#[ more finesse. ] louis a. / interaction.
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📜(louis and james!)
*james and louis skipping stones on lake*
james: it’s such a beautiful evening.
louis, whispering: take that you fucking lake
#walkerwhisperer#we'll just pretend that they're skipping stones instead of playing cards lmaooo#ask prompt.#[ more finesse. ] louis a. / interaction.#[ more finesse. ] louis a. / answered.#queue.
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@walkerwhisperer 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗗 for a 𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 from 𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗜𝗦 !
“ i guess you could say that the walker skin really masks your scent, huh? ”
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@nctbitten said: “I wasn’t actually that confident, it was more of a fifty-fifty.” (@ louis)
a/mong u/s sentence starters
brow is risen and mouth edges pull back into a bemused half-smile. louis shakes his head lightly and hands raise up to grasp onto the lapels of his trench coat. she’s always surprising him.
“ well, if that’s the case, ” he says, half-chuckling, “ then might i say that i COMMEND you on your EXCELLENT poker face, miss queen clem! ” lord knows that his own poker face is nonexistent. he is a terrible liar, especially when he has to look someone in the face.
“ man, ” he draws out, tone turning playful. “ how do you do it? ”
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Snap shot in time
From: @auburnandamberangel
Merry Christmas @plopofcolour Qotd era Khayman and Armand interaction on the Night Island. Hope you like ^u^
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Armand watched Khayman looking at his upper terrace garden, the plants benefiting not only from the sunshine but also the seaspray. The cacti, the large Saguaros with their armed tall appearance especially had captured the ancients fascination. The silhouettes classic to many a western. They weren’t indigenous to Egypt, effectively a new world plant, and certainly capturing this until recently slumbering vampire. Perhaps as they too were long lived, slow in maturing. He had his cameras slung over his neck and shoulder wanting to capture the bloom on one of them, a first. He recorded all of them on this island. Mementos.
Khayman was a very good guest, polite, and surprisingly unaloof compared to other vampires of a similar age. ‘Mr manners leaves their bodies after the first few thousand years!’ Daniel had observed dryly not to long ago as they say in said same garden, watching the waves. Sitting on the stone steps, snuggly between Daniels stretched out legs. Barely dead himself, so manys ways appeared rude by his modern standards. “Not all are…impolite.” Daniel had nodded, smiling almost as if he’d read his mind and knew he was thinking of the Egyptian. Which was impossible, he just people watched very well. And surely he was an expert in Armand observations by now.
“Ahh but Khayman was nice as a human, not many airs on him plus he’s sweet on you. So you’re the last person he’d be short with.” Interestingly not too much jealousy in that statement. A small possessive kiss to the top of his head, caressing of his arms about his waist. Their guests came and went, things were more peaceful minus some of their vampire brethren. Peaceful between them even. Born in a time of crisis, his home even invaded it wasn’t ideal for them even with a notorious nosey parker like his fledgling. He’d borne so much strain at his hands before being turned, it worried Armand. Sometimes they fought as he instinctually pulled back.
“The fact he’s easy on the eye doesn’t hurt much either does it.” Daniel added laughter in his voice. Teasing. Armand smiled despite himself turning his head. “But I’m famous for a penchant for blondes darling aren’t I.”
“Except Louis.” His beloved kissing his dimples. And others he’d best not mention. Not eager to quote that book at him right now.
“Hmmmm. Nice to not always be predictable then.” Kissing Daniels matching smile. It had ended up being a very good evening that night. Allowing himself to bask in the glow of the memory of it.
Khayman found the sea soothing, the air fresh and the garden a magical oasis. A small movement betrayed his hosts presence, rare to not have an exuberant Daniel or hesitant brooding Marius in orbiting attendance around Armand. Moths to this ’cherubs’ - seraphin now surely more apts flame- A ethereal beauty no matter the flowery language. In his time one destined to be blessed by the gods. A soul just as full of substance as his appearance. To think without her, the mother waking he’d probably not have crossed paths with this one. So artful at cloaking his presence. Deep in thought he was looking at him, but not really seeing him. Caught in a recollection. Unguarded he looked so young, in the eyes the depth and knowledge in them gave his age away. This was the way with their kind. Trapped in their making, the soul grew seen through the orbs alone. Somehow still warmth there, if the mood was right. A miracle considering the heartache had been through in so far centuries. He would do much to make sure he didn’t make those eyes cold. Watching this former coven master navigate so many vampires in his sanctuary, first love mingling with last. Struck by the poise. The former parents guardian, the Roman made said face light up and close down in equal measure. Not his place to intervene ofcourse, though tempting. Best to announce his presence, so Armand didn’t feel too exposed.
