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tears-of-amber · 10 months

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Hearth & Home Witchcraft That I've Learned

One of the biggest things that stands out to me when reading about hearth & home witchery is that everyday items are considered magical. Everyday moments, tasks, and chores as well. Its a beautiful way to live, if you really think about it. Big rituals are great, but as someone who is disabled, they rarely are doable. Here is a list of Hearth & Home Witchcraft Tips that i actually practice.

-Enchant a blanket by embroidering a sigil in the corner and using its color correspondences for your needs. It also helps me feel shielded from negative energy during meditation.

-Play music that makes you feel safe and AT HOME. This is almost like grounding, but also can be cleansing to the environment and especially the listeners. For me, its smooth jazz. The chill sound of the standup bass and the wandering piano notes that always seem to find their way to a comfortable key... its soothing to my soul.

-Talk to and about your home (kindly). So often its easy to complain about your living space. How you wish it looked or functioned differently. The house (in my belief) hears you. Treat it with kindness and gratitude for the shelter it provides. I say thank you to the house spirits and my home every morning.

-Find a convenient home protection ritual to do each month. I say convenient because if you overcomplicate things you'll feel less enthusiastic and less motivated to do it, and might even skip several months.

-Make a home cleansing spray using essential oils mixed with an appropriate amount of moon water. I like using a few drops of lemon, rosemary, lavender, and cinnamon. DO NOT spray this in the vicinity of your pets. I only use this spray in rooms where there arent any animals, to avoid complications with their health.

-Wash your bedding as often as you can and say a short incantation before you put it in the wash. It could go something like this. "I cleanse this bedding of all negative energy, from bad dreams, and from and all stress." Sleep is so important to your sense of safety and wellbeing at home.

-Open the damn windows when you can! Stagnant energy is known for dragging down people's moods. And there's nothing quite as uplifting as fresh air. This provides a healthy flow to your house's energy.

-Don't bring things in your home unless you want to incorporate their energy into your environment. This is something that's often overlooked. I especially advise heavy consideration when it comes to thrifting items and bringing them home. Try practicing sensing the energy of items so you can easily tell whats good to bring home and whats not. Thrifting is great! Im not discouraging it btw.

-Fresh flowers work miracles. Not only do they aesthetically brighten the room, but their correspondences and magical properties apply to the room that they're in. Sunflowers are a great example of a flower that encourages positivity, and are extremely affordable to get lots of them. Roses are a bit more expensive usually, but they invite that loving vibe. And African irises are great for psychic enhancement.

Thats all for this post! Reblog it if you found it helpful, or have any of your own cool practices for hearth & home witchcraft to share!

#witchcraft #witchblr #witchy #witch #hearth witch #spirituality #pagan #paganism #hearth magic #hearth and home #home witchcraft #simple witch tips #witchy vibes #witch tips #baby witches

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her-penetrating-soul · 2 months

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🤍 ‿⚘Crafted into the shimmering moonlight, I'll forevermore rest my head upon you. I'll uplift you when you need my shoulders, my darkly prince of the darkness. I'll always give you words of affiliation. I'll pick up those shattered pieces of your whirling soul. I'll extend my arms out to you. You'll never be alone as long as I have breaths to breathe. I'll smile for both of us. I'll cherish you for you. I'll show you there is hope out there. I'll show you that you're beautiful even when you think you're not. You'll be my autumn. My crispness in the air as the leaves fell to the floor waltzing upon the pavement. I'll be that twilight delight for you. In me, you'll find that lost child that left long ago. You won't feel abandoned anymore. For your my shimmering moonlight. That even though we're miles apart. Our souls are underneath the same twinkling stars. Gaze into the skies. I am right there with you. Smiling down upon you, my darkly prince of the night. You were crafted into the constallions as I was. You're my mirrored one. Those reflections you see in the mirror. I am the there wutg you. Painted in you. I am a murmur away. Not too far away, solely close your eyes, and I am there with you. Side by side, hand and hand, I smile, you smile. I cry, you cry, never above or below. You are beautiful. I see nothing but beauty before me in your frail stillness. Feel what I am feeling. You'll see I'm not wrong. You're absolutely divine. Crafted as one sonnet of symphonies. A melody arising through the mist of time itself. You are my black keys to the piano. I the white ones. Play the hymns. You shall see I am in the music you listen to. I am always with you. It's never too far apart. Close those beautiful eyes of yours I am there with you draped upon you. Engraved into your abyss. Forevermore, your twilight delight. My glimmering moonlight shines solely for you. Only for you!⚘⁀🤍

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piebingo · 1 month

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Wrapped up in napkins

3 times they have sandwiches and 1 time they don’t.

Day 1: sandwich @youngroyals-events

Read on ao3 or down below.

One.

They wake up early. Too early, if Wille were to ask Simon. As it turns out, he doesn’t need to ask because Simon tells him over and over again, mumbling against Wille’s neck as he messily tries to keep him in the warmth of his single bed. Wille gets up anyway, soothingly shushing his sleepy boyfriend, and prepares their stuff.

There’s not much for him to actually prepare, he had done most of it last night knowing that the morning would go this way, but he still needs to dress, and then dress his frowning boyfriend. Wille thinks, knows , that half of the frown is just Simon being stubborn; he’s enjoying Wille taking care of him like this, it’s written in the slightly uplifted corner of his mouth.

He manages to drag Simon out of the house and into Sara’s car, where Felice is waiting for them. Her eyes are as small as Simon’s, her hair still wrapped in her silk scarf. She mumbles something that sounds like good morning and leans her head against the window.

Wille has just finished buckling himself in, Simon clumsily doing the same next to him, when Sara gets in the driver’s seat.

“There,” she says brightly, making her brother and best friend groan at the sound. She rolls her eyes, smiling at Wille, and gives him a cooler lunch box. “Breakfast sandwiches.”

