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blake25537-blog · 3 months

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LoFi and Learning: Boosting Productivity and Creativity Through Music!

In the vast world of music, there exists a genre that has quietly made its way into the study rooms, cozy corners, and workspaces of millions seeking solace and productivity in their daily routines. LoFi music, characterized by its low fidelity sound quality, has become a cornerstone for those looking to enhance their productivity and creativity. This article delves into the essence of LoFi music, its impact on learning and creativity, and how it has become an indispensable tool for many in their quest for focused work sessions and innovative thinking.

What is LoFi Music?

LoFi, short for low fidelity, is a genre of music that embraces imperfections in the recording and production process, creating a sound that is inherently raw and nostalgic. It often incorporates elements such as ambient sounds, vinyl crackles, soft beats, and mellow melodies, crafting an atmosphere that is both calming and conducive to concentration. Unlike high-fidelity recordings that aim for crystal clear sound quality, LoFi celebrates the subtle noises and distortions that come with analog recording techniques.

The Science Behind Music and Productivity

Research has consistently shown that music can significantly affect our mood, cognitive functions, and overall brain health. Specifically, music with a slower tempo and less intrusive melodies, like LoFi, can help reduce stress and anxiety, thereby creating an optimal environment for learning and creativity. Studies suggest that the moderate ambient noise of LoFi music can enhance creativity by promoting a moderate level of distraction, which encourages individuals to think more abstractly and come up with innovative solutions.

LoFi and Learning: A Perfect Harmony

The simplicity and repetitive nature of LoFi music make it an ideal background for studying and learning. It fills the silence without demanding attention, allowing learners to focus on the task at hand without being pulled into the complexities of the music itself. This is particularly beneficial for tasks that require prolonged concentration, such as reading, writing, or complex problem-solving. By providing a consistent auditory backdrop, LoFi music can help minimize external distractions and foster a state of flow, where learners are fully immersed in their work.

The Role of LoFi in Enhancing Focus

Focus is a critical component of effective learning and productivity. In a world filled with digital distractions, maintaining focus can be a challenge. LoFi music, with its steady beats and soothing melodies, can act as a buffer against these distractions. The rhythm of the music can help synchronize the listener's brainwaves, promoting a more focused and meditative state. This is especially useful for individuals who find silence overwhelming or who are easily distracted by random noises in their environment.

Boosting Creativity Through Ambient Sounds

Creativity thrives in environments that are relaxed yet stimulating. LoFi music, often infused with ambient sounds like rain, cityscapes, or café chatter, can recreate the atmosphere of a creative workspace without the listener having to leave their home. These sounds can trigger the imagination, transporting listeners to different places and times, and sparking creative ideas. The use of ambient noises in LoFi tracks can also mimic the experience of working in a public space, which has been shown to enhance creativity due to the variety of background noises.

Incorporating LoFi into Your Learning and Work Routine

Adopting LoFi music as part of your study or work routine can be simple and rewarding. Here are some tips to get started:

Create a dedicated playlist: Curate a collection of LoFi tracks that you find particularly calming and conducive to concentration. Many music streaming platforms already offer pre-made LoFi playlists tailored for study and relaxation.

Use LoFi music as a timer: Utilize LoFi music tracks or mixes of a specific length to time your work sessions. This can help you adhere to the Pomodoro technique or any other time management method, encouraging regular breaks to maintain productivity.

Adjust the volume appropriately: The music should be loud enough to mask distracting noises but not so loud that it becomes the distraction. Experiment with volume levels to find the perfect balance for your work environment.

Explore different sub-genres: LoFi music encompasses a wide range of sounds, from jazz-infused tracks to those with hip-hop beats. Experiment with different sub-genres to keep your playlist fresh and engaging.

Conclusion

LoFi music offers a unique blend of relaxation and stimulation, making it an ideal companion for learning and creative endeavors. By fostering a focused and imaginative state of mind, LoFi can enhance productivity, reduce stress, and inspire innovative thinking. As we continue to navigate the challenges of maintaining concentration in an increasingly noisy world, LoFi music stands out as a simple yet powerful tool to create a serene and productive workspace. Whether you're a student, professional, or anyone in between, incorporating LoFi music into your routine might just be the key to unlocking your full potential.

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artbribery · 1 year

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Following the trend of the Lazarus Pit being part of Ghost Zone or ectoplasm-adjacent, what if the Pit Madness was just a connection to the Ghost King?

As in, whatever the voices and the intent in the pits are just a leftover of the king’s emotions. So long as the king was Pariah Dark and he stayed that way in stasis, the waters remained in anger and madness.

So when the ruler changes, suddenly the madness is gone and instead it’s Danny’s feelings in Jason’s head like some sort of soulmate au (except only one of them is in on it).

Maybe general intent:

Danny feeling happy and content and loving his sister (and all those feelings are sent through the Force)

Jason: ‘Positive feelings? Positive feelings in my Pit Madness? It’s more likely than I thought apparently?’

Jason suddenly wondering why he likes the stars so much when he can’t even see them in Gotham. He responds to this by reading about the myths.

