#where do we go now?

[carlytayjepsen]

some songs/lyrics as monopoly cards 🎲

[schreavedits]

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[quelanalalesbiana]

Nadine Labaki as Amal in وهلّأ لوين؟ (Where Do We Go Now?), 2011

(screenshots taken from DVD by me, poorly)

[wineonmytshirt]

GRACIES NEW SONG😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[creatinghelen]

the bridge of where do we go now? is just. perfection

[delicatefalice]

WE COULD MEET DOWN THE LINE AFTER ALL THE TIME, AND GIVE AN ACTUAL TRY I CANT PROMISES YOULL LIKE IT I KNOW CHANGED OVERNIGHT SO I CANT BLAME YOU FOR FIGHTING AND ID BE LOSING MY MIND IF YOU LIVED IN YOUR WRITING CAUSE NOW IM HALF OF MYSELF HERE WITHOUT YOU YOURE THE BEST THING IN MY LIFE AND I LOST YOU AND WE HAD NO CONTROL WHEN IT FELL THROUGH IT WAS ONE SIDED HATE HOW MUCH I HURT YOU IF I COULD ID HAVE CHANGED EVERY FELLING RESERVATIONS WERE UP TO THE CELLING GUESS THE SPACE WAS THE THING THAT I NEEDED I MISS YOU

[screenshothaven]

Where Do We Go Now? (2011)

[placeinthisworld]

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[lightburnedout]

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[dreamluminosity]

Gracie Abrams at O2 Shepherd’s Bush Empire 3.10.23, photography by me and clips here

[egophiliac]

starting off with an amuse-bouche of some of my initial favorite bits! y'all, this update was WILD.

[wineonmytshirt]

What did you like most about where do you go now? And what did you think of the lyrics??

oh my GOD. well i LOVE the instrumental opening idk why i wasn't expecting that at all but it's boppy in the beginning and i adore that.. her voice sounds gorgeous and smooth and intimate.. MENTAL FIRE ALARM?????? that phrase killed me. WHEN I KISSED YOU BACK I LIED????? jkdlsjkdgskjdgs also her voice back to that it's so breathy and pretty... then the chorus starts and yes it may be repetitive but that's like the point because she can't stop asking it. she doesn't know where to go. did i mention i love the spotify canvas? there's nothing left here????? bye. bye bye. WHAT A BRUTAL WAY TO DIE! BUT YOU CHOOSE IT EVERY... TIME... and then death by chorus again. she sounds so desperate and confused and scared. i can't even talk about the bridge i really can't. i'm half of myself here without you? 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 then she admits she needed space but also misses this person and i get that so hard i feel it in my bones oh my god where do we GO NOW???

long story short i love this song😊😊😊

[inkskinned]

crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.

i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.

in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.

i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.

i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.

plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.

the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.

we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.

i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.

a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.

today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.

loved beyond thinking.

[voiider]

I need codependent Danny/Jason as a little treat (for me) and I love the idea of them having some sort of instant connection the moment they meet (bc ghost stuff idk)

Danny who's been dropped in Gotham with no way home (alt universe??) and he's been here for 36 hours and having a Very bad time senses a liminal being and immediately latches onto them heedless of the fact that his new best friend is shooting at some seedy guys in an alley and goes off about how stressed he is and how he can't make it back to the ghost zone and what a bad day he's been having (and it's important to note Danny is a littol ghost boy literally hanging off of Jason's neck as he floats aimlessly) and Jason is like "who are you??" And Danny is like "oh sorry I'm Danny lol" and then just continues lamenting his woes

And honestly ? This might as well happen. Nothing about this Danny guy(is he human?) gives Jason a bad vibe and tbh he's never felt more calm and level headed before so he just keeps up his usual Red Hood patrol and doesn't even think about it when he heads back to a safehouse and feeds Danny dinner (breakfast) before crashing for half the day

The only thing I actually need is Jason meeting up with the bats for some sort of Intel meeting and they're like "uhhh who's that" and Jason is like "that's Danny." And does not elaborate (very ".... What do you have there?" "A smoothie" vibes)

And it takes them a while to realize that these two have known each other for less than 12 hours and are literally attached at the hip

[bodega-catto]