#Rhapsody In Rivets

[ducktracy]

!!!NEW REVIEW!!!

dubbed as “the working-class Fantasia”, there really is no more apt way to describe Rhapsody in Rivets. Friz Freleng was no man better suited for the job: his musical prowess transforms politely amusing gags into a feat of animated synchronicity, just as his no-nonsense, no frills directing style is perfect for the rough and tumble tone that eases any pretension. the first of many Freleng shorts to revolve around this piece, construction workers do their duty, their collaborative building meticulously timed to Franz Liszt’s “Hungarian Rhapsody No. II”.

[chrissignore]

Day 10 -- "Merrie Melodies"

"Rhapsody in Rivets", 1941. Directed by Friz Freleng 🙂

[dafpork]

i so wish i had my LT obsession when i was still in highschool because i would've aced all of my history classes by connecting the dates to the actor au timeline or something. cruel world

[somecluelessidiot]

New chapter of 'A '70s Rhapsody' by somecluessidiot on AO3:

And Remus...

Remus was quite unlike anyone he'd ever known. That was the simplest way to put it. He was witty and clever and sarcastic and hilariously rude at times and arguably just as loyal as Peter. He did as he wanted, whether that was dedicating his time to his studies so that he could go off to university and probably become a corporate manager one day, or sneaking off to help James to pull an uproariously well thought-out (and sometimes cruel) prank. He was persistently chopping and changing, moody one moment and happy the next, never constant and never without a sharp comeback.

He was an ocean of stormy seas and calm waves, with the tiniest brush of wind bringing the storm again, disturbing the tranquility that was before. He reached out and pulled away like the tides, folding in on himself when it all became too much, then returning to his usual semi-extroverted nature. He was confusion personified, shifting so much that even Sirius's quick wit and sharp mind struggled to keep up. He was everything and nothing, everywhere and nowhere, all at once.

It was riveting just to be around him, to be swept up in his chaos, to be soothed by his organisation, to be insulted and complimented, to be the object of his jokes or the ones who prompted them. He was the sea, the sky, and the ground all at once, and Sirius wanted nothing more than pry open his mind and figure out what was going on in there. It had to be a lot, he assumed, because how could someone be so intelligent and ever have silence in their mind? How could someone transform so much so quickly without reason or means to do so? What could make a person so combustible, he wondered countless times?

It was fascinating. He was fascinating. Every little movement, every little trick that Remus did, hypnotised Sirius, because how could someone be so... Remus?

[musingsofmonica]

February 2025 Diverse Reads

February 2025 Diverse Reads:    

•”Red Clay” by Charles B. Fancher, February 4, Blackstone Publishing, Literary/Historical/Gothic/Saga/Cultural Heritage/African American & Black/World Literature/Red Clay/Paris/Côte d'Azur/New Orleans

•”Junie” by Erin Crosby Eckstine, February 04, Ballantine Books, Literary/Historical/Gothic/Saga/Cultural Heritage/African American & Black

•”Harlem Rhapsody” by Victoria Christopher Murray, February 04, Berkley, Literary/Historical/Saga/Cultural Heritage/African American & Black

•”A Season of Light” by Julie Iromuanya, February 04, Algonquin Books, Literary/Historical/Family Life/Political/Cultural Heritage/African American & Black/World Literature/Florida/Nigeria

•”People of Means” by Nancy Johnson, February 11, William Morrow, Literary/Historical/Saga/Political/Cultural Heritage/African American & Black/Multiple Timelines

•”The Riveter” by Jack Wang, February 11, HarperVia, Literary/Historical/Political/Romance/Multicultural & Interracial/Diversity & Multicultural/Cultural Heritage/Asian American/World Literature/Canada

•”Waiting for the Long Night Moon: Stories” by Amanda Peters, February 11, Catapult, Literary, Short Stories, Short Story Collection, Cultural, Ethnic & Regional/Race & Ethnic Relations/Ethnic Studies/Discrimination & Race Relations/Social Themes/Cultural Heritage/Native American & Aboriginal

•”Yours, Eventually” by Nura Maznavi, February 18, Dutton, Contemporary/Romance/Family Life/Cultural Heritage/Pakistani/Muslim

