#came singing in the sun

[blackkatmagic]

I shall take the leap and ask for 4, if it hasn't been done? If not then uhhh 12?

I'm going to answer these in reverse order, but:

12. Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

Hmm. I would say probably Monster, because it spawned....all of rwlf and a bunch of other fics regarding Savage and Feral and Maul.

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

I currently have 19 docs open in word, so that's what I'm going to count here. 2 of them are posted WIPs that should be updated sometime this week, while the rest are random bits of ideas that I'm playing with. For a snippet:

Maedhros wakes in a darkness without stars, a heavy chain around his throat, a crown like cold iron around his brow.

He thinks, in the first moment, that he’s been consigned to the pits of Angband, lightless and hot. It’s too cold for Melkor’s fortress, though; Maedhros’s scars ache, and his breath gusts white like there's frost in his lungs. He curls in on himself, covered only by his hair, and grasps for the collar that’s tight around neck.

It’s no collar, though, but a thin chain. A thin chain that slips through his fingers with the coolness of water, and makes the bright stone hung from it slide against his collarbone as pure starlight shines in the dark.

Breath tangling in his throat, Maedhros freezes. He swallows hard, but the beat of the oath doesn’t rise in his heart, doesn’t drive him on like madness. The Silmaril glows in the darkness, the light of the Two Trees undimmed even here, and Maedhros holds his breath, lets his fingers slide down the chain—

Jerks them away with a cry, skin burning with the heat of the flames he flung himself into, as the Silmaril’s light brightens like a warning.

Desperate, quick, Maedhros fumbles for the chain, tries to jerk it over his head. It’s too tight, though, won't come free, and he wrenches at it until it cuts at his skin but can't find a way to break it. The Silmaril sears his skin whenever it touches, and finally, finally Maedhros curls forward, letting it swing free, and closes his eyes against the light of his father’s doom.

“I bore you to the heart of the earth,” he tells it, ragged. “I threw you far from me. Why still do you haunt me?”

There's no answer, not even the echo of his own voice. The Silmaril hangs, gleaming, and still Maedhros isn't worthy of it, still the jewel is nothing meant for his foul hands, but it hangs around his throat like a hangman’s noose regardless.

And then, quiet, there's a step, a shift in the darkness.

Maedhros raises his head, slow, the weight on his brow seeming an impossible thing. The darkness stretches, nothing Elven eyes can see through, but he hears the faintest brush of leather and cloth and metal, hidden away by the shadows.

Too cold for Angband, he thinks grimly, and curls his hand around his other wrist, the stump of his severed hand aching in the cold. He isn't strung up from a mountain, either, left to the mercy of someone who should have no mercy left for him or his family.

“Who are you?” he asks, and wants to rise, but—his skin still stings from the burn of the Silmaril, and he crushes down the urge.

There's no answer, just a pause, as though his watcher wasn’t expecting to have been seen. The silence stretches, more complete, and Maedhros closes his eyes for a long second.

He isn't chained, he thinks, and carefully, gingerly gets his feet beneath himself. The jewel bumps against his collarbone, burns, and Maedhros winces but doesn’t waver.

“Am I not to know the name of the one who holds me?” he asks. “Or the location where I am held?”

The silence stretches, stretches, and then finally there's a breath.

“You are on a ship,” a low, rough voice says, and cloth drags over leather. Light comes up, a wash of painful and artificial brilliance, and Maedhros half-raises a hand to block it before he realizes the gesture is entirely futile. The light is all around, and in its glow he can finally see the bare metal that stretches out, the blue glow of a barrier bright and steady. He’s in a cell, twelve paces in either direction, and everything is polished metal and harsh, empty space, the hum of a hyperdrive loud in his bones.

Just outside the cell is a sentient, tall and horned, with skin marked yellow and black. He wears an armor Maedhros doesn’t know, and his eyes are gold and dark and wary as he watches Maedhros as though expecting an attack.

“You look to be a Zabrak,” Maedhros says after a moment. “But no Zabrak I know.”

The man frowns, just slightly. “A Nightbrother,” he says harshly. “From Dathomir.”

[lavaflowe]

“I can't afford to wait

Life's a procession that begins around the corner from the grave

Absurdity is all it is and then we're gone too fast

Felicity I strive for but it always waits beyond my grasp

In a foggy haze a holy being intensifies

And I pray to her to take me

And I beg for her to save me from myself”

[dailyweezer]

Day 30: Midnight Crew!!!!