Wille smiles at her and puts the lunch box at his feet as she backs off of the driveway.

Two.

It’s their first date in Stockholm.

They’ve started counting their dates as such. The first one in Bjärstad had been Rosh’s football game, the first one at Hillerska had been at the lake, the first one where they were free had also been at the lake, but in this nice spot in Bjärstad.

Wille thinks there’s something nice in having first everything, especially when many of their first had either been stolen or impossible to have at the beginning of their relationship.

So, this is their first date in Stockholm.

Wille has planned a whole day for them. He wants to show Simon everything, from his favourite place to where he used to go when he was growing up.

They are currently sitting down at this little secluded park, somewhere close enough to the palace yet far away that Wille can always forget, if such a thing is possible, that he is a prince —it’s not possible to forget, he’s always known that, but the place is good enough to pretend he can.

The blanket under them is the one from his dorm room at Hillerska. He hopes he will be able to bring it back there, if it reopens before next month. But for now, it’s serving as their picnic blanket.

Wille looks up at his boyfriend. Simon has his head thrown back as he leans back on his elbows. The sun is shining down on him, making him look golden. Wille is so in love.

“There,” Wille says, giving Simon the little bundle inside a green napkin —for tradition’s sake. “Sandwich.”

Simon smiles at him, their fingers brushing as he takes the sandwich from Wille’s hand. He thanks him with a kiss at the corner of his mouth.

Three.

“How has it been going?” Wille asks as he slips into the music room.

Wille had been waiting at Simon’s locker when the choir had gotten out, but Simon hadn’t followed his choirmates. Instead, the sound of the piano had resonated from the music room.

Simon sighs, looking up at Wille. He shrugs, mouth turned downwards at the corners, and continues playing the short melody.

“I’m coming back,” Wille says, turning away from the lovely sight in front of him. He doesn’t even wait for Simon’s answer before getting out of the room.

“There,” Wille says, placing two small packages on top of the piano. The green napkin is a familiar sight against the wood of the instrument. They often find themselves here, side by side on the piano bench, working through one of Simon’s songs together. Wille knows, by now, that they will most probably miss supper, but it’s not a worry if they have sandwiches ready for when their stomachs will undoubtedly rumble.

Plus one.

“I’m sick and tired of sandwiches.”

Wille groans, throwing his head back. “Me too.” When he looks over at Simon, he finds his boyfriend looking inside their fridge for the third time in the last five minutes. “I’d never thought I would say this about sandwiches. It used to be romantic.”

“I don’t think it has ever been romantic,” Simon snorts.

“Excuse you?”

“I’m just saying,” Simon says, smiling at Wille as he approaches his boyfriend. He takes Wille’s hands, running his thumbs over the back of them. “The sandwiches themselves aren’t romantic. But the intentions behind them have always been. There’s no intention behind a sandwich right now.”

Wille hums. He can’t deny this. He pulls Simon closer to him and into his arms, locking his hands behind his back while Simon’s arms come to rest on his shoulders.

As Wille looks around, he takes in how unfamiliar the sight is. It’s weird, in a way, because he knows this place like the back of his hand. It’s the first home they have ever shared together, the small apartment becoming the most lovely mix of them they could create. For the last three years, they have shared this home. They have hosted for their friends, studied for finals, and welcomed home the most adorable cat.

For the past week, they have been packing their lives away, putting everything in cardboard boxes and IKEA bags, ready to move into their new home as soon as they get the keys. Unfortunately, this has also meant that they have had to clean out their fridge, resulting in their meals consisting of sandwiches. Sandwiches for breakfast, sandwiches for lunch, sandwiches for supper. Sandwiches for midnight snacks. Too many sandwiches.

“Do you want to order something?” Simon asks, nosing at Wille’s neck.

Wille nods before pressing a kiss to Simon’s temple. They can order food for their last supper in this little home.

#young royals #wilmon #willemonth2024 #yr fanfic

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thislovintime · 5 months

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Peter Tork, 1970s, 1990s, and 2016.

“To the outside observer, I’m sure it looked as though I had succumbed to the extremities of a given culture. To me, I simply exhibited moderate good sense. Basically, I lived at a poverty level, scratching for odd jobs. I wore a beard, my hair was past my shoulders, and I was working in a restaurant, singing folk songs and waiting tables. I was playing piano and was in and out of various rock groups. I played lead guitar for a rock group called Osciolla [sic]. No records. I was in the bass section of the Fairfax Street Choir, a thirty-give member vocal group. I also fronted a group of my own and tried to make a demo, but it didn’t go anywhere. I had a job offer to come out here to Venice. I also worked as a high school teacher. The mass media has a tendency to distort. As long as capitalism remains the underpinning of society, what is good will always take a back seat to what will sell. General Motors isn’t concerned with making a quality automobile. Sears isn’t concerned with offering a quality television set. All that counts in a capitalistic society is selling. And to the mass media’s way of thinking, a picture of Peter Tork as a so-called ‘burned-out hippie’ with a beard and long hair implies a hopeless case who can’t lift his hand to his face to get his razor up and who has no interest except in stealing to support his drug habit. If that’s what sells, they’ll print that. The truth of the matter is, my primary concern was and is self-realization in a social setting.” - Peter Tork, Blitz!, May/June 1980

