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fictionadventurer · 7 months ago
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"Why would I show my daughters Snow White when Anna and Elsa exist?"
Because girls need to see more than one type of female character in their stories. We don't want girls to see "damsel-in-distress housekeeper" as their only option, but its equally dangerous to show them the currently-popular flavor of "take-charge Strong Female Character" as the only acceptable kind of woman to be.
Because Snow White is confident. While the Queen is obsessing over her own insecurities, Snow White is going through her day completely comfortable with who she is.
Because Snow White is skilled. While the Queen's treatment of her is unjust, Snow White's acceptance of her work as a scullery maid makes her, not just an idle princess, but a working woman. She has cleaning and cooking skills that are recognized as valuable contributions to society. She is then able to use those skills when she needs a place to stay--instead of just a helpless damsel-in-distress who has to beg for a place, she is someone they want to have living with them because she has valuable skills to offer.
Because Snow White is kind. She is so kind that animals immediately trust her, that a hardened assassin can't kill her, that dwarves love her. She is sensitive to the feelings of others rather than embittered by her own fears. She is friendly to everyone she meets, showing interest in their lives and concern for their problems.
Because Snow White is a caretaker. Though young and mistreated, she is always looking to care for others. She immediately comforts a lost little bird. When she finds a cottage belonging to what she believes to be lonely orphans, she takes it upon herself to make their home comfortable. She even takes this a bit too far in setting rules for the dwarves' household, which offers depth to her character. She does take charge, but instead of seizing power like the Queen, Snow is looking to serve others and seeks their good.
Because Snow White is brave. After her panicked flight through the forest, she is sharp enough to recognize that her fear made the situation worse than reality, and she consciously decides to adopt a cheerful, hopeful outlook.
Because Snow White is intelligent. She's a good-enough judge of character to recognize a worthy love interest when he appears (and unlike certain princesses, she's right about it). She recognizes when her fear makes things worse than they are and is able to make better plans for the future. She is able to coordinate a housecleaning effort among a huge variety of untrained forest animals.
Because Snow White is humble. She is willing to take on the humblest work in the castle and is not humiliated by it. She asks the animals and the dwarves for help when she needs it. She even recognizes the need for prayer.
Because Snow White is good.
Because she is innocent.
Because she is patient.
Because she is loving.
Because little girls should learn to be all those things, and Snow White is a character who shows them what that looks like.
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okdamage423 · 1 month ago
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I am disgusted, this needs to stop
Let me say this loud and clear: you failed Brody Grant. I don’t care if you call yourself a fan or not—some of you have crossed every line of decency and respect when it comes to how you’ve treated him. He’s been playing Ponyboy in The Outsiders for over two years, dedicating himself to bringing this role to life night after night. Yet, instead of celebrating his talent and hard work, people have mocked him, overwhelmed him, and acted like his boundaries don’t matter.
What makes this even harder to stomach is something I learned while listening to a guest podcast episode Brody did. He opened up about his struggles with mental health, even admitting that he’s battled suicidal ideations in the past. Hearing him talk about that was heartbreaking—it made it clear just how much he’s been carrying while continuing to give his all as a performer.
Let’s start with the entitlement. Brody didn’t show up at the stage door? So what? He’s not obligated to meet you after a show. Yet some of you acted like this was some kind of betrayal, chasing him down the tunnels and making his private moments public. Do you realize how invasive and selfish that is? This man has given you everything during his performances, yet you’ve made it clear that even his personal time and mental health aren’t off-limits to your demands. News Flash: actors don’t owe you anything more than you payed for-and when you bought your ticket there was nothing say thing you were going to get an audience with him.
And then there are the TikToks and cruel comments. Mocking his singing, his acting, his choices. What exactly did you think you were accomplishing with that? Did you think it was funny? Did you think he wouldn’t see or hear about it?
This is someone who has been honest about struggling with suicidal thoughts—and while he might not be in that place anymore, the damage your words can do doesn’t just disappear. Recovery doesn’t mean he’s invincible. Your petty jokes and mocking TikToks could still hurt him deeply, whether you realize it or not.
The most frustrating part of this is how selfish it all is. You’ve put your own fleeting desires and opinions above someone else’s mental health and humanity. Did you stop for one FUCKING second to consider how your actions might affect him? Did it ever cross your mind that your cruelty could push someone back into a dark place?
Because that’s the reality. Words and actions have consequences. Just because Brody was brave enough to talk about his struggles on a podcast doesn’t mean he should have to deal with the fallout of your selfishness.
He has given you over two years of his life, playing a role that demands everything from him emotionally and physically. He’s done all of this while dealing with challenges most of us can’t imagine. And this is how you repay him? By mocking him, overwhelming him, and acting like his boundaries don’t matter?
It’s disgusting. It’s selfish. And it needs to stop.
If you’ve ever called yourself a fan, it’s time to prove it. Support him. Respect his boundaries. And think about how your words and actions could affect someone who’s already been through so much. Brody has been brave enough to share his struggles—now it’s your turn to be better. Don’t let your entitlement be the reason someone else suffers. Do fucking better.
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m-ilkiee · 2 months ago
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"Sometimes, we may have the best intentions for our friends, but ultimately, our actions can have the opposite effect. Such was the case of Emma Sano.
Although not her intention, she had pressured (name) into doing things that made her uncomfortable such as going to the mall with her brothers and making the girl forcibly interact with her abusers, encouraging her to sit on Manjiro's laps despite (name) expressing outward discomfort, and then leaving her with her brothers, who only became friendly with (name) a week prior. Her inability to see through her brothers' act and real intentions, coupled with her overzealousness to keep you in her life forever by setting you up with her brothers, has lead (name) into dangerous situations, such as nearly being assaulted by Manjiro Sano. Unfortunately, this will not be the last time that Emma's seemingly good intentions leads (name) further down the path of pain and regret."
Layla's commentary podcast on Chapter 3 of "Monsters"
Welcome to the second Monsters poll, how is everyone doing? I know some of you have written finals or are in the process of writing finals and to that I say comgratulations and good luck!
We had a few blips, but I'm back. And I'm better than ever. This chapter was an intense rollercoaster of emotions, bringing (name)'s fears and emotions to life. Unfortunately, it has also marked the beginning of the end for her since Manjiro has started to 'fall' in love with her. It's only a matter of time until Izana starts to chase after her since he has a constant need to outdo Mikey.
Now, as for chapter 4, we're bringing back the original black dragon members for this one. I won't spoil it for new readers, but this is the chapter that Shinichiro meets (name). It may go a lot differently from what og readers know, seeing as this is a timeline where Shinichiro had to fall into darkness to make sure his siblings were taken care of amd to save Izana out of the orphanage.
Izana will also play a huge part in this chapter, and there may be a huge development between him and (name), especially since Mikey will request him to watch (name) for him closely while they are at the Sano residence.
Takeomi may have had a few lines back then, but mow we have to remember, a girl like (name) is exactly his type and Shinichiro is complict in everything Takeomi does. What do you think happens when an older man in power wants a young woman who has no one to fight for her?
There is only one turning point, one decision that (name) will make that would seal her fate in chapter five and it involves one character, so:
Remember to reblog or send an anonymous asks why you think it's any of the three options or if you think it's someone else entirely.
For the blind item on the previous poll, congrats to anyone who answered: Rindou Haitani. Please message me if you did so that I'll give you your reward.
#2 Blind Item: Lust and Lies
"I wonder if Mikey knows it's obvious he's attracted to that girl. Long before the car incident, I always caught him staring at her body like it's a piece of meat, especially her legs and feet. He's not exactly trying to hide it either, seeing at how many times he admitted during Toman game nights that he'd fuck (name) if she wasn't a virgin and it would be the best sex of his life because her body is perfect. I wonder if he listens to himself when he lingers on her panty cam that he sent on the group, how he was so greedy with it before he eventually was forced to show us or how he seems to beat up any pledge or lower Toman member day dreaming about you.
At this point his attraction to her is an open secret. But he'll never admit it because he hates her so much." - submitted by an anonymous Toman exec. Who could this be? Let me know in the anons or the comments along with your answers for the poll.
