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capsekai · 1 year ago
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Nightmare (NAITOMEA)
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Music Folder Here!
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strivia · 1 year ago
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I find it interesting that both of them suggest running, albeit in different ways.
Anyway, now imagining an AU where these 3 flee the city together. It could be such a fun OT3 fic. 👉👈💖
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escapismthroughfilm · 2 years ago
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shaylogic · 5 months ago
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speakofthedebbie · 1 month ago
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upgraded stamp of approval
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babyxenomorph · 2 years ago
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19 Oct 2022
Not sure how much I can keep up with these repost stuff when I'm honestly doing it all for myself.
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ovsilenceandblack · 9 months ago
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In Hell I'll be in Good Company - The Dead South
you don’t like country/folk/americana? you don’t like the soulful lamenting and colorful storytelling of poor workers and immigrants of the past? banjo banjo🪕?
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squishmelo · 1 year ago
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peri-helia · 2 years ago
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2007: Enchanted is released with Lestat the Musical in its Times Square Scenes
2022: Disenchanted is released. As is Interview with the Vampire
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capsekai · 3 months ago
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Because Dusk loved this song so much they capped it for you: Miyavi Running in My Head https://terabox.com/s/1obCzK26Kw1Lybk709Nb2Uw
Rules: Credit IF YOU CAN If you need content made you're welcome to commission us, Capsekai has one member with a 3 year degree in design and the other's way better at design without a degree!
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xstevex-world · 2 years ago
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Steve Harrington’s favourite musician has been the same since he was 17.
He distinctly remembers hearing Chrissy Cunningham play in his car radio during his senior year, subsequently listening to nothing but her breakout EP for a week straight - and that was just the beginning.
He followed all of work for over the past 7 years: bought physical and digital copies of all her albums, watched every music video multiple times, read every interview, saved up enough while working weekend shifts at scoops to get tickets to her sold out shows in Indiana - he had so much merch that Jonathan Byers once joked that Steve could probably make a shrine to his idol.
He had even kept up during her hitatus, almost two full years of radio silence from the star, like she had disappeared off the face of the earth. It wasn’t the worst thing that had ever happened, but it didn’t help that it overlapped with him dropping out of business school to pursue a career in cosmetology and that final falling out he had with his father over his choice in education.
The day she came back felt like Christmas.
Her comeback announcement dropped on June 13th - and it wasn’t just a new post on social media or a candid shot online someone managed to snap.
It was a whole EP drop, 4 entire songs (and a music video) that he knew he was going to play on repeat after 716 days of radio silence.
That opened the floodgates for everything to start again: she went back on social media, thanked her fans for their wholehearted response to her new releases. She started doing interviews again: discussing her mental health and the impact of her mothers control in her life; her reunion with her best friend (and apparent ex) from high school; her label dropping her after it was found that her “momager” had embezzled a huge amount of money from said company, releasing her from her contract early and allowing her to find new partners, new producers, new projects.
She talks about how she’s never been happier, and Steve can’t help but beam at it. He can hear it in her music, how it’s going more against the grain of what’s popular, opting instead for etherial synths mixed with heavy guitars. She sings about heartbreak and moving on and being better than then the people who brought her down for long, now that she’s starting fresh.
Steve loves it, thinks some of the changes have something to with Eddie Munson’s name appearing in the credits of all her new material.
Truthfully, he got curious after someone on Twitter posted a screengrab of cameos made by Munson and his own bandmates in all of her new music videos. He thankful someone else made the connection, and although he’s not the biggest fan of Corroded Coffin’s music (apart from the collaboration EP they did with Chrissy: “CCxCC presents Satanic Slumber Party”, that was incredible), he would lying if he didn’t say he was totally enamoured by Eddie goddamn Munson.
Let alone the fact that he’s totally Steve’s type (big hair, bigger eyes, a complete dork with a heart of gold but who also looks like he would bite someone in both a feral dog and a “please take me to your bedroom right now” kind of way), the guy is a genius when it comes to music, spending interviews talking about the process of artistry and the importance of storytelling - even when they’re discussing songs about him, written by Chrissy about their break up, he’s still so passionate and witty, the two of them spending interviews bouncing off each other in a way that would rival his relationship Robin.
