#Sparrows soliloquy

[leafatlaw]

There’s something different about the winners of previous life series, something about Grian, Scott, Pearl, and Martyn that just seems off. How sometimes when they interact it’s like a solar eclipse, and you get the feeling they’re not safe to Watch for too long. It’s not even nesseacry how they look even, it’s more so how they feel.

How Grian always seems to hit harder than he means to, a playful push taking a few hearts. How he seems to always accidentally nick his allies with his sword. The odd way he always seems to be dusting sand off himself, how it pools around his shoes when he takes them off indoors. The way his hands always look stained red, even even when he’s just washed them. And it must be a trick of the light, because he’s not killed anyone yet this season. The way tnt seems to almost ignite around him, the way he seems like a piece of tnt himself, waiting to be lit. Waiting like a hunting animal to be commanded to kill. They nickname him the Sun, but his eyes look like black holes more than anything else.

Scott’s oddities are more subtler, more sanded smooth. He seems to almost glitter where Grian and Pearl shine. And maybe thats why it’s even stranger the way his eyes always seem to glow red, looking around like hes carring some curse that cant be shaken off. The way it’s impossible to tell where his hand ends and his bow begans, each arrow shot moving in ways different than it should. His hands impossible cold when you shake them, how each promise he makes feels like a threat. Like an eventuality, like the heat death of the universe.

Pearl is already dangerous everyone knows, but after winning she changes somehow. her laugh sounds like breaking glass, her smiles too sharp, when her and Scott talk it feels like standing next to an open flame, sound of gas whistling in the background. She’s cold to the touch just like her soulmate. When she’s on red the entire world seems to stand on end. The hairs on the back of your neck raise, it smells like there’s a storm on the way. And the way she interacts with her dogs�� She talks to them like they’re people, and they seem to respond to understand her. Pearls dogs fight rougher, bite harder, they even seem to survive longer.

Martyn + Scar l8r

[cliozaur]

Many people have already written about Les Misérables at Théâtre du Châtelet, so I’ll just add a few points of my own.

The best part was that this production was different from the West End version: the costumes, sets, and acting choices felt very refreshing.

The actors’ voices were fantastic. Some leaned a bit too operatic, but it worked well in the context. And finally! Finally, I’ve heard a good Cosette! Maybe I’ve just been unlucky in the past, but every Cosette I’d heard before was just squeaking. Here, Julitte Artigala’s singing was genuinely enjoyable. Claire Perot’s Fantine was good and extremely expressive – looking at her gestures I had a picture of Edith Piaf in my head.

The Thénardiers were surprisingly charismatic. Madame Thénardier came across as almost a tragic figure—her frustration with and anger at her husband were much more palpable than in the English version. I could truly feel her pain. Kids in the theatre (there were so many of them, despite some new quite explicit scenes) were laughing at most of Mme Thenardier’s jokes. Meanwhile, Monsieur Thénardier reminded me of an eccentric Jack Sparrow. It was also clever how they acknowledged having a female conductor: during the wedding feast, when Thénardier called for the “maestro,” she corrected him with “maestra.” Then the orchestra was revealed behind the main stage—it was a very cool moment.

At the factory, they did not show the working process; instead, the conflict took place during a lunch break, with everyone eating or resting—an interesting production choice.

Valjean was not dying alone—even before Cosette and Marius arrived—he was at the convent, being cared for by nuns. It’s much better and less heartbreaking than dying of grief and starvation in an empty dwelling. (I think I read a fanfiction based on this twist.)

There were also some nice touches in the French lyrics. For example, Cosette mentioned the doll from the shop window (Catherina) she dreamed about. Actually, “Castle on a Cloud” is called “La poupée dans la vitrine” (“The doll in the shop window”). For Fantine, it was wolves that came at night instead of tigers (we know that both animals are associated with Javert). Speaking of Javert, in his soliloquy, he mentioned regretting not dying like a soldier, which I found to be a nice touch.

My love goes to the ensemble, as always! You could feel how much they enjoyed performing.

There were so many small gestures—touches, hugs, and all kinds of body contact—that are usually absent from the West End production. People have already pointed out that Javert appears in the “Heaven” finale, shaking Valjean’s hand. It’s a lovely touch, though completely illogical. And during the final bow, Javert kissed Cosette’s hand.

However, there were a few elements that felt dangerous. They used a lot of open fire, and not always for justified reasons. Recently, I’ve heard Ian McKellen talking about how nineteenth century theatres often burned down, and this abundance of fire made me nervous. Another concern was Javert being perched on an extremely high platform during his soliloquy. I hope there was some kind of safety line in place.

