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shiftingtomydrs · 10 months ago

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descendants rant

Ok idk how to do this so ill just start with myself (or better my parent)

Bcs we all know im a whore for op characters and I really didn’t wanna go basic and just be mals sister or smth I decided to put wanda aka scarlet witch into this universe (basically after the whole no more mutants thing she was banned into the universe by dr strange and professor x or smth yk idk and she tried to get back and that caused some trouble so she was put on the isle of the lost) haha my dad is hades btw but I don’t know it, my mum doesn’t know him either it was more of a ons gone wrong situation

Nowww some stuff about me, my name is scarlet pietra maximoff (yes after Pietro) and im 16 in the first movie. I basically have my mums powers but cant use them on the isle obviously soo idk that I have them until i get to auradon. Also wanda is more like her comic version but since idk the comic events bcs I haven’t read them there are probably inaccuracies lmao. I speak sokovian and exclusively sokovian with my mum and its my first language but English with everyone else. I have red hair in the first movie (but like scarlet red not ginger) and then in the 2nd at the start I have dark auburn / brown hair and in the third I have like dark red hair with like black roots? Idk how to describe it. In the first and 2nd movie I have like red eyes (not in a creepy way) and in the 3rd I get blue eyes, ill say why later. My main color is red yk scarlet witch and shit and idk what else to say haha but feel free to ask questions

My s/o is ben aka beasty boy (fr I started calling him that before I found out uma calls him that soo yeah I thought I was onto smth only to find out im not the first one who came up with that) and hes the same basically except he also speaks French (I love french speaking men and beauty and the beast takes part in France originally so sue me) idk the timeline is pretty much the same as in the movies except the whole breakup thing at the start of the 2nd movie doesn’t happen

Plot of movie 1: I go with all the other vks (its just 4 but ok) to auradon but except like 1 month to the coronation like in the movies it’s for the whole school year (idk when the coronation was but id say like June or smth) soo from august on. Since my mum is kinda yk abandoning me and being a shit parent bcs shes still grieving and some shit I basically was always around the other 4. Then once there everything kinda plays out like it does in the original movie except for my powers embarrassing me around ben haha idk I think its funny to have my powers go cray cray when im around him (also we dream of each other before we meet bcs *soulmates* but like without seeing faces and stuff). Then mal comes up with the whole love spell thing but it’s a bit different, it only works if the person casting the spell loves the person theyre casting it on (idk I needed an excuse for why mal would let me cast the spell) soo yeah I do the spell and then I basically take mals place for a bit. The whole parent day thing comes up (in the zoom thing they do with the villains my mum doesn’t show up tho) and audreys grandma still grabs mal and stuff and my powers kinda work subconsciously and yk pull them apart and make chad fall into the sleep thing so then everyone hates us (especially me) again and I feel terrible. Coronation day, same thing, love spell gets dissolved bla bla bla. Jane takes the wand, I take the wand from jane, maleficent comes and I give the wand to mal and mal gives it to the fairy godmother, maleficent freezes everyone. Now it strays from the movie basically mal fails to turn maleficent into a lizard like in the movies and she gets also like frozen then I come in and save the day and then fall into like a small coma bcs my powers feed on my life force / energy yk and that was too much. But then I wake up again.

Movie 2: beginning is the same except I replace mal as yk future queen but mal still feels overwhelmed and misunderstood and runs away after the picnic scene (its me and her in the scene, I replace ben in that one). Basically i find out and tell evie and she tells ben and they convince me to stay put while they go get mal bcs yk the coronation thing was scary and im not the most popular over there atm. Ben gets captured, the boys get me to make the wand bcs printing it takes too long, we go back to the isle and we save ben. I use my powers but not that much yk just I know my boundaries. Fast forward to cotillion, uma still spells ben, she turns into a sea monster and I start idk fighting her but since I used so much of my powers the day before already to make the wand and in the fight so yk im nearing the edge of too much. Mal turns into a dragon, ben jumps into the water, does a less y/n pick me version of his speech, uma goes, mal turns back but doesn’t have the big purple dress moment, just a small purple dress moment (like not the big ass gown but more of a cocktail party dress) bcs theres no way shell steal my moment haha

Movie 3: same thing the whole time basically except that when Audrey shows up and spells ben, I go after him immediately and the boys find me while they search for ben in the woods. Mal still gets hades ember (and finds out im her sister during it) and also still promises uma that she’ll free the villains but since shes not the future queen in my dr she doesn’t have jurisdiction to push that through and when I tell that to mal and uma and that I cant just do that uma gets angry and leaves like in the movie. Also since imo the whole ‘we’re not evil anymore and all are happy to go to auradon’ plot doesn’t happen in my dr bcs its stupid haha. In the end I fight with Audrey and get my wandavision scarlet witch transformation moment and yk basically shes agatha and im wanda (she not only took maleficents wand and the crown in my dr but also the darkhold which is still like a dark magic book but without the corruption part, its kinda like the ring from lotr, it corrupts everyone except the owner yk so I don’t get corrupted if I use it but Audrey does) and I absorb hades ember during that thing (Audrey is holding it) which gives me *drum roll* blue eyes. In the end the exchange program will be continued but yk not the barrier lifted bcs the villains are still villains and wanna get revenge (I believe in character development but that whole plot was just stupid af on Disney part sorry not sorry).

some random shit:

i do cheer in auradon in the 2nd movie

i have a friend from my cr i scripted in whos the kid of sisu from raya and the last dragon

my mum and i live in a little cabin on the isle (kinda like the one at the end of wv)

i write music (i have a playlist with songs ive written in my dr if anyone is interested)

i cant swim based just entirely on the fact that the enchanted lake scene in movie 1 can still happen lmao

soo thats it feel free to ask questions (really ask questions, i want questions doesnt matter if ive already answered it or you think its stupid) it got a teeny tiny bit long but who cares lmao

#shift #shifter #shifting realities #reality shift #shiftblr #shifting diary #shifters #shifting #desired reality #reality shifting

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scourgefrontiers · 1 year ago

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oc spotlight: ive

oh my god. oh my GOD ive. my sweet baby boy. my beautiful sunshine child

ive (pronounced eve) is definitely also one of my top favorite ocs ive ever made. he started as just like...i think a sort of spiteful oc?? as in i made him to spite the haters lol. i wanted to make a very powerful saiyan with an all-new transformation that was even more powerful than super saiyan blue and was also rainbow bc fuck u. and that was ive!

here's his first ref

compared to his newest (which still holds up even tho its old so i never bothered to update it but i kinda want to ngl)

ive went to being the one-off final boss for mirrors to being one of the stars of the sequel, facets! his development is off the charts actually. originally a soldier that got kidnapped and used for an experiment by an evil wizard, he eventually got taken in by the universe's god of destruction, who saw his potential to become the next god of destruction with the proper training. he eventually fulfills this role and while he struggles with it he gets the hang of it over time!

his power is what really grew over time though. he started out with just super saiyan albedo--my original rainbow transformation that surpassed blue and could only be defeated by THREE fusion warriors, two of which were blue and one that was ssj4. it was already insane. but then he learned ultra instinct. and if that wasnt enough, he eventually developed a super saiyan form that surpassed even ultra instinct--in fact, it surpassed someone else's form that already surpassed ultra instinct. AND THEN? due to out of control negative emotions, he accidentally brought on this form that would tear the multiverse apart if it wasnt controlled. luckily it was, and he was taken under the grand priest's wing to further train him and hone his power and control over it.

basically he's my most OP dbz oc currently LOL. and god i love him so much. b/c despite his insane powers, he still chooses to be kind. he chooses to love, and he chooses to forgive, and he's just so. HES SO GOOD I CANT EVEN DESCRIBE HOW I FEEL ANYMORE

look at him in his little god of destruction uniform. look at him

anyway ya. i cant wait for facets bc that means i get to show more of ive's character development and power journey. im so actually excited to get to him at all

oh right one more thing: his relationship with moja, the current god of destruction. he definitely sees moja as a mix of a mentor and a father figure and he cares deeply about him. thats all i really had to say about that but it was important nonetheless

#oc spotlight

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rainbowgod666 · 3 months ago

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...i mean you forgot my tags but if you want yapping then whatever its almost midnight where i am.

Ok so

"Every romance book is called The Cootie Paradox" i mean. Not exactly, its usually some My Immortal tier bullshit that makes you wonder just how HARD society failed women, but also it adesso how most of these books (which i never actually READ btw 🤔) are basically just "what if twilight but with no superwholock supernatural shit and with r/womenwritingmen guys. Also none of the girls is described in a way that makes ANY eventual actor older than 17". Which just. Ew.

"Every horror movie is called Saunter" look. 90% of my posts are made under the presumption that one day pm seymour *will* be like "and what the fuck would YOU be, huh? :3". Of course every movie tries to be the new Thing/Saw/Friday the 13th/Gremlins/Tremors/Etc., because sure, art is beautiful regardless, but the monke brain wants golden statues, so why not try doing exactly what another film did? (And then you realize that not only there was no vision other than "fuck them they dont deserve to be better than me"¹, but also CINEMASINS watched that damn thing, and everyone in the comments agreed its the first time he had a correct opinion). Then the fucking FNAF movie came around and said "shut the fuck up and stick to the source material. Take some liberties if you want either a sequel or just want the movie to be Itself rather than Just Another Thing" and that was so cool.