Review: “What are your earliest memories about how music engaged your interest imagination; and at what point did you realize that you wanted to pursue it seriously?” Peter Tork: “I'm not sure it ever did, but let me put it this way. I was always drawn to music as entertaining and diverted away from it for various reasons. As a matter of making a conscious commitment to music that happened in my 50s - long after the breakup of The Monkees. But music always held a fascination for me and I always pursued it. Anybody who knows about my Greenwich Village folk days also knows I was engaged into pursuing interesting arrangements and how to go about things musically, always without a conscious sense of commitment to the music that I did create. Not until much later in life can I say that I made a real decision about how to pursue music in my life, which is kind of funny.” [...] Review: “What/s the most challenging component involved with keeping things on an even keel in the music business?” Tork: “Oh, you're talking a couple of different things. A career takes dedication on the part of many different people. One needs people to believe in one and I cannot muster a career on my own hoof. I don't have what it takes to book shows, make arrangements, and tend to all the details, so it takes a village basically. But in terms of staying personally balanced in the midst of showbiz requires a particular little extra something - the ability to rely on something or someone or some process that I'm included in. In other words it's not me and everything else but a process that I'm included in and can rely upon. Sometimes this works mechanically and sometimes its transcendent; but its got to be greater than my solo self and I need to have something on my side - friends who have insight and a collection of people that I can turn to for spiritual uplifting or a joke here or there. Nobody does this alone, but that's true about everything as far as I'm concerned.“ - Review Mag, May 27, 2016

#Peter Tork #Tork quotes #70s Tork #1970s #<3 #The Monkees #Monkees #Peter deserved better #so much respect for PT #Tork banjo #90s Tortk #10s Tork #<333 #can you queue it

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getjoys · 5 months

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Dazzling Daisy Bloom: Her Internet Fame Journey

Some people are born to shine, and Daisy Blooms is one of them. The 22-year-old social media sensation has captivated millions of fans with her radiant smile, uplifting posts, and generous spirit. But how did she go from being a regular girl named Daisy to a dazzling celebrity known as Daisy Blooms? In this article, we will explore her remarkable journey to internet fame, and how she uses her platform to spread joy and positivity to the world.

Birth, Parents and Education of Daisy Blooms

Daisy Blooms is not her real name, but a stage name that she adopted for her social media career. Her real name is Jameliz Benitez Smith, and she was born on June 9, 2001, in the United States. She is of mixed ethnicity, as her father is African-American and her mother is Puerto Rican. She has a younger sister named Jazmin, who also appears in some of her videos.

Daisy Blooms grew up in a musical family, as her father is a rapper and her mother is a singer. She was exposed to various genres of music from a young age, and developed a passion for singing and dancing. She also learned to play the guitar and the piano. She attended a local high school in the United States, where she was popular among her peers and participated in various extracurricular activities, such as cheerleading, drama club, and choir.

In 2019, she completed her high school education and made the decision to pursue her aspiration of becoming a social media influencer. She then enrolled in an online college to study business and marketing. She enrolled in an online college, where she is studying business and marketing. She hopes to use her education to expand her brand and reach more audiences.

Rise to Social Media Stardom

Daisy Blooms started her social media career in 2022, when she was only 18 years old. She created an Instagram account under the name @jellybeanbrainss, where she posted photos and videos of herself wearing colorful outfits, posing with flowers, and sharing positive messages.

Daisy Blooms quickly gained a dedicated following due to her cheerful personality, unique style, and motivating captions. In addition to her successful Instagram account, she also established a presence on TikTok under the username @daisyblooms. Her content on this platform included dance, lifestyle, and modeling videos set to popular rap and hip-hop songs.

Daisy rose to fame on TikTok after a video of her dancing on top of a car went viral and amassed over 2 million views. As a result, she became one of the most influential and well-known celebrities on social media, with millions of followers across various platforms.

Daisy Blooms has collaborated with other notable stars such as James Charles, David Dobrik, and Emma Chamberlain. She has also secured endorsements from major brands including Nike, Sephora, and Coca-Cola. Her success has also been recognized by various magazines such as Vogue, Cosmopolitan, and Teen Vogue.

Relationship

Daisy Blooms is a social media star who has not revealed much about her relationship status. She does not share any videos or photos that indicate that she has a romantic partner, nor does she refer to anyone in her captions or comments. She seems to focus on her career and her fans, and does not disclose much about her personal life.

Social Media

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Source: Getjoys

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viola-halogen · 18 days

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God it always Gets Me how like. uncertain and unsteady Orpheus sounds in Promises. Like “now what do I do?” “Okay let’s go! How?” “”Are you sure you want to go?” Like in Epic III he’s so focused, so intent on finishing his song, on getting Hades to listen, on doing the very thing he was given his gift to do, and in that moment it all comes so naturally to him, like it was fated to happen… and then he manages it, and it’s over. And I feel like he’s probably in shock from it all and suddenly he has to adjust to being in a world after he’s completed his goal, and fulfilled his purpose, and he’s just kind of at a loss. Like he never let himself think this far ahead and now he doesn’t really know what to do anymore.

Also I think a lot about how Promises is sort of like the reverse of Wedding Song. In Wedding Song it’s Eurydice having doubts and Orpheus trying to assuage them, Eurydice questioning a vision that Orpheus believes entirely in. And in Promises it’s the other way around with Orpheus having doubts and Eurydice trying to assuage them. (“What about him?” “He’ll let us go”/“What about them?” “We’ll show the way”

Like I just think it’s a really interesting insight into how both of their characters evolve over the course of the show.

Also, another thing I’ve noticed recently: the little piano melody at the start of Word to the Wise is so fucking ominous. Like there’s this visceral and completely instantaneous tonal shift between Promises and Word to the Wise - Promises ends on this really optimistic note with uplifting music and it really makes you think “yeah they can do this” and then that ominous melody starts and you’re like “Oh Yeah. There’s still a Massive Obstacle in their way.”

#hadestown #orpheus #eurydice

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hayvenforsoulhealing · 2 years

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Take a break and spend some time with these cute furry little friends to relieve your stress... 🐶🐶🐶

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POWER OF PUPS & DOGS with Relaxing / Uplifting / Piano Music

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alby-rei · 3 months

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Comte's Ghost Mansion (IkeVamp; Luigi's Mansion AU) Part 2

a/n: Decided to get this one out soon since Part 1 was more of a prologue. Happy reading! ✨

Tags: Humor, Crack treated seriously, Luigi's Mansion AU, Spooky scary spectral vampires, Ghostbuster MC WordCount: ~1200 words Characters: You, Ghost!Mozart, Comte (mentioned) Previous: Part 1 Next: Part 3

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You lifted the oil lamp given to you by Sebastian to fight off the cold gloom of the mansion, shielding you with a warm, orange barrier. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness eventually. Trotting up the stairs, you opted to explore the east wing first.