He knows he loves his sisters but suddenly he feels an acute appreciation for them.

Weirdly strong feelings about clones that make him wonder if he has clone, or is one himself, and he’s only known about it subconsciously and recently.

The occasional badgers-suck-and-fruitloops-too sentiment

If voices are a thing:

Jason is chilling on a rooftop at four am and out of nowhere:

‘Is green cheese made out of ghost milk?’ ‘Would that be considered vegan because the cow is already dead?’ ‘No, wait, that’s not right...’ ’do ghosts dream of electrical sheep?’

Danny being sleep deprived, accessing the ghostly radio satellite and Jason asking himself Why, Mulaney style, Why is this Tim-like monologue plaguing my Pit Madness?

Plus? (on the topic of radio?)

Free mental podcast w/ our host Danny and his audience of one: Jason (who maybe figures out how to make calls live; it’s not like it broadcasts anywhere else, right?)

(cue a certain demographic of the ghost zone, as well as select members of the League of Shadows, tuning in to this soap-opera)

Alternative to this: Danny uses this as a help-line for the ones affected by the pit and heckles them until they agree to get treatment.

“It’s the one place you can’t escape.”

Potential for angst though:

It had been a while since the Pit changed and Jason had gotten used to it sometimes being cranky/irritated/annoyed and happy/mischievous/light and so on in the wheel of emotions

So he is worried about the increasing feelings of hope/trust/love mixed with paranoia/wariness/anxiety coming in the last few weeks

The crawling dread and nervousness seeping through that starts mid morning and rises steadily, like anticipation or pulling teeth slowly

But suddenly fear spikes and it is PANIC and DESPERATION, BREAKING DOWN---

H E L P

#dp x dc #we all know what that last one is #we all know what it is #this got long #and i got sidetracked but that's alright

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cosmerelists · 7 months

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Cosmere Characters: Would They Be Fun To Take A Road Trip With?

[Main spoiler is for Way of Kings! Oddly enough. Some spoilers for Stormlight as a whole.]

You're planning a road trip, and you want to bring a Cosmere character with you! You know, as one does. But would the following Cosmere characters actually be a good road trip buddy?

1. Dalinar: Yes

Dalinar's whole dang philosophy is that it's the journey that matters. He'd be stopping at interesting roadside attractions, enjoying good food, watching sunsets, and generally enjoying the trip. What a great person to have on your road trip with you!

2. Adolin: Yes

We saw road-trip-Adolin in Shadesmar--he's great! Organized, interested in making sure everyone is doing well, good conversationalist. You'll have a great time.

3. Kaladin: Depends

To be fair it was a stressful situation, but when Kaladin and Shallan "road tripped" through the chasms, he basically just marched off with his long Alethi legs and left her to scramble along behind him. I feel like that's equivalent to, like, being really particular about the radio or something. Plus, he totally thinks he knows the way and ain't asking for directions. On the other hand, if Kaladin has warmed up to you, then I think he'd be an okay travel buddy. He'll definitely pull you out of the flaming wreckage when the trip inevitably turns into some sort of dramatic life-or-death situation, at least!

4. Vasher: No

You're like, "Oh look! That town has the country's largest cow statue! Wanna stop and take a look?" and he's like, "No." It's the first time he's spoken in 45 minutes.

5. Tress: Yes

By the of her book, Tress is all about adventure and she's a literal delight to everyone on the ship. Plus, if your tire got flat or something, Tress would absolutely learn how to change a tire on the fly and get you back on the road.

6. Teft: No

Teft will fight to his dying breath to protect you, but I do not think he'd be fun to sit in the car with for eight hours a day. He'd be a grumbler, I think.

7. Kabsal: Yes

He'd bring amazing car snacks, potentially homemade ones. He seemed like a good conversationalist too. Now it's true, he might try to assassinate you or inconveniently fall in love with you--or both!--but, like, the rest of the road trip will be lots of fun.

8. Navani: Depends on the type of road trip

Navani would, I think, make for a very organized road trip buddy. If you're trying to get somewhere on a time table, Navani would be great. You WILL be up at 8:00am and you WILL get to your destination on time and in one piece. But if you're hoping to, like, chill out and enjoy the scenery casually, then maybe not so much.

9. Elend: No

Elend is great 'n' all, but has a plan of his ever worked out in his life? There's gonna be a huge traffic jam caused by, like, political sabotage or something. And all of his books on tape are about philosophy, too.

10. Mare: Yes

She's definitely a "cow! cow!" type person, I think.

11. Eshonai: Hell yeah

Eshonai loves to travel and is delighted to meet new people. She's going to get chatting with some fruit vendor and the next thing you know, you've both been invited to dinner and are about to have the absolute best homecooked meal of your life.

12. Raoden: Yes

I feel like Raoden is very likable and cares a lot about how the people around him are doing. He'd make sure you had a good time and would be very thoughtful.