"Every middling adult fiction book is called The Thousand Mile Road To Kelly Larson": m8 im already Autism Blasting onto you your OWN DAMN POST. last thing ya need is another post about the #society (which is so many dead memes i cant even-)

"Every influencer lead dieting brand deal is called Frümpi" dude. There are way too many posts about the "fitness regime" of society, all of them done by people that, unlike me, actually KNOW wtf they are talking about. Best i can tell you is what i KNOW (which is that excess in fiber or proteins kinda deletes your fucking intestine's internal CPU) and not what i FEEL (which i would do, but i dont want to sound like an... *audible disgust* a m e r i c a n c o n s e r v a t i v e 🤢). Also lets be honest, Frümpi is White People Code for "food that tastes good but funds the fucking idk gaza genocide? Congo genocide? The one in Sudan? Do americans think the world is a sandbox for them to kill as many people as they can? And they say videogames cause violence the fucking cunts". And also the name sounds like a granola bar you eat because a box of the things is 1.10€ and its the cheapest in the store and you go back home and you eat one of them and then you realize that damn bar is an offbrand of an offbrand of an OFFBRAND. How. The fujkck.

"Every resale app is called Bootd" the only thing i can say here is: Making Ebay 2 is idiotic, but at least the names sound somewhat funny² so there is an argument for that (also tech illiteracy is KINDA rampant so something that isnt older than me is probably easier to navigate or whatever)

"Every video essay made by someone who just picked a piece of media at random and thinks reading off the Wikipedia page for 80% of the vid is "good enough" is called The Capitalist Horror of Peppa Pig": ok. What fucking HBomberguyClone did you snort this off. Usually video essays are.done correctly. There are sources in the description nobody reads but they still put them because they care dude are you ok do you need somebody to talk to nobody gets this sort of visceral reactions unless they are particularly mad at the topic³ DO YOU NEED A HUG-

"And every place we experience all these things and more is called earth 💕": ...ok no thats actually kinda wholesome cause it implies humanity is Kinda Cringe-desu Innit Bruv and yet thats... what makes us human. Huh. Maybe i shouldnt set the bar on the ground for someone that can jump like a grasshopper.

So yeah this is all the content and the confusion i could squeeze from your post OP. In any case, my ask box is open (and so are my DMs really) and there are helpful footnotes in the post in case something needs higher clarification or is. You know. A Funny.

Also i proofread this damn thing. Something i didnt do for my ACTUAL IRL CLASS TESTS. SO.

every romance book is called the cootie paradox every horror movie is called Saunter every middling adult fiction book is called the thousand mile road to kelly larson every influencer lead dieting brand deal is called frümpi every resale app is called bootd every video essay made by someone who just picked a piece of media at random and thinks reading off the Wikipedia page for 80% of the vid is "good enough" is called The Capitalist Horror of Peppa Pig. and every place we experience all these things and more is called earth 💕

#¹ but i THINK thats just my projection??? idfk i am 19 and one life lesson i learned is “people would rather DIE than tell me that im right”#² which is just... PEAK late stage capitalism. fucking Deliveroo... Glovo... Swappie... AND THATS ONLY A FEW THE ONES KNOWN IN ITALY. FUCK.#³ believe me. i w o u l d k n o w .#anyways #welcome to the multiverse #this is just the Real World part

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gwaaaaar · 7 months ago

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Appreciation post for all the death note op/eds :3

Wowie this is gonna be long af bc I have sm to say... i will NOT be going frame by frame I will just be sharing what personally stood out to me, both musically and visually and that means it's the op/eds as they are presented in the anime, so nothing about the full length vers of the songs or their bands MVS.

OK SO. starting with the world. A classic. Very fond of light being shown laid down on a stained glass window but it's almost like you're looking up at him as if he was painted on a chapel's ceiling. ALSO very fond of the constant Christian redraws light gets as "God" like the one where hes on a cross and the one where hes reaching his finger out to Ryuk. Bc hes a nerd . LOVE love the scene where he's walking above the city and the scene where the birds are projected onto him to represent his projected image of himself... and the part where hes standing in front of the moon? Iconic. Really hammers home how isolated he wanted to keep himself as Kira... And misa on the floor? Love the colors they chose for that, the illustration is beautiful I kind of want to redraw it. The blue is a very unorthodox choice for her hair but its gorgeous. ALSO how the lead singer of nightmare holds his note on "kagerou" before light bites the apple gives me chills everytime. The contrast between the kira defense force looking in diff directions all confused compared to the shinigami lookin in a straight line ughhhhh that is the bomb. Naomi Misora pulling pieta plagarism with Raye Penber is also one of the most iconic visuals in the opening imo. Especially the singing that goes with it in that part. I feel like vocals in J-rock always got a certain flair to them (lead singer of SID, margarita-p etc etc) and that flair is what death note needs... THE SCENE where he's a little glass effigy that shatters and then the song goes crazy ohhhh my god oh my god. All the visuals of something breaking or shattering, like the rose bursting into petals in the beginning is delightful to me. Roses and glass are considered delicate items, almost as if Light's psyche was delicate in the beginning and just needed the death note to shatter his sense of self. The parts where they animate Light and L on their platforms or in the tunnel, they always make sure to rotate the camera aroud them which is an incredible animation feat like an utter flex. And those two rightfully deserve such good animation! Musically, the world is a very grand song. There is an instrument I can't quite put my finger on but it very much does remind me of an organ one may hear in church. The lyrics very much capture light's god complex and it is in such a way where you can't associate the song with any other character it is so distinctly Light.

Alumina is so visually stunning with the monochrome and slight dashes of color. You get the snapshots of Light just. Being a teenage boy contrasted with how mature he looks in that first shot... he looks evil almost in that. The first line of "Dare ni mo mirenai yume wo mite" is so incredibly chilling especially with the tone the singer sings it in. Then you get the black and white flashes of Light picking up the notebook and Ryuk. The way its framed is almost cursed like I cant describe it but the exposure is so high up and the speed at which it flashes it feels like I shouldnt have seen it at all. There's nothing that can be done for light he had sealed his fate. ALSO ""Itsuwari" "osore" "kyoshoku" "urei"" is an incredible beat drop and the animation that goes along with it? The way they rotate the camera around light before panning up to ryuk? While Light looks a bit strange from below, that still doesn't negate how masterful that animation is! I'd argue moreso than the scenes where they rotate the camera around L and light in "the world" considering how much more there is, like the trees and buildings compared to just a tunnel or platforms. The final scene where that picture of light flashes and you see his different expressions... very nice way of showing the different facets of his personality. The entire song is so somber compared to "the world." Alumina still has light's inflated sense of self but instead of it being godhood adjacent like "I have to do this for mankind" as if it was a duty thrust upon him, in my opinion alumina is more along the lines of "this world is shit and holding me back from making it better, so i refuse to submit." Both are Light essentially martyring himself for his ideals but Alumina I feel paints him in a more human light. Like the things he feels is something we can feel as well.

Everyone shits on Whats up people but I AM ITS NO 1 STAN... the fact that death notes first op/ed reflects how light sees himself, and then the second ones go off the rails because thats what light is, rouge. When he laughs like crazy and that's all you see... its a bit scary but yeah hes a crazy serial killer for a reason. The scene where L spins on his chair is fucking awesome i can watch that forever. I am so so so very fond of the bright colors in that and the neo noir esque scene where the police force pull out their guns. It's so dynamic and really gives ya somethin to look at. And i know the misa pinups is a bit of a trashy fanservice moment but. Misa is very cute . So. And the art style is cute! Like the dots and the heavy lines, I would steal that art style. Also again with the roses imagery... But god. I think the absolute showstopper is when the singee builds up with "hey hey ningen suan ka, are wo ningen fuan ka?" And it's Light walking through the city while the people that have followed him in his kira endeavours are around him as well and he slowly passes them, discards them. He gets to Mello whos under him in the drain because Mellos actions were to unreadable/unpredictable to him.... never know when hes gonna pop out yk? But inevitably light gets the upper hand on him.... yet when Light reaches Near, the light shines onto Near instead as Near exposes light for who he is and light FINALLY snaps and the singer goes uttetly crazy and screams and smashes their guitar against the floor... does that not scream Light throwing his tantrum at the end. AND as a callback to the first opening, you see him on the stained glass again, but his body is discolored like hes rotting. Dying god imagery??? Can i get 1 million for dying god imagery??? FUCK I LOVE THAT VISUAL SO MUCH. Yeah i know the songs lyrics are repetitive but like. Idk its good it scratches my brain. It shows how much of a one track mind lights gotten. Hes playing around like a bored god after L dies, almost taunting humans as if he wasn't one by insulting them for having vices. Its hypocritical and its funny.

ZETSUBOU BILLY ! is so good. I love the imagery of Light going up an elevator, and in the first part of the song, while the vocals arent calm, they are calmer than the second half of the song. So for that first part its kinda just. Watching light go up. After L dies, it isn't difficult for Light to gain even more influence in the world as Kira and i think thats what the elevator reflects. Then as the vocals build up with "menzai no word" you see light turning, and the next line repeats the scene with light upside down... like how his goals have completely flipped from doing things for the good of others to himself. AND THEN. THE REVEAL THAT LIGHT WASN'T GOING UP. HE WAS GOING DOWN. TO THE SHINIGAMI WORLD. That's sooooo goood. And then his watch flies past and you see him writing like crazy.... The scene where he walks into traffic is such a good way of showing how his god complex has progroessed so far he believes himself immune to practically anything... and the final shot where hes dead on the floor and because hes in blue at first glance it looks like L but then it pans out and its Light... good . I really like how Zetsubou Billy isn't directly abt light but like. Come on. A boy thats despairing over the state of things? The lyrics are a bit strange at time but I cannot see it as representative of anything but Light.