What irritated me: Javert carrying a rifle during “The Confrontation”(and he never had a cudgel). Why give him a rifle if he doesn’t use it? (Insert a joke here about Les Misérables being much shorter if Javert had just used the rifle in the hospital scene.) And then… the bicycle. It wasn’t funny, and it wasn’t even historically accurate to the time period in that form!

The audience was incredibly enthusiastic, cheering so much that the cast came back for four curtain calls! And they seemed happy to oblige.

[agentravensong]

three observations / thoughts from reading the editorial notes in my new physical copy of Hamlet (the pelican edition, edited by a. r. braunmuller):

1. There's this bit from Act 2 Scene 2 where Hamlet is telling Ros and Guil about how he's depressed, how all the beautiful things in the world mean nothing to him. The thing that stuck out to me on this flip-through was the highlighted line and associated footnote below:

If we go with what is "traditionally supposed" as canon, then, it makes this line one of the most direct fourth-wall breaks in the whole show (that isn't a narrative device i.e. the soliloquies), because it implies that Hamlet sees the literal ceiling of the theater the play is being performed in.

You could just say that the golden fire refers to the real stars and such, making the "roof" metaphorical... but that's less fun.

2. There are a lot of bird allusions and metaphors in this play. Not just the “special providence in the fall of a sparrow” line that seems to haunt me specifically, but a lot of times that people are compared to birds.

marcellus calling for hamlet like how a falconer would apparently call a hawk in act 1 scene 5 when he's left on the battlements after the ghost disappears ("Illo ho ho, my lord!")

woodcocks (foolish birds) caught in springs (traps) (see polonius in act 1 scene 3 (talking about hamlet or ophelia, i think?), and laertes once he starts dying)

knowing a hawk from a handsaw, a spy from a true friend (act 2 scene 2) (according to the book "handsaw" is also supposed to sound like "hernshaw", a type of heron)

"it cannot be but i am pigeon-livered" (also act 2 scene 2)

cladius' limed soul (act 3 scene 4), "limed" apparently referencing birdlime, a gluey material used to snare birds

osric, the "lapwing" who "runs away with the shell on his head", comparing him to a freshly hatched baby bird

and at least one or two more that are currently slipping my mind.

Now, I’m relatively new to analyzing Shakespeare's works in this depth, so maybe this is a trademark in all his stuff, or maybe it was just common at the time; maybe it isn’t meant to be a pattern.

But amongst all those lines, I read this (part of Hamlet talking to Horatio after the play-within-a-play, leading up to him bragging to Horatio that he could definitely get a whole share in an actors' company):

And, given how meta Hamlet is as a play (see section 1/3 of this post)… perhaps this line, as unemphasized as it is, is meant to re-contextualize the rest of those bird references as pointing out / reminding us that all the characters are actors? Both in the literal meta sense and also the thematic “every character is playing a role for others and engaging in varying levels of deceit” sense?

Again, it’s possible I’m giving this more weight than it’s due because of my lack of context, but. It’s an interesting possibility, at least.

3. Okay, this last one is just funny. Remember when Laertes and Claudius are just beginning to brainstorm how they’ll eliminate Hamlet in the last scene of Act 4, and Claudius alludes to some skill of Laertes’ (fencing) that someone else has been spreading the word about? Do you remember who that someone was?

Well, the thing about this noted excellent horse-rider is…

Obviously, the only conclusion to draw from this is that the guy talking up Laertes’ fencing prowess is the literal Grim Reaper, setting things in motion for the fated fatal duel, and neither Claudius nor Laertes had the thought that taking such inspiration from a guy named as such might lead to an unfavorable end. Good job, you two.

[lowkeyorloki]

Wow, the first thing I want to say is how incredibely talented you are. The stories you have written, particularly Asis, is nothing short of masterpieces. I stumbled upon Asis when i started using ao3 a little over a year ago, and after reading countless of well-written fics, none have left an impression quite like Asis (in my humble opinion, of course hehe). I found myself hooked from the very first chapter and loved every word from the beginning to the end. At times I even had to pause reading in order to just feel the intense emotions stirred in me - from absolute joy, to sadness and at times even anger. Never has a fic hit something so deep in me and I still find myself thinking about Asis every now and then, just lingering in my thoughts. Whether I’m on the bus, walking my dog, or even when I’m at work, I find myself picturing Loki, Narvi and reader in various scenarios:’))