13. Lirin: Depends on whether Hesina is coming too

I feel like on his own, Lirin would be a very...stressed road trip buddy. Concerned about the speed limit, about not being too unhealthy, about doing the road trip right. But if Hesina were there, I think he'd be able to chill out a lot more. Because Hesina would want the trip to be fun, and I think Lirin would let it be fun with her around.

14. Lezian: Hell no

The FIRST person who cuts him off in traffic is gonna spark so much road rage in Lezian. Now you're weaving erratically through traffic in pursuit of that truck he's mad at, and you're only like 30 minutes into the trip.

15. Raboniel: Well...

At first she was like, "I am the driver here. You will address me only as the Lady of Roads and will know your place" and you were like, "Wow. This is going to be the worst trip of my life." But by the end, the two of you are singing together and crying for some reason, and now you think she might be your soulmate.

So...50/50?

#cosmere #cosmerelists #Dalinar #Adolin #Kaladin #Raboniel #Navani #Eshonai #Lezian #Hesina #Lirin #Tress #Teft #Mare #Elend #Kabsal #Raoden #Vasher

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rizs-briefcase · 3 months

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‼️FHJY EP 3 SPOILERS‼️

all my thoughts of episode three

AS PER MURPH LOOKS SO GOOD

as does lou

Riz literally biking to school with everyone’s files to make sure they can make it through the year !! stop he’s so cute

and then you and Adaine are nerds

actually for the wizards I’m super chill

riz literally finding out what college they could all get into!!!

figs multiclassing appears to be undocumented, how would her bard teacher know that she multiclassed if she never goes to class

me and riz would write three essays each

the lone wolf. his record is not as bad as it should be

‘i cast friends on both of you just to get you in the car’

‘it’s a 10 and i’ll give you the help action’

‘fluffier than mine?’

LYDIA IS MY LOVE, MY FAVOURITE MORHER (except u sklonda)

‘you guys missed this, song of the summer! kids are going nuts’ ‘this emo song starts over the radio’ proceeds to play the hardest song i’ve heard in ages

riz making adaine her own folder for fun that he signed inside ,, i will sob over this little goblin

a dragon with a receding hairline

the thistlespring sex binder stop

gorgug is such an awkward little guy

fabian not knowing how to make food, stop my baby has been abandoned

‘a little hobgoblin with a brass lollipop’

sorcery teacher jace, i would die for you. ur the teacher i would fancy in school

big shoes to follow

figs bad luck continues

‘should we sign up for student government? there’s gotta be a cabinet right?’

mazey is a highland cow stop i love her

stop she’s a dancer, was she at the camp fabian was meant to be at??

‘oh you’re in the buttcrushers?’

she’s worse than kalvaxus

badidas

FABIAN IS OLDER BECAUSE HE WAS ADVENTURING WITH HIS DAD??

‘that would impact you as well’ ‘yeah’

‘i’m going to go to bard class, you’re going to love this, but not as myself’

im going to cast disguise self on myself to look like an emo girly

wanda childa

here girlie

porter is hot shut up

gorgug getting told he can’t do the mcats because he’s a barbarian. basically being told he’s not smart enough to do artificer classes because he’s inherently stronger, angrier and ‘less smart’ stop

im going into a worry

fig taking fabian to a wizard class because she doesn’t know where bard classes are

‘fabian, you said something alarming and it made me curious’

riz’s entire interaction with jawbone

Kristen chillis applebees

KRISTENS BROTHER

the way it’s never really spoken about how kristen, as the oldest, protected her younger brothers from her parents but she’s been gone a long time and she’s now seeing that. behavioural pattern continued to them treating her oldest younger brother the same she was treated

BUD CUBBY STICKING UP FOR KRISTEN BY TELLING HER PARENTS THEYRE AWFUL PEOPLE STOPPP

‘a hard couple months?’ ‘in the dark? where’s your god? he’s the sun god right?’

‘that’s what you think’ ‘bye girlie’

adaine realising she can’t even afford her school supplies now is so sad

‘what smell would be enticing to emo kids? maybe cigarettes and peach schnapps’

i just wanda’d in

they’re investigating all of figs disguises???

figs agent is rubens agent too fuck off

kristen adhd confirmed

also kristen deflecting all of her trauma with humour is so sad

‘maybe i could just have a tiny little religion of weirdos who wanna gamble’

cassandra i love you but kristen is a literal child

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN CASSANDRA IS WITH KALINA

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #intrepid heroes #fhjy #fantasy high junior year #riz gukgak #fabian seacaster #fig faeth #kristen applebees #adaine abernant #gorgug thistlespring

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rationalisms · 6 months

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hi alma! could you recommend more smaller games? i'm trying to branch out and trust your taste

aw hey! idk that i'm the best person to ask because i just replay persona 4 golden on repeat forever but i'll try my best

killer frequency is a game about being a radio DJ in a small town in the 1980s who's thrust into the role of detective in a serial killer case

gnosia is a game about the crew of a space ship which is stuck in a timeloop and attempting to break free, except some of you are traitors taken over by alien parasites.

pony island is a chill puzzle game about beautiful ponies and absolutely nothing else. promise. :)

death and taxes is a game about clocking in at the grim reaping office and being a good death bringer (or not).

west of loathing is a turn-based rpg set in a post-apocalyptic western world populated entirely by stick people and demon cows.