•”Fundamentally” by Nussaibah Younis, February 25, Tiny Reparations Books, Literary/Dark Humor/Political/Women/LGBTQ/Cultural, Ethnic & Regional/Race & Ethnic Relations/Social Themes/Girls & Women/World Literature/London/Iraq

,”The Grand Scheme of Things” by Warona Jay, February 25, Washington Square Press, Literary/Romance/Performing Arts/Dance, Theater & Musicals/Social Themes/Multicultural & Interracial/Diversity & Multicultural/Cultural, Ethnic & Regional/Discrimination & Race Relations/Race & Ethnic Relations/Discrimination & Race/Cultural Heritage/African American & Black/World Literature/London

•”Bibliophobia: A Memoir” by Sarah Chihaya, February 04, Random House, Memoir/Biography ——> cultural identity, mental illness, books, and literary criticism. 

•”The Dissenters” by Youssef Rakha, February 4, Graywolf Press, Literary/Historical/Saga/Multigenerational/Political/Family Life/Women/Cultural Heritage/Arab/Muslim/World Literature/Egypt

•”The Voices of Adriana” by Elvira Navarro, translated by Christina Macsweeney, February 18, Two Lines Press, Literary/Metafiction/Magical Realism/Coming of Age/Family Life/Women/World Literature/Spain

•”Who I Always Was: A Memoir” by Theresa Okokon, February 4, Atria Books, Memoir/Biography —— themes of Blackness, African spirituality, family, abandonment, belonging, and coming of age as a Black girl in Wisconsin suburbs/World Literature/Wisconsin/Nigeria

•”The Edge of Water” by Olufunke Grace Bankole, February 4, Tin House Books, Literary/Historical/Saga/Multigenerational/Family Life/Women/Folklore/Religion/Cultural Heritage/African American & Black/World Literature/New Orleans/Nigeria

•”Death Takes Me” by Cristina Rivera Garza, translated by Robin Myers & Sarah Booker, February 25, Hogarth, Literary/Noir/Thriller/Suspense/ Mystery & Detective/Women Sleuths/Feminism/World Literature/Mexico

•”Loca” by Alejandro Heredia, February 11, Simon & Schuster, Literary/Historical/Friendship/Family Life/Women/LGBTQ/Cultural Heritage/Afro-Caribbean/World Literaturel/Dominican Republics/NYC

•”Snowy Day and Other Stories” by Lee Chang-Dong, translated by Heinz Insu Fenkl & Yoosup Chang, February 18, Penguin Press, Literary/Historical/Short Stories/Short Story Collection, Cultural, Ethnic & Regional/Race & Ethnic Relations/Ethnic Studies/Discrimination & Race Relations/Social Themes/World Literature/South Korea

•”Mornings Without Mii” by Mayumi Inaba, translated by Ginny Tapley Takemori, February 25, FSG Originals, Memoir/Biography —— a meditation on love, grief, solitude, independence, writing, and life alongside a cat/World Literature/Japan 

•”Ugliness” by Moshtari Hilal, translated by Elisabeth Lauffer, February 11, New Vessel Press, Memoir/Biography —— mix of essay, poetry, and own drawings — cultural and social history of the body and a meditation on beauty-worshipping celebrity culture and the beauty industry for.  Hilal uses a broad cultural lens to question norms of appearance--ostensibly her own, but in fact everyone's/Feminism & Feminist Theory/Women's Studies/Cultural & Social/Social Themes/World Literature/Afghanistan/Germany  

[crazy-cartoons01]

Rhapsody in Rivets!..

''Rhapsody in Rivets' is Looney Tunes'' best use of Hungarian Rhapsody.

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[termiteterraceclub]

Termite Terrace Club - December 6th

1930 - Big Man from the North - Dir. Hugh Harman and Rudolf Ising

1941 - Rhapsody in Rivets - Dir. Friz Freleng

1947 - Catch as Cats Can - Dir. Arthur Davis

1958 - Hip Hip-Hurry! - Dir. Chuck Jones

TV

1992 - Tiny Toon Adventures Season 3 (Season Finale): “It’s a Wonderful Tiny Toons Christmas Special”

1993 - Animaniacs Season 1: “A Christmas Plotz” / “Little Drummer Warners”.