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zexapher · 11 months ago
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A Fond Farewell
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With Rooster Teeth beginning its draw down, an era has truly passed. The company has lasted more than two decades. 18 (soon 19) seasons, five mini-series, and cameos and references in Halo itself for Red vs Blue. 9 volumes alongside two movies, a chibi series, Ice Queendom, and its own games for RWBY. And so much more beyond that, RT Shorts, podcasts, Achievement Hunter, The Slow Mo Guys, and on and on. That’s a lot, especially for a little startup launching off a web series. I was listening to “This Isn’t Goodbye, It’s See You Later” by Richie Branson while I was making this little memorial post. It’s a song made for another Rooster Teeth show, Camp Camp, and I have to say it’s some very appropriate music for this moment.
The day the news dropped, I wrote up a little comment in response to Rooster Teeth beginning its closing down, and I thought I’d share some of it here. I grew up with Rooster Teeth, a bit of a cheesy line I know, but it’s true for a lot of us. I was just a little kid way back in the early 2000’s, a kid that liked Halo (a game I didn’t even own for a long time, but played at a friend’s house), and was just getting curious about what I could find about it on YouTube. And that brought me into the world of music videos and skits and montages made for that little game I liked.
From there, I discovered a small web series called Red vs. Blue. I’d sneak onto my folk’s computer to watch it since they didn’t appreciate the language, and in doing so I dipped my toes into the wide world of the internet for the first time. As I got older, I eventually hopped onto Reddit for its discussion threads of Rooster Teeth’s latest show, RWBY. I began my first in-depth fandom interactions, speculating about the show, enjoying the flood of fanart, even got into fanfics about RWBY (those fics have had their own amazing evolution alongside the show) and to this day it’s the fandom I’ve followed and bookmarked the most fics from. All the while I was making friends and bonding with people through the community this company and its shows have created.
Watching the shows and people grow over time was, looking back on it, just like watching myself grow. I was never really a social media/internet kind of guy, until it came to Rooster Teeth. The shows, shorts, podcasts, it all opened up a whole new world for me. It’s sad to see it coming to a close, and I hope it gets picked up in the future. But I’m happy, too, that it’s left so much behind, and had such an impact on me. It’s left me with so many good memories. Rooster Teeth, its shows, those that created and worked on it, and above all the community around it will always have a special place in my heart.
So, I bid a fond farewell to Rooster Teeth and its crew, and anyone who may drift away from the fandom in time. I wish you all the best.
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 10 months ago
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Silver Lining 13
Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes
Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.
Part of the Silverfox AU
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
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You lay under the covers, hiding. From the world, from the man on the other side of those walls, from yourself. You just want this to be over with. You want to go home and be alone.
You roll over and sink down beneath the flannel and heavy quilt. They smell like laundry detergent. Not a bad smell, just strong. You’re not crying, you won’t let yourself get that far again. You just can’t stop thinking.
Mr. Rogers face imprints in your mind. You just see his face every time you blink. You feel his grip on your, moving you, using you. You whimper as a flash of his office replaces the dim bedroom around you.
You sit up, ready to scream. GO AWAY!
As scalding as the memories you tried so hard to forget is the embarrassment of your outburst. You though you and Bucky were coming to an accord. That you were getting along but he just had to keep pushing and pushing, needling at the sore spot until you came unraveled. You can only blame him so much. You’re responsible for your own behaviour.
You hear the stairs creak and you hug the blankets as you listen. His footfalls come down the hallways and you see his shadow beneath the door. He stops there and you brace yourself for his knock. It doesn’t come. He continues down the hall and clears his throat loudly.
Hinges softly whine and his voice startles you, “hey, yeah it’s me. You get home okay?”
The door shuts out his next words as it clicks sharply. You can hear his muffled tones but you can’t make out the words. He must be on the phone with someone. You think you know who.
You sit up and drag yourself over to the window. You look out at the lazily drifts of snows. It’s slowed but what’s fallen is deep and treacherous. It’s like a scene out of a fantasy show.
You huff and back away from the window. You’re not getting anywhere. You cross your arms and plod around the room, restless as your stomach swims with your dinner and the craft beer. You’ve never been one for alcohol.
You won't sleep like this but you don't know how to go out and face him. Every time you think you've found peace, it crumbles into another petty argument. You don't think you've ever fought so vehemently with anyone. No one's ever pushed your buttons so easily.
His low tones continue to roll through the air as you walk in circles, lost in anxiety. You just have to wait out this storm. After the last blow up, you doubt he'll want to hold you to your promise. He has the script, he can figure it out.
His door opens again. He's silent as you hear his advance outside the room. He stops again, this time he knocks. You stop in place and hesitate.
"Hey, if you're awake..." he says.
You march to the door and open it an inch, peeking out at him, "a-awake."
"Right, uh," he seems almost surprised by your abrupt response, "I just wanted to apologize. Again. I know I keep doing this but I swear I'm trying not to."
"Mm," you purse your lips and nod, "y-yeah..."
"So we can just focus on the podcast. I still wanted to show you the studio... if you're not too tired."
You stare at him. It would be a good distraction, even with him. You can't just hide away. This is his house.
"S-sounds good," you let the door fall open.
His throat bobs and he exhales, "great."
He turns, beckoning you with jab of his finger ahead. You follow him. He's being nice at least. As nice as you can hope for.
He leads you down the stairs and stops in the kitcheb to grab a flashlight from a drawer. The house is getting darker by the minute. He points you to a door across from kitchen.
He opens it and holds it open, waiting for you to descend first. You take the steps on at a time, your hand firmly on the railing. You turn the corner and come to even ground, looking around at the spacious basement as he flashes the beam around, guiding your gaze.
The walls are cover in black-grey sound proofing and a desk is set up with a monitor and microphone, another table with various equipment atop it just on the other side. There's a clear booth build around the desk, likely to keep the sound concentrated in one area. He steps down behind you and you sidle out of his way.
"I've done some sound tests. I think it works pretty good but it's hard with just one person," he explains, "wouldn't mind having a second set of ears..."
He shoves a hand in his pocket as he paces, his other hand moving with his words.
"R-really? Even a-after... earl-earlier?" You ask meekly.
"It's been a stressful day. We can just let it go," he shrugs. "We were getting along, weren't we?"
"Y-yeah," you agree.
"So let's go back to that," he says, "forget everything else. In the morning, the plows will clear all the mess away and I'll take you home but tonight you're going to have to put up with me."
"G-guess I can t-try," you utter as you bring your hands up and rub them together.
"Cold?" He wonders.
You nod. Down here, you can see your breath. He backs up, "let's go. Powers gonna stay out for a while. You're welcome to sleep by the fire for the night. This place is frigid."
"Um, m-maybe," you step past him as he points you upstairs. He trails you, the light glaring around your figure and casting a shadow ahead of you.
"Well, you can at least finish your beer," he insists, "I'll crack a second and see if it doesn't mellow me out."
You nod as you get to the top and move out of his way, "th-thanks."
"Well, you know, I do listen. You were right... about my manners. I'm working on it... trying not to be stubborn old man.”
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piecesofreeses · 10 months ago
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We've Got You
Nick ignores his mental health in favor of staying on top of work. When his involuntary age regression catches up with him, Matt and Chris are there. 
Told in 3rd person limited (like most of my stories) where the reader has access to Nick’s thoughts, but not Matt or Chris’s.
DISCLAIMER:
This is an age regression fanfic! Age regression is a completely nonsexual coping skill and it is represented appropriately and correctly as it relates to my life. Regression can be positive in many circumstances, but not all. If you are struggling with your mental health or involuntary age regression, talking to a professional is always the best choice.
Hate will not be tolerated, nor will it be entertained. I will not give you my attention; your comment will just be deleted! Please don’t waste your time, just take your bullshit somewhere else!
One more note:
This is NOT incestual, nor is it sexual in any manner. The comfort Nick receives during and after his panic attack is purely loving, familial support. Yes! They cuddle! Yes! They hold Nick and rub his back! Yes! They share a bed for the night! No! None of that makes this “weird!” 
TWs: Panic attack, descriptions of the physical sensation of a panic attack, avoiding regression, swearing, lighthearted arguing, guilt for enjoying a pacifier
Okay on to the story!
Nick always tries to be the quick witted, loud, strong oldest brother. With the triplets spending so much time in LA just the three of them, more now than ever they have to keep each other in line. And yes, that means Nick has to take care of his brothers even when he doesn’t want to. 
