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studentofetherium · 2 years
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two expressions of the same emotion
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clivechip · 9 months
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Song Lyric Sunday: Scandi Time
For this week, as he tells us in his post Nordic Sounds, Jim is inviting us to play some Scandinavian music – songs from Denmark, Norway, Finland and Sweden. Some big names have come from those countries, but I’m avoiding the obvious – so no ABBA or A-Ha from me today. And as for Barbie Girl – not a snowball’s chance in Hell! (You’re humming it now though, aren’t you!). I’m playing one each from…
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musiquariumology · 11 months
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Watch "A Flock Of Seagulls - Space Age Love Song (With the Prague Philharmonic Orchestra)" on YouTube
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parakeet · 7 months
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Owl City had a bunch of side projects with fun names and it’s wild to think one of those could’ve gotten popular instead. Sky sailing, seagull orchestra, insect airport, swimming with dolphins, color therapy, port blue… man of many projects
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frankensteinmutual · 1 year
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»we’ll sing the body electric until machine and soul are one.« — the android and the engineer are in love 🪐
like real people do - hozier / human - dodie / mystery of love - sufjan stevens / lifening - snow patrol / jupiter - sleeping at last / ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space - spititualized / at my most beautiful - r.e.m. / そのいのち - kaho nakamura / gretel - alex g / yellow - coldplay / love like you - rebecca sugar / new soul - yael naim / we are golden - mika / you’re my best friend - queen / hey man (now you're really living) - eels / alive with the glory of love - say anything / close to me - the cure / let's talk about spaceships - say hi / just impolite - plushgun / creature - half•alive / bulletproof heart -my chemical romance / feeling this - blink 182 / electric love -  børns / dissolve me - alt-J / this bright flash - m83 / sweet disposition - the temper trap / heaven or las vegas - cocteau twins / space age love song - a flock of seagulls / the system only dreams in total darkness - the national / strange currencies - r.e.m. / livin’ thing - electric light orchestra / starlight - muse / paradise - wild nothing / golden brown - the stranglers / blue monday - flunk / awake - tycho / encyclopedia (galactica) - weaver at the loom / more like you - orla gartland / livewire - oh wonder / pink in the night - mitski / all I need - radiohead / 21 M◊◊N WATER - bon iver / jóga - björk / soulvaki space station - slowdive / no one said it would be easy - cloud cult / the big ship - brian eno / intro - m83 / constellations - enter shikari / soundings in fathoms - the lonely forest / a different kind of human - aurora / ____45_____ - bon iver / open you eyes - snow patrol / dear future historians... - enter shikari
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devieuls · 1 year
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ˋ The Siren Song .࿐
Lo'ak Sully x Metkayina Reader ( ONE SHOT )
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Synopsis : The sea, a place of mystery and endless charm, hides secrets that only a few can understand. In a coastal village of the Metkayina clan, amidst glittering waves and imposing cliffs, there was a story as fascinating as unlikely. A young Na'vi just arrived, with strong shoulders and eyes full of curiosity, found himself trapped in the enveloping song of a mysterious young Metkayina woman. Her seductive melodies echoed in the salty air, penetrating into the hearts of everyone who heard them. Lo'ak was fascinated by that divine sound and ventured into the beach, hiding for several nights, to discover the origin of that song, remaining enchanted by the woman who sang and danced in harmony under the light of the stars… Until one night he gets caught.
Warning : None. FLUFF
Lenght : 3.5k
NA'VI WORDS : YAWNTUTSYIP: Darling, Little loved one
LO'AK: 20 y.o / Y/N: 18 y.o
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As the warm and silent night enveloped the beach of Awa'atlu, your lonely figure stood on the damp and silvery sand, as if it were pulverized with a layer of stardust, a soft lighting that danced around you. The waves crashing on the shore emitted a sweet sound of liberation, like a reassuring whisper singing a sweet melody to your ear. Their constant movement, a perpetual beat of the heart of the ocean, melted with your voice, creating a magical harmony that floated in the night air of the beach. The stars twinkled like diamonds in the night sky, while the moonbeams illuminated your makeshift stage on the beach. The ashy light danced through the waves, creating glowing reflections that seemed to applaud your talent, urging you to continue to sing for the Great Mother. Deep in the night, sea animals joined the natural beach orchestra. Seagulls croaked in the distance, like angelic choirs that responded to your notes. The waves carried with them the melodious song of the newly returned Tulkuns, a deep and powerful symphony that vibrated in the soul of Lo'ak who listened in silence from afar, hypnotized.
Lie si oe tìvawmur – I experience the darkness Atanti ngal molunge, Ma Eywa – You brought light, oh Eywa lawnol a mì te'lan – Great joy in my heart Srrìri tìreyä – For the days of life Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe, Ma Eywa – We thank you, oh Eywa Tonìri tìreyä – For the nights of life
You sang with bare feet in the sand, dancing freely, emanating a magnetic aura. Your voice, intense and penetrating, hovered in the air accompanying, telling pieces of your Songcord, the dark days and happy days blessed by Eywa and her love. Your notes intertwined with the sound of the sea and the singing of marine animals, creating a unique melody that seemed to merge with infinity, and that left Lo'ak breathless and mesmerized. And so, once again on the beach, you became part of the enchanted landscape. Your music traveled along the brackish breeze, bringing with it the magic of the night and its sounds, enchanting the young Na'vi who still did not know your face. This was the seventh night that Lo'ak hid behind some rocks to listen to your voice, remaining in silence not to disturb that magic that only the darkness of the night and the ocean could reveal, admiring you from afar, finding peace in your music. Every note, every nuance of your song was like a fragment of a deep emotion, a song that told of passions, dreams and hopes.
"Are you going to hide for more nights?" You asked in the wind, while on your knees, tired from dancing for about an hour, you wet your hair on the shore of the sea. You already noticed a few nights before you had a silent spectator, but you had preferred to shut up because you didn’t know if he was waiting for the right moment to approach you, or if maybe he was just too shy to do it. So you decided to give him a chance to reveal himself to you without waiting any longer. A whirlwind of emotions takes over in Lo'ak, feeling exposed. His mind filled with excitement, fear and hope as his heart pounded in his chest. Every detail of the moment seems to amplify, making his presence even more incisive, albeit hidden. "I don’t bite, you can approach me" you continued, laughing slightly, turning your back as you waited for him to approach. Lo'ak’s eyes explored your body from behind: Your long wavy raven hair, the watery green skin that shone because of the tiny bioluminescent freckles that created constellations on your body, the loincloth folded to the side to let you sit comfortably and the threads of the top that covered your front breast. During the seven nights he watched and listened to yourself singing and dancing freely alone on the beach, you fed his dreams and fantasies about you, daydreaming of the day he would show up, studying it in his mind. He would never have imagined that your meeting could happen so directly on your part.
