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Dogstar【Breach】和訳キアヌ・リーブスのバンドDogstarについて Keanu Reeves' Mind

Dogstar【Breach】和訳キアヌ・リーブスのバンドDogstarについて Keanu Reeves'Mind Lyraのへ #KeanuReeves #dogstar #breach SomewhereBetween thePowerLinesandPalmTrees #bleach #nirvana #BretDomrose #

胸騒ぐカルチャーを思い出せてくれる音で、Dogstarを聴いてると涙腺緩んでしまう。最近ファッションでグランジ〇〇とか、〇〇グランジとか持て囃されている。取り上げられたり、再燃するのは嬉しいが、あの時代の文化やサウンドを愛している人間の1人としては、あれは違和感がありすぎてね… ヴァージョンUPするような効果を与えていたり、新しいものを掛け合わせて進化してるならば良いのだが、あれではGrungeの良さを消してしまっている。だからモヤモヤ。まあ、好みの問題なだけなので気にしないでいただきたい。ただ単に偽物臭がして受け付けないだけだ。このDogstarは、リアル・グランジ。偽物ではない。あの時代のど真ん中を通って来た人達であり、当時も活動していたのだから偽物な訳ないのだ。でもね、はっきり言ってバカ売れはしていないバンド。LyraはDogstarのCDを全部持っているが、もう見るから…

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #406

“turned on all the lights, the tv, and the radio / still, i can’t escape the ghost of you”