Despite being in a different continent and thousand miles away, you have impacted my life (without intending to sound overly dramatic). You have an incredible talent for capturing the essence of the characters and have such a way with words. Each emotion, dialouge, and relationship feels so authentic and genuine. You breathe life into the characters, skilfully orchestrating their interations. Your ability to portray characters, playing them with and against each other, is truly remarkable!<3

I just recently dicovered your tumblr and I have never used this platform before, so I’m just now catching up to anything asis related<3 (which I hope to see more of sometime in the future🤞🏼)

I have to finish this terribly long speech by telling you that I have become obsessed with Neko Case after hearing "This tornado.." hihi

Wishing you all the best, wherever and whatever that may be🩷

Love from Norway<33

- Frida

Hi Frida! It's nice to digitally meet you 🩷 I'm sorry it took me a bit to respond to this messages, my appearances on this blog are sporadic now at best.

It really is crazy when people send me such thought out and kind messages. It's easy to see how many hits/kudos a fic has and forget that each of those has an actual person behind the screen experiencing the fic with me. The fact you think of asis Loki and Narvi while you're doing such mundane activities makes me smile. It's always going to be a little crazy to wrap my head around.

Thank you so much for your kind words about my writing and my characterization. If you'd like, you're always welcome to reach out to me through DMs - I can give you the link to my last fanfiction blog I'm trying to post on regularly (it's for the show arcane, and it's not really an x reader fic blog) or I can tell you the handle of my poetry blog, or even just send you screenshots of the hasty and pretentious soliloquies of my notes app. I'd also like to think someday I'll come up with a five chapter or so sequel to asis, though I don't see that being anytime soon.

I am SO glad I got you into Neko Case!! That might be the most exciting part of this message, haha! My other favorite songs by her are Hold On, Hold On (that's my #1 favorite Case song), Margaret vs. Pauline, John Saw That Number, and Maybe Sparrow. Honestly the entirety of the album Fox Confessor Brings The Flood is superb. One of my favorite and most nostalgic albums of all time.

Thank you again for such a nice message. Reach out anytime - while I may not be timely, I do truly do my best to respond <3

[dirty-milk]

I shed my skin

like a sparrow

sheds a song -

the compulsion,

the completion,

the crunch of the climax.

{mother-molting my manic melody}

slough the soliloquy,

hurry off the hymnal

hollowed by the howling.

Sorrowed.

Sorrowed.

{sorrowed.}

[cheri-translates]

Works by miaoooooo / 喵哦哦哦哦哦

🎐 limited ssr + gavin in season two

🎐 fairytales

🎐 singles’ day in the special task force

🎐 doodles of gavin (suggestive)

🎐 snowball fight

🎐 glasses

🎐 stars

🎐 memes

🎐 national treasure

🎐 well-wishes

🎐 pocky

🎐 serious expressions

🎐 when he lies

🎐 peter

🎐 a possibility

🎐 april fool’s

🎐 peace lily

🎐 snippets of daily life

🎐 soliloquy

🎐 daily quests

🎐 astronaut

🎐 the foodie couple

🎐 the “pretending you can’t see gavin” challenge

🎐 the paw pads of wolves

🎐 i'm drunk. i'm pretending.

🎐 arresting himself

🎐 a collection of bandit gavin

🎐 i like this man i can’t quite understand

🎐 the qilin deity knows nothing about physiology

🎐 happy 520

🎐 happy loving gavin day

🎐 doll

🎐 happy dragon boat festival

🎐 before the nw project

one l two l three

🎐 switched bodies

🎐 scam calls

🎐 old days date “what if” scenario

🎐 hot

🎐 water park

🎐 griffy

🎐 poke

🎐 stickman style

🎐 sanrio collaboration

🎐 sticker packs

one l two l three l four l five

🎐 son of a wealthy family

🎐 clothes? just take them off

🎐 pets

🎐 popsicle

🎐 sparky 

🎐 more than a love letter

🎐 happy mid-autumn with a bunny (highly suggestive)

🎐 after you left

🎐 a sincere secret

🎐 harry potter

🎐 “caring for a boba gavin” handbook

🎐 new mystery

🎐 archangel

🎐 teasing him

🎐 the uses of a halo

🎐 commonality among the au gavins

🎐 when faced with ghosts

🎐 flying competition

🎐 common ghosts during halloween

🎐 small nightlight

🎐 don’t ask!

🎐 train ticket

🎐 captain eli

🎐 look for mom

🎐 rings

🎐 the crown prince

🎐 beginning of winter

🎐 autumn outfit

🎐 my little sparrow

🎐  wolf nibbles

🎐 happy?

🎐 legolas?

🎐 wedding frame

🎐 pinky ring

🎐 wolves

🎐 gavin and cinnamoroll

🎐 gaze

🎐 cute kiss

🎐 little chicken?

