#anything for you beyonce

[tibby-art]

im so sorry everyone i took one for the team here

[existential-queeer]

Poseidon: Get in the water

Me af:

[ordinarythingsiflovecaneverbe]

The Darkling slumped back in his chair. “Fine,” he said with a weary shrug. “Make me your villain.”

[iheartmagicians]

hi YGO's am i first or do they have a name

[grollow]

F. An absent look or touch for Ghost?

The first thing that popped into my head when I read this prompt was a song lyric, strangely. Specifically:

It sung like a violent wind That our memories depend On a faulty camera in our minds

So with that in mind, have some Ghost angst. ♥

Spoiler Warning for Hollow Knight Dream No More ending

without sound, a scream. without a voice, words. without recollection, feelings. || AO3

The scream was dreadful: ripping, tearing from somewhere within, louder and louder still, yet without sound. It was a cry, a plea for help, and the source was –

The source was –

It did not remember.

The freedom of the wilds came with a price: all that made someone was erased. A new life. A new existence. All it cost was everything that came before. 

Be something new. 

It felt like there were claws beneath its body, tearing through the not-yet-tempered void that made up its shell. Just one feeling, crescendoing inside of its being, and yet the sensation of the ground being ripped from beneath its feet lingered. No sound. No words. But the intensity of sensation was alien to someone who drifted through life. The anchor pulled it from the clouds, gave it purchase and bound it to earth.

The past could leave scars and no amount of memory loss could erase those.

Someone called it back to a home it remembered very little of. The word ‘important’ rose unbidden in its mind. Important, important – but why? Why was it important? Who called to it, that it could speak without words and have its meaning understood so implicitly?

(You are a you. But we are an us. You are not an us. You are not like us at all. But you are ours, just the same.)

It recalled – it remembered –

An absent stare, looking back at it –

Where? When? Why?

Calling, beckoning, begging, dying.

Dying? 

It stood on the cliffside and looked down at the rooftops of the village below. The fog billowed over buildings like a veil, obscuring all but the faintest blue-violet light. That place had a name. It did not recall what it was. When it left that kingdom, it ran as far as it could. It ran from a destiny that it did not want. It ran from a place that did not want it, either. It ran from memories that hurt. It ran from the source of the scars it bore and time stole them from it.

All that it recalled was a mask very much like its own… turning and walking away. And then fear. Paralysing, horrible fear that ran deep. 

Why?

(You are a you, and you matter to us. But you are a you, and you should be an us, like we are.) 

It lifted its nail. It looked at its reflection in the dull, broken blade, and it thought it saw a sweep to its horns, a curve its own mask did not possess, and extra prongs. 

Someone important. 

Was that who was crying out? Not for it, not really: the source of that not-sound, that horrible chill that it could not properly describe even in its own mind, was not expecting an answer. It was a wretched sensation, anguish from someone who did not believe any relief was coming, but could not suppress it any longer in spite of that belief.

It was wrong, though, that important singular ‘you.’ 

(Are you the one we watched walk away? Are you the reason we fear falling? Are you the reason we have been falling for as long as we can remember, descending – drowning, drowning in a bottomless, fathomless sea?) 

There were words attached to that memory, from a voice it did not recognize, and the content of those words was lost to time.

The only clarity was the eyes so like its own staring back at it and that feeling. That crushing, overwhelming, dizzying –

It put its nail on its back and calmed its nerves. 

We fall to rise again and again. You, singular ‘you’ who calls to us. 

You, who know pain that cannot be properly defined.

You, whose face we recall, who we cannot forget, when all else has been taken from us. You, whose face is so similar to our own.

We are coming.

Hold on (to the ledge). Do not give up (do not let go). 

Wait for us (do not fall).

We will find you. 

We will always find you. 

[r-adio]

ღ my angel i'm begging

ATTRACTION MEME.

Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

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[anubisthe1]

No sasuke but ill try that

[mazojo]

Elaine just like me fr because Seb does/says the bare minimum and it makes me SICK

[dimeadozencows]

HEAVY TF2 TUMMY ‼️‼️‼️

I CANT BELIEVE YOU ANSWERED MY POST GSJDHDJ THANK U Here you go:

I love him so much i did a scrapbooking about it

Close ups:

@heavytf2tummy enjoy medic👍🏽❤️

[theanoninyourinbox]

Squirrelstar

Father have I made you proud? Mother did you shout out loud? Sister why do I feel drowned? Heavy the head by starlight crowned!

Long the journey great the pain

Never to see home again

Lovers lost and enemies found

Heavy the head by starlight crowned!

Is it burden, punishment?

Is it gifted, spirit-sent?

Nine to rise, one broken down

Heavy the head by starlight crowned!

