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travelingthief · 2 years ago

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My Favorite Moment With: Lord Apollo

It was my first long haul drive by myself, but I had a good CD collection, so I didn’t mind. My ‘06 Ford shook when I took her above 70 but that didn’t stop me from from hitting 80 while screaming the lyrics to “Open Road Song” by Eve 6. The sun shone down on the newly bloomed trees and I knew at the end of this drive was a pretty person waiting to take me to a punk show. I switched CDs at a gas station stop, putting in Aerosmith and having visions of Apollo and Hermes rocking out with big hair. Both were sat next to me in the passenger seat.

I arrived at the person’s house, meeting their dog and roommate before we headed out to the show. We were laughing as I spun them on street corners and asked about their favorite bands. Somewhere along the way I asked them about their favorite flowers and they told me “hyacinths.”

I grinned wide, “have you heard the myth?”

It was the first time I told a story to somebody, but I kinda nailed it. I left out the part where I practiced in the mirror twenty times over. I delivered my last line - “and from the blood of His beloved, Apollo crafted the first hyacinth.” We looked down to see we had stopped in front of a spray of hyacinths and I thanked Apollo silently.

The outside of the venue looked like a redemption center. We went down a ramp to the admissions desk veiled behind a cloud of smoke and I teemed with excitement. We were there to see one of my favorite local bands, and it was one of our first dates. The lady at the table asked for proof of COVID vaccinations and I start to kick myself. Now, I am vaxxed and I am boosted but what I am not, is smart enough to keep my vaccine card on me. We got turned away and my brain starts running through its usual script-

“You fucked it all up. The night is ruined. How could you be so stupid?”

But it’s not my first round with depression, so I counter back. “It’s not a big deal, we can find something else to do. The night has been going great.”

But my brain persisted. “You always mess things up. Why would they want to be here with you?”

I countered again. “That’s not the truth. We’re still having a good night.”

So my brain tried a new tactic. “Isn’t it pathetic how you manage to be sad, even when things are going well?” I hadn’t figured out how to think myself out of that one. So I shut down.

My depression gets physical and I tend to go nonverbal and seem disinterested in conversation when I’m depressed. So instead of talking, I offered my date an earbud and we just walked along the river.

The rest of the weeked, I swung back and forth between depression and feeling okay. I reassured my date that it wasn’t them - my brain just gets mean sometimes. They told me they understood. I was relieved yet disappointed when it came time to leave, but I hopped in my car and started my second long haul drive.

I realized there was a downside to long drives alone. My brain continued on about how terrible I made the weekend and fretted about if I’d get a text back. I tried and tried, but the music couldn’t get loud enough to distract me from the thoughts. I ended up pulling off at an exit halfway through the drive: I didn’t know where I was going, I just knew I had to find something.

The first right was a local music store and I immediately pulled in. I closed my eyes and asked “Lord Apollo, if you’re there give me a sign.” I cut the engine and went inside. They were playing the same Aerosmith CD I had listened to on my drive down and I hummed along while sifting throught the stacks. Somehow I ended up in the Local Section, holding a CD with a parental advisory sticker and artwork of a kid staring down multiple doors. I had never heard of the artist before and had no idea what kind of music was on the disc, but I bought it anyway.

With a bit of effort, I popped the CD into my semi-broken disc drive and pulled out of the parking lot. The first song started up; horns and drums and a beat I could get into. Then the lyrics started:

Welcome to your 20s baby, I know you’re gonna do amazing/All you gotta do is get it, all you gotta do is get it

And the artist broke down into a rap. Suddenly the rest of the drive didn’t seem so long. I thank Apollo for His sign and when I got home, I texted my date.

And they texted back.

And that’s (one of) my favorite moment(s) with Lord Apollo.

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jaisrakesh · 6 months ago

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Discover Leading Game Studios Creating Iconic Games

The gaming industry is home to countless game studios, but only a few have risen to legendary status by creating iconic games that resonate with players worldwide. These leading game studios have mastered the art of innovation, storytelling, and gameplay, delivering unforgettable experiences across various platforms. In this article, we’ll explore some of the top game studios that have consistently produced groundbreaking games, making them leaders in the industry.

1. What Makes a Game Studio Iconic?

Leading game studios are defined by their ability to consistently produce high-quality games that push the boundaries of technology and creativity. These studios are known for their ability to innovate, taking risks with new ideas and gameplay mechanics. Additionally, they often have a distinct art style or narrative approach that sets them apart from other developers. The combination of these factors enables leading game studios to create titles that stand the test of time and remain iconic in the eyes of players.

2. Notable Game Studios Creating Iconic Games

Several game studios have built a reputation for developing some of the most iconic games in the history of gaming. Here are a few examples:

Naughty Dog: Known for titles like The Last of Us and Uncharted, Naughty Dog has become synonymous with narrative-driven games and emotional storytelling. Their ability to blend cinematic storytelling with engaging gameplay has earned them a reputation as one of the best game studios in the world.

Rockstar Games: With franchises like Grand Theft Auto and Red Dead Redemption, Rockstar Games has redefined open-world gaming. The studio’s attention to detail and immersive environments has set a new standard for what players expect from open-world titles.

CD Projekt Red: The creators of The Witcher series and Cyberpunk 2077, CD Projekt Red is known for delivering deep, story-rich games with expansive worlds. Their ability to craft immersive RPGs with detailed narratives has made them a leading force in the gaming industry.

3. The Role of Innovation in Game Development

What sets these leading game studios apart is their commitment to innovation. Whether it's developing new game mechanics, creating realistic graphics, or delivering emotionally engaging stories, these studios are constantly pushing the limits of what’s possible in game development. Their willingness to experiment and evolve keeps players engaged and excited for future releases.

4. Conclusion

Leading game studios like Naughty Dog, Rockstar Games, and CD Projekt Red continue to shape the gaming industry by creating iconic games that leave a lasting impact. Through innovation, storytelling, and cutting-edge technology, these studios are at the forefront of game development, consistently delivering unforgettable experiences to gamers around the globe.

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connorchen-saddog8 · 11 months ago

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Intro to Project 2: The Extended Field

In class today we discussed the second project and the concept of the expanded field. We talked about creating art in a post medium age where everything is interdisciplinary which renders the definition of categories obsolete. A particularly interesting discussion involved the definition of performance. Though it can be defined by the involvement of physicality and the body, or sculpture-wise, a non-repetitive motion akin to human movement, or in general, an artwork that has the remnant of human involvement, I personally find these definitions to be broad. Every work of art has the human touch, and by this definition can be classified as performance. The act of observing something which then turns it into art is then altered by human touch / perception. A sculpture is performed by the artist's craft. I don't really know what to say after this.

After an initial brainstorm I came up with a few ideas I could pursuit:

Procession of Sad Dogs

Video sculpture à la Nam Jun Paik's Robot Dog style, installed to be in a walking space. CRTs, computer screens, photo frame, cd players, microwaves and any object really representing a line of "sad dogs". The screens will display a video / animation of a dog running, whilst other more sculptural objects will just be anything white that is brutally defined as a sad dog.

in terms of expansion - blurring boundaries between screen and sculpture, the vague definition of the object (sad dog) presented, a performing object, site specific in terms of install in a walking space, to purposefully obstruct as a self aggrandizing procession.

CD animation?

reminiscent to early animation and filmmaking, I want to draw on a cd, frames on the edges so when it plays in the machine a small animation plays. In addition to burning a soundtrack onto the cd.

questioning the screen and the definition, I don't know if returning to the historical roots of a medium counts as subverting tradition conventions but :3

Chair Porn

recreating a cheesy porno with chairs

just wooden chairs

no dialogue / voice over, just sounds of chairs creaking against eachother

subtitles

not much to say but i like this idea the most because its so stupid

An artwork we looked at in class that I really loved was Wax or Discovery of Television among the Bees by David Blair, and the concept of the online video and hyper media. Joyce said I LOVE MY FANS reminded her of this, in a contemporary hyper internet context. I would like to explore this more as well - perhaps with chair porn to explore the degenerate divine eroticism of chairs fucking other chairs on onlyfans or something.

I am also really interested in the The Expanded Cinema by Gene Young Blood and will read this essay https://www.degruyter.com/document/doi/10.1515/9780823287437-019/html Synesthetic cinema and polymorphis eroticism

ALSO! interested in Scott Bartlet's OFFON and early analogue video synthesizers. I think I can try to replicate effects like this through video editing effects or contemporary digital live coders, but I would like to get my hands on an old school analogue synthesizer.

((Joyce told me about MESS and Robin fox and synthesizer workshops in Melb uni))

YAY!

#project 2 #studio #ideas #the expanded field

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grad604kaede · 1 year ago

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Week 7 SDL

Digital camera - 45 My parents gave me this treasured family camera, which is my creative companion. I use it to capture special moments, preserving memories with heartfelt photos. Additionally, I document my creative works, turning them into lasting images that tell the story of my passions and creations.

Canon kiss x9 - 46 A special Canon camera was a gift from my grandparents during high school and sparked my passion for photography. It became an essential tool for capturing life's beauty. I also used its photos as the foundation for my collage art, turning memories into unique visual stories.

Laptop - 53 My laptop is the foundation of my creative journey. I rely on it for crafting, learning, and pursuing new hobbies. It's a canvas for my ideas and a window to endless possibilities, fuelling my creative spirit. There is also a socio-cultural connection through the internet to gain insights and ideas for my projects.

Crochet project, Monke - 44 This crocheted monkey holds a special place in my heart. I crafted it during a COVID lockdown, symbolising my first amigurumi project and crochet journey. Through it, I learned techniques and developed material intuition. Crocheting has since become a cherished, calming hobby for me.

Small dog plushie - 46 This small dog plushie has been my lifelong buddy since age three. This plushie has become a memory as I used to take it with me everywhere. Its tactile nature, with tiny beads inside, provides comfort and nostalgia, making it an enduring part of my life.

