#this is because im not good at listening to music

[flowersbyphone]

(i was tagged in one of these????? this has only happened like one other time) thanks for the tag @invisible-airwaves !!

Favorite color: dark/deep ruby red (absolutely loved all the red motifs in Grace Under Pressure by Rush... is this off topic?)

Currently reading: the girldragongizzard series by theInmara, Pictures of an Exhibitionist by Keith Emerson, and Cosmic Clouds 3-D by David J. Eicher (some of these i haven't read in a while for no reason in particular, but i'm going to continue them... eventually) other than that, various fics

Last song listened to: Alien Shore by Rush (i'm listening to Counterparts for the first time right now i'm not kidding - im screaming im yelling)

Last movie: i'm trying to even remember... i think it was Groundhog's Day because my family has a tradition of watching it every Groundhog's Day - i wasn't really feeling it this year, but they really wanted me to join them (i still ended up enjoying it - still not a super big fan of the rom-com stuff, but that's just me)

Last Series: Star Trek: Voyager!! i'm watching it for the first time with my family (who has already seen it) and i love it so much - we're on i believe season 6 currently - they've been showing me all the Star Treks in order of release (which we started doing y e a r s ago, so this has been going on a while)

Sweet, savory or spicy: savory

Craving: nothing at the moment but when i try to think of things... salty or savory stuff sounds pretty good... stop i shouldn't be eating this late at night

Tea or coffee: tea! (i really like chamomile with honey - honestly i don't live around a ton of people who have tea as one of their main drinks so my experiences with tea are a bit limited - i thought i hated it at first, but it was just that i didn't know how to make tea)

currently working on: i'm doing a cross stitch of Kiryu's tattoo from the RGG/Yakuza/Like A Dragon video games - when i feel like it, learning/playing/sightreading music on piano or (at a much lower level) guitar (the music consists of anything i like - if i love it enough, i'm likely to try to play it) - i'm slowly/casually trying to understand Swedish better for music/band reasons (to maybe one day understand lyrics (plus a snippet of video) that i can't find translations for, and because they got me interested in it, plus it is fun to learn new things) - i have a colored pencil sketch of my ocs that i'm sporadically adding to (i don't draw that often, so this is the first time i've even drawn some of them LOL)

tagging (no pressure to do it): @cicadaofthelake @progfessor-dyke @mikeology @geddy-spageddy @primatechnosynthpop @wyndsong @childoftheriver @auroreamethyste @junecast-moonfast and anyone else who sees this - peace!

rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better

Tagged by @indrid-hot - thanks a bunch!

Favorite Color: A nice, warm, sunny orange - but also honestly most other colors of the rainbow and then some.

Currently Reading: The Tevinter Nights Dragon Age short story collection.

Last Song: L'appuntamento - Ornella Vanoni

Last Movie: Ah, gosh. HM. I haven't watched anything that's not a TV show in a while. I semi-voluntarily caught the last fifteen minutes of Scrooged over the winter holidays I guess?

Last Series: Last series I watched any part of is, as always, "Emergency!" because I will never not be stuck in 70's paramedic hell. If we're talking new-to-me shows, a friend's making me watch Grey's Anatomy (early seasons) once a week, probably because observing my growing despair about the characters' poor life choices is fun. I don't even normally watch medical shows, and yet here we are lol

Sweet, Savoury, Spicy: Savory if I had to pick

Craving: Some good spaghetti with olive oil and obscene amounts of lightly toasted garlic.

Tea/Coffee: Yes please, lol

Currently working on: OH BOY WHAT A QUESTION.

Spinning: Gotland on my spindles (4-ply, one single per spindle, for funsies - except I accidentally mixed up which bits of fiber go with which single on which spindle, so that'll be fun to sort out...), 7oz/200g of red Merino on the wheel (for a crochet hat, followed by 9.5 oz of red and black Merino for a woven scarf). But also 24.5oz/700g of grey Merino. And cotton on the supported spindle. And I've got some laceweight viscose on the mini turkish spindle that I should really work on...

Crocheting: Half a dozen things, including a lacy collar that needs buttons and blocking, a gigantic star-shaped wrap-around shawl, an incredibly boring granny square top for my little sister, and too many others to count.

