#of a lost singer

[j0hb0y]

Hiya Papaya! 👋

Just started reading the first chapter of Rascal does not dream of a lost singer and my god i'm so hyped!

The 10th volume begins the college arc and i'm really excited how it'll go. It's really refreshing to get new Characters introduced and i like Miori Mitou alread, but i also hope we will hear from old friends!

[cheezy-whizz]

Gay people will develop mental issues and make AT LEAST one of these movies their whole personality

[bruciemilf]

I like the thought of Battinson speaking like a My Chemical Romance song , but also, I think it’d be so unique and so cool and genius and groundbreaking if he spoke like Duchess from Aristocats.

Just him with little Dick? Asking him to PRETTY PLEASE let him kidnap the creepy but cute little kid next door.

“Oh, no, my darling, that’s just awfully rude. You have to ask the little baby first.”

[strawlessandbraless]

Dean in Denial - The Fall ‘24 collection

7x02//11x23//12x11//12x11//15x09

[microwavebeeep]

I know, what I'm doing

[madbard]

I just realized another reason I love Hozier’s music. It’s not just that the lyrics are complex, or the music itself is beautiful - it’s that Hozier is a musical liar.

Take Cherry Wine. This is a song about an abusive relationship, told from the perspective of someone very much in love with their abuser. Throughout the song, the narrator describes their lover’s cruelty. Lyrics like “I walk my days on a wire” and “open hand or closed fist would be fine” make the darker aspects of their relationship all too evident. At points, the song suggests that they are defending this relationship to someone else who cares about them (“it looks ugly but it’s clean. Oh mama, don’t fuss over me”) and even the more beautiful and seemingly romantic lines later in the song (“oh but she loves like sleep to the freezing”) have dark undertones (what else is sleep to the freezing but death?) Still, I often come across the song being used in a wholesome, romantic context. A lot of factors contribute to this, but I would argue that this song mainly gets mistaken for a romantic song because of how soft and gentle the music is - it presents as a sweet love song in every way except the lyrics. Even those lyrics are told through the lens of someone defending their broken and abusive relationship, deepening the lie. Our narrator wants to portray this relationship as something dark, yet also immensely beautiful and encompassing. The result is a song about the agony and pleasure of a broken relationship, disguised so well as a love song in every possible way that it gets mistaken for something romantic. (Even if you are aware of the meaning, there is still that deep urge to experience the song as something romantic. Just like the narrator, the listener is drawn in by beauty and the powerful idea of love, so much so that it can blind them to reality.)

Variations of this can be seen in Talk. In this song, the narrator makes their intentions very clear - they are sweet-talking someone in order to hide their own thoughts and desires (“I try to talk refined, for fear that you find out how I’m imagining you”). Despite knowing this, the sheer power of the lyrics (“I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus / when her body was found. / I'd be the choiceless hope in grief / that drove him underground. / I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee / that made him turn around, / and I'd be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice”) overwhelms the listener. We know the speaker is putting on a show. We know they have ulterior motives, and likely don’t even believe what they are saying. But their words are so beautiful that we don’t care. The intense, almost mythic music in the background is so lovely and deep, it makes the lyrics seem genuine, because what lie could sound so astounding and true? In this case, the song about smoke and mirrors and empty talk becomes a love song because the narrator is just that skilled at lying.

Even songs like Too Sweet, sung by a narrator who refuses to be with someone unless they allow their standards to slide, become ‘romantic’ and ‘sweet’ to certain listeners - not because the lyrics are impenetrable, but because so many of Hozier’s narrators are unreliable. His songs spin sweet stories, lies so stunning that listeners are willing to deny what they know in order to experience the beauty of that untruth, the complexity of that space between what is real and what we want to believe.

And isn’t that more true to the experience of being a person, and loving other people, than the simple truths we often see in these types of songs?

[biibopping]

normalest people on earth

[not-the-coffee-machine4]

Roger Taylor’s vocal range is so insanely slept on like tell me why I was just reading about countertenors and Wiki saying they tend to top out generally at E5 and Roger’s RECORDED DEMONSTRATE-ABLE vocal range is Bb1-E6. SIX. A whole OCTAVE above what was listed. And even calling him a tenor or countertenor is misleading ‘cause there’s somewhat of an implication that he can’t sing low LET ME REMIND YOU I JUST SAID B FLAT ONE. ONE. (I know voice type is where you’re generally most comfortable not just what you’re physically capable of and he seemed to naturally fall into the high range and etc etc don’t get technical with me rn) That is one note lower than Freddie’s highest and seven notes lower than Freddie’s lowest. Why does nobody talk about this like that’s insane??

