#eclectic-spaghetti

[hoodieimp]

how on earth did you get a dvd from a cereal box. like it was just in there???

HDJWND yeah basically? It was just a DVD in one of those little plain paper sleeves, I never saw the actual box art for it (and ngl I was convinced I'd just hallucinated/dreamed that movie for the longest time)

After some googling it was apparently a promo thing Kellogg's Canada was doing?

#asks #eclectic-spaghetti #also went and looked up the actual movie #it's Alice in Wonderland (1999) #Gene Wilder and Christopher Lloyd are in it #????? #also Whoopi Goldberg plays the Cheshire Cat #and he has her CGI face #no wonder this freaked me the fuck out as a kid hdhejsjddk #also! it's pretty much the only AiW adaptation I've seen that includes the Caucus-Race scene

[oofmilk]

🖊 does bobble blue team count. if not, um, I don’t think I know any of your OCs which is a grave error on my part please enlighten me

bobble might as well be my oc honestly however,

ppl not knowing abt my ocs is my fault bc i never talk abt them. gonna talk abt my most guy ever though—sadashi nanami. yes she is an oc i forcefully inserted into the danganronpa canon but she fits like a glove to Me. chiaki’s older sister and was absolutely crushed when her sister died. she started out like a jokester but then things got serious and now i’m :( my guy

#eclectic-spaghetti #jupiter answers #sadashi nanami

[zagreus]

I never thought I'd say this, but Avenged Sevenfold's new album really fucks tbh. It's absolutely fascinating seeing them throw such a varied assortment of spaghetti at the wall and astonishing to observe just how much of it sticks. It's the most eclectic and deranged shit I've heard since Mr. Bungle

10/10 album

[stranger-rants]

hey i was wondering if you had any headcanons (bc i always love how wonderful yours are 💕) about harringrove/metalsandwich and their domestic duties or strengths and preferences? like do the neighbors assume steve is the one who keeps such a lovely yard, when billy's the one tending and fretting over the flowerbed. did eddie ever buy those gargoyle yard ornaments? did steve go through an early 2000's phase and the other two had to talk him out of buying the molded hand-shaped chairs for the patio? what happens inside their home?

For some reason, Steve strikes me as the pool guy. I know it seems like something Billy would be good at and he is because of work but he didn’t grow up with a pool and he prefers the ocean. As far as buying the chemicals, measuring everything meticulously, opening and closing the pool, et cetera - that’s Steve. Steve and his sun visor and khaki shorts and flip flops going, “how’s the water?” Billy responding with, “I’m swimming in it, ain’t I?” Steve pumps his fist like a football coach watching his team score a touchdown. Dork.

Eddie is good at rigging things. Need Christmas lights up? He’s got it. He’s used to setting up PA systems for shows. To anyone else, his wires look like a chaotic mess of electronic spaghetti but he knows exactly where everything goes. So any household decorations that need some complicated setup automatically goes to him - and he loves it. Says it’s a puzzle for him to solve. If it were Billy, he would have rage quit a long time ago. Their house on Halloween is a sight to be seen.

Billy is the grill master. Just stands shirtless at the grill with a beer in one hand. He makes some good food too. It also means he doesn’t have to interact with anyone at the summer barbecue because he’s busy roasting vegetables and flipping burgers. Steve and Eddie know not to ask him when the food will be done or to break his concentration away from the grill unless they too want to be skewered alive. They can watch from the patio table and talk about more important things like how cute Billy looks in his little apron.

Steve has no sense of home decor. He thinks he knows but he doesn’t. Billy is a flea market bitch, Eddie is a ‘I found it on the side of the road’ bitch, and Steve is an ‘I ordered this from a catalog’ bitch. It gives their home an eclectic look, but every year they gotta get rid of a bunch of shit (they have a garage sale) and every time Billy and Eddie conspire to sell whatever weird lamp or vase or patio chair Steve bought for way too much money.

They all garden together, actually. They’re terrible to begin with, but learn how to do it together.

#metalsandwich #harringroveson #stilldie

[saturdaynightghostclub]

Highway Hypnosis

Chapter 2: Cold Water

Joshua Cook–Joshy–is the son of Evergreen’s postmaster. He and Jasper Stevens and I used to run around at the creek together looking for smooth stones, which we’d put in old spaghetti sauce jars filled with water so that we could open them and know the smell of the river whenever we wanted. There were only eight kids our age in the whole of Evergreen, and these were the ones I chose. I lost Jasper the summer before I stopped visiting–he got all moody and started smoking cigarettes with his older brother’s friends behind the old chapel. Joshy said it was puberty, but I thought eleven was too young for that sort of thing even then. That was the way things went for us, so I stayed in touch with Joshy through sporadic emails and birthday cards and I let Jasper go. I hope the two of them stayed friends. Joshy is supposed to meet me at Uncle Len’s house; his father was entrusted with the key, and Joshy was entrusted with my wellbeing.

The house is just as I remember it. Built on a hill, like Noah’s Ark, so that the rain doesn’t flood the garden and drown the hydrangeas. Len painted the whole thing green when he bought the place, and to his credit he seems to have kept up with it. It’s small and eclectic, even from the outside, but it’s his. It’s him, and now it’s me and it’s mine. I get out of the car to stretch my legs and end up on the front steps with my back pressed into the edge of the porch. I look out at my feet in their white shoes–too white for a place called Evergreen, population 1200–and the crunch of gravel drags my eyes to the face of Joshua Cook, which is attached to a much taller and more athletic-looking Joshy than I remember.

“That can’t be our Homecoming Queen,” he calls, shielding his eyes from the sun as he trudges up the drive. I was never anybody’s homecoming queen, but he coined the nickname when we were young enough to rationalize that, because I was a girl who came home (“home” being a relative term) every summer, I must be his.

“Joshy,” I smile, standing to meet him. He hugs me tight, a real it’s-been-too-long type of hug.

“I’m sorry about Len,” he says because he has to, and then, even though he doesn’t have to, “you must be sick to death of hearing that.” I smile and nod.

“A little. Helps when I know you actually mean it,”

Joshy digs around in his pocket for a moment before producing a ring of keys. He dangles it before me, enticing me to take it, and I do. They’re regular keys, by which I mean they’re the size and shape of everyday house keys, but I swear to God they’ve got the weight and history of cast-iron skeleton keys, like something you’d use to unlock that little room off to the side of the Cathedra where they’re supposed to keep the relics. I haven’t been a religious woman since I was old enough to know better, but for a split-second holding these keys feels like standing on the precipice of something–Heaven or Hell, I don’t yet know.

“I can head home if you want some time to settle in, but if you wanted to take a little walk into town with me, I could introduce you to some people before my shift?” Joshy says, half-question and half-suggestion, “Or maybe re-introduce you? Not much has changed around here since you left.”

“Sure,” I say, “I’m in no rush.”