A long hallway stretched before you, similar to the one you woke up in, if not the same one. Framed pictures hung against the wall that you passed by. Most of them were generic landscape paintings. You stopped at one that had a name engraved under it.

'Le Comte de Saint-Germain.'

It was terribly dusty. Curious, you removed the dust with the vacuum.

The force of its suction was much stronger than you expected. It latched onto the painting so hard you feared it would crumble and tear.

You, being an amateur at this, could not escape the dust storm that ensued from prying the vacuum off, sending you into a sneezing fit. You stumbled, crashing into something with your elbow. The crash of something fragile froze you in place. It sounded like porcelain.

Little embers illuminated the crime scene. You vacuumed the floor as well as you could, but the larger pieces remained as incriminating evidence. You pushed them under a chair, your sole witness, and hurried along.

“What Sebastian doesn’t know won’t hurt me,” you convinced yourself.

You peeked behind you, discerning if it was hidden enough from a distance. The darkness helped. For now.

Turning the corner, you slowed down to catch your breath. Oddly enough, lively piano music could be heard at the end of this new hallway. It was a catchy melody, one that had you walking in step with the tempo. It was hypnotizing in the way it made you forget what happened earlier. You followed the sound to its source, opening every door on the way. They were all locked.

“Aha!” Right outside where the music was loudest, the click of the doorknob meant you could go through.

You were met with a lone fortepiano in the middle of a pristine white room. Along one wall were instrument cases, probably for violins or violas. You struggled to tell them apart. From an arched window, moonlight peeked between the clouds, reflecting off the white keys in a heavenly glow. Little wispy particles danced in the air as the piano keys played themselves.

You stepped closer, mesmerized by the music, cheerful and uplifting. Familiar, the kind of merry tune that gathers dancing folk at a festival. The day before you visited the Louvre museum, you attended an orchestra concert celebrating Mozart’s 268th birthday. That must be where you heard it.

The piano played its last chord, drawing out its sound until it faded naturally. Scribbles appeared on sheet music paper leaning against the piano's rack, transcribed by a floating ink-stained quill. You blinked and tilted your head around the empty seat. Out of curiosity, you pressed some of the keys.

SLAM!

You jumped back and recoiled your hand, for a couple of reasons. One, the piano was out to get you for using it without permission. Two, there was now a fuming phantom-like figure sitting at the piano. His entire form was wrapped in an ethereal light, and you could see through him at certain angles.

“You dare interrupt my creative process?” His voice echoed in the room. “Have you no respect for a musician’s craft?!”

A gentleman, around the same height as Sebastian, stood up (he had no legs, you noted, so perhaps “floated up” may be more apt) and fixed a glare upon you. His white hair reached past his ears with a fringe swept in an arc, partially obscuring his striking lilac eyes. But it could not conceal the ire behind them. His figure towered over you as he drew near. If he was not about to kill you, you may have called him handsome.

“Hey, let’s talk about this,” you stalled as you fumbled to get your vacuum back on. “What you played was beautiful, I just didn’t notice that you were there.”

You could say he lacked stage presence, but you kept that to yourself.

He narrowed his eyes, keeping his distance from you. “That machine… Hmph, I won’t let you capture me that easily.” The instrument cases unzipped themselves, releasing floating violins from their sleep. They hovered beside the paranormal performer, who blocked your path to the exit. The violin strings acted as a crossbow for violin bows that materialized from thin air. They followed your every move.

You ducked just in time, and a violin bow zipped past you and shattered against the wall into a thousand sparks.

This ghost was not messing around!

At last, the vacuum whirred to life. It vibrated incessantly against your back, like a massage chair. Dodging with the machine proved difficult. You used the piano in the center as a shield, but you knew you had to confront the phantom eventually.

Your aim was shaky, but you managed to redirect the violins away from you. They took time to aim each shot. Once you figured out the rhythm of the attacks, you leveraged the downtime between each one to target the paranormal performer.

The tube latched onto his cravat, bending his figure like a boomerang. He flailed and stretched his arms beyond human proportions in search of an anchor. Struggling against his resistance, you cranked up the strength with an unsteady hand.

Stumbling around the room, you strained to keep the tube locked on its target. Try as he might to wiggle his way out, the paranormal performer proved no match against the Poltergust’s power. His shrieks filled the room, oddly melodic like he was singing his last goodbye to the world. Once he was fully captured, only the blare of the vacuum remained.

You breathed heavily, whirling around expecting more ghosts to pop up. Your whole body shook. You blamed the machine’s vibrations against your back. Seeing no further threats, you switched it off. The shaking didn’t stop.

“So,” you said. “Sebastian really was a ghostbuster, then.” And now, so were you.

You picked up the ink-tipped quill that the paranormal performer held. Beside it was a key. You twirled both items between your fingers. Normal to the touch, nothing magical about them.

“Was that one of the ‘esteemed guests’ I was supposed to avoid disturbing?” You scoffed. “Maybe he shouldn’t have disturbed me first!”

Feeling justified in your self-defense, you grabbed the sheet music and the quill and threw them into your item pouch. They seemed ‘of interest’ enough by your standards to return to the butler. At the very least, you had more questions for him. You kept the key in hand, maybe it would unlock one of the doors you passed by.

Stepping out of the room, you walked with a spring in your step. You just faced a ghost! And lived to tell the tale! Now knowing what you were up against, you kept your eyes peeled for any more irregular movements.

