#sentences border on senseless

[daynascullys]

because tumblr is the gif website, I feel like everyone here should understand the work that goes into creating a gifset. because I think not everyone does, and it’s a huge part of why people don’t respect gif makers the way that they should.

the simplest gifs you will ever see me post still take the better part of an hour to create. because in order to make a gif, you need the material—for me, that means taking screen captures of videos or finding a download for them, both of which take time. then you have to open photoshop and create your gif, which can take a really long time depending on how quick photoshop is, how long the gif you’re making is, the size, any number of variables. and then I always color my gifs from scratch. if there’s dialogue, I listen over and over to try to make sure it’s correct, sometimes I look up transcripts, and sometimes it takes time to decide how to break up the dialogue. so even if it’s a simple two-gif set of a short scene, it will take the better part of an hour at least. and again, this is for the simplest gifsets I create.

so when I gif a scene, I am spending at least an hour with that tiny little snippet of material. which means that whatever it is that is featured in the gifset, it’s something that I like or tolerate enough to spend at minimum an hour with it. and this is why it DOES NOT MATTER if you are not critiquing the gif itself, gif makers do not want to hear every negative thought you have ever had about an actor, character, scene, or anything else they may have made a gifset for. if you want to complain about something, make your own post.

do not take someone else’s creation as a chance to complain or make nasty comments about anything featured in it. if I am willing to gif something, it means that I am willing to spend my own free time looking at it and working with it and creating something with it. so even if it isn’t my favorite scene or character or actor or whatever, I like it enough to watch the same three second clip over and over again for the better part of an hour. and yes, you’re just one person, but imagine a gifset with 100 notes. say 50 of those are reblogs, and 20 have some sort of complaint in the tags. you only see the tags of people who reblog from you, but OP will see all the tags. which means it’s not just your complaint, it’s all 20 different complaints about the thing they liked enough to make a gifset for.

and look—I understand it’s your blog and you can say whatever you want. I understand that I am creating something to be seen by other people and I don’t get to control what people say or do in the tags. if you read this and think fuck that, I can do what I want, you’re right. the purpose of this post is to remind you that you can do whatever you want, but the consequence may be that the people who are creating content for your fandoms stop posting altogether because they get sick of reading everyone’s negative opinions.

all that said, for the love of god: if you like something, reblog it. send asks and tell people you like their creations. say it in the tags. send things to friends. DO NOT REPOST THINGS. if you want to reap the benefits of other people creating things, make them feel like their work is appreciated.

[mitchmrner]

now my mother just told me she read an article the other day that said that matthew knies gained 16lbs of muscle and now outweighs auston matthews…what’s this about

[piratekenway]

somebody's likely already pointed this out, but the most hard-hitting part of "Burn" is Eliza taking aim not at Hamilton's affairs, but at his writing

[steph-anie723]

bros sentences border on senseless

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[daynascullys]

official team name is Em & Em

i HATEEEE timezones but every day i wake up to @scullys-mulders yelling in my dms about msr and i keep yapping with her as soon as i wake up and i think that's beautiful

[reiimicxii]

Alternate Burn Lams version

These are some lyrics I've made for a potential Laurens version of Burn, because I was planning on covering Burn, actually. Might sing this one day, I dunno.

LAURENS:

I saved every letter I wrote you

From the moment I wrote them

I knew you were mine

You said you were mine

I thought you were mine

Do you know what my father said

When we saw your first letter arrive?

He said, "Be careful with that one, son.

Just do what it takes to survive."

You and your words flooded my senses

And my sentences left you defenseless

We burned palaces with paragraphs

We burned cathedrals

I'm re-reading the letters I wrote you

I'm searching and scanning for answers

In every line

For some kind of sign

And when you were mine

The world seemed to burn, burn

You told me the letters you wrote her

You told me all about how you brought

This girl into your bed

Now a wed, yet you're still in my head

Do you know what my father said

When he read what we'd done?

He said, "You reek of a sodomite.

I can't bear to call you my son."

You and your words, obsessed with your legacy...

Your sentences border on senseless

Those naive words from your first paragraph

"To convince you... "

You, you, you…

I'm erasing myself from the narrative

Let future historians wonder

If Hamilton and Laurens were ever lovers

It's all fucking over

I'm watching it burn

Watching it burn

The world has no right to my heart

The world has no place in our love

They don't get to know what we've done

I'm burning the memories

Burning the letters that might have redeemed you

I forfeit all rights to your heart

I shall have no place in your bed

Go sleep with your wife instead

With only the memories

Of when you were mine

I know that we both

Burn...