[dorothydalmati1]

Looney Tunes/Merrie Melodies 1941 Episode 39: Rhapsody in Rivets

Written by Michael Maltese

Directed by Friz Freleng

Animated by Gil Turner

Character designs by Bob Givens (there are no voice characterizations as the short doesn’t have any dialogue)

[ladygeeks]

Strange New Worlds Season 2, Episode 9, “Subspace Rhapsody,” is the kind of electrifying penultimate few shows could pull off. Yet, the Star Trek installment does so, bringing to our screens an explosion of emotions with riveting (and slightly discomfiting) performances. The series’ anthology format gives it plenty of space to lift off from various planes, and while last week’s episode was profoundly heavy, this one brings a plethora of feelings with a little more light.

In more ways than one, it’s Uhura’s episode to shine, but Strange New Worlds’ “Subspace Rhapsody” further paves the road for the romances in the series. Three primary relationships stand on the cusp of something meaningful, altering the course of where they are by revealing the importance of transparency. At the same time, the series continues to emphasize the significance of communication, which, if I were a full-blown-Trekkie, I might be able to confirm further. It’s a thoroughly enriching episode with a strong thematic focus to organically nudge the characters to where they’re supposed to be.

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[dzmoot]

THE ALL KNOWER

Much talk filled the air (or lack thereof) on Namasis, the Moon of Toons, home of, well the Tuuns, of course. 5 beloved Tuuns went on a trek across the galaxy in a space sleigh, an interstellar vacation to strange new worlds, to venture to a planet inhabited by spider people and reunite with old friends. And then, when they were supposed to arrive back, they never showed. Hours passed into days and days passed into weeks and weeks, you guessed it, passed on into months. No postcards, no holographic well wishes, not even a text message, although it would be devilishly hard to send one considering no Tuuns had cellphones. Those closest to those Tuuns wondered if something catastrophic had happened to their friends. Had the sleigh crashed into a sun? Were they devoured by a giant slug in an asteroid? Were they held up at the nearest intergalactic gas station sucking lunar slurpies from large cups? It drove them bonkers, the 3 friends who were perhaps the closest to these 5 Tuuns.

There was Igginsworth, the feline Zarrian from the world of Ippicus and his caninus Canango friend Grundelwarg with two out of three functioning eyes. Then there was Moto, the Insectoid who could tell how good or bad someone was by reading their hearts. The three of them had been on many adventures with these 5 Tuuns and debated whether to go and find them personally, retrace their footsteps on all the exotic worlds they had personally set foot upon. Then, they heard music swelling in the distance like that of a parade, getting louder and louder as it drew closer to them until their ears were filled with the orchestral symphonies, the riveting rhapsodies of the large boxy caravan that stood before them.

Out of the front of the enormous carriage came a Tuun platypus. He was adorned in vibrant garments and spectacles that glowed like electric candy canes. He twirled his walking stick around and danced and sang along with the music. He had even done what the humans of Earth would consider a "moon walk". Igginsworth, Grundelwarg and Moto had heard of this fellow Patty Pus in the past for Kruonch complained that he was nothing more than a snake oil salesman or a storyteller of poppycock, but this was the first time they had seen him up close. He was weird and outlandish and moved like he had fire ants stinging in his pants but they couldn't deny for a second that he was extraordinarily gifted in putting on a shindig for everyone to see!

Little did anyone know that Patty, or Pattanius Pus was in fact one of the oldest Tuuns on Namasis, living for many, many years and seeing his share of events play out. While many Tuuns throughout the years died off and became new Tuuns entirely, Patty remained the same and since the Tuuns of the past never documented anything or kept any information on their complicated origins, Patty took it upon himself to share his knowledge and knowings with all Tuunkind. He made a discovery, a large sentient box like device the size of a train car, presumably left behind by the astronaut circus performers who dwelled there years before the Tuuns existed. What it was exactly and how it was able to do the things it did, your guess was as good as Patty's. He opened it up and was surprised to see the enormous theater, the shadow puppets performing on their own without anyone pulling their strings and the magnificent shape shifting abilities the device had when its lever or switch was pulled. Patty implanted all his knowledge of Namasis into the device and used it to travel all over the moon, telling his stories and "tall tales" to all the Tuuns. Some were interested, others stood by in boredom, others threw rotten food at the shadow puppets when they performed on stage but Patty still persevered. Inspired by those same astronaut circus performers, he decided to accumulate a great number of weird Tuun performers of his own and for many years, they entertained and won the hearts of many, all while living within the confines of the strange boxcar device.

