#bringing back a clasic

[chupenguin]

Bringing back my idea for hte 10nversrie:

Okay, so Pacific Rim is 10 years old in 2023 and I think we should get something for the tenversarie

And thinking about this action packed movie turned out to be life changing for the bitches and bros, and nonbinary hoes I think the best option is a MUSICAL

And since I know Gillermo is a kinda busy guy I'm doing the work for him:

ACT 1:

Dark stage, off voice that says the clasic "When I was a kid, whenever I'd feel small or lonely, I'd look up at the stars. Wondered if there was life up there. Turns out I was looking in the wrong direction" dialogue and BAM lights up music starts, clasic musical hiper long openening song that explains the situation for you

"Save the city" fron Hawkeye vibes u know?

And it ends with our dear brothers walking into scene, chatting and getting ready for the fight

Usual dialogue intermision before going back into singing, the end of the oppening song turns into the brothers song, Raleigh  would ding an alone version at some point

Fast forward, years passes and when we see the wall there's the usual short song like the Ice workers song in Frozen, it's just a minute or less long

Raleigh goes to the Shaterdom, and well, Welcome to the Shatterdome plays, characters get intruduced

We also get a song for Mako and Raleigh bo fight (the song instrumental will play in the background each time they have a moment) and it can get a sad reprise or Mako singing it to uncocious Raleigh in the end

The gay scientist get a duo duel song of course, same traetment as Mako and Raleight, it plays when they run to each other

We get a Don't chase the rabit song too, also short and more like an intermision

Act 1 finish after the first jeager test, Act 2 starts when we get the double kaiju attack

And u know who else gets a song? THE DOG!! I'm jocking

The black market dude, who is played by Hadestown Hades, VILLIAN SONG VILLIAN SONG

Stuff happens, they jump into the breach and the MOST EMOTIONAL SONG OF THE SHOW HAPPENS: a father-kids dueto

Mako-Pentecontes and the Hanses sing a duet (double duet) saying goodbye to each other, it makes u cry u want to turn off the show

And well, happy ending Mako swims to her copilot, wakes him up with their song (Rent vibes) and we get a sad reprise of the oppening song because Pacific Rim is about war is never good and you win but you also lose and there are no winners just survivors but then the chorus break with STOP THE WAR CLOCK and everything goes back to back

HAPPY 5 YEAR ANNIVERSARY PACIFIC RIM!!

[fuchsiasea]

harry and louis’ music taste? exquisite 

[yanderestevenuniverse]

What if the Yandere Animatronic Crystal Gems had a Nightguard S/O

Animatronic Steven

Animatronic Pearl

Animatronic Amethyst

Animatronic Bismuth

Animatronic Peridot

Animatronic Lapis

Animatronic Sadie Miller

can this be a headcanon?

This is my last fnaf inspired idea because i need to be more original.

I know Sadie isn't a Crystal Gem but i couldn't help but add her here

alrighty then

STEVEN:hes got to get to them banging on the door untill you shift is over he would be the scourge of his s/o shift banging on the door all night long beging for them to come out. only he can protect them. and when the power goes out he wastes no time grabbing and stuffing them into a suit so he can keep them in the back of some forgotten storage room and at night he brings the guest left overs for them to eat and holds them tight untill morning comes

PEARL: this would be... problamatic for pearl to say the least she would just like steven be standing outside the door try to guilt thme or manipulate you into coming out and if the power goes out just like steven she would grab them and stuff them in a suit to keep them safe 

amethyst: she would be the equvilent of foxy in this universe at first she wouldnt come out at first possibly too shy to come out but then on the following nghts wait untill they leave one of the doors open rush in and grab them drag them back to the stage and hold them tight for the rest of the night luckly as soon as moring they cant move were they want during the day allowing there s/o to escape

BISMUTH: thos doors are comeing down she would rips through them like tissue paper and would hug you untill morning just like amethyst

PERIDOT: she would stand outside looking at the cameras thining about them she would be too shy to acctually kidnap them but f the power goes out she would stand off in the dark staring at them taking in there every feature 

LAPIS: she would love to terrify her s/o ceeply watching her from the window in there offic staring directly into the camera banging on the door manicly telling them every tinny detail that shes going to inflict upon them talking about how she going to stuff her in a suit and activate the spring lock of course she wouldnt acctually do this she just wants to see her S/O squeal 

SADIE: we all know sadie is a clasical yandere she literaly forced lars to stay on an island with her too “help him”

[anne-white-star]

Band queen x ghost!reader a night at the opera

Notes : Reader is a ghost from the late 1890s she was found dead in her dressing room after a show where she sung a opera and played the piano, in the early 70s during the begining days of queen the band is practicing in the opera hall where there will be a show (they play songs from the album night at the opera) later that night and the reader is curious what that beautyfull sound is thats coming from the stage. Takes place at the royal opera house in london.

This might suck sorry guys but enjoy reading anyway

This isnt recorded its just for a story i hope you guys enjoy reading

Warnings : non

Words : 1347

(Gif isnt mine)

"So Freddie tell me why are we here?" Asked Brian as he caried his guitar

"Well you see our concert will be given here"

"But why at the royal opera house?" asked roger a little bit anoyed

"Because of our album a night at the opera, don't tell me you don't find it the right setting for it rog"

"I find it a good idea" John said while walking up to the door and opening it

"Tonight there will be an concert given here i always wanted to do something like this" (this is not recorded its just a story)

"Hello you guys must be queen" im Eric the owner of the building (I made that up)

"Hello Eric, yes you got that corect"

"So you will be preforming here tonight, thats something Difrent usaly we only have clasical music playing here" he said while walking them to the opera grandeur (hope i got that corect)

"Changes have to be made somethimes" said Freddie as he walked up on the stage "how many people can fit in here?"

"About 2.256"

"Alright Good to know that"

"You guys can park your van in the back and acses your instruments from there, any other Question?"

"No but if we do we let you know thank you"

"You're welcome and good luck"

"Alright let us get our stuff set up" Brian said as he walked trough the back door "

Once everything was set up And all the instruments were tuned they started to practice"

Roger picked up his drum sticks "Alright wich song first fred?"

"How about sweet lady?"

"Sure why not"

"Alright lets start"

🎶Ooh, I like it

You call me up and treat me like a dog

You call me up and tear me up inside

You've got me on a lead

You bring me down, you shout around

You don't believe that I'm alone

Ooh, you don't believe me

Sweet lady

Sweet lady

Sweet lady (sweet lady)

Ooh, stay sweet🎶

As the music played trough the opera hall unknown to them somone had heared them play,

at the top of the third row of seats sat a woman dressed in a late Victorian yellow dress with white gloves, she had long hair

The woman wore it losely with soft pink roses tucked in it, she also had a diamond necklace around her nek.

This woman had never heared anything like this, she also hasnt seen Anything like the instruments they are using.

Out of the cornor of Brian his eye he saw somone sit at the row of the balcony

"Hey excuse me you up there, the opera house isnt open for visitors yet"

The woman gasped out of shock that somone saw her, then all the lights started to flicker and And she vanished

"What the hell" Freddie said out of shock

"Did you see that?" John backed away

"Oh yeah i did"

"Wait i have the feeling i have seen her before" Brian placed his guitar on the guitar stand and walked behind the curtans, the others decided to follow, they all walked to the wall and there hung a plate

"the lady in the yellow dress also known as the opera singer y/n y/l/n, y/n was murdered at the royal opera house after one of her performance back in 1890, an unknown man had made his way backstage and killed her in her dressing room, the man was never found"

"Thats her.... wait does that mean?"

"I guese it does Fred"

"A ghost?!"

"Wel its logical this place hasnt been altered at all So all the energy is still stored here"

The boys turned around to the sound of Brian his guitar sounding, they went back to the stage and saw the ghostly figure of a woman toutching the strings of the guitar

"Excuse me" freddie took a step forward

The woman gasps

"Don't worry we arn't going to Harm you we just want to talk"

"Who are you? "

"Im Freddie Mercury and these are my friends john deacon , Brian may and roger taylor

The girl let her guard down "hello my name is y/n" she gave a small bow

"So its true you still haunt this place after all these years"

"Yes unfortanetly i can't leave, my murder hasnt been solved so i cant go on but its not as boring here as you think"

"Have you ever seen instruments like this y/n?" Asked Brian as he picked up his guitar

"No never but it sounds very magical"

"You might have heared of an guitar, this is an electric guitar it uses electrisety to be played"

"Oh i would love to hear some more of your electric guitar"

"Of course" Brian started to play a sweet melody

Y/n claped " that sounded wonderfull, what about the other instruments?"