Joshy is as lively and chipper as I remember, perhaps in compensation for the less-than-cheerful circumstances of our reunion. He’s grown into what my mother would call a Fine Young Man, with broad shoulders and deep brown skin. He’s wearing jeans and sensible Washingtonian boots with a soft, oversized T-shirt. His presence, as ever in step with mine, puts me at ease; he is the boy who pushed me into the river, and I am the girl who pulled him in after me.

Gradually, I am re-introduced to Margaret at the bar, Jefferson at the roadside fruit stand, and Joshy’s father Leo at the post office. The counter at the general store, which is apparently owned by a woman named Melanie, currently houses a pair of long legs whose associated body is obscured by a comically large newspaper. The owner of the paper does not lower it as we enter, and Joshy rolls his eyes.

“I’m sure you remember Moss,” he says. I don’t.

“Moss?”

“Yep. Slow to grow on you,” he explains, “put it down, asshole.”

The person–Moss–lowers the paper to reveal a lanky, dark-haired man about my own age. His eyes are big and brown, and I know them. They chased me around trees and hid behind blindfolds during silly childhood games. Before I can identify them, their owner speaks.

“Eleven years,” he says. I’m taken aback–firstly, that he appears to have kept track of the passage of time since our last interaction, and secondly that he seems instantly and acutely aware of the fact that he knows me at all.

I nod, unsure of what else to do. “Almost exactly,” I reply. The man, who I now recognize as Jasper Stevens, hasn’t broken eye contact with me since he stood up. It’s an almost competitive stare, as if daring me to break first. I’m struck at once by the desire, left over from childhood, to shove him squarely backward into the counter and the inexplicable twentysomething urge to bury myself in his arms. It’s an aspect of my psychology that I’ve never been able to come to terms with, the innate need to seek comfort from those most unwilling to give it. The absolute knowledge, beyond all reasonable doubt, that whatever’s wrong with me will be fixed if the most withholding person in the room can only take a moment’s interest in me.

Jasper tilts his head to the side, resembling for a moment a particularly precocious cocker spaniel, and then speaks again. “Are you sticking around, Andie?”

“I think so,” I say, “at least for a while.”

“You think so?”

“I know. I am,” I say stupidly, clocking all at once that, assuming Jasper works at the general store full-time, I’ll probably have to see him every time I need groceries or ant traps or hand soap. Maybe I should reconsider. Jasper only nods, though.

“That’s good. I have something of Len’s, if you’ll be around I can give it to you.”

Joshy clears his throat, glancing between us with the nervous, fluttering air of someone who’s watching their in-laws and their parents interact for the first time. “Andie, are you okay if I head out? I told Janie I’d meet her before my shift,” he says. I recall that Janie is the name of Joshy’s longtime girlfriend, and smile inwardly. Joshy and Janie.

“Totally, I’ll head back to the house in a bit.”

“Call you tomorrow,” Joshy says, squeezing my shoulder before he leaves. As the bell above the door sounds its hair-raising alarm, I’m hit by the unwelcome realization that he could have been lying. I’m not sure what puts the idea in my head; there’s certainly no reasonable basis for it. Anyway, it would be an innocuous lie, so why am I suddenly uneasy? I roll my shoulders back and straighten my spine, standing tall against I don’t know what, and watch him go before turning back to Jasper.

The boy–it’s so difficult to see a man as anything else when you’ve known him in childhood–is gazing at me thoughtfully. No, not at me–through me. For one ridiculous moment I find myself wondering if he can see the inside of my brain, the panic of thoughts rushing through it, if he’s standing inside of it and letting it flow around him like a current. Then he changes. His face softens, like someone who’s just realized all their yelling is probably scaring the children in the vicinity, and I think for a moment that he might smile.

“Long drive, you must be tired,” he says gently.

“Exhausted,” I reply, “I think I’ve been hallucinating since Idaho.”

Jasper nods, oddly serene. “My shift ends in fifteen. If you hang out for a little bit I’ll drive you home.”

It’s a tempting offer, but something about the prospect of getting into a car with him, however short the drive may be, activates some kind of winged beast in me that beats against my ribcage in protest. “I’ve spent so much time in the car lately, I’d rather walk. Thank you, though.”

Jasper, again, nods his understanding. “Hang out anyway? For old times’ sake?”

“Why are you trying to keep me here?” I ask, trying halfheartedly to stifle the note of suspicion that threatens my speech. Jasper shrugs.

“I blew it the last time, and you never came back. I don’t like to repeat my mistakes.”

#writers on tumblr #original writing #tagging this feels so uncomfortable for some reason #like tags on tumblr are for talking shit not promoting your work #anyway i hope you enjoy #spoilers this is gonna be a one man situation don’t be mad #highway hypnosis

[warningsine]

Iranian-American director Ana Lily Amirpour once said she conceived the idea for her debut film, the vampire thriller “A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night,” while skateboarding down West Coast streets one night. As her black chador whipped behind her like the wings of a bat, Amirpour had a vision of heroine: A young Iranian girl who skateboarded around the streets of the fictional Bad Town, her chador rippling behind her like a cape.

Through combining traditional and modern elements of Iranian culture, as well as including both Western and Eastern influences, Amirpour creates a masterpiece that transcends all previously drawn boundaries. “A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night” is a melting pot of influences, seen in the pairing of chador and fangs, seen in the Iranian tattoos on a crass pimp and, most importantly, seen in the soundtrack itself.

Contrasting the stark, noir aspect of the entirely black and white movie, the soundtrack of “A Girl” is an eclectic mash-up of Iranian songs, both old and new. Novel Iranian bands like Radio Tehran and Kiosk stand next to classic singers like Dariush; it’s a playlist that not only beautifully melds past and present, but also shapes the fictional world of “Bad Town.”

Much like its lack of color, “A Girl” lacks excessive dialogue, choosing instead to let its characters speak through the music that fills the negative space.

The main character, The Girl (played by Sheila Vand), is a pointed collection of contradictions: She is mostly silent, entrapped in shadows, yet the music that accompanies her pays homage to vibrant ‘80s synthpop. At the beginning of the film, The Girl dances alone in her room while Farah’s “Dancing Girls” plays; the song contains both Farsi and English lyrics, yet the techno wave of its background melody, along with the lone disco ball The Girl sways back and forth under, is reminiscent of American bands like a-ha and Blondie. Farah’s lyrics — “she’s just a normal girl / dancing to her favorite song” — create a sense of intimacy and vulnerability at odds with the fantastical vampire nightmare.

Even though the scene contains no dialogue, it speaks volumes about The Girl. Its contrasting components divulge a multi-dimensional character who moves past the flat trope of the stereotypical horror movie monster. Instead, we get a vampire who puts on makeup surrounded by muted fairy lights and saves abused prostitutes, then brutally murders an insolent pimp.