Lo'ak came out of his cunning hiding place and approached you. His legs trembled slightly, as his heart began to hammer so hard that he became deaf. His mind was filled with a mix of curiosity, hope and fear of disappointing you in some way, as you had captured his attention in such a powerful and innocent way. You turned your face to the side, noticing the Na'vi behind you, smiling gently and then turning around completely and being inexplicably fascinated by that mysterious guy so different from the Metkayina boys you were used to. His tight waist, his slender yet toned body, his tail thinner than yours and her hand presenting what looked like an extra finger. Your eyes then met his, remaining enchanted by those golden pools that reminded you of dawn, deep and magnetic, left you mesmerized for a while. His gaze lingered on yours, finding you enchanting, perhaps even better than he had imagined your face. "I finally see you…" You whispered with a thread of voice as your heart sped inexplicably into your chest, sending strange signals even to your stomach that began to writhe on itself. Your voice out of the song was pure hypnotic melody, as if you invited him to be amazed and run out of words in his throat, making him just breathe like a fish out of water. "I see you too… I’ve seen you before, but never… I mean, you know. Your eyes… and…" He began, going into confusion right away, thanking the little light that could hide the slight redness on his cheeks. < Idiot. > He thought to himself, while scratching his neck swallowing heavily. You laughed slightly, amused by his clumsiness around you; though you might notice that he was a belted warrior wrapping his abdomen, hardly believing that a warrior could be so careless and almost shy with a woman.
"No need to be embarrassed, sweetie, I noticed you a few nights ago. I don’t seem to have been rude enough to embarrass you, do I?" You asked while you started to wet the long braid that covered the neuronal tail, trying to put the boy at ease, looking away from him. You smiled shyly, as the boy’s strong natural scent struck your delicate sense of smell, finding it strangely delicious and pleasant, unlike that of other boys. "No, not at all… I thought I would pass more unnerved, that’s it" he admitted, looking at you from above, taking long, deep breaths, not knowing how to carry on the conversation. "You’re not from here, are you? Your skin and texture would not go unnoticed, not even your perfume." You admitted, as you implied that he was sitting next to you. Lo'ak sat down beside you, leaving some space between you two. "No, I just arrived with my family. I come from the Omatikaya clan" he said without taking his eyes off your face covered with some wavy strands of hair. "The Omatikaya clan? You come from far away. What is your name?" You turned your face towards him, looking at him in the honey puddle in his eyes, breathing in his scent. "Lo'ak… Your name instead is?" His voice made his interest and curiosity in knowing you, feeling already so close to you not only physically. "Y/n, you may not believe it but I am the singer of the Metkayina clan" Your voice was sarcastic, as you watched as a smile began to paint itself on his face, showing beautiful pearly teeth and long canines. You smiled back, happy to have managed to make the boy smile beside you, feeling that he was now less tense than before.
"Unbelievable, who would have expected it. Such a beautiful and melodious voice that acts as the main voice for the clan? Unimaginable" Lo'ak said, continuing the little game you had started. You bit your lip slightly as you carried a few curls behind your ear, looking down at his hands, which they laid on the ground. You immediately noticed that Lo'ak did not look like a real Na'vi, the presence of eyebrows, a fifth finger or the almost non-existence of the typical Na'vi cross on his abdomen, but these details only made you curious about him. "So flattering, you only heard me sing for a few nights. But thank you, compliments are always appreciated" you replied, creating a path with your eyes from his hands to his eyes. "You’re right, but that doesn’t mean your voice isn’t charming… May I ask why you always sing the same song? It’s very beautiful, but I don’t understand why you always go around the same" He bit his lip slightly as he looked at you. Even though you were sitting, you seemed so tiny near him, almost fragile, because of the height difference. "It’s my songcord. I usually sing to the Great Mother, waiting to add more important events… I like to remember my life every night, it’s a celebration of myself, to wish me the best for the future. You never sang your songcord?" Your eyes fell on his loincloth for a second, looking briefly at his songcord that was tied to his side, and then blushing when your eyes inevitably moved more to the center, noticing something you shouldn’t even notice. "No, I extend it but I don’t sing it. Sometimes I look at it and I think I’ve only had a few important events in my life, I don’t think the Great Mother would listen to me if I asked her something similar" Lo'ak’s voice had that strange aftertaste of bitterness, as if something had marked him perpetually throughout his life.
Your hand laid gently on his warm cheek, while the tip ofyour little finger brushed against the boy’s angular jaw. "The Great Mother always listens to us, no matter how little hope we have. She is here" you laid a hand on his chest, shyly. "Just… just try to live every day as if it were your last, thank her for your days and live with the knowledge that you have someone watching over you continuously. You will see that your Songcord will stretch and you will find more experiences to keep you dear to you" You answered and then get up. " You listened to my voice for seven nights in silence. I am sure you will have the same patience to listen to your voice too, the Great Mother will do the same… or she has already done it" You turned around as you began to walk. Lo'ak looked at you silently as you walked away from him. "H-hey, y/n where are you going?" He said as he rose, dusting away the sand from his cerulean skin. "It’s late, I have to get back to my marui. I reduced myself to the last minute to talk to you like this in case it was too embarrassing or worse, I could have left without you weighing it" Your voice was sincere. You turned and then smiled gently at him, with a slight and impetuous blush on the cheeks "Fortunately it went well". Lo'ak remained to admire you as you walked away, heading where all the Marui were, and smiled, turning back on the sand. His hand immediately found an object on the sand, a small blue pearl, with white reflections due to the moonlight. He squeezed it between his fingers and then carried it over his head, inspecting it against light, deciding that that pearl would end up on his songcord, sure that the encounter with you was not random, and that you would bring light on that eternal night that had enveloped him all these years.
