#love letters from ice

[quietwingsinthesky]

i do love canon amy & rory but god, does some part of me wish they really had gone with the idea of the doctor picking up a child as a companion (and then later, that child’s best friend with a huge crush on her.) with the rest of the season really not changing at all, except now it’s amelia pond with an angel in her head killing her and lost alone in the woods. it’s little rory who dies and is forgotten and becomes a toy soldier. if this is going to be a fairy tale, then let it be one. children have never been safe in fairy tales.

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[lilacerull0]

spinning something mal wrote in my head like a lunatic

[crossbackpoke-check]

Dysprosium, Mary Soon Lee

dysprosium, AN 66, is a silvery-white rare earth metal. its name is derived from the greek dysprositos, meaning “hard to get at”, owing to the difficulty in separating and isolating this rare earth element. dysprosium is used to measure neutron flux, to fuel reactors, and to activate phosphors. terfenol-d is a magnetorestrictive alloy, meaning that it changes shape when a magnetic field is applied, and is used to manufacture underwater acoustic systems.

jason “robo” robertson, dallas stars #21 for @simmyfrobby’s nhl periodic table poems <3

[timeclipsed]

@hiswrlds asked: “I don’t know how you’re even conscious at this point.”

angsty injury things … sentence starters (status — closed!)

❝Don’t— don’t worry about it,❞ extending an arm to give a hand in pause, knees quake as he manages to stagger back to his feet, stepping over the disemboweled robot. ❝I've… had worse.❞

— ;; Expectorating thick vermillion all onto his shoes with an abrupt cough that makes his chest burn, hefty gasps flounder through a raspy throat and echo all throughout the stannic corridor that winds and eclipses any who dare proceed in a layer of shadows.

Myriad is the amount of times during this motley partnership that Tails has leapt in front of Sonic, taking the brunt of any surprise ambushes against them. Intrinsically, like a bow protecting the rest of the boat, crashing right into a huge wave and breaking it into nothing but water. Receiving the bulk of searing lasers, metallic bodies armed and dangerous, and tearing traps laid out to spell death in the process.

Tatters and scraps, he pulls the warm fabric that remains of his coat over his shoulders, dropping those snug goggles over his eyes. He’d be damned if he let down any Sonic who needed his help.

❝Your friends are up ahead. Let’s hurry.❞

[somedaytakethetime]

Where has this diva been? 😌💅🏻

[yxstxrdrxxm-a]

Out of curiosity, I’d like to ask:: What are your coffee preferences?? :>

Hmm, personally I'm more of a cappucino and latte person. I can't choose either and go for both, but I'm thinking of getting matcha when I have the time KEKW

(also if you give me iced, I hope you are aware that I'll finish it under 2 to 3 hours.)

[emberwritesinsight]

So I haven't really talked about it on here but I got my wisdom teeth removed recently and the limitations on eating are so far, like, the 2nd worst thing about it (1st worst is the physical pain but they've got me alternating ibuprofen and Tylenol for that). I appreciate food a lot more than usual rn because I just got back to the point of eating toast and stuff (nothing excessively chewy or crunchy, I'm being careful). So as far as I'm concerned this post is a hate crime directed at me specifically

[mysicklove]

Mello bb I love you but if you're going to be a furry please don't be a furry for Alvin and the chipmunks that's like the lowest tier of furry truly

LMAOAOOAOAOAOAO. even on the furry tier im the lowest ���😔

[giftedpoison]

Y'all.

So like I'm absolutely unhinged and can never like something a normal amount.

Like ever.

But I got a job stage managering for a Renaissance faire near me in the summer. And also they asked me to help with a weekend event where I will be stage managering for a bunch of bands.

Sick right?

And like I've never done anything like this before. (And therefore no idea if I'm gonna enjoy it but I'm convinced that stage managering is actually my divine calling of sorts- specially for musicians but not limited to there. Which is mostly because it feels like something clicked into place. Like it feels right this feels like something I should be pursuing.)

But because I'm an academic with a hatred for the confines of real schooling at heart, I started doing research about what a stage manager should know (not to prepare for the jobs which are expecting me to be completely green) and the thing about a stage manager is they should have an understanding of all aspects of things that go into live performances.

So a music stage manager will understand the needs of a vocalist or an instrumentalist or the tech people as equally as possible and so forth.

And a theatre stage manager should comprehend actors needs, lighting needs, director needs, etc etc.

And as someone who has been in music and theatre most of my younger years less so since high school (couldn't keep up with my peers major L) I'm not completely alien to the world. (In fact I always say my first two loves were the written word and the performing arts) (plus I once went the trajectory of trying to become fight director back in 2020 which led to lots of research of that field shocker.)

ANYWAY

Now I'm like actively absorbing all the books I can find that has anything to do with film, theatre, and music.

And am currently reading Drama High by Michael Sokolove and The Music Never Stops by Peter Shapiro.

And I have a running list of documentaries to watch about different histories of music (specifically ones I'm less familiar with like blues and hip hop and opera but not limited)

And I'm trying to get back into practicing martial arts on my own.

And I have shows I want to see and events I want to go to.

BUT THESE BOOKS IM READING MAN. They get it.

Reading Drama High is so wild because I'm learning about these kids who would otherwise be mostly unknown other than this book and I just feel so deeply connected to them.

Courtney Meyers has my whole heart from that book. Like this quote about her "Taking the job at Georgine's felt like a death sentence. But theater is not an escape. In some ways, it is the opposite of that- it brings her closer to the true self she thinks she might be, or could become."

