yknow what i love. the differences between curt and owen,,, that really aren’t that different at all.
here’s what i mean:
owen sings the reprise of the coldest goodbye,,, While curt sings a reprise (of sorts) of spies are forever.
i just like that,, and i feel like each of those fit their characters pretty well. curt sings saf because he Is a spy and he doesn't really question what he’s working for or his beliefs like owen did after (and i feel like even Before as well) he fell in 1957.. spies are forever is more about things going 'well' in a way,, the lyrics aren't as sad as the coldest goodbye,, and ofc paired with what’s going on on stage, everything is going pretty good for them there,, and i think it’s safe to say that curt is the more optimistic of the two of them while owen is more negative (with good reason) and because of this, the coldest goodbye reprise fits owen really well too because it's like the lyrics of saf, but turned and twisted to be negative and sad., and that's basically what happened to owen when he fell. he got betrayed and his beliefs changed (or his suspicions were just proven right). this isn't super detailed but i just,, really like it yknow. and i feel like it makes sense.
also ik that the coldest goodbye is Basically a reprise of spies are forever in itself,, but they're still different enough to where i feel it still makes sense and makes a difference.. and ofc that also plays into it as mentioned.
but yeah there’s This.. and that’s not even getting to how spies are forever and one step ahead are Literally the same song too.
i love the music in spies so much.
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Skyward Sword has the best Zelda soundtrack and no one can convince me otherwise
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only thing i know for certain is that if "breaking bad" took place during modern times, jesse would've used his cash to buy a drone and there would've been a sick ass sequence filmed from drone perspective and one episode cold open would've been all scary and sinister and it would end with an ominous shot of the drone laying all crushed and fucked up on the floor to imply harm done to jesse. and it would be really sad
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The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.
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some of us just don’t want to read problematic white authors so ao3 is our only option 🤷♀️
oh there is no saving youse
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I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -
I am fine with "the audience" -
downloading my fics
printing my fics
copy/pasting or screenshotting my fics
sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3
making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss
doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc
I am not fine with "the audience"
doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity
feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever
Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.
Enjoy the fandom things.
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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