#the whole history of illegal music

[etruski]

One time my dad’s friends were over and he introduced them to YouTube music videos, they never could see the videos of their favourite songs during the Soviet times so they stayed up until 3 am watching them :’)

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can we get dealer!Sevika & hyper-feminine reader plssss 👁️👁️

reader has long ass nails so she sucks at rolling but thankfully since Sevika has a liking to her, she sells reader pre-rolls with a huge discount, and says it’s just a special deal for her only. & maybe one day she invites reader to smoke with her in her car and they just act all cute and high 😭

hhhghhhg... yeah. i'm a sucker for sevika. i'm a sucker for weed. let's fucking goooo

check out the nail inspo for the nails in this fic hehehe

men and minors dni

be outside in 5. the text on your phone reads. you grin, then look back up in the mirror, putting a fresh coat of lipgloss on and fixing your hair.

you suppose you could just buy in bulk. it would save sevika the two or three trips to your house a week. but she doesn't complain, and you've got a pretty good guess as to why.

a horn honks outside your home. you giggle, give your outfit one more look over in the mirror, spray a bit more perfume on, and run out of your house.

sevika's windows are tinted so dark it has to be illegal, and the presence of her car makes the whole block smell like weed. she rolls her window down as you come out of the house, turning down the music she was listening to, to grin and wolf whistle at you.

you giggle, spinning in a little circle in front of the driver's door, giving her a good view of your outfit. she chuckles. "c'mon, get in." she says, nodding to the passenger's side. you quickly run around her car and let yourself in, pressing a quick kiss to sevika's cheek as she pulls off.

she groans, scrubbing where your lipstick has stained her cheek-- a bright, glittery pink print left behind, now being smeared by her hand. she's driving the two of you to the abandonded lot you guys always sit in-- what used to be a strip mall is now cracked pavement and giant, overgrown trees. it's the perfect place to park, in the shade, and remain unbothered all day as you smoke and chat.

sevika's been your dealer since you met her at a party last year. your old dealer, a grimy old man, was... fine. he grew the weed himself and gave you real good prices... but he was also your history teacher in the sixth grade.

you gave up on him when you met sevika, gorgeous, charming, sevika. sevika who had woman sitting all around her at the house party you'd met in, but whose eyes only caught on yours. sevika who'd snatched her blunt that had been being passed around out of the nearest girls hands, and into hers as she rose from her seat and approached you.

sevika who you've been in love with ever since.

you guys have been spending a few evenings or afternoons a week together. sometimes here, in your spot, sometimes in a park, sometimes at sevika's place. sometimes she'll take you along to her deals, driving you to houses all around the city as you help her weigh bud and count cash.

it's fun. a lot of sevika's customers are old friends of yours, people you thought you'd never see again. you get to catch up and chat with them for a bit-- then spend the rest of your night gossiping about them with sevika once they leave.

she's your best friend.

you're just trying to make her make you her girlfriend.

you know she wants you. she doesn't even let you pay for weed anymore. and when she's high, her eyes all pink and her lips curled in a goofy little smile, her gaze wanders. and it catches on your lips, most frequently, but also your tits, your thighs, your stomach-- really, anything she can see.

but she doesn't act on it. because she's a gentleman.

and you don't act on it because... well... sevika's attractive. and she makes good money, and you know that you and sevika don't hang out on weekends because she goes to parties to sell on weekends.

and you wouldn't be surprised if you aren't the only girl riding in her passenger seat.

it's hard to know.

people leave shit in sevika's car all the time when she's doing house calls. they'll sit, chat for a bit, and leave behind their water bottles or hair ties or cigarette butts or press on nails when they get out.

and besides, if you confront sevika, who'll roll your joints for you? certainly not you. not with your nails.

speaking of...

"show me your nails." sevika demands as she pulls into your little spot, under a big willow tree. it's like your own little world here, under a green dome of leaves. sevika rolls all her windows down, and you wiggle your fingers over the middle console.

you told her you were getting a new set last time you smoked together. you asked for color recommendations-- she suggested purple, her favorite color.

so, of course, you got purple.

"fuck, they look sharp." sevika smiles, poking the pointed tip of your nails. you laugh.

"i forgot i got 'em so sharp 'n almost took my eye out this morning putting my lashes on." you admit. sevika giggles, still holding your fingertips in her hands and examining the way they shine in the light.

"so shiny. fuckin' pretty, baby."

you're pretty damn sure you're the only one she calls baby but... you happen to know that back in the day when sevika was scamming rich idiots by selling them baby powder and grass in exchange for hundreds of dollars, she had a lot of women riding along in the passenger seat of her car. and getting fucked in the back seat. which has yet to happen to you.

so you don't know. you just tell yourself you're here for the free weed.

"how's your day been?" you ask, snatching your hands away from sevika. you recline your seat, putting your feet up on the dash as she opens her center console.

"meh. been lookin' forward to this all day." she says. then. "oh! look." she reaches between your seats into her back seat, grabbing a plastic bag and pulling it into the front of the car. "snacks!"

"you're the fuckin' best, sev." you moan as you tear into a bag of chips. she chuckles, and hands you a preroll.

"strawberry flavored wrapping paper, you'll like it." sevika promises. you chew on your chips, take a quick swig of your drink, and then put the joint between the lips. sevika lights the tip for you, her eyes locked on yours.

you tear your eyes away just in time to jerk back before the entire joint goes up in flames, and take a long drag. it's truly delicious, like candy flavored smoke, and you hum, happy. sevika grins.

"good?"

"very." you nod, leaning back against your seat and taking another puff. "oh, i'm sorry." you pout, like you do every time you smoke with her. "i got lipgloss on your joint."

sevika giggles, snatches the joint back, and takes her own puff. "fuck off. i like it. 's like extra flavoring." she shrugs. your stomach twists. she blows smoke out in your face, then takes another puff, her eyes dragging up and down your body.

you guys smoke in silence for a while, passing one joint, then a pack of chips, then another joint, then a bag of candy between one another. and now, the sun's setting and your little world under the willow tree's all golden-greeen, and sevika's rolling another joint.

you sigh, happy, and your eyes trail down sevika's exposed arms-- she's wearing her signature wifepleaser. you speak before you can help yourself. "you look delicious today." you mumble. sevika raises an eyebrow at you.

"'s that mean you got the munchies or is that your way of flirtin' with me?" she asks. you giggle, then shrug.

"whaddya think?"

"i think you stole my line." she says around her joint, smirking as she lights and takes the first puff of it. her eyes dart down to your outfit-- intentionally skimpy, showing a little more skin than necessary for this pleasant spring day.

she lets you take a puff. you feel like you've melted into the seat. all your inhibitions are lowered. the words come out before you can stop yourself... again. this is what you get for smoking so much fuckin' weed. "'m i the only person in your life?" you ask.

sevika blinks at you. "what?"

"like... the only person you flirt like that with." you clarify, cringing. sevika's confused smile grows wide.

"has that not been obvious this whole time?" she asks. you gulp.

"uh." you whisper. your heart's beating a mile a minute, and you suddenly sit up from your relaxed posture in her passenger's seat. "i don'--"

"yes. am i the only person you let dictate your nail color?"

"yes." you whisper. sevika grins.

"so..." sevika trails off. you gulp.

"y'know... it's really hard for me to roll my weed with my nails like this." you say. sevika takes a drag off the joint nodding along as you speak. "it'd be nice to have a girlfriend who could help with that." you say. she grins, blowing the smoke out the side of her mouth as she leans across the center console to speak, her lips an inch away from yours.

"i coul--"

"okay." you agree, grinning. sevika giggles, then leans forward to kiss you. you stop her with a finger to lips and she pouts. you chuckle, take the joint from her hands, and take a long drag. when you exhale, you speak again. "the nails also make it really hard to keep myself satisfied." you whisper, intentionally shifting in your seat, squeezing your thighs together.

sevika chokes, and she's not the one with the joint. you smile, then pull your finger away from her lips, letting her speak again.

she doesn't. instead. she reaches out, grabs the joint, and flicks it out the window, smirking at you. you bite your lip in anticipation (and trying to hold in your scold about wasting good weed.)

"only if you promise to scratch the shit outta my back with those claws, baby." she whispers, her lips brushing against yours as she speaks. you shiver. "your place or mine?" she asks. you gulp.

"...the backseat? i've kinda been fantasizing about it since the first time we smoked in the car together..."

sevika doesn't answer. she just bursts into laughter, and launches forward to pull you in a kiss.

