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julieverne · 1 month ago
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I am partway through the first psych novel only to find a deep and critical analysis of beloved Alanis Morissette (it continues overleaf) and it's (in the words of Canada's songstress herself) already won me over (in spite of me)
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pompadourpink · 3 months ago
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It's a new beginning!
Hello children,
September is coming, school too for some of you - often a great moment for a bit of decluttering and a few new good resolutions. Here am I, offering myself as one of them!
As you hopefully know, I started this blog in 2016 and have been a private tutor since the beginning of the pandemic. I have room at the moment for several new students, so here is what I offer:
Classes, obviously - the typical schedule is one hour a week, sometimes one and a half, or one every two weeks, or two every two weeks; typically same day same time (I'm always happy to make adjustments if you work shifts)
Homework, if you can make the time for it. I typically prefer it to be finished by the middle of the week so that I have time to take a look and correct it, giving you the opportunity to give it a second try before class!
Depending on your preferences, either just a few activities so we can take our time, especially if you are a beginner, or something a bit more dynamic consisting in five to ten minute long activities to keep you motivated and alert (which seems to be a crowd's favourite as most of my students are neurodivergent).
Talking activities are typically answering series of questions I share from my Notion, talking about your week, summarising a book or a movie, making me guess a word or a person, or a concept I call "alien talk" where you explain something (like a vaccine or insurance) from scratch to a little red man.
Writing activities are often fictional (I have students create a little character on a website and we write an update about their life regularly), they can also be an overview of your month, a letter to quit your horrible job or convince Snoop Dog to marry you because you are a gold digger.
Transcribing activities, especially at the beginning, are either me reading very easy sentences so you can write them down and memorise the way things sound, then it's episodes from young children's shows, extracts from very famous movies, then we hit harder and turn to gameshows or podcasts.
Translating activities, from one language to another, are a written translation of the first page of a novel (I did the Secret History recently), or a newspapers article (we are working on this one at the moment); or an oral translation of songs lyrics, fairytales, children's books, muted captioned playthroughs of your favourite games on Youtube, etc.
Finally, a few games: silly quizzes, crosswords, Wordle and even Quordle, hangman, and sometimes we even sing if you're comfortable with that.
Here is the link of my website where you will find reviews and a list of what to send me to get the process started. A few things to know:
I try to make the activities fit your preferences: get me a list of what you like and that is what we will work on. If your first language is not English, I am happy to include it, I'm always eager to learn (I've been reviewing my Spanish this way!)
I work without cameras. I don't need to see your face, I just need a voice and a good Internet connection. All students are welcome, no matter if you have an accent, a stutter, or disabilities. Do not be afraid of being judged, there is none of that here.
I ask for your contact information to be able to do my billing, no one else sees it and no one will know if you give me the address of a building in your area if you feel more comfortable this way. If you prefer to have a lesson first and decide that you want to continue before sending me your info, that's also an option.
I have a student and a regular rate, depending on what you can afford, and we can make different arrangements if your country's rate makes it too difficult, I've done it before.
Please comment if you have a question!
Much love,
Rose
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ariesmusingz · 8 months ago
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૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ╱ real talk sentence starters pt 1 ( created using lyrics from man overboard's real talk album. feel free to adjust to fit your muse. )
you could say one of two things
call me sometime or let's hang out
maybe i could help you out
stop acting like you'll ever see me again and like i don't have you figured out
i understand how it works
on paper, we're similar people
we're different people
you're tearing down the walls i built
tell your wrecking crew i welcome you
when the days slow down this summer don't forget
i did two years in your silhouette
your jaws of steel never forgave
it's haunting the way silence sounded
if i fucked up long ago, i'm sorry
i didn't realise it counted
it just wouldn't work out
that's what i'm telling myself
we're just two different people
it's eleven thirty at night
you're in your bed nice and tight
maybe you're dreaming of me
i am calling you
i am wishing you were here
i hope i didn't annoy you today
you answered anyway
i am hearing you
wishing i could feel you too
i miss her
i wanted to tell her
i spoke to myself in the mirror for a while tonight
i made a promise that i would never fuck up having you in my life
i think you're my favourite girl i've ever met
i bought a new notebook for the road
covered it with your area code
it's tattooed by the pen and i wish it was my home
i kinda hate everyone i know
lately i've been feeling so low
come get inside my bed
you make me feel dead by being out there in the unknown
just like a dream
she called me kinda late last night
said she knew everything
all those pretty little words came out
just like i planned she fell into my arms again
i could pretend that i would lie right here forever and wait for the end
you're right we should be together
tonight i could make it better if i just gave up on my stupid little fantasy world
you're right, that was a fake smile
you're right i am in denial
i should just go home to my perfect little fantasy girl
you're my fantasy girl
she crept back up inside my bed
said that she missed everything
all those words that made me fall came out
just like a trap, everything just fell right back
we were on tracck
i could lie with her all night now and wait to react
always turning out for the worst
you were always my most consistent curse
i hope this gets you kind of heated or stings a little if you even read it
bringing everyone down
you left this house feeling empty
it's better than feeling like it's burning to the ground
i can't live with you around anymore
you're blocking out the sound outside my door
i found more
i can't remember all the times that i almost had bruises for being on your side
now i hope that someone gets to you
see you around
you were alright back when we were young
you don't compare to anything that i've found
i wrote you down a letter before i went to sleep
it had all the secrets i could no longer keep
i held them in for so long i was going to break
maybe now i can rest and you will lay awake
i've been trying to escape but something keeps calling me
a feeling i can't shake
the darkness has swallowed me
i can't move fast enough to ditch what has followed me
lighting strikes everything that i touch
this is how it feels for me to be on my own
the sadness has cut me down to the bone
it's so bad
i don't think i'll make it home tonight
there's not enough light in your house that you could leave on for me tonight
there's not enough fights i could lose to justify how i feel tonight
if this would come true, i wonder what's really real tonight
if this makes any sense at all then push my back up against the wall
try calling your friends and asking what they have heard
you're looking for the gossip and hanging on every word
i'm not made
it's cute, it's actually absurd
i can't believe someone loves me so much
i've been failing every test and late for the makeup
left alone at your request as you do your make up
i know that i won't make this alright before it's over now tonight
i know that this won't be the last time i walk these streets
i hang my head
i wish i was dead
at my best, i'd suggest i've been weird since she left
it's normal autumn stuff
i guess i never thought enough
look at me
almost free from my crippling disease
shoot bullets through my foot
i think that'd work out real good
call me out
she's calling me out
i guess she didn't know better
she called me out
i guess that's why she's got her own man now
she's doing fine
she's got her own man now
what's she talking about>
at my best, put to test i'd score average or less
i can't apply myself
if i could just untie myself
she wants the yes's
gets the no's
before long there she goes
i guess she dug too deep
now she's just too bugged to sleep
you made yourself the guest of honor
the party got stopped and everybody just went home
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jessicaaatje · 2 years ago
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Quoting Song Lyrics
Reader x uswnt (platonic)
Summary: Reader starts quoting song lyrics...
A/n: So instead of making a whole incorrect quotes series of reader quoting song lyrics, I decided to make just a fic of it. The incorrect quotes can you find here and here. It comes from a prompt list that you can find here.
Enjoy!
Practice was hard today. Somehow you laid more on the grass then that you were standing, and that for a practice. Two things kept you from storming off the field right now.
Thing one was that you almost knew for certain that you would start in the next game, if you would leave the training now, you don't even think you would be playing the next game.
Thing two was that the one song you listened to before you came on the field was keeping you up. The thing was when you listened to your music, you knew that when your headphones were off, you would be stuck with the songs you heard, and that was now the problem.
Again, you hit the ground, you decided to lay for a second more. 'I'm a survivor', you mumbled behind your breath. Apparently, Tobin decided to bring you to the ground, but she was nice enough to help you up, meanwhile hearing you mutter something.
'Did you say something?', she asked. You Shaked your head in reply, but you said nonetheless thank you.
You were lucky it wasn't a day where one of you got mic'd up, because if your teammates found out that you were quoting song lyrics in practice, you knew they would always remember.
