okay I’m here not that anybody cares, I’ve had almost 3 hours with the album now (took out some time to watch the Rolling Stone twitch live and eat) and I don’t know what to do with myself - it’s a genuine no skip! there is literally not one song on there that I thought to myself I wouldn’t wanna come back and listen to again (on the first top to bottom listen)
the overall sound of the album is so cohesive and a lot of the tracks have SUCH a nostalgic feel to them (not lyrics wise like Silver Tongues does but like music and production wise!) the overall production on the tracks 👩🏽🍳💋 the lyricism! HIS VOICE! I don’t know how to do album reviews as you can clearly see, all I know is that listening to Faith in the Future truly did renew my faith in the future
and let’s not forget the most important takeaway
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“Kih’ori’vod.” Tenten rumbles. His voice holds all the weight of affection b’Jan’buir. There’s also a cruel sharpness that Jan’buir never showed in front of Boba. “The Kaminiise were careless. The equipment malfunctioned and all of the cells they harvested from Prime died off.”
Boba stares at him blankly, not understanding what that has to do with his staying in prison for the rest of his life.
Tenten glances over his shoulder and then crouches down so he’s at Boba’s eye level. He brushes the back of his scarred knuckles across Boba’s cheek. “They’ll try to harvest cells from us, but we’re too edited—impure. You, on the other hand, are untouched. Tsad Droten is churning through us like mulch, they will approach you soon with a plea bargain.”
“Gar’gotal ner mav’cuyi.” The words fall from Boba’s numb lips before he can take them back. “Why?”
Tenten rocks back onto his heels, plastoid bucket scraping against his thigh plate. The silence drags on forever, long enough that Boba starts to think that he isn’t going to get an answer.
Then, finally, Ten’ika says, “Gar buir ru’juri skira. N’cuyi harycne viini goyust ures kyr.”
Mini translations:
Kih’ori’vod: little big brother (different from ori’kih’vod which means tiny brother)
Gar’gotal ner mav’cuyi: roughly, you manufactured a way to free me. lit. You create my freedom (mav being free and cuyi being exist)
Gar buir ru’juri skira: roughly, your father was burdened by revenge. Lit. Your parent carried revenge.
N’cuyi harycne viini goyust ures kyr: roughly, I won’t become exhausted running a path without an end. Lit not exist (most) tired running path without end.
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Realized it’s the 36th anniversary for The Lost Boys (released July 31, 1987) a.k.a the movie that fundamentally changed me as a child (in a queer way)
Usually I link my ko-fi to my art pieces but considering this is a movie distributed by Warner Bros., I’m not gonna cause even though I just draw for fun for a small amount of followers, I don’t wanna risk making money from this post specifically (as unlikely as it is). I don’t know how strict the lines are for fan content that are made by the companies being struck right now (both for new media and old media), I just know that you can’t take any deals that a company tries to make with you in order promote current work for the companies being struck. However, considering I want to work in the industry one day, I’m not going to risk it by putting the ko-fi link directly onto this post. I’m only using this fanart to express my love for how this movie was written and acted, as it is filled with so much queer subtext, iconic comedic lines, and genuinely scary moments. This movie would not be a cult classic without the writers and actors involved, and considering this movie is on streaming sites like Netflix, those actors and writers should be paid for what they are worth, and I want to express that.
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