The soundtrack is not just a voice for the characters, but a shape for the movie as a whole. The largely instrumental band Ferderale makes several appearances throughout the film. The American-based ensemble is heavily influenced by soundtracks from the ‘60s & ‘70s era of Italian “Spaghetti Western” genres and, through this, allows “A Girl” to transcend cultural boundaries. Songs like “Sarcophagus” and “Black Sunday” feature dramatic orchestral declarations, bringing to mind the theatrical standoffs of iconic Old Westerns, while the underpinnings of folk melodies speak to conventional Iranian films. A spectral woman’s voice is often intermittently added as a glossy layer over the entire compilation; its echoing European opera sound traces the barren desert setting in fine lines of elegance.

Ferderale’s “Sisyphus” narrates a relatively simple, but quintessential, scene within the film: An unnamed character in drag dances with a balloon to music in a courtyard. The fringe on her button-down shirt and ostentatious silver buckle of her belt is at odds with the hijab on her head. It’s a strange juxtaposition replicated in the song as it weaves together musical elements from a variety of different eras.

The band allows the fictional Bad Town to exist within multiple spheres, blurring the lines between distinct movie genres and distinct cultures. It’s a quiet gesture, this remix of convention to include input from other cultures, but a powerful one. With “A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night,” Amirpour constructs a story without limitations; instead, it masterfully traverses the rift between Eastern and Western ideals and finds a way to mend the disconnect.

What it means to me as an Iranian woman, more than just as a good horror movie, more than even a movie empowering Iranian women, is that it celebrates the power of opportunity. It’s doubtful Amirpour would have been able to create a movie of this magnitude if her family had remained in Iran, instead of taking the chance to immigrate to Europe and, later, to California.

Even though Iran’s culture is based predominantly around the arts — seen in the timeless impact of poets like Hafiz and Saadi — its current political climate has an iron grip around the advancement of artistic expression; it places tight restrictions over any creative production, not allowing for deviation from the established norm.

Many of the artists featured on this soundtrack, though Iranian-based, produce and perform their music outside of Iran; the radical socio-political commentary found in the lyrics of songs from bands like Kiosk or Radio Tehran is explicitly forbidden in Iran. Instead of remaining silent, they chose to immigrate to Europe, Canada and (mainly) the U.S, becoming the voice of a majority of Iran’s younger generation and permitting Iranian culture to continue to progress.

In light of President Donald Trump’s recent ban on travel on seven Muslim-majority countries (Iran being one of them), pieces of art like “A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night” and its soundtrack need attention: The future of Iran lies within the ideas of its youth. When young Iranian citizens emigrate to search for new prospects, they are not fleeing from the historic culture of their homeland. Rather, their innovative ideas push the culture to evolve in order to accommodate new perspectives, redefining what it means to be Iranian.

With its multifaceted soundtrack, “A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night” represents the endlessly creative potential of the Iranian youth.

It’s an ingenuity that I saw whenever I strolled the streets in Iran: Young artists with revolutionary ideas on the brink of looking to make a life for themselves, many of them exploring the option of moving to America.  And even though the ethnocentrism in the continuing view of America as “the land of opportunity” is a problem in itself, it does not draw away from the fact that, for many bright students, closed borders means closed opportunities as well. 

#a girl walks home alone at night #Ana Lily Amirpour

[spineless-lobster]

I was tagged by @little-deathly-goose and @spaghetti-napoletana thank you both!!!!!!!

Rules: shuffle your On Repeat playlist, list the first 10 tracks and then tag people

But if an eclectic bunch I’ve got going on lol

I’ll tag @spotforme @ktsphere @wizard-beast @circusofcontrition @cat-shaped-bong and anyone else who wants to join! No pressure ofc

#tag game #music #Spotify

[roskirambles]

Horror Movie of the Day: A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night (Dokhtari dar šab tanhâ be xâne miravad, 2014)

Amongst the mythical creatures that have been represented in cinema, none hold a candle to the vampire. Equally sensuous as it is horrifying, it can take on any role; from the most vile of villains to the dreamiest of romantic leads. So… why couldn't one ride a skateboard into the night as an antihero?

In the fictional Iranian hellhole of Bad City, Arash is a struggling young man whose father Hossein has an addiction to heroin, thus making them both the target of the local drug dealer Saeed. One night, when he goes to offer Saeed a pair of diamond pendants to get back the car he recently took as payment for Hossein's debt, he finds the dealer dead… and a strange girl in a black chador coming from his apartment. A girl whom he'll run into again in the future.

Directed by Ana Lily Amirpour, this Persian language mixture of a Spaghetti Western with the vampire genre is as peculiar as such a combination of genres would suggest. From the very title of the film there's a sense of misdirection, as the implication would usually be one of danger for the girl when in reality she IS the danger. As much of an impromptu vigilante preying on men disrespectful to women as she is a loner who gets a kick from messing with kids and rides as skateboard, the character has an iconic appearance in spite (or perhaps because) of the simplicity in display. The world she inhabits is equally mysterious, filled with empty streets and broken inhabitants where vice seems the norm. In contrast, the courtship she has with Arash has a genuine tenderness, yet tension and ambiguity that reminds me quite a bit of Let the right one in (2008).

Deeply atmospheric, sparse in dialogue and accompanied by one eclectic soundtrack, it's quite an acquired taste that can be hard what to make of. One thing for sure, though, is that it's images will stay with you for a while.

#halloween #horror movies #vampire fiction #western #ana lily amirpour #sheila vand #a girl walks home alone at night #roskirambles

[dustyhyena]

FINALLY got around to posting those emoji commissions! had fun with these :D

commissions for @katloveslink, @eclectic-spaghetti, @/nebdabun (twitter) and @crystalinerage !

#dusty art #commissions #emojis #emoji commissions #these r closed for rn but i plan to reopen soon!

[takerfoxx]

Hey.

Surprise! Here's the final piece of the Walpurgis Nights crew watch The Rebellion Story!

Reminder:

G=Gretchen

H=Homulilly

Op=Ophelia

Ok=Oktavia

Ca=Candeloro/Mami

Ch=Charlotte

...

The room that Homulilly shared with her girlfriend Kriemhild Gretchen was an eclectic mix of Gretchen’s love for bright and cheery colors and Homulilly’s preference for the macabre, from the gothic desk lamp surrounded by tiny glass kittens to the imitation human skull adorned with a crown of daisies. A newcomer might find their spirits uplifted by how warm and welcoming it was, only to then feel quite unsettled once they noticed the more gloomy bits of décor.

Not now, though. Now it was all gloomy, and for once the reason was Gretchen.

The lights were out, the curtains drawn, and Gretchen was seated on the side of the bed, shoulders slumped in misery, her legs lying in limp curls all over the floor like wet spaghetti noodles. Her face was all blotchy from crying.