(Anonymous request)

[ghosting-fox]

they're former theatre kids, your honor, they'd sing even if they have no musical capabilities

[empressofthelibrary]

Y'know, I think I'm glad I'm alive

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Guizhong (don't mind me re-dropping this with the fixed ones, shh)

[riseupriseupandcomealong]

experienced the eclipse today and as we lost totality and the sun started showing again the university choir sang “bright morning stars”. i may have cried it was a blast

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: March 25

"Groovy Little Summer Song" by James Otto

[milflewis]

He tries to sing a little quieter in his drivers room

Niamh, respectfully, wtf. Shut UP

no but george finding valtteri in his room and he’s like. the fuck are you doing here. and valtteri has to tell this fucking british twink cow eyed lesbian that he misses lewis’s singing 😔😔🤧🤧 and george !! george god bless him believes in true love !! he was raised right so what else can he do but help him !! so he starts sneaking val into the merc motorhome so val can sit in george’s driver room and listen to lewis sing next door bc that is the only logical solution to their problem

(smt smth lewis ends up catching them n he’s like. val !! wait….val?? oh….val 🥺🥺 bc he thinks they’re sleeping together but val n george are too busy freaking out that they got caught to realise what lewis is thinking n shit spirals. lewis stops singing. val is miserable. george just wants his room back. smth smth)

[hexellent]

"-Chaos and bloodshed are not a solution, Don't let them lead you astray! This Congress does not speak for me-"

"Let 'im be."

"They're playing a dangerous game! I pray the king shows you his mercy! For shame, for shame!"

"Yo! He'd have you all unravel at the (heed not the rabble) Sound of screams but the (who scream) Revolution is comin!' (revolution, they) The have-nots are gonna (have not your) Win this! (interests) It's hard to listen to you with a straight face~ (at heart)"

[daisychainsandbowties]

every time you say incy wincy i am like who are you what is happening

spiders are happening wait is that like… the wrong spelling? because i have been known to spell things wrong

[kod-lyoko]

if i joined suomitumblr i would have such bangers

[madonibella]

"sun did this."

[phoenixcatch7]

Wanna write a justice league high school musical au for the sole purpose of having Bruce as Sharpay doing the fabulous song. Full choreography. Full pink feather boa draped on the piano hitting all the high notes.

In this au Clark would be the polite new girl Gabriella, and ofc that means Diana would be Troy. Idk, maybe a Robin or Oliver should be Ryan? That would be pretty funny. I'm trying to remember the films...

Anyway the plot would be a teenage/very young adult justice league, just starting out, on a mission to get info from luthor at his uni/golf club (depending on the movie). They're all undercover. Bruce and oliver are actually already members of the uni/club so they have the most leeway by far and they plan to use it. Bruce performs his entire song to distract luthor from Clark stealing hard drives, and to further separate him and Batman.

Diana and Clark get caught in a Very not good position (though she perhaps could have put more effort into the stealth). Bruce, already planning how best to stage a tantrum to busy luthor with placating his potential biggest donor, despairs.

[shiroi---kumo]

How do you feel about your parents?

"I miss them, desperately. Mother and Father have both faded now and it's been so long some days I struggle to remember the sound of their voices. I loved them, so much. I still do. Mother and Father weren't perfect but they had a lot on their plates. I don't know what else to ask of an entire planet's King and Queen. Father was dealing with a lot and mother was doing her best to help him. Even if they weren't the King and Queen, they still had me, the child of prophecy, as a son.

Just having me as a son was a handful, let alone managing the well being of the entire kingdom. They did the best they could with what they had and I know that probably sounds insane coming from a place of royalty to most people. I can't begin to explain Misterican Royals to you but we were... not what I have come to find as the general consensus of what royal was or should be.

Quite the opposite in fact. Every other culture I have spoken to, I have come to find views Misterican Royals as strange.

Mother and Father loved me with everything they were and I the same. Even if Father was strict. Even if crossing Mother was the last thing you ever wanted to do. Even if sometimes I felt alone because they were so busy. Even through everything, I know they loved me with everything they were. Usva and I both.

I'd give anything to be able to have them back with me but I know no one comes back from the fade. I know they've taken up their places in nature. So I sit and talk to the moon sometimes and on occasion I will sing to the sun when he goes to sleep. It's sad how rare it is that they get to be together now so I wouldn't want them to be lonely. It's the least I can do as their son, after everything they did for me."

[xcziel]

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