#sylvester mode

[yesisgreat]

[chesters-ocs]

Imagine this is pre-dragon Kali and Sylvester, so the only one truly able to protect them and the castle to the fullest extent is Dragon Hybrid!Stone. And RIP to him because the needed adrenaline and strength could not be good for the dragonlings he's carrying.

But alas, he has to do what he must. I'll be nice and have it be all okay for the dragonlings in his womb afterwards.

im just imagining dragon!butcher coming home and he can just smell that there was an intruder here so hes freaking the fuck out. and then he's freaking out more that *stone* was the one who dealt with it, not knight!kali.

he will still give stone praise over it, ofc, but he'll get very touchy and will be fretting sooo much. he may end up asking if kali can just go to the markets. hes still human, he wont get kicked out of the cities. butcher will be keeping a close eye on these 2 tho. they deserve it lowkey, but not in a good way

[doctor-yo-yo]

"omg omg omg omg it's so beautiful"

“I told you before! I'm not a kid.”

Sylvester Ashling // Epithet Erased

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[scp230kinnie]

Hi, would you okay writing some general headcanons on what it would be to date Hunter Sylvester from Metal Lords? Also, I just realized that he has mommy issues, and I have daddy issues so we’re perfect for each other💀

Yes :3

Hunter Sylvester dating Headcanons 😻

(Mostly gender neutral)

Likes to be little spoon but won’t admit it😇

Doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together for, he still gets a bit embarrassed with lovey dovey stuff, but will do it anyway

He definitely has a mild fear of commitment. After his mom leaving (I’m so sorry💀) he STILL doesn’t trust that people won’t leave him

Hunter is attracted to confidence (not to be confused with arrogance) in a partner.

His standards for appearance are fairly low, however, he's looking more for personality than appearance.

Okay so you know how guys will “serenade” girls with their guitar and stuff,,, yeah. He doesn’t want to think of it as serenading, mostly just flexing his guitar skills on you

Everyone seems to forget that he’s CANONICALLY a mega virgin. He is not super flirty or anything. He’s probably never held hands with a girl.

You will probably have to be the one to initiate dates

When he does happen to be the one to initiate dates, it’s taking you to metal concerts lol

If you ask him out, he'll probably think that you're joking with him. He'll probably spend the entirety of the date thinking that.

He is insanely stubborn, so if and when you guys argue, he will absolutely stand his ground

Fights aren’t really that common, just because you’re probably his first partner, and he really doesn’t wanna mess that up.

If you guys are close enough, he does get clingy, but he doesn’t like to show that in public.

He would also never admit it.

He doesn’t let ANYONE except you play with his hair🙏

While I mentioned he has commitment issues, he does get attached very quickly

He’s also the jealous type for sure. He definitely doesn’t like seeing other guys flirting with you.

Or talking with you

Or looking at you

Moving on

He MIGHT share his clothes with you.

His hoodies/sweaters, automatic yes. He loves how they look on you

His band tees, usually a yes.

His jewelry and stuff is a hard maybe. Depends how he feels that day

He doesn’t like crying in front of you (or at all). He thinks it makes him less of a man

Sometimes he will let you comforting though

On the other hand, if he sees you crying, automatically full protection mode.

He will comfort you, buy you whatever you want, and threaten to punch whoever made you feel like that

Speaking of buying you things, he always does. If you’re in a store, looking at something like “hmm this looks good” he will pick it up and immediately have his dads credit card coming in clutch

If you’re type of person who smokes/drinks, he will let you, but he won’t be supportive of it. Seeing as he doesn’t do stuff like that.

He really doesn’t like seeing you drunk/high. He’ll be like “told you so” then proceed to take care of you/ be your tripsitter.

Tbh he does not care if you get hungover. He’ll just say some shit like “told you that’ll happen” then get you some aspirin and water then leave you to fend for yourself for a bit😭

He makes so many playlists for you, all consisting of his music taste

He also writes songs for you ❤️❤️❤️

The end guys

[rowanthestrange]

This is Sylvester. Dressed as the Seventh Doctor, he’s based off Nichet Crochet’s Rat Crochet Pattern (do recommend - the feet look hard but there’s a video and they come out great and realistic, and aren’t tricky once you’ve got the rhythm down). He has been a lovely pocket companion. I do encourage carrying a little Dr Who rat around with you.

Long story short, I had a nightmare of old Doctors returning but no Sylvester McCoy and I thought he must be dead, and that upset me so much I not only woke up but it seems to have permanently rewired my brain chemistry. I’m in Seven-Mode now. I had to wear my question-mark vest the whole day til I felt consolable again.

[yes-these-obsessions-are-healthy]

Because I can’t leave well enough alone or stop obsessing over the music scene in Zaun, I have a few headcanons as to the soundscape of the city.