Anyways thats my thoughts of the dn ed/ops :3 i would like to know anyone elses opinions on the soundtrack

#death note

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sincerely-krp · 7 months ago

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they always have to be specific that they're chinese/korean/japanese and if not, then they call themselves "east asian". // just wanted to weigh in on this and say that because of americanized habits i'll use "asian" when people here assume east asian by default //

so this is a bit long, sorry. this topic is just really close to my heart.

to start, im asian, not specifying to keep myself from being IDed but i will say im not east asian specifically. im the same boat as you (op 2) because i AM asian in addition to my specific nationality, and which one i use tends to depend on whether i think that the person im talking to has enough common sense to know that asians arent a monolith. because ive met people who still make “all asians look alike” jokes (and usually these people are actually only thinking of very specific image of an asian person, heavily east asian beauty standards). those people are the kind of people who i would use specific terms on, mostly for MY own peace of mind because it rubs me the wrong way when i feel that someone (especially online when they dont know me or what i look like) is thinking of me through the lens of stereotypes. but on the other hand ive met a different breed of idiots who see me and decide i dont “look asian enough” because in their heads, their picture of an asian person is basically an east asian and im not an east asian and i dont have east asian features. the sad part is i have gotten this judgment from other asians too. like someone mentioned, there is a lot of internalized racism, judgment, and colorism between different asian communities that lends this issue so many different aspects because *yes* people need to acknowledge asians are no monolith and *yes* people need to acknowledge that asians can still share the common broad identity of being “asian” without being generalized. when it comes to that second issue, i honestly say im asian on purpose because i need the person to understand that YES i am asian, in addition to my specific nationality.

that’s just how i personally navigate those terms. and again im not east asian, so i cant and wont speak for whether chinese/japanese/korean folks and if there is a cultural reason that they do prefer specific terms. i just wanted to give my own perspective since part of this discussion is the broader term of ‘asian’ and unless original op you are chinese/japanese/korean yourself, i dont think we should make generalizing statements like that for them or legitimizing/delegitimizing people’s identities SOLELY because they didnt use what you thought was the “correct way” that a group of people “would” describe themselves. and all this doesnt even factor in the effects of emigration and what living in a different country than your birth country adds to that clusterfuck!! this issue around identity specifically among asians has been around for years, and i know that because i swear i have this identity crisis twice a year like a fucked up imposter syndrome of “does [my 100% specific descent from an asian country] mean i am asian” “am i asian enough” (YES I AM) and when i look for other people who feel the same way to feel less alone, even my most basic searches leads me to articles discussions from as early as the 2000s. it is just already so exhausting to figure this out for myself so when i see people trying to dictate this for other people, i get so……

anyways, tldr. let’s please not generalize and hold whole groups of people to certain ways of acting or referring to themselves, and let’s not use that way of thinking to decide who we ‘believe’ to be east asian or specifically japanese or chinese or korean or more broadly asian and so on. sincerely, a tired asian

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floodnetworks · 3 years ago

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11 months post op from top surgery thats kind of crazy .. cannot even begin to unpack the joy & relief of having this body, im so excited to get to have it for the rest of my life, i know ive barely scratched the surface of all the things that will make me happy (i have done very little swimming, public shirtlessness, sex, summery activities, etc)

i def still think about it every day & im like woww remember how i had top surgery? crazy. but also its so normal to me now, its very natural and feels right. i cant even begin to describe how relieving it is to be able to choose my outfits in the morning and decide how fem or masc i want to dress & not worry at all about my chest being visible, i feel so much freer to express myself and be creative with my appearance.

obviously im also thrilled with how my results turned out, my scars are getting closer to my skin color which is really nice, my chest looks very natural and nice. for a while i was shocked at how big and bright my scars were, like, really, it was like 11" of scar right across my chest, obvs i knew it would be like that but still alarming to have on ur body even when ur expecting it and ok with it! im glad theyve faded more but r still visible :) i love the shape my surgeon does scars, to me its so beautiful & natural looking.

every day i am shocked & grateful for it. the absurdity never ceases to amaze me, that some guy was able to literally cut open my body and radically change it, and somehow made it look nice, and it made me feel so much better about being alive. i think a lot about the years leading up to surgery, when around this time of year i would be ecstatically wearing hoodies and jeans bc they made me feel like my body was how it should be (by hiding it). i still have the intense instinct of loving having my arms & legs covered but i think that might just be something about me as a person lol. but anyways now im wearing sweaters and hoodies and jackets and loving it as always but this time its not bc i need to hide my body, i just get to dress for the weather and wear what i like to wear, which a lot of people take for granted being able to do.

umm so ya very cool

#personal log #top surgery

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rheaweary · 2 years ago

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beyond the fleeting gales by crying is no joke the best album i have ever heard in my entire life, like both for personal and objective reasons. the album art is somewhat crude and might put people off about the quality of the music but it seems to be an ongoing joke the band members have going on bcs Look at this shirt lmfao.

the first tracks honestly the only one that I initially did not like listening to because it takes a while to pick up, but over time I’ve come to appreciate it as part of crying’s ability to have a setup and a payoff that’s unpredictable and unbelievably euphoric when it hits you. There are several microexamples of this within every single track on the album, my favorites being in ‘well and spring’ and ‘wool in the wash’, by foreshadowing the final chorus with 2 or 3 lush choruses before it that showcase a new direction in the sound pallet, but leave a bit more to be desired. this is no problem though because that desire is WAY more than met by the end of the song with an explosive final chorus that can only be described as being continuously pummeled by a professional boxer and peaceful waves on a beach at the same time. this method crying uses sticks with me personally because as a musician myself i often find myself making things that i wish i had a way of expanding upon more because i know they have potential, but im just a weak little thang though so it takes a lot of time and effort to make any kind of progress and i usually end up scrapping things. i think that’s one of the common struggles associated with being a musician, but crying’s riffs consistently flesh out their ideas and fully realize them in every single song in BTFG. And they *know* that they can because of the intentional foreshadowing to the epic ending chorus with the little mini choruses. it’s awesome and fresh even after countless listens because the pacing in every concept is so expertly built up to, and none of the grand choruses feel like a truck hitting you in a bad way. its definitely still a truck. but you know youre abt to be hit by it, and know itll feel good. what even is this analogy anyway. im gonna return to the album cover i brought up at the start. have you ever like looked at a piece of art for so long u start seeing things that might not be there? i feel like the album cover for BTFG does this because the painting kinda sucks but i find it to be full of life and revitalized by the music; im finding qualities of it that i like because the music gave that extra dimension to it by association. in a way i think the album cover is like one of those prechoruses that leave more to be desired but are inevitably met by the bandmembers’ artistic vision and confidence plus Skill cos i cant undermine how freaking technical every single moving part of every song is, even the minimal parts bring out a new component. the vocals take the spotlight and turn the vibe knobs to 10 whenever the synths dwindle to the little analog bweep bwoop thingys, and the syncopation with the keys and the guitar is absolutely nuts, especially in solos like the one in wool in the wash. i read a comment once that that song made the OP straightup cry and they couldnt understand why, and that’s exactly the beauty that the songs i BTFG consistently pull through on. I have this thing where i really struggle piecing lyrics/movie dialogue together without captions and even then I really *feel* the passion and vision that the bandmembers wanted to convey. it oozes out of every single second, and so many ideas are packed into each section. sometimes it does feel busy but idec cos it sounds good and thats also just a statement to how much these people love their craft. they put all this time and crammed it into every second, like it all HAD to be there at once before they lost it or something. im kinda the same with my writing style lol but no english teachers grading this so 🖕the lyrics are also some of those poetic interpretable kinda deal, or maybe theyre not and im dumb but Idc. I interpret them to conflicts in my life and they r a nice place to go to to swim in some of my less nice thoughts comfortably, and i think the only other album that’s ever done that for me is vdc by sweet trip. i can keep going but ya this is what happens when nobody responds to me spam posting songs on twitter LOL. thanks for reading

#crying #crying band #album #album review #music review #music #prog #beyond the fleeting gales #crying beyond the fleeting gales #btfg crying #crying btfg #beyond the fleeting gales crying #best album evrrr #i hit the word limit and didnt wanna make a second post so i stopped waahh #listen to this album u wont regret it #one of the best things 2 happen to me #my gender is wool in the wash by crying

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xenosagaepisodeone · 3 years ago

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ok 3.0+1.0 longpost -_-

it’s difficult for me to describe how I feel about 3.0+1.0 as a film because it’s artistic vision is just a 25 year cultivated response to the otaku fixation on nge. this film hardly feels like it can stand on it’s own feet as a coherent story -- it’s constantly introducing and reinterpreting symbols, contexts and concepts in order to lay down some kind of grounded world while also wanting to be evocative of the freeform flow of feelings occurring in EoE/Ep25/26. if this movie was it’s own thing and just living in the shadow of it’s predecessor, I could probably live with it and maybe even say that I liked it, but it’s flip flopping on if it wants the metanarrative to drive the story or if it wants to erect a new mythology of Eva altogether completely squanders maximizing the potential of doing either. what were left with is a very cowardly iteration of the message at the end of nge -- “human connections are important, even if they can be painful” becomes “ if we show you what you wanted to see for the past nearly 30 years, will you grow up now?”