Matt may be their transportation as the only brother with a license, but Nick still feels like he’s mothering them half of the time. He’s constantly sticking a hand between his brother's faces both literally and metaphorically. While Nick probably couldn’t love Matt and Chris any more than he does, they’re brothers; it’s impossible for them not to get on his nerves sometimes. 
Currently, the triplets are sitting in a parking lot about ten minutes from their house filming a car video. Nick is tired and has been a bit quieter than usual, leaving his quips and comebacks to a minimum, just listening to Matt and Chris rant. 
Suddenly, of-fucking-course, the two are arguing again. It’s something stupid about the song that’s playing in the background— no wait— it’s about Matt’s phone? Nick isn’t really sure, he’s just exhausted. It’s not the other boys fault; they can disagree and get at each other throats all they want in the car videos. Nick knows the fans love it, but in that moment he’s just so goddamn overwhelmed.
Nick tries to open his mouth to tell his brothers to shut the fuck up, but no sound comes out. He feels a bit like he’s sinking into the backseat, totally isolated from the argument in the front. Nick knows he’s fine, so why does he want to cry? Why can’t he get his words to come out?
A tear escapes and slips down his cheek. He tries to wipe it away but his arm feels so heavy and his fingers feel so clunky and they’re not moving the way he needs them to. Why is everything so hard?
Without even meaning to, Nick lets a little whine slip past his lips. Even though he hates asking for help, he’s sure he needs Matt and Chris. If nothing else, they need to turn off the camera, but apparently the fighting in the front seat is too loud, because the boys give no indication of hearing him. 
Oh no, Nick realizes as his mind gets even fuzzier, I’m slipping.
Nick knows he regresses if stress gets to him too much– his brothers know too, but God, it hasn’t happened in months.
He’s usually pretty good about preventing it by being gentle with himself, but it’s just been so fucking stressful this month. The end of the podcast just ended up being a lot of work and he didn’t have time to cater to his mental health the way he has to to make sure he never slips. 
This is the result, I guess, Nick thinks. Because he refused to show himself some goddamn love when he was big, his brain was forcing him to regress. And he didn’t get to pick when. 
“Matt?” The oldest choked out.
Still no response. Nick felt like he was sinking into his brain as everything started to feel eerily quiet, like his brother’s voices were coming from underwater. 
Maybe I’m the one underwater, he thinks as the whole world begins to appear muted in color. My sensory processing just conked out, didn’t it.
“Chris? Help,” Nick tried again, but it came out even quieter than the previous attempt. Despite his every effort, Nick felt his eyes well up. 
Why won’t they stop arguing? I need help! I need help and I don’t know how to get it! Someone please help me. Matt? Chris? Please help me.
It’s all far too much, so he closes his eyes and fights against his heavy limbs, eventually able to pick up his hands to cover his ears. He feels himself shaking gently and the first of his tears begin to flow down his cheeks. Apparently, Nick hasn’t breathed in a while, because suddenly he feels himself gasp involuntary. Fighting the sudden rush of air, his throat catches on nothing and he coughs out, forcing more tears to spill. 
Nick’s forearms are covering his cheeks from the way he's trying to protect his ears, and he feels them wet from how hard he's begun to cry. He convulses in a sob and finally, a loud enough sound comes out.
“Nick?!” He hears Matt yell. “Something’s wrong, Chris! Turn that shit off!”
They’re coming. They’re gonna help. Please hurry, though.
“Okay, okay I am. Go get in the back with him!” Chris’s response comes, quieter.
He doesn't even hear the door open, but suddenly Matt’s arms are around him. He’s wracked by sobs as his body relaxes into Matt’s chest.
It’s all okay. I’m okay. They’ll make it okay. 
Matt’s arms are rubbing Nick’s back as he shakes and he can feel how his tears have wet the shoulder of his t-shirt. A moment later, he feels the seat underneath them move like another body has sat down, and then he hears Chris’s voice. 
“It’s okay, Nick. We’ve got you,” Chris says gently. As Matt keeps touching him comfortingly, Chris keeps talking. 
“The camera is off and we can delete all the footage later. I’m so sorry we didn’t notice what was happening earlier. Matt and I are gonna help, okay? You’re gonna be fine.”
“Chris,” Matt whispers, “Take him? I want to get us home.”
“‘Course,” Chris says. Nick whines and holds onto Matt, clearly comfortable where he is, but the boys are still able to switch who he’s sitting onto fairly easily. He's stopped crying and looks up at Chris as he pulls him into his lap. Chris is sitting properly in the left seat with Nick on his lap, back leaned against the door and head on Chris’s shoulder. It's probably illegal, but with the boy no longer crying, they won’t be taking any risks. 
As Matt gets out of the back and back into the driver’s seat, Chris haphazardly wraps the seatbelt over the two of them. Nick pulls his knees up and burrows his head into his brother's shoulder. Quietly, he pulls a thumb into his mouth before looking up at Chris as if waiting to be told off. He waits, half expecting to be called gross, even though he knows his brothers don't find his regression gross.
“Oh, you’re small, Nicky. How old are you?” Chris asks with nothing but love in his voice. Nick doesn't respond, just closing his eyes and sinking into the comfort.
“He’s small?” Matt asks from the front. “How old did he say?”
“Didn’t respond. I’d guess one by the thumb and how he was crying earlier,” Chris responds, petting Nick's hair and trying to make sure he doesn't slip out of his lap on the drive home. 
Matt sighs, “Okay, we’re only a minute away from home. What do you think we do when we get there? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him regress.”
“Well first get his pacifier, I don’t want his fingers in his mouth and longer than they have to be, but I’m pretty sure he’ll cry if I try to take them out without a replacement. Next… uhh… I don’t think he’s going to be chill with me letting go of him unless I'm literally putting him into your arms, but he seems exhausted. I’d say we all get in your bed and try to get him to go to bed? It’s late for all of us, especially for the baby,” Chris says, looking down at Nick and laughing quietly as they pull into the driveway.
“Alright, I’m going to come and help you stand up with him so you can carry him in. He’s not going to walk himself, is he?” Matt replies, looking back at the little boy curled into Chris with his thumb in his mouth. 
“No way.” Chris says, reaching to unbuckle them. Matt steps out of the car and opens the door for Nick and Chris. 
Sounding confused, Matt asks, “How are we going to make this work?”
“You just take him? I don't think I can stand up with him in my lap even with your help,” Chris suggests. Matt slots his arms under Nick’s knees and picks him up bridal style. Luckily, there is minimal protest from the little, just a whine and some still watery eyes. With Nick out of his lap, Chris climbs out of the car, shuts the door, locks it and runs up ahead of his brothers to unlock and open their door. 
Now that they are standing, Matt carries Nick with ease. Up the steps of their porch and into the house, the lack of strain on Matt’s face makes it appear as if Nick really is a baby. Chris smiles with the thought as he follows the two inside and closes the door behind them. 
“I’ll find his paci. Get in bed?” Chris calls out as he tosses the car keys on the kitchen table. 
“Got it,” comes Matt’s reply. Chris has no idea where the little’s paci might be, but it’s pretty important that he finds it, so he starts by tearing out the couch cushions to see if it's tucked underneath one of them. With no luck, he heads up to Nick’s room and strips his bed, checking if it might be in there. Unfortunately, the stupid blue thing is still nowhere to be found. 
Nick can hear Chris tearing his room apart looking for his pacifier as Matt carries him upstairs. 
He’s never gonna find it.
Too small to tell Matt where it is, he just tugs on his sleeve and looks down the hall to his room.
Fortunately, Matt gets the message. “Want to go help Chrissy?” Matt says and turns toward the sound of the rummaging. As they walk into the room, Chris looks at the boys defeated. 
“I can’t find it,” he sighs. 
“Losat,” comes Nick’s small voice. 
Oh no, are they going to think that means I lost it? No no, that’s supposed to be “closet.”
“In the closet?” Matt and Chris respond in unison, walking into the closet and digging through the junk on his closet floor. 
Oh thank God. 
Matt sets Nick down, leaning his back against the closet wall so he can move his shoes. Underneath, he finds a small shoebox covered in stickers. How promising. Opening it up, Matt discovers the pacifier and a couple small toys. 
“Bingo, Chris! It's right here,” Matt exclaims.
“Why’d you hide it away like this, sweet pea?” Chris asks the little boy, scooping him up like a koala. Nick doesn't respond other than a whine and rests his chin on Chris’s shoulder, facing the opposite direction. 
