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happysadyoyo · 7 months

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Part 2 of this from the time loop au

It won't let me reblog and add another read more. Stupid imo.

@pillowspace I'm tempted to write some major hurt next but idk if you would be comfortable being tagged in that.

You're dangling several feet off the ground, rotating very slowly in a circle. Below you, the arcade machines look like multi colored tiles, the carpets erratic 90's pattern (sure this place may be 80's themed, but those patterns scream pre-grunge early 90's) rendered mute by the distance.

What's scarier though is the drop to the next floor down. You got yoinked at the edge of the stairs, so the tips of your shoes poke past the safety bannister. If you fell...

"Brat." Moon's voice crackles on the word. He jerks you higher, into the safety of the rafters as the DJ drags his massive form over the machines, pushing open the bathroom doors with one hand to feel inside. Instinctively, you cover your mouth with your hands, your panicked breathing sounding loud even to you.

Moon shakes you a little and you find yourself staring directly into the red LEDs of his eyes. That smile is ever present, but he looks less a jester and more a predator. A cat, crouched and ready to pounce. You've seen a cat catch a mouse before. You hadn't ever thought what it'd be like to be the mouse.

"Are you going to drop me?" You finally managed to ask, hands still over your mouth. Moon's head rotates, just a little too much for it to look like a human motion.

"No," he finally says, and that's a small relief. "Should put in time out. Naughty naughty brats belong in time out."

"I'm not naughty," you protest. Moon's silence is incriminating. "Okay, it's a little bad to be here after closing but. But..." You hesitate. "I'm trying to help you." It wasn't a lie. It wasn't the whole truth, but it wasn't a lie.

"I don't need help," he snaps back, lifting you higher. Your stomach sinks, and for one second you're convinced he's about to fling you to the ground. Instead, he sets you on one of the rafters, releasing your sweater at last.

You grab at the metal girder, heart thumping hard against your rib cage. "You do though. Don't you want to see the kids again? Like before?"

There's no response, and your fingers are starting to hurt from how hard you're clinging. Below you, the DJ is moving, searching for you. His music is thrumming in time with your heart. Or maybe it's you adjusting to it, trying to find a new rhythm after Moon scared you out of your old one.

"Moon?" You want to reach out, but that meant letting go. Trusting yourself not to fall. Trusting him. Do you trust him?

You wobble a little as you let go, leaning into the empty space. Moon flinches away, a hand raising, but you still brush your fingers over his faceplate. "Moon, I am your friend," you insist. "You have to know that. You have to."

How do you explain that you know him, that you've met him three times already, and you know how to save him. Save Sun.

"You're the assistant," he says, and the growl is back in his voice. "You're my replacement. Not a friend." He pulls away from your hand, and then he's gone, zipping away, towards the atrium. Leaving you stuck in place as the music dies down, your eyes starting to itch.

Several loops later, you won't remember the terror of making your way back down to the arcade, fighting tears so you could see where you're going. The fear will be wiped out by exhaustion and pain, emotional and physical, experienced over and over. But for now, right now, this might be the most painful rejection in your life.

Because it's Moon. And you know him. You know he's not truly malicious, that there's something wrong. And he has to know too. Why else did he save you from the DJ? Why else is he not currently hunting you down as you make it back to the ground and walk on shaky legs to the elevator? He knows you're a friend. He has to.

By the time you make it home, the sun is starting to peak out from the horizon. You pull your curtains in your bedroom, collapsing into bed without taking your shoes off. And finally, you let yourself cry. You cry, burying your face in your pillows, curling up tight. You cry, and you think distantly of fictional characters who get trapped in time loops too. What sort of monster would dream of a world like this? To repeat the same thing over and over, only to fail time and time again. Being the only one who remembered.

You fall asleep slowly, and when you wake, it's well past noon. Your body feels heavy, your eyes crusty. There's the start of a headache, medicine withdrawal. It's been over 24 hours, and your body is warning you. Your ear hurts. You find your hearing aid, dead, buried in the sheets. You put it on the nightstand to charge.

When you check your sweater, you're not surprised to find some of the yarn had been stretched out of place, frayed and torn bits where Moon's fingers dug in. You'd have to fix it before your next shift. The kids loved your sweater, found it as safe and secure as you did.