After reaching a dead end, you walked back by the broken porcelain in the first hallway. The painting of ‘Le Comte de Saint-Germain’ was still intact. You sighed in relief, and you could actually observe the painting properly.

The subject of the portrait gazed at you with mysterious amber eyes. There was wisdom behind his gaze, like that of a timeworn tome, and a touch of melancholy. His smile was warm and inviting but didn’t quite reach those eyes. Illuminated by the lamp, recognition washed over you. You’ve seen that same sweeping blond hair and tailored suit before.

It was the same man who you met at the Louvre!

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goodluckclove · 19 days

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Songbird Blog Takeover II: Scott Skylark Kaufner Intro

Hello, everyone!

First off, I should say that this isn't Scott. I'm his sister Tenzin, stepping in to craft a bit of an intro post on his behalf. Katy suggested that we just explain the concept well enough for him to do this himself, but I kind of shot myself in the foot fifteen years ago by making the internet out to be a singular entity that already knows about him. It was the only way I could get him to go online without someone else in the room, but I can't exactly back track and finally explain the whole concept of all of you being individuals with your own lives.

it would either fascinate him or push him into a massive existential crisis. He's agreed to use my old iPhone to post today (I showed him speech to text since touchscreen keyboards are hard for him), and that alone is such a push in the right direction that I don't want to rock his world too hard beyond that.

Anyway, here's what you need to know!

My Brother: The Basics

Scott is 30, Greek-Romanian, and an intersex man (Klinefelter's syndrome). He's an alloromantic asexual - I think sex-repulsed, but I haven't asked him directly for obvious reasons - and could be considered gender nonconforming.

He is also Traditionalist Birthright, and up until the age of 12 was raised entirely without gender.

Because of this, and as he lived exclusively in a witch town until his late twenties, he has nearly zero experience with most forms of bigotry. He does not think his upbringing was unique and does find his form of gender expression to be at all remarkable.

He definitely knows about ignorance though. He's not stupid. Once we were in a gay bar in Portland and a woman who was flirting with me made a sort of fetish-y remark about me being Nigerian and Scott heard and lectured her for ten minutes about the importance of broadening your horizons so you don't make "foolish fucking comments to nice people you've just met".

Scott doesn't know that much about birthright culture. Believe it or not, being a Traditionalist actually means he refuses to learn anything about his own history, instead choosing to see himself as a little creature being cared for by a loving and bountiful earth.

There's a whole thing with birthrights surrounding their middle name. It's considered a special rite of intimacy reserved for loved ones and the most trusted individuals in their lives. His first name is Scott, but considering that he thinks you are all one being he's known since childhood, I'm pretty sure you could call him Skylark if you want.

Scott is very passionate about Greek Mythology, music (He's been playing the piano since the age of two), breakfast foods, gardening, being outside, cats, bugs, food service, libraries, medicine, and uplifting movies about animals. He has seen The Adventures of Milo and Otis twenty-one times. I know this because I have also seen The Adventures of Milo and Otis twenty-one times.

That's all I can think to say. Scott is not at all technology or internet-savy beyond what he's needed to know for work and what he watched me do from over my shoulder. I'm kindly asking that, in turn, you dial back the chronically online high-octane absurdo-nihilism and just be nice to him. He's frankly excessive in terms of allyship, somehow being both sex-repulsed and deeply sex and kink positive (please don't ask why I know this). Katy him what he thought of the furry subculture and he nodded very seriously and said that he found them all very impressive. I don't know what that means. He refused to elaborate.

Scott just told me that he's taking the phone and going out to "show the internet his day". He seems excited.

Please, please be nice to my brother.

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hahafixon · 10 months

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Your Words and Your Love ~ *Kim Hongjoong*

Summary: For the past six months, you have been waiting. You’ve been waiting for your husband to return to you. Life just isn’t the same without him. It’s become duller and less meaningful all alone. Will he ever come back to you?

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1583

Warning: Swearing, Yelling

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter @maeleelee @mxnsxngie @kpop-will-kill-me

The piano keys were cool to the touch, as they had not been played in quite some time. You had been meaning to practice again, but you could never seem to find the right melody. Every time you sat down to play, there was something missing, as if you were missing a handful of important notes to play a proper song.

However, deep down in your heart, you knew the reason why you couldn’t seem to find the time or energy for a song. It wasn’t so much the notes, but rather the room you practiced in. It felt too big, too cold, too lonely. It wasn’t what was missing, but rather who was missing.

If you remembered correctly, and you were certain you did, today marked six months without your love and husband by your side. He had been called away on a matter of utmost importance with his music in a foreign country. Hongjoong assured you that it was nothing for you to worry about and he would take care of it on his own. He vowed the trip would not last longer than three months and that he would write to you every single day. Hongjoong never went against his word, but by the eve of the third month, he had written his final letter to you. He had informed you that there would be a small delay, but it wouldn’t be long before he was back in your arms again.

That last letter was sent three months ago and not a word since. You tried to hold onto what little faith and hope you could, but each passing day made it more and more difficult. You missed him dearly. More often than not, you would cry yourself to sleep, begging for some divine intervention so that you may wake up in the morning with him lying next to you. You would stare forlornly out the window, wondering and praying that today would be the day he would ride in and hold you again, like he did.

In the time he had been absent, you noticed small things going amiss. You noticed how much quieter the manor seemed without his constant music and singing. He was the reason you kept up with learning new piano pieces instead of staying with the same old songs. After the quietness, came the lack of smell. You could no longer smell his cologne on his pillow or in his study. You used to complain lightly that he wore too much of it, but now you wished for nothing more than to have it back.

Now, the truly most frightening of things, you were beginning to forget the way he held you, as if you were made to be in his arms and no one else’s. It scared you more than words could describe. You feared that after forgetting his touch you would forget his laugh and then his smile and then his eyes, until he became nothing more than a memory that felt more like a dream. You couldn’t bear to witness the day you would forget who the love of your life is.