[fr0ggymatsu]

keep him coming

[fallinginaforrest]

oh no, the pulp musicals hyperfixation is becoming so strong that i'm starting to be

CRINGE ONLINE

[penroseparticle]

irreplaceable rant? to the left to the left

My irreplaceable rant is essentially:

When Beyonce wrote Irreplaceable it was like a giant stepping on an ant. Even in 06 she was shaping up to be a Juggernaut. B'Day launched at number 1 I believe? She was blowing up. Well established, producing bop after bop after banger after banger. And We bought Irreplaceable because we, fully, were on board. Beyonce COULD have another you in a minute. The mythos of Beyonce was taking shape. She was Beyonce, you were some guy. To the left.

When she wrote Lemonade it was like. Oh there are stakes now because whether you think Jay Z is great or not or a garbage dude or whatever, he's at least closer to her level than just "some guy".

Like. Of course she could have another you in a minute if you were some dude. But could she have another Jay Z in a minute? No, categorically she could not, and to say otherwise is to tell yourself fun lies because you hate cheaters or men or whatever. I am a firm believer that Beyonce is one of a kind and cannot be replicated in our lifetime as a cultural phenomenon, artist, creator, singer, you name it she is. incredible. But I'm also not going to pretend Jay Z wasn't in some ways just as singularly, powerfully monolithic with popculture just because most of this website understands rap less.

She writes the Sistine Chapel about him because like it or not, she wants to. She looks at him and sees things you could only dream of creating and I for one am just happy to be here, and could care less what you think about Beyonce's specialist boy who is the catalyst of some of the best music I've heard in the past decade, and also someone who MADE some of the best music I've heard in the past 20 years as well.

Beyonce's first solo recording was 03 Bonnie and Clyde, btw. As in, she was a feature on a Jay Z song before even releasing Dangerously in Love. Which. Also prominently has a Jay Z feature. In the lead single. That arguably launched Beyonce's career. Why would she ever write songs about the man who helped her launch her career that she has been married to for 16 years. A damn mystery.

And for the record, if she wanted to make the most beautiful art in the world about literal garbage, so the fuck what. We hate Duchamps The Fountain on this website now? Irving Penn spent years taking extremely detailed, well composed photos... of actual trash. Like Mud Glove. His photos were hanging in the Smithsonian a few years ago. Turns out beautiful art that says something, even something about trash? Still beautiful.

[oswlld]

oswlld's monthly wrap up: april

note: i am trying something a bit different this year, so bear with me as i figure out how i want to format this. i wanted to spend more time sharing what i consume, beyond what i rb, and put my thoughts in one place. these posts are okay to rb

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This Is How You Lose the Time War, Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone [started 04/04, finished 04/09] *drags my hands down my face until the end of time* I want to meet you in every place I ever loved. I want to meet you in every place I ever loved. I want to meet you in every place I ever loved. I want to meet you in every place I ever loved. I want to meet you in every place I ever loved. I WANT TO MEET YOU!!!! IN EVERY PLACE I EVER LOVED!!!!!!!!!!!!! 4.75⭐️ in storygraph. — Hamnet, Maggie O’Farrell [started 04/12, in prog] I am about 100 pages in and still not sure if I want to keep going or DNF it. idk what isn’t sticking because the writing is beautiful and the pacing is great. And I do care about the characters, I really do. I love the way the author borrows from future grief, it’s what I am enjoying most about this read so far. Maybe I’ll give it 50 more pages and see if it finally sticks.

23.5 Degrees, GMMTV [started: 03/08, ongoing] As mentioned, I am caught up on eps 3-8. I’ll likely not be able to watch it live in may but I will be keeping up with the series til the end. It’s so lighthearted and charming! Not sure how they managed this, but I am constantly surprised by the character group dynamics. It’s def due to the great chemistry everyone has with literally everyone. I need NEED to discuss the score of this show because it’s IMMACULATE. The celestial themes, from the props all the way down to the music, is so rich. I’m so excited to see how this story unravels. — Devil’s Plan [started: 04/23, ongoing] This is a bestie pick, a show my best friend chose to have us watch on our facetime calls. We are 1.5 eps in and it’s a grower. The first game is hella complex and we’re slowly picking up on what’s happening. The people on this show are incredibly intelligent, so I feel like I have to work extra hard to keep up. It does feel rewarding, I’m hooked.

Oppenheimer, Peacock [watched on 04/05] I am a self-proclaimed Nolan girlie, I’ll admit it. I do enjoy his work and the many ways he translates time into film. When I wrote this, it had been a few days since I watched it and I still think abt the little moments that blew me away. Moments like the accentuated dust particles, how the coloring of the movie can be an unreliable narrator, and the utilization of a crowded hall stomping their feet to create tension. The last eight minutes still haunts me. I find more value in the technical side of film, but I will give credit when credit is due: every award Cillian Murphy got this season was so well earned. He carried all three hours of that film with such powerful quietude. And lastly, my heart now belongs to Jennifer Lame. Upon seeing her accept the award for Best Film Editing for Oppenheimer, I have come to learn that she also edited Tenet. HER MIND!!! She has such a bright future ahead of her, to be up there with the minds of Thelma Schoonmaker and Anne V Coates. — Yellow Door: ’90s Lo-Fi Film Club [watched on 04/14] This film needs to be studied in film school. It’s incredibly meta in some ways, having renown directors be the subjects, talking about their passion for film. The production being so stylized and the editing feels very reminiscent of Our Beloved Summer, with the way the found footage and the aspect ratios are intertwined with current day quality shots. This film will hit everyone right in the millennial. A true surprise for me is discovering that Bong Joon Ho and I are more alike that I had originally thought. The way he speaks in casual conversation and his story of setting strict rules for their film collection had me hollering because SAME. The most jessi thing he recounted was how all the VHS tapes were labelled. Yellow Door is somehow the opposite of the "doesn’t take itself too seriously" mentality; it’s actually so great that they made the film like that. By fully immersing us with gorgeous cinematography, cheeky editing sequences, and lush music to tug at your heartstrings, it bewitches you into loving film as much as they did. And still do.