Art: The Emergency! tarot as the eternal never-ending WIP; I also have some Dragon Age Veilguard related plans revolving around the Grand Necropolis and irl Catacomb Saints and I'd love to get some DA-style tarot cards done for all my player characters.

Writing: I still have a couple unfinished fanfics that need another chapter, as well as two deeply self-indulgent OC/Emergency! crossovers that friends are making me write, and I also have some Dragon Age stuff in the works - though if anyone will ever see that is another question entirely.

Music: Practicing various stuff for LARP; also slowly chipping away at Hozier's Work Song because my partner asked nicely.

With no pressure, I will tag: @geminyde, @caseyscraftycorner, @swords-n-spindles, @alpacazappa, @rosesonneptune, @rose-of-pollux, @zooarchaeologyatdinner, @kalikatze aaaaand I can't decide on a 9th person to tag so whoever wants to do this: You're It!

[rinsoccerball]

Rin’s playlist

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

I honestly only wrote this because i’ve been working on this smutty vampire rin au that’s taking way too long it’s like 5k words atp and im having writers block so ignore whatever tf im yapping about at the beginning cause it’s 4am and i don’t know wtf im talking about. Smuts underneath the cut.

f!reader x rinitoshi! minors dni. rin is 23 and reader is 19.

WC: 2.4K

Warnings: unprotected sex, angst, creampie, soft vanilla sex lowkey, situationship, reader mentions ghosting rin at the end.

I really think that rin listens to rock/alt. like genuinely wholeheartedly i believe this. Maybe it’s because whenever he’s like doing his thing on the field in the show yk like a sorta alternative music starts to play. do you guys know what i’m talking about like the instrumental that plays? it’s kinda edgy.

I know everyone is always like he sounds like a chase atlantic song yada yada, but I can so see him jamming to like red hot chilli peppers, the neighborhood, or like COIN, or even like certain paramore songs. cause sometimes i’ll be listening to a song by these artists and im like I bet rin would like this it just really fits him.

I could also see him coming home after a long practice, you’ve already heard him in the shower listening to can’t stop by the red hot chilli peppers, paradise by the neighborhood etc, and he comes out of the bathroom the steam curling around his broad shoulders as he walks further in the room.

You had been on your stomach facing the end of the bed kicking your feet languidly as you read through the book you’d been working on, and he’s not big on words so he doesn’t say much just gives you a small nod in acknowledgement.

You both had started this secret relationship? hookup? friends with benefits? a year ago. and you weren’t really sure what it was and you didn’t really care to ask for clarification. you understood what it meant to be involved with him. he didn’t like publicity and he didn’t like public affairs, so you had decided when you met him you’d keep your heart under lock and key.

You were good at that. you’d learned it was better to have even a little bit of someone, that you wanted, than not at all. and when Isagi had introduced you to him in a dimly lit bar. he was all dusted pink cheeks from whatever he’d been drinking, and long lashes lined over half lidded hazy eyes. he smelt of pine and some kind of cologne that overpowered everything else in an intoxicatingly good way, and as you blinked up at him nervous and jittery you knew you had to have him.

So there you layed arriving about twenty minutes after he got in the shower waiting for him to make good on his promise of being with you tonight.

The book you were so absorbed in now becoming an after thought as you watched him dry himself off and slip into a pair of briefs. He walked towards you kissed you on the head and laid beside you.

“Watcha reading,” he asked fiddling with the ends of your hair, and you turned on your side resting your head on your hand. “just something for one of my classes.” you shrugged before reaching out the hand that wasn’t propping you up to push his wet bangs off his forehead.

You held his intense gaze, but it wasn’t intense in the same way it usually was. during an intense high energy game where the energy around him seemed to crackle to life. It was intense in the way he held your line of sight softly. he always did this and it was one of the things that confused you about him. the way he studied you when he thought you weren’t watching, or the way he’d softly brush his lips against the top of your head in a sweet kiss.

All of these things contradicted what this relationship so obviously was, but again you would rather pretend to not notice than ruin the comfort that resided in it.

He rolled you onto your back and loomed over you his large body covering you entirely. his bangs fell back over his forehead and as he studied you, you tried not to shy away from the new intensity his eyes had took on.

“Look so cute and nerdy reading in my bed.” his voice was rougher and you dragged your hand down the smooth planes of his muscled chest. “yeah?” you asked meekly cheeks tinting pink as he dropped his lower body on top of you.