'I'm not gonna give up', you continued, hoping that you won't hit the turf much more before training would end. And it seems like somebody heard your prayers, because practice has ended, and you didn't eat any more grass.
It was time for you to go back to the locker rooms, you walked next to Ashley Sanchez, but it was not your intention to let you hear your next sentence: 'Nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be so hard', what you didn't expect was that Ashley heard you and needed to smother her laughter when she realized you were quoting "The Scientist" from Coldplay.
Ashley was smart enough to keep her mouth shut and not to say anything if she wanted to hear you quote a song once again.
Now arrived at the locker room you sat in your cube, next to Emily Sonnett. If she caught you quoting any song lyrics, you knew your teasing free life would end. You had some more songs in your head, and your mouth just couldn't keep shut.
'I found it hard, was hard to find, oh well, whatever, never mind', this time it was time for Nirvana.
'Oh my god, y/n, are you quoting a song?', you were doomed when you heard this sentence come out of the mouth of Sonnett. You wanted to go through the floor now, because Sonnett got the attention of most of the girls who were in ear range.
And still your mouth couldn't keep shut, while you were shaking your head you said accidently: 'I feel stupid and contagious'.
'If you are quoting lyrics now, were you doing that also on the field when I helped you up?', Tobin asked. 'Sadly', you mumbled in response.
'I know you love to listen to music, but does this mean you can sing also?', somebody asked.
'I'm worse at what I do best', was your reply while shrugging your shoulders.
'Are you saying now that you say that your bad in soccer or in singing?', Christen scolded you for saying something like this.
'Singing', you said.
'I think you can sing really good', Mallory Pugh chimed in, 'why don't you let us hear more?'
'Because I just can't sing', your reply was fast. Grabbing your stuff to head to the bus.
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Who thought it was smart to play a board game with 24 people? But for you it was much better then to play truth or dare or watch a horror movie. So somebody thought it was fun to play yatzee and it was finally your turn.
The dices were given to you and here it came. You were thanks to a lucky roll on the winning side.
'I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes', you sang, ''viva la vida'' was one of your favourite songs from Coldplay and you knew the song all too well. Next thing you knew was that you felt something itch.
You looked around and saw Rose, with only one shoe on, the item that hurt you was her other shoe.
'Stop it please, or I will throw a book at you', Rose said trying to send you a glare.
'I'm sorry I can't help myself', you threw your hands up, but only to take the cookie roll the winner would get, and you had won obviously.
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silvysartfulness · 8 months ago
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top 5 colors, top 5 song lyrics, OR top 5 cooking utensils. or all of the above if you dare >:3
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Favourite colours: 1. Green. Green is my absolute favourite colour spectrum, and I especially lean into shades of jade, olive and moss. 2. Purple. Another strong contender! I like somewhat muted jewel tones of purple - aubergine, lavender, amethyst 3. Teal and turquoise, especially the deeper tones. 4. Graphite greys and blacks. Shades that are both objectively pretty and that I like to wear. 5. Hnnngh, how can I choose... I like muted chocolate browns, like dark stained wood. Rust is pretty, as are gold and silver as contrast colours... but if I can only pick one, I think I'll go with blue, especially smokey, muted mid-range blues.
Colours is one of those things my autistic brain is very attuned to. I am very aware of all colours around me, and colour is always a very important variable in choosing one thing over another. Favourite song lyrics: 1. Hurts, Emili Sande It hurts the way that you pretend you don't remember It hurts the way that you forget our times together Like the time laid in bed when you said it's forever, baby I can't, I can't explain no more Baby, I'm not made of stone, it hurts Loving you the way I do, it hurts When all that's left to do is watch it burn Oh baby, I'm not made of stone, it hurts (Straight up the lyrics that inspired those scenes in Heaven) 2. A Beautiful Lie, Thirty Seconds To Mars It's time to forget about the past To wash away what happened last Hide behind an empty face Don't ask too much just say Cause this is just a game It's a beautiful lie It's a perfect denial Such a beautiful lie to believe in So beautiful, beautiful, it makes me (A very Xue Yang in Yi City song to me)
3. Damaged People, Depeche Mode We're damaged people, drawn together By subtleties that we are not aware of Disturbed souls, playing out forever These games that we once thought we would be scared of When you're in my arms The world makes sense There is no pretense And you're crying When you're by my side There is no defense I forget to sense I'm dying (This has been on so many character/ship playlists...)
4. Illusion, VNV Nation A part of your soul ties you to the next world Or maybe to the last, but I'm still not sure But what I do know, is to us the world is different As we are to the world but I guess you would know that Please don't go, I want you to stay I'm begging you please, please don't leave here I don't want you to hate for all the hurt that you feel The world is just illusion trying to change you (Love this both for characters and myself)
5. Dawn, Poets Of The Fall When darkness is no less than everything you've built become undone There's no fight and no flight, disaster leaves your passion overrun It's time to let go, it's time to carry on with the show Don't mourn what is gone, greet the dawn And I will be standing by your side Together we'll face the turning tide Remembrance, can be a sentence, but it comes to you with a second chance in tow Don't lose it, don't refuse it, 'cause you cannot learn a thing you think you know A new light is warm, shining down on you after the storm Don't mourn what is gone, greet the dawn (One of my absolute favourite songs. Another I love both for myself and so many characters)
Music more for the blorbos than me, maybe? But these are songs that I like a lot. Though actually, the vast majority of the music on my playlists is actually either instrumental or in languages I don't speak? Sometimes, especially when writing, lyrics can be too distracting. But I do have some workhorses that have been on many a blorbo playlist, and many of the above songs certainly qualify. 😂
Top Cooking utensils: 1. Tea ball thingies. Most of our tea is loose leaf, so you need a tea strainer to steep the tea. We have a bouquet of a dozen or so in a little vase over the kettle, and I use them daily. 2. Cooking pliers? I guess? I use those just about every time I need to fry something, to be able to both poke and flip even small bits and pieces. (they're plastic, they don't scratch the pan!) 3. Pasta ladle. We have a very pretty one shaped like a green leaf! (Remember how I said green's my favourite colour? Luckily it's wife's, too, so a lot of our china and kitchen utensils are green! In fact, the pliers above are green, too!) 4. Wooden fork spatula. The other go-to for frying things, when you need to stir stuff about. 5. Wait, does the electric kettle count? Because I absolutely use that daily too! Heating water both for tea and for ramen and similar.
Hah, did them all! Thank you for playing! 😂
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karlachismylife · 25 days ago
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10, 18, 63 of this ask game!!! 😏🧡
Yayy hello my love! Thank you for sending in hehee sorry I'm a yapper...
10. Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up
At first I was like: oh shit I actually don't have a WIP that has text in it? (my writing process is Something Else) unless I wanted to say that Queen of the Clan is one massive WIP but posting stuff from already published chapters is no fun. But then I remembered I had something started for fem!ghoap and although no one blinks there (yet), have the closest thing here lmao
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18. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?
Most often (like with all my Love Is Illegal Celebration fics for example) it's after I finish writing, sometimes (especially if it's a big and/or multi-part one) it comes in the process. I think I only has started with a title a few times and that was because my mind came up with a beautiful phrase/good pun that unraveled into a story later.
I like naming stuff after I finish it, because it allows me to know the vibe and the details of the story - since my favourite thing to do is take a rather small detail and make a title out of it (for example, in "Flutter Into The Sky" reader is compared to a butterfly maybe once or twice, but that's the image I used to title the whole thing). My art/writing is very much about finding little images, unusual combinations, it might be less evident in my English writing, but when I write in my native language I am constantly seeking some unconventional comparisons and such, so putting them into the title is the thing for me.
But I also like puns (sorry but I'll never understand why people consider puns dumb/unfunny/stupid sort of humor, it's actually quite hard to come up with a good and original pun), hense every chapter in my hyena au (which is about spotted hyenas specifically) is named with an idiom that contains the word "spot" in it. I literally just have a list of the idioms opened and since I know what the chapter will contain, I just seek something that more or less relates to the content (like oh they'll be having lunch in that chapter - here's "a spot of lunch"). What will I do once I run out of the idioms? No idea, but I dread the day.