“Miss.” Your lady’s maid bobbed a quick curtsey before scurrying over to you with a concerned expression. “Are you quite alright? Are you still distraught? Shall I make you some tea or get you a compress while you lie down?”

Thinking over her questions, you looked at the piano again. You shook your head as you said, “No, I am fine. But if you please, could you select one of Hongjoong’s pieces. Something pretty and uplifting, if you please, dear.”

She inhaled sharply before softly saying, “Are you sure you can manage, miss?”

“I’m sure I have not forgotten how to play. Please, anything you like, as long as it’s happy. I don’t think I could bear to listen to any of his more melancholic pieces.”

Nodding, she went to his work desk on the opposite side of the room. Rifling through some papers, you sat down and took the piece she offered you. It was your turn to be caught off-guard, reading the title: Your Words and Your Love. It was the piece he specifically composed to play on your wedding day. It was the best song he ever composed in your opinion and you used to play it once a week when you entertained guests, as everyone was so astonished by the intricacies and affection within the notes of the song. It was a song you haven’t heard in months; you almost forgot it existed. Another thing about Hongjoong you were beginning to forget which only made your anxiety grow.

Nevertheless, you forced a smile and thanked her. “Thank you. If you would like to stay and listen, you may, but if you would rather go-”

“I’ll stay.” She assured you with a knowing smile. “Just in case you become overwhelmed, miss.”

You nodded before looking at the keys before you. After just one glance at the sheet music, the memory of playing it came rushing back and you knew muscle memory still held the notes within it. All you had to do was press the first key.

And so you did.

The tempo was slow and mournful, unlike the way Hongjoong had originally written it. You couldn’t bring yourself to play it correctly, for it felt much too happy for you. Instead you played it softly and sweetly, feeling tears well in your eyes. You just wanted your husband back. Was it really too much to ask for?

Your breath hitched in your throat when you got to the climax of the song and you had to stop. A few tears slipped down your cheeks, splashing onto the piano keys. Your hands rested on the cover for the piano keys, wanting to lock the piano forever and keep it closed with hope that he would return to you.

“Don’t stop on my account, dearest.”

A voice you haven’t heard in months spoke out to you. Gasping, you turned to see Hongjoong leaning against the doorframe, looking tousled and more tired than usual. He was smiling at you with that roguish smile that you had fallen in love with oh so long ago.

Before he could speak again, you had leapt off the piano bench and threw yourself into his arms. Now the tears were free falling from your cheeks as you held him tighter than you thought possible. He held you just as close and you could hear his shuddering breaths, as if he himself was trying not to cry. Pulling away, you saw his tear-stained eyes and as one dribbled down his cheek, you brushed it away with your thumb.

“Please tell me this isn’t a dream.” He breathed, pressing his forehead to yours. “Please tell me this isn’t some wonderful, splendid, wretched dream. Please, please, please tell me you are real and you are really in my arms right now.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle before pressing a kiss to his lips. “I do believe it is real.”

“Oh thank God.” He murmured before picking you up and spinning you around the parlor like crazy. A shriek of delight left you and he laughed at your reaction. Setting you down, he peppered your face in kisses, making you giggle like a giddy school girl.

With a sigh, you said, “I missed you so much, I was afraid if you did not return to me soon, I would go mad from loneliness. I was beginning to forget you and it frightened me so. Promise me, Hongjoong, promise me that you will never leave me like that ever again.”

He nodded, becoming deathly serious. Kneeling on one knee before you, he took both of your hands in his. “You have my word. You have all my words. I will never compose for another soul other than you. If I am ever to leave for some strange reason to be parted from you, I shall simply take you with me. I will never leave your side ever again.”

You chuckled before shaking your head. “No, no. You must make wonderful music for other people or we shall never get any money.”

“So my beloved wife only loves me for my money, is that it?” He teased making you shake your head again.

“No. I love you for you and I will always love you for you.” You assured him.

Standing up, he kissed you long and slow and sweet. You smiled into the kiss, certain it would not be your last. Your heart was overflowing with love and gratitude. Your wish to have your husband in your arms again had come true. And you were just as determined as he was to never let him go again.

After the kiss, he led you to the piano where he smiled fondly at the sheet music. “My dearest, would you be so kind as to play this again for me? I do so love it when you play it.”

You nodded before kissing his cheek. “As long as you sit next to me while I play.”

He nodded, faking seriousness. “Oh, most certainly. It is the only proper way to play it.”

Giggling, you sat on the bench and he sat next to you. Looking into his eyes, he smiled lovingly and kissed your lips once more. You then started to play his song specially intended for you, just the way it was written: with love and admiration and joy.

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turnallthemirrors · 7 months

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I'm seeing Andrew McMahon tonight so sorry in advance for deranged posts about sad yet uplifting music and a skinny white man jumping off a piano with his skinny little ankles

#sydposting

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accio-victuuri · 1 year

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WYB’s 6th Single ( Analysis Post ) ☀️

a recap to start : first teaser clues, second teaser clowning, about the studio who made initial artworks and that letter z.

This will include multiple topics and it will be a mix of CPN ( heavily ) and about the track itself, lyrics, relation to yibo’s life and artwork. also my personal thoughts. If you are only here for the candies then feel free to skip to Part II and IV because I discuss it there. Thank you to Yibo for his end of year gift to all of us. 🤍

It’s a long post so get a snack or something. 🍟

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I. The Song Composition

LTS is Yibo’s 6th single and as per the notes on the track, they credited the lyrics to Tang Tian and composed and arranged by the famous Qian Lei. Tang Tian has a lot of song credits. Qian Lei is a known piano composer and you can clearly hear that in this song. An important link is that the theme song for "Yesterday's Blue Sky", which is dubbed by Wang Yibo (for Qi Jingxuan), was written, composed and arranged by the two of them.