“Yeah. makes me wanna do terrible things to you.” he whispered as he rolled his hips over you covered heat.

He nosed at your neck now inhaling briefly before pressing soft kisses that seemed to linger on your skin even after he moved on to a new spot. it set all of your nerve endings alight and you squirmed under him.

“You won’t hear me complain.” you breathed out, your chest beginning to rapidly rise and fall as he worked you up.

He lifted his head back up as one of his hands began to lift up the flimsy material of your lacy tank top. His fingers dragged across your skin and goosebumps followed in their wake. you shivered and he lifted it over your breasts, as he casted his gaze down over your body he took a deep inhale.

“Fuck,” he murmured so quietly you weren’t sure if it was even meant to be heard.

“Don’t move im just gonna put on some music.” He said rolling himself off you as one side of his lips turned up in a lazy smirk. that tease.

Soon the soft sounds of stargazing by the neighborhood filled his room, and he was settling right back over you.

The steady rhythm of the music rumbled through your body, and did what his playlist always did create a sensual atmosphere that he would soon be rocking into you to.

He kissed down your exposed skin before he got to your thin sleep shorts, and you held your breath as he slid them down your legs along with your lacy white panties.

He spread your legs wider with a large veiny hand and lightly traced his nimble fingers up your thigh. you slightly jolted and he softly smiled at you.

“Needy?” he asked and you nodded shyly. A small whimper bubbled up your throat and slipped past your lips as he slid a single finger into your wet heat.

“Yeah?” he asked his voice tilting up in that slight condescending tone that made the walls of your gummy cunt flutter around his finger.

He chuckled as he felt it and added another finger. He curled them to press against that spongey spot that you could never quite reach, before he began a steady pace with his fingers.

You keened. your hips lifting off the soft bed silently begging for more. you would usually let him take his time with you. taking you apart the way he always does like he knows your body inside and out because in truth he does.

He knows what makes you tick. he knows exactly what to say and do to make you fall apart, but tonight it’s not enough. tonight you just want to be as physically close as you can possibly get as fast as you can get it. It has you reaching both of your hands up to touch his face.

“Need more, need it now. please.” you whimper squirming your hips away, and usually he’d protest. say something about how you’ve got all night and you shouldn’t rush him because he knows what’s best for you. he doesn’t protest though.

Tonight he removes his fingers and slides them into your mouth so you can clean them, before he’s sliding off his briefs and reaching for a condom.

You stop him sitting up and reaching for his arm, “wanna feel you tonight. I’m on birth control remember.” he seems to debate this for a moment before he’s moving back over you albeit a little more excitedly despite his hesitance at first.

“Desperate tonight hm?” he says it like a question but you don’t answer, and when he doesn’t force you to respond you know it was rhetorical. He’s less pushy and although you don’t really talk about things that get under his skin you wonder what has him so worked up.

You wouldn’t even be able to tell if you hadn’t come to be able to read the famously indifferent man so well. there’s a tenseness to him, and a look in his eyes that’s got you questioning whether or not to stop this and ask, but you won’t. and you don’t.

You let him slide his thick mushroom tip into your fluttering cunt. The stretch of just the thick head making you wince, but you asked for this. He pauses for a moment before sliding another inch in and you whine deep in the back of your throat.

You’d never fucked raw before and the way his thick cock was stretching you out, and sliding into you had your eyes glazing over already. your brain emptying every thought that wasn’t him until all you could think about was the way he’d rutted his entire length into you.

His balls pressed tightly up against your ass as you squirmed from being stretched to your limit with minimal prep.

He let out a puff of air before giving you an experimental thrust. It was shallow but it smacked lewdly into something at the very back of your pussy that had you wrapping your legs around him hurriedly.

“Squeezing me so tight, shit. You feel so good like this. never going back. fuck condoms.” He rambles almost drunkenly as he begins to rock into you to the beat of the song.

And you’re so worked up, wired so tight that you can hardly relax. he’s groaning in your ear telling you to loosen up desperation cracking his voice as he begins to really pound into you.

He’s got his forehead pressed against yours and now he’s leaning on his forearms. He’s completely pressed against you. smashing you into the mattress as he fucks into you.

