#lost showcase

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts - Dalmatians' House

[naarlar]

okay but Eurylochus literally guilting and low key trying to gaslight Odysseus into abandoning the men HE lost to Circe is some good ass foreshadowing

[tinylilvalery]

obsessed w the fact that John picked this slutty little outfit out for him

[athophobic]

there’s something i feel i can remember..! i don’t want to forget what’s going on. i don’t want to be trapped like this. and i tried again, and stanley pushed a button. is it over? i’m going back. this is more important than you can ever know. this isn’t a challenge, it’s a tragedy. what else is there? what came before this?i can’t lose myself in the stretch of emptiness between you and me. the end will be here soon. very soon. i can wait. i wish you to feel afraid as i do. i’ll give it all up, i’ll burn my story to the ground! it was the only thing in the world that was mine and you’ve run it into the ground. the end is never the end. i can’t quite recall, but i believe my story took place in an office building… is that correct? do you remember? it’s all determined? why don’t i get to decide? why don’t i get a say in all this? the end is never the end. the story needs this. it’s all out of my control now. just your decision as to exactly when you’re going to make me suffer, to leave me all alone. the end is never the end. i know you too well. i need this. and stanley was happy. i will be laughing at every second of your inevitable life from the moment we fade in, to the moment i say “happily ever after”. and stanley was happy. i wanted us to be happy here. and stanley was happy. the story needs you. it cannot exist without you. and stanley was happy. take as much time as you need. and stanley was happy. this is a very sad story about the death of a man named stanley. and stanley was happy. i did enjoy telling his story. so very much. this is the story of a man named stanley. i hope you like it. i hope you understand it. i hope you set stanley free.

[musicalmoritz]

I can’t even bring myself to get mad at people who say Mitsuba likes women anymore, they’re like middle schoolers who still believe in Santa

[gayemeralds]

ONCE AGAIN, IT IS SONICS COMPASSION THAT NEARLY DESTROYS EVERYTHING. SONIC FRONTIERS AND SONIC 06 I AM KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH

[planetamarte]

no idea why i've held off on it for this long, so with the recent news i think it's about time i post my shadow the hedgehog megaplaylist for

2024: FEARLESS YEAR OF SHADOW

meticulously crafted in chronological order to go along to the story beats of shadow's character development, this playlist features both official OSTs for shadow and other music i associate with him. also works well as a shuffled playlist if you want general shadow vibes to listen to. it currently stands at just under 100 songs and 6 hours in length, but i add something to it every once in a while! (i started it before fearless year of shadow was officially announced, in fact.)

this playlist is meant to be a love letter to the early 2000s edge associated with shadow, what with its inclusion of genres like nu metal, industrial, drum and bass, post-hardcore and the like. essentially, if a song is in here, that means i could either easily imagine it as the music to a windows movie maker AMV full of stolen shadow fanart, or as the background music to a level where you play as shadow!

(the itunes version is missing this machine from the sonic heroes OST. the spotify version is also missing the shadow the hedgehog mix of tripod baby by m-flo and lisa, but i added the original version anyway.)

hope u have as much fun with this playlist as much as i have listening and adding to it! <3

SPOTIFY ☆ ITUNES ☆ YOUTUBE

[ravioliravioliravioli]

"Their only problem right now is their lack of sleep"

April softly says to Casey

Anyways,,,,Au turtles for 40th !!!

[everlastiingiimmortals]

@reversescale asked: (What would it be like if Ratio got the acknowledgment of Nous? Would anything change? Furthermore, what if he was invited into the Genius Society? Would he accept it?)

Sleepless nights had grown more frequent as of late, with the addition of the Divergent Universe to Ratio's workload. None of it had been obligatory, none of it at all. But, not for the first time, he finds himself strung up in a strange sense of restlessness -- almost anxiousness -- as he parses through the compendium he compiled, again and again and again.

...Why?

Not even Screwllum, with his far superior ability to take in information on a page, would read through this entire document, and he'd told the Trailblazer this himself. Realistically, the likelihood of even half of the data within making it into the Divergent Universe was slim at best. It would take an entire Amber Era to even get through all of the pages. So why did he?

...Not for the first time, the thought crosses Ratio's mind about how disproportionate his visible effort is to his declaration of involvement. Yet how could he settle for anything less? Screwllum, surely, knew he would receive more than he asked for by enlisting Ratio's aid. The doctor was never known for half-assing anything, after all. And still, it was not enough. He hadn't done enough, compiled enough, found enough of the evidence Screwllum he needed.