More nights passed since then, and every night Lo'ak listened to you sing your songcord, watching as your hands caressed the beads and your smile softened every time you came to the end. Lo'ak admired you in silence, indeed, he worshipped you, feeling alive at every note that left your mouth, creating a hypnotic melody in his mind that could only make him accelerate his heart, while his hand touched his own songcord, in particular the bead that represented you. Every night he would listen to you and then you would sing him some songs from the Metkayina clan, always asking him if he had added new pearls to his songcord, and talking about all sorts of things. You liked to meet him and listen to his outbursts, creating almost a safe place around you, where he could feel safe and calm, and you too. You could say that you were completely in tune, understanding you with little, even if the meetings were limited only to the night because of the commitments of both. You never complained about this, enjoying those moments of tranquility and security. One of those nights you noticed his songcord, with a pearl that had to be of the Metkayina clan due to the shape and nuances.
"Ma Lo'ak, isn’t that a pearl of the sea on your songcord?" you asked intrigued, pointing to the songcord tied to his loincloth. "Hmm?" He looked down at the spot where you were pointing and blushed suddenly. "Y-yes… it’s a pearl of the sea, I found it the night we first spoke, I saw it and I caught it…" He said slightly embarrassed, as he looked away from you and hid his songcord, at least the end where the bead was. You laughed and then leaned your fingertips on his biceps, resting your face on his shoulder as you breathed in his perfume, making him blush from the sudden proximity. "And you decided to put it on your songcord? Is it for me?" you shamelessly asked, noticing how a shiver passed through his body and the slight redness on his cheeks. "What? Is it really for me? Aw, that’s so cute." Your voice was kind of funny, even sweet and sincere, as you teased him and pinched his arm to make him talk. "No! I mean, yes… Well, it’s- ah! y/n, stop," he said, turning his face to the side so you wouldn’t see him blushing, even though it was too late. "How cute! You’re embarrassed for so little? Oh, c'mon Lo'ak, that’s nice. I’m happy to be in your songcord as a reminder to keep in mind" You put your hand under his chin and turned him in your direction and then unbalanced yourself forward, touching your noses. "I also want you in my songcord, can I have one of your beads, please?" You asked him while your faces were separated by very little space. His eyes fell on your lips and then returned to your eyes, swallowing slightly before sighing.
"What would you like?" He answered as he moved a strand of hair behind your ear, noticing how he seemed enchanted and almost mesmerized by your eyes. "This here… can I have it?" Your eyes did not come off her, as you used your peripheral vision to wrap two fingers around a yellow bead that was on one of her braids. "I like this one. It reminds me of the suns of Pandora, the coral reef of the ocean and…" you laid a hand on his cheek, gently "your eyes." Lo'ak blushed more, making you smile. You noticed how he took off all the beads to give you the yellow one you had decided, and then rearranged them on the braid. You looked at him and silently thanked him for putting the bead in your hair, keeping it there until you get home and can add it to the songord. "I don’t understand why you get so shy when I’m so close to you" you huffed and then went backwards, laying your hands on the moist, compact sand, which offered a pleasant feeling of freshness. The waves of the ocean reflected on it, creating a shimmering and magical effect, while the stars above you reflected on your raven hair, forming almost moonlight-like spots, as if the cosmos were pouring down on you. Lo'ak looked at you with his big golden eyes, more and more mesmerized by your beauty and your being so outspoken, feeling his heart accelerate when the sea breeze brought your perfume directly into his lungs. "I’m not shy, I’m just not used to talking to girls like you" he admitted. You raised an eyebrow, not understanding the meaning of what he was saying. "You are direct, too direct y/n" you stop him. "is that bad?" He looked at you, sighing as he felt like an idiot. "No, I love this aspect of you" he admitted, looking down slightly, and then opened his eyes when you answered. "Do you love it?" you replied, smiling, as you approached him again, observing how the blush persisted on his cheeks. "Well, I love you. I mean, love it, I LIKE IT! I like your character, but I like you too. I like you as a friend, that is, I like like you, I lo-" Lo'ak panicked and you laughed and then pressed your lips on him, feeling like he froze on the spot.
The atmosphere permeates with electrifying energy as your hearts beat in unison. In the air there is a combination of excitement and shyness, your hands landed on Lo'ak’s cheeks, caressing them gently as you tried to calm him, noticing how his eyes tapered as the kiss became a little more intimate and tangible, colliding your warm tongues. His hands wrapped around your waist, caressing it with a little fear at first, then smiling when he realized you didn’t mind. You both get lost in the moment, forgetting everything else. The sea breeze caressed your faces, while the waves broke on the shore like a melody in the background, amplifying the magic of the moment. As you gently parted, he bit your lip slightly. Your looks met again, filled with joy, gratitude and a silent promise of something. Your thumbs on his cheeks rubbed slightly against his skin before you started talking. "I like you too, and not just as a friend." You whispered on his lips, blushing slightly. "I mean that I really like you, like I love you. if I didn’t understand it" You laughed softly and then slightly detached yourself from him, dropping the grip you had on his face, glad tat you finally told him. "From the first night when I discovered you and talked to you. I liked you. You looked like a helpless, shy baby Tulkun who preferred to stay hidden. You were very cute and you still are, to be honest." Lo'ak listened to you in silence, incredulous at how you were declaring yourself so naturally, as if you were talking about the most basic thing. "And I like that you’re so different from me, that you look like a bad guy from the outside, even when I run into you in the village. Swollen chest and high head, like I want to prove something to someone, even though I feel like the real you is the shy, sensitive one I’ve come to know. I thought I should tell you" Your eyes fell on Lo'ak’s, before being taken from his face and brought back in a sweet kiss. "I…" Lo'ak whispered as he pulled away from your lips, finding it already an addiction. "Me too… I like, love you y/n. Your voice, your hair, your laugh… Ma Eywa, you’re so amazing and so spontaneous. You make me feel less alone and at home, even though I remain silent listening to you sing or talk" He said with confidence as he looked you in the eyes. "And it’s so fucking liberating to think that I’m not the only one who feels that way. I think you somehow bewitched me with your voice" He smiled and then let you rest on his chest, lying on the sand.
