#falco sang

[purringysalamiri]

he's losing it

[candont]

Number 6 in Austria December 1987

https://falco-compendium.at/musik/collaborations-guest-appearances/body-next-to-body/

[unreliablewitness34]

Growing up when and where I did means I think about Falco exactly not at all. But then they make a musical (they tend to do that, see Elisabeth or Amadeus) about him. My mom really wants to see it, so I go with her, which leads to me suddenly being forced to realise I know like 15 of his songs without ever having listened to one voluntarily.

[d0llcuries]

ICE-CREAM FOR TWO

pairing(s): reiner braun x fem! reader

summary: you hated him for dragging you to marley, for every stolen chance at freedom. you expected the feeling to be mutual as you rented him for four long years but it wasn't. what better way to address this than ice-cream!

author's note: uh, i guess i write for aot now. blame my cousin and her insistence on getting me addicted to this stupid show for the possibility of inaccurate writing. i love reiner pls send requests for aot 🤲🏽

the market cradled you today in a way almost cruel, with its heat and grit pressing close, air thick with burnt coffee, iron on the breeze, syrupy traces of cotton candy and caramel inviting you into the hic et nunc, although you didn’t want to be. you hated this noise, this heat, the whole crowded mess of voices folding together like waves. you hated how it almost felt like home. you hated how you could almost trick yourself into calling it that if you tried hard enough. a mirror showing something soft, distant, something that could’ve been yours in some other life. no matter how warm the market held you, the truth settled somewhere beneath it all. this land is borrowed, marley is not home, and no amount of rose-tinted glass could change that.

under a washed-out sky, baskets burst with flowers like muted fireworks, children racing in loops, dogs tangled and nipping at their heels. you thought about reiner before you saw him. he was sitting across the square, shoulders hunched as if he were carrying every brick and stone of marley on his back, the same as he’d carried those in paradis. he looked like he was far away, somewhere only he knew how to reach. you still saw that ghost of the soldier you thought he was back then, before everything came apart.

you’d told yourself you wouldn’t go near him, wouldn’t let him know that, after all this time, you’d never quite stopped noticing him. you wonder why you think of him so much, why he takes up all this space in your mind even when he's not near. it was strange how close you were and weren’t, your lives spooled together and then split, moth-eaten like old twine.

but then gabi’s voice broke into your thoughts.

“hey, yn! can you buy us ice cream, please? come on, it’s not far! the ice-cream stand's like.. right around the corner, and i haven’t had any in soooooo long!” gabi stretched out the ‘so long’ ensuring that you felt every inch of the ache that came from a whole season without the taste of frozen sugar. she practically sang, her sticky hand finding yours and pulling before you’d had a chance to respond.

before you knew it, you were standing at the old ice-cream stand, faded to a dull blue, the wood bleached and splintering under too many hot days. the vendor, an older man with sunburned skin and tired eyes, barely lifted his gaze as he rattled off the list of flavors available.

while you hadn’t chosen this home, you chose these people, or maybe they chose you in some inexplciable way. the days of resentment, the times you’d longed to be anywhere but marley, softened over time. gabi, falco, and udo, each of them with their bright, trusting faces had managed to bring out a warmth in you that you’d forgotten was there. you hadn’t planned to love them, but they’d worked their way into the little cracks between loneliness and anger, without effort or warning. it felt like love. you loved them.

“please, please, please?” gabi’s voice tumbled out, each please more insistent than the last. you pressed your lips together, trying to chase away the smile that wanted to break free, but there was no stopping it. the vendor cleared his throat, glancing at the line of customers that was growing behind you, and that pressure paired with gabiʼs nagging commenced the immediate collapse of any resolve you’d held and any remaining choice you had.

“alright, alright,” you murmured. “three, please,” you said, “two caramel swirls… and a chocolate.”

you pull the coins from your purse, and slide them across the vendor’s counter, a quick glance past the crowd where you know reiner’s somewhere out there, not close but close enough. you dig back into your purse, pull out enough for an extra ice cream, and place it on the wood. “and one more, vanilla.”

the vendor didn't blink. he handed you the cones with a practiced indifference, the soft edges already drooping in the heat, melting faster than they should. gabi snatched hers right away, giving a quick “thanks!” but not really looking at you. she didn’t need to, her appreciation was in her wide-eyed grin and the way she immediately started devouring the cone as if she’d waited years for it. udo took his with a quiet “thank you,” glancing at the cone like it was the first good thing he’d seen all day. falco gave a small nod, not meeting your eyes, as if the simple gesture was too much kindness to take all at once.