Eventually, all of Patty's exotic Tuuns rebelled against him, complaining of low pay and poor living conditions, although Patty had attempted several times to improve their situation, even installing a swimming pool. With all his Tuun performers gone, including a lion that could make shapes out of strong metal barbells, Patty had nothing left but his miraculous and curious puppet theater, but something would happen that Patty did not intend. The puppet theater began depicting events previously unknown to Patty and all the Tuuns, acting out events that nobody had known up until that point had occurred. It was through the puppet theater that Patty learned of WW3 on Earth and the aforementioned Tuuns' trip to the Wacky Worlds where they met Moto and reunited with Igginsworth and Grundelwarg. Patty also learned of the existence of an all powerful "wormy god" bestowing the Tuun Zappy with powers beyond any ordinary Tuun.

In time, Patty began to call the mysterious shadow puppet theater the "All Knower". Today, the All Knower was to perform a very special play, one that would prove quite useful to Igginsworth, Grundelwarg and Moto. You see, the All Knower knew what exactly had happened to the Tuuns Zappy, Kruonch, Hampire, Siohan and Yam Yam and Patty was going to narrate while the shadow puppets performed. Many Tuuns gathered around the All Knower, but Igginsworth, Grundel and Moto remained at the forefront. They were just dying to know. The giant cart opened up and two stages with brightly colored backgrounds emerged. To everyone's surprise, some of the missing Tuuns' faces were adorned along the portable theater walls.

Welcome, my great Tuun effendis! I am your gracious host, the illustrious Patty Pus and today, my very special shadow puppet friends will be putting on a performance of "The Whereabouts of the Five Missing Tuuns". It's a show to intrigue, to leave you entranced, to make your bite your fingernails or your lips or snouts or trunks, whatever you choose. You've never seen or heard a story of this unparalleled magnitude and probably never will again. Step up, my friends and see the extraordinary tale!

As the show was about to start, Grundelwarg pulled out a wad of moldy cheese from under his arm and began eating it, much to the disgust of Igginsworth who became fearful he might regurgitate all over the nearby theater.

Me Grundels hungries. Me Grundels have nona breakfast!

Soon, the lights around the stages dimmed and the shadow puppet performers emerged from underneath. Cheerful, whimsical, baby cradle music started playing and the show was underway.

Once upon a time, there were 5 Tuuns. Their names were Zappy, Yam Yam, Siobhan Shvizzle, Ignatius "Hampire" Krattz and Commander Horatio Kruonch.

Igginsworth stepped forward.

Yeah, we know who they are, duckbill! Just cut to the chase already!

A shellshocked Patty was gobsmacked but continued to put on his friendly persona as he lightly tapped on the front of the All Knower.

Now, now, my green friend. All good stories take a bit of time to pan out! Patience, and a smidgeon of humility might also serve you well!

Just then, a large boot emerged from the bottom of the All Knower and kicked Igginsworth straight in the crotch, sending him soaring far back into the crowd. Grundel and Moto quickly dashed to get him back on his feet but had to keep their ears on high alert as to not miss any details in the play. Still, Grundel vowed to put Patty Pus in a rotisserie when all was said and done.

As I was saying, there were 5 Tuuns, Zappy, Yam Yam, Siobhan Shvizzle, Ignatius "Hampire" Krattz and Commander Horatio Kruonch. They had decided that they were going to take a grand tour of the universe, explore all the diverse planets the starry ocean had to offer. They traveled to worlds made of ice cream, worlds of lava and brimstone, worlds of 24,000 types of goo and even a world covered in blue sand.

Sure, they had their share of hostile encounters and run ins with feral frighteners but it was overall an exciting and eye opening trip for all of them. However, their most desired destination was the home of the Spiderocians, Dinhcara! It was all the way on the other side of the universe, tucked away in a corner. The Tuuns had to trek through hell and high water to get there and when they did, they found themselves in the midst of a political conflict and a hostile tug of war battle with the Spiderocians' mortal enemy, the Arachnitors.

