#they use music to drive the story is bizarre | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

bettathanyou · 1 year ago

Note

hii i just wanted to say i really appreciate how much love you put into all of your writings, its all so heartwarming and detailed, and you capture cedrics character SO well. you have such an in depth understanding of his personality and its commendable. i really admire your dedication and love for this guy and how willing you are to share it with others :]

but ya i have a request, a headcanon list (or story/anything u wanna do) of Cedrics autistic behavior and maybe how he would act with an autistic partner? the idea of there being this mutual understanding of each others needs is really sweet to me. also i personally hc him with adhd alongside autism so it would be neat if that could get mixed in somehow, too :D no problem if not!

ANON. WTF YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY FR?? THAT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME, THANK YOU. I get so scared of MISCHARACTERIZING Cedric, so to hear that I have an in depth understanding of him from you made my entire day, month, YEAR. I hope this headcanon list is good and up to expectations!!

AuDHD Cedric The Sorcerer Headcanons (With Autistic S/O)

Coming from someone with AuDHD with an autistic best friend, I can't stress how much source material I have to speak about this sifkdiieis

FIRST THINGS FIRST. SENSORY ISSUES GALOREEEEE. That man will shrivel and die if he were ever in the modern era and came into direct contact with a microfiber towel.

A secret Headcanon I have (outside of the reasons I listed in my first headcanon list about Cedric!) Is he wears gloves BECAUSE Cedric has sensory/texture issues. His potion ingredients seem incredibly bizarre at times, and I'm sure the textures of them just get overwhelming at times. If you're wondering why the fingertips are exposed, he might need the extra grip to handle delicate objects, etc etc.

His robe is basically a weighted blanket, argue with the wall. He needs to be regulated somehow, and he's still a nervous wreck anyways

We know Cedric's speech is affected by his audhd. Dude has pedantic speech, overly emotive or deadpan, his volume control is non-existent when excited.

Expanding on that, his tendency to mix up words for spells seems a little... Neurospicy, on top of the anxiety

Forgets spells constantly. Not actually forget how to do them, just forgetting they exist cuz adhd

Has CHRONICALLY turned his workshop inside out because the thing Cedric was using just disappeared after he set it down!

(it was in his hand the whole time lol)

HC that outside of, yk, lack of personal space because no one knocks except Sofia, Autism rage whenever you're being interrupted from a task, especially something your fixated on, DRIVES HIM SO INSANE

Lack of patience. Just. Irritable, and same

His only friend (before Sofia) was an animal companion. C'mon y'all.

Music is so important to Cedric! It helps him regulate. He sings, he dances, he appreciates the dragon Acapella! Definitely uses music to stim, as well as dancing. He does it way too much. Audhd people usually are very connected to creative outlets such as music

Speaking of, his flying machine? CEDRIC IS AN INVENTOR. SO MANY INVENTORS ARE/WERE NEURODIVERGENT

Cedric is so genuinely shocked by kindness from Sofia even though she's consistent with it. That can definitely be trauma, but also feels like a lack of emotional permanence

Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria SO BADDDDD Cedric would have a shutdown about it (thanks ADHD)

Prone to more shutdowns than meltdowns. But as we know, shutdowns inevitably lead to meltdowns anyways. I hc that Cedric is definitely seen as "melancholic" because his mood shifts as well as masking (poorly) his mental state after having meltdowns in private

Definitely tugs at his hair, bites himself, hits his head/fists on hard surfaces during meltdowns :((

Cedric's job as royal sorcerer is fun for the knowledge as special interest aspect, but the social parts leaves him in bad burnout, at least before his redemption

Still hates the social aspect of his job though

Potions are his special interest

The amulet of avalor was a hyperfixation, there I said it!

Due to trauma, but also to adhd, I think Cedric has no emotional object permanence. Dude for real acts a little TOO shocked towards Sofias kindness-

There is two types of audhd: sarcasm is the only language they're fluent in, and cannot distinguish sarcasm to save their life. Cedric is the first.

Sofia is the second type LMAO

Where's the same outfit everyday. Like. Cedric would buy the same set of clothes/outfits because too many choices are just overwhelming, and too many textures are Bad

Speaking of textures, again

Picky eater

I've never seen Cedric eat anything except those jellybean looking candies at his parents house

Jellybean/sweets as a safe food

I hc personally that Cedric is familiar with food magic because he conjures his own meals. I can't imagine people would respect his needs/wants enough to be especially accommodating, so he did it himself

Cedric talks to children as equals because of the lack of social hierarchy due to autism

However with the royals his age he is desperately trying to please people for the sake of acceptance (mood)

Okay

Rapid fire s/o headcanons!

Y'all either talk for hours, or parallel play without a word

Doing Nothing Together While Vibing Is Essential

Even though y'all understand each other well, sometimes the weird social rules you force yourself to mask with still stick. So sometimes y'all will have to ask "are you mad or are you unmasked rn"

Same thing with sarcasm. Taking jokes too literally so then you gotta ask for clarification. At this point it just adds to the joke xD

Cuddling/hugs is the best because THE DEEP PRESSUREEEEE

But also don't touch me when I need space pls

Infodumping whenever the chances arise

Seeing cedrics eyes sparkle his smile lines crease when talking about something that excited him feels like the warmest ray of sunshine

Cedric will sometimes get distracted by how much he loves you and loves seeimh you being happy while infodumping and will ask you to repeat things while apologizing profusely

Cedric will buy you little comfort objects you like or give you cool things he finds

Pebbling!!!

Sometimes y'all need to sleep alone for the sake of space, but other nights you gotta be in each other's skin

And both are okay!

Laying in bed doing a separate activity until bedtime is a good compromise when one of you doesn't want to spend the night, but still wants time together

Switching hyperfixations

Adopting each other's vocal stims/speech mannerisms

Suddenly you're saying Merlin's mushrooms UNIRONICALLY

When shutdowns happen, y'all have communication cards! Very helpful for both parties :))

You both doodled in the margins of each other's communication cards

Cedric chronically loses his and you now you're just letting him use yours until they manifest again 😭

Meltdowns, Cedric needs to be alone. He just can't handle ANYONE seeing it, even you

You respect that... And take care of him afterwards with whatever he needs

Whatever way you need support during shutdowns/meltdowns, Cedric accommodates without question

Just

So much love and acceptance and CHOOSING to put in the work in your relationship

Anyways, that's all I got! Feel free to add on! TYSM for the ask!! This was so lovely and self indulgent to write lmaooo

#cedric the sensational #cedricthesorceror #sophia the first #cedric x reader #cedric the sorcerer #sofia the first #autistic cedric #adhd cedric #also audhd #help this is more just audhd character analysis than headcanons

88 notes · View notes

sonkitty · 1 month ago

Text

In one of my more recent posts, I joked about acquiring Crowley Wing Vision as a true reward for playing Earthly Objects.

Further truth be told, far more prevalent in my life is that one of the most bizarre side effects of playing Earthly Objects is an eerily improved Reflection Vision.

As in, I can see reflections in reflective surfaces of earthly objects far more easily than I ever could have before playing the game extensively.

When I drive home while it's daylight out, I don't just see windows on the houses. I see the reflections of the leaves of trees on the windows. When I walk down the stairs, I don't just see the light shaped like a flame on the wall. I see my distorted reflection as she passes in the gold reflective surface that holds the light shaped like a flame. When I use the oven, I can see my reflection in the oven knobs, and they aren't even that reflective or shiny. It's just that it's feasibly done if I look. These things were always there, but I didn't really see them so easily before.

Maybe some other people already have this trait. We all have different levels of observation, but mine was not at this level before.

I've commented plenty of times on the reflections in Good Omens 2.

But never on the one I'm about to share.

Take a look at this GIF:

This GIF is Double Part 1 of The Window Trick, and the second step of a complex window scene. It is when the window sees what the looker is looking at. Crowley is looking at Nina, and her coffee shop is telling us so.

Nina receives the focus, but this shot is actually designed for us to see that the window reflection does not show Crowley or his car, even if we can see someone pass in front of him, and that their reflection is in the window pane.

Here is a look at two specific frames:

Do you see the reflections for the window pane or perhaps want a little assistance in seeing them?

We know that, in context, with the music and everything else happening in the story, Nina must be seeing Crowley because the scene would lose so much meaning if she wasn't seeing him, and he wasn't seeing her.

He's visible to Nina, but he is invisible to the window he is tricking for this Threshold Trick, I'm guessing.

Not only that, there are legs visible.

The show gave darkened clothing to one of the customers as he is moving so that if you look at these reflections, you see legs and shoes. In motion, there is also a car moving in the street, and that car is definitely not the Bentley. The shoes have shoelaces so you know that these legs, even if slender and in black pants, are not Crowley, or at least his live version performing the Threshold Trick. We were denied seeing his snakeskin boots fully due to how he positioned himself, and there is my silly shoe locker theory for The Door Trick that happened shortly before this moment. They don't seem to quite match his legs in my opinion.

But whose legs are they? Who has legs this slender with pants like these and these shoes with these shoelaces?

I don't have an answer to that. I just admit, I keep looking around at everyone's legs and shoes now as I try to find out. There are actually a lot of people who I can be reasonably sure do not have these legs with these shoes.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens s2 #crowley #david tennant #good omens season 2 #good omens meta

9 notes · View notes

collapsedglasshouses · 1 year ago

Text

An Angel for Noah || Noah Sebastian x OC [Part 4]

DIVIDER ART WORK BY @cafekitsune

MASTERLIST

PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x Jules [she/her]

SUMMARY: When Noah started to notice how things changed around him, he thought he might turn insane.

