#if you enjoy music mostly

[aroaceleovaldez]

i would like to say my ideal PJO adaptation (if i was being physically forced against my will to have to pick a live action adaptation over an animated one for some reason) would be a combo like writing of the musical + casting of the show + visuals of the movies

BUT the show actually does have the playwright for the musical as one of the major writers for like three episodes and that did nothing for it. so...

[backpackingspace]

Okay listen odysseus is ha! I was lying to you wasn't that funny rat bastard and penelope is no no I was telling the truth it's not my fault that you didn't catch the deliberate misinformation rat bastard

[vv-ispy]

nameless bard ameno archon au.............

[cassiaslair]

from i prevail's album, trauma ( 2019 ). slightly modified to fit dialogue prompts. if it's in parentheses, feel free to omit it.

bow down.

get on your knees & bow down.

i come alive, i'll survive, take on anything.

so paint a target on my back, let 'em come to me.

i'm on another level that you'll never reach.

if you seek forgiveness, you'll get nothing from me.

you will never know, it's the price i pay.

look into my eyes, we are not the same.

i'm in control, & you'll know my name.

i gave my life, gave it everything.

the best of your best ain't good enough.

keep running your mouth, & i'ma call your bluff.

so... i had this dream, it meant everything, & i watched it come alive.

i let you in, underneath my skin, & i learned to love the lies.

now i lay awake & i contemplate... have i become what i hate?

would you go to war? would you die for it?

paranoid.

something isn't right, i feel it in my bones.

every time i look around, it follows me home.

i get so stressed out when my head gets loud.

all this emptiness inside, i can't fill the void in my mind.

sometimes i just wanna die (wish that i could tell you why).

is it all inside my head?

i just can't escape the noise.

i think i'm paranoid.

every time you leave.

all i ever wanted was to find someone.

holding it together is the hardest part.

every time you leave, i lose a little piece of me.

every time we speak, words don't do it justice.

it's just us from here.

finishing the puzzle is the hardest part.

everyday wishin' you could stay, 'cause our minds may change, but our hearts remain.

i can't believe you gotta go away again.

if you ever start to hesitate & you feel the weight, it starts to break.

we're not the same; know that this means everything to me.

no one said life gets in the way.

rise above it.

i've been patiently waiting, tying my stomach in knots.

i've been lost in the moment, going to war with my thoughts.

if you're feeling the pressure, the pressure's all that i got.

so if you think you're ready, i'm here to tell you you're not.

you're in over your head.

i'll be damned if i ever let you get me again.

i will stop at nothing 'cause i was made to rise above it.

one of these days, everyone will know (but for now i stand alone).

i count my enemies like trophies.

i've got nothing left to prove.

when i look at you, all i see are trophies.

i'm not afraid to put it all on the line (like it runs in my veins).

you cannot stop me, so don't even try.

breaking down.

i think... i think too much.

i'm a little bit paranoid.

i think i'm breaking (down).

maybe it's in my blood.

hate every single second, minute, hour, every day.

everybody's out to get you.

every time they ask me, i just tell 'em that i'm fine.

i try to hide my demons, but they only multiply.

everybody fucking hates you.

i say i'm feeling hopeless, but no one's listening.

i don't really like myself.

DOA.

on our knees, we pray as we waste away.

we dig our grave, dead on arrival.

i close my eyes & contemplate on why i chose to be great.

i find myself trying to escape from where i'm supposed to be safe.

maybe i should pray like i'm supposed to be saved.

sometimes i feel like getting even, but i choose to behave.

i'm mentally locked in a prison (& i need bail).

i wish i was more flourished. i wish i had more courage.

i wonder if it's all worth it (i wonder...).

dead is the land of the free.

am i not worth saving?

gasoline.

let's burn it fucking down.

back from the dead to tell you that i'm alive.

killed the old way (but i survived).

fuck the blueprint.

death or exile, you decide.

tell 'em all that i made my name.

now it's mine to send up in flames.

this right here is as far as you go.

this right here is where i lose control.

burn it all down, i don't give a fuck.

fuck what they say, fuck everything.

kill it all (kill everything).

nothing but red inside when i close my eyes.

break or bow down, you decide.

tell 'em all that you can't be saved.

tell 'em all that you dug this grave.

learn to live in this mess you made.

hurricane.

tell me i was never good enough.

remind me of the demons that i've been running from.

tell me who the hell you thought i was.

just blame it on the person, the person i've become.

lately, i don't give a fuck.

i can't be myself when i'm with anyone.

