#numb without you

[league-of-blorbos]

fuckin' Rhaayn ass lyrics right here

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[poprocklyrics]

You are the rising tide You're every fucking thing inside me now

Numb Without You, The Maine

[austinwehaveaproblem]

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[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[mobius-m-mobius]

- Loki S01x01 - Glorious Purpose - Loki S02x06 - (contrapuntal poem credit to @too-bees-poetry)

[dataframe]

「 I turned my eyes away and lived 」 truth of the immortal alliance conference comes to light

[ID: Scum Villain fanart, set in Proud Immortal Demon Way. In image one, Shang Qinghua bids the viewer (Mu Qingfang) goodbye with closed eyes and a smile as he walks toward Mobei-jun. Ice arrows threaten to pierce him; dry blood trails his step and coats his uniform, hands, and face. In image two, Mu Qingfang is kneeling, surrounded by fire and silhouettes of dead disciples, looking upon the viewer (Shang Qinghua) with a stricken expression. Their hair is disheveled and fresh blood soaks their uniform and cheek. A hand lingers on their sword, hesitant to unsheathe it. END ID]

[xxplastic-cubexx]

it doesnt need to be said but its genuinely so funny how at-the-hip charles and erik are in krakoa like they really had the green light- the OBLIGATION- to be as obnoxiously close to each other as possible and abused that right to the fullest extent

[vaguely-concerned]

every so often, varric will write a black fox story. not anything fancy or for publication or anything, just for fun and because he knows hawke has a soft spot for them. ("an intrepid hero getting into and out of all kinds of trouble and the merry band of misfits following inseparably in his wake? can't imagine why".) some of them are experimental, some of them are straightforward retellings; they're generally pretty short and quick to do, so he allows himself to play around with form and genre and language more than he does in his professional work. stretching over the span of almost twenty years as they do, they contain some of his favourite pieces of his own writing, and some of the most '...was I huffing lyrium fumes or drunk or both for this one, hawke? what the actual hell is this' pieces. hawke keeps every single one of them. varric speculates that this is either because they're just that sentimental, or possibly that it's for future blackmailing purposes. he usually has one ready for their birthday. they have so much blackmail material on him anyway by this point, he figures, what's one more piece of ammunition going to do one way or the other.

varric finishes one of these black fox tales a couple of nights before he brings rook with him to minrathous — the last one. it's about the very last black fox story, the one where the black fox and his friends all disappear together into the depths of arlathan forest, where those in the know say you can find them to this very day, if you know where to look, or if you ever find yourself in trouble and in need of a helping hand. they'll turn up to aid a traveller in need, and disappear back between the shaded trees again once the day is saved, squabbling all the way, seeking treasures and unlikely quests yet unfound and unimagined.

they say on some days, you can hear them as laughter and friendly bickering on the wind from a couple of clearings over. it's not the end, it's just other adventures, some other place. that's the thing about stories. they're funny that way.

(once he wrote a book for his mother on her deathbed and read it to her through the comfortless and drawn-out hours of the troubled nights, and he burned the book the day she died and never spoke of it again.)

after he finishes the manuscript, he sits with it for a long time in the quiet and the candlelight before he wraps it up properly and sends it off back home to kirkwall. he attaches a note -- a story, to the best of all my stories, the one I'd tell forever if I could. take care of each other while I'm gone. first one to arrive saves seats at the bar, right? happy birthday, and send all my lack of love to the merchant's guild, as always. —Varric

he sends that to hawke. just in case. and then he gets up and he goes to find rook — it's time to get going.

[thechekhov]

as far as I interpreted the color in your hands or brain question, I thought it was based on that thing where artists tend to associate a color with themselves, kinda like an aura? Idk if that's actually a really common thing or not, but at the very least I and several of my friends would vaguely agree with that vibe. so "is that color in your hands or your brain?" is entirely vibes. where do you vibe with your color being? I could be entirely wrong about the entire set up though, maybe it's entirely confusing weirdness instead of a weird vibe check vibe no longer makes sense as a word to me, lol

It probably is a vibes thing. I think I just reflexively went ??????? in my brain and reflexively reblogged with that, but I'm sure the original author of the post is mentally walloping me with a pool noodle because I took something fun too seriously AND made their post break containment.

Sorry..

[asurrogateblog]

Btw what would you recommend to watch or read as a starter for understanding Pink Floyd lore?

I would definitely start off with these two books:

Comfortably Numb: The Inside Story of Pink Floyd by Mark Blake

and

Inside Out: A Personal History of Pink Floyd by Nick Mason (<3)

I cannot tell you how many posts I've made that are derived from passages of these two books. Nick has the benefit of having been there, and he has sense of humor that literally made me laugh out loud many times while reading it, but Mark Blake has a bit more of an objective stance on events and adds details that nick wasn't willing to (such as their coke use in the 80's). They offer a good balance.

You can access pdfs of both of them here:

As for videos I'll defer to others' recommendations in terms of broader-scope floyd lore (e.g., a good documentary that's well-balanced and not weird about syd – any recs?).

The obvious answer would be to make sure you watch Live at Pompeii early on, or at least the accompanying interviews because that's where a LOT of the memes come from. (in general, the benefit of being a pink floyd fan is that they avoided the media so much that it doesn't actually take that long to catch up with Actual Footage of them – at least from while the band was active)

[dio-in-dogspace]

is it even sex if i’m not whimpering in pain at least once?

[sad-leon]

You reblogged the post about how people identify your art, and I have no idea how to explain it, but how you draw eyes is definitely a factor. Otherwise it’s the style, and recently the vent art you’ve been making has so much emotion in it, I’m actually really jealous of your capabilities, even if you’re going through a rough patch right now. I hope it gets better 🤞

aaa thank you <3

i was definately one of those kids that drew eyes on all my school work and notes lol. i defiantely have a very specific way i like doing it and im glad its noticable!!

it may be selfish, but im glad my vent art is seen and appreciated. its incredibly validating to know i can get emotions across in art, and also im not just some weird anomoly for being so upset all the time

[stclker]

Xenomorphs, yaut'ja and synthetics... and hybrids like Ripley 8 being ridiculously strong.

Meanwhile og Ripley & Daniels: perhaps I'll die but I refuse

[cassolotl]

Sometimes something puts me into my context as a queer born in the 80s and growing up in Section 28 England, and there's nothing else really to do except have a little cry about it.

“There’s a generation of queer people grieving for the childhood they never had,” Haigh says. “I think there’s a sense of nostalgia for something we never got, because we were so tormented. It feels close to grief. It dissipates, but it’s always there."

[itspileofgoodthings]

my life is a very slow process of everyone around me telling me not to be anxious and me fighting them all tooth and nail while inching towards more stable mental health.

[npdlangley]

im not even surprised shes like this shes on her chance anytime the teacher isnt looking . you are in grade 11 please get it together