2064: read only memories is a game about a sci-fi future in which you need to solve a mystery with the help of your AI friend.

also: once again begging absolutely everybody on my hands and knees to play the shadowrun returns trilogy. especially dragonfall and hong kong. (i could take or leave shadowrun returns honestly.) they are so so so so good.

hope you enjoy some of these!!! feel free to let me know what you thought <3

#anon #reply

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ocdeeznut · 1 year

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You’ve been out there (and i’ve been in here.)

Set post s6, after Shiro and Keith return.

Not proof read, typos will be present, ignore 'em.

Lance Mcclain is many things. Prone to jealousy, sure. Cursed with a wild competitive streak, maybe. In way too far over his head, almost certainly. But the one thing that Lance certainly is not? Lonely. Because what opening does an emotion like that, have in a situation like this? Shiro is home, safe, alive. And that... that should have filled the hole. The team is back together, they won the day.

They're going home.

So why can't he feel that warmth in his chest? That sincere relief and anticipation? Instead he just feels nothing.

Nothing, he learns quickly, is far worse than fear, his primary companion for the past few weeks. Or months. Spacetime, right? As the crew pick up their pieces and prepare for the long journey back to earth, Lance follows dutifully, doing his part. He opens his space to any who might need it, he comforts Allura and Coran in the loss of their home, the last tangible remnant of their king and culture. He spends long stretches of the flight talking to Hunk, about everything and nothing. They have all the time in the universe to talk, now, but there's always something that parks Lance just short of a real conversation. And he can't for the life of him figure it out.

Now, alone, apart from the cow in the cockpit, he thinks, and thinks hard. Why does he feel so much nothing about all the good that's happened? They'd discovered a living, breathing Altean! Shiro is back for quiznack's sakes, something they all held a far-off hope in, but never truly believed. Apart from Keith, he supposes. That rigid hothead had never given up on him, even for a second. He'd taken the dwindling hope of his teammates and lit a roaring fire underneath it. He'd brought him back to them. After all that time, without a single inkling of hesitation. And now, alone with Kaltenecker in the cockpit of his lion, Lance realises where all this nothingness had stemmed from.

Keith.

He hasn't had a chance to talk to him since he came back. Older, taller, with a shade under his eyes, a Galran mother, and a weird space dog. Lance's stomach fizzes as he turns the thought of his teammate over in his head. He really had grown up. How long could it have been for Red? There was a brief notion of 'time moving differently' where he went, but breaking that down into something that makes sense is driving Lance insane. Oh god, is Keith like, 30 now or something? No, his hair was only a little longer when he returned. Full mullet. Fullet, as Lance has been calling it. He was taller, sure, broader.. a lot broader. And that's where the train of thought abruptly stops, as Lance pinches his nose and deflates in his seat. That damn fullet.

A crackling pop, not unlike that of rice-crispies when the milk first hits, startles Lance upright. "Holy mother of- hey!" he chides Keith's very poorly timed space-dog as it winds around his lion, and taunts his poor cow companion. Kosmo came alone, for whatever reason, and sits dutifully now by Lance's feet, as the paladin scratches behind its ear. "Y'scared the living daylights outta me.." he laughs, glad for a more.. expressive beast in his company. Kaltenecker was chill, but she didn't do much. "Where's your mullet-man?" Kosmo shakes his head, fur ruffling, and disappears again, leaving residual sparks to fade over Lance's boots. Huh. Touchy subject? Did Keith and his dog fall out-

"Lance?"

Oh. Oh no. Stupid dog took it literally. Kosmo reappears, this time with Keith in tow.

"Uh. Hi?" he tries, turning in his chair to face the other. He's leant against the outer console, arms folded over his chest, though he does break that sultry stance to offer Kosmo an ear scratch. The dog disappears again, brushing up against Kaltenecker’s legs and taking the poor cow along with it. Lance winces, someone's getting a nasty surprise. He briefly hears Pidge curse through their radio, and reaches to turn it off.

"Hi." Keith replies, matching his awkward greeting. They sit/ stand in silence for a moment, Lance begins whistling to try and dull the spiking tension in the cockpit. It doesn't work, valiant effort though.

"So you're..." Lance gestures vaguely at Keith, squinting. "you know?"

Keith nods, clearing his throat. "Yeah. Two years." he answers Lance's question without him having to ask. Two years? Hot damn. That's.. a long time. For a moment, Lance is glad for Kosmo and Krolia. He knows he'd sure go insane if he had to be on his own for that long. Especially after having spent all his time with a team he cherishes as family. He wonders if Keith ever got lonely out there.

"Lonely." Lance wonders again, this time out loud, and as Keith's eyebrow raises accusatorily, he scrabbles to correct himself. "I mean, were you? Lonely, that is."

"Not really. I had Kosmo. And, you know, my mom."

