#anyways here u go

[thats-how-i-like-it]

you get me so high (the neighborhood) – stancest edit!

[conceptualthing]

"Do not be afraid...!"

"...Please?....."

[15-lizards]

I’ve always wanted to ask someone this and I think you’re the best. Music styles for each kingdom? It’s out there for sure but I think you’d come up with some awesome stuff!!!!!!!!!

God I have been WAITING for a question like this thank u anon kisses mwah

Riverlands is traditional Celtic (particularly the upper Celtic nations, mostly Ireland) like just listen to the material. Theres almost an air of mysticism and otherworldliness, which I just think works so well for a place frozen in time bc the song themselves are timeless

The Stormlands are the other Celtic nations like Wales, Scotland, and Brittany bc the stormlands are heavily inspired by the welsh (and I couldn’t let the riverlands have all the good Celtic music). These songs are less “mystical” and instead are more upbeat and firm if that makes any sense , which is more fitting for Stormlander culture

The North is Scandinavian and norther European music (instead of the Iron Islands sorry). A lot of their songs stem from the music of the first men, when it was used in worship of the old gods, and can thus seem eerie and macabre at certain points. Songs are often sung during many traditional ceremonies as another religious thing, thus singing, if it’s not a tongue-in-cheek drinking song, is really intense

The Westerlands are actually sooo medieval French. This is because they were inspired in most terms of culture by the Reach (at least in my head) who are currently on Renaissance levels of music. Music is harmonious, operatic, and very orderly. Unlike northern music, the West’s songs are more methodically structured.

The Reach has grown past medieval music and gone on to the French/Italian Renaissance era of artistic exploration. Songs are often delicate, genteel, and more convoluted, with increasingly complex instruments being used. Different types of music are invented, with choir-like religious music and lively dancing music and gentle lounging music etc etc

And of course the Crowlands are Medieval English. Fitting for not only their vibe but also their culture, which is a mix of whatever influences from the rest of the country have infiltrated. Usually this means Western and Reach music styles, with wind and string instrumentals, religious and social songs, and harmonies

And the Dornish are a mix of Egyptian and some other traditional middle eastern styles. Unlike the other regions, there is more of a recognizable rhythm. The instruments are a mix of strings, flutes, and drums, and the singer often fluctuates, warbles, keens, wails, or otherwise changes their voice during a held note

[ionianwanderer]

riot Gamies is vague about it but what do you think happened between high noon yone and yasuo i want to know ur thoughts bruther

From what crumbs Riot has given us about Yasuo’s High Noon skin pre the revamp of the skinline to include Southern Gothic aspects, it ties with his original lore pretty closely: A man trying to outrun the sins and the guilt he carries on his back. But with the introduction of Yone into the universe things tend to shake up a little bit more. So for my interpretation of the two:

A tale of two brothers heading west for new opportunities, nothing unheard of for those migrating across the eastern settlement. But to leave the humble little town their mother had settled in along with the ranch they’ve known since they were kids, it hadn’t come as a surprise for Yasuo to be the one setting out on his own first. Only for Yone to follow suit out of growing concern to protect his only sibling. So out west they went.

As time went on, the two made themselves a little life catching odd jobs in every town they stopped in through their travels. Wasn’t a fruitful life but it was what they could consider comfortable as they went about their journey westward. All this until Yasuo manages to catch the eyes of a few folks that weren’t too keen on the two brothers strutting into town. 

Something that Yasuo always found comfort in was the saloons in each stop of their journey, this was no different. Settling in at one of the many wooden tables among the rest of the patrons before a bottle of rum was placed on his table. Much to Yasuo’s detriment, he’d managed to settle himself exactly where a few of the regulars had carved their names into the edge of the heavy oak, and they weren’t too fond of finding the cowboy in their rightfully claimed abode. What results is a fight between the four of them, at first the snide comments turning to shoving and chairs being pushed over. Escalating further when one smashes a bottle against a table and threatens Yasuo with it, something he never took kindly to. And as the wild and reckless little brother he’d always been, Yasuo shoots first. The saloon erupts into more chaos then as the man lay bleeding and clutching the wound dealt by Yasuo’s trigger happy finger. Before long Yasuo’s gone, taking off through the Saloon doors and past Yone as he races towards the source of the chaos.

It makes Yone skid to a stop, kicking up dust and dirt as his body snaps towards the direction Yasuo ran. Men pour out from the Saloon and past him as Yone divides their numbers like a rock parting a stream, legs heavy as he watches onward. Questions racing through his mind until he’s shouldered roughly by another man who tells him Yasuo’s getting away. That’s when Yone moves, racing through the stampede after his own flesh and blood in order to grab him, set him straight, find out what happened and why he did it. But he never does quite make it to him.

Yasuo, who had been quick witted enough to cut a horse free from its post, climbs upon the beast’s back and hikes the reins high before snapping them harshly. Setting off galloping straight out of the town and kicking up the dust of regret in his escape. There’s a moment, as he braces himself low against the saddle, where he rears his head back over his shoulder to watch as they try to shoot him. Finding Yone, standing among the very men that now wanted him dead, still as can be, unbelieving that this is the thing that severs the tie between them. Yasuo squeezes his eyes shut when he turns to face the horizon as he snaps the reins once more. 

Yone never finds him again after that.

[yureong]

minjae stared down at the coffee seeping into his sleeve, fingers flexing as if debating whether to commit a crime. he slowly exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “ of course. because my day wasn’t already miserable enough. ”

with a sharp flick of his wrist, he shook off the excess liquid, glancing up with an unreadable expression. “ just . . . get me some napkins. before I start reconsidering my patience. ”

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[child-of-plut0]

back to back

[hinamie]

together, we do the same thing again //

[toastyyjams]

no more mizu5 angst have a meme instead

[mroddmod]

you only really need one

[cozylittleartblog]

i thought naming myself this would be really funny. and it Is. every time i get into a match i think about gabriel playing Miku Rhythm Game

[damnelves]

MY CHILDHOOD HOME IS EMPTY.

You Can't Go Home Again by Thomas Wolfe / Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin (1) / Landscape by Louise Glück / Summer's End by Eli McMullen ( Acrylic and gouache on panel) / There is still love here (Ceramic house) by griefmother / How's It Gonna End - Tom Waits / Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow by Noor Hindi / Origin of the Marble Forest by Gregory Orr / A Shropshire Lad by A.E.Housman / Little Summer by Raymond Bonilla (Oil on panel) / Untitled, digital by Tito Merello Vilar / Ivy - Frank Ocean / Disco Elysium (1) / The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman / That’s Okay - The Hush Sound / Checkers by John Marsden / 1986 by Hollis Brown Thornton (pigment transfer on paper) / tumblr post by @ryebreadgf / Outhouse by Rachel McKibbens / 6 ways to draw a circle by tumblr user @filmnoirsbian / From the Scars series by India Lawton / House Fire by Becca Stadtlander / Back to the Old House - The Smiths / How’d Your Parents Die Again by Fatimah Asghar / Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin (2) / Disco Elysium (2) / The Four Generations of Chang E by Zen Cho

[technically-human]

An oh moment of sorts

[lotus-pear]

ace detective more like ace DEFECTIVE

[mellosghosts]

uh guys why would someone say that to a grown ass man i dont get it

[lunamothghost]

karaoke night at the fairy fort but only with britney songs

basically I saw this mashup on yt and felt like I had to draw it,, ren and lizzie duet irl when