"John playes the bass it also needs electrisety, and roger playes the drums"

"What about mr Mercury?"

"Oh darling im the most important one of all im the front man of the band i sing the songs"

"You have a wonderfull voice mr Mercury"

"Why thank you dear, tell me when you were alive you played the piano right? "

"Oh yes i did it was my life i started at a young age"

"Could you play something?"

"Of course what do you have in mind?" She sat down at the piano

"What about beethoven moonlight sonata?"

"Oh yes of course i can do that one" y/n started to play the soft tunes of the piano rang out trough the theater, once the was done the boys clapped

"That was absolutly beautyfull"

"Thank you mr may, i was wondering if i can here some more of your wonderfull music" y/n stood up And walked to a chair that stood in the cornor

"Sure why not what you say boys?"

"Lets do it, wich one?" Asked roger

John put the strap of bass around his shoulder "What about bohemian rhapsody?"

"Lets do it" said Freddie as he dat down at the piano

🎶Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landside,

No escape from reality🎶

*qeu piano music*

🎶Open your eyes,

Look up to the skies and see,

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,

Because I'm easy come, easy go,

Little high, little low,

Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to

Me, to me🎶

When the song was over y/n stood up And claped "apsolutly phenominal Its so beautyfull"

"Why thank you darling"

"I will be watching the show tonight from up there" she pointed to a place up on the third balcony"

"Oh thanks dear see you tonight"

"Thill tonight" she smiled and waved while waking trough the wall

That same night a lot of people came to the concert the theater was filled to the brim all seats were filled,, y/n sat down in her Seat and some people din't see her, Freddie stood on the stage and waved at her so she waved back

"Good evening lovelys how are you all doing!!!" People screamed and cheered "good good, lets get straight to the music my dears, first up death on two legs" people once again cheered, Freddie sat down at the piano and started to play

The evening was filled with lots of cheers beautyfull music and happy people. At the end of the evening people their spirits had been lifted

"Thank you all for comming my darlings thill next time" he bowed and so did the others, they went back stage where y/n was waiting

"You guys did absolutly amazing"

"Thank you y/n"

"Im a bit sad that i will never see you guys again"

"We can come by once a year to visit let you hear our new songs"

"That would be absolutly wonderfull"

"Really? Oh that would be great" she smiled softly

"We have to start packing now"

"Alright im going to roam again, take good care of you're self guys"

"We will"

Y/n waved them goodbye and everyone went on their way

The end

I hope you all enjoyed reading sorry if it doesn't make any sense i tried my best have a Nice day everyone.

[waddei]

IT LOOKS KINDA AWESOME TOOO I Knew they remade urusei yatsura but thats older than ranma.. and ranma was really good already.. if theyre slowly bringing back the rumiko clasics then... no surely inuyasha is too new right?

THEYRE REMAKING RANMA 1/2 UHHHHHHH??????

[wisconsin2002]

Thought I'd bring back the clasic.

[pervy-king-taijitu]

Due to Ozpin's magic Oscar's dick grew to be nearly a foot long. So he decieds he needs to test this huge cock with Jaune due to him once metioning his cock being 7 inches which Oscar can now match soft. So the farmboy makes the clasic offer biggest cock tops!

"Jaune. Hey, Jaune. Psst. Wake up." Oscar whispered as he shook the sleeping blonde boy.

Jaune mumbled something and tossed a bit in his bed. He turned on his side to face whoever was trying to wake him up. "What is it?" he yawned.

"Let's have sex." Oscar blurted out.

"What?" Jaune asked, unsure if he heard the younger boy.

"I heard you bragging that you're pretty big. I want to see if that's true." Oscar admitted. He was glad that his red face was somewhat hidden in the darkened room.

Jaune sat up and looked over the boy. His half-asleep mind was suddenly starting to think about getting laid. He rubbed his growing length through his pants. "Well, I guess I am." he smiled. "And it's hard to turn down an offer like this," he added.

"Great!" Oscar brightly grinned. He quickly moved to sit on Jaune's lap. He positioned Jaune's hard cock between his buttcheeks. Then Oscar started to kiss Jaune's neck. "Just one thing."

"What is it?" Jaune asked as he squeezed Oscar's ass. His fully erect length was now straining to be set free from his pants.

"If I'm bigger than you, I get to be the top." Oscar gave Jaune a devious smirk.

Jaune paused and then laughed a little. He was pretty confident in his size. "Sure."

Oscar jumped off of Jaune to turn on one of the lights. He wanted to make sure Jaune could see this. Oscar went back over to in front of Jaune and pulled his shorts down. Jaune's eyes grew wide as he saw the size of Oscar's still hardening cock. It was easily a few inches bigger than his own.

"What? But... How?" the blonde asked.

"Magic," Oscar smirked. He climbed back on top of Jaune's lap and resumed kissing him. Jaune was still trying to process the fact that the farm boy was bigger than him, but as he felt Oscar running his hands up his chest, his focus was soon elsewhere.

Jaune leaned back onto the bed, taking Oscar down with him. He moved his head back to pull the younger boy's shirt off. Oscar smiled and started to kiss Jaune's neck again. As his hands trailed around the blonde boy's chest, Jaune groped Oscar's ass.

The farm boy lifted Jaune's shirt and trailed kisses down to his waist. Oscar pulled on Jaune's pants, finally freeing the blonde's cock. He would admit that Jaune's size was impressive. However, even hard, Jaune couldn't measure up to Oscar. The younger boy moved back up, so his shaft was in front of Jaune's face. The blonde hesitated for a moment but couldn't bring himself to resist giving the cock a tentative lick. Thinking about it, he realized that he didn't mind doing so and started to lick more of Oscar's shaft. Oscar moaned and grabbed Jaune's head. He began to push his cock into the blonde's mouth. He went slowly so Jaune could get used to the size and so he could enjoy more of Jaune's tongue's movements.

Jaune found himself wanting to taste more of the young boy's cock. He doubled his efforts with his tongue, and whatever he couldn't fit into his mouth, he started to stroke with his hands. Oscar groaned in pleasure some more. He began to thrust in and out of Jaune's mouth. The blonde gagged a bit as more of the dick went down his throat, but Jaune fought against the feeling. Soon he found himself enjoying getting throat fucked by the farm boy.

"Ah, Jaune..." Oscar moaned. "Getting close," he warned him. He planned to pull out, but Jaune put his hands on Oscar's hips to hold him in place. The younger boy wasn't going to complain about getting to cum down Jaune's throat. He let out a loud groan as he finished cumming.

Jaune gulped and swallowed as much as he could, but some of the considerable load still spilled out the side of his mouth. "That was... Better than... I thought it would be..." Jaune admitted while he panted.

"Glad you liked it. But the deal was I would get to be on top. That was just the warm-up." Oscar smirked. He moved, so he was between Jaune's legs.

The older boy watched him with anticipation. He moaned as Oscar started to slowly push his massive cock into his ass. Once the farm boy had fully entered him, they both laid still. Jaune was getting used to the size, and Oscar was trying not to hurt him. Finally, Jaune nodded to the younger boy to signal that he wanted him to move. Jaune began to constantly moan as Oscar pushed in and out of him repeatedly.

Oscar took one hand off of Jaune's hips to start stroking his dick in time with his thrusts. This caused Jaune to arch his back. He gripped the bedsheets as he neared his limit. Soon he moaned out Oscar's name as he came. Feeling Jaune cum and seeing his chest covered in his cum drove Oscar to quicken his pace.

Jaune was losing his mind. He had never felt this good when he was the top with his previous partners. He began to think being a bottom for Oscar was the more pleasurable choice. "Oscar, I'm close again." he moaned and tilted his head back.

