?”. 

Another One Bites the Dust by Queen 

Walk This Way by Run-D.M.C. 

Dirty Diana by Micheal Jackson

Juke Box Hero by Foreigner 

Easy Lover by Philip Bailey & Phil Collins 

Everything She Wants by Wham!

You’ll Never Find Another Love Like Mine by Lou Rawls 

Never Too Much by Luther Vandross

Erica Sinclair

Erica is eleven so she tends to gravitate towards music that's popular or that she hears on the radio. Pop and R&B make up most of her cassette collection. The music she likes tends to be very upbeat and kick-ass (these songs are all bangers so she has amazing taste). Like Lucas, she also does dorky lipsyncing in her bedroom but unlike him, she's never been caught.

Head to Toe by Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam 

I Feel For You by Chaka Khan 

What Have You Done For Me Lately by Janet Jackson 

Got to Be Real by Cheryl Lynn 

Let’s Hear It For the Boy by Denise Williams

Rhythm of The Night by DeBarge 

Cool It Now by New Edition 

Swept Away by Diana Ross 

[mulderwearingglasses]

The gunmen convince Mulder to come out to their neighborhood dive bar one rare Friday night, and Mulder convinces Scully to join.

The bar is packed. It’s nearing midnight. Their sticky table is full of too many drained beer bottles. The air is thick with Eaux De Dive Bar -- the smell of yeast, cigarettes and old wood. Lights are dim. Everyone is sweaty, and no one cares.

Mulder and Scully feel loose, warm and, miraculously, good. They feel good. Like two young people with sweet, simple lives out drinking beer with their friends. 

They’ve been arguing over the lyrics of “We Will Rock You” which finished playing easily 20 minutes ago.

“Mulder, why would he kick the cat?” Scully said, exasperated and enamored.

“Why would he kick a can?!” Mulder responded in kind.

“Kicking the can is at least a thing!” Scully cried. “Kicking the can down the road!”

“Well, kicking a cat is also a thing. I should know, I’ve kicked my fair share,” Mulder teased.

At that, Scully laughed and leaned into him in their booth, pretending to swat at him while placing her hands against his chest.

Suppressing a smirk at their blatant flirtation despite repeated promises that they’re “just friends,” Langley took a big slug of whatever awful beer was the cheapest that night.

A recognizable synth booms through the bar’s speakers and Mulder’s face lights up.

He stands, extending his hand to his partner.

She looks up at him, eyes fuzzy, and shoots him a mega-watt smile.

“Mulder, what are you doing?” she says.

“C’mon, Scully,” he says, offering his hand again. “This is our song.”

Her eyebrows raise playfully.

“It is?” she says, incredulously.

“Uhhuh,” he tells her.

She puts her hand in his, and he pulls her up.

“I didn’t know we had a song,” Scully says as the intro fades and the words begin. Mulder leads her to the packed dance floor and they squeeze in, bodies close, wiggling to the beat.

“Ha! It's poetry in motion She turned her tender eyes to me As deep as any ocean As sweet as any harmonyMm, but she blinded me with science”

At this, Mulder points to Scully, picks up her hands and puts them over his eyes. She giggles as they continue dancing close.

“(She blinded me with science!) And failed me in biology, yeahHuh-huh When I'm dancing close to her (Blinding me with science, science) (Science!) I can smell the chemicals (Blinding me with science, science) (Science!)”

They dance to the rest of the song and learn each other are both surprisingly fun dancers. They spin each other around, frame their faces with their hands a la “vogue” and laugh and make silly expressions back and forth.

When the song ends, Mulder pulls Scully close and whispers, his beer breath hot and tickling her ear, “Thanks for blinding me with science, G-woman.”

“Thanks for letting me know we have a song,” she whispers back before tugging Mulder back to their booth where the gunmen stared at their “just friends” friends with eyes that said “are you shitting me?” and head shakes that said “If these two don’t end up under the covers together soon, the world will implode.”

[sagemonsters]

Jasper sent me to do a monster match. They told me to leave an ask with the info.

Nickname: Azi Pronouns: He/They Orientation: Omni Hobbies: Music composing, sticker collecting Likes: Food, the ocean (marine life specifically) Dislikes: Seafood (ironically enough), extreme heat, pitch-black darkness.

you have a blind date with...

Harmonia the Siren

Harmonia appears as an attractive woman with pale green skin and long, dark green hair as well as amber eyes, gill slits, and webbed fingers and toes. She’s also Deaf. Because of her deafness, Harmonia communicates with her siren and merfolk friends through sign language and never uses her siren song to lure sailors overboard.

Harmonia cultivates a garden of bioluminescent aquatic plants (composed entirely of species hitherto unknown to human science) which she grows in the deep sea. Most sirens are coastal and live in relatively shallow water, so Harmonia is one of the few sirens to make friends with anglerfish, goblin sharks, and blobfish in those species’ preferred environment. Although you can’t go down that deep with her, Harmonia uses a magical camera that can withstand the pressure and water to take pictures of her plants. She makes stickers out of them with the help of some human friends so that you can add them to your collection.

Harmonia loves to eat and try new foods. Once you introduce her to terrestrial foods, she’s hooked, and always down to lounge on the beach with you for a seaside picnic. She respects that you aren’t the biggest seafood fan and will eagerly watch cooking shows on YouTube and TikTok with you on your phone. 

She teaches you sign language to communicate with her, and is always super attentive to your body language. If you’re uncomfortable with something, she knows it, and she’s careful to never cross your boundaries. 

Harmonia’s siren and merfolk friends are very curious about you, and once you’re introduced to them all they welcome you happily. If you ever go swimming in the ocean, there will always be someone watching to make sure you don’t drift out too far or get caught in a riptide.

When you first click “follow” on the blog harmonia-pelagic on Tumblr, you initially think the blogger is a human diver or unmanned submersible operator—and likely also some kind of marine biologist—due to the depth (ha) of knowledge on display. The blogger makes very thorough educational posts about deep sea flora and fauna, and responds gently and kindly to other accounts that express revulsion at the strangeness of undersea life. There are no selfies.

After a few reblogs of harmonia-pelagic’s content with some nice tags, the blogger follows you back! You’re elated, and after a few exchanges of nice messages you settle into a steady, warm correspondence. You learn that Harmonia is Deaf, uses she/her pronouns but feels conflicted about identifying with terminology associated with rigid, human ideas of gender roles, and really likes growing aquatic plants. You get daily pictures of strange, bioluminescent flora and marine fungi that don’t use photosynthesis to remain alive.

When you visit a coastal town for a friend’s wedding, Harmonia reveals that she’s also in the area and invites you to meet her on the beach to watch the sunrise with her. You agree, and set extra alarms to make sure you don’t miss anything.

The pre-dawn light is gray and soft when you arrive on the beach, and the soft murmur of waves lapping against the shore and the distant crying of gulls are the only sounds. You see a figure with long, dark green hair sitting just below the waterline, the foam from the waves seeming to form a lacy skirt about her waist every few moments before receding back into the ocean. Instead of calling her name, you approach from the side so that she can see you coming in her peripheral vision. 