Your Fazwatch is dead too. On the charger it goes, cell phone next. There's a text, but you don't bother checking it. You know it's work, asking you to come in today. You had, twice before. You slept through it today.

It's after you shower and you're toweling off that you notice the bruise on your shoulder. You touch it and wince, remembering hitting the arcade. You hadn't expected it to still be so tender. Maybe the warm water did something? You look at it better in the mirror, catching sight of your face. You look tired. And paler than normal? You poke at your eyebags, squinting, trying to remember what you looked like before this started happening.

Maybe you shouldn't go in tomorrow.

#time loop au #dca #re major hurt think like yn actually remembering dying at moons hands level of hurt #okay sorry for spamming you today I'm going to go play minecraft now instead of sleep

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slavghoul · 1 year

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First musical emotion?

TF: I grew up in an environment full of music, with a very open-minded mother who listened to a lot of pop and rock music and, above all, an older brother who was 13 years older than me. That's how much I was immersed in teenage culture as a child. I was 3 years old in 1984 when the glam metal wave invaded the airwaves and TV screens. These bands, like Kiss, WASP or Mötley Crüe, very strong visually for a child, attracted me irresistibly. And let's not forget Twisted Sister. I Wanna Rock is the track that remains the basis, the trigger for everything for me. A song that, at 3, 13, 23 or 43 years old, still has the same effect on me as soon as I hear it: to jump in the air like a madman.

First record bought?

If not Kiss, probably a Rolling Stones album. It didn't make much of an impression on me because my brother used to buy so many of them, so my money was mostly spent on Star Wars stuff. There are tons of bands I love, but I think the Stones are my favourite. Because they embody everything I love about rock, even though they weren't as sophisticated as the Beatles or Pink Floyd. Between 1967 and 1972, in their darkest period, nobody did it better than them: they had the look, the attitude, the style and, on top of that, the songs! Let It Bleed is incredible, with songs like Midnight Rambler and Live With Me. As much as I admire technical singers, virtuosos of harmony, Jagger remains unique. I've never tried to imitate him, but as a performer he is the absolute model.

First concert of note?

My brother used to take me to see local punk bands at a very early age, but I remember B.B. King most of all, when I was about 5 or 6, with my mother. It was a jazz festival, outside in the courtyard of a castle, a very cool atmosphere. As soon as B.B. King started playing, there was electricity in the air. Everyone got up and started dancing, I was blown away. And as I was the only one of my age, I could move around freely, so much so that I found myself in the backstage, in front of B.B. King himself! He invited me into his dressing room: "Do you play the guitar?" - Yes! - so don't stop!" And I took his advice. Even though I sing on stage, the guitar is still my favourite instrument, the one I play and master the most.

The band that best managed to avoid the pitfall of the image taking precedence over the music?

Kiss, unfortunately, was far from being up to the task musically. Alice Cooper, after two minor first albums, went on to make four incredible albums with the original Alice Cooper Group. Above all, he made a phenomenal comeback with Welcome to My Nightmare in 1975. After that, the show took over... The band that managed to stay straight and dignified, without compromising the artistic quality of their work, is undoubtedly Iron Maiden. All of their 80's production is impeccable, and if they had a slump in the 90's, they came back even stronger with the return of Bruce Dickinson, and have been going strong for twenty years! Their work ethic is exemplary. With Ghost, we take up Phantom of the Opera, one of my favourite tracks from their early period, and one of the few where I felt we could add a little something to it.

Best punk song in the world?

There are so many, because I was also brought up on the sounds of the Pistols, the Ramones, the Dead Kennedys... But as a kid, I never got tired of listening to The Great Rock'n'Roll Swindle again, especially the sequence where Sid Vicious sings My Way. His version is one of my favourite songs of all time. What could be more awesome than to see a guy slaughtering this standard while doing the same, shooting the shit, with the audience that came to see him! It was like the ultimate middle finger, and it made me happy, and it showed me the way.

The band that remains the grail for you?

Queen, because the show side, the big show, is the ultimate for me. In the early 70s, my favourite musical period, there were no big shows yet, like the Stones started doing afterwards. Queen is the same. Of course, their best albums are from the 70s, but the peak of their career for me is the Wembley concert in 1986. Magic wasn't a great record, but the show was breathtaking, dantesque, with a repertoire as vast as it was delirious. If Ghost could ever come close to the 1986 Queen, I would be delighted.