Homulilly’s chest tightened up. Carefully shutting the door behind her, she walked over to Gretchen, careful to not step on any of her legs, and sat down next to her.

“Um, are you...okay?” Homulilly said, folding her hands in her lap.

Swallowing hard, Gretchen stared down at the spiral patterns her legs had formed on the floor. “Yeah. But um, not really. I don't know.”

Fortunately, the two of them knew each other so well that Homulilly didn’t have any difficulty sorting out what Gretchen meant. Gretchen was fine in that she wasn’t hurt, in any danger, and would probably be fine before too long, but she was very upset and feeling really confused.

“Are you mad at me?” Homulilly said.

Sniffling, Gretchen grabbed a tissue from the box on the nightstand and blew her nose. “A little. But not really,” she said as she tossed it into the wastebasket.

Homulilly considered that answer. Everything in the movie had been so confusing in how to related to the residents of the house that it was hard to separate the two.

“Are you...more upset about what Homura did to Madoka, or what she did to herself?” she said.

Gretchen made a face. “I...I’m not sure. I mean, why did she do that to her? To Madoka, I mean. She was getting her happy ending! They were going to be together. Like us! Isn’t that what she wanted?”

Before Homulilly could respond, Gretchen immediately launched into the rebuttal. “And I know! Kyubey would try again! But did she have to do it like that? Couldn’t she have gone with Madoka and then they could’ve come up with something together after?”

Homulilly shrugged. “Maybe. But I don't think Homura wanted that.”

“Why?”

“I think...I think Homura just...broke. I think she was so messed up by...by everything that had been done to her, everything she went through that she...couldn’t take it anymore.”

“Okay, but why do that?”

“Because it was the only way she could have any control over anything.”

Her brow furrowing, Gretchen glanced over to Homulilly in confusion.

“Think about it,” Homulilly urged. “Everything she tried, she failed. Going back in time didn’t work. She had to watch you...um, watch Madoka die over and over again. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t win. And then Madoka made her big, witch-erasing wish, it took her away from Homura for good. She lost again.”

Now Gretchen was fully turned toward Homulilly, silently listening.

“It’s like what we said earlier. I think Homura told Kyubey about Madoka and the wishes because she was so miserable in the new world without Madoka that she was almost hoping that he’d do something like what he did. She wanted Madoka back. But when he did, it ended up being in the worst way possible. Even when she got what she wanted, she still lost!”

Letting out a long and slow exhale, Homulilly said, “No matter what she did, she always ended up as a pawn in someone else’s agenda. Even going with Madoka wouldn’t have changed that.”

Gretchen fell silent, mulling over Homulilly’s words. Then she sniffed, blew her nose, and muttered, “I…I get it. At least I think I do. I just don’t think…I don’t think she should have done what others were doing to her. And I definitely don’t like how she was calling herself evil! Hasn’t the world been cruel enough to her, without her being cruel to herself?”

Homulilly found herself thinking back to her first few years as, well, herself, back when she and Gretchen had found themselves in the care of the Freehaven Integration Bureau. She had not liked herself very much back then, and it had taken a lot of work from both herself and those around her to help work past all those doubts and insecurities to accept herself for who she was. She could only imagine the absolute depths of the self-loathing that plagued Homura Akemi.

“Maybe we should stop, then,” she said. “Charlotte was right. This was a bad idea.”

“Stop?” Despite how much the movie had distressed her, Gretchen seemed even more upset by the idea of not finishing it. “We can’t! We can’t just leave things like that!”

“But what if what happens next is even worse?”

Again Gretchen did not respond, though her curling legs suddenly lay flat, indicating that she was deep in thought.

Then, so suddenly that it took Homulilly by surprise, she sprang up, all twelve legs lifting her almost all the way to the ceiling.

“Then at least we’ll know,” she said, the determination evident in her voice. “But I can’t have all that eating at my mind. I need to know how it turns out.”

For as sweet and unassuming as Gretchen was, when she had her mind set on something, it was impossible to deter her. And honestly, Homulilly did agree. “Okay,” she said, standing up as well. “Let’s finish this nightmare.”

…

=Homulilly and Gretchen return=

G: Hey.

Op: Oh, uh, hi.

Ca: Gretchen, are you-

G: I’m fine. I’m sorry I ran out like that.

Op: And are you two-

H: We talked it over. We’re okay.

Op: Okay. Because if you want to stop…

G: I told you. I need to see how this ends. I can’t just leave things like that. But I promise I won’t run out again.

Ok: Okay then. Um, let’s again remind ourselves that this is an alternate Bad Future and none of this actually happened, and we’re all happy together, okay?

Ca: Agreed.

Op: Right there with yah, babe.

Ch: Sounds good to me.

G: Yes. Right. This didn’t happen.

Ch: Well, if you believe in multiverse theory-

H: Just play the movie.

…

Ch: Okay, so, we’re in the real world now?

Ca: I think so. Albeit one that Homura’s…overwritten.

G: What does that even mean? Is she God now? And don’t call her the Devil!

Op: Why are you looking at me? I wasn’t going to say it.

Ok: You were thinking it.

Op: I was thinking it a little.

…

H: Well, apparently the new God likes to have tea parties in the middle of the street.

Ok: For reasons.

Ca: Oh. It’s…me. Well, at least I’m still alive.

Ok: What the hell was that blue mouse thing?

Ca: Um, that was…one of Charlotte’s familiars.

Ch: I-

Op: What was it doing outside of a labyrinth? Actually, you know what? I don’t care. My weird threshold has been thoroughly maxed out.

H: How do you even remember what her familiars look like? Wasn’t that over twenty years ago?

Ca: Believe me, some things still out in the memory.

Ok: Wait, I changed first, right? Did I have familiars?

Ca: You two merged pretty quickly, and by then we were done with the familiars.

Ok: So, me and Charlotte joined souls before anyone else.

=thoughtful pause=

Ch: I refuse to entertain this line of thought any further.

Ok: Ouch. Tell me how you really feel.

Ch: Oh, for the love of…

…

H: Who am I talking to?

Op: Um, the waiter? Yourself?

Ok: Oh! There goes your cup.

Ch: Clumsy God.

Ca: Is that feather from Homura’s wing? How’d I-Never mind.

…

Op: Oh. I’m here, now. Feeding the birds.

Ok: That you are.

Op: Yup. Just me feeding the fucked-up birds that I suppose I can actually see.

Ch: You don’t seem very concerned.

Op: Maybe they just look like magpies to me?

Ok: It is nice of you to be so sharing with the unholy abominations.

Op: Oh, thanks a lot, you fucked-up children! Made me waste an apple! Ungrateful little brats.

Ch: You do look kind of cool looking over everyone from that tree, though.

Op: I always look cool. Looking cool is my default. Get on my level, scrubs.

…

Ok: Oh. Me.

G: You look angry.

Ok: Well, apparently I have a bullshit detector.