Right, of course. Lance nods, worried he's not being expressive enough. Or is he being too expressive? The truth is, he can't remember how he used to act around Keith. He wonders if he even knows anything anymore, about this tall, broad soldier who'd come back from a two year space-cruise all but a few days ago.

"No, yeah, I get that. But, you know. You had to have missed us, right? Red? Black? Blue? .. Green?"

Lance realises he's just listing colours now. But it serves to lure a small laugh out of Keith, who shrugs. "I did. Tried not to think about it too much. Had no way to get back, so I just focused on my mission."

"When did you get so mature?" Lance huffs, leaning back in his seat.

"When did you stop trying to coax me into being anything but?"

Damn, that's.. a good point, actually. Usually, Lance would be at Keith's throat by now, prodding and teasing. Any other time, and they'd be scrabbling for dominance over who got to fly the lion, who could do it faster, better. Truth is, Lance doesn't want that right now. He's still teetering on the edge of understanding why Keith, of all people, seems to be the root of his recent nothingness.

"You're not the only one who had some enlightening personal growth, fullet."

Keith's brow, his accusing brow (it's always the left one), shoots back up. "Fullet?" he tests the nickname on his tongue.

"Yeah, you know. Full mullet." he doesn't then go on to explain that he'd actually noticed this about Keith. That he hadn't cut his hair, that Lance actually likes it like this. It curls over his shoulders nicely, the longer pieces framing his angular face in a way that softens it.

"Oh, right. I need to cut it."

"Nah, don't." he's a little too quick on that reply, and Keith laughs again. What is this? Three laughs? Where is Keith? Is this some kind of Shiro-clone situation? Lance winces. Nope, too soon, fresh wound. They just got Shiro back, he can laugh about stuff like this when things actually feel normal again.

"Oh? Did that 'personal growth' of yours involve admitting that my hair is cool?"

"Not by a long shot, fullet. But don't cut it. If you rock up with a quiff, this is all gonna feel even weirder."

"Noted. The fullet stays." Keith smirks, raking a hand through his hair.

"You used the name."

"It's growing on me."

"So is the mullet."

They both laugh, this time, but when it fades, that uncomfortable silence settles back into the room. God, Lance thinks, this is so strange. Talking with Keith, like he would with anyone else. Like he would with a distant friend, or a stranger. Will they have to build a new rivalry, now? Does he even want that anymore? Probably not. So what does he want from Keith? Friendship, maybe. But the thought of that makes his stomach fizz again, and looking at him is suddenly a little harder than before.

"What about you? Miss me much?"

Oh. Right, they're still talking. Keith is still here, and Kosmo is gone. There's no out. Lance swallows in, what he hopes, is a subtle manner. He thinks it over. Keith, his teammate, his.. friend? He'd been gone for a while, sure, but not the two years Keith had under his belt. And in that time he'd been so busy fighting Lotor, saving the world, he hadn't really thought about it. He wonders, if he'd had a chance to sit with his thoughts while Keith had been gone, if he would have felt that nothingness then, too.

"Yeah. A little." he comes to the conclusion that yeah, he would've.

Keith blinks, owlish. Hah, caught him off guard.

"Oh. Wasn't expecting you to agree with me there."

"What can I say? Personal growth, baby. Read it and weep."

Lance somewhat regrets opening his mouth for a moment.

"Adding that to the Lance blackmail folder. 'Mcclain missed me'."

It doesn't seem to faze the other paladin, and Lance hushes a sigh of relief. Coast clear. "You keep a folder on me?"

"Who knows when you'll take off and start a universe-wide smear campaign under my name?"

"Wow. Trust issues much?"

"A little, yeah."

Oh. Lance is the one caught off guard this time. He feels a little bad for prodding like that, but it's what he would've done before, right? Why does he feel bad about it now? Why does Keith's unsure smile and boxed in posture make him feel weird? He wonders, he's been doing a lot of wondering for the duration of this conversation, if Keith really believed him, when he'd told the other paladin he missed him. He tests the waters of a new, unfiltered dynamic.

"Hey. You know I wouldn't do that, right? I uh, actually did miss you. Call me crazy, but it's not the same without you around."

Keith hasn't opened his mouth to speak yet, and so unfortunately, Lance's big mouth keeps moving.

"I've been feeling this weird nothingness, recently. And I couldn't figure out why. I mean, we're all alive, hell, Shiro's back. And i'm so relieved, but also.. not? I don't know. I realised it seems to tie into you, you being gone, coming back, maybe missing you a little more than i-"

Ah. Oh. There's that fizzing feeling in his gut. It's stronger this time, flipping his insides around like an egg on a hot pan. Something is cooking in his chest and if Keith doesn't shut him up now he's going to say something he'll really, really regret.

"Yep, there it is! Figured it out. See, I think what’s going on here i that I like you, and that's probably why the egg in my gut-pan is about to get flipped again- yeah there it goes. Oh wow I’m talking a lot, and you are not-“

Ah. Oh. Oh no. So, good news and bad news, Lance thinks. You figured out the nothingness! You also told Keith before giving yourself even a tick to think over why that might not be a good idea. He's second guessing himself now, on every front, babbling away about stomach eggs and cramps in his kidneys, until Keith laughs.