The greatest Swedish band?

ABBA, of course. No one will ever be able to stand in their way. The Beatles are the monarchs of English rock, ABBA the monarchs of Swedish pop. Björn and Benny are national heroes. I found myself at a huge, formal party when Benny suddenly sat down at the piano and started Thank You For the Music. There was silence in a second. This guy is a monument. You can't imagine what ABBA has done, not only for pop music, but also for Sweden and the Swedes. This band proved that you can move mountains.

Which Ghost song are you most proud of?

Cirice, probably. I often write my songs by singing into my phone a melody that is in my head. We were about to finish the album Meliora. And the co-producer tells me that a really heavy and powerful track is missing. I tell him I have this heavy, heavy, macabre sounding tune with a long intro and a crushing riff. He suggests I tweak it while he goes for a run. When he came back, I had written a chorus, lyrical, catchy. It wasn't the leaden track he was hoping for. But it won us a Grammy!

The most evil band?

Certainly not Mercyful Fate, as one might imagine. They, like most Norwegian death metal bands, more or less satanic, are the most charming guys I've ever met. They seem more like nice teachers than evil creatures. The scariest band is probably Von, a mythical American black metal band from Hawaii. These guys were really scary, with their terrifying size, they looked really dangerous. But I think the evil is mostly on the side of those who pretend to defend the good. For me, the most evil and unattractive musician is Ted Nugent. He's pro-life, pro-hunting, and claims he's only fighting for freedom. But the world he defends is about as free and tolerant as Vladimir Putin's. I refuse to listen to him.

#the band ghost #tobias forge #interview

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blerb-f1 · 10 months

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I noticed that y’all have no idea what Germans grew up listening to. Late 80’s/very early 90’s stuff is THE SHIT and all the drivers definitely know them by heart as do i. So here’s a songfic to a sappy German lovesong(?) that we know by heart. Also, i may have been a bit drunk and a bit nostalgic so yes

This one is called “dammit, I love you” and one of my all time favorites https://youtu.be/x6q0ciiqyG0.

Ex! Sebastian Vettel x Reader (songfic!!)

I wander through the streets until after midnight

Loved doing that back then as well

Don’t need you for that

Sebastian stared at the cold leaves falling, hands shoved into his pockets. 2013, the year of evil things. Good Guy Seb was gone, especially after Multi 21. Same with his homelife, he grew bitter and almost jaded. The infighting with Mark traveling home to you, his Girlfriend. To be exact, his ex-girlfriend. You didn’t want to hear him like this anymore. You struggled through so much together, so why didn’t he want to listen? That’s what you had told him, but he knew better. He had to prove himself, to be the man. With or without you. Showing that he wasn’t just lucky, winning thanks to the car but instead due to his own prowess.

I’m sitting at the bar, drinking another beer

Back then, together we’d be here

It doesn’t affect me, doesn't affect me at all.

He pulled the big, wooden doors of his usual bar open, the Barkeeper mildly nodding towards him with a pained expression. He knew everything about the situation, witness to one to many fights and breaking up equally many of them. He celebrated Sebs first World Title with you here, sponsoring Champagne to every guest that stumbled in. How quickly Time had passed since then. Sliding into his usual seat, the barkeeper quietly placed a bottle of beer in front of him which Sebastian hurried to take a sip from.

This season was over, and It had taken enough from him. Ferrari was going to be a new start- Start of a new journey without you. He could do this without you. He should. He had to.

Opposite of me sits a guy like a bear,

I imagine if he was your new man

It doesn’t affect me at all

Seb stared at the tall, muscular man sitting there. He looked a lot like Jenson Button, a guy you were often rumored to be cheating with. Not that you’d do that. You were loyal, if so to a fault.

Suddenly it hits me and i approach him

I tell him off:” Leave my Woman alone”

He just asks:” Are you mad?”

And all i can think of is You

Staring into Jenson’s Face just flared his deep rooted Anger. Those fake cheating news had started it all, making his trust towards you weaker. Making him question you while you were there for him through thick and thin. So what if you actually were with Jenson now? Sipping Cocktails somewhere in Britain? You, wrapped around his arms?