"Me too." Oscar nodded. He grinned as he felt Jaune wrap his legs around him. Jaune let out a loud groan once more, cumming again. Oscar couldn't hold back any longer. With a few more powerful thrusts, Oscar was soon cumming deep inside Jaune's ass.

The two of them settled down, with Oscar lying on top of Jaune. They had almost fallen asleep when they heard shouting.

"Ha! You two already done!?" Nora shouted and pounded on the wall between the rooms. "After hearing all that, I'm going to be riding Ren all night long!"

[maybe-its-micheal]

George is laying in silence, his blank eyes hiding behind his clasic white glasses. Though they look they fail to see the dark night sky, and his ears are deaf to the patter of rain all around him. He can feel that his clothes are caked in fresh mud, but he doesn't get up off the ground. He lays there, glossy eyes staring at nothing and expression unreadable. He is motionless.

Footsteps approach him, but he ignores them. If his mind weren't already full he may wonder whether the creature creating the racket were a zombie or a creeper, but he let's the thought hang there, refusing to explore it. As they draw closer, however, they become clearer, and the distinct clang of netherite boots tell him its something far worse than the monsters that crawl through the SMP at night.

"Hello Dream," he says in a low, tired voice. God, he felt so nauseous.

"George! There you are, I've been looking for like an hour. What are you doing out here?"

He doesn't respond right away; he can't bring himself to say it. Not yet. And so when he does speak his words are false and dismissive, and he forgets them as soon as they leave his tongue.

"Oh, ok. Well you shouldn't be out this late with no armor. Do you want my chest plate?"

"No."

Dream could sense a problem, but wasn't sure he wanted to address it- it'd been a long day. He couldn't do it properly so late at night, anyway, he reasoned. "What, are you gonna join L'manburg next?" He asked with a small laugh, hoping if he distracted George with humor everything would be fine. "Here, I can give you some sticks to run around with while you're waiting for your drugs to finish cooking."

George's face was still, and his lips were silent. Dream waited for a response- a laugh, anything- but it never came. The only movement was the subtle rise and fall of his chest between breaths.

"Look George-" he said, sounding exasperated but quickly fixing his tone. "Just tell me whats wrong."

George's lips curled slightly as he sat up. Tell you what's wrong? How can you be serious? Look around. He took a deep breath to still his thoughts and turned his eyes to Dream. "Forget it. How was the wedding?"

"Oh, is that what this is about?" Dream asked tenderly, kneeling down to sit next to him. "Fundy means nothing to me, I still love you. It's just that if L'manburg-"

"L'manburg! L'manburg! L'manburg!" George snapped. "It's all politics now. Tommy this, Tubbo that, your stupid obsidian walls. I'm sick of... I'm..." Just as quickly as it took over the passion left, and he was weak and tired again. His shoulders slumped and he looked away. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't yell." His muscles were sore, and his head was pounding.

Dream frowned, and then offered a sad smile as he placed a warm hand to George's cheek. "Its ok, George. Its been stressful lately, I feel it too."

His throat closed up, his lungs felt empty, and his head was hot with fever.

"But with Tommy gone we'll have nothing to worry about soon. Things will be like they used to, I promise."

George felt so sick he could die. Disgust contorted his face, and he pulled away from Dream's hand. "You..." he forced out, hardly able to speak. "You don't get it."

Dream got closer to him, putting his hand back in place. "Then tell me. I want to listen to you, I love you."

George accepted his touch this time, or maybe he just didn't have the energy to pull away again. He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate, as if that would make his hands stop shaking. "I just-"

George took in a steadying breath. "I'm fine. Its just been a long day." His head felt as if it were full of cotton, and he couldn't seem to keep himself balanced properly. "I just want to go to bed." I just can't be around you right now, you're making it worse.

"Of course!" Dream said, standing up. He took George's hand and helped him to his feet. Before they turned to walk back Dream kissed George's lips- gently and quick.

George pulled away, and freed his hand from the other man's grasp. He felt as if a massive magnet were pulling him back to the ground, and the edges of his vision had gone black. Dream had already started walking, but turned around to face him. "Are you ok?" He asked, but the words were so far away. George felt disgusting- he looked down at his muddy clothes, and felt his rain-soaked hair sticking to his glasses. The filth clinging to his body was nothing, though. Not compared to what was inside. He felt vile- he was repulsive. He was a monster.

Dream walked back over to him, calling his name. He put his hands on his shoulders, afraid he may fall over. "George, look at me." He placed a careful hand under the other man's chin, tilting it up. "I'm going to take you to lie down, and I'll get you some healing pots. Youre going to be ok." And then with concern in his heart he moved to pick George up, ready to cary him all the way back.

"No..." George used his remaining strength to fight back, as his emotions swirled around inside him like a storm. "No! You look at me!" He shouted. "Look what you turned me into! Tommy got exiled because of my house, I ruined the L'mantree, you just-" his voice broke. He took off his glasses and looked Dream in the eyes. "You just kissed me. And you got married today. You're- you're a monster. And so am I..."

Dream took a step back. M... monster? He could see how hurt George was; and as he realized that the pain was all his fault he knew it was true.

"No..." he said more to himself than to George. He didnt want to be responsible for all this pain- he didnt want to have blood on his hands, but no matter how hard he tried he knew it would never wash out. "I didn't mean... I never wanted this to happen! I dont want to hurt you, I love you!"

"Stop! Stop saying that! You don't, you- look what you've done! You've made life a living Hell for everyone on this server, and- and then you come and stand next to me. You've made me your accomplice. Im just as responsible, I-"

Their eyes met. George started to sob. "I can't... I can't keep living like this. You tell me you love me, we kiss, and laugh, but... we're monsters. You take, and kill, and... and I let it all happen. Is this what you wanted? To make me a monster?"

"I only want... to be with you. To love you, George."

"Dont lie to me. You ruined me. Im just as broken as everything else you touch... you hate this server and everyone on it. How else could you do this to us?"

Dream was silent, guilt tearing him apart from the inside. How could he let this happen? No... how could he make this happen?

"Say it. Say that you hate me."

And though he couldn't get his lips to move, his throat to open, or his voice to come he knew it had to be true. To hurt him so bad... he knew he must hate him.

[sideblog-666-thousand]

Samoth and Tyr (ex-Borknagar) Interview, 1999. Ft. Samoth being a massive cunt. Part Two.

Here’s the sequel to «Samoth and Tyr (ex-Borknagar) Interview, 1999. Ft. Samoth being a massive cunt. Part One».

I like to start these usually with some background information on the source, but any background information I could possibly offer was already inserted into the first part, you know? It doesn’t feel right to just copy-paste, or transcribe, something of someone else’s and post it online, even though I do it for free, and mostly for myself*. I still want to do something kind of creative with it. The proposed drinking game was probably about as creative as I could get with this though...

Okay, so! I actually saw Emperor live. I got to see them front row, in fact. It was a really good show— I’d love to see them play again.

Any possible commentary is in (parenthesis) and bold. Asterisks below and optional.

Without further ado:

I: Can you tell us anything concerning Thou Shalt Suffer? [Death metal band Thou Shalt Suffer can be seen as the predecessor to Emperor, having both Samoth (Samot) and Ishahn (Ygg) in its line-up. After the band split up, Ihsahn kept the name for his clasically inspired synthesizer project]

S: Yeah, well Ihsahn is still working on it and I mean it seems like an endless project. I don't know when he's actually going to finish it. He's been saying every year, like: "This year I'm going to finish it.", but it's still not finished. I have already heard a little bit, but he's always like, skipping material and making new songs, I really don't.... I'm just gonna check out the album when it's coming out, if ever*...

I: What about the former members, like Ildjarn? Is he still working on his own project, Ildjarn?

S: Well Ildjarn is... I see him now and then. He has a new band - it's a keyboard kind of thing - more atmospheric music, but I don't see him that much. He's a pretty weird guy. And our old drummer [Thorbjørn - ed] is actually our sound engineer for our latest album.

I: For a while you were in many different bands, for a short while - will you do that sort of thing again? Did you leave Emperor to join Burzum in '92?

