#in case you hadn't noticed

[goodbadhabit]

touch starved feels like an understatement at this point

[alltoounwellll]

I want to be besties with sirius black but then also make out with him

[ourtalechara]

Can I talk for a moment about the bridge to TNPCTO?

It's my favorite part of the song for various reasons. Due to it being slower, I find it easier and more fun to sing. It also helps change up the pacing relative to the rest of the song. These things might be why it reminds me of the bridge to The Production Line, as that's also a fast paced song that is given some more time to breathe during the bridge.

It's also the section that begins to really tell a story, or a story deeper than simply the takeover itself.

We've sent whimsy down your chimneys for the last two thousand years

The North Pole has, since Christmas first started, been the gifters of presents, whishes, joy. And they've liked it. (The next line may say they don't but shhhh yes they do it's referring to something else trust me)

And forgive me being grinchy but we've had it up to here

Oh look it's the next line. So. Uh. They're sick of this. Of what? Of having their frickin. Christmas stuff stolen.

Took our vision by committee and you've got commercial-eyes

Turned the mystique into mincemeat as you fought over the pie

You parsed our thing through marketing, commodified the cheer

A bunch of companies saw Christmas and were like "ooh. I could make money out of that."

So now you've got a lot of corporations that are trying to use the Christmas spirit as a marketing tactic. They're trying to take genuine joy and whimsy and crush it down into the fine mulch of progress, make a profit by manipulating something generally associated with joy into something that can benefit them.

And what does the North Pole say?

You'll hardly see us arguing; you've got the right idea

They say, "hey, that doesn't sound too bad"

"Why don't we do that?"

But you've dined free on our IP, so make it understood

That licensees, though fine to eat, don't bake the fudging pud

I kind of wish I had a better grasp on the exact meaning of these lines so I could examine them better. But, while I can't really explain them, I think I have a good general understanding of them: this is Christmas. This is our thing. We're going to do what we want with it, especially if it's something that's being done to it anyway.

The rest of the lyrics up until the chorus are still some of my favorites, but they also don't have too much to do with the theme I'm talking about, so I'm going to skip ahead to what is absolutely one of my favorite couplets from the whole song.

You guys chose to monetize it

So why can't those who devised it?

This is an extension of the same things that were said in the bridge, and perhaps what really brings it all together.

We own this. We made this. What right don't we have to do whatever you do to it?

If you want to complain that Christmas has ended up this way, what right did you have to get this ball rolling in the first place?

Isn't it hypocritical? Isn't this what you wanted?

No?

Then why did you start doing it?

[preposterousgreen]

AU in which Cloud's very first real assignment as a Shinra trooper is to bring an empty file box to Sephiroth's office, loiter around awkwardly while he packs up his personal effects, and escort him off company property.

His fave got fucking fired right in front of him. You bet your ass he didn't take that helmet off once during the entire process, never mind open his damn mouth to say anything.

[girljeremystrong]

i think i'm going to read the terror in september

[sissiarte]

The mandatory fanart reblog of the new thing i'm into is done for now

[firephoenix2305]

The little smile as he goes down though 😍

DOCTOR WHO | Rogue

[staghunters]

Anyways Hounds Of Love B-Side (The Ninth Wave), my beloved <3

[alltoounwellll]

I would love to give sirius black a kiss on the mouth

[ley-med]

You know what, it feels really damn nice that at each and every other hospital I've spent a rotation at, someone asked me to consider switching jobs to their hospital.

Like I'm sorry, I absolutely love my hospital and will not trade it for anything, but I'm basking in your appreciation

[writing-hat]

OOOOOHHHH MY GOD

OHHH MY GOOOOOOOOOOD

THIS IS SICK THIS IS INSANE THIS IS HOLY SHIT

MY LITTLE JAY MY CHILD HOLY FUCKING SHIT OMG OMG OMGOMGOMGOGMGGGGGGGG

AND YOU DREW NERVES YOU DID NERVES I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DO YOU REALIZE THAT I LOVE YOUR ART TOO IT'S INSANELY GOOD JESUS FUCKKKK

I AM SHAKING AND SOBBING TEARS ARE ON MY FACE I CAN'T STOP I CANT BREATH I CANT HOLY SHIT

AND THE BRUISE? OW? MY HEART?! IT'S BROKEN NOW

it's in a puddle actually

AND THE NERVES PATH I'M GOING INSANE OVER YOUR ART

YOU ARE FUCKING TALENTED!!!!!!!!

