#songs to whistle

[beneathsilverstars]

been thinking about the differences between SASASAP and ISAT lately. because looking just at ISAT and the two hats ending, you'd think loop went through the exact same house as our siffrin, but looking at SASASAP, it's different. it's mixed up. it's obviously a condensed prototype.

but. that doesn't have to mean it's a different universe entirely.

maybe that's just what happens after a thousand loops.

the house warped in act 5. siffrin lost their shit and the house got changed and corrupted, far past its baseline king uncanniness. so it wouldn't be too out-of-the-question for it to be able to warp in more subtle ways as well, due to a more subtle breakdown.

like a jpeg uploaded and downloaded a thousand times, siffrin changed, and the loops changed. over a thousand loops of efficiency, the house got more efficient. rooms combining. items moving. data compressing. and of course, run in a changed house, the script changed as well. it did so slowly, one bit at a time, over a thousand loops of zoned-out half-listening – and by the time siffrin would have noticed each difference, they were already used to it. (and in the moments that they did look at a room that was less familiar than it should be and realize that they had no idea where to find the key, well. that's just classic siffrin, isn't it.)

through sheer repetition, siffrin was corrupted, and the loops and the house along with them. all purpose lost, all signals distorted, until finally they couldn't recognize the meaning in any of it. it was all noise and despair.

so they made a wish. and the loop restarted. not just a reboot, but something more complete.

the data was backed up onto a star – a guide, a warning, a reference – and the loops were factory reset. and for the first time in a thousand loops, siffrin woke up to a clear mind and the crisp sound of birdsong.

[raycatz]

small man with a baton

animated pixel art

tadtones

do you see my vision?

[s0mewhy]

keeping disco alive (ink + gouache)

[corrodedcoughin]

I feel like Eddie is the type of guy to always have a slide whistle in his pocket and uses it to make incidental sound effects for the conversations that happen around him.

Nobody knows where he gets them all from and they don’t ask incase he takes one out and starts playing with it.

Wayne is so happy every time he loses one of the whistles. He absolutely never tells Eddie when he finds one of the numerous whistles that have rolled under the couch. He has an agreement with Steve to dispose of them secretly and securely.

Except one night when Steve’s driving around town with Eddie, he opens the glove box and there’s a bag full of whistles (seriously nobody knows where he’s getting them from. And in bulk?)

And Eddie is all ‘HEY!’ Which immediately makes Steve tense up in preparation for an argument with his easily antagonised boyfriend about the possible theft of offending musicals instruments.

But then Eddie continues with ‘more whistles! I didn’t take you for a fan dude!!’

And promptly shoves one up each of his nostrils and one in his mouth and tries to play them all at once while demanding Steve watch instead of watching the road.

Steves going to have to think of a new hiding spot.

[sihirbazi]

Erst, wenn die Wolken schlafen gehen Kann man uns am Himmel seh'n Wir haben Angst und sind allein Gott weiß, ich will kein Engel sein

[thechekhov]

Hey, it’s finally finished! I don’t know maybe read it or something.

[spteez]

#민기: dicon unboxing

[djarins-cyare]

✨ Post your picrew & the most recent song you listened to ✨

Thanks for the tags @burntheedges and @toomanytookas 💖

Look at me, all innocent and angelic, discussing that pile of books next to me as if I know shit about them… nobody would guess that’s an unashamedly enthusiastic writer of lovingly crafted Star Wars pornography sitting right there 😏

Twitter bestie turned me back on to Ordinary World a couple of weeks ago; I hadn’t heard it in ages, but the lyrics are so timeless and on point. Needless to say, it’s now back in rotation on my Spotify — an absolute classic.