YSL perfume - 48 The Mon Paris perfume by Yves Saint Laurent is a gift from my overseas grandmother and is a cherished possession. There is a connection to her through the scent. I appreciate exploring the world through various senses. This scent carries her essence, reminding me of my infrequent meetings.

Photos - 45 Printed photos are my time capsules, preserving precious memories and sparking creativity. As I revisit them, I journey through the past and relive emotions, interests, and hobbies of different life phases. Each image offers a unique perspective, providing abundant inspiration during creative blockages.

One Direction CD - 49 This One Direction CD was a gift from my grandmother and holds a special place in my heart. Over the years, its tunes have helped me calm down while working on my projects. Each unique song on the album inspires a fresh perspective, helping me guide my creative process.

Crocheting and knitting needles - 57 These crocheting and knitting needles were passed down from my mother and are significant to me. Using them creates a powerful connection to her and the craft's heritage. Their wooden construction, distinct from the usual steel or aluminium, adds warmth and tradition to my creative projects.

Speaker - 61 This is my UE Boom speaker, a gift from my father. It is important because listening to music greatly influences my creativity and helps me focus while working on my projects. I also like the texture of it, as it is bumpy. Music is also a big part of my family, so I feel the cultural connection through listening to music.

Trumpet - 57 This is a trumpet which was given to me by my grandparents. I have played the trumpet for eight years and am part of the local jazz band. My trumpet has gotten me into jazz music, opened new opportunities and influenced my music taste. I also like the material it uses and enjoy playing within a band.

Rings - 45 Rings have always been special to me since my grandmother gifted me one. Their tactile beauty, ranging from simplicity to intricate details, captivates me. Wearing them sparks my curiosity about the craftsmanship behind their creation, inviting me to explore the technical aspects of jewellery design.

Earrings - 57 Earrings and body piercings have fascinated me as dynamic expressions of fashion and self-identity. Their diverse shapes, colours, and designs ignite my curiosity, inspiring exploration of new piercing styles and creative styling possibilities. The art of selecting complementary jewellery and crafting unique combinations excites me, highlighting the creativity in stacking jewellery as a form of personal expression.

Letters - 57 Because letters are less commonly used than they used to be due to technological advancements, I feel a special connection to handwritten letters. I have been collecting them ever since I was little, and I look back at them when I come across them again. I also read the letters to recollect and look back at memories.

Keychains - 53 Keychains are common gifts people give me when they return from their trip or holiday. I can put it on my bags, keys and other objects. Each keychain has different shapes and graphic elements, which sparks my interest, and I even want to look at the location of where they got them from.

Natalie's shirt - 55

The shirt, a heartfelt gift from a friend on my eighteenth birthday, holds special significance. Its DIY-printed photo design, handmade with care, symbolises our shared passion for crafting. Inspired by my friend's love for DIY, I've embarked on a creative journey, relishing the learning process through trial and error and taking notes for future projects.

Ueno Richi book - 56

This Ueno Richi book was given to me by my great aunty. It is such an inspiring book, and I could spend a long time reviewing each page. This book is essential to me as my great aunty thought it would help me with my journey of becoming a designer. It inspires me to work harder.

Beaded necklace - 50

This handmade birthday gift from my best friend holds sentimental value as it marks the start of our shared passion for crafting beaded accessories. Each bead reflects my style, and the creative process involves thoughtful material selection. Embracing moments of indecision about bead choices adds to the joy of making.

Baseball glove - 43

This baseball glove is special to me as I used to play softball in high school. The glove used to be my father's as my family is a big baseball fan. Using his baseball glove makes me feel a connection with my family.

Spirited Away puzzle decoration - 52

Spirited Away is one of my favourite movies, and puzzles are also something I enjoy doing during my spare time. Ghibli movies are inspiring as they create a unique environment setting, graphic elements and storyline. This puzzle decoration symbolises my interest in Ghibli Studios and is a decorative piece in my room.

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writersrealmbts · 4 years ago

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Diamond Tears and Little Wings: Part 5

Description: You’re a fairy, taken in by BTS. You need lots of love and care, otherwise your light will fade and you turn to stone. Between the seven of them, you should never feel unloved. Right?

Warnings: N/A

Posted: 02/11/2021

Tags: bts x reader, ot7

Angst/Fluff/Angst: 3,846 words

A/N: Okay, I told you guys that I would be alternating between DTLW and Clearwater Springs, so here’s the proof. Anyway, two more parts after this!

Your fourth home in five years is what they told you this was. But you couldn’t remember any but this one.

So your heart was aching, and you always wanted to cry, but you never dared to do so. Something, someone’s, words, telling you that crying in front of strangers was dangerous kept echoing in your head. So you blinked away any tears that came, hugged your stuffed animal, and studied the area you would lived in.

It was a little cold, so you hugged your coat tighter to you. You’d been told by the other fairies that your coat was special, because it appeared to be designed exactly for your wings, which was rare. But none of them seemed to have any idea why you would have such a special coat, excepting the fact that maybe in the country you came from it was more normalized to have custom wing-slits.

It was completely normal to come away from a home with a stuffed animal, and clothing and jewelry that could shrink down. People liked dressing up fairies.

You played with your bracelet as you examined the cement floor, and the plain white walls, and the windows that weren’t quiet fully insulated but were full east and full west, respectively, and provided quite a bit of natural lighting. You had your own bathroom and kitchen area, and the laundry room was in the basement. The bed was a bit creaky, but the mattress seemed decent. You had a cute lamp on the side table, and they had a few books for you on a bookshelf that had the bottom shelf broken beside the side table.

There was shoebox bedroom on one of the shelves as well, very simple, with just a bed in it, but it was decorated carefully—though perhaps by their daughter. There was felt covering the floor and back wall, which would provide a little insulation for you. The outside was colored on, but you didn’t have a problem with that.

There was an old rug rolled off to one side that they said you could use, and a bar with some hangers already hanging on it and plastic drawers they said you could used for your clothing.

You looked at your suitcase, which was resting on the bed, then set your dog on top of it while you got the rug, unrolling it and placing it near your bed.

Your job there was to do their laundry and take care of the cat that their daughter wouldn’t let them get rid of, and to entertain their daughter now and then, and when you weren’t delivering the clean laundry or entertaining their daughter you were to stay in the basement bedroom. Simple enough.

The cat was a sweetheart and the laundry was quite simple with only three people to wash for. Laundry was tossed down the shoot daily and every Monday and Thursday you were to deliver their clean laundry before they awoke.

They weren’t cruel, or strict, just very structured and busy.

She was very kind and brought you groceries, even getting you exactly what you requested. You just had to leave a list with her laundry on Mondays, because Mondays were grocery days. She even spontaneously bought you a cake, and when you told her that the basement was a little cold for you, she found a nice heater for you that greatly improved things, and found some more blankets around the house for you. They were generally gone over the weekends, visiting a different set of grandparents each weekend, which left you and Cupcake, the cat, alone in the house to do as you pleased.

Those were the days you ventured down to the fairy market, which was a safe space for fairies and since you did get an allowance for doing the laundry, you could sometimes buy some special treats or things that you needed.

You weren’t a fan of the husband, which was fine, because he only seemed to come downstairs if he needed to check the water-heater (they were having issues with it and he was too stubborn to call whoever it was that professionally dealt with those things), or to ask you to do an emergency clean on a shirt or tie or slacks. It wasn’t that he was mean, or sleazy, or that he gave you bad vibes, he was just very grumpy and brisk. Cold.

And he hated the cat.

Plus you had the distinct feeling that if he found out about your diamond tears it would be a very bad thing. He was a greedy man, raising a greedy daughter.

But you had a CD player now, and you could find CD’s now and then at the fairy market, and the wife said you could use any CD’s you found in the basement.

Which was how you found your current favorite CD. You weren’t certain who the artists were because the disc hadn’t been in it’s proper case, but their songs were so nice. And you loved the one song.

So some days, when you had nothing to do but give the cat all the love it wanted, you just listened to that CD on repeat, singing words as though you’d known them before.

You did different crafts, and solved some of the abandoned puzzles from the storage room.

You improved your shoe-box, replacing the bed (it was a sponge, hard and weird to lay on) with a carefully arranged nest of fabrics and stuffing. Sometimes you stuck your stuffed dog into the shoebox and snuggled into that. The smells on it so familiar and foreign that it made you cry.

Which meant you had to find a place to hide your tears. Normally you just saved them and exchanged them at the fairy market—where the currency exchange fairy, Heidrun, just discretely nodded and added their value to your shopping card balance.

But one day she stopped you before you could leave, holding your hands. “You don’t look well, dear.”

“Fourth home,” You told her simply, shrugging. “It’s more of a job than a home. But I’m not…I’m not suffering. She always makes sure I have what I need and allows me a lot of freedom. I have the whole basement to myself, and I’m allowed in the side-yard at all times. She even encourages me to come here. And I have music to listen to. Actually, I found a CD I really like, but I don’t know what band they are because it doesn’t say on the disc.”

“Try Magnus, he knows everything going on in the music scene,” She told you, squeezing your hands. “And trying to hold onto whatever love you’ve got and are getting. It’s not healthy for our kind to go unloved.”

You nodded. “I’ll do that.”

Magnus did help you, granted, you had to sing a couple of the songs for him to find the right group, but once he did, he sent to you over to Frida with a request for BTS albums.

Frida nodded, pulling out several book-like things. “They’re super popular, but they’re also in a ton a magazines right now. They lost their fairy because of some scandal, and now they’re in a slump, but they’re also going on a world tour, so it can’t be that much of a slump. They’re actually coming to our stadium for a concert, which is cool. They’ve started putting up the posters already.”

You looked at the books, confused. “I thought you said they were albums?”

“They are. The CD’s are accompanied by a booklet of photos and the lyrics, photocards, and usually a poster.”

You blinked then picked up the biggest one, concerned and confused. “It’s…huge…and a box?”