The boys walk out of the closet, Matt with a pacifier in hand and Chris with a Nick in… arms.
“I need to wash this off,” Matt says and walks into the bathroom. 
“Okay, bring it to us when you're done,” Chris says and hikes Nick up so his legs can wrap around his waist. Nick has one arm wrapped around Chris’s shoulder and neck and the other bent so his thumb can slip back into his mouth. “You ready for bed, honey?” Chris whispers into his ear as he leans over the bed, working to gently disconnect Nick from him. Eventually, he separates them, laying Nick down on his back in Matt’s bed. Chris pulls Nick's shoes off, brushes the little’s hair out of his face, kicks off his own Crocs and crawls into bed with Nick. He drags the covers up over them and pulls Nick closer to make space for Matt to lay on the other side of the boy. 
“Okay bub, I’ve got your paci,” comes Matt’s voice. Carefully, he pulls Nick’s hand away from his mouth and replaces it with the blue pacifier, slotting it between his lips. 
That helps. That helps so much. Why am I like this? Why does that help?!
Matt slips under the covers and wraps his arms around the boy. “Nick, honey, I can see you freaking out. It’s okay that you like that. It's not gross, it’s not bad, and Chrissy and I don't mind. We love you bubba.”
“Luv yous too.” 
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spotsandsocks · 8 months ago
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WIP Wednesday📚
@tizniz thanks for the tag 💜
The Write Way to Love
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Chapter 1 3.8k
Chapter 2 3.8k a little snippet from chapt 2 (whole Chapt on ao3)
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Buck is not a happy man, if he could he’d run. The unpleasant waves of nerves are relentless and the restless pacing back and forth is doing nothing to help calm him, despite that unfortunate fact he remains optimistic that it might start working soon so he keeps doing it anyway. Up and down, back and forth across the room. It’s not working but it’s better than doing nothing.
He glances at the door, hoping it might open soon. Maddie left him a while ago to go check on the preparations for the meet and greet and from the moment the door shut behind her his anxiety has been building. 
It’s not exactly the first time he’s felt like this, he’s fully aware of what he needs to do to help himself but he can’t exactly go exercise right now which is his usual go to when the anxiety and self doubt get this bad. He’d tried listening to a podcast and when that hadn’t distracted him he’d moved onto a word game on his phone. That was also unhelpful so now he’s pacing. 
Despite his efforts the feeling keeps getting worse, he tries adding his breathing techniques as well but his stomach continues to do its nauseating flips. 
Casting a slightly desperate look towards the door Buck hopes harder that Maddie will be back soon, she’s just so good at calming him down, has been ever since he was a kid. It doesn’t help that he knows it’s stupid getting worked up like this, you’d like to think he’d have grown out of it by now, that his recent successes would have made his anxiety better but if anything he just worries more.
He worries that people will suddenly see through him, realise he’s got no talent, that everyone will hate his next book or his new characters. That he’ll be blasted on-line for the way he ends the story or for a careless comment he made once upon a time, or for supporting this cause or not supporting that one. It’s exhausting but mostly he worries that everything he’s worked so hard for will suddenly vanish overnight if he makes just one mistake one day and then, well then he’ll really be the failure his parents always thought he was.
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writingquestionsanswered · 8 months ago
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I have trouble with writing in general. Can you help me? English isn't my first language, but I really want to write a story in English someday. However, both I and my English teacher have noticed a problem. He says he can tell I haven't cheated on my assignments because I write like I speak. That comment broke my heart a bit and made me feel pressured because there's a recurring joke in fanfiction that all stories starting with "English is not my mother tongue / I'm not fluent in English" are masterpieces, haha. I'm very disappointed in myself because I don't feel as good as other non-native speakers. Do you have any tips for improving my writing?
Improving Writing as Non-Native Speaker
First, I'm so sorry that your English teacher or anyone else has ever made you (or anyone) feel bad about your speaking or writing. Anyone who tries to learn a language other than their native language should be commended, no matter the skill level they reach. Many people who have the ability and access to learn another language never even bother, so kudos to you for learning. If it helps, I wouldn't have known you were a non-native speaker if you hadn't told me.
Any time you want to learn to write stories in a non-native language, there are four things you can do to improve your skills:
1 - Watch movies, TV shows, videos, and listen to audiobooks and podcasts in that language. Not dubbed or with captions in that language... movies, TV shows, and videos where the people are actually speaking the language you want to learn. This type of immersion can really help you get a feel for how native speakers actually sound, which can help you with writing and with creating authentic dialogue.
2 - Read stories, books, magazines, blogs, poems, and posts in that language. Again, nothing that has been translated into that language, but things that were originally written in the language you want to learn. This helps to reinforce the visual of the language in your mind's eye as you write, and quite often, seeing things in text can stick out more to you than they do when only hearing them. Also, some people just learn better one way over the other, so both hearing and seeing the language makes sure you're covering both bases.
3 - Practice speaking in that language. Even if speaking isn't your issue, it's still helpful to practice speaking the language, because it helps to reinforce it in your mind. Try reading news articles, stories, chapters of books, and social media posts out loud. It can also be helpful to look up movie and play scripts and speak the lines out loud.
4 - Practice writing in that language. If you wanted to learn a concerto for a piano recital, you might practice by watching other people play it, listening to it, reading the sheet music over and over, and practicing the tune with your voice, but nothing would help you improve more than actually playing the song over and over again yourself. You would get better with each performance, and writing works the same way. The number one thing you can do to improve your writing in another language is to write a lot of stories in that language. It's okay if you're not perfect. Even native speakers don't write perfect stories without practice. ♥
Happy writing!
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apothecaryscript · 25 days ago
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Podcast “Kusuriya to Futarigoto” - The 1st, Aoi Yuki (Maomao VA) × Takeo Otsuka (Jinshi VA) “Jinshi really loves Maomao!” / ポッドキャスト『薬屋とふたりごと』 第1回 悠木碧(猫猫役)×大塚剛央(壬氏役)「壬氏、猫猫のことめっちゃ好きじゃ~ん」
You can listen to the podcast on Spotify.
In the opening part only, they speak as the characters Maomao and Jinshi. As below, I’ll transcribe exactly that part. (The orange-colored English lines are just my translation. And green-colored sentences are my own comment or additional explanation.)
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猫猫「壬氏様、私に何かご用でしょうか」
Maomao “Jinshi-sama, watashini nanika goyo deshoka.”
Maomao “How may I be of service, Master Jinshi?”
壬氏「面白い話が回ってきてな。お前に、頼みたいことがあるんだが」
Jinshi “Omoshiroi hanashiga mawatte-kitena. Omaeni tanomi-tai-kotoga arundaga.”
Jinshi “Something interesting came up. I’d like to ask something of you.”
猫猫(げ…。また面倒ごとか?)「で、一体何をすればよろしいのでしょうか?」
Maomao (Ge… Mata mendo-gotoka?) “De, ittai nani’o sureba yoroshiino-deshoka?”
Maomao (Yikes, another trouble again?) “So, what is it that you would like for me to do?”
壬氏「これからここに、いろん��客人が来る。その者たちと、楽しく話をしてほしい」
Jinshi “Kore-kara kokoni, ironna kyakujinga kuru. Sono mono-tachito, tanoshiku hanashi’o shite-hoshii.”
Jinshi “Various guests will be coming here from now on. I hope you’ll have fun talking with them.”
猫猫「楽しく…ですか?相手にもよりますが、どなたとでしょうか?」
Maomao “Tanoshiku…desuka? Aite-nimo yori-masuga, donatato deshoka?”
Maomao “Having fun…? It depends on the person, but who is it with?”
壬氏「フフ…まず一人目は…私だ」
Jinshi “Fufu… Mazu hitorimewa… watashi-da.”
Jinshi “Hehe… the first one is…me.”
猫猫(何で私がコイツと楽しくおしゃべりなんてしないといけないんだ!)
Maomao (Nande watashiga koitsuto tanoshiku oshaberi-nante shinaito ikenainda!)
Maomao (Why should I have to chat with this guy?!)
壬氏「何だ、その顔は…(咳払い)たっぷり付き合ってもらうぞ、薬屋」
Jinshi “Nanda, sono kaowa… (seki-barai) Tappuri tsuki-atte-morauzo, Kusuriya.”
Jinshi “What’s with that face… You’ll go along with me now, Apothecary.”