And finally, song lyrics/titles. It's actually something I only started doing here, on tumblr (actually, wrong, I just remembered that my biggest fic of all times is called Hoist the colours). Between the "Total Eclipse of the Heart" with Karlach x Soap coming to me in literal vision (a pun, see?) and me trying to promote some oldschool songs by naming my celebration challanges after them (cuz you know, when I celebrated 30 subs, I used a song with the number 30 in it, and so with a hundred...), I just thought I'd stick to using songs for this. So at first I wanted to name evey Love Is Illegal fic after a song with the number 100 in it, but that turned out to be too complicated, so I just started taking songs that had lyrics and/or vibes more or less suited for the stories. And of course most of the time the song needs to pass the test of "does it feel nice to read the fic while listening to it on repeat".
63. Something you hate to see in smut.
There's actually not much I hate to see in smut. Most of the time it's just things I'm not into (like, I honestly don't get dacryphilia, so if it's the main point of the fic, I'll probably just stop reading it), so I simply close it and move on. And most of the kinks I'm not into I can still read and sometimes even enjoy if written well, so there's really not much that can make me feel actual hate. When I'm reading smut in my native language, there's a big problem with uhhh words they use to avoid saying "cock" and, even worse, "pussy". I think English writers can have this problem too, but I'll be honest, the things I sometimes see in smut are like... top cringe ever. And the thing is, I can't even really blame them, because somehow writing "pussy" and "clit" and other words that are totally okay and sexy in English smut, makes for the most cringe-inducing Russian smut. They just don't match the vibe, "pussy" is kinda very much cringe, "cunt" is actually very vulgur so it's suited only for a specific style of writing/scene, "vulva" is like the one I always end up using but it's quite awkward and feels too official/medical, and "vagina" and "clit/clitoris" sound too out of place and almost medical. Of course there are ways to avoid the cringe and to write amazing smut, and I bet the reason why all the words naming fem genitalis feel so "dirty" "unsexy" and "degrading" is some deep rooted mysoginy, but it's honestly mental gymnastics every time. So while I get the struggle of people decribing "little warm caves of love" and "jade wands", maybe just don't, buddy, maybe just write "and then they FUCKED".
So yeah. If I hate anything in smut, it's when it's written real bad, all the other things make me upset, but not hateful. Like, I actually struggle when there's no love to feel between characters. And I also somehow tend to feel whether or not the author was putting in that love, I can't explain it, but I actually had this confirmed several times, so yeah, no love = no happy Juju. But not just in smut, any work without love just feels wrong and upsetting to me. But in smut it is especially important if there's degradation and such involved, cuz sorry, but I can only survive being/seeing a fave character being called a cumwhore, a cocksleeve and a useles slut if it's VERY EVIDENT that they don't actually mean it. Otherwise okay bye Imma go jump off a cliff.
I don't know how I manage to combine some unhinged fantasies and kinks with this need for love to be at core of literally everything, but I actually have seen other people so it so beautifully, so I know I'm not alone and it is possible to be a freak and a romantic.
P.S. Decided to add that I actually think that vulva is a very sexy word, but unfortunately I have only written for some very brute masculine barbarian at heart women so they would never actually use this word organically. They're more inclined to call their genitals "cunt" but since they all were fucking other women and afab people that they were deeply in love with, they couldn't call their loved ones' parts this rude word either. Smut is a struggle comrades.
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exhuastedpigeon · 9 months ago
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WAIT NO ONE ASKED YOU QUESTIONS!?
Okay. Every single odd number on that list.
I reblogged that post last night and fell asleep almost immediately after 😂😂! Thanks for asking Tanis!!
1. Share a song that makes you think of [fic title] Afraid of Heights by boygenius always makes me think about it hurts to hope for more. I listened to that song on repeat while writing it that no whenever I heart it I think about that fic.
3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written? That's like asking me for my favourite child (not that I have kids). I'm sticking with buddie fics here since I have almost 150 fics on Ao3 and that's way too many to think about.
Honestly, there ain't no turning back might be my favourite even though it isn't fully published!
Or I really love gold when you see me too.
5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write? Answered here :)
7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now? Uhhh too many?? I have 5 'active' wips (meaning I'm actually working on them a little bit) and like 20 other ideas. I tend to get an idea, work on it like my hair is on fire, and then when I lose the beans half the time the wip goes to collect dust.
9. Do you write every day? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what you’ve written! I try to write every day, even if it's just one sentence! Here's something I updated from the NHL AU today!
Buck’s much less self destructive now, thank you team mandated therapy and a bit of heartbreak, but he still has a big personality. He’s got the kind of personality that used to land him on Don Cherry’s shit list before he was finally kicked off Hockey Night in Canada for being a racist old fuck. But, that personality of his means he’s the kind of guy who the Kings marketing team loves because he’s down for basically anything they throw at him. 
11. Do you have specific playlists for writing fics? I tend to find a couple of songs that match the vibe I'm going for or that really inspire me and then listen to those on repeat.
13. How much planning do you do before writing? Answered here
15. How do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters? Usually song lyrics! Sometimes a title comes into my head out of nowhere, but usually I end up searching for a lyric that feels right.
17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic? I learned all about the best sunrise views at the southern rim of the Grand Canyon for there ain't no turning back! It made me really want to go to see the sunrise there, even more than I already wanted to before!
19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs. This is from my NHL AU! In the fic Buck is Canadian and when they go to Canada on a road trip Buck has to scope out a Tim Hortons immediately.
It would be a lie to say that as soon as they landed in Ottawa Buck went to Tim Hortons, because they landed at 11:45, only a couple of hours after a win in Buffalo. It’s been a long and cold east coast trip - they’re on the road for almost 10 days for this one and Ottawa is the third to last stop.  It wouldn’t be a lie to say that the first thing Buck did when he woke up in their hotel was to jump out of bed, wake Eddie up in the bed next to him, and drag him to the Tim Hortons next to the hotel.  And listen, Buck knows that objectively Timmies is just fine. It isn’t bad, it’s just not actually good either. But he’s a Canadian boy, he grew up on Timbits after practice with Maddie and hanging out in the Tim Hortons parking lots during high school, at least for the couple years he was around before moving to Kitchner to play juniors. Tim Hortons will always have a special place in his heart.
21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why? Yeah, it was a scene that I wrote really early in the writing process and by the time I finished the fic the scene just didn't fit the vibe. I ended up using bits of it in another fic though, so it wasn't all a waste!
23. How do you choose where to end a chapter (if you have multi-chapter works)? I try to find a natural stopping point, but typically I don't write chaptered fics. I think of my 149 on Ao3 only like 15 of them are chaptered, maybe less.
25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing? I've made myself WEEP while writing and weep again while rereading later.
27. Is there a fic you were nervous to post/share? Why? I was a little nervous to share it hurts to hope for more because it was a really important fic to me (and really personal to me in some ways). I didn't want people to hate it because it felt so close to my heart.
29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.) I don't think I'll ever finish this fic so I'll share a bit here. When I saw on the fandom wiki that Eddie and Buck were actually probably the same age (1991/1992) I started a fic that's a snippet of each of their lives at the same time period. This is from the Eddie - 18 section.
There was a little plus sign on three separate pregnancy tests. Eddie rests his head on the bathroom counter, hunching over from where he’s sitting on the edge of the bathtub in Shannon’s bathroom. To her credit, Shannon looks like she’s holding it together more than he is. He was leaving for basic in a month and a half, she was supposed to be moving out of state for college in two.  Eddie took a deep breath, then another, before looking up at Shannon again. Her eyes were red rimmed, but otherwise she looked composed. He pushed down the fear that was threatening to crawl out of his chest, up his throat, and out of his mouth and instead said, “Whatever you want to do, I’ve got your back.” “I want to keep it,” Shannon said after a beat.  “Okay, then we keep it,” Eddie reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. “What do we do now?” “I have no fucking idea,” Shannon half laughed, half sobbed. Eddie stood up and wrapped her in a hug, holding her to his chest. 