His lashes rest against his cheekbones and when he presses into a particular spot you let out a moan so pornagraphic you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t being fucked so dumb.

His eyes open and their swimming with an emotion you’ve never been able to decipher. His brows are furrowed in pain? pleasure? you can’t read this look on his face, and it would frighten you if you could think about anything other than his thick cock.

But deep in the back of your mind as you study his face while he gives you unknowingly, exactly what you had wanted. You wonder if he’ll say it. If he’ll utter the words that you’ve let die on your tongue so many times you’ve lost count. The words you’ve held back to protect yourself, and as he flits his eyes back and forth between yours searching them for an answer he might never get, he utters them.

“I love you.” The words hang in the air before he’s speaking again drunk off your pussy. “love this pussy too fluttering around me like she can’t get enough, but she’s stuffed so full of me. you like being so full of me that you can’t think?” he grips your chin and rattles your head around and you nod letting out a choked sob as his tip repeatedly smacks into your cervix.

You don’t say it back. You can’t. The words seem to be lodged in your throat, but he’s rubbing your clit and all too soon the walls of your pussy are fluttering around him milking him for all he’s got before your cumming around his cock. legs locked around his waist as your body shudders, and then he’s following. he pushes all the way to the hilt before he’s releasing hot thick cum that fills you up in a mind numbingly intoxicating way, and you whine as you feel it pump into you.

He collapses on top of you. The sheen layer of sweat that glistens over his skin smearing onto you, and you let out a breath of relief. Like you wouldn’t trade this for the world and you wouldn’t. truly, you mean that, but as he lifts his head up his tired eyes meeting yours in a hopeful desperation he utters those words again.

You look into his eyes and all you see is sincerity, love, and that’s what you’d been missing. that was the look that you couldn’t understand, but the words stay stuck. You open your mouth but only a squeak comes out. you turn your face away from him ashamed and you can see him frown in your peripheral vision.

All too soon he’s pulling away from you. He looks wounded, but words can’t describe how wounded you feel. you were confident things wouldn’t lead to this, that it’d be the other way around. That he’d be the one not able to say it back.

“I’ll uhm go get you something to clean up,” and he doesn’t even spare you a second glance as he walks away.

He comes back a moment later. a towel and a glass of water in hand. He dries you off wordlessly, before redressing and climbing into his bed. You put your clothes back on and lay next to him.

Giving him space just barely feeling the ghost of his warmth, and you can’t bring yourself to break the silence. The only sound being the music flowing from the speakers. Do I Wanna Know by the arctic monkeys filling up the space where words spoken should be.

“Do you not love me?” he asks and you don’t even need to look at his face to know that he’s hurting. He’s prying for clarification. The one thing you told yourself you’d never do, and you take too long to find your voice because he’s turning over to look at you.

“I think I do, but I can’t, I just can’t.” you respond your voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t understand. I know you do. I see it. I know you love me so why can’t you say it.” He’s reaching for you and you let him. You let him cradle your face in his hands as he desperately searches your eyes for an answer.

“Because if I say those words. If I choose this. Maybe we’ll be happy. I know I could be happy with you, but I can’t give you the power to hurt me. I will never do that again, and you won’t change my mind.” You say eyes bleary from tears and he smirks.

“That sounds like a challenge. Even though you won’t say it. I know you do, and that’s enough. One day you’ll be mine and you’ll see im nothing like those lukewarm men who throw women away.”

You laugh unable to tell him this is the last time he’ll be seeing you and you let him hold you close as you whisper, “we’ll see.”

[wholemeallbread]

he heard you before he saw you.

the shaving of ice against your blades, the movement of fabric, the counts you whisper to yourself every time you make an attempt. though not distinctive, tsukishima would like to think that he knew you well enough to recognise you from the tiniest of cues.

the ice rink was empty apart from you and him. it was a weekday, and quite late in the evening. you could tell he came straight from practice, out of breath and all – and he still bothered to come all the way out here? without you having to tell him? how charming.

as your leg lowers from your spiral, you flash him a familiar grin, gradually skating closer and closer to where he stands. "you're not gonna come on?" you call out, knowing he wouldn't speak first. "it's not that cold."