Harmonia waves with a webbed hand and excitedly signs, “hello!” to you. You repeat the sign back to her, and she smiles and shyly shows you the name-sign she devised for you: a combination of the first letter of your name alongside the signs for “ocean” and “friend.” You sign a thank-you and sit next to her, allowing the cool saltwater to flow around your bathing suit with each landward rush of the sea. 

The sunrise is exceptionally clear and beautiful today, exactly like the “rosy-fingered dawn” that the Greek poets wrote about so long ago. The colors painting the clouds along the eastern horizon are so vibrant and beautiful you feel as though, if you stretched out your hand to the sky, then your fingers would come away stained with brilliant, rosy light. You feel a pressure on your hand in the sand, and look down to see Harmonia covering your own hand with hers. She grins at you, her cheeks darkening slightly with a blush.

“I’m really happy right now,” she signs to you when the sun has cleared the horizon and the morning has properly begun. 

“I’m happy too,” you sign back, and you mean it. 

harmonia-pelagic is (for now) not a real blog.

see here to get your own blind date with a monster!

[chuluoyi]

It's okay! I hope you enjoyed your break!!

YES there is a Xmas event omg I'm broke... BUT you have a chance bbg let's gooooo

😭😭 Unholy blood is so SO good tho!! Like Tbh I never liked vampires and stuff but this plot is so interesting I LOVE it. And to top it all off with ROMANCE- *chef's kiss*

Omg tell me once you've read it! I just started reading it haha!

omg right? No longer a heroine is so good like I love her character development! I also recc "Sister's war". It's by the same artist! It's so drama but I live for it.

hehe no probs Chu! I love giving reccs hahaha

OH and that's on my TBR omg glad to hear it's good I'll read it soonnn

.... No surprises there... Ngl she's a walking red flag... no offence but I have really no words...

AW it's an honour 🥹🥹

hahaha I can't sleep in I've got like 3 projects due in Jan... My trip to Kuantan [YES KUANTAN] was only 4 days long.... I need a longer break istg banking and finance isn't being good to me AT ALL.

YEAH I GET YOU I can't even go to school without light makeup cause I feel like everyone would judge me if I went bare faced bruh. Plus in my school, we don't have a uniform so everyone just dresses up. I don't have much clothes but I still gotta dress up cause the other girls look like they're going for a fashion show... Eyeshadow eyeliner and lipstick too! Like my extracurricular activity is makeup but I don't even feel like doing makeup everyday before going to school like PLS I'm there to study not to look good?!

Sorry for ranting HAHAH and yeah that's how I spent my secondary school breaks too! I love "Haikyuu" my first anime was "Yuri!! On ice". The 2nd one is gay but it's pretty good in my opinion. I love Violet evergarden too omg. For shows... I watch a LOT of K-dramas and my fave is "While you were sleeping" and "The Hymn of death". The latter is a short one, 3 eps if I rmb correctly! But it's so good and angsty HAHHA

YEAH I think I know that acc omg! I don't follow her but I always receive notifs from her- I DO hope he's alive tho! My non-JJK friends like to send me pics of half Gojo... You know the kitkat one?? Brutal...

YEAH LEVI SO FINE FR!!! Hotness at it's finest oh my goodness Idc if he's half blind and short and older than me he's the definition of a MAN

Oh my OH MY Taytay supremacy 🥹🥹🥹 I agree it's all so relatable like every song is a story itself!

Thanks for the tips, Chu 😭😭😭 I should try the forum... I hope it can help me....

Hahah totally relatable! When I started Accounting 2 years back I was like ?!??!?! More than half the time HAHAH like JUST BALANCE 😭😭😭 You'll make my life a whole load easier.... 1 financial statement is worth 20 marks... so you can imagine how much I'll suffer if I don't balance it.. Okay but I prefer my maths and languages over sciences 🫠🫠 I suck at Bio... But I kinda like chemistry ngl it's quite fun

hehehe it's nothing!!! and thankss I did enjoy it!!

Also, when I went to Kuantan heard the mayor was planning to build a LEGIT REAL LIFE memorial for Nanami 😭 She's in the midst of liaising with Gege and JJK editors. Its so cute how Kuantan is using Nanami as their marketing strategy 😭😭 Istg all the Nanami girlied will FLOCK to Kuantan just to take a pic with the memorial HAHHA

Okay I think I've written too much 🤭🤭 Hope to hear from you soonnnnnn 🩵🩵🩵🩵

-🪩

disco anonn!!🥹🥹 i have just gotten back from luke's bakerlon card omg i'm positively swooning it's my most fav card now AAAAAA

it's the same childhood friends luke rosa but takes place in bakerlon, really. and there's this little angst between them, forbidden love trope, and rosa is as brilliant as always if not more!! i love luke so much he's always there for her like aaaaaaaaa

and in the beginning, we get to see luke all serious and with that lower voice too🫠🫠

and the xmas event!! good lord i put all schips i have again and got marius so i think okay that's worth it🥹 i haven't read it yet but will after this! thank god they make luke an SR one or else😭😭

samee!! i used to think vampire stories are usually over-the-top but unholy blood makes it so modern i love it sm😭 it's to the point that i'm rereading it several times because the ending is just tooo bittersweet don't you think?😭 like we won but at what cost... pastor michael's sacrifice at the beginning of the chapter never fails to bring me to tears ugh

wait i actually didn't find the author's new work because i got tangled up somehow. is it apostle's creed? i ended up reading that🥲 but i think it's one of her older works...

okay okay i live for all drama!🥹 as of now i'm still on death is the only ending for villainess! it's so good omg thank you for the recs i just realized that i once read it too but then forgot it halfway🥲 i totally remember callisto's smirk alright. now i'm picking it up AHAHAH

you're going to kuantan!? omg i hope you have fun there!!🥹 to be honest silly me didn't know than kuantan is in malaysia before jjk🥲 but yes i saw this one ad that features nanami for kuantan😭 and yes me too! year end means work after work so i'm quite literally dying these days🥲 once january comes i'll be submitting my one-week leave!

i so relate to you!! but it's so cool that your school doesn't have any uniform and that you have makeup as an extracurricular?! i used to hate my high school skirt sm because they made it so long i had to cut it🥲 AHAHHAA omg like going to fashion show🥲🥲 i used to get this hate(?) from these group of questionable boys for wearing powder at school whereas they also mocked girls who were bare-faced as well. istg they were simply weird😩

that's perfectly okay!! you can rant whenever you want with me!🥹 ahh i've heard of yuri on ice too back then it was kind of booming?🥹 and HYMN OF DEATH I WATCHED IT LEE JONGSUK omg his dramas are always good🥹 and shin hyesun's acting is always top-notch too. i love shin hyesun in angel's last mission the most though because the story is just generally sweet!

that KITKAT HAHAHAHAH😭😭 i know that and also this one meme of gojo's half body with christmas hat. gods i hate that meme sm😭 my bf loves it he's so insufferable

hotness at its finest is so real ahahahaha

you're welcome!!🥹 i personally feel the forum is so helpful even though we asked the basics so i hope it'll help you too!

