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Poll for writers and artists

Whether you write fanfic or original works or paint/draw, be it fan art or original work or whatever else - I have to know, because I have a feeling this is going to be very decisive:

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hey hey hey

Assigning you a song that makes white people go nuts (from experience)

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unexpected transmission

the choirboys sing in dead languages, but, like the blackbird in the maple, I understand exactly what they mean.

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Andrew

Get thin on smoke and coffee Get fat on pie and biscuits God bless this perfect shitstorm I hope that it takes me with it- Cigarette Ahegao, Penelope Scott

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Part 1 of paulverse moodboards

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Once again seething with rage

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Today was a day I'd call 'full to the brim'. But I got to do some stuff I wanted to do; some light soldering, some guitar repair (the pickups aren't out of phase any more!), some lyrics.

Also, I cooked (and will clean up too), which was nice.

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Chen Chen

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some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

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I bought some replacement parts for my bass amp, since I've already got the soldering iron out.

I got some nice and dry maple wood from a friend and I cut a template for my favourite bass shape (well, the favourite shape I don't own yet).

I have a new bass line that starts digging into my brain.

I finished a song for my friend a few weeks ago, and I will write more once I can access words(tm) again.

I keep my hands busy lest my head blows straight the fuck off my neck.

So, I can fantasise about music stuff any time I like and it just sort of keeps me from doing what I have to do, but I can rarely realise any of those fantasies because that takes time solely dedicated to music. That's the thing.

Adding new dreams/fantasies won't help, sadly, since the time I have to fulfil them remains extra scarce.

Just to boast about my voluminous dreams regarding music, here's a list of the important bits:

Repairing the bass amp I tried to improve (and then broke, hahaha) -- building my dream bass guitar -- building my dream baritone guitar -- finishing my EP of folk songs and releasing it -- remixing my EP to turn the folk songs into electronic music -- starting a band with my songwriting partner -- writing a bunch of instrumental songs -- record my new songs -- play live shows -- ...

I can still dream though.

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This is part of my ongoing Discworld jacket embroidery project. Of course Great A'Tuin has to be on there. And of course it has to be the biggest one of them all.

I'm going to put the finished product in my masterpost, but I'm so proud of the thing that I have to put it in an extra post beforehand. Enjoy!

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On April 8 we celebrate the death of Margaret Thatcher, and remember all the lives she destroyed.

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Lyrics:

Gamma

We went down to the precinct, we were long to say we were on fire, we missed the flames Going down to the harbour, throw it all away we were together, we were led astray. And that's all we care yet we distrust our care and I'm there for you, there for you. No - we won't just take this all back and we know we won't take this all back No we won't just take this all back! We went back to the precinct where we used to say we missed the fire, we missed the flames going down to the harbour, threw it all away ripped bare in pieces we were led astray. And it's all we can yet we distrust our care and I'm there for you - I care for you.

No - well we won't just take this all back and we won't just take it 'til we all can't leave, yeah and we know we won't just take this all Leave it there!

So that's the lyrics to our song. I should ask my friends if they mind me sharing it because I think it's fucking spectacular (yes, I am biased, I guess). The lyrics are a bit disjointed, aren't they? There are three parts (maybe verse, bridge, chorus? our structures are rather prog rock in that song, as in most songs we did). The 'precinct part' is rather melodic and wistful in tone. 'Precinct' stood for 'pedestrian precinct' in my thinking back then, but mostly I liked the sound of the word too - we oculn't have gone back to the square or whatever. To sort of make it make sense as an expression in English, I could pretend that "The Precinct" is supposed to be a fancy club or whatever. I'd like to contextualise it as 'a borough' or 'a municipal area', if that's admissible from a native speaker's interpretation.

'we were long to say' - that's just weird, isn't it. I might have meant 'we've been saying this for a long time'. Today, I might make sense of 'we would long to say' - the desire for destruction (fire, flames) may not be admitted but is a tangible longing.

The rest of that part is just an admission of defeat. Whatever we had, we fucked it up.

The second part (a bridge I guess, or the anthemic chorus) is about expressing love for the people close to us who can't allow such expressions. The grammar is a bit weird too. It would have to be 'that's all we care for'. Well, broken English makes German songs charming, I'm sure. At least, I sang it without an accent.

The 'No' part is the shouted/screamed chorus. It's a refusal to back down from one's complicated emotional state.

If anybody wants to comment on my old ass writing, I'm all ears.