🎐 when the bandit is caught

🎐 mother’s day

🎐 formal attire

🎐 gavin and wolves

🎐 the evolved version in my head

🎐 sigh, just give me your clothes

🎐 butler gavin

🎐 wishing him happiness

🎐 a happy child

🎐 “us” is enough

🎐 a common cycle

🎐a bedtime story about the qilin

🎐 valentine’s day

🎐 kites

🎐 happy white day

🎐 touch

🎐 chibi gavins

🎐 at 9am tomorrow

🎐 new merch = new ways to bully gavin

🎐 spy x family (stf version)

🎐 spring

🎐 the bath towel

🎐 mouthing words 

🎐 chibi showering gavin

🎐 high volume of gavin

🎐 check marks

🎐 before anyone else

🎐 father’s day

🎐 happy children’s day

🎐 sinner

 🎐 it’s almost time

🎐 fifth birthday

🎐 happy birthday

🎐 beginning of autumn

🎐 painful

🎐 gavin’s drawing

🎐 the significance of birthdays

🎐 piggy back

🎐 fishballs

🎐 rainy days

🎐 lucid dream

🎐 very cute

🎐 acting couple

🎐 empresses in the palace

🎐 little handsome

🎐 their thoughts

🎐 lessons with officer gavin

🎐 brain

🎐 it hurts

🎐 happy mother’s day

🎐 a single tear

🎐 cherry knot

🎐 highschool dummies

🍒 return to the desserts menu 🍒

[hieromonkcharbel]

THE GAZE OF LOVE AND OF JUSTICE

"O my Lord and true God! Whoever does not know You does not love You. What a great truth this is! But, alas, Lord, there are those who don't want to know You! A dreadful thing is the hour of death. But, alas, my Creator, how frightful will be the day when Your justice will have to be exercised! I often consider, my Christ, how pleasing and delightful Your eyes are to one who loves You; and You, my God, want to look with love. It seems to me that only one such gentle glance toward souls that You possess as Yours is enough reward for many years of service. Oh, God help me, how hard it is to explain this unless to those who have already understood how gentle the Lord is.

Christians, Christians! Behold the communion you have with this great God; recognize it and don't despise it, for just as this glance is agreeable to His lovers, it is frightful with a terrifying wrath for His persecutors. Oh, how we fail to understand that sin is a battle pitched against God with all our soul's senses and faculties. He who can commit more sins, invents more treachery against his King. You already know, my Lord, that recalling that I might see Your divine face angered with me on this frightful day of the final judgment caused me greater fear than all the pains and furies of hell shown to me. I beg You that Your mercy may protect me from a thing that would be so sad for me, and thus I beg it of You now, Lord. What can happen to me on earth that would resemble this? I want to possess all, my God. May I not fail to enjoy peacefully so much beauty. Your Father gave You to us, may I not lose, my Lord, so precious a jewel. I confess, eternal Father, I have kept it poorly. But there is still a remedy, Lord, there is still a remedy while we live in this exile.

O brothers, O brothers and sons of this God! Let us try hard, let us trust hard, for you know that His Majesty says that if we are sorry for having offended Him our faults and evils will not be remembered. Oh, compassion so measureless! What more do we desire? Is there by chance anyone who is not ashamed to ask for so much? Now is the time to take what this compassionate Lord and God of ours gives us. Since He desires our friendship, who will deny it to one who did not refuse to shed all His blood and lose His life for us? Behold that what He asks for is nothing, since giving it is for our own benefit.

O Lord, God, help me! Oh, what hardness! Oh, what foolishness and blindness! If when something is lost (a needle or a sparrow hawk that isn't worth anything other than to give a little pleasure upon seeing it flying through the air) we feel sad, why don't we feel sad upon losing this royal eagle of God's majesty and a kingdom of endless enjoyment? What is this? I don't understand it. My God, cure such a great foolishness and blindness."

(St. Teresa of Avila, Soliloquies)

[gray-publications]

You Definitely Need to Watch Black Sails

Black Sails, the underrated pirate show from Starz, that ran from 2014 through 2017 is everything one can want in entertainment. Black Sails is posed as a prequel to Treasure Island, the book written by Robert Louis Stevenson published in installments from 1881 to 1882. Black Sails is more than that though and more than the real-life historical pirates they utilize in the show as well. It is so much more! While most pieces of media that showcases pirates rely on cheeky one liners and silly adventurers, a la Jack Sparrow, Black Sails offers a well-rounded alternative reliant on amazing character development, a diverse cast, queer representation, and philosophy unseen in pirating adventures.