The mention of the Arachnitors sent a tingle through what remained of Moto's insect digits, tucked away deep in his saucer. He remembered that it was the Arachnitors who were responsible for his mutilation and loss of his arms and legs He had a knot in his stomach thinking that maybe his Tuun friends and these spiders met a similar fate at the hands of the horrible scorpions. Still, he listened to the play.

The Tuuns and Spiders worked together to overcome the Arachnitors and even took part in a battle in which they destroyed the Arachnitors' malevolent super weapon, Little Miss Muffet! With the Arachnitors nearly extinct and driven to the far off regions of space, the Tuuns and Spiders celebrated their victory and the Spiders' mentor Flydon assumed the role as ruler of the Spiderocians. It was then decided that the Spiders, Slinger, Weblette, Leaps, Itsy Bitsy and Eightleggs would accompany them back to Namasis, for they were in need of a grand getaway themselves. They all boarded their ship and set sail to this very moon!

Moto was relieved. Those dreadful scorpions took a heavy loss and retreated to a far off world to lick their wounds, but he, along with Igginsworth and Grundel still wondered what had happened to their friends and why they had not yet returned to Namasis. Surely, their ship would have made its landing by now.

So the Tuuns and Spiders were moon bound and it seemed like all was well, but harm had a way of catching up to them. Their ship, the Nova Pearl 2 was sabotaged by a great space hellion, the gigantic Tzitzimimeh of legend! It wrapped its long tentacles around the vessel and after several moments, the ship was able to break free from its grasp, but it was unable to maintain its current course. The ship, which sustained great damage during the entanglement was forced to land on the nearby planet of Raxium Nor, home of the Hori species.

Moto's eyes widened. He was indeed familiar with Raxium Nor for he had surveyed the planet years earlier for IGAM before being permanently stationed on Moriakkus.

Just then, the puppets sank back down into the stages, the lights began to fade, the music stopped and the theater began to fold back into itself. Patty twirled his stick around one final time.

THE END!

As the play was met with thunderous applause from the audience, Moto quickly made a dash to Patty Pus.

THAT'S IT? That's the end?

Patty threw his flippers into the air.

I guess so. When the theater goes dark, that means that's all she wrote!

Igginsworth and Grundel met up with Moto. The All Knower's attack on Igginsworth was still fresh in his brain, but he was willing to put it aside for the time being.

But what about the Tuuns? Are they still alive? Did they make it off that planet? Tell us!

As the All Knower had finished folding up, Patty pulled a leash like long rope out the front of the cart, preparing to head out.

I'm sorry, I wish I could tell you what happened next but I don't know. Perhaps one day, we will find out but for now, I must be on my way. I've got another performance in a half hour or so, all the way on the dark side!

And Patty Pus departed, pulling his massive box on wheels along with him as if it were some gigantic beast from the zoo. All three of them stood behind looking at the behemoth as it got smaller and smaller in the distance. Something certainly didn't sit right with them about that portable theater. Who was controlling it? How did it know about the missing Tuuns? How was Patty able to communicate with it? He certainly didn't call it the All Knower for nothing!

Back at the abandoned home of the Tuuns, the trio made plans to travel to this Raxium Nor. Moto was familiar with the path to get there but how exactly were Igginsworth and Grundel going to go along with him? They sure as heck couldn't fly. Igginsworth came up with an idea.

My old kite. I think I still have it somewhere, if I could just find it!

When he did find it in the guest bedroom he stayed in, it had more holes than a mountain of Swiss cheese. It was certainly in no shape to transport the three of them to Raxium Nor. Then Grundel came up with an idea.

We goes to North Poles on Earth planet and gets the Claus Count guy to makes sleigh for us, like he dids for the others.