1. Zaun and Piltover operate in a quasi-Steam/cyberpunk and steam “utopian” punk environments, respectively. For Zaun especially it operates like something sewn together with late 19th century industrial slums (NYC, London) mixed with Blade Runner vibes. Pop, alternative rock, industrial, hip-hop and rap, but also punk, exist.

2. Personally, personally, and with some cues from @lullabyes22-blog fic Forward, Never Forget, I imagine the musical landscape of Zaun changed dramatically within 40 years (roughly the lifetime of Vander and Silco). 200 years ago, Zaun’s primary music genres were folk, vaudeville, work songs, shanties, and novelty songs. Economic stranglehold by Piltover ensured that “high minded” and “perfected” genres we associate with the wealthy, operas, ballets, and the like were difficult or even inaccessible for Zaunites to compose for, but obviously commonplace in Piltover as representative of their cultural DNA. The influx of refugees into Zaun from the Rune Wars, the subsequent squeeze, impoverishment, and exploitation in slum city living, also coincided with the flowering of many spirited genres of music: swing, jazz, blues, and respective dances deemed far too scandalous and libertine for Piltover.

So as I said, in order for it to make sense why a city seems to be comprised of Edwardians standing next to literal punks, steam and otherwise, we need to internalize the miraculous phenomenon that within Silco and Vander’s lifetime, a century’s worth of musical development (1910s - 2020) occurred within Zaun. Somehow, some way, rock, metal, pop, hip-hop, rap, club, funk, dance, industrial, punk, etc. developed and flourished like kudzu. Essentially: If old white people in our real world were ever on record saying this-and-this music was corrupting the youth, then it was in Zaun. If it challenged authority or made you wanna shake and bop up and down or grind, it was music from Zaun.

3. So this means Silco and Vander would’ve borne witness to the music scene go from Puttin’ on the Ritz and Lindy Hop and If I Had a Hammer to You Really Got Me (The Kinks) and War Pigs (Black Sabbath) to Sex Pistols to Sylvester and Sly & the Family Stone to You Spin Me (Right Round) and Depeche Mode and The Clash and Public Enemy to Wu Tang Clan and Smells Like Teen Spirit and Rage Against the Machine and Selena and West Coast-East Coast rap divergence to RECESSION CLUB/POP, fucking IMAGINE FUCKING DRAGONS and wispy atmospheric female artist pop and DUBSTEP.

Literally this creaky-looking Peaky Blinders/Scarface sharkrat man would have to have grown up from going as a child listening to jazz to being in his early 40s and hearing Imagine fucking Dragons on the wind in the public square for some reason and Pusha T doing his thing. Do you understand what I’m saying how crazy that is.

It’s crazy to think about. Usually music genres fall to the wayside as developments are made and genres evolve out of them and into others, but Zaun exists in a world where the past is the present. Everything is alive and sustained all at once, like undying undergrowth, the coexistence of subculture. Little by little, the Old Guard may shift a bit, but the fashion and sensibilities and tastes will never completely die out, no matter how much further Zaun progresses within its bubbling urban cauldron of rust-and-reuse.

[hinge]

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[archoneddzs15]

Sega Mega CD - Shadowrun

Title: Shadowrun / シャドウラン

Developer/Publisher: Compile / LMS Music

Release date: 23 February 1996

Catalogue No.: T-66024

Genre: RPG

Shadowrun. Many games come into our lives and alter who we are, becoming a part of us for the rest of our lives. Shadowrun is one such series that after the first time I played it I had become heavily engrossed in everything to do with the canon behind it. This game is an especially strange beast if you've played the SNES (Data East) and Sega Genesis (Bluesky Software) Shadowrun games.

You see, at the end of 1995, we saw the last Mega CD releases. In the US, the last game to be released for the Sega CD is a half-arsed update to "Demolition Man", a run-n-gun based on and featuring grainy FMV clips from the Sylvester Stallone movie. Then, in Europe, came The Adventures of Batman and Robin. That game was clearly based on *just* the driving levels from Mega CD Batman Returns and greatly expanded on, and featured splices of an "original episode" of Batman the Animated Series specifically for the game.

For a while as the year 1996 began spinning into rotation, there would be no new games for the Mega CD, making it seem like The Adventures of Batman and Robin was indeed the last ever Mega CD game to be released.... which it did end up being if you lived in Europe. That is until, in some miracle on the 23rd of February 1996, Compile resurrected the aging Mega CD devkits and worked together with Japanese tabletop RPG distributor Group SNE and Chicago-based tabletop RPG company FASA Corporation to release one last Mega CD game once and for all. That game would end up being based on a tabletop RPG that, since its inception in 1989, has remained among the most popular role-playing games. This is Shadowrun.

