#don't let it die

[yastaghr]

boop!!!!

Boop!!!!

[yastaghr]

I was at an Imagine Dragons concert a few-ish years ago (time is complicated) where something like this happened (twice!) During the show.

For context, this was in Denver.

The first time in the show that it happened, they were setting up the audience to sing along with a wordless tune in a few places. They sang it, and they were clearly not expecting it when the sold out crowd of thousands of people not only repeated it on rhythm, but we're pitch perfect. I am not kidding, I was there; the shock was so clear in their body language.

So they decided to see if we could do another little tune for the song, a longer one with a tricky jump in it. Same result, shock increased immensely.

I'm not sure if it was a challenge to their own disbelief, to us, or to whatever deity or spirit was watching us, but they did a third tune. This was one that was long enough that you really needed to have had breath training to get through it. Really good breath training, too.

The sheer overwhelming emotions that we all had, them and the audience of thousands of people (looking it up gives me more than 20,000 of us), when we did it? When we got everything right– tones, jumps, pitch, tempo, rhythm, everything?

That silence was almost as powerful as the music was when we got to join in on the song with those tunes.

But? That wasn't the only big moment in the concert. They had a song (maybe two) in the lineup from their early days, one that wasn't on any recording you could really get access to. I think it was partly because of nostalgia for them, and also the hope that a few people might vaguely remember it.

It was more than just a few people, guys.

It was at least half the audience, and enough of them knew it by heart that the band stopped singing partway through and we carried it for them while they got through the tears. Even those of us who hadn't heard it yet were singing the chorus by the end of it!

I'm a musician, I grew up singing and was in a small-group children's choir that got invited to compete in the a cappella world stage (it was in Wales that year, but I caught a cold that almost went into double pneumonia the week before we were going to leave, so I stayed back).

That concert was at with Imagine Dragons? That was the single most profound musical experience I've been at.

We weren't just watching the concert, a room full of people with tickets to a show. No, we weren't just watching a show. We were a part of it, we were an Audience that was so much more than just the individual people there that night.

It truly was a perfect moment.

couldn’t stop thinking about this post

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[this-is-not-a-slow-burn]

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[sugaglos]

Never forget 민슈가천재

[lucianlhsystem]

Why does this happen every once in a while, people really believe the site will die after like 10 years of being on the brink of death?

If I have to help with a dollar to keep this site in a machine so it can live beyond death and be a fucking zombie for years to come

Puki will you leave tumblr because everyone’s acting like it’s dead now :(

oh yeah its SO dead.

1000 notes this post. Now

[queermasculine]

if you're butch you have to keep posting selfies because if you don't all the lesbian faggots on this site will starve to death and it's gonna be like the catacombs in here

[jaypentaghast]

Interview with the Vampire (2022) Some 'i'm the world's most dangerous predator bella' ass looks right here.

[pinkatron2000]

When I was a toddler, I cried so much. A bird accidentally flying into a window. A Garfield cartoon that was sad. The thought of the grandfather I hardly remembered. The way a song or piece of music was sorrowful or sad.

I was told to stop crying "for no reason." That I was "too sensitive." "there's no need to be sad/to cry/why are you crying?" And then, as I grew, it became "I will give you something to cry about," and told me my tears were "alligator tears" (Fake/For sympathy.)

Neither of my parents were great—and the point is they made me hide emotionally for so many years. I became ashamed to cry.

I am 44 now, soon to be 45, and I cry during sad movies or shows. I cry for the things and people we lose. I cry for the injustice and inhumanity, and I cry to mourn or weep filled with joy--but 4 decades into my life, I still feel a burning shame sometimes when I cry. My partner and friends are here to tell me there's no shame in it; I remind myself every time that my compassion is essential. It is part of me and welcomed.

Don't let the world kill your compassion. I beg.

the “humans are inherently selfish” fanclub can genuinely and in all honesty go to hell. i once came back from a school yard where the kids had heaped piles of leaves and cut wildflowers on a narrow strip of grass bc a bee had died. i actually want to cry.