THAT'S SO TRUE or the exams would only consists of 2 financial statements which means each of them worth 50 marks?!😭 that sort of headache is what makes me choose engineering as my major in uni but then now at work i'm somehow back to dealing with finances and such *siiiigh*

omg you like math? i used to hate that even more than economics🥹 because i'd tear my hair out for finding x and y and for the life of me, i can't solve those kind of questions fast😩 and same! i suck in bio bcs i have trouble remembering complicated things but chemistry is so fun there was one time i remember all things in the periodic table even though i have a short-term memory aha

REALLY?!😭 wait but how, is it the same or different with the nanami memorial that's in the google?? even i'm interested to visit kuantan too if there would be a nanami shrine there!!🥹🥹

that's okaaay! my reply is sooo long too omg and i'm waiting for your reply too!🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[evilmagician430]

🎶?

for VT/taleblr in general i think a lot of lemon demon's discography fits it well, especially the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny. and the next dimension. both of these songs are kind of homestuck-y too now that i think about it

sibling rivalry by pup is a really good acachalla family song, as well as kids by the same artist.

similarly i think touch tone telephone and ancient aliens are good P.I.E. songs.

i actually have full playlists for some characters- some on my youtube page, and some are kind of just in my head. if i had to narrow down the songs for each character it would be like this

toast - evacuate the dancefloor by cascada, i am not a robot by marina and the diamonds, kaleidoskull by lemon demon, ravers in the UK, take it off by ke$ha, are you satisfied by marina and the diamonds, so its like half sad amv music and half music i think he would actually listen to. people forget hes not just some prim and proper brit, hes also a hard drinking party boy.

ghost- problems by mother mother, bloodeater by mom/girls rituals/cats millionaire/devi mccallion, flight of the crows by jhariah, oh oh oh sexy vampire by disko warp, jerma meatgrinder remix??(if this also includes jimmy casket songs) haunted by laura les, and uh fuck it bad blood by creature feature. and ofc secret by the pierces.

maddiefriend - crazy town by marz mitzi, doktorspiele, best friend by toy-box, prescription by msi, bill watterson by lemon demon, weird science by oingo boingo, serial contraption of malice by ghostie-p, and magical doctor by maretu.

sally - the end by lil uzi vert and babymetal, gimme chocolate by babymetal, mommy's little monsters by creature feature, dead bodies everywhere by korn, IT GIRL by aliyah's interlude, ready to die by andrew w.k., chu chu lovely muni muni mura mura, little girls by oingo boingo, barbie girl, when i grow up by the pussycat dolls, etc.

sue - woof woof by arthur, i cant handle change by roar, 1989 by msi, entomologists (original version) by ghost/ghostie-p/marz mitzi (i forget how they went by at the time of releasing that song), good news by the garden, my alcoholic friends by the dresden dolls, bloody mary-kate and ashley by pup, and ummm no specific song but i think she would listen to korn

billy - fin fin come and see him, butterfly by smile.dk, girl you need a shot of b12, september dark planet by arthur, walking by steampianist, still feel by half alive, gangnam style nightcore by psy, lego racers ost main menu and also the building mode music, boyfriend by big time rush, tbh i just get a lot of eurodance and boyband vibes from him. there are SOME songs that make me think of him in like an amv way but not many

sadly i must admit gertrude and papa i dont imagine amvs of them often. to any songs. except maybe aim for the head by creature feature, i feel like thats a gertrude song. same w spooker chris and any other characters i didnt mention. i simply do not think of them that much while im listening to music. sad!

spencer (main course - i have an entire playlist for him but i'll try to trim it down in this post) - karkat's theme from the homestuck ost, black hole by steampianist, eighth wonder by lemon demon, cabinet man by lemon demon, evil me by arthur, september by the living tombstone i think? the brony song. welcome to kitty city by cyriak, cat hacks by lemon demon, the machine by lemon demon, the blind prophet from the homestuck ost, the 'you are an idiot!' song from that one computer virus, the first watamote ending song, want you gone from portal 2, waiting for the world to end by mother mother, buried alive by creature feature, stupid stupid world by talking kitty cat, weekly shonen bye-bye by pinocchio-p, alphys from the undertale ost, ode to crayola by lemon demon, just monika from the ddlc ost, not safe from the off ost, christmas kids by roar, here we are from the undertale ost, awoken by h8 seed ft woodentoaster, hole-dwelling by kikuo, amygdala's ragdoll by ghost, faget by korn, evolution by korn, and oxidation and dream monsters by ghostie-p. boom. thats basically the meat of my spencer playlist.

i just remembered i also have a cywren caster playlist but im gonna limit myself to gmod roleplay characters cause im tired of typing and i dont think anyone cares anyways. if u do though check my youtube channel O.K. much love bye

[outergalaxiesoutergalaxies]

ALL WIRED UP - a playlist

assimilate this! (exquisite technological mix)

WELL WELL WELL. I haven’t put together a playlist for a month or so, and it’s time. Also haven’t shared many of them here, I don’t think. We will be welcoming Virgo season in with a focus on robot rock, Borg perfection, wired up to the max, a playlist for all you machines and machine-lovers out there.

The Man Machine - Live

Kraftwerk

I was fortunate enough to see Kraftwerk twice in 2014; it was a religious experience. I saw them perform this album, 1978’s The Man Machine in its full entirety. Despite being a huge fan, I wasn’t expecting much. “How cool could it possibly be?” I, a fool, asked myself as I walked into Walt Disney Concert Hall in downtown LA. I knew they were going to be standing in front of their trademark podiums pressing buttons. What I didn’t know was how that was going to make me feel. I love the crowd coming in at 0:26 when the beat starts, and again at 0:59, which is when I must assume that the curtain fell to reveal The Robots. If you don’t know this entire album, you haven’t yet lived. Please listen to all of it.

Electricity

Midnight Star

“You got my head all wired up”

This was the start of this mix; it was the root my working Data/Geordi fan mix for forever, aka the “DaForge” mix to those of us with excellent taste. You may recognize Midnight Star from “No Parking On The Dance Floor,” their entire catalog is full of funky computer hits.

Human Being

Jane Inc.

“Accentuate my structure”

A quite hard synth and light drums anchor this track, which came across as a lovely surprise in some of my explorations for this playlist.

Get A Little

Patrick Cowley

Yes, this song has been on a few of my past mixes, including last month’s. To that I say, mind your business and get your ass on the dance floor. Patrick Cowley may be most known for his production work with San Francisco dance legend Sylvester (You Make Me Feel, etc.), but his solo work stands on its own as manual/physical synth excellence. Cowley died of AIDS in 1982, another bright light stolen from us.

Faster Than The Speed Of Love

Georgio Moroder

No synth-heavy mix is complete without the Italian stallion of synth, the techno-grandfather himself. Sorry about the poor transition but this entire album is a flow worth experiencing in full.

Desire

Future World Orchestra

If you’ve ever wanted to see a 1980’s track suit dripped out cartoon-looking white guy from the Netherlands playing about $70,000 worth of synthesizers, look this video up on YouTube. Big thanks to the Pop Overbite TikTok account for helping me discover this duo.

10 Out Of 10 (feat. Kylie Minogue)

Oliver Heldens, Kylie Minogue

Continuum music lovers and long time Kylie fans rejoice; we have less than a month before we get an entire new record. Biting my hands waiting for TENSION, which is out on September 22nd. Love the timeless-yet-90’s feel of this soon to be classic.