I love this and I love your art I love everything this is beautiful I'll look at this forever from now on

BBNB Jay is having my heart rn

BLOOD AND GORE WARNING BELOW

Here are some skybound requests from the discord!

You BEST BET im not gonna be the one to slack behind when the fandom is doing skybound brainrot.

[vulpixisananimal]

[A:2 C:5]

[Small text = Essentialy unchanged dialog from normal ISAT]

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“Heya, stardust! How can I help you on this wonderful new loop?”

(How CAN they help you? Questions questions. . .) “So, last loop.”

“Big rock trap again, huh?” (Loop closed their eyes and wagged a finger.) That's what happens when you don't look hard enough, stardust!”

(Urgh.) "Hard to see things with one eye."

“Yeah, I know. You'll miss things no matter what, especially with your sight reduced. You shouldn't feel bad. You can loop back and look everywhere again, after all!!!”

(That was... a surprisingly nice thing to say. They have a point, you can’t exactly smell out a key after all, you just need to look again.) 

“I'm always nice, stardust!” (They wink at you.) “. . . . .”

(. . . . ?)

“. . . Anything else, Stardust?” 

(Questions, questions. . .) “. . . Why Stardust?”

(Loops near permanent grin faded for a moment.) “. . . Because you're still here, alive, after everything.”

(Still here?) “After everything?”

(Loop instantly went back to their cheeky facade.) “After going splat under that giant rock of course! Plus it’s cute, My little Stardust~ Cutie patootie Stardust~”

(Ew, but. . .) “You can say you don’t want to answer, it’s fine.”

“But it's so much fun to annoy you instead! Distracting people with puns and jokes is the best way to evade stupid questions.”

(Yeah, you can relate.)

>>>

(Gardening room, second time around getting all the tonics. This time you’re sure to compliment the little dying plant to make Mirabelle happy, and, out of pure curiosity, check where you got the Garden Scissors last time. Just like last time, the world seemed to skip, and it disappeared.)

(As you squeeze through the room to get the last of the tonics, you realize, not for the first time, that everyone unconsciously makes sure to not touch you any more than necessary.)

(. . . It's not the best feeling, but there must be a reason they're not touching you, since everyone’s has, so you leave it alone.)

>>>

(. . . . . Aw stars.)

(There WAS a key hidden in there. It was taped to the underside, so you missed it before. . .You blinding idiot. . . You found the ROCK KEY, fitting. You put it in your pocket.)

(Stupid.)

>>>

(After a quick walk and a key in a lock, you made it to the House library. Stars, it looks like there’s a lot to look at here! Going to the first bookshelf, you gently touch the back of a Vaugardian tragedy you remember liking.)

(Isabeau saw.) “Aw, don't worry Sif, you'll be able to see some plays soon!”

“. . .” (Bonnie shuffled on the spot.) “So, there's. . . There's something I've always wondered.”

“What is it, Bonnie?”

“Well, um. . . You know that stage play Frin brought us to, before we got the last Orb to open the House? In it, The main characters. . . The two men kissed on the mouth, right?”

“Ah”

“Oh gems.”

“Shush, I want to hear this.”

“And so, um. . . When people kiss on the mouth. In plays. They don't REALLY kiss, right? They have some transparent paper in between so their lips don't touch, right???”

“. . .What?”

“What.”

“UH HUH, WHAT?”

(Haha!!) "Yeah, Bonnie. They definitely have paper in between."

“Huh!! Yeah, I knew it!! No one would ever kiss someone on the mouth in a play! Not in front of everyone!!!”

(Isabeau laughed.) “Not in front of everyone!!!!”

“Oh, that's really good.” (Odile chuckled.) “Boniface, this is why you're my favorite.”

“Woohoo!”

(Continuing on, there’s a few other bookcases, the librarian, and a very, very thick book on fishing. Odile takes it. One of the bookshelves is filled with notebooks of all shapes and sizes. They look all out of place; you point it out to Mirabelle.)

“Oh! They're diaries, Siffrin!”

(Odile raises an eyebrow.) “Diaries? in a library??”

“Oh right! you guys do that in Dormont too!” (Isabeau holds up a hand as he talks.) So you know how our belief encourages change, right? Sometimes, when people change, they might not feel any attachment to the people they were before, or want that person to disappear.”