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[crumb]

please tell me you guys watched that video Noah Schnapp put out trying to backtrack and save his pathetic career. Please listen very carefully to the language and words he uses. He's choosing his wording VERY carefully in order to save his career and try to pacify those who support Palestine without actually denouncing genocide or zionism. "I feel my thoughts and beliefs have been so far misconstrued..." babe you were yelling from ig post to ig post about being pro israel, calling Palestinians terrorists, and being a proud zionist. How has that been misconstrued?? "I only want peace and safety and security for all innocent people affected by this conflict" He makes sure to use the qualifier 'innocent' several times in the video when referring to Palestinians, victims of a genocide not a conflict. But as we know, zionists don't see Palestinians as innocent so who is he talking about? This kind of tentative language helps him try to appear like he actually cares about Palestine while still condemning hamas without addressing the actual root of the issue—israel and the IOF. "We all hope for the same things..." Do we? You're a zionist. Zionism is settler colonialism and based in white supremacy. Please be more specific on what you hope for. "...That being, those innocent people being held hostage in Gaza be returned to their families. And equally hope for an end to the loss of innocent life in Palestine..." Zionists LOVE to go on and on about the hostages without mentioning the very real danger those hostages face from israel and the IOF bombs themselves. Israel is carpet bombing Palestine indiscriminately when they very much have the tech to make extremely detailed and targeted attacks. Did you see the way they targeted the specific apartment unit in Lebanon? In Gaza they're wiping out whole city blocks. Israel and the IOF don't actually care about the hostages. If they did they wouldn't be razing Gaza and boasting about their plans to use the land for beach condos. If israel and the IOF actually cared about israelis, why are they basically using the Hannibal Directive? Especially at the music festival on October 7th where the IOF killed a number of their own civilians. If israel cared about the hostages, why aren't they willing to release the hundreds of Palestinian hostages they have who are being jailed illegally and without charges? 'oh but they did! They released some during the pause so they could get hamas to release some israeli hostages' yeah and then the IOF rounded up and captured more Palestinians than they released that very same day. "...I think anyone with any ounce of humanity would hope for an end to the hostility on both sides. I stand against any killing of any innocent people" Once again with the manipulative qualifiers 'both sides' and 'innocent people'. How can you expect an occupied people who have been living through apartheid and genocide for 75 years to not eventually fight back? To not understand why October 7th happened you have to be either completely uneducated about even the most basic history of Palestine and/or so deeply entrenched in propaganda and denial that it doesn't even matter if you do know about the history because you truly believe you deserve an ethnostate on a piece of land that has inhabited several diverse groups over thousands of years. It was never a land of 1 singular homogeneous group. To want it to be that, is actually insane.

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Frequently Asked Questions

This post answers the following questions:

Who are the Catalans? Where are you?

Which are the Catalan Countries? (each Catalan country)

Where can I learn the Catalan language? (free online resources and where to find classes)

What social media accounts can I follow that post in Catalan?

If your question isn't answered here, you're more than welcome to send me an ask!

1. Who are the Catalans? Where are they?

Catalan people are a cultural group who come from the area known as the Catalan Countries. We speak the Catalan language (a language that descends from Latin) and have a distinct culture (cuisine, traditions, holidays, dances, music, literature, etc) and history since the Middle Ages.

Our nation is the Catalan Countries, located in the coast of the Mediterranean sea, in South-Western Europe.

As a result of past wars and invasions, most of the Catalan Countries are under Spanish rule and a part of it is under French rule (+1 city in Italy). In fact, Spain and France have harshly persecuted, illegalized and tried to exterminate the Catalan language and culture for a long time, well into the 20th century. But Catalan people have survived the ethnocide and we still exist, even though we continue to face discrimination and there are some settings where it's still not legal to speak Catalan (for example, public schools in the French-controlled part, or European Union ambits, among some others).

There is also Catalan diaspora around the world.

We are not a closed culture, we are very open to foreigners learning our language and culture, and the Catalan diaspora often organizes celebrations for our holidays or groups to do traditional activities (most famously the castellers, aka human towers) that everyone can join.

2. Which are the Catalan Countries?

We say the Catalan Countries in plural because it's made of different areas for historical reasons. The Catalan Countries are all the areas where Catalan is the native language, which have historically been part of a whole, and which share a common culture (with local variants, of course). Here they are:

From North to South:

Northern Catalonia. Capital city: Perpinyà. It's under French administration (part of the region Occitanie in the new French regions system, used to be Languedoc-Roussillon in the old one).

Andorra. Capital city: Andorra la Vella. It's an independent microstate.

Catalonia. Capital city: Barcelona. It's under Spanish administration (it's the Catalonia region in the Spanish regions system).

Eastern Strip, also called Aragon Strip. It's under Spanish administration (it's part of the region of Aragon in the Spanish regions system).

Balearic Islands, including Mallorca, Menorca, Eivissa (in English also known as Ibiza) and Formentera. Capital city: Palma. Under Spanish administration (Balearics region in the Spanish regions system).

Valencian Country. Capital city: València. Under Spanish administration (called Valencian Community in the Spanish regions system).

El Carxe. Tiny rural area. Under Spanish administration (part of the Region of Murcia in the Spanish regions system).

L'Alguer. One city in the island of Sardinia. Under Italian administration (part of the region of Sardinia in the Italian regions system).

3. Where can I learn the Catalan language?

We are thrilled that you want to learn our language. Catalan people love it when others learn our language. Here I'll link you to classes and free online resources.

If you want face-to-face classes outside of the Catalan Countries, you can check this website to find if there's a university that offers Catalan classes near you. There are 101 around Europe, 25 in North America and Cuba, 5 in Asia, and 4 in South America. Students from these courses can also participate in language stays and internships in the Catalan Countries.

If you're already in the Catalan Countries, you will easily find courses for foreigners which the government offers for free or for a cheap price (depending on the level and each person's economic situation). Check out your local CPNL (Consorci per la Normalització Lingüística).

If you want to learn independently on the internet, there are two resources I recommend the most, both are available online for free.

One is the book "Life in Catalonia. Learn Catalan from..." that you can find in various languages. Here I add the link to the official government page where you can legally download the PDFs for free, you only have to scroll down and click under where it says "text complet". You can find the book Learn Catalan from English, from Spanish, from Arabic, from Tamazight, from French, from Hindi, from Urdu, from Punjabi, from Romanian, from Russian, and from Chinese.

The other resource I recommend the most is the online course Parla.cat. It has different levels for beginners or advanced learners. You have to create an account (it asks for an official document number, don't worry about it, it's not a sketchy site, it's because it's an official course paid by the government of Catalonia and if you immigrated to Catalonia having taken this course would officially count as a language course and can give you some benefits). You can either use it for free (all the learning material is available in the free version) or you can use the paying version. In the paid version, you will get assigned a language teacher from Catalonia who can help you and correct you.

There are many more resources. You can find more free resources in this post, this post, or in this link.

Here you have some recommendations to start practising. And remember that you can watch Catalonia's public TV streaming service 3Cat for free from anywhere in the world!

4. I want to follow social media accounts that post in Catalan. Can you tell me some?

Of course! According to the WWW Consortium, Catalan is the 35th most used language on the Internet, out of the more than 7,000 languages in the world.

Here's some lists with recommendations by topic:

Anime and manga

Cooking

Travel accounts

Videogames

Fashion and lifestyle

More lists will be coming soon

If your question wasn't answered, you can send me a question clicking here. 🙂 You can also browse this blog by topics here.

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Febuwhump Collab Day 4 (& 22) — Obedience, “you weren’t meant to be there”

This one I wrote with two prompts in mind, and as I was going along I realized it also fits with the day 17 one as well (hostage situation) so three at once! I feel bad for Time, I’m always giving him a hard time in this au...

Warning for some injuries, some violence, and a gun that gets waved around in a threatening manner

Today’s lovely art

Ao3 link

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Time drove down the street with the windows down in his car, enjoying the cool air that blew inside and ruffled his hair. It was a lovely afternoon, and he was glad to not be wasting it in an office.

Some kind of maintenance for the building he worked in had forced Time out of his office, and with nothing better to do, he’d been allowed to take the rest of the day off. He was looking forward to being home alone with Malon for a bit before his sons returned from school, and was already relishing the quiet they’d get to enjoy.

...Assuming, of course, that there wasn’t anything else that required his attention in the meantime.

Time sighed. Ever since supers had been (somewhat reluctantly) legalized again, it seemed like the crime rate had doubled to try and make up for it. Every other day he was stopping a bank robbery, or mugging, or any number of random misdeeds. He was endlessly relieved they were all no longer classified as illegal, and they’d fought hard for it, but... it was starting to get exhausting.

As if on cue, the music from the radio was cut off, and a news anchor began spouting off a report of an in-progress museum robbery.

Disappointment washed over him, and Time sighed and changed lanes, turning away from home and towards the direction of the museum. Malon would have been listening to the radio as well, and she would know he would go to help.

So much for our quiet afternoon.

Putting aside his disappointment, Time turned up the radio to hear the details better, mentally forming a plan for when he got the Hyrule Museum of History. The robbers had gone to the wing where the gems and older artifacts were housed, and had apparently blockaded themselves inside. He couldn’t believe they were brash enough to attempt a theft in broad daylight, at the largest museum in town at that...

But then again, perhaps they want some publicity, Time thought with a snort. There were always criminals around trying to make themselves out as bigger then they were.

The woman on the radio continued with the details, and Time suddenly jerked his head down to stare at it as she repeated the name of the building.

A robbery at the Hyrule Museum of History.

The same museum where several of his children had a field trip scheduled for today.

Time breathed in sharply and stepped on the gas, navigating towards the museum with an increased urgency. Not all of the grades were scheduled to be there at the same time, but there was at least one group that was supposed to still be at the museum now, and three of his sons had been there today.

No, calm down, he berated himself, getting honked at as he narrowly made it through a light, you know they can all handle a crisis, they’ve proved that. And they might not even be there anymore.

It was completely possible that all of their classes had finished and had already gone back to the school, or that the school groups were on the opposite side of the building from where the robbers were. Or maybe his sons had been evacuated with everyone else and would be waiting outside when Time got there, wanting to help out.

Maybe.

Time reached the museum in record time, though the trip seemed to take forever. He ducked into an alley and changed into his gear at lightning speed, then ran for the building, sirens in his ears.

There was a whole crowd of people outside, confused kids and frightened adults, police and security guards trying to maintain order through the clamor. Time left the police to their business of corralling civilians— though he made sure to scan the crowd for three familiar heads, heart sinking when he didn’t find a single one— and went through a side door, out of way of the crowd.

The officer guarding the inside jumped at the sight of him, but quickly realized who he was, directing him to where the robbers had gone with a relieved look.

“We got a report that there’s some kids missing from a school group, Mr. Deity,” he warned before Time went on his way. “It’s possible they’re in the wing the robbers sealed off, but we haven’t been able to get inside to check yet.“

Time’s stomach clenched, but he nodded, and headed for the section that housed ancient jewelry.