“Armand, good evening. Was there something I can aid you with?” Smooth heavily accented voice totally interrupting his reverie. “Did you want private time in your garden?” Previously observed vampire catching him unawares, hoping he hadn’t left himself open to scrutiny thoughts wise. His mind usually locked up tight, some of the first brood lacked finesse with the mind gift, it coming to them later. But what they lacked in finesse, could be made up by brute force alone. Being Marius’ blood line vicariously provided some civility that otherwise may not exist, for a not even five hundred year old former cult coven leader. Ageism was alive and well in their surviving group from Akashas cull. As if age always came with wisdom… Khayman had been gentle and respectful in his manner towards him. Armand appreciated this from his most recent friend. He saw him as he was, no judgement.
“No not at all. I take pleasure in seeing enjoyment from my garden. The cacti have you in their thrall I see.” Genuine smile to the ancient. Moving closer. The garden lit by coloured uplights here and there to make it appealing.
“They are exotic to my old eyes, yes. Beautiful yet dangerous. So like us I feel.” Small smile back. “Your a gracious host, I know it’s not in most of your nature’s to live on mass for long. You’ve been patient where you could have been firm. Silent when you could have spoken.” Khaymans turn to watch and enjoy the view that had nothing to do with the garden, but more it’s creator.
“Ah well, tact or diplomacy is something I’ve always had to have. Never to speak unless it improves the silence or my position in it.” Being quite open now in this admission. Unusually candid for himself truly. He didn’t think he’d regret it in this situation.
“The lone jackel is a hard role to break, though it’s served you well.” The ancient replied. Looking back at the cacti. “How old is this one then?”
“This one is around seventy years. It’s the first year it’s flowered, you’re lucky to have witnessed it.” Itching to take a picture of the flower, and perhaps Khayman too if he was truthful with himself. Just incase his stay was brief and centuries passed until another meeting of minds. “But they can live to around one hundred and seventy five perhaps even two hundred years. Not bad for a desert dweller.”
Khayman eyed the camera, that was the term wasn’t it. One of the magical picture capturers. “You’ll record it with this?” He hadn’t tried anything new in a while. Armand was patient, the best person to ask to try. “How?” He uttered before he had time to edit.
Inquisitive and open to instruction, not your average elder. Refreshing like the sea breeze. “I need a tripod, unless you can hold it steady as a rock. I’ll do both.” Zipping inside and then back out to get it. “I’ll need a long exposure to make the most of the moon light, and a flash for my close ups. The window inside opens for the picked time, the light hits the film and makes an imprint like an eye I suppose but in reverse, or inverse a negative. We can use the darkroom next.” Twinkle in his eye as he saw the ancients eyes widen. “The Polaroid develops as you shake it.” It must sound odd to the others ears.
“Witchcraft then. I’m an apprentice to a modern sorcerer.” Pleased by the laugh this comment brought from Armand.
“Usually I’m called bewitching. But I’ve been accused of worse.” Daniels words echoing in his head, pleased he didn’t blush as easily as said youngblood.
Gingerly taking the camera and going still, statue like as he could. A trick you learnt which came easily with age. Though it usually unnerved younger immortals. *Direct me as if I’m a tripod.* He said is the mind voice. Armands softer hands aiming the slr camera for a closeup. Physical contact was a luxury being a nomad rarely afforded.
Hearing the snap of the inner workings, turning of the spool. With each shot, the flash singing. Armand liked this process, methodical, practised yet still room for error and surprise. *Move back a little so I can get a portrait of it. Perhaps one of and for you to take with you?* Because people leave - eventually. This was always a possibility. Sentiment came with a cost, this he always knew.
A photo to keep. An anchor would be good for times Khayman felt unsteady. Stronger by the year, but wispy in his soul sometimes. A welcome light in the Night Island Villa, to concentrate on. *Yes. A portrait of plant, myself and it’s guardian even better.*
Warm glance, nodding his answer. “This also has a cable to take a photograph at a distance. A bellow balloon, a tube and a metal press.” Screwing it into the button. Then retrieving it from the taller elder. Fixing this on the tripod via it’s own foot. Let’s set ourselves up. Standing and leaning into the framing arms of the cactus, as if the plant was behind them, reaching to hold them close.
