plaguedocboi · 2 months ago
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Does anyone else remember this animated short film (like really short, max like 10 minutes) that came out a few years ago that was about frogs but it wasn’t really about frogs? Like it focused on these frogs (and other animals) that had taken over this big opulent mansion that had been left to the elements and it was just about them living their lives but there were environmental clues that something bad had happened to the people that lived there, like there were broken windows and the house was in disarray, but that was very much just a slightly unsettling backdrop to a cute video about animated frogs. Until the very last scene when a dead body floats to the surface of the pool and you piece together what the story was really about (I think it was implied some wealthy drug lord was murdered in a shootout but it’s been years so idk). I don’t remember what the story was called and I have no idea how to even begin searching for such a weird fucking video. But I think about it from time to time and wonder if it was real or if I just dreamed it.
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Tracklist:
Black Box
Odin
Cold Case
Loki
Person of Interest
Thor
Conspiracy to Commit Treason
Sigyn
White Noise
Losing Track
Expert Testimony
Red Signal
Ragnarok I: Runaway
Ragnarok II: The Calling
Ragnarok III: Strange Meeting
Ragnarok IV: Jormungandr
Ragnarok V: End of the Line
Terminus
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d8tl55c · 26 days ago
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early in the morning after dead'nt, orange has a question.
usually he'd still be asleep long past now, but he wanted to ask about... TDL.
without the others interrupting.
so, he goes to chosen's door.
immediately this plan starts to slip off the rails.
no one knows where dark is.
...........because the others may or may not have spent the entirety of last night searching for him in every nook and cranny except there and they said they'd tell him if they found him and no one woke him up yet so
that means, the only logical conclusion is: he's in chosen's room.
so how is orange gonna ask chosen his question????
well, usually, chosen lets him just walk in.
s0!
here goes nothin
he opens the utterly silent door.
green made it special for cho, because they didn't want anyone to ever hear it being opened.
as a special bonus, yellow was able to code the door in such a way that it would never need any maintenance related to sound: its hinges and latches would stay pristinely quiet, forever.
so chosen doesn't wake up when orange sneaks inside.
they wake up when orange takes one step in, spots bright red, and fails to stifle a gasp.
"oh shit!!" orange whispers.
chosen's eyes peek over the covers.
"I'm sorry! i didn't know- uh, i would've- if um- i can come back later-"
they stare at him. "what's wrong." chosen prefers clear and concise, especially early in the morning.
"you-" orange carefully picks his next words. "and him-"
they're in the same bed.
"yep." chosen nods.
orange stands there.
then he shrugs.
"um, sorry. on our shows, this is always a big point of conflict. we don't know why. so i just didn't want to- you know. assume otherwise."
"oh. thanks...?" chosen blinks sleepily. "yeah, it's okay."
"okay!"
"you wanted something?"
"yeah, so-"
orange cuts off again midsentence.
TDL is beginning to stir.
dark emits the highest little squeak-whine that orange has ever heard (even compared to red's baby rabbits), and raises a hand to tug chosen back down to the pillow.
chosen turns their entire face to him, trilling.
they both perform a little brushy-brushy head bonk thing.
then chosen maneuvers their body (under the covers) so it, presumably, mingles more tightly with dark's.
this is satisfactory - for now. dark grumbles about it and stuffs his head under chosen's chin.
orange stands pixel-perfectly still by the door.
"you were saying?" chosen finally turns back to him.
"uh," orange stalls.
dark's eyes open.
he awakens with terrifying speed, untangling from chosen, hoisting up from the covers, and raising a warning fireball within milliseconds.
the room shifts into blazing color and stark shadows.
he shrieks,
"GET OUT!!!"
it seems dark does not, "okay" this situation.
orange drops, scrambles, and miraculously operates the door with enough precision to tumble out the other side unscathed.
silently, the door shuts itself behind him.
...
the fireball is put away.
...
"cho, why do you allow The Beast into your room?"
chosen snorts. "it was him who rebuilt you."
dark snarls. "are you SURE it wasn't some trick? you watched the whole time? i don't trust it."
"i trust him."
"why? how?? you do understand why i have reservations about it???"
"yes," chosen nods. "But I trust him."
They press their very cold head into dark's very warm head, and both of them sigh in relief.
"He brought me you."
dark huffs. "mm."
...
"and other things," chosen concedes. "you... weren't there."
"tell me."
...
outside, orange is still collapsed, upside down, against the wall, across from chosen's door, where he crashed earlier in his escape.
red has just found him while coming upstairs to check out the commotion.
"orange!? u okay?"
"yeap," orange strains. "all good."
"what happened?"
orange's hand flops on the floor towards chosen's door. "you were right. dark's in there."
red takes a second to digest this.
then his hands fly up to his mouth.
"what're they doing in there?????? did you see???"
"yes. i dunno."
"were they ? ? ?
fucking ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?"
orange squints at him.
through the door, two voices loudly interrupt,
"NO!"
the angrier voice adds,
"AND FUCK OFF!"
red squeaks and hurries back down the stairs.
orange sighs deeply.
this has been a terrible learning experience for all.