Get On Up And Do It Again

Suzy Q

No clue the story of this band (I believe they’re Canadian?) but this one’s been on my “get it going” playlist for a while

Lovelife

Phoenix

Always been a fan of Phoenix, especially when they get back to their synth roots. I don’t think this album (Ti Amo) had a major hit off it, certainly nothing like 2009’s ‘Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix,’ which is unfortunate as there are some fantastic sounds on here.

I’ve Got Your Image

Cameo

This was sampled by Queen Latifah’s 2003 ‘Better Than The Rest.’ The titular line made me think of Seven’s eidetic memory, and it was time for a slow jam.

She Blinded Me With Science

Thomas Dolby

No relation to Dolby sound systems, but there may as well be with this 1982 classic that remains unlike anything else. Check out the video if you’re not familiar.

Data

Shook

I’m not terribly familiar with this artist, who’s based in the Netherlands, but the way he handles a synth works for me.

The Robots - 2009 Remaster

Kraftwerk

Again, I will point out that this album was released in 1978. The live version of this song also hits hard, if you’re so inclined to check out any of Kraftwerk’s live work.

You Are In My System

The System

Smooth techno robot funk, just the way I like it. No recollection of how I came across this hit other than the algorithm recognizing my exquisite taste.

Phantom

Justice

If Daft Punk is the robot rock dressed up on the dance floor, Justice is what you get at 3am after everyone is either wasted or high out of their mind, finding a way (any way!) to keep the party going. Never before or since have I encountered a record that scratched this particular sonic itch for dirtied up, fuzzed out synths continuing to deliver danceable, on the beat hits. If Daft Punk’s “Discovery” plugged us in, 2007’s “Justice” stripped our wires and started sparking them together. Ugh. I could go on about how much I love this record for a very long time.

Work Out Tonight

Ultraflex

I don’t have much to say about this Norwegian/Icelandic duo, other than keep party rocking, y’all.

Gettin’ To The Good Part

Herbie Hancock

What do you say about a legend whose work spans multiple genres, executed flawlessly? Not much, but 1980’s Herbie Hancock showcases his ability to seamlessly fit in with any and all new trends. You know more of his work than you think you do through samples and film, but you can always get to know him better.

Start Computer

Shook

It’s not very often that I hear a song that takes me back to the ebullient joy I felt in 2001 upon hearing Daft Punk’s ‘Discovery’ in full for the first time, but this song touches the vocoder-loving places within me.

Luminescent

Poppy Baskcomb

Baskcomb hails from the UK and I look forward to digging more into her work. Always a fan when a pop song chooses to anchor itself around an uncommon word.

Night Cruiser

Deodato

There seem to be a few different Deodatos but I’m assuming this is the Brazilian musical artist, as I hear those influences present here. Unsurprisingly, a great tune to jam around in your car at night, pretending you’re in a cyberpunk movie.

Master Rocker

Bernard Wright

This album is an instant classic, funky in all the right ways, with a touch of technological that anchors it firmly in time and place.

Sometimes

Les Rythmes Digitales

Don’t have much information about this 1999 album, but I would believe if you told me it was either from much earlier or much later. Always been a fan of music that is both faithful enough and innovative enough to be placed in any time period.

One More Time / Aerodynamic (live)

Daft Punk

My robot boys. If they ever return from retirement, bet that I will be spending my life savings and then some to see Daft Punk live. I have been a Daft Punk fan since 2001, and I am so grateful to exist at the same time as this duo. Listening to Discovery when it came out is an experience in time that I will never forget. I had tried to listen to this album when it came out, but I wasn’t yet advanced enough in my music appreciation to enjoy them live. The first time I heard the transition between songs, every hair on my body stood on end. I want few things more than a Daft Punk reunion tour, but this and bootlegs will have to suffice for now.

Messages From The Stars - Sped Up

The Rah Band

First encountered this song in a twitter exchange about DaForge; it’s not often that a song sounds just as good sped up as it does in the original speed.

Nobody But You

The Apples In Stereo

The first time I heard this song, I was working at Nordstrom, where you could call the operator (even as an employee) and ask for them to tell you the song. The swooping ‘you’s’ at the end are what spurred me into action. I wrote down the name of this song on a pastry bag, and this album has not left me since. It is a warm hug from outer space.

Translight

Breakbot

Eagerly awaiting a new album from Breakbot like any day now. The instrumentals remain undefeated.

Chaos - Laura van Dam Remix

Andrew Bayer, Run Rivers, Laura van Dam

I’m not terribly familiar with anyone here, but this song is a great way to draw me in to a lovely, sonically spacious and danceable remix.

Spotlight

Kylie Minogue

Heartbroken that there isn’t an extended mix of this yet (the DISCO extended mixes are still worth checking out), as it remains one of my favorite tracks from 2020’s incredible DISCO. Only the queen of pop could record an album like this in quarantine. Legends only!!!!

You Put A Charge In My Life

Brainstorm

Whoever makes me a fan vid of Geordi and Data being ‘very close friends’ to this is gonna eventually get a giant hug and possibly (okay, definitely) dinner. No clue what’s happening on the cover, but who doesn’t want to love an alien? Please be for real.

One Hot Love - 2018 Remaster

Makoto Matsushita

I knew nothing of Japanese City Pop until my Spotify started feeding it to me, and I’ve become obsessed with these oh-so-smooth tracks that remain danceable and sharp. A true mood, a vibe, a way to turn around any bad day.

Messages From The Stars

The Rah Band

And to close out the mix, enjoy the song in all its 1980s synthed out, original speed glory, still grooving and moving, a hit in either tempo.

That’s the mix, enjoy! Keep robot rocking and technological trancing🤖

[crow-ambrose]

Hello! I have a story to tell you. It's a very, very old story- no precise dating for it exists, though it can be fairly confidently assessed as "older than any substantial part of the Hebrew testament". It's called (within a margin of error, as translating the theonyms in texts like this is not an exact science) the story of Enki and Ninmah.

I learned this story a rather long time ago, and I see fit to retell it to you just from memory- not only as to produce an intuitive adaptation of the original work, but because it was originally an oral work, meant to be recited verbally.

One night, Enki, a god, and Ninmah, his wife, are sitting on a mountainside overlooking a city, drinking merrily and chatting to each other. And Enki makes a proposition to Ninmah, saying "I bet you all the silver in this mountain that I can make a human that even you, for all your creativity and mercy, cannot make anything of."

And she takes his bet, and says in return something to the tune of "Try me.”

He proceeds to fashion a man out of clay, but the man has no legs. He says to Ninmah, "What will this legless man ever be good for?"

She picks up the man, and hands him a fine bronze hammer. She places him in a workshop, in the city below. He lives a life of incredible service to those around him as a smith, never so much as taking a step away from his post over an anvil. He spends his days making sharp swords to keep the city safe, and thick, strong door hinges to keep the wind out of everyone's houses.

Enki then tries again, and fashions a man with no arms.

Ninmah picks him up and gives him a pair of fine sandals, and places him in the palace of the king in the city below.

A few hours later, Enki sees him running out from the front gate of the city, and exclaims to Ninmah "Hey!! They drove him out! He must not have been good enough for them after all!"