"Defeated" feels like how I would describe the ethos of this film.

reiQ’s farmer adventures were cute, but in a way that felt bittersweet- because this character is not actually rei. not simply because she is not ayanami, but because she carries no actual development from her previous iterations like the other characters of rebuild. reiQ answers the question of “what if rei was actually as moe as she looks in official art” but forgets to pull the rug out from beneath you to unveil the depths of her turmoil. while Ayanami would say “I am not your doll to control”, reiQ has almost every aspect of her character dictated to her by other people - and this is depicted as fulfilling and human (because Anno wants you to get a job and have kids). not even her name is her choice. her sudden death only exists to serve as a motivator for shinji. I wanted to believe that this was some commentary on how a relationship without pain and loss cant exist, but it seems unlikely as rei (1, 2, 3, Q, Ayanami, lilith, etc) does not have an arc in this film. also the TV production quality of the village segment made it feel like I was watching a 12 episode sol as opposed to an actual film.

funnily enough, my feeling towards reiQ made me feel retroactive distaste towards 1.0 and 2.22. I’ve never thought rebuild was good, that much has never been a secret. 1.0 and 2.22 however carried enough over from the original series that it felt like the original characters were picking themselves up and getting better. I was happy seeing asuka, who had previously spent 26 episodes and a movie being miserable, open herself up to happiness. I was happy seeing rei connect more with shinji. even if the characters had to become simplified versions of themselves to find their own peace, it didnt feel thatbad. I didn’t realize until 3.0 came out how little this tetralogy had to it beyond puppeteering iconography and hoping that fans find meaning in it. 3.0 and 3.0+1.0 carried the same conviction of 1.0 and 2.22 of showing you characters you like doing things you wished they did, but with the support of the original series environment withering away to unveil half baked ideas, convoluted plots and meaningless regurgitation of every meaningful image this series has produced. seeing rei stripped even farther than her bare bones as reiQ put into focus what I thought I appreciated about 1.0 and 2.22.

there were a few times throughout this movie where I was trying to figure out what it was that anno was trying to say. as stated in my op paragraph, the film does carry it’s own simplified message about how important it is to grow up and face the real world, but this message largely betrays the framing. its cowardly. the pain that shinji experience does not come from the Other anymore, it is all self inflicted. learning to endure hardship simply became a matter of overcoming your own feelings, because now everyone else in your life effortlessly accepts you. there are 3 girls with who dont have any problems anymore and a solarpunk empire that would be all over you if you simply stood on your own two feet. there is no asuka experiencing hedgehog dilemma with shinji, there’s only asuka who exists so shinji can learn how to confess to a girl. there is no misato constantly subjecting shinji to a interplay of projecting her issues onto him and attempting to mother him (with varying degrees of success), there’s just shinjis step mom who accepts that she is responsible for him (which feels GREAT to see but feels bad when you think about what it sacrificed to get there). for a guy whose complicated relationship with otaku culture has bled into his work, you would think that idealistic fantasy of the real world wouldnt be the crutch of the delivering his message. when I say that “defeated” is the ethos of this film, I mean that it is so lacking in purpose compared to its predecessors that it wears itself thin trying to superficially have something for every conceivable audience while throwing out the meat of why people liked those things in the first point.

I was surprised to see that it was gendo who survived as the most introspective part of the film. i’m conflicted towards how I feel about a gendo redemption arc, but I feel as if his instrumentality sequence itself was decently shot (I hate having to compare it to ep 25/26 but it lacks the artistic flare for such a big budget film) and very well articulated. there’s a beautiful story in here about realizing your parents are people and parents realizing the responsibility they owe to their children, but I wish it could have been explored in a different film where characters are less held back by their established canon. honestly watching this whole sequence made me wonder if anno is still friendly with goro miyazaki LMAO

I was largely uninterested in the fight scenes, I think the only one that genuinely made me feel something was the one towards the end where asuka turns into an angel. the poor fight choreography coupled with weird shot composition and the overbearing usage of cg makes fight sequences overbearing and kind of difficult to decipher. cg fights are largely 1 eva vs a swarm of enemies that take up the screen, all of them having the same line weight which just ends up making all parties involved look like a mesh of colors. there arent real stakes for the most part either, asuka and mari tear through waves of enemies with effortless precision accuracy in a way that isnt visually or technically impressive.

believe it or not, I don’t actually dislike Mari. Mari enacts what Anno sought to do with the Rebuilds -- to destroy Evangelion. Mari (literally!) falls out of the sky into the story and is not gripped by the pain of the hedgehog’s dilemma as she exhibits her adoration for most things. her romance with shinji is intentionally analogous to how anno perceives his relationship with his wife -- that she saved him by encouraging him to live in the real world. the actual, textual ridiculousness in her character is softened when you realize that she’s just another component of his 4 movie long exhibition of telling everyone his life is better now that he’s successful and has a hot and talented wife.

is it worth complaining about all the crotch or ass shots. i think we all feel the same way about it. anyway i have more thoughts but these are my loose ones.

#3.0+1.0 #thrice upon a time #evangelion

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cupidlakes · 4 years ago

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What's your favorite and least favorite thing about gogy?

idk why this isn’t framed like an ask like it looks like i just typed the above stuff out omg i don’t know what you did op but sure i’ll answer this!

edit: anon i’m so sorry and i didn’t realise you said “thing” and this is very lengthy

i’ll start with my least favourite, george can be really stubborn sometimes and when he won’t easily give into something it’ll kind of ruin the mood/make others really frustrated and it can be tense to watch

it’s like sometimes he knows when to concede and back down and other times he’ll just argue for ages and want it his way it’s usually over very silly stuff related to minecraft, then again it also doesn’t ruin entire streams because him and his friends are quick to get over stuff it’s just something he does which can be awkward to watch in the moment

on a more serious note george being aggressively apolitical is also not my favourite thing i get it and i largely appreciate how he tries to stay unproblematic and he has a good track record but his radio silence sometimes on things is not a good look and it’s something that can personally bother me

but also it’s not like i can or want people to force him to make statements on stuff he doesn’t know enough about but a little allyship couldn’t hurt when it’s a cause everyone is rallying behind and most of the time it’s only ever george who hasn’t said anything even sapnap and dream have had things they stood for or at least when it mattered and george just hasn’t, ever

it’s worth it to note i don’t think he’s secretly a bad person or has really awful views i just think he doesn’t get/care about politics and it’s okay to admit that comes from a place of privilege no one is above this

my favourite george things include (because i cant pick just one):

how he instantly vibes with people he sometimes straight up doesn’t know there’s so many examples of this and i always love watching his mcc povs because it’s nice to see people instantly warm to him, he just has that effect and it means i never fear him being in calls with people he doesn’t talk to/know that well because it’s never awkward he’s always pleasant and he’ll match their energy and it’s a really nice time! bbh was right yesterday about george having a bright personality that people are drawn to

his non-competitiveness and ability to not take stuff toxically seriously is really nice and refreshing like again, it’s why i’ll always pick stuff like his mcc pov to watch because he’s just there for the ride and to have fun and be entertaining for his viewers and obviously he’ll try his best and if he wins it’s so exciting but if he doesn’t it was still a really really good time and the vibes would always be good regardless

i love his respect for his own privacy unironically i think it’s cool that he doesn’t want to share every detail about his life and he shouldn’t have to i like that he clearly separates the content and his online persona from his real life some stuff is just personal to him and he should be allowed his things that he doesn’t want to share with the world but i like when he does and it always feels special when he wants to :)

i like that he’s kind to his viewers and always wants to make us happy and it’s in the little things he does, like i was rewatching an old stream and someone asked him to turn on the subtitles in minecraft because they were hard of hearing and he did it immediately he also writes down peoples names to check out what they’ve sent to him and seems to make an effort to check

i’ve mentioned this before but he tells off people for spending too much money on him genuinely and it’s funny i remember him once saying something along the lines of “it’s not reverse psychology when i tell you to stop like i seriously don’t want you spending that much on me” and it was just nice to hear and he always wants to satisfy his viewers and make us happy and give us the best content he can offer and i really appreciate it

i also love how he genuinely engages with people he’ll do it by pointing out peoples funny twitch names and expands on their donos when he wouldn’t have to and starts discussions w his chat and i just like that when someone says something to him he takes it in considers it and replies honestly and starts talking about it generally i don’t know how to explain it but george doesn’t brush off donos the same way i see a lot of other people do he genuinely thinks about his answers and what he’ll say back

would it be silly to mention how i love how he interacts with his pets/animals he seems to melt down into a softer version of himself whispering and being really gentle it’s a nice side of him to get to see sometimes he seems like genuinely such a kind person

and my god this is getting so long but the last thing i’ll point out and i talk about this a lot so i’m sorry but it’s how i love when george has these little moments where you can see he really pays attention to and appreciates the smallest details in life whether it’s him fawning over dogs in minecraft or simplistically describing the frogs he’d catch as a kid as “slimy” or appreciating a good sunset it’s like, i just like how he looks at things and decides he likes them and wants to be happy over them, this world is so chaotic and busy there’s smth beautiful to me in someone who can stop and appreciate the simple wonders in it for a moment and it’s weirdly grounding

alright i’m so sorry this was an essay long response i’m so bad at condensing my george feelings but i hope this came across well if you’re still here thanks for reading

#asks #not sure to tag critical for the first bit #and i don’t necessarily wanna argue about it either because they’re my personal feelings you know and i still love him #also it’s not me saying anything new tbh #none of this is new this is just rehashed brainrot but when people ask me what i like about george #i want to sufficiently cover it LOL #bc i have a lot of george feelings #and i feel like people sometimes don’t understand why i like him so much #submission

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silly-goose-kid · 8 months ago

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hi OP i would just put my thoughts in the tags but. i cant. so i wont. because oh my god

author what if i cried? what is i sobbed? what if i killed everyone in VBS and then gently nursed them back to health?

this is genuinely one of the most beautiful fics i've ever read i!!! i can't. toya interospection type fics are one of my actual favourite things ever and you did it so well. i love how the memories and the present are intertwined, and even though there isn't toooo much direct interaction, you can feel the character dynamics and emotions so well and it's so warm and soft i. i can't.

i sent a screenshot of

he gave his life, his body, his very function of thought over to his partner. Akito could give it back and Toya could ask for it back, but Toya didn't want it back right now.

to a discord server i'm in and one of the members is going fully insane over it rn. like that is one of the most heartwarming ways to describe trust i've ever seen, it's so soft and in character I CRIED!!

not kidding! i cried! the music i had on may have also impacted that but i fucking cried i barely ever cry at fanfic!

im honestly just going insane over how GOOD this is. it's one of the best fics i've ever read and i'm losing it. will be religiously rereading for the next week so enjoy the knowledge that you've ruined me xoxo

BEGGING you to get on ao3 so that. 1, it'll get more attention bc people need to see this, 2, i can bookmark it, and 3, i can more easily direct my fanfic friends here.

if u want help w/ ao3 stuff (OR A BETA READER AHAHHA) hmu

going insane thank you sm for writing this <3

roots in the snow

pairing: implied polysquad, but can be read as platonic

summary: "As his feet took him through a dance he knew by heart, having never danced it before, he felt hands—warm, calloused, and yet gentle and careful—take his, joining him in his waltz. Toya slowly peeked his glimmering silver eyes open, letting the tune being played wash over him. He smiled, then continued to sing his very own song out loud."

warnings: my tenses are extremely dubious, no beta we die like nagi

author's note: fhownfkwbf this is my first time posting one of my writings on here!! or anywhere actually. HHH- this fic was entirely born out of hearing blender for the first time, late at night when the leaks first dropped. immediately, i had such a vivid image in my head, and dropped so much (no not everything) to write this. but finally... it is complete. please enjoy!!

