#phantasma del mar!

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Phantasma Del Mar! by The Aquabats! 👉👈

! PHANTASMA DEL MAR! AS A COLOUR PALLETE

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"phantasma of the sea is the best aquabats song. four out of five doctors!"

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Es innegable que aquellos que se enamoran se reconocen fácilmente en lo que la superficie de su piel irradia. La piel de los enamorados resplandece. Ese fuego que incendia es patente como la nariz en mitad del rostro. El amor es de pronto visible por todo el cuerpo como la luna llena en el cielo nocturno.

En cuanto a Eros, lanza su flecha puntiaguda, atraviesa, hiende, clava como ninguna otra cosa -pero eternamente, es decir: prenatalmente- el cuerpo al otro cuerpo.

De pronto el cuerpo enamorado, invadido por el fantasma (phantasma) del cuerpo del otro -otro del otro al que desconoce pero de quien desea su deseo-, sufre. Ya no puede desembarazarse de su imagen. Por más que pase el tiempo, por más que los siglos destruyan las pirámides, por más que el viento, la arena, la sal descompongan las necrópolis, desgasten las costas, hundan las estelas, reduzcan las tumbas a simples bloques de piedra desprovistos de imágenes, cubiertos de musgo y no de letras, está sujeción inexplicable del otro, este sobrecogimiento mortal, este abrazo que deslumbra el alma, este rayo del cielo, este tifón sobre el mar, siguen siendo extrañamente parecidos. En 1847, en el mes de diciembre, aparece Cumbres borrascosas. Al final de la novela, el narrador describe a Heathcliff tendido sobre la tumba de Catherine. La definición del amor que daba la propia Catherine en vida era de lo más simple: 《Soy Heathcliff》. Es la transferencia en estado puro. La posesión a ultranza. Inmediatamente después de su entierro, en mitad de la noche, mientras la nieve cae a rachas, el Heathcliff superviviente, tendido sobre la piedra, desesperado, está inmóvil. Tendido cuán largo es sobre la tumba de 《su》 muerte, de pronto, se incorpora. Coge una pala. Cava la nieve, atraviesa el frío glacial de la capa de tierra. Toca el féretro en el que Catherine está encerrada. Cree oír un suspiro-a sigh-, un soplido imposible que sube de la tierra, que está a su lado, que lo acompaña. Su alma se apacigua, puesto que el espíritu de la muerta está allí, junto a él, con él. Se yergue. Se guarda la pala en el abrigo. Parece que se va solo por el sendero, por la landa, en medio de la nieve. Se van los dos en la noche y en la nieve.

- Pascal Quignard, de Capítulo XXXVIII. EL FONDO MÁGICO DEL AMOR,  en El hombre de tres letras. Último reino XI. Shangrila Ensayo. Traducción de Rubén Martín Giraldez

[theultimateultimateweapon]

Tagged by @cowboysonic, thank you!

last song: Phantasma Del Mar! by The Aquabats 

last movie: Clue (1985) for about the millionth time

currently reading: The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin (I have an actual book to read for once) 

currently watching: The Way of the Househusband 

currently craving: Chocolate chip cookies...

tagging: @fugi-dove @jerek @dandelionpaint @theotheronez @makerofmadness and anyone else who wants to do it (or any mutuals I didn’t mention, I’m not thinking of everyone rn)

(If you end up doing it, make a new post and tag me, please!)

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CHAPTER 28: On A Dark Desert Highway

From Downtown onto the number 10 highway, following it east for 20 minutes, one will find themselves on the outskirts of the city of San Gabriel. Head north up Del Mar, then left onto West Mission, and jutting out amidst modernity is an old rectangular building made of yellow stone. Squinting against the glare of the gradually setting sun, one can make out the wrought iron cross atop the roof. A monk made of bronze greets visitors on their approach. This is the Mission San Gabriel Arcángel.

Inside, the pulpit sits at one end, and at the other, separated from visitors behind a low wooden railing, are the idols. The painted plaster faces of the Archangel Gabriel, Virgin Mary, Christ and others glisten in the waning light, watching over all with gentle, unblinking eyes.