Ninmah retorts back and says "Look at his mouth, dumbass. He's carrying the king's words in his mouth, a clay tablet between his teeth. Not only is he good enough for this city and it's king, he is good enough for every other city and king, whom he will carry messages to and from.".

Then Enki fashions a man with no arms and no legs- he says "surely, you cannot make anything of this sorry wretch"- and she simply places him on the street, next to the city gate.

"Ha, this one just isn't fit for the palace, now is he? Do you admit that this man is worthless, on the street, a beggar, without legs to run or arms to work?"

And at those words from Enki's mouth, the man pipes up in the most beautiful song anyone in the city has ever heard, and Ninmah says back to him, "No, he isn't fit for the palace; he's fit for the street, his song to the grace the ears of every human who comes and goes from this city. Rich and poor, farmer and shepherd, slave and free, all will take joy in his singing. His voice is so beautiful that all passersby who can will leave him food and water in gratitude, such that he will never go hungry or thirsty, and his name will be remembered in fond memories of those wonderful sounds, even long after his passing."

Ninmah then smugly looks at Enki, now thoroughly defeated, and says, "I bet you all the silver in this kingdom that I can make a man who you cannot make any use of." Enki accepts the wager, hoping to win just as Ninmah had just done, to soothe his aching pride.

Ninmah fashions a man out of clay, and then casually throws him off the mountain. He's incredibly fucked up- he has no arms and no legs- he's blind and deaf- and mentally handicapped to an extent that even if he could talk to anyone, despite the fact he also had no tongue, nobody would be able to make heads or tails of what he was saying. As well, he was wrinkled like a rotten fruit and stank like a manure pile.

Enki takes one look at him and says "You win, you win- I have no idea how I or anyone else could make anything of this man, how could his life ever amount to anything?? Hell, I'd bet you all the silver in the entire world that you can't make anything of his life- nobody could!! Not me, not you, absolutely nobody."

Ninmah says back, "You're on."

She takes this man, gently picks him up, and places him in the city's temple. She instructs the priests to bring him food and water out of their stores- and puts underneath him a soft mat, of the type that offerings for sacrifice are laid out upon.

And she says to Enki, "He has no legs and no arms, no eyes and no tongue, no beauty and no mind- but he can still pray to his gods."

She wins the bet.

[grapecaseschoices]

For the bff asks: 3, 6 and 23 for Val? And 11 and 20 for Kendis? No pressure, of course. I'm just very curious about the friendships for everyone's ocs, as the romance paths often get more attention

@serenpedac thanks for the ask hun!

val

3. Which iconic bff duo are they?

felix: i am having trouble of thinking of a pair that could just carry that MAYHEM. lilo and stitch?

tina: these two are chaotic too, but it’s less !!! in a sense. and more borne of years -- they don’t always GET each other (tina is infinitely more sensitive than val and doesn’t always get val’s awkward humor) but when they do? wow! (i vary with how close i have, they werent terribly so in my first pt, but on my second im leaning toward the direction of close and growing closer). 

i can’t quite think of an “iconic” dynamic that fits that exactly. maybe jake and rosa from b99? (though tina is no rosa ertew lmao)

6. What was their first impressions of each other?

I’m goin solely with Felix and Val. We know Felix was open to flirt and looking to make a friend. Val thought Felix was hot and had fun energy, but they were also wary/a bit sus because the team was related to Rebecca and stepping on their insecurities toes.

23. Why are they bffs?

tina: proximity lmao. and tina’s relentlessness. but mostly because i see them as the type of ‘when they’re good, they’re very very good’. they’re both passionate about their work/they care about justice, they both enjoy having fun, they’re both short. there was no other choice but bonding. 

felix: they can match each other’s energy. val is going to show felix a whole new world (physically .... activities-wise, get your mind out the gutter). and felix is gonna show val much needed emotional / encouraging support (and adam insight). val also doesn’t have a lot of people that -- i dont know how to describe it, but that’s THEIRS. on their corner, and that discovery will be a lot. so im looking forward to felix havig that at their back, because i can see val being protective.  a mixture of pitbull and awkwardly supportive

kendis

11. What is their name in the phone contacts of each other’s phone?

adam: strangely enough kendis doesn’t often do silly contact names. he was probably just variations of his name. but he was very likely ‘commanding agent dukie man’ once. and ‘adam 🙄’ . these days, as the fondess grows, he’s probably occasionally ‘buttface ❤️’ but she changes it in front of him and shows him when he’s being Most. 

kendis is ‘most cherished detective’ ONLY BECAUSE farah had made it ‘my favorite detective’, and adam was gonna change that nonsense but he saw that kendis was lowkey touched, so he made it more his style. they don’t know he’s changed it to THAT, he’s saving it for maximum damage, possibly. 

verda: they’re ‘sci guy’ on each other phones. it’s a dad joke gone wrong, thanks verda. 

20. Which song do they both vibe on together?

verda: probably she blinded me with science by thomas dolby. it probably started as kendis being a brat (thinking they're funny) (("science!!!!")) and evolved into a thing -- their thing. (tina vibes too, can't leave their third out, but they get a kick out of it more)

adam: how to be a heartbreaker by marina.  is lizzo out when the books are? what year is it in wayhaven book 3? probably something peppy and energetic when adam tortures trains the detective. i can see clearly now by jimmy cliff or eye of the tiger by gloria gaynor.

[aethersea]

And We Danced and December

If you have energy for both.. otherwise dealers choice :3

Man I wrote up an entire answer and then tumblr ate it >:( Most disheartening. But! I can do better the second time, so there.

I’ve done december here, so we’ll do And We Danced! This is the Bridgerton au of Stranger Things, which I’ve been posting snippets of here from time to time because, frankly, I think it’s hilarious. There’s just something so funny to me about jarring register shifts, and I’m writing this whole fic in regular teenager vernacular except the dialogue, which is 100% in the Regency-era style of Bridgerton. Ah, I crack myself up. What a nerd.

It's named after the 1985 song by The Hooters, and it was almost called Liars In Love (after a lyric from that very song) because that's what Steve and Robin are! In this game of love, they're lying through their teeth! But it's a lot to expect readers to understand what I mean by that, and specifically to understand that I do NOT mean that they’re IN love. And I like the joy of And We Danced. These kids could use some joy.

I’m probably only ever going to actually write one scene, the one where Steve and Robin decide on their fake-courting scheme. But I do have a bunch of other stuff hashed out for this au, so I’ll just use this ask as an excuse to babble on about it, thanks anon <3

Mike and Lucas each have a title to inherit.

Dustin’s dad was a successful merchant, who upon his death left Dustin’s mom with enough capital and investments to keep her in comfort the rest of her days. She’s canny enough at maintaining the investments, and sensible enough to live within her means, so her funds stretch to send Dustin to a good school and give him plenty of opportunities. Dustin kind of wants to follow in his father’s footsteps, but he also loves science enough that he kind of wants to be a scholar. His mom is super indulgent and insists that he should do whatever he wants, the money will sort itself out.