They knew Grundel was onto something for the Tuuns wouldn't have been able to travel the universe without that so called "Spaceslinger" at their disposal, but there was one catch to this idea. They needed a sleigh to get to Raxium Nor but they needed a way to get to the North Pole on Earth and since Bright Stars Night had since passed and the cow did her annual jump over the moon, it looked like they were out of luck on getting to Count Claus' workshop. The only way they could speak to Count Claus is if they waited until Christmas Eve when he arrived to deliver presents on Namasis, but Christmas Eve was several months away. Then it dawned on Moto. He had recently received a vast amount of upgrades from the tech turtle Shellhard, getting several new weapons, gadgets and tools installed into his floating saucer. He had indeed tested out a great deal of them but there were some he did not try out yet, one of which being the "transport orbs". Shellhard said that they would allow Moto to transport things from one area to the next without the risk of dropping them or causing damage.

When the three of them went outside, Moto began testing out some of his new gadgets, trying in earnest to bring out these transport orbs to see what they were all about. Igginsworth and Grundel stood by in bewilderment.

How many gizmos and stuff do you have inside of you exactly?

Moto nervously chuckled.

If I'm not mistaken, about 713.... maybe 714?

Both Igginsworth and Grundel nearly collapsed onto the moon floor like heaps of fondant on a hot day. Moto had sifted through about 100 or so gadgets trying to find these orbs, everything from plasma rifles, electro prods, a sword gifted to him by his old friend Samur-Eye, a paint ball blaster and a giant robotic hand that could pound on the ground and cause it to crack. There was even a portable television installed into the saucer.

Just what in the world am I going to do with that? I can't even get a good reception out here.

Finally, out from Moto's saucer came two long fluorescent blue ribbons. Within seconds, two large balls started to inflate at the end of the ribbons like large balloons until they were big enough to carry large objects within them. Grundel walked up to one of the blue orbs and poked it.

It feels like gooey, ooey yummy zersnip jelly back homes!

Igginsworth rolled his eyes. His furry friend was a food obsessed fiend.

I think your brain and your stomach are fuzed together!

Soon after, with all the strength he could muster, Moto lifted the large balls into the air, hovering them ever so delicately over top of Igginsworth and Grundel and then SQUIRSH! He dropped the gelatinous balls overtop the two of them. With Igginsworth and Grundel frozen solid within the transport orbs, Moto revved up his inner engines, turned on his inner GPS, set a course for Raxium Nor and off the three of them went. Although Igginsworth and Grundel were snug in their gooey blue orbs, they were still quite aware of everything around them and their eyes moved in every which way as they caught a glimpse of the passing stars, planets and planetoids. It was the first time in a long time that the two of them had taken part in an adventure through the starry ocean. And Moto was pretty strong to be able to carry both of them, although he had a little help from the lack of gravity.

Second star to the right, straight on to Raxium Nor!

[biggoldbelt]

Uncovering 'The Amateur' A Riveting Star-Studded Thriller You Can't Miss

The Amateur review by Big Gold Belt Media –Synopsis:“The Amateur,” an all-new espionage-thriller from 20th Century Studios starring Oscar® winner Rami Malek (“Bohemian Rhapsody”) and Academy Award® nominee Laurence Fishburne (“What’s Love Got to Do with It”), opens in theaters nationwide April 11, 2025. Charlie Heller (Malek) is a brilliant, but deeply introverted decoder for the CIA working out…

[hiddenbysuccubi]

Writer's Block (November 20th, 2015)

Writer's Block

It started with an idea.

Not a new idea, not clever, not unique. In fact most kids at Rockwood High had already had, and trashed, the same one. Some second seniors told stories of those who had been seniors in their sophomore year, went round the old Wickham place. That decrepit manor up on Pont Champlain Hill. Not particularly riveting stories. Just stories.

Old houses, yeah. Old stories.

Like When Marnie Was There. Monster House, or a kind of Cabin in The Woods feel. They pop up everywhere, the doorbell you’re not supposed to ring, the front steps falling apart. You’ll break your leg, and your momma’s heart. You know there’s only so many possibilities.

You could find adventure. An escape. Ghosts. New stories.

New stories; you hope that the world can’t repeat itself forever. Though it often does and, really, isn’t that what you want? Familiarity? To pen yourself inside someone else’s stories. Relatability. It’s marketable. Makes everything more approachable. Even on Pont Champlain Hill.

So how do you get from an idea to a story?

Edel walked home from school in the afternoons. After computer graphics club, after sitting in the courtyard with the buttercups and daisies. She thought about failing an English test, thought about that girl from Math. The one with the blonde hair and the crooked teeth that looked beautiful behind a laugh. She listened to rhapsodies and rock on her ipod. At home her mother took phone calls and made line graphs. Her father sat in the den with a paintbrush and broken glass.