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a-s-levynn · 2 years ago
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Two days ago i came home to visit my mom during the holiday and stuff. The constant problem is music because it's a must at all times in the house, it always was since i was little. Now i usually listen to the heavier screamy growly kinda stuff and she isn't really fond of that so there are usually compromises. When she had enough we put on something she really likes and when i can't bear that we switch again etc.
Now i was like great here is Sleep Token, it's melodic and Vessel has a beyond pleasent voice. It's perfect, she is probably gonna be mostly okay with that, i can just set the entire discography up and see how long she will bear with it. Boy was that an underestimation on my part.
Before the end of the first day i already heard the sentence out of her mouth "in this one(meaning ST in general) even the screaming is pretty nice" (this was after hearing Gods for the first time) and i almost choked on my morning energy drink after "send me links i want to listen to this depressed guy more later" like yeah.. sure.. i'm.. i'm gonna send you links of the depressed guy's music. I don't know why but the way she said it was hilarious and at this point i haven't disclosed any lore to her i just wanted to show the music. (By now she does know most of the lore and talked her through a good chunk of the lyrics)
Today when she went to take an afternoon nap i was like yeah i'm gonna let her rest and went to turn down the volume and less than 3 seconds later she appeared in the door questioning me why the music was quiter, she can't hear it properly in the other room, turn it back up. I even heard her hum along to some of the melodies.
The best thing she said so far "i don't understand the words of what this man is singing about but i can guess he is not happy. Is it about sad things right? I feel that. But i like it because it feels more comforting instead of making me sad as well." And i love this a lot.
Btw her current favourite is the room below version of Bloodsport.
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18, 19 & 23 wifey
Good afternoon dearest darling wife of mine! <3
18. What was the hardest fic to title?
Maybe I Got My Spoon (inside your jar)? I really wanted a Zeppelin lyric, but couldn't find one that fit. @butcherbacterium came in clutch with recommending that lyric from Candy Store Rock.
19. Share your favourite opening line
Oh, that honour goes to Only Get (My Rocks) Off: They say that every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings. Every time Remus has to listen to his neighbour’s fucking drainpipe clink against the side of the house, Remus gets a migraine and a hard-on. 
23. Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out?
The first thing that came to mind was the mini epilogue at the end of You Grew Tall (I stayed the same). The first couple sentences were really clunky for a long time, until I went in and fixed them a month or so ago. Final product: It’s a clear April afternoon and Sirius is in the office of the tiny flat that he and Remus share in Shoreditch. Remus is out for the day, so he’s decided to do a spot of Spring cleaning. The window is propped open to let in the fresh air, Tangerine drifting in from the front room where they keep the turn-table. He’s already tidied up the book shelf, and has made a discard-pile of books on the leather armchair in the corner for Moony to sort through when he gets home.
2023 year in review fic writer asks
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wolfgirl-valentine · 1 year ago
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Rules: Put your playlist on shuffle. For each of the 10 interview questions, select a lyric from the random song that comes up. (Skip if there aren’t any lyrics and make sure to drop the name of the song in your interview answer!)
First off, how would you describe yourself in one sentence?
She’s got a face full of tears held back by the strenght of five
Ruby- Foster the People
What kind of [Libra] are you?
Most of what I used to be had vanished in the waves
Wasteland- Woodkid
You’re visiting your favourite spot. What are you thinking about?
Thinking I’d be strong there But I was a fool
The Winner Takes It All- ABBA
If your life was a movie, what do you think the first review would say about it?
Don’t believe in God don’t believe in that shit
Evil Eye- Franz Ferdinand
Say you get a book deal. What are you titling the memoir?
Got shackles on, my words are tied Fear can make you compromise whit the lights turned up it’s hard to hide sometimes I wanna disapear
Houdini- Foster the People
What would you say about your best friends?
You are the night you are the ocean you are the light behind the cloud
Beyond -Daft Punk
Think back to when you had everything all figured out in high school. What was your life motto as a teenager?
Now there’s no holding back I’m making to attack
Howl - Florence + The Machine (all lies, i have never have a thing figured out in my life)
Describe your aesthetic now
It’s not easy as willing it all to be right gotta be more than hoping it’s right
Hands Open- Snow Patrol
What’s a lyric that they’ll quote in your eulogy?
He opened his eyes, as black as a dream Trying to speak, his only words a scream
Born in the Month of Darkness - Copilot Music+Sound(From the OST of Dishonored 2!)
And for our final question, say you believe in soulmates. What do you think their first impression of meeting you would be?
But inside you your heart it’s black and it’s hollow and it’s cold
The Hand That Feeds- Nine Inch Nails
Thanks for the tag!! @watercubebee
too shy to tag anyone if you want to do it, do it! :)
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Analysis of Avatrice as Talk and NFWMB by Hozier
I’ve been thinking abt these songs and how well they could be about Ava and Beatrice so here goes nothing
Disclaimer: this analysis is completely detached from the original meanings behind the songs. I approached the lyrics on their own and by completely ignoring the original intentions behind them.
Bea’s POV - Talk
The song begins with the line:
I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus When her body was found
Instantly, two things - first off, Avatrice is very the-myth-of-Orpheus-and-Eurydice coded and secondly, there is no way Beatrice doesn't know all about greek mythology and in particular about this exact myth. I just know her gay ass knows it by heart and is very deep into greek mythology. And also it reminds me of Portrait of a Lady on Fire which I cannot imagine not being a favourite of Beatrice's.
About the actual line - the so-called voice is one that urges Orpheus to go to the Underworld and try bring back the love of his life - Eurydice (exposing him to danger, making him do something irrational).
Beatrice risked the mission and the world in order to keep Ava and it makes a lot of sense she would see herself in this 'voice'. A voice urging to be followed into the greatest of dangers.
This ties to the next lines as well.
I'd be the choiceless hope in grief That drove him underground I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee That made him turn around And I'd be the immediate forgiveness In Eurydice
She sees herself as the problem. The problem which leads to all danger.
The narrator sees himself as all dangerous and tempting and so does Beatrice. Her feelings are putting their mission, their lives to danger. She sees herself as something that needs to be put out, a fire that is a little bit too dangerous.
As for the forgiveness in Eurydice, I assume it speaks to the part after Orpheus looks back. To me this is acceptance of this vision of herself. She has accepted she is someone, who imperils the natural, right, way of things and has based a shit ton of her decisions on that information.
Imagine being loved by me
And then there is the actual craving that peeks underneath it all - Beatrice actually dreams of taking care of Ava. But actually she already does, she wants Ava to just try and imagine it - what they could be together. She isn't even asking of her to actually answer Beatrice's call, to be loved, she wants her to imagine it. It doesn't have to be reality. She wants Ava even if it is only in her dreams. It is an image she often thinks of and doesn't dare try to make into reality.
But it also reveals something more. She knows what she can offer. The image is a good one. She knows the lengths to which she will go in order to have Ava. She knows how much she can give (because she has already done that before in her life, probably didn't end well). She probably knows it's not good for her, but she cannot help herself.
It could also be a kind of question to herself and to Ava, which she tries to answer in her head. Can Ava imagine being loved by Beatrice? Is that a possibility?
I won't deny I've got in my mind now All the things I would do So I try to talk refined for fear that you find out How I'm imaginin' you
Beatrice fantasises about Ava. About what they can be and all the things she would do. Not only when they are together, but also to get them be together. Whether that be changing seats in the van or killing off 30 armed men.
And she does talk refined. She calculates all her words and rethinks her sentences 3 times before saying them out loud. She doesn't give away her internal monologue (not with words anyway). She is reserved because she does not want to rebut their mission (and the world's well being for that matter), but also because she is scared of rejection. Right, the tough, calculating and precise Beatrice has feelings. Feelings that run very deep to say the least. And Beatrice is scared. Scared of her feelings, scared of letting the world down, scared of letting Ava down.
She talks refined in an attempt to hide behind her words, or rather sometimes lack there of. She talks refined to hide away her fear.