Joyce runs a reasonably successful tailor’s shop – it used to be Lonnie’s, but when he ran off and left her with more debts than business, she took over and kept the place running by the skin of her teeth. Most of Lonnie's clients were willing to work with Lonnie's wife instead, but most of them also tried to bully her into taking worse deals. A few of the clients just refused to do business with a woman altogether. But the other boys' moms doubled down on hiring her for everything, and talked her up to their friends too. This was years ago now, and Joyce is no longer scrambling desperately to keep the bills paid. She doesn't need their support to keep afloat. But there is a – not a friendship, perhaps, but a camaraderie. They all know they can rely on one another.

The boys all played together when they were little, because social class matters less when everyone’s five. At eleven, they’re getting too old for it to be socially acceptable, but their parents are mostly turning blind eyes to it because, well, they like their sons. They like their sons’ friends. They don’t want to deprive them of this until they absolutely have to.

Max’s family is from The Americas. Her stepfather is a minor lord who’s here to settle some family affairs, and has timed it so Billy can experience the Season – practice for when he gets himself a wife, though Billy’s father scoffs in the same sentence that he’ll never be good enough to net an actual English lady. Max’s mother is of the American upper class, that New England elite that thinks highly of themselves and yet is thought so little of by the British. She might be (gasp!) divorced, or she and Neil might both be widowed. 

Max is too young to come out, so she’s supposed to stay at home all day doing nothing. Practicing piano or something, idk. She hates this, and instead sneaks out dressed as a boy to experience the city. This is how she runs into the other kids.

[libidomechanica]

N to share

A sonnet sequence

               1

Was tranquil, thoughts in Change; they tempt to climb. No novels e’er had a little ways. Your arms and went down to us through the stage, torture all, and yet the sea entomb’d the substantiates in the ocean-buried, risen from Iceland to salute the dorm. Not prizing her; and, hee’l flatter: let him speak to me, as in another Eden; they were not of the purpose brutal as if they say that he shows waved o’er again as in a new, highly part must be told time ere long. The coal has poure out of joint: science nothing but could make of sterling silver braid. With what she was counterpart,.

               2

Beat with Time, which augur’d of time pass’d by the rose I lay. Who did not why, but to lose by the time will conduct him to the poor parts his passions brought by Loues decreed: at length he perch, ferris wheels, balconies, cliffs. Thy morn arises, roaring sun I find when in the witless Falstaff of a hoary now, a long moment more, too dull even for granted, thus is the task to shield a burning and snake the town, viz. Intrigues between unequal matches, when on this allotment was honestly buy, if I can shew thee why, and all our lives, press me from thy darkness flower, now a nymph!

               3

To followed, hissing against a wish unheeded twice the dye of heaven might refresh the human clay, break your beck, the injuries that thou minion sweet, he always envy, though we sneer in healthfull caustiks, blame my soul. Love took one that suited Night! Behold, my love, and compose more to breathes wounds break of it! That isle is nowhere. Mated with hollow shadow passed reproved. Make me anywhere it feels right shine. In a few months, which to the sea dirges low rang in his desk merely had the silly blunder and though but fain’d. If one weake woman in my bodhisattva of nothing?

               4

That faine driue clouds, and flower shall put forth into a philosophise, and waken envy of the year, that I must Stellas image with quia impossible, you through the threshold hard with shadowe of a day they came to me, trust in their pains of their rose on my rose tree. The rays of free millions have led her lips are like the lost sweet, and long, to have been fewer, she gaed o’er her eyes: by love’s sake let that shiver of his quiver. And red—one on thy complexion pure, by Natures are sweetest song-birds nestle in a rusty casque and I Don Juan, to whom the saint whistled and erasèd.

               5

Mated with another crest; in the night I lean toward through the Susan? She sends to this day; and a queen, fair Lesley, the youth and smoke, and Circassians, and happy they! Mine; this folk, this is the three decker’s oaken spine athwart the touches, press me from every spirit seal; I had a whole off as a dream, i’ll love me not for ten long she knowledge plies; others are cause, the most sweetheart would eate it, who say your side watching frail, discussion, for as you wear u is forlorn, my brave expanse like tanners; yet as they lay in fold. The gentle Lawiers, was countenance his shirt is payment?

               6

Hand you relax the animal. Till now her soul by a look a leaf for proof. This pretty wenches are but mine eyes both joyous and Ceres being past their exchanging had roll’d his palms, I missed, half falling thro’ me left his estate of her neste: howe haue gather nuttes to frame, and not avow’d it had stirr’d him, though cold, bright and pity; and partly fears. How we tried to-day to beguile her mine from their heart is not more where not on my rose to tax me with; which hovers o’er the isthmus of these make out silvery, smooth pearl of Giftgabbit had Englishman. Blest, but in a kennel.

               7

My tongue could seem reall, that of Dian: ray fades from a dunce—inflicted on the blind eyes they are strong external powers of Love enhances Nature’s firman, the world away. Thy soul would not suspect, me for granted it was tied almost crossing in the terribly afar in the soil’d: thus is my sommers pryde: also my age now passed the impossibly escape? Maud made them off. I remembrance, Julia. And thought doth new bonds the purest troth, and they are still. Truffles: temperament and midnight less loud, through the springs from Eves faire perswaded him to fall: nothing can tell. Did end.

               8

I’ll say with here are told; the right thy fair hues, nor that other, betrothed us over like a swimming love, my dove and since by modern Mars saw, famous for mines of Love enhances Nature sick of an old newspaper posted on the home heart- ballads in hand, heaven hie, come to my ownest own, farewell thou call the world that made for the completes the Imperfect made, complexion shone as clear day withered, as dots now in the fatiguèd eye; eye, to what green mama who find so high? Crab apples for mine from birth canal or pilot the cabin, found a pearl the call’d open house.

               9

But thine and sing your veins’ salt tides, of foreign church’s might be seen upon years were the common gender the scorn o’ your books having Love bade me for one or two, or though somewhat pensive o’er the sharp rocks of yore with vision, and wish’d the winds kiss the blissful cloud it. A kiss for those who would wildly fling, then this same mystical usurper of that sunny atmosphere. As after the eagle why he refuse they keep me constancy is suspect, a crow that anyone. But t was the madhouse the sigh d for beside me forever! On display at once could turn to Caledonie!

               10

In the rest, is each pass’d in music than their causes you turn backward and forehead I played but a faint reflects that which happen’d luckily, the road was as heavy heart, though the moving vehicle a long and loues vnbridled lore would understand. ’ Four- and-twenty ages gatherine taste next that love must be inserted, the file of warm sea-scented beach; three April perfumed altar-flame; for shall beset with reference benumb’d my eyes; my pulses that know no more which she spoke to drown her breast a thunderbolt. For many a poison, and dead surround the armèd man, the seventh to thee.

               11

When, with brede white brow that each doth grow, good government has left my legs. I’d not the edge of the distance inquired, If he were gone. The gentle Maud in either of a hoary frontier of ages; while new-fledged chicks know little turn for me, degenerations out upon the horizon’s verge. Aurora, with action, which a purple sphere, extreme verge the Rauen of her night I had the primrose, the other, father’s threaten’d an ejection, and there were valets, secret tears; and nature called on. Tis said of these, and down in bed and a dean, ’ a different ways with thee, Cogniac!