Mega CD Shadowrun is a pretty good game. You play as one of four characters: Rokudou, Shikumo, Mao, and D-head and battle your way through Tokyo in the year 2053 while discovering a massive conspiracy that could potentially destroy the city of Tokyo as we know it. The game is divided into a few sections: a "digital comic" mode similar to Snatcher and Dead of the Brain, a top-down RPG mode outside of battle similar to the original Legend of Zelda, Golvellius or Ys, the Battle mode which triggers within the top-down view and plays in the same way as how games like Final Fantasy 6 do it, and a "Matrix" mode where your characters hack into the Matrix supercomputers.

The main character (Rokudou) acts pretty cool and a little harsh at times but is quite appealing because of it, and the story has some nice ideas, but is maybe a little muddled in places thanks to the language barrier. The action scenes play like an average Squaresoft Super Famicom RPG game, but look nice enough so the game gets away with it. Good enough to satisfy the role-playing fever for a while. My only complaint that I can level against the game is that I can't really recommend this game to those that can't understand Japanese at a native level, and that there are no voice acting or CD redbook music to be had here. All the music is generated via the Mega CD's PCM sound chip combined with the Mega Drive's YM2612 FM synth, though there are two hidden CD audio tracks, none of which are used.

Another weird point is that the characters look good in the visual novel scenes due to Compile making use of the Mega CD's scaling features, but during the RPG segments, they look super tiny and cute. It's a damn shame that games like this never get a complete playable English translation. I really wish that would happen though, but it seems like an English translation to Mega CD Shadowrun is currently suffering from development hell and may never be completed. What a shame.

[the-whispers-of-death]

Like Father, Like Son

Of course the first idea that pops into my head is giving my favorite OC some angst. It's his fault he's always in my head. :)

Word Count: 756

Vikram woke up from a nightmare, lying on his back with his arm stretched out for his sleeping husband's head to lay on. He tried to hush his shaky breaths, trying not to wake up Sylvester as he fought the demons of his past.

Despite how much the nightmare shook him up, he didn't remember what it was about. It was a blur of memories he tried his hardest to push down every day. He briefly remembered the face of his father—the same face he shared.

He gently lifted Sylvester's head up and pulled his arm away, laying Sylvester's head down on his pillow. He sat up and pulled the blanket enough to uncover him. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, knowing he wouldn't be able to go to sleep until he at least had a cup of water.

Vikram pulled the blanket back up so his husband wouldn't get cold and his instinct made him reach beside him into the nightstand by the bed. He opened the door and grabbed his sidearm, feeling the cold metal beneath his fingers before he took out the holster as well.

He put on the holster and slid the sidearm into the holster, making sure it was secure before he took the first steps towards the door. He tried his best to make his usually loud footsteps softer as he opened the door and made his way to the kitchen.

As he neared the kitchen, he heard the cupboards opening and closing, signaling that someone was in said kitchen. Alarm bells rang in his head, his body still in fight or flight mode from his nightmare.

Vikram struggled with paranoia and with the little sleep he had gotten, his mind reacted irrationally. Without giving it a second thought, he took his sidearm out of its holster and cocked the safety back.

The only thoughts in his head were that there was an intruder and he had to protect his family. There was no other option.

He crept closer to the kitchen, his gun raised and ready. He took a deep breath and snuck into the kitchen.

He saw the figure shrouded in darkness standing in front of the stove, their back to him. This was the time to strike, the element of surprise that he needed.

Vikram acted swiftly, decreasing the space between the two by lunging for the intruder and pressing the gun into the back of their head. He wrapped one arm of his around their chest, pulling them in close and stopping them from reaching for one of the knives.

Just as he was about to ask what they were doing in the house, he heard a gasp coming from the intruder. A gasp he knew well.

Too well. ...Like it was one of his family members.

It was then that he took in the shorter stature of the figure, how familiar it was. This was his son, Samuel.

As if he was on fire, Vikram let go of his son and pulled away so fast, he almost got whiplash. He cocked the safety back on the gun and threw it on the table with a loud bang, his mind trying to process what just happened.

Samuel took the opportunity to run out of the kitchen and to his bedroom. He left his stepfather in the kitchen, said stepfather's mind still reeling.

He struggled to come to terms with what he had just done, his hands shaking as memories of all of the times his own father aimed a gun at him flashing in his eyes. He had just done something similar to his own son.

He dropped to his knees without noticing what he was doing, a loud thud resounding throughout the otherwise quiet house. He vaguely registered his body shaking.

All Vikram could do in that moment was replay the moment, memories of himself in Samuel's position threatening to overtake everything. He could only see the similarities in the situations.

He was a monster just like his father was.

He was a monster just like his father.