His fourth laugh in the short time they've been talking, and Lance can't figure out if this one sounds different from the rest.

"Did you just..? Confess to me, with an egg metaphor?"

Lance can't tell which part of this Keith is upset about. Or if he's upset at all. He doesn't look upset. He's not smiling, but Lance knows enough about this stranger-friend-crush of his to know that it doesn't mean he's upset. His boxy posture has softened, he's leaning a little closer, waiting. Oh, it's Lance's turn to talk. His mouth has gone dry, he licks his lips, wets his tongue and coughs.

"I think so? Your guess is as good as mine, fullet. Is it appropriate to call you fullet right now?"

Keith snorts.

"No? Right, gotcha. All cool."

"Lance?"

"No, I get it, i'm shutting up, look. Lips sealed, not talki-"

"Lance."

He doesn't reply this time, hands clamped over his mouth, watching Keith like a hawk.

"The uh.. my stomach-egg is doing the same thing. I think."

"Cool." Lance squeaks.

"I missed you too. I was lying, before. When I told you I didn't think about it a lot. I did. I thought about it a lot. "

Lance unpeels his hands from his face.

"And, if we're doing this right now, then.. firstly, poor timing, and secondly-"

Now, Lance might have quelled his loudmouth, but his body is another factor entirely. He lunges, and his arms are around Keith's neck, hands in that stupid, gorgeous fullet. He's wound up in this incredible feeling, their faces so close, noses smushed into one another, laughing breathlessly in the short space between them.

He kisses Keith, and the nothingness in his chest is full.

Keith kisses him back, and it's replaced with something else entirely.

#Klance #Keith Voltron #Voltron #klance fanfiction #lance voltron #Lance mcclain #Keith kogane

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hazeghoul · 1 year

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How I imagine the Papas are like whilst driving:

Primo:

- Stereotypical father, complains about everything he can complain about. Someone driving to slow? Complaint. Radio playing something he doesn't like? Complaint.

- Yknow the snack reach dads do? Primo's got his hand in reaching in the direction of snacks the moment the packaging is open.

- Satnav? What's that? He's convinced he knows the right way, all the shortcuts. It has ended up in him getting lost multiple occasions but he'll claim it's because they changed the layout of the roads.

Secondo:

- Music is full blast, terrible singing no matter what the radio plays. I like to think his music taste is extremely varied so he'll be happy no matter what is playing, but the one time they play a song he doesn't like he sulks.

- One hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on whatever surface he can, but he does drive with two hands most of the time.

- If he gets stuck in traffic, he is 100% down to play silly games like eye spy, he finds enjoyment in the small things and I feel like he'll have an eye on his surroundings 24/7 so guessing his answers is like a needle in a haystack half the time.

Terzo:

- Takes the scenic routes where possible, he feels like they're more interesting most of the time and he'd rather go slower than be stuck in traffic on motorways/highways. Also means that if he can have the roof down he will. one arm resting on the door like some attractive mfer, hand resting near his mouth/jaw, hair tussled from the wind, main character/love interest energy.

- Sings along to any love songs on the radio. But not like his brothers who don't overly try, he'll put his whole heart and soul into it

- The rides mostly silent, minus singing but he'll strike up conversation on the odd occasion. Would rather sit in comfortable silence than try and fill the void with unnecessary talking.

Copia:

- Games, games, games. Eye spy, would you rather, that game he played with Saltyman, Seestor and Peepaw Tobias pls, what the fuck was that chapter T-T anything silly and fun, he's down to play. Yknow when kids point out every animal? Copia does that, every sheep, cow and horse he sees is accompanied by him saying the name. It only gets worse when it's made into a game.

- I like to think he's got the chill vibes kinda music, so instead of the radio, he's playing some chill playlist he has on his phone. Humming along to the words and tapping his fingers along to the beat.

- I feel like he talks but also doesn't? He goes with the flow, if he feels like talking, he will and if he doesn't, he doesn't. He'll talk about anything, but mostly about stress of being Papa or how his rats have been, new rats, rats that are no longer here, stories of old rats and stories about his life in the ministry.

Might make a part two for this with a romance twist? I had some ideas for Copia and Terzo but chickened out

#thebandghost #ghost the band #cardinal copia #primo emeritus #secundo emeritus #secondo emeritus #terzo emeritus

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weepingfoxfury · 3 months

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The man on the radio talks of Rossini (William Tell Overture) and wonders if he liked horses, wonders if, like so many of us on hearing this certain tune, would he too have also have felt compelled to shout 'Hi-Ho Silver!' ... there's slow moving traffic near the Red Cow interchange ... then the Count from Sesame Street waltzes and sings of his childhood castle ... here there is total Rook gridlock, shouts of 'My branch! My branch!' at every turn ... Blackbirds (the Guinea pig crier of the hedgerows) shout 'Chup! Chup! Chup!' ... Starlings, with their bewildering noise array, sit in the guttering acting as tuneful Town Criers ... the old man on his small slow tractor goes Putt! Putt! Putt!, briefly raises his hand to wave and eventually passes by ... a world away from the rest of the world, yesterday's trip to the shiny metropolis feels delightfully distant ... can't help but wonder about that Red Cow interchange, wonder if she's looking as chilled as the cows here, wonder just how she directs the traffic, must be quite some gaze she gives all those motorists ...