Ca: We’re not going to see another fight, are we?

Ch: It’s a little late in the movie for another action scene.

Op: Besides. Homura would absolutely wipe the floor with her.

Ok: Hey!

Op: Sorry, babe. But she’s God now. You’re just a little outclassed.

Ok: Hey, I can beat up a god. Just watch me. Bring me a god right now, and I’ll beat them up.

H: You sure you want to go?

Ok: You’re no god.

H: Are you sure about that? Maybe I’ve been one this whole time and just never told anyone.

=Charlotte eyes her suspiciously=

…

Ch: On the one hand, you really got to admire how fluid the animation is. On the other, what the hell is she doing with her hands?

Ok: You do weird things with your hands all the time!

Ch: I’m autistic. It’s called stimming. Homura’s just doing it to be dramatic.

Op: She is pretty extra, not gonna lie.

G: Wait, she only captured my human part? What about the rest of me?

Op: Dunno. Maybe it’s still there. Being God.

Ok: So, there’s two Gods now?

Ch: More God and-

=Gretchen glares=

Ch: -and okay, never mind.

…

G: You’re not evil! Stop calling yourself-Huh?

Ch: And Homura’s familiars have all decided to take a swan dive. Would that even kill them?

Op: Somehow, that’s less disturbing than how much they’re smiling.

Ok: WOW! She’s leaning in awfully close! Personal bubble, come on!

Ch: See? She just likes being dramatic.

H: Do I ever get that dramatic?

Op: You have your moments, but this is way over the top.

Ok: Oh, so Sayaka can just summon me up whenever she needs someone’s ass kicked. Gotta admit, I don’t know how I feel about that.

Ch: It does raise a lot of weird questions about the connection between Puella Magi and witches.

Op: At least she didn’t stab her own heart out this time.

Ch: I don’t know. That was pretty metal.

G: You guys are sick.

…

Ok: Oh, hang on, what is she doing to me?

H: Oh, no.

Ca: I have a feeling that she’s wiping Sayaka’s memories.

Ok: I did not consent to this!

Op: None of us did.

H: I’m starting to…I’m really starting to dislike where this is-Wait, did I just get beaned by a tomato?

Ch: Her own familiars threw it. That is some deep self-loathing.

H: What is it going to take? When will you finally be satisfied?

Op: Starting to have second thoughts?

H: I already did. Look, I’m not going say I didn’t enjoy what I-Damn. What she did to Kyubey. But brainwashing everyone is too far!

G: Homulilly…

H: And she is just playing into the whole “Devil” thing way too hard! Oh, look at me, I’m so edgy, I’m dancing around in a skanky black dress calling myself evil! Why don’t you get a pipe organ going while you’re at it?

G: I liked the dress, though…

Ch: Would this be a bad time to point around that they again have me prancing around in the background like the idiot child I’ve been made out to be?

H: Yes. You’ve had your turn to complain about your other self. Now it’s mine.

…

Op: And…memories gone!

Ok: So, wait, did I just never die now? Are all my cool Archangel powers gone?

Ca: It does seem to be-

G: Oh! Hitomi.

Ok: And violin-boy. Super.

Op: Well, they’re not surprised to see you, so I guess literally everything got wiped away.

G: Look, she’s crying! She still cares about them!

Ok: Well, yeah. They were my friends. Er, still are, I guess.

Op: At least you’ve moved on. Hey, wait, are we still together?

Ok: Oh, if Homura wiped that out, then I going to be so…

…

Ch: Your teacher is still on that bullshit.

Ca: Nice to know some things never change.

H: Is there…Is there a specific reason why Homura’s in the class? She literally rewrote the universe and set herself up as its new Dark God. She doesn’t have to go to school!

Op: Besides, with all that timelooping she’s done, she ought to have enough credits to graduate any university a dozen times over.

Ok: Pretty sure doing and redoing the same section in your textbook over and over again doesn’t equal a degree’s worth of knowledge.

G: Oh, wait, what? Why am I…

Ch: Did…Hang on, wasn’t Homura the transfer student?

G: I guess…she switched our places?

H: Why does she looks so maliciously bored, though? Isn’t this what she wanted?

Ch: Finally got the whole universe rearranged just how she wants, and it still feels like she’s just going through the motions.

…

Op: Well, give Madoka credit. Day one and she’s already assembled a harem.

Ok: Jealous much?

Op: Nah. Mine’s bigger and less…underaged.

G: You have a harem?

Ch: Have you seen the girls at her studio fawn over her?

Ok: It’s the suits.

Op: And the swagger. Ladies love a confident woman who knows how to dress.

G: Wait, a grade-schooler? Did that girl just say Madoka looks like a grade-schooler?

Ch: Um, yes?

G: Well, she’s wrong! I am definitely not a kid!

Ok: Well, your style is a little more grown-up than Madoka’s is. And hey, she really is like fourteen, so that’s technically a kid.

G: Not a grade-schooler, though! And I’m the same age as those girls are! Um, I mean, she is.

Op: Hey, Homulilly. Wouldn’t that mean-

H: There is no force in this universe or any other than could compel me to get involved in this conversation.

Op: Noted.

…

Op: And the Queen Bee arrives to scatter off the competition.

G: Oh, thank goodness.

Ok: Come on. Don’t you want a bunch of pretty girls as admirers?

G: No! They were being weird!

H: Yes, because Homura is so much better.

Op: Wow. You soured on her fast!

H: If she had just stuck to regaining Madoka and ruining Kyubey then it would at least be understandable. But now she’s brainwashing people, erasing their memories, and changing their lives to create her perfect world. That’s too far.

Ok: Um, would I sound crazy if I said that I still kind of get it?

=everyone stares at her=

Ok: Okay, just hear me out. I know what she’s doing is fucked up. But look at just how much she’s been jerked around by literally everyone and everything. No matter what she did, no matter how hard she fought, no matter what she suffered and sacrificed, it was ruined by stuff that she couldn’t control. So she snapped and took all the control. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t at least get it.

Ch: Um, can’t say I really disagree, but did you catch the part about her switching up Madoka’s life so Madoka was the one who was gone for a long time?

Ok: Yeah?

Ch: So, wouldn’t that meant that she kind of erased Madoka and Sayaka’s friendship? Maybe as a way to get Sayaka permanently out of the way?

Ok: Oh. Oh, wow.

H: That’s what I mean. She’s…basically playing dolls with all of you. And while I do still understand it, it doesn’t really justify any of it.

Ca: Maybe this isn’t about what’s morally right or wrong. Maybe it’s not about good guys or bad guys. Maybe it’s about what happens when someone is unfairly pushed too far for too long and is never allowed to win.

…

Ok: They’re just really driving in the whole creepy vibe, aren’t they?

H: Was that closeup of her mouth really necessary?