Her brother slept in the garden, fingers sifting through the dirt, dreaming with the bugs and the growing seeds as he had for 7 long years. Friends passed Edel, as she closed her eyes against the minimal sunlight. Catching her attention and waving goodbye. It’s all alright.

Life is not a vignette, is it?

There are shorter chapters. Ones that leave off in the middle of a sentence. Some with no closure. Some that make you cry. Life is that, but it isn’t that concise. You want to make it so. Humanity is obsessed with not letting the smaller things be as grand as they are, or as small, to let go.

You long to touch something corporeal? Reach for it.

The truth about the old Wickham place? It’s not deserted, not really. It’s got neighborhood kids running through it, playing house. It’s got teenagers smoking and banging and freaking their friends out. Someone may have died there, but there’s no real way to tell. You could ask the authorities. You could ask Edel. As she goes from school past the house on the hill.

Now the idea is to tie it all together.

Picking a pinpoint for a story, picking a protagonist, a point of view. Competing with writer’s block, depression, happiness, in equal measure. Maybe someday you’ll get it. Or maybe you never will.

[sleebyconfy]

George Gershwin’s: Second Rhapsody (Rhapsody In Rivets) - American Youth Orchestra

[allergic-alien]

the only constant in my life is using queen songs to make shitty music videos for extra credit in my science classes

[yumejo]

I have this old lilimana thoughts I always wanted to share but couldn't. I was too shy;;

There's this old Filipino courting tradition called Harana, it's about a man who'd sing underneath a girl's window/balcony at night to court them. I thought it would be cute if Lilia does it to Mana with the rest of Diasomnia as his wingman🩷

this made me so happy!! 😭 thank you for thinking of me and lilimana... it fits them perfectly!! it was really, really sweet; i couldn't help but write myself something..!

lissome fingers sewed stitches into a new outfit, one that grim had implored for, as mana listened to the crepitating fire and the aforementioned beast's snores emitting behind her; the hour well past bedtime.

tap, tap, tap!

mana's concentration was ruptured as a noise resounded throughout the room, her blue eyes trailing to the window and espying a pitch-black bat bonking its precious little head against the pane.

"hm?" startled by the critter, mana dropped her needle and thread and padded over to the window; unlocking the latch and prying the glass apart. "lilia-san?!"

down below the newly repaired balcony was lilia—with the three children he considered family suspended behind his short frame. the sight alone has mana's heart fluttering, hearts emerging from the depths of her eyes.

"did we interrupt your sewing, my little thimble?" lilia inquired, albeit the simper curved on his lips was indubitably unapologetic. "do you think you could spare me a moment of your night? i have a gift for you♪"

mana's gaze shifted over to the diasomnia boys, and how they each retained an instrument in their possession. silver and sebek have various instruments mana remembered seeing in lilia's room before, and malleus has his violin—and that along is enough information for her to surmise what her beloved has planned.

tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, mana sheepishly leaned against the balcony's railing as she smiled down at them, "for you, i do."

and truthfully, she expected the music to be as chaotic as the light music club's performances—but she's pleasantly surprised as malleus' bow begins to slide along the strings, a dulcet sound pulsing through the night air. silver and sebek's instruments gradually begin to coalesce into the soothing melody, highlighting the grace of malleus' playing.

the three of them continue to play, and mana felt lilia's eyes fixated on her; as if observing her reaction, his entity radiating a rhapsody of joy and excitement.

lilia was content knowing she's enjoying herself; that they had enraptured her and monopolized her attention completely.

mana found her breath being thieved from her lungs the moment lilia's guitar pick thrummed with his own strings, and the mellifluous sound of his singing voice echoed afterwards.

"even if your hand, your voice, and your afterimage fade; i am here—please let this message reach you~♪~♪"

finding her legs growing weak, quivering from the white-hot ache imbuing itself in the crevice of her chest, mana rested her weight forward onto the railings further. 'how beautiful...' she thought, overwhelmingly emotional, 'lilia-san, and everyone...'