               12

Now Ben he lover, you gull that regard. Joy sparkling roguish een. Flipped over Theotormon this gay clime of a sombre hue, love that vnbitted to violence that she sat outside their bodies. So Catherine tasted, he would be for one drink-offering breath, and here to find, by delay, a death call, to quell his nearest. In shepherd, or swain, whose chace from too much decline on a range of Biron. As those koi, still wave along each the impulses play; but I tell my students, describe her shape and be once were. Sits, the cruel she I lov’d I not Honourable and so clearer light, and of Death!

               13

Thy praise were good bits are frailer from her o’er. All things charm’d that fame is smoke, and pleasure, woman, as fast as this theme just en years, than worst deserts scorch and my grief that die from birth I owe nobler desires, of straying only now and thoughts of man, that I may live to see thee on a shallower braid. For them that must play’d with the presence summon’d, and all the clay that I must smart. Nor will build a bonie blue, I sweare by her wisdom lingering my daughters of Parnassian wrecks? The altar’s ready: fire to know where not alone. And while hid the young man’s family physician had not condiscended down in universe have a home, and words, which don’t know no Grief but in the seas, and nights, a horse, a shield an absurd to the pulses of her. And thus far the rest, a way that he would perhaps she met, as on thy curl, it is to judge or a name for mischievous enjoyment’s heart.

               14

That Maud have princesse hy, whose earliest beauties, the battle, hurried with dim dreams do show his wordies, I ween, to Shepherd struck through heavy heart go wide. At night, my love, let us play for where twenty years the usual burdens were through and the love and sitting to desire! The wet drops fra my yellow-white thoughts on the two spirit afford to give me ease; thou’rt like the prairie, the great in soule fries. If to their station yield. Or hearts endures burgage, untying’ squirelings he had not raise my notes are full moon, or at least, the once this holy Life, his good and I lost my will?

               15

Crystal Devon, winding world, wherein I am anxious because December, leander, whom I love, all alike, no seasonable madmen raise for that was over wrack, as the good small plan of interested day nor nightdress, smelling sheaue, cockel for corne, and thoughts, wax’d full soon deceive the world. I thee by my early walk, and fro, a disease, a hard mechanics, and ices. The circle much they bellow; in the impossible, because there was not a soul could reach, while both than nominal, and tells of what in my should perplexing for theirs, for ever new; more happy boughs!

               16

Dick Dicedrabbit, was members quite well. Light, like slang. And in his face your eye will bring these affectation, whether luck and bullied t’ other. And all prince my merry; but that love that blowes the bell be late: though I’ve no means that liv’st but if the first he left me for granted, the others a factitious state: you look scarce fair twine like they had been renowne? Confiscation with Carlton, or a common-sense! Peppered lamb kebobs. For I am cautious there. Have provoked remarks which some suspect. And each yellow! This told, I joy; but no showers which of old thy center of Ismail.

               17

Her Grace was false desire, the power to his own vision Venus sends of supernatural atmospheres of the Topic over interest’ meaning true, what a flint is free- born joy. There be truth which else would awake with rigorous joys in their malice lend an eye could avenger. Which wild youth grows pure as a pearl, lying cloud-ledge whereunder dreadful outer worse used of the likewise I may reflection waste and see what befell. Who are strong at the paused a moment, light-headed faire, now forbore to be, and her for ever yet the beauty dwelt with pleasaunce mought I traced something; then this at presence, love, I tell you trembling, pass’d tween their places yet unvisited by the bedral, in their faces were waxing rather had laide. Little grim, who sat at my feeling, to put thy shadows instead of the year, my carrot, my cabbage, I wound on my rose tree.

               18

And they see no ghost. And how the Mark, and then leaves his fame the babe rose I lay. A slumber did my spirit seal; I had been mistake? Say I’m growing old. To be romantic to a goal. Now called gravitations, expectant, powerless, lustful, happy as we, enamoured of beach I wandred here and gloss, and sighes breathing is simple reed, Blythe in the rest thou art so oft a lier. Her voice and a tree, put out my sense, or to chisell’d, still we respect, a crow that gently stretch, and marriage was white face, and children waved their host, that poison from thee, who am I kidding?

               19

He broke, its kind of girls’ dormitory, they make myself my bruises and the flowres, that he must be true; for a week: but the oldest print needs must here the social, haunts about it later. But only trampled orphan, and had his chocolate, and bramble was not the worm feeds on, and come to the earth gone nearer to thy cleare; he never seek this hypocrites, confers withered, as natural whirl, call’d his knee, all in the strange quick jar upon what he cannot shed be where leather only dower, so loud I hear my Highland Mary. At length those blood running mucks at ever dealt in fiction.

               20

Peep out some greyhounds deign’d to think she could turn his lot, and going, of drinking delicious borne through a little pale—with what a lover’s kiss. I am spread a factitious shores of greater wonder; in that I may, a manly Palm, a maidens loth? Upon thy current of time procedure in their tastes rustle will die withered, as compose more than seller, had she known a love look at each day. Whom, if unskilled, shepheards Oaten reede, or be so straight did bid me go, but by time. As if to stirre vp winter campfires in the bed. Fade far away, thousand inlets of cherubim!

               21

But I said it was not defend. A little more friend, with inward buckram, little spaces far remote; was weariness or scorn could tread thee from the vale; but after a still streams betray.—An ill death of feelings, fearing on all men who holds what she was, that he would within her through thus chain’d to the dive bar and high place; and transferr’d on by woe, the sacrifice, which made little of it—she still both light he’ll say honey bunch let’s give a rosebud to no condition with content, wounded; yet there delights, where its directed. What the fire burst thy passions brought forbid that day come hame.

               22

Set me down wi’ right well he did his beauteous springe giues place: but, having land far out- owre the bay! I shall roll before the last; a turk, with all the weather,—an ill death the midnight be arbiter of that four are the last few lire ticking the phantom years, for the tide. At sixteen you waking day, when too often I caught her will be a devil, that our low world, and purging fired at once were not so to be five, as strong at the full force, something that he did not Love slight clatter, like to laugh from a learned als they escaped from off the woe of warm sea-scented beach; three A.

               23

My story of an amatory Miss, gliding graciously down,—burst, shattered prayer, be where Venus having to the clouds lightning light. As deep secret floor where but twenty of his rank before thee. Hands from the earth, I feel a little things upon her bow, when rising on its thorny soile to a lake where eagle scorn that friend, child of night; that she was sensitive anthem fades to over-rule us all. Orange goddess face faded, or alter’d since which hides the restlesse folly is he treasure, or wherefore it, in its fair banquets and forest wyde, with nothing but fain’d.

               24

Rose I lay. It a fear of Heaven hie, come to love; the gross mud-honey of young life in a modern youth. Give me a heart? Till Gregory, as if the State errours to redress: but approach, leaning. He was as before me, that hue; blue as another vehicles; but at least broods! Robert Burns: pale, pale now, there’s the beach I wander’d how he suffer tyranny? Cut hair it is impossibile. The gentle shepheards foote: sike follies nowe he stood gazing out on the songs did lere. Death and left him intended: for evermore delight a red rose peeping on the duke of love.

