#shaking my fists

[lickthehilt]

note taking

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[spw-art]

hi. a few thoughts below on Winslow, Phoenix, and Beef. Copypasted from discord dms. Some details may be inaccurate because I have only seen potp thrice.

Beef doesn’t want to sing Winslow’s music. He knows it’s out of his range. He wants someone else to sing it but he’s pressured into doing it again and again. He listens to Winslow when Winslow tells him not to sing!! And he’s forced into performing!! He seems like he knows what he’s doing!! He’s doing his best!! I think they’d work well together.

Beef and Winslow could work together but Swan pits them against each other because he can’t stand to have anyone be more successful than him. Shaking de Palma why is his silly movie actually insane.

if Winslow KNEW Beef was being chosen beforehand I’m sure he would have been able to write for Beef. Assuming he knows Beef respects him and doesn’t just want to kill Swan for suggesting anyone other than Phoenix is his instrument.

saw something last night saying that Phoenix is to Winslow like a saxophone is to a jazz musician and as a jazz musician. YES YOU GET IT. He cares for her so much but also sees her as a tool. A vessel for his music because he can’t sing it anymore. He loves her like I love my saxophone. It makes so much fucking sense. That’s exactly what I have been thinking but didn’t have the words to describe it in that way.

I think Beef could very very easily be Winslow’s instrument. Beef would probably love to be his instrument. He’s obviously passionate about glam style and music and his performance and how he does not want to sing Winslow’s music knowing it’s not for him. They could do so well together.

I really think they could work together in a healthy way. Even though Winslow is still “using” them. It’s not like he’s abusing them. They probably know they’re his instruments in this alternate reality.

They could thrive off of each other without Swan in the picture.

Winslow has new voices he can use and give his music to. Beef is working with someone new who is writing really fucking long concept albums. Phoenix enjoys being handed her music and being able to sing in front of an audience. Beef can perform fucking STORIES. All his flair and showmanship being put to use. Winslow can find a way to have them merge their two styles. Work together. They’re bffs.

They’re Winslow’s instruments and they like being played.

if Winslow can get himself to work with people on his music. If Winslow can get himself to collaborate.

They could have something.

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Now. Yes the logistics of all of this aren’t in place. But it’s the POSSIBILITY. DO YOU GET IT. And it’s not like they’re JUST instruments to Winslow. He very much cares about Phoenix as a person, why couldn’t he extend that to Beef as well??

Yes I do just want a Winslow/Beef/Phoenix collab. so what.

[puppyeared]

how come we dont have a moose pokemon

[autie-j]

They're doing it with video games now :/

[suugiart]

OHHH OH I LOVE THIS OH

GHHHH The ANGST leading into FLUFF AND COMFORT oh this is everything I've ever wanted

My obsession with these three characters is unreal. 😭 Their dialogue is just so. So right. It feels so them. Everything about this is PERFECT

expanding on the thought of kudou getting the call sign 'hero' and afo getting irked by it for some reason

[jannwrites]

god as my witness tumblr will stop fucking up my formatting after i've posted something.

[kaoharu]

update. somehow the real world ending was WORSE why it OPEN ENDED . if theres not a post credits scene uhm ^—^

[pyururen]

When your fav charas have no silly shenanigans

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

got a worm nibbling my brain. can someone help me find a piece of obscure media?

webcomic/indie comic from the 2010s. basically a sci-fi short story about a young girl (with red hair?) who was being raised by scientists as part of an experiment. she receives a haircut/has her head shaved, in preparation for her annual brain scan/testing. it is revealed that while her body is human, her "brain" is artificial, made of computer implants throughout her skull and spine. at some point her biological mother (also a scientist on the same campus?) encounters her and is repulsed, viewing her as a machine who has murdered her daughter.

it was very poignant and it bruised my heart and i can NOT find it anywhere

[kirkwallguy]

crazy how the treatment of the tranquil is blamed on the mages so often in dai. it's always their fault for being uncomfortable with them or not protecting them well enough but when we actually get into the fact that tranquility isn't always used as a last resort it's a necessary sacrifice. personally i'd also have very complicated feelings while taking care of lobotomised friends and family who also serve as reminders of what the people who kept/keep me locked in a tower would do to me if i stepped out of line.