“So some Houses let you donate items that remind you too much of who you were, Like diaries! It's about history! Being able to pick up a diary written by someone a very long time ago? It’s fun!” (He put his hands on his hips.) “I think a lot of people actually give their diaries away so it's like. ‘Look mom, I wrote a book that's in a library’.”

“Ha! I can understand that, then.” (Odile nods.) 

(The idea of anyone reading your deepest, darkest thoughts, even years in the future, completely removed from you. . . Gross!!! You didn’t want anyone reading your thoughts, stars you didn’t want to read your own thoughts!! They’re gross!!)

(Once again, Vaugarde is weird. But also you love drama, so you happily pick the gaudiest, sparkliest diary you see.)

“Oh, this one looks fairly recent!” (Mira takes the book.) We could read a little bit. . . Like, a tiny bit.” 

“Sure.” (You shrug.) “Why not?”

“We do not have time. . .” (Odile gives a half shrug.) “. . . Is what I would usually say, but I'd also love to think about boring, mundane, everyday problems for a bit.

“Belle, pick a page!!!”

“I-I'm reading again? Okay, hmmm. . .” (Mirabelle started flipping through the diary while all of you huddled close to listen.)

"Mom told me to clean my room today. I HATE CLEANING MY ROOM!!! MY ROOM ISN'T EVEN DIRTY!! WHY DOESN'T SHE UNDERSTAND!!!!!!! Urgh. Also, Dad said a big boat showed up with a lotta weird people on it? And then when mom and dad were talking about it they realized they couldn’t say the name of the island north of Vaugarde anymore? I tried to say it yesterday and I got like the WEIRDEST headache for HOURS. Might trick my friends into saying it tomorrow."

(The rest is just doodles of a little girl laughing uproariously.)

(Odile adjusts her glasses and thinks for a moment.) “Ah, the island north of Vaugarde, I remember when it happened. . . Well, remember isn’t the right word, is it? That sort of event wouldn’t exactly be easy to miss.”

“I think uhm, I think my village was really close to it. My sister said it got super busy with people showing up.” (Bonnie shrugs.) “I was really young though, so I don’t remember it.”

“Oh it’s just so frightening. . .” (Mirabelle hugged the diary close.) “All of those people showing up out of the blue, lost, confused, looking like they just came out of a terrible nightmare. . . I’m glad your sister didn’t get caught up in that, Bonnie!”

“. . . Yeah. . .” (Bonnie sulks down, looking away.)

“. . .”

“. . .”

“. . .”

“. . . Uhm That country's name. . . What was it's name again?” (Bonnie asks, looking up again.)

“Oh, I think it was something like--”

“DONT!”

“SAY IT!!!”

“CRAB!!!!!”

“NYEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!”

(. . . . . Huh! What an interesting diary entry! Anyways, on to the next bookshelf. Looking through this one, there was a book that caught your eye. “Effort: The Key To Meaningful Change.” You open the book, and yep! You take the PAPER KEY. Pretty on the nose hiding place.)

(You pause for a second as you’re leaving, looking at one of the walls. It’s fake. It’s a fake wall. You KNOW it’s a fake wall. You can feel a slight breeze coming from the wall, which means there’s a space behind it. You double check it, nothing. Triple check, nothing. Stars you KNEW it was a fake wall but. . . .)

(. . . You give up. It’s probably not important anyways.)

>>>

(Time to explore the right side!)

(Going through, you breezed through a classroom, but there wasn’t much of note. A few tonics, some books and papers from kids, nothing too interesting. But as you continued down the hall, you had to pause as you turned a corner. You smelled the air.)

(It was getting sweet again, sugary sweet, really, really sickly sugary sweet. You made a face.)

“I-is everything okay, Siffrin?”

(Uh,) “I think one of those strong sadness is coming up, like from before?”

“Oh!!”

“Will you be alright, Sif?”  (Isabeau asks.)

“Yes, we don’t want you to have another coughing fit now, do we?”

“‘Frin Should put a clothes pin on their nose, then they’ll be UNSTOPPABLE!!!”

“HAHA!! TOO TRUE!!”

(You smile softly at the banter, you had yet to go through the first weird sadness fight without a coughing fit. It was just too sweet.) “I’ll be fine, promise.”

(Although, something to clog your nose wasn’t a bad idea. You filed the idea away for later and continued on, stopping at a door where the smell was strongest. You put a hand on the handle, and another on your dagger. Looking back, everyone else was ready, too. You open the door.)

