#really liked hearing the new songs live

[metsantytar]

🔥

Pakkahuone, 23.11.2024

[divorcedfiddleford]

and you may say to yourself: "my god! what have i done?" and you may tell yourself: "this is not my beautiful wife!" and you may tell yourself: "this is not my beautiful house!" and you may ask yourself: "well, how did i get here?"

time isn't holding up, time isn't after us, time is a pony ride! (images described in alt text)

[hyohaehyuk]

Sam Reid full circle 💕 He finally got to play a clown 🤡.... In Paris no less 🤣

source: LestatCanGetIt, sreidthinker and cosmicoraline

The 1st photo/screenshot, according to this, is from Nylon Magazine US (maybe from 2014), the 2nd screenshot is from KTLA 5 - AMC's 'Interview with the Vampire' returns for 'guts out' second season

i hate tumblr dont let us upload more than one video separately and i have to compilated them. The 1st video is from Xfinity Hangouts interview and the 2nd video is from a KTLA 5 interview. The one that is on their official channel on yt is not completely but someone uploaded the full version on yt

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“anderson: (laughing) (laughing progressively harder) (laughing)”

Close enough. Welcome back Jacob zendaya and Sam holland 🙃

Occasionally they also switch to Sam zendaya and Jacob holland 🤭

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

[jooyeone]

xdinary heroes truly are the most criminally underrated group right now huh.

[disorganised-bagel]

hi, hello, i am very not normal, so here's which madilyn mei song(s) i think fit each rtc character the most

colour coded for your convenience :) and also i thought it looked pretty

constance - partner in crime. i think it very much gives pre-character-development ocean and constance vibes; "you do the talking, sew up my mouth if i can't keep it closed."

sheep in wolf's clothing could also fit, maybe? potentially?

noel - never the muse. "always the poet, never the poetry", etc etc, he longs to be tragic and stuff. i think it fits?

some lines from little long legs also work; "i wouldn't mind rain, or to only speak solely in poetry quotes or a dance, or a ticket to france"

jane - flesh and bone. i will never shut up about her with this song istg, it fits her so well!! "i wish to live outside this hollowed head of mine, did i exist if i was only ever thoughts?" it just!!

some lines from the chapel could also fit her potentially? "i'm missing a time that i've never known" and "i remember a song, i sung along, but how did it go?" kinda give me jane vibes, idk

ricky - dress like a pirate. instinct was to say the milk carton, because. cats. but i think this works too? the whole escapism/imagining sailing away from your life thing? as well as "don't wanna spread any hate or do much plundering to ya", because he's a lover not a fighter? idk

ocean - one man circus. it's currently unreleased, but i thought the snippet here fit her well enough? (that link doesn't really work but just click through the 'wips' highlights until you see the one that says 'one man circus' at the top)

i was honestly stumped for this one tbh. the hare verse of tho i'm a tortoise could also maybe work? idk. she was the hardest lol

edit: i think good ol' hollywood could also maybe fit her? it's also unreleased, but you can listen here. i feel like the "i had dreams of being something" and just. the whole vibe i think fits ocean? idk

misha - the milk carton. i was struggling to think of one for him, and also ik i said this one for ricky too, but i think this fits? "my brain is still at home, home's far away" and "i had it good, and yet i've left and can't retrace my steps" feel fitting enough? like, about how he left ukraine? idk

oh, oh, also let's be friends (reimagined) maybe? "we know we don't fit, but the screen seems like it could be home" kinda fits?? maybe?? idk please help me lol

[yamanoskk]

Girls and spirits are seeking for ‘something’.

Either the ownerless place to live, the cause of this brand new incident, or simply want to unleash their provoked will.

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A fanart based on the demo of Touhou 19!

Gonna looking forward the full version too!!

[dearmrsawyer]

on the loose live my beloved

[notasapleasure]

WHAT is it this reminds me so much of?? It's like...just pre-Britpop, mid-'90s, maybe even American indie of some kind? All the elements are familiar and I can't work out if they're familiar to one particular other song or band or what....

[sweetpaintedladie]

listening to the hackney diamonds live “album” [those like 7 songs that they recorded live] and it’s honestly so jarring how much better the new material is without the horrific production, like truly just astounded the production of the album was so horrible that a group of 80 year old men just fucking around on stage sounds so much better ? you’d think it’d be the other way around but alas andrew watt seems to be in a competition with himself to see how horrendous he can make an album sound via production

[guhhhhhhhhhhh]

I am going to make it thru this week even if it kills me I am GOING TO MAKE IT THROUGH THIS WEEK REALLY IM going to make it through this week

[carcarrot]

who up crying in their latte

[crehador]

dh day 1 first watch thoughtsdump:

SASARO!!!

KIRYU-CHAN!!!!!!