S: I don't have the time anymore. At that point we had no drummer with Emperor and everything went really slow. So I just had to play something and I joined Satyricon and I played with Gorgoroth and stuff like that. It was just because things was going really slow with my main band. I've never left Emperor. All I did with Burzum was being in the studio for a few hours to do the bass and do drums.

I: About Arcturus - what do you think about their musical development? [Samoth used to play guitars in Arcturus a well. He recorded the legendary "Constellation" demo with this band, which was originally issued in 500 copies on MCD through NAP - later there was also issued a vinyl edition with three bonus tracks, namely the "My Angel" 7-inch and a re-recorded version of "Morax" - Samoth does not appear on these bonus-tracks]

S: I think it's excellent, especially... they made a remix album now a well of the previous album. there's a lot of weird beats and drum and bass samples on it. It's coming out in April, on Garm's label Jester, the same as Ulver.

I: I had heard that they had split up - is that correct?

S: Yeah, I think so, but I think they have been discussing about doing a new album, I mean, I don't know.. these guys are a bit slow...

I: In the "Reverence" video there is a line, "Honour commanded no longer as virtue*", it's part of the lyrics, but it's shown in words on the screen. Why? It seems like an unobvious statement for Emperor. You used to state that honour was really important.

S: It is important to have honour in what you do and it's important to honour and respect the people you ...respect.

I: Then it would be a virtue, wouldn't it?

S: Well... what was the line again? But it is Ihsahn's lyrics, so it would be better for him to explain it in a bigger complex, but I think it has to do with people not putting pride and honour in what they do anymore. People just don't care about nothing.

I: OK...In some earlier interviews you've shown a strong anti-christian attitude...

S: I still have an anti-christian attitude, but it's not something I think that much about these days, anymore. I don't really bother that much about Christians, they're not a big problem for me in my personal life. But to me it's just as normal as eating breakfast to be anti-christian, so I am*.

I: There have been times that you had more radical views, for example what did you want to achieve with the church burnings?

S: Well, I didn't want to achieve anything really. It was just like an extreme statement, I would think. I didn't think it would make any difference in society. It was a destructive act, both for me and everybody else in a way. Probably more for myself...

I: How did the jail sentence influence you as a person and as a musician?

S: Well, I had a lot of time to be for myself for once... But I think of the whole thing as a good experience. I think actually for a lot of people it could do good to be in prison for a while. It kind of puts your life into the good perspective and it's kind of interesting to see life from a different perspective. To be in prison it was totally meaningless - that's the whole point of being in prison: to take away the joy of life and lock you in for a time.

T: You made the instrumental (below) in prison.

S: Yeah, "The Wanderer" from "Anthems...", that was made in prison. And that's completely different from what I usually write.

I: You had a guitar in prison?

S: Yeah, sure.

I: I thought they weren't allowed, because you could hang yourself...

S: No, it was not that extreme...

I: So we might expect more Dissection material as well - as Jon Nödveidt is allowed to have a guitar in prison. What do you think about this whole case?

S: I think it was really stupid actually, because Dissection really had something going. They even had the studio booked and the material finished... and he just had to do this...

I: Do you feel any remorse about the churches and stuff?

S: No.

I: Do you feel any remorse at all about things you do in life?

S: I mean, I do have feelings of course, but I don't see any point to regret the things I did. I'd rather see it as an experience and learn from an experience rather than "Oh, why did I do that - if I would have done differently..." there's no point. (In other words: no.)

I: It's not some code of honour not to feel remorse?

S: No. It's just a waste of time to feel remorse. I see no point in it to regret the things I've done. I mean you just bring yourself down by feeling too much remorse. What happens, happens - you can't change the past, so.

I: In an interview you made this statement that "you have to be a ruler and think for yourself" and in an interview with your wife Nebelhexe*, she made this statement that the Count had had this big influence on you and that he had got you involved in the church burnings - how do these statements match?

S: Back in '91 and '92 all the people in the so called Black Metal Circle or whatever, were pretty young, so we all were pretty easily influenced. And Vikernes was also very influenced by Euronymous, in the first place. So I think a lot of the stuff that happened back then.. it was like: everybody had extreme ideas and everybody just wanted to be more and more extreme and we all got influenced by each other. And of course Vikernes, he has a very strong personality and he was the one who started with all the extremes, like actually going out and doing it in practice, so I guess he was influential to a lot of peolpe.

I: Was it an important reason to join Burzum - because you were looking up to him?

S: Well I mean, I respected Burzum and I saw this like an honour to join something I respected, but it was not: Wow, I'm playing with Varg Vikernes or something.

I: Are you still in touch with Mortiis? His departure from Emperor wasn't completely 'as friends'...

S: Yeah, he's been living in Sweden for many years, actually. I don't see him often, but his parents are just living a few blocks away. We phone now and then, and the whole is coming along just fine. Concerning his departure, he had a bit of an attitude back the, I guess. And he and Faust also didn't get along that well so it was best thet he would leave and for a while it was maybe a bit touchy, but now it's completely good.

I: What about your future plans?

S: Well the most immediate future plans is to finish this tour and we have a gig in Norway in May and hopefully we're going to do some more Scandinavian shows in Sweden and Finland...We have an offer for the Dynamo-festival in Holland as well, but I mean so far... I would like to - I wanna play a lot more live, but I mean, not everybody in the band is too keen on playing live, so we have to make comprimises. So we are probably going to do an American tour in the summer for three weeks with Dimmu Borgir - that should be a good experience I think. We' re starting to do pretty well in America as well now.

I: Comparing your first gig in Holland in 'de Baroeg' in Rotterdam and the one tonight, I think you have really improved a lot. What do you think yourself?

S: Well that's good to hear. We can still improve a lot I think. I mean when I watch these guys of Morbid Angel, I go: 'Wow, these guys are really good.' I just hope we get the opportunity to play more live and I don't know, improve our live act.

I: Goals for the future?

S: That's difficult. With Emperor we usually make the material for one album and we don't think too much ahead. The latest album has been doing well like all albums and better than expected. In the beginning I guess and we try to support the album by playing live and get more professional. So for the new album we have no new material, really nothing... and Ihsahn is also pretty busy with Peccatum and Thou Shalt Suffer. Peccatum will start working on their 2nd album when the tour is finished.

I: What do you think of Peccatum?

S: I think it's a good album, but I mean it's not an album I wanna play myself on. I think it could have been a lot better with a much stronger production. The production is weak.

T: I think it's... the drum copmuter, I prefer the live drummer feel.

S: Limbonic Art is a band in which I like the use of a drum computer. They do it in a special way. They don't pretend, like... they don't to try to get it to sound like a real drums, they just use the opportunities they have with a drum machine.

T: ...[about Peccatum again] but I still like their live performances. The theatrical style...

S: Yeah, I think Peccatum is actually better live than on CD*.

T: Better singing... more powerful.

I: They have this session guitarist. Didn't Ihsahn consider you to play the guitar for Peccatum?

S: No.

I: You wouldn't want to do it?

S: Well, I'm not sure if I could do it. I mean some of the stuff is pretty like... technical. I am not adepted to all this technical stuff. I think Peccatum is more technical than Emperor actually.

I: There have been a number of books coming out lately about the years 92-93, like for example "The Lords of Chaos" - is there basically any truth in these books?

S: Well I mean, "The Lords of Chaos" there is some truth in it of course, but I think that book emphasizes a lot on right-wing side of the whole thing - there is a lot of Varg Vikernes in there and also the author [Michael Monian], he is very interested in the political thing. I think he made the black metal thing look much more political then it ever was. Yeah, I can understand that to the outside world, it nearly sounds like mythology, of course - for a young teenager who gets this book it's like: "Wow, this is amazing..", but to me it's like no big deal. I don't think that much about it. People expect me to wake up in the morning and think about this stuff all the time, but I mean it happened many, many years ago...

I: But you wouldn't want the whole scene to turn back again to like it was back then?

S: No, I mean the whole scene has changed and I think people think more individually these days and just do what they feel like and are more honest about themselves and I think that's a good progression. I think it's a bit stupid to think that, "now we are grown up and are descent guys" - that'd seem silly in a way, but I mean back then we were very young and it was kind of obvious that we would have to change. You don't stay eighteen forever. But I am totally respectful to Darkthrone who still represent the essence of true Norwegian black metal, I guess.