Khayman followed the younger ones lead. Moving in closer and realising he could smell Armands hair. Wondering if this was his shampoo or just his natural scent. Vampires sometimes exuded a odour that was unique to them, a spice in the blood perhaps. Marius had made him, imbued with donations by Akasha during his guardianship. Perhaps he had smelt like this in Venice as a mortal. Not something he could easily ask the child of two millennia. Nor share a want to share his blood to strengthen those below a thousand in their coven, truthfully only this one piqued his interest.
Armand had the cord behind his back to depress at just the right moment. Khaymans strong heartrate was hard to ignore so close. “Ready. One two three.” Not using cheese, referring to a dairy product as slang for smiling usually put older vampires in a spin. So a countdown better. Not flinching at the flash or the next long exposure. “Always take more than one for practicality.” Moving to replace the lens cap and concentrate on the Polaroid camera in front of him now. “Arguably this one is like magic.” He stated with a smile. “As Daniel can attest I took so many in our early years here.” Boxes and boxes of them, indulgent expression on his face. He was rich, but some things were priceless that had little monetary value in his collection. “Strike your next pose. Make yourself comfortable.”
Khayman liked Daniel. He was full of life, and hoped that energy didn’t turn downwards into madness. Knowing Armand was concerned with this too, any elder making a first fledgling would be - especially one as fond of forward planning as his host. Smiling nervous about doing something wrong. Hoping irrationally it wasn’t magic, as magic never bode well. Flash and snap. Painless. Wondering what the twins back in Sonomo thought of this new family, Mekare learning after her travelling the wilderness. Focus on Jesse, their link to Miriam.
Armand handed the Polaroid by its framed white bottom edge to the elder. “Now shake it, and you’ll slowly appear.” Charmed by Khaymans expression, bouyed one so old could still feel the wonder of the new. Despite intermittent sleeps. Hope for all of them surely. Watching Khayman watching the photograph as it developed. “What do you think?”
Bit by bit the image appeared - the dark background shading in firstly, the bright green cacti appearing next with its vibrant blooms. Then the paled by time figure, a smile all for the taker. Now one such photo of Armand with or without himself would be wondrous. “A fine picture.” So excited he placed kisses on Armands cheeks stopping before he daren’t put any on those rosy lips. Moving faster than he usually did, enveloping the younger vampire in a hug would perhaps be too much of a liberty. They had time. “One of us next, yes?”
Armand didn’t have time to start at the sudden movement of the ancient. Stealing himself to be squeezed, fortunate it didn’t come to pass. Khayman smelt inviting though, heady blood from their fount. Marius would be jealous no doubt. But he wasn’t here was he. Attending to Pandora, a promise of a return soon. As ever time would tell. Trying not to stare at Khaymans lips. “Yes. An instant portrait next.” Glad of someone who gave as much as he took.
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An Unfortunate Critique of Spiderverse - Part 1 (of 3)
Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse was a fun award-winning 2018 animated film with a basically unanimously positive fandom, regarded generally as both a masterpiece Spider-Man film and a remarkable animated film overall. And while I do not disagree with that, it definitely earned its spoils, it pains me a bit to bring up the reason(s) why I can’t call it the masterpiece that many claim. I like this film, but I don’t love it as much as others and I wanted to express why. And I will see to be critical, not cynical. Fair enough? Spoilers ahead for this... 2018 film that you should’ve seen already.
Part 1 ~ The Spiderverse Squad
Now believe me when I say that I enjoyed this trio. Spider-Ham wasn’t as funny as I figured, but he still stood out like Peni and Spider-Noir in a respectable way. I especially loved the fandom’s reaction to them with fanart and jokes galore. But on a look back, it dawned on me that while their presence was welcome, our writers blew the load too soon and wasted these characters. Roll with me, will ya?
If you come to know me, you’ll figure that characters are the element I find the most crucial of your story; you mentally can’t just throw in random heroes into the story unless they’re significant to the protag, story, or world as a whole. It’ll feel weird, like you have no coordination. And yeah, the B team adds to Spider-verse’s worldbuilding mechanic that is the multiple universes; it thematically makes sense that more than one Spidermun can exist. And additionally kicks ass, no objections here. The problem I argue comes when while they add to the world building, it honestly added little to our boy Miles’ story, and it’s that disconnect that makes the characters feel more unnecessary than before. This doesn’t help when things could’ve worked far better if it only involved Gwen and Beter. To explain this better, I wanna bring up a couple films that are similar to Spider-verse yet knew how to use their secondary characters, the first one being...
Kung Fu Panda, baby!