(Aha! Just as you thought! Mirabelle stands side-by-side with you as you tug your cloak over your nose.) “A sadness!”

“Another weird-smelly one!!”

“Like the one that gave us a crest?”

“Wait, Siffrin, how were you able to-”

(Odile is interrupted by Nostalgie turning to the party.)

“N-no time, madame! Let’s get ready!!”

(You snap your fingers, [MAKE UP THE TIME], your wispy tendrils of craft energy boosting your allies just like last time. Mirabelle followed up by holding her hands up, and discs of light burst from them, and passed through you and your allies. Strength AND speed! Nice!)

“The last one was paper type.” (Odile thinks.) “Let’s see if there’s a pattern.” (She holds up her paper sign, and geometric shapes form around her palm before flying at the Sadness, but glances off, leaving only small scratches.)

(The Nostalgie didn’t like that, it seems, so it charged right back at Odile and slashed at her, making her stumble back to a knee. Isabeau didn’t miss a beat, and ran in with a rock sign! A ghostly hand covered Isa’s own and he used it to pound the Nostalgie.)

(It didn’t take long after that, you tagged back to Isabeau for a follow up, Mira healed Odile, who then used another rock skill. All it took was a couple extra hits and it was good as gone. As soon as it collapsed to the ground, you did, too, gasping for air.)

“Woah Sif, careful, the air isn’t going anywhere.” (Isabeau kneels down next to you.) “Need a minute?”

(You nod, and keep breathing, eventually standing up again. Mira hands you a tissue, you blow your nose.) “. . . Thanks, sorry.”

“No need to be sorry, Siffrin.” (Odile reassures,) “Although, I am still curious about how you’re able to tell the scent of a specific sadness.”

(You shrug.) “It was, just really strong?”

“. . . . . . . . . I see.” (She's looking at you.) “I did not smell a thing. Are you sure there is no other reason?”

(You smile with your eyes tilted in a confused way.) “Not, that I know of???”

“Hmm.” (She looks away, thinking.) 

“. . . . Ssssmellology?” (Isabeau tries.)

“It's called Aromachology, and no.” (She shakes her head.) “Now may we please continue?”

(Yes please. You lead the party out.)

[through-the-white-noise]

eternity

dbd promptober - day 3

@dbdpromptober

[ranfused4ever]

Controversy over the broken carabiner aside, there's actually two things I don't quite understand about the 我在 performance.

One, why didn't we get to see the band? In the fancams you can see them on the lower stage next to where yibo lands, and in fact during some of the rehearsals, yibo landed on the same stage. Which makes more sense to me? It also gives more emphasis to the fact it was all live and yibo wasn't singing on a pre-recorded audio track.

Two, why did he leave before the song was finished? Surely that extra five seconds or so wouldn't have made a difference to the time he had to get changed again. I think he should have stayed up there til that last guitar riff.

Thoughts, opinions, comments?

Ps did anyone notice the print on his blouse is hair braids?

[i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end]

When I write a fic and try to get Holmes's and Watson's relationship right "Granada Style", this is always the scene (and the episode) I try to remember as a reference.

Watson will drop anything immediately to assist Holmes, alerted by just the smallest sound of pain, but there is a very very clear limit to what Holmes will him allow him to do (and it's not much). Watson will expect this, but he will not back off until Holmes gives a minute sign that he is alright, and that he is in fact truly thankful for Watson's help. He will not say it, but Watson will understand. And if Holmes choses to walk off alone after that, he will let him.

Holmes will allow Watson to drape a blanket around his shoulders. Watson is going to disapprove of Holmes's use of cocaine, but even this is going to happen nonverbally (but oh, Holmes understands). Holmes will pretend to ignore all of Watson's advice and take a case although he really should rest, and then he is going to do something absolutely monumental like deciding to quit drugs for good without ever informing Watson.

We never see this, but I think Watson will know. And he will say thank you in just such a indirect way and continue to support Holmes. I believe that Watson would be comfortable with talking things through at least from time to time, but Holmes cannot stand or do it, so Watson just ... learned his language.

There is just so much complicated nonverbal communication between the two! And it's so difficult because I feel like most of the time they will simply know what the other thinks and feels, but they will never truly discuss it.

I’m all right. 

[sadlynotthevoid]

Okay but, enstars fic where Alkaloid's Vermillion is agreed to be used in a historical fantasy movie (maybe one with a war or something), which somehow leads to Hiiro getting selected to play a role, completely not intentional by his part.