It is not his project.

He sighs, rubs his temple (his headaches seem as though they're growing worse with the sheer amount of data he'd been sifting through lately), and rolls the tension out of his neck as best he can. There is no need to get worked up. Thankfully, the sky is clear tonight; he'd already taken a bath recently, so laying on the grass to trace the constellations would surely be enough to quell his mind.

But the red glow outside indicates otherwise. A glance upwards is more than enough to rob all the breath from Ratio's lungs, leaving him choking on nothing. All at once his head expands, compressed by the confines of his skull -- it shrinks to nothingness then expands once more, splitting and breaking down his skull to encompass the planet, the galaxy, reaching to the outer stretches of the universe -- who he was and what he is no longer matter, Veritas is as much an ephemeral, minute, pitifully small concept as Andreas -- he knows so much. He knows too much. And as that thought concludes a new one is born, a new path stretching outwards -- everything and every life that will ever come to be and has come to pass is known to him, but not by him, far more than he could ever fill a book with, or ten books, or a thousand books -- lives and people and worlds flash past his mind, too fast for him to take hold of and look at any single one -- there is simply no storage system in the known universe large enough to record it all -- he is ignorant in the wake of the mind and might of THEM, and he feels so strangely detached from the muted despair he vaguely acknowledges is his own and suddenly he is slingshotted back into his body, gasping for air and gripping onto his windowsill so hard his knuckles turn white.

"You..." Andreas' knees threaten to buckle as another pulse of pain lances through his skull. Something hard and cold clinks against his palm as he clenches his hands into fists. A divine, shimmering key lays nestled between his fingers, only tangible in the barest definition of the word. Should he look away, should he let it wane from his mind, the key would fade, too. It takes all his effort to keep his hold on it. "You," he repeats, mouth dry, mustering up all the willpower and strength he has to glare at the impossibly massive entity that had manifested in the sky. He is shaking, trembling from head to foot. "After all these years... after all this time, now you show yourself?" He can feel the absence of that sudden pressure of knowledge like an abyss separating his brain from his head, and his heart beats too quickly, too loudly, too softly in his own ears. Every second is a fight to remain in his own mind, and it feels like mockery of his own insignifance, or perhaps a test -- but the Aeon does not respond to him. THEY do not do anything but simply wait, and stare back at him.

It becomes unbearable to hold Nous' gaze, and as Andreas looks away the key slips from his grasp. He realizes, then, Nous did not come for the boy who spent his nights looking to the sky. Nous came for Veritas. THEY will only respond to Veritas.

"Keep your key," Andreas spits around a closing throat. Veritas will not speak. "I want nothing to do with your Temple. I have no place with the likes of Kuwabara or the Lord of Silence."

Nous holds THEIR silence, and THEIR gaze, for a moment longer, then fades. The oppressive noise lifts and Andreas feels himself fill the space his body takes up and only that and he can breathe, finally, and his lungs expand and contract with every breath as a human's should. He feels all ten fingers and toes and the wind on his skin and he is, once more, unremarkably and inconsequentially human. Except...

An invitation to the Genius Society is not something that can be refused. It is not a request, nor an inquiry, nor some offer that can be turned down.

It is a claim.

So No. 85 of the Genius Society requests a temporary leave of absence from the Intelligentsia Guild. He visits his hometown. He tells his parents the news. His father, quiet as ever, beams with pride. His mother weeps, not only with joy, but for the sudden shock of sheer white that has woven itself into his hair. (How strange -- he is only 38, but this fails to bother him in the slightest.) He visits Herta's Space Station once more, and the eyes on him are different; numerous as always, yes, full of awe, certainly, but full of ignorant admiration, worse than he'd ever experienced before. He feels those eyes even through his headpiece. He is to be the newest member of the Simulated Universe project. Screwllum introduces him properly to Herta, Ruan Mei, and Stephen, and he can't help feeling slightly sick as they look into his eyes with recognition. Stephen isn't there in person, but he shakes the puppet's hand, then Ruan Mei's. They're both cold. The sensation doesn't leave for hours. Screwllum's hand on his back, meant to be reassuring, makes him want to remove his skin instead.

He lays in his bathtub for hours upon his return home, half-drowned in steam and bubbles until his skin prunes and his bathwater cools to a temperature he can scarcely feel. He should get out; he will get cold.

