Honestly the best part about season 16 is not the fact that the ultimate technique for defeating the overlord are literally the lyrics to the theme song of the whole show, but the fact that the weekend whip canonically exists in Ninjago, bacuse in The Royal Blacksmiths, the ninja dance to it in the competition. Which means that all of the ninja knew the song through the vast majority of the series. And also that some random band managed to not only guess the correct combination of moves the ninja had to do in the correct order, but they also managed to make the song popular enough to the point where four (possibly) teenagers living in secluded places, namely a monastery out in the middle of nowhere, still knew about it and liked it enough to make it their song in a dancing/singing contest/talent show that meant a lot to one of their teammates.
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Bombs Are Whistling
by Joanna Newsom
I face it with my flayed skull in the glacial morning wind
It burns like salt,
it’s not your fault
that I ain’t got no skin.
I ran into the dawn
until my voice was gone.
I call,
‘I love you through it all.’
They said I couldn’t hold you
when I tried to take your hand.
Alarm bells rang;
the nurse was saying things I can’t understand.
Too warm, too warm.
I drew my arm away against the glass.
‘Is he okay?‘
my flayed skull asked.
I prayed the fear would pass.
They say you need me here
more than I need that.
But I need it.
My eyes scan every place,
and I stand guard all night
in vigil, in warning and in waste.
Unheeded.
Wild,
too cold and blue.
But look at those curls.
How do you do?
Though I cannot imagine,
recall it or conceive.
I’m not going far away,
I know what I believe.
I know, I know, I know
because they tell me that it’s true
the spell will break me and wake me anew.
So I sit and rock and drop through space
and kiss your face and sing.
The smoke is thick,
my skin is sick,
the bombs are whistling.
The death, the doom,
the leaden, looming dread is always near.
But I love you,
and you are here.
I feared that it had won.
I feared that you would never find me,
my darling son.
But you found me.
And though it took awhile,
now I look and find your blinding starlight smile
surrounds me.
We bleed through,
clear and true.
Here with you now.
I wish that I could show you
what I know about this pain.
I’ll tell ya now, I don’t know how,
but I’ll be back again.
For bowing in the scouring wind that lays low everything.
‘I love you,‘
my flayed skull sings.
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Heyhey, you know whats still open? My ask box. Art and headcanons, I'll do it at some point, you just gotta specify what you want me to do :D
I have stuff I should be doing, but lets be honest with ourselves, procrastination makes you do more than you thought you would because it's 3 in the morning and you need sleep but can't till you done the thing
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Just experienced the gayest as fuck experience at school. like living the dream type shit, and ironically it was not gay at the same time?
Apparently, according to my classmates, my hair is ridiculously soft. And I've actually been rewarded with headpats due to this, in which, as a touch starved gayass catboy? Absolute win.
Then I come over and quite literally draw boobs with my friends, in which one of them is one of the cutest girls in class (unanimous opinion btw) and I also find her very adorable and pretty, aesthetic attraction type beat <33
She then discovers the magic that is my hair, and then begins to hyperfixate on it and pet it endlessly. Like full on unlimited headpats!!! Just full on caressing my hair and it went on for about an HOUR and like??? holy moly?
Honestly the gay dream, and the craziest part is it wasn't even inherently romantic to me?? But anyways I just folded like a leaf, eyes dilated like a cat, and laid there pretending to have fallen asleep to the headpats and SHE DIDNT STOP!!! living the DREAM <3
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Saw two posts recently and I disagreed with them for the same reason and that is, y’all better not be falling into the pit of dissing things bc they’re not “sophisticated” enough for you or something.
Like someone complaining about cutesy wutesy terms or like stupid fanfic writing. Some people be saying stuff like ‘no! You have to like real books! Only use real words to describe yourself!’ Who are you? The cringe police?
Actually the colloquialisation of language is kinda a complicated topic. Yeah we shouldn’t dumb down words and stuff when it comes to discussing serious things and we shouldn’t be calling anyone else things that they don’t want to be called. But if someone is using casual language to refer to themselves and they’re someone who can ‘reclaim’ (for lack of a better term) that language, then I don’t think it’s hurting anyone. Sometimes we need to use serious language and sometimes we don’t.
And let’s not make fun of hashtag weird fanfic or fandom (as long as it doesn’t actually promote harmful views or cause harm).
There’s obviously exceptions to both these points but my general rule is, let’s not attack things for the sake of ‘it’s weird’ or ‘different’. Being judgemental and shaming people to conform to arbitrary standards is the talking point of literally every single hate crimer. That mindset is used by ableists, racists, sexists, queerphobes etc etc. Lets not forget that.
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Hello my sweet soft trophy,
I see you are in sad girl hours and I am here to say that whilst I am all for you feeling your feelings, I will not let you put yourself down.
Every time you have graced us with a full face reveal it’s like a literal angel has appeared on my timeline. When you post pics of yourself it makes me start to believe in a creator because only some divine being could create something as beautiful as you.
You may be struggling to see the beauty in yourself right now but I guarantee there are people out there willing to give all their earthly possessions just to hold your hand.
These feelings will pass, my treasure, I promise.
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