you glance at the extra cone in your hand, and you think about the boy—no, man—you had brought it for.

your gaze flickered to the square, and there he was, his silhouette made of pale, ghostly gold and all the fragments that cling to it. the blond of his hair catches and curls like a match struck in silence as he rests on the bench with moss staining its feet in a green kiss. “stay close. don't wander off,” you murmur to gabi and the boys, a mother’s instinct in a stranger’s affection. the market seems to swell as faces blur into patches of color and shadow.

usually heʼd be the one buying them the sweets, trailing behind like he belonged to the children, not the other way around. he’d slip coins to the vendor, barely seen, to make sure the kids stayed kids, get them something sweet to carry home sticky on their fingers. his presence made the kids feel safe. that was his gift to them.

he didn’t see you, not at first, lost in whatever he’d wrapped around himself, his elbows resting on his knees and his eyes focused on something far off, his expression pulled into that mask of solemnity that’s so familiar it hurts. there’s a ghost of a frown in his brow from spending too much time thinking about things he didn’t want to think about. it was only when you were close enough that he looked up, startled, it was clear he wasn't expecting to see you. there was a tension in him, he sort of resembled an animal caught between choices, wanting to flee but rooted to the spot.

“i thought you’d want one,” you said, holding the cone out. it wasn’t often that you spoke to him this way, or at all. not about something as simple as ice-cream.

he stared at it first, then up at you. for a heartbeat you thought he might actually refuse it, let the ice-cream coat your hand with melted stickiness just to spite you for they way you resented him for the past four years.

“they give that to you for free?” he said, his eyes drifted somewhere just beyond the market stalls, like he was only half-invested in the jab.

something in his tone snagged, left a thin, invisible cut. he had every reason to say it, you supposed, but it still bruised in a way it shouldn’t. “no,” you shot back, trying not to let his offhand remark knock too hard against the satisfaction you’d felt just moments ago. “i bought it for you.”

with a breath soft as surrender, he looked up at you, and you could feel it, the way he saw you, had always seen you, from the days you were both cadets stumbling through ranks and routines. he’d always thought you were pretty, even when thought you didn't interact often.

the word devil was supposed to define you. reiner was trained to see you that way, to let a thick wall of prejudice stand between you both, forged over years of lessons and oaths. in marley, they pressed that word into people like you, used it to shape you into something repulsive. it was easy to believe it as a child, to see you through the war-stained images they painted, to think of you as something marley’s soldiers had been trained to conquer and devastate. but somehow, that wall never felt as solid with you. he tried to keep it up, you could tell from the way his gaze would shift from warm to cold so quickly, his jaw setting hard as if he was gripping some old lesson, forcing himself to remember why he wasn’t supposed to care. and you hated him for it as much as you didn’t. it was like he had stolen every sense of belonging from you, yet kept a fragile piece of it alive in himself, offering it back in little moments you refused to trust.

he’d always figured he’d have to wait, maybe forever for that forgiveness, if it came at all. for four years, he’d held onto the hope that one day you might look at him without that burning hatred in your eyes. over time, he’d let that hope slip through his fingers, learning to live in the shadow of what he thought he’d ruined.

but now, standing here, he felt something he hadn’t dared to let himself feel in a long time. the way you looked at him was different—not hardened or distant, but softened, like there was warmth in you meant just for him. it was subtle, but it caught him completely off guard, a look that lingered a little too long, the edges softening just enough for him to see something he’d once believed was lost.

he wanted to say something, anything, to reach out, but he found himself rooted, afraid to break whatever delicate understanding hung between you. he’s always been so careful with you, so mindful of your boundaries. your gaze didn’t waver, and he felt it like a quiet ache, as if, finally, there was a chance your view of him had changed.

he took the cone with hands that were larger than you remembered, rough and scarred and cracked in places. in his grasp, the small offering looked absurdly delicate.

“thanks.”

you settle on the edge of the bench beside him, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his skin, but not quite touching.

“you didn’t have to do this,” he said, his voice subdued, as if he was suppressing emotions that he couldn’t articulate.

“i wanted to,” you reply simply, the words soft but steady, a quiet confession hidden in plain sight. it’s not much, just a simple act of kindness, but it feels like more than that, like a tentative step toward something new, something neither of you quite knows how to name.

“i’m not good at this,” he admits after a long pause, the unexpected confession falling between you. he doesn’t look at you, eyes locked on the melting drip tracing a path down his knuckle.