This information was actually already “leaked” a few days before the actual song was released. Now the next and common question will be if that’s the case, does it make the song less personal? Well, songs written by an artist themselves really are as personal as you can get. It’s their own words, but sometimes they can write about someone else’s life and experience. Yibo is not the first artist in the world who have people write and compose songs for them but that doesn’t mean he did not connect to it. Yibo only releases one single to his name everyday so it’s logical to think that he will choose one that speaks to him the most. It represents his feelings for the year and what he wants to communicate to his fans/audience. Think about this year, how he was relatively quiet and working, he only became active with BAH and SDC. He almost never posts something personal. This song, so to speak, is his chance to deliver a message to his fans.

The description of the song in streaming platforms is more general and geared towards the theme of uplifting others. This will likely be the same explanation that will be given by Yibo and his team — and they are not wrong. A song can have different meanings and intention. Yibo cannot easily say that this is a love song, that it’s from his experience with a specific person in his life. I don’t doubt that Yibo meant it for people to interpret as a hopeful song to give them warmth. That has always been a part of his character, wanting to uplift other people. A message of individuals coming together and how wonderful that could be.

"Like the Sunshine" is a song about encounter and hope. About hope that ignites the light of the world. Though the winter nights are long and lonely. Let's embrace each other when we meet, we will become a fire that warms each other's hope. The sun will always come inadvertently as usual, then we will discover- It is not the sun that lights up the world, but the light that everyone gathers. the sun is not far beyond the sky, every day we light up for each other. A cluster of flames is the light that illuminates the world

The same is echoed in the weibo post of the studio, Warriors Music.

The cold winter is gone, the warm spring is coming again, and the fallen leaves are new on the branches. We must embrace life like the sun, and we must bloom life like the sun.

The studio has a really cool logo cause it has the word BRAVE that describes Yibo if i do say so myself. Also their tagline is : every author who dares to take risks, integrate, and innovate in music is a warrior! Yes. Sounds like a group of people that someone like Yibo would love to work with. This year 2022, their most notable products were songs for Eason Chan ( which Yibo is a fan of ) as well as Zhou Shen and Faye Wong. So you know that Yibo chose well.

Going back to the actual song, this single is definitely a clear departure from his previous tracks. From upbeat sounds and introspective lyrics to this. I see him trying dipping his toes in with Nian, which was a mix but in this he fully committed. You can say that he has matured and that artists really do evolve in terms of their sound and what they sing about. or if we’re talking political, he is trying to appeal to not having a problematic message to his song so censorship will not criticize him. He’s been lending his voice to a couple of “positive energy” songs this year and he can’t slip up. Now since i’m a turtle, my opinion will be the same as before, love makes you gentle. I could see at some point in 2019/2020 the frustrations Yibo had in his life as a celebrity. Although it’s still there, I wanna believe that he has a better hold of how his life should work now. He has a good support system and someone like GG to get him through. I can only imagine how isolating one’s life would be if you’re a celebrity like XZ/WYB, this is why I’m so thankful they found each other when they did. They saved each other from heartbreak by being there at the right time.

II. The Artwork

*DRUM ROLL* 🥁🥁🥁

The star of so much anticipation and speculation has finally been released. We talked about how a studio claimed ownership of the first two teasers, visualizer and stage design. However for this particular piece, they reposted YBO and their caption was more on the NYE stage which they already claimed ownership initially. If you look at their page, that seems to be their strength, integrating visual design to live performances. I am not trying to discredit this company because I honestly loved the work they do, I’m just pointing out how different this was presented. The previous 2 had their own posts, emphasizing it was creatively designed by them and this did not. I could be wrong about this but i’m adding it here.

Now let’s look at some clues:

1. The strongest one that made me weep is the accidental z. We know that this is ZZ’s recent signature for his artworks and he can’t exactly put it anywhere if he wants to stay as the mystery artist. So being placed in the visualizer in that clever way is amazing. They thought we wouldn’t notice? Lol. This is not the first time a hidden Z was spotted in something related to Yibo ( p2 and p3 ). Add the WYB and XZ reference in the writing itself. We know ZZ is a master of hiding things in calligraphy.

2. Also the similarity between GG’s previous works to this and Nian. We’ve all said this, it gives us that feeling of someone making the same thing. It’s his style. No matter how professional ZZ is and his experience in adapting to what a client wants, you will still see it. If you’ve been exposed to enough of his personal works. It’s like the soul of the artwork screams Xiao Zhan. Take a look. ⬇️⬇️⬇️ Zoom in on the colors of the branch too.

3. The leaves falling remind us of one of ZZ’s photos.

4. A lot of BXGs are using previous Bazaar photos from their Thailand fanmeet and comparing it to the artwork. Black and White to Colored. It’s like when we are apart, we are B&W, but together, they become full of color. 😌

5. I am still in the headspace that GG made this, if he didn’t he gave lots of input or a draft of what it should look like. He may be the one going for the chalk-drawing design and they found a studio with the same style and had more experience in it. Some people might say, ZZ doesn’t have the time. Lol. No. Have you seen him complete artworks in between works while in his trailer? Yep. He can do it. All the more if it’s for someone important like Yibo. I don’t think Yibo necessarily demands it but more of an unspoken agreement. It’s their way of collaborating.

III. Relation to Yibo’s life

Parts of the lyrics that relate to him. I have already discussed in Part I yibo’s reason in choosing this. He had always been known as someone who is quiet and a slow starter but we have slowly seen him opening up to people. I am so happy with his message about the importance of having people around you to get through life. As much as he knows the pain of being separated from his family and friends most of the time, how it’s basically the norm in his life— he still believes that he can’t be alone. He is not Mister Lonely anymore.

How do I call you-the one in the shadows of the trees, the one who waits for the dawn, the one as silent as I am?