Georgine's is a diner that her mother and grandmother works at so she felt destined to repeat that. And as someone who also came from a small town and felt like I had nothing going for me and that I was doomed to job hop retail jobs like my parents and never quite get by enough? It resonated with me. It also resonated with me about her feelings on theater. Like music, writing, and theatre sure was a form of escapism but it was also always a form of self expression a way to pull out pieces of myself from the written word and look at my own reflection.

Even growing up id always want to play angry or villainous characters (to this day I think about how my theatre teacher passed me over for Morgana in sleeping beauty to give it to my twin who hated it, in 5th grade) because I wanted a safe space to express all this anger I had at a world that refused to listen. But not only that the confusion I had. The world was so achingly confusing and social cues confused me and the written word helped me try to unravel this confusion.

And don't even get me started on music. When I am in a venue listening to a band suddenly nothing else matters. When I am surrounded by people actively pursuing music I have both feelings of inadequacies but also at home.

When I see a concert I don't want them to perform to me like it's their job- I want to see you having fun and enjoying it even if you've been doing it for 20 years (I really see Ice Nine Kills as a shining example of this, but they are one of thousands however they are my only core experience as they are like one of few bands I've seen multiple times. And even tho it's clearly a performance as we get (fake!)killings on stage it's also for the love of horror and for the love of song. It has to be or they wouldn't be rocking the horror world with their very own convention that could very well be the next Spookyworld. If you're curious what I mean here's my review of their last convention where I explain that very concept.)

Theatre and Music are two loves I have that feel equal parts untouchable while also constantly being all around me.

And I don't know where I was going with this but I guess consider this the ramblings of someone in love with the arts who fears the arts will never love her back but she keeps trying to find her place anyway.

[thevoiceofthepeople]

Seda, kissing the top of a turtle’s little head, “It’ll be so worth getting sick, I love you.”

[abyssmalice]

Tonia is watching that mad doctor-scientist.

[milo-is-rambling]

Thinking about the fact that one day I will have my own apartment and I can open all the windows and I will make my own bread and cheese and butter by hand and I will practice things and put effort into failing in order to grow and there will be no one there to tell me it's not worth it to try

[timeclipsed]

♂ Are you proud of your boy?

Send me a ♂ and a question and my muse's father will answer it. (status ― always accepting!)

― ;; Whispers between dull and immutable whirring of the hangar, now a suite for one, livens a pair of ears so tuned in to the insanity of the silent cycle. From the ataxia of unfinished print books with vanilla pages stacked thickly, from the clutter of machine parts collecting layers of dust and the endless heaps of notes scrawled in chicken scratch, the head of the only other being in the room raises.

❝...You're here to ask me about Tails? Funny; it was always the opposite back in the day.❞ He doesn't turn, but his hands come to a rest in their conjectural ministrations, slipping into the pockets of the long white coat his figure adorns. ❝Most people think he's dead, you know.❞

― ;; Pacing opposite of his starting place, his person shrouded in a blanket of algid metallic darkness, he taps his finger against the ball of his hand opposite, both linked behind his back.

❝They'll tell you he's too far gone, there's no way any of us could find a way to bring him back― but you're here now. So you clearly don't believe that either, huh?❞

― ;; Ultramarine quills slowly losing their vibrant hue finally steps into the light, accompanied by a singular emerald eye, the other shut tightly by a mark spread vertical across the left side of his face. Stature shows a man who hasn't slept, who hasn't so much as thought of anything else besides the safety of his little buddy, in quite a long while.

❝You wanna know if I'm proud of Tails... of course I am. Smartest kid I know. I'm not the sappy kinda guy, don't get me wrong, but... if there's anyone I believe in, it's him. And I'm sure wherever he is, whatever he's doin', he's giving it 110%.❞

[igniferous]

Kerb gunna stick his noses x 3 in the Prince's hair and sniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsneezesniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniffsniff.

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HAIR  WINDBLOWN  from  the  sheer  force  of  air  blown  through  golden  strands  in  huffs  and  puffs,  he’s  wary  to  guess  at  the  volumes  of  slobber  that  must  be  due  to  befall  his  scalp  from those massive maws at  this  rate.  Hellbeast  or  otherwise,  Wolfram  has  never  kept  a  dog,  been  around  a  dog,  particularly  wanted  for  one ( or three ) ,   nor  been  at  the  receiving  end  of  any  canine  attention.  What  a  blessed  thing  it  had  been ;   a  life  of  dignity.  Cleanliness  and  peace.  Gloves  and  boots  kept in  one  peace.

An  orderly  head  of  hair.

〝  . . . . . . . . . . . .  Go  fetch.  〞      Off  into  the  mountains,  a  large  hare  conjured  out  of  fire  sparking  from  his  fingertips  bounds with long, great leaps,  in  some  last  ditch  effort  to  coax  the  beast  into  a  faraway  chase   (  hopefully  without  trampling  him  in  the  process !! ) 

[loreolympiad]

@olympiangold - Zeus: I could vibe with you though... come on. Give me a chance! For old time's sake?

"You threw me out of the house!"

"I still kinda wanna kick your teeth in for sleeping with my ex. But beyond that I'd be down for some brewskis."

"I'd love to... but I promised Hestia I'd go shopping for a new bedframe for her. And before you start, get your mind out of the gutter, Dad."