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “good at what?”

he’s quiet for a moment, so quiet that the hum of the market seems louder, pressing in from all sides. when he finally speaks, his voice is low, almost hesitant. “being close. to anyone.”

you shift slightly, your knee brushing against his leg. it’s so slight it could be an accident, but it’s not. “well, you’re here now.”

he looks up at you then with an unconcealed reverence that makes your heart lurch in your chest, eyes softening around the edges, holding that mix of confusion and hope that makes him look almost boyish. “yeah, i am.”

the silence stretches, but this time it’s warm, inviting. you can see him wrestling with something, the way his jaw tightens, loosens, the way his thumb traces a line across the wood of the bench as if trying to ground himself.

“it’s strange,” he starts, eyes flickering to yours before darting away again, “this..” he nods to the space inbetween you, “feels like more than i deserve.”

your gaze lingers on him, and you swallow back the pool of savila resting on your tongue. “maybe we’re both not good at this,” you whisper, a shy honesty threading through your voice. “but i think we could be.”

he blinks. “you think so?”

“yeah,” you say, the word barely more than a breath but heavy with everything you mean. “i do.”

and for the first time in years, he lets himself believe it.

[starshower1215]

Post-War Levihan Idea [No. 4]

TW: Suicidal thoughts, gaslighting (self-gaslighting)

Levi didn't look when Hange left. He wouldn't meet their eyes, he just touched his fist to their heart and gave them his forgiveness for leaving. He never quite said farewell, not to them, at least, nor did he see what it was that his squad was crying about as the plane took off. Eyes downcast, he said only this: "So long, Hange. Watch over us."

Levihan lenses on. Let's investigate, shall we? Levi doesn't know how Hange died. He never saw them fight, never saw them burn, he has no idea of their last words. In the depths of his wildest nightmares, Hange dies over and over and over. In thousands of ways. Crushed beneath the feet of the titans, knocked into the ocean where they drowned, shredded to bits by their hands, roasted and charred alive as they had been. Had they cried? Had they felt alone in that last flicker of life? Had they smiled, or had they screamed? What had his squad seen, for them to be reacting like that? Levi jolts awake every morning, brittle and half-crumbling beneath the weight of the responses that his mind provides.

But then again, Levi has no clue how Hange died. He didn't see their wounds, didn't watch the light flicker from their eyes. He didn't see the pain. Their last moments in his mind? Unconfirmed. And how does Captain Levi Ackerman document soldiers who are unconfirmed to be alive or dead?

Missing in action.

So Levi is wheelchair-bound, broken, exhausted, falling apart, and alone save for this single soul who went missing. Well, what was it again that everyone kept telling him? Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Connie. Even Onyankapon, now. Oh, yes: "You've done enough to help us, Captain. Rest now, and live for yourself."

So he does. And he chooses to spend his life searching for his lost friend, his Hange.

In the initial idea, Levi was hallucinating once again (this account has been over his hallucinations, but it's not done yet). He's sad and depressed and has nothing to live for anymore, so his Monkey Brain has to design something to keep him going.

He lays in bed some nights, unable to fall asleep, even after Falco came by and made him tea. Even after Onyankapon embarrassed them both by trying to set him to sleep with a story. Even after Gabi sang, albeit terribly, to try to soothe him. He just pretends at that point, afraid to be a burden, until they go away and his eyes pop right back open. The thoughts run rampant, then, when his mind conjures up the ghosts of his loved ones, their bloodied and bruises corpses staring back with empty eyes.

"Wouldn't it be better if I just died, right here? Nobody would have to come by anymore, or see me in this pathetic state, pushing myself in a wheelchair because I can't stand for even a half hour. I wouldn't have to wake up anymore, go to physical therapy, try to feel happy when there's nothing for me to be happy about. We made it to the end, didn't we? Why can't I rest?"

"Why would you rest?" He sees for the first time that Hange isn't there. The voice is a hush in his ear, but still it overtakes the volume of his thoughts. "Hange is missing from you. Where is Hange, Levi?"

He stiffens. "Hange is gone."

"Gone where?"

"Gone..." Levi is baffled into a scowl. He really, really doesn't want to think about that. He doesn't want to cry himself to sleep. "Just gone. Shut up and let me sleep."

But he swears he hears their voice, low and deep in the air. "I haven't been gone that long, clean freak. Don't you remember me?"

Levi jolts, wide awake.

Where is it coming from? The curtains billow, as though disturbed by the sky's cold breath, yet he feels no breeze. Hange's voice comes again. "What have I been trying to teach you this whole time?"

Lightning flashes outside his balcony, then the night is invading. Pressing into his bedroom from every crack in the walls, from the balcony, the slit beneath the door, rushing in like water. It's a typhoon of indigo, speckled with light, and it twists and whirls until it's sunken into the shapes and curves of Hange's body.