Brother Dust kneels on the steps directly below them, his hands clasped together, his back straight. There are none who can tell what he prays for, as he is totally silent, consumed in concentration. He does not turn for anything, even when his visitor approaches him from behind. The man steps over the railing and stands to the side. He adjusts his glasses then crosses his arms, waiting.

“Will you pray with me, Brother?” Dust says at length.

“I’ll pass.”

“You don’t pray?”

“Not here I don’t. I’m Buddhist.”

Dust grins as if All-Kill had said something funny, then does the sign of the Cross before at last rising. He does not turn yet, still facing the facsimile of San Gabriel. “This mission is the oldest structure in all of Los Angeles county,” he says abruptly, staring admiringly at the faces of the saints. “Spanish Franciscans founded it in 1771, the fourth of the 21 missions to California. From this one structure, the entire Pueblo of Los Angeles was born. Who better to build the City of Angels, then the Archangel Gabriel himself?”

“The architecture’s nice. And the history lessons are always appreciated. But you didn’t call me here for any of that.”

The preacher man turns to his colleague at last. He stands a head taller than him, but neither seem to notice. “We have suffered a grave loss.”

“Yes we have,” All-Kill nods. “Can’t say I knew Phantasma especially well, but I know the two of you were close.”

“And yet, though it pains me, we must move ever forward. There are matters to attend to, now that one of our heads has been severed.”

“Naturally. Our ‘friend in a high place’. I can have him moved within the hour. I presume you already have a location in mind?”

“Indeed I do. But your efforts, in this case, are unnecessary, Brother. I have already had our friend relocated.”

“What? This is the first I’ve heard of it.”

“Swiftness seemed necessary. I apologize for leaving you out of the loop.”

“... Alright then. Then you mean to ask something else of me?” 

Dust nods. “Sister Phantasma has returned to the earth and her Maker, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. But her killers still live, and threaten to undo our good work.”

“Of course,” All-Kill replies. “I’ll be more than happy to take care of this myself, Dust. Filthy traitorous rats like Pezzente must be put down. And that little princess pal of hers will be done away with as well.” To his surprise, his older colleague shakes his head slowly, maintaining his benign smile.

“Neither Moya nor her companion,” he declares, “bear the sin of Phantasma’s murder, though in truth, their battle indeed seemed to have broken her spirit, which to a woman of strength like our dear Sister, may indeed be worse than death. Nevertheless, she did not die at the hands of her opponents, but in the wreck of her transport.”

All-Kill puts his hands on his hips. “What then? We can’t avenge an act of God. Even if they didn’t finish her off, they’re still a nuisance.”

The preacher man’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes, which scrutinize his colleague. All-Kill himself is inscrutable behind his thick glasses. “An act of God?” the old man says after a moment, “Perhaps. Witnesses to the crash corroborate so many odd occurrences. Did you know the vehicle appeared to remain totally undamaged when it crashed, then collapsed in upon itself a moment later? Or that the drivers of the vehicle appeared to be struck with an unknown illness before the crash commenced? One wonders: how much of what we consider chance, the hands of God, are in fact the folly of men?”

His soliloquy hangs in the still chapel air. Outside, the sun commences it dip behind the horizon, and the world is painted in rose hues.

Narrowing his eyes, the Korean gang boss remains firm in his stance, facing off against his contemporary. “What is it you’re trying to say, Brother?…”

After another silent moment of the two men staring each other down, Dust slowly raises his hand. All-Kill doesn't move an inch as the preacher places his hand on his shoulder, in a gesture of easy familiarity. “Phantasma was Sister to both of us, but she was my friend. Therefore, I request full responsibility in seeking retribution for her loss. Please do not interfere. That is all I ask.”

“...That's all?” 

Dust nods, silently. All-Kill raises his brows and shrugs Dust’s hand away and begins to walk away. “We could’ve done this over the phone. Fine, then. Message received, loud and clear. My people will stay away from yours until the task is done.” With that, he walks out of the chapel.