#red cow #man on the radio #internal monologue #interchange #gridlock #another world #humour #writers of tumblr #reflections #photographers on tumblr #original photography on tumblr #directing traffic #sound of birds #the lone ranger #william tell

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motownfiction · 1 year

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mourning moon

Sam sits under a 5:00 PM moon on a November evening. It still feels wrong to call it a November night, despite his less-than-strange desire to put on pajamas like he’s Cary Grant and drink hot chocolate until the cows come home (so they can help him make more hot chocolate, of course). Daylight saving ended two days ago, and he’s still not used to the shock of darkness. When he was little, his dad used to call him a sunshine boy. Whenever they lose the sun for the winter, Sam remembers just how true the name really is.

Tonight – is it night? – he sits in his car, just watching the sky before he drives home from work. He trusts Nashwa, the store’s plucky assistant manager, to close up shop in a couple of hours (so long as she calls him and lets him know she got home OK). He knows he should just drive off, get home, make some of that hot chocolate he’s been thinking about. But something tells him to stay and look up for a little while. He doesn’t really understand why. Maybe there’s some big magnetic force around him, keeping him off the road. Maybe it’s God. Sam doesn’t know. He just knows that sometimes, he has those gut reactions everybody else he loves says they have all the time. And here, he thought he was only good for chain reactions and strange punchlines nobody saw coming.

He looks up at the moon again. It almost seems brighter than usual. Comforting, he thinks, in a world where it’s dark at 5:00 PM. Something in the moon makes him think of being fifteen in tenth grade; takes him back to one of those nights he and the other Pisces all went to the movies. Oh, and how well he remembers it now. It was Lucy’s turn to pick the movie, and she chose a strange little low-budget ditty; played out almost like Antigone in Texas. They liked looking at the moon in that movie. Something about loving, leaving, and lying, Sam thinks. It’s hard to work from memories that are old enough to have graduated high school all by themselves. But he thinks that sounds right. The lovers and the leavers and the liars. Back then, Sam was pretty sure he was all three. Now, he’s not even sure he’s one.

This moon, though. It looks different. Feels different. This is not a movie moon; not one you watch on a screen and pretend is good enough. This moon is real, and it wants Sam to look at it. To stare. To gaze. So, Sam listens. He’s not in the business of ignoring what the moon has to say to him. It rarely has any words for him, after all.

What kind of moon are you?

Sam’s not sure if he asks the question out loud. But he knows it doesn’t matter.

What kind of moon are you?

He’s waiting for an answer. As soon as he gets an answer, he’ll drive away. Get home. Feel safe somewhere. Somewhere. This is the place where he grew up, and all the time, it feels less and less the same. Sadie and Daniel live in a different suburb with three kids and two floors. Charlie and Carrie followed Lucy and Will to Manhattan. Sam’s not the only one left, but damned if he doesn’t feel that way. Damned if he doesn’t feel like he’s the only one who remembered not to give up on Motown. He turns the radio on and finds “The Tears of a Clown.” He closes his eyes and starts to dance, just there in the front seat of his car. If you can’t dance to Smokey Robinson, even if you’re sitting down, there’s no point in living here. Just drive your car to the Alexis Road exit and park it there for eternity. Sounds like hell to Sam. And so, he dances. In his seat, he dances.

What kind of moon are you?

He says it out loud that time, as though it’ll conjure up an answer. To his surprise, it does. His arms and legs feel heavy, and his whole body feels cold. It’s more than just a mid-autumn chill, too. It’s different. He just knows.

I’m a mourning moon.

He drives off with the knowledge in his head. And as hard as he tries to push it out of his mind, he can’t. A mourning moon. A mourning moon.

Mourning for who?

No reply.

(part of @nosebleedclub november challenge -- day viii! it’s technically still tuesday here, so i’m going to say this counts as being on time.)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: sam doyle #year: 2000

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hanvanmusic · 1 year

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haztobegood · 2 years

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Thank you to @daggerandrose and @laynefaire for tagging me to share 5 fics of mine I really like!

🌤 Now All The Clouds Been Lifted

Niall Storm, certified meteorologist by day. Niall Horan, lonely alpha by night. When a new midday news anchor gets hired at the station, Niall finds he can't look away from the beta. If he dares to take a chance, his attraction just might precipitate into a crazy little thing called love.

This is my favorite non-Larry pairing. I just love Niall and Greg’s dynamic during interviews they’ve done together. This was one of my first A/B/O fics and I wrote it for @1daboficfest. I love weatherman Niall.

