#musings ( rem ).

[orbital-inclination]

if molt and rem met dream and nightmare, how'd you think itd go?

Largely depends on who met who first. either way tho, capital D Drama.

[mosthuggableffxiv]

Fordola and Lyse should be at the club.

[mad-hunts]

new platonic or romantic date idea: your muse and barton go to a chinese food restaurant + eat to your hearts content before you go to his house, because your muse was promised dinner AND a movie, but the second he gets through the door he passes out on the couch from a food coma

[unrealization]

When you get your soft, italicized "oh."

the unrelated moment

you tend to be more preoccupied with practical things, to the point where you've been blinded to matters of the heart. sure, you're close with this person. you like to be close with people. it is rewarding to know and be known in return. you leave realization no choice but to sneak up on you. they're not even in the room when it happens. someone or something else spells it out for you, an observant friend's passing comment or a particular sentence you were reading in a book, and suddenly it hits you, what it all means. the person your feelings have been building themselves around. Oh. it's them. it's time. it's them and you, here and now, and you have to decide what to do at this crossroads. luckily, you're practically-minded.

The Missed Opportunity

this one comes with a pang. it is the wrinkled brow of something unpleasant sinking in. they've left to find some new adventure. or they've met someone else. and you have only just begun to understand their true importance to you. you watch them drift toward a future without you, and in that stark numbness of their absence, it hits you. Oh. oh, you want them close. you hopelessly, selfishly want them all to yourself. you'll support them no matter what, but you don't want them to want a future that doesn't involve you. you want them to read the near-invisible signs of your love and decide to take a chance on you. you never want to say that you *used* to know each other. so what are you going to do?

The Emergency

something goes wrong. there's urgency. everything gets turned upside down, and you have to grab for the things that matter most-- Oh. suddenly, there's perspective, and at the worst possible moment, the moment when there is so much else going on, you realize that you have been breathless with want for so, so long. you want everyone to be safe, but please, please, you want them to be safe. you want everything to be okay so that you can have another chance to get things right. a chance to start over. and everything will be okay, of course, because you've made it through bad moments before, and that foundation of trust is there, even if you've never quite acknowledged it to its full potential. you trust them. you need them. Oh.

Tagged by: @autonomousxselves

Tagging: @ruiination (Subaru, Akira), @prsrott, @more-than-a-princess, @hxpelessnurse

[bulletblessed]

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[novapark]

For some reason my youtube algorithm has decided I want to listen to songs from the Raskland era. I'm already in a fickle mood this week with my sims internet. It'd be nice if you don't give me more ideas.

I have been wanting to do another full narration story on main but I have no idea which one of the something like 8 projects I got sitting in the idea bank I'd really follow through with.

[cupcakegalaxia]

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[gemkun]

@wingspiked said : warm, dark feathers seem to have a mind of their own - the svelte form of raven's wings coming to secure themselves around ratio's from behind. at the same moment, a svelte frame presses to him, and the chime of harmony rings true, the caress of curious fingertips inside his mind, before angel sinks chin to the doctor's shoulder. " veritas. " he hums thoughtfully, those wings flexing briefly as they twitch against him. at the same time, an ungloved fingertip drifts forth, dragging down the curve of ratio's jaw, as sunday himself nestles against his ear, " you are quite the learned man. tell me: when does a dream... " one caressing fingertip turns into two, before gently grasping the other's jaw, tilting it just so, so that their gazes might meet, and ratio can behold a momentary glimpse of too many eyes adorning sunday's wings and bare chest before they're gone again, " ...turn into a nightmare? "

      ⸻       this   is   the   stuff   of   bespoken   tales   ,   by   guardians   whom   beseech   their   children   behave.   to   imprison   them   with   their   fears   that   lock   them   ,   into   the   blanketed   security   of   their   bed.   an   image   that   is   spun   ,   with   a   sole   perpetrator   in   mind   :   a   monster.

  but   sunday   is   no   monster   ,   and   this   is   no   tale.

  he   regards   him   ,   as   solid   as   the   alabaster   that   he   so   often   garlanded.   maintaining   eye   contact   that   refused   to   yield   ,   whether   it   be   the   halovian   or   not.   with   or   without   the   external   influence   of   higher   powers   ,   at   the   command   of   the   one   who   hoists   him.   ❝   you   already   know   —   ❞   scholarly   tones   slither   ,   entangling   with   the   voracity   that   exhibits   off   the   seraphim   ,   ❝   —   the   answer   to   that.   ❞

  skating   ,   digits   find   purchase   in   sealing   a   wrist   ,   belonging   to   the   hand   that   seeks.   creating   an   equilibrium   ,   that   balances   their   abilities   ,   on   the   edge   of   a   blade   that   threatens   to   sever   whoever   falls   sunder   —   to   plunge   into   the   source   of   the   angel’s   inquisition.

  cast   into   shadow   ,   by   the   backdrop   of   midnight   plumage   ,   his   eyes   are   radiant   evermore.   searing   starlight   with   its   golden   streak.   ❝   for   you   to   ask   such   a   question   ,   can   mean   only   one   thing.   ❞   perhaps   ,   the   guided   and   blessed   are   equipped   with   the   tools   ,   cast   by   their   aeon   ,   but   knowledge   is   all   —   encompassing.   it   did   not   require   the   aid   nor   intervention   of   the   divine.

  even   an   emanator   ,   could   be   surpassed.

  carved   ,   his   gaze   sculpts   along   the   make   of   the   troubled   soul   ,   glimmering   with   nothing   but   a   hunger   —   to   be   freed   from   this   haze   that   obfuscates   him.   another   hand   rests   then   ,   caressing   the   unattended   jawline   ,   imploring   the   ethereal   to   shirk   that   which   blinds   him.