He's been here before. "The paths," Levi and Hange both say.

Hange grins. "I didn't know how else to find you."

"But you found me." Levi blinks several times, shakes his head like a dog, but they're there. Hidden in a cloak of night, but they're there. He feels his eyes welling up and he swipes at them quickly. He wants to see.

"I don't think I can stay for long." Their voice reverbrates in the cavern of the bedroom. "But we'll see each other again, won't we? You'll come find me. You always do."

"That's not possible. You're gone."

Hange's gaze softens. "I'm right here, Levi."

A tear slips down his cheek. He can't believe they're making him say it out loud, and he hates how helpless it makes him sound. How small he feels when it's out in the open. "You're gone."

Hange regards him, quiet for once. "You don't believe that. I refuse to believe that I didn't rub off on you. You have more hope than that, Levi. Even in this hopeless world." Their fingers brush his, and he's shocked by the flush of warmth their touch brings. "I know it. I came all this way to find you, didn't I?

"The least you could do is find me, too."

Levi jolts, wide awake.

He stares at his ceiling in a cold sweat. He feels as though he's being torn in two directions. On one hand, Hange was gone. They had to be gone. He'd gone through all this pain, knowing they were gone. To delve back into the past was to undo all he'd fought for since they'd left.

But what if they weren't gone? What if they really were out there, broken bodied and half-alive, but alive? It was difficult to think about either way, but could there be a possibility?

Levi recalls their voice, their touch, their reminder. He turns over his thoughts in his mind one last time, then pulls himself out of bed. He can't stay for long, after all.

Hange is waiting.

-----

At some point, I transitioned into fictional writing. Hopefully that made sense. Anyway:

So, deep down, he knows himself well enough to trick himself. He's always been a hero. He can get up if it means he'll be someone's hero, because Captain Levi is Captain Levi, and who is Levi, if not the person who feeds others when he's still hungry himself?

And to be Hange's hero, when they've saved him so much? When they came to him, warm as a hearth and inviting as a home, like no one ever had before? It isn't even up for discussion. He'll do it.

After all, what did he dedicate his heart to?

End Note: I think in some languages, the verb "to miss" is kind of translated directly like "You are missing from me." The source was likely a delusion, but that in mind, this may just be Levi missing Hange to a big, big extent.

[seeingivy]

birds of a feather track list please!!!!

so glad you asked my beloved 💌

speak now -> this was connie's request! but he wrote it as a silly goofy joke to kind of get her back into writing before she tried to really confront things that were going on

style -> request from maki from the met gala chapter!

how you get the girl -> I mentioned that when they did requests, reiner and connie gave her silly ones to kind of give her something fun to write cuz they figured that's what she needed. hence, how you get the girl. also reiner only gave her this request so he could tell eren to "take notes" after she sang it

slut -> this is about sasha and niccolo! in a world of boys, niccolo is a gentleman! and this is first time sasha has had someone interested in her/liked her. respectfully she do not gaf what anyone says

all american bitch -> sukuna ofc. my prince. my king among men.

glue song ft. falco -> for the sweetest babies eva! gabi requested this one from one of the chapterss

tolerate it -> jeankasa

who's afraid of little old me? -> levi. I feel like him and y/n would relate on the whole I was tame, I was gentle, till the circus life made me mean :(

clara bow -> falco asks y/n to write a song about gabi just bc he wants to see her that happy by having her like icon write a song about her.

stick season -> armin!!! I feel like there is something really melancholy and sad...about that song and I feel like it's something that they would write together when they were kind of relating about not getting over things as fast as other people or not feeling like they were doing it righ t

this love -> but of course.

birds of a feather -> y/n as the only writer!!!! hehe

[smua70]

Chapter 21, Uptown Funk and Amadeus, of The War of the Hs is up!

The dance-off and rescue wind down, but the situation in Hell is about to freeze over.

A chant of “Amadeus, Amadeus!” draws his attention. Sure enough, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, still wearing his distinctive white wig and red coat, emerges. By his side is the Austrian rock singer Falco, encouraging everyone to sing along to his biggest hit. Wolfgang seems to enjoy the attention, for he grins and waves at the crowd of souls. Behind him, Beethoven sings “Ode to Joy.” After him come even more composers and performers and singers from every genre of music: jazz, rock, country, gospel, and many more. John Lennon passes by with Roy Orbison; George Harrison, with Ravi Shankar.

“There goes Dame Vera Lynn,” Aziraphale breathes in an awed voice. “She sang our song, Crowley!”