He’s fine, really, he knows logically this is just a celebrity crush that will pass if he stops thinking about it for long enough, but he’s certain that this could develop into one of those all encompassing obsessions if he doesn’t curb it now- and that’s exact what he does. He tries to put that energy into school, excelling more than he ever did in an academic setting. He meets up more often with Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle and Barb, inviting them over more often for dinner or drinks, sometimes even just because he wants to make a breakfast feast and need someone else to eat it.
It’s at times like this that he misses Robin, who only has about 6 weeks left of her internship in Paris - he hasn’t seen her in person since he went to visit her a few months ago during spring break. He wishes she was her to openly judge him over this, before rambling on about her own current hyperfixation or moaning about her lack of romantic adventures since she and Vickie broke up.
They still talk on the phone every afternoon (nighttime for her), ranting to each other about their perspective day and sharing any worthwhile gossip.
Tonight’s no different, he’s telling her about the current drama happening in his classes when Robin says:
“I met someone today.”
He’s ecstatic - in his opinion robin deserves the world and the fact she’s met someone on her own in a city where she has been finding it hard interacting with people outside of her placement is a miracle in itself.
She tells him more: how she met this girl that morning at café, acting as a knight in shining armour (Robin’s words, not Steve’s) when the girl got flustered trying to order her coffee in broken French; how she spent the day showing this girl around to her favourite shops and parks and museums; how they spent hours talking about everything and nothing; how Robin hasn’t felt this way about someone since Vickie.
“So then we had dinner at that Italian place, the one I took you to, and, Steve, oh my goddess, she has the cutest little laugh-“
“Did you get her name?”
“Oh, sorry” he can hear her move the phone from one ear to the other. “Yeah it’s Chrissy.”
Steve stops his pacing. That would be one hell of a coincidence, if it was Chrissy Cunningham. She is playing in Paris the following night, the penultimate stop of her current tour. (The very show that he had been tempted to go to, since he could stay with Robin. It absolutely wasn’t because Corroded Coffin was joining her for the European leg of the tour - acting as her band, as well as performing songs from their collaboration as the encore - something that did not happen at any of the American shows). It couldn’t be the same Chrissy that Robin had fallen head over heels for in the space of a few hours, right?
“Did you get any of her socials?” He asks, cautiously.
“Nope,” she answers, popping the p for emphasis. “I didn’t think to ask, because I’m an idiot and all that-“
“Robs,” he interrupts, trying to keep his voice steady. “You’re not an idiot.”
Her hears her laugh on the other end of the line, the same kind of self-deprecating giggle she uses when she’s nervous. He wishes he was there with her so she could see him roll his eyes at her, their main way of communicating their love.
“What did she look like?”
“Oh!” She exclaims as he hears her tumbling over something (knowing Robin, probably herself). “We took a picture together, hold on, I’ll send it over.”
His phone vibrates against his ear, so he brings it in front of him, putting Robin on speaker so he can see the photo.
And.
Holy fuck.
“Robin,” he says slowly, because he actually can’t believe it himself. “Do you know who that is?”
((Part 2))
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omagpies · 14 days ago
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since today is a magpie lore day apparently, i feel like oversharing (ya kno, what counts for oversharing for this guy on this here microblogging patform)
when i was very small, i accidentally caught a movie on my grandparents' tv. i was banished to the country house for the summer and bored out of my mind, so i spent my days disappearing into the forest, drawing, reading, and sneaking bits of tv time when no one was there to catch me
anyway. the movie. i remembered very little of it afterwards, just that it had body horror practical effects(?), snakes(?) and small shriveled heads with teeth(?). i was especially afraid of the small shriveled heads, but the body horror was very difficult to stomach too.
i had nightmares for weeks (and couldn't tell anyone why, of course, or that i was even having them, because then i would be Found Out), and even after it more or less left me i would still get jumpscared by the sudden memory of it years into my life.
as i was very young and my memory was very spotty, i couldn't figure out for years what the movie was. i thought, maybe if i could, then i would watch it and find out that it's not that bad at all, right?
(i'm a huge weenie when it comes to horror movies. i can't even watch most thrillers because they are too scary for me. i nearly fled the theater while watching 'i, legend', which was the only time i almost left the movies, that's how bad it is for me lmao)
a few years ago i finally found out what it was. it was beetlejuice (1988). from sporadic screengrabs and general vibes i connected the dots. so that's problem solved, right? i can just watch it and be done with it, right? right?