The family summer estate hadn’t changed much since the last time Aoyagi Toya stepped foot within its borders.

The modern space was beautifully decorated, all thanks to his mother and the younger one of his two older brothers if Toya remembered correctly; pieces of music were strategically placed around the rooms, an obvious indication of which family owned the place. The large unlit apartment looked down upon the metropolitan city, the landscape slowly being painted with the sunrise’s soft colors.

The street musician slowly let go of the plastic handle of his suitcase, letting the emptiness of the place softly wash over him like an ocean wave. Dust covered the tops and knobs and just about every surface one could touch. Despite everything, this seemed to be the one place that wasn’t up-kept as well as the rest of the Aoyagi possessions.

Silver stormy eyes glanced around, carefully wandering around the long-abandoned apartment. Why his father continued to hold onto the place was beyond his understanding, but he and his father continued to be just one step apart from each other, even to this day.

Toya took a deep breath, stepping over to the window and gazing out of the window. The street life far underneath were like mere ants, but he quickly looked away, unable to stomach the sight of insignificant people and the drop. The buildings blended together under the brightening sky, slowly gaining their individuality as the city woke up. The boy couldn’t help a faint smile at the memories the sight brought him, and a moment later a newly-birthed tune began to be hummed.

The musician turned back to the apartment, grabbing his suitcase and rolling it into the master bedroom. Setting both his suitcase and carry-on backpack beside the bed, the boy scrounged through the bathroom closest—almost exactly as he’d faintly remembered it—-for cleaning supplies. Grabbing just a couple of dusting clothes to begin with, he began his cleaning mission, beginning with the master bedroom.

The reason Toya had come out to the Aoyagi estate—and so early, too—was to prepare the place for the rest of his partners. The four of them had decided to get away for a week for a time of refreshment and relaxation. Then he’d overheard his mother mentioning the estate, and asked if he could borrow it. Although his father was slightly perturbed at the thought of the four of them running around, his mother and he had restored their relationship quite a bit; the woman was just happy to see the place put to use once more, and she trusted Toya not to let the place get trashed.

Eventually, Toya booked a red-eye flight (courtesy of his mother against his father’s wishes, somehow over the years she’d become a louder voice against his father, or maybe he was just older now?) a day or so earlier than his partners, his schedule set to clean the apartment, buy food for at least the first couple of days, and hopefully have his things unpacked before he had to go pick up his partners from the airport.

As the sun crept higher and higher into the sky, bringing the entire city to life, Toya floated around the apartment, dusting and sweeping and mopping just about every surface he could get his hands on, once in a while breaking his flow to frantically jot something down on his to-do list before he forgot only to then struggle to get back into his original stride.

After the sun had passed the halfway point, Toya finally finished cleaning the entire house—except for one room. A room whose door he hadn’t opened yet, knowing full well the memories that laid buried behind the burden-heavy wooden door. But he’d come to terms with that weight, enough to be able to grab the handle and open the pathway to those memories. ---+---+--- Truthfully, his memories of the Aoyagi summer estate were actually quite bright ones—not necessarily happy, but not dark and stifling like home. Many memories were of time spent with family, often not in the context of music. But, of course, no Aoyagi would bear that name if they didn’t practice, even during vacation.

Lessons with his father were often grueling, sometimes even fearful for the youngest of the three children. Hours poured into one specific song, perfecting every line and string of notes while being lectured on this producer and that reason for creation. Toya had a good memory, a fact well-known to anyone who knew him, but even children can only learn so much before they can't do it any more.

Sometimes he’d fall asleep against his will; a surefire way to end their lessons early. Other times they’d be called by his mother or his siblings to come to the table or go out into the city with them; this worked here and there, depending on his father’s mood and his own attitude. Most times, however, his siblings would barge in and beg their father to let them play, either without Toya or just the two of them or with Toya and perhaps even their father too? Here, the pressure on Toya’s shoulders were lifted slightly, whether it be getting out of practice or dueting, trioing, or quarteting with the rest of his family.

Moments like those were bright, like the rising sun. He’d never been a great sleeper in new places as a kid, so often he wouldn’t sleep well or would wake up before the sunrise. His mother was an early bird, even by early bird standards, and so the two of them would watch the sunrise together; he’d never be forced back to bed, partially because once Toya was up, only extreme sleep deprivation could send him back to dreamland.

Yes, Toya had many bright memories of the Aoyagi estate—not necessarily happy, as many of them were playing on the piano or violin, solo or with his siblings. But they were memories that had shaped Toya into the musician, the street musician, he was today. As painful or dark or lonely as his past may’ve been, it was an undeniable part of who he was.

As long as he had the past, he resolved that special day, he would continue to fight. To take the shackles that he ran away with and turn them into a song worth singing to the world. ---+---+--- Although, Toya mused to himself, it had been quite a while since he’d last seen either of his brothers. Truthfully, the family had stopped using the estate around the same time his brothers had left, off to do their own things in the classical music world.

The musician leaned back in the driver’s seat, taking a deep breath. The memories from his past, bright or dark, were always tiring to ruminate over and examine closely, no matter where he was in life. But every year, his perspective on his past shifted ever so slightly, and every year he seemed to realize new things from things he’d already heard and seen a hundred times before.

Toya glanced at the time, then nodded to himself. His partners’ plane should be landing about now, so it was time he got out of the rental car and headed to them. So he dutifully did so, glancing at the large overhanging signs that he passed by to find the correct terminal (airports were annoying complex, Toya had come to learn, and no two were alike; An once commented that it felt like they made them mazes on purpose) where his partners should be arriving out of.

Toya quietly joined the crowd of people waiting for family and friends and sometimes complete strangers, scanning the throng of arriving passengers for the trio close to him and his heart. Just thinking about them put a soft smile on Toya’s lips. Under his breath, a song sprung to life, just quiet enough to only be heard by Toya himself—or perhaps so quietly that the voice he was hearing was just his mind singing for him?

Finally, after what felt like drawn out hours (but, in reality, just ten minutes) a familiar mop of orange hair appeared in the sea of arrivals, accompanied by two short heads of navy and tan-blonde. Toya reached up for them to see, and three sets of eyes—one caramel-olive, one tangerine-orange, and one chocolate-brown. All three of them smiled in varying intensities, perfect for who they were.

“Toya!” An called out, immediately rushing over to him as he moved away from the anxiously-awaiting relatives of arrivals. He braced himself and yet barely caught the girl as she barreled, partially leapt, right in him. She laughed loudly, the joy in her movements bleeding into her voice, and Toya couldn’t help but laugh quietly with her.

“An, you should let him go before you both go down.” Akito warned, watching the scene with an amused expression. An immediately de-latched a little bit, giving him one big squeeze before fully extracting herself from him. She swiped the offered backpack from Akito’s smug expression, slinging it around her shoulders once more.

“It’s good to see you again, Toya.” Kohane smiled, giving him a brief and quiet hug; he returned the hug just as quietly, hidden messages in her words and actions that he was always grateful to hear. The youngest of the four moved over to An at the latter’s behest, saying something about their bags.

An arm slipped around Toya’s shoulders—carefully and yet with no hesitation whatsoever, a pillar of strength that Toya could rely on—and rely on the pillar he did, immediately physically sinking into Akito’s warmth. He let out a quiet exhale, letting the stress and loneliness of the past day and a half flow off his shoulders. Here, with his partners, was where everything would be okay.

“You doing okay?” Akito murmured, a soft whisper that somehow helped din the voices crowding around Toya’s mind. The silver-eyed musician nodded, bringing himself back up out of the incoming fog. He could relax once he’d gotten the group to the apartment, where everything was all nice and clean and ready for four responsible (enough) people to live in.

(Truthfully, Toya did not prepare the extra bedroom where he and his brothers often slept together when they were younger. The group was notorious for, if they were in the same building together, all being found in the same bed together. If Toya remembers correctly, that was the tipping point for all of them getting new beds… none of their old beds could hold four people.)

“We should go help the girls with your bags.” Toya smiled. Akito rolled his eyes, giving Toya’s shoulder one final squeeze—one final hazing of the silver-eyed performer’s mind—before removing the physical pillar.

“I don’t know what An packs, but it is heavy as f—“ Akito was cut off by a flick to his forehead, causing the gruff musician to scowl as he and his partner trailed after the tail ends of the girls’ wakes. “Hey!”