No pressure tagliatelle:

@3pirouette @avastrasposts @belfrybat @darthbeebles @djarins-wife

@fromthedeskoftheraven @happy-beeeps @ishabull @jjhayhay20 @nerdieforpedro

@palaemonfire @penvisions @quicksilvermad @rav3n-pascal22 @saradika

@syd-djarin @thatistheway @vabeachazn @wildefire @wrathkitty

[volivolition]

AEROSTATIC PILOT JACKET +1 Volta do Mar: A feather on the wind

[hecksupremechips]

Come back home when you have some sense

You can throw your life away just not at my expense

You’re not the son I raised

[kindahoping4forever]

AshtonIrwin: Hope you’re having a very sentient day, here’s me singin & whistlin’ my little heart out to one of my favorite songs “How Soon Is Now?” thanks for listenin! ❤️ Ciao! ❤️

[noirneru]

this guy shows up to your inn room at 3am wyd reference // ty @jaurstus for this cursed idea

[justpent]

THE TOY SOLDIER? WELL IT WAS NEVER REAL IN THE FIRST PLACE AND WHEN ALL ITS FRIENDS ARE FINALLY GONE IT WILL DECIDE TO STOP PRETENDING

WHEN THE DRUMBOT MISSES HIS FIRST BEAT HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT THAT MEANS

WHEN HE REALIZES WHAT IS HAPPENING HE WILL LAUGH FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MILLENNIA WITNESSES WILL SAY THEY HAVE NEVER BEFORE SEEN SOMEONE SO VICIOUSLY EXCITED TO DIE

WHEN YOU BURN A PLANET DOWN AT THE START OF YOUR EXISTENCE, HOW THE HELL DO YOU END-

[i am forcibly removed from the stage]

[from backstage]

"ᵃⁿᵈ ʲᵒⁿⁿʸ ˢⁱᵐˢ ᵃˢ ʲᵒⁿⁿʸ ᵈ'ᵛⁱˡˡᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵘᵐᵇˡᵉ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵐᵃᵗᵉ" "ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵐᵃᵗ⁻" "ʷᵃⁱᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ?" "ⁱ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱ ˢᵃⁱᵈ"

[mel-addams]

Disco Harmony

[Image ID: a digital watercolor illustration, fanart for the game Disco Elysium. The image feels somewhat isolating, the majority of it filled only with a blue sky, nearly empty save for some sparse clouds, plus musical notes floating around two lines, swirling downward together to visually imply whistled tunes. The thicker line is a simple, swaying dark green trail—the other, a dark orange that loops around it in a thin, twisting melody. The lines end above Harry and Kim, who are sitting on an old, rusted swingset, staring out at a car half-sunk into the icy sea before them. They are viewed from behind, near a sparsely-leafed tree in the blurry foreground. The colors around the edges of the image all fade into a soft, Pale grey, which in turn becomes wispy and transparent.]

DRAMA - The tune on your lips forms a strange, yet undeniably beautiful contrast with the surrounding bleakness. KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant gives you a quick glance. Then, still looking straight ahead, he joins you with a higher-pitched and slightly more melodic trill. CONCEPTUALIZATION - Two birds on a wire, whistling by the seaside. Looking at the water. And a sunken car.

🎵 Want to be free Burn, baby, burn 🎶 And the trees are green and overhanging Feather-light, free, and everlasting

Doing a bit more watercolor experimentation in Rebelle, trying to wrangle water physics. The description of this scene stuck in my brain—because unless they both knew the song, you don't "just" casually, spontaneously harmonize with someone. They're either both very good with musical improv, and/or so ~in tune~ (hehe) with each other that it Just Works. (Which, yes, it's a symbolic story element of how Kim is perfect good at being adaptably exactly what's needed, a parallel to that one trust exercise idle they do.)

Either way, this struck my brain with the idea of using swirling lines (as ya do) to visualize the song as being the most solid and "real" thing, in what would mostly be isolating, empty sky. Everything else is watercolor (with ink lineart and airbrushed fog)—transient, transparent, and taking on the texture of the canvas—but the "song" was done in solid, opaque pencil.

[astraystayyh]

I can't explain how OBSESSED i am with this specific part

[coldturkeysandwich]

Minnie Riperton preforming Inside My Love live (1975)