WARNINGS: angst, psychological tension, paranoia, mentions of mental health problems and mysterious occurrences, ...

A/N: Hi! So, here is the next chapter... I feel like this story is becoming really dear to me and I am so excited how you all will react to my ideas for this. If you enjoyed this chapter, please don't hesitate to reblog or comment! I love seeing your reactions!

TAGLIST: @trvshdxddy @blackveilomens @crimson-calligraphyx @measuredingold @cncohshit @signs-of-ill-portent

If you wanna be added to the taglist of this story, please DM me or let me know in the comments!

Keep in mind, this takes place in an alternative universe. Even though I write about real people, the way I write them has nothing to do with how they are in real life.

When Noah woke up the next morning, he felt strange. Everything felt unreal to him. He couldn't stop thinking about how everything had changed over the last four weeks. But something had changed, and he couldn't quite wrap his head around what it was.

He realized there were too many coincidences for him to ignore, and it was driving him insane.

It all started when he would randomly catch the scent of a perfume he didn't recognize. It wasn't the usual cologne his bandmates used. Instead, it carried a flowery fragrance that was both unfamiliar and oddly comforting. At first, he dismissed it as a strange quirk of his senses, chalking it up to fatigue from their hectic schedule on the road.

He even mustered the courage to ask the other band members if they had changed their perfumes or scents, but they all looked at him like he was crazy. They had no idea what he was talking about, and his concerns were met with bewildered shrugs.

After a while, he convinced himself that something was wrong with his nose, and he tried to ignore the mysterious scent. But then, the next strange occurrence began to unfold.

As their tour approached and they began working on their new album, Noah would lock himself in the small recording studio for hours, attempting to channel his creative energies into lyrics and melodies. It was during these solitary sessions that he began to experience something truly bizarre.

Random, brilliant ideas would come to him, seemingly out of nowhere. They were not like anything he had ever composed before, and they felt as if they were whispered directly into his ear. Noah couldn't explain it, but it felt as if someone or something was guiding his creative process.

At first, he dismissed it as a surge of inspiration, but it happened too frequently and felt too surreal to be a mere coincidence. It was as though he had tapped into a wellspring of creativity beyond his own understanding.

One day, he confided in Jolly, one of his closest friends, about these peculiar occurrences. Jolly, with a furrowed brow, listened to the new songs Noah had composed and admitted that they sounded markedly different from Noah's usual style. It was as if Noah's music had been influenced by an external force.

But that wasn't the end of it.

Noah's paranoia about the strange smells and inexplicable creativity began to seep into his daily life. He started to see things—shadows moving out of the corner of his eye, fleeting glimpses of figures that vanished as soon as he turned to look at them.

There were just so many things that were slowly driving him insane. He became increasingly jumpy, always feeling like someone was watching over him. It wasn't unpleasant; in fact, it brought an odd sense of calmness he couldn't describe. But it was still nerve-wracking, a constant reminder that something was amiss.

Slowly but surely, Noah was convinced he was losing his mind. The tipping point that solidified this belief occurred during the car ride. Noah had dozed off in the driver’s seat when he was abruptly awakened by a sharp pain on his cheek. Nick, who he had apologized to last night after a stupid argument, suggested it might have been a surge of adrenaline, but Noah knew the sensation was more than that. It felt like a physical slap, even though there was no one else in the car.

Terrified, he had turned and drove home, unable to shake the feeling that something unseen was with him in that vehicle. And as if to confirm his growing unease, he later felt a soft touch on his cheek just as he was about to drift off to sleep—a gentle, reassuring stroke that sent shivers down his spine.

Noah couldn't blame all of these unsettling experiences on a lack of sleep or stress anymore. There was something inexplicable happening, and it was consuming his thoughts and sanity.

He let out a frustrated sigh, rolling over in bed, and reached for his phone. The display illuminated with the time: 3:46 PM. He had almost slept the entire day away, but the exhaustion that plagued him was far from gone.

Yawning, he dragged himself out of bed and made his way downstairs to the kitchen. There, he found Nick sitting at the counter, engrossed in his phone.

"Do you feel better?" Nick asked, concern etched across his face.

Noah opened the fridge, hunting for something edible, and replied nonchalantly, "Why shouldn’t I feel good?"

Nick persisted, his concern growing, "You weren’t feeling so well yesterday, after the sleeping-in thing…"

Noah grabbed a small yogurt, closed the fridge, and turned to face his friend. "Talk to me, Davis," Nick said, his voice taking on a warning tone.

"I'm fine," Noah replied, a sense of frustration welling up within him. He quickly retreated, making his way back upstairs to his room, sighing in relief when he closed the door behind him.

The exhaustion that gripped him was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It wasn't just physical; it was as if his mind was weighed down by the inexplicable events that had taken over his life.

Noah lay back down on his bed, absentmindedly eating his yogurt before starting to game a bit, and contemplated the strange turn his life had taken. He had planned to work on editing a song that day, but all he wanted now was to silence the chaotic thoughts racing through his mind. The world around him felt surreal, like a waking dream he couldn't escape.

As he stared at the ceiling, he whispered to himself, "This can't be real." In a final act of surrender, he turned off his game console and closed his eyes, hoping that sleep would wash over him, even though he knew it would provide no escape from the enigma that had consumed him.

When Noah opened his eyes again, he jumped at his surroundings. He found himself standing in a small suburban garden, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. About four meters in front of him, there was an old wooden bench, its weathered appearance suggesting it had seen countless moments of contemplation.

As he surveyed the garden, a sense of peace washed over him. There was a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees, and the distant hum of crickets provided a soothing backdrop. But what truly captivated his attention was the figure sitting on the bench.

There, on the bench, was a girl, her silhouette illuminated by the faint starlight. She seemed lost in her own world, gazing up at the stars with a serene expression. Her presence felt like a dream, yet it was all too real to Noah.

His curiosity piqued, Noah decided to approach quietly, his footsteps muffled by the soft grass beneath his feet. However, as he drew closer, a feeling of confusion began to creep over him. He couldn't explain it, but there was something incredibly familiar about this girl.

The mom of the girl suddenly emerged from the nearby house, her footsteps barely audible as she gracefully made her way to the bench. She carried an aura of maternal warmth that was noticeable even from a distance.

"What are you thinking about, Julie?" the mother asked, her voice filled with affection and concern.

Noah's heart skipped a beat at the mention of the girl's name. Julie.

Noah, hidden behind a tree, couldn't tear his gaze away. He strangely wanted to know more about Julie, as if he had known her for a lifetime.

"Nothing," Julie replied, her voice soft and contemplative.

"Jules," the mom said with a gentle smile.

"Mom, it’s okay. I’m just a bit anxious," Jules admitted, her eyes still fixed on the stars above.

"Why?" her mom inquired, her voice laced with maternal concern.

"My life is going to change so drastically from now on," Jules explained, a hint of vulnerability in her words.

"That’s okay, that happens," her mom reassured her, placing a comforting hand on Jules' shoulder.

"I'm scared I’m not good enough," Jules confessed, her voice quivering with doubt.

"Jules… my love… you will be great. It’s always been your dream to go to Juilliard," her mom said, her words filled with unwavering support and love.

Noah's heart ached when he witnessed the tender exchange between mother and daughter. It was a moment that brought back vivid memories of his own family—his parents who had passed away when he was younger.

As he stood there, hidden from view, Noah felt an inexplicable connection to Jules. He wanted to get to know her better, to understand the significance of this dream-like encounter. It was as though fate had brought him to this moment for a reason.

Unable to resist his curiosity any longer, Noah took a tentative step forward. But as he did, leaves crunched under his feet, producing a sound that pierced the quiet night.

Suddenly, the scene around him seemed to blur and waver, like a mirage dissipating in the desert. Within the blink of an eye, the garden, the bench, and the two figures vanished.

He was awake again, back in his own reality, but the memory of the girl named Jules and the emotions that had welled up inside him remained vivid.

"Jules," he whispered to the empty room, his mind filled with questions, a longing to understand the connection he felt, and a burning desire to unravel the mystery of the girl from his dreams.

PART FIVE

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens fic #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens rpf #collapsedglasshouseswrites

57 notes · View notes

cha0ticspacebi · 7 months ago

Text

You and Eddie sing Electric Touch by Taylor Swift (Feat. Fall Out Boy) together like it's the opening of High School Musical.

Pairing: Modern Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.3 k

Author's Note: Shows up after a year with Starbucks and a dumb fic that wouldn't leave my brain. This song fic was born in my car driving one day listing to Taylor Swift. I've never written a song fic like this before and I took it incredibly literally using a few of the lyrics as you and Eddie sing karaoke. It's a cheesy, goofy, story with no warnings or anything but my blog is still 21+ so MDNI!

The Fourth of July was just an excuse to party in your opinion. Not that you didn’t take that opportunity year after year. Sometimes laying out by the lake losing track of the hours, forgetting everything around you except the way the water washes over the shoreline. Sometimes going to parties like your high school days, drinking some bizarre concoction of who knows what until you pass out. This year’s something was supposed to be going to the party at The Hideout with what’s his name that you’d been on a few dates with.