'No, that needed to stopped.'

He pushed the chair back and stomped towards Jenson, Face filled with Anger. “Leave my Woman alone!”, he almost screamed while slamming his fist on the table. Jenson jumped upwards in shock, clearly surprised. “Are you Mad?” he pushed Seb away from him. The barkeeper was quick to arrive, grabbing Seb by the sleeves and pushing him out. Muttering something about enough Alcohol which Seb didn’t hear. All he could think of was you. Your beautiful, loving eyes staring back at his upon waking up. The texture of your skin while wrapped around him.

Dammit, I love you

I don’t love you

Dammit, I need you

I don’t need you

Dammit, I want you

Dammit, I don't want you

I don’t want to lose you

Slowly I’m starting to remember it all

I just wanted to be a bit more free

Am I now or am I not?

You’d left before the season was over, after your big fight in Hungary. Dyed his Hair blonde because you loved his natural hair so much. Ready to actually become the villain you called him.

I didn’t fit into your happy world

But it and you, are what i’m missing the most

I simply can’t believe it

He was free to do whatever he so desired , but at what cost? He dominated the season but without your love at home, without you tousling his locks so gently, nothing was fine anymore. You were angry at his rude demeanor, his blatant disregard of others. You didn’t understand, with Michael being like that he felt like he had to prove himself anew. To prove himself the new German hope as some called him.

Opposite of me Is a phone

It’s laughing at me mockingly

It won’t, it won’t ring

His iPhone laid there, Wallpaper back to the default one instead of your wide smile, sometimes turning on to inform him of some trivial news yet none of them related to you. Were you actually happy without him, living your best life?

He did something he hadn't done since meeting you: smoking. You hated the smell with a fiery passion. Sebastian grabbed a cigarette from the Box (Marlboro Reds of course) and placed it between his lips while procuring a lighter from god knows where. Lighting it and taking a deep breath. The hot smoke filled his body with a warmth he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Seven beers, smoked too much

This is what a man needs

But nobody, nobody to stay “Stop it”

And again, all I can think of is You

He dropped the lit cigarette into the empty beer bottle, face crashing flatly on the table. Nicotine and Alcohol running through his veins, making his body fuzzy. You’d have said Stop. You didn’t like seeing him in this state.

You’d have said Stop like you always did. The voice of reason in his miserable, little life. Stop to Betrayal. Stop to Fighting. Stop to Self-Doubt and Self-hatred.

Dammit, I love you

I don’t love you

Dammit, I need you

I don’t need you

Dammit, I want you

Dammit, I don’t want you

I don’t want to lose you

He didn’t want to lose you but he already did. You were gone.

#Sebastian Vettel x Reader #Sebastian Vettel x you #Sebastian Vettel #f1 x reader #blerb writes

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starrclown · 5 months

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☆Helluva Boss's human world I fear will cause problems in Hazbin☆

Matey's I feel like there is a issue we don't talk about. Helluva Boss's human world. Obviously the human world is supposed to resemble our world, it's Earth after all. This is the issue. What's the one thing about the people that could cause problems? The humans are insanely stupid.

(I wanna point out Random Game Critics video on Helluva Boss Season 2 episode 5. Bomb YouTube channel by the way, check him out he's funny. He points out that he believes that Helluva Boss's humans are so dumb to mimic Invader Zim. Incase you didn't know Moxxie's voice actor is Richard Horvitz, the voice actor who played Zim. Invader Zim is also Vivziepop's favorite cartoon. This is a theory I can absolutely believe.)

The humans on Earth are insanely stupid. The humans don't relize that demons are among them even though I.M.P does not disguise themselves. Martha was able to recognize I.M.P, the other humans cannot. The two inventors are also insanely goofy and cartoon like. The humans are insanely goofy and stupid. That's where I fear the problems could come in.