He doesn't know what to say to Aventurine. If he should say something to Aventurine. Given the speed of the IPC's news network, Aventurine probably already knows. The next time he meets Aventurine, he will no longer be a Mundanite. He, realistically, has no need for Aventurine any longer. But Aventurine -- the IPC -- has all the more need for him. His value has fundamentally increased. The unfairness of it makes him sick. Eventually, he resigns from his job as a professor. There is no point in a genius teaching that intelligence does not belong only to the elite. The irony behind it is nothing but cruel.

Occasionally, the Key of Wisdom surfaces in his mind; it appears on his desk, under his pillow, beside his chisel.

He refuses to touch it.

He is unable to let it go.

[agentc0rn]

there's just something special about tumblr. The reblogging system in general and just...all these ideas expressed in the most flexible, open, personal and profound ways that no other social media platforms have ever come to replicate (closest might be...twitter? idk).

I always read the extra thoughts that people leave in their reblog comments and I just feel like i'm getting a virtual bundle of hugs.

I'm glad I decided to come back here. Not solely for scoring metric points but to genuinely connect and share ideas with others.

[bragganhyl]

okay but that POV shot in the In-Between got me straight up vibrating

[cantsayidont]

January 1996. Before it became a Harley Quinn thing, BIRDS OF PREY was Barbara Gordon's (barely) crypto-lesbian crimefighting polycule. After Babs was shot by the Joker and summarily discarded by the Bat-books, John Ostrander and Kim Yale reinvented the former Batgirl as Oracle, a computer hacker and information broker who for a while was Amanda Waller's second-in-command of the Suicide Squad. In 1995, Oracle became the costar of the leading homoerotic team-up franchise of the '90s, recruiting Black Canary and later various other superheroines for what was nominally a CHARLIE'S ANGELS type adventure series with Oracle as Charlie.

What's memorable about this initial special, aside from its horny Gary Frank art, is that Black Canary doesn't know who Oracle is except by reputation and as an electronically altered voice on the telephone. However, Dinah is going through a rough patch, so when she comes home to find an answering machine message from Oracle saying she has a dangerous job for her and has already bought her a first-class ticket to Gotham, Dinah decides she has nothing better to do but play out the string. Oracle has gotten her a fancy rental car and a swanky hotel suite, in which there's a throat mic and tiny transceiver that will let Oracle communicate with her (and surveil her, although Oracle already knows everything about her, from her recent breakup with Oliver Queen to her poor credit rating) 24/7:

So, Babs not only wants Dinah to do some legwork for her, but also dresses her up like a doll, watches her every move, and is a voice in her ear basically at all times. (The early BIRDS OF PREY stories often have scenes of Babs talking to Dinah from the bath or the hot tub, because that's the kind of series this is.) Rather than being creeped out by this weird stalker/control-freak behavior from an anonymous woman, Dinah says, "Sure, why not?" and decides to just go with it, even after Oracle starts bringing other women into the mix. (It seems pretty clear that when Dinah asks, "Are these your personal taste?" she's asking whether they're what Oracle wants to see Dinah in — which Dinah evidently doesn't have a problem with — rather than whether they're something Oracle herself would wear.)

This being a '90s comic book by right-wing homophobe Chuck Dixon, there are of course various no-homo evasions throughout, but I'm not sure how one is supposed to not read this as kind of gay. The second BIRDS OF PREY story, which teams Black Canary and Lois Lane (and is written not by Dixon, but by Jordan B. Gorfinkel, the editor of the initial special), has this little aside:

There's no way anyone writing something like this in 1995–96 wouldn't know how people were likely to read this. (Dinah does know that Oracle is a woman even in their first adventure, and while Babs typically distorts her voice when communicating with people as Oracle, it doesn't appear that she does that with Dinah.)

After a while, Dinah does become curious to know more about Oracle, but Babs refuses to let Dinah actually see her. Eventually, though, circumstances force the issue in BIRDS OF PREY #21:

Dixon's script for this issue contained the following note for artist Butch Guice:

The more drama you can squeeze from this the better. We’re going for The Pieta as opposed to anything that HINTS of the sexual. This scene is apparently RIPE for misinterpretation (or OVERinterpretation.) by some of our readers.

Mission accomplished — no lesbian implications here, boss!

So, as you can see, they have the "be gay" part down pretty well, and you may also be assured that Babs spends this series doing crimes. As a hacker, she of course commits computer fraud on the regular, breaking into restricted and classified systems (she's hacked the military GPS constellation so she can track Dinah, for instance), but she also routinely steals as much money as she needs to finance whatever equipment she needs and keep her girlfriend partner and their ever-growing list of attractive female cohorts in hot cars and fancy underwear. Vigilante superheroes generally take a pretty selective attitude about the law, but the number of felonies this once rather prim policeman's daughter and one-time congresswoman perpetrates honestly puts Catwoman to shame. The stories are frustratingly stupid and the art only gets hornier as it goes on, but what a good series this could have been if it were actually good.

