#intriguing titles

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

this showed up on my spotify recommended and i am almost mortally curious

[moonkhao]

EST SUPHA as PO and WILLIAM JAKRAPATR as THAME in Thame - Po ・HEART THAT SKIPS A BEAT (2024ISH)

[backjustforberena]

Princess Rhaenys + the positions of power that were never hers and yet...

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts - Dive to the Heart

[27-royal-teas]

i am beginning a compilation

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

Bruno: Long time, no see… Darien: Mhm. Bruno: I didn’t know you’d come back to San My. Darien: A while ago, yeah. What’re you up to these days? Bruno: Landscaping, I guess. Darien: Fun-.. don’t suppose you fancy something stronger than a coffee? Bruno: Well… Darien: Ah.. I forgot, sorry. Bruno: It’s fine-.. yeah, why not. … [refrigerator humming] Darien: You’re bored too, aren’t you? Bruno: Apparently. Darien: I suppose it’s not quite the same. [Bruno stared into the depths of his glass, shaking his head] Darien: Do you miss it? Bruno: What kinda question is that? Darien: An honest one. I do, sometimes.. I think I miss feeling slightly invincible. [Bruno took a moment to gauge Darien’s sincerity, topping his glass off with a hefty glug of scotch; it was expensive] Bruno: You’re clearly not wanting for cash. Darien: I never needed them for that-.. then again, neither did you. You’re not a materialistic man. [Bruno tilted his glass in lieu of a shrug, that he was not] Darien: So, what’re you wanting for? Bruno: I don’t know. [Darien grinned over the brim of his glass; his stubbled chin distorted by the liquid within, or maybe Bruno was drunk] Bruno: I oughta get going, I should’ve been home-.. yesterday. Darien: Ivan..? Bruno: Uh-huh. Darien: Good for you. Bruno: He deserves better. [Darien shrugged, it wasn’t his place to tell Bruno what he was or wasn’t worth, or Ivan for that matter] Darien: Whatever you say. [Bruno stuffed his hands in his pockets, hesitating just long enough for Darien to read his mind] Darien: You know I wouldn’t tell you. Bruno: Hmph-.. Kian will be released soon. Darien: Yep. Bruno: What do you think he’ll do? Try n’ find him-.. you? Darien: I’ve no idea, but one of us is easier to find than the other. Bruno: Hm. Darien: It was good seeing you again. Bruno: Yeah, see you around…

[compressednerve]

Cancer Man, made of Blood, Smoke, and Sand

[thecomposerthatwaspromised]

‘The Lord of the RIngs: The Rings of Power’ Season 2, Episode 5 (‘Halls of Stone’) Soundtrack Albums Details

1. Seven for the Dwarf-lords (4:47) 2. Unveiling the Doors of Durin (3:16) 3. Gazing to Eressëa (5:35) 4. Gil-galad’s Vision (2:12) 5. Disa in the Depths (4:35) 6. Mirdania Emerges (3:33) 7. Assault on the Faithful (feat. Clydene Jackson) (4:42) 8. Deceit in the Craft (9:05) 9. Sauron’s Design (2:26)

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

The City of the Dead (John Llewellyn Moxey, 1960)  

[wrishwrosh]

well i finally reread gideon the ninth

[the-feathered-dragon-hoard]

That kind of reactions 🤣

The S-Classes that I raised — Chapter 5

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2024: WOODWORM by Layla Martinez.

Up next! Still in my Haunted House Era™: Translated Lit Fic Edition!

The great thing about being on several indie bookstore mailing lists is that you then have Several Indie Booksellers recommending you new releases published by independent presses, which almost assuredly I would not have stumbled across on my own. This one's just a little guy (149 pages), but I've been looking forward to it all year. Will report back on how it goes!

[leapdayowo]

Abstract Experiments

I took some inspiration from Siena Carusi’s work as this is a bit outside my comfort zone and I was lost on what elements I could add to the second piece. I wanted to do more abstract work though because my OC Yildiz is a bit quirky, a bit silly (they have become the Horrors that plague others). To put it lightly, they have some identity problems and I want that to be demonstrated through the viewer not being able to see all of their person. Right now I’m testing out ways I can creatively avoid showing them clearly and I think abstract representations are very fitting

[chiropteracupola]

Wretched that I have to be a student and an alive person when in fact I mostly want to be sort of a desiccated hermit scribbling about their little stories. find me in the Little Guys From My Brain Hermitage.

[miirshroom]

Meet the New Boss Same as the Old Boss

Saw this comment on Reddit:

Having a bit of a sleep deprived day, which has the side effect that random pieces of conversation will remind me of musical lyrics that I haven't thought about in years. It's clear to me what Radahn's theme is: meet the new Elden Lord, same as the old Elden Lord. As presented in the DLC, the god Miquella's reign of "compassion" is a farce - you can't build a compassionate future on a foundation of violence. The measures that need to be taken are such that if you don't eradicate your enemy they will only become more radicalized. And if you do carve a bloody path and eradicate the enemy rather than just subject them to slow torment, then keeping your own people united and under control requires the creation of a new enemy - it never stops. History shows us how hard it is to stop being at war once a country starts it.

Radahn represents more than one kind of stagnation. In the Lands Between it is the stagnation of arresting forward progress. In the Shadow Lands it is the stagnation of wrenching a wheel up out of its track to watch it spin in place - repeating cycles of the past. Take it as extremely literal that Radahn is emulating Godfrey - he is repeating the same story again.

Rather than inflict the rest of my thought process on some random Redditor, I'm just going to post it here: "Won't get Fooled Again" by the Who.

We'll be fighting in the streets With our children at our feet And the morals that they worship will be gone And the men who spurred us on Sit in judgement of all wrong They decide and the shotgun sings the song I'll tip my hat to the new Constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again A change, it had to come We knew it all along We were liberated from the fold, that's all And the world looks just the same And history ain't changed 'Cause the banners, they all flown in the last war I'll tip my hat to the new Constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again, no, no I'll move myself and my family aside If we happen to be left half-alive I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky For I know that the hypnotized never lie Do you? Yeah There's nothing in the street Looks any different to me And the slogans are effaced, by-the-bye And the parting on the left Is now parting on the right And the beards have all grown longer overnight I'll tip my hat to the new Constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again Don't get fooled again, no, no Yeah Meet the new boss Same as the old boss

I've decided recently to lean into the concept that Elden Ring is intentionally structured as a crime scene investigation story, so the cherry on top here is that "Won't Get Fooled Again" was the theme song for the police procedural drama CSI: Miami in the 2000's. And while I was mostly into CSI: Crime Scene Investigations back in the day I did remember that the lead detective of CSI: Miami is named "Horatio Caine". As in the friend listening to the monologue that Hamlet delivers in a cemetery (where a pair of clowns have been exhuming the dead in the process of digging a new grave plot):

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady’s chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.