"Even bewitched you? Anyway, you’re right, I’m amazing, which is why you should ask me to be your partner." You admitted while you were watching the stars. He coughed and thanked himself for putting you on his chest so you wouldn’t see the embarrassment on his face. "it’s true. Don’t you know that the best is taken immediately? is a piece of advice. You could ask me now, in case it’s a yes, just to let you know." Lo'ak laughed spontaneously and then held you close to him, wrapping his arms around your body, sniffing the sweet scent of salt in your hair. "Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?" From his voice it could be seen that he was trying to stay serious without laughing at the absurdity of the situation, and from the way you had practically fed him the words. "Yes, of course I do." You smiled, satisfied, and then played with the armband that faded, brushing the feather and relaxing on him. "It wasn’t that hard, was it?" "You are really… I have no words to describe you, ma yawntutsyìp." You interrupted him, raising your face to look at him. "Mhhh, maybe…Yours? Extraordinary? An excellent singer? Yes, they are all already confirmed things" Lo'ak laughed and gently stroked your side and then left a kiss on your head.
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Disney Parks Animatronic Tournament Match ups: Round 1
Should start tomorrow!
Bracket A/Tier 1:
Hondo Ohnaka vs Beast
Davy Jones vs Disco Yeti
Lava Monster vs Kylo Ren
Anna (Hong Kong version) vs Mr. Potato Head
Jack Sparrow vs BB8
Stitch vs Hopper
Lumiere vs Sven
Belle and Prince Adam vs Tiana
Stunt Spiderman vs Clawhauser
Wheezy vs Tiki Room Stitch
Rocket Raccoon vs C3PO
Shaman of Songs vs Elsa (Hong Kong version)
Ursula vs Lieutenant Bek
Dragon under castle vs Olaf
Hatbox Ghost vs Lantern Belle
Albert vs Dwarves in Mine Train
Bracket B/Tier 2:
Madame Leota vs Fantasmic dragon/Murphy
Giant from Sinbad's Storybook Voyage vs Swedish Chef
Finale conductor Sebastian vs Big Al
Roger Rabbit vs Br'er Porcupine
Dreamfinder vs Constance Hatchaway
Redd vs Munchkins
Skippy vs DJ R3X
Singing Geese vs 1900 Patricia
Daisy Duck vs Mary Poppins
Trixie vs The Five Bear Rugs
Jack Skellington vs Carnotaurus
Buzz Lightyear vs John
Aladar vs Zazu
RX-24 vs John Wayne
Max, Buff and Melvin vs Teddi Berra
Iago vs Panchito
José vs Uh-oa
Sun Bonnet Trio vs Br'er Raccoon
Figment vs Little Leota
Horned King vs Roz
Malestrom trolls vs Donald Duck
Abraham Lincoln vs Q’aráq
Statler and Waldorf vs Gene Kelly
Marshmallow vs Wicked Witch of the West
Will Rogers Jr/Lasso cowboy vs ExtraTERRORestrial Alien
Farming bunnies vs Frank
Timekeeper vs VR Grandma
Luggage Scanner Droids vs Railway end Mickey
Scuttle vs Bean Bunny
S.I.R.(Tim Curry robot) vs Liver Lips Mcgrowl
Buzzy vs Phantom
Ellen Ripley vs Sonny Eclipse
Bracket C/Tier 3:
Hitchhiking Ghosts vs Blue Fairy
Mr Bluebird vs Hag with apple
Richard the pineapple vs Sea Serpent
The Muppet Penguin Orchestra vs The Lost Safari
Horizons Robot butler vs Girl with goose
POTC Donkey vs Goat with dynamite
Jessica Rabbit vs Tiki room birds
Evil queen in window vs dancing Ariel
Puffins vs Mickey Mouse Review Alice
Little Red vs Unnamed laundry girl
Computer engineer woman/Foxy vs Indiana Jones snake
Hula Girls vs Disappearing butterfly
Splash Mountain finale chickens vs Sauropod
Tiger with umbrella vs Br'er Fox and Bear end scene
Donald's butt vs Drunk hats stealing pirate
Xenomorph vs Sally
Drew Carey vs Figaro
Rover vs Nemo seagulls
Exercise Patricia vs Tiki room Jose
Rosita vs Small World hippo
Darla vs POTC prison dog
Beating heart bride vs Barnstormer chickens
Boothill Boys/Vultures vs Ballroom dancer ghosts
Pansy, Poppy and Petunia (Splash opossums) vs Pig pirate
"Here kitty kitty" pirate vs Evil queen turns into hag
Skeleton ship pirate vs Small World cowboy
Singing birds of paradise vs Primeval World diorama
Jungle cruise elephants vs Barker Bird
Uncle Orville vs Granny ghost
Carlos' wife vs Energy dinos
Rabbit family with carrot vs jungle cruise hippos
Dirty foot pirate vs FSU gopher
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bestsynthpop · 7 months
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Let's go Bracket 2! If you were wondering about Depeche Mode and Kraftwerk, here you go!