I: What is Darkthrone doing these days then? Isn't Fenriz to busy with his other activities - I heard his deejay-ing in some club?

S: I think they actually are getting back together and doing an album this spring. They even have booked a studio and anything. It's true, he's deejay-ing, but he's changing all the time so all of a sudden is like: "OK, we're doing a Darkthrone album now and that's what I do."

I: What is it with all the cover albums you're participating on? Is it just good fun?

S: Well, we get so many offers. So we say like: OK. We have plenty more offers as well, so we just thought like.. when we were in the studio for the new album we recorded a Mayhem one, we did the Thorns vs Emperor, we did a Darkthrone one, so when we are in the studio it's no big deal to just do a cover as well.

I: I also heard you tried out the new studio by recording over tracks. Was the Hellhammer track the first to be recorded there?

S: Yeah it was kind of like that in a way to check out the studio and make sure it was good enough. No, the Hellhammer song wasn't recorded there. It was recorded in our old rehearsing room, just on a four track recorder. We just did that on an evening, we didn't even have a drummer at the time - we just had a guy from Gehenna [Dirge Rep, ed], coming down for a weekend and we said, OK let's do a cover, now and we just did it and they put it out.

I: What do you think of the fact that bands from Italy and France are using Norwegian lyrics?

S: Well. I think it's pretty comical.

I: Do they make sense?

S: Well most of the time they don't make sense. A lot of these countries have quite interesting mythology themselves, so why not use those?

I: Any small bands you could recommend us?

S: There is one called the Myrkskog - they've just signed to Candlelight now actually and they are a pretty good band. [Their guitarist was playing live as a session member with Peccatum, ed]

I: Is there anything you would like to add before closing off?

S: Not really... these carrots are good, that's my final comment! (God, this is so cute but I don’t know why)

T: Not really, no - Just that I love to be on tour and stuff like that... Before I joined with Emperor I had just played out for five times, or something...

  That’s all! :)

*I do it because I’ve noticed how many great interviews I’ve lost over the years, due to websites being taken down, or something. Whilst some interviews have been re-shared over numerous platforms and accounts, I like to have my own copy because I know nothing will happen to it. The reason I share it is because I might as well, since I have nothing better to do.

*The mythical ‘Thou Shalt Suffer’ album was released— a year later, in fact. Ihsahn had been talking about it in interviews all the way back in ‘96 too. It’s called ‘Somnium’. It’s not my thing, to be honest. However, I think it’s nice that Samoth let Ihsahn keep the name. ‘Into The Woods of Belial’ was cool though.

*This is such a ridiculous question. It’s very obvious what Ihsahn meant and I feel as though Samoth must’ve been distracted if he was unable to answer it. It’s the latter half of the lyrics that stands to be questioned. 3:17 for lyric, though you’ve likely heard it before: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=4FYwz2-_G_4

*I have this strange mental image of Samoth just casually eating cereal with milk that he dyed red with food colouring......

*Funny enough, they divorced a little after this interview too— around the next two years or so, I don’t know exactly when. Samoth later goes on to marry his girlfriend, who was a photographer whilst he was touring with Zyklon back in 2001. In an interview (which no longer exists, unfortunately) Nebelhexe goes on to make a few comments that make it sound like a certain somebody may have had his fingers in a few too many pots....

*The thing about some bands sounding better live than on CD is really true! I once saw this band, ‘Havok’, live (I was at a metal music festival) and I thought they were incredible, but when I listened to their studio releases, I thought it was very weak and boring.

Legal disclaimer: I am not, in anyway shape or form, claiming that Samoth literally cheated on his wife. What I am, however, saying, is that it’s very sus from my very narrow field of vision. This is just a bit of comedy. However, if you are Samoth, or a representative of Samoth, feel to sue me regardless. Please, daddy, it’s all I’ve ever wanted since I was fifteen. I’ll do anything, daddy, ruin my fucking life— take a chainsaw and literally RIP MY FUCKING GUTS— okay, I’ll stop now before anybody thinks I’m being serious.

[gingerteaonthetardis]

Ive recently started following so not sure if you've done this before or not. But you last prompt has me wanting rose meeting clasic who doctors when she knows fully well who she keeps running into but the doctor has no clue who she is. Tho to maintain timelines she tries her best to keep her name and all info she knows on the down low

nonny!! i am so sorry this took so long. goodness knows you may never see this, because it’s been (let me check my watch) approximately five million years. but i did get something finished, in the end, and i hope you see it! (and enjoy it? maybe?)

as usual, please forgive any mistakes. i am a very bad editor.

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𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝔾𝕠

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The worst part—aside from the secrecy, and the endless brushes with danger, and the burden of the gun at her back, and the fear that she will someday jump too far—is that sometimes…

He's just a complete arsehole.

-

"No, I insist that you tell me," the Doctor says rather pompously. "I've let this go on long enough and I won't allow it to go any further, you shiftless vagabond. You must tell me who you are if you intend to seek refuge on my ship."

With her back to the door, she can feel the vibration of pulse weapons firing on the wooden shell of the TARDIS. It rattles her ribcage, making her heart beat faster. "I told you! I'm a time traveler," she cries, "just like you!" 

Even after all these months, that's all the backstory she's managed to work out, short of lying entirely—something she's not at all comfortable with. (Not with him, at least.)

But the Doctor is unimpressed by her story. With a tight frown, he strides around the console, his coattails fanning out behind him in a technicolor blur, headed for a button that will—she guesses—unlock the ship's doors and send her tumbling out into space.

"If you do that," she shouts, "we'll both die! And you may not understand it now, but we'll take two universes down with us!" That catches his attention, and if she weren't so afraid—and angry, damn him—she'd laugh. "Possibly more," she adds, because it's the truth.

It's not an unintentional slip so much as a judicious offering: Understand the stakes, Doctor. Understand why I'm here without me saying.

He cocks his curly head, brows heavily furrowed in a familiar way. Considering. Calculating. She decides immediately that this incarnation is dangerous in a way that the others haven't been. Not strictly unkind—but unyielding. Stubborn.

"You're just trying to save your own life."

At that, Rose does laugh, a sound both brutal and brittle. "Oh, yes. That's why I launch myself through time and space, over and over—without a ship—without coordinates—with only myself and my gun." The Doctor sneers at the reminder of the weapon strapped to her back, like a cat threatened with a pail of water. "Because I value my own life so highly."

Glaring, the Doctor fires back. "If you didn't value it, you wouldn't bring the gun."

She remembers, suddenly, that she hasn't saved him with it yet. That's not happened for him. And she feels herself tremblingly split—between the threat of laughter and the threat of tears. She can't explain that she's saved him from annihilation with this very weapon. 

That she carries it with her everywhere—sleeps with it by her bedside—because of him.

-

The first time she meets him out of sequence, the world is burning. Or, at least, it feels that way. The surface of the planet she's landed on is pock-marked by bullets, riddled with brutal craters. She has to pick her way through the rubble to even see him—and at first, she can't tell. If it’s him, or if it’s anyone else who has been through too much, who has lost people, and who carries the same haunted look in his eyes that the Doctor always did.

But, of course, it’s him.

There is a crackle of static coming from some sort of handheld transceiver—it sounds like a distress call—and she can make out one word. Just one. “Doctor!”

“You gonna get that?” she asks, not giving herself time to think better of it. His eyes have been so pinned to the burning horizon that it’s clear he hasn’t noticed her, and when he does, he shows no startlement. His eyes slide her way—a pale, piercing blue. They remind her of someone. (They remind her of him.)

“No,” he says flatly.

“Why not?” She steps closer, makes to sit beside him. They’re at the very edge of a sheer rock face, looking down over a valley that eventually turns into a golden, shining city under the fierce red sky. It’s beautiful, in a grim, despairing sort of way. Expansive. She imagines it might be his home world.

“Because it’ll be the end of me.”

Rose’s flinch is instinctual. Somehow, she hopes this isn’t true, but she can’t be sure. It’s not as if she can ask him which body he’s on. Surely, she thinks desperately, he’d know me if this was after. If this was the end.

And if his world is still in existence...

This must be before.