The furious five sans Tigress is about the same as Spider-verse’s B-Team where Po really doesn’t rely on them to both unleash his inner strength and face the final boss in the end. They’re his muse for enjoying martial arts. Po interacts with them a little more than Miles does with the others, but we still have that disconnect between the upcoming novice and the experienced. That disconnect however is counter-balanced by their significance in the story, not only in certifying the stakes that come with Tai Lung, but being the necessary crew to another important character: Tigress.
Tigress is not only a character that Po looks up to, she’s a character with something to prove herself. She puts down Po because she’s envious of the special treatment he’s involuntarily receiving and mirrors the villain Tai Lung before his descent to villainy. The movie would’ve probably been fine if the Furious Five didn’t exist and it was just Shifu and Po training together, but having the five, and Tigress especially, in the story adds a great triangle of interaction between Po and Shifu, Shifu and Tigress, and Tigress and Po. Which makes it all the more poignant when she runs away to face Tai Lung herself, stern in proving herself to both Shifu and Po. We know that she wouldn’t win against him, but that loss is added two-fold when the other four were there to support her. The others aren’t as cynical towards Po, but it’s understandable that they sided with Tigress, thinking their experience together will help them succeed. It makes sense that the four willingly fight with Tigress, and it’s reasonably daunting when Tai Lung is able to tower all of them by himself. Compare this to Spiderverse where we kinda don’t get see our heroes and villains, excluding Miles, stack up that well until the 3rd act; it’s hard to wonder if who’s evenly matched and who can overpower whom. It doesn’t help that Peter, Gwen, and Miles are all isolated from the other three during the final fight in the warp terminal.
It’s in the end where Po proves himself the Dragon Warrior, he not only earned that respect from the five but feels more complete knowing he and his idols look up to each other in a way. We really don’t get that interpersonal synergy with Miles and the B team beyond the moment of them together post Aaron’s death and their initial meeting, the best we get is that Miles knows he isn’t the only Spider-man but even that doesn’t feel as personal as his relationships with Gwen and Peter. Plus while Gwen and Peter are important characters, we don’t see much of a personal connection between the five Spidermun, it mostly comes off as an obligation that they’re together. Now I won’t lie, this is a pretty unfair comparison. The B-team came together on the fly, and it’s not like Miles, Gwen, and Peter knew who they were in the first place. But remember when I said a couple of films in the beginning? This leads to an ironic situation, coming from one of my other favorite movies about being special...
Been a while since I talked ‘bout this beauty
I think it’s safe to say Spiderverse and The Lego Movie have a kindred story beat where our hero meet some tagalongs that have their own thing but nonetheless contribute as supporting characters. But unlike Spiderverse, the Lego Movie showed something I never figured about characters until I saw it once again last year. The other characters have their stake in the plot, but they are also relative features of our main character Emmett. Unikitty resembles his boundless optimism, Benny his excitability, Batman his emotional conviction, and so on. It’s a stretch, but it is possible to note supporting/secondary characters as facets of who our main character is, what they lack or what’s the most prominent idea of them. In Steven Universe, the crystal gems are separate elements of who Steven is at his best or wants to be. Beastars has Legosi, Louis, and Haru have differing aspects of growing up that blend well when united. It’s essentially the braincells meme, the parts make up the whole. Gwen and Peter fill those parts exponentially for Miles, with Peter’s experience and Gwen’s finesse in her skill, to show him the work that goes in being a hero. Same goes for Aaron and Jefferson on a more personal level, being the ones to give Miles the necessary conviction to become the hero. All I gotta ask is: Can ya say the same for Peni, Noir, or Porker?
Again, not that they’re bad characters, but they mostly felt detached from the story in multiple angles
Now at this point you’ll probably say, “Monkey, we get it, where are you going with this?” Well, I can’t help but feel the B-team, while alright on their own, unfortunately feel like cameos that overstayed their welcome. Beyond the initial meetup, the interactions we get with them are second to none, there is no significant dynamic between the B-team and the two spidermun that are more significant to the story. I feel a little less charitable for media wasting potential and it doesn’t help that writing them out until the final fight is very easy. “Peni and Sp//dr were responsible for repairing the flash drive?” Well, I can say a few hints in the movie can point to Aunt May, Peter, and/or Gwen doing it instead. It’s hard to come back to this film compared to the others I’ve exampled when the back of my mind is going “Why are ya’ll here?” I say it would’ve been surprisingly cathartic if the B-team came near the end where they helped out and met up with the trio before bouncing back to their dimensions. As such, we could put more time in for Miles and Gwen together at Aunt May’s house the same way Peter and Miles got earlier before the plot generally runs the same, we have less voices but we build on those character dynamics for more than that bus ride they share. Add to that character theme of Miles, Gwen, and Peter B. being the different generations of Spider-man or something. Overall, I love them, and they feel wasted in this film.