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After that, the two voice actors was talking about a lot of things. I’ll summarize the content as follows;
About the scene of “honey,” Ep.10 in Season 1
They said Jinshi’s action trying to make Maomao lick his finger with honey was creepy. Mr. Otsuka said that he was sometimes told to act even more creepy than how he acted first, so if you found it creepy, it wasn’t just his fault, but also the production staff’s instructions. (They were not criticizing the staff, they were just laughing and telling inside stories.) 
About characters’ goods
Various anime-related goods have been sold, and there were some goods in their recording studio and they were told that they were free to take them home. They were given the stamps of their characters, with their own name. In Japan we use stamps in place of handwriting signature when opening bank accounts or business contracts, and usually such characters’ stamp can’t be used but the ones they received can be used, apparently. They also talked about characters’ figures. Mr. Otsuka tried but failed to get a Maomao’s figure at claw machines of amusement arcades. They were wondering why Jinshi’s figure had not been sold although Jinshi was the most beautiful character.
About Ep.25 (Ep.1 of Season 2)
They said both OP/ED were amazing, and Ms. Yuki said OP looked like KNH version of “Alice in Wonderland,” since there were many doors and the characters came out of different doors. They said, “The OP video itself is a mystery, and you’ll find what each picture means as the story progresses, so please watch it carefully and enjoy each episode!” As for ED, she said ED video showed how Maomao looked like to Jinshi. and said “Jinshi loves Maomao sooo much!!!” Jinshi has everything like beauty, money, and the social position, but that makes him a minority, which is not understandable by others. So, she felt sorry for Jinshi.
“Jinshi loves Maomao sooo much!!!”: 壬氏、猫猫のこと、めっちゃ好きじゃ~ん!!!(じんし、まおまおのこと、めっちゃすきじゃ~ん/Jinshi, Maomaono koto meccha suki-jaaan!!!)
めっちゃ(Meccha): a slang for “very, quite”= とても、すごく
It’s originally a dialect often used by young people around Osaka area, but recently it seems to have become popular among young people around Tokyo area. I myself was born in Osaka so I usually say “めっちゃかわいい!(めっちゃかわいい/Meccha kawaii)”: Very cute! when seeing something cute.
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Message from Mr. Akinori Fudesaka, Animation Director
The opening scene was created to show the beginning of a new story as the second season, while also showing the connection from the first season. Among them, I especially like the scene with Meimei at the Verdigris House. The departure of Rakan and Fengxian is a little sad for Meimei, but it’s also something to be happy about, and I want Meimei to move forward into the future with hope, just as the two of them have moved forward. I wanted to be able to see the brightness and warmth, so I worked closely with the staff to create the light coming in through the window and Meimei’s expression. Although we only see a little bit at a time, I hope we were able to show the feeling that everyone at the Verdigris House and high-ranking concubines at the rear palace were each living their own lives. I would also like everyone to pay attention to Shisui, who appears in the second season. The scene where she caught the kitten is the first time she interact with Maomao, but it really made an impression on her character. Some of you may have noticed, but this scene and the scene at the end of Part A are not the first appearances. Please watch again and try to find it.
Next, I want you to pay attention to the relationship between Maomao and Jinshi in Ep.25. The relationship between the two have changed throughout the stories of Season 1, as seen in the scene where Jinshi buried his face on the kitten’s belly. It’s cute how Jinshi became like, “Is this about me…?” while listening to the characteristics of cats. It’s the scene I personally really like. In Season 2, the story revolves around Maomao and Jinshi, so I hope you’ll pay attention to the further changes in their relationship and their thoughts and feelings.
Finally, I would like to send a message to Ms.Yuki and Mr.Otsuka. You are always be able to create the sense of character and the distance between the two characters that was created in Season 1, so I always feel at ease when I hand it over to you. You respond very accurately to the direction that we put in the storyboards, and it’s as if Maomao and Jinshi are living in the two of you, and you often respond with acting that goes beyond what we expected. It’s so real, the characters are alive, and I get to see your acting up close, and it even feels like I’m enjoying the recording as a fan. I’m sorry to the fans for my having fun first!
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After reading above message from Mr. Fudesaka, they talked about it as follows;
About the opening part of Episode 1, Ms. Yuki liked it started with Meimei’s scene. Meimei’s line is just a breathing of smiling without any words, and she said such line was very difficult but Meimei’s VA acted very well in spite that there must have been a lot of pressure of starting the new season with.
Next they talked about the cat Maomao. Ms. Yuki said “How cute!” and “Only cat lovers can draw such cute animations, so there must be cat lovers among the animation staff!” and she said the VA of cat Maomao is the same as VA of Yinghua. Mr.Otsuka said, “I play Jinshi but I’m not the only one playing Jinshi. The animation is really amazing,” and Ms. Yuki agreed, saying, “We’re only in charge of the voice parts, but the animation is so amazing that maybe the voices wouldn’t be necessary. I feel like I’m playing the role together with everyone involved in the animation, including the art and music.” They also talked about the scene where Jinshi put the kitten on his face: Neko-sui.
The action of burying one’s face on the cat’s belly is called “猫吸い(ねこすい/neko-sui) among cat lovers in Japan. According to the internet information, there is the word “cat huffing” in English although It’s not a well-known word for everyone.
They said about Jinshi that he liked cats because Maomao looked like a cat, and that if Maomao hadn’t existed, he wouldn’t be interested in cats now. In various interviews, they said they’re always asked what will happen to the relationship between Maomao and Jinshi in the future, but they’re always scratching their heads to answer. But they said that little by little, the distance between them was really slowly closing.
As for the message from the director to the two, they were very happy that they were told that their characters were alive. However, they also said that the reason they were able to act well was because of the good animation and script, and they were grateful that when they read the script, they naturally understood, saying, “I see!”
Other than that, they talked about their private lives based on topics from email from listeners. Mr. Otsuka sometimes cook for himself but Ms. Yuki doesn’t have much of a preference for food, and anything is fine as long as it’s nutritious. However, she likes so-called “推し活(おしかつ/Oshi-katsu): supporting one’s fave” cooking, and makes character cookies and makes character-shaped grated daikon(Japanese radish) for hot pot cooking.
Although it’s not a hot pot dish, I have a photo of myself making a cat shape out of grated daikon and serving it with grilled fish, so please take a look, just for your better understanding.
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It may be hard to see, but can you see the white and brown objects in the shape of a cat lying down on the bottom right of each of the two plates? Left side is the head and the long thin part on the right side is the tail. These are grated daikon, put it in a mold, and pushed out of the mold, and then added a brown pattern with soy sauce. If it were the hot pot dish that Ms. Yuki was talking about, it would be a much larger one, so I think it would be a really cute dish.
Regarding other food topics, Ms. Yuki read an email from a listener who loved cheesecakes, and said that a homemade cheesecake given to her by the woman living nearby her previous home was so delicious that she fell in love with cheese, even though she had not been able to eat dairy products before. Also, when Mr. Otsuka said that he had never tried Hokkaido sea urchin, Ms. Yuki responded “You’re missing out on something in life! You should definitely try it!” He said that he’s going to Hokkaido for work because a snow sculpture of the KNH character was being made for the Sapporo Snow Festival, and she recommended that he would try it, as there were several sushi restaurants even in the airport, and everything was very delicious there.
After reading email from the other listener about his preference for headphones, Mr. Otsuka said that he loved video games and enjoyed games with good sound using gaming-specific headphones, and that he also used a soundbar to enjoy watching TV with good sound.
Announcement of Blu-ray of Season 2
It’ll be released in four volumes, and the first one will be released on 16 April, 2025. In addition to audio commentary and video bonuses, it will also have a dress-up book cover of the original novel.
Next podcast will be released on Sunday, January 26 at noon, with Ms. Misaki Kuno, who plays Xiaolan.
Ms. Yuki asked Mr. Otsuka, “Is there anything you want me to ask Ms. Kuno?” and he answered, “She told me that since we’re the same age, it’s okay to speak in Tame-guchi(Friednly way of talking), so I try to do that as much as possible when we talk, but…is that really okay?”, and Ms. Yuki said “Oh, you ended up using Keigo lol Okay, I’ll ask her ‘Is that really okay?’ in Keigo lol”
That’s the summary. I’m not familiar with VAs at all, so I don’t know much about them, but from what I listened to, Ms. Yuki and the next guest Ms. Kuno, seem to be close, and Mr. Otsuka used Keigo when speaking to Ms. Yuki, so I thought he might not have much experience as a VA. I’m a bit worried about how accurately I was able to convey what they said in my poor translation, but it was a very friendly and fun chat. If there’s anything you don’t understand, or if there’s a topic you’d like to know more about, please let me know. Thanks for reading such a long post!