I'd be the last shred of truth In the lost myth of true love I'd be the sweet feeling of release Mankind now dreams of That's found in the last witness Before the wave hits, marvelling at God Before he feels alone one final time and marries the sea Imagine being loved by me
This second verse to me is once again about all the things Beatrice can and is so willing to give to Ava. All the good things she can be for Ava in the time they have together, before it all goes to hell.
I won't deny I've got in my mind now All the things I would do So I try to talk refined for fear that you find out How I'm imaginin' you x2
It is Beatrice finally accepting it all - her love for Ava, her attraction towards her, all the things she feels with her (old and new), all the thoughts that keep her awake at night, all the things she would do, all the circling around the point, all her passion.
and then
Ava's POV - NFWMB
NFWMB begins with the lines:
When I first saw you The end was soon
This line to me refers to the end of Ava's ordinary life, the end of the world as they know it and the end of Shannon's life as well.
'The end' was what brought them together and what (tried to) set them apart.
Ava remembers the exact moments she first saw Beatrice and how that was connected to the 'ending of the world'. Most importantly how that made her feel.
To Bethlehem it slouched And then, it must've caught a good look at you
Biblical references, of course, very on brand :). The end (?) slouched for Bethelehem, I interpret as a very destructive force headed for something divine. And this also fits the setting of Warrior Nun quite well, which kind of wraps it up with the exposition and gives way to Ava's feelings.
Might be a little bit of a stretch, but I feel like giving an exposition is the way Ava has been taught to begin stories, because of all the TV and books she has seen/read. She tells this story like a tale.
Give your heart and soul to charity 'Cause the rest of you The best of you Honey, belongs to me
And now we enter our topic of interest - Avatrice.
Ava knows how pure Bea's heart is and this mission that she is so emerged in seems like charity work. Not that Ava thinks Bea's intentions are entirely pure, more so that she knows how unintentionally Bea has gifted her youth to something, to a cause, to a belief. She has seen enough brutality. She knows that Bea's devotion has grown to be very strong.
But this devoted, ghost of a person that Beatrice has given to the OCS is not what her heart contains. Ava sees that. The rest of Beatrice is in Ava's eyes not 'the rest', but actually the most essential part of her. This part shines so brightly for Ava. And even though Camila and Mother Superion for example know that there is more to Beatrice, they have not seen her like that, they have not been able to read her so clearly.
This part of Beatrice is exclusively reserved for Ava, and her alone.
This line also exudes a lot of confidence. Confidence Ava has and shows, confidence with which she moves through the world and which is also one of the things that Bea is so attracted to.
She isn't being cocky or flaunting Bea's feelings, rather is telling a very big truth in a very honest way. This type of honesty about such big feelings can only work between two people who have complete trust and know how to communicate.
Ain't it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves? Ain't it like thunder under earth, the sound it makes? Ain't it exciting you, the rumble where you lay? Ain't you my baby, ain't you my baby?
This brings a very new perspective to the world surrounding them and a direct opposite to the way Beatrice feels in the world. Ava reveals a type of sweetness in all the danger. This is not to say that it is fun to see so many get killed or to have to fight such brutal fights, but to call out an inevitable truth of it all - they are not doing it all for selfless reasons. In fact, a lot of what they do is for selfish reasons and there is no need to hide that. Ava seems to be very honest, while Beatrice is one to conceal.
What they do, even if motivated partly by inevitably selfish reasons, is still very hard. This is Ava’s appeal to Beatrice to relax and loosen up.
Nothing fucks with my baby Nothing can get a look in on my baby Nothing fucks with my baby Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Ava has been very protective of Bea, risking it all not only once. And even though Bea has done the same, it is different with Ava. Bea is everything Ava has and the first person who has been there for her and continues to be by her side, no matter what. So Ava will fight with teeth and claws to protect that. The repetition of ‘nothing’ seems to highlight how Ava would do anything and everything to protect Beatrice.
If I was born as a blackthorn tree I'd wanna be felled by you Held by you Fuel the pyre of your enemies
Blackthorn trees are associated with witchcraft and ill omen. The Halo feels like a burden to carry, almost like carrying the cross. In a situation where Ava has to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders, the only thing she wants is to be ‘felled’ by her lover. It is a play of words - the word sounds both like ‘felled’ and ‘felt’. Felled as in saved from it all. Saved like how christians aim to be saved by God, only God is a divine woman named Beatrice. And felt as in not only physically, but also emotionally. She wants them to be together in all ways possible. Physically, emotionally, here, now or somewhere else, some time else. In this life or the next.
Fuel the pyre of your enemies is an act of devotion. She wants to do the dirty work, she wants Beatrice to know.
Ain't it warming you, the world gone up in flames? Ain't it the life you, your lighting of the blaze? Ain't it a waste they'd watch the throwing of the shade? Ain't you my baby, ain't you my babe?
While the world is burning, so is their growing mutual love. The world burning is after all what brought them together, because of it they met at all. Ava is using the world going up in flames as a metonymy for their love growing bigger.
The world going up in flames is also the umbrella that covers their love story. While the world will be busy with its own destruction, underneath it all a great love story will have ran. An undercurrent determining the fate of the world. It is after all their love that is the core of it all, the determinator of fate.
Nothing fucks with my baby Nothing can get a look in on my baby Nothing fucks with my baby Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
And one last time, nothing can do harm to Beatrice as long as Ava is there. Nothing can even try and take a glance at bisexual jesus’ hot gf Beatrice (throwback to Ava murdering the girl in the bar with her eyes for daring to look at Beatrice). Looking at Beatrice is reserved for Ava, because only her gaze can do justice to Beatrice’s beauty.
In conclusion
NFWMB is a very fiery song, revealing someone ready to fight, someone who gets angry when their gf is being flirted with.
Talk is a very watery song, for someone who feels and thinks deeply, someone who gets sad when they think their gf is being flirted with.
Fire can also be gentle and warming. It needs support to burn, but can get out of control fast.
And water can be very powerful and persistent. It is healing, but also should not be undermined in its destructive properties. (it can also make ur pants wet ;))
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But what I love the most about Warrior Nun (and Portrait of a Lady on Fire for that matter) is that the two women are equal in all ways. Meaning that these two songs can very well be swapped and would also make a lot of sense the other way around :)
We see them slowly switching positions and beliefs throughout the two seasons and the two songs can be used as reference points to the beginning and ending states of their beliefs. the binary oppositions at hand are freedom - duty, honesty - hiding, openness - reservation etc. They share a lot of the same qualities in their cores, but swing very heavily into extremities. An example is Ava who is very honest and direct in the beginning, sharing most of what goes on in her head, to Ava at the end of the second season, who straight up lies to Beatrice and hides her true plans.
There is something incredible about how Ava and Beatrice absorb so much from each other. They are almost like guiding lights to each other, but in such a morally grey world that we cannot actually tell which of the things they absorb are good and which not. We are gays, though, so definitely whatever keeps them together, right?
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This was my humble analysis, I hope you enjoyed it and if you actually made it this far, I love you and thank you.
Take care, gays.
Drink your water, go outside and do not forget to breathe.
and of course keep begging for #SaveWarriorNun :)
Screenshots of the whole lyrics of Talk and NFWMB below.
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MERRY CHRISTMAS <3
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thisselflovecamebacktome · 15 days ago
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So I’m stealing this from @tayloralisonswift and you should definitely check out their version, but I’m going to listen to and rank all of Taylor’s songs album by album (and then maybe her non album songs at the end). You can also see my debut rankings and what I’ve changed here + my Fearless, Speak Now + RED rankings here, here and here.
So with that in mind, it’s 1989’s turn. The only thing to note before we start is that (barring the vault tracks of course) I will mostly be ranking the OG tracks (a reminder that I own all the CDs here before you come at me for that) as they are my preferred ones. Also there is a suicide mention (no I don't mean Is It Over Now?) but it does not go in depth. Read at your own discretion.
Welcome To New York: Fun! I feel like I always under-appreciate the 'girls and girls and boys and boys' line, but like given marriage equality let alone full equality (which we have not reached) did not happen for years later, this was a hell of a statement. So a fun fact about 1989 is that I always wished that it was her acoustic/broadway album, so I will note what I think that would sound like for each song. Welcome To New York would be a bombastic broadway number in my mind. Either way though, it, much like the album, has grown a lot on me over time. 7/10.