Black Sails avoids being cheesy by avoiding a narrative that’s similar to history channel dramatizations of pirates, the writing is sincere and philosophical from the jump. The actors are genuine and well-portrayed, and the characters do not come across as cartoonish as Jack Sparrow so often does. While many viewers agree the first season is the weakest, it only gets stronger from there (so stay in it!) The characterization strengthens and with each episode the characters explore each other, their goals, and their values so that by the end of season four a viewer not only knows the characters but understands their viewpoint. I theorize that Black Sails’ first season was an attempt to get male action viewers engaged in the show before turning the story on its head. This, admittedly, wasn’t the best plan by the network (Starz) or the marketing team. Black Sails got a second season to the surprise of many, and the creators Robert Levine and Jonathan E. Steinberg ran with it, as Brook Wentz states in this Hypable article, “The creators of Black Sails respect their audience and they’re not remotely interested in spoon-feeding any sort of narrative.”

The long-lasting fanbase for Black Sails ended up being women and members of the LGBTQ+ community. For good reason, too, without spoiling a major plotline Black Sails tells the stories of members of the LGBTQ+ community who are marginalized from society. These members of the LGBTQ+ community are relegated to a pirating hub, Nassau, where they wage war against the nation that wronged them (England). The identities displayed in the show range from bisexual, to lesbian, to asexual, and demisexual. (One can argue it included a trans person, as well, but they are introduced more as a historical nod towards the end.) These stories are so rarely told in fiction, let alone in a context like a pirating adventure, and Black Sails does so exceptionally well. Not only does Black Sails tell queer stories but it also showcases stories of women and freed slaves. When most often adventure, and especially pirating, narratives focus straight white men this inclusivity makes Black Sails unique.

Though the show does have some intense action sequences they are not used in a way that masks a lack of narrative, plot, or storytelling. The action, arguably, is secondary to the ideology and philosophy presented by each character. From Captain Flint’s personal war against England in which he declares, “They took everything from us. And then they called me a monster. The moment I sign that pardon, the moment I ask for one, I proclaim to the world that they were right. This ends when I grant them my forgiveness. Not the other way around.(episode VII)” to Jack Rackham’s main ambition to become someone that everyone knows, “A place that, fifty years hence and when I'm long gone, would force the world to acknowledge Jack Rackham was here. (episode XIX)” almost every character on the show has an amazing passage of speech or soliloquy that showcases their viewpoint in a way that’s generally not done in television shows or movies. The main take away here is that watching Black Sails is like reading a really riveting book rather than watching a shallow, action-filled show. The writers and creators embrace intelligence and incorporate a slow-burning plot betwixt action sequences. Finally, as pointed out in this Inverse article by Lauren Sarner, “Best of all, the show is not afraid to get downright literary in between its action set pieces, whether it’s with allusions or debates about books.”

Even though Black Sails only ran for four seasons, it was a complete story from beginning to end. The writers led the story right up to the door of the beginning of Treasure Island, as promised, but also maintained their own incredible story without sacrificing inclusivity or scholarly principles. It’s absolutely worth your time and attention, and in my opinion it’s literally the best piece of media ever made.

[evelynspasta]

Episode Reactions Masterpost

EPISODE REACTIONS

Would You Mind Reading For Tony (3x02) by justgleekout.

A Wedding: Production Draft (6x08) by redheadgleek.

Cold Feet (5x01) and Divided By A Common Language (4x21) by nadiacreek.

This is kind of about you (5x04), Boys that grew up better men than me and you (5x15), Keep going (6x08), Almost There (6x07), and Back to Where You Once Belonged (6x01) by pene.

Don't Say You Miss Me (6x01) by backslashdelta.

Blind Man's Bluff (3x11) and Second Hand News (2x19) by skintightsocks.

Cooper Anderson, Best Man (6x08) by chasingkerouac.

Season 6 Reaction Fics by emquin.

In the Interest of Time (5x01) and Delivery Route (4x08) by airy_nothing.

Play-By-Play (6x07) and Champions (6x03) by marauder_in_warblerland.

Kintsugi (5x16) and The Gentle Sin Is This (4x10) by syntheticpoetry.

You're No Lima Loser (3x22), Make You Feel My Love (Adele) (5x03), P.S. I Love You (The Beatles) (6x01), and I Just Called to say I Love You (Stevie Wonder) (5x14), 5 Times Kurt and Blaine Were Separated at their Wedding +1 Time They Weren’t (6x08) by blaindersonkummel.

Everybody Clap Your Hands and Shout (6x08) by KillerQueen80.