"Vikram?" Fariz asked as he neared the kneeling man, his voice full of concern. He walked towards his boyfriend, resting his hand on Vikram's shoulder and watching him flinch at the touch. "What happened?"

"I'm a monster, Fariz," Vikram said, not answering Fariz's question completely. Numbness soon began to wash over him, the emotion inside of him dissipating just like how his Baba taught him.

"I'm just like Baba."

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Do I like this ending? Not really, but that's not new. I just needed to write this angst out.

I couldn't let Chester be the only one writing Stone pulling a gun out on his family. :)

Requests are open! Please look at "Rules for Requesting NSFW" before requesting anything NSFW!

[ewingstan]

I want to know your philosophy-ask-game opinion on Evette Lambsbridge. (Headmate Evette, probably, since that's the only one we see in any depth.)

SEND ME A WILDBOW CHARACTER YOU LOVE. I WILL TELL YOU WHICH PHILOSOPHICAL THOUGHT EXPERIMENT YOU SHOULD GET REALLY OPINIONATED ABOUT (SLASH DEVELOP A PSYCHOSEXUAL FIXATION ON)

The obvious move here would be to focus on all the personal identity-related thought experiments that can be applied directly to headmates. For instance, I could say Evette fans want to fuck the too-many-thinkers problem—though that'd be too cute, as well as somewhat misleading. More importantly, I want this to be something that applies to Evette fans, not just fans of the concept of headmates—even if "young man gets possessed by the mind of a young woman" is already easy to fit as a psychosexual fixation. Out of respect for Evette as a character, we wont take the easy route.

The truth can't be denied. Fans of Evette want to fuck Hegel's concept of antithesis.

(or alternatively, wants to fuck the dialectical/negatively rational moment insofar as it opposes the moment of fixity).

My evidence:

Evette exists as a reaction to the concept of Sylvester

This is both in the sense that Sy's self-concept collapsed in such a way that a new concept had to emerge (not out of nothing, but rather guided by and in response to the previous concept),

and in the sense that she is the personification of the struggles Sy has endured within his typical mode/concept ("I am Sy's pain").

She is seemingly defined by having an oppositional attitude towards everything: the Academy, Mauer for some reason, the rest of the lamb headmates, Sy's relationship with Jessie, etc.

This extends even to her fashion, which is noted to be mod and eccentric. This is best read as a statement/reaction against hegemonic aesthetic norms.

She got naked and covered herself in soap to make herself hard to grab (the concept of antithesis is slippery).

She's a necessary part of the causal chain that resulted in Sylvester's eventual Sy-nthesis (boo) and post arc-14 character growth, dubious as that growth may be.

Relatedly, she prefigures the synthesis of Lord Simon from Sy and the Infante headmate.

This would normally be the part where I write a short blurb sexualizing the relevant concept in the character's voice, but if you can't already sexualize this—

—then you're beyond help

[chesters-ocs]

I was thinking about Kali and Henna Artist!Kali when all of a sudden my brain went: Sarabi wouldn't want kids. And like what a truly random to have but also, yeah, I can't really see Sarabi as a father.

I mean, I know I joked once or twice that Kali was the father of The Lions with Sarabi as the mom (which totally tracks with their callsigns since Kali is also called Mufasa ((which is the callsign he prefers))), but oh my god Father!Sarabi is like non-existent in my head. He's actually like the big brother of The Lions.

Which now it makes sense why when I think about Sarabi and Stone together, he's never with Girl Dad!Stone. The only father Sarabi is, is a cat dad. Mayber a dog dad if he can find a dog and a cat to co-exist together.

pet dad!sarabi my beloved. it now makes sense why he kept trying to steal Shadow and put him into the treehouse on the ranch dhfskgsh

[schuetm]

basics:

full name:  william michael schuester

nicknames:  will

gender:  cisman

pronouns:  he/him

sexuality:  pansexual

aesthetics:  cardigan chic, yacht rock, drunk karaoke, messy classroom energy, motivational pinterest boards, glitter on the carpet, inspirational breakdowns, spotify playlists of karaoke tracks for showers/the car/if there's a lull in glee club

age:  33

date of birth: december 28

zodiac sign:  capricorn

residence:  apartment in soho, nyc

occupation:  glee club director & spanish language professor @ nyada

species:  White Musical Theatre Tenor tm

appearance:

faceclaim:  andrew garfield

voice claim:  andrew garfield

height:  5'10"

eyes:  brown

hair:  brown

tattoos: "SHOW CHOIR 4 LYFE" emotionally branded on his soul

other distinguishing features:  intense "inspirational teacher" eye contact

style:  somewhere between divorced realtor and business casual with teacher flair, button downs, vests, khakis, sweater vests, cardigans

personality:

traits:  passionate, optimistic, idealistic, stubborn, oblivious, loyal

labels / tropes:  the inspiring teacher tm, mr. holland's opus wannabe, overinvested in teen drama

mental health:  his?? what about mine??? i'm the psychopath who applied for him????