Berlin: Metro vs. Tears for Fears: Pale Shelter
The Normal: Warm Leatherette vs. King: Love And Pride
Gary Numan: Cars vs. Afrika Bambatta: Planet Rock
Q Feel: Dancing in Heaven vs. Kraftwerk: Telephone Line
Real Life: Send Me an Angel vs. Depeche Mode: Enjoy the Silence
Blancmange: Living on the Ceiling vs. Yellow Magic Orchestra: Behind the Mask
Yello!: Oh Yeah vs. Yazoo: Nobody's Diary
Kraftwerk: Tour De France vs. Tears for Fears: Everybody Wants to Rule the World
Kajagoogoo: Too Shy vs. Phil Oakey & Giorgio Moroder: Together in Electric Dreams
Dead Milkmen: Instant Club Hit vs. Depeche Mode: Personal Jesus
When in Rome: The Promise vs. Dee-Lite: Groove is in the Heart
Frankie Goes to Hollywood: Relax vs. Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark: Electricity
Lene Lovich: New Toy vs. Dead or Alive: You Spin Me Round
Yazoo: State Farm vs. Slow Children: President Am I
Japan: Quiet Life vs. Lipps Inc: Funkytown
Communards: Don’t Leave Me This Way vs. Bryan Ferry: Slave to Love
Animotion: Obsession vs. Blondie: Heart of Glass
Information Society: Whats On Your Mind vs. Thompson Twins: Hold Me Now
Trio: Da Da Da vs. Eurythmics: Here Comes the Rain Again
Eddy Grant: Electric Avenue vs. Corey Hart: Sunglasses at Night
Yellow Magic Orchestra: Taiso vs. Harold Faltermeyer: Axel F Theme
Trans-X: Living on Video vs. Taco: Puttin' on the Ritz
Eurythmics: Sweet Dreams vs. Nina Hagen: Smack Jack
Talk Talk: It's My Life vs. Naked Eyes: Always Something There to Remind Me
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark: Enola Gay vs. Sigue Sigue Sputnik: Love Missile F1-11
Thompson Twins: Lies vs. John Foxx: Underpass
Cars: Heartbeat City vs. Chaka Khan: I Feel For You
Rockwell: Somebody's Watching Me vs. Frankie Goes to Hollywood: Two Tribes
Flock of Seagulls: Wishing (Photograph of You) vs. Alphaville: Forever Young
The Cure: The Walk vs. Art of Noise: Legs
Murray Head: One Night in Bangkok vs. Donna Summer & Giorgio Moroder: I Feel Love
Grace Jones: Pull Up to the Bumper vs. Roxy Music: Angel Eyes
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journalsouppe · 10 months
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Link's Awakening HD!!! I love the art style of this game a lot and I hope the developers continue to make more HD remakes of the older games! As someone who played the oracle games before this one, this game improved a lot on playability and design so it was really nice breath of fresh air to not struggle against some of the rough aspects of those games (hardhat beetles). I wish I could've loved this game more, but as much as I enjoyed this game I still had issues with it (same with every Zelda game honestly :/).
The stickers are from the Homemade in Hyrule zine and were designed by Mirarasol
Writing typed below! (plus extra commentary in my summary)
Rating: 8.3 Played: Spr. 2023 Port: Switch
Comments:
GORGEOUS OPENING ANIMATION
omg Kaepora Gaebora
this is insanely cute
incredible sfx and animation
please that's a tanuki not a racoon T-T
the apples change color...??
omg it has the platforming
wtf the skeletons hanging??
Her name is SYRUP not WITCH
omg the classic moldorm
DAMPE
VIRE!!!
I really hate how racist Nintendo is
I like Marin and Tarin!!!
The drowning noise
the pegasus boots are so cute
color 3 up 4 right 5 up 2 left 1 down
Tarin why did you poke the nest with the stick T-T
animal village animal crossing?
oh marin and the others have round ears
FUCK SLIME EYE
i like the color dungeon but don't like choosing between offense and defense (other games let you have a reduced mix of both I usually choose)
passage ways of the egg left up left left up right up up
I like L-4
love the chess piece puzzle
omg spectacle rock
love the turtle rock head fight
nintendo PLEASE STOP WITH THE RACIST BOSSES
KIRBY!
ghastly?
love the ocarina songs
love the figurines
I really love the nightmare combo final boss
love the orchestra music
seagull marin?
love the whole dream concept
love the wind fish design
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What an incredible remake. The opening and ending animations, the smooth gameplay, the amazing new remodels, wow. This was so charming. I am angry about the racist bosses and that did affect my score and I am just not excited to see them again when I play DX. (I know this is an issue throughout the whole Zelda franchise and even in my favorite games like OOT it frustrates me, esp since later games made some of these problems worse. But the 2D games were a lot better about their designs so it was just upsetting to see this in Link's Awakening, especially since this is a remake from 2019 and no one on the developers team thought it was a good idea to change the racist designs). Although I haven't played the original LA, I can say from my experience with the oracle games that this is an incredible improvement. Some enemies are absolutely the worst to fight in the pixel games and everything was just smoothed over and so much more enjoyable. I really hope they do remake the oracle games like this one because they're so fun and silly that I know my ratings of the game would increase with a contemporary redesign. Also what a cool story. Link, half dead, experiencing a dream world filled with early Nintendo figures. It's so unique and silly, I really enjoyed exploring the whole world. Nintendo should remake more old games and cut their shit out with these damn racist designs.
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Every single Brawl Stars character as songs
So, I was unhappy with my prior posts on this topic, both because of the song choices I made and because I didn't properly credit the musicians behind them. Ergo, I'm going to compile all of the brawlers into a single list below the cut, and then update and reblog this post each time a new brawler is released.
Feedback regarding song choices is encouraged if you think you have a better fit for a character.
8-Bit: "Pac-Man Fever" by Buckner & Garcia
Amber: "Burnin' Up" by A Flock of Seagulls
Angelo: "There! Right There!" from Legally Blonde: The Musical (written by Nell Benjamin and Laurence O'Keefe)
Ash: "Trash Day" by "Weird" Al Yankovic
Barley: "Bottle Action" by Ms. B'Havin
Bea: "Lord of the Hornets" by Robert Calvert
Belle: "Disciple of Lightning" by DJ the S
Berry: "Skipper Dan" by "Weird Al" Yankovic
Bibi: "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" by Albert von Tilzer and Jack Norworth
Bo: "The Wild West is Where I Want to Be" by Tom Lehrer
Bonnie: "Human Cannonball" by Webb Wilder
Brock: "Rocket Jump Waltz" from Team Fortress 2 (by Valve Studio Orchestra)