She just snorted. “You want that one? It’s one of their more recent ones. Don’t have their newest yet, but I can see if I can get one for you.”

You nodded. “That’d be nice, but sure, I’ll…take this one for now.”

She nodded and swiped your card. “All yours, sweet-cheeks. Now, tell me how you get your hair that shiny.”

You grabbed your hair and shrugged. “I don’t know. I just wash it.”

“Not even fair,” She muttered, then turned to a new customer.

You went home after hitting a few more stalls, getting more craft things and some stuff for the kitty, hugging the album and wondering what awaited you inside.

Cupcake was waiting for you on your bed, sitting up and meowing loudly, stretching out a paw for you to take (which you did because why else teach him that trick) and then purring and arching into your hand.

“I know, I was gone for forever,” You scooped him up after successfully setting everything else down. “I bought some new music for us. You need a better name. A masculine name. You don’t respond to Cupcake anyway—not that I blame you. It’s a rather poor choice of a name for a cat, much less a tom.”

He just purred, climbing up onto your shoulders and riding there while you put away the few food items you had purchased and hopping onto the fridge while you started cooking your dinner.

You hummed as you tried to think of a different name for him, but after a moment you paused, wondering what song it was you were humming and why it was so familiar and yet so distant. So easy, but you couldn’t remember. You couldn’t remember the moment you stopped singing what the words were or how the song went, despite having reached the chorus. You could only remember the last words you sang.

You shook your head and went over, quickly opening the box to where the disc was in the album without seeing any sign of the pictures (Maybe a poster?) and then popping it into the player.

But it was worse than the first one, because you swore you knew each song. You had vague images in your head of people performing the songs. It hurt. It hurt to hear these songs because they were too familiar. Too familiar and yet so completely foreign that it was unfair.

The first one wasn’t too bad, but the second started really getting to you.

By the third song you were in tears.

By the chorus of the fourth song you were full-on sobbing on the bed.

The fifth song clashed so much with the sentiments of the previous two that it just broke you down further, and you had to turn it off before you started screaming at the empty space where the music should have come from.

You grabbed the photos from the album box after you had calmed down enough. Not bothering to try and remove the sticker, you slide the photos out and started flipping through the pages, horrified at the fact that they looked so achingly familiar and yet you had no idea who they were.

You tossed them back in the box and slammed it shut, eyes filled with tears.

But you must not have woken when someone came into the basement, because three days later the man was demanding to know where you got so many diamonds.

And fairies can’t lie.

Five days later you were staring out the window, a place you couldn’t go until you filled the box on your small counter space with diamonds. It wasn’t too large, but it was large enough that you were worried about whether you would ever fill it.

So you turned on the disc again, and cried. Cried until you were sick, and then collapsed into your bed. Exhaustedly petting the cat until you fell asleep, only to repeat it the next day. And the next.

When you finally filled it, you went straight to the market just to get some time away from the basement.

The shopkeepers from your regular stops came rushing up when they saw you, even Heidrun, all asking where you’d been and if you were okay and before you knew it you were sitting at one of the picnic tables with some soup and some tea and a bunch of worried fairies fussing over you.

Frida sat silently across from you, looking concerned but ultimately staring at the table.

Or so you thought, because she suddenly reached across the table and grabbed your bracelet. “Where did you get this?”

You blinked and tried to recoil, but couldn’t. “I don’t remember. I just figured it was from one of my previous homes.

Magnus frowned, looking at it. “It looks a lot like the one that…”

She nodded. “There’s something etched onto them. Fairy craftsmanship. Come over to my shop. Come on.”

You followed her, curious, and not wanting to let something you had a very strong attachment to out of your sight.

First she tried a jeweler’s eye loupe, then she wrinkled her nose and grabbed a flashlight, shining it through the gems and onto the table.

You stared down at it, confused.

“Something tells me your family didn’t give you up willingly,” Magnus said, voice a little tense.

Frida looked at you, as though she couldn’t believe it. “You’re the fairy that was taken away from BTS?”

You just looked back at her. “Um…is that what all of that means?”

“How did you like that album you bought?” She asked, eyes narrowed to slits.

You shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to think about how much you had used it to make yourself cry, because if you did then you knew she was right. And if she was right, then it would be even sadder.

“Weren’t the one that said that they couldn’t have been too sad about losing their fairy to be going on a world tour? Why would I want to be her?”

“No, they talked about it…it’s because they’re trying to find her. Find you. They didn’t say it explicitly because they could get in trouble for that, but they’ve hinted at it and there are tons of reports and pictures of them visiting every fairy sanctuary they could without compromising their performances. It just took a while for it to hit the news for us. Y/n, they’re looking for you. And if this is any proof, I think they love you and you need love. You look like a skeleton with skin.”

Heidrun gently pulled you into her arms. “What changed? You were doing alright and then you were gone and you come back looking like a ghost.”

“They found my tears,” You whispered.

She inhaled sharply, not quite a gasp, and held you tighter. “You can’t stay there.”

“I can’t leave there either. Where would I go? I would just get arrested and brought back to them.”

Frida folded her arms. “Leave it to me. You go back, lay low. Maybe try to appeal to the lady of the house. I’ll have you out of there as soon as I can. In the meantime….”

“I’ve still got a backlog of your diamonds, come get them just in case he asks again.” Your arm was gently pulled toward the currency exchange station.

You took the bag, and the treats most of them packed up for you. If the love of other fairies was enough to sustain you, you never would have been in this mess. But fairies, while kind and caring, didn’t have enough love for other fairies to keep them alive, especially once exposed to the love of a family. Fairies were good, and kind, and helpful, but also emotionally unstable which made it hard to focus enough love into one another without a consistent source of outside love.

It was a miracle your species had survived as long as it had.

Cupcake greeted you, meowing pathetically and hopping into your arms.

You sat down on your bed with him. “Let’s think of a new name for you.”

Eventually you settled on Keyowo, which was close to his current name but meant friend and was just…it was better.

You then set to deep cleaning over the next week, shrinking your things and tucking them into your suitcase to keep them out of sight.

On Tuesday he beat you to tears because you weren’t producing tears fast enough.

The album caught your eye again on the next Friday.

You picked up, tracing the seven on the cover, and then opening it. You pulled out the poster and unfolded it.

They were in white, with feathers floating down and a hole in the floor. They all looked so good.

You touched the one on the far left, wearing the sweater. Slightly cat-like facial features. You felt like you knew what his hands looked like, even though you couldn’t see much of them in the picture. Slightly calloused, bony, but gentle and careful. Caring for everyone.

“Yoongi,” You whispered, choking up. Tearing up.

Your fingers traced over each of them, names a whisper in your mind. A whisper that turned into shouts, memories flooding your mind of each and every one of them. Your mind screaming for them because your throat was too tight to even whisper.

They were your boys.

They had to let you go.

You weren’t supposed to remember them.

They weren’t supposed to try and find you.

The next day you shoved everything into your bag, tucked the cat into your coat, left a note for the missus and headed straight back to the fairy market.

Frida looked surprised when she saw you. “Whoa, what happened? Is this the kitty your were telling me about?”

“They’re gone for the weekend, that means even if I stay nearby they’ll think I’ve had two days to run out on them. I need you to help me get me back to my family.” You teared up. “I need to find them.”

Frida nodded, glancing around and closing her shop. “Come on. You can stay with me.”

Frida’s family consisted of a pair of siblings.

The sister, Alena, was a fairy rights activist in her spare time, which is why Frida had so much freedom, and a huge music fan. She had a whole wall of CD’s and albums and posters. Stacks of magazines featuring musicians.

The brother, Agnar, was quiet, “just an accountant”, and very kind. And very affectionate toward Frida.

Frida was equally affectionate toward him, bringing a fake gag from Alena.

They helped you find an outfit that hid your fairy-ness, and he got you tickets to the concert, all of you hoping that it would get you close enough for them to see you and recognize that you were there. Also, it would help you health-wise to see them in person and the rush from the concert would be overwhelming, but also might revitalize you.

Then Alena forced you to sit in the bathroom with her while she applied a cloth to your face with epsom salts to try and reduce the bruising and swelling on your face. She told you about the fairy abuse responders, and how she would call them in the morning and tell them about your family.

Agnar totally stole your cat.

Frida let you sleep in her fairy-home (because it definitely wasn’t a dollhouse and it was awesome, of course).

Four days later, you were at the concert venue with Alena, taking a seat and soaking in the atmosphere. People were talking all around and some people were chanting the boys’ names. Another group was starting to sing the songs.

You listened nervously, wondering whether it was true or not that they were looking for you. What if they were just making a fuss to get back at the company a bit? What if the media was making things up? It wouldn’t be the first time a story was fabricated for magazines.

Then the concert started and you and Alena were cheering for your boys, but you wondered why you ever thought they’d be able to see you in this mess.

It wasn’t until the second half of the concert that you had hope.

The boys were in more casual outfits, having more fun.

And they were all wearing the jewelry that Namjoon had made from your diamonds.

Jimin was the one who saw you first, though he looked right over you and then seemed to try and pinpoint you again, but was unable to in the crowd. He stood there with a smile plastered on his face, acting as though he was studying each Army’s face when you knew he was searching for you.

So you stood still in the writhing mass that of the crowd, and studied him.

He had lost weight, and if it hadn’t been for the makeup, you bet he’d look fairly wrung-out.

All of them looked like they’d been sick enough to lose weight.

Taehyung came over and practically dragged him away (making it look playful).

But Jimin said something to Jin and Jungkook.

Jungkook was over there as casually as he could, totally looking at the camera and doing ‘fanservice’. But he obviously didn’t spot you.

Jin didn’t either.

But Yoongi did during the very last song and he stopped, staring, then he was crouched, hand over his mouth, just staring in your direction.

You waved, wondering if he actually was staring at you.

He smiled, but it also looked like he wanted to cry. He waved as well, then cautiously moved off, still keeping an eye on you.