“I remember.” A quick miracle sends her to the front of the line climbing up the staircase. Another miracle helps him find Freddie Mercury. The rock legend appears as he did at the height of his career, in a sleeveless white shirt and blue jeans.

Crowley cups his hands around his mouth and bellows, “Freddie! Over here!”

“Anthony, darling!” he calls back. “I should’ve known you were behind this!”

[lonelynpc]

I know playing music is quite common in the OR but I want to know, have you ever had any songs be 'banned'?. Yknow, it's maybe really fucking annoying or it's been played to many times ect. I was told by a friend's dad that copacobana was banned from their OR because it kept being played on the radio and they all hated it to an almost primal degree.

i always love your asks, they're so fun

oh yeah, we've got a few! it depends on the team! i'll put some below with the team they're banned by and why (if there's a reason).

i will also say, there was a time where my consultant and i were banned from controlled the music because we would go, "okay, i'll go to the next," then play never gonna give you up.

you've got a friend in me by randy newman: banned by the anaesthetics team because it's annoying and we all hate it but every surgeon had it on their playlist for some reason.

smooth operator by sade: banned by a neurosurgeon because "i hated it when it came out and i hate it now".

hey sexy lady by shaggy: banned by almost all teams because of the phase where my team and i would watch that one pedro pascal edit behind the drapes.

down with the sickness by disturbed: banned by trauma because it came on shuffle while we had a septic patient in.

so what'cha want by the beastie boys: banned in the 90s because of my consultant. i don't know what he did but it got banned and is still banned to this day. i saw him try to play it once and the surgeon said, "teddy, you know the rule."

wish by nine inch nails: banned by an orthopaedic surgeon after i put it on. he said, "i do not like this".

promiscuous by nelly furtado: banned by urology because my consultant and i would sing it together. we didn't take parts, we both just put on a different voice for each part.

rock me amadeus by falco: banned by my anaesthetics team because we just really hate it.

kiss from a rose by seal: banned by an ENT surgeon because "it's annoying" even though she always sang along.

funky cold medina by tone-loc: banned by a really grumpy cardiothoracic surgeon, no clue why because we all loved it.

[leleamo]

Part 11

the day arrived, the birds with six wings and three eyes

they sang and perched on the wooden fence of the great stone palace, and the one walking down the corridor was Slippy, slightly tired but enjoying the different birds that perched on his head or his fingers.

- that's weird...

— what happened, sir Toad? — the beautiful Anabel approached the little Toad, who blushed in surprise

— oh, nothing... I just... I've never seen a bird with six wings, hehe... I mean, the ones there only have two wings and eyes... hehe, is there anyone from that planet that evolved from that bird?

— well, yes, probably...

— wow, there must be so many cool things in this place! hehehe, oh, bye bird!— the little bird flew away

—... yes... sir Toad... i have to say... i never left Radia, this planet hasn't been unknown to me for a long time, but... I've never been able to leave here... so... I wanted to know... what it's like your planet..? Is it fascinating? bright? charming?

—... I'm not going to tell you anything! hehe, when everything is over and I hope everything ends well, I'll take you to Corneria!

—....hahahaha!! I can't leave here, Sir Toad, I'm the empress.

— but only for one day! What about?

— ah.. if Star Fox doesn't fail in its mission, maybe so...

— yeah!! hehehe, oh I'm hungry..

— we have potatoes, do you like?

— yes! — so, the cute green double went to eat breakfast..

a while later, after some good potatoes, Slippy and Anabel went to receive the rest of the Star Fox, who had gone to get the Arwings

— Guys!!— Slippy gave Falco a hug, who didn't seem very happy to see his friend

— hi you lazy, next time you will wake up and bring your own Arwings, I had to come back twice just because of you, lazy

— you didn't wake me up because you didn't want to! Hehehe

— next time I'll wake you up with a kick, hehehe

As the jokes continued, Anabel looked at the Arwings, enchanted.

— heavens... how do you fly in that...?

— I can take you for a ride someday! — Slippy spoke with cuteness, and sympathy

— Are you flirting with her, Slippy? — Falco said laughing, while Slippy blushed and Anabel clearly didn't know what flirting was, anyway, Fox approached the empress

— good morning, Anabel, did your soldiers find anything from the leader of the Guepardo team?

— no, unfortunately, I suspect she is in the desert area of ​​Radia

— so let's go there now!!

part 10 - part 12

[purringysalamiri]

All of Lieutenant Gregg

2/2

[ariekdimas]

Penerbang No.1 - Bagian 1

Setiap anak memiliki cita-cita yang ingin mereka raih. Cita-cita melambangkan tujuan, seperti apa seorang anak menjalani kehidupannya nanti. Memiliki cita-cita dapat membawa harapan pada anak untuk mencapai impian yang ingin ia raih.