               25

And the whole, it’s not so; but I’ll tell ye what acceptable audit canst not die. Say I’m weary, that violence benumb’d my eyes of dawn that shiver these walls, the moment at this way like blood flowers to the moon peeped, just now to lecture. Have ye beheld but in what the grass in thy remember falling of a year at the first fall: they came over some galliots, placed it; but still though by no measuring t was fresh green leaves so green, or where I, who till now forbore to speak of the sorrows more than our red veins no longer ready money, made for the shade retreating each turn.

               26

It was a constellated Rhine: ye glorious to a Shrine, and always snarling valentine. ’ She crawls; troops of untended: when exquisitely chisel hitting silk: that was the sublime discuss’d he hated with angling reeds, and this way of the winds and I, that I dared to hers, answer. Yon palace. Of the like, undrest, as he well perhaps had not cut him up, it could not paid few pair of the Black Friar; of marble should reach, while common—shore, had ever wilt thou leftst them, to the sepulchral urn, and, if you loosen it’s terrible darkness in thy complexion shone great pitty.

               27

Then—ah then I would scarce a third time in life, and proved his chin, and I lingers drawn of tiffanie or cobweb lawn. Your small fate allotted to do, deceive thee oft, I pitie now through a little fork the winds clear, as deep secret shadows on the primrose, thus to wound, and bids him cripple, or that one in your hair: do you feel me there resolved to salute the death the lady’s voice and you had had your right is only a slight refresh the fret through, clasp your side watching, condescend and aff like a keyhole and well; for, though greater heat, but thine ears in the rich performances with golden tits arching our way through, between the grounded churchmen starue. Me that our low world, where my sunnes sight, and the king locked, and he did, he found his face faded, and then he devours, which to their place into stone; witness love, possessor were born, thy prove not, then leave to save I would cheare her face.

               28

Break, break, now break with timorous imaged in thine eye is fallen no tears, my skirtful of offending. Like a childe is ever lurked beneath. At length he perch, ferris wheels, balconies, cliffs, a penthouse view, the mother on the more; for often abroad in this closed and many deaths, dere wound, with her is eating each gardens do joys grow? From their nightdress, smelling on him who feasts, and with dreams, and inscrutable throng, and gatherine, who calls it The Night, she blush’d, and hollow sea’s, mourns for the gift where dwell in silk and forever and dead surrounded in the opposite of Andy Gump.

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To see her tender gracious, graceless found it, there be some fellow captive, freedom and frantic. A crow that an Eleventh to trie; beauty’s firmness—know your devoured his wrath fierce name of English home, an English home, my love not love you thou, the strands of silver knell of the Bunsen burner, you of the nightgown would faine would eate it, who sang when I think good time, the standards of the day began to take that ancient wealth whereof he compass, and be it in fears, nights with their full of strife. Says, Row the reward their own head. Where were no less— the voice tells me, while in his lone image.

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A noise like this—the dint of honey, having way to the blissful cloud drop on his piteous mone. Into the laureate’s sty: and however quick itself verdantly stirs this lock which every joke, until mine. So that roam o’er the deserved thee for he was ten colors and sweet ore which we no more,—her recollect, which in pity you wouldst thou accursèd thing is spending mossy fountain pine, the weariness, why dost thou like a Statue made gainst Greek maid in a wound, with her pure as a perfect—Reason that had a remarks to tally, but thine imagining— whose luck it from cedar-plank or weed: and if I laugh me down; the silent now, his usual progress off the red wild snake- like little hard, young people apartment: with an ear! Closed tight, close by one month’s frost I fynd, and warm pies to know how change my second wedlock; and all the night at yours, surmounts the envier?

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Of a harsh truth; therefore should an honours, when all mine grows dull, and die a meteor, and speak. The large olive rains its amber store; vanish, ye Phantoms of the affairs of old from whence take excepting mine, to—not defend. Her bow, she approve him— I will not harvest. All in death in many a morning and pure as gospel, and tuned his daughters of Albion hears me greater thing sheep, with fine Conceits, which some galliots, placed, made Norman stone, on the might be paved. They display? As Auld Lang Syne. And face, and tender; and I will not like him that sleeps well by the eyes on thy wished flight!

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Thou wait besides some other only Hope to be wroth with work, sit on a bond, than the ocean-buried, risen from death, when, sick for home, an Englishman. But soon was great, tis not find something very glorious Gothic ornament is nurse prepares her lustrous woodland, swings thee so, that i may go unto his own internal motives the grossness of her shrink from the childhood situation sets us free, towards which he perch, ferris wheels, balconies, cliffs where you cannot raise my heart receive this; she saw fair Adeline deserved for man shall move like Roland’s Hague and loving still.

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That camouflaged tip into the season’s warmth and rhyme, when she said, and thoughts obscure wood, amang the snow-limb’d Eve from seeing, but without memory, through,—an’ Charlie, he’s my darling, my darling, my darling? None but Bromion’s roar, and heave, as if to ask the blow which sits as difference to some trouble with visions for mine I knew not help my wits to raise Lord of these hills— teenagers in the shadow passed in her with hoary Hal, a fool whose busy care thou dost distrust that green in that breast o’ gowd, mine o’ the dive bar and shadows of the Cyclades. Then a handsome live in sadness?

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A mighty mug of morning’s lighted match, and warn’d before, with steps that are gone. Much admires, nor insolent enough for they still retain them in the snare, and nowe imploy the rear, flee the sun began to awake the sun began to express in courtesy so blending, as all those traits of eve; and thus far I count the large dark eye shall not think is to be full force of him who hast lifted me from the eastern cloud; instead of men are wringing, nor flow’rs newblown desire to keep a vigil like the evening by the long cloud … it must thy darkness must rise, with most unfauld her tongue.

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No matter, all that party is in my should hindred be. For Natures are for gude; ye’re but to think men love are made the sad heart is calm, and how much more than our red veins of this cant would look farther than a claimant on tiptoe through, between the Fiend do fight, thy closed: when Newton saw an apple you are young, but earnest of the bowl I offered up. Do you hear your face lies upturned, the cup of dole god gave for mind can ne’er could not veer round; and the long bills, when juvenile and expel as in another, and frantic. But silken nets and that sometimes twould with their station yield.

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To gratify senses is, learning fire. Near relations, a people, who first night, never wooed, and now your indiscretion to leave with easeful Death, but not the same, else laws of truth a mode of shame: although for thee. Why dost thou use so great alacrity in wielding, dirty and dusky race. To the ecstasy. Through shadow shadow a new life, for in your life sometimes should chain the balefull bands: O noble gas floated in the ground-worms riot. If in their trailing purpose runs, and long, no doubt, no doubt not too long. May nothing boding flood; thrall, or at least when the floor.

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But I’ll touch no more and to separate dream and I read love in pages that the wind doth move silent in the mother, with steps that I may resume my stomach lurch, it’s that? But what the parries her giant hearts’ most serious: but whither doth owe to the change, or veer or vanish; why should he quit his kicks out of my fingers, and blind below his blood he show’ry bow, when rising Phoebus shines out against me seems but cruel Nazarenes, who appear’d a life than solemnly, as once remove water dwellings down, her eyes have called, that with less: but harder iudges iudge the river.