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theshowoffpod · 3 months ago
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We pod about Doctor Who 8x04 "Listen"
Woahhh it's been a minute yall but in case you haven't seen/heard it yet, here is our first of two Doctor Who episodes on The Show Off Podcast.
This is the first time we’ll each be pulling an episode from the same show to talk about, starting with Amanda’s pick: Doctor Who series 8 episode 4, “Listen.” It’s a Twelve and Clara episode, and you bet we’re gonna talk about all of the insanity that comes with these two together, for better or worse.
We chat about creating atmosphere with your lighting and cinematography, a fun creepy cold open, the quintessential Moffat monster, always thinking about how you can terrify children, timey wimey shenanigans, the most committed headdesk on TV, the rarity of an episode with great speeches from both the Doctor AND companion, the wiLDesT suggestive line of dialogue that goes nowhere, a tasteful sprinkle of comedy throughout, and the most insane subtext romance you ever did see on your television screen.
We hope you enjoy and leave us your take in the comments! Leave us a review on Apple podcasts, and make sure to subscribe for many more Show Offs to come. :)
You can also follow us on Tumblr (yes, really, we needed somewhere to post gifs, cmon): @theshowoffpod
And finally, join the conversation and email us at [email protected]. With your permission, we just might read your email on a future episode of the pod!
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queencaramilflinda · 1 year ago
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I listened to the Thiala fight while watching Frozen 2: a research study
Idea curtesy of Alli @operationslipperypuppet
Spoilers for Frozen 2 and the Bahumia finale beneath the cut!
I am more than aware no one asked me to do this. But I have nothing better to do with my time, so, to quote the wise words of a gameshow host: without further ado let’s begin.
Research Question and Methods:
I’m not a science person by any means, but I feel it best to approach this in an academic manor. My research question was “How well do Frozen 2 and the Thiala fight line up?” and my methods for finding this answer was to play them both at the same time. I started the podcast at the time stamp 58:48, (thank you Alli for providing that) which is when Murph calls for the rolling of initiative, and I skipped past the opening credits of Frozen 2, pressing play on the movie on the 47 second mark.
My findings:
Here is a brief list describing the moments that lined up best between Frozen 2 and the Thiala fight.
Hardwon deals 297 points of damage while in Frozen 2 the land of the Northuldra is covered in a fog that traps everyone inside.
Galad shows up at the same time that the title for Frozen 2 appears on screen.
There is a comment made about how Galad needs to blow his nose, and simultaneously Anna touches Olafs nose on screen.
The Old Cobb flashback is very stressful but makes for a much better listening experience than what the movie wants you to be listening to at this time, which is Olafs “When I’m Older”song. Old Cobb is being hurt while Olaf is being… not hurt per se but put in situations for sure
The Galad attack that drops Hardwon in the same way Galad killed his father happens at the same time as Olaf talks about Elsa and Anna’s parents dying
Galad dies before Olaf, during the lost in the woods song in Frozen 2
Murph explains how Thiala lost humanity and gained control of full god powers as Elsa tames the water ice horse
I was hoping Thiala second form would happen with Elsa’s outfit change but unfortunately that’s not what happened
Spirit shroud happens as Olaf dies
There is a swing and a crit on Hardwon as the dam in Frozen 2 breaks
Erlin comes back at the same time as Elsa
Conclusion:
How well do Frozen 2 and the Thiala fight line up? Well… not great. This may be due in part to the way I synchronized the pieces, I wonder if I should have watched the opening credits of Frozen 2 instead of skipping them, or instead of starting from the call for initiative worked backwards from the time stamp the Thiala fight ends so I could make sure the two pieces of media were exactly the same length. As it stands Frozen 2 is about 10-15 minutes shorter than the Thiala fight, depending on whether or not you count the credits of Frozen 2.
I had a very fun time doing this experiment though! I genuinely love both Frozen 2 and NADDPod so this was great. If anyone wants to run this same study and see if they get the same results, or change the method a bit to see if it lines up better please do so and let me know how it goes!
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Hi AKOM, I read Ian Leslie's article about "Now and Then," which you re-blogged, with great interest. Like you I believe it to be a fairly "sane take." Like many readers, I was struck by one passage specifically: "As far as we know, it wasn’t a sexual relationship, but it was a passionate one: intense, tender and tempestuous." The negation isn't necessary for Mr. Leslie to make his central point, which is that the Lennon/McCartney relationship can best be understood as a love affair. So why mention it at all? Because the idea of a sexual relationship (or attraction, even) between the two men is so offensive it has to be excluded, even though no one brought it up? Or as a circumspect way to introduce the idea to the discussion, buffered by the careful addition of "not, as far as we know?" I think it's the latter; I'd wager many readers do. And my feelings on this are mixed. Because the tone of "by no means do we want to suggest the presence of base carnal desires" is one of disapproval. Had this sentence not been in there, the love affair analogy would have spoken for itself, to be filled in by the reader at will. On the other hand, it's hard to ignore the possibility that these five words, "as far as we know," are the entire point of the article, which otherwise doesn't make a big effort to specify the exact shape of the love affair analogy. Passionate, yes. Breakup, yes. Hurt feelings and coded messages, yes. The Beatles' music as carrier of suppressed emotions—yes, but which ones? "In a sense, the music of the Beatles, which brings so much joy and consolation, is the glorious fruit of male repression. We like to think we live in a more emotionally enlightened age. We have learned to talk it out. Yet sometimes I think that is itself a kind of avoidance, or a failure of nerve. We’ve awakened from the dream, and yet seem to be more confused than ever." Is he talking about the current state of talking about John and Paul? What do you think? (I hope he expands on his analogy in his book.) P.S. I love your podcast and the hard work you put into it so listeners like me can feed their heads. Thank you for that! [P.P.S. I took out a digital subscription of the NYT because of this article, and no, I did very much not read the comments, nor do I intend to do so.]
Hello @crepesuzette2023! Thanks for writing! :) To be honest, the line "as far as we know, it wasn't sexual" didn't strike me as anything other than responsibly agnostic. I think if you ask the reader to reframe an already extremely famous creative partnership as a love affair, the natural follow-up question would be: sexual or platonic? In that event, stating he has no knowledge of it being sexual while also allowing for the possibility it might have been is exactly the right tone to take, IMO. Because that's the truth; we don't know either way. Honestly, I've been a bit bewildered by some of the tumblr response to this article. As I said, I think Ian Leslie's is a thoroughly sane take. Then again, I've been publicly talking about John and Paul as a love affair (on not just my own podcast but other peoples' as well) for years now, so maybe I'm in the belly of the beast. Don't get me wrong, it's very gratifying to read this in the NY Times! I'm excited by this shift towards open discussion in the public realm, but it's hardly scandalous. Leslie has been working on his book since 2021, I think. I don't agree with him on everything, but I think his takes on Lennon-McCartney are very good and sound. I recommend his piece on Get Back if you haven't read it. TBH, I'm not sure what the highlighted passage means. If I had to guess, I'd say he's talking about the way Beatles scholarship so far has refused to publicly accept Paul and John being in love, or contemplate what that means to their art or their lives because we have historically been too scared or cowardly. And maybe the act of creating timeless art as a display of love is much more powerful than being able to say the words to someone. But I don't really know. :) Also, this is just my (Phoebe's) response. Daphne and/or Thalia may have different takes. Thank you for the kind words about AKOM!
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gatheringfiki · 1 year ago
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The following ficlet was written by @i-am-still-bb​ based on this photoset.
Fili/Kili, Gen.
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Whenever You Are
“Merry Christmas… wherever you are… whenever you are…”
That’s what the voicemail left in his inbox or the card tucked into Fili’s luggage always said. It had started as a joke that first year they were together. Kili kept getting time zones mixed up, but he was always amused when Fili was a day ahead of him or a day behind him. That first year Fili had been in New Zealand while Kili was in Chicago. Kili had called and left that voicemail on Christmas Eve, but it was already Christmas morning when Fili listened to it two hours later. 