Tidak hanya berlaku untuk anak-anak di planet bumi saja, namun juga bagi anak-anak nun jauh di luar galaksi sana. Yakni disebuah planet yang Bernama Aquila. Planet ini memiliki kondisi yang hampir mirip dengan planet bumi. Dimana pada planet ini juga memiliki bintang induk seperti matahari, yang bernama Rhraa. Planet ini juga memiliki atmosfer dan kontur geografis yang mirip dengan bumi. Kemudian pada planet ini juga sebagian besar tertutup oleh Samudra dan terdapat pula beragam vegetasi tetumbuhan hijau yang menghasilkan oksigen.

Bedanya adalah pengguni dan peradaban di planet ini banyak dilakukan diatas langit. Ya, bukan ras manusia yang menempati di planet ini, melainkan adalah ras Aquilian. Ciri orang-orang Aquilian juga mirip dengan manusia bumi hanya saja mereka memiliki sayap yang tumbuh dibelakang punggungnya.

Karena memiliki sayap, bangsa Aquilian memiliki kemampuan untuk terbang. Lalu mereka juga memiliki kekuatan dan stamina fisik yang lebih kuat dibandingkan dengan manusia bumi. Selain itu, panca indra mereka lebih tajam terutama pada penglihatan dan pendengaran. Penglihatan bangsa Aquilian bahkan hampir sama seperti mata elang

Bangsa Aquilian selalu mengadakan kompetisi terbang dunia Bernama “World Aquila Winged Racing Championship” untuk menentukan siapa Penerbang Nomor 1 di planet tersebut. Pemegang gelar nomor satu selama 5 tahun berturut-turut masih di pegang oleh seorang Aquilian bernama Falco el Draco.

Falco adalah seorang pria bertubuh atletis dan berotot dengan tinggi diatas rata-rata, berambut coklat gelap keriting. Ia memiliki sayap berwarna hitam serta menggunakan seragam berwarna kuning dengan symbol petir ditengahnya.

***

Jauh sebuah desa kecil tinggallah seorang anak laki-laki yang begitu mengidolakan Falco el Draco. Bahkan sampai kamarnya full berisi poster, figure dan sprei Falco. Anak ini bernama Caleum Noir atau yang akrab dipanggul Cal. Ia hidup dalam keluarga yang sederhana bersama ayah dan ibunya, dimana ayahnya merupakan seorang penempa besi local yang biasa membuat seragam khusus untuk kompetisi Aquila Race.

“Benar-benar pertandingan yang luar biasa pemirsa! Pemenang World Aquila Sky Racing Championship tahun ini kembali dipegang oleh jawar akita Falcooo el Dracoo!!”

Suara siaran tv menggema kencang dari dalam kamar Cal.

“Lesgooo Falco!” teriak Cal

“Cal.. ayo siap-siap, hari ini adalah hari pertama kamu berangkat ke sekolah” Panggil sang Ibu yang kemudian menghampiri kamar Cal.

“Baik bu” Cal langsung berlari melesat keluar

“Ibu, bisakah aku menjadi juara penerbang hebat seperti Falco nanti?” tanya Cal.

“Bisa asal kamu belajar dengan giat dan baik. Lalu jangan lupa untuk perjuangkan mimpimu itu dengan sungguh-sungguh ya nak” kata sang Ibu sembari menunduk dihadapan Cal dan menepuk pundaknya”

Caleum tersenyum dan segera pamit kepada kedua orangtuanya untuk berangkat ke sekolah.

“Aku khawatir.. Bagaimana cara kita memberitahukannya ke Cal ya Pah?”

“Tenang, Cal anak yang cerdas, kuat dan penuh semangat. Dia pasti akan menemukan jalan untuk bisa menggapai mimpinya.”

Ternyata waktu kecil dulu Caleum pernah didiagnosis dokter kalau sayapnya tidak bertumbuh dengan baik.Saat usia Cal tiga tahun,  ia pernah dibawa ke dokter  oleh ayah dan ibunya. Alasannya karena sayap Cal belum tumbuh.  

Saat ini usia Cal sudah menginjak 7 tahun, sayap nya memang sudah tumbuh. Namun Jika diperhatikan, ukuran sayap Cal lebih kecil dibanding anak-anak lain seusianya.

Kalaupun bisa terbang, kemungkinan ia tidak bisa kuat untuk terbang lama. Sebagai anak kecil yang polos ia belum mengetahui tentang ini.