[liselke]

controversial take but i think twissy should have had a sword fight

[dailyrickastley]

Via Rickastley.co.uk & Polydor

"On the 22nd October 2001 Rick was in Hamburg to performed songs from his new album [as well as a few classics] in front of a packed media audience - The Rick Astley News Team were there to capture

All excited, RANT’s taxi drops them off at the ferry port. We eventually find the meeting point. We’re nice and early but we were worried about our names not appearing on the guest list. Guarding the jetty were 2 Polydor representatives who were waiting for the guestlist to arrive before letting people aboard. There was an impressive boat behind us in the harbour and I joke to the others that that’s our ferry. It was rather appropriately named Rickmer Rickmers! However, appropriate as it might have been, this was not our ride.

People are beginning to gather. Everyone I see is a journalist or photographer or at least it looked like it by the notepads and cameras they were carrying. We are relieved to find that our names are on the guest list. We make our way to the end of the jetty and climb aboard. We claim seats around table where we discuss excitedly about where we’re going. It must have been a good 25 minute ride when the ferry halts next to a jetty.

The path ahead leads us along a wall and to some steps that carried us over it. The badly lit path resumes, shrubbery on both sides shielding any clues to what the evening’s venue was going to be like. Eventually we reach a mansion, at least that’s the best way to describe it. Bright light beaming through the front doors blinded my chances of making an accurate assessment!

We climb the steps and go through the doors and enter the ‘main’ room. There were two large medieval looking chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the room was all lit in blue. It really looked something! To the left of us was a bar, ahead another room and to the right was Rick’s stage. Tops, Rick’s manager, greets us and he tells us how Rick is in an excellent mood and how he wants us to be near the front so we can get some good photographs. That was absolutely fine by us! Turning right to look ahead at the stage, about halfway there was narrow scaffold bridging across the width of the room. Spanned across it was the lighting for the stage. To the right of the stage was a desk with laptop computers. We guess they were controlling the projected image at the back of the stage, perhaps the lighting as well.

We decided to take a peak in the room that had originally been in front of us as we came in. This room really reflected the courtesy of Polydor. There were white leather beanbags strategically scattered around the dark tiled floor, the far right corner played host to another doorway. This led to another bar, the perimeter of the room displaying a harvest of extravagant foods. It was packed solid so we test the leather beanbags and then roam about taking mental notes. We recognise Sune, who had won his right to be there in a competition on Danish radio. He had brought his brother along with him, armed with a camcorder!

Walking back into the main room, there was a large mixing desk, its operators wearing headphones. Perhaps they were doing some last minute fine tuning? The venue is beginning to fill so we slowly edge our way towards the stage. Bob notices a sheet of A4 paper stuck to the stage right by the microphone. A quick investigation reveals the playlist for the gig. We are delighted to learn that we’re going to hear quite a bit of Rick’s new material. It was what we were expecting, nevertheless there was a thrill with the prospect of hearing new songs.

9.30pm, with Rick due out on stage, we claim our places at the front. It involved a wrestle with the photographers who were also seeking a ‘prime’ location. There is a sudden surge of journalists, crammed among them a few people from Polydor. Polydor were easily identifiable wearing black T-shirts with “Rick Astley” in silver text on the sleeves, collar, arms and front of the T-shirt. After a German spoken introduction, Rick races onto stage grabbing the microphone like he couldn’t wait to be out there! He was wearing a tight black t-shirt and rather snazzy pin stripe trousers, all in all, looking fashionable. “Okay, we’ve had enough of speeches… let’s get on with the singing” he says before asking if we’ve drunk enough yet! If he was suffering from nerves then he was doing well in not letting them show. “Wanna Believe You” is first up. Rick breaks into song and despite the fact he’d only just started, I was already impressed by this live performance. It was a great song to start with setting an up-beat pace. A really catchy number is this, well worth a listen capturing you right from the start with an impressive intro.

Moving straight into “Sleeping”, the crowd gets going. They’re all familiar with this one and Rick seems to be aware of the enjoyment the crowd was reflecting back at him. During the song, Rick says “I’m starting to enjoy it now.” At the end he admits he had been apprehensive before he came out to face the hordes! By now there is loud sound of cheers and clapping… everything seems to be going well.