While You're Busy Making Other Plans (3x04), The Many Valentines of Blaine Anderson (3x13), Five Times Kurt Tried to Reach Out to Blaine... and One Time Blaine Reached Back (3x17), Schadenfreude (3x22), Sunrise/Reaching/The First Moments of Waking/As Inexorable as the Tide (4x04), Instincts (4x05), Listening(4x08), If the Fates Allow/The Perspective of Age/Soliloquy (4x10), The Day After Sadie Hawkins (4x11), Opening Doors: Five 'Missing' Scenes from Glee 4x14/Voice of Experience (4x14), Finding Normal (5x03), A Cold Slap of Reality (5x04), Thirteen Perspectives on One Graduation Party (5x13), Wounds (5x15), Heartache to Heartache (5x16), Waiting in the Wings (5x18), Gifts (5x20), Perspective (6x01), Finding The Word For Goodbye(6x03), Six People Who Push Blaine To Get Back Together With Kurt, Plus One Who Doesn't (6x04), No Exit(6x05), Thirteen Moments We Didn't See/When They Wake (6x08), Honeymoon (6x09), and Haven (6x10) by flaming_muse.

Falling Is Like This (2x14), Everything Changes (3x22), Fragile Gifts (4x11), The Sparrow (4x15), The Contract(5x01), Season 6 Episode Reactions by wowbright.

A Supermarket in Ohio (6x03) and All Out of Love (6x05) by Corinna.

Progress: After the Slushee (3x11) by InsightfulInsomniac.

Pining (2x10) by kurtiepie.

Heaving Through Corrupted Lungs (4x01) by mockanddee.

Hero (5x15), Glee Season 2 Reaction Fics, Season 6 Reaction Fics by flowerfan.

Bash (5x15) by moongay.

Whistle, I'll Be There (5x15), Boop (5x16), and My End and My Beginning (5x20) by lovetheblazer.

Getting the (Good) News (4x11), Competition Nerves (2x16), and A Dalton Boy (6x05) by notenoughtogivebread.

the baffled king, composing (6x10) by multicorn.

Simple Pleasures, Complicated Pains (6x05) by notyourdaydream.

So The Story Goes (6x11) by alilactree.

Somewhere Only We Know (2x18) by little_escapist.

someone who loves you with the lights on (6x08) by breakbonefever. 

[leafatlaw]

It really is just- Lifesteal does the whole meta/out of character/cc vs c!, thing different than anyone else. What really shocked me initially when getting into ls was how often they talked about “content”. About doing stuff purely for the video, how “so and so ruined the ending of my video”. And I don’t say that as a bad thing, just coming from the streaming-based dsmp, lore based empires smp, short video series traffic, and prison escape/debunks, it was a complete shock.

Nobody talks about it, as much as them. Maybe post-dsmp people talk about bts more, and sure Scarlet Pearl from double life wouldn’t have happened if Pearl wasn’t forced to record at 5am her time, but noone else talks about it so openly.

It’s like- early on, I watched Vitalizys s4 stuff, and, he fully ends that one video with the conclusion being him irl talking to the viewer. No more c!Vitalizy trying to save the server, just Vitalizy being affected by the sever. And that was it, that was the conclusion to his lore-based Minecraft video ! Thats crazy ! And now we have the other half of purple duo doing things that can only be fully explained by ooc motivations. There’s no way to talk about the Warden arc without acknowledging that Subz wasn’t acting in character for like any of that.

I don’t have much of a conclusion to this, it’s just something that’s been rumbling around my head since I first started watching streams. You literally can’t talk about like Abyss without acknowledging it was about inactivy on the server that they’re all playing on, that they’re content creators playing on. You can’t talk about PB and J and Bfb without talking about server equitte which is also an ooc thing. Idk, even the exploits even the whole Youtube narrative vs what actually happened on stream. It’s impossible to talk about lifesteal in this rigid box of canon vs not. It’s all canon, or nothing is, or it just doesn’t matter.

[jcunos]

Red Sparrow might not have been Juno’s first choice, but it was alright. Not challenging, not easy, not particularly exciting, just alright. Or, it would’ve been, if the filming schedule hadn’t meant he had far too much time inbetween scenes, and nothing to do but wait in the green room, picking at loose threads of his costume jacket.

The costume itself gave rise to a temptation: a military uniform, slightly dishevelled, makeup filling in what the dark circles under his eyes already provided -- perfect for Richard III. Besides, with no-one around to watch, why not?