Have you ever had an ulcer? No. Do you have any rare medical conditions? I believe AvPD is considered to be a rare mental disorder. Do you have to carry an epi pen? No. What color is your mailbox? I think it's black. I don't pay attention. Would you ever want a job working with animals? I'd love to. The thing is, without a degree in something, my duties working with animals would almost certainly involve cleaning up after them, which I am WAY too squeamish with fecal matter and vomit to do. It's extremely embarrassing, but I've never even been able to clean up after my own pets if they ever had an accident or got sick. I obviously couldn't do it with random animals. Did you have a good high school experience? It's... so odd, retrospecting on high school. In some ways, it was the best time of my life because of my memories with my friends and especially Jason, but at the time, I absolutely loathed it and was horribly depressed. But at least I saw a future for myself. I took better care of myself, all that stuff... That Brittany would be fucking mortified to get a glimpse at who she becomes. Have you ever watched any Monty Python movies? Which one is your favourite? I know I've seen some of at least one. Would you ever get a "below the belt" piercing? Nah. If a couple is married, do you think there should be any legal punishment if one person cheats? No...? Like don't get me wrong at all, I am firmly against cheating under any circumstance, but for there to be legal retribution seems extreme. What is the greatest source of anxiety for you? My future. Are there any hallucinogenic drugs you’d like to try? Nah man. What made you choose your current job? I'm unemployed. Do you feel uncomfortable on the dance floor? Or are you confident with you dancing abilities? Oh hunny, you won't see me on the dance floor. Unless MAYBE if the Cha-Cha Slide comes on, or the Cupid Shuffle. That's as skilled as I get, haha. Is it exciting to you to imagine having an affair with a teacher? ... No??????????? It's fucking creepy. Adultery isn't exciting. Do you like your smile? No. I absolutely look high when I smile. What is something silly that you believed to be true when you were a child? That I could invoke the traits of any animal, which I just referred to as my "animal powers." Like for example, if I "called upon" a kangaroo, I could jump higher. I was a weird fucking kid. Have you ever been in a relationship with someone you completely connected with on a mental/emotional level, but did not find physically attractive in any way? Was physical intimacy a problem? How did it work out? I was never really physically attracted to Girt, but it was never a big deal to me. I cared way more about his personality and how much he cared about me. We were never really "intimate," per se, we just would give each other a simple peck. It didn't work out, but not at all because of physical things. He was just too much of a brother to me. What classic or cult movie have you never seen and have no desire to? Hm. I know there's some, but I'm blanking. Does The Human Centipede count here? Like everyone knows about it, so I would assume it does. I have ZERO desire to see a second of that repulsive movie. Have you ever taken a real liking to a band/singer you never ever....ever thought you'd enjoy? Maybe Melanie Martinez? Her voice is so cutesy, as are some of her songs, but I really enjoy how dark her lyrics can be. People who know me would probably be shocked to hear I thoroughly like her. After seeing the movie Avatar did you suddenly view our Earth as ugly and/or boring? If you have not seen the movie, do you think it’s worth your time? I've seen a little bit of it, but I never finished it because I was very tired and chose to go to sleep. I actually do want to see the full thing, though; it looks very good. How helpful are your parents to you? Would they help you to pay for your first apartment? College? Where does the line end? My parents are truly incredible with helping me the best they are capable of. They helped me pay for school, among other things, but I doubt they'd help with my first home, whenever that is. I wouldn't really want them to, either, because that's my responsibility for sure. Do you like playing video games? If so, what do you usually play? I love video games, and horror is absolutely my favorite genre. I also love fantasy games though with deep stories. I've never been the best at playing super long games, like Final Fantasy games, even if I'm seriously invested in the story, though. I burn out. Have you ever sewn a garment? No. Are there any plants in the room you’re in? No. I don't bother with plants. What’s your highest level of education? Some college. What’s the most important thing in any kind of relationship? Proper communication, probably. If you wear lipstick, what’s your favourite colour to wear? I only really put on lipstick to occasionally take a picture, and it's pretty much always black. Is your style feminine, masculine or somewhere in the middle? Somewhere in the middle, I guess? Are there a lot of dragonflies around your house? I've never seen one around this house, and I doubt I ever will because it's too urban. When we lived in the woods, however, I saw them a lot. Of all the Disney couples, which one would you say is your favorite? Kovu and Kiara came to my mind first. Do you think it is cute/funny or disgraceful when a child swears? It's shocking, more than anything. You don't expect it. I don't believe it should be encouraged, but only because children just don't know when