Op: You know, for someone who literally rewrote the universe to give herself what she always wanted, you’d think she’d be enjoying it more.

Ok: Um…phrasing.

Op: That’s not what I mean! I mean, why is she being so weirdly distant and standoffish? She got the Madoka that she wanted, everything that was in the way now isn’t, literally nothing can keep her from finally making this…whatever it is work. So why is she acting so weird about it?

Ch: Well, if I had to guess, maybe she doesn’t know how to do it any other way? I mean, she’s done the whole Reset Time, Protect Madoka thing for so long, she probably can’t turn it off.

H: Also, she hates herself.

Ok: Wow.

H: I mean it. Remember that tomato? She hates herself for what she did, so she can’t even let herself enjoy it! This is her first meeting with the new Madoka, and she’s already sabotaging things!

Op: Damn.

Ch: That’s a good point. And didn’t she also do the same thing back in her witch’s labyrinth? I mean, that also was her version of a perfect world.

G: That’s sad. She deserves so much better.

H: Well, maybe she did…

G: She still does! Candeloro was right. She got pushed too far!

…

Ch: Oh, hang on. Is she remembering?

Op: Well, here’s a twist.

H: That got reaction out of Homura. She definitely didn’t expect this!

G: So am I going to get my powers back?

=cooldown hug=

G: Oh. Guess not.

Ok: Wait, did you want her to remember? Because that would probably lead to a fight!

Ch: God, can you imagine what that fight would look like? Probably rip the world to shreds.

H: I don’t think they would fight, even then.

Op: How would you resolve this, then?

H: I…am very glad that I don’t actually have to come up with an answer to that question.

Ch: …so, are the ribbons symbolic of something, or…

…

Ok: Is there a word for when something is really sad but also really fucked-up in a disturbing sort of way?

Op: The Rebellion Story.

Ch: =snorts back laughter=

Ca: And the sun sets on an oblivious city.

Ok: Oh, hello! Is that us meeting?

Op: Thanks for spilling my pocky.

Ok: No matter what the universe, nothing can keep us apart!

Ch: Aaannnddd a bunch of random familiars, just hanging out!

H: I’m thinking that they’re Homura’s minions now.

Ch: Oh. Great. Me.

Op: About to be crushed by cheese. How appropriate.

Ca: No, I’m there to save you! So we can be together as well!

=everyone stares=

Ca: Granted, in a purely…platonic sense. Because…I got nothing.

Ch: Shoulda just let me get crushed.

Ok: It’s how you always wanted to go.

…

Ch: Okay, that way to Good Morning, and that way to the Country of Sweets?

Ok: I kind of wanna see what that second one is like.

Op: I’m more interested in Good Morning. Is the whole place just perpetually stuck in the AM hours?

G: Oh! It’s my family!

Op: Well, at least you’re all back together and…about to get crushed by all those boxes. Seriously, what’s with huge piles of stuff just tumbling down in slow motion?

H: Maybe Homura messed up the gravity settings.

Ok: Um, what’s that spinning thing above the city?

Ch: Big Sister is watching you!

Op: And the Godoka statue. Because symbolism.

Ok: And…Wow, it’s over!

H: Thank! God.

Ok: Oka.

=Homulilly glares=

Ok: Sorry.

Ch: And roll credits!

Op: This song is way too cheery for what we were just subjected to.

Ok: And that’s not even getting to the visuals. Did the people who put this together even watch the film?

…

Op: Oh. An after-credits scene. That’s neat.

H: Oh, damn it.

Ok: Hey, it’s you!

H: No, it’s not!

Ch: Is there a reason why that hill has half of itself just missing?

H: Is there a reason why Homura set her chair all the way on the edge?

Ca: And the rat is here. Fantastic.

Op: Oh. More dancing. That’s-WOW!

Ok: Oh-ho-ho! Kyubey got fucked up!

H: At least she did that. I’ll give her that much.

G: Wait, huh?

Op: Um…

Ok: Did Homura just take a swan dive off a cliff?

Ch: More of a long tilt, and…Um.

H: …well, it’s not like it’ll kill her.

Op: Yeah, but I still have many questions.

Ch: It’s probably symbolic of her paradoxical self-loathing. Here she is, finally having gained everything she ever wanted, her greatest enemy lies defeated while she dances in victory with the symbol of her newfound power, and she caps it off by symbolically committing suicide. You know, like her familiars did earlier!

Op: No, I get that, it’s just…why?

Ch: I just said why.

Op: Not the writers, her! Why did she just off a cliff? It can’t hurt her, she’ll just end up lying at the bottom looking foolish. Why?

Ok: Probably just to be dramatic.

Op: Kind of pointless to do it without an audience.

Ch: You mean like us? We’re watching.

Op: Yeah, but does she know that?

Ch: I don’t know. Probably.

=silence=

Ok: Did anyone else feel a sharp chill running down your back?

…

Ch: Well, that’s…that’s the movie. That’s a look of how we all would have ended up if you all didn’t turn into witches while fighting me.

Ok: Hey, Candy. You said I was the first one to witch out, and that set the rest of you off, right?

Ca: Uh, r-right.

Ok: Okay. Well, you’re welcome.

=simultaneous sigh=

Op: Any thoughts?

H: Plenty. But most of them really should be told to a therapist.

Ch: Okay, I’m tearing the bandage off. Homura. Let’s talk about her.

G: Don’t.

H: No, we should. And you guys don’t need to remind me that it wasn’t really me. I know that. But it’s still pretty hard to watch.

G: What happened to her was horrible! No one should ever be pushed to that point.

Ok: Yeah, not gonna lie, I still don’t know how I feel about what she did. I mean, on the one hand, I do kind of get it, and sure, everyone’s alive again and all happy together, but on the other…

H: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I’m glad that she finally made Kyubey pay. But I can’t excuse what she did to all of you. She stole your memories and rebuilt your lives the way she wanted them to be, in a manner that was convenient for her. That’s just…not okay.

Ch: I think Candeloro had an interesting point earlier. Maybe Homura had been pushed to a point where moral judgments don’t really apply anymore.

H: Wait, so you’re saying that if someone suffers enough, they should have free reign to do whatever they please?

Ch: Of course not. I’m saying her case is unique. And it kind of is outside of our jurisdiction to judge.

H: But it was your lives she was playing with! Sayaka and Madoka were best friends, and she just took all of that away! Everything you had all fought for, everything you had endured-

Op: Lilly, she’s not saying Homura was justified, she’s saying that this whole situation is way out of her wheelhouse. It’s like trying to judge the Ideal Witches from our limited perspective.

Ca: I don’t know. I can think of a few things they can be judged for.

H: Well, I’d say even Homura agrees with me, seeing how much she still hated herself.

Ok: I’m just saying I can’t see her as evil, or whatever she’s calling herself.

Ch: There’s this saying I read once. ‘A child neglected by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth.’ Basically, it was a cautionary tale about mistreating someone for too long.