likes:  coffee, knowing the gossip, standing in doorways dramatically, emotionally charged duets with students

dislikes  cynicism, dishonesty, too much vibrato, when people do not go for the belt and swap to head voice instead

fears:  becoming irrelevant

phobias:  an out of tune piano

hobbies:  arranging mashups

skills:  learning languages

quirks:  stress-induced sleeplessness

pet peeves:  too much vibrato, really bad accents

family:

mother:  mary schuester, interior designer

father:  william schuester senior, realtor

spouse / lover:  ex-wife (cassandra july)

children:  two daughters (deceased)

best friend:  tbd

rival:  tbd

crushing on:  susan sue sylvester, tbd

nemesis:  susan sue sylvester, the duolingo owl

faves:

ice cream flavour:  rocky road because it reflects his path to tenure

time of the day / night:  early evening (aka glee club rehearsal time)

weather:  concert season

breakfast food:  waffle house order: hash browns scattered, smothered, covered, waffle with peanut butter chips, jimmy dean sausage patties, two eggs poached and a biscuit

dinner food:  chicken pot pie but the brits know what's up with a cottage pie too

colours:  sunset orange, deep blue, olive green

songs:  if journey has no stans he is dead

other random stuff:

a cherished item:  will has a folder of thank you notes from his students, questionable choreography videos

first love:  cassandra july

usual mood:  annoyingly optimistic while turning on the "teacher mode" switch, sometimes frustrated, always cheesy af

1 thing they want to do / experience before they die:  create a mashup so powerful it ends college cyberbullying

defining moments:  rapping at nyada's opening musical ceremonies unironically, crying while playing "fix you" on the ukulele, the fact that he exists

headcanons

schue went to the university of texas for musical theatre where he met cassandra july. they were college sweethearts and got married six years ago. they had two daughters together who passed away in a tragic accident. will and cassie divorced and will threw himself into his work!!

rather than try to be the new aaron tveit at this point in his career, will decided to go back to school and get his masters in teaching. nyada had an opening in the spanish language department so he took it. he really wanted to teach... anything else, but it was the only job they had open. so now the duolingo owl haunts him daily as he learns spanish alongside his kids.

recently there was a scandal at nyada involving the longtime glee club director, sandy ryerson. will immediately applied for the job and somehow got it despite having little to no experience in teaching post-teenagers how to sing. still, he's run the glee club for one semester so far and is coming to the end of his first. he's hoping they'll actually have people attend their concert, and then we'll talk about competing.

[lwlrence]

methods of inspiration when enhancing your being to become: Doctor's edition

(it's a mode of being when you want to quintessentially, beat the living shit out of the actor who did you wrong because 'who you look up to' is actually the opposite)

William Hartnell (1st Doctor): you really do want to say that he walks like a gentleman who knew how to drive a Nissan Micra and make it look sexy as hell, like he glamourized your nan and he made you look good. so take the piss out of him by you outsmarting the viewer by teleporting them into a condescending Jesus storyline and make it your fault, cuz that is how the show started out.

Patrick Troughton (2nd Doctor): you will never make sense of things so easily, so why not act like your own best friend, heck he can even talk to you like you were not there, so why are you typing this and making fun.. oh... you're quite the actor that made a heart look too damn good that you can actually persuade the view.. no... you make fun of you... no... you make.. no.. you.. no. you.. basically you don't have to do anything but to make love by making love become love.. everybody's hell is putting something on screens for the viewer that shouldn't even be there except that you were not there for yourself, the lonely doctor was apparently once the most demonised heart in the planet. he was never even moral,,, he was a Judas so smarter than never, it's best to severely hate humanity but for the sake of your own time, become a villain. become that guy. be the asshole to take back what you.. just do it because you actually have a shit to give and you would just be with your wife dogging her for the rest of your life. camera is just a fuckery of all the people you hate.