Which is a unique sort of torture; she can’t tell him anything that will damage the future. She’s not even sure she can provide him the comfort he so clearly needs.

Her eyes slide over him—over the unkempt, harshly-shorn curls and the battered jacket. He looks as if he’s come a very long way. The only thing she can think to say is a useless platitude, but she says it anyway. “You know, every end is just a new beginning. For Time Lords, at least,” she adds, smiling faintly.

The Doctor finally looks at her, eyes sharp and inquisitive. She can see that he’s trying to work her out—to decide who or what she is. She can’t let him.

Rose reaches over and takes his hand in hers. “I know you hate endings. This will be the worst one, I think,” she admits. “But it’ll get better, after. You won’t be alone.” It’s a promise, she thinks. A vow. She’s always making those, when it comes to him. Commitments.

He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something—

But he doesn’t get the chance.

There is a sound like something unzipping, only sharp and popping in her ears like a gunshot. Rose is on her feet in an instant; her Torchwood training kicks in automatically, so quickly that she’d be horrified if she wasn’t entirely focused on the source of the noise: a Dalek.

The metal exterior—the round, golden globes and the rigid panels—reflect the violent light. At the end of the eyestalk, there is a familiar blue glow, changing in time with the Dalek’s enunciations: “EX-TER-MI-NA—”

Rose fires faster than she’s ever done before, in all of her training sessions at the rifle range. Faster than she’s ever done anything, probably in the whole of her life. Sliding the gun off her back—bracing it against her midsection—pulling the trigger. It’s the work of a moment. And she doesn’t miss. The top blows off the giant pepper pot, leaving behind a steaming heap of molten metal and colorful sparks.

When she turns to the Doctor, she sees that he is unarmed—hands up, as always, in a signal of surrender. He doesn’t seem surprised to see it, exactly. Though his expression is one of resignation, his eyes go wide when he sees what she’s done. They turn on her, sparkling blue and bright. 

Another day, she might preen under his attention, but she already knows there’s no time. “This isn’t the end,” she says, unshakeable in her belief.

Rose wonders if she should give him her gun; it’s clear that he needs it more than she does.

She’s actually on the point of sliding the strap over her shoulder when she feels the tug behind her navel. It’s a familiar, sickening sensation, and she doesn’t have time to brace for it—to say goodbye, to wish him luck, to tell him everything she wants to say.

She is already gone.

-

After that, it gets easier to work out which of him is from before her and which of him seem to be coming after. The oldest of him—the man with slicked white hair and a firm frown set upon his face—appears to her a number of times, always on the periphery. She doesn’t speak to him much: only ever a few words in passing. There’s a man who seems nearly as old, only his hair is curled and his accent is rolling, and he always seems to be in a hurry.

But there are versions of him with light in his eyes, and those are the ones she tries to hang on to. The ones that came before the sad man, sitting at the edge of the world.

The man with question marks all over his lapels bumps into her outside a bar and tells her a joke, and she wants so badly to tell him everything. Instead, they save a city together without so much as drawing a weapon. When his companion—a wicked, clever teenager with a patch-covered jacket—asks her to come along, “just for a trip or two,” it takes everything Rose has to refuse.

“You can show me how to use that gun,” the girl says, rather impishly.

“Sorry, I can’t,” she says, and she really means it. “I’ve got a schedule to keep.”

And miles to go before she sleeps.

-

“God, you really are an arsehole!” she shouts. He’s standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the console like he’s got all the time in the world—only she knows he hasn’t got all the time in the world, and that the planet they’re on will be vaporized if they don’t get moving. “So stubborn. Even after all these years, you refuse to listen to me, even when I know something you don’t.”

“If you know something,” he drawls, “perhaps you could just tell me.” There’s a petulant pout about his chin and the edges of his mouth, as if he hadn’t expected her to hold up this long under his scrutiny. She takes a bit of pleasure in that, at least.

“I’m not exactly willing to risk the multiverse to satisfy your curiosity, Doctor.”

“Ah. Pity.”

She’s beginning to think that he likes making her mental.

The smug look on his face takes her back—a matter of months, or years at this point, she can’t tell either way—to a different Doctor. A different face making that same expression. 

If she closes her eyes, she can see the self-satisfied half-smile blooming into a wider, more manic grin. Every time her voice had ticked higher, grown louder—every time her expletives got more direct—he would smile harder until she wanted to take that ridiculous scarf around his neck and strangle him with it.

He’d been one of her favourites, in the end.

Like he’d known she needed a good shout, and was more than willing to stand there pleasantly and absorb it. On occasions like that, she could almost forget that she was a stranger to him; it felt like it used to.

Those moments were why, after all this time, she still loved him. The daft alien.

The reminder of which makes her pause, softened a little by the memories of all the times he’s infuriated her and she’s gone on loving him. The Doctor is stubborn, and though he doesn’t remember her in this incarnation—even if she’s certain he’s not the earliest she’s met—she knows she won’t win this argument unless she tries another tactic. 

“I’ll tell you something,” she says, urgency making her voice pitchy and tense. “I’ll tell you why I carry this gun if you just—get us out of here.”

Once again, the Doctor’s expression is thoughtful. Calculating. His hand rises to cradle his chin, and she thinks briefly about punching him in the jaw. It might convince him, but there’s an equal chance that she’ll just bruise her knuckles. She’s never punched a Time Lord before and probably shouldn’t start now.

(In four weeks, when she comes through the void and meets a man called Narvin, she will finally punch a Time Lord. One of her knuckles will swell to nearly the size of a £1 coin and turn a faint violet. He will have her thrown in prison, which the Doctor will help her escape.)

Rose is holding her breath. She wonders if he’s really going to let them both die here, atomized and with so much life unlived. It would be just like him; she’s met some versions that were dangerous, devastated enough to do incalculable damage. She’s only managed to stop him in the past by the skin of her teeth, and with the help of other—she thinks, better—companions.

Come on, you arsehole.

Take the bait.

He turns his back to her and hits a series of buttons—she can’t tell which, because every console seems different and she can never get the hang of them without the TARDIS’s help. But she feels distinctly that they are moving. The familiar noises of the ship in flight make her feel, abruptly, excited. It’s been so long since she’s had more than a moment in the ship, more than sneaking through or creeping past on her way to somewhere else.

Rose feels the breath leave her lungs, and she smiles. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” the Doctor snarks. “Tell me why you’ve brought this ridiculous weapon onto my ship.”

“I’m thanking you for the sake of the planet,” she shoots back. “It would’ve been blown to bits if we’d stayed any longer. Thank you,” she reiterates, “for showing a bit of decency.” Rose suppresses a smile when his brow furrows and his glare turns on her. “I carry this gun with me, because someday—I’m not sure when it’ll happen for you—I’ll need it.”

“Oh, that’s no—”

She rolls her eyes. “To save your life. From a Dalek.”

The Doctor pales. “That isn’t—”

“And if I don’t save your life then—and probably a few other times…” Rose pauses, chewing her bottom lip. “I’ll never get to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” She can’t tell if he’s more interested or exasperated, or perhaps suspicious. His eyes track her as she walks across the console room. She thinks they’re blue, but can’t make them out from this far away. Still, she steps closer.

“That I—”

The tug. The wrench. The sick feeling in her stomach. She wonders if this is some sort of sick, inverted payback for what he hadn’t said on the beach.

And she’s gone again.

-

She lands in the middle of a military base. In a corn field. She lands in Aberdeen, of all places. She lands on distant planets, on parallel earths. She lands a few feet away from the TARDIS, only to find it locked. She lands outside a brick building that seems to be burning down. She lands in the middle of a coliseum. She lands in a graveyard where the earth is being overturned, punched through by metal fists. She lands on a university campus. She lands in a swamp.

Through the years, she gets cleverer. Better at hiding her identity, disguising herself. She tells him to throw that wilted celery out before he attracts grubs. She wonders if she should kiss the man with the bowtie. She is running, always running. 

The gun is heavy at her back, and the Doctor always seems to look at it like she’s carrying a festering wound. But she refuses to put it down, because she remembers the man who needed her help. 

To be saved from a Dalek, so he could save so many others.