[apicelladonna]

I raise you “The life and lies of albus dumbledore doesn’t happen because Albus visits Bathilda to get those letters early in the timeline and burns them (Along with every other evidences that connects him to Gellert) ala Eliza style fr Hamilton."

(Spends the rest of his days teaching away from the limelight. In his lofty gilded cage of his making.)

Alternatively, Gellert visiting/breaking and entering Bathilda's cottage to get his letters.

And both men alternatively, rereads them and burns them leaving no trails behind. Either to save the other or burn bridges, who knows.

I saved every letter you wrote me...

You built me palaces out of paragraphs- You built me cathedrals...

Do you know what Bathilda said? When I came to collect your letters? She said 'You married an Icarus, he has flown too close to the sun...'

You and your words, obsessed with your legacy... Your sentences border on senseless...

[starlightshadowsworld]

Bsd characters as Hamilton lyrics

Mori:

But you don't get a win unless your playing the game. Oh you get love for it. You get hate for it. But you get nothing if you wait for it.

.

Fukuchi:

Do you know what Angelica said when she found out what you'd done? She said, you have married an Icarus, he has flown to close to the sun.

You and your words obsessed with your legacy. Your sentences border on senseless. And you are paranoid in every paragraph, how they perceive you.

.

Kouyou:

While we're talking let me offer you some free advice. Talk less, smile more. Don't let them know what your against or what your for.

You wanna get ahead? Fools who run their mouths wind up dead.

.

Chuuya:

And I'm never gonna stop until I make em drop and burn and scatter the remains.

Watch me engagin em, escapin em, enraging em out. I go to France for more funds, I come back with more guns, and ships. And so their balance shifts.

.

Akutugawa:

I'm not falling behind or running late. I'm not standing still, I am laying in wait. Hamilton faces an endless uphill climb. He has something to prove, he has nothing to lose.

Hamiltons pace is relentless, he wastes no time. What is it like in his shoes?

.

Atsushi:

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a scotsman. Dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean.

By providence, impoverished in squalor. Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?

.

Dazai:

Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes and it takes and it takes, and we keep living anyway.

We rise and we falk and we break and make our mistakes.And if there's a reason I'm still alive when everyone who loves me has died.

I'm willing to wait for it.

.

Kunikida:

Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. We fought for these ideals we shouldn't settle for less. These are wise words enterprising their quotem. Don't act suprised you guys cause I wrote em.

.

Ranpo:

Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Soon that attitude may be your doom.

.

Fukuzawa:

I'm erasing myself from the narrative. Let future historians wonder how Eliza reacted when you broke her heart. You have thrown it all away, sit back watch it burn.

[bluebellhairpin]

Thorin Oakenshield X Fem!Reader

Summary; With the dragon Smaug gone, you discover what remains - or, more accurately, what has been taken away.

Warnings; Thorin has the dragon-sickness and is generally an asshole. Implied non-canon character death. Reader is female-body-coded, uses she/her pronouns, and is Human.

Listening to; 'Burn' from Hamilton - "Your sentences border on senseless... They don't get to know what I said... You forfeit all rights to my heart."

Part 12 || Part 14

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Everything was burning. Homes, buildings and lives. People.

It hurt that all you could do was watch, with the stone cold underneath you, and the wind making your tears feel like ice carving a river down your face. It was an ironic contrast, especially since your chest burned hot and ached with every breath.

You wondered why it still hurt. You felt calm, despite the distress before you, and you had rested enough from the fight with Smaug for your heart to have settled. But your chest hurt. Your lungs burnt with each breath and your throat was dry. You’d noticed before, how it seemed the closer to Erebor you got the worse it became. But you dared not bring it up, and now you couldn’t - Oin was will Kili, no one else would have answers like he would.

You were feeling so close to being sick - like properly throwing-up sick - because of what was happening both to the burning Laketown and Thorin. Oh, your dearest Thorin.

What was becoming of the Dwarf you once loved? You could only hope that he would get better now that the dragon had fled. Somehow you knew that hope was founded on shaky grounds.

You stared ahead, watching the distant walls of flames flicker like candles along a mantle place. You saw smoke rise into the dark night sky, glowing orange with embers. The dragon’s silhouette constantly swooped up and down, high then low.

With each pass Smaug made on the town you thought of your friends, Fili, Kili, Oin, and Bofur, and even Bard and his family. You hoped this would not be the pass to kill your friends, and at the end of each you waited - as if you would have felt it, but it never came. Only for the apprehension and hope to return once more with another path Smaug made.