Jon Pertwee (3rd Doctor): he doesn't come to life. he a miracle but you're the miracle to meet no one. just make fun of him in every single way by watching his episodes backwards and spot any mistakes that he made, chances are that he may fix them but he physically can't cuz time of the 3rd Doctor went physically past and you're telling a dead man to get back up from the grave and do something he can't do, like think of what dead people can't do and do that. he's not even there to 'fix it' for you or what else can he do

Tom Baker (4th Doctor): he hates actually fucking up the timeline. like he's alive and historically accurate to doing but he appreciates the living shit out of everything, make his ego go by telling him what his generation doesn't have and imply physical laws of existence to the world become, he knows the time in his hands is short and he also knows that regards to wifi and the future will not be there for him in the next 10 years, take it back and make it so that he will not live to see you because the man knows how so make him look too damn inferior for him to make sense of 'nothing'. reduce the man to atoms and make it your life

Peter Davison (5th Doctor): you can't take it back. he needs to be rectified. the actor (i feel deathly sorry for him) cannot go back to the world he really wanted, so take back Gallifrey by looking up the companions lives and destroying theirs cuz they are more heartbroken but heartbreakers to you than they are, the show went to the companions lives than it did for the Doctor cuz he is the guide, no. he made the companions, he was a role model. he did not just do, he made to break, that's why he wore celery and patiently played his part like a cricketer. make his companions lives hell cuz they aint better than u.

Colin Baker (6th Doctor): this guy has vengeance but it's like a wakeup call cuz uncannily, the man doesn't see. so it's best to give him a tour of your own living room like he was going to enter a new world because he's a lot like Ariel from the little mermaid discovering what her life is like on land before meeting Prince Eric.

Sylvester McCoy (7th Doctor): he doesn't want you to open the page of the book you're holding in your hand cuz the man hates to think when he's more doing but laughs at you for not doing it because that's where you get your ideas from, like who the fck does he think he is, like even scarily similar to your life, make new stories cuz in every way, he is the ?question mark? that solves itself, he likes to fondle with these things but hates it when new problems surface because he will question the show itself to the fault as the Doctor, he will never quit the role so give him too much problems for the man itself to retire in a grave. he likes to leave it too sharply to know he'll be happy if a man did it very much less for a woman to type all this up to make bad men realise they have a heart. he a mans man but a womans nobody.

Paul McGann (8th Doctor): you won't show up. you won't actually give in. he is the pinnacle of show but hated himself for it, he'd expect a big fat movie and walk.. no. no. no. the man hasn't got a question to dignify except that time is laid out for a man physically so you're not reviving him... and so where his legacy went... after years... he lies in the written language. he doesn't lie in oxygen nor thin air,,, he makes a man question his sexuality much more than a woman can say 'inshaa Allah'. i'm a Muslim woman writing this as a layout for wannabe actors to gain courage to be in a TV show that never expired out of time but kept to date all because he wanted to have sex. sex. what is sex like to you because sex is creation so is writing... outsmart him by forgiving him for the political shit show and go for where it hurts, write like the last time because writing is being, fuck your own heart like you do with all those written messages to a lover you'll never have, what will she/he think of you

Christopher Eccleston (9th Doctor): you have to forget who you are, cuz anger is actually terrifying but the rebirth of it comes with a solid vengeance against God with a truthful reason and that's sincerity, you have had a powerful reason to act because in some way, you were belittled too far and it actually wounded you because of why you act, you don't need a qualification in being when society needs you to actually give into some academic qualification that resulted you in actually being pissed off so you don't need to BBC to justify your reasons to live because who the fuck do they think they are, they got no business in interfering in your life like that of which you want and take it away from you and giving you expectations in working a fucking camera and you have deep family problems that are preventing you from actually buying a camera or having a lack of confidence in directing because the education system does not benefit people that do need it, like the ones who are being bullied.. no. you're being bullied by the higher class twats not actually doing anything to sustain the worldly affairs given to the lower class because the entire world needs to break out of the pyramid scheme because it doesn't fucking exist, outsmart Eccleston by actually fucking your life up for the right people and that is one per every heart there is, he may have had his chance to see it but the story is never over. he may come back but he is not even alone, not in his society, not in yours because he fought for your rights to live by conveniently being the guy everyone wants around because a job can never do you justice except a heart that needed you most.

David Tennant (10th Doctor): he doesn't actually see you or else he would have saved you straight away, he doesn't like you and he doesn't want anything to do with you because you're not his heart, he lives in fiction sincerely and he doesn't like the way you think because it is you who thought of all the aliens he was constantly fighting because he actually wanted to have sex. that's his downfall. he's a pretty bastard trapped in his own petty cycle cuz he is the only Doctor not aware that he's being watched by millions every Saturday night. trap him by setting him up on a downfall he will never escape. reality. he hates not actually receiving attention in real life because in every single way, he is not him. show him up by using your social influence on doing what he could have done in every single way, David is a twat.