The halls were eerily quiet apart from Time’s rapid bootsteps, normally crowded halls foreboding and empty. He didn’t go to the main doorway of the wing, knowing that’s what the robbers would expect, and also where the police would be focusing their efforts, and instead went for one of the smaller doors.

Sure enough there were no police there, only an entrance blocked off by a huge fallen statue of some kind. Time had no trouble moving it aside enough that he could get through, and began running again, his heart in his throat.

Please, please let them be outside, please—

It was even quieter in this section, and Time didn’t pass a soul as he ran past paintings and bones, ancient armor and swords displayed proudly on the walls. Yet the thieves must have hidden a lookout somewhere, for when Time turned the corner into the room housing the most rare pieces, they were waiting for him.

There were at least six of them visible, wearing dark clothing and masks that covered most of their faces. All were armed with guns, most pointed in Time’s direction, but one was pointing towards the group of kids huddled in the center of the room.

Legend right in the line of fire.

Panic and anger roared to life in Time’s chest, but he shoved them away, forcing himself to remain collected in front of the group of criminals. Showing weakness would do nothing but give them an advantage, and despite the fact that he wanted to do nothing but charge forward and get Legend out of there, he remained where he was.

Legend locked eyes with Time, and the relief in his gaze made Time’s hands threaten to shake.

“Hm, Fierce Deity,” the man pointing the gun at the kids said, levelly meeting his gaze. His mask seemed more sinister than the rest. “The report indicated that you were not the most likely hero to show up here today.”

“Let them go,” Time demanded, the other kids watching him in frightened hope. He recognized them as ones from Legend’s class, thankfully no more of his sons among them. “These kids were just here for a field trip, don’t mix them up in this.”

The man crept closer to Legend. “They will be fine if you allow us to leave with what we came for.”

“They’re just kids,” Time said, voice darkened with anger. The man looked at him in an almost bored way, then back down at Legend. “What is it you even came here to steal?”

“That’s our business,” the leader said with a smile in his voice. “Now drop your weapon, and they will be fine.”

Time breathed out, scanning the room again before returning his gaze to Legend. His son was too far for him to reach before anything happened, the other kids as well, and even if there was a remote chance he could get Legend out of the way, it was unlikely he could protect all of the hostages.

You should have been more stealthy coming in—

“D— Fierce Deity,” Legend said in a soft, urgent voice, and Time looked at his son with increasing desperation. “Don’t listen to him, just get everyone else out of here, I’ll be—”

The gun was pressed to Legend’s head, the click of it being cocked near deafening to Time’s ears.

“Put your weapon down, or he gets a bullet through the head,” the man said softly. One of the other kids whimpered. “Swiftly followed by the rest of them.”

Time looked between the man and Legend, seconds ticking by loudly in his head. It was a nightmare knowing he had the power to stop every thief in the room, but being unable to do a thing. He had to stop them, but he couldn’t do anything, not without risking Legend, or any of the other kids, not unless he—

Legend’s lip trembled, almost imperceptibly, and Time exhaled as he bowed his head.

Then he dropped his weapon.

Legend gave him an agonized look as Time raised his hands in surrender, and though Time couldn’t see the man who was still holding the gun to his head’s face, he was sure he was smirking at them both.

Rage abruptly slammed into Time, more powerful then any of the emotions he’d been dealing with so far, and he gave the robber a look of pure hatred. How dare he mix these kids up in a stupid scheme that was doubtless just to make some money?

No lives were worth a couple of pretty rocks, no matter how rare.

“Get on your knees,” the man demanded next, a hint of glee in his voice, and Time grit his teeth and did as he said.

The other robbers jeered as he kneeled down, and closed their circle around him, one kicking at his legs to make him go down faster. A fist suddenly connected with his face, and Time flinched backwards, laughter ringing in his ears. Another blow hit him on the knee, pain bursting up his leg, and he forced himself not to react.

“You’re not going to fight back?” one of them mocked, making him gasp as he jabbed him in the stomach. “It’d be so easy, just one little punch!”

“Let them go and I’ll give you a fight,” Time growled, but the man with the gun shook his head.

“No, I’m enjoying myself too much. Leaving can wait, the Fierce Deity at our mercy is too good of an opportunity to pass up on,” he chuckled. “Rough him up boys, this could be our break into the big time if word gets out.”

Time barely had time to brace himself before the blows began to rain down, all of the robbers eager to swing a punch or two his way.

Now part of Time’s powers was increased durability, his body able to handle much more strain and abuse than any normal person. But he wasn’t invincible in any sense of the word, and the robbers all had extremely hard boots and gloves, and a few had weapons that slammed into and jabbed at sensitive points all over him.

And he didn’t dare fight back.

By the time they were finished knocking him around, Time had a split lip and bruised ribs, and he wasn’t confident his knee would hold his weight. But despite the pounding in his head and the sharp ache radiating up from his middle, Legend was still unharmed, and so were the other kids.

That was all that mattered.

Time breathed in and met Legend’s eyes for a second, his son’s blue gaze wide and equally angry and fearful as they looked at each other.

“You’ve had your fun,” Time said in a voice more hoarse then before. “Now do what you said, and let them go.”

The leader idly twirled his gun, the barrel no longer pressed to Legend’s head, but still much too close to it. “I don’t think so. I don’t want any funny business from you. They’ll come with us until we’re well on our way, and then they’ll be freed.”

The fire in Time’s stomach roared. “You said you’d let them go if I dropped my weapon.”

“Your own fault for trusting the word of a thief,” the leader shrugged, and Time nearly leapt at him then and there. “We’ll be on our way now. And if you decide to follow us before we’re gone, this little group here might just—”

Someone dropped from the ceiling and landed on top of the man.

He let out a shocked cry as he was thrown to the ground, and Time realized Wild had been the one to drop from above, fully in his costume, and Hyrule and Malon soon dropped down along with him.

Relief swept over Time at the sight of his wife and other two missing sons, both safe and sound. Despite the pain when he moved, he swung out at the nearest robber, who took his punch full on the chin and fell to the ground, immediately unconscious.

A gun went off somewhere, but the familiar sound of the bullet being stopped by Hyrule’s shield rang in Time’s ears. A shriek accompanied it, and Time saw his wife hustling the kids back and away from the fight.

“We got what we came for, let’s go!” the leader of the thieves shouted, having somehow wrestled himself away from Wild, and they all sprinted out into a hallway.

Wild’s face screwed up in anger and he bolted after them, Hyrule following close behind. Malon didn’t immediately follow though, pausing at Time’s side and putting a concerned hand on his face.

“Are you okay?” she breathed worriedly, running her thumb by his split lip. “I heard on the radio, I came as soon as I realized, but I had to find the boys first—”

“You need to get those kids out of here,” Time interrupted softly, clasping her hand for just a moment. Malon scanned over him, then nodded, her eyes worried behind her mask.

“You’re right. We can regroup in a bit,” she murmured, and Time pressed the briefest of kisses to her hand.

Malon quickly stood and went back to the group of kids, giving Legend only a short squeeze on the shoulder since she was in costume and wasn’t supposed to know him. She began ushering them out in a different direction than the bandits had gone, and Time watched them leave, relieved they were all fine.

Stumbling slowly to his feet as they trailed out of the room, Time winced as he put weight on his one leg. He’d certainly had worse, but unless Hyrule was willing to help him along, he’d probably need a doctor. Relaxing afternoon indeed.

Legend suddenly materialized at his side as he managed to stand, his face still pale from what had just happened, eyes wide as they looked him over.

Time didn’t hesitate to bundle him into a tight hug.

His ribs ached with the action but Time didn’t care, and he ignored the way his hand shook as he ran it through Legend’s hair. Legend hugged him back equally tight, and Time rested his head on top of his, relief threatening to send him to the ground again.

“Dad, I’m okay,” Legend said, his voice shaking a little.

“I know. I know you are,” Time breathed. He didn’t let go though, and neither did Legend, and Time ran another hand through his hair, still unable to get the image of Legend with a gun pressed to his temple out of his head.

If even one thing had gone differently...

Time silenced the thought before it could form, and gave Legend a squeeze.

“You shouldn’t have let them do that to you,” Legend said, his voice unusually quiet, and Time sighed, pulling back just a little.

“I couldn’t let them hurt you,” he replied, cupping a gentle hand around Legend’s chin. Legend swallowed and averted his gaze. “And I can handle a few punches. That’s nothing in comparison to what he would have done to you and the others.”

And I would endure it thousands of times if it ensured your safety.

“You still shouldn’t have,” Legend mumbled.

“But I did. And I’m okay,” Time reassured, ignoring every ache that protested the fact. “This wasn’t your fault, Legend.”

Legend only closed his eyes, and Time drew him near again, Legend’s hair brushing his chin.

“I’m okay,” Time reassured again, this time in a whisper. “We’re both okay.”

Legend gripped a little tighter at Time’s suit, Time’s hand running over his hair, and they stood there in silence for what felt like a long time before pulling back, and joining the fight with the others.

[oldhalloweentape]

🪨Venture/Sombra (OW II & I) x (gn) reader 💜

(Theater Obsessed Reader Edition!)

(These pictures are not mine!)

(Request here! @brainrotqueen Hey everyone! This is my first duo character post, I am so happy and excited to give you guys this!!)

Venture

- When it comes to things you like they adore the passion you have, reminds them of how they are with history and archeology.

- Before knowing and eventually dating you, they liked musicals & plays to a degree, especially ones based on historical events (Ex. Caesar, Hamilton, Macbeth, etc).

- With that in mind, I can see them quoting some lines to themselves while doing the laundry, like, “I was chosen for the constitutional convention!” In the same tone.

- Likes knowing what you're talking about, so they almost immediately try to learn more about your favorites till it spirals to them learning about as many as they can.