You would’ve prayed they would make it out safely, if only you knew who to pray to.

The minutes felt like hours, and the hours seemed to drag on forever. As the stars passed overhead, and the very first signs of day drew near, a new kind of movement went across the town.

With a startled gasp, a pain in your chest sparked and you stumbled to your feet.

Beside you, Bilbo, who had yet to turn away unlike most of your other companions, likewise saw the shift - even if he didn’t feel it, or notice it in you.

“You saw that?” he asked, turning between you and the town. “The dragon, it fell.”

“The dragon died.” you said, fingers tight over the leather and furs over your heart.

“The black arrow. The Lords of Dale have finished what was started many years ago.” Then the burning, the aches, it all stopped. A peace which you thought would never return did - and it was like you were blessed with a whole new body.

“The dragon is gone!” Golin said, stepping forward on quite nimble feet to take a proper look at the scene before him.

“But the damage is done.” Dwalin lingered just behind you, scowling at the flames that still burnt.

“And now it’s dead word will spread. Those with good intent and bad will be swarming to the mountain.” you added. “I do not think a dragon is the worst thing we will see before we can finally call Erebor home again.”

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[daynascullys]

With how hard it can be to distinguish now, I just want to say that if I ever reblog AI, please know it wasn’t intentional and let me know so I can delete it.

[theodoresgirl]

Burn

Theodore Nott x Reader

A/n: this is short and something i wrote quickly, I am currently workig on a flynn fic that will be out before Christmas !

Warning: Idk what warnings to put but be aware its a au with the musical Hamilton!

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A flower vase was thrown across the room shattering, “YOU TWIT!!” She screamed. “My love- Please-”

“Do you know what Pansy said when we saw the first letter arrive?” “She said, “ Be careful with that one my dear. He will do what it takes to survive.” Theodore stepped closer to her, But she stepped away as he stepped closer. “Love. Let me explain-”

She put her hand up shutting him up, “You published the letters she wrote to you. You told everyone how you brought this girl into our bed, in clearing your name.” She waves the paper from this morning in the air.

“Its all part of my plan amore mia..”

She clenched her hands and the paper tightly indenting her nails in her palm, and crumbling the paper. “Do you know what hermione said, When she read what you’ve done.”

“I don’t care what she thinks.”

“She said i’ve married an icarus! You have flown to close to the sun!” She shakes her head almost choking on the tears she was holding back.

“You and yours words obsessed with your legacy, your sentences border on senseless. And Your paranoid in every paragraph!” She shouts “ How they perceive you!”

Theodore gets close to her grabbing her arms, “Just listen to me! I know your upset just let me Expl-” The tears finally come out and she shoves him away. “NO. THE WORLD HAS NO RIGHT TO MY HEART. THE WORLD HAS NO PLACE IN OUR BED. They don’t get to know what i said.” She ripped the paper up and throw it at him. “ You forfeit all rights to my heart! You forfeit the place in our bed, you’ll sleep in your office in stead” She threw her arms up, She went for the door.

“(y/n)..-” Theodore went to follow, But she turned around as she stood in the door way, “I hope that you.. Burn.” She grabs the door knobs and slams the doors to his office.

^ made by saradika

[rilakeila]

some lines of burn from hamilton just seem so fitting to me about luke and his betrayal to apollo!you, to percy and annabeth, and to camp; straight angst

"I saved every letter you wrote me, From the moment I read them, I knew you were mine"

finding the letter bestowed onto your pillow upon returning to your cabin, there were smiles and giggles thrown around upon the percy's celebration. yours felt rather forced, not like someone would notice. your boyfriend seemed to be so on edge lately, always trying to play it off. his current whereabouts was with percy and yours was getting something for someone, unsure when finding the letter. it wasn't out of the blue, you and luke frequently exchanged letters for the fun of it. it started as him writing notes of "you're so pretty, gives the aphrodite kids a run for their money" to full blown letters of what can be for the two of you in the future, "continue to slice different parts of my heart and take it with you". it wasn't so eloquent but the thoughts behind those words always made your heart feel so giddy.

"You and your words, obsessed with your legacy...Your sentences border on senseless. And you are paranoid in every paragraph"

this current letter seemed so distasteful. confusing. apologies were thrown around. seems even more riddle-like. or the attempts to be as if he was beating around the bush when writing. you always knew about his hate towards the gods and jokes of overthrowing them, but this plan in writing of doing so seem to be coming true. your heart raced completing the letter, made no sense of it, and the only instinct was telling you to "run."

