#I can sing along to

[casiavium]

I'm planning on seeing Barbie this weekend and after everything I've seen about it 1. Still don't really understand the plot and 2. I don't know if I want to see it. It's not a Barbie movie it's a movie with Barbies in it

[suja-janee]

Bireena request: 2/5 (request from anonymous)

Uhh slight boobie warning under the cut vvv

The titan versions get along a little TOO well hehehehehehehhehehe

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Turtle Takedown Teamwork.

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[lunamay3]

Ya know, one thing I think is really cool about Epic: The Musical is that it kinda returns The Odyssey back to its roots. Let me explain that.

So The Odyssey was originally a sung poem passed orally between singers called rhapsodes for generations before it was written down. It is this written version of essentially a really long song that would eventually become the text that we know of called The Odyssey. The Odyssey that we know is just one version of a larger piece of musical communal storytelling.

These days when people interact with The Odyssey it’s usually as a book (that’s probably not even read aloud) instead of as a musical performance. Aka most people who have read The Odyssey have never heard The Odyssey.

It’s also more static. The Odyssey is the “true” version, everything else is an adaptation at best. It’s no longer considered a communal story in which anyone can be an author.

Then Epic comes along. Like any adaptation it does contribute to as close as we can get to that original communal storytelling, but also, by being a musical, it does what only musical adaptations of The Odyssey can do. It makes The Odyssey a musical performance again, the way it originally was thousands of years ago.

And I just think that’s neat.

[montereybayaquarium]

What would a humpback whale sing on hump day?

🎵🐋🎵

Woah, we’re halfway there

Woah-oh, leapin’ in the air 

Take my fluke, we'll make it, I swear

Woah-oh, the weekend’s nearly here

[buxiee]

teetle toots doing their daily rap practice!!

I WANTED DRAW THE TEETLE TOTS SO BAD AND THOUGHT OF THIS AUSAHASUH

[ghost-bxrd]

Fae dick will break the joker after Ethiopia.

Heck yeah.

Fae? Or any other creature? They’re vindictive. Vindictive to a fault. And loyal. They don’t give away their love easily. Yeah, they can feel fond of things. Even like them. But love? Familial or otherwise? That’s sacred to them. More so to Dick, who already had to suffer losing his family once. So this? Yeah, he’s not having it.

But oh, if you think Joker’s just gonna get killed off then you’re so, so wrong. There are so many other ways, better ways, to make a human suffer. Worse things than death. Worse things than any kind of torture humans could come up with.

Dick makes Joker pay. Every second Jason had to spend with that madman is amplified tenfold, stretched into eternity. Dick traps him in a nightmare he will never wake up from. By the time he’s done with Joker, there won’t be an ounce of that monster left inside that sick little brain. There won’t be anything left of the joker.

By the time Dick allows the creatures to eat Joker alive, the man’s been begging for death for what translate to several centuries to the human mind.

[glassofpumpkinjuice]

pete singing along to the (shipped) gold standard

(london 11/2/23)

[gwenlena]

people who complain about people singing at concerts are so annoying if you only want to listen to the artists thats what listening at music at home is for. concerts are a social experience you go there to be with other people who like the music as much as you do, you dont get to stop them enjoying it because you dont know what a concert is

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

[hattedhedgehog]

Me when the Kinnporsche theme comes on.

[magnetoapologist]

these covers EAT. play everlong by foo fighters

[i-havenothingelsetopost]

I keep being impressed by fanfic Danny's ability to talk without breathing. Like I fully subscribe to him not needing to breathe to live no matter which form he's in, it's just that for me, as someone who tends to talk pretty fast and likes to sing, it's often less about the oxygen and more about having air in the bellows I call my lungs

[cedar-sunshine]

I need to stream my writing on twitch or some shit. Nobody would watch but it'd make sure that I don't get too distracted

[enigma-absolute]

Despite having never seen the Muppet Movie in full, Gonzo's solo has been chewing through my brain so I figured - why not?

Backing Instrumental Link (starts at 1:10)

[meanya]

I think one of the worst problems with having the ADHD Internal 24/7 Radio Station, "the only station that broadcasts directly to your brain, from your brain!" is when you have to read words.

I purposefully don't put on music when I read so I can focus on the words of the text... but that doesn't matter because the ADHD Internal 24/7 Radio Station is playing the same song on repeat for the next 2 hours and I have to try and block it out as best I can to absorb the information from the text.