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zef-zef · 1 year ago
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First 3 tracks of he upcoming album by Matana Roberts
Matana Roberts - Coin Coin Chapter Five: In The Garden​.​.​. (Constellation, 2023)
releases September 29, 2023
Matana Roberts (composer / horns / harmonicas / aux percussion / vocal / wordspeak) Mike Pride (drums / aux percussion / vocal) Matt Lavelle (alto clarinet / pocket trumpet / tin whistle / vocal) Stuart Bogie (bass clarinet / clarinet / tin whistle / vocal) Cory Smythe (piano / vocal / tin whistle) Mazz Swift (violin / vocal/ tin whistle) Darius Jones (alto sax / tin whistle / vocal) Ryan Sawyer (drums / aux percussion / vocal) Gitanjali Jain (text collage) Kyp Malone (synths) Jaimie Branch (Courage 1983-2022)
storytelling
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estrangedinevergreen · 4 months ago
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"with my bare hands bloodied, she still blooms." this poem is my original work, the template was made on canva!
feedback and constructive criticism appreciated but not required! maybe support my passion with a like and follow? :)
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labelleizzy · 8 months ago
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I'd like to request the last shame filled splinter of memory for WIP Wednesday please
Turns out this was a poem I wrote and spoke at the Burning Man open mic six years ago, and it's as finished as it's going to get. Thanks so much for asking, @auburnlaughter
LOCATION: in my head
MUSIC: unstoppable force by the doubleclicks
 the last shame filled splinter of memory (3:00)
they say you are only as sick as your secrets
that shame is the feeling that THOSE secrets of yours, are too sick to tell.
well
today i told the last secret
i told the one single story i have never told anyone
my therapist knows i am a writer - a storyteller.
(something that Elizabeth Bear says, about being a writer,
"I tell lies to strangers for money")
but my stories have always been grains of truth with a glamour cast upon them 
I went in to therapy today meaning to talk about that last splinter of shame.
nervously, i laughed about it when i arrived
and i told her, when my laughing was done, that I didn't know where to start.
She told me: Think of this story as a book with several chapters. Each chapter can have a title, if you want it to, and you can tell me in the third person.
So I told her a five chapter story, about "the girl who" had lived this story.
it helped. it helped a lot, being able to distance myself and also to put the event in the *context* of my life.
It wasn't just one moment that was the splinter of me doing something I have been ashamed of. It was the forest in which the wood grew, from which I received the splinters.
It was considering the process in which I have spent twenty years and more with therapy, reflection, writing, and ritual, all about removing a variety of splinters, and the other injuries and accidents I've acquired along the way.
(i got to share something beautiful that i believe, too... when i was a child with no friends, i would cry in the light of the moon, on the front porch. there was nobody else i could cry on. but the light of the moon would comfort me, fill me in quiet ways. the moon was my friend, so much bigger than me, and eternal, i knew it could take my little human grief and pain and hold them for me until i could hold them myself.
now as an adult i still sit under the moon's light, and i throw all my love and gratitude and thanks at the moon, thinking of my childself, that somehow, through a loop in time and memory, that I had my own support, from down the line, that surviving and thriving later in my life was something i could imagine even when my life was shitty. thank gods large and little for my vivid imagination.)
I am a story in progress. I struggle.
i can now see, at 48, how that story-splinter made me Do Better in some ways, and kept me away from connecting with people in others. 
I am so glad /i am going tonight,/ to the class i have which is the closest thing i have to church now.
oh my heart. my heart needs my community and the movement by which i let out the unspeakable.
...i left it in the room. i took the splinter out and i left it, and she can compost it. because that's what a good confession will do. that's what a good confessor or therapist will help you do.
i have context. and i have a clean place that has been dirty my whole life and i have sadness about that shame and feeling dirty, but maybe now i can finally let it GO.
Read time: 3:00
x-posted from Dreamwidth. You can leave comments here or there. =)
TAGS: aging gracefully (not!), childhood, dancing, learning, life is good, pain, shame, storytelling, therapy is also good, writing is better than therapy
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uogbuji · 11 months ago
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Up next on the poet (and DJ) front: I'll be a third of the Dark Night Solstice Show crew—a couple of nights (Dec 15 & 16) concocting chaos in Paonia, Colorado.
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fayrobertsuk · 1 year ago
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Kith and Kin
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So Fen Speak is Ten tonight, and I was asked to record a piece for the event. Glad I didn't rely on the notion that I would be there in person as I am very full of snot and tiredness and my throat hurts. Here's the specially written piece (Kith) that played tonight on the big screen - happy birthday, my beauties.
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ask-the-royal-absol · 2 years ago
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Honestly, Destino could fit any of these three descriptions- wings of an angel(doesn't Absol's mega evo include white feathered wings?), struggles to overcome(because we all know that's coming), and enveloped in white- look at their fur!
(Yep! They very could fit all three of those. It’ll definitely be more clear in the future, especially when the Pokémon remembering it only roughly knows the wording. One of these is correct though.)
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sosa-royals · 2 years ago
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b4bauthor · 2 years ago
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Artist and musician Herm Freeman and I performing "The Spectator". Circa 2015.
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❗RED PRE-ORDERS NOW AVAILABLE❗
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thtstonedpoet · 10 months ago
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Poetry Reading
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deviiancetv · 1 year ago
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Every year I’ve learned a new skill in my artistic journey:
• 2019 - 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
• 2020 - 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 & 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠
• 2021 - 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
• 2022 - 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 / 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
• 2023 - 𝐃𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐫𝐭
Let’s see what new skills I’ll learn in 2024…
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cinader · 1 year ago
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Ron Rash Radio, Today.
Tony Robles speaks with the award winning and popular southern author, Ron Rash, about almost everything except his new book, The Caretaker. Ron also reads some of his poetry. I speak with Vinnie Vineyard the director, producer and star of WJHC AM. We’ll
A southern thing with Ron Rash and Vinnie Vineyard 3-5 PST: WPVMfm.org or 103.7 fm in Asheville, NC Tony Robles speaks with the award winning and popular southern author, Ron Rash, about almost everything except his new book, The Caretaker. Ron also reads some of his poetry. I speak with Vinnie Vineyard the director, producer and star of WJHC AM. We’ll also hear a supernatural Cherokee legend,…
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thestrangestpetonearth · 1 year ago
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A cool review of ST4 from Raised By Cassettes based out of Meriden, Connecticut. Thanks.
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