Blank Space: Fun, but one of those songs I feel everyone else loves more than I do. I get the most enjoyment listening to this song as not just a sarcastic song, but one pointing out the double standards of men and other gendered partners because to be completely honest, this always felt like Dear John from the other side and/or what the other side would say about the girl in the dress to me. This would be another big broadway number in my mind if this had been her most acoustic/broadway album. 6.5/10.
Style: One of if not her best pop song objectively. Never not a good time listening to it. It also still has my favourite music video from the 1989 era (and one of my favourites over all!) to this day. If this had been an acoustic album, I'd see it as a piano ballad, which I understand would shift the mood completely, but I hope we get it one day lmao. 8.5/10.
Out Of The Woods: So we are listening to TV for this one because I feel the background vocals are more present and that betters the song. I have fond memories with this but ultimately I feel it's another one that most others like more than I do. Needless to say that after her grammys nomination/advocating performance, this would be a piano ballad too if this were an acoustic album. 7/10.
All You Had To Do Was Stay: A sad bop. I need to be in the mood for it, but when it hits, it hits. Would kill for a primarily piano orchestra version of the song. 6.5/10.
Shake It Off: Again, I feel this song is deceptively sad/angry/based in denial (I recently had a realisation that I don't think Taylor has ever released a song that came from a place with being happy with herself [as opposed to a relationship] without it focusing on insecurities/other external factors in one way or another and that was... a moment for me), but on the surface it's such a bop. On the most instrumental based album I imagine it'd be a lot like the guitar demo that leaked. 8.5/10.
I Wish You Would: I'm sorry, I've never liked the production for this song. Lyrically it's fine, but outside of the bridge, nothing I have ever felt the need to quote or listen to the whole song for. And now for the sentence that will get me shot... I would rearrange this song similar to what Ryan Adams did (I hope this goes without saying but obviously I do not support him and his actions in any way) if it was the acoustic album I imagine lmao. 5/10.
Bad Blood: Arguably my least favourite Taylor song ever. The Kendrick version is better (his second verse is one of my favourite Taylor collab moments), but alas, I am ranking the album version. I am a 'just don't' defender though because when you're that hurt/sad, you don't yell, you don't have a snappy response, it's just like that you know? Anyway this would be a guitar acoustic in my imagined version. 3/10.
Wildest Dreams: Back to TV for this one. I really love this song and even in my imagined version, I would not change much from the music video version (which I feel has a stronger beat at the end of the song). The 1989 mashup with Enchanted was great (and feels kinda funny in hindsight because Enchanted was a 'deep cut' then rather than the Tiktok hit it is now lmao), the music video was great, I just really like it. 9/10.
How You Get The Girl: Again sorry, but this is not a song I go back to a lot. Like it's fine, there's nothing 'wrong' with it, it's just not for me. Her grammy advocating performance would be perfect for the acoustic version of this album I imagine though. 5/10.
This Love: My stan song for the album! Did you guys know that 1989 (OG) came out on the second anniversary of my suicide attempt/promise to get better. As you can probably tell by my URL, this song means a lot to me in regards to that, and, if I'm honest, I think Taylor sees it more that way nowadays given she sung it on the anniversary of her trial during the Rep Tour. Also I think this may be the first time I'm listening to it since being healed enough to finish therapy, and that makes me super emotional. The OG version of this song is perfect and would not change for the instrumental based version of 1989 I imagine. 10/10.
I Know Places: Another track that I don't vibe with the production. On the most part, I listen to Jemma Johnson's cover of it and wish that the production was more like that, especially because the demo's production was darker. For the instrumental version of the album I imagine, I somewhat imagine a mix of the two with darker verses and lighter choruses/bridge. Like the song somewhat has that, but moreso. I do however, very much appreciate the clicks of the recording. Very nice touch. Overall a decent song so the album version gets 7/10.
Clean: Broken record time but another track I don't vibe with the production for (but to a far less impactful way degree than the above ones). I really love and mostly listen to Ingrid Michaelson's cover. Lyrically, I really love this song and it's steadily remained top 3 from the album for me. 9.5/10.
Wonderland: Back to TV for this one. Near everybody says that the deluxe tracks on 1989 are her best, and it's clear to see why. This isn't even my favourite of them and it's very highly ranked. There was a fan made orchestra based version that went around the OG album came out which lives rent free in my mind and would obviously be the basis of the version I'd want on the instrument based 1989 I imagine lmao. In saying that, I actually quite enjoy the album's production for this track. Overall a great song though. 8.5/10.
You Are In Love: My favourite of the deluxe tracks. I don't have much to say about it, I just really like it and would not change a thing, even on my imagined instrument based version. 9.5/10.
New Romantics: Another song that I like but feel like everyone treats as the next coming of Jesus lmao. With my imagined version, this would just turn into a guitar acoustic. 6.5/10.
Slut: Now is the awkward time where I admit that I have barely listened to the 1989 vault tracks, and Slut is the one I've listened to least out of the 5. Of course I understand why Taylor wrote this during this period of her life and added it to TV, but to be honest, absolutely nothing about it is interesting or relatable to me. Well at least we didn't get the version with Matty I guess. 4/10.
Say Don't Go: A sad bop. Not among my favourites of the album, but good nonetheless. 7/10.
Now That We Don't Talk: Probably my most listened to of the vault tracks. I have nothing in particular to say about it, but it's decent. 7/10.
Suburban Legends: This song has somewhat grown on me but still isn't a favourite. 6.5/10.
Is It Over Now: A good song, arguably the most 'classic Taylor' out of these set of vault tracks. Something I could see my younger self liking more than I do now though tbh. 7/10.
Sweeter Than Fiction: If this song has no fans, I am dead. I've always been a big lover of this song and that rings true to this day. 9/10.
Final score: 157.5/220 - 71.6%
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wilsons-striped-ties · 21 days ago
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august tc challenge (incomplete)
by @lustingtc
1. Short start: Name three words that always reminds you of your tc.
passion fruit, history, coffee?
2. Do you go to school at the moment (summer break)? Have you graduated? If not, when will you go to school again? Do you know when/whether you will see your tc again?
i've graduated but i always come back. i just went back this morning LMAOOO
3. What happened in the last dream with your tc in it?
last month ish, he told me he was leaving the school and we hung out
4. Would you describe him/her as a crush or a love?
love HUAAHAHAHAH
5. Finish the sentence “Having a tc is…”
having a tc is an experience indeed
6. Do you remember when you first dreamed about him/her? (What happened in that dream?)
he initiated a photo with me and it came true bruh
7. Did he/she ever did something that make you think like “What? You are able to do this?” (I hope you understand what I mean ^^)
hmm roasting students HAHA
8. The colour that reminds you of your tc? How does this colour relate to him/her?
dark blue most probably, my favourite dress shirt of his is dark blue
9. Please describe his/her character and if you want to, his/her teaching style.
on the surface he's super cool and a little mysterious, scary looking but underneath all that, he's just a huge softieeeeee he's unexpectedly thoughtful and sweet and sensitive and observant too. his teaching style is really goofy, he uses jokes and stories for us to remember the events in history better and he's more chill than us all and he rarely scolds us but he commands the room very well.
10. When you think about him/her, do you think about *his/her forename* or about *Mr./Ms./Mrs. …*?
mr *first name*, that's how everyone calls him cause his surname is just really long
11. Finish the sentence “My tc is my…”
academic motivation, long term obsession that dulls but never really goes away until it just rekindles
12. Tell us about your weirdest dream you had with your tc in it.
none of them are weird i feel
13. Name a line/lyric part from a song that just fits perfect to your tc situation.
"It's obvious you're meant for me/Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly/Every second, every thought, I'm in so deep/But I'll never show it on my face"
"And nobody knows I'm in love with someone's baby"
"Why can't I say that I'm in love?/I wanna shout it from the rooftops"
basically the entire of secret love song by little mix featuring jason derulo
14. Your favourite song/soundtrack when it comes up to your tc?
secret love song LMAO
15. If you were able to dress your tc, what would you let them wear?
i would KILL to see him in a suit, he always wears a dress shirt and dress pants/jeans but if he's in a black and white two/three piece? someone call an ambulance
16. What was the first thought you ever had about your tc?
i think something like "oh he's not that scary" (he looks super scary and seniors said he was scary)
17. How long does he/she now teach on your school? How long do you know him/her or have him/her in a class?
eleven years and counting, known him for three years now!