swearing really isn't appropriate. If/when you have a baby, how do you think you would want to decorate its room? I don't want kids, but I'll entertain the question and assume this is before the child is born and develops interests. Whether it's a boy or a girl, I'd probably go with a cutesy animal theme. Would you more likely buy a shirt with a picture of Mickey/Minnie Mouse, a Winnie the Pooh character, Snoopy, Hello Kitty, or Tweety Bird on it? None, honestly. Perhaps like, a gothic Hello Kitty. Of all the states you have been to, which one did you have the best experiences? Putting aside the AWFUL heat and humidity, I probably had the best time in Florida. I loved all the palm trees, seeing so many lizards on my grandma's patio, and going to Disney World was a blast. I liked that swimming pools were always warm, too. Have you ever had a crush on someone “too young” for you? No. Do you regret losing your virginity to who you lost it to? No. I was madly in love with him, so no regrets on that. If your boyfriend ever hit you, would you dump him? HA, BYYYYEEEEEEEEE MOTHERFUCKER. ZERO hesitation. Did the one person who hurt you most in your life apologize? He did, but I honestly don't know if he meant it. Is there anything you want to say to someone? It'll probably go unsaid for the rest of my life. If they were to televise a live execution, would you watch it? Yikes, hard pass. If you could be the president of the USA, would you be willing to do it? Noooo thank you. Did you wake up in the middle of the night? I always do. Does your animal sleep with you? My cat does. Venus obviously sleeps in her terrarium, but she is in my room. Last color you dyed your hair? Red. Will you keep your last name when you get married? Very unlikely. I don't like my last name. What are you looking forward to? Hearing back again from the woman whose wedding I shot literally two years ago. I thought she ghosted me, but she messaged me the other day about seeing the pictures again and going through them to actually buy some. I don't know why the hell it took her two years, but whatever, I guess? I spent two whole hours resizing the files and re-adding the preview watermark (I deleted the OneDrive folder for space forever ago, but I have the files still), so I hate to sound like an ass, but she better buy something. Between sweating my ass off on location when I shot the wedding, editing those 100+ pictures two years ago, and now re-doing the previews, I have invested so much goddamn time into them that yeah, I think I have the right to be pretty damn salty if I don't hear back from her again. If your significant other cut sex out of your relationship for any reason, what would you do? It'd be whatever. I mean sure, that sort of intimacy is a very special part of serious romantic relationships to me, but I can live without it pretty easily. What was the last thing you said out loud? "Thank you for dinner" to my mom. She brought home Hardee's. Who are your godparents? I don't believe I have any. Do you like Gushers? omggggg yes Can you touch your nose with your tongue? No. Is there a particular sport you follow on a regular basis? Nope. Are you waiting for something to arrive in the mail? No. Think of the last film you watched. Who was your favourite character? Uhhhh what was it... The Shining, I think? I didn't really develop a favorite. Do you have a friend whose name starts with ‘L’? Describe him/her. Lisa. <3 She's one of my WoW friends. She'll talk your ear off, but I don't really mind. She is SO sweet and caring for other people and loves to cook. She recently had triplets, and seeing as she had a son only months before accidentally getting pregnant with the triplets, she's obviously been MEGA busy so we haven't talked much lately. When you’re being kissed do you like it when they hold your face? Yeah, but not too early on. Doing that has a promise of seriousness and passion in it to me, and it would probably weird me out if that happened too soon. Last thing that made you cry? My health. Would you ever consider getting a piercing in your septum? Nah. I don't think it would look good on me. Do you enjoy being outdoors? If it's cool outside and I have a place to sit when I want to, yeah. Do people tell you that you have an accent? Only sometimes. It's definitely not as bad as your average Southerner, though. Do you enjoy watching fireworks on the 4th of July? Ha, what nice timing. I think they're very pretty, but I believe I went over in a recent survey how I don't encourage their usage in consideration of veterans with PTSD as well as being conscious of animals and the absolute terror it can cause for them. What’re some unspeakable subjects for you? So my sister is a children's social worker, and she shares a LOT of stories with Mom (and me, if I'm present) that I can't listen to. The ones that involve pedophilia and/or rape, especially from the child's very own parent(s), I just cannot listen to. Period. It's so fucking repulsive and just unimaginable to me how even a monster of a human can commit something THAT goddamn vile. What’s your opinion of root beer? I'm not a big fan. I mean I can tolerate drinking some of it, but I don't really *enjoy* it. Have you ever seen The Breakfast Club, and what’s your opinion of it? I have, and I didn't get the appeal at all. Did you have a Furby when you were younger? Oh god, I did. Those things are so creepy. If you had a baby boy, what would you name him? Damien, most likely.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''the ordinary world'' by the hit house