👑 The Prince and The YouTuber

The Annual Rosendal Spring Gala hosted by the Royal Family is the most prestigious fundraiser in the country. When a problem with the honorary foundation arises, Crown Prince Louis Tomlinson must pick a new worthy foundation on short notice. He discovers the perfect replacement in an unlikely place, while watching his favorite YouTuber, Harrysparkles.

This prompt for @hlroyaltyfest drew me in immediately. I hadn’t planned to write for the fest, but I couldn’t resist when I read the prompt. I love how fun it was to write a youtuber au.

🧪 Love and Other Antidotes

Arrogant pop star Harry Styles is transformed into a cow by his bandmate Amy Z after a heated argument. Left in the back of a truck, Harry finds himself at a rural farm hours away from his band. Harry has three days to make it back to London and turn back into a human before his next show. His only chance to reclaim his glamorous life rests with a kind farmer named Louis. They must work together to find the antidote before Amy Z finishes him off and takes over the band.

This cross over is everything to me. It was a pinch hit for @disneydirectionfest and I had a blast writing Yzma and Kronk and creating a story that mirrored such a fun movie from my childhood. I loved creating something much more cartoony and unrealistic than I usually write.

🌧 Changing Weather (For Worse or For Better)

Five times it's raining and one time it stops.

My favorite comment about this one was someone said that the weather is a character. I loved exploring the five times trope for @1d5xfest in an established relationship and how domestic and real this feels.

🎶 Through the Static

Louis pranked the crew before a concert after he found a two-way radio in his dressing room. But messing with the radio had an unintended consequence.

I still get chills thinking about this story. This was the first year of @1dtrickortreatfest. I started out knowing that I wanted to create something scary for the fest but wasn’t sure how to pull it off. At the time I was working in a job where two way radios to communicate with people sometimes. One day all the radios were sitting in their charging stands, the office was mostly empty because it was near the end of the day, and one of the radios hadn’t been turned off, so it picked up some chatter from nearby and scared me and a coworker. That scare turned into the inspiration for this fic.

I tag @wabadabadaba @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @littleroverlouis @jacaranda-bloom @jaerie @londonfoginacup

#fics and wips #whoops I did this on my lunch break and completely forgot to tag anyone 🙃

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shining-skull · 4 months

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RETRO RASCALS RECAP: SESSION 2

On a bright and sunny morning, the kids awake to the unsettling news of Farmer Johnson's disappearance as reported on the morning radio. Concerned, they convened at their treehouse and decided to take matters into their own hands, eager to beat the Hillstreet Heroes to the case.

En route to the Johnson farm, they encountered the O'Tools once again. Quick thinking from Chet Bonks, who spilled marbles to trip three of the O'Tools, allowed the group to escape using Lionel Jett's jury-rigged smoke bomb from his chemistry set. However, their journey through the spooky woods took an unexpected turn as they were harassed by a strange, glowing orb of electricity.

Thinking on their feet, Bobby plugged the Heckshredder hell-ectric guitar into the orb, playing a solo that drained some of its energy. Science-savvy Lionel used a slinky and a baseball bat to ground the ball lightning, reducing it to a mere spark. Lost in the woods, the team stumbled upon a clearing of burnt and felled trees surrounding a large, house-sized silver egg half-buried in the ground.

Using a cheat code from Bobby's Nintendo, they cracked the combination lock on the space egg, revealing a hologram of Farmer Johnson inside. Asked about the meaning of life, Lionel's insightful response, "Love and likingness" opened a door to another room. Inside, they discovered seven grey-skinned creatures wearing metal-wired helmets connected to a giant computer.

Using a stealthy approach, Bobby plugged the Heckshredder guitar into the computer, playing an epic distorted power chord that caused the alien's heads to explode. The commotion attracted the attention of a monstrous creature in from adjacent room – a hybrid with a cow's horned head atop a farmer's body. The kids engaged in a battle, ultimately defeating the creature by shooting acid at it, causing electrocution when its horns got stuck in the wall of the space egg.

Exploring further, they entered a room with a bizarre contraption: two vats connected by tubes and wires. In one vat, they found a cow's body with Farmer Johnson's head attached. Recalling his last memory of investigating crop circles and being lifted into the air by strange lights, and having a sore butt they placed the cow creature's corpse into the other vat and pulled a lever. In a blinding flash of light, Farmer Johnson's head was restored to his normal body.

Before leaving the spacecraft, the children discovered a computer screen showing an eerie animation of a red moon during a solar eclipse. The ominous prediction indicated this celestial phenomenon would happen in a week, accompanied by alien hieroglyphics that included the unmistakable number 666. The chilling revelation left the kids uneasy, hinting at a future catastrophe tied to impending cosmic disturbances.

As a token of gratitude, Farmer Johnson led the children out of the forest and treated them to barbecue at his house. In appreciation for their heroic efforts, they received corn on the cob and a thermos of iced tea as a prize, along with a strange alien helmet with antennas that they had discovered during their adventure.

#osr #dnd #dungeons and dragons #ttrpg

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