“Language.” Toya berated with a smile. Despite everything they’d been through, some things just never changed between BAD DOGS. Toya began to sing quietly again, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Akito smile softly—and truly, from the bottom of his heart, he wanted to see Akito genuinely smile more and more.

And so, he’ll keep singing. ---+---+--- The first time Toya used his voice—his voice and voice alone—was one of the last times the Aoyagi family came to their estate. Both of his brothers wanted to go to an art exhibition, and their father and mother humored them (partially out of child satisfaction and partially out of personal interest). Toya, however, always struggled to appreciate the fine arts, and so stayed home alone. Both parents were unphased by this— okay, well, maybe his mother henned him a little.

The house was empty, the piano sitting untouched for the last few hours. And yet, Toya remembered vividly, the haunting sounds of the piano echoed throughout the lifeless house—lifeless because at that time, Toya wouldn’t have considered himself “alive” at that time. He was living, yes, but not truly alive under the hand of his father.

Back then, Toya was still trying to figure out where in life he wanted to go. Did he want to pursue music still, or branch out and find a new path in life? Well, the latter option was growing slimmer and slimmer as he got rid of option after option. He wanted to continue his path in music, but classical made him more and more nauseous—emotionally, mentally and physically.

Tsukasa-senpai had recommended more carnival, musical-like songs than he could ever hope to get through, and Saki-san had eagerly given him a number of band songs, both rock and a weird mix of rock and pop. Although Toya enjoyed both genres, he just didn’t click with the music given to him.

And then, a song he wasn’t expecting came on. Flipping back to the music video, he’d accidentally left the autoplay on. But immediately, the music hit hard and deep, reverberating in his bones. He remembers his eyes widening and his voice yearning like never before, begging to be freed and allowed to sing aloud.

That was the first song he’d replayed in his dive into music. He sang along, learning and teaching himself how to sing over and over again. Although he’d go on to learn other songs—sing other songs—during and after this trip, his voice hidden from his parents, this one song he’d hold close to his heart and one of the first he’d sang; no matter when and where, he’d sing that song first, always refining and perfecting the song that changed his life.

That song would continue to change his life, although he didn’t know it at the time—for that song he’d found accidentally, Fragile, would go on to be the song that brought Akito and Toya together. ---+---+--- Toya sighed, glancing out the window. The book he was holding had been taken from him at some point during his reminiscence of the past. He sighed quietly, why was he thinking about his history so much? Was the estate bringing up these old memories to the surface of his mind?

“Toya?” A robotic voice broke him out of his thoughts, startling the musician. He looked down at his phone sitting innocently on the table. MEIKO and KAITO were both there, looking at him with a worried glint— ah. Right. Now Toya remembered. He and KAITO had agreed to spend time in silence, Toya with his book and KAITO with his own music. MEIKO must’ve shown up recently without Toya realizing.

“MEIKO, KAITO.” Toya smiled softly. “Is everything alright?”

“I’ve been calling you for a while.” MEIKO smiled back, although still concerned. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m… alright.” Toya decided. “Just thinking a lot.” He glanced around. “Actually, where’s my book?”

KAITO and MEIKO glanced at each other, then began chuckling. “Akito tried to speak to you earlier, but seemed to realize he couldn’t snap you out of your thoughts. He took the book from your hands and went to the kitchen.” MEIKO explained. Toya flushed brightly, covering his mouth with his hand and looking back out the window. Seriously… Akito was too good for him.

“I just came in here to check in on you and the others, but it seems you’re all doing well. I think I’ll go talk to the girls now—KAITO, would you like to join me?” MEIKO asked. The blue-haired VIRTUAL SINGER shook his head.

“I’ve got to go give the twins this demo back and teach them some more. Thank you for your time. Toya!” KAITO nodded to the silver-eyed musician, who nodded back and said his goodbyes to the contrasting duo.

Toya watched his phone dim, then stared at it absently as his thoughts broke through the mental dam. A storm of thoughts encircled his emotions, growing darker and darker as the seconds rushed by. Toya tried to push them back, knowing full-well this tsunami of emotions wasn’t good for him or those around him, but felt himself slowly being dragged under the sea of dangerous thoughts; slowly, he felt himself unable to tread water, losing the ability to care.

And then a hand grabbed the top of his head. The hand yanked him up a bit, making the composer hiss as he reoriented himself to reality. A quiet murmur replied, the hand stroking his hair now. Toya sighed quietly, melting into the touch.

“You alright?” He felt Akito’s presence settle beside him on the seat’s armrest. “Anything I can do?” Toya smiled, leaning into Akito’s side.

“This is enough.” Toya replied, the storm in his mind already settling to calm seas once more. He felt Akito hum in reply, and then the hum turned into a song. Toya melted even further into Akito’s touch, feeling the familiar fog creep into his mind and quiet everything around him. The fog wasn’t new in his life but not necessarily old—an outcome of the full trust he put in Akito, trust so deep and true that he gave Akito his life, his body, his very function of thought over to his partner. Akito could give it back and Toya could ask for it back, but Toya didn’t want it back right now.

That familiar feeling swelled up in his bones, the feeling he’d experienced when Toya sang for the first time. He grabbed onto the few dangling pieces of his coherency and sang out with Akito, their voices mixing together to create a lullaby capable of sending Toya into a deep fog, lethargy cradling his body gently and safety encasing his mind. The last coherent thought Toya had was— ---+---+--- His mother was not a musician like the rest of the Aoyagis. How she and her husband had gotten together—heck, how they’d managed to even stay together!—Toya will never know. But one specific memory he has of staying at the estate was long before he considered running away and rebelling, seeking out a new path in life. The memories are foggy from age, but he remembered the key notes well enough: his brothers playing an upbeat melody on the piano together, his father accompanying them on the violin; his mother grabbing his small hands and smiling at him, asking him to dance with her. He remembers dancing joyously with her, laughing and giggling alongside her and his brothers, and seeing his father smile.

Just like a song, the notes faded from his ears, and the brightness of the memory dimmed from his mind. His brothers moved away, his father’s grip tightened on his chains, and his hands couldn’t reach for his mother anymore. But as the light of the past dimmed, just like the next song in a playlist or the next season in a show, another light appeared from behind him. He closed his eyes, letting the melody of brighter, happier days wash over him—days of dark streets, singing his heart out. Alone, then with one partner, then with three; as time flew past his eyes, he felt his feet beginning to move, to take him through the waltz of life. He heard the tune that materialized his feelings of moving forward, picking up his broken shackles and turning them into a song; he heard the song he’d written with his own two hands, the song that his partners had heard and immediately wanted to sing, experiencing that burning passion that Toya felt the day he discovered the tip of street music. The soft melody with the soft lyrics, conveying emotions unable to be conveyed through words.

As his feet took him through a dance he knew by heart, having never danced it before, he felt hands—warm, calloused, and yet gentle and careful—take his, joining him in his waltz. Toya slowly peeked his glimmering silver eyes open—

—letting the tune being played wash over him. He smiled at Akito, then continued to sing his very own song out loud. They let go, and he noticed An and Kohane beside him, smiling at him; from Kohane’s phone, MEIKO joined them in their song.

Kohane sung her line, soon joined by Akito in harmony. Then, MEIKO sang, followed by An, followed by Akito, before the group harmonized out of their intro. Toya sang again, taking a few dance steps with Kohane as she sang, then splitting from her to dance in step with Akito as his lines came on. He split off from him as well, singing by himself before Akito and An came up from behind him. MEIKO took her lines, accompanied by Kohane and Akito, before the latter two and An took each others’ hands and sang proudly, smiles on their faces.

Toya smiled alongside them, then reached for Akito; his partner took his hands, leading them back into their dance. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see An and Kohane dancing alongside them. As MEIKO took her lines again, the group partially split from their partners for the previous trio to sing again. Then Akito pulled Toya back in, easily taking the lead between the two of them while also allowing Toya his mind intact. Kohane sung after the boys, Akito backing her at the end, letting Toya glide away from him as he sung his lines; he sang from the bottom of his heart, letting his feelings overtake his voice to properly convey everything he’d put into lyrics, into this song. Beside him, he felt his partners come to his side, preparing themselves for the chorus.

Akito and Toya took the lead, MEIKO singing alongside them, before the VIRTUAL SINGER dropped out and let the two girls take her place. Toya smiled, dancing in perfect sync with his partners, a rehearsed portion of their song blending its way with the unrehearsed waltzes; the feeling of needing to sing bubbled its way to Toya’s voice, and the musician couldn’t help but sing louder and prouder, and couldn’t help but smile wider when he heard his partners match his power and fire.

An stepped forward, taking her line. Toya followed with his own line, and MEIKO after him; the group laced their hands together, bringing them up to shoulder-height and smiling at one another as they sang in unison. An sung again, and Toya too; Kohane and MEIKO took the last line together. An slid behind Toya, vocalizing her background harmonies as she placed her hands on his shoulders, the swaying touch telling him you’re here and we’re together forever. Akito sang loud and proud, his hand grabbing one of Toya’s and the look in his eyes telling Toya I’m proud and want to stand by you forever. Kohane took his other hand as her voice sang out her line, her eyes conveying to the silver-eyed musician I’m grateful to have you by my side, now and forever. Toya closed his eyes, unable to keep his emotions—both the dark and oppressing and the bright and joyful—from overflowing from his voice and tears as he sang the last line. An’s voice echoed over him as the others, one by one, joined with her in ending the song. The notes of the song drifted off, before finally leaving the apartment in silence.