You bit your lip, smiling.

Alena squealed and grabbed onto you, and the two of you did your best to fit in with the rest of the crowd.

Both of you lingered as long as you could afterward, her extremely hyped from the whole concert and talking a mile a minute, while you were feeling…exhausted? All of the emotions around you and finally seeing your boys again….

But you had no idea how you were going to get to them, or how they were going to get to you.

Until you saw Sejin, scanning the crowd.

The likelihood of him being on the side of the boys was pretty good.

You tugged on Alena’s arm, pulling her to a stop.

Sejin locked onto you and started moving, coming your way, waiting until the straggling fans that had been around you were gone before telling security to let you through.

You dipped your head to the security guards, then bowed slightly to Sejin. “Hello.”

Sejin smiled. “Hello, y/n.”

You bit your lip. “I remembered.”

He nodded. “I figured. We all figured. They’re waiting. They’re all waiting.”

You were practically vibrating.

“Come on, let’s get you back to them. Your friend can come but she needs to wait in the hallway for…security purposes.”

You nodded and relayed the information to Alena, then both of you were following back to the waiting room.

Sejin stopped by the waiting room. “Go on in.”

You nodded, putting your hand on the doorknob and then turning it and going in.

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kpopcrockpot · 4 years ago

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OnlyOneOf as Boyfriends

Summary: My headcanons on what I think the OOO boys would be like as boyfriends. These are just for funsies and just my own entertainment. Let me know what you think! 💕

A/N: Proofed by @bfsubin whom I love dearly 💕

Categories: fluff, shameless flirting

Coffee shop dates where you sit for hours and talk about anything and everything

Always makes time to check in with you, even when he’s busy

Holds your hand while he’s driving

Would absolutely make a song for you, and play it for you in his studio

He looks so relieved when you tell him you love it, and kisses you under the multicolored lights

You own several items of clothing from him, whether he gifted them to you or you “borrowed” them and he “forgot” to ask for them back

He invites you with him to all the random places he goes for inspiration--museums, cafes, shops, parks, etc.

Conversations with Kyubin are never boring-- he’s got loads of random knowledge and loves sharing all of it with you if you’ll listen

He loves to see you laugh, so any joke he can crack to make you smile is a win in his book

Professional Big Spoon, can’t fall asleep without you tucked into his arms

If you’re upset about something, he’ll hold you to his chest, facing him, and kiss the top of your head

Love

Food is very important to him okay

He’s either cooking for you or bringing takeout when he knows you’ve had a long day

Has definitely puppy-eyed his way into feeding you once or twice

His lockscreen is a picture of you with his dogs, and he is known to refer to you as their mom

He tells you he loves you all the time, like he thinks you’re gonna forget if he doesn’t

Likes to have you nearby when he’s composing a song

He’ll never run out of inspiration that way

--all he has to do is look up at you and the music just comes to him

Makes his own vlogs just for him to look back on later, and includes you in them

He’s really good about letting you pick where you visit or eat

He often buys you plants while he’s out, even if it’s just a potted orchid or a little succulent

His entire family and friend group know about you before long, and Love nervously asks you if you want to meet them

It makes him so happy when you do, and everyone loves you just as much as he does

Rie

Loves to dance with you and show you his choreography before he brings it to the group

Very affectionate, and has no hesitation about kissing you whenever/wherever

Loves to tease you and joke with you-- cute banter is his preferred mode of communication

Sticking tongues out at each other from across the room

Plays with your fingers absentmindedly while he’s watching tv

When he sleeps, he curls up against you and hugs you close

If you move, he doesn’t wake up-- he just pulls you closer and hums in his sleep

Touches your butt a lot

Likes to give you his hats to wear if it’s cold out, especially the cute ones with ears on them

Deep conversations when you stay up late at night

He loves to put his arms around you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder

Always makes it a point to make you feel included in group activities

Chooses you for his team every single time

Yoojung

Making tea for the two of you and then sitting down to do crafts together

Plays with your hair if you’ve had a bad day, or if you can’t sleep, or if he just wants to

Self-Care King is 100% gonna make sure you’re taking care of yourself too

Face masks and scented candles are frequent gifts from him

His favorite way to spend a Friday night is having a Harry Potter marathon with you, complete with popcorn and a blanket fort

Likely to surprise you with flowers--a bright, mixed bundle of them bound in paper and twine

If not flowers, then coffee

The man knows that the key to keeping you happy is keeping you caffeinated

His camera reel is full of selfies of the two of you trying out various and increasingly ridiculous snapchat filters

Pulling pranks on the others together

Generally just being weird and dramatic together

He’s shown you his signed Taemin CD like five times but he’s cute when he’s excited

Any time he falls or trips over something, he comes pouting to you for a kiss to make it better

Junji

Shy boy at first, but once he gets comfortable around you, he opens up a bit

With Junji, comfort also means he can be weird around you

From strange little inside jokes to doing weird dances together

Jokingly gifts you with a comb as a symbol of his love

But he still looks very proud of himself when he makes you laugh

His phone is full of videos of you playing with his cat

He makes a point to ask you often, how you’re feeling and if there’s anything he can do to make you happier

He watches horror movies with you even though he’s terrified of them

Which means he usually lets you lean against him on the couch so he can hide his face in your shoulder during scary scenes

Sometimes when he does crafts for a vlog, he gives you whatever he made instead of keeping it for himself

Especially if it’s a theme or color you would like

His eyes light up when he sees you, no matter how long it’s been since he saw you last

Favorite couple activity? Taking naps lol

Invites you to his horseback riding events, and always finds you in the crowd

Mill

Not the most physically affectionate, but he insists on taking a million pictures with you

You figure out pretty quickly that that’s his way of showing he loves you

If that didn’t make his feelings obvious, they certainly are when he lets you win at MarioKart

He doesn’t just do that for anyone you know

You’re also the only one that can convince him to stop stealing Love’s food, and this does not go unnoticed

The guys make fun of Mill for being whipped, but he takes it in stride

You balance out the affection by roasting each other alive at every opportunity, even in public

He gets butthurt over third-wheeling with Love and Nine during group activities so he comes to you for comfort

You realized you’re his comfort human after he got a haircut that he hated and needed many, many reassurances (specifically from you) that he still looked cute

He picks out movies to show you because he thinks you’d like them

Gives you his cardigans to wear and loves seeing you in them

Nine

Plays guitar for you

Prefers to play video games with you near him

Whether it’s with your head on his chest or him leaning against you, he just feels comfier that way

Whines when you’re not giving him attention

Especially if you’re giving more attention to one of the guys

When things get more serious, you notice that Nine listens to you

Like really listens to you

He hears everything you say and responds to it in kind, respecting your ideas and feelings

That being said, he’s also a mischievous person

He’s most likely to flirt with you shamelessly around others, even (especially) if it makes you blush

Even if you scold him, he just does aegyo and uses his cute charms until you forgive him

Every time he buys himself a plushie, he buys you one too

You have a quickly-growing pile of them on your bed, but they’re nice to snuggle with when Nine is away

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years ago

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A-Z Do you own.... by joybucket

B bookshelf? books? Barbie doll? Bratz doll? bra? water bottle? baby bottle? baby wipes? belt? bongo drums? bandana? bass guitar? banjo? Band-Aids? C car? candles? bottle of cinnamon? thank you cards? comb? crystals? clarinet? something you won at a carnival? chair? cushions? ceiling fan? cardboard box? crate? coasters? D dreamcatcher? doorknocker? doorstop? drumset? dish soap? diary? dynamite? dream journal? dog? dog toys? porcelain doll? dirt bike? Dove shampoo? Dove soap? E envelopes? earrings? plastic Easter eggs? a photo taken with a friend named Emily? artist's easel? earbuds? Etch a Sketch? piece of exercise equipment? engagement ring? empty box? shirt with an elephant on it? Elton John CD? evening gown? emerald green sweater? F fedora? box fan? frying pan? friendship bracelet? folding chairs? wall art with a quote about "faith" on it? feather boa? peacock feather? peacock feather earrings? fax machine? souvenir from France? shirt that says "Free Spirit"? forks? craft felt? G board game? garden hoe? glasses? glue gun? green shirt? garlic? garbage bin? glow-in-the-dark stars? GameBoy? plant that grows? gloves? goggles? gift bags? Goldfish crackers? H hammer? laundry hamper? hat? hula hoop? horse? heating pad? space heater? hot pads? hot dog buns? hemp necklace? hotel souvenir? Holy Bible? hangers? hairspray? I iguana? iPod? ice cube tray? Indian costume? souvenir from Ireland? furniture from Ikea? inhaler? computer with Internet access? souvenir from India? ice cream? list of ideas? ink pen? Irish flag? computer with iMovie? J jumprope? jeans? jeggings? jukebox? jelly beans? jello mix? jewelry? jar of quarters? juicer? jacket? jersey? Japanese manga? photo with someone named Jessica? jogging clothes? <<< Like athletic/leisurewear? If so, then yes.