[moash]

just read the moash interlude. don’t know how to feel about it. anyone else feel like sanderson just like decided he didn’t like the direction he had been going with moash and tried to backtrack?

[gasstationclown]

whaaattttt loa posting for the first time in like... months? hi!!

misc ouaw sketches (ft metal singer gricko?? or something??)

ORPHEUS i havent finished prime yet but after months and months orpheus lives in my head growing like a mold. my personal design for him

and finally, i got tired of not being able to draw frost... so i practiced drawing actual tigers. ft my bad attempts before deciding it was good enough (im getting there)

[yveunia]

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[aurorawest]

'They had lived together for three years and never once had Mori knocked on Thaniel's door. It was always the other way around, and Thaniel agonised before he did. He was never sure he was welcome. Mori let him in, always, but Mori was Mori; he wasn't English, wasn't a Christian, had grown up in a place where a knock on the door between friends was unremarkable. It didn't mean he was in love, only that he was being polite. Thaniel didn't dare ask him which it was. It was cowardly, but if he didn't know, he could live hoping.'

'Mori kissed his forehead. Thaniel bumped forward against his chest and felt safe again, but ashamed too. It had been the sort of kiss you might give to a child that had got itself flustered about a spider.'

(The Eel Singers, Natasha Pulley)

Thaniel "I can't breathe when you're not here" Steepleton being terrifically stupid.

[lungblossom]

it's not my problem

[angelsberrymilk]

GUYS I NEED HELP PLS

Does anybody know any fanfics where Castiel learns abt human culture? sarcasm? unwritten rules and expectations and dumb random rules?? I need him exploring humans so bad. idc what ship it is. as long as he's learning new stuff and being silly.

probably fluff and some crack. but he makes me laugh regardless so anything with him exploring the human world will do PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

give me any usernames, any links either on tumblr or ao3 I don't mind at all.

[rpfshippingpolls]

⚠️ DON’T START DISCOURSE ABOUT RPF IN THE NOTES!! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED IF YOU DO SO ⚠️

Do you ship it?

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[lutethebodies]

Last Lines

Tagged by @trappedinafantasy37 here (thank you!).

I know I said I would be starting my first fic this year, but while I've been outlining it and unloading a few scenes here and there, I don't have anything I'm happy enough with to share (yet). As for my own tagging: I'll open it up for anyone to do after me.

So if it's cool I'm gonna fall back on song lyrics (like I did once before), with a caveat: one aspect of my Tav/Minthara fic is about how they're both performers post-BG3, a hearts-and-minds ploy as part of their long game to take over the city.

My Tav is the bard, so the songs began with him, but that doesn't mean Minthara can't sing and play on them, and so she's chosen a few instances to take center stage during their lute/lyre duo gigs. One of those instances is for "Exile's End."

Another of my Tavs, the cleric, wrote more about this song here, but its genesis in-world is less relevant to Minthara than what's in it that she can relate to herself—the parts of it she can inhabit and made hers that fuel her performance. To me that's often how it works with a piece of music.

It's also good practice for her to use contractions and loosen up her Common Speech a bit; it's probably her third or fourth language at this point, and while she can use contractions (Emma Gregory said so), she still doesn't do it much.

I should also probably note that none of this is meant to say that she can't compose/perform her own songs. She certainly can! She just took to this one is all. She also might swipe Cannor's lute to play it.

Meta: I tend to write song lyrics (or at least get ideas for them) in batches rather than one at a time. However, there's usually one catalyzing lyric or idea that re-unlocks the process and opens the floodgates. Two years ago, this song was that catalyst.

Anyway, lyrics and a link to music below the cut.

Exile's End

I cannot wait, I cannot wait I cannot wait for exile’s end

I used to be somebody Now I’m just somebody else I could handle a crowd, I could dream out loud And I could not get over myself

I dined on melodrama And now I’m mellow defined I can stay off stage, I can stay disengaged And I’m only reckless in my mind

Cause I’m in no hurry and I won’t pretend That I cannot wait for exile’s end

I used to love to see it And now I just hate to be seen I thought I could be free of my history Yet memory’s still evergreen

So I’m in no hurry and I won’t pretend That I cannot wait for exile’s end

I used to have ambitions And now I just have my doubts My only addiction, fostering fiction, Is always gonna rat me out

A comeback’s a good look, and I’d wear it well, But if anyone’s asking, I can’t tell

Cause I’m in no hurry and I won’t pretend That I cannot wait, I cannot wait I cannot wait for exile’s end

Music here. Thanks for the indulgence.