That is until you accidentally interrupted his date with that pretty blonde florist.

Now your plan was to just drink your sorrows away at home. Not to him specifically, he wasn’t worth the liver damage. More so to the barren wasteland that is your love life. One failed date attempt after another. Every story ended before it could even truly begin. Every something became a nothing so quickly that the idea of trying again just seemed too daunting. At the end of the day though you were happy, so what did it really matter?

Chrissy’s bright eyes flashed across your phone screen as you reached over to see who was interrupting your self loathing. She’d been a close friend to you since the day you moved to the small town of Hawkins, so close that you already knew what she’s going to say when you answered.

“Hi Chrissy,” you tried to hide the depression from your voice, “What’s up?”

“You know what’s up missy! Where are you? I thought you were coming tonight?” you could hear the sounds of many voices in the background and music playing.

“Eh- I’m not really feeling too good, think I’m just gonna stay in.”

She paused for a second, “If you’re actually sick I’ll leave you alone but I think you and I both know that’s just an excuse.”

You sighed into the speaker with a hint of a defeated chuckle, “Alright fine you win. I’ll be there in an hour.”

It’s true what they say. Getting cleaned and dressed, putting makeup on and actually paying attention to your outfit really does wonders for your mental health. As you survey your appearance you can’t help but smile and wonder what adventures the night has in store for you.

The Hideout is packed when you arrive. You’ve driven past this place a dozen or so times but never actually been inside. Chrissy’s car was in the parking lot so you walked in and immediately started trying to find her. Which was certainly easier said than done.

People were everywhere. Every corner of the bar brimming with bodies. Some dancing, some drinking, everyone seemed to be waiting for something with an excited buzz. Crossing the room by squeezing your way through the small spaces between groups, you caught a glimpse of an empty stage. There were two microphone stands and a large screen set up in the corner facing inwards.

You looked away when you heard your name being called and saw Chrissy headed towards you holding the hand of a pretty girl, “Hey! I was starting to think you bailed again. Let’s get you a drink! This is Robin by the way.”

Giving a little wave you introduce yourself and settle in pretty quickly. Getting your first drink and managing to snag a high top table just as another group is leaving.

This is nice, you're really grateful that the girls are carrying the conversation and never once does it turn to your recent dating failure. As much as you hate to admit it, this is exactly what you needed. Chrissy is rambling on between sips of her drink so you let your eyes wander around the bar, people watching and seeing if any additions had been added to the stage. Is a band playing? Your pondering came to a screeching halt when you accidentally made eye contact with a stranger.

He was sitting opposite your table with a big group and you had to look at precisely the right angle between the heads and shoulders to see him but it was well worth it. His long brown curls hung perfectly against his shoulders and even in this dim bar lighting you could see the shimmer in his eyes. He looked back at his friend almost as quickly as you did. But all of a sudden your cheeks felt warm and your heart started beating just a little quicker.

“Last call for sign ups, sign up over with Stacy at the bar!” a voice came over the microphone from the stage.

“Sign ups for what?” you asked the girls.

“Karaoke,” Robin answered, “Chrissy and I already signed up for a duet.” She smiled and judged your expression with an inquisitive tilted brow, “You gonna sign up?”

“Ha,” the scoff came out a little louder than you intended, “I’ll pass.” But your face says otherwise. In truth you weren’t against the idea but you didn’t like the idea of getting up there by yourself, maybe if you had a partner.

You were so lost in your own musings that you didn’t realize your stare had wandered back to those dreamy brown eyes. So distracted in fact that you were blind to the mischievous smile that appeared on Chrissy’s lips. You barely heard her when she said something and got up from the table.

“Where’d Chrissy go?” you finally came back to reality.

Robin’s glass set gently back down on the table as she finished a sip, “She went to change the song that she wants to sing with me.” With a nod you forgot all about the boy with the brown eyes.

You were on your second drink by the time karaoke began. The three of you sat listening and singing along if you knew the words. There was a good mix of songs. Of course the classic choices appeared and you sang a little too hard when The Backstreet Boys played. With every song you were a little more disappointed that you let your fears stop you from signing up…oh well maybe next time.

“Ok folks next up we have Chrissy and Robin!” You cheered so loud as your friends made their way up to the stage. Admiring them as they flawlessly sang a long forgotten song from the 80s together. By the end, Robin’s hand was holding Chrissy’s so firmly your suspicions that the two had been dancing around feelings all evening was confirmed. They sang their hearts out and got a huge applause after.

A slight sheen of sweat covered each of their foreheads as they made their way back to the table. Praises for their performance made you miss the next group entirely.

Only a few more names were called after that until finally the announcer said that the next duo were the final performers of the night and that immediately following, there would be fireworks outside.

“I had a really good time tonight,” you went to grab your purse, “I think I’m gonna head out before the crowd.”

“No! You can’t, you’re–” Chrissy’s protests and your exit attempt were both cut off by the man’s voice calling your name through the mic, “And Eddie. If you’re both still here, come on up!”

Your eyes popped and you felt stuck. Blinking a few times to shoo away the initial shock you looked at Chrissy with a knowing expression. Rolling your eyes with a shake of the head you resigned yourself to your fate and headed up to the stage.

Nerves bubbled as you did. You didn’t even hear the name of the person you’d be singing with, let alone know what song Chrissy could’ve possibly signed you up for. The hairs on your neck bristled with excitement as you stepped up on stage and found yourself face to face with the brown eyed boy. Who was looking just as surprised and shocked as you were. Does he think I signed us up? I don’t even know his name! Does Chrissy even know him? Fuck why’d it have to be him?!

Anticipation seemed to hang there in the air as you felt totally unsure of what melody was about to play. The two of you just stood there in front of your respective microphones looking nervous and incredibly awkward. The moment went on for an eternity! Whoever is in charge of the sound back there needs to get their shit together. Just when you were about to say fuck it and hop off the stage, run outside and never be seen by polite society ever again– the song started.

Your eyes bee lined for Chrissy’s in the audience. Giving her an annoyed but grateful look. At least she picked something you know all the words to but she knew exactly what she was doing when she picked this particular song.

The instrumental opening helped bridge the gap. You felt your shoulders float down. Breathing became easier. Your heartbeat slowed to a reasonable pace as your hands reached for the mic. Looking down at your feet you realize the toe of his Doc Marten is tapping along. One more deep breath. The first words were exactly what you needed. You can do this.

“Just breathe, just relax, it’ll be ok,” the words fell surprisingly smooth from your throat and at the end of that first line you dared a glance to your right. His eyes were wide and captivated by you. From that first moment when you’d caught his stare, you felt a spark. That spark ignited again. Your fingers felt tingly as they held the microphone stand. The tempo picked up and you felt the last of your nerves vanish as your body moved along with the familiar song. The words ringing just a little too true, “Still I’m hoping that the fire won’t burn me! Just one time, just one time.”

Your voice rises to heights you weren’t even aware of as the chorus starts and you get closer and closer to his part. Your hips turn. Facing him a little more and more with every word. Not wanting to miss a second of seeing him once he gets his moment in the spotlight. Your eyes are on him permanently now and with that first, “In the heat of your electric touch,” you forgot all about why you didn’t want to come out tonight.

His gaze is right back at you. You don’t need the monitor displaying the lyrics but you’d assumed he would and he nearly misses his cue. As blue words start flitting across the screen and he stays quiet. You stifle a laugh pointing eagerly at the monitor trying to help him. Mouthing the words to help him get back on track. It works and he shakes his head trying to look at both you and the monitor at the same time.

“I’ve been left in the rain lost and pining,” His voice is deep. It’s warm. He’s good, you think, listening to him. He fumbles a little but it’s cute. He’s obviously never heard the song before but it’s easy to tell that this isn’t his first time on stage. You drink in his appearance beyond those eyes and shamelessly stare at the tattoos littering his exposed biceps. The way his sleeveless vest and cut off t-shirt align right at the cap of his shoulder. A few chains decorate his belt and his jeans are more than well loved judging from the rips and tears.

He finds a rhythm and his voice recaptures your attention. I wonder if this is how he felt watching me. Does he feel the spark too? His smile lifts around each word and dances across his face as the energy of the song fills him. Singing the words as they appear with such conviction that there’s no way he doesn't believe them in his heart. He’s– he starts waving and pointing at the screen where red words had started appearing again signaling that you should stop staring and start singing again!

“Just one time!” your voices mingle and connect as you sing the shared lines. The two you might as well be in your own world. His eyes and the words floating between you become the only things in the room; the audience completely forgotten. Chrissy and Robin’s cheers unheard. Only his gentle steps closing the gap between you, stepping closer. Suddenly reaching out and grabbing your hand. His skin against yours igniting that spark again as you return the touch. Holding his hand like you’ve known him your whole life. The passion in your combined voices continues to build as the song reaches a peak.

It could just be that energy, it could just be the glint of desire staring back at you but you never want this moment to end. To live in the space between what could be and what could’ve been. If you never leave this stage he’d never get a chance to break your heart. But if you don’t you’ll never know if he even would. The final words leave his throat but he stops. His mouth agape staring at you as you hold that long note. The unmistakable look of interest in those eyes.

He seems worth the risk.

The song fades and his hand squeezes a little before dropping yours and putting the mic back in the stand. Only then do you hear the applause.