WRONG
i absolutely cannot watch it. i even tried going for a 'everything great about' video for beetlejuice and failed at minute 4 out of 20 because a jumpscare send me into an anxiety attack. when i was at dragoncon earlier this year, there was so much beetlejuice-related extravaganza and so many cosplayers that i was bombarded with the accursed green-black-white combo almost anywhere i went. it was! an experience! made all the more ironic since i spent most of my time there cosplaying as fizzarolli -- you know, the guy who shares an actor with broadway's beetlejuice, alex brightman
so like. at this moment, the most involved i can get with beetlejuice is looping the same two clips of the musical on youtube and! thoroughly enjoying myself! because alex brightman is fun! he makes it fun! it isn't scary! but underneath all that...the horrors lurk, pinging my buried childhood memories, and the sense of unease doesn't leave me.
i live in a state of both anxiety and utter fascination with beetlejuice. i want to watch the movie so badly, but it terrifies me like no piece of media has terrified me before or since. and yet i can't stop thinking about it and trying to scoot closer. it's my fucking moby dick. striped and with green hair. god damn it
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copperbadge · 3 months ago
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Went down a new age rabbit hole the other night on a site selling singing bowls and reiki crystals. "Bags (easy to carry)" is funny, and I know they mean small soft mallets to ring bowls with, but "Mallets (comfortable)" just took me out at the knees.
[ID: A screengrab of an in-site sales ad reading "Our healing gift: Receive a free gift with your order" and showing three offers: A bag marked "Free bags, easy to carry", a graphic of a tablet marked "Ebook for beginners", and an image of several small "musical" mallets reading "Mallets, comfortable".]
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lxmelle · 29 days ago
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Okay since we're in the satosugu-mode what it seems like 24/7 I wanted to bring to your attention the album Chronicle by Fujifabric.
Gege had authors note in chapter 267 that the story is straight up like Chronicle:
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It was also the one where this new cover art was born mirroring the Chronicle album cover and Gojo was set in the spot of lead singer who died on December 24.
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But that's beside the point, so I listened to that album. It's a banger and with Google translate looked at the lyrics, and oh my god... its straight up the yearning album hiked up to 2000%. All about the loss of a lover, and pretty gay if the translation was right.
So, just wanted to bring you that little bit of the lore I hold close and dear to my heart.
Gege, we know you're a satosugu shipper just like us!
YES! Ahhh thank you for promoting me to write on this.
I noticed this too. And the lead singer? His life was rather like Gojo’s was in a way. I wonder if Gege was inspired. Nanami’s character song was also by them if I’m not mistaken.
The lead singer was really a talented musician and lyricist. As I understand it, he played multiple musical instruments. And he also often sang about a young love he lost <- one of the reasons his music was popular. His lyrics were said to touch the hearts of those who knew the pains of growing up and grief of youth. There were apparently hints of him having a shared dream that he pursued apart from someone he lost & yearned for.
Shimura also apparently loved sweets in particular. The other similarity was as you pointed out: His death date being 24th December. His age was also 29. I think subtly, music being a passion that he tirelessly pursued (it’s possible that he died to a cause related to overwork) also lines up with Gojo...
You’re so right that many songs capture Gojo and the satosugu vibe. I had some screenshots from when I was obsessively going over it (so I might repost with it later!) but I reflected on it with someone and pretty much got blanked, so I thought I was just delulu...
We can be delulu together, right? Haha! Just off the top of my head, I remember that I liked Baumkuchen too in that I think it captures a part of Gojo’s tender heart and why he didn’t chase after Geto - he also didn’t want to face a more forceful rejection.
Also, perhaps we don’t see it discussed much on X/Twitter because there was some criticism in the Japanese sphere about how some people thought have was disrespectful towards Masahiko Shimura’s death with his Author’s Note and drawing, even if it was a tribute to the band and Shimura’s life. I prefer to take it in good faith but... you know... it can be a delicate matter for some I guess.
I also like that Gege depicted Gojo with a bloodhound.
Just going to add a screengrab from my X/Twitter:
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I really think we ought to talk about it more! Thanks for bringing up such a quality 👌🏼 subject!!
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mellotronmkll · 6 days ago
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Screenshotted the ana ng music video for a joke I was gonna send my friends but now I just cannot stop laughing at this screengrab. There he fucking goes
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