tsukishima's eyebrows furrow, only leaning back against the rink wall. "i have better things i could be doing." he mumbles, this time without his signature snark. to many, your cheeky comment wouldn't be so obvious, but he knew the true meaning. unfortunately, he was embarrassingly stiff on the ice; maybe his height, maybe his inexperience. either way, he'd rather not step foot onto the slippery surface.

you could sense his denial from a mile away. no matter how unbothered he tries to make himself out to be, you could only see the good in him. "but you're here." as much as you wanted to tease him, you were still grateful. he's tired, you could tell.

sure, you weren't the best figure skater in the country; you weren't the most skilled, or talented, or flexible – but you're passionate. grace, artistry, anybody could catch your clear love for the sport. it seems unlike him, but he truly admires you.

you lift your hand against the glass, hinting for him to press his against yours. "will you watch?" your gaze was hopeful, almost pleading. it's not like tsukishima says no to you often, so he doesn't see what's the point in persuasion. he's already here, what else is he going to do?

with a quiet huff, he turns on his heel, sitting down on one of the many plastic seats. "start again. from the beginning." he's memorised all of your routines, all of the songs that pair with them. he would be lying if your most recent hasn't been stuck in his head, and he would be lying if he ever said he would get bored watching the same routine over and over again.

"what, are you my coach now?" you giggle, skating over the clear area as a slight warmup. "it's not gonna make sense if you can't hear the music!"

he knows. he doesn't care, because he can hear it.

"kei?"

"mhm. i'm listening."

he already had the song ready to play. just to be safe, one side of his headphones was left off his ear. just in case he could hear you humming or singing to yourself. he couldn't miss out on that opportunity. never.

MEY IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO BAD

[queerprayers]

i've grown up in quite a secular family, never went to church etc, and only in the past couple of years started celebrating serbian orthodox christmas with my mum where we attend part of the christmas eve mass. i want to get to know christianity a little better, and i know ur lutheran and not orthodox but i was wondering if u have any tips for just. starting somewehere? it feels very strange to sit down and think "Im Going To Pray" when ive neither done it nor seen anyone do it before, but i want to explore a bit, if that makes sense. your blog is very nice and calming i feel like you might have some insight :)

Welcome, beloved!

Prayer is quite strange sometimes and Sitting Down and Doing It does not come easily to most, especially if you didn't grow up doing that. I'm honored to be asked and I have a few thoughts.

At some point as a kid I was taught the acronym ACTS—Adoration, Confession, Thanksgiving, Supplication. I was told a prayer should contain these elements. And I don't technically disagree; I think those are all good necessary things. If you want a formula, there's a formula. But I always found "I pray because I can't help myself. I pray because I'm helpless. I pray because the need flows out of me all the time- waking and sleeping" a much more real description of prayer.

We're told to pray always, without ceasing—prayer is something to bring with us. It is to be in relation with the God who is Love, who knows our suffering, and who hears. To pray is to be heard—and to listen in return, even if what we receive may be holy silence. 

Mass is a prayer, one the Church does together. Liturgy is where I learned most of the prayers I say, where I first chanted the psalms. I learned to read in church. Even once a year, it shows us many parts of prayer—it fulfills the acronym, sure, but attending services has shown me that prayer can be somber, joyful, certain, wondering, penitent, musical, silent. We can also think of things prayer can be that we don't want to replicate—Jesus talks about hypocritical ways of praying, of calling attention to oneself, of "heaping up empty phrases."

It doesn't always look like Sitting Down. There are not always words. I sit down (or lie down, depending) and pray at certain times—this was a hard-won habit, that still doesn't come easy—but it's easier for me to use my own words in the woods.. You can be anywhere, and be doing anything. You don't have to commit to a form—do it a little bit differently each time. Ask a question. Confess something. Picture someone you love in your mind, and feel that love. Look at each person on the subway and wish something for them. Set a timer on your phone to spend five minutes tentatively thinking about God—this is a prayer that can be more deeply felt than all the books in the world.

Whatever strangeness or embarrassment there is in addressing an unseen being, in coming to the Universe with your one quiet voice, it is the strange embarrassment of caring, of attempting what seems impossible, of being earnest about this whole being alive thing. The uncertainty of a new relationship, the doubt of whether it all matters, the unfamiliarity of learning a new skill. But you can do strange things, new things, vulnerable things. Love is continuing movement, and each step takes more bravery. You need communication with Love to live in it. 