Bull: "Another One Bites the Dust" by Queen
Buster: "Rock-And-Roll Nerd" by Tim Minchin
Buzz: "Run This Town" by JAY-Z featuring Rhianna and Kanye West
Byron: "A Little Heart-To-Heart" from Team Fortress 2 (by Valve Studio Orchestra)
Carl: "Diggy Diggy Hole" by The Yogscast
Charlie: "Spider-Man (1967) Theme" by Paul Francis Webster and Bob Harris
Chester: "I Remember Larry" by "Weird Al" Yankovic
Chuck: "Toccata and Fugue in D Minor" by Johann Sebastian Bach
Clancy: "Crab Rave" by Noisestorm
Colette: "Every Breath You Take" by The Police
Colt: "Shoot to Thrill" by AC/DC
Cordelius: "White Rabbit" by Jefferson Airplane
Crow: "Young Dumb and Ugly" by ""Weird Al" Yankovic
Darryl: "He's a Pirate" from Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl (Composed by Klaus Badelt)
Doug: "Surf Wax America" by Weezer
Draco: "Through the Fire and Flames" by Dragonforce
Dynamike: "T.N.T." by AC/DC
Edgar: "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana
El Primo: "Mexican Wrestler" by Jill Sobule
Emz: "Respectless" from Hazbin Hotel (Composed by Sam Haft, Andrew Underberg, Andrew Alderete, Gooseworx, and Parry Gripp)
Eve: "Mean Green Mother from Outer Space" from Little Shop of Horrors (Composed by Alan Menken)
Fang: "Kung-Fu Fighting" by Carl Douglas
Frank: "Fireflies" by Owl City
Gale: "Much Too Young (To Feel This Damn Old)" by Garth Brooks
Gene: "Arabian Nights" from Aladdin (Performed by Robin Williams)
Gray: "Scheming Weasel" by Kevin MacLeod
Griff: "Big Boss Man" by Jimmy Reed
Grom: "Main Theme" from Bomberman (Composed by Jun Chikuma)
Gus: "Turn the Lights Off" by Tally Hall
Hank: "Send the Marines" by Tom Lehrer
Jacky: "Poundcake" by Van Halen
Janet: "Death from Above" by Turbonegro
Jessie: "More Gun" from Team Fortress 2 (by Valve Studio Orchestra)
Kenji: [upcoming]
Kit: "Nyanyanyanyanyanyanya!"/ "Nyan Cat Theme" by daniwell featuring Hatsune Miku
Larry & Lawrie: "Back to Back" by Pretty Maids
Leon: "Right Behind You" from Team Fortress 2 (by Valve Studio Orchestra)
Lily: "Return of the Giant Hogweed" by Genesis
Lola: "Big Shot" by Billy Joel
Lou: "Sky-High Sundae" from Mario Kart Tour (composer unknown)
Maisie: "What's Up Danger" from Into the Spider-Verse (by Blackway & Black Caviar)
Mandy: "Cookie Land" from Mario Kart: Double Dash!! (Composed by Shinobu Tanaka and Kenta Nagata)
Max: "Caffeine" by Psychostick
Meg: "Peach-ball Launches! Robobot Armor" from Kirby: Planet Robobot (Composed by Hirozaku Ando and Jun Ishikawa)
Melodie: "Miku" by Anamanguchi featuring Hatsune Miku
Mico: "Beverly Hills" by Weezer
Moe: "Cripple's Shield Wall" by The Knight in Leslie Fish
Mortis: "Hate the Day" by Behind the Scenes
Mr. P: "Hotel California" by The Eagles
Nani: "Time in a Bottle" by Jim Croce
Nita: "Wild Child" by The Doors
Otis: "Graffiti Crimes" by Mi-Sex
Pam: "You Will Be Okay" from Helluva Boss (Composed by Sam Haft and Andrew Underburg, performed by Bryce Pinkham)
Pearl: "Pass the Biscuits, Mirandy" by Spike Jones
Penny: "You Are a Pirate" from LazyTown (by Stefan Karl Steffanson and composed by Máni Svavarsson)
Piper: "A Spoonful of Sugar" from Mary Poppins (Composed by Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman)
Poco: "Spooky Scary Skeletons" by Andrew Gold
R-T: "Eye in the Sky" by The Alan Parsons Project
Rico: "Pinball Wizard" by The Who
Rosa: "Garden Song" by David Mallett
Ruffs: "Send the Marines" by Tom Lehrer
Sam: "Super Macho Man" from Punch-Out!! Wii (Composed by Mike Peacock, Darren Radtke, and Chad York)
Sandy: "Enter Sandman" by Metallica
Shelly: "Faster Than a Speeding Bullet" from Team Fortress 2 (By Valve Studio Orchestra)
Spike: "Super Mario Bros. Desert Theme" from Super Mario Maker 2 (Composed by Koji Kondo)
Sprout: "Trees" by Tom Lehrer
Squeak: "Slime Creatures from Outer Space" by "Weird Al" Yankovic
Stu: "Drive Fast (The Stuntman)" by Bruce Springsteen
Surge: "Rules of Nature" from Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance (Composed by Jamie Christopherson)
Tara: "Hot Rails to Hell" by Blue Oyster Cult
Tick: "Drop Da Bomb" by Doctor Steel
Willow: "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Fishmen" by H. P. Lovecraft Historical Society
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sciatu · 1 year
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Il mare al mattino
è un prato di luce
un lenzuolo luminoso
immobile nell’infinito
è uno specchio abbagliante
per il grande cielo
vestito di un timido azzurro.
Il mare al mattino
immobile sogna
come un bambino
fiabe leggere
e baci di luna.
Il mare al mattino
ascolta i cuori dei marinai
vede il lento risveglio
delle case degli uomini
sente il primo canto
di assonnate cicale
segue nel cielo
i primi voli dei gabbiani
che inseguono il vento
Il mare al mattino
è la culla del caldo
di quest’assolato agosto
è un’orchestra silenziosa
che accorda gli strumenti
è il disegno delle correnti
che dal profondo risalgono
a salutare il cielo degli uomini.
Il mare al mattino
è il sorriso della natura
di quella che di giorno offendiamo
e di notte rinasce immutata
amorevole e benevola
con l’abbraccio di una madre.
The sea in the morning is a meadow of light, a luminous sheet, motionless in infinity, it is a dazzling mirror for the great sky dressed in a shy blue.
In the morning, the sea, motionless, dreams, like a child, of light fairy tales and moon kisses.
The sea in the morning, hears the hearts of sailors, sees the slow awakening of men's houses hears the first song, of sleepy cicadas follows in the sky, the first flights of seagulls, chasing the wind
The sea in the morning is the cradle of the heat of this sunny August it is a silent orchestra that tunes the instruments it is the design of the currents that rise from the depths to greet the sky of men.
The sea in the morning is the smile of nature that we offend during the day and is reborn unchanged at night, loving and benevolent
with a mother's hug.
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caramel-catss · 7 months
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never leave
on ao3
word count: 1k
link and marin dance; link dreams about marin post-link's awakening
i listened to these while writing
This time, it is a hall. A ballroom, vaguely like Hyrule Castle’s, violet curtains lining the windows, tinting the setting sunlight. It’s quiet, ethereal. Link feels this place is familiar, like Zelda will drag him here to sit in a corner as people shake his hands and thank him for what he’s done. He stands, alone, in the empty hall. He breathes in the air, stale yet whimsical. There are no windows open.