“Now is the winter of our discontent, made glorious by this sun of York;” Somehow he could easily slip into the long-forgotten character, pacing around the room with caged discontent. “And all the clouds that lower’d upon our house, in the deep bosom of the ocean buried.” This was familiar territory, familiar words settling into a rhythm. “Now are our brows crowned with victorious wreaths; our bruised arms held up for monuments --.”

He was almost halfway through the soliloquy when the sound of the slamming door caught him like a deer in the headlights. Straightening up in embarrassment, Juno offered the other person an awkward smile. “You didn’t -- see that, did you?”

[souliloquyyy]

Writeblr Intro || Souliloquyyy

(I’ve been on writeblr for several years now, but I like to update and repost my intro every once in a while so new followers can still get to know me.)

My name’s Jay, but I also go by Soul. I’m 18, I currently use she/they pronouns, and I’m biromantic/asexual.

⮞ I write novels for the most part, but I dabble in short stories and poetry from time to time. My main genres are fantasy and sci-fi, but I write just about everything.

⮞ Music is a big part of my writing process, so I do talk about music a fair bit. My favorite bands/musicians are Twenty One Pilots, STARSET, Marianas Trench, Fall Out Boy, and All Time Low. I’m always looking for new music, so feel free to DM me song recommendations anytime!

⮞ I’m not a fandom blog, but I will occasionally post about the shows I’m watching. Right now, that would be Supernatural, The 100, Criminal Minds, and Death Note.

⮞ My favorite novels are Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo, Salt to the Sea by Ruta Sepetys, The Raven Cycle by Maggie Steifvater, The Illuminae Files by Jay Kristoff & Amie Kaufman, Turtles All the Way Down by John Green, and The Female of the Species by Mandy McGinnis.

⮞ I’m currently finishing up my senior year of high school. I don’t have college plans yet, so I’m taking a gap year to figure it out (and to focus on my writing). I’m currently considering a degree in either biology or English, or possibly criminology. However, I may end up not going to college at all.

⮞ My URL is a combination of the words soul (the principle of life, feeling, thought, and action in humans) and soliloquy (the act of speaking one’s thoughts aloud when by oneself or regardless of any hearers). I often feel as if my writing, as well as my blog, are soliloquies of my soul; my thoughts and feelings poured out onto the page regardless of whether anyone’s listening or not.

⮞ My blog title comes from the song Isle of Flightless Birds by Twenty One Pilots. The song is a metaphor about people wasting their potential in life, which I often feel like I’m doing.

(most of) My WIPS:

⇨ Birdsong // short story // romance

⇨ ~Collide // novel // fantasy, romance

⇨ Heartbeat // novel // cyberpunk romance

⇨ Last Song of the Sparrow // series // high fantasy

⇨ Let’s Kill Tonight // novel // cyberpunk

⇨ Lethal Love // novel // fantasy romance

⇨ Man or a Monster? // novel // cyberpunk

⇨ New Genesis // novel // fantasy, LGBTQ+ romance

⇨ Paradigm // series // sci-fi

⇨ Providence // series // sci-fi

⇨ *Rules for the End of the World // novel // post-apocalyptic, dark comedy

⇨ ~Shattered Reality // novel // sci-fi

⇨ The Gods Don’t Believe in Themselves // short story // ???

⇨ Untitled assassin WIP // novel // romance

⇨ Untitled pirate WIP // series // adventure

⇨ Untitled superhero WIP // novel // LGBTQ+  romance

* = main project(s) ~ = discontinued projects (basically, I’m not writing them anymore, but I might return to them someday)

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Fandom blog: @5tayalivepleas3​ Mental health blog: @secret-for-the-madd​ Misc./spam blog: @spamliloquyyy​

[poems-shortstories]

Soliloquy

Everybody knows Shakespeare, but at the same time Christopher (known as Kit) Marlowe was writing. He died young in a tavern brawl. Here, I try, probably unsuccessfully to reproduce his style in a soliloquy speech, as an actor would do to front of stage. Gwraig Brydferth

How goes my nightly prowling soliloquy Where qualms fly as the sparrow hawk To kill the innocent words of our repose. Once banished like the weeping Tsarina Who widowed, sent to a lonely nunnery, Cloistered as are my words in this grief. What mind’s composition runs to seed, Exhausted in the autumn westerly gales. Poetic rhyme dries up in this foul nature, A drought sucks water from flowing river, Drained away in life and colour just as My heart felt lover’s dancing catechism Is stilted in sorrow, stillborn so that I can But mutter into an empty shell of my soul. Without you I am a mute swan of misery, A purveyor of nothing but your memory. Sentence me into silence for without you There will be no more sound of bells Ringing out this love, as I will put down My pen and close the folio of lost time.