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flaritywrites · 3 years

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Call of the Discs

summary - before the main events of the smp war, dream makes a deal with a demon.

word count - 1,609

warnings - nightmares, demons, angst-ish

a/n - this is my first attempt at a dreamsmp related fic. just for funsies—but let me know what you think! also, find it on ao3 here.

Dream always seems to find himself here.

In the darkest hours of the night, distorted whispers poke and prod at his unconscious mind. Seductive and lilting like sirens, they lure him out of bed with promises of treasures—of uncharted land and untapped power.

The lust of a captivated sailor leads him through his castle. It guides him down the marble corridors with bare-feet, uses his calloused hands to pry open a set of familiar steel doors.

Somewhere between sleep and waking, Dream heeds their delicate instructions.

The weapons room is an array of glinting metals—of netherite swords and diamond axes. They line the walls like wallpaper, sharpened edges a whisper away from sliced flesh and fatal blows. There’s a sense of history that envelopes the dull, tile flooring: every footfall a recollection of dead men’s final words. Hollow victories echo from calvaries lost to time’s beckoning hands.

Even in this state, Dream relishes the familiar clinks and clangs of metal on metal.

They ground him to an unstable world.

Here—they unveil fate’s plans for him.

The joints in his fingers cramp up uselessly as he ties knot after knot. The pattern of rope and loops are ingrained like the lyrics of a song into his muscle memory. Attached to them are various forms of weapons: swords, spears, tridents. They hang from the ceiling on hooks like lanterns in a cavern, swinging helplessly in the wake of Dream’s antics.

After he’s secured the last knot, he climbs down his ladder.

The floor is cool to the touch. Dream absently watches the chills that flourish down his arms as he positions himself below his creation.

In the moonlight, the gleaming tips of his blades wink affectionately.

Swish, clink.

He closes his eyes.

Swish, clink.

And in his mind, he welcomes the sounds of his dreamscape.

Swish—

“Dream, heads up!”

An enderpearl shoots through the air like a rocket.

Dream, nine years old and unafraid of most anything the world has yet to offer, watches the glimmering ball fly past him with calculated boredom. In a split second decision, he takes the necessary side-step to avoid the pearl, and it narrowly misses his shoulder on a trajectory path to a nearby birch tree.

SPLAT.

It slides down the trunk in clumps of green goo.

From the purple mist that forms, a scruffy boy appears, sporting a wolfish grin and a victory whoop.

Dream grimaces. Holds back an eye-roll. “Sapnap, you have to stop—”

“DREAM!”

His instincts don’t save him this time.

Another boy releases an enderpearl, and this one has no chance of missing. It lands with an impressive POP directly on Dream’s spinal cord, and Dream doesn’t have time to avoid the scrawny body that falls out of this mist.

The boys tumble to the ground, and Dream meets a mouthful of dirt as wide-framed goggles dig into his shoulder blade. Grass tickles his cheek maddeningly. “George,” he muffles around several blades of grass, “you’re an idiot.”

His friend giggles above him. “Your mum’s an idiot.”

The two break out into a brawl of tiny fists and prepubescent insults, and the third boy, newly recovered from his encounter with the birch tree, makes his way over to the scuffle. He stands above them devilishly. “Well, boys,” he declares, tapping an elbow with an open palm, “you know what this means.”

A flurry of protests emerge from the tangle of limbs and clothing, but—

“DOOOOOGPILE!”

And with a manic shout, all three boys descend into the rampant chaos of a childhood afternoon’s playtime.

Above them, the summer sun glares harshly, covering the rolling hills with spiraling heatwaves and the orange hue of golden hour. A breeze tickles the hay bales and relieves the simmering livestock, earning a chorus of farm noises that brings the quiet ambience to a gentle crescendo.

In the middle of it all, Dream finds himself a spectator to his own childhood memory. Out of body, placed cross-legged on the top of his old barn’s roof, he watches his friends work together to pin him playfully to the ground. His younger self writhes in the green and yellow grass, bursting with uncontrollable laughter as Sapnap and George tickle him relentlessly.

It moves something within him.

“A happy childhood makes for a happy adulthood,” a voice observes coyly. Dream stiffens. “Or so I’ve been told.”

He doesn’t have to guess what happens next.

Before him, the summer trees begin to wither and decay. The bright green leaves detach themselves from their branches and float to the ground, blackening before they reach the dirt. One by one, he and his friends fade out of existence.

Predictable.

The voice tries again. “So if that’s the case,” it muses, voice switching from one side of Dream’s head to the other, “then what happened to you?”

Dream thumbs the mask at his belt. The voice is always the same—always indistinguishable, genderless. In this form, it’s more in Dream’s imagination than outside of him. He can feel it rattling around in his brain. Searching.

Dream slides the mask over his face. “I don’t recall paying for a therapy session.” He pauses to consider. “Did you put it on my tab?”

The voice is tired. “I long for the day when you’ll show me an ounce of respect.”

“I don’t respect demons.”