Yang ia tahu bahwa ia harus berusaha dengan giat agar bisa menjadi penerbang no.1

[Bersambung]

[telltalebatman]

i am fucking fuming, i got off my meds recently in agreement w/ my psychiatrist and it seems like my body finally caught up to it bc recently i've just been looking like a crying cat non-stop. or just straight up crying. over nothing.

well, today shit hit the fan. i fucking WEPT. over NOTHING. list of songs that i played in the bg to distract myself that didn't work in the slightest:

planet of the bass

sweet transvestite (from rocky horror picture show) (u guys ever cried ur eyes out while tim curry sang in the background? cuz i did)

dragostea din tei

songs that FINALLY WORKED:

gay frogs remix (finally, alex jones contributed to a single good thing)

rock me amadeus (falco) (i do not speak german)

rasputin (boney m)

[popblank]

I was able to take a short holiday road trip and managed to catch Bat Out Of Hell last week at the Paris Theater before the production closes. Quick thoughts:

Fun show & the cast sang the hell out of it (of course); I particularly liked the scenes with Falco and Sloane.

Unfortunately there was no program so I am assuming the roles were played as listed on the website cast page.

It was all emotion, mostly sung with minimal dialogue and very little plot. After reading the show summary on Wikipedia it is clear that a lot of details were removed in order to create this 90-minute, one-act Vegas version.

It is the second show I have seen this month featuring bombastic 70s and 80s rock music with a plot featuring young lovers in a vaguely dystopian society. Despite the lack of plot I thought this one was a bit more emotionally believable and I can see why fans would like these characters. It also had what I assume is a bigger budget, which was most visible to me in the stage and set.

Favorite random detail: Raven drawing all over her arm while singing heartbroken in her room.

Use of live video was interesting since it was usually in Raven’s bedroom which was a visible part of the set but slightly obscured. Sometimes I found myself trying to watch both the screen and the actual people which didn’t work too well.

Audience seemed to be very appreciative. There were a few people who were clearly show fans. 

The orchestra section was mostly full but mezzanine was very empty.

[ruou-tot]

Ruou Vang Contrada Del Falco

Khám Phá Rượu Vang Contrada Del Falco

Rượu vang Contrada Del Falco là một trong những dòng vang đỏ đặc sắc nhất của Ý, được sản xuất bởi Cantina San Donaci ở Salento. Chai rượu này không chỉ đơn thuần là thức uống, mà còn là sự kết tinh của nghệ thuật sản xuất rượu, mang lại trải nghiệm thưởng thức tuyệt vời cho những tín đồ yêu thích vang đỏ.

Hương Vị Độc Đáo Của Contrada Del Falco

Contrada Del Falco được làm từ sự kết hợp khéo léo giữa ba giống nho bản địa quan trọng của vùng, bao gồm 50% Negroamaro, 25% Malvasia và 25% Primitivo. Chai rượu này thu hút ánh nhìn ngay từ lần đầu với màu đỏ ruby tuyệt đẹp, ánh phản chiếu của garnet mang đến cảm giác sang trọng. Hương thơm nồng nàn từ các loại trái cây có cùi màu đỏ như dâu đen, quả mâm xôi, kèm theo mận khô, rượu anh đào, sherry và gia vị như hạt ca cao. Không thể không nhắc đến hương balsamic nhẹ nhàng, mang đến một sự cân bằng hoàn hảo cho hương vị tổng thể.

Khi thưởng thức, bạn sẽ cảm nhận được độ chát tương đối cao của Contrada Del Falco. Những nốt hương trái cây trên mũi tiếp tục phát triển, tạo ra một trải nghiệm phong phú trên vòm miệng. Tannin mịn màng của rượu mang lại cấu trúc rõ ràng và hậu vị dài lâu. Chắc chắn rằng rượu vang Contrada Del Falco sẽ xứng đáng với số tiền bạn bỏ ra để sở hữu nó trong bộ sưu tập của mình. Để tìm hiểu thêm về rượu vang Contrada Del Falco, hãy truy cập Rượu Tốt.

Kết Hợp Ẩm Thực Với Rượu Vang Contrada Del Falco

Rượu vang Contrada Del Falco phát huy hết tiềm năng của mình ở nhiệt độ phục vụ lý tưởng khoảng 18 đến 20°C. Nó kết hợp tuyệt vời với các món khai vị đậm đà và mì ống, đặc biệt là những món ăn kèm với nước sốt như Ragù hoặc Pesto. Hương vị của nó cũng hoàn toàn phù hợp với các món thịt nướng, như bít tết mềm, sườn cừu và xúc xích nướng.