I just can’t see Spiderverse where the focus of these three subsides the interest for the other three
I wanted to discuss this particularly because as much I can say that much detail in the film fundamentally works, which I will discuss later in this analysis, it stands to say that not every ambition in this undoubtedly ambitious movie was added well. It’s honestly how i feel with randomness humor, it’s fun at first but you gotta do more than enough to make it timeless while keeping the surprise of it intact. Or else you just wish they just replaced that joke with something more constructed. Said before, they don’t or weren’t able to utilize these characters beyond their cameo level moments, and it is not a good thing that they’re potentially saved for the sequel because I hate the idea of depending on a sequel to fix the 1st movie’s issues. I gotta wait to 2022 for a potentially better management of characters and that bothers me. I appreciate what I got, but I unfortunately can’t say that appreciation equates to a free pass of what’s detrimental to my love for this film. Now, I tagged this as part one for a reason, because this is only a symptom, a fun size piece to a bigger story problem I have.
Next time. Otherwise, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy your day.
#into the spider verse#spiderman#marvel#kung fu panda#the lego movie#critique#analysis#Good Stuff#long post#spiderverse#itsv#into the spider-verse
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What made you stan One Direction and Fifth Harmony? What did you like about them that made you stan that you didn't see in LM?
I was into anime for a long time before I was into 1D and I was at a point of burn out by that point so I was ready to latch onto something new I suppose; my sister had always been into boy groups and celebrity stuff forever but I remember when she showed me WMYB for the first time (I made a disgusted face) I was like, bleh these guys look boring. I remember then catching One Thing on some music channel we’d have on while we were home doing other stuff. And I was like “oh this is catchy” then I started looking more into them through Tumblr after that; loved their sincerity and their humble nature. But how close knit they were as a unit of guys, you hardly see that with boys in this day and age. Being open with affection and care of one another. I obviously fell for their personalities and their story but what they were in their individual relationships. That’s why I never understood supporting a Taylor, Ariana, or Nicki. Yeah they’re interesting and good music. But the thrive I got off 1D was their chemistry and interactions. You can’t have that with a solo act and the great thing is, there was 5 of them and each of them paired up had their own different workings. You would never get the same kind of interview if you put lets say Niall and Louis, if you put Louis with Zayn, they’d have their own interests with each other, they’d tease each other differently. It was even better on stage, if you watched. Zayn and Niall had their own thing (google beep beep boop, it’s adorable) Liam and Harry had their own dancing thing with their feet haha.
IT’S THAT. ALL OF THAT. IT was just a connection of interaction that you felt like you got to be apart of this very close knit group and I needed that when I was in high school and was very lonely at the time. I won’t be cheesy but these boys were a big highlight of my teen years.
I won’t get as complex but 5H had the same vibe of everything I said about 1D but they were women so their narrative was different. They were really the soap box for diverse female empowerment with a young gen. It had been so long since a gg had made it even remotely big and had such a large audience. But the difference for 5H and 1D for me was I didn’t feel the need to support 1D. As in call radio stations, vote for awards, watch music videos a couple thousand times, or stream them 24/7. There wasn’t a need since 1D had marketing where 5H didn’t and that became 5H big sell, their fans would close the gap. They’re still up there with the most awards and high acclaim. I still think WFH got robbed for a nomination but I laugh at what might have happened with all the drama if they had gotten nominated so. I also just believed in their evolution a bit more; I wanted them to have the finesse and style BP has but it’s a money and investment thing and when your label isn’t interested then *queue eyeroll*
The thing LM lacked the whole time, since I found them out in my 1D years and I attempted to like them. I liked their HHYD video a lot and I liked the whole personality similar to spice girl thing they were rocking but they were a little older by the time they got the DNA era rolling (Perrie was already 18 I believe) while Dinah was 16 when they were starting out. LM was also not growing up with their music. Salute tried to and like I said the whole “we only date and have female issues” was the reason I was not interested in them or their music. Their interviews were pretty cringe especially the early ones. While 5H were much more fun and didn’t care about acting for the cameras. It’s a combo of things but it also comes down to. I never believed in their group chemistry. Ever. They say, we care about each other a lot, but they never really made me feel it. It always seemed like an act.