- Gets addicted to the songs, which leads to them compiling a rather large playlist with your help, ones from the historical musicals being their all time favorites (I also like to think they’d be a Percy Jackson enjoyer if they weren’t already).

- In general they understand and feed into the love you have for it all, they think it adds to your charm they fell for.

- Whenever they are away for long, and it’s an option, they take you out to a musical/play you adore, taking photos of you two before and after in both old and new merch you two have collected for each other over time.

- Really gets into it by the time you guys have been dating for a year or so, and it’s only natural they celebrate in some way connected to your shared love of theater.

- Usually consisting of you guys going out, having a song filled blast and winding down, watching movies late into the night before you two pass out.

- 10/10, an enabler of your love/obsession for this.

Sombra

- Yet another enabler, but more… Illegal, as one might expect from Sombra.

- Can and will get you recordings of showings of your favorite plays from specific time periods, all you need to do is ask.

- Teases you playfully about it, calling you her “theater geek” after she gifts you a limited editions vinyl of a musical soundtrack she may or may not have gotten via blackmail.

- May not go to many shows with you like Venture, considering the whole illegal Talon member thing, but whenever an option appears, she uses it.

- Tqkes you out or makes you pizza with the various pizza recipes she has, I think you two would make it a tradition.

- Spoils you much like Venture does, but her gifts are more… Expensive considering money isn’t much of a problem for her, some poor (not really) rich guy gets his bank drained by her just so she can gift you anything your little sacred, greasy heart desires.

- Has eyes and ears everywhere, so if there’s some favorite play/musical coming around near where you guys live (which, probably changes considering her occupation), you’re the first one to know AND get the best seats the show has to offer.

- I think she’d be less impartial than Venture when it comes to music/songs, but that doesn’t stop her from having her favorites that she listens to while she hacks into some fancy restaurant reservation list so you two can wine and dine.

- Thinks your excitement and passion about this is insanely adorable, and willingly listens to you gush about it.

- 10/10 amazing girlfriend who wants to make you happy.

(Sorry for this taking so long!!! I just started school again so I’ve been dealing with that, but don’t worry, I still have a few more projects in the works that I hope will be finished sooner rather than later, love you all!!)

[yourwitchybrother]

Apollo, My Beloved

Perhaps I couldn't wait any longer before I finally addressed my beloved patron and godspouse. Both of which are terms I will define in this post. Apollo has been part of my life, well... since birth! Being my Patron, he has been around for all of it. He's seen me at my best and at my worst, he's seen me through my relationships and my hardships. He saw me through my hardest moments, through the easier times, and through the trauma I've faced.

So yeah. He and I are pretty close. Let's get into it, this is going to be a long one.

Who is Apollo? ☀

I have heard Apollo referred to as the God of many things, and this description of him is not incorrect as much as it is a gross minimization of the things he takes Godly precedence over. He is the god of:

The Sun; Light; Poetry; Music and the Arts; Healing / Medicine; Plagues; Knowledge; Order; Prophecy; Truth; A God of Beauty; Agriculture; and Archery.

Some of these things are not as well known as others, and there are absolutely some things missing from that list. Again. He rules over a lot of things.

Apollo, in my life, has been more present as the God of music and the arts, and prophecy. A major part of my practice is the art of prophecy and divination, the concept of time and the future. Of course, I do not have as much time as I would like to delve fully into the concept of time as much as I'd like, but I still like to dip my toes into the concept of prophecy. It took me a while to accept the fact that prophecies do, in fact, exist, and they are things that can be accessed by someone who is not the Oracle at Delphi.

Apollo is also known for having many lovers and, more nuanced, has been claimed as a patron God of Queer individuals. He has had his fair share of gay lovers himself, and in fact, is quite known for having a series of lovers who have then turned into plants. For example:

Hyacinthus, who was turned into a Hyacinth. Daphne, who was turned into a Laurel tree. Cyparissus, who was (unwillingly) turned into a Cyprus Tree.

At a certain point, it is almost comical.

Apollo, as a Worshipper and Devotee.

Of course, everyone starts somewhere. And for a good portion of my practice, I started as a worshipper and devotee of Apollo. This meant that I was dedicating certain acts to him and gifting him little trinkets and leaving him offerings. My favorite instance was when I left him a pack of cookies for about a month. After a month, I went to eat them as to not waste them. The cookies gave me static and shocked me. Apollo and I had a conversation about boundaries following this.

I have been devoted to Apollo my whole life, I like to say. Ever since I could improperly hold utensils within my digits, I drew on things. When I first learned how to make illegible sounds, I sang. When I learned how to create poorly worded poetry, I crafted it. By no means am I a lyrical genius or a poet laureate. In fact, I'm horrible at writing song lyrics and I have only ever written one catchy verse, and in all my years of playing Ukulele, I have never been able to play and sing until November of last year.

However, in my early childhood, leading up to college, I was nearly prodigal when it came to musical instruments. I graduated high school knowing how to play clarinet, bass clarinet, saxophone, flute, xylophone, euphonium (my favorite), bass guitar, acoustic guitar, ukulele, trumpet, trombone, and kalimba. I'm sure there are people out there who know more instruments, but all things considered, this is a damn collection of instruments that I'm pretty okay at. In 8th grade I was the back-up singer in my military schools rock band, I was the acoustic guitarist.

I've also been acting for about 9 years (I'm about to be 20), which is a good portion of my sentient and cognisant life. I've done work both on stage and off, but yet still have not managed to be in a musical. They scare me.

Not to mention my history with other forms of art. In fifth grade, I painted a still life that was elected and ended up in a local art gallery. In the first week of May, one of my photos from study abroad was selected as being the best in its category and I won a prize. My history teacher hung a drawing I did of her daughter in the classroom because she adored it so much. However, that may have just been because it was a picture of her daughter.

This laundry list of artistic endeavors is not meant to be a flex or a brag. It's meant to showcase my extensive history in the arts and my devotion to Apollo. He has been an important part of my life. Before every performance, I pray to him. Before every concert, I'd ask him to send me humility and patience. Before every drawing, I ask Apollo for inspiration and a dash of creative whimsy. I also say hi to the sun every morning, wishing him a good morning while I drink my morning coffee.

Apollo, as my Patron.

As my patron, Apollo is my biggest mentor. He is there for me through thick and thin. When the going gets tough. I know I can lean on and rely on him.

My mother calls me Sunshine (my hair sticks up and gets all frizzy, and so she calls me Sunshine because she considers my hair to be rays), she always has. This is reflective of Apollo's presence in my life, in my opinion. A little ray of the sunshine that he emits.

But back to the mentor thing. Apollo has always been someone I can look to whenever I need guidance. Whether that means consulting the cards and asking him for some guidance, or using a pendulum and having an asinine round of "is that a yes or a no" with him, or him sending me a sign.

Very recently, I asked him for a sign that he's still there. That he hasn't gone anywhere or left me. I asked him to send me something bright orange, out of the ordinary, that I wouldn't expect to see. About two days later, at the beach, one of the friends we had been waiting on shows up wearing a bright orange dress. And I mean neon. And she never wears bright colors like that.

But, enough hyperspecific personal anecdotes. If I keep going, this post would be an autobiography.

Apollo, as a patron, is a very hyper and mischievous guide and mentor. He will say things that don't make sense in the moment, but will eventually make sense. He likes his riddles. He likes his complex-meaning messages. That is why it's important to write things down, of course.

Apollo, as a Godspouse.

So, let me start with the definition of a Godspouse. A godspousal to a God, Goddess, or any divine being with the intention to devote yourself to them wholly and fully for the rest of your life. This can look like a lot of things. It can be entirely platonic, it can be romantic, it can be a continuous boss-employee work style relationship, pretty much anything. The only difference between this and a normal worship or working relationship is that it is sort of binding. It is not a light decision to make, and it should be a decision you make after years of already devoting yourself to the divine being.

I am of the unpopular belief that you can start deity work at any time during your practice, not just later on. Apollo started my practice with me, and I am of the firm belief that I only understood parts of my practice and have made so much progress with his assistance. It obviously depends on the deity you work with, which deities you accept help from, and who you let into your life. But this is an entirely separate post for another time. Apollo and I have developed a strong, firm bond over the past 10 years. And in the grand scheme of my practice, we've been godspoused for only a short while.

Our relationship is more of a romantic kind, in the sense that we have our affectionate nicknames for one another (he calls me his songbird and sunbeam, and I call him Sunspot / my sunlight). We flirt back and forth and send one another gifts (I, in the form of offerings, and he, in the form of signs and literal gifts through people in my life). It's a sweet little give-and-take we have. My end goal, though, is to become a sort of oracle for Apollo. Again, this loops back to my obsession with time and prophecy.

The End (Finally)

If you read all of that, you rock! Apollo is important to me and he has left a major imprint in my life. He is a major source of light for me and to not ramble about him this much would be a cardinal sin of which I would have to repent for. Plus, he loves and adores attention. But I will stop running my mouth. As usual, if you have any questions or requests, feel free to comment them here or submit an ask via my tumblr. Blessed be, may the sun be your guide! A domani!

[meraki-yao]

RWRB Bullet Comments Part 1: Red Room Scene

In light of the discourse yesterday I wanted to spread a bit of happiness and fun so I finally got around doing this! (Read this post for preface)

These are from the Red Room Scene, and there are two videos of the movie on bilibili so I took the fun bullet comments from both of them

A couple of photos to demonstrate how the screen looks like, but I'm not gonna circle them individual like last time because they overlap and scroll by and it's took much effort to capture a clear screenshot individually

Arranged in chronological order! All idiomatic translations are done by me :D

800 poses a second

The room where it happens (Hamilton the musical reference)

History has its eyes on you (Hamilton the musical reference)

Hamilton's watching you at the back

I'm turning into a rubber chicken!!!! (those screeching rubber toys)

Welcome to a new episode of FSOTUS: Taobao model version (Taobao, the most popular online shopping platform in China, Taobao models are known for switching poses very quickly for the most amount of photos to choose from, e.x. 100 different poses under a minute)

Attention/ At Ease hahahahahaha

He's (Alex switching poses) kinda acting like Ross from Friends right now

A peacock in full bloom

Happy Berner Sennenhund and Noble golden kitty

I think this room is full of presidential portraits...