"I’m burning the memories"

finding luke and percy in the woods, the clank of metal wasn't too hard to miss during the silence between each firework. well you and annabeth crossed paths, or more so, she unveiled herself from her cap to drag you to a nearby spot. their conversation not hard to miss, and luke's words solidified what he was trying to say in the letter. annie's dip in the weight on the leaves was what helped you find her, peering from the darkness behind her.

luke, someone always so kind and loving towards the other campers. no matter what he has gone through, he may not been the exact same since his quest of retrieving the golden apple, but he made sure to be the best head counselor of his cabin. not once would you think, he would raise his sword in anger to wound his fellow camper.

your eyes held broken feelings, breathing heavy. the metal of annabeth's dagger thrown at luke's sword, steps heavy as you stood behind her. words and feelings caught in your throat, hoping to cough it out. the eye contact between you and luke, just silence in the air but words were reflected through your eyes. one was hoping that the other would speak and embrace the other to say all was well, but just couldn't tell who had hope.

watching him retreat in the portal he carved, it felt as if that blade etched an imprint on your heart just as he asked of you in his letters. if it weren't for percy on the ground, your feet would may felt like forever glued to that spot.

"...Burning the letters that might have redeemed you"

anger, sadness, and any negative emotions surrounded you for the entire night. the rest of the cabin kids made sure to give you space, not wanting to pry. you searched for the box that was filled with his words, what made possibly a palace of his paragraphs promising you a deserving future. it was hard enough to find this box, wanting to perserve it, but lighting the edge of the first letter as you threw it into the bucket you brought. in the exact place he betrayed you all. praying to your father, knowing that he was always there for you, burning what was once (or is) your most desired. there wouldn't be a trace of your love with him, erase the love he may have had, counterbalancing the bitterness and betrayal. erasing what may have redeemed him.

"I hope that you burn"

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

burn (hamilton) x good omens

Hi. Good omens mascot here. I'm doing fine. It's fine. Here's burn, from aziraphale to god and heaven. I kind of imagine it during the apocalypse in season 1, when Heaven/the Metatron denied him help.

BURN

I saved every prayer you taught me From the moment I read them, I knew you were mine I thought you were mine You said you were mine Do you know what Crowley said When he saw your first order arrive? He said, be careful with Heaven, love They'll believe what it takes to survive You and your words flooded my senses Your sentences left me defenceless You built a religion out of paragraphs You built cathedrals I'm rereading the prayers you taught me I'm searching and scanning for answers in every line For some kind of sign And when you were mine The world seemed to burn... You published the prayers they wrote you You told the whole world How you brought peace into our lands But in spreading your name, You've ruined lives... Do you know what Crowley said? When she read what you'd done She said, they call it ineffable But they know what it is they've become You and your words, obsessed with your great plan Your sentences border on senseless And you are paranoid in every paragraph How they worship you... You, you, you I'm erasing myself from the narrative Let future theologians wonder How Aziraphale reacted when you let him Fall You have ruined all I'm watching it burn I'm watching it burn Heaven has no right to my heart Heaven has no place in my head They don't get to know what I said I'm burning the prayers, burning the stories That might have redeemed you You forfeit the place in my heart You forfeit all right to my faith You're as real as a fairytale With only the memories of when you were mine I hope that you burn.

[its-malarkey]

Crying hissing vomiting as I get through more of Burn and realizing (again and again, every day) that Eliza’s accusations at Hamilton mirror Macaque’s argument with Wukong in “A Lifetime of Mistakes”

Burn:

You and your words obsessed with your legacy

Your sentences border on senseless

And you are paranoid in every paragraph

How they perceive you

You, you, you!

And then Macaque and Wukong:

Macaque: “You're the one who's always running off! Looking for more power, more sources of immortality! You're the one who wouldn't quit while we were ahead! Not the Great Sage, he's gotta drag everyone else into his mess!”

Wukong: “You're not in this mess! You're still free! Everything I did was for us!”

Macaque: “You did it for yourself. You become like this... obsessive demon! I told you going against the Jade Emperor was a bad idea, but no, Wukong doesn't listen to anyone. He just does whatever he wants! You put yourself here, not me.”