By Cysgod.

[poncheetos]

Non-Keyblade wielding Disney Characters were more prepared for the Keyblade War than the Seven Guardians.

Sulley incapacitates Vanitas and throws him to doors like he was trash.

Jack Sparrow had enough of Luxord’s games and expelled his bad breath on Luxord, which made the latter faint.

Goofy saved Sora and Kairi form a fatal attack from Terra-nort, stunned the latter long enough for Donald to blast Terra-nort with Zettaflare, an magic spell only available to gods from the FF Universe (and even for gods is too powerful to use), while everyone else was just standing and watching Donald and Goofy fight instead of helping the two. I mean, common, this is a Keyblade War so of course you guardians have to be prepared to fight but apparently the ones with no Keyblades prepared more.

Even in the banter game, Woody was more prepared and roasts Young Xehanort by telling him no one loves him without getting played by the long and cryptic soliloquies which is a standard Organization XIII thing to do on Sora because Sora easily gets dumbfounded by it.

Non-Verbatim banter of Woody and Young Xehanort:

Young Xehanort: The toys in this world are just empty husks brought to life because of the love from their owners. That’s what you all are, Just empty husks.

Sora: What are you saying? What does the Organization want?

Woody: Yeah, at least Andy loves us. You’re just saying that because no one loves you.

[elucubrare]

Sappho’s hymn to Aphrodite as a Shakespearean sonnet?

okay, I very cannot do another sonnet, but I can probably do a soliloquy! 

Sappho. There goeth Anactoria, sweeter than any violet. 

She turns to see her pass. 

O thou who sit on iridescence glorious enthron'd --  O Zeus' daughter, O queen of nets and love,  I pray you, for Anactoria's sake and mine,  Be kind: let me hold my love as thou holdst me,  Do not strike my heart with snaky whips Of unreturnèd love --                                      Nay, come to me again!  Come, Aphrodite, with whispering of wings, Leave the summit of thy father's Olympus,  Driving the sparrows who love thee, and speak:  Tell me, O lady, O queen, tell me that thou lovest me still And that Anactoria will be mine: that though she scorn me, Yet will she love; that though she disdain me, yet will she love.  Hear me, thou who lov'st true lovers, lend me thy sword:  Let me bend Anactoria to me, by my love & by my word. 

[endless-tide-creations]

Dreamlit Nights

As the day slowly turned into night, and back into day, the chirps of the early morning surrounded me in broken rhythms. The thin forest I found myself trapped within sang out in hues of green, and spoke in languages of bare bough. I’m

Finally, the trees began to dissipate. I marched onward in a silent soliloquy, the songs of the leaves and the bark fresh in my mind and emerged at last into a clearing of sparrows and birdsong.

A star of emerald shined down from its throne in the heavens, seemingly guiding me to whatever destination fate held for me. 

The sun, rising slowly far beneath the mountains, began to take dominion with its golden coronas -- pushing away the twinkling bits of light.

Yet still, the emerald star shone on.

And so this, I followed; a faint beacon of hope in the revealing light of day, quietly flickering as its lone golden competitor ached to hide it, as it had done with their silver brethren.

I followed as best I could, until finally the sky encompassed the star. I watched as it faded, slowly, over the course of many hours until finally I had no choice but to stop.

Where may I go with no guide, in this desolate wilderness; no creature I may call friend to accompany me and no place to call my home?

I chose instead to follow a path as best I could in the direction where I last saw my emerald companion. It was a path that took me deeper into the mountains; deeper into the empty world beyond my understanding.

My salvation was not at hand. It was a fact I was quite aware of -- and thus was not bothered by any mortal worries. The reckoning would begin, as my visions had predicted, in due time.

Until then, I was forced to trek onward.

However, a reprieve of my open world prison came by chance of a stream, rushing through the mountains I eventually found myself on. The path lay submerged by it, and so I rested in the shade and then in the water.

Pebbles beat upon my bare feet as the river urgently fled to whatever appointment it may have held. I drank from the water gratefully, the crystalline liquid gracing my lips with the cry of spirit.

As I stood up and observed the mountains behind me, and the once-trodden path that led to my destiny, I breathed and heard a voice in the trickles of the water, in the graceful wind — feminine and strong:

“Your journey is ending. Have no fear; for I await you...”

I listened further yet heard nothing.

So I continued on my path, no longer alone — marching towards a goal unknown to me, but alive and well in my heart.

I am guided by the stars and the songs in the trees, by the breath of stardust quietly breathing out in a gentle sigh of harmony and universal truth.

This, I follow.