The only shame with this @josielockharttx track is that it doesn’t keep going for an extra couple of minutes or so...
Photo: Hannah Vaugh
If you like The War On Drugs and think ‘hmm, this could do with more sparkle’ then settle right in, Josie Lockhart has something that you’re really going to enjoy.
Somehow melding the worlds of long, meandering folk indie rambles with some synth edges filled to the very top of the glass with pop, this latest track from Austin-based Aaron Miller’s project is absolutely…
#gfta asks#gfta rogue #anw thats the last of it. #hopefully. #sorry folks anon asks will be off until demo pre-release week. #which doesnt havr a definitive date LMAO #yes im crass what about it #no nicesona here you get me unfiltered if you send shit like this
Fabio Curto: "Rive, Vol. 2": recensione e streaming
Fabio Curto: “Rive, Vol. 2”: recensione e streaming
Rive Volume II è il nuovo album di inediti di Fabio Curto, vincitore assoluto di Musicultura 2020, vincitore di The Voice of Italy nel 2015 e unico artista italiano selezionato per le finali dell’edizione 2021 del Festival Internazionale “New Wave” di Soči in Russia.Dopo un periodo che lo ha visto rilasciare gradualmente nuovi brani e preparare il terreno a un’evoluzione stilistica e poetica, il…
Sometimes I forget there are still people out there who stan spn so when I go to Twitter, I'm always brought back down to earth by some 19 year old's comment and then I viscerally recall how serious I was about it too lmao 💀💀💀
#i'm just used to the old folks home that the tumblr spn fandom is now #it's better here idk why i bother to go to twitter ever in general #spn#supernatural #btw this isn't a dig at the fandom or the old fandom - it's just that spn has turned into a shitshow ovee the years and people still stan... #it's honestly a cultural phenomena at this point lol #glossopost
as per usual, here is my reaction to this episode!! im so happy!!!
* cross looks so rough, he needs to go get healed up and GET THAT CHIP OUT
* cad…………im mad at you but damn your voice is sexy 🥴
* im sorry did tech just say omega is 100% pure DNA from jango??????????? UHHHHH NO???
* omega my beloved
* i am the human embodiment of stress
* by hook or by crook you are so dramatic blue man
* the boys being so worried about her is killing me and her saying “hunter, i need you”?? just rip my heart out!!
* oh god is the ship cross??
* FENNEC KILLED TAUN WE?! omfg did nala se tell her to grab omega so they cant take her back and kill her after they get her DNA??
* holy shit i hope fennec beats cad
* omega is so smart look at her go typing away to get the boys a signal 🥺
* AAAA no no NO that slimy alien is not okay im so sorry fennec
* fennec beating up cad bane is my sexuality
* YES GIRL GET OUTTA THERE IM SO PROUD OF YOU
* oh shit never mind this isnt good
* OH MY GOD THIS IS GREAT
* WRECKER HUGGING HER IM SO SOFT IM SO HAPPY SHES BACK WITH HER FAMILY
* NALA SE I KNEW YOU WERE A GOOD ONE
* [tech snoring] kiss me
* NO HUNTER YOU JINXED IT
* whenever there is a promise made it can never be kept and now im terrified she’s going to end up on kamino 😢
great episode except for omega being pure jango DNA that makes no sense im not falling for it there has to be a catch to this please let there be something else we dont know. i kinda wish they had gone the route of her being a clone of sidious and maybe they mixed their DNA but i know nothing about genetics or DNA so i dont even know how to reach so far as to wrap my head around this pure bull fuckery of her being a jango clone
BESIDES THAT im so happy she’s back with her boys and safe (for now 😢), i love wrecker with all of my heart, [tech snoring] really did something and i dont know why, watching fennec beat up cad was delicious, and todo deserved all he got that little fucker sucks
#WELP FOLKS #THIS IS A LOT TO TAKE IN #once again writing new canon in my head as each episode is released #those alien experiments in the tubes at the abandoned facility was very sad and gross #the bad bad spoilers
What Language Loki Sings In (And What His Song Means)
The "Asgardian" in Loki's drinking song is Norwegian.
The song is called "Jeg Saler Min Ganger," and was written for Loki by author Erlend O. Nødtvedt and musician Benedicte Maurseth.
Speaking to Bergens Tidende, Nødtvedt said that the full song actually contains four verses, only one of which is sung in Loki episode 3, and that the full song will be available on the show's soundtrack.
The writer added that he was impressed by Tom Hiddleston's pronunciation of the song's Norwegian lyrics.
Here is a translation of Loki's episode 3 song:
In storm-blackened mountains I wander alone
Across glaciers I travel forth
In the apple orchard the fair maiden stands
And sings, "When will you come home?"
(Chorus in English) When she sings, she sings, "Come home."
Marvel Studios requested an Asgardian drinking song for the episode, and so Nødtvedt and Maurseth put together "a traditional folk song."
The lyrics have a particular poignancy, given that Loki learned about the destruction of Asgard in the previous episode.
The "storm-blackened mountains" bring to mind the ominous landscape of Svartalfheim, the land of the Dark Elves, which appeared in Thor: The Dark World (though this version of Loki has not lived through the events of that movie).
The "glaciers" bring to mind Jotunheim, the realm of the Frost Giants and the place of Loki's birth, and the "fair maiden" can be interpreted as a reference to Sylvie, or perhaps to Loki's fair-haired mother, Frigga.
Though the chorus of Loki's drinking song is cheerful and upbeat, the Asgardian verse is far more melancholy. The song captures Loki's self-imposed isolation and loneliness, born out of his arrogance and hatred towards Thor and his father. Loki turned his back on Asgard, and now he can't return to the only home he ever knew.