kaleidoscope? kite? sewing kit? kayak? kazoo? Ken doll? photo of you in kindergarten? something you've had since you were a kid? khaki pants? Kit Kat bars? something you purchased in Kalamazoo? kitchen knives? memory of a magical kiss? keychain? L ladder? soup ladle? lined paper? liter of pop? something you love? lipstick? lip gloss? lamp? Lysol? something with a lion on it? lucky socks? lab coat? licorice? lint tray? M markers to color with? mouthguard? mint-flavored toothpaste? mint-flavored gum? mouthwash? marijuana? magazines? matchbox? mattress? Magic Bullet? mosaic? mouse traps? melons in the kitchen? marmalade jam or jelly? N noodles in the pantry? nightlight? Nintendo? nylons? Neopet? notebooks? napkins? napkin rings? nightgown? nasal spray? narcotics? nicotine? ninjas? necktie? O oven mitts? odds and ends? orange blanket? oval picture frame? ovarian cancer awareness ribbon? offering plate? souvenir from Orlando? ottoman? oboe? seashells from the ocean? shell you can hear the ocean in? photos of beautiful fall foliage in October? oatmeal? something over 30 years old? P pink hair dye? pet? parka? parakeet? planner? pillow? peace sign necklace? pots and pans? printer? paisley shirt? plaid flannel shirt? portable CD player? pie plates? poodle? Q quarters that you save for laundry? handmade quilt? book of questions? list of quotes you like? book of quotes? something you've used while in quarantine? Queen of Hearts costume? quesadillas in the fridge? book with "Quest" in the title? something that makes you quiver? Quaker Oats? souvenir from Quebec? trivia quiz book? quacking duck? R raincoat? rain boots? red sweater? raisins? round clock? bag of rice? rolling pin? dried-up rose? riddle book? ranch dressing? rock and roll album? tennis racket? router? racing game? S sweater? sweatshirt? shawl? salad bowl? sewing machine? soda bottle? salami in the fridge? scrapbook? seashells? screwdriver? spoons? sheets? spool of thread? sponge? T television? thermometer? tea bags? toaster? tricycle? tent? duct tape? tennis ball? treehouse? Tic Tac Toe game? toe socks? Tylenol? timer? totem pole? U umbrella? underwear drawer? Uggs? unicycle? unicorn headband? university hoodie? photo with your uncle? ukelele? souvenir from the United Kingdom? souvenir from Utah? souvenir from somewhere in the USA? Usher album? underwire bra? souvenir from the Ukraine? V Vera Bradley purse? box of valentines? something with velcro on it? vase of flowers? vaseline? vitamins? vacation souvenir? voodoo doll? vanity? The Vampire Diaries series? lace vest? vodka? "I Voted" sticker? Victorian hat? W worship CD? wheelbarrow? watering can? wicker chair? wedding dress? fairy wand? washing machine? wagon? wind chimes? windbreaker? white shirt? white pants? teeth whitener? wakeboard? X Xacto knife? xylophone? exercise equipment? Axe body spray? Trix cereal? something from an ex-boyfriend or -girlfriend? saxophone? empty box? exit sign? photo with someone named Max? something from Office Max? Pixie Stix? mixing bowl? Nexplanon? Y yellow dress? yo-yo? yarn? Yasmin doll? yams in the fridge? something you purchased yesterday? yacht? Yamaha drumset? yen? yummy food? Yahoo account? yellow shirt? yellow tutu? yellow scarf? Z zero calorie sweetener? Ziploc bags? purse that has a zipper pocket? zoo souvenir? Zaditen? Zyrtec? Zofran? book about zombies? Raspberry Zinger tea? dress with a zipper? Zune? Zoloft? photo with someone named Zach? wall art that has the word "Zion" on it?

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yetanothersonic · 4 years ago

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Uncle Chuck in games

Fans are always wishing that Sally and the Freedom Fighters were in the games, but what about Uncle Chuck? I think he would be very easy to adapt into the games. Unlike the other FF, Chuck doesn’t need his full backstory to make his character work. There’s no real robotization in the games or Robotropolis to spy on? Fine. He’s also an inventor, a mentor, a father-figure to Sonic, and a maker of chili dogs. All this works in the games, and could be very cool.

So I was thinking of where in the games he could be used. If I could go to the past and introduce him in one of the games, when would that be?

The first games I thought of were Unleashed and Colors.

As much as I love Prof. Pickle, his role in Unleashed could be filled by Uncle Chuck. Chuck is the kind of guy who would could research ancient manuscripts and give the player advice. He could even work as a professor, if he hasn’t been established as something else in a previous game. But there’s one change that would need to be made if Chuck replaced Pickle: dialogue. Pickle is kind of oblivious, maybe a little eccentric, and way too concerned with the crafting of cucumber sandwiches while imprisoned. The dialogue would need to be changed to fit Chuck’s more level-headed personality. But it could still work. There could even still be the running gag of Pickle/Chuck having a favorite food. For Chuck it would be chili dogs. Maybe whenever Sonic goes to him for advice, he’s cooking chili dogs and commenting on how he’s trying a new combination of spices. It would work. Also, chili dogs make their first physical appearance(they were mentioned a couple times before) in Unleashed. That seems like a logical place to introduce Chuck.

In Colors, there is the common fan complaint that Tails is just sitting around the whole time, working on a translator that we don’t even really need to understand the situation. So, use Uncle Chuck! He can be the one working on the translator, while Tails joins Sonic in the action. No one expects Uncle Chuck to be running around fighting robots(although that would be awesome). The same goes for Forces. If, when Sonic was captured, Chuck was there and Tails was not, it would be more understandable that the guy holding the Miles Electric wouldn’t be able to help Sonic fight.

All this considered, there’s still a problem. These games I mentioned, all part of the Modern Era. It would be weird to introduce Chuck so late into the series. Where was he all this time? But then I look back at the middle era (not sure what to call it. Adventure through Shadow) and I don’t think there’s a place for him. There’s already a large cast of characters being used in each game, and no obvious mentor-type character that Chuck could easily replace. I’m also not as familiar with that era of games. If anyone has ideas for this, I’d love to hear them. The best I can this of is the handheld games, like Advance. He could be stuck in there with a minor role like Vanilla. But then, still, where is he during the other games?

I’m purposefully ignoring the idea of introducing Uncle Chuck in the Classic Era. I feel like that’s already just the way it is. And I don’t think he even existed until after Sonic 3 was already in production. So then where do we put him? 3D Blast? I feel like he would be cool in CD, but again, too early.

In summary, I think it would be cool to have Uncle Chuck in the games, and I have some ideas of where he could be used, but I’m not sure how he could be logically introduced. If any of you have ideas, reblog this and share!

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #uncle chuck #charles the hedgehog #ideas

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putschki1969 · 4 years ago

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hi!! I have one question! who has the rights of the kalafina songs? did yuki steel has it or sony or who? really love you page!!! ❤️

Hi there!

I wanna preface my response with a little clarification. I am by no means an expert on Japanese copyright law or music licensing nor do I have the time or motivation to thoroughly educate myself in that regard. Please take everything you read here with a grain of salt.

Having said that, there are a few undisputed facts that I feel confident enough to talk about.

Generally speaking I would say it’s no secret that SME Records (2008-2017) / SACRA MUSIC (2017-2019) own the rights to Kalafina’s music as their entire physical and digital discography was released under those two labels (both of which are record label subsidiaries of Sony Music Entertainment Japan). When you look up Kalafina’s music on digital platforms or check out the credit pages in their physical releases you will always find some variation of “©Sony/SACRA MUSIC”.

Additionally we also know that in Japan jimusho (offices/agencies) are responsible for performer creation, management, and overall production. They have strong control over their performers and all associated copyrights. Within the company the artists/talents/etc are simply employees. They’ve rarely any rights to their music and therefore receive no royalties. So it’s only logical to assume that Space Craft has all the rights alongside Sony while Yuki Kajiura doesn’t own jack shit (at least when it comes to everything related to Kalafina). Maybe some of you remember YK Live Tour Vol.#15 where all the vocalists and musicians got to choose one of their favourite CD releases which was then sold at the venues. Well, guess whose choice was notably absent from the sales corner? Yup, you guessed right. It was Keiko’s choice (she picked Kalafina Winter Acoustic). Neither Yuki nor Keiko seem to have any rights to sell this CD at their concert even though they were both heavily involved in the creation of it. I feel like this is something that would have been possible if Keiko had acquired the registered trademark rights to Kalafina but alas that did not happen.

As we are all aware, Wakana (who is still signed up with Space Craft and currently releasing her solo work under the label Victor Entertainment) can publicly perform Kalafina songs and even release said performances without much trouble. Wakana performed a total of FOUR songs by Yuki Kajiura during her “VOICE Live Tour”. Looking at the credits of the Blu-ray, there is one thing that stands out to me. We do see Yuki Kajiura credited for the composition and lyrics of all songs of course but surprisingly it is SPACE CRAFT MUSIC PUBLISHERS who is credited as the copyright owner of “Musunde Hiraku” (the only non-anime-tie-in which was performed; “oblivious” and “Hikari Furu” are credited to Sony). I think that confirms that Space Craft is holding the reins as far as Kalafina’s music is confirmed. I think it is no coincidence that the only YK song which didn’t make it into the video release was “Mizu no Akashi”. Yuki’s non-Kalafina work was always separated (it was even published under a different label) so I am assuming her hold on that is much stronger. Either there were some legal restrictions keeping them from adding the performance to the release or they simply didn’t wanna pay too much money to Yuki or whoever else owning the rights to “Mizu no Akashi” (should be Flying Dog which is actually a subsidiary of Victor Entertainment).

I am curious to find out how YK will handle the Kalafina covers in her future events/lives. Judging from Hikaru’s live concert, it obviously isn’t a big issue to simply cover Kalafina songs at a concert or else she wouldn’t have sung ARIA, sprinter and blaze. When it comes to live performances I think both the organiser as well as the venue are responsibe for managing the distribution of royalties and such. No idea how strict they are about this in Japan but whatever the rules are, they don’t seem to constitute a major obstacle (which is also why Wakana can sing songs like “Mizu no Akashi” or “Hikari no Yukue” pretty much hassle-free). I think it’s not gonna start getting tricky until YK wants to release her concerts in any shape or form (video/audio). Will she be forced to edit out all the Kalafina covers? Most likely. Thanks to Sony’s super strict policies, Kalafina’s music has always been quite elusive even back in the day. On more than one occassion Kalafina’s performances at events had to be cut out of official video releases for whatever reasons...

I think that’s all I can say about this.

#kalafina #reply #Anonymous #smej #sony #sacra music #space craft #spacecraft #yuki kajiura

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joemuggs · 4 years ago

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Pirate Material: Still Original

Saw some discussion of The Streets’s early work, and went to see if this article was still online - it’s not because the Vice brand partnership vertical (I’m sorry) that it was originally written for is gone. So here you go again!