5 out of the 6 main casts in Hazbin Hotel were people. Alastor died in 1933, Angel Dust died in 1947, Nifty died in the 50's, Husk died in the 70's, and Vaggie died in 2014. I fear how goofy the human world is could affect the lives of the characters. And you could argue, "Oh, the humans are in OUR time period! 2020 to the modern day! We are pretty silly so it could be making fun of that!" Which yes, that could be it. Which is still a problem considering Vaggie died in 2014 and all the other sinners that died in the 2000's. While Helluva Boss could be making fun of modern day it's still a issue considering more modern day sinners. Also, some of the goofy humans are pretty old. Here, Lyle and Loopy. While we don't know how old they were when they accidentally aged themselves up but they looked to be in early to late 30's to 40's. That would mean they were born in 80's to 90's. That's pretty close to some of the sinners we know in the show died. (Velvette, Valentino, Husk.)

Another issue I have is the concept of what humans can do. If sinners are supposed to be mysterious that could possibly make deals with humans then the humans should be more realistic right? While we dont know if demons can communicate with humans but there always is a possibility. Mind you, Lyle and Loopy made a machine that could reverse your age. That's not realistic at all. And yes I know I know, it's a cartoon, and Helluva Boss and Hazbin won't reference each other but it's still a issue. The reason I have such a issue with this is because you have to remeber some of these characters lived through horrific events.

(Also let me get on record that I don't think that Vivziepop will make fun of horrific events. I'm stating this because if the humans are this goofy, I'm scared of how she'll treat the TIME PERIOD of the horrific event. Get it? Like seriously, Alastor, depending on how dark his skin was, would still go through segragation and racism considering his time period. Angel Dust could also be a person of color, so could Husk. Nifty and Vaggie were confirmed poc, Japanese and Salvadoran respectively. Like Angel and Husk, both are queer in different ways. Both would be HEAVILY discriminated against. Also, Angel's mafia background. Incase you guys don't know, homosexuality in the Italian mob is HEAVILY discriminated against and looked down apon. Recently Italian mobsters are allowed to be gay but they can still get beat up and killed for "flaunting" it. If Angel's family is as mean as Vivzie has described them then there is no way Angel would be able to be feminine in anyway, or show any "gay traits." Seriously this was the 1940's. Thats whne the bible had the bible changed to 'man shall not lay with boy' to 'man shall not lay with man' I hope Vivzie remembers the time period these characters came from because their backgrounds could affect the way they are and how OTHER people treated them.

Like here, Alastor, Angel, Nifty (depending on when she was born.), Husk, and Vox, lived through The Great Depression, 1929- 1939. Hell, Angel, Nifty, Vox, and . lived through World War 2. (There's also a theory that Angel could have been in the war. Same thing with Husk and Vietnam. If they choose to go down that route I hope they treat it with respect. It would also need EXTRA care considering if Angel was in the war he's ya know gay and World War 2 discriminated agaisnt ALOT of people. Jews, gays, trans, poc, disabled people.)

Seriously there is just alot of fucked up stuff that went on during these characters lives and I hope that the human world in Hazbin Hotel is more serious than Helluva Boss.

(Vivzie stans please don't attack me, I just wanted to state my worries. Also! Guess what's next? MY IMAGE of what Hazbin Hotel characters could have looked like as humans. I wanna just teach people alittle but about the time periods these characters feom and a few small headcannons. Look out for that!! Bye Matey's!!)

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

#Hazbin Hotel critique #hazbin hotel criticism #helluva boss #hazbin hotel #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #Vivzie please treat these characters backgrounds with respect 🙏

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niuniente · 21 days

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Saw your little thing about ask you anything, and I'm sure you've been asked this before but I haven't seen it... HOWEVER, what pieces of media do you think have inspired you the most to make your ocs and the comics that go with them?

A though question. I don't think I have anyone as a direct inspiration as "I want to draw like this artist" or "I want to create stories like this author". I'm certain that the majority of my inspiration is subconscious or runs around certain favorite tropes or themes, like punk and cyperbunk, as well as lots of music, too.

If I narrow this down to media which has really inspired me when I have encountered it the first time, then the inspiration list will be the following:

Comics by Petri Hiltunen. Some of his works have been translated to English, like Anabasis. I can't remember anymore what happened in the comic Asfaltitasanko (An Asphalt Field) but I remember that it really hit me the right way when I was 13.

Sláine series by Simon Bisley. It's still running and I read every new book. This is actually a feminist barbarian comic, which is a great combination and you will see echoes of that in Alrick.