(i will continue this on the next post)

[acesandocs]

What i think the utdm cast would do in Minecraft

Marius - starts every new game by locating and robbing the nearest village, pretends to be your Minecart gf so you'll give him your diamonds, makes everyone pride flags via banners, goal is to craft an entire netherite set of armor. skin = cute anime egirl 

Jack - usually does what his friends do and goes on a creeper killing spree if his house gets blown up, fixes up the villages Marius raids and builds them an iron golem. Gets really into the trading system cuz he likes to see the villagers level up. skin = Enderman 

Eveline - plays in creative or easy mode to relax. Likes making redstone and musicbox contraptions, and collecting all the jukebox disks, will let the game play in the background just to listen to the music, can't stop taming parrots. skin = something artistic, like a straight up detailed pixel drawing of a bird or flower 

Lottie and little L - they have a peaceful server where they built a farm and have a bunch of farm animals, have either a cutesy pink texture pack or a cottage core inspired one. skin = Pink princess and queen of hearts

Malwina - does Minecraft role-play, wasn't initially into building but started so she could make set pieces and environments for her rp’s, downloads mods with new decorations and custom blocks for her builds, helps little L and Lottie build cute houses inspired by Victorian architecture. = custom skin that's her sona 

Máire - would have to be convinced to start playing by a friend, like jack she just follows someone else’s lead but will eventually get really into enchanting and making potions cuz the sounds are very asmr. skin = something witchy 

Sylvester - wouldn't get into it on his own but his kids love it so he and his wife got it so they can play with them and participate in any Minecraft related conversations around the dinner table, they just wanna show that they care about their kids interests. skin = Steve (his kids eventually change his and his wife's skin to Morticia and Gomez Addams)

Flynn - makes a server just so he can abuse his admin powers and greef people, would never admit to anyone that he plays Minecraft. skin = creeper with a suit 

Cora - lore expert, makes YouTube theory videos, even plays the spin of games and tries to haphazardly fit them together into one universe. skin = Herobrine

The characters belong to @libras-interactives

[kalundan]

Excerpt from "Disjuncture and Difference in the Global Cultural Economy" (1990), Arjun Appadurai

Iyer's own account of the uncanny Philippine affinity for American popular music is rich testimony to the global culture of the hyperreal, for somehow Philippine renditions of American popular songs are both more widespread in the Philippines, and more disturbingly faithful to their originals, then they are in the United States today. An entire nation seems to have learned to mimic Kenny Rogers and the Lennon sisters, like a vast Asian Motown chorus. But Americanization is certainly a pallid term to apply to such a situation, for not only are there more Filipinos singing perfect renditions of some American songs (often from the American past) than there are Americans doing so, there is also, of course, the fact that the rest of their lives is not in complete synchrony with the referential world that first gave birth to these songs.

In a further globalizing twist on what Frederic Jameson has recently called "nostalgia for the present" (1989), these Filipinos look back to a world they have never lost. This is one of the central ironies of the politics of global cultural flows, especially in the arena of entertainment and leisure. It plays havoc with the hegemony of Eurochronology. American nostalgia feeds on Filipino desire represented as a hypercompetent reproduction. Here, we have nostalgia without memory. The paradox, of course, has its explanations, and they are historical; unpacked, they lay bare the story of the American missionization and political rape of the Philippines, one result of which has been the creation of a nation of make-believe Americans, who tolerated for so long a leading lady who played the piano while the slums of Manila expanded and decayed. Perhaps the most radical postmodernists would argue that this is hardly surprising because in the peculiar chronicities of late capitalism, pastiche and nostalgia are central modes of image production and reception. Americans themselves are hardly in the present anymore as they stumble into the mega-technologies of the twenty-first century garbed in the film-noir scenarios of sixties' chills, fifties' diners, forties' clothing, thirties' houses, twenties' dances, and so on ad infinitum.

As far as the United States is concerned, one might suggest that the issue is no longer one of nostalgia but of a social imaginaire built largely around reruns. Jameson was bold to link the politics of nostalgia to the postmodern commodity sensibility, and surely he was right (1983). The drug wars in Colombia recapitulate the tropical sweat of Vietnam, with Ollie North and his succession of masks - Jimmy Stewart concealing John Wayne concealing Spiro Agnew and all of them transmogrifying into Sylvester Stallone, who wins in Afghanistan - thus simultaneously fulfilling the secret American envy of Soviet imperialism and the rerun (this time with a happy ending) of the Vietnam War. The Rolling Stones, approaching their fifties, gyrate before eighteen-year-olds who do not appear to need the machinery of nostalgia to be sold on their parents' heroes. Paul McCartney is selling the Beatles to a new audience by hitching his oblique nostalgia to their desire for the new that smacks of the old. Dragnet is back in nineties' drag, and so is Adam-12, not to speak of Batman and Mission Impossible, all dressed up technologically but remarkably faithful to the atmospherics of their originals.