H: But who was mistreating her? Like I said, I’m totally on board with her screwing over the Incubators. It’s just what she did to her friends that I have a problem with!

G: Then I guess what happened to all of us was for the best. We avoided that fate. And Homura, Madoka, Sayaka, Kyoko, Mami, and, um…D-Did we get a name for you?

Ch: I’d like to be left out of that list.

G: Right. Well, whoever you were, we all got our happy ending. None of that stuff happened!

Ch: Yeah, uh, speaking of which: fuck that kid!

Op: Wow. Speaking of self-loathing.

Ch: Ugh, it’s just so…You all were recognizable. But for me, they went with literally the most annoying depiction possible!

Op: Uh, who is ‘they’?

Ch: The writers!

Op: Right. The writers. Who are writing out our lives.

=long silence=

Ch: Well, those are some fucked-up implications.

Ok: Well, on the bright side, I’d like to say at the very least, Sayaka and Kyoko made for an awesome duo. So they got that much right!

G: I wish I had more to do.

Ok: You were literally God.

G: But I didn’t even know that until the end! And then only for like thirty seconds!

H: See what I mean?

Op: I liked the Cake Song. Can we rewatch the part with the Cake Song?

Ch: No.

Ok: I’m still going to go to bat for the soundtrack, though. There were some awesome tunes.

Op: Cakey. Cakey. Round cakey…

Ok: And some utterly bizarre ones.

Ch: The animation was fantastic. Trippy, but fantastic.

Op: That gun battle was amazing.

H: That part was cool.

Ca: And who won?

H: You’re not going to let that go, are you?

G: Well, as…upsetting as the end might have been, the story isn’t finished. It does seem like there’s supposed to be a follow-up. So maybe all those problems will be fixed!

H: I hope so.

Ok: Well, until then, I guess we can go get caught up and watch the show-

Everyone: NO!

#wn rebellion mst

[hoodieimp]

ok so we’re both excited for bendy and the dangan ronpa dark revival but tell me honestly, are you expecting it to actually be *good?*

("Bendy and the Dangan Ronpa" got me Good, thanks dhkahxkdjxkd)

Honestly?? I have no idea. The trailers have LOOKED super polished graphics-wise, but ofc "good graphics" ain't the be-all end-all (and ngl my shitty old school laptop will probably force me to Crustify the resolution aaaall the way down just so it can run without lagging itself to death lmao...I desperately need a better graphics card)

The Meatly did mention on Twitter that the combat has been improved, so I'm seriously hoping that they're gonna put their money where their mouths are in that regard.

Story-wise? I have no idea what to expect. I'd personally prefer if they Didn't try to push any more retcons of existing lore, but aside from that???? I'm just curious to see where the heck they take this series

#batdr #asks #eclectic-spaghetti #sorry I'm late I was off playing Boggle #idk how Cohorently I worded this but hdjshx #I've kinda lost most of my emotional investment in BatIM over the years #so if it's good then great! #but if it's not then eh whatever #I Do hope they didn't just put those three years of work into Just the Graphics tho

[oofmilk]

I’m unsure how well this will work considering I don’t exactly know too much about most of your fandoms, but if you’re having a shitty day I’d be glad to try drawing something for you if it’d cheer you up at all :)

wah sammy that’s so nice but it was more so just a general bitch. i just hate my job in general, i’m doing good :•)

#eclectic-spaghetti #jupiter answers

[larryfanfiction]

Do you have any recommendations of College/Uni AU’s.

Yes! Check out the uni tag on our blog. There’s more under the same tag on our ask blog here. And here are some more recent ones:

College/Uni AUs

The First Year by parmahamlarrie (46k)

When Louis Tomlinson was assigned a first year student to be his roommate for his final year at the University of Manchester, his expectations were low. All he needed was a cheap place to sleep and keep his stuff amidst his nights out, willing his brain to forget his past. He never expected Harry Styles to become his eclectic, sweet, and cuddly best friend. That was never the plan.

voicemail sings a wreck by falsegoodnight (37k)

Louis is the president of the biggest omega sorority on campus, Harry is the president of the biggest alpha fraternity on campus, and they do not get along.

All Your Mates Are Here by LadyLondonderry (36k)

 "The pack is... It's folding, Harry." Like every werewolf does when they get to a new town, Harry joined one of the many local packs when he started university. Now, three years into his program, he's hit with the news that his pack is giving up, going their separate ways. In the wake of the holidays, the three single wolves from the Majestic pack are pointed in the direction of a new pack to join; one that's got struggles of its own. A new pack, a new house, and two new roommates with personal space issues... Plus exams, of course. Happy Christmas, here's to many more.

Look What You've Done To Me by Kikiberoski16 (33k)

Harry is Louis’ new dorm roommate and debate team member. Louis has to balance falling in love and winning the debate championship.

Higher, Further, Faster by hazzahtomlinson (31k)

Or the one where Harry decides to go to college regardless of what his team warns him about and has to face the consequences, some of which aren’t so terrible after all. There's anger, confusion, laughter and love. Mix in a bit of FIFA and a boy who plays soccer at the college Harry goes to and it just might be the happily ever after he didn’t know he wanted.

both feet off the ground by Stylespaynesme (16k)

Harry hates his best friend Zayn's new friend Louis, but when an unexpected injury lands Zayn in the hospital, Harry finds himself forced to spend a lot more time with his competition.

if it looks like, feels like, tastes like love... by tempolarriefics (16k)

the one where harry and louis hate each other but pretend to date to be able to live in university 'family housing', zayn and liam are their nosy next door neighbors, and niall is the friend who made it all happen.

Nothing's Scarier Than Losing You by alltheselights (15k)

When Louis and Harry run into each other at a Halloween party two months after their breakup, they’re reminded of how rude, infuriating, and utterly perfect for each other they are.

When You Wish by FallingLikeThis (9k)

Harry Styles is a regular uni student who's perfectly content with his unremarkable existence. That is, until he buys an old oil lamp that just happens to have a wish-granting genie inside. Now, he's realising that he's not quite as happy as he once thought he was. It's too bad that the one thing he wants is the one thing a wish can't give him.

Can't Buy My Love, Can Buy Me Dinner by LadyAJ_13 (9k)

Is it ethical to accept a dinner date for the free food? And will you hate me when I go anyway? Fact 1: Louis hates Harry Styles. Fact 2: Louis is temporarily living off toast and spaghetti hoops. Fact 3: ...Louis may be semi-accidentally dating his worst enemy.

"Why WAS There a Street Sign on the Floor?" by parmahamlarrie (5k)

Louis Tomlinson's been pining after his high school sweetheart Harry Styles ever since their painful split before the two went their separate ways for college. Will they let the Gator/'Noles rivalry keep them apart? Or will one night of football change the course for them in this game we call love?

we're a slow burning tune by sitandadmire (3k)

AU. Louis is a Reaper and Harry is an Immortal. They meet at a college party.