Of course there are countless people who do not purposefully pray and yet show more love than I could ever hope to. God has met many, and sustained many, without their ever asking, sometimes without them ever knowing his name. But the asking is another kind of love, and I am one of the many who devote myself to even slight knowledge of his face. You have all you need to join me—because you have God.

The need that flows out of you, all the time—the draw you feel to start—is a prayer already. Really, there is no start—only a joining of a current already in motion. A dipping into a well that never runs dry. Others have the words, if you don't. I learn the psalms because, for all my poetry, I can't say it all, and never as perfectly as they do—and because it's a connection with centuries of voices. The practicing of the divine hours is another connection.

But really, putting aside the walks in the woods and the going to church more and the acronyms and the metaphors—how do you pray on purpose? Ultimately, there is no better answer than the one Jesus gave: Go into your room, shut the door, and (without an earthly audience, without looking a certain way or believing a certain thing) pray to the secret, listening God, in whatever language/version you have,

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever and ever, Amen.

You've never done it or seen it before, sure, but it's built into you, to need this. Once you've done it, you will have seen it. Once you've seen it, I expect you'll realize you have done it before, without noticing. You don't have the words, so they have been given to you. You don't have to believe wholeheartedly each word—that comes later for those of us who grow up in it, and it can come later for you, too. Start in the somewhere you have been placed. 

The first thing we learn how to ask for as babies is the result of every prayer: being heard. So cry out.

<3 Johanna

[quartzteph]

OOOO WAIT I LOVE WEIRD AND OBSCURE J&H ADAPTATIONS. Here's some of the ones I've consumed:

The Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Rock 'n' Roll Musical - I know this one's gotta be obscure cause most of the songs have less than 1000 listens on Spotify, and the YouTube upload of the movie has less than 4k views. I discovered it through a DVD copy I found on eBay, and it might be one of the most cursed things I own. Watching this with my friends was truly the experience of all time - it was mostly just a mix of us laughing and exchanging baffled and/or horrified faces for an hour and a half. Here's the link to the YouTube upload (I apologize in advance):

Robert Louis Stevenson's Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (The Colonial Radio Theatre) - This is an hour and a half long audio dramatization of the original book. While it mostly stays true to the original story, it does make some changes that I find really interesting, especially towards the end. Also I like the voice acting. I feel like this one is really worth checking out if you're a big fan of the original novella. It can be purchased for $8.99 on Apple Books or $10.49 on Audible. To give an idea of what it's like, here's the TikTok that made me want to get it in the first place:

The Strange Case of Mr. Hyde (Dark Horse Comics) - This is a four-issue comic series meant to take place after the events of the Jekyll & Hyde story (seems to draw more from the films than from the original novella). It involves a detective teaming up with an imprisoned Jekyll/Hyde to track down a serial killer who shows a lot of similarities to Hyde. Truthfully this isn't one of my favorite Jekyll and Hyde stories. It has some cool art and there are elements of it I enjoy, but they made a lot of writing choices that I'm not the most fond of. That being said, I still got some enjoyment out of it because I love Jekyll and Hyde media in general, no matter how good or bad it is, and there's a chance that other Jekyll and Hyde fans could get some enjoyment out of it as well, so I figured it was at least worth throwing out there. I bought my issues of it off of eBay, but it looks like you can buy all four issues digitally through Dark Horse for $1.99 a piece. Here's what the covers look like:

Okay that's all I can think of rn, sorry for the rambling. I just really like yapping about Jekyll & Hyde adaptations :)

Life is unfortunate when I’ve literally, completely run out of Jekyll and Hyde adaptations to watch…

If anybody knows any crazy obscure ones please send them my way lowkey…HELP A CRAZY PERSON OUT!!!

[asexual-levia-tan]

today's mashup my brain has on loop, unfortunately, is

this singular part of apt (the only part ive heard of it), to the tune of that nice legs daisy dukes meme, except as you might expect from the fact im calling it that, i've never heard that song either

so its a mishmash of several of the versions ive heard where people change the whistle(?) into a different sound effect

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

i was listening to six hundred stike again (for the 9227582475827589 time) and the little

"oooohhh~ aaaahh~" (which i think is meant to be a throwback to aeolus's theme)

you hear at the beginning before the chants of

"600 men"

makes me wonder,,,, was aeolus trying to help odysseus, calling him to open the wind bag to beat poseidon?