It feels vivid, but everything is vivid to him. A byproduct of the Wind Fish’s magic, the inability to tell dream from reality, the two one in the same. Link smoothes his dress shirt. He fumbles with the tag, his name written on it, until it stops scratching his neck. He reaches his hand out, in offering to dance.
She takes it.
Marin stands in front of him. Her dress reaches her ankles in the back, her knees in the front. A red gem sits on her chest, attached to the fabric instead of a chain. Her hair is tied back elegantly, braids connected by a hibiscus, laying behind her. She looks like a noble, a princess, someone Link would meet in this ballroom. Her hand lingers on his, gentle and fragile. Her eyelashes are only shorter than his own.
“Dance with me?” She asks. Her voice dings like a bell. Link nods.
Marin takes the first steps, leading Link in a gentle waltz. He can recognize the tune that begins around them, but the orchestra is nowhere to be seen. Marin’s voice takes up a hum, continuing the ballad. A cello plays a solo, sound powerful as the moon. The sirens join in with it.
She reaches up their hands, holding up her skirt as she guides Link into twirling her. Link stares into her eyes. She looks back, and giggles.
“I never learned how to dance,” she admits, continuing to effortlessly lead the two. “Somehow, it feels natural with you.”
“I have,” Link murmurs. His voice, usually barren and scarred, sounds young in a way it hasn’t been in years. “You dance beautifully.”
Marin giggles again, and lets go to wave her hand at him. “Oh, you!”
Link smiles. He takes Marin’s hands again, this time leading her as they move. With this amount of space, Link feels free to spin her about. Her laughs are chimes, songs of seagulls, the waves. It feels perfect.
Eventually, Link’s hand slides around her waist, holding up her right with his left. They’re closer now, still gazing into each other’s eyes, and Marin’s cheeks are red. Link’s sure his are, too, but he can’t bring himself to care.
They continue the waltz. Marin has the elegance of someone who has done this all her life. 
She spins away from Link, and he catches her hand. They stay. She breathes, huffing a bit, leg and arm still outwards. He breathes too, but he doesn’t feel tired. When he was younger, he wouldn’t have been able to dance this much without taking a break, but over the years he’s learned that breaks are a luxury he can’t always have.
Link pulls Marin back in, then pulls her into a dip, catching her. She looks at him, bats her eyes, and laughs again, charming as always. She reaches up a hand, pulls a stray hair out of his face. She leans into his touch.
“Who taught you how to dance?” She asks.
“My sister,” Link replies. “She didn’t want me to embarrass myself when I went to castle events.”
“Well look at how fancy and royal you are, hero-prince Link!” Marin smiles, lightly teasing him. “I don’t remember you having a sister when you came to Koholint.”
“We didn’t know, then,” Link admits. “We had suspicions, but didn’t talk about it until I arrived home.”
“After I died?” Marin’s voice is innocent, kind. Link doesn’t register his subconscious sounding the alarm, trying to tell him something.
“After you died,” he confirms. She isn’t dead now, she’s in front of him. Why does he feel pain when she talks about it?
Marin leans forward, and Link lets her stand back up. She moves the hair out of his face again.
“I miss your pink hair,” she says. “It was cute.”
Link scoffs, not unkind, and his cheeks warm with embarrassment. “I don’t miss it.”
“Oh, you’ve become such a grump!” Marin’s laughter is like a songbird.
Link rolls his eyes. “It’s been years, Marin, we’ve both changed.”
“You know I haven’t.” Marin flashes her perfect smile.
Link takes Marin back into a dance, and she sings her ballad. It’s in Hylian; Koholint never had a language of its own. They always spoke Hylian, even though they never knew what Hyrule was. He knows the lyrics by heart.
Link is suddenly taken out of the trance Marin’s voice puts him in when she cuts herself off, looking outside. Her face turns worried. She lets go of him, walks to the windows, and peeks outside. A full moon.
“The night is rising,” Marin’s tone is tinged with sadness. “Our time will be up soon.”
“What do you mean?” Link walks to Marin. He places a hand on her shoulder, tries to comfort her. She looks up at him.
“I’ll see you again, Link,” Marin says, a shaky smile forming on her lips. She looks close to tears. “I always wanted to learn how to dance. Thank you.”
Link pulls her close. “Always,” he murmurs.
“Kiss me?” The moon rises further into the sky. The whisps of the room start to break off, the curtains blown away by the suddenly open windows. It’s windy. Marin’s hair flies to Link’s right. He feels the urgency in her voice, wishes this isn’t real.
Link softly, so softly, takes Marin’s cheeks into his calloused hands. He presses his chapped lips to her perfect ones, feels the sea in her breath. Her hands rise to his face, cradling him like he is her. 
He isn’t the one to pull away. Marin’s lips suddenly become a ghost’s, and he opens his eyes, and she is gone. All that is left of the ballroom is this window and the place he is standing on. He looks out the window. An echo of her voice sounds throughout the outside nighttime, singing that haunted song. It rings in his ears like how it did when he first opened his eyes. 
White feathers fly through the air. He reaches out, and though they’re far away, he catches one. A seagull’s.
Link wakes up.
He’s alone. The room is dark. His back aches from sleeping on his old, hard mattress, the one he hasn’t thrown out yet because it was his uncle’s. 
He sits up. He pats his side, checking to make sure his knife is still there, and he checks for the one under his mattress, and the one in his bedside table. Nobody’s been here through the night, or if they were, he’s still armed.
Link moves out of his bed, wiping his eyes and trying not to scowl as hard as he usually does. That one was particularly cruel, even giving him a kiss before taking her away again. He opens the curtains, but only by a crack so he’s not blinded and nobody sees him.
Link moves back to his bed. He reaches in the drawer underneath the one holding his knife, and he grabs something. A dream journal, half its pages damaged with tears or ripping or spilled ink. He moves it to where the light shines through the house, and he picks up his quill.
Tonight, he begins, it was in a ballroom…
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carrioncoyote · 1 year
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Things from the Broadway Revival of Sweeney Todd that I can't stop thinking about:
Annaleigh as Mrs. Lovett. Her bubblyness, her unhinged horniness, her slapstick. Pretending to be a SEAGULL. Utterly stole the show for me.