You turn to see all the people in the bar clapping and cheering. Your cheeks warm up again from suddenly realizing that everyone’s been watching you this entire time. Something takes your hand again and lifts it up. He grabbed your hand and raised it in his. Pumped with his performance as he waves at the people he’d been sitting with earlier. He brings your arm back down, leading you into a deep bow. Repeating that action once more before letting go.

With the music gone, you watch your chance hop off the edge of the stage, “Hey! You were,” you try to get your nerve as you hurry down and stand before him, “You were really good. I was so surprised when they called us that I didn’t catch your name.”

He chuckles a little, “I’ll tell you on one condition.”

Butterflies flutter in your stomach, “And what’s that?”

“Come watch the fireworks with me.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #Spotify

12 notes · View notes

frangipanilove · 1 year ago

Text

Got some grit in the gearbox, Daryl?

Kudos to Sylvie for cutting through the crap and getting straight to the important stuff:

Back in TWD 6x14 Twice As Far, we were all baffled to learn that Daryl, our favorite southern redneck, for some inexplicable reason didn’t know how to drive a manual car. Yeah. Super weird.

In fact, it was so utterly incomprehensible, that the only possible logic behind including that bizarre scene in the episode would be for symbolism purposes.

Because in fact, in TWDDD 1x6 Coming Home, Daryl's response to Sylvie’s question “have you ever been in love”….

...was to change gears. Very demonstratively.

So clearly the man knows how to do it. Why did tptb so badly need us to know that Daryl didn’t know how to drive a manual car back in 6x14 Twice As Far?

This was Denise’s death episode, and she spent a considerable amount of her last minutes on the show explaining to Daryl how to change gears. It all seemed a bit odd. Why?

I’ve answered that question already. They did it for symbolism reasons.

When Denise joined the show in season six, TD immediately recognized her as a Beth proxy. She was also ultimately killed off by taking an arrow through the eye (Sirius symbolism). Daryl was very distraught from her death.

It’s not for nothing that she, the Beth proxy, was the one who (for symbolism reasons) had to teach Daryl Dixon how to change gears properly. Because not only would Daryl on a normal day obviously be perfectly able to drive stick (he literally built a motorcycle from spare parts! Come on! The man clearly knows his way around gears), he was also the one who fixed the music box back in 5x11 Them (yes the one that totally symbolizes Beth).

His diagnosis? Grit in the gearbox.

(I wish I could remember who first made me aware of the link between Daryl’s inability to properly change gears and the grit in the gearbox. It was likely @wdway or @angelthefirst1, as they’re both experts on catching parallels like these)

I want to take some time here to remind everyone about the meaning of the numbers 11, or “one one”. I’ve written extensively about it, both in the past and more recently. 5x11 “Them” was the eleventh episode of season 5. Remember this post about the connection between the words “record” and “heart”? A music box is part of the “recording studio” symbolism. A record player is a music box, illustrated below by the record player Daryl got for Judith in season 11, a record player in a box, a literal music box. The music box from “Them” is part of the “one one recording studio” symbolism I’ve talked about so much recently.

And the music box that symbolized Beth had “some grit in the gearbox” according to Daryl.

Let’s move on to the clock for a minute. After escaping from Madame Genet’s Maison Mere, they find a police car (Police = blue). Before they start driving, Laurent gives Daryl the clock, and Daryl attaches it to the rear view mirror. Remember there are strong navigational themes around the clock.

Remember Morgan’s rabbit’s foot from 5x8 Coda? It was literally one of the first things we saw on the show after Beth had "died".

We later learned in a flashback (in 6x4 Here’s Not Here) that it originally belonged to Eastman, who in turn had gotten it from his daughter. He told the story of how it gave him hope and a will to survive, it was truly a good luck charm.

We also saw in in 5x16 Conquer, hanging from the rear view mirror of a car, much like we saw Laurent's clock hanging from the rear view mirror in 1x6 “Coming Home”.

I talked about the symbolism around the rabbit's foot and rear view mirrors in my Sirius/North Star master post. Back then I interpreted it as something that was about "looking back", like "back in time", plus the obvious "back" = "coming back" = "return". In fact, we also saw a walker that appeared to have her head twisted around so that she was facing backwards, something which in my opinion further indicated a theme of "looking back". Again, this was directly after Beth had "died", and symbolically speaking, looking back would mean looking back at Beth's "death". Like, "Reverse! Everything is not quite what it seems".

The link between Sylvie's question about Daryl's love life, the clock and the music box from 5x11 Them is the grit in the gearbox. The gears. Immediately after Sylvie has asked her question, and Daryl has successfully changed gears, the car starts malfunctioning. Could it be grit in the gearbox perhaps?

The music box had grit in the gearbox, but he fixed it...

#bethyl #daryl dixon #beth greene #team delusional #team defiance #beth x daryl #the walking dead #twd #twddd #grit in the gearbox #music box

32 notes · View notes

ealvara7 · 11 months ago

Text

Beetlejuice the Musical Cartoon - Episode Concepts! ✨️

I keep coming back to the idea of Beetlejuice having a musical cartoon, because I genuinely believe it has all of the elements needed to create a fantastic series! The question I keep asking myself, however, is what kinds of episodes would I like to see in it?

I decided to jot down a couple of ideas that came to mind. Some of these are modern takes of episodes from the original cartoon, because I like to imagine how the musical cast would approach some of these scenarios!

Each episode will have a title with a brief synopsis. There is no specific order, however I will be prioritizing those which I actually made detailed posts for at the top (links will be in the title).

All of these episodes take place after the events of the musical, and under the assumption that Beetlejuice has begun trying to make amends with the Maitland-Deetzes (those are their own separate stories entirely)!

Lydia’s School Project

For the past couple of months, Lydia has been working on a modification project for her camera. Specifically, she has been trying to create a filter lens that can make ghosts visible when taking pictures. However, she hasn't been able to make much progress, due school taking up the majority of her responsibilities... that is, until she sees the opportunity to work on it for her school's end of year fare. Her project almost appears to hit a dead end, until Beetlejuice chimes in.

Strange and Unusual

Lydia and Beetlejuice find a strange looking object on the floor. Lydia decides to investigate it further, believing that there's a lot more to this object than they realize. Beetlejuice, however, believes that Lydia is only wasting her time. Regardless, the two of them work together to uncover the object's mysteries.

Back to School

After a bizarre summer, Lydia is finally enrolled into a private high school in Connecticut. Like every high school, it comes with its ups and downs, but Lydia decides to make the most of it.

Sentimentality

Lydia loses the polaroids on her wall after Beetlejuice recklessly enters her room, creating a large gust of wind that sends the photos out her window in the process. Livid, Lydia kicks Beetlejuice out of her room, causing the demon to go bitter. Eventually, he goes on a quest to find Lydia's missing polaroids and finds that they are one of a few memories she has left of her mother.

This is Halloween

Based on Laugh of the Party and Bizarre Bazaar. Lydia decides to throw a Halloween party that could outrival Claire's. The family helps by pitching in some surprisingly good ideas. Beetlejuice, on the other hand... isn't exactly pleased with the direction the party's going in, and decides to give the it a bit more "scare factor".

Life In The Fast Lane

Based on Dragster of Doom and Driven Crazy. Lydia is nervously excited to take her driver's test in the next couple of weeks. Beetlejuice offers to let Lydia borrow his car and practice her driving in the Netherworld. From there, he slowly begins to encourage Lydia to just let loose and drive, which... came with mixed results. Meanwhile, a super fast roller-skating demon begins to terrorize the Underworld, claiming the land as her territory. Lydia, using all the knowledge that she has in driving, challenges the demon to a race, in hopes of kicking her out of the Underworld.

#rambles #beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #lydia deetz #story concepts #i really enjoy writing from lydia's perspective 🕷#also i will be updating this post periodically! just as a heads up-

19 notes · View notes

notafraidofredyellowandblue · 1 year ago

Text

OOR 2002 - Nr 10 - Rammstein interview

Rammstein

Last December they played three sold-out converts in Amsterdam's HMH, this year they are one of the closing acts at Pinkpop. In June they will play again in the Netherlands, at the Gelredome in Arnhem, which will undoubtedly also be sold out. Rammstein is no longer a band just for sensation-seeking metal fans. The key to their success? The Germans are masters of calculated provocation. Although they will never admit it themselves.

by Danny Koks

In their own country, their records consistently number one on the album charts, they have played in Australia and Japan, and slowly but surely they have reached the U.S. conquered. There people have fallen en masse for Till Lindemann's captured lyrics, distasteful rolling 'r' and the Teutonic thundering cadence that drives the group. The band from the former GDR has now sold two million CDs there, their songs are played on the radio (unique, since not a single American understands German) and they were nominated for a Grammy. An honor that no German act has received since Milli Vanilli (!). The story of guitarist Richard Bernstein, bassist Olli Riedel, drummer Christoph Schneider, guitarist Paul Landers, singer Till Lindemann and keyboardist Flake Lorenz, all from East Berlin, has to be the most bizarre success story of the last fifteen years. be pop music. Perhaps that period is too short. Perhaps Rammstein's glittering international career is just as bizarre as the story of a dimwit from Flanders who, as Eddy Wally 1), scored a killer hit with Cherie as far away as Russia and China. Perhaps even more bizarre.