....but the winions did tell him in dangerous

"it was meant to stop you by design"

so were they wanting him to open it and fail again??? almost like a siren's call to open the bag?

maybe... because as hermes said in dangerous

"we went through so much to get this"

as in aeolus didn't willingly hand it over this time? (hermes is the god thieves don't forget, he's stolen from gods before. he was only a baby when he stole apollo's cattle. how hard can a wind bag be?)

but either way what i don't think they expected was for

odysseus "i have the power of friendship & divine rage on my side" of ithaca

to then use said wind bag as a ye olde greek jetpack and (monsterously) curb stomp poseidon till he begs for mercy (and sounds so good doing it too) (sorry not sorry)

[wandering-aloneo-o]

okay i think all of these are easily some of the coolest things i own now

thank you so so much @bloggingboutburgers for doing this kickstarter!!! (and also everyone who made it possible to follow through with!)

i absolutely adore all the comics you make about your aroace experience, they seriously mean so much to me :D

[brodyfoxxsmassivetits]

CHOP SUEY!

when I say I've got parasites in my head I just mean the sad little green man the jingles around in there btw

i feel like if I don't draw him enough I'm like a POSER Eduardo fan..which I just can't have

need to be duining it up MONTHLY!!... weekly!!!!!...daily?

daily duin blog incoming????

I've got many an opinion on him post the-end

a HUSK of his former abrasive kinda awful self. I don't think grieving makes him less awful of a person but it definitely makes him think, but mostly lay in bed and wallow...and cry

Bros getting his eyeliner everywhere cleanup on isle him

I like the idea of him being..well horrible and distraught while mark is completely fine(in denial)

call him the grim reaper the way bitches die after he touches them, a kill count of TWO is not good big dawg..not good at all

anyways while I'm Eduardo posting here's other doodles I also like(FEATURING HIM??!?)

[makeriia]

Fantober day 31!! A free day again.

Recently gotten into HADES, and I think about them a normal amount (lie)

[larabar]

"so, that was fun"

[clottedscream]

“it’s just a warmup sketch,” i say to myself. “i’m just gonna warm up on shading and coloring. i’m just warming up on anatomy.” my spine crackles from sitting in shrimp stance for 2 hours. “just to warm up.”

[solarpunkani]

PROGRESS!!!!!!

[rookeryyy]

my webfishing art feature is glitched the hake out but we go forth anyway

I LOVE THEM!!! beautiful shapeshiftercore life <3

[ignatiusteto]

i think sacred music in the kryn dynasty would be very cyclical and repetitive in form to symbolize the idea that life is a continuous thing (at least those who are consecuted right right) and is a cycle across lifetimes and yeah

[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

TOURNAMENT MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

Blink

Synopsis

In an abandoned house, the Weeping Angels wait. The only hope to stop them is a young woman named Sally Sparrow and her friend Larry Nightingale. The only catch: the Weeping Angels can move in the blink of an eye. To defeat the ruthless enemy — with only a half of a conversation from the Tenth Doctor as help — the one rule is this: don't turn your back, don't look away and don't blink!

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

City of Death

Synopsis

While taking in the sights of Paris in 1979, the Fourth Doctor and Romana sense that someone is tampering with time. Who is the mysterious Count Scarlioni? Why does he seem to have counterparts scattered through time? And just how many copies of the Mona Lisa did Leonardo da Vinci paint?

Propaganda

even if your not a classic who fan, you have seen moments from this, “wonderful butler, he’s so violent”, “youre a beautiful woman, probably”, “if you wanted an omelette I’d expect to find a pile of broken crockery, a cooker in flames, and an unconscious chef”. The location shooting, iconic, the music, iconic, the plot, so iconic I was once watching something (non doctor who) that referenced it as a fake historical event. Dare I say duggan is the greatest side character of all time. Romana’s outfit, the design of scaroth, the implication time lords can fly. it’s not my favourite overall, but its damn near close, it deserves AT LEAST the semi finals, AT LEAST. If you’ve not seen it or any classic who, go watch it, its so good, one of the best of the era. Also, how could I forget, the most watched episode on broadcast out of all of doctor who, including new who. (yes it was because itv was off the air due to strikes, but im glad its this episode that holds the record) (anonymous)