Eco-Friendly by amomentoflove (3k)

the one where Harry just wants to get through one college year with a good roommate

Ghostly Intervention by lululawrence (666)

Louis insists his dorm room is haunted. Harry doesn't really believe him, but if Louis comes to him every time the "ghost" comes, he's not going to complain either.

#uni

[heybiji]

Asks (Favorite Things)

Nearest thing to me that is also my favorite would be the book Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino. It's the book that got me back into reading after a long dry spell.

OH! Signs from M. Night Shyamalan. I've probably seen it at LEAST 50 times. One of those "everything has its place" kinda movies. After that, maybe Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb, and Dog Day Afternoon. They're all kinda stationary movies, I guess (other than Truman). I love love love movies! I have way more movies that I'll watch if I get the opportunity but I could go on and on. ok i'm gonna go on and on. couple more. Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Jaws. The Truman Show.

Favorite soup is a toughie, uhhhh, ooo, maybe ramen, or tomato if I got a grilled cheese. I'll take just about any soup, I'm a broth bitch.

I haven't gotten to play many classes yet (only Warlock, Bard, and Barbarian), but I'm going to guess it's always going to be Warlock purely due to the flavor. I love a sold soul, I love to explore conditional love and loyalty. I'd like to try a GOO Warlock sometime! I haven't gotten to play Paladin yet, but I think I may dig that too purely for flavor reasons. Generally, I'm gonna like something with magic and a promise involved haha

cactus cat

I work almost exclusively digital, so I guess digital is my favorite (program: Clip Studio Paint). Though I've been getting into acrylic paint, sorta, at least to make fake anime cels. My least favorite is probably oils. I'm just not patient enough.

Snack, oh man, I became full of lust for poptarts recently.

Something cool I saw recently... the sun. I live in the pacific northwest so the sun is a rare sight.

Thank you so so much!

oh god, okay, my music taste is. eclectic.

I'll just list off some artists I've been listening to a lot. I think I like a lot of old stuff, lotta folk.

The Turtles, Stevie Wonder, Townes Van Zandt (i really like outlaw country music and specifically Townes), The Coasters, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Fall Out Boy, Panic! at the Disco, Otis Redding, so so many musicals i love musicals, spaghetti western soundtracks, Childish Gambino, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, The Beatles (my mom is obsessed with The Beatles so I inherited it I guess), The Jones Sisters, Kid Cudi, and again a LOT of musicals.

honestly a lot of it is "does this remind me of one of my characters/stories?" and if the answer is yes i become obsessed with it

Thank you so much for sending me these asks!!!

#ask biji #text post #thank you so much for sending me asks #i really appreciate it!!

[burlveneer-music]

of Tropique - Buster Goes West - Tokyo band’s playful mash-up of South American, Caribbean, and (spaghetti) Western musical styles

Debuting on Electric Cowbell Records, comes the first full-length release from Tokyo’s “of Tropique!” A marvelous album full of wonderful and eclectic tropical-infused instrumental tunes. Teppei Kondo’s spirited vintage clarinet often takes centerstage, propelled by a pulsating rhythm section that includes guest spots from guitarist Rolando Bruno and percussionist Mutsumi Kobayashi from Japan’s premier neo-Cumbia group, Minyo Crusaders. The sound of the album is impossible to describe in words, it is lovely throughout, and has a playful, exotic vibe that echoes old cartoon and spaghetti Western soundtracks with a particular Afro-Caribbean flair. “Buster Goes West” is a fearless album filled with lots of turns and twists and a special magic like an imagined voyage through tropical islands where each shoreline reveals a zany new discovery that will leave you wonderstruck. of Tropique is a Tokyo based instrumental band formed by four crazy Japanese who play clarinet, guitar, bass, drums, percussion, keys, and lots of other stuff. Their music is pop, funky, exotic, and weird enough to take you on a little trip to the peculiar side of Tokyo, one of the most bizarre cities in the world.

#of Tropique #exotica #japan #2023 #electric cowbell #afro-caribbean #latin music #cumbia #folk #pop

[stealthrockdamage]

(It's easier to do this in an ask)

Anime recs, feel free to ignore any you've already seen and/or have no interest in:

- Cowboy Bebop: I feel like this doesn't need an introduction, but regardless, it's a Jazz-inspired neo-noir mixed with a spaghetti Western set in space, following a ragtag team of eternally penniless bounty hunters as they coast from job to job

- Samurai Champloo: another outing from Bebop's Shinichiro Watanabe, Champloo is set in early Edo period Japan and follows the trio of ronin Jin, Kyushu swordsman Mugen, and teahouse serving girl Fuu as they search for a mysterious man from Fuu's past

- Space Dandy: yet another Watanabe project, this one follows a group of alien hunters who find themselves often in various zany and wacky misadventures as they explore the universe. Thought ostensibly a comedy, it has the most eclectic stories of the three with a wide range of genres, themes, and messages explored across the series, and is my personal favorite of the three

- Samurai 7: a project celebrating the 50th anniversary of Akira Kurosawa's Seven Samurai, it's essentially a retelling of the movie set in a science-fantasy universe featuring superhuman samurai and giant mechanized war machines. It can be a bit dry but I very much recommend it.

- The Boy and the Beast: this one's a movie. It follows a young boy who finds himself in an idyllic world inhabited by humanoid animals that know no war or violence. He's apprenticed to a rowdy, unkempt bear-like swordsman and together help each other move past their respective shortcomings. Gorgeous animation and a very touching personal story about choosing family.

- Planetes: set in the near-future, this sci-fi office drama follows a team of astronauts responsible for removing debris from orbit. On the surface a simple romantic-comedy, the series is incredibly deep and manages to handle with great care and respect topics like environmentalism, man's place in the universe and whether we have a right to act upon it, political and economic oppression, whether acts of terror can ever be justified, the psychological and physiological cost of moving into space, and more. Absolutely a 10/10 in my humble opinion

- Megalo Box: a sports anime set in the near future (are you noticing a pattern), this is yet another modern take on a classic series, this time the boxing manga Ashita no Joe. Megalo BOX follows "Joe" (real name unknown), as he rises from a complete nobody in the slums outside the city to the upper echelons of the Megaloboxing league, a sport similar to boxing wherein fighters wear powered exoskeletons that augment their strength and speed. Tackles classic themes of sportsmanship, the price of fame, the pride of athletes, as well as themes of economic disparity and social inequality. Pretty much the only sports anime I've ever watched and so much more than that in so many ways.

I have a lot more if you're interested

HI SORRYU I DIDN'T ANSWER THIS FOR AGES... THANK U FOR THIS LIST... i have heard very great things abt cowboy bebop in particular i know i Gotta see that one for sure...

#caijuu #ask