This was so long winded. And didn’t even cover everything I’m sure. Whew.
After 1D and 5H broke up I got back into anime. Just finished Beastars. It’s great and on Netflix. (I’d say the anime fandom is less dramatic because it’s fiction but IT’S NOT)
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The Thrill Is Gone
This is the final draft of the second essay this semester in ENG 100
the prompt was to simply write a process essay.
Music in general is a fountain that hydrates the soul, but as B.B. King so aptly put it "[The] Blues is a tonic for whatever ails you." The blues are produced through both natural insight and musical finesse, both of which can be achieved by any person with the drive and temerity to devote oneself to the music. There are only two requirements for writing the blues: a guitar and the tenacity to display the broken feelings that reside inside of your heart. If you relinquish yourself to this process, you will not only know how to play the blues, but the blues will also find a place to exist inside of you forever.
Step one: break up with your girlfriend/boyfriend. The blues are built on conflicts of emotion and there is no greater juxtaposition of conflict than that of love and loss. The loss of a loved one through the stress of a relationship is commonplace in most music, but the wanton earnest of reconnection and disbelief in love's demise is what defines blues music. If you have never felt the loss and regret of love's flame being extinguished, then you are in the wrong genre of music. If you are trying to gain sympathy for your emotions, then you are also in the wrong genre of music. The goal of the blues is not to have the listener sympathize, but rather empathize, with your feelings. Everyone has had their heart trampled on and the only amenity is knowing someone feels the same duress but is still able to carry on.
Your next step is to move to an impoverished part of the country. There are still plenty of places in this great nation that exist deluged in the unquenchable flood of disparity and it is important that you are able to connect with your core audience. Misery loves company, and to hear someone has it just as bad is comforting in troubled times. When you look at a hollowed-out city, the demise is what inspires the blues. Once again, you are concerned with concept of love and loss. One's love for the city one lives in can burrow its ties deeper than patriotism for one's nation. Be careful; if you start singing about the whole nation's problems you are writing country music, so keep it localized. Also, you can write about how a once great city has fallen apart, but you can't sing about how to fix it; don’t get preachy. The blues are about lamentations of the past, not solutions for the future.
Now that you're settled in your new environment, buy a suit. Not only is style and important factor in the presentation of the music but it's also imperative for the next step.
Join some form of grassroots Catholic clergy. Not only does gospel music have deep ties in the blues, you will interact with the people who were born into the blues. the harder life is, the more religious one can become. You can feel the weight of Catholic guilt in every hymn, rebounded with a hopeful hallelujah; that’s the blues. when your suffering reaches a point where the only solution seems to be divine intervention, you have found the source of the blues. You might not find this desperation inside of yourself, but as part of a religious community it's hard not to know someone whose outlook on the future has become so bleak. Every member of the clergy becomes your community, and just as with the city you live in, you are allowed to write about the woes of the community.
The next step can be tricky and requires allot of self-introspection. Find a how you are oppressed. In this day and age, oppression takes on many forms and seems to encompass every walk of life. Louis Armstrong once sang that "The only sin is in my skin." Your oppression does not need to run that deep but if you feel that your perception of yourself is dictated by outside entities, then you have the right to feel negative about the source. You have the freedom to write about how you feel about the world around you and your place in it. Once again, do not get preachy. Sing about your problems with society, but let society develop solutions on how to solve their own problems. You don’t have the responsibility of fixing the way people perceive your walk of life. It's important to remember that you can be whoever you want, and if you feel ashamed of any facet of your identity, let people know why they are making you feel that way. Unless oppression is pointed out, people won't know how to act normal.
Finally, you need to learn how to play the guitar. you might be saying to yourself, "Why is this the last step rather than the first?" It's because you don’t play the blues, you feel the blues. Once you have been through the heartache, the struggle, the Catholic guilt, and the oppression, the rest should come naturally. Start with one finger on one string and build the music around the emotion you feel inside. Don’t be hung up on the style or whether it sounds correct; build something that melds to your feelings. Some of the greatest guitarists have taught themselves, and with all the emotion and raw energy you have built up inside yourself, you can too. If you wish to skip this step, you can always do what Robert Johnson did and sell your soul to the devil, but this step is drastic and is not recommended.