“The pot calls the kettle black, I’m afraid.”

Dream tsks dryly. “Touché.”

The voice falls silent around him. Behind Dream’s eyes, the tentacles of pressure relent into a dull ache. There’s a slight breeze, and though he won’t be able to remember what, Dream knows something has been taken from him.

A presence appears at his side.

“Hello, Clay.”

It’s George’s voice that greets him.

Dream is all at once very grateful for his mask.

“This is much better,” says his imitated friend. “I’ve always liked this body. It’s very...nimble.”

Dream risks a glance at the demon. It mirrors his position on the roof: George’s legs are delicately crossed, one hand draped across them, the other propped behind it for support. George’s goggles are a mockery on its face.

It even wears his friend’s careful smile.

Still, there’s one thing it can’t ever seem to get right.

“Do you think this body is nimble, Clay?” George’s eyes question him playfully.

The color is there—an intricate mix of brown and gold.

But they always lack his humanity.

Dream looks away. “Can we just get to why I’m here?”

“Ever the charmer,” George’s voice chides. In his peripherals, Dream watches it fumble with the goggles on its head. It pulls them down over its eyes, then back across its hairline. Dream shoots it a withering look. “Fine,” it groans. “But this one’s going to cost you.”

That perks Dream’s interest. “What’d you find?”

It pauses to look at him. A cheshire grin reveals George’s white teeth. “More than you can even fathom.”

Dream’s heart pounds in his chest. “Name your price.”

The denom tuts. “Now, now.” It transitions to a standing position. It doesn’t use its legs like a human—just kind of...teleports onto its feet. It teeters along the edge of the roof, crossing it like a tightrope. George’s token blue shirt billows in the wind. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” Dream says immediately.

“I’m sure you will.” George’s arms splay like a bird in the wind. “But I have to warn you, Clay—this one isn’t for the faint of heart.”

Dream narrows his eyes. “Just tell me what you want, and it’s yours.”

The demon stops. Tilts its head to stare at Dream. “Promise?”

A trickle of unease crawls into Dream’s insides. George’s bronze gaze taunts him in a way he doesn’t understand.

“I promise.”

A smile oozes across the demon’s face. It removes the goggles from its head.

“For now, then, we’ll say you owe me a favor.”

It tosses the goggles over the roof. They fall soundlessly to the ground, frames gleaming with forgotten sunlight.

An enderpearl appears in their place. It glows almost neon in George’s pale hand.

On the inside, a purple mist billows and swirls.

Dream watches it flow.

“But until then—”

It bounces the enderpearl into the air. The orb explodes in a wonderful show of mauves and violets,

“—let’s go visit our trophy.”

Before Dream can react, a gentle haze builds in his vision. Around them, the scene begins to crumble at the edges. Blackness spills into the muted atmosphere.

Swish, clink.

The decayed forest disappears under the cloud of mist. It envelopes the roof, the demon, Dream—swallowing him whole and stealing his breath. His lungs erupt into flames around the mist.

Time slips away like a shadow. Dream’s senses leave him completely. He’s bodiless, now—a ghost. Remnants of a conscience.

Then—light.

They’re in a forest. He can’t see the demon, but it’s there. It’s part of him.

“Look around, Dream.”

A log cabin is in front of them. Through a glass window, Dream can barely make out a scrawny blonde boy squatting on the wooden floor.

Swish, clink.

There’s a half-finished jukebox before him, and he tinkers recklessly with a pick-axe.

Two black discs sit at his feet.

“This is what we’ve been waiting for.”

Swish—

Somehow, Dream can hear their songs.

The melody coils around him like a hungry snake. Visions of a new empire flash before him: reds and blues of a flag flying half-mast, overarching walls towered by smoke and spiraling arrows.

An ocean of want looms over Dream. Drops of it dampen his entire being.

“What are they?” He breathes.

The demon’s laugh is low and rumbling. It’s the only sound in the world.

“Opportunity.”

—clink.

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