#this song rewired my brain

[incorrect-tbosas]

[swirlingyouintomypoems]

One thing abt me is I will ALWAYS start crying to what was I made for? Over things I swear that im over

[residentrookie]

✨️

OOOH yes i have a perfect one for u

[kitekaito]

I REMEMBERRR I REMEMBER I REMEMBERRRRRRRR

THIS SONG SEDUCES ME

[7cfc00]

self recognition through the other (we depress to impress, i guess)

[typewriter-worries]

pull me like an animal out of a hole

every other freckle, alt j | dante and virgil in hell, william-adolphe bouguereau

[lonestardust]

Tell me what you’re willing to do. Kiss it kiss it better, baby..

[zer0expektation]

Isha jamming out to her preferred audience of one;

[littlespoonevan]

when hozier said "do you think i'd give up? that this might've shook the love from me" and "if someone asked me at the end i'd tell the put me back in it" and "heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i" and "so someone with your eyes might come and hold me like water or christ, hold me like a knife" and "the memory hurts but does me no harm, your hand in my pocket to keep us both warm" and "i will not be great but i'm grateful to get through, the feeling came late, i'm still glad i met you" and "i remember the view, streetlights in the dark blue, the moment i knew i'd no choice but to love you" and "if there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact, they didn't do it right" and "i don't need to know where we begin and end, i'd still know you, not being shown you, i only need the workin' of my hands" and-

[tues-dayy]

Completely forgot about this AOS!McKirk edit I made a while ago so here it is because I am still Obsessed with these two

+ pixel art I also made ages ago that's just been rotting in my drafts

[incorrect-tbosas]

okay but here's why the old therebefore scene in the movie matters to me so much.

lucy gray thought she won, and then then snakes came after and they kept coming. any hope of winning was dwindling rapidly after seeing what they did to the other tributes.

so she decides to do what she does best. she sings.

that was lucy gray's final fuck you, her swan song, this was her going out with dignity. the capitol did not get to change her. they will not get that luxury. they will not get that satisfaction.

and then she sees that they won't hurt her, and she decides to show the capitol just how much power a measly district 12 girl can wield, so she sings straight into that camera. she reminds them of WHAT they are trying to quell. they are not the master of her fate.

she is.

[khruschevshoe]

The Haunting of Amy Pond

Amy Pond, Doctor Who | aletterinthenameofsanity, there are lessons in life no one should have to learn (pretty little things wilt away)

(In which I read @aletterinthenameofsanity's Amy Pond character study and I just had to pull out my favorite lines and put them to images from the show because the imagery kicked me in the nuts.)

[pumpkinsouppe]

I HAD SO MUCH FUN DRAWING THIS FDJKSLF:J love experimenting with this style omg

I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THIS IM JANUARY WHEN I FINISHED THE GAME but I have been so crazy busy I haven’t been able to play 😭😭, I’ve barely had time for video games I’m starting to run out of journal spreads too fjdkf. So PLEASE no end game spoilers in tags 🙏🙏🙏 I’m very close to finishing the game

Below is the real version and an alternate version but both are spoilers so DO NOT look at them if you haven't played Bomb Rush (on my knees shaking and crying trying to get people to play)

Real version is on the left (Felix) and alternate version is on the right (Red Felix). I LOVEEEEEE that when you talk to Bel in Mataan she asks if you are Red or Red Felix, that's just such a small detail that gives so much ownership to the player omg.

I cannot express how unbelievably happy this game makes me as someone who grew up playing jsrf. This is everything I could possibly want in a modern adaptation :').

[see-arcane]

(Needless song dissection incoming)

Okay, I know the lyrics match up tonally with Jonathan's stay in Transylvanian Vampire Hell, hence 'so far from home~,' but it's starting to click home to me as something Dracula must have had on his brain as of/just after October 3rd.

The most obvious reason is that, like the rest of the @re-dracula tunes, it would only make sense to have "Inside You" happening within chronological order of events. Why backpedal all the way to the opening for a time-misplaced tune?