(&) maybe, i'm already gone.

i'll never be the same.

it hit me like a hurricane.

i don't know why i drown my mind (in everything they say).

it got the best of me.

tell me that i'm lost inside my mind.

i reach out, but it's pulling me under.

remind me i've been searching for something i won't find.

tell me i was never worth the time.

just blame it on the person you think i left behind.

look into my eyes.

believe me that the storm is coming.

let me be sad.

i'm holding back right now.

('cause) i'm numb to what's around.

i miss the life i used to have (with you right here).

now everything is turning grey.

i'm blacking out the shades for now.

let me be sad.

let me be sad, even for a little while. just a chance to catch my breath.

let me be sad, even for a little while, 'cause it's all that i have left.

can you see it in my eyes, i've been distant?

i can't tell if it's the end or the beginning.

i know i haven't been myself, i'll admit it.

i put up walls so if i burned any bridges, just know i'm doing everything i can to try & fix it (but knowing me i'll probably miss it).

these voices get so vicious.

feels like i'm ripping stitches.

i wish some days i could go back (before life changed, it was so fast).

that time is gone, & i know that (so please, let me be sad).

when all i see are memories, i don't wanna lose a thing.

low.

i'm so damn low.

i can't lie, i'm falling (the floor gave out again).

the walls are caving in.

i've got these voices in my head.

i don't know why i'm broken.

my world is sinking in.

they tell me that i'm not enough.

is it my time?

even when i'm high, i still feel low.

voices in my head won't leave me alone.

i keep falling.

i'm in over my head again.

i'm on my own, i know it.

i think i'm too far gone to save.

i can't let go. i'm holding, i feel it slip away.

the more they say, the more they cut.

i'm hanging by a thread (don't know if i let go).

i'm doing everything i can to fix the problem.

this is how it feels when you hit rock bottom.

deadweight.

i'm cutting out the deadweight.

let me take a second to get this through to you.

it's time you get put in the rearview.

cut ties, there's nothing left to your lies, i'm seeing right through.

let me lay it out so it's clear for you to see.

i'm done with the ones that don't believe.

i'm cutting out the ones who drag me down.

all this negativity weighing down on me.

admit it's so pathetic to think i'd carry you.

i'd rather watch all the lows you sink to.

now i can see what you're really all about.

turn your back & run your mouth.

i laugh at all the time you wasted.

you're bitter, i can fucking taste it.

so if you think that you can drag me down, it's gonna come back around.

keep it up, motherfucker (i'll cut you out).

i don't belong here.

'cause i don't belong here.

those days, it was all i wanted.

nowadays, it feels all the same.

used to stare at my bedroom ceiling wishing everything would change.

now it's hard when you're always searching for the life that you left behind.

time disappears, year after year.

how the hell did i get here?

i feel so far away.

minutes turn to hours & the hours into days.

i gave up everything.

you don't know what you got until you throw it all away.

looking back on the past, all the time i wasted...

i'm running from everyone that tells me that i'm fading out.

must be mistaken 'cause i don't feel anything.

you know i got this brain, it drives me insane.

some days i feel i can't take the pain.

i can't explain it 'cause i don't need anything.

[pardonmydelays]

"what's your role in the fandom" i am a clown who writes the most terrible posts only liked by two of my mutuals out of pity

[demadogs]

its so weird to me how unlike every other young female artist, olivia rodrigo is the only one treated like shes too young. billie eilish is barely older than her and i never see anybody comment on her age but ive seen so many peoples opinions about olivia revolve entirely around her being young. ive seen people ask others if they listen to her and they’ll reply with “im 25” like they’re above listening to music from someone just five years younger than them. its one thing if you just dont like her music, music is subjective, but some people act like shes an immature teenager and not a young woman making incredible art and succeeding in ways that clearly intimidate you.

what a sad boring life you will live if you refuse to accept newer younger artists into your lives and stick with the same people youve been listening to your whole life who’ve been in the industry for decades.

