"1-800-Sins" by R.I.P. gives me the vibe of like secret detective or smth. Like some alley way & talking with thugs, and just trying to make the world a better place.
But. In a secretive manner
Ooooufh I like that … Betty perhaps
That entire soundtrack is sooo good I love it so much idk if you knew it was a soundtrack I didn’t when I found it but if you didn’t you should check out the other songs it’s good stuff !!! Despite that it’s part of a soundtrack that pairs with a specific animation I feel like the songs carry so much emotion with them apart from their context to where you can apply them to other context and still make sense
Like how I put mommy on Cecil’s playlist, it does have a particular moment it was meant for but I think the title and the music when reapplied to Cecil’s situation still makes sense it’s just that kind of instrumental
Anyway, 1-800 sins! I agree with that particular reapplication of the song I think it makes a lot of sense- hehehehe I said this already but I love your song interpretations
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SO I'm going through hollow knight for the fourth time ha ha
Besides, I've re-read the "Stag Beetles and Broken Legs" fan fiction again, so it's time to humanize Monomon and Quirrell!
(seriously, read "Stag Beetles and Broken Legs", it's damn good)
In my conception, Monomon is the oldest of the Dreamers, but she's actively youthful, wearing such light clothing and acting quite active compared to her scowling counterparts (However, she also looks younger than her years on her face, so no one has any questions about it)
And young Quirrell, haha. So young and inspired, with burning eyes. Cute. Time has not bypassed him (though it's even better for some-). At least now he's age appropriate for Monomon
I can redraw my old concepts in more detail if you like my humanizations. I can also draw humaneizations of other characters if you ask (or more Lurien….. I like to draw his face…… gentle rose…….)
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I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate HATE hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate people who try to justify Petunia Dursley or say she was a good or “misguided” person.
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when stannis dies in twow and leaves melisandre davos and theon desperately chain smoking together in the giant outlived what they thought was their narrative purpose and yet the gods are not done with them get along shirt…then we are all gonna understand
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*sits bolt upright*
Vaggie and Emily roleswap where Emily figured out Sera was keeping something from her and snuck out down to Hell to learn what, and happened to meet Charlie while disguised as a Sinner and is just. Actively sneaking back and forth from Heaven to try and slowly peel back the beuracratic interference with Charlie's dream from Heaven while also actively helping her run the Hotel in hell-
*goes back to sleep*
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julie e os fantasmas (original julie and the phantoms) was so wild. like, what do you mean the boys were crushed to death by a truck? what do you mean julie has committed more than one crime? what do you mean the main triangle consists of a rockstar with a closet dnd player vs a my chemical romance revenge era rejected song? what do you mean the ghost love interest was a menace to society in life and public enemy number 1 in death? what do you mean he was tortured more than once? what do you mean there was a dude trying to enslave ghosts and this plotline only lasted two episodes????
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Can the word please stop with feminist retellings of myths, please?
They're even more annoying than Mafia AUs where the Mafia is portrayed as something good, Robin Hood-like. (no.)
I'm just so tired, even the ones that are written good are... Listen, I liked TSoA. I really did.
But there's nothing feminist in it, sorry not sorry, or just explain how do you think Tethys is more feminist in MM book than in the Iliad, where she's the best mom around, moving mountains and convincing Zeus to go out of his way to help her baby. Because honestly I don't see the feminism in that Tethys.
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the last unicorn post from earlier has me thinking about the master. that yana is still in there, you know? is still someone he was, if even for a brief flash across the life of a time lord. there’s no way to unlive that life. there are ways to twist it later, sure, to make utopia into hell on earth. but the life was lived. in much the same way that the doctor can remember, can feel, the love he held onto as john smith even as that life is ripped out of his hands. the doctor choose denial and then grief and then to shutter it all away. and so john smith died, and so professor yana died, and the doctor and the master live on. the doctor has done this before, and he lives in orbit around humanity, trying to keep the best parts of them and hold them deep enough to take root (which he can pretend he gets to choose, as a time lord. as a human, it all floods in and can’t be dug back out.) but what about the master, right?
to borrow a turn of phrase: i think there are two time lords left in the universe, and they both learned how to regret.
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but lucy suddenly using a type of seduction on arthur IS harrowing because it's not who she is. but she does it because she is sure it will lure him close enough to bite. becoming a vampire doesn't just mean you need blood and 'live' forever. you prey on humans. and to do so you become unlike anything you were in life. it mutilates your soul beyond recognition to even yourself
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Callum took her by the shoulders, anchoring her to him, and she looked at him, a tightness in her chest that had to rival his. “It wasn’t your fault,” he said. “It was my choice.”
“I don’t understand,” she said quietly.
He shook his head at her again, like he knew she didn’t. “And knowing what I know now,” Callum said grimly, a hand over his heart—where the dark magic would never entirely leave him, even if his love for her had; in that way, anyway—where Aaravos’ claws had sunk into him, and Rayla looked away in shame. It was her fault. “I wouldn’t make a different choice.”
Her head snapped up. “What?”
“I would do it all over again,” he said. “The dreams, the drowning. Even if you still left me. Even if you never came back. Because it was you or me that day and goddammit, Rayla, you don’t always have to lay yourself down for other people. I’m allowed to protect you—I want to protect you. To worry about you, to care about you. I can choose to risk myself for you. I needed you then and I need you now.”
“Callum—”
“If things go wrong, do you know why I want you to be the one to kill me?” he said, taking her hands, and she let him. It didn’t feel quite like weakness, even if it was tentative and new, and still so scary.
“I know whatever reason it is can’t be good enough.”
—this fall just might kill me
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