Hamilton: Seriously?

Hamilton: You got me helpless

Oh my God the little prince is so pretty here

Why can't I stop laughing

Awww the prince is shy that's so cute

I wanna see the prince without hair gel! I think he would even better like that

I’m screeching like a chicken

warning warning waRNING WARNING WARNING

The fuck it's this explosive?

*a whole lot of feral screaming

Is it illegal to lock them in the room in the states

Help, my cheekbone can't come down

Wow his hands are...really grabbing his hair there

Puppy really likes biting on the little prince's lips

Oh my God I can't stop fidgeting

"Shut up and kiss me"

"Little prince, do you like my kiss"

I realized that the little prince really likes grabbing the first son's hair

Puppy (Alex)'s big hands and the little prince's smol hands

These sounds, I freaking can't—

Lock the fucking door~~

Oh hohohohohoho I'm laughing so hard I'm running out of oxygen

Watching this for the one hundred millionth time (one hundred millionth 億 and one 一 are both pronounced yi but with different tones, it's a pun)

Amy: THIS ISN'T WHAT YOU SAID YOU WERE GONNA DO

Why didn't anybody warn me that she was gonna open the door?

Of course, when in moments of awkwardness, everyone will pretend they're busy

Alex: Wow this flower is really flowery

Henry: Wow these books are very bookish/ this bookshelf Is such a bookshelf

I'm going insane hahahahaha the way you two try to pretend nothing happened is ridiculous

Lemme know which one's your favourite and which scene you guys want me to do next!

Slightly shamelessly tagging a couple of folks who showed interest in my last post on bullet comments, hope yall don't mind:

@tal-vez-o-quizas @lfg1986-2 @fivequartersoftheorange @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @estr19 @nocoastposts @kordeliafawkes @scillian @xthelastknownsurvivorx @fastenyourseatbelts @bbreaddog @myironcollectorflower

[yallemagne]

Everyone talking about the new Dorian Gray taking the fuckin Sailor Moon approach to praying the gay away.

Let's like actually dip our queer little toes into this. If they keep Basil's attraction to Dorian, hey what the fuck? Hey fucking dumb cunt writing this stupid adaptation, let me tell you a little something: you are directly comparing being gay to being incestuous. And let me tell you another thing: a difference between being gay and being incestuous? Being gay is neutral and being incestuous is bad. Wanting to kiss people of your same sex? Perfectly neutral but has a history of being condemned as a sin worse than murder. Wanting a romantic/sexual relationship with your family members? Bad! Immoral, even! Inherently toxic and unhealthy! All "consensual" depictions of incest are blatant examples of childhood sexual grooming.

(if anyone wants to say "it's just a story it's not saying anything about gay people" literally in the book the characters are representative of gayness. Basil is a representation of gay men who pine but never indulge, Dorian is a representation of the boogeyman gay that the lawmakers use to justify imprisoning people for homosexuality. the whole fucking book is a commentary on shit in society, it is an OBNOXIOUS commentary. you cannot make an adaptation without taking your decisions into account.)

This is just like the fucking Dorian Gray musical that gender bent ONLY BASIL because they claimed they needed more female characters. The reason they claimed they needed more female characters? They wanted to show more facets of femininity than Sibyl Vane's femme fatale. WHAT? Yeah they called Sibyl a femme fatale. Bitch, the only person this femme is fatale against is her goddamn self. I think they were genuinely trying to squeeze in a Madonna vs Whore complex and assumed that since Sibyl is an actress she must be a whore. Literally just MAKE THE MAIN TRIO CHICKS WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

Anyhow anyway, bereft of anything to really spice up the Basil/Dorian thing as Forbidden, they aged up woman Basil to be Dorian's art teacher, using her authority over him to force him to model for her. Wuh. Uh. WUGHh. WHahglsh. "THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH WOMEN IN THE OG STORY QUICK MAKE BASIL A PEDOPHILE!!!"

We don't need a modern retelling of Dorian Gray, and modern retellings will aways be trash because the events of that book are moulded by the era is set in. But I suppose if someone has a gun to your head telling you to make a modern retelling, you do know that being gay is still illegal in a lot of places, yeah? So you don't... You don't need to change the story to the point that Basil, one of the only non malicious characters in the story, just flawed the regular human amount and condemned by unjust laws, now deserves to be in prison for a legitimate crime.

This is a ramble.

Netflix stop fucking adapting shit you fucking suck. Every single time you fucking suck. Is this gonna be worse than when they compared vampirism to AIDS and cast people suffering from AIDS in a very predatory light for the Dracula miniseries? Who knows? But I guess there's gonna be an influx of incest kink people in the Dorian Gray tag if that miniseries' popularity is anything to go off of.

[seouldreams14]

Heyy! Saw your post about hyuna, what is the lore with that guy? Besides obviously that he’s a criminal

Idk if this is a genuine question but I'm gonna answer it as such but tldr: I initially said that because people were comparing him to Dawn when him and Hyuna have known each other their entire careers and newer kpop fans don't know who Junhyung is so they are confused wondering how they know each other/calling him a rebound

But 1st Junhyung isn't a criminal, not excusing anything but he was never charged with anything he was a witness and bystander in the Molka situation (which a lot of people are confusing for Burning Sun because they happened around the same time but different situations). Basically Junhyung was friends with Jung Joon Yung (which a lot of people think IS Junhyung but no different guys) who was found to have a group chat spreading around illegal videos taken of men sleeping with women without their consent. Junhyung being friends with him was accused of being in the group chat, he denied it, then when the police got a warrant for his phone history it came out that he WASN'T in the infamous group chat HOWEVER! He was in a solo chat with JJY and was sent an illegal video of him sleeping with a girl. In the end he was a witness and bystander who didn't come forward with that information, which is bad of course.

I have mixed feelings about it because I was a fan of his for over a decade and was extremely disappointed in him. He admitted what he did was wrong and he should've come forward with it when it happened but yeah.... Its just a hard topic I hate him for it but at the same time idk complex feelings

Long post because I ended up writing more than I intended to... but hey 15ish years of history am I right?

Now the LORE with Hyuna and Junhyung is that they debuted around the same time in 4minute and Beast under the same company, Cube. He was featured in her solo debut song: Change. They also were paired together A LOT in Cube family performances because they had similar positions in their group (rappers). They basically became really good friends:

They were so close in a way you don't see kpop idols do now and days with the opposite sex and of course people began to ship them because it seemed like they were flirting.

Then Junhyung began dating Goo Hara and Hyuna joined a sub-unit called Troublemaker with his bandmate at the time, Hyunseung. They kinda cooled on their friendship in the public, probably out of respect for his girlfriend and not wanting to be shipped with his friend. And Hyuna played up a stage relationship with Hyunseung to the point people thought THEY were dating but tbh It was probably an image thing. (funny story Junhyung came up with the name troublemakers lol)

So nothing was seen about them for YEARS even after him and Hara broke up, until like 2016? After 4minute disbanded Hyuna went solo and stayed with Cube, which is a whole long other tangent. But they appeared on a show together called "Happy together". Junhyung hated going on talk/variety shows because he's incredibly shy but he did it for once and it was with Hyuna so it was kind of a big deal. They still appeared close as friends and Hyuna tried to make him feel more comfortable on camera.

Then Hyuna had a show called X19, which is kinda hard to find now and days, but it was a reality show to prepare for her new album. During it she had a meal with Junhyung where they talked openly and you got to see more of their friendship openly for the first time in ages. I mean if you watch that video of them eating I feel like you can tell he had feelings for her idk the way he looked at her... But in that chat they talked about the public pressure to be seen a certain way that is expected of them. For Hyuna it was being hyper sexual in her music and performances because that's what people expected of her. Junhyung says he wishes for her to stop doing what other people want and do what she wanted and that he hoped she could do something she enjoyed. Then she brings up the fact that he had promised to make a song for her (he is a writer, producer and composer) and he says "ah yeah it didn't turn out"

Anywayyys it was cute and if you were curious you could watch it here with subs

After this stretch of promo with them (they also attended a fashion show together) Junhyung and the remaining members of Beast would leave Cube ent and start their own company and change their name to Highlight. This would be the last we'd see of them together publicly until well... now

I'm sure I don't have to tell people about her and Dawn and their history but they started dating after Junhyung left Cube.

There's a lot more to the lore like other collabs they did, the songs they released that seemed to be about each other (mainly from his side) but that's probably just going into delulu land so I'll avoid that.

But yeah If you read this far thanks for listening to me ramble and try to explain 15ish years of lore as brief as possible.

[squeakyfir]

A small hostage (A night at the museum 2 X Child! Reader Fanfiction)

Description:

You, an eight year old child who was left behind on a school field trip gets locked inside the Smithsonian and are held hostage by wax figures of historical figures. Though one was cruel, the other's were a bit mean but they showed a bit of care. So much for being evil. There were questions that needed answers.

Will you live?

Will you die?

Will you see your family again?

Will you even remember this night?

Enjoy!

*I do not own the night at the museum movies. All rights to the characters and storylines belong to 20th Century Studios ™*

Chapter 1

Next

A two hour bus ride to a museum for a field trip is just as terrible as getting left behind. That happened to you. And man does it suck.

Here's what happened...