CREEPY NUTS!!!!!!!!!

enishi still slaps as severely as always

what the hell was kuroda wearing

not to old meme on main but like

literally whenever we caught a glimpse of his shoes i could not help but think

WHAT ARE THOOOOOOOOOSE

this is a really delayed reaction and i’m an idiot for not realizing sooner (it’s just asnm eliminates my ability to think) but

clearly the cross a line lines where the division leaders are singing solo

sound super unique from the studio version

BECAUSE THEIR VOICES ARE ISOLATED

WHEN THEY AREN’T ON THE STUDIO VERSION

obviously

iwasaki sounded really good today too!! i think i’ll love them all and lose my mind every time lmao

makes me wonder what isolated solo audio of other all-stars parts would sound like

ANYWAY SO OSAKA

their energy is so unique to them and so phenomenal

like that goes for all six divisions and it’s why it’s so hard to play favorites imo

they all have an energy of their own and i love it all

really excited to see wtf kuroda is going to wear on day 2

futsuuuuuu no fashion as he would call it (lyingly)

imagine having a dad who dresses like stoner cruella de vil smh (affectionate)

kawanishi kengo still cutest man alive

hrugnrhg also i love creepy nuts so today’s guest was such a win for me

[american-railroading]

Say dontcha know me, I’m your native son

Good Night, America How Are Ya

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC "Pick Me Up"

The stream goes live on the first day of the school year. It's the usual song and dance - mad laughing, threats, poor jokes, terror, and about thirty kids huddled together in a classroom behind Joker's back. Tim recognizes it as one of the Gotham Academy classrooms. Dick can't imagine the horror those kids' parents must be feeling right now. Jason jokes about middle school traumatic experiences. Damian is feeling very justified for skipping classes today.

Bruce, all suited up in his Batman garb, is making his way to the Academy as fast as he possibly can. Those are kids.

Gotham is once again anxiously kept on the edge of their seats, watching as Joker decides to interview the kids on their learning experience so far. Something about leaving a good first impression on the new generation or some other bullshit. Most kids stutter over their words - it's true that Gothamites are way more composed when facing life-threatening events, but those kids are only fourteen or fifteen for the most part. They are not old enough to keep their cool in the face of a murder clown.

That is, until Joker points his camera at one of the girls. Black hair in a high ponytail, blue eyes without a trace of fear, a slightly displeased, even bored expression on her face. She looks straight into the camera, not even waiting for the laughing madman to finish his question, and deadpans:

"I don't think I like school. Pick me up, please."

Joker sputters.

"Not so scared, I see," he sneers, and, in the next moment, a comically large gun painted in purples and greens is pointed to the girl's forehead, "How about now?"

The girl scrunches her nose and makes a so-so gesture.

"It's kinda meh," she admits, "Like, yeah, points for style, but you know, size doesn't matter. It's all in the technique."

Dick snorts over the comms. It's a bad time for laughing, sure, but the phrase caught him off-guard. This is not what you'd expect to hear from a teen, and definitely not something you'd expect anyone to say to the Joker. Jason's comms are muted, but Barbara knows he also laughed a little.

"Technique, you say?" Joker hisses, pressing the gun closer to the girl's head, and she winces, leaning away from it, almost as if she is disgusted by the touch.

"Yeah, I mean, guns are not that scary anyway. What are you gonna do with them, blast my brains all over the floor? Been there, done that," the girl shrugs, "Kinda nasty, but overall, it's just like slime, only sticky." She pauses and looks to the side, seemingly lost in thought, "Huh, maybe we should have added Borax to it. Or was it baking soda?.."

"Listen here, you little brat," Joker's fingers catch the girl's chin, and his voice becomes sickeningly menacing. Bruce is almost there, just two more minutes. Tim is already grappling onto the wall.

But none of them get to finish.

"Put your dirty fingers away from my sister," a low, cold, and even in a way that speaks of barely contained fury, voice comes from out of the screen.

The camera spins, like whoever is holding it turned really fast, and everyone watching the stream sees a fairly normal guy standing by the window - a turtleneck and ripped jeans, same black hair as the girl, same blue eyes... Wait, they are not blue.

And that's not a guy.

The camera falls down to the floor, and there are a lot of panicked screams coming from the broadcast now, but none of them sound like children's voices. It's the screams of adults, of grown-ass men, and later, someone even claimed they heard Joker's scream among them, too. The picture on camera glitches a few times, and the angle is awkward, but everyone still gets to see how shadows in the room morph into eyes, wide open and green, and how the darkness grows sharp teeth, countless grinning mouths that don't belong to any faces.

Screams turn into gargling and then to quiet whispers, filling the ears of all those listening with countless words in languages they don't know.

Red Robin turns off the recording and looks to that same guy from the levestream, sitting across him on the couch. The guy - Daniel, or Danny, as he introduced himself - looks him in the eyes and raises an eyebrow.

"Okay, and?"

"How did you do it?" Tim asks for the third time this evening. Danny blinks.

"Did what?" He asks, completely incomprehending. Tim groans. He's been trying to get his answers, any answers at this point, from the guy for thirty fucking minutes already. So far, he's got nothing. Danny, whoever the fuck he is, proves to be the most annoying human being on Earth.

"Seven people in a coma, including Joker himself, with no physical injuries and none of the children remember a thing! How?!" He demands, and a girl's face peeks from around the corner:

"I remember!"

Tim snaps his head at her, "What do you remember?"

The girl pauses, blinks, and looks to Danny. Then shrugs, "My brother picked me up from school."

Tim drops his head down and breathes out in frustration. He can't force the information out of civilians, he is a vigilante, not a mafia.

"Would it make you feel better if I promise not to do it again?" Danny asks, and his voice is way too innocent for Tim to believe him. He raises his head to look the guy in his shameless, amused eyes.

"I hate you."

"Thanks," Danny grins.