[skitskatdacat63]

So many people in my real life keep being like "omg I watched dts and I totally understand your obsession with f1!!" NO YOU DON'T 😭😭😭

I try not to be a snob in this way but it's like, I know these people have no intention to actually watch races so it's so *eye twitching* when I get told this. And it's like, yeah I myself got into f1 thru dts technically, but I watched a couple eps, then an actual race, and found the actual races way more interesting, and the rest is history. And I hate how it's like "I got so invested!!" ...yeah with the storyline Netflix is telling. Maybe I'm just an annoying purist, but 😭 I can't keep doing this bcs im not built for responding in a good way djkfkg. I guess for me, I don't understand how dts can be that enjoyable. I didn't really like it too much before I knew much about F1, and I don't like it now bcs I know TOO much about all the actual going-ons. I mean, like there's a reason why I force myself to watch full old races 😭

Okay sorry this is quite bratty of me 😭 I'm just a control freak who's like "stop getting into my hobby not in the way I want you to get into my hobby!!!!!" It's the same energy as people telling me they know wags before they know drivers names. I do not care unless you're interested in watching actual races 😭😭

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

alrighty, here it is~

🩵 The Overmorrow playlist (on youtube) 🩵

The first 11 are songs that encapsulate the mood of the entire story and its overarching themes, mostly about Eph or literally from his pov (I’m on my hands and knees begging you to listen to King, The Next Right Thing, Quiet, and A Little Closer at the very least 🥺)

The 19 after those are various instrumental tracks I listened to while writing and editing to set ✨ the mood ✨ (I do this for all my fics), more or less in chronological order

And finally, once Overmorrow is finished…I’ll add some bonus songs 😃

Hopefully I’ll be able to host this in a better place suited for music (with no ads!) later on, but this’ll do for now. I really hope you like it!!

[brynn-lear]

I never got too deep into enstars but there are days where I miss Mama 😔

[chasing-stardust-22]

im genuinely baffeled like what are these ppl on 😭

Like, I've been in the fandom since 2021, I'm familiar with the "feminization" discourse but...he can't even be associated with the concept of girls? Can we think about the implications here twitter??

[entriprises]

talk about a memory rooster has of his childhood

"i don't want to move to california! i just got on the team!" at age ten, the only thing that seems to matter to bradley is baseball. his mother's decision to move them states away feels personal when she knows how hard he's tried for this. he can't imagine any good from the move-- not when he's so close to fitting in.

"baby, they've got baseball in california," there's a sweet stifled laugh from carole who still has her back to him as seals another box with tape. "they've got beaches and great schools and your uncle pete is in california," she's been trying with all her might to sway her brick wall of a son on the issue for weeks. it seems to fall upon deaf ears every time.

turning, the roll of tape left behind on the box, she's faced with the twisted hurt face of bradley. she's seen this look on him since he was a baby. "you've loved the summers out there. every time we'd leave you'd start up a fuss."

"those were summers!" this is his whole life.

"i'm askin' you to give it a chance, bradley. just a chance."

[tunamayojazz]

a look into yuta and toge's couple dorm life

(template by pckgmeat)

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: December 11

“Only the Lonely Talkin” by Danielle Peck

[pr4yerp0sition]

       Anyway,   I   know   Gakuganji   sent   Isamu   out   on   a   mission   to   oversee   his   potential   ranking.   Never   did   anyone   think   in   Kyoto   Tech   the   quiet,   shy,   odd   boy   would   end   up   bringing   out   a   long   staffed   war   hammer   &&   smashing   his   way   through   swarms.   Most   recognized   that   like   the   Jarvien   family,   the   summoning   of   shikigami   or   placing   cursed   energy   into   puppets   was   how   he   utilized   his   skills   not   athleticism   or   combat   that   relied   on   his   body.   Thankfully,   Naoto   was   the   one   to   instill   in   him   that   while   his   father’s   technique   is   valuable   he   needs   to   fight   solely   with   his   physical   being   as   Naoto   himself   was   aspiring   to   lead   his   family   when   they   were   teens.   While   sometimes   he   is   referred   to   as   Taniguchi,   it’s   important   to   remember   he   only   accepts   the   surname   out   of   politeness   to   tradition   when   he   leans   more   into   his   father’s   side   who   emphasize   an   importance   on   life   &&   striving   to   be   merciful.   He   is   an   interesting   character   since   due   his   nature   of   being   born   overseas,   he   is   an   outsider   in   what   should   be   familiar   though,   he   doesn’t   know   the   land   too   well.   Thus,   Isamu   grants   insight   in   how   the   audience   perceives   the   events   of   the   series,   so,   he   does   act   as   a   guide. 