The four of them stood there in silence, simply hugging each other as they let the intensity of the moment slowly drift into calm waters once more. Toya took a deep breath before spinning on his heel, startling all three of them, then gathering them into a tight hug. There was a squeak from Kohane and a grunt from Akito, but An was the first to hug back, laughing joyously into his ears. Kohane soon followed, then joined by Akito and finally Toya himself. And if anyone noticed the tears streaming down Toya’s face—happy, joyous, bright tears, tears that told his partners what his melody and lyrics could not—they didn’t say anything, simply holding onto each other as if the boat they were in was due to sink at any moment.

The last thought Toya had before the fog that often lingered around Akito faded into his head once again, bringing a new wave of tears with it. His past had shackled him, weighed him down for years, but with his partners by his side, he was able to not only remove the shackles on him, but was able to pick them up again, turning them into a song full of life and emotion. A song that he could sing with pride and with people he truly cared for and trusted.

And here, it was here, in their arms, Toya knew without the shadow of a doubt—with their voices, together as one in harmony, he would never be alone.

#for later #so so so sorry OP im going insane

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furvillaconfessions · 4 years ago

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Rotsy here. There seems to be a lot of hurt feelings going around about this, so I'm going to try to tread carefully, but I'm not going to sugar coat anything either. If you make it all the way to the end of this very long post I have some cool stories to tell you.

I'm not going to pick apart what @/post/634692733521559552/ said just yet, but I would like to address some of the replies, because they felt like a kick in the guts after reading the post of a clearly upset person.

I don’t see it as “gate keeping.” also this spirit is known around in many other cultures not just one. better to respect the ones who asked us to cenceor it over not cencoring it at all. now I got no proof but I see so many people say that they where asked to cencor it there for what I’m doing.

If you don't see it as gatekeeping when a native person asks (begs even) someone to stop talking for them, then you're part of the problem. How do you know they aren't part of the cultures these stories are coming from? We don't. All I ask is that you try to understand where this person is coming from before just outright rejecting what they are saying.

You cant say “literally no indigenous person” like youre getting mad at people speaking for all of us and then you speak for all of us lol. If youre truly to the point of wanting to VOMIT from seeing a censored word, i think you need to take a break from this blog and probably the internet. Nobody is treating us like primitive babies. Theyre respecting our culture when we ask them to.

Atilla, you know I love you, but you should respect the culture of op too, and have a talk with them instead of assuming their disgust is simply because of text on a screen. By saying they need to get off of the internet you're not affording them with the space to share their hurt feelings- which could be the only place they have to share those feelings for all we know. It was wrong to say 'literally no one,' but I believe that came from a place of pain and not malice. This person is clearly hurt and feeling like people aren't listening to their feelings on the subject- which is what many of us feel all the time. (Assuming you are also native because you said 'us' and 'our.' Correct me if I'm wrong.) There's a bigger problem here that's been brewing for a while, and I'd like to band with you to work on this instead of fighting with you, so if you want to pm me, please do.

Now some context:

A massive reason why (was it the only reason? I can't say) the word wendigo/windigo/wintiko/whetiko started getting censored is because individuals on twitter were making posts about how the wendigo is greatly misunderstood and misrepresented (even appropriated) in white dominated culture. These individuals were tired of being harassed by people who refused to give their culture respect (or blatantly insulting them) so they started censoring the word in order to prevent their posts from appearing in the search. The same thing happened on tumblr. A lot of native people are bullied and harassed into silence when we try to speak up about things so we use code words and censoring to stay safe on the internet. This is the reason why we started censoring conversations around the entity- and also the big reason why I abandoned my original tumblr.

The wendigo is complicated. It is not a demon or a boogyman, and it's not part of a religion. Our stories (the choctaw word literally translates to stories, so I don't mean to be disrespectful) are not a religion in the same sense a christian or a muslim has a religion. Religion in the way people are talking about it doesn't exist in native american culture unless, like previously said on this blog, they are christian. It's more complicated than that. Hinduism might be a closer relative in terms of cultural and religious structure, but I'm not hindi so I can't really say for sure. On top of that, various groups have their own interpretation of the entity. Stories of the wendigo are like your grandmother's christmas dressing recipe. Everyone's family has one and they all guard it zealously. Even within the same nations, it can be regarded as a spirit that possesses people who become greedy, or simply an allegory for sexual and/or physical assault from white people. It's not a monster in the same way white european culture has come to understand the monster analogy. This misunderstanding itself is appropriation in the most basic definition of cultural appropriation. This is before we even get into the discussion of how it should be depicted. It's not simply a monster or evil spirit or physiological disorder. The wendigo is so much more than that.

I don't pretend to understand any of the algonquin languages, so the translation is both literally and figuratively lost on me, but this is the best way I can explain it from a dear canadian friend: The creature is greed. Be that just greed or lust or hunger or colonialism, it doesn't really matter. It doesn't even have to be a creature for someone to be consumed by it. Even just what it represents is dangerous and goes against the very nature of our virtues all across the nations.

I posted a very long post here once before, but I can't find it in the search so I don't know if it even exists any more. Basically what I had said in that post is that this whole situation, on all sides, is causing more damage than good. The longer we keep winding in long circles around this topic, and the more people try to sink their teeth in to control the narrative, the more power the wendigo has over us all- literally or metaphorically is up to you. Don't yell at people when they are upset, don't harass people who use the word as a screen name, don't try to speak for everyone, and most importantly, don't disregard an native person's feelings on the subject, even if you disagree with them. We all have to vent, and some people are getting to their breaking point.

If you find someone misrepresenting or appropriating any part of your culture, the best thing to do is to talk to them about it. I know they don't exactly afford us with the same respect, but clearly yelling at people and harassing them is just making them dig in their heels.

If you made it this far, thanks for listening. Here's the cool stories I promised:

As a choctaw person, I have a proposition for people who genuinely like the deer-man monster concept. There's a creature in choctaw stories called kashehotapolo. It's a contraction (sort of) between kashesho (pronounced kah-she-sho) meaning woman, and tapalo (pronounced tah-pah-lo) meaning scream. Together it's pronounced like kah-she-ho-ta-pah-lo. These are deer-human hybrid creatures who live in forests and swamps and scream (like a woman) when hunting (I picture it as sounding like a cougar scream). They have been described having deer legs, the body of a man, and either a wrinkled human face or a deer face, sometimes with antlers. Kasheotapolo are more like tricksters who like to stalk people just for the fun of it, and go out of their way to be creepy. Sometimes they are straight up violent and want to eat people, but most of the time they just like to creep people out. Another one is the deer-legged lady. In choctaw culture it's called the issikashesho (is-see-kah-she-sho) or just deer-legged lady/woman. The cherokee call them anukite (ah-noo-ki-tee; which I think means something like two-faced). These are shapeshifters who turn into beautiful women, old women, deer, deer-legged women, and anthro deer women. They hate rapists and cheaters, and will stomp rapists to death with their deer hooves. There's even a story that adults used to tell their boys at powwow's, that if they saw a drunk girl, don't take her off in the woods to take advantage of her because she could be a deer-legged lady and might stomp you to death. In more recent stories, there are deer-legged people, because women and non-binary people can rape and be raped too. Badass, huh? My proposition is to research these two creatures and start using them for your characters, stories, and usernames instead. They aren't as sacred to us as the wendigo is to the algonquin people, and they are exactly what people misrepresent the wendigo as looking like. I just think it's time to put this beast to rest.

I love you all. Be excellent to each other.

#okay last one on this #submission

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ketchacabra · 5 years ago

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a few weekends ago i went to ahbl 10 in melbourne. it is the biggest con i’ve ever been to and by far the greatest experience of my life. i started watching supernatural when i was eight and it has been a massive part of my life since. i’m almost nineteen now, i’ve grown up watching supernatural. i’ve been inspired by and idolised the cast and their characters. i live with anxiety and depression and supernatural is what has pulled me through. whether it’s watching an episode that makes me laugh or talking to one of the many friends i’ve made through the spnfamily, there isn’t a day where supernatural doesn’t impact my life.

Matt and Rich, the karaoke kings. this was the third time id met these two and it was honestly more magical than any of the times before. gabriel has been my favourite character since i first saw tall tales when i was eight. i was drawn to the trickster from the beginning. matt is honestly in a league of his own. he asked what i wanted and i told him to go wild, and he did. this is my favourite con photo op, even though i have other photos with these guys it’s in this one i look the happiest and i love that.

Jared and Jensen. holy shit. i don’t even know what to say. i’m still not entirely convinced this was real. the day before this when i got my photo with Jared i was losing my mind. when he asked how i was i somehow thought saying “mid-panic attack, how about you?” was a good idea. he just bear hugged me and i cant describe how that felt. Jensen is just a bundle of fun and a total sweetheart. my only regret from this weekend was not telling them how much they’ve helped me and how much they mean to me.

Hilly and Hannah (Hillywood). this was another moment i will never ever forget. day one, i went and bought the beanie i’d wished of owning for so long and the girls were sweet enough to chat to my friend and i. we got to geek out over lord of the rings and the hobbit, i even learnt some really interesting things about the movies. when it came to my photo op i was so excited and to make it even crazier as i was about to step up out walked Jensen! Hilly was sweet enough to fix my beanie before we took this and i’m so thankful. it’s also thanks to these two that i stopped procrastinating and finally watched the umbrella academy and i’m even more excited for their new parody now.

Rob, wow oh wow. even after season fourteens finale i still love Chuck, as controversial as that is. meeting Rob was another dream come true. he was the only person who was able to make me cry the entire weekend, when he sang fare thee well i was a goner.

Jason Manns. this was cool as heck. i listen to his music a lot and i absolutely adore his cover of stand by me (as y’all would know if you’ve been here for like a day). we got to chatting about poker and the casino and it was super freakin cool. i was last in line for photo ops and that meant i got to have a proper chat so i was over the moon.

Rachel. now if we’re going to talk about inspirational people she’s the first person to talk about. i’ve always loved Meg, a strong female lead who takes no shit from anyone. she’s always been someone i’ve looked up to so this moment was unreal.