[ma1dita]

Even though Luke doesn’t cheat on Trouble, I listen to Burn from Hamilton and imagine these two post tlt bc yes i like the pain,, no i don’t need therapy, officer 😀

girl the way this is probably canon anyway bc in the trouble!verse luke is a Hamilton Hater ™ and trouble was known to be singing songs from the musical with her ex-bf

im DYINGGGG but damn if you go to therapy hop in we can carpool

sidenote there's still a lot that can relate in the lyrics and im bored rn so lets feed into the delusion for a bit (guys I'm a fic writer who peaked in the 2010s in the age of bad youtube fan recreations of songs to fit their otps... i know how to work with scraps)

She said, "Be careful with that one, love , "He will do what it takes to survive" // You and your words flooded my senses, Your sentences left me defenseless, You built me palaces out of paragraphs, You built cathedrals // I'm re-reading the letters you wrote me, I'm searching and scanning for answers in every line, For some kind of sign, And when you were mine // The world seemed to burn, Burn

Mr. D warned her from the beginning about Luke, even silently in 'play pretend' because she was becoming more like her old self (reckless and crazy, just like him) when she was falling in love with Luke, and it isn't a bad thing but definitely takes away fro what her and Luke have been working at as THE counselors of CHB. Luke's always been good with words as a son of Hermes to the point that it even fools Trouble to some extent, there comes a point where her as an amazing actress can't tell when he's lying---and he learned that from her...

You published the letters she wrote you, You told the whole world, How you brought this girl into our bed, In clearing your name, You have ruined our lives // Do you know what Angelica said, When she read what you'd done?, She said, "You've married an Icarus, "He has flown too close to the sun" // You and your words obsessed with your legacy, Your sentences border on senseless, And you are paranoid in every paragraph, How they perceive you, You, you, you!

this made me giggle OKAY HEAR ME OUT LMFAOOOO ever since they got together (in the span of a little over a year before his betrayal), they always sleep in the same bed when they can as mentioned in 'now that we're older' because they barely have time to themselves in the day....when 'when the chaos is through' is posted, that's when Luke agrees to side with Kronos in his ultimate belief to protect Trouble from impending war and eventually give her a better life outside of CHB. (imagine kronos dressed as eliza schuyler and we're set because luke essentially brings him to bed with them for half of their relationship and she doesn't know LMFAOOOOO) and well yeah yall know his decline after TLT but he's in too deep to fall back

I'm erasing myself from the narrative, Let future historians wonder how Eliza reacted, When you broke her heart, You have torn it all apart // I'm watching it burn, Watching it burn, The world has no right to my heart, The world has no place in our bed, They don't get to know what I said, I'm burning the memories, Burning the letters that might have redeemed you // You forfeit all rights to my heart, You forfeit the place in our bed, You'll sleep in your office instead, With only the memories of when you were mine //I hope that you burn

The beginning part reminds me of the confrontation scene in 'love is a blister' where the counselors put Trouble on trial for loving Luke---the reality of it is they and everyone at camp only know what Luke & Trouble have shown them, but everything between them is private and their own. They didn't expect him to leave her behind. There are a lot of references throughout the series and especially in 'solipsism' where his last time alive as his waning sense of self he goes to visit Trouble who's fresh from visiting Annie in 'love is a blister' and he literally is burning through his old self as kronos overtakes his body. He couldn't imagine not being able to say goodbye before becoming true vessel and well in TLO, teeeechnically what happens and what i plan to write i--[GUNSHOTS]

me saying scraps and then copy pasting almost the whole damn song... ive said too much. this was entertaining, how'd I do?

[the-actual-ocean]

Ocean Announcement:

YOU AND YOUR WORDS OBSESSED WITH YOUR LEGACY

YOUR SENTENCES BORDER ON SENSELESS

AND YOU'RE PARANOID WITH EVERY PARAGRAPH HOW THEY PERCEIVE YOU

YOU YOU YOU

I'M ERASING MYSELF FROM THE NARRATIVE

LET FUTURE HISTORIANS WONDER HOW ELIZA REACTED WHEN YOU BROKE HER HEART

YOU'VE TORN IT ALL APART

I'M WATCHING IT BURN

WATCHING IT BURN

THE WORLD HAS NO RIGHT TO MY HEART

THE WORLD HAS NO PLACE IN OUR BED

THEY DON'T GET TO KNOW WHAT I SAID

I'M BURNING THE MEMORIES

BURNING THE LETTERS THAT MIGHT HAVE REDEEMED YOU

YOU FORFEIT ALL RIGHTS TO MY HEART

YOU FORFEIT THE PLACE TO OUR BED

YOU'LL SLEEP IN YOUR OFFICE INSTEAD