Fili had teased Kili about it. And then it became their thing. And it always made Fili smile.
Neither of them were particularly attached to celebrating holidays or special occasions on the exact date that they occurred. If they celebrated Christmas, Thanksgiving, birthdays, or anniversaries a few days late or even, once, a few weeks late, they were perfectly content. But when they did get to spend holidays and special days together they always took full advantage of them.
So Fili chose to work holidays for the extra pay. He had even come to enjoy airports on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. His flight crew often wore festive hats or pins on their clothing, passengers were often cheerful and sometimes there were even decorations or Christmas trees in the terminals. There were plenty of people who were disgruntled about their holiday flights or angry about delays due to poor weather patterns, but that was always the case and Fili chose to just ignore them because there was little to nothing he could do to improve their moods. He could only do his job. He could not change the weather, magically fix broken de-icers, or take 3 hours to fly what took 9 hours.
This Christmas he was in Bruges, France. They had landed yesterday evening and had used their last bit of energy after the long flight to explore the town that was festooned with Christmas lights, music, and festivities.
Now, the next morning, someone had pushed open the curtains of the bunk room that the airline supplied for its flight crews. Narrow single wide bunk beds lined the two walls and there were chests with available locks beneath the bottom bunks. This room, unlike many, had a coffee maker and Gina, the head stewardess, had waked them all with the scent of freshly brewed coffee.
“Highlander Grogg,” she informed him when she set the sterile white mug down in front of Fili. The mugs in the kitchen he shared with Kili never matched. Each was full of character, some had even been repaired with lines of gold after they had been dropped or knocked over. “Decent coffee in the morning is my Christmas gift to all of you.”
Fili nodded his thanks and reached for the mug. The blanket was still up around his ears and half covering his head. He only managed to sleep in these places with the help of noise canceling earbuds and having the blanket covering his face to block out all sight and any sound that was not taken care of by the earbuds. Somehow he had managed to sleep in a time before cell phones, earbuds, audiobooks, and podcasts, but he could not remember how. He sipped the hot coffee and groaned in appreciation. “Best. Christmas. Gift. Ever,” he informed Gina.
The rest of the crew readily agreed from their bunks or the couch near the door. 
This yearFili found the card tucked into his folded undershirt. The cover of the card was decorated with a glittery Christmas tree surrounded by gifts and woodland animals. Fili was going to have glitter trapped in his chest hairs for days. That knowledge came from experience. A previous year had involved an even glittery-er card that had been folded into his underwear.
Even though Fili knew what the card was going to say he smiled when he read it. The words were in Kili’s nearly illegible script.
Merry Christmas
Wherever you are and whenever you are!
Love,
Kili
Fili tucked the card inside the cover of his book so that it could join the rest of the cards in the memory box in the back of his closet. 
One last walk through the city left them all with the taste of Christmas carols and twinkling lights and a dusting of snow on their minds. As beautiful as the city was, it could not compare with the view Fili knew was waiting for him when he landed at his home airport. This year he and Kili would actually spend some of Christmas day together and that made the day just a little bit more special than usual because there would be leftover Christmas ham to eat, cookies to be munched, and blankets to be cuddled under all without the expectation of having to get up and do anything productive for the next few days. 
Kili was standing outside the Arrivals door when Fili finally deplaned nearly 12 hours later. He was wearing a pair of fuzzy black earmuffs to keep the cold at bay. 
Fili dropped his bag and hugged Kili. This was home. As nice as their apartment was and as much as he liked all of their things, this was the part he always missed the most and anticipated the most when he finally came home. 
“I missed you,” Fili said into Kili’s hair.
“You were only gone two days,” Kili teased, but he tightened his arms around Fili and did not pull away when Fili’s freezing nose brushed against his neck. “Are you sure you don’t just miss Franz?”
Fili snorted. “He’s still a kitten.”
“And that means you can’t miss him?”
Fili hummed in response. “Maybe just a little.”
“Ready?” Kili asked when Fili loosened his grip.
“Only if I am promised dinner, a shower, and cuddles—not necessarily in that order.”
“That I can promise.”
Fili stowed his bag in the trunk while Kili started getting the car warmed up. 
“I got you something,” Fili said when he climbed into the passenger seat, his coat on his lap.
“But there are already presents under the tree!” Kili protested.
“This is for the tree.” Fili held out the small, neatly wrapped box. “Open it.”
Kili pulled the ribbon and popped the tape that held the cardboard box shut to reveal the Christmas ornament that Fili had brought home. Kili lifted the twig reindeer from the box. “I know just where he’ll go.” Then the reindeer was stored away and they were on their way home.
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camplofi · 1 month ago
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187 - Testing The Waters
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This episode's track list (title / artist / source / license):
1.  Happy Birthday ccMixter by J.Lang featuring Snowflake [ccMixter] (CC-BY) (2024)
2.  Thanks For The Memories (Featuring Belle McNulty) by CM aka Creative [blocSonic] (CC-BY-NC-SA) (2024)
3.  drain the sun by niteffect [Bandcamp] (CC-BY-NC-ND) (2022)
4.  Over by Suhov [Free Music Archive] (CC-BY-NC-ND) (2008)
5.  Whenever You Wanna Call Me by Comfort Fit [Free Music Archive] (CC-BY-NC-ND) (2005)
6.  Out for a Shrink Pink Drink by Apes On Tapes [Free Music Archive] (CC-BY-NC) (2010)
7.  Configurate by Proviant Audio [Free Music Archive] (CC-BY-NC-ND) (2009)
8.  1000 Miles by Bluntspeakers [Bandcamp] (CC-BY-NC-ND) (2010)
9.  Soul Groove! (Patience) by !Mc'Lain! [Jamendo] (CC-BY-NC-ND) (2022)
10. The Holowaka Hides in the Shadow of the Sun by Fields Ohio [Bandcamp] (CC-BY-SA) (2024)
BSOTS BONUS TRACK:
11. Train Rides - In Praise of Black Men by Nikki Giovanni [Free Music Archive] (CC-BY-NC-SA 3.0) (2009)
If you're reading this, it means that you made it out of 2024.  Happy New Year and welcome to Camp Lo-Fi.  I hope and pray that you will be able to experience peaceful moments and great music throughout this year.  I pulled this episode together as 2024 was coming to a close, making this the first sonic statement for Radio BSOTS in 2025.  To kick off a new year of the podcast, this episode and the next episode will focus on my participation in the Netlabel Day Radio live stream marathon that took place in July of last year.  I initially recorded a 30-minute test run for the stream and figured that I should share that with the listeners.  
I gathered together some Creative Commons tunes from indie labels that ended up releasing later works under full copyright as time went on, but are still imprints that I hold in high regard (namely Tokyo Dawn, Budabeats, and Error Broadcast).  All cuts played during the test run can still be found online via Jamendo, Bandcamp, and the Free Music Archive.  This set of music leans heavy on the sounds of international beat culture, particularly that first decade of the early 2000s where the lines between electronic music and hip-hop production got blurry (and for the better, in my opinion).  Selections from Comfort Fit, Suhov, Bluntspeakers, and Apes On Tapes are probably the best examples of this.
Outside of the test run, the show opens with a selection in honor of ccMixter turning 20 years old (featuring the voice of Madam Snowflake - check out this video for a snapshot of her artistic journey) and closes with an addictive head-nodding joint from Fields Ohio.  I also get to share some listener feedback this time around.  As a bonus, I couldn't let the episode end without the words and voice of the late, great Nikki Giovanni.  As always, I welcome your interaction and hope that there are some selections within this installment of the podcast that grab your attention and increase your curiosity about other gems that can be found within the world of Creative Commons licensed music.
Theme music by Cy Tru (edited by Macedonia).  Background music by Techniken Defunkus.  ID drops from Morganics and Jonny Sonic.
Other key info: Macedonia on Mixcloud BSOTS show #178 - Creative Commons Gems From Public Enemy And Nikki Giovanni BSOTS show #181 - Creative Commons Sightings Of Kool Keith And DJ Harrison BSOTS show #186 - Download While You Can Netlabel Archive Funkwhale Castopod Tha Bloc Report
The content of this show has been released under a CC-BY-SA license.  All works within this show retain their original releases.  See the show notes at bsots.com for more information.