When she lands and the world is ending, there he is. Brown hair, brown suit. He takes off running, but she feels something heavy in her feet. A sense of foreboding, almost.

To save your life, she’d said.

From a Dalek, she’d said.

She almost doesn’t see it coming.

“EX-TER—”

Rose stops in the street. 

She turns, and she shoots. 

She hasn’t fired her gun in such a long time that she almost misses—but she doesn’t. The Dalek that would’ve killed the Doctor—perhaps for good—is a smoldering lump of metal and wiring and bitter, withered organic material. Like an eager child, he skids to a halt, his plimsolls slippery in the damp evening, barely inches from her drawn weapon. “You saved my life,” he says. Marveling. Perhaps, she thinks, realizing. “From a Dalek.”

She drops the gun, and it clatters heavily to the ground. Her arms feel light without the weight of it. Rose drags him close, pulling him against her. She feels instinctively that her job is done—that now they can find a way through everything else, together.

“Yes,” she exhales. “I did. I love you, you arsehole.”

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MDZS JGY fic promt

I’m thinking about Meng Yao/Jin Guangyao and I think I would love to read a fic of him snapping in the opposite direction of his desperate grab for power and respect from his shit father. We know, thanks to JGS gruesome murder that at some point, after already being a shitty human doing murdery things, JGY snapped hard and said: “if i’m gonna do the shitty things of running this sect i’ll do them for myself and fuck you to death”. Quite literally. 

So I’d like to imagine a world where he, like, not necessary becomes a much better person; I dunno about the JZX and WWX kill plot, or about NMJ. I think he’s very set in his auto-preservating self-beneficing ways, and if you don’t really work well with that part of his chara then he’s not JGY anymore. 

But instead of being, I’ll become the highest in the cultivation world, so i will be finally respected and listened to (uhm, didnt’ work especially well did it? they never let him forget his mother profession when it was his father who was the absolute worst) he decides that while cultivation is still something to aspire to -can’t forget about his mother dying dream, also longer life and health benefits + being a hero, doing the decent thing- he realises the cultivation sect system as it is horrible. 

He was in the middle of the war, he saw it from both sides. He then went to low to high but still a servant. And it’s always blood what counts. He sees what happens to his other bastard brothers, to WWX when he decides enough is enough, and how he himself is still treated by his Sect despite his intelligence and abilities. And instead of trying to take refuge in the system, he is a bit more self-aware or inquiring; maybe he is more idealistic in some ways? But still oh so bitter, and decides to destroy the system from within.

You know what? Do it so he still rises to Leader of the Jin Sect (without prostitutes murdering and necrophilia; he is now more on the side of the common, so maybe he gets the help of Sisi or someone he knows to aid him poison his father and after he gets them a nice reward and packs them to a new life in Japan or something. Or he simply uses another subtle method without intermediaries or with unaware ones, he is certainly able of doing that when he isnt being an ironic murderer shit.) because it’ll serve him, and to be the leader responsible of making sure the so estimated Jin blood is disposesed will make him smug pleased. To slowly gain power and bit by bit erase the division between the noble clans and people who learn simply bcs of talent, scouting youngsters witht the excuse of replenishing the clans after the war and quiting the idiots nobles from their spoiled positions. 

Hell you can even make LXC and NMJ (did he died before or after JGY becomes Sect Leader? Well if he is still alive, NHS doesn’t destroy him, but then WWX doesn’t come back. If he dies before, then the vengeance is still in play, but it’ll be even more fraughted bcs now JGY goals and methods are a lot more morally grey and watching WWX and LWJ confront that would be super interesting O-O), you can make them see those policies and be like, oh sure, that’s a good thing you’re doing A-yao. But also conflict with their positions in the nobility system, as time pases and JGY subtly passes more changes and brings to ruin those sect leaders more entrenched in the old ways and abusing of their people.

 Programs for literacy, for the spread of knowledge and the civil use of cultivation techniques with the excuse of avoiding beforehand the formation of ghosts and resentment appealing to the lazy nature of the rich while eliminating bit by bit the necessity of their existence, like boiling a frog, the creation of the watchtowers still fits nicely and we know in canon he faced oppposition there so here it’s more important still, even more so Su She I think, will be elated with this turn of events and even more loyal lmao if JGY sells it well and JGY sells his ideas really well. 

Maybe he helps XXC and SL bcs it’s in his interest they find success although he finds them naive; but JGY has a canon soft spot for people who treat him well regardless of his common born status, so. Maybe he intercedes with XY and convinces him to work with him taking out nobles reasonably (I bet XY will like that), and manages to avoid somehow XY elaborated revenge on SL and XXC? or executes him when he is too much of a wild card, but we know how that ended in canon... The best bet is making XY see on his own best interest to help in JGY vision but that’s well. almost crack fic lmao. 

OH! Maybe he finds XY before the massacre of the Chang clan bcs he is searching for someone to help him above table and gets to him by offering a more subtle but still suitable appropriate revenge with the pro bonus of getting to do the same to others after and access to WWX manuscripts. You know this has a much higher chance of working, let’s go with this scenario. So he keeps XY out of his father reach, when he is searching for someone to gain control of the stygian seal and wen ning. Yeah, this will appeal immensely to JGY xD

You know, and JGY being beloved by the people, and having more than a facade of being just or fair, but proving it although it isn't in the interest of the nobles. And as he is politics savvy, although with more effort he could certainly make it so he avoids assassinations or walking in a minefield like wwx etc. 

Depending on the NMJ situation... You could make it so NMJ doesn’t die and then they enter a stalemate of grudging respect bcs JGY wants more an ally in swaying people for his cause than his revenge, although he sure could make non lethal things to inconvenience NMJ lol. And NHS as sect leader wouldn’t have the same power to his decisions and reach, no matter if he is more manipulable; after all isn’t NHS a pampered noble in JGY eyes? Who could be sure if he even would follow JGY anyways... 

And you could give it different endings depending on the development of JGY: a success where he gets to the point were factually the sects aren’t bloods based anymore, just a few like the lan (those traditionalists lol) resisting an unavoidable wave of change taht comes for everybody, and the money doesn’t flow in their pockets like a river to the ocean but instead it goes back to the people. 

You could make it so it’s a partial success bcs JGY is still himself and does more than a few morally grey things that come to light with the NMJ murder reveal, but his changes linger and the common people plus others of the same ideal now trained and in process of being cultivators won’t let themselves be cowered by the awful nobility -another big conflict breeding, and maybe it won’t be successful but people have long memories and books and the new ideals of equality would spread regardless, so it would start again and again each time a bit better-. I think WWX POV in this case would be delicious omg, LXC conflict even more pointed. This would be, I think the more realistic and interesting to write take on the idea. Iand you now, I’m in favor of a novel setting and characterization, but to make it more painful, use the 16 gap of the show and nothing else (i haven’t see the show beyond the first episodes bcs i couldn’t take it lol)  so JGY has more time to make changes. 

You could make a downer ending (this I wouldn’t like lmao, but it’s there) so that shows the cruelty and inability of making changes to something so integrated and supported by itself, that JGY loses much to his revenge he takes more and more radical actions that come back to bit his ass with NMJ and JGS murder revelation. I think XY in here would be appropriate, in an antagonist role as in MDZS. But it still has an impact; JGY’s life, despite his faults was still more inspirational, made better impact than his canon self. Make it poetically tragic and a comment on the futility of trying to change society by oneself, but find beauty in the attempt itself which has created community, which will in the future do the true work of overthrowing the yokes of the high ups, educating and helping each other in their messy human lives.

All this ending, and JL conflict, who at this point has learnt much at his uncle JGY side, who has decided to (dunno about marrying QS and A-Song’s death. depending on your take and ending it’ll have different impact) go on with his labor bc he sees the good on it and swears to not be like the worst of JGY. A legacy he can reconcile with himself thanks too, to the experience of meeting WWX. JL is in a more fraught position with JC in this verse, I think, bc for one, he is more mature/not so spoiled and that would make JC glad, but his ideas are at the same time understable and anatema to JC who puts so much of his life on honoring the clan on making sure the Jiang carry on and his name isn’t forgotten but who recruited from nothing during the war. Who sees the danger in alienating the powers of the cultivation sects bc he saw what it did to WWX and he believes in protecting his own and to hell with the rest. 