18. Tell us one random thing that happened with your tc and that you’ll never forget.
today when i was leaving after giving him cinnamon rolls, he was like "you not gonna do the customary?" and i was like what customary and turns out he meant taking a photo. it's now the second time he's initiated a photo HEHEH
19. Standard: What does he/she teach? Bonus: If it’s just one subject: What else do you think should he/she teach? If it are two subjects: Which one does he/she teach you? If you have to choose one, in which one would you rather like to get teach by him/her?
he teaches history and he's the head of the humanities department, used to teach english in another school too. he's just such a humanities person i feel.
20. Did you like the subject that he/she teaches you before he/she began to teach you in this class? Or did he/she arouse interest for you in their class?
i've always been interested in history, he just fueled it by a whole lot more.
21. Would you say your tc is the hottest teacher on school? :P
no, but in my opinion, one of the hottest. we don't have a hottest but we have a couple good looking ones, him included but he's severely underrated.
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kath-diary · 4 months ago
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“I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon.”
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After spending hours and hours walking around London to the point her feet hurt. Katharina finally gave up and took a seat on the park bench where we could see the London Bridge clearly.
It's so much fun tracing back the memories of London. She passed by the bookstore she often visited a long time ago. The owner's kids are toddlers now. She remembers the first time she met them, they're just babies!
And the bakery! Where people always lined up for the fresh baked red beans bread, croissants and other pastries. The aroma of it was so good. But today, Kath decided not to go there. There's somewhere she needs to visit.
There's three things she loves the most in the world, a whole galaxy even. First, Him. Yeah, this is stupid. To put 'him' on the top list where everything is just a blurred mess. But, hey, let her taste her own poison.
Which crazy girl that loves to drink her poison until she's dead— dead? Yup, it's Katharina Rosellyn Hawthorne, the one who enjoyed hurting herself in order to erase the feelings of love in her. No wonder Rex loves her so much.
Second, any kind of bread. People always warned her about the danger of gluten. But, no. You only live once, do and eat whatever you like. No wonder the bakery shop she passed by earlier really took her mind off for a bit.
Third, It's red roses. Since a little girl, her family always told her stories about roses. How they should protect the Rose, be the thorns for the Rose, even her middle name made up with Rose in it.
“Sleep, little rose, in the garden's embrace, Feel the gentle breeze kiss your lovely face. Rest, little flower, 'neath the silver moon, Morning will come, but not too soon. Dream of the meadows, the rivers, and streams, Dance with the fairies in your sweet dreams. Sleep, little rose, let your worries go, Wrapped in the love that forever will grow.”
Still remember all the lyrics perfectly. It's the lullabies her grandmama always sang to her. She was on her way to his favourite place, the flower shop that always sells fresh roses, her phone ringing. . . Knew exactly who the sender of the text she just received. The damned— Rex. "Please don't ruin my day, Rex." She sang the words in rhyme with the lullabies she just sang on. Never minding the phone that kept ringing repeatedly. What’s so urgent, Rex? 
After a few minutes' walk and her phone rang three more times, she finally arrived at the beautiful flower shop. She immediately went to the section where the roses were being displayed. “My beautiful roses.” She sang, a little too excited to bring the roses home, back to Edinburgh. 
Then, Again, Her phone rang, for she didn't even know how many times already. “What?!” She snapped. “I miss yo–” Without finishing the sentence that someone on the phone was about to say, Katharina just shut the phone. 
Miserable, Depressed, Headache. Those will be her future. It’s all because of her work, museum, ballet institute, her twelve dancing princesses, and again, that damned– Rex. 
The night fell, the sky turned dark, it’s time to go home. To Edinburgh. She will miss London so much. Especially the memories.
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lovejustforaday · 10 months ago
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2023 Year End List - #5
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The Redshift Blues - Dispirited Spirits
Main genres: Art Rock, Progressive Rock, Midwest Emo
A decent sampling of: Space Rock, Post-Rock, Jazz Rock, Math Rock, Experimental Rock
Midwest Emo, and probably just Emo in general, really ain't usually my thing.
There's definitely some good and some great in nearly every scene, but I find this one in general to be saturated with overly indulgent projects that don't add up in the quality factor, and bands that just come off as harsh and grating. There's also a prominent few artists in this scene that give off the kind of Nice Guy™ energy that makes my skin crawl.
So if I'm completely being honest, I really just came across this record by chance, and decided to check it out almost purely because of the spectacularly awesome cover art and the equally awesome record title. To quote anime youtuber Hazel, that shit owns.
Dispirited Spirits is the moniker of Portuguese singer/songwriter/producer Indigo Dias, who was just 19 fricking years old when he made this record, and just typing that sentence out makes my head wanna explode. HOW??? HOOOOOOW???!?!?!?
What's even more, this is frigging fantastic by my own standards, and I'm not even someone who regularly enjoys a whole lot of Emo music. If there's any young newcomer who's gonna take the world of indie rock by storm, then it's gotta be this guy, right? If I was a betting man, I'd be putting my money on Dispirited Spirits.
Case in point, his latest project.
That is to say, The Redshift Blues is a stunning record that captures the awe and the angst of being that diminutive human being, bearing witness to the grandeur of the night sky which acts as the gateway to the unfathomably vast realm outside of our tiny little blue planet. Who needs expensive VR headsets to simulate floating freely through the endless sea of the cosmos, when you can just listen to this record, close your eyes, and get just about as close to the real deal as you're ever gonna have in your lifetime?
This album does a little bit of everything on the nerdier side of modern rock music - mostly a midwest emo/art rock/prog hybrid, with moments of post-rock, jazz-rock, and math rock all thrown in the mix. At the same time, this very much reinvents and kinda defies genre, clearly aiming to be its own singular thing.
Dias takes his lyrical inspiration from various astronomical phenomena on this record, the title itself being clever wordplay for the death of a relationship that invokes the universe's redshift or tendency towards expansion, causing objects to become more distant from each other over time. Some may find this dorky or try-hard or whatever, but I think the execution is mostly brilliant.
Anyhow, let's cut to the chase and hone in on my favourite tracks.
"Nine Clouds" swims through skies of glittering space dust, with gently gliding guitars that resonate in endless ripples through space and time. This track is impeccably cushiony; disorienting in the sense that it's as if I'm turning in random circles as the musical notes twist, soar, and plummet, but all the while I remain perfectly cradled in a bubble of warm nurturing light.
"Bring Down The Sky" is a journey through cosmological purgatory and back, with various trials of harsh emo power chords separated by periods of rest nestled between mellow psychedelic phaser pedals and flourishing harps. Also, kudos to whoever laid down the many different drum patterns on this track - really holds the whole thing together to give it some solid form and muscle.
"Methanol Fire" interpolates a samba-jazz beat into its hard-rocking midwest emo riffs, making it the grooviest and most rhythmic track on an otherwise sometimes very free-form record. Leisurely space jazz atmosphere interchanged with sad boys moshing in the nucleus of a supernova. These two major components blend together so seamlessly in a way I probably wouldn't have otherwise thought was possible.
The titular outro "The Redshift Blues" is hands down the real showstopper here, as well as the emotional lynchpin of the record. This ten minute opus is one part looming space ambience, one part post-rock epic poem, yet another part part solitary acoustic ballad, and one part cinematic orchestral elegy. The moment of that final line of the bridge where Dias utters "I'll find you in the stars" and everything comes forth in this really mind-blowing, unearthly harmonious sound swell - that moment just really gets to me. A simple instance of pure, raw, ephemeral beauty in the midst of a very chaotic composition.