Brother Dust stares at the spot where All-Kill was standing a moment ago. “I don’t know him,” he thinks, the thoughts coming to him abruptly, involuntarily, “I don’t know where he came from. I don’t know what he wants.”

His hands, old and bony, clench into fists. Only for a moment, then they relax, and he casts one last look at the saintly facsimile before leaving the chapel.

                                                          ***

In 1992, four police officers pulled over Rodney King, a young black man, for speeding and proceeded to beat him half to death. For the first time, this all-too- familiar scene had been caught on camera, and broadcast on nationwide television. For the first time America saw it. 

The officer’s subsequent acquittal by a majority white jury sparked the fuse that had smoldered in Los Angeles for decades prior. On that day, April 29th, the riots began on Florence and Normandie, then spread into the center of the city. Hundreds took to the streets, looting, burning, consumed with rage and lashing out violently against all within their reach.

America had seen it. The world had seen it. But it made little difference. For all the burning and looting, nothing had changed. Bruised and spent by the carnage, Los Angeles licked its wounds. In the aftermath of this unrest, Brother Dust arose, and the original Congregation with him. He began in Compton, not far from the epicenter of the riot, and promised the young and the destitute that salvation would come. By his hand,  they would be granted power.

But there was another with the same idea. The shop owners of Koreatown, populated by Korean immigrants, famously defended their homes and businesses with guns and barricades. All-Kill was there, in the midst of it all. He had the power of the Stand, yet not from one of Dust’s Disc. No, his power came from within himself, and with it, he formed his own gang, bent on protecting their corner of Los Angeles from any outsiders.

Dust saw an opportunity, and tried to form a truce between their warring factions. In spite of the Korean’s reservations, he ultimately agreed to join forces and rule together, rather than lose all in the struggle to tear each other apart. So began the Congregation in its modern form.

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1, 2, 4, and 7 for the music ask!

1.    a song from the year you were born

Sensurround- They Might Be Giants (aaand the version that was released in 1995 doesn’t seem to be on Youtube. damn)

2.    a song that reminds you of school

Middle School: White Flag- DidoHigh School: Vanderlyle Crybaby Geeks- The NationalCollege: Let’s Dance To Joy Division- The Wombats

4.     a song that is not sung in your native language

HEART by group_inou

7.     an instrumental

Phantasma Del Mar- The Aquabats!

[ariyadaivaris]

hey there geeks and gamers here is my list of 205s as aquabaps songs and i am literally the most qualified person in the entire world to talk about this

akira - awesome forces alicia - the man with glooey hands ariya - yo check out this ride buddy - amino man cedric - tiger rider vs the time sprinkler drew - playdough, either version will do gran - phantasma del mar humberto - fight song jack - hey luno kalisto - nerd alert lio - pink pants lince - pool party mike - red sweater maria - martian girl and SPECIFICALLY the return version mustafa - just can't lose noam - the story of nothing tony - hey homies

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As an a fellow Aquabats fan. What would be your top 5 Aquabat songs?

Let's see..This is hard T___T1. Story of nothing! (Always and forever my jam)2. Look at me I'm a winner. (When I was part of a 2 piece band I learned this one)3. Phantasma Del Mar (stellar instrumental ♡♡♡)4. Awesome Forces (goosebumps everytime)5. My Skateboard (sax breakdown makes me dance every time ♡)I veer towards their older heavily ska stuff.Care to share your faves?

[2ndcomingofgod]

@mileycyrus @demilovato @selenadaily @taylorswift

[soulaka]

Phantasma del mar (at SP Group)

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N Y A L L for the song thing

N: a song by a band I want to see live

6969 - Ninja Sex Party

They’re playing by me but I’m not able to see them sadly!

Y: a song I’d send to my crush (imaginary, if you don’t have one)

Put Your Head On My Shoulder - Paul Anka

A: an uplifting song

Earth Is The Best - The Phenomenauts

L: an instrumental song x2

One Step Beyond - Madness

Phantasma Del Mar - The Aquabats

Here’s some Dumb Ska Music!

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