"The secret of our success is that we have always stayed true to our style. We have refined it here and there over the years, but our music has always remained typical Rammstein, and I think the audience would like to keep it that way. " That is the measured answer from drummer Christoph Schneider, who sits together with Flake Lorenz at the Rammstein management office in eastern Berlin. There is a reason why their answers during the interview are so short and concise. The band members do not like to give us a glimpse into the kitchen of Rammstein and the language barrier therefore serves as an excellent line of defense (they only do interviews in German).

Of course, the success of this band does not lie in the fact that they have remained true to their style. Thousands of bands all over the world remain true to their style and do not go further than the youth club of the neighboring village. Rammstein is so popular because it is a total concept, similar to the Gesamtkunstwerk as envisioned by German composer Richard Wagner. A multimedia total experience that feeds our subconscious fear and hatred for everything German and at the same time holds up a mirror to show us how ridiculous those gut feelings actually are. Who takes all the cliché images (Blut und Boden) that we have about Germans as true and at the same time makes fun of them in a grotesque way. Rammstein plays that game with a velvet technique and at all levels: music (punishment and martial), lyrics (dark and commanding), artwork (cold and distant) and live show (grand and imposing). The Gründlichkeit with which the six Ossies approach this results in a parody of Germans that can only be described in one way: typically German. Thought out from A to Z, Herr Schneider? Of course not: "Rammstein simply makes loud music. We play what we can play and it sounds the way it sounds."

During the day they all had jobs, after all, 'unemployed' did not exist in the dictionary of the German Democratic Republic. Olli was a plasterer, Christoph installed telephones, Paul was a heating engineer, Till woven baskets and Flake made tools. Just as Father State directed all facets of daily life (a well-known expression in Die Ost was 'every second is one of them', referring to the fact that your neighbor could be an informant for the feared secret service), it also had a strong involvement in the existence of amateur musicians. Since living expenses were cheap, they had it relatively easy: one or two performances at the weekend were enough to finance your hobby. Everyone knew everyone, the music circuit was small and well-organized. Oliver Riedel played in the folk band The Inchtabokatables, while Paul Landers and Flake Lorenz scored a premiere with their punk band Feeling B by being the first East German punk band to release an album. Richard Bernstein had a crossover band. In that capacity, the regime left them relatively alone, although they had to be careful not to come across as subversive and anti-totalitarian in their lyrics. When the Wall falls in 1989, the six's first encounter with the free West takes place in the form of West Germany superstar David Hasselhoff (Knight Rider, Baywatch), who stands on the ruins of the tightly drawn concrete border between East and West sing his hit Looking For Freedom. They have no idea who he is. Four years later, Christoph, Olli, Till and Richard decide to turn their backs on their old, moribund bands and start a new one.

"German bands always try to imitate their American and English colleagues," says Christoph Schneider. "We did that in the early days, by mixing hip-hop with hard guitars. You know, what every band on this planet does. That was mainly Richard's idea, we tried to build on his style. But hip-hop, that just had nothing to do with us. We didn't feel anything about it at all." Yet it is the same Richard Bernstein who said about those early days in the Berliner Morgenpost: "I had the opportunity to go to California and experience the bands we imitated up close. Only then did I realize that culture and climate determine what kind of music people make. I returned to Germany and started writing music that is characteristically German." According to Schneider, that picture requires some nuance. "Richard is the most stubborn of the bunch, we always have the most difficulty convincing him of our ideas, especially in the early days. If he had the sole say, the band would sound much softer and poppier. Only when Paul and Flake joined, our current, martial style was born. They had a punk past. That mentality appealed to us much more, as Germans we could at least get along with punk. Richard wants to take credit for the way we make music, but the fact that we sound so German is above all Paul's merit. In the other bands he played in, he also had highly developed ideas about how a band can distinguish itself. He always thinks a lot about that and is in that sense the theorist behind Rammstein. We owe it to him that we were able to muster the courage to take the risks we did then."

The band name was quickly chosen. A year before the fall of the Wall, on August 29, 1988 2), a terrible accident occurs during an air show at the Ramstein military air base, in which a stunt plane crashes into the audience while burning, resulting in seventy deaths. The enormous force of the explosion scorches people in front of the camera. Rammstein, that is. The name is a prime example of the sharpest tool with which the band has become so successful; Rammstein understands the art of calculated provocation like no other. Till Lindemann goes one step further by singing the song Rammstein wrapped in a burning coat. The lyrics ('Ein Mensch brennt/Fleischgeruch lieft in der Luft/ein Kind stirbt/die Sonne scheint') could still be seen as a factual summary of the images of the air disaster, but that coat suddenly puts the song in a completely different, lugubrious and sinister, daylight. Rammstein behaves like an elephant in a china shop, but does so as subtly as a butterfly!

That song in question comes from the debut Herzeleid, which was released in 1997. Artwork (see 'controversies'), lyrics, music and appearance of the band members immediately sparked a heated discussion in Germany about the band's image, which distrusters quickly labeled as 'fascist'. Drummer Christoph Schneider defended Rammstein's creative and musical choices at the time, saying that "we are indeed muscular, have short hair and sing in German, with a rolling 'r' (with which Lindemann, according to some German newspapers, imitates Hitler's way of speaking during speeches). But that does not mean that we are fascists." Later he said in OOR about this smear: "Germans of course struggle with that eternal feeling of guilt. They want to be everything, but please not German. It is very difficult to talk about that without immediately being called a Nazi. Who says: 'I am German', he is a Nazi." The Nazi ghost is persistent, because even during the release of their latest album, Mutter, a student of German literature claimed that the record title is a clear reference to the mother country Germany. Quatsch, says Schneider. "We play with the image people have of Germans. Rammstein comes across as a militaristic band that barks its orders at the audience. We embody how the rest of the world imagines Germany. That image is made up of clichés, many of which are directly related to the war. Yet I see it more like this: we embody everything that has made Germany famous, good and bad."

It may have been the naivety associated with growing up in the isolated GDR that prevented the band from properly sensing how sensitive the Nazi past still is. Yet even after that debut and the wave of criticism that album provoked, Rammstein likes to flirt with his 'right-wing' image, although they continue to claim that they do not do this consciously. Flake: "You can also turn a Britney Spears lyric into a Nazi lyric. Ooops I Did It Again, Hitler...do you see the connection?"

Nevertheless, they use images of Leni Riefenstahl for a video clip (see 'controversies'). And some of Lindemann's choruses show that the Germans can also express their calculated provocation in a more subtle way. Those of Heirate Mich ('Heirate Mich! Hei! Hei! Hei!'), Du Hast ('Du! Du hast! Du hast mich!') and Rein Raus ('Rein? Raus!') do show demagogic traits that are reminiscent of bad times. And when they feel it necessary to convince us of their political color, which they do on Mutter in the song Links 2 3 4, they do so to the sounds of a military march. It is typical of Rammstein to say that their heart beats on the left while the music conjures up images of endless rows of shiny, polished soldiers' boots marching in mechanical step across Unter Den Linden.

The great thing is that the band gets away with flirting with everything that is labeled as rightwing and wrong, and that it can leave people in the dark undisturbed as to whether the six Germans are all serious or not. Rammstein makes grateful use of Till Lindemann's texts. Not one of them (except for the aforementioned Links 2, 3, 4) has a political connotation, with which the singer defuses the situation. On the other hand, they are a perfect vehicle for the band to practice their favorite activity: calculated provocation. The surly, possibly or not genuinely tormented singer emerges in his lyrics as a lugubrious man who, especially on the first two CDs Herzeleid and the 1999 released Sehnsucht, hunts for sexual satisfaction like a predator. On two conditions: it has to be his way and he will not tolerate any objection. In Herzeleid's Weisses Fleisch he tries to find satisfaction in S.M.: 'Du auf dem Schulhof/ich zum Töten bereit/Und keiner hier weiss/von meiner Einsamkeit/Rote Striemen auf weisser Haut/ich tu dir weh/und du pity laut.' Pay particular attention to how one simple word ('Schulhof') gives the song a charge that makes you feel extremely uncomfortable. In Heirate Mich (from the same album) he does this again, by introducing the listener to the world of necrophilia. 'Mit meinen Händen grab ich tief/zu finden was ich so vermisst/ich nehm dich zärtlich in den Arm/doch deine Haut reisst wie Papier/Und Teile fallen von dir ab.' On Sehnsucht he once again explains in detail that he is purely interested in his own satisfaction ('Bück dich befehl ich dir/wende dein Antlitz ab von mir/dein Gesicht ist mir egal'). On the same album he also delves into incest, such as in the song Tier, in which a father sexually assaults his daughter: 'Was macht ein Mann/der zwischen Mensch und Tier niet unterscheiden kann/Er wird zu seiner Tochter gehen/sie ist schön und jung an Jahren/Und dann wird er wie ein Hund/mit eigen Fleisch und Blut sich paaren'. From Speil Mit Mir the following stanza: 'Wir teilen Zimmer und das Bett/Brüderlein komm und sei so nett/Brüderlein komm fass mich an/rutsch ganz ganz dense an mich heran.' Mutter deviates from his predecessors in that Lindemann seems to have moved on from his sexual perversions, except for the song Rein Raus: 'Tiefer tiefer/sag es sag es laut/tiefer tiefer/ich fühl mich wohl in deiner Haut.' The provocation is now found through other channels, such as in the song Ich Will, which, given the earlier accusations of fascist tendencies, has a strikingly popular character: 'Wir wollen dass ihr uns vertraut/wir wollen dass irh uns alles glaubt/Wir wollen eure Hand sehen/wir wollen in Beifall untergehen.' Of course, shivers run down your body when Lindemann cuts Snow White into a morbid fairy tale (Mein Herz Brennt): 'Nun liebe Kinder gebt fein eight/ich bin die Stimme aus dem Kissen/Ich hab euch etwas mitbracht/hab es aus meiner Brust geissen. '