There are a few sparring moments here or there where it meanders or overly indulges itself - mostly on "Saturnine Saturn Dreams" - But overall I'm mostly impressed at how much of this manages to come together in a way that comes off very natural. There's a lot of tight composition that's working over-time to make sure that this maintains its nearly amorphous structure.
So yeah, let me reiterate that I am mostly just mind-blown by this project. Dispirited Spirits is easily one of the most ambitious and unique artists in indie rock to have come onto the scene so far in this new-(ish) decade. The powerful cohesion of this project suggests that it came from an visionary who's far more seasoned than Indigo Dias would reasonably be at his young age.
The Redshift Blues brilliantly conveys the existential dread and angst that arises from existing in a world far larger than you could ever imagine, and how that impacts your ability to ever be fully in control of your life when there are so many external factors involved that are so much larger than you. Ultimately, it's a surrendering of the self to the inevitable impotence of being just one person, yet still the artist manages to find a shimmer of hope and humility in what is truly sublime about this world. That, I think, is the true Redshift Blues.
9/10
Highlights: "The Redshift Blues", "Nine Clouds", "Bring Down The Sky", "Methanol Fire"
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ambiguousthoughtsinsilence · 11 months ago
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30 years / 30 songs
As of 2:26 AM Latvian time, I am thirty years old. Originally, I was going to try and summarise my life in 30 sentences, but everything I wrote felt like it was an incomplete attempt at trying to capture my existence. Then, I thought I could try to reflect on these thirty years of my life by having a song per a year on being on Earth, with a little element of my life being associated with a certain song. This is the playlist that came about.
Bo Burnham - 30 Inside came out in 2020. I believe that no work of art captured the sense of isolation and desperation,while being saturated with content, and dealing with historical reckoning and loneliness at the same time, better than Inside. After turning 18, 30 is the next big milestone. It comes with a lot of pressures around romantic, professional and general life milestones. Burnham's 30 captures a sense of youth slipping away and realising that you might be losing touch, and being taken aback by that realisation.
Talking Heads - Road to Nowhere This was the first song I blasted from my North London balcony in 2021 as the fireworks echoed in the distance. This is one of my all time favourite songs, mainly because it embodies a certain positive nihilism. 'There's a city in my mind/ Come along and take that ride / and it's all right, baby, it's all right' Death is the only certainity, so why not enjoy the journey on the way?
The Flaming Lips - Do you realize? When I was 18, I wanted to tattoo the lyrics 'Let them know you realize that life goes fast / It's hard to make the good things last' I have seen The Flaming Lips twice and both times I have come out, feeling an immense sense of joy and love for other humans. Everything is tempory so every moment of joy and happiness is worthy to hold onto.
Pulp - Common People I love Jarvis Cocker, this song is a storytelling masterpiece and Different Class is a perfect album. Common People is one of the wittiest songs ever written, while being an absolute banger.
Bob Dylan - The Times They Are A-Changin' I always think of Bob Dylan as my first 'serious' musical love so I had to include this. As I became more interested in music, I remember creating a certain canon to explore. Dylan's revolutionary and political songs spoke to my 14-year old maximalism. The maximalism has faded, but Dylan manages to return.
Eels - Beginners Luck It was 2009 and I discovered Hombre Lobo through a radio show, I was 15 and discovering Eels felt so special. Like walking through my hometown and having this cool alt-rock playing in my ears, and feeling like I had discovered a secret. Years later I read Things the Grandchildren Should Know. It's one of my favourite books, mainly because of how honest and no-bullshit it is, while showing the way in which art can pull you out from the darkest hellholes.
Patti Smith - Because the Night I spent my teenage years going out to bars in the oldtown, and dancing till the first public tranport could get me home at 5 or 6 am. Because the Night was the most passionate and sexy song to let go of any worries and just dance the night away.
The Kooks - Do You Wanna? As a kid, I listened to a lot of mainstream pop as that was what everyone was listening to. The Kooks were the first 'indie' band (whatever that means) that I encountered. Me and my friend would walk around quiet areas of Ventspils and drink cheap red wine stolen from our parents and listen to the Kooks, and we felt so cool. I don't think I've ever felt as cool as I did when I wore vans, ripped jeans and listened to the Kooks.
Janelle Monae- Screwed Janelle Monae's Dirty Computer is a masterpiece. It is a meaningful artistic statement and it is about taking up space. It's a reminder that we have the agency to act and change the world in a way that we desire.
Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) This is included for the little Alina, who loved watching VH1 Top 10 after school and was obsessed with this song.
Joy Division - Shadowplay This is for the angsty teen, who could not get enough of the bass line on Shadowplay.
Bērnības milicija - Ārā The Latvian band that made highschool bearable, the songs of which were the most beautiful poetry, so much so that I ended up analysing their lyrics in a state exam.
The National - Slow Show 'A little more stupid / A little more scared / Every minute a bit more unprepared' I could not have a playlist without a band that has become such a big part of me. This was the first song, I genuinely felt captured something true to the way I existed in the world.
Arctic Monkeys - Cornerstone Would I be proper millenial if I didn't have an AM phase? Cornerstone was my first song of theirs I really grew to love, which led to listening to the first two albums, and a few years later seeing them live in Stockholm with my dad, which is a memory I hold dear and close to my heart.
Avril Lavigne - Anything But Ordinary Let Go was the first album I remember listening to ad nauseum. I was going to write her a letter, when I was 10, but never got round to it. Avril embodied a girlhood that seemed appealing to me, a tomboy-ness that felt almost revolutionary in a world that kept saying that girls were meant to be a certain way, a way which I did not resonate with nor resemble.
boygenius - Not Strong Enough A band that has had such an impact on my life over the past year that I cannot exclude them.
Leonard Cohen - Everybody Knows For the disilliusioned part of me that feels like the world is a unchanging clusterfuck of suffering and there is little that can be done about it. Also for the 18 year old version of me, who loved Pump Up the Volume and a young Christian Slater
Bon Iver - Holocene For the 17 year old who felt this album was so beautiful and the video for this song so awe-inspiring that she started crying in central Riga as it played in her earphones.
Elliott Smith - Waltz #2  My big love for many years, whose albums I replayed again and again, as I attended my classes, hosted a radio show rather badly and felt like no one wrote more beautifully than Elliott Smith.
Nick Drake - Time Has Told Me More beauty that surrvives the test of time.
Sufjan Stevens - Mystery of Love One of my favourite love songs ever written, composed for a film that I absolutely adore.
Angelo Badalamenti - Twin Peaks theme My mom says she watched Twin Peaks when she was pregnant with me and she always loved the opening credits. I watched it when I was 17 and it is one hell of a soundtrack to the work of fantastic film maker.
Bruce Springsteen - I'm on Fire A reminder of a time, when I was playing a dj set at my favourite bar with my friend and a man commented that he approved of our Bruce choice. Still one of the sexiest songs to exist.
The xx - Night Time I still haven't found an album that feels as intimate and gentle as the xx debut. It was a special moment in time as I listened to it for the first time in my bedroom, late at night, before going to bed and I remember being completely taken aback by the fact that something like that had been created.
Pete Doherty - For Lovers Positivus 2015 was my first music festival, it opened a whole new world to me and was a key event of shaping the person I am now.
Alise Joste- A Thousand Questions Alise made music that soothed my troubled soul and her concerts always felt like wonderful intimate affairs, in a world that felt like it was rushing and making you fall behind.
Lucy Dacus - A Map on the Wall
'But I feel fine
And I made up my mind
To live happily, feeling beautiful beneath the trees
Above a ground that's solid at the core
Oh please, don't make fun of me
Oh, you know I get frightened so easily
When I'm all alone and the floorboards creak
It's those noises in the dark'
28. Mazzy Star - Fade Into You A reminder of the Alina that bawled her eyes out at Primavera Sound, aged 18, and captivated by Hope's magical voice.
29. Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah The most beautiful cover and a man, whose musical ability blew me away, when I first heard Grace.
30. Baz Luhrmann - Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen Forever valuable life lessons. The words were actually written by Mary Schmich, which I only learnt this year.
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