#tremulation

[beatsforbrothels]

The Mars Volta - Concertina

[tumatawa]

Watches Evangelion > Something happens to me

[wri0thesley]

thinking about dottore’s sharp sharp teeth, biting into the soft flesh of your shoulder, your neck, your thigh - and how he uses a kamera to take photographs of your skin beading blood, kissing and licking and soothing the wounds afterwards, murmuring that he’s just taking notes on how well you heal. more photographs as they bruise, as they fade - delighting in the soft whimpers of pain you make when his surgical gloved fingers press down on tender healing skin. just a test subject, he tells himself, flicking through the photographs and replaying your pained moans in his head. with his still gloved hands wrapped around his cock and the taste of your blood still lingering on his tongue and the sharp points of his teeth: just his very favourite test subject.

[rrrauschen]

Javiera Cisterna Cortés, {2021} Agua del Arroyo que Tiembla (Water from The Tremulous Stream)

[dig-with-it]

The Grave

[translated from the Old English]

There was a house built before you were born. Before you came from your mother, your dust was here. But it wasn’t active, its deepness not known, not yet locked in what length it would lay for you.

Now you are brought there where you shall be. Now you are measured and the dirt after that.

No, your house is not made high with boards, it is un-high, low when you lie in there. The cover-walls are low, the side-walls un-high, the roof is built full near your breast.

So you shall dwell in full-cold soil, dim and dark. That den fouls around your hands, that house is doorless and dark within. There you are kept fast, and death has the key. That earth-heave is burdensome, and bitter to abide in.

There you shall dwell and worms will dismember you. There you are laid, and loathsome to your loved ones No one, never will a friend come near to see how you are, to look and see how you like that house, that will ever undo that door after you and make light [ ]

For soon you are burdensome and loathsome to see, (for soon your head is bereft of hair, all the fairness of your hair is scattered, and never, no one will stroke it softly with their fingers.)

— translated by Miller Oberman

[mapsofnonexistentplacesremade]

made some stamps for some tmv albums a while ago figured id post them here 👍

[brandycranby]

I FORGOT MY EARBUDS AND CHARGER ;A;

[burinazar]

it would be incredibly unwise for me to try to go to comiket next sunday (by which point i will be in japan) because it's the weekend after i move in and i will most likely be extremely busy trying to make 'have functional apartment with hot water and potentially even A Stove or Refrigerator' and 'eat at least one food of some kind' and 'not implode entire paperwork situation in some capacity* when i sign up with utilities/banks' all happen instead, but graahh i'm so cheesed that stuff like that is even gonna be an option (especially for smaller/'only' events centered on specific fandoms etc) i dig doujin culture SO much and i have THOUGHTS about what the western fanwork scene could and should take away from it. my admiration for it just won't end... (...sorry, joak comprehensible to the like 2.5 other people in anglosphere fandom aware that the MiA circle event is named 'this admiration/longing won't end' which is both a major theme of the show and line in its opening and a fitting and touching description of what being active in and passionate about fanwork feels like)

[ash-alder]

Hey ash, remember that migraines are an Entire Neurological Event, & that you've had one for two and a half weeks.

While it sucks, it is entirely normal for you emotional regulation & mood to be all fucked up. I'm sorry, but we just have to ride it out.

Here, feed, have a story that always makes me sad.

[rastronomicals]

April 2:

On this date in 1987, Voivod released their third studio album, Killing Technology.

On this date in 2002, post-hardcore/progressive rock band The Mars Volta released their debut EP, Tremulant.

On the 2nd of April, 2011, Der Blutharsch And The Infinite Church of The Leading Hand and Aluk Tolodo disseminated A Collaboration , their yes-indeed-it-is-a-collaborative-album.

And,

On the 2nd of April, 2013, flannel revivalists Milk Music let loose unto a world that may or may not have been ready for it Cruise Your Illusion, their debut album.

The question as to why a band who most often quotes Neil Young or Dinosaur Jr. would reference a Guns 'n' Roses album with the title of their debut remains to this day unanswered

[amaranthsynthesis]

opens twitter

sees someone dredging up toxic fenanders discourse

closes twitter

[vishapsking]

@melodicbreeze wants to be punted out of Liyue: "Oho, are you calling yourself an old man that has problems with that sort of thing~?"

Their demeanor shifts. "Are you volunteering to test the might of our bedrock?" Are they joking or are they serious? Teyvat may never know.

[jay-catsby]

if im not back in perfect health by tomorrow im going to lose my absolute shit.

[thebashfulbotanist]

Here’s a nice patch of Phlebia tremellosa, commonly called jelly rot, bacon rind mushroom (Spekzwoerdzwam), or tremulous Phlebia. It used to be placed in the genus Merulius, but was moved about 40 years ago. If you use an older key like Mushrooms Demystified, it will still be placed under Merulius. Strangely, it seems common for folks newer to identifying fungi to mistake this fungus for Trametes versicolor. I think this is probably a case of wishful thinking, because some folks like to use Trametes versicolor in teas. Phlebias aren’t used for anything; they are completely inedible and have the texture of wet, gummy rubber.    

[kylejsugarman]

obsessed with how often jesse’s hands shake on the show because i use it as concrete proof that he is epileptic and has tremors like me and anyone who tries to refute that is going to mysteriously disappear ❤️

[whats-in-a-sentence]

For some reason or other, the house was crowded that night, and the fat Jew manager who met them at the door was beaming from ear to ear with an oily, tremulous smile.

"The Picture of Dorian Gray" - Oscar Wilde