"Pain, suffering and heartbreak have always been a source of inspiration for us," says Christoph Schneider about the lyrics. "When we started the band, we all had relationship problems, some of us even had to leave our children. At that time, music was an outlet for our frustrations for all of us. Ten years have passed and for me personally, suffering plays no role in my life anymore, but for Till it absolutely does. And there are a few band members who have to be in a constant state of pain and sadness in order to feel good. Although I do think that we will slowly have to break new ground if Rammstein is to continue to exist." So to think that the band has become more cautious is a wrong assumption? "Yes, we have always played with ambiguity. In the very beginning we just tried everything. Until we heard the public reactions: 'Can a band make something like that, isn't it all too German?' Should we explain everything or leave our image open without providing any text or explanation? We opted for the latter. This action-reaction dynamic is something we have been dealing with for years now, with public criticism serving as an indicator: If people think we are going too far, then we know we are doing the right thing. Furthermore, it is a matter of remaining brave and saying: Was die Leute finden ist mir scheiss egal. Still, I think we have closed a phase with Mutter. We can't continue to flirt with taboo themes, we have already pushed the boundaries of that."

The fact that Rammstein can cut so undisturbed with his sharpest knife (provocation) is due to their most blunt instrument: the live show, in which they perform a modern variant of Dante's inferno as post-apocalyptic half-zombies. During the Sehnsucht tour, the band members appeared as robots and machines. Their hair is dyed silver, with long coats full of nail studs and rubber and bright blue lenses. Cold and expressionless, they stared into the crowd. Till Lindemann descended onto a trapeze staircase, while jets of fire sparkled from beneath him. he carried flamethrowers shaped like Freddie Krueger fingers. His voice rolled over the audience like a Teutonic march: punishing and unrelenting. He punished himself with a whip, and a little later, using fire-breathing boots, he rolls over cartwheels across the stage. Deep red blood seeped from his silver hair. A woman in angelic robes descended into a rusted steel cage, while flames spouted meters high into the air around her.

The band manages to convey all this with so much seriousness that the few moments in which Rammstein allows you to think that you might also find it all very funny have an even more alienating effect. When the two guitarists and the bassist enter the stage during Wilder Wein with ridiculously large sombreros, for example. Or when Flake goes crowd surfing in a rubber boat. Or, indeed, when the same Flake gets liters of semen sprayed over him by Till (Bück Dich). The band continues to do so happily during their current world tour. For example, large glass jars containing children's corpses are placed on stage in strong water, while at one point Flake appears to be a surgeon under an operating lamp, complete with white coat and doctor's gloves. They themselves of course deny it, but associations with Doctor Mengele still pop into your head completely involuntarily. Don't worry, it's a completely innocent association, because Rammstein is fun. Isn't it? Well, it's not that simple. Compare it to schlager. Watch a schlager program on German TV (Schlagerparade Der Volksmusik is highly recommended) and you will see the similarities. The singers from Tyrol and Bavaria look terribly out of place in their lederhosen and dirndl dresses, with their undeniable Prodent 3) smile and blow-dried hair in front of plywood sets of snow-capped mountain peaks, alpine meadows full of flowers and log cabins. But damn, they still really like it. Flake: "There is humor in what we do, but it has crept in completely involuntarily. People see us as something comical, but that has never been our intention." Christoph: "What we are playing now sounds authentic to our ears, we can identify with this. What we make is what we feel inside, what we experience as real. We bring comedic subjects with complete seriousness, that is our craft. Till brings ridiculous topics into the spotlight with a deadly serious face and dramatically accented voice. We like that. It's good to keep people in the dark." Oh well, otherwise Rammstein can still use the excuse, entirely in German tradition: Es sei nur ein Scherz gewesen.

Five controversies surrounding Rammstein

1. Artwork Herzeleid

On their debut CD Herzeleid from 1997, the six band members are depicted bare-chested against a background of a gigantic orange-yellow sunflower. The taut and oiled chest muscles, the short, severely shaved haircuts, the separation of band members by hair color (brown on the right, blond on the left); everything indicated that, according to the Rammstein critics, the Berlin band presented itself here as a representative of a new, superior Men's race. With this, the six made a giant swing across the political spectrum: from ex-communists to neo-Nazis in the space of a month.

2. Arrest

On Saturday, June 5, 1999, singer Till Lindemanne and keyboardist Flake Lorenz were arrested immediately after a performance in Worcester, Massachusetts. The scene during Bück Dich in which Lindemann stood behind a bending Lorenz to simulate anal sex with a strap-on dildo, rubbed local law enforcement officers the wrong way. They handcuffed the two, who then had to spend the night in jail and were released after paying bail (25 dollars).

3. Wrong timing

At the moment Osama bin Laden's Al Qaeda terror organization forced two hijacked passenger planes into the WTC buildings, Rammstein's members were also in the air. They set course for the United States to continue their world tour. All aircraft that were in the air at that time and flying towards America had to immediately turn around, including Rammstein's. However, all the necessary stage equipment had already been flown over, so a week after September 11, the Germans toured America with a show full of fireworks, meter-high flames and explosions.

4. Stripped

Rammstein recorded the song Stripped in 1998 for a Depeche Mode tribute CD (For The Masses) (later also on the Australian tour edition of Sehnsucht). For the accompanying video clip they used images from Leni Riefenstahl's Olympia documentary about the Berlin Olympic Games in 1936. Riefenstahl was Hitler's court filmmaker. Goldie and Asian Dub Foundation were the first musicians to publicly accuse Rammstein (MTV, NME) of having Nazi sympathies. Fellow Berliner Alec Empire (Atari Teenage Riot) had a more nuanced opinion but did say: "You can't use Riefenstahl's footage and then say it was just a joke. My grandfather died in a concentration camp, so forgive me if I here don't see the joke." Richard Bernstein subsequently stated that the band had used the images purely for aesthetic reasons. "We thought they were beautiful images. That's probably what people in the cinema thought at the time: beautiful images."

5. Columbine

Painfully topical given the terrible shooting at a gymnasium in Erfurt. Two years earlier, on April 20, 1999, Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold shot and killed twelve students and a teacher and then themselves at Columbine High School in Litteleton, Colorado. The perpetrators are said to have been incited to their actions by the music and lyrics of Rammstein and Marilyn Manson; right-wing and Christian groups immediately called for a ban on both bands. Christoph: "It was put that simply, but of course it is not that simple at all. Typical of American politics to point to one guilty party in their world where everything is black and white." Flake: "It's fortunate for us that Osama bin Laden is not a Rammstein fan."

1) Eddy Wally was a Belgian singer who enjoyed some popularity among 'regular' folks, but to 'critical music journalist' made pretty much the epitomy of 'tacky' music. Being Belgian is for some Dutch a source for ridicule in itself.

2) Nitpicking but the airshow disaster in Ramstein took place on August 28 (not 29) 1988

3) Prodent is big brand of toothpaste in the Netherlands

List of other Rammstein OOR interviews

#rammstein #rammstein OOR interviews #christoph schneider #flake lorenz

22 notes · View notes

saucy-mesothelioma · 3 months ago

Text

October 22nd: Alfred Hitchcock | The Birds

The Birds was released in 1963 and was directed by Alfred Hitchcock. When a wealthy San Francisco socialite named Melanie Daniels (played by Tippi Hendren) meets a man by the name of Mitch Brenner (Rod Taylor) in a pet store one day, she decides to visit his home in a small town in hopes of perusing him romantically. Despite some competition from a schoolteacher named Annie Hayworth (Suzanne Pleshette), all is well in this idyllic town, that is until the birds begin acting bizarrely and begin attacking the people.

Alfred Hitchcock is known as the Master of Suspense, a title that reflects on why his horror movies have managed to stand the test of time. Despite the linear stories often present in his films, Hitchcock's use of camera angles, lack of music, and masterful editing helped his work to not only captivate the audiences of the 60s, but also allowing for his work to stand out decades later. The Birds is a fantastic show of this with practically no music throughout the film's entirety, allowing the silence and the sounds of the birds themselves to create the atmosphere. Despite only really making three horror films (his focus was more on thrillers), Hitchcock has cemented himself as a pioneer in classic horror.

I could not find any platforms where you can watch it for free. Content Warnings for the Film (may contain spoilers): dead birds, bird inflicted violence, dead body without eyes (because birds took 'em)

Just two cool things about this movie. First, the cost we see Melanie driving on is the exact same place as the one featured in the opening credits of I Know What You Did Last Summer

Another cool piece of information, a lot of the backgrounds featured in this movie are fuckin matte paintings and they're SEAMLESS.

THOSE TOWNS ARE FUCKING PAINTINGS

#the behind the scenes for this movie are so interesting #also it goes without saying fuck Hitchcock as a person the dude's a major asshole and a creep #yes a lot of his movies are fantastic and contributed so much to film as a whole #but fuck that jackass #meso's movies #the birds 1963 #alfred hitchcock

4 notes · View notes

rewatching-sam-and-dean · 1 year ago

Text

Canadian + Supernatural Things

Just have to get something off my chest.