"for it won't be long before i find you, keep the way home in your eyes; someday everything will return to the way it once was~♪~♪"

those lyrics evoked a tender yearning from within mana, her dewy-eyed expression shining as she kept her own gaze riveted onto how lilia's body swayed.

as the song's culmination came and went, the euphonious tune simmering down into steady, gradual beats, mana clapped and cheered. "that was wonderful-!" she effusively praised, giggling as the boys behind lilia all flushed.

even if she didn't understand the reasonings behind the sudden serenade, mana loved every second of it.

"kufufu, did you enjoy our performance?" lilia called up to her in congruence with a swarm of bats accumulating around him—and in an instant, he was fluttering right beside her; his body nestling down atop the railing as a hand reached out to cup her cheek. "i wanted to surprise you. i learned of this tradition on my many travels; isn't it perfect for showing my love to you?"

an airy laugh overflowed from mana's lips as she nodded her head, agreeing, "it is. why not let me sew you a new outfit next time you wish to show me a song?"

"does that mean you'll accept my affections?" lilia teased her adoringly, the devoted gleam sparkling in his eyes enchanting.

overlaying her hand overtop of his, mana avowed, "always, lilia-san."

[scolek]

alalright time for dhbat songs reactions

found osaka first so theyre going first. im not sure its a good idea to name a song comedian rhapsody. you obviously invite comparisons to bohemian rhapsody which. u sure u wanna do that. what i want to compare it to is torima get on the floor though. similar vibes. my opinion on torima has HAD TO PAUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SONG BECAUSE GRANDMA HAD A PHONE QUESTION GDI anyway. my opinion on torima has become far more positive since it came out, so this is a positive comparison. god this chorus kills. makes me want to get up and dance.

under sail. what does this mean, well i wont find out for a bit bECAUSE ITS LOWES COMMERCIAL. oh boy labor day sale. i never wash my clothes in hot water so this tide commercial is losing me. oh boy this third commercial is trying to destigmatize the word pubic. girl help.

OK song time. the beat on this one another good one. theres never been a bad dh song. not sure about these yeah yeahs tho. p good. i dont think itll ever like. overtake own stage.

count the money is a fantastic title. yen yen bills and whatnot. this one is vibes. v good.  ooh whats this bridge here? lol mai waifu. OH KEY CHANGE!!!! just when i think i’ve got this songs number it reveals another digit! alright damn thats pretty stellar

fuck another lowes commercial. isnt this just riveting liveblogging content. i hate spotify. its just radio now.

aight hitoya’s up first for some reason. if i follow my heart. dig the title. dig the woodwind. ok he’s quieter than the woodwind, thats not good. HITOYA HONEY SPEAK UP. OK OK THATS. YEP THANKS. this is what the kids call a jam. but will it surpass its initial vibes? ok we’ve switched out for a lil electric keyboard. this is-- oh no the woodwind is back. mixed feelings on this woodwind now. i have a sneaking suspicion--OH SAX SOLO????--i have a sneaking suspicion. WHY IS THE SAX SO LOUD-- i have sneaking suspicion that the lyrics are gonna fuckin kill me. this sounds like a song where that would happen. so far all im being killed by is THE FUCKING MIXING WHO WAS AT THE BOARD FOR THIS.

young gun of the sun. this is a... not a cover? but he’s rapping over an existing song. so its not a sample either. i’m familiar with this comcept tho, heard other rappers do it. and kuko’s a known fan of punk rock so it makes sense. like i know these aren’t necessarily diagetic but i can so easily see him like, finding the instrumental of a song he likes and freestyling over it. this is what this feels like. what he does in his bedroom the second his dad leaves to run errands. also i love every part of this.

UGGGGHHHHHH MORE ADS FUCK YOU SPOTIFY this is why i barely use you anymore.

violet masquerade. first off the title rocks. but i wasn’t that impressed by the preview. not too into the. discordant carnival music vibe. and boyy the first verse is discordant. the chorus is decent but...? yeah no this is not doing it for me. as a jyushi lover this pains me. but compare it to moonlight shadow. moonlight shadow makes me cry. moonlight shadow is So Important. this is just. a song that exists

well, normally, i would say bat supremacy, but. well. they got smoked out by osaka man. that’s all i can say. happy 5th, hypmic.