"Alrighty kids, we'll be arriving at the Smithsonian in 30 minutes" said the bus driver through the speaker. You sighed as you slumped back in your seat. Your whole class was going to the Smithsonian museum for a field trip. Everyone else was thrilled but you could care less. You hated field trips because they seemed pointless to you. The only upside is that it was an opportunity to get out of school. And that was it. The other kids on the bus were getting ansty about getting there.

Your teacher was pretty excited too since it wasn't easy to convince the school board to go on this trip. You opened up your book bag to see your history textbook since you forgot to take it out, your bagged lunch, your sketch book, your cell phone, your headphones, your homework folder and pencils. You also had some money on you in case you saw something in the museum's shops that you wanted. You smiled since your mom left it for you.

Some time went by and the bus stopped. All the kids stood up ready to get off but the teacher had to go over the rules. You didn't really listen but there was one rule that you did hear. "And lastly, if any of you are not here when we leave, we will leave without you".

You grinned. 'Yeah right'. The bus doors opened and all of you got off. The teacher led you all inside the big entrance with the Smithsonian as busy as usual and you all started your tour. You didn't listen to the information that was being told to you all, so you pulled out your phone and headphones to listen to music. Luckily, the teacher didn't notice and you just followed the group.

The whole tour was boring but the wax figures that the Smithsonian had were kinda cool. You especially loved the art galleries. You took an interest in the bronze statue called 'The Thinker'. You smiled and said, "Thats me wondering why I'm still here".

The tour had to stop for lunch and you sat by the fountain to just nibble on your food. You weren't that hungry but your mom knew you would be bored and packed you some fruit gushers. You loved your mom and she loved you so much. You two were a team but your dad is a whole other story.

You didn't realize what time it was and saw one of your class mates stand up to leave. You put your food back and stood up to follow. The tour continued and you went back to the music. It was long and tiring but when it was almost time to leave, you all started to head back to the entrance but you needed to use the bathroom. 'They won't leave me'. You went to the bathroom to do your business and you took your time since you knew they wouldn't leave you.

When you finished, you came back out and saw that the students were gone. You went outside and saw that the bus was gone. "No way". You ran back inside and looked around to see if they were anywhere but they were all gone. You couldn't believe this. This is illegal! Since the adults who were monitoring the other adults, you decided to do a little tour of your own. You went all around the place. A couple people glanced at you and wondered why you were alone. But you remembered what your mom said about 'stranger danger'.

You kept walking around until you came around a large room that resembled a cathedral. There was a small black wall with Egyptian hieroglyphics and a skull sarcophagus. You reached out and touched it, only to hear, "Hey"! You turned around and saw one of the night watch men coming towards you. "What are you doing? No touching".

"No, I didn't touch it".

"Oh really? Put your hand on it and touch it, cause I stand there and I wait all day for a little girl like you to come in and put her precious nail polished nails all over the exhibits".

"Ok, I'm sorry. I thought we all lived in a free country"?

"We don't. It's the United States of don't touch that thing right in front of you".

"Ok, just leave me alone" you said backing up.

"No, I'm not gonna leave you alone. You don't touch the exhibits".

"Would you relax"?

"Why should I relax"?

"Because your freaking out about me touching it" you said with sass.

"Do not touch it".

"Don't yell at me".

"Do not touch it".

"Don't yell at me".

"Do not touch it".

"Don't yell at me".

"I'll yell at you all day. I will literally call your parents and yell at them to". You sighed loudly and said, "Fine. Fine. I'm sorry. Better"?

"Yes it is. Now, don't touch it, understand"?

"Yep" you said with a smile. The man started to walk back and you saw his key card fall off his belt. You took that chance and snatched it before he saw you. You now had access to basically any part of the museum. You went to a metal door and saw it required a key card. You scanned it and it worked. You grinned and started going down a hallway and then down the stairs to the archives.

You checked your phone and saw that it was getting late. You didn't want to get caught either so you had to hide down here in the darkness with a ton of wooden crates and more wax figures. You didn't know how long you would be here for so you went inside an empty crate to sleep but you obviously set an alarm. The alarm was for one hour.

You awoke to your alarm, wide awake and hopped out the crate. You then heard banging sounds and talking. You put your phone away in your bag and wandered towards the sound and had to be careful to not get caught in case it was workers.

But what you discoverd instead was something way more interesting and confusing.

There were men in old outfits of French soliders, men who were literally in black and white, men with chain armor attire and one was wearing an Egyptian uniform. You stood on the other side of the shelf with crates and had an opening that was big enough for you to see through. The Egyptian man was speaking and he said, "I am Kahmunrah. I am half god, once removed by my mother's side. Rightful ruler of Egypt, future ruler of... well, everything else".

You kept listening to this talk and he then said, "Now, I have lost some men. So, I am in need of some new generals to join me in my little plan of conquering this world. Ivan the Terrible. Napoleon Bonaparte. And young Al Capone. Some of the most despicable, most feared leaders in all of history. Gentleman". Kahmunrah tried keeping a straight face but he failed and smiled like you when you were having fun with your mom.

"Really, it's just fantastic to meet you all". The other's nodded their heads and took it as a compliment. "Now all I ask is your allegiance, and in return, I offer you the world. Literally. Are there any questions"?

"Yeah I got one. How come you're wearing dress"? You giggled a little but had to stop yourself fast since you didn't want them to know that you were here. "This is not a dress. This is a tunic. It was the height of fashion three thousand years ago, I assure you. Are there any other questions"?

The man named Ivan who had a Russian accent said, "Da, this dress you're wearing, do we have to wear one of these too"? You once again tried not to laugh and then heard Kahmunrah say, "No, of course not. Were you not listening? I just told Mr. Capone here, that this is not a dress. It is in fact a tunic. Very big difference. Are there any other questions"?

Napoleon raised his hand but Kahmunrah then said, "Any questions not about the dress? Tunic". Napoleon put his hand down then Kahmunrah said "Alright then. Moonlight is wasting and the time is short-"

"SHORT"! You jumped a bit at Napoleon's sudden outburst then he said, "Why do you look at me when you say short"?

"I'm sorry. It slipped out". You tried looking over at the other men but then knocked some things off the shelf. They all looked towards you and you made a run for it. Kahmunrah then shouted, "GET HIM! BRING HIM HERE"! You heard footsteps running after you and you turned around a corner to then run into one of the French soliders. He instantly grabbed you and brought you back towards you the others.

When he came back with you in the light, the others were very surprised that it was just a kid. The solider held you by the shoulder firmly and you were now face to face with these strange people. "Well well well, what do we have here" said Kahmunrah.

"It's just a kid. But aren't you supposed to be in bed by now" asked Capone.

"No, I can stay up if I want to" you said struggling to get lose from the solider. "Why are you here" asked Kahmunrah.

"I was on a field trip and my class left me here".

"Well, no matter. Where is Mr. Daley? He has stolen my tablet and I want it back. Where is he"?

"I don't know a Mr. Daley now let me go". Kahmunrah gave you a look of irritation and said, "Tell me where he is or else".

"Or else what" you sassed.

"I'll have my men kill you".

"Hold on. I dont know you that well, but I don't kill kids" said Capone.

"Me as well, I do not murder children" said Napoleon.

"Well... if they give me a reason as to why, I might". You, Capone and Napoleon looked at Ivan like he was crazy but he didn't know what was wrong with what he just said. "What"?

You had enough of this. You slammed your foot down on the soliders foot and kicked Kahmunrah right in the shin. You ran off and heard Kahmunrah shout, "GO! GO! ALL OF YOU! GET THAT BRAT! BRING HER HERE"!

Well... tonight will surely either be a memorable night or your last night.

[alarrytale]

Sony Music and Sony Entertainment are owned by the same corporation and it would reflect badly on all of it. I’m not saying that there’s no shitty business practices, or even that they’ve done unethical things, but the things that are being claimed Sony Music has done to Larry I don’t see how Louis and Harry could not easily sue over that. I’m no lawyer so I can’t fully but it is doubtful to me they can’t sue for say, being forcibly closeted or trying to pressure Louis into signing a birth certificate, etc. Coercing someone into doing these things is one thing and a whole other conversation, but doubtful to me they’re legally bound to do them.

Hi, anon!

I don't think i agree. I don't think people will stop going to a Sony produced movie, not buy PS5 or buy a Sony TV because Sony Music Entertainment forcibly closeted Harry Styles. They're all separate companies with the same owner, Sony. It's not like Sony is putting extra pressure on Harry if they don't sell enough TVs.

I've said many times before why H and L can't sue. They willingly signed a contract that states that Sony can do whatever it takes to make them big and earn them money. Sony own the names, likenesses, voices and personal histories of the 1D guys and everything they do while under a Sony contract, forever. Sony can use that material however they want, even if it's false, embarrassing or damaging. This is not illegal, as long as the guys signed it knowingly and willingly, and as long as Sony does it with the intention of furthering their careers and make them money. Sony's first right of refusal clause in all their recording contracts makes it so that Sony won't let anyone leave if they can match the offer from another label. They will never let Harry leave as long as they can control him like they already do and as long as he's profitable.

So if Sony says, Harry we're going to give you a womaniser image to make it look like you have sex appeal and make you attractive to women, and at the same time make people think you're straight, because out gay men don't appeal to het women who wants to marry you, Harry can't do shit about it. If they say, Harry you have to pretend to date CF to make you look like a womaniser and to create buzz for txf (she's under the same contract ans probably had little choice herself). People will watch the show if there is a scandalous relationship between you and CF, there is nothing he can do to say no. If he refuses he's in breach of contract, that he willingly signed, and will probably be banned from the music industry forever. Sony is powerful enough to do that. If he refuses they can ruin his image more. More damaging stories in the press. All press is good press. As long as it gives them attention and make people aware there's an album out, they can drag his name through the mud along with all of his family and friends.