It's a moment of vulnerability that's shown only to Sylvie, since the people of Lamentis-1 don't speak Asgardian, and her response to the song suggests that she understands Loki's loneliness all too well.
A cracking patchwork of sounds and styles from @Grranfalloon here...
Photo: Paul Samuel
To open a song by making the noise of a rooster and immediately following it up by asking ‘what’s wrong with you’ is a bold move, but somehow Granfalloon pulls it off without making listeners immediately start to slowly back away from him.
This patchwork of sounds and styles keeps you guessing where the next turn will take you, and yet by the time the chorus comes you’re…
Fic Rating: T (for language, violence, and mentions of blood).
Chapter Rating: K+.
Word Count: 639.
Summary: In which a brother’s love works against him, and a stranger becomes his new sibling.
Stan Pine voice: After all these hours of editing. Finally, I have finished writing this chapter.
This was inspired by Brenna Yovanoff's The Replacement, because apparently my brain decided to file the book's beginning into the "save for later" folder. Who knew that a novel I haven't read in years would play a role in putting together one of my fics? Not me, that's for sure.
It began with the kindness of a three-year-old boy. Truly, it had been filled with good intentions, as he had yet to learn that there was a suffocating darkness that wished to swallow the universe whole. Seeing his baby sister wail beneath a pair of menacing scissors half the length of his arm, thin strands of almost-invisible string the only thing between their sharp tips and her breakable skin, had stirred his protective nature – where the most important thing he could do was to make sure she was safe. His grandmother had warned him that taking them away would put her in danger, that he wouldn't even know the fair folk had come and gone until it was too late. And so he'd watched her on-and-off throughout the night, constantly switching his teary focus between his sibling and the thing that could hurt her – her soft whimpers keeping her up well into the early hours of the morning.
"Never, under any circumstances," his grandmother would sternly whisper whenever she tucked him into bed, wrinkled hands tightly clutching its sheets, "are you to remove the protections placed upon us."
Most of her superstitious practices were ultimately harmless: thick lines of salt that traced windows and doorways; rods of iron placed just out of his reach, flakes of rust mixed with the gathering dust; clothes worn inside out, the not-quite-right feeling soon just as unnoticeable as the other little things he paid no mind to. But the scissors. . . the way the moonlight shined off its threatening, silver blades. . . . Those were what danced behind his eyelids whenever he dared to close them.
In his defense, he'd done what any big brother would do in a situation such as this. It was a decision that would haunt him well over a decade later: he untied them from her mobile of puffy sheep and smiling ducks - feeling a weight lift from his chest when happy coos left the infant, legs clumsily kicking the mattress while her chubby fists searched for his fingers.
This false sense of security, where he had been the hero she could someday trust to make sure harm never befell her, was what sealed their fate. One single thing, a moment that normally wouldn't lead to anything beyond the rare absence of cries, that forever changed the course of their lives.
He woke an hour later – when the air possessed an uneasy aura. The room, it seemed, had become much smaller, as if the walls had begun to topple inwards. An unfamiliar gurgle, like the mewling normally produced by a disoriented kitten, came from her crib. He hadn't known until he carefully, unsurely, tiptoed across the way that his childhood had shifted into something abnormal: a stranger, hidden in the shadows, peered back at him through buggish eyes – their movements strikingly like the gentle swaying of tree branches. The two had locked gazes, a glistening blue and an Earthy brown, the world uncharacteristically silent.
It was when the baby smiled that he knew this wasn't his sister.
Instead of lumpy gums, powder pink and slathered in drool, a tooth - keen as the scissors buried beneath his pillow - caught the rising sun as it slowly retreated; until no one would know it had been there to begin with. Irises that encircled large pupils glowed an eerie, pale blue for a fraction of a second before flickering away. This wasn't a child made of decaying flesh that could bleed if it so much as pricked a sewing needle. It was a creature that sweetly hummed along to lullabies sung by embers that danced within the confines of fireplaces. A weakened imposter, its exhausted breaths rising and falling in shuttering waves, had stolen what didn't belong to them.
#tw death #my uncle is dying #4 weeks after receiving a cancer diagnosis #he's from Scotland originally and all four of his (adult) children are based overseas #they won't make it in time even if they were granted an exemption to enter aus #but he can speak to them over the phone #and this afternoon he asked my aunt to get a bottle of nice champagne for them to enjoy together #tw cancer mention #so i guess even in this #the shittiest and darkest of days #you can try and brighten them up in a way that makes you happy #even if it's just for a moment #anyway life and death and existence is fucken weird man #hold your loved ones extra close whenever you can folks
Rehearsal photos from The Wind in the Willows Musical
#messing about in a boat on the river with queue #cast and crew #suddenly remembered I found these while searching for uk tour pics #realised folks might not have seen all of these #have fun recognising the scenes they're rehearsing #wind in the willows musical
if it had been announced 3 months ago that Chaos Machine Productions were planning to make an SPN Prequel and then you told me it was going to be titled: Castiel and then you said but Misha won't be cast bc instead there will be numerous actors (vessels) for Castiel.. i would've gone on a rollercoaster journey of emotions. but. in light of today? i'll take it, no questions asked.
sourcemates are cool but i'm always scared to reach out to people. if you stumble upon one of my calls and want to talk to me, i recommend sending an ask/message/discord friend rq instead of just liking the call itself.
#this is your tallest speaking #sorry folks but i got anxiety. also paranoia. also simultaneously an inferiority and superiority complex. #you'd think those last two would cancel each other out but they don't. i just flip-flop between 'em.
every time i see a piss poor take it’s always by some white person talking about their experience that never includes the mere THOUGHT of minorities
#or culture #tht post where its like can we stop shitting on disney for telling folk tales like??? are you serious do you not see the commodification of #culture that came with coco and the original lion king?? all white people know is culture to be sold you lot are insane