#since that’s the default views on bat it didn’t even occur to me that i was just validated for everything lol

[akkivee]

AHHHHH I'm up for reasons, just realized I went past midnight, and took a listen to the new BAT songs. HNNNGG!! FIRE. BUT it actually hit me just now, I didn't make the connection before, but Kuko's delivery in Terminus straight up sounds like its a Sutra. It makes me think of those videos of monks doing the Heart Sutra with a backing beat, hype shit. The flow is more or less consistent, though it does like to flow back and forth between Sutra and Rap which is REALLY neat, and oh man, symbolism started to hit as well, just like in the progression of the genres of Kuko's solos. 1) Gay Bam: VERY CHAOTIC. Its scat, its 80s dance aerobics, its Peter Pan crowing, its flirty. Its like something you'd see at Eurovision or whatever. 2) YGOTS: Punk Rock!! YG is more cohesive in tone throughout, but since its a rock song there is still that rebellious energy there. And then 3) Terminus: Rap and Preaching have become one. The energy is completely different and it just hits different flat out and it feels like something important has happened within him.

here were my wins from the drama track btw like it’s hilarious how hard i won with this drama track but one teeeeeeeeny tiiiiiiiny little detail fueled that much upset LMAO

like it rounded off so much: the reason why shakku and kuukou butt heads so much, what kuukou is willing to do to protect his family, jyushi and hitoya stating how much they see each other as family and them fighting to keep that bond together when it’s kuukou who pushed them away, jyushi’s truest self and the change being himself brings, hitoya resolving to ‘hate the sin not the sinner’ when choosing to fight for justice, and bat outright saying they want to guide the people LIKE ITS ALL OUT THERE NOW 😭😭😭😭😭

and i think there’s still room to show more with kuukou as well with the holes presented in the track!!!! and yeah, kuukou and jyushi’s pink isn’t necessarily in relation to women in their lives but both of them sharing the power to change minds with the power of words, as we esp saw jyushi do in this track WE ARE JUST GETTING STARTED FR WITH BAT NOW 💜💜💜💜💜

[heartslogos]

the declassified texts of the inquisition’s elite [79]

(508): I called him my big strong man today. It's all downhill from here. Matching Christmas sweaters, here we come

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(563): I now have scissors specifically made for cutting dicks off.

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“Since when was that downhill for you?” Mahanon asks, examining his nails, blowing on them as he angles the file to get at an uneven edge on his right pinky. “That’s when you know you’ve made it.”

“How would you know that? I’ve never gotten to holiday sweaters with anyone.”

“I know it because it’s the downhill for me and I’ve certainly gotten to that point before.”

“Twice.”

“That’s twice more than you,” Mahanon points out, setting the file down and holding his hand out. Ellana passes him the buffer, taking the file for herself to even out her own nails. “And you know just because it’s the downhill for me doesn’t mean it will be for you. Chances are that means you’re doing something right.” He pauses to reign in his expression. “You’re a romantic.”

Ellana’s laugh comes out half a snort and partly a chortle. It’s deeply unattractive and it sounds like it hurt her nose. Mahanon bites the side of his cheek to keep from laughing at her.

“Says you! You’re the biggest romantic in the entire family!”

“That’s untrue.”

“You’ve read more romantic poetry than I have. You’re the one who’s watched all the daytime soaps. You’re the one who stays up late to read romance novels and online publications on whatever blog you can find. And should I even start on the dates you’ve been on? I have no idea why people think you’re mysterious and aloof. The only reason you grew out your hair is because you love it when people run their hands through it. Mahanon, when you went to prom you bought two corsages. One for yourself and one for your date.”

“That’s just good manners.” Mahanon levels a look at his sister. “Besides, I may read the romantic poetry but you’re the one who writes it sometimes. And is there anyone more romantic than a musician?”

“That’s unfair because I haven’t practiced playing a piano in years.”

“That doesn’t stop you from approaching any piano you see and stroking it like a lost lover.”

“You even talk like a romantic.”

“Enough about me, sister, let’s get back to why you think stuffing the Iron Bull in a holiday themed sweater is going to ruin your relationship. Because you’ve introduced him to Theron who email blasted the entire family thinking he was cheating on you and that didn’t ruin your relationship. He even explained being polygamous and pansexual to him for us. You think calling him your big strong man is going to tip this over? And put you into holiday sweater hell? Get him an ugly one with lights and a stupid looking animal on it and I can guarantee he’ll love it.”

“It’s downhill from there because that means I’m invested. And he’s invested.”

“And that’s bad because?”

“Because the man’s got commitment issues larger than his horns and if I slip up like that in the vicinity of the rest of the family the question of marriage is going to come up and I’m never going to see him again.”

-

“I don’t know why you felt the need to tell me that,” Maxwell says quietly. “Sera, why did you feel the need to tell me that? I thought you and I were doing okay. Like you’ve mostly gotten over how I’m a product of the patriarchy and hegemony and a complete trope and I’ve mostly gotten over how I’ve had to literally scrape you out of messes on a near twice a month basis.”

“One, I’m never going to get over the fact that you were a rich Andrastian prep-jock guy who joined a fraternity and later got kicked out of college to live on your parents’ wealth. Sure, I know a lot of the context behind it now and that makes it palatable, but every time I see you moving in my peripheral vision my brain kicks me and says, that’s a fuck boy right there and it’s not wrong. Say I’m wrong, Trevelyan you train-wreck.”

Max scowls but sighs. “Well. No. You’re not. Though I appreciate that you understand the context of it though.”

“Two, I don’t think you having to scrape me out of the remnants of chemical reactions gone wrong is something you ever had to get over because your cousin is Evelyn Trevelyan and you had to scrape her out of fucking ground zero of the Conclave. You didn’t even bat an eye at that one.”

He really didn’t.

“That’s because I was in shock.” Mostly. But some part of him did throw up his hands and say yeah, of course it’s her when he found out. “I did rip into her about it afterwards though. In private, of course. Some things should only occur behind closed doors and not in the full view of every news and media outlet in the entire world.”

“And there’s you being posh again.”

“Is that what we’re calling it now? Having some modicum of — “

“If you pull out the word modicum like that on me it’s going to reset you to the factory default in my brain. Quit it. Anyway I’m not telling you this because I’mma use it on you. Do you automatically apply everything people say to you?”

“Well, I’m the only one here with a penis that I know of, and I was talking about how Malika was looking into online degrees for marketing and you came out of nowhere with penis scissors. Excuse me for thinking that it might be directed at me.”

“It isn’t.”

“Good?”

“I’m just saying it because I thought it was cool and I wanted to share a bit of cool information with you. You know, like how Blackwall likes to talk about carpentry and Rocky gets excited talking about explosives and stuff.”

“Thank you for sharing that information with me,” Maxwell says. “I’m sorry I wasn’t supportive upfront.”

Sera rolls her eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Weirdo. Anyway, so Malika’s worried she  might not count for scholarship? Why would she anyway? Her parents are loaded.”

“Yeah, but I think she’s worried that her parents are hiding more dirty money than she thinks they are and she’s worried about how that’ll shake out in the admission process.”

“Oh yeah, also Dagna figured out how to rig the lab mixer to churn out the best strawberry shakes I’ve ever tasted. Remind me to have her make a batch when we get back. Strawberry’s your favorite right?”

“Please don’t be using lab equipment that you’re using to experiment on red lyrium on to make milkshakes. I’d rather you go back to the penis scissors.”