I just saw this list about if Supernatural took place in Canada. And like, some of the points are kinda funny: the first blade made out of a moose antler made me laugh (but it’s stupid given the story of Cain killing Abel with a donkey jawbone-pretty sure they weren’t in Canada), or Sam and Dean saying “Fuck it” if a case required them to drive across Saskatchewan (because, come on. It’s Saskatchewan, lol), or people definitely dying by the time the boys drive across Canada to get to them since, unless you’re in a big centre, towns can be very far-spread. But, the rest are so much typical Canadian “These are the Only a things We are known For” items thst it just makes me nuts. Tim Hortons is a coffee shop/fast food chain. It is not the equivalent to a Gas ‘n Sip. That would be like a 7Eleven. Dean would not preferr butter tarts over pie. First, butter tarts are gross. Second, pie is not an inherently American thing. Canadians eat pie! Dean would NOT order poutine instead of a burger all the time. That’s just fries, cheese curds and gravy, people! No meat content, unless it’s fancy poutine. Also, how many Canadians even eat poutine on a regular basis? I’ve probably had it like 10 times in my whole life, maybe. We eat burgers here, too! Nobody actually says “hoser.” And Sam and Dean being Canadian wouldn’t make Crowley Canadian, so his catch phrase of, “hello boys,” wouldn’t change. At all. Worst of all, despite what this list says, Dean and Cas would not be married if SPN took place in Canada because straight people exist here, too. And Dean still wouldn’t be in love with Cas, even if he were Canadian. 🙄

List here, if you’re interested (X)

Look, I get it. This is just supposed to be fun/funny. But, it’s lists like this thst make Canadians sound stupid. We clown on ourselves more than Americans do in sitcoms. It’s as if, we only understand the world in Canadian stereotypes or something. And this list in particular doesn’t use one-for-one comparisons. Rather, it uses bizarre comparisons, like saying Sam and Dean would ride around on a polar bear instead of in a ‘67 Impala (my example, not the list’s). Most American cars are also available in Canada. Most American music we also listen to in Canada. A lot of American food is also eaten in Canada, especially more midwestern or northern food. I mean, I live about an hour from the US border, and have even lived there, and the biggest differences I’ve noticed is people being allowed to own handguns, wider shoulders on their roads, way better road conditions in the US, more frequent small town, and much cheaper alcohol (on a simple level).

We aren’t that different on a person-to-person or product/consumption level. I’m not saying there aren’t some big differences in terms of social norms, idiocies, politics and social structures, but those can differ wildly state-to-state alone.

But the things we consume … those are very similar. So lists trying to compare an American Sam and Dean to a Canadian version just don’t make sense and they rely hugely on basic Canadian stereotypes.

The points about driving distances, lack of frequent small towns, Sam and Dean needing health cards for each province, the weapons they could access, these things make sense to comment on. And these would definitely make the show feel different. Goodbye Americana. But, good lord, can we stop pretending all Chadians only have like 10 products, foods, locations thst we all eat, use and patronize all the time? Ugh!

Okay rant over. (And likely to be deleted later).

#rant #Canada + SPN #me taking things too seriously #it’s rant time again

8 notes · View notes

taylortruther · 7 months ago

Note

this thing about how a part of the fandom sees her anxiety drives me crazy in so many ways, one of the main ones is this question of whether or not he physically cheated on her. like, i don't particularly think about it or give it much importance, but i find it bizarre that some people fight for their lives to say that he certainly didn't cheat on her, even though she alludes to this subject indirectly in several songs (afterglow, hoax, tgw, fortnight, fots, sll) and that whole thing about him starting to write betty. again, it's a personal thing between the two of them, it doesn't change anything in our lives knowing these details, but i find it very strange how some people try so hard to prove that there is no way he could have cheated and that all these mentions were definitely just the result of her anxiety

i think it's because, to a lot of people, cheating is black and white, and the most unforgivable thing you can do to someone - they think it would be clearly evident in the music, that taylor wouldn't stay with him if it happened (and vice versa), AND it would be insulting for us to imply otherwise because it is so abhorrent.

imo, the story we hear on ttpd (and other albums) leaves plenty of room for gray area. the debate over whether guilty as sin?, the great war, how did it end?, even hoax, open up the possibility. and to me, the reasoning i shared above doesn't seem reliable after ttpd.

5 notes · View notes

eyes-eyes-eyes-eyes-eyes-eyes · 2 years ago

Text

hey guys. I need to tell you a story about my bizarre life

i'm around 11. me, my parents, and three friends are crammed in a car on the way back from seeing the eclipse (we had to drive out of state for it to be visible). on this trip our car broke down three times, we almost burned down our hotel room during an impromptu birthday party while we were stranded, and lots more. but most traumatizing was the small water/mystery cd day.

we're in the line at mcdonalds. my mom is exhausted from hours of driving with three children in the back seat and is trying to order a happy meal with a water for the drink. simple, right? not in this stranger avatar ass car. my mom went back and forth with the mcdonalds server, who tried to tell us we could not get a small water, and it had to be a medium or large if we wanted it with the happy meal. otherwise we had to order it separately (something like that). my mom was so delirious she ended up breaking down in tears at the drive thru window until the employee just charged us for a small water.

so that was its own whole thing. we're all split between laughing and crying, thinking about how fucking weird that exchange was. anyway, we drive up, get all of our food, and the tension is so high in the car, so we need something to calm us down.

my (then) step-dad remembers that we found something in this rental car when we got it: an unlabeled CD. i mean, it had some guys name on it, but that was it. we, thinking it would be someone's underground music project, thought it might be fun to listen to. we pop it in. friend #1 has her small water in hand. we're reversing out of our spot in the mcdonalds parking lot. the audio starts.

what followed was the sounds of frantic movement, a baby crying, and someones haggard breathing. from the speaker, a child cries: "mommy won't wake up, what's wrong with mommy?" more crying, more shuffling, more confused wailing. this went on for a full 20-25 seconds before we stopped the track.

silence in the car. what the fuck was that.

that shit was haunted. im pretty sure it caused my mom's breakdown and the future car issues. all of my struggles since then have been the result of the evil spell that shit cast on us as a family

18 notes · View notes

itsjustbasketball · 8 months ago

Text

First we take Monaco...

It is May 1, 2024, playoff time in İstanbul, an ancient city seducing you with the whispers of its stories, told and untold… Fenerbahçe Beko returns home after splitting the two away games in AS Monaco Basket for Game 3.

Fenerbahçe Beko: The basketball team of one of the oldest and most popular sports clubs in the country, with a storied history in the League. A permanent fixture in the Final Four between 2015–2020, the 2017 Euroleague Champions. Looking to go back to its glory days under the command of Šarūnas Jasikevičius, who took the helm mid season…

AS Monaco Basket: A relatively newcomer to the league, built around one of the best players on the court, holder of the league’s all time leading scorer title. With a single Final Four appearance in 2023, eager to show they belong…

The drive. Left home at 7 pm for the 8:45 pm game at Ülker Arena. A rare 20 min drive, gave us more than an hour to kill before game time. Because living in this city is about traffic management, first and foremost.

The t-shirt. In our seats by 7:30 pm. Yellow road to final four t-shirts to greet us. The colour is kicking, and the material is soft and thin. Way better quality than the Toronto Raptors t-shirts from way back when. Unwearable with their high collars, and shitty material, still gathering dust somewhere in the closet. There is a curious drawing of the team on the front. Saras is there, and so is Motley, I think, Scottie, almost. It is downhill from there. Why is Dorsey an angel? But most importantly, Who is the dude with golden funky glasses? Questions, questions.

Pre-game. The rosters are up. Motley still out. John Brown, who got injured last game, is also on the sidelines. I like Brown, he was huge in the regular season loss to Monaco. Sertaç who also left game 2 early due to an injury is on the roster (but does not start). The arena audio sound is way too loud. TOO LOUD. And the music is meh. So we rock the headphones and crack the volume.

The refs. They boo the refs at the start of the game. Every game. They know something I don’t? As this unfolds, the refs are not convincing — or convinced — at all, which leads the fans to question every call they don’t like. Which is made worse by the refs questioning every other call they themselves make. I am still not over that bizarre time travel sequence in game 2, where Monaco was awarded the ball after an unsportmanlike foul call for Motejunas from the future, they should really ban time travel on the basketball court. This whole watching, and rewatching, and re-rewatching is butchering the game, and not sustainable or manageable, and inevitably we will have to give the whistle back to the referees and back down.

The game. I did not believe we would win game 1 until we won it. I believed we would win Game 2 until we lost it. This game felt like a W from the start. Yes there were flashbacks in the 4th, but this is home, and this team only lost two home games this season. Crvena Zvezda and Efes. I remember the Crvena Zvezda game, where as we were cheering against Teosodic and his men, I could not help but think that it just was not working, perhaps working against us. Last night it felt just the opposite. The arena was rocking (I read the comments on social media today dissing the Fenerbahçe fans in the arena for whatever, and from our vantage point right at the centre I have to say that is neither fair nor accurate. The fans were engaged throughout, and definitely made a difference. It was definitely a play-off atmosphere. This is an arena where most watches the game sitting down, with only certain sections — the usual suspects up and about all the time… And football jerseys vastly outnumber the basketball ones — I counted only 5 yesterday — Does not change the fact that the fans rocked last night.) The team played well and hard. Calathes, Guduric and Biberoviç were all huge, but I felt, all said and done, Papagiannis made a big difference last night at both sides of the floor. Diallo was the Monaco player that stood out the most, was all over the court and rather annoying. Monaco looked rather tired at times. The inbound alley-oop pass from Strazel to Blossomgame was a thing of beauty (yet I was more dazzled by the defense — or lack thereof watching the highlights). After a defensive breakdown I look to Saras to figure out what went down, as he is seen shouting at the top of his lungs to whomever messed up…. The last two minutes of the game went at a dizzying pace, one crazy sequence after another, I had to sit down for a bit to steady myself at some point. I am a bit hazy about what went down, but in the blink of the eye, Hayes-Davis was running the clock for the game to end, and we could all breathe again.