Cowboy Carter, Beyoncé [relisten] I’ve given this several good cycles to confirm my first impressions: it’s def one of her most cohesive albums to date and still stands as a spectacular album. This passion project of hers takes such great care and attention to the voices she amplifies. I can feel the hunger, the innate need for her to make this album. If you haven’t heard how this album came to be, I insist you take the time to educate yourselves. It makes the listening experience so much more empowering. Good for her… GOOD. FOR. HER!! Current favs: Ameriican Requiem, 16 Carriages, Bodyguard, Jolene, Spaghettii, Ya Ya, Desert Eagle, II Hands II Heaven, and Sweet/Honey/Buckin’. — Older, Lizzy McAlpine [first time listening] Coming off the heels of my Five Seconds Flat hyperfixation last year, I haphazardly went into Older hoping its a natural progression in production value. I was shocked that it turned out to be a completely different sound. I soon learned that she actually didn’t really like how Five Seconds Flat was produced because it didn’t feel true to her as an artist. Tbh I was feeling a little lost after the first listen but after digesting this new info, I went back into it and appreciated it a lot more. In fact, the third listen was when I realized that it gave off the same energy as Laufey. I’m excited to listen to it again soon. — Stick Season: Forever, Noah Kahan [first time listening] Having stumbled on all the collabs on Alexa earlier this year, Forever was the only new song for me from his latest release. I’m OBSESSED with this song!!!! The way his voice carries the entire weight of every hurt inside me and just takes it away. Something healed in me. I play it in the car every time I leave the house. I cry in the car every time I leave the house. — The Tortured Poets Department, Taylor Swift [first time listening, standard vinyl ed.] I am going to get this out of the way and say that this album is great. Just great. I understand more than ever why she felt the need to make this album. Having only listened to the standard version a couple times and the anthology twice through, I sit here in this kind of… discomfort. And I’m kind of okay with that feeling. But… it pains me that I can’t share this album with some people in my life and it’s largely due to how she depicts her struggles with people with mental illness/addiction. It’s one, if not the biggest, strike I have against this album and by extension, her. Songs cycling in my head: Down Bad, So Long London, Guilty as Sin?, Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?, loml, imgonnagetyouback, Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus, How Did It End?, I Look in People’s Windows, The Prophecy, Peter, and The Manuscript.

EXPO Chicago [attended 04/13] Yes, I am doxxing myself a bit if you didn’t already know. During college, I used to attend EXPO yearly and occasionally went back long after I finished school. I haven’t attended in a long time, so I made it my goal to attend this year. And I had a blast! My mother tagged along and she’s not one to attend shows like this or art museums in general. It was a beautiful day trip to the city and it was nice to have her company. She mostly trailed behind and took pics of me as I floated around the exhibition hall. I have 50+ artists I tracked on my phone to actively research in my spare time. I sat in on one of the panel talks (ON COLOR), discussing color theory in today’s bipoc landscape. I took so much away from that conversation, it was very charged. I'm kinda obsessed with Alteronce Gumby, I need to do an artist deepdive on his work. — Coachella [watched from 04/12 to 04/14] I work for a big tech company and one of the biggest events to be on standby for is Coachella. I had to be on call for Friday and was backup support for Sunday lineups. Thus, Saturday was the only day I could sit back and relax while watching. My first time lineups included: Hatsune Miku, Peso Pluma, Late Night Drive Home, Jon Batiste, Ateez, le Sserafim, Purple Disco Machine, Bleachers, No Doubt, 88rising Futures, and Latin Mafia. Of all of the performances, I want to take a full deep dive into Ateez and Peso Pluma’s discography in the near future.

[mattyalwayssmokesweed]

Headcanon that the only reason Hobie joined the Spider Society was bc he saw Gwen Stacy was part of it

[obstinatecondolement]

I feel like I used up my lifetime supply of winning arguments in a way that I found personally satisfying that one time I was talking someone who was confidently saying that Alice in Wonderland was written on opium, which was why "none of it made any sense", the day after I had read The Annotated Alice in full in one evening and was full to the brim with information about Victorian references that would have been familar to Carroll's readership and the mathematical concepts featured in the two Alice books.

I've never once been teed up like that before and I don't know that I ever will be again.