[inkskinned]

one of the things that's the most fucking frustrating for me about arguing with climate change deniers is the sheer fucking scope of how much it matters. sweating in my father's car, thinking about how it's the "hottest summer so far," every summer. and there's this deep, roiling rage that comes over me, every time.

the stakes are wrong, is the thing. that's part of what makes it not an actual debate: the other side isn't coming to the table with anything to fucking lose.

like okay. i am obviously pro gun control. but there is a basic human part of me that can understand and empathize with someone who says, "i'm worried that would lead to the law-abiding citizens being punished while criminals now essentially have a superpower." i don't agree, but i can tell the stakes for them are also very high.

but let's say the science is wrong and i'm wrong and the visible reality is wrong and every climate disaster refugee is wrong. let's say you're right, humans aren't causing it or it's not happening or whatever else. let's just say that, for fun.

so we spend hundreds of millions of dollars making the earth cleaner, and then it turns out we didn't need to do that. oops! we cleaned the earth. our children grow up with skies full of more butterflies and bees. lawns are taken over with rich local biodiversity. we don't cry over our electric bills anymore. and, if you're staunchly capitalist and i need to speak ROI with you - we've created so many jobs in developing sectors and we have exciting new investment opportunities.

i am reminded of kodak, and how they did not make "the switch" to digital photography; how within 20 years kodak was no longer a household brand. do we, as a nation, feel comfortable watching as the world makes "the switch" while we ride the laurels of oil? this boggles me. i have heard so much propaganda about how america cannot "fall behind" other countries, but in this crucial sector - the one that could actually influence our own monopolies - suddenly we turn the other cheek. but maybe you're right! maybe it will collapse like just another silicone valley dream. but isn't that the crux of capitalism? that some economies will peter out eventually?

but let's say you're right, and i'm wrong, and we stopped fracking for no good reason. that they re-seed quarries. that we tear down unused corporate-owned buildings or at least repurpose them for communities. that we make an effort, and that effort doesn't really help. what happens then? what are the stakes. what have we lost, and what have we gained?

sometimes we take our cars through a car wash and then later, it rains. "oh," we laugh to ourselves. we gripe about it over coffee with our coworkers. what a shame! but we are also aware: the car is cleaner. is that what you are worried about? that you'll make the effort but things will resolve naturally? that it will just be "a waste"?

and what i'm right. what if we're already seeing people lose their houses and their lives. what if it is happening everywhere, not just in coastal towns or equatorial countries you don't care about. what if i'm right and you're wrong but you're yelling and rich and powerful. so we ignore all of the bellwethers and all of the indicators and all of the sirens. what if we say - well, if it happens, it's fate.

nevermind. you wouldn't even wear a mask, anyway. i know what happens when you see disaster. you think the disaster will flinch if you just shout louder. that you can toss enough lives into the storm for the storm to recognize your sacrifice and balk. you argue because it feels good to stand up against "the liberals" even when the situation should not be political. you are busy crying for jesus with a bullhorn while i am trying to usher people into a shelter. you've already locked the doors, even on the church.

the stakes are skewed. you think this is some intellectual "debate" to win, some funny banter. you fuel up your huge unmuddied truck and say suck it to every citizen of that shitbird state california. serves them right for voting blue!

and the rest of us are terrified of the entire fucking environment collapsing.

[valzhanginator]

did the show just delete the fact that percy was a wanted criminal in the entirety of the lightning thief? gabe gave an interview, blaming percy for sally's dissappearence, which made him the primary suspect. like the police was after him when they blew up the bus and his iconic 'my stepdad is a really sweet person' speech to a journalist after jumping from saint monica arc, people conspiring that they were manipulated into a t*rrorist group after his fight with ares. like????? where's all that?? where's the good stuff???

[wardingshout]

Zelda goes mushroom girl

[flamingpudding]

Triple Identity Crisis

Danny had a problem. If it was a big one, he couldn't tell yet but he was partially sure Clockwork was at fault for this. Or at least he wanted to blame his ghostly godparent who most likely just wanted to cause some chaos for entertainment with the pretext of helping Danny. Which was a very likely reason for why Danny had a problem right now.

As it was the former Fenton now Fenton-Wayne boy was pacing his room in the Manor trying to think what is next step should be, because as it was his 'new' family –Did new still apply if he was living with them for a little more than a year now? – knew him under three different Identities now. And to top it all off they were not aware that the three identities were all pretty much connected as one.

For one. His family, knew him as Danny, the space obsessed kid, who became a meta because of his ectobiology science obsessed parents and his teenager recklessness. A kid that was actually a genius if you gave him enough time for school and could make you anything out of a ancients be damed toaster. That was the Danny they mainly knew. The Kid they took in, let in on the family business and then chose, to the happiness of Alfred and dismay of some of his 'new' siblings, normal life over vigilante life.