If Sony says Louis, we will create a baby scandal around you to get attention on our new 1D album, make you look straight and make it look like you're not in a relationship with Harry, there is nothing L can do. Both L and H can try to bargain and trade off and say, no i'd rather fake date that person or do that instead, and Sony can say yes or no. Sony can also say, if you refuse to do this or that Louis we'll make Harry get engaged. Louis might then say, alright i'll do the baby scandal. Sony might later say, oh btw. Now that it's out that you're going to be a father, we've actually signed with that family and a baby is being born that you'll have to pretend is yours. And Louis will be shocked and in disbelief. It's already out that he's going to be a father, but he probably thought it would all end with a DNA test when the kid was born. Pretty sure he didn’t think he signed up for 10 years of playing a fake dad back in 2015, and how damaging that would end up being for his own solo career.

As long as Sony can prove that H and L signed these contracts willingly and that it's the best course of action to advance their careers and make them money, H and L won't have a case. It's not about right or wrong, it's about what's legally allowed or not. It's a corporation and Sony is treating H and L like corporations. They're a brand that needs to be protected. They've invested in said brand and expect returns on their investment. Using their control over their images, they indirectly control their closets and their public lives.

H and L (and the rest of the 1D guys) are legally bound to this contact saying Sony can do whatever they want. They signed it. Sony has played their cards so well that H and L are backed into a corner. Even if L isn't with Sony anymore, he isn't free of the consequences of what Sony made him do. He isn't getting radio play, he's still saddled with a fake baby and his boyfriend is still under Sony. I honestly think all of 1D are still under Sony, since they're on hiatus and not disbanded. I think Sony still controls their images, either directly under the 1D contract or indirectly though the image clause.

It's fine if you believe this isn't possible, but i think you are too unimaginative about how Sony can go about making this all happen and resulting in what we're witnessing today. I also think you are too hung up about things being illegal or legal, instead of looking at it as Sony having certain powers within the contract and them forcing H and L's hands by backing them up into a corner. If you think Sony is powerful, multiply it with ten.

[zedecksiew]

Whirling Mummy One-shot

(Art by Sam Mameli)

Have been deathly ill for most of this month, with barely the focus to do anything. So I've been in the dumps.

Last Wednesday I ran a one-shot for my regular TTRPG group, just to feel like I could do something---anything. I didn't have much of a voice. Just a low rasp. So all my characters that night were kinda husky, sultry folks, the kind you might find in a bar.

Apopros to the game, I suppose. I ran the Whirling Mummy, a dance-hall adventure I created for Prismatic Wastelands' ENNIE-winning bar-crawl campaign setting, Barkeep On The Borderlands:

THE WHIRLING MUMMY Madam Smiling is the never-seen proprietress of The Whirling Mummy, an undead-themed dance hall, named after Madam Smiling's ancient, still-animate consort. + Before the Keep, before goblins lived in caves – a goddess cursed a king to dance. He danced all night, he danced all season. He danced and he died. They buried him dancing. He danced in his tomb of jade mosaic. A quake split the Iron Fens, and cracked his tomb, and spat him out dancing. Tonight, in the mummy's honour: a dance-off! Various crews compete to win their hearts' desire. There has never been a wish Madam Smiling could not grant.

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Got my players to make characters using Barkeep's evocative background packages. The party:

Frederick the Foppish Dandy, with a big hat, dueling pistol, and a wealthy fiance called Giorgio ("Georgie!");

Alejandra the Ebullient Dancer, with a tambourine, vial of poison, and her patron the noble chanteuse Lady Gaga;

Melan the Troubled Musician, with a flute, a cymbal-playing pet monkey, and a broken heart.

Serendipitously appropriate, for an adventure featuring a dance contest!

Melan decides they have history with Kril Mouser, leader of the club's musicians.

Ironically, Alejandra spends her whole night off the podium, gassing up the crowd to win over their support.

Frederick ("Freddie!") plays out a rivalry with one of competing dance crews: a trio of voguing toffs.

Freddie ends up being the night's star dancer. "This is the kind of music Frederick plays in his room," his player says:

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I rolled a new event for every turn / round of the dance-off, for maximum shenanigans:

A skeleton flapper loses her head on the dance floor. The Dancer turns that skull into a ball the cheering crowd can bounce around. Poor skelly!

A gang of electric-lute-wielding bards storm Kril Mouser's band stage in an attempt to take it over. Melan spends the round fighting them off, earning the musicians' favour. (Alejandra throws her skeleton skull, knocking a bard out.)

A paladin raid on the club for illegal necromancy. This coincides with the last round of the dance-off; Freddie is too drunk to continue, so Melan takes the stage, and duels Master Mocking Of A Million Eyes, the peacock demon and final boss.

Melan's player describes their dance as "Lizzo with a flute, but while performing a Celine-Dion-like ballad".

This means they beat an eldritch horror with a combination of this:

and this:

Nice.

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So the party won the dance-off. They are entitled to wishes from Madam Smiling.

Frederick asks to be the richest person in the world;

Alejandra wants to retroactively swap places with her patron Lady Gaga;

Melan selflessly asks for land back for the indigenous lizardfolk. (The industrial district in which the Whirling Mummy sits used to belong to the lizard-people; there were lizard nuns handing out pins outside the club.)

I was very pleased with this game. I think it was my first successful, self-contained one-shot? We played for about three hours, and I felt buoyed by endorphins after.

I love my players. Thank you Am, Ai and Vesha for playing with me; you have kept my love for this game stuff alive.

I lost my voice again, the next day.

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Final scene, one year later:

Melan is the opening act for a concert by Lady Alejandra, in a city ruled by Prince Frederick the First.

All of this happens a continent away; the city in which Barkeep is set has been totally erased. A trade agreement has been signed with the lizardfolk queendoms, however---and ambassadors report an incongruous-looking dance hall, in the middle of the marsh.

Inside, it is said, a mummy in jade shoes endlessly dances. Inside, it is said, a dance contest is held, and its prize is whatever your heart desires.

[bunny--manders]

Some photos of Appalachia for @kjzx to set the mood as you listen to the podcast!

This is what the mountains look like. The range is so old that they've actually eroded a bit over time, so they look softer and more rounded than the dramatic ranges out west like the Rockies, Cascades, Olympics, etc.

Child coal miners in Gary, West Virginia in 1908. The coal mining industry could be incredibly inhumane to its workers, and some of the most brutal suppression of labor movements in American history happened when workers tried to fight for better conditions. The podcast goes into real life mining disasters.

One of the most famous modern mining disasters--this coal mine caught on fire and couldn't be put out, and a whole town had to be abandoned because of it. The mine might continue burning for centuries.

I can't recall if the podcast mentions kudzu--it's an incredibly invasive plant that has been destroying Appalachian forests. Just driving by an infested forest is eerie because the vines will completely engulf trees and buildings.

A "holler" is a distinctive type of settlement in mountain hollows. They have their own unique culture and accent which people outside the area often stigmatize as uneducated. People living in these areas are often cut off from the best jobs, education, infrastructure, and healthcare and their state governments have done very little to help them for centuries.

I'm very interested in historical stories about bootlegging, and you'll hear a lot about people hiding stills for distilling liquor in the mountains so that they could make alcohol during Prohibition or during times of high taxes on liquor. It's very hard to police a whole lot of small, isolated towns in the mountains where the locals know the forest much better than federal agents coming in from out of town. My home state's official anthem, Rocky Top, actually has a verse implying that federal agents were murdered in the mountains while they were searching for an illegal moonshine still.

An example of music from the area. It's influenced by a combination of British immigrants, other European immigrants, and traditional African and African-American music.

A photo from the Appalachian Trail, a trail built in the 1920s that runs over 2,000 miles through the mountains. I'm biased because I love the forests where I live now so much, but I still think the Appalachians are some of the most beautiful parts of the country.

A storyteller talking about the very long history of Appalachian folk stories and repeating a story passed on through the oral tradition. Some of the stories still told in Appalachia are hundreds of years old and come from a blend of European and African folklore. I really love the way the podcast captures that beautiful style and cadence. It very much fits into the long history of ghost stories set in the mountains. I'm intrigued that you picked up on similarities to Russian storytelling traditions. I bet there are a lot of similarities with the way working-class families living in remote mountainous areas pass stories from generation to generation.

That's just a little taste of Appalachian history and culture! Basically: It's one of the most beautiful parts of America, but also one of the most badly treated by companies that exploited its people and natural resources and state governments that didn't do much to help people living in the area. I grew up in a city near but not in Appalachia, one that made a lot of money selling its culture to tourists but ultimately didn't give as much back as it should to the people living there. Parts of Appalachian culture have definitely become folksy novelties.

(BTW, if you've ever heard of Dolly Parton, she's probably the most famous modern celebrity from Appalachia and she's done a TON of work helping the communities she came from, which is part of why people love her so much!)

[illustars-light-comic]

“THANK YOU ILLUSTAR WE WILL BE HERE ALL NIGHT”

*an Ask-Blog dedicated to the band Starveil and it’s individual members, and their goals and wishes*

Welcome to the concert hall! Located in a hushed forests of a state called Illustar. This concert hall is the home to the greatest band known to man Starveil. Even if the state is hidden from the rest of the world, thoes to know Starveil know true dedication and love to music.

Meet the Crew [all available for asks]

The Band members consist of 4 individuals, all closely known to many other characters in the story. These are the main characters.