This is him acknowledging his trait of being silent and trying to reach out to someone like him. It doesn’t matter if he has hard time doing so, Yibo always had his own way of reaching out to people. Some may be surprised with how well he gets along with people he works with like Huang Xuan ( Luoyang ) , BAH cast and SDC when he is so aloof. However his aloofness doesn’t mean he won’t reach out, he opens himself up and when he does, he really captivates the people around him.

I have once journeyed a very long way, you dreamt a very long dream.

A line that resonated with lots of fans especially about his long journey. He started his career at a very young age, leaving his family, moving overseas and back just for his dream.

The many lonesome nights drift pass like fallen leaves, yet they will find a way to grow anew on the trees.

A very hopeful message about loneliness ending and that those nights will not last forever. I like how this is written because it does not say what’s the cause. It’s not heartbreak or anything — you are just lonely. It is something that a lot of people experience and usually feel guilty about. I think this speaks to Yibo and he wants to pass along the message that this feeling is okay and it will pass.

Dance-at every crossroad, in journeys, in the dawn, in the wind.

Dance. Very Yibo. You can probably use other words here to describe movement but they used dance because it’s very him. Dance has accompanied him in many aspects of his life, good and bad. Yibo will continue to dance through it all.

If we are together, the winter shall pass

Like birds flying through the darkest of clouds

Wherever you go, I wish you happiness

The same theme of coming together, the dark and lonely winter shall end ; It’s about holding on to the hope of better days. This year has been filled with ups and downs for Yibo and I have always loved his disposition of things getting better and having no regrets. There are incidents in year that i’m sure he felt like it’s “winter” but he hold on to the fact that better days are coming. I wish you happiness, his message to the people listening. It’s like wherever you find yourself going after all this, I hope you are happy.

When the winter is past-

Let us exchange our stories.

Finally, another message or coming together as a group. A message of Unity. I like the part of exchanging stories. Those times of “winter” and loneliness is not something to keep and be ashamed of. You can learn from it too and tell other people.

I love how open and vulnerable Yibo allows himself to be by singing these lyrics. He is not going for the “i don’t care” message anymore. He cares. He has such a big heart and wears it on his sleeve. Passer by might see him as an Ice Prince but those of use who watched him for some time know that this is not the case. He easily cries when things move him, fiercely loyal to his friends, attentive to other people and reaches out to those who need his help. That is the true Yibo and he is letting himself be seen now. 🤍

IV. Interpreting the lyrics to BJYXSZD and other clownery

Soaking in the wind of the late spring, waiting for the rains, that usher in the new grains,gazing at the stars together with the wild beasts

gazing at the stars together. Need i say more. This is not just figurative in their case, they did gaze at the stars before. Add the countless star reference between the two. Well. It screams xz and wyb. ✨

As we talk the bonfire is lit, time stealthily passes like the scattering of petals.

This is giving me the imagery of them camping, you know, the bonfire. Which the both of them have talked about enjoying recently. It can also be a figurative description of how a fire was lit when they started talking back then. Once they started, it didn’t stop. It can also be that when they talk to each other by phone or video call — the time of them being apart seem to vanish. There are lots of LRLG submissions of them communicating constantly and I think this points to that.

I have once journeyed a very long way, you dreamt a very long dream.

BITCH! This line made a lot of BXGs cry. I talked about Yibo’s journey in Part III of this post and in this case “dreamed a very long dream” is XZ. It’s not a secret that XZ had a normal life as an office worker but he couldn’t let go of his dream of being a singer so he joined an idol survival show and the rest is history. Personally, I can dismiss all the other lines because this is the most important. It’s the two of them. This tells their story in one line.

If we are true to each other, the winter shall pass

The many lonesome nights drift pass like fallen leaves,

yet they will find a way to grow anew on the trees

You and I will meet just as surely as the world spins

Meeting after the winter sounds like their long distance relationship. It’s an assurance that no matter what happens, despite the lonely night, they will might again. As surely as the world spins. It’s the most natural thing in the world for them to find their way into each other’s arms again. 😭😭😭

Flickering light cupped in my palms for you-

bits and pieces of the happinesses I've picked up along the way

How do I call you-how gentle is your name?

I pray you speak it when the dawn breaks

The most romantic thing right here everyone. Here you go. This is a love song. Come and fight me. Such sweet imagery, bottling up all the happiness and saving it for you. Calling each other’s name. I feel so soft.

Wake just like the sunlight. Dance-at every crossroad, in journeys, in the dawn, in the wind.Wake just like the sunlight.

This is them going through things together, much like dancing in the rain — this has that same meaning. They both go through lots of shit with their lives as celebrities, but they remain unbothered ( mostly ).

If we are together, the winter shall pass

These two lines also speaks of their relationship. As long as they have each other they can get through anything. We see silent ways of them supporting each other. It’s like Yibo hiding ZZ’s rehearsal under his name. Their lawyers being related in practice. Suing the same companies.

Let us exchange our stories

Their usual never ending talking to each other about anything and everything under the sun. Whether in what we’ve seen with their interactions in BTS or Untamed promos— to the LRLG submissions. They always keep in touch. They are genuinely interested in what each other is doing.

In general, it’s the story of the love being present and remaining warm despite the distance. It does not deny that their is loneliness but it shall pass because their love is stronger. This has to be the most romantic song in Yibo’s roster of singles.

V. Final thoughts

My initial exposure to Yibo’s singing was Wuji and Bu Wang so you can only guess what kind of sound I fell in love it when it comes to his voice. I have always wished for a mellow song — a love song, and I am happy that gave it now. This seems like such a perfect time for a track like this. It’s so Yibo. It’s another aspect of him — not the cool/motorcycling/skateboarding/blank faced Yibo. It’s the Yibo that is warm and wants others to feel safe and heard.

This song will be so wonderful on stage. It will definitely be a unique performance, as expected of Yibo. It’s such a good way to end the year! Truly feels like a reward. 🙏🏼

-END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here folks im just clowning like i always do #cpn thoughts

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