Another fast tempo song emerges, this one’s called “What You See is What You Don’t Get”. Another very good song, strong in both chorus and verse. Rick appears to be relaxing a little and seems more than comfortable being on stage. You would never have guessed this guy hasn’t performed in nearly 9 years! This performance was comparable to any of the world’s best artists. During the last verse, Rick sings the words to YMCA laughing and pointing to his keyboardist! It goes down well with the audience.

Breathe is next and I notice that the music is much improved on the demo I’ve heard. Rick explains at the end how he’d been suffering from flu and hadn’t rehearsed the “testing” bits as he wasn’t sure he was going to make them. He went for it and hit every note as he should and confesses how happy he was to have done that. It says something about the character of Rick, pleasing the crowd so much they gave him confidence to attempt something completely un-rehearsed.

It’s time for some oldies… A medley is about to follow but Rick opts to get the crowd involved. He teaches us the “Oohs” to “Never Gonna Give You Up”, demonstrating how each gender should sing it. The medley starts with that debut single of his from 1987 and turns into “Together Forever”. Rick then takes us all by surprise when “Together Forever” turns into “I Should Be So Lucky”! The audience loved it! There was a huge cheer and lots of laughter. Rick now singing with a huge smile. The medley had an acoustic sound, amazingly although slowed down, the songs still sounded as great as they did in the 80s.

“Don’t Ask” was next, slowing the tempo right down. It doesn’t matter as the crowd are more than content and willing Rick to sing some more. Being slower, it enabled that rich voice to show off its range a bit more, impressing everybody.

Before the next song, we get an un-scheduled track! Rick asks us if we’re happy to listen to a silly comedy song. Someone shouts “Of course, we’re German!” He demonstrates how he wants us to ripple our fingers and then begins “Fishy Fingers”. It went down a treat with it’s funny lyrics. Rick expresses his enjoyment with a comical phrase which I dare not repeat! But it would involve a box of tissues… if you’re on my wavelength!

We’re back onto the new material as Rick breaks into “Keep It Turned On”. Personally, I would love to see this song turn out to be a single. It’s so catchy I had this song in my ahead for ages after the gig had finished! Another upbeat song which is in the same ball-park as Ronan Keating’s “Loving Each Day”. He finishes the set with “One Night Stand”. For some reason I had expected this one to be a fast tempo song but it turns out to be another slow one. It was one of my favourite tunes of the evening perhaps another one I’d expect to be a single. The lyrics were ‘touching’ and the music complimented them well.

At this point the gig was supposed to be finished. However, there was some unexpected chanting. Marion explains that in English it meant “We want more!” “We want more!” Rick doesn’t let the crowd down and returns to stage with a smile stretching from one side of his face to the other. He informs us that the next song was still in ‘rehearsal’ stages as he’d only introduced it to the band the night previous. The tune turns out to be “Miracle” and arguably the best performed song of the night. It was delivered so emotionally and powerfully, I was absolutely taken aback. I’m so familiar with Rick’s voice but I promise you, this was exceptional.

Rick tells how the band only know the songs they have rehearsed so he’ll have to do a song already performed. He turns to Polydor who tell him to do “Keep It Turned On” one more time. It was a good choice, leaving people with a really good song and that of the album title.

After crediting his band, Rick leaves stage. I think it’s fair to say that both Rick and the audience were reluctant for him to do so, but there were interviews to be done. It seemed strange as these people who were supposed to be journalists were behaving more like fans! After doing his interviews, Rick came out to join the party that had started in his absence. He milled around talking to many people. We even got the opportunity to exchange a brief few words."

[so-called-quail]

'Trapped in the end!' said Sam bitterly, his anger rising again above weariness and despair. 'Gnats in a net. May the curse of Faramir bite that Gollum and bite him quick!' 'That would not help us now,' said Frodo.

Sword in hand Sam went after him. For the moment he had forgotten everything else but the red fury in his brain and the desire to kill Gollum. But before he could overtake him, Gollum was gone. Then as the dark hole stood before him and the stench came out to meet him, like a clap of thunder the thought of Frodo and the monster smote upon Sam's mind.

Now he tried to find strength to tear himself away and go on a lonely journey – for vengeance. If once he could go, his anger would bear him down all the roads of the world, pursuing, until he had him at last: Gollum. Then Gollum would die in a corner. But that was not what he had set out to do. It would not be worth while to leave his master for that. It would not bring him back. Nothing would.

Sam and vengeance in today's entry

[rowrowronnie]

love disney going through it’s anti imperialist arc rn (andor, wakanda forever)