Then they knew Phantom. A dead ghost hero that was helping the Justice League and Young Justice to help them deal with the aftermath of the huge fallout caused by the GIW, Guys in White or rather Ghost Investigation Ward. And while Danny didn't know he had apparently worked with nearly his entire family and that time he knew it now. Which was awkward because he had pretty much pestered one of his elder brothers about his condition until Red Hood, aka Jason, let Phantom help him. Ancient, things might get awkward if that secret is lifted. He had done a lot of things Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Orphan and Robin had scowled him for. Thankfully they only thought of him as a dead teen hero and didn't know what a Halfa was. So they didn't make the connection, and he had yet to meet Signal, aka Duke as Phantom.

Now came the third identity, which totally did not happen by his choice. After all officially he hadn't accepted the throne yet and would only get it once he was dead dead not half dead. To bad ancient texts don't care about formalities. So when trouble hit the fan really hard the Justice League Dark had the bright Idea of getting some other worldly help. Which in other words was summoning the Ghost King. Oh boy, was it fun to learn that way that Danny could get summoned against his will. Clockwork did not give him that warning when he told him about the future of his afterlife. But best of all? Oh he doesn't get summoned as Phantom which would have made things maybe a bit easier, oh no. Life wasn't easy. He got someone's in some as a super weird black-green mass of a formless eltrich body with sharp teeth, claws and glowing green eyes with no pupils or irises. Hell Danny even scared himself when he saw his own reflection in a window and he didn't have a single idea how to change his form.

Let it be known that Danny acted then on purpose like he didn't know a single person in that room he had been summoned in right out of his bed and that he wasn't staring at his adoptive father like he needed help who interpreted his stare as the ghost king sizing him up. And Danny knows this because Dick had a good laugh about that at the dinner table with the rest of his siblings.

Now a smart person would probably come clean to his family and explain to them the three identities they knew him under and how they are connected.

To bad Danny wasn't 'smart' when it came to things like that. No in his panic and newfound awkwardness of the situation of what he had done on separate occasions with his identity as Phantom AND Ghost King, he decided to keep acting like he didn't knew them personally like the truely does. Really how hard could that be? Besides he liked the way his family treated him now. He didn't want to get treated differently because he was half dead, or a Ghost King. He liked that his family was treating him as plain old Danny who had an obsession with space and was their quirkily little brother with powers.

So that gave him even more incentive to keep the act up. Even if it was hard at times, especially if he got summoned out of nowhere. It would be easier if he could get a hang of the duplication power. He even had played with the thought of getting one of his ghost rogues to help but his family was perceptive. Maybe not perceptive enough to realise that all three identities were one and the same person but they would notice if Danny acted just slightly different or if Phantom was more of then usually. But somehow he still managed to keep it up.

But it was the hard way that he learned, Danny was bad at doing the 'talking' and realized that maybe Jazz was right and he was going to slip up one day causing huge misunderstandings like right now.

He stared down at Batman and Nightwing in his Ghost King form. Red Hood had his guns pulled on him, Wonder Woman and Superman looked like they where going to try to pull back Batman any second now while Nightwing, maybe at first was going to try to calm down the bat but Danny was pretty sure the eldest bat kid was now fiercely glaring at him too. He was also pretty sure the only reason he didn't see Red Robin or Robin threaten him too was because their super friends were somehow holding them back. For their own or his safety he doesn't know at the moment.

Because apparently the Bats did not fear fighting otherworldly beings to protect one of their own.

"What did you just say about Danny Fentons death?!" Batman grunted out and Danny just knew his adoptive father was glaring at him. Ancients Danny cursed his brain to mouth filter right now. As he had the collective hero scene before him staring at his Ghost King form. Would this be a good or bad moment to come completely clean or maybe he should find some kind of philosophical bullshit of 'All things death belong to him'....

[arataka-reigen]

I'm trying to start a movement here

[ID: The first 3 images are edited versions of the "Let's take ibuprofen together" meme. The captions now say "Let's read shoujo together". They each show a person holding their hand out to the viewer; a character from the series Benigyokuzui, Mob from Mob Psycho 100, and Jerma. / end ID]

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[aziraphalalala]

I am not entirely certain what will happen once the actors & writers strike ends, but I'm pretty sure Michael Sheen will break the sound barrier with how fast he will go feral on the internets about how Aziraphale wants to eat Crowley's ox rib

[mellosdrawings]

HI HELLO?? HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW BDAY CARDS??? HELLO JAMILL??? MY GOSH THE OTHER TWO WOULD BE BOTH PROUD AND BLUSHING -- I MEAN I AM AND IM NOT EVEN A JAMIL STAN

I don't usually do arts for the JP release... I prefer to wait for the ENG......... but........

IF THE GROOVY ISN'T A PILLOW FIGHT I'M RIOTING!!!