You now have the tools you need to write the perfect blues album. You can write about the loss of love and the desire for closure. You can write a song about the way the world has forgotten your city and how the street lamps no longer work. You can tap into your knowledge of the Bible and write some gospel-inspired tracks based on the woes of your community. And if you have the courage, you can write about how you feel this society is treating you, all while looking sharp in nice attire. With the right kind of eyes, you can still find classifieds in newspapers; find an add written by some teenager with a Macintosh computer and have him commit your blues to wax for all to hear. The only thing left to do is take your testament and walk the earth, enduring headaches from the second-hand smoke in the dive bars you play. Travel the country preaching the gospel according to you, until you have a congregation. The most important thing to remember: No matter who you are, the people want to hear what your soul has to say, not some pasteurized version of what you heard is the blues. As I said at the beginning, you must relinquish yourself to this process; don’t be afraid to get lost down the line. One day someone will find you, someone will hear your words, and that person will feel whole again. That is the purpose of the blues.
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📜 clem & louis :3
louis: what is your biggest weakness ?
clem: i can be uncooperative.
louis: okay, can you give me an example ?
clem: no.
#lovingpromise#somehow this is v accurate lmaooo#ask prompt.#[ more finesse. ] louis a. / interaction.#[ more finesse. ] louis a. / answered.#re: louis / clem.
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🎲 (for louis)
39: a tentative kiss ...
“ c’mon dude ! wake up ! ” louis tried to shake the other back into consciousness, but he was out cold and showed no signs of stirring. “ seriously, james, we gotta go ! ” like james could actually hear any of what louis was even saying.
shit.
shit. shit. shit. shit. shit…
louis cycled through many ideas in his head, but he couldn’t carry james; the guy was too big and way too heavy for louis to be able to comfortably carry him. clearly, trying to wake him up by force wasn’t working, and louis didn’t have any water to splash james with. they didn’t have much time either; the walkers would be closing in on them soon, and louis didn’t feel like dying today.
another idea sparked in his mind, and immediately, he shut it down… until it came back, and he realized that it actually might be his ONLY option at this point. he peered down at james, contemplative, gnawing on the inside of his cheek as he thought it over, and ultimately decided that it was this or nothing, and he just hoped that james would be understanding afterwards.
with much trepidation, louis finally leaned down, hesitating the closer he came to james’ face, almost second guessing himself and chickening out. sure, it wasn’t ideal, but it was this or leave james to get mauled to death by walkers and louis didn’t want to have that on his conscious for the rest of his life !
inhaling deeply through his nose, louis surged forward, but still could only manage to press a featherlight kiss to james’ lips, pulling away a mere second later, and watching with a mixture of relief and terror as james’ eyes finally fluttered open.
before louis could open his mouth to speak—to justify what he’d just done—he found himself upright in his bed, breathing heavy, and staring out at the dim walls in his dark dorm room. it took him a few moments to realize that it had all just been a dream, and he made a mental note to not eat any more years old candy he found laying around ericson’s again.
#walkerwhisperer#i'm sorry i couldn't resist making it a dream and having louis not know how to handle it lmao#ask prompt.#[ more finesse. ] louis a. / interaction.#[ more finesse. ] louis a. / answered.
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📜 clem & louis & violet :>
louis: WHY. why did you give violet a KNIFE ?!
clem: i’m sorry. she said she felt unsafe.
louis: now I feel unsafe !
clem: i’m sorry.
clem: ... would you like a knife ?
#imaginarianisms#this seemed up to par with them lmao#ask prompt.#[ more finesse. ] louis a. / interaction.#[ more finesse. ] louis a. / answered.#[ victory violet. ] violet m. / interaction.#[ victory violet. ] violet m. / answered.
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♡ louis
●●●●○ | ATTRACTION
●●○○○ | AFFECTION
●●●●○ | INTEREST
●●●○○ | LOYALTY
●●●○○ | TRUST
LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH
#walkerwhisperer#he doesn't know james as well as clem maybe but he finds him interesting and feels like he's trustworthy#[ more finesse. ] louis a. / interaction.#[ more finesse. ] louis a. / answered.
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starter for @lastedpromise ( mitch ) from louis !
not much phases louis—or he likes to pretend it doesn’t. either way, he doesn’t let the others see. he’ll let their stinging remarks or off-handed comments roll off his back, smile, laugh, and go about his day, care-free. sometimes louis can tell that they aren’t being serious; he doesn’t take every comment to heart, but sometimes things hit a little too close to home. still, he’ll go about his day—it’s nothing new.
what louis hadn’t accounted for was how his HOTHEADED boyfriend would react. he was still getting used to it. it wasn’t like mitch said much before they got together—in fact, louis thought mitch hated him with every fiber of his being at times, or at the very least found him annoying. so, he’d been extremely surprised when mitch made a move on him—not that he disliked it or anything.
but it surprised him even more just how mitch acted when they were together. softer, sweeter, but still with his usual chaotic streak…and a temper when set off. he hadn’t gone off on louis about something ( yet ) but louis could watch the gears turning in his head and the way he had to bite his tongue whenever someone scoffed about something louis said. louis found it more impressive than it probably was, and…sweet.