So very interesting!!! 

You could spin so many takes from this, it’d be so fascinating and satisfying. I’d love to see the chara of JGY developed in this direction, bcs he has so much potential to waste it in so petty goals. His ambition is certainly big enough to believe he will damn well do a silent revolution well. 

Just, using the classics to argue for equality and education and a good life even if you’re a peasant, using the cultivation basis and its suppose use to better oneself and the world in making a point of avoiding wars and violent retribution (to the public, he’s still a bit of an hypocrit bcs it serves him well to have a stick with which to beat his enemies lmao) and instead use diplomacy and a sort of rehabilitation or service thing. Because those ideas are there, in the different clasics and schools of thought (not confucianism, not as much) it’s just that the nobles and high scholars were never interested and used them to argue for a sort of natural hierarchy were they’re in top. 

 Let JGY create a new school of thought, and LXC and others seeing the merit on it. JGY has the reach and the intelligence and the ability. 

The best revenge is living well and destroying the system which allowed the other to harm you, the ideas, the means. Create a fantasy fulfillment ^^

[dr-mizmix]

entities as bw movies i watched this summer while i was disconnected from the internet

the vast: the incredible shrinking man

the reason why i am making this post, the movie had the vibe overall but with that ending it explains itself

the lonely: the ghost and mrs. muir

it has that see captain aesthetic from the lonely and mrs muir would be its perfect victim, recently widowed, isolating herself from her in laws, moving to a new town...

the stranger: it came from outer space

this one was one of my favorites because it deals with the clasic lovecraftian "what if the people i knew and love were replaced" in a pretty original way. if you like it i'd recomend the invasion of the body snatchers

the web: one, rwo, three

even if you aren't into b/w fims please watch this amazing and hilarious movie, of course some of the humor is outdated but i love how, at least in my case, the tables have turned and instead of being a movie about a damn communist marring a naive capitalist daughter, it's a movie about the new generation trying to move on and how it scandalizes people who think what the world is about

the burried night of rhe living dead

the greatest fear factor from that movie comes from being trapped and the desitions that the need to take in order to deal with what it's inside. get in the car, wait inside, get looked in the basement? choices that can be more dangerous that the zombies knocking on the door

the flesh: little shop of horrors

a little talking man eating plant who became famous because their irresponsable owners didn't know where to stop, sounds like the perfect film for the gardener who added bones to himself just because

the desolation: the invisible man

the invisible man, a man who only wanted to become visible again but after being annoyed way too many times, decided to scape and make everyone else's life miserable

the slaughter: the great dictator

to be honest, i don't remember much of this movie except the great speech by charles chaplain and the general tone which i adored

the eye: the creature from black lagoon

the end justifies the means so the expedition to examine whatever inhabits black lagoon must go on, they must know. what's the price they are willing to pay for the knowledge?

the spiral: bringing up baby

the day before his wedding a man meets a woman who then gets him into an adventure involving a leopard and in my opinion one of the funniest scenes in movie history.

the hunt: psycho

the "hunt" begins when marion disappears and her family sends a private detective, while they believe they are hunting her and the money, what they don't know is that by doing so they are becoming someone else's prey.

the end: frankenstein

giving life back to the dead, a dangerous experiment which risk frankenstein was willing to take.

(feel free to add specially dark and corruption suggestions since i had none)

[hawkbucks]

wait so what is the point of tony stark: iron man? like a whole bunch of random happend in the virtual world and arno was a dick but then everything just blew up in the clasic marvel fachion adn tony ai??? died so nothing actually happened bc it was all virtual... why was it even made?? made 0 sense, was absolutely awful and overall pointless

The point of TS:IM was to stroke Dan Slott’s ego and for Marvel to continue pushing their “HOHO this is the most BOMBASTIC thing that has EVER happened to a COMIC CHARACTER” as if they haven’t said that like 2094839839 times before. 

BUT ALSO: the things that happened in the virtual world caused a global meltdown in the real world, and that meltdown turned into Tony going to court about it and blah blah conversation about whether A.I. can be considered actual human beings and blah blah it turns out that when Tony reconstructed himself, nothing of the original Tony Stark was left so this Tony isn’t even Tony and honestly my eyes glazed over so hard for the last few issues that I’m not entirely sure if what I just typed was accurate. I think he went off the grid or something after realizing that and then he turned into the face of the Robot Revolution (AND TRICKED EVERYONE HE LOVED INTO THINKING HE WAS DRINKING AGAIN JESUS CHRIST WHY) and whatever oh god I don’t care anymore can they please bring back Hickman. 

I would say that it’s absolutely awful as well, but it did give us some good Tony/Rhodey moments (AND BLUSHING RHODEY! HELLO? 911? I HAVE DIED FROM ADORABLE), so I say that it’s 99.9% absolutely awful. 

[norsesuggestions]

The feud is basically about that there are two gutefår sheep breed organisations, who work with the care and preservation of the breed, which are led by two seperate gutefår farmers

Both of the two organisation claims that THEIR gutefår are the One And Only True Gutefår Sheep, And The Other Farmers Gutefår Are Fakes

Amazing conflict, in particular that I assume both of them are farmers living in gotland (a not very big island, with no so many people) wherehas having the feud play out on wiki, instead of talking about it irl is HILERIOUS

I am just saying, I bet these two feuding parties, could walk to the other farmer, with their own two feet, to whine about the gutefår feud irl, if they so wanted xD

reading about gutefår, a sheep breed from gotland, on wiki and went to the talk page. and there a epic sheep fan drama was going on

it is AMAZING.

like

first someone asks why the hell a editing war is going on at the wiki page for gutefår (gute sheep breed). they are answered by one side in the conflict.

the other side speaks about this oh so important sheep business

through the work of the first person, who ask why did is going on sheep breed website, the two feuding gutefår sheep breed fans can finally start communcating directaly to eachother

despite all this, there are appear to not yet, have reached peace in the gutefår sheep breed wiki page. may us all wish for that they one day, can finally reach peace in this oh so important debate.

direct link to this the swedish talk wiki page about the gutefår: https://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diskussion:Gutef%C3%A5r

[greenstudies]

September favourites

First month of school is over and with that I bring you September favourites.

Self care:

Spending time in nature -I know you’ve seen this one MANY times in my monthly favourites, but if you think about it, there must be a good reason why.

Time with family -Sometimes I get so busy with all the outside relationships I want to strenghten and keep, that I forget about the core relationships in my family. Spending quality time with family is crucial to me and fun.

Routines -Nothing makes me appreciate my own routines than being forced to change them for a while. After I came back from my trip I really valued them way more.

Body butter -After a long time of having this body butter on my wishlist, I finally bought it and I love it!

Blogs and youtube channels:

Anna Akana -She has funny content with some useful information, usually about mental health and/or self worth. Now she posts a music video every month! My favourite so far is Not My Proudest Moment.

Sarah Therese -Honestly, I’m a bit free spirited and I am not a big fan of children, but her channel makes me want to be a stay at home wife with at least 3 kids.

Crushes of the month:

P!nk -That’s it. She’s basically the crush of every month but hey...

Markiplier -There’s been some very good content lately. The Drowned Man for example. Wild ride, but entertaining.

Podcasts:

Kalyn’s coffee talk -I’ve been more into podcasts lately and Kalyn’s coffee talk is a clasic for me by now.

Welcome to Night Vale -I praised night vale many times before and I’ll shamelessly do it again.

Edge of Sleep -Mark has a role in a new story podcast and I freaking LOVE IT

Books:

1984 George Orwell -I really freaking loved this classic

Ranger’s apprentice John Flanagan -I had the first and second part since I was 11. I remember liking the first part back then, but for some reason I’ve never read the second part, until now.

I’ve seen many crappy movies this month to be honest so none made it to the list. 

What are your favourites this month?

[lecuty]

Un Uruguay chiquito, quería fumar, probaba y probaba y no podía fumar, un Jamaica, su amigo, lo quiso ayudar y 500 porros le hizo fumar

WHY THIS SHIT IS A LOT CLASSIC, THANKS ANON for bring me back this clasic song.

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