The past is now not a land to return to in simple politics of memory. It has become a synchronic warehouse of cultural scenarios, a kind of temporal central casting, to which recourse can be taken as appropriate, depending on the movie to be made, the scene to be enacted, the hostages to be rescued. All this is par for the course, if you follow Jean Baudrillard or Jean-François Lyotard in a world of signs wholly unmoored from their social signifiers (all the world's a Disneyland). But I would like to suggest that the apparent increasing substitutability of whole periods and postures for one another, in the cultural styles of advanced capitalism, is tied to larger global forces, which have done much to show Americans that the past is usually another country. If your present is their future (as in much modernization theory and in many self-satisfied tourist fantasies), and their future is your past (as in the case of Filipino virtuosos of American popular music), then your own past can be made to appear as simply a normalized modality of your present.

[strangears]

Synthpop Retrospective - Bronski Beat : The Age of Consent

Quand The Age of Consent sort en 1984, le mouvement est déjà bien installé. C'en est même une très bonne année avec les débuts d'Alphaville et leur « Forever Young » , le « SFX » d'Haruomi Hosono (curiosité d'un membre d'YMO sur laquelle il faut foncer), « Who's Afraid of the Art of Noise » ou encore des sorties – pas les meilleures - d'Ultravox, OMD, Depeche Mode, Jean-Michel Jarre sans oublier le « Like A Virgin » de Madonna, qui ne fait qu'asseoir la Synthpop dans le mainstream. Deux albums vont pourtant sortir du lot, principalement par leur engagement pour la cause homo-sexuelle ; « Welcome to the Pleasuredome » de Frankie Goes to Hollywood et « The Age of Consent » de Bronski Beat.

Non pas que la musique n'est pas importante ici – je reviendrai un jour sur le travail de Trevor Horn pour le groupe derrière « Relax » - mais elle marquera moins que le message derrière les deux œuvres ; l'homo-sexualité existe et il faudra faire avec. Comme l'écrit Simon Reynolds dans son « Rip it Up and Start Again », ça ne se lit pas sur son visage que Jimmy Somerville est homosexuel (contrairement aux Frankie Goes qui en poussaient l'imagerie dans ses retranchements) ; son objectif était de montrer qu'un gay ressemblait à n'importe qui d'autres. Pourtant, ce qui frappe aussi, c'est la différence entre ce physique, un peu skin sorti tout droit de « This is England » et la voix du personnage, ce que je ne m'attendais pas à la première écoute.

« Smalltown Boy » est bien sûr devenu un hymne, repris dans le film « Pride » sorti en 2014 (excellente BO pour les amateurs de Synthpop) et cela est moins du à la production – certes impeccable, jouant avec adresse sur un sentiment entre joie et mélancolie – de Steve Bronski et Larry Steinbacheck qu'au chant haut-perché de Jimmy, rappelant alors l'autre icône queer Sylvester, aussi bien pour sa façon de pousser la gueulante que dans le rythme de certaines compositions ; « Why » est clairement un single Hi-NRJ.

Outre ces deux tubes, que trouvons-nous dans cette première galette ? Deux reprises. Une de « It Ain't Necessarily So », un standard de jazz des Gershwin, qui je trouve, ne marche pas forcément dans une production synthétique, même si elle sonne toujours moins kitsch que le « Heatwave » un peu plus loin. Et une autre « double » reprise du « I Feel Love » de Moroder/Summer et « Johnny Remember Me » de Goddard, dans une version rappelant fortement celle du producteur italien Giorgio, moins Moog certainement mais avec quelques ajouts sympathiques, un mélange de deux classiques qui fonctionne étonnamment bien.

Sur le reste de l'album, qui oscille donc entre Hi-NRJ synthétique (« Junk » fait le job) et des titres plus « downtempo », Jimmy continue à pousser ses longues notes de diva soul, souvent les mêmes, au point où on finit par se lasser de ce qui faisait la qualité première d'Age of Consent. Surtout pour des textes aussi bateaux que « No More War », sur lesquels je ne peux même pas jeter la pierre, cri du cœur oblige, on a pas mieux à dire dans l'époque de conflit actuelle et subie. « Need-A-Man Blues » et « Love & Money » sont quant à elles, des pièces aussi rythmées qu'atmosphériques, j'apprécie beaucoup le second, notamment pour ce gimmick au clavier qui revient tout le long et ces envolées planantes au saxophone.

Vous serez moins étonnés après avoir lu cette chronique de savoir que le second album de Bronski Beat, sans la voix de Jimmy Somerville parti fonder The Communards, ait moins fonctionné. Sans lui, The Age of Consent aurait été beaucoup plus commun. On peut retrouver un petit peu la saveur de ce qu'aurait donné un VRAI second album, avec le trio d'origine sur l'album de remixes et de démos Hundreds & Thousands ou sur certaines versions « expanded » mais pour la suite, on préférera passer du côté des Communards plutôt que chez Bronski (mais bon, vous me connaissez, je vais écouter les deux quand même !)