Mintymug Latte [Protagonist and Lead Singer]

Darwin Latte [ Secondary Protagonist, Husband of Minty and Secondary Singer]

Vincent “Vinny” Whippette [ Mintys cousin and Lead Guitarist]

Valentine V.C Rosewater [ Mintys childhood girlfriend and Drummer]

Ivan and Lace Latte [Minty and Darwin’s children]

Roman and Sugar Rosewater [ Valentines children]

Pepper and Chiffon Whippette [ Vinny’s children]

Nasty people that have tried to breakdown the bands reputation can be seen wondering the state causing chaos or harm to those loving the band. Many hold personal vendetta towards the band. These are the villains.

Matiás Hernandez [Mintys First Ex Owner of a casino near the Starveil studio]

Flint Cañello [ Mintys second ex and active owner of catering company dedicated to Starveil]

Andrew Jacks [ Mintys Last Ex and radio host dedicated to slandering Emo and rock music]

Cavalier Hernandez [ Mat’s Husband and casino worker, active impersonator for band slander]

RULES OF THE BLOG

While my blog is for a more mature audience, it is separate from my NSFW content and SFW content, and any NSFW content will be hosted on different platforms to avoid younger audiences to see. I don’t allow any instigating of NSFW questions and scenarios, will block heavily if questions arise for NSFW content.

I hold my characters deeply and value their characterization, I do not allow anybody to dictate or change my content for their needs. Of you don’t like the way a character interacts I apologize but I will not bend backwards to change it.

I hold my project deeply to my heart but I am a content creator second, student first, I will not allow rushing or demand of fast content to be made on my personal well-being. I will do what I can to share my silly guys with you but be patient.

While I allow long scenarios a some Magic Anon questions I don’t allow scenarios where the story stops focusing on what I want you to tell. Respect when I say I ask for certain engagement.

My ocs have connections and history to each other and I don’t wish to eras that, I engage in doing alternate universe scenarios with them but canon is canon here, headcanons will be taken lightly or not taken at all depending. Don’t ask me to make proship or borderline illegal changes to my characters. Respect their family tree and connections to each other

I allow self shipping and system interjects but I will cease permissions if things get to the point where I am uncomfortable seeing any interactions I don’t approve of.

Please don’t make nsfw fan art of the children coded characters or nsfw art of the band members families together, I’m very choosy on nsfw fan art as a whole and request it’s not made.

I’m 20+ I don’t owe explanations to a block if you break the rules or disrespect my work, end of story.

If you make fan art I’d love to see! Tag the blog or my main @inkbite-arts and you’ll see it there!

If I need to address things I’ll break and use Mun Ghost, as well as using it if I am not playing any characters and answering questions alone.

FAQ

“Aren’t these cuphead ocs?”

No. They use to be but I decided to create something new and original for my own university thesis. The object heads you see are classed and categorized. I’ll make charts soon to share what lore they have.

“Will there be any animations to the story?”

Hopefully so, we have voice actors and comic boards ready but I’m only one person so it will take as long as it needs to

“Who is related to who?”

Soon enough I’ll make a chart dedicated to the relationships of each character

“Do I know [insert character here]”

Most likely! Most of the characters have been around for years and some have been given or traded to me and they now coexist with the story.

“Minty seems familiar”

He should be! He’s been my mascot and sona for many years, if you remember me from my old days hello! Hopefully the change to minty is a pleasant one to see!

“What do we call you?”

Fangs/Ghost, any questions not applicable to character interactions can be answered by Mun Ghost [me]

Refs and Lore [will update]

Mintys ref

Darwin’s ref

Vinny’s ref

Val’s ref

Logos and Props

Species sheet

Illustar State Map and Brochure

Mats ref

Flints ref

Andrew’s ref

Cavs ref

The family tree

Toy house Folder

The voices

Thank you for reading, if you want to see my other content my main blog is @inkbite-arts

I hope you enjoy the concert. [Mun Ghost]

[wordsinhaled]

our own history » an ineffable husbands playlist

my friends, this playlist is gloriously sappy. there is not an iota of angst in it, i promise. in fact, it is the musical antithesis of angst, the equivalent of crowley and aziraphale having a picnic in the garden at their south downs cottage or enjoying a lusciously indolent, happily married retirement among the stars. it will rot your teeth and make your cheeks hurt from smiling (at least, it does mine). a happy ending in song form. please enjoy and i hope it heals your heart a little <3

01. the new basement tapes » when i get my hands on you 02. sonny cleveland » you've got me running in circles 03. emily king » believer 04. eliza rickman » riches and wonders 05. the magnetic fields » when my boy walks down the street 06. ruby the rabbitfoot » do me right 07. joe hertler and the rainbow seekers » old love 08. may erlewine » days go by 09. sammy rae & the friends » kick it to me 10. rachael and vilray » do friends fall in love? 11. penny and sparrow » don't wanna be without ya 12. madeleine peyroux » dance me to the end of love

lyrics under the cut!

the new basement tapes » when i get my hands on you

when I get my hands on you gonna make you carry me when I get my hands on you gonna make you marry me when I come home to you gonna take you down to the riverside when I come home to you hold you in my arms all night and now you know everywhere on earth you go you're gonna have me as your man

sonny cleveland » you've got me running in circles

oh, can it be that you're here with me? let's start writing our own history

emily king » believer

darling, I know that you could be the enemy leaving flowers at my door and soon you'll be asking for a key don't understand why someone would be so good to me is there something else? something you're trying to achieve? I'm not a believer what I see is usually what I get I'm not a believer but I haven't seen it all yet darling, I know that you must think I'm just a fool I spend my time questioning all the good you do well, I've been around I know that nothing ever comes free so 'fess up now or, darling, forever hold your peace darling, I think I'm going to take a leap of faith they say sometimes something just cannot be explained I've been around I know that nothing ever comes free just give it up and you just might get the best of me

eliza rickman » riches and wonders

we live high / our love gorges on the alcohol we feed it / and it grows all fat and friendly / we have surplus if we need it we hold on as hard as we can / our knuckles are white we write letters to each other / invent secrets to confess to / I learn foreign and exotic terms of endearment / by which to address you we feed fresh fruit to one another / we stay up all night I am healthy, I am whole / but I have poor impulse control / and I want to go home / but I am home we are strong, we are faithful / we are guardians of a rare thing / we pay close, careful attention / to the news the morning air brings / we show great loyalty / to the hard times we've been through we are filled with riches and wonders / our love keeps the things it finds / and we dance like drunken sailors / lost at sea, out of our minds you find shelter somewhere in me / I find great comfort in you / and I keep you safe from harm / you hold me in your arms and I want to go home / but I am home

the magnetic fields » when my boy walks down the street

grand pianos crash together when my boy walks down the street there are whole new kinds of weather when he walks with his new beat everyone sings hallelujah when my boy walks down the street life just kind of dances through ya, from your smile down to your feet amazing - he's a whole new form of life blue eyes blazing and he's going to be my wife the world does the hula-hula when my boy walks down the street butterflies turn into people when my boy walks down the street maybe he should be illegal, he just makes life too complete

ruby the rabbitfoot » do me right

you ain't ever gonna let me down / no, no, no / you got a way of keeping me high / connected with the stars in the sky you said, "go read", I'm like / maps make traps for exactly what you want in your life / 'cause if you don't they will pass you right by / quicker than the pines when you drive but baby, I can tell you what I want / I want you to come over tonight / be my secret lover undercover / rolling thunder through the midnight sky / if you can make it and not break it, I can take it till the sunrise / 'cause oh, oh, oh, oh, baby / you do me right

joe hertler and the rainbow seekers » old love

we met on the battlefield / drank from the ladle by the moon / the blood expanded across the field / like chrysanthemums in bloom / is there really so much to fear when we're all just taking sides? and a promise is a promise / will you finish what you started? / I was born to believe that the change in the leaves could really mean anything, love / I'd cross the mountains and the ocean for ya / just to see you I need that old love / and I'm swimming in the dark (swimming in the dark) / I need that cool love / and I'm frozen from the start (frozen from the start) oh, I strained my eyes to see / but it was dark inside and out / how I long to hear your breath / how I long to hear your sound / I so wish to understand / these pangs of solitude / maybe my soul will bring me peace / will it place me next to you?

may erlewine » days go by

it's the way that you walk in the room your heart is a beacon don't need a reason to love you it's easy to do who knows what time is gonna do all I know is the simple truth I like watching the days go by with you the sunrise found me with you the light hit the window outlined the shadow a picture, the way that you move all of my places now left with a trace of you

sammy rae & the friends » kick it to me

I ain't been singing the blues nearly as much since I been living with you, love me too much and I say - kick it to me, I could make it better for ya kick it to me, I could make you better for it I know we didn’t think that it would turn out you start it off too quick, you’re gonna burn out nowadays we're heading to the same place nowadays we're working at the same pace I'm still here still bright when the night comes still burning, still bright when the night comes I didn’t feel it on the first day but now I got it in the worst way and don’t it feel okay? I get it bad and it gets better every day

rachael & vilray » do friends fall in love?

two friends, two hearts too many nights to count them but tonight was something new and I know you felt it too when we fell into the passion of a kiss oh, say you're mine for all our days to follow as friends we lived before and we'll live evermore together two friends in love

penny & sparrow » don't wanna be without ya

say, what if we reincarnate / and whatever God said, "it's your turn for choosing" / would you rather come back, be born in a circle? / see the oldest garden, the crescent is fertile or would you prefer to see life underwater? / only knowing oceans, have hundreds of daughters / there's a part of hope that is sewn in this theory / give me any species and keep yourself near me make it easy / I don't wanna be without ya / if you start over, can I redo mine too? / anything you become / lemme run beside you held on tight but I fell with you / I could see us being young lovers in a fable / that could be us, it could / over and over, becoming, become

madeleine peyroux » dance me to the end of love

dance me to your beauty with a burning violin dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove dance me to the end of love oh, let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon show me slowly what I only know the limits of dance me to the end of love dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on dance me very tenderly and dance me very long we're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above dance me to the end of love