     It   must   have   been   shocking   this   wraith   of   a   boy,   summoning   his   shikigami   &&   bearing   heavy   blows   in   order   to   utilize   his   form   with   utmost   proficiency.   Bonus   if   he   was   lazily   eating   chupa   pops   during   the   assignment   &&   couldn’t   be   assed   to   give   in   depth   details.   Why   didn’t   he   become   a   sorcerer   that   is   registered?   He   can’t   be   bothered,   he   hates   the   lifestyle,   finds   it   unbearably   cruel   even   if   he   has   admitted   plenty   of   times;   he’s   just   as   unhinged   as   Naoto,   don’t   think   too   much   into   it.   Isamu’s   crux   is   hearing   the   dead,   they   sing   to   him,   they   understand   the   empathy   in   his   heart   is   his   greatest   downfall   &&   weakness,   even   in   time   warning   him   that   he   will   be   thrust   into   an   inferno   that   forces   him   to   fight   where   he   takes   a   more   passive   stance   in   life.   

   Shibuya   always   redefines   an   OC   I’ve   felt,   with   him,   the   severing   of   half   his   hand   along   with   the   onslaught   of   dead   &&   watching   his   beloved   friend   fall   into   a   catatonic   state   showed   his   resolve   &&   merciless   status.   The   open   disgust   &&   bitterness   when   he   speaks   of   past   students   who   have   died   for   nothing,   the   constant   cycle   of   eating   the   young   without   a   care,   how   nothing   truly   changes   as   the   cruelty   breeds   another   cruelty.   After   the   Zen’in   Massacre   he   is   one   to   admit;   it’s   what   was   willed,   they   were   full   of   pride,   hubris,   thus,   their   curse   came   to   a   violent   end   as   it   once   began.   It   was   indicated   in   past   prior   whenever   he   was   found   at   the   Zen’in   estate   he   never   quite   fit   into   the   conventional   roles,   sarcastically   speaking   with   Naoto’s   mother   or   openly   avoiding   Naobito,   he   was   not   designated   as   their   attendant   but   Naoto’s   -   everyone   else   is   null   in   his   life.   IDK   WHERE   THIS   IS   GOING,   except,   he’s   in   conscious   a   good   man   that   surprisingly   breaks   through   the   standardized   barrier   of   what   makes   a   sorcerer   due   to   his   cultural   upbringing   &&   he’s   not   afraid   to   show   his   teeth   like   a   guard   dog   ready   to   pounce.   

[loftwinglullaby]

wow thank you so much

[lesbienneanarchiste]

Obligatory disclaimer that I don't think this is gospel or that the complaints aren't valid bc they are and I will probably continue to complain myself, this is just me spitting into the void a few minutes after waking up while I wait for my coffee to be done. But. I sometimes suspect that a lot of people who complain about the quality of cultural media these days, e.g. movies and books etc, need to just like. Learn how to find the good shit. Is the sequel-and-rebootification bad for film culture as a whole? Yes obviously. Is the tiktokization of a lot of pop music bad for music culture as a whole? Obviously yes. However. Have you considered watching/listening to/reading something that wasn't written in a year starting with a 20? Has it occurred to you that maybe ""booktok"" is not only whatever the first person you see when you search #booktok on the app says? And that there are many people talking about all kind of excellent new releases that show there are plenty of books with literary merit still being written? Published even?

Perfectly valid complaint to be angry about the way arts and media have devolved into Content but I also think some of you are just bad at finding new stuff so you keep reconsuming the same things over and over and talking about how nothing meaningful has ever been made in the last decade.