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duncandriver · 1 year ago
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'Now and Then', 'Here Today' and subjunctive creativity
From announcement to release and beyond, biographical speculation has attended ‘Now and Then’, the momentous ‘last Beatles song’. I understand the compulsion to speculate: Lennon’s lyrics are inchoate, but they identify an unnamed subject as the reason for the singer’s success and as the source of his fortitude:
I know it's true It's all because of you And if I make it through It's all because of you
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These opening lines suggest that Lennon is not the hero of his own life; instead, they attribute that station to someone else. Who? Yoko Ono? May Pang? Paul McCartney? These are clear possibilities that fans, bloggers and podcasters have enjoyed considering. It was in the wake of such consideration that Sean Lennon (John’s second son) was moved to tweet his thoughts on the subject:
“If you listen to my dad speak about lyrics, it’s clear he never felt any song was necessarily about one thing. Songs are not essays. Poetry is not journalism. Art is like life - multilayered and elusive.”
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With customary brevity, Twitter (or ‘X’ as it’s decided to call itself) proved the ideal platform from which to make an obvious but surprisingly overlooked point: however autobiographical a song may be (or appear to be), it always involves elements of artifice that distance the creation from its creator. A song is never wholly self-inspection or self-revelation. At one level, this is because autobiographical content must always be shaped by musical conventions that exist independent of it. In the case of ‘Now and Then’, these conventions include a questioning A Minor-E Minor verse structure and a more assured G Major-D Major chorus that answers the questions posed by the verses. It’s a classic Beatles trick, taking a sad song and making it better.
Another reason why ‘Now and Then’ can't exist solely as a spontaneous overflow of powerful emotion is recognised in Sean’s comment that his father ‘never felt any song was necessarily about one thing’. To put this another way, Lennon’s intention in composing ‘Now and Then’ was less to speak to or with the song’s subject than it was to achieve the composition itself. Ono, Pang, McCartney or all of them may have been on his mind as his fingers shifted, searchingly, from A Minor to E Minor, but it’s likely that Lennon put the stuff of life into the service of his creativity, rather than using creativity as a tool to resolve issues in his life. Musical therapy may be a felicitous by-product of composition, but I suspect that it wasn’t the prime motivator. In the same way that an Olympic sprinter is trying to win a race more than he’s trying to keep fit and healthy, Lennon’s chief desire in composing ‘Now and Then’ was probably (and simply) to write a good song.
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None of this should diminish the song’s meaning or impact. Indeed, these aspects are enhanced when you appreciate them as dynamic (not static) and universal (not local). As Sean Lennon put it, art is ‘multilayered and elusive’ and all the better for it.
If you’re not convinced, then consider another example of creativity's searching, elusive qualities: Paul McCartney’s ‘Here Today’.  It’s a song that the composer freely (and frequently) admits to being for or about John Lennon. Even in this relatively direct epistle ‘from me to you’, however, there are still reasons to delineate the ‘I’ who sings from the ‘I’ who is sung about; to recognise that, however autobiographical the song’s contents is, there are fictionalised elements that characterise it as a work of art more than a vérité documentary.
As stirred with emotion as McCartney no doubt was in the wake of Lennon’s 1980 murder, it was when stumbling upon an unusual E Minor 6th chord that ‘Here Today’s composition began – from a musical pang as much as an emotional one. As with ‘Now and Then’, there’s an unresolved and questioning quality to the chord(s) that lays the foundation of the song's creative space. The E Minor 6th chord is an inkling that the rest of the song goes on to explore. The apt word to describe the mood it conjures is ‘subjunctive’, a term employed by grammarians to describe a verb form that represents an act or a state of being not as fact, but as a conditional or possible that is experienced emotionally.
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The song’s lyrics are also drawn from this mood. They begin mid-sentence, as though trying to enter the delicate musical space unobtrusively, via a side door:
And if I said I really knew you well What would your answer be If you were here today?
They are subjunctive because they imagine how a conversation that never occurred might have played out. They draw on McCartney’s intimate knowledge of Lennon and they reveal much of their composer’s psychology, but these aren’t leveraged to document reality; they’re employed to stage a scene between two men as semi-fictional versions of themselves.
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The novelist Martin Amis once explained the uneasy relationship between fiction and reality this way: “You don't write about what happened, you write about what didn't happen.” That is exactly what McCartney does in ‘Here Today’, imagining how Lennon might have responded to words that McCartney should have said, but didn't. ‘Now and Then’ does much the same thing, achieving an artistic reunion between Lennon and McCartney where – and perhaps because – no comparable reunion was ever quite achieved in life.
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takenbypeter · 2 years ago
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The Perfect Boyfriend
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Steven Grant x reader
Words: 839
Number 23: “What do you mean, ‘whoops’?”
Author’s note: got this as inspiration form a comment someone left on one of my other Steven fics so thank you to @queerponcho
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Steven was the perfect boyfriend. He was respectful. He was thoughtful. You adored his tangents and found it quite cute how he could so easily switch topics just as quickly as he started them.
He wasn’t one for quiet. Typically the room was filled with his own voice or that of a recent podcast that he’d be listening to. But today the room was quiet.
You two were spending the time reading, with you curled up with your legs beside you in one corner of the couch while Steven sat on the opposite side, facing you with his knees tucked into his chest.
You were nose deep in your book, fully invested in the drama you were currently reading. You were so focused that you didn’t even notice Steven had set his book down lines ago.
He hadn’t meant to get distracted, I mean who truly does. He was reading his book when his eyes grew slightly tired from the words. So tearing his eyes away from his own book his eyes just so happen to have naturally drifted before he caught sight of you. You were trying to suppress a wide toothed grin which clearly wasn’t working because you quickly gave into the smile.
And when you smiled, so did he. He watched, surely entertained at how your expressions clearly portrayed an event that was happening in your book.
When something funny happened you grinned, when something sad happened the corners of your lips tugged slightly into a frown. When something surprising happened your jaw dropped wide open. When you found something hard to believe your eyebrows pressed together creating a crease in the middle. He was admiring it all. He found it all so endearing. This wasn’t the first time Steven’s gotten distracted by you and it certainly won’t be the last, but most of the time he didn’t even know he was doing it.
You were just about smiling again at a line you’d read when your eyes suddenly left the page and met his catching him slightly off guard as he didn’t expect the sudden eye contact. It wouldn’t have been so bad if this was the first time you’ve caught him like this today, but…it wasn’t.
Your wide smile softened slightly as you locked eyes with Steven, who looked back down at his book before his eyes went up again meeting yours. In the next moment you tried to suppress your smile from reaching your cheeks as you held your book up to hide your face.
“Don’t look at me like that,” you breathed out from behind the pages.
You couldn’t see him but he put a hand to his chest genuinely apologetic, “whoops, I’m sorry. Was I staring?”
You put your book back to your side as you let out a laugh at his reaction, “whoops? What do you mean whoops?” You teased finding his response slightly funny.
He laughed a little with you before he started again, “no, I mean I’m sorry I hadn’t meant to be staring, you just…” he paused which was very unlike him. Typically Steven would continue carrying on with the conversation quickly but this time he paused. “Truth be told I was admiring you. Sorry that sounds so weird doesn’t it? No but seriously, the way the light is bouncing off you right now, and your hair…”
With each and every compliment he gave, you honestly didn’t know how to react, you couldn’t even look him in the eye with how embarrassed you had suddenly become. You weren’t sure if you should hide again or make a dumb joke about it all to make the moment pass by quickly. But despite how awkward you felt about the compliments Steven would constantly give you, you couldn’t help but feel good about them as well. His words always held a sincerity to them that had you truly believing what he said and you loved him for that.
“You look just absolutely perfect. Well I mean you always look perfect of course—“
Steven’s small tangent got interrupted by a couch pillow flying across the way. He managed to close his eyes right as the cushion hit him flat in the face before falling straight down.
His eyes reopened and found yours. Your cheeks had become engulfed in warmth by now and your smile had reached your eyes, creating crinkles around the corners.
“Don’t sell yourself short, you are just as perfect Steven, maybe even more so,” now it was his turn to become flustered.
“Well I don’t know about that.”
You interrupted before he could get on further with that thought, “You don't have to know about that, because I know it for a fact. You are a much more than perfect boyfriend than I could’ve ever imagined.”
His eyes darted away from your then back before he leaned in, “well if you say it so then it must be true.”
You giggled a little as you smacked his leg at his silly demeanor.
Yeah Steven was the perfect boyfriend.
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