Josh's performance swaying from soft and tired, to explosively angry, to ill-adjusted awkward dad. I never had a crush on him despite his voice constantly playing in my house, but count me in now.
Also: his SHAKING HANDS and staggering backwards in shock after his first kill, only to chuckle darkly like "holy shit, I really just did that. and it felt great!!" Hahhah yesss.
Pirelli flinging shaving cream around the stage and possibly into the first row of orchestra seats. I wanna sit in the splash zone if I ever get to see this again!
The Beadle's line deliveries. That is all.
The entirety of A Little Priest. Absolutely flawless: the hysterical, breathless laughter, the pun delivery, the silly dance moves. Ending on Lovett and Todd smacking the table with a cleaver and rolling pin so flour is sent flying as the lights go black. Usually the song ends with the characters standing triumphantly together, so I thought this was a VERY nice touch of violence. Like "yup, these two are bloodthirsty idiots!" Possibly my new favorite version of my favorite song.
The couple behind me who was obviously there just for the Stranger Things kid (who was a good Toby, btw) and how they were SO shocked and upset by the Twist Reveal at the end. Welcome to the comedy/tragedy stage genre friends, enjoy the pain!
The ending, GOD THE ENDING. I wanna rewind time and watch Josh and Annaleigh slowly take each others hands and fall through the trap door together again. That was a fucking DELICIOUS way to exit.
I miss the factory whistle! I understand why they didn't include it, but I always liked how jarring it is!
Anyway, I'm being Totally Normal about this production and cannot wait for the cast album. Listening to it won't be enough: I'm gonna put the disc between two slices of rye and eat it.
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cellody · 1 year
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DWC: Day IV
BOUNDARIES & DOUBT @daily-writing-challenge​ MENTIONS: @vixannya​​ (The Elements)
By the time Lance had made his leisurely way through the Earth element and soaked in every single painting hanging in the designated gallery, he’d grown so fond of this place that the looming knowledge of two other galleries being behind warnings of adult themes was forgotten entirely. Hells, he stood before each piece sometimes for minutes on end so didn’t even make it to the Water corner until a good hour later; if he kept this elderly pace up, he’d be tired before naked dancers could even be reconsidered. But he couldn’t remember the last time he got to enjoy others’ work like this. Of course, the artwork was so favored he lingered in that area to the point that wandering security once quirked a brow at him, but even the path to the ‘underground’ club, options for food and drink, and overall space outside the gallery captivated his heart. He had never heard of Vixannya before this evening but wished, now, to know all about her and her sources of inspiration.
Away from his bias towards flora and the thrumming beat of nature-attuned music came the transformation of ivy to seaweed, grass to sand, and wildflowers to seashells. Green became blue. The songs of robins turned to calls of seagulls. Here, too, would be his first look at performers (seeing as how the Earth’s club had been altogether skipped).
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Despite all of the captivation this ambiance had over him, though... nothing—nothing—would ever be able to distract him from the existence of an orchestra.
They occupied the boundaries near the underwater dancers so seating was naturally set up all around to watch and listen. Lance took the nearest to the concertmaster first violinist in a trance. For a short while, he did take in the dancers’ fluidity in their unique setting and even more imaginative costumes rippling to the notes played, but not even that could keep his eyes from rapidly glancing at each and every player amongst the musical group. He never would have doubted coming if he knew this little corner alone was present.
Art was a hobby. Music was his existence.
For another hour, he admired. Some of the pieces had already been repeated since most did not linger for that long but Lance never seemed to get his fill of it. No wonder he’d been invited. If only some of the string players knew that the man that made some of the instruments they were using that very night sat yards away... and, yes, he recognized their makes. Of course he would. They were the only things that helped him surface from so pleasantly drowning in this element per the way they made his cheeks warm and posture fidget.
Once a couple musicians began to meet his gaze and offer him crooked little smiles, Lance knew he’d been caught out as a fanatic loner that they were likely offering thankful sympathies to. Surely, they assumed a nonexistent date never showed up to collect him, or... something.
Doubting his own hyperfixation and fearing that some in the orchestra hadn’t been prepared to be fawned over for that long, finally, Lance rose from his seat, smoothed his clothing out, and snuck towards the designated gallery, fingers all the while continuing to tap to each measure’s time or gliding up and down at his side in mimicry of what the cellists in particular were playing in the background.
Vixannya... you won another over.
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maryse127 · 6 months
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My dad during our visit to the Vatican: stereotypical tourist behaviour, Many Pictures, even some in places you weren't allowed to take them, wears his running shoes for most comfort while walking
Me in the Vatican: only takes pictures of a tapestry depicting the Ides of March and of a seagull we encountered on the roof of St. Peter's Cathedral, buys a ticket to the Final Fantasy VII Rebirth Orchestra World Tour while waiting in line for the cathedral, climbs the dome of the cathedral in high heeled boots because "they were the most comfortable shoes I had lying around" when we left home
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batrachois · 2 years
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𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟘
what is a Pulcinella Secret? It's a secret everyone knows. You see, Gatto told Volpe, who told Stella but Stella could never hold her tongue in front of her sister, and her sister told Moretta and she confessed it to la Peste, and of course Corvo and Gabbiano know too, they are thicker than thieves, so La Peste made Usignolo swore she'd tell nobody so she only told her orchestra 'cause they don't really talk with anyone, but one of them told little Topo who hangs out with Cinghialotto and Orso so now they know, so then Lepre overheard them talking in the garden and told Tartaruga, who told Capro, who told Lupo, who could never keep a secret from Luna, who of course told Sole, who let Coniglio know, who told Riccio just to brag, and Riccio told Cervo who kept thinking about it for hours and we all know he mumbles while he's deep in thought and that's how Pavone found out, so she told Aquila, who then made Arlecchino swear never to say that Pulcinella was seen digging something up behind the mimose. but you didn't hear it from me.
part 1 (to be linked here soon) in the image: a sticker sheet dedicated to La Peste, a character from the story, it'll be available for preorder soon.
image description: a collection of small illustrations in this order from left to right, top to bottom. a black plague doctor venetian mask, a small bottle with a dead rat swimming in green fluid inside, a seagull, a rococo shoe, a white glove with a turquioise button and the fingers stained with blood, a cameo of an eye, a rococo lamp with intricate golden and green designs and a lit candle inside, an angry and puffed up crow with an egg in its beak. end of description
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