The jersey. I am a basketball fan, who grew up watching Efes, celebrating the Koraç Cup win on the street with a handful of people, who happened to move to a Fenerbahçe neighbourhood in İstanbul upon returning home. So this is my neighbourhood team now … This season has been mostly about getting to know the team. All season, game after game, there has been one question playing around in my mind. If I were to buy a jersey whose name would I put on it. My brother has a Saras jersey — they could not fit Jasikevičius on it-, which I thought was a brilliant idea, and my son who can still count his age using his two hands wants a Wilbekin- which only makes sense… But whose name would I put on my jersey… I really like this team, and would wear any number of the players (Biberoviç if I was younger, Hayes-Davis if he had not dropped 50, Papagiannis if I was trying to make a point, Pierre if he was able to stay on the court longer, Motley if I was taller…) but here we are. And there is one name I came to associate with this team more than any other — and that is Nick Calathes. I am not buying a jersey, just yet.

Post game. It took us around an hour to get the car out of the arena, a price we were willing to pay for waiting to cheer for the team after the W. Home in 15.

The day after. We re-watched the second half on Euroleague TV. It’s been a while since I rewatched a game that I have attended, was surprised to see how different the two experiences could be, especially for an intense playoff game. Your logic and your emotions stack up differently in each case, tipping you off slightly, landing you in surprisingly different points, both of which might be equidistant from the truth of things. The Euroleague commentary was rather enlightening, making me realise that we beat a terrific, great, Herculean Monaco team with a single terrific play (by Papagiannis) and by, well being open.. Quite an accomplishment, I think. Terrific.

#basketball #basketbol #euroleague #fenerbahçe

3 notes · View notes

linuxgamenews · 11 months ago

Text

REVEIL: A Thrilling First-Person Game Coming to Linux and Steam Deck

REVEIL is a first-person thriller game headed to Linux and Steam Deck while launching on Windows PC. Thanks to Pixelsplit's creative talents for bringing this experience to life. Available today on Steam. The REVEIL release is all thanks to Pixelsplit and Daedalic Entertainment for collaborating, along with Arina Tara for the soundtrack. It's not just any music; it's a collection of original songs that echo the spine-tingling vibe of REVEIL's story. And if you're into music as much as I am, you'll want to check out the Funhouse Edition. It's not just the full soundtrack; it's an extra six songs. Plus, it's a great way to support both the developers and the artist. Now, speaking of support, here is what is happening with the native build:

We use Unity with HDRP. Our main goal with Linux was to have a native version of the game ready for Steam Deck.

A quick heads up for those looking to dive into REVEIL on Linux – there's a bit of a snag. The native version seems to have a memory leak issue that causes some crashes after playing for a bit. The team at Pixelsplit did the right thing and reached out to Unity about this hiccup a while back, but it seems like they're still waiting to hear back. But don't worry, Steam Deck users! There's a solid workaround. You can play the Windows version using Proton. It works smoothly and doesn't have that memory leak problem. So, while the Linux issue gets sorted out, you can still play the first-person thriller without a hitch Now, let's dive into what makes REVEIL stand out. It's a blend of visual allure and mental gymnastics. The puzzles are diverse, the clues are baffling, and the whole experience will also mess with your head. You're stepping into the shoes of Walter Thompson, and believe me, it's a wild ride.

REVEIL | FearFest Trailer

youtube

You'll be exploring Walter Thompson's psyche and past, which gets increasingly murky and mysterious. The deeper you go, the more you're caught in a whirlpool of deceptive images, memory fragments, and bizarre visions. It's a puzzle you can't help but want to solve, even as hope fades. Your main drive? Finding Martha and Dorie. You've got to stay sharp, and also look for clues, and hang onto your sanity. Now, let's talk features. REVEIL isn't just playing a role; it's a deep psychological journey that makes you question everything. It's spread across five acts, each set in uniquely crafted settings. The first-person story is immersive while offering various puzzles and riddles that keep you hooked. Plus, it's stunning – the visual experience is a #madewithunity style. The narrative layers are impressive while blending psychedelic, biographical, and unsettling elements. The atmospheric touches, like paintings and posters, also brings the '60s circus era to life. The Funhouse Edition launches today. It's more than just a game; it's an experience, especially with its 60s circus-inspired setting that morphs into something surreal. REVEIL first-person thriller showed up at the Future Game Show and Fear Fest on Steam. And now, the wait is almost over – it launches today, March 6th for Windows PC. But offers Proton support for Linux with an intent to offer a native build on Steam. It's also priced at $17.99 USD / £15.29 / 17,99€ with the 10% discount. Dive into and experience this mind-bending journey. It's not just about playing; it's about immersing yourself in a story that promises to be as haunting as it is intriguing.

#reveil #first-person thriller #linux #gaming news #pixelsplit #ubuntu #steam deck #windows #pc #unity #Youtube

4 notes · View notes

miidia · 11 months ago

Text

Hello again everyone. It's me, Goose. This time around we'll be talking about the famously mysterious and genre-defining ゆめにっき Yume Nikki (Dream Diary) released between 2004 and 2007.

I first learned about this game in late 2020 through YouTube algorithm suggestions. It seems like the YouTube algorithm has a pretty strong track record of igniting interest in retro products and aesthetics. I remember not too long ago when it was (in my humble opinion) majorly responsible for the resurgence in popularity of Japanese 'city pop'. At that time, I wasn't actually too drawn in by those video thumbnails. Yume Nikki just came off as some unremarkable pixelated game for wasting time. I was definitely picking up on the darker vibes, but it still crossed me as kind of disinteresting.

Then, eventually, I actually clicked one of those thumbnails. It must have been the sprite designs of the game. They were so bizarre and often very visceral. I became attracted to the visual style, the music, and then... the backstory. It turns out the background of Yume Nikki but more particularly its creator, the mononymous 'Kikiyama' (a Japanese surname), is shrouded in great anonymity. That's not my story to tell, however. Plenty of others have already done that job. There's even a great podcast on the whole mystery by a Lewis Denby I highly suggest.

Once digging into both the mystery behind the game's creation and the complex symbolism and messaging of the RPG, it becomes evident that heavy themes are at hand... suicide, sexual assault, violence, childhood trauma to name a few. Granted, all of this 'story' is carefully extracted from a very nebulous but frequently disturbing set of actions, environments, sprites, and sounds/music. Because of this, the story is understood differently by everyone. Personally, I find the social disorder/childhood trauma theories most convincing.

Yume Nikki is a walking RPG. In the most literal sense, you spend the entirety of the game walking, moving, from one place to the next. Actions and interactions are possible but relatively limited in what they have to offer. You are essentially responsible for collecting a number of 'eggs' within the interconnected but discrete maps of the game, and I figure this mechanic is less intended to be gameplay as much as it drives the player to explore all possible locations in the game. It's meditative and self driven. I feel sometimes when I play it that you really get out what you put it. It's a mirror in some ways, reflecting our stirring thoughts and questions back at us in statement form. With any sort of dialogue or inner monologue absent, the narrative of the game becomes your interpretation of Madotsuki (our main character, a shut-in young girl) and her waking life and dream environments. Madotsuki (窓付き) is not a real/common name in Japanese; it literally means 'window-fixed'. I wonder if this choice was meant to highlight Madotsuki's ruminating nature, exacerbated by physical isolation.

Yume Nikki, as I mentioned, is a genre-defining title which has incredibly clear influence on a number of widely known titles such as Omori, Undertale, and Lisa: The First to name a few. Of course, Yume Nikki itself draws strong stylistic inspiration from and directly references the Famicom's MOTHER (of the EarthBound series).

I'm finding it difficult to find an appropriate comment to conclude this post with. I feel like my journey with Yume Nikki is nowhere near over; I actively do and will continue to return to this game many times in the future. I think one day I would like to try making music in the style of the game. I have always been very moved by video game music. Needless to say, this conversation will continue through the discussions of other titles like those mentioned in this post. In the mean time, don't let Uboa get you!

Until next time,

Goose

EDIT: BONUS THOUGHTS!! Just as the final paragraph of this post suggests, I was struggling to find an interesting conclusion when writing this. I am returning to share that I often have Yume Nikki no commentary gameplay playing on my TV in the background of whatever I'm doing (or not doing). The game's atmosphere is so palpable... I could (and might even secretly want) to get let lost in this game. Tonight Mr. Goose is dealing with friction of wanting to have beautiful, inspiring, captivating thoughts while also wanting deeply to connect with the present moment. Peace.

#personal blog #media #ゆめにっき #yume nikki #dream diary #video games

5 notes · View notes