I don't hold with the insidious theory that making brilliant art is a young man's game – or, in the words of Sickboy in Trainspotting, that “you have it, then you lose it”. It's a trope that's been with us since the beginning of rock'n'roll, dammit since the romantic poets, that idea that inspiration is intrinsically tied up with the energy of youth, that great works come like a bolt from the blue and artists are best off dying young1 rather than chasing round in ever-decreasing circles trying to relight your creative fire the rest of your sorry life. But it's clearly rubbish, a denial of craft and labour, put about by fantasists and advertisers and used as justification by those with a vested interest in keeping us emotionally immature and by the worst kind of poseurs for their ghastly Peter Pan antics.

Every so often, though, something I see or hear will make me think again – will make me have a flickering moment of belief in the essential white light of youthful creativity. And 'Original Pirate Material' is one of those things. I mean, have you heard it recently? Really heard it? Played it loud from the beginning, given it your full attention, let that utterly insane opening salvo of 'Turn the Page', 'Has it Come to This' and 'Let's Push Things Forward' work their magic on you? It's arm-hair raising stuff, it really is. The false hierarchies and dreary consensus of best-ever lists is another of those things I don't hold with, but yeah this really, really deserved to be on all those best-of-the-2000s lists, and I will gladly fight its corner against the Arctic Monkeys, Dizzee, Radiohead, Outkast, whatever you care to bring in fact.

Like almost all the best music, I didn't really get it at first. It was tinny-sounding and clattery, where I was used to dance music's oomph; I couldn't work out what Skinner's roaming accent was getting at as he slipped and slid across the rhythms, in and out of ordinary conversational cadence, lurching from sublime to ridiculous within single phrases. It was intriguing right enough, but it was impossible to shake the idea that it was all a bit contrived, an indie-weakened version of soundsystem/MC culture, or even more naggingly the idea that it was a wind-up, that this music was taking the piss out of all of us. Lines nicked from 'Gladiator' and talk about his Reeboks? Be serious. And then I had the epiphany.

The scene couldn't have been set better, really. I was out in Amsterdam for eight days on my first ever magazine feature assignment – to cover a conference on Amazon shamanic practice AND a High Times convention. I'd been hanging out with psychonauts, ravers, witch doctors2 and Dutch farmers, and experienced the best that ancient cultures and modern science had to offer; I was in a terrific mood as I was finally doing the job I'd always wanted to, and had been able to utter the immortal phrase “can I claim my ritual on expenses3, please?” on the phone to the Face magazine office. So when someone mentioned “that new band The Streets are playing the Melkweg” I was pretty much up for it.

The DJ beforehand, a Dutchman called Big Head, was playing what was generally known as “breakstep”, a kind of funky uncle to dubstep, and I liked it so much I bought his mix CD4. The Streets were very late coming on, but the crowd were raving and so was I, so who cared? When they did crash onto the stage, though, Skinner immediately and repeatedly asking the crowd if anyone had any cocaine, it was a glorious disruption of the groove, their sound spiky and awkward, and from the beginning I loved it. I don't remember a lot about the band except there was an ex-member of the Senseless Things5 on bass, and that Skinner and his co-vocalist spent a lot of the set pushing, shoving and trying to trip one another up.

And that's when it clicked into place: yes, this was a piss-take, but it was a deadly serious piss-take. This child-like 24-year-old was not just meandering between voices, themes and levels of seriousness, he was embodying every single one of them. He was a shaman too6. What was chaos and what was control became impossible to discern7. The only time I could remember seeing elemental clowning like this before on a stage was the Happy Mondays back in 1990, but I also recognised the spirit of so many loony rave urchins I'd been bamboozled and bantered at and had lighters stolen by over the years8, the never-ending babble of these Shakespearean monkeys, possessed by the endless power of the English language to spin out shaggy dog stories, to make jokes of the most serious matters and suddenly turn jokes deathly serious. The films that were projected as back stories to each of the tracks matched the quotidian urban subject matter of those songs – but they, like the lyrics and the music, revealed something so much more primal beneath. And still you could dance, laugh, drink and carouse to it.

Which is why, when I listen to 'Original Pirate Material' now, I don't hear “bloke poetry” or grittiness or mundanity or social realism any of those other things that are inevitably reeled out. I hear constant windows in to the most profound and abstracted of human instincts and experiences: vertigo, jealousy, transition, glory, loss, innocence and so much more. Just listen to the sudden swerves from domestic detail to dizzying generality in 'It's Too Late' or the affirmation and melancholy in 'Weak Become Heroes': these are about so, so much more than losing a girl or doing a pill9. They're about being human. Only years later did I start realising that Skinner was writing in a great English language tradition going a millennium back to Beowulf and taking in Sterne, Carroll, Lear, Pound, Spike Milligan, Ivor Cutler, Mark E Smith and Roots Manuva10, gibbering gobshites and bullshit artists, holy fools who could skip wildly into parts of our psyches where angels fear to tread.

He could never top this, could he? None of this is to dismiss Skinner's later work – he has on occasion made some glorious music and told some great tales since, and especially on 'Computers and Blues' when he turned full circle back to some of his early themes and freeform lyricism he showed he was tapped into the same wellspring – but 'Original Pirate Material' had it all. Everything afterwards, whether it's his narratives of modern life and celebrity, or his more philosophical turns, couldn't help but be self-conscious, trying to impose more structure onto what he had already expressed so perfectly in its rants, sketches, jokes and asides. This isn't about drugs, it's not about “authenticity”11, and it's not really about youth as such – others have tapped into this very British, very mongrel method of accessing the ways of the human mind from very different places and perspectives – but for Skinner it was all tied into a particular openness to everything that comes with being a hungry young man with his eyes (very) wide open.

1 See the infamous “27 Club”, much discussed when Amy Winehouse carked it, and so called because it's the number of times anyone who takes it seriously deserves to have their face walloped with a cricket bat.

2 To be precise, a shaman from the Shuar tribe of Ecuador who played the Jew's harp.

3 Yes, bloggers, these were the days when journalists got paid expenses. They were decadent times, the early 00s.

4 In fact it is sitting on my desk right now, and it still sounds good.

5 You think nonsense genre names like “Post Dubstep” or indeed “Breakstep” are silly? Back in the 90s, The Senseless things were lumped, along with Mega City 4 and Silverfish into a genre called Fraggle Rock. Seriously.

6 No Jew's harp though, just a microphone.

7 You want to know how giddy with the brilliance of it all I was feeling at that moment? My brain flashed up the image of Stockard Channing going “chaos... control... chaos... control... you like?” to Will Smith as Donald Sutherland spun a double-sided Kandinsky in 'Six Degress of Separation'. And what? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjwiachXkjc

8 One routine about fake vs real Nike caps that managed to weave in and out of between-song patter for almost the entire set was such archetypal rave bollocks that you'd swear you'd heard it before from someone who was about to do you out of a tenner at some party on a hillside.

9 They're about those things too, though.

10 Peter Ackroyd's 'Albion: the Origins of the English Imagination' is the book you need on this topic, although admittedly he doesn't get right the way through to Roots Manuva.

11 There's no such thing.

#the streets #original pirate material #uk garage #breakstep #ukg #mike skinner #amsterdam #shamanism #dmt #ayahuasca #cannabis #visionaries #storytelling #poetry #rap #uk hip hop #melkweg

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spookyjudgement · 4 years ago

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GBBO 2020 reactions episode 1 because I guess I’m just Like That.

Actual humor from a Prue & Paul GBBO? Fascinating

I can’t believe they had them live in a fucking GBBO village. I suppose it makes sense if I think about it but it’s also s o much for a tv show. Oh well, I guess we’re benefiting from it.

Initial mood is to stan the man who decides he can be called Hamish like his dog.

high...quality...back...garden...badminton. I appreciate the GF representation...but...high quality back garden badminton...

I want Sura to do well, but given her preview shots I’m scared for her.

Show editors stop poking at Loriea (side note, beautiful name) for using bubblegum and cream soda! let her do what she wants! I don’t particularly care for it but I’m sure there are people who like it!

AND LOOK A LOT OF OTHER PEOPLE ARE USING ARTIFICIAL COLOR IN THEIR MARZIPAN SO WHY’D YOU SHIT ON LORIEA FOR DOING IT IN HER CAKE

Rowan is an excellent name to have. He’s pretty hardcore classic-oriented between the mozart + the grecian temple battenberg, huh.

I appreciate Mak and his pistachios it’s so! fucking! desi! Did he name is battenberg or did the production team decide to call it the East Indian Battenberg?

Egg replacement let’s GO! Hermine!!!!

Rowan is honestly representing with the CD case cutting guide. I feel that energy. That’s my crafting energy.

OH GOD THE RAW CAKES ROWAN WITH THE MICROWAVE (confirmed he and I share chaotic crafting and baking energy) but he also terrifies me

Lottie with the stripes! honestly! Stan! Also if Noel could stop distracting her that would be great.

How the fuck did Rowan make that cake with that little time left???????

Ah fuck now I have to hear Prue and Paul talk

I’m gonna fuck paul up what is complicated about ginger orange and pistachio if you can handle an almond marzipan you can handle a pista one too once again paul and prue’s bland ass tastebuds let us down.

??? The ambulance is so cute! what do they mean lacking identity???

I like the diffusion there, still feel like they did Loriea dirty with the editing.

As a proud maximalist aesthetic girl, I think Hamish’s battenberg looks fine!

why is paul always so rough????? it’s a cake not dirt to be shoveled???

LMAO DECONSTRUCTED TEMPLE

I’m HERE for Sura’s neat battenberg! Also iconic with the half of the battenberg being at the bottom of the oven.

Lottie reminds me of Emma Stone in some shots. Also middle-of-the-road...iconic.

When are they not testing timings and consistency on the technical??? Shut up Paul.