Ngoài ra, sự pha trộn giữa Negroamaro, Malvasia và Primitivo cũng làm nổi bật hương vị của các món ăn từ thịt thú săn. Đối với những tín đồ yêu thích hương vị mạnh mẽ, phô mai cứng như Parmesan hoặc Pecorino là sự kết hợp lý tưởng với rượu vang Contrada Del Falco. Tính linh hoạt của Contrada Del Falco thể hiện rõ khi thưởng thức cùng pizza và các món thịt hầm, mang đến sự cân bằng tinh tế cho mọi bữa ăn.

Giải Thưởng Danh Giá Của Rượu Vang Contrada Del Falco

Rượu vang Contrada Del Falco không chỉ thu hút người thưởng thức bởi hương vị mà còn được công nhận qua nhiều giải thưởng danh giá. Một số thành tích nổi bật của rượu bao gồm:

Huy Chương Vàng – Mundus Vini 2018

Huy Chương Vàng – Berliner Wein Trophy 2017

Niên giám các loại rượu vang Ý tốt nhất của Luca Maroni 2020

Huy Chương Đồng - International Wine Challenge

98/100 Điểm bởi Decanter World Wine Awards

91/100 Điểm bởi I Vini Di Veronelli

Khám Phá Cantina San Donaci

Cantina San Donaci, nơi sản xuất rượu vang Contrada Del Falco, ra đời từ năm 1933 với sự hợp tác của 12 nông dân địa phương. Mục tiêu ban đầu của nhà máy là phát triển kinh tế cho quê hương thông qua sản xuất nông nghiệp. Hiện nay, Cantina San Donaci có khoảng 300 thành viên hợp tác và sản lượng nho hàng năm dao động từ 25.000 đến 30.000 tạ.

Với tổng diện tích 320 hecta vườn nho, Cantina San Donaci tận dụng lợi thế về thổ nhưỡng và khí hậu của Salento để sản xuất nho chất lượng cao. Hệ thống trồng nho truyền thống được kết hợp với các phương pháp canh tác hiện đại, đảm bảo cho nho phát triển mạnh khỏe.

Cantina San Donaci không chỉ là một nhà sản xuất rượu vang, mà còn đóng vai trò quan trọng trong việc phát triển ngành công nghiệp rượu vang của vùng Salento và cả nước Ý. Tinh thần đoàn kết và cam kết với chất lượng đã giúp Cantina San Donaci trở thành một trong những cái tên hàng đầu trong làng rượu vang Italia.

[dswcp]

🖤love this creep🖤

Bonus panels: my face when I’m looking at Vader

Credits under the cut:

“Return to Vader’s Castle,” issue 1. Marvel. October 2, 2019. Writer: Cavan Scott. Penciller, Inker, and Colorist: Francesco Francavilla. Letterer: AndWorld Design.

“Return to Vader’s Castle,” issue 5: “Night of the Lava Zombies.” Marvel. October 30, 2019. Writer: Cavan Scott. Penciller and Inker: Charles Paul Wilson III. Letterer: AndWorld Design. Colorist: David Garcia Cruz.

“Return to Vader’s Castle,” issue 5. Marvel. October 30, 2019. Writer: Cavan Scott. Penciller, Inker, and Colorist: Francesco Francavilla. Letterer: AndWorld Design.

“Darth Vader: Dark Lord of the Sith,” issue 21. Marvel. September 12, 2018. Writer: Charles Soule. Penciller: Giuseppe Camuncoli. Inker: Daniele Orlandini. Letterer: Joe Caramagna. Colorist: David Curiel.

“Star Wars Annual 4.” Marvel. May 23, 2018. Writer: Cullen Bunn. Pencillers and Inkers: Ario Anindito, Roland Boschi, and Marc Laming. Letterer: Clayton Cowles. Colorists: Jordan Boyd and Andres Mossa.

Star Wars Newspaper Comic Strip: “Princess Leia, Imperial Servant.” December 25, 1979 (Merry Christmas, Leia!). Writer: Russ Helm. Illustrator: Russ Manning.

Star Wars Newspaper Comic Strip: “Bring Me the Children.” March 5, 1980. Writer: Don Christensen. Illustrator: Russ Manning.

“Lost Stars,” Volume 2, Chapter 8. September 3, 2019. Original YA novel by Claudia Gray. Adaptation and Illustration by Yusaka Komiyama.

“Dark Times 7: A Spark Remains,” issue 3. Dark Horse. September 18, 2013. Writer: Randy Stradley. Penciller: Douglas Wheatley. Colorist: Dan Jackson.