[koolaidashley]

Human twins bc im in a rut ugh ☹️☹️☹️☹️

[tenowls]

SYSTEM COLLAPSE!!!!!!!

[annqer]

Penacony welcomes you!! Only now for the low low price of your soul, you too can spend your life in the land of dreams!!

[thirdtimed]

crossed fingers that i'll do something with these thumbnails. happy cactus ring day everyone

[poppy-metal]

thinking of being friends with stanford! art. getting tipsy one night and the two of you talking about sex and all that jazz. admitting that you'd never been kissed and art jokingly but not jokingly offering to be your first. your brain is too fuzzy to be shy about it so you nod your head. both of you nervous as he kisses you. art burying his head into your neck afterwards because his face is red 'cause he's wanted this for so long. all of it leading to the two of you exploring each others bodies. not even going all the way, just under the covers with big smiles. lighthearted kissing each other while touching the others body. asking silly questions you'd been too embarrassed to ask before - like how does it feel when your hard? - and admitting your insecurities so the other can kiss them away. just the both of you flushed, happy, tipsy, and giggly as you enjoy one another with no pressure.

- ☕

im gonna display behaviors im gonna act in ways.....

i love the idea of just touching eachother under the covers - skating your hand over the silky soft texture of his cock and hearing him hiss - "does it hurt?" with genuine curiosity?

his face pressed into your neck, lips skimming your skin, he seems to really like kissing you there - you think you'll have marks tomorrow - from his mouth sucking on your flesh - nawing it gently between his teeth. "n-no," you feel the hard press of him against your palm as his hips jerk a little, "just sensitive. feels good."

"how is it so silky but hard...." you sound almost awed. he feels fascinating though, you've never thought you'd get to explore like this before. you know what dicks look like in a general sense but you've never touched one - held one in your hand. felt it twitch. "it moves."

art would be embarrassed if he wasn't buzzed, as it is his cheeks are flushed, his hair is a mess and he's pressing sloppy kisses to your jaw, his own hands wandering over your body, down your back, "cause it likes you," he has a smile in his voice. you giggle and then gasp when his hands cup your ass, palms pressing and kneading at the twin globes. "god, your ass." he whines, mouthing eagerly across your chest now. "you're so soft everywhere..."

"thats good?" you ask with a hesitant lilt in your voice. you dont know what guys like, if your body is appealing, or sexy. arts fingers dig into the fat of your cheeks and he groans. "fuck yes. love touching you - love it. soft is so fucking good, soft is great."

hes hard, you tell him that with a snicker that turns into a moan as you mesh your mouths together messily - tongues licking eachother - the hard planes of his body pressing against your plushness, meeting in ways that seem to fit so perfectly it makes you gasp and whine.

you touch and move together and somehow it ends with your thigh thrown over his hip, that silky cock of his sliding between the lips of your cunt and thats a sensation you love. "wont put it in," he gasps, against your temple, "just - gonna rub it a little."

thats more than okay with you, your hands sliding over the slick sweat of his back to hug yourself to him like a koala. a sexy sweaty tips koala that humps against his sticky length until you're both spent and breathless.

you comb your hands through his blonde locks next. "art?"

"hm?" he sounds close to sleep.

"are we still gonna be friends tomorrow?"

hes quiet. you start to doze off yourself a little, but then he says, "I'll always be your friend, baby."

baby. that sounds nicer than the word friend you think, and then you drift.

[galactichoneybee92]

Not to sound like a boomer on main, because I love my phone- I do. But I really miss the day when I could hang out in public without having to hear everyone else's phones. I don't care if there are babies crying (because babies cry sometimes) or if other people are having conversations (because that's what people come to cafes and such to do) but hearing tinny little phone sounds blasting out loud out of their speakers drives me insane. I'm only in my 30's, why are you making me complain about how things were "back in my day" like I'm 80? Public phone noise is prematurely aging me. Send help.