Stop roasting Loriea NOEL LET HER LIVE! (side note her makeup is impressive)

Linda please read omg

Lottie with the tear it with your hands traybake idea is a mood. Feral energy, I like it.

Hamish :’( please butter your tins :’(

I’m living for the turning out and all the pineapple surgery.

Linda :’( well at least she’s staying calm

Sura???? is iconic

Ok time for the preview moment thanks I’m braced I’m gonna hate this. Poor Sura... :’(

Thank you Matt for cracking her up, we all needed the laugh, that was a good moment. I’m glad the other contestant understood...it wasn’t Sura’s fault at all.

Oh dear the cream’s really coming off of most of them huh. Fair tbh.

Badminton boy is surprisingly reliable. As is Sura <3 Also, as always, shut up Paul! I knew Sura was gonna get first, she’s a sweetheart, I’m sorry she couldn’t celebrate it.

Glad Linda took that well...I feel bad for her and Hamish. Pretty positive on this bunch tbh? I feel like I haven’t seen much of other Mark.

A...3D...cake bust??????? wtf???? weird-ass-challenge. Can Paul and Prue please do this alongside the bakers? Just so they can have some compassion for this? (as always, shut up Paul)

Loreia’s choice...excellent...the quality...also if Paul and Prue comment on the spices I’m gonna...I’m gonna.

Marmosets are coming for Sura~~~~

Rowan...rowan please...rowan...why must you go super complicated always...Rowan you are completely bonkers like you said.

I’m watching between Peter and Loriea who gets criticized. Loriea’s will taste like something for sure, but will Paul and Prue go for basic-ass English flavors?

I...hate fondant. I feel bad for all of these people.

Lupita! And excellent choice Hermine!!!!!!!! <3 also those eyes sound...terrifying but I’ll stand by you Hermine!!!!!

Mak is a bit strange for me watch because he has a ton of desi uncle mannerisms without a desi accent. All the uncle’s I know are first gen immigrants so it’s a bit of...cognitive dissonance.

This challenge is a nightmare...these poor bakers. Also Linda and Lottie LMAO. Time flies when you’re having fun WHO SAID THEY’RE HAVING FUN!

MAKING BOOBS ON NATIONAL TV HERMINE I LOVE YOU

Sura helping Laura like an actual sweetheart and Peter offering to help Rowan this is the wholesomeness I’m here for. And everyone cheering Sura on when hers fell, honestly live for it. I suppose when you’re all being made to do a fucking cake bust that’s the an experience where you can bond over how hard and ridiculous an ask it is.

Peter’s is...so simplistic and he’s being...complimented for it...when other people got criticized for doing other more lifelike/ambitious designs. hm.

Oh fuck you paul, I’m willing to bet that the chili is FINE and that the ginger is also FINE. Loriea I appreciate you and your strong tastes <3. And the fucking editors cutting to Loriea when an earlier contestant was complimented for “not going overboard with spices” ugh.

How...did Peter get star baker...over Sura and Hermine...I appreciate the GF challenge but also like...how...

>:( They sent Loreia home round one for overflavoring. I am angery.

#the great british bake off #shut up rima #my post #i guess this is a livestream #nowhere else to put my thoughts so here they go

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designdekko · 4 years ago

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How to Create a Perfect Reading Corner at Home

In this digital age, physical books are still loved by many. The smell of old books, the collection of favourite novels, the rustling pages of dog-eared paperbacks and manuscripts are not only a treat for every bibliophile, they also take you places. Books don’t just offer knowledge but are also a great source of happiness. When you want to get away from the humdrum of the daily hustle of work from home, books are a great ally. They give you the ability to see things in a different perspective.

A cosy, snug sitting area and a quaint little library with your favourite authors on the shelf, can give you the perfect setting for a literary retreat.

Here are 5 décor ideas to inspire you :

An Essential Book Case in the Living Room

Having a book shelf like the Accord Book Case (INR 21,180 from Script by Godrej & Boyce) in your living room gives an eclectic touch to your place. In addition to your stack of must-reads, you can even arrange your favourite CDs and prized artefacts to display. Adding plants and paintings around the case will complete your library. Spruce it up with some potted plants and miniature decorations and give your reading space a great new look.

A Library Set-up in your Drawing Area

Contrary to popular belief, the average person reads more than they did two decades ago. The Dwell Ecosystem (INR 232,793, from Script by Godrej & Boyce) is crafted to cater to this resurrected need and Inspires to read a good book. With its bold contemporary style and devilish charm, the Dwell Ecosystem is a treat for those who wish to connect with their inner bookworm. The single and double door display cabinets with transparent doors display your hardcovers in style. The easy chair and table create a comfortable seating environment for you to curl up on, armed with your favourite book and a cup of coffee. And, should you need to take a break to refill your cuppa, you can keep your book on the current page on the sloping roof of the portable storage.

A Charming Bookshelf that Seeks Attention

Nothing like a vibrant book shelf to help organize those piles and stacks of books for a bookworm. The toffee shaped Candy Bookshelf (INR 41,470, from Script by Godrej and Boyce) comes can make a perfect gift for your Nerdy brother. It comes in three exciting colors; Matt Yellow, Red and Light Grey and versatile enough to be placed on the floor, or in a space crunch, mounted on the wall. It’s a beautiful way to display the stacks of books and keeping them organized. Moreover, it inspires Instagram-savvy aesthetics alongside your furniture.

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#Architecture #interior #design community

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thejadedjewel · 6 years ago

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Game Grumps Live - Asbury Park, NJ - 8/24/19

Game Grumps Live:

Left to Jersey 9:30-ish

Got to Jersey by 2PM.

Had lunch at Wendys – terrible bathroom, great food. Checked in at Inn afterwards, but did a check of the Stone Pony Summer Stage to see how it looked. Chilled at the room until a little before 5PM.

Was dropped off and got in line. At the time, it had almost completely circled around the whole area (building and outdoor stage). Doors opened a little before 6 because the line soon went all the way around TWICE. Talked with the guys and ladies in line and made friends with them. There were folks as Danny Sexbang, Arina, and Daniella. Got in around 615-ish. Got water and waited over an hour in line for the merch table.

A ‘burgie’ chant started up at one point. Lots of awesome music played – Rush, Queen, etc.

There was a chopper circling around and many of us joked that Dan and Arin would make an entrance from it. Cheers always happened when someone came on-stage, one point tossing water into the audience.

Got shirt and poster and left my drawings at the table. Then hit the bathroom. By this time it was 740-ish and the screen suddenly pulled up the Wii-U main menu. A voice came on and started to hype the crowd that the show will be starting a few minutes later. By this time, the sun was setting and nearly gone.

Show started around 8 with Vernon coming on-stage to hype the crowd. He notes that this was the biggest Game Grumps Live ever – 4 thousand fans. To prep everyone, a fan – Chris – is brought up from the audience to play Super Mario Bros world 1-1 blindfolded. Chaos ensues, but Chris ended up beating it after two game overs and on the last life of attempt 3.

Afterwards, Vernon joked that he was out there stalling for time due to Arin pooping and joked about making an attempt of standup comedy. Before he leaves, he gives some homework to everyone: make a new friend at the show – it’s easy. He also tells everyone to be kind and tells everyone to get loud and do the theme song. V: Hey, I’m grump. Us: I’M NOT SO GRUMP! AND WE’RE THE GAME GRUMPS!

Coming out to music (Pour Some Sugar On Me) Arin and Dan ate up the applause. Dan was extra-hyped due to the show not only being the first outdoor show, but also in his birth state of New Jersey. “Welcome Home” chants ensue. There’s also a joke from Dan about how Arin would make cracks at live shows about the place they’re doing it, but Arin refused to do one due to fears of being beat up by Jersey folks.

Game time – Mario Party 10! Dan was Yoshi and Arin was Peach. The crowd was split into two sides – side one was Player 3, Waluigi and side two, my side, was Player 4, Toad. We were given chants to shout out (“Wa-Lu-Igi!”/”Go Toad! Go Toad!”)

Danny: (after giving each team their chants) I’m drunk with power!

To compensate for Player 3 and 4’s rolls, Arin would do that. When Dan told the crowd to boo Arin when he rolled wrong, the crowd started to boo anyway.

Arin: Don’t boo yet!

Dan: Your Jersey hate is like vitamins(?) to me!

For Mini-games, someone to represent for each player team would come up onstage to play alongside Dan and Arin. Mini-game 1 had Jonathon for team Waluigi and Devon for Team Toad. When asked for something to get their respected teams hyped up, they said “Waaaaa” and “We’re the video game boys” (Us: We’re the ones who win!) The game was a memory-esq game, which was gonna be bad for Dan (because of the weed he smoked in the 90’s killing his memory) and Arin (because he’s “an idiot”, in his words). The game was intense with Jonathon winning. This was when Dan noticed that, for some odd reason, Waluigi had ‘boob physics’.

Mini-game two came soon with Marcus (wearing a Dream Daddy T-shirt) and Kirsten (wearing the sexy Sonic costume) for Team Waluigi and Team toad respectively. The question asked, by Arin, was which sandwich is the favorite – Dan jokingly said that was the stupidest question ever asked… then asked “same question” for the other player (something similar happened later) and it was Tuna Melt VS BLT. We were also asked to do a giant Golf Clap during the mini-game shenanigans.

The post-Golf clap comment from Dan: You have given Daddy the ASRM tingles.

Daddy Chants ensued. Dan would do another “Daddy” comment shortly afterwards – “So many stars for Daddy”.

When it was time for the third Mini-game of the night, Dan and Arin noticed some cool stuff in the crowd – A “Bienvenue Power Bottoms” sign and a “Burgie” paper craft being held up. Player 3 and Player 4 were Divan and Chris, who was dressed like Danny Sexbang, and their question was to say something to badmouth the opposing team. Divan’s was “Boo, Toad, you suck!” while Chris was “This is why you weren’t in Smash!” Burn comments ensue. Mini-game turned out to be a three on one battle… everyone vs Arin.