My old band, which only disbanded because I moved away (well, eventually everyone in our three-piece moved away, so) and would have definitely become even more of a pinnacle of my artistic capacities (ha), had a great seong, which we managed to record shortly before calling it quits. It's one of my favourite pieces of music.

Since we were very much driven by the musical part of our songs, lyrics were a bit of an afterthought to me, at least for the songs I sang. I often improvised them at least in part, just to get a feel for how the words would work with the music. When we recorded our swansong, I had to settle on lyrics, and looking back (hey, we recorded it in 2009!), I mostly got it right even though my English was worse back then (non-native speaker here). Some stuff is in the 'artistic choice' area of 'why the fuck would you phrase it that way?', but I think it works really well as a song.

All this to say, I think I might transcribe those lyrics from our recording and talk about what I meant then vs. what I now think I should mean with those words. I might add on to this post. It would be fun, if only for me.

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My old band, which only disbanded because I moved away (well, eventually everyone in our three-piece moved away, so) and would have definitely become even more of a pinnacle of my artistic capacities (ha), had a great seong, which we managed to record shortly before calling it quits. It's one of my favourite pieces of music.

Since we were very much driven by the musical part of our songs, lyrics were a bit of an afterthought to me, at least for the songs I sang. I often improvised them at least in part, just to get a feel for how the words would work with the music. When we recorded our swansong, I had to settle on lyrics, and looking back (hey, we recorded it in 2009!), I mostly got it right even though my English was worse back then (non-native speaker here). Some stuff is in the 'artistic choice' area of 'why the fuck would you phrase it that way?', but I think it works really well as a song.

All this to say, I think I might transcribe those lyrics from our recording and talk about what I meant then vs. what I now think I should mean with those words. I might add on to this post. It would be fun, if only for me.

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inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.

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REBLOG THIS TO GIVE THE PERSON YOU REBLOGGED THIS FROM A GOLD STAR BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN STELLAR TODAY AND THEY DESERVE IT ⭐️

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I can’t state enough how beneficial it was to work at the sex shop as my first retail job. We were encouraged to practice shutting down inappropriate behavior and it became a well practiced skill set. I had a flat stare, icy tones of disapproval, and a demeanor of untouchable scorn to back it all up. I could get the most hardened of perverts to back off or leave in a matter of sentences if they harassed staff or other customers.

When I moved on to selling mattresses I came prepared to handle pretty much any situation with the unruffled calm of someone who has asked Santa to stop touching himself and leave. To my vast surprise it was a skill I needed on the regular at the mattress store. For whatever reason men thought it was the height of entertainment to sexually harass me because I was young and cheerful.

They would always quickly learn they’d picked the wrong target.

One day a man strolled in, sizing me up as he came. He saw a young, tiny, afab person alone in the store and came to a stop way too close. He used his height to leer down at me and said, “I’m looking for a new headboard. Which ones are the best for sex?”

It was so stupid. He looked down at me with half lidded eyes and the grin of a man who owns an unmarked white van. He probably expected me to laugh uncomfortably or act flustered. He wanted to feel tall and powerful or maybe even sexy.

He was not expecting what he got. My face stretched into what could technically be described as a smile but was more accurately a threat display. The temperature in the room plummeted as I dropped all warmth in my demeanor. He took a half step back, suddenly aware that he was alone in a room with me.

“Well, sir, that depends on what kind of sex you’re having. If you are looking for a headboard that is grippeable, I suggest this model. The metal is rounded and wouldn’t hurt a hand gripping it tightly. However if you want something that you can secure with restraints, I recommend this wooden one as the slats are wide and quite sturdy.”

He looked liked I’d hit him over the head with a board and stared down at me blankly, taken aback by the authoritative way that I discussed the merits of his lackluster sex life. I met his eyes, a veiled threat in mine, and said, “Which one will you be purchasing?”

He tucked his tail between his legs and bought the metal one. I pulled up a thin layer of friendliness as I rang him up but he had the chastened air of a man who just ran straight into an iron pole.

Another time a man crawled up onto a tempurpedic and thrusted into an invisible partner. He gave a cocky look over his shoulder, sure that he was going to discomfit me as he asked, “How are these babies for fucking?”

I gave him a deadpan look and and said, “That depends on if you’re someone who has to rely on the bounce of springs for your thrusts. Memory foam beds are nicer on knees and joints for positions like doggy style but they absorb a lot of kinetic energy.”

He visibly deflated and got down off the bed with a vaguely ashamed air.

He bought a spring mattress.