  ❝   it   is   plain   to   see   ,   this   nightmare   that   you   speak   of   .   .   .   ❞   the   sound   of   reason   echoes   ,   past   the   bewitchment   ,   past   the   fantastical   ,   past   the   contender   that   threatens   to   thwart   reality.   as   a   light   would   down   a   winding   corridor   ,   swallowed   in   darkness   ,   to   escort   a   wary   traveller   home.   ❝   you   are   in   it   now   ,   as   you   have   always   been.   ❞

  gently   ,   he   withdraws   ,   as   an   anchor   would   upon   the   intention   to   resume   a   voyage.   first   ,   with   the   slip   of   his   hand   ,   followed   by   the   unfurling   of   his   fingers.   where   only   sunday's   grasp   attached   the   two   ,   whilst   threads   began   to   fray.   as   if   to   sweep   the   quilt   that   kept   a   child   nestled   in   the   warmth   of   their   slumber.   but   he   does   not   exit   without   parting   words   —   kept   aside   until   this   very   moment   ,   deliberately   so.

  ❝   it   is   time   to   wake   up   sunday   ,   to   the   life   that   awaits   you.   ❞

  and   with   retrieved   limbs   ,   he   extends   his   arm.   outstretching   a   hand   ,   for   the   lost   drifter   to   take.

[sunburnacoustic]

RTé reviews Muse

Muse - Black Holes and Revelations

Label: A&E Records (Warner Bros) Year: 2006 Duration: 45 minutes

4/5 stars

By Bill Lehane

On 'Black Holes and Revelations' Muse show that their music continues to mix the dark and ominous with the purely playful to enjoyable effect.

'Take A Bow' announces the arrival of their fourth album with rising power chords, batches of synthesised loops and harmonised vocals of damnation. Taken together it's an aural onslaught that almost sounds overblown enough to make the composer of the 'Flash Gordon' theme tune blush; pure Muse in other words.

Skyward piano notes and shuttle engine guitars launch 'Starlight', a sweet-sounding space rock love song that is entirely irony-free. It's as if The Darkness had never existed.

While much has been reported of Muse taking on a new found funk style, in truth this is only in evidence on the Prince-like 'Supermassive Black Hole'. If it wasn't for the vocoder, guitar effects pedals and apocalyptic theme this groovy, syncopated shuffle could sit comfortably on a Franz Ferdinand album.

You could be forgiven for humming REM's 'Everybody Hurts' at the start of 'Soldier's Poem', a meditation on the war in Iraq taken from the lesser heard perspective of a British soldier. It shows Muse can hold back the instrumentation and create a plaintive political statement.

The relative calm is fleeting however. As if to bridge the gap back into normal service, a military drum beat opens 'Invincible', a slow burning romance that is classic Muse material, combining ascending guitars, crashing percussion and roaring vocals.

Perhaps the main difference between this album and Muse's popular last outing, 'Absolution', is the group's relative restraint on string arrangements. Having said this, there is a string section, both unplugged and plugged guitars and a trumpet on another highlight, 'City Of Delusion', an unashamedly prog rock track that boasts couplets like "I choose to hide from the All Seeing Eye/Destroy this city of Delusion".

And if this was not evidence enough of their prog rock credentials, the sleeve notes mention 'antique crushing' alongside more regular instrumental credits. Without the flaming comet of Muse, the galaxy of mainstream rock would be a dull place indeed.

[mosthuggableffxiv]

Comments on the Fordola poll make me feel like I should just say

1) all the propaganda is coming from submissions on the original forms (with one exception that'll show up later; no I'm not telling you which one)

2) I am aware of the War Crimes

[adventures-written]

;; Ohh, I had a dark thought for Rem’s survival verse :)

I know everyone’s been doing the idea where she gets into a cryopod and she’s safe and all that -- I like it and I’m gunna adopt that idea.

But...

What if Knives found her cryopod? He keeps it safe, keeps her asleep...something he can use against Vash later :)

[remma-demma]

Clio, Writer of Histories and Apollo, Bard of the People

[seedsmothership]

Thinking about Rem again…

I bet back on earth she was a musical lover.

[axgmented]

S/b: *gossiping about Rem*

Rem: you’re smokin’ deep fried dick if you think I give a chicken fried fuck.

[purplink8]

Just thinking about the fact that Volume 4 of the manga titled 'Love' literally shows Death (a skeleton crucified) and Shinigami being able to die if they fall in love with a human and try to save them using the Death Note...like 'Love' is such a deadly force in DN. Ohba has created a fictional world where emotions especially 'Love' is guaranteed to be your downfall (Gelus, Rem etc.).

[sassmill]

Listen getting a Marriott credit card and staying in a comfortable hotel when I travel for my independent contract work is one of the nicest things I’ve ever done for myself