Ruth. i’m honestly running out of words to describe how surreal this felt. as someone who loves characters that live in the grey area between good and evil, i’m a massive fan of Rowena. this woman is strong, kind, beautiful, badass and she does everything with unimaginable grace.

Julian. this was my last photo op for the weekend so i was on cloud nine. Julian was intrigued by my beanie and he told me he loved it (thanks hillywood!).

if there’s anything to take away from this extremely long post it’s that, i am so very tall (jared made me feel average height it was great) and i’m the luckiest girl in the world. supernatural changed my life and this was the most amazing experience, that i though i could only ever dream of.

#my cons #whoop story time #hillywood #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #ahbl10 #supernatural #spn family #rachel miner #ruth connell #julian richings #jason manns #richard speight jr #matt cohen #rob benedict

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flandesuka · 6 years ago

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Yo you should answer all of these scene questions👀👀

:OOO

you think so lad???? shit dawg i was thinkin just a few at a time but if that what u want my dear nonnie i will supply

1. wats ur scene name?

i was thinkin maybe ‘gods mistake’ would be a good one but then. i found a way to make it both danganronpa related, and, even better, a fucking pun as well. ‘kamukura kamukura jasqueen’, or just ‘kamukura jasqueen’ for short is good k thxxx

2. describe ur dream outfit!

oooo gosh this ones trickyy!! there are so many good outfits out there, especially in the scene community!! but it’d have to have a few tiny elements of dr cosplay to add a lil of my dangan-weeb culture in there ofc! more specifically, id really love to get one of kazuichis jumpsuit and just wig out and add shit like this just because i could:

(id just rlly love going out in all those glowy/shiny things at night like all that haha..and yes the shoes would probably kill me/my fuckin feet if i tried to walk in them but shut up i love them theyre cute as fuck)

3. describe ur dream haircut!

oo another tricky one!! i do like my regular hair, and honestly id be lying if i said i didnt love ibuki’s hairdo too but id defs have to go with something like this!!

yaaaassss, so pretty and spikeeeey! maybe id dye my natural hair colour black and/or add some funky colours if i ever actually got this style down!

4. describe ur dream room!

i have a lot of ideas for dream bedrooms actually, but heres a visual image of one of them i found!!!

MIKU ROOM MIKU ROOM MIKU ROOM MIKU ROOM

(this specific idea arose mainly just for the aesthetic but i also find it super cute and a good environment to be in general hhhnnggg)

5. if u could make anything out of kandi, wat would u make?

oh you mean those colourful beads and bracelet things??? i love those man!!! theyre so visually appealing to me aaaaa…id probably just make a fuck-ton of those and most probably use the little letter beads to say random words/phrases like ‘aubergine’ and ‘despacito’ knowing my shitposter self lmaooo! id definitely make a sansmaeda themed one too thoo fr

6. wat would u write on ur shoez?

it’d probably range from things like a simple kaomoji doodle to something randum and stupid like ‘seesaw’ bc yes asjnd

7. wat kinda piercingz/tattooz do u hav/want?

i dont think i rlly want any real piercings (at least not atm) but id totally go for those fake stick-on gemstone lookin’ ones! and as for tattoos, i cant rlly see myself gettin one of those rn either, but id want something like a mario power-up, preferably the bell one/cat suit powerup!!! its my favorite powerup and its sooo cute!!!

8. fave genrez?

i dont rlly have a specific genre, i like most kinds of music, but i rlly like energetic music that i can dance tooo!!! >w

9. fave bandz?

im a big fan of gorillaz and botdf!!! i like p!atd as well but havent listened to it in a while.. gatta catch up loool

10. fave songz?

my favs alternate a lot, but atm im super into ‘slow dancing in the dark’ by joji!!! so much emotiooon quq…also rlly hooked on botdf and jefree star’s ‘sexting’ tooo lmaooo

11. fave lyricz?

‘The world keeps spinning Among this sinning Oh what a cruel and disgusting place The purest moonlight Is bloodied by plight And screaming resonants But somehow I know That it’s all for show The world will reveal it’s true beauty soon And we’ll all reach towards the moon ‘

its so deep but its from a fucking kaito momota fansong and i love that asnkjdnefe

12. hav u evr been to a concert?

not in a damn long while my lad,, rip australians not havin many artists they like from other countries tour there ;-;

13. do u wanna be in a band?

ive always thought thatd be pretty cool ngl!!! tourin around with ur bandmate friends, makin awesome fuckin tunes, people lovin u and ur music, just livin the dream in general,, nice

14. wats da best soda/energy drink flavour?

havent rlly had any as of rn my lad so i wouldnt know :/

15. wat do u miss most abt old internet?

i loved that we could all just be ourselves and act like the kids we are inside without bein reprimanded at all.. it aint rlly that much of an issue for me but i still think itd be a lot nicer if it was like that again sometimes,,

16. wats da best old meme?

ooohhh there are so many i still miss man! numa numa ermagerd and doge still remind me of the glory days…when old animeme was good and you could still haz ur cheezburgers in peace. also rage comics! rage comics were good what happened

17. best place 2 buy clothez?

i dont think theres any hot topics in australia but if there is. i will hunt it down you hear me

18. wat r ur fave accessoriez?

OH THERES SO MANY GOOD ONES??? as i stated b4 i rly love kandi bracelets and other glowy/led things!!! also rlly love ties with cute and fun patterns and long colourful and/or ripped socks like ibuki’s too hehe

19. wats ur best tip fr ppl that just got into scenecore?

im not rlly the best at advice, but my main point would be-just hav fun here dudes!!! dont let anyone else bulli u abt it, we’re supportive people, u can talk to me or anyone else whos willin to listen an/or help for reassurance ofc

20. opinion on furbiez?

oOH MY GOD YES. FURBIES. MY BABIES I WANT 10 OF THESE CHILDREN…I ACTUALLY HAVE A FURBY HE LIKES SLEEPING IN HIS SPECIAL DRAWER AND HIS NAME IS TINGLE I ADORE HIM I’LL POST A OF PICTURE LATER MAYBE

21. opinion on funko popz?

i like em and ive seen lots at eb games, but i dont buy em much..i do have a megaman pop with a broken arm tho loool

22. wats ur fave pattern? (zebra/leopard print etc)

i looove a lot of patterns but not gonna lie im always a sucker for rainbow checkerboard patterns yknow hehe!

23. fave color combo?

i dont have one rlly…soooo many possible comboooos…cx

24. sumthing u liked as a kid dat u still like?

im still going on girlsgogames and recently, ive finally mastered sues beauty machine!!!! its so good and fun all of ya’ll should try it my dudeeees

25. wats ur most used emoticon? 0w0

as most of ya’ll probs alredy know i spam ‘:O’ a lot, but one of my bigger favs is actually ‘x3′ and my fav kaomoji is ‘ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧’ (both of them are so kyooot >w

26. wats ur fav typin quirk?

i luv talkin like dis, but i dont rly do it that often loool…i awso wuv tawking in ‘owo’ speak wike dis >//w//>

27. do u wish ur fllwrz talked 2 u moar?

hellz yeaaa!!! i luv followr interaction my dudee! it makes me super happi when u all talk to me heehee! x3c

28. tag ur fave scene blawgz!

:O !!! oh gawd!!! i dont know many atm but heeereee!

@xxadam-antidotexx (op of the ask meme)

@glitchkichi (not sure if this counts but their stuff’s rlly cool >v

@otonashi-banana (scene boyf…wuv im more than anythin >///w///>

29. wat got u into scenecore?

i dont remember exactly how it happened but i’d always sorta wanted to go back to the glory days that was the old web and the scene era, and that, coupled with a bright, colourful aesthetic that i could really enjoy, drew me in like a moth to a neon colored flame ig looollll

30. how long hav u been scene?

i’ve only been officially apart of the community for about a few months now (at time of writing) i reckon so some things are still a lil new to me ig ^^;;

31. wats da best thing abt being scene?

the freedom of bein able to express myself 4 one thing, and its just so fun being so ‘out-there’ yknow???? it feels so great really

32. do u hav a fursona?

i…actually used to but ive moved on from the furry fandom and ive grown more attached to my human sona anyway sooo :/

33. r u in sum “cringy” fandomz?

YEA man!! i dont rlly think dr is inherently considered ‘cringey’ but undertale is and im in that one for sure!!! i also kinda technically never left the skylanders fandom(?) so theres that too ig??? oh yeah and who wants to let me draw my old moshi monsters characters COWARDS

34. do u liek plushiez?

YASSSS QUEEEN!!!! i have HEAPS of them in my room on my desk with my gonta shrine

35. do u liek stickerz?

also a big yaaassss from me dawggg!!! i love them and i love those ones that you stick on your fase like this!

its so cuuute!!!

36. do u hav a friendproject?

i dont, not at the moment a least, actually! didnt even know what it was til recently but it looks kewl haha

37. do u hav any other scene account?

well, i haz this one, and i also have an emowire account for shuichi if that counts!!

38. do u make art? (drawingz, blingeez, etc.)

YES!!! i love to draw and i also make blingee edits sometimes!!! ITS SO FUN XD !!!

39. wats da most scene thing? (anything!)

hmmm, weeell…i think the most stereotyped thing would be that kewl, suuuper big hair like this;

its really prettyyyy, and i love all that colouuur!!!

40. ask ur own randum question!!

hm, oh wowie, since the anon didnt specifically ask this one…POTATOES!!! X3

phew, finally done, that was a lot of typing! this was so fun to do though, so thank u nonnie!!! :3

#ask #ask meme #scene revival #scenecore #scene kid #scene #anon #oh god what now jasu

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