Dan: It’s New Jersey VS Arin!

Arin eventually won that game and during and after the game, there was a “Fuck You, Arin” chant from everyone. Dan “OK! OK! Hang on! Hang on! Hang on! Don’t get me wrong… I love it…,” but he asked if they should do “Heck you, Arin” but decided nope and let the crowd continue. He then joked about how the folks on the boardwalk were probably wondering what the hell’s going on at the show.

Mini-game four was with Erid and a tall guy named Roger. Dan also noted that his dad, Avi, was in the audience. I began to chant “Avi” and pretty soon a large chant for “AVI” started. Team Toad/Roger won the mini game.

Mini-game five was Bowser related with a lot of stars up for grabs. Both players were ladies – a female Danny who, like Dan, was Jewish, from Jersey, favorite color was light blue, and loved dinosaurs, and Renee, who had an LED helmet and had apparently been there since 6AM. There were 6AM chants for her. Dan noted that he smelt weed in the audience, which I thought was a stupid thing to go. Dan then picked the wrong mini-game chosen for that round. His reasoning for the screw up? “I HAVE GIANT THUMBS!” Team Toad won that round again.

Final mini-game was up and it was Sophie and Bethany as players 3 and 4. They were asked to say something to hype their teams. Sophie said “Mycaruba” (a old-school Game Grumps joke) while Bethany’s was “We got this, dude!” Team 3 won and the finally tally was Waluigi/Team 3 victory.

For the last bit of the show was a Q and A with the audience. Ground rules were laid out: No selfies, no hugs, not songs, and you can’t touch Dan’s hair… so Dan touched his hair for us.

Q: Favorite Cartoon Network cartoon? A: from Dan, it was Aqua team Hunger Force and, since it was aired on CN, Starlight Brigade music video while for Arin, it was “Mighty Magisword”, which he worked on.

Q: Favorite game they got into via Grumps? A: Dan went with House Party while Arin couldn’t think of one. They hyped the new version that was going to include them as characters coming soon.

Q: for Arin, favorite voice to do around the office? A: the Grubba voice and the “Ball-sniffing adventure” one.

Q: A request for some more Snipperclips, which they would love to do.

Q: For Arin, it was about the frequency of his pooping and asking the “Yum to Dump” ratio.

A: Arin talked about a incident from eating at Whataburger. He pulled off at an exit and ate a burger from Whataburger. Got back on the interstate… and pulled over at the next exit to do a 2 at that exit’s Whataburger.

I think I’m gonna avoid Whataburger…. Q: Can Claud come back? (I have no idea who Claud was, but they want him to come back. I think they meant “Claudio Sanchez”, who had appeared on Guest Grumps.)

Q: For Arin, favorite 3D Zelda game? A: first game he said was “A Link Between Worlds”. When asked for a second, he picked “Wind Waker”. Good choice.

Q: A request for more Dog Island and Princef Taaanx.

The next question was right by me and I managed to get two pictures of Vernon, who was out in the crowd getting the questions from the crowd. I thanked Vernon for the second one, which he smiled for. Before the question was asked, there were some “Furry” jokes and Dan went into a long rant about being a Furry in reference to the running gag about him being one. The question was about Starbomb and hopes for new stuff in relation to it. Dan and Arin threw around some possibilities like a boxed set for the CD’s/vinyls.

Q: What’s gonna be the new format for live shows. They have no idea.

Q: An offer to do later framing for CDs/Vinyls/etc.

Q: for Danny, since he and the asker are from Jersey, is it Pork Rolls or Taylor Ham? Dan picked Taylor ham, prompting booos.

Q: the original asker game his question op to his friend, who asked since they looked alike and had similar likes, does Dan know who the doctor was that cloned the two of them?

Dan thinks it was Def Leppard’s lead singer Joe Elliot (?)

The last question: "the band bowling for soup...are they bowling to receive soup or are they bowling on behalf of soup?" Dan thinks they’re bowling on behalf of soup while Arin thinks it’s the former.

To end the show off, Dan notes this show meant a lot for him since it’s in Jersey and the best night. “Danny”/”Jersey” chants. Dan and Arin thanked everyone and left with a message: They don’t care what your race/religion/gender/political stance/etc. is, they love us.

Show ended a little around 950 and I got my ride back to the Inn to chill.

Pictures to come later

#game grumps #game grumps live #dan avidan #arin hanson #vernon shaw

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latitudesunknown · 5 years ago

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Day 28 on Tiny Haven

Get ready for a loooong post, coz despite of work, today was hella busy!

In the morning, I get a postcard from Nacer, who is, shall I remind you, my only friend on this island, according to the game.

(1) Thank you, Nacer. Weren’t feeling very inspired with the name, were you?

Later, he tells me he’s found a nickname for me, like best friends do. I get really excited, because nicknames are amazing, but the result is... well...

“Champ”? That’s... all you could come up with? After everything we’ve been through?

(one option for my reaction was “I don’t think so”, but I didn’t have the heart to be so mean. “Champ” it is)

I also receive my butterfly in the post, and it’s gorgeous, but right at that moment an even more beautiful butterfly (the self-proclaimed “most beautiful butterfly in the world”) flutters by and I of course instantly wish I’d asked for it instead. 🙄

Still, I can’t wait to get a room full of these. And I can’t wait to ask for one for Abraham next time I get a chance. They’re not dead-insects, they’re fake-insects, so he’s bound to love it, right?

Talking about Abraham, I stumble upon a lost notebook, which I’m 100% sure belongs to him, since he’s right now browsing through another notebook while studying my tiny zoo.

Abraham spends all his days either watering the flowers or studying the local fauna. Honestly, that’s also what I’d do if I really lived on this island.

Anyway, much to my surprise, the notebook isn’t his.

(2)

Well I’ll be, it is Nacer’s! I didn’t think he read... which is confirmed when he tells me this is his workout book, lmao.

I go visit my new neighbour, Raymond. The exterior of his house is nice enough, but the interior is... well...

When I tell you he’s an accountant!!

This is horrifying. I need to gift him proper wallpaper with proper windows so he’s forced to get some sunlight.

Depressing interior design tastes put aside, that little cat is already growing on me.

(3) Just give me a few days and I’m sure I can find a blueprint for that.

He’s got a wild beast inside of him and it’s just about ready to come out!

Renée has organized a treasure hunt for me, which is just about THE COOLEST THING EVER (sorry, their intense ways are getting to me).

(4) This game goes from only allowing you to say “yes” to encouraging you to deliver horrible deadpan burns, it’s extremely jarring.

I run like a headless chicken all around the island, down to the beach, up a cliff, round the lake... honestly I don’t know how I manage to find the treasure with two minutes to go. Pretty sure the game is rigged.

To thank her for the treasure hunt, I gift Renée one of my Easter baskets. Just like Abraham the day before, she gives me back... money. I told you, they’ve all run out of gift ideas. That’ll teach them not to be so goddamn generous, ha!

I stop by City Hall, and find that IsabelleMarie (now I can’t help but think of her as Isabelle, I love that name so much) is now in charge of promoting our island. She’s head of a study group of one (1), which is just about the cutest thing ever, I hate it.

(5) It’s a good thing you can’t date people in this game coz I’d be the town tramp.

She tells me our current TripAdvisor score is...

... one star, seriously?!

😑

Thing is, she then reads one of the reviews people have left, and honestly...

(6) Hear hear! A hidden treasure, that’s what we are!

While I’m there, I decide to move the clothing shop about two inches back just so I can build a bridge where it once stood.

Tom calls Layette over, who is obviously enthusiastic since, let’s face it, she’s got no real say in the matter. Crippling debt notwithstanding, I am all powerful on this island.

I also have one of the cutest conversations I’ve had with Abraham so far.

(7) 😭😭😭 I love him so much I never want anything bad to ever happen to him.

When I come back in the afternoon, it’s pouring rain, but it’s a good thing this doesn’t deter me from running around, because the fishing beaver is back!

And what’s more, it soon becomes clear Djason is working for him, and can make me replicas of my favourite sea creatures!

(8)

My first order is instantly clear to me, but it takes me a full hour to fish out three sea horses. The beaches soon become littered with trash as I throw out everything I can from my pockets in my fruitless quest for Everything Fish.

It’s a good thing I look great when I’m fishing. Battle against nature, baby! A true Ishmael.

I’m a stubborn little b..., so of course, I do get my three sea horses, and run back to Mr Beaver.

“Peach skin”? Now that’s a surname I can go for! Why doesn’t Nacer call me “peach skin”?

Abraham also teaches me a new mimic.

(10) Again, 😭😭😭

Finally, it’s been bugging me for a while that Nacer and Vanessa didn’t get cool outdoors furniture when they moved in, so I decide to give Nacer a kennel.

I thought I was gifting him a dog, turns out I gave him an undead demon. I’m really sorry, Nacer.

Subtitles

(1) Just had the idea to institute a day where you write a letter to one of your best friends! I’m calling it “The Day of Friendship Cards”! And for this first round, I’ve decided to write to you!

(2) “No, that’s not mine. D’you think it might belong to Nacer?”

(3) “For example, I know I can’t hope to have a water-slide in my bathtub... but I’d like to!”

(4) “If I tell you ‘treasure hunt’, what do you say?”

1. “I say great!”

2. “I say nuh-uh.”

(5) “I admit, I’m the only member, but I’ve always wanted to be at the head of a study group...”

(6) “It’s a place I admire in secret. I wouldn’t want it to become well-known.”

(7) “Before, I thought Keke sang only for me...

And then they explained to me how CDs work.”

(8) “Make your order, and I’ll have him craft you an ultra realistic reproduction of your favourite fish!”

(9) “Ah, it was this [mimic]! If you’ve forgotten something, or you’ve made a blunder, just close your eyes and...

Sometimes... it’s fun to just do it for no reason... just to see the little star that’s falling from who knows where!”

#animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons #long post #my post

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