But the subtler reason it's most likely placed right around October 3rd's events? Potentially right after Dracula got a look at white-haired, hollow burning-eyed Jonathan in Piccadilly (and got duly mugged at kukri point)? The style of the song. It's a jaunty, whirling, waltzing, stage-ready melody.

The kind of song Dracula would likely never have heard and summarily gotten stuck in his head until he was in England and in reach of a stage. You don't need an invitation to a theatre! Everyone is welcome with a ticket! So he mills inside the same way he idled his way into wolf-browsing at the zoo, and takes in a show. And the music hooks his ear.

Cue today's spectacle, replete with making the one move guaranteed to enrage and devastate his runaway solicitor--so far from (his) home--and lay the groundwork for the young man ultimately crawling back into his thrall. Holiest love and all.

Jonathan won't stay put to be turned and take his place with the Brides like a good new addition? Jonathan wants to join his nuisance busy-brained beloved in mucking up Dracula's plans for England? Jonathan, the man who belongs belonged to him, wants to defy him, strike at him with more than a spade?

Fine.

Mina is damned by force. It is a heinous assault, but the job is done in minutes, the horror left to stain things in the bastard's absence.

But Jonathan? As the tune gleefully, insidiously implies, Dracula wants to shoulder him back through the gamut of their past roles, to take the time to make him plead for mercy that won't come (for him or her), wringing out the old doomed song and dance from his former captive until all the light he saw in his eyes--hollow-burning, strong, vicious, meaning to make the hunter the hunted--go out before Jonathan is dragged, beaten and broken at last, into the state he barely escaped in the castle.

And, like all the knife-twisting acts of that hellish summer stay, Jonathan will have to do it by choice.

Facing the wolves or waiting out the night.

Kill her or join her, my sweet friend. Don't look so sour, Jonathan. No one is forcing you to do this. Ha ha.

Even in his own sourest moods to come--and the bloodsucking fucker will have PLENTY to be sour about in future entries, get wrecked you undead prick--I imagine humming the little tune to himself will be some balm.

Ugh.

[sp1resong]

thylacine song. yeah. uh. i think i'll want to do some sort of instrumental for this one eventually, at which point i would like to upload it to youtube, however for the moment i do not feel like battling my keyboard and thus. instrumen't

(lyrics under the cut)

benjamin

i hope you know we're sorry though that cannot make it right i hope you know, we miss you so; your eyes, your jaws, your stripes

we eulogize your lot in life as though we did not hold the knife we have realized our sins, our lies too late to make it right

we are heir to our selfishness, our violence of old and you? you will never have any heirs at all.

our heart becomes a cemetery (guess i'll see you around) i leave to thee my ghost to carry (in memoriam; aloud) and all my hallowed bones to bury (somewhere deep underground) as once we buried all thy kin alive

thy memory in black-and-white is all that's left to see how is it i can meet thy gaze? a ghost behind the screen

i wish I could apologize for this bitter tragedy i hear thee scream in patterned light, "there are none after me."

our souls become a cemetery (blood spilt on hallowed ground) i gift to thee my heart to carry (one last meal in your mouth) and all my hollow bones to bury (never to be found) as once we buried thy legacy alive

can you hear me where you are? somewhere high above the stars or in the furthest corners of national parks are you so close, and yet so far? are you, then, lost forevermore? a century separates us two and yet, some still believe in you and god, i really hope it's true - but as it stands, when there's no proof…

i swear to thee, thy heart i'll carry (no memory, no sound) and all thy weary bones i'll bury (where you never need be found) with just enough to pay the ferry… (your pelt becomes a shroud) i'm sorry, my old friend, goodnight, goodbye

so rest now, all alone you are, here at your end of days there's nothing you or i can do- too little, too late!

and when your ghost has gone to ground i'll sit down by your grave and pray when they pen your eumony they'll mourn, they'll speak your name