“ mitch, seriously—it’s fine, ” louis insisted once they were alone. “ for real. don’t have an aneurysm, okay ? ”
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47 (for either ruby or louis! if you're feeling either of them.)
#𝟒𝟕: "𝑺𝑶𝑨𝑷" - 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒛 / 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈 𝚆𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 !
think i got myself in trouble
so i fill the bath with bubbles
then i'll put the towels all away
should've never said the word "love"
threw a toaster in the bathtub
it’s not a good day as far as louis is concerned, and usually he can see the brightside on most things—or he pretends to, at the very least. today, however, he feels drained and the absolute downpour of rain hasn’t been helping his mood. he doesn’t know when it plans on letting up, but he can’t imagine that it’ll be any time soon.
earlier, to pass the time, he had tried to crack jokes, play piano, partake in conversation with the others—anything to fill the void of boredom. it hadn’t lasted very long before he caught hell from a handful of people and he wasn’t sure if he had the mental energy to keep up with his usually chipper appearance today.
james had been visiting; sticking out the storm and far too kind to call louis annoying like the others had. james didn’t talk much, so he should’ve expect as much, but it was still nice to not have the reminder that he was extremely under appreciated by his peers.
with a sigh, he spoke, not exactly addressing james, mostly just talking aloud, but it had only been the two of them in the current vicinity.
“ i’m sick of all the games i have to play… ”
#walkerwhisperer#here ya go! i figured this song fit better with louis!#ask prompt.#[ more finesse. ] louis a. / interaction.#[ more finesse. ] louis a. / answered.
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“It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling.” Clem @ Louis 🥺💕✨
louis had never taken clem for the poetic type, but maybe he truly was rubbing off on her. her words, while touching, were bittersweet, and he couldn’t have her worried about losing anything of what they had.
a smile pulled at his lips as he gave her shoulder a gentle nudge. mushiness ensuing in three…two…one…
“ more like you showed up, ” he corrected her, airily. “ when we’d saved y’all from that car wreck i never woulda thought we’d end up where we are now… and i don’t wanna lose this feelin’ that i feel for you either. ” he leaned in closer then, almost enough for their noses to touch. “ you’re the only one who can keep feelin’ what you’re feelin’ though. and believe me when i say: i plan on makin’ it wayyy too hard for your feelings for me to ever go away so…you got nothin’ to worry about, clemster. ”
#imaginarianisms#he had to dlsfja;#ask prompt.#[ more finesse. ] louis a. / interaction.#[ more finesse. ] louis a. / answered.
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@walkerwhisperer liked for a dialogue starter ( louis to james ) ! ♡
" see ? i'm not just a pretty face. "
#walkerwhisperer#lol sorry this line was too good not to use for him#[ more finesse. ] louis a. / interaction.#starter.
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starter for @imaginarianisms ( aaliyah) from louis !
louis had always wanted kids—it had been a decision he’d made while he still was a kid. he’d wanted a big, happy family—happier than anything he grew up with—and, admittedly, he never thought it was in the cards for him. at least not with the world steadily crumbling around them, anyway.
but then along came aaliyah and while he’d been stunned, floored, even, to find out that he was going to be a father after having come to terms with the fact that it was never going to happen, it had been a pleasant surprise and one of the happiest days of louis’ life—only coming second to the day she was actually born, of course.
being a parent was already hard; you would always be worried for your child’s wellbeing, but with how the world was now, louis’ concern for his child had only grown tenfold. still, he tried not to stress himself out too badly—they had a literal village to look out for aaliyah, after all, but he was still going to worry. no amount of reassurance would ever quell that.
“ i’ve taught you well, ” louis said one afternoon, beaming down at his daughter. he’d been teaching her how to play the piano, and, unsurprisingly, she was naturally gifted, much to his delight. “ have you written any of your own songs yet ? ”
#imaginarianisms#this took longer than intended to get out to you but i hope this works!#[ more finesse. ] louis a. / interaction.#starter.
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