Hob Gandling's story in The Sandman series. Oh I wish I could experience again the time when I read the story for the first time. I was mind opening for a 13 year old.

Vintage manga from 70's and 80's, as well as anime from 90's and early 2000 (like Slayers Next below). Expressions were very prominent back then and I do generously use that whenever possible. I was SUPER happy when I started watching Jujutsu Kaisen and it had those really big expressions!

I think that from anime, I should perhaps mention Bleach, because Grimm is inspired by Bleach series Grimmjow. Who is, by the way, also a cat (a panther).

Alrick, the whole premise of Death-Head Organization and the generous use of black, solid masses gets all its inspiration from a manga Sun-Ken Rock. Especially from the protagonist Ken Kitano, who is the best positive masculine example in any media I have ever encountered. Also, Algoth looks is inspired by Ken's right hand man, Benito Armani:

For the animals and animal parts of the characters in DHD, I LOVE kemonomimi! For other series, inspiration comes from game series Bloody Roar and from a comic series Blacksad. Rena is inspired by Bloody Roar's Mitsuko the Wild Boar.

We simply can't forget fashion! Metal, punk, cyberpunk, kinksters, and other dark dressed underground people. I'm asked at times why everyone seems to dress up the same and my answer is that since the comic is black and white, with black outfits I get to add some contrast to it. Alexander McQueen is awesome!

Other mentions to practice keeping mind open, which allows stories to be formed without judgment or thinking that I have no base for this: - Jeffrey Burton Russell's books about the Devil and religious history - Conspiracy theories (as what kinds of things people believe in and how they find evidence for it to support their views, including opposing conspiracy theories like Moon landing was fake VS Moon landing did happen but we haven't gone back because of aliens on the Moon) - Quantum physics

I'm certain you can pick up more things which have inspired me from my stories and drawings. But, if we speak ONLY about Death-Head's Deal, then underground fashion, Sun-Ken Rock, 80's and 90's vintage manga&anime, and Blacksad are the ones.

#ask niu

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ambrossart · 29 days

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Hello, my question is about the Bowers gang and the music. I simply found it curious and fun and since Victor also seems to be a music fan and invited Evelyn next time to listen to music, my question is about her musical tastes, if she has a group. favorite or what genre of music do they listen to or if they have a favorite singer since Belch is a character who is characterized by the fact that he loves Metallica, so he asks me what type of music would each one listen to, Belch, well, he listens to metallica and anthrax (he has a band t-shirt and it appears in a movie if I remember correctly) Victor in one of the chapters says that he likes an Aerosmith song but from there I don't have an idea of the bands or singers I heard, much less Henry or Patrick, I feel Patrick would be the strangest, he doesn't even seem like a person who listened to music or is a fan of someone and Henry doesn't seem that way to me either, and also it's from the 80's so it's even more interesting because I love the music of the 80's. 80s and 70s.

First of all, I absolutely love questions like this! I’ve had the worst week, so this was a very welcome mental vacation. Thank you for this.

Anyway, let’s discuss everyone’s music preferences! I’m just gonna break this down character by character to make my life easier.

— Evelyn

Evelyn likes whatever songs catch her ear on the radio. Music isn’t a huge part of her life, so she doesn’t really have a favorite song or artist. She has songs she likes (a lot of those classic 80s pop hits), sure, but I doubt she knows the names of most of them. So far, I think the only artists I’ve specifically mentioned her liking are Olivia Newton-John, the B-52s (literally just for “Love Shack” probably), and The Beach Boys, but we’ll discover more of her interests later. It’s not a major storyline by any means, but it does get explored.

— Vic

This may be a departure from canon, but in my mind, Victor Criss is an early adopter of the whole 90s grunge aesthetic. Messy hair. Ripped jeans. Flannel. Oversized shirts. Drinking coffee and smoking weed. If this story took place in the 90s, Vic would be all up in that grunge scene. I’m honestly super bummed I couldn’t go that route with him, but mark my words, that boy will go full grunge in college. He will.

Since this story doesn’t take place in the 90s, a lot of people (and by “people” I mean the characters in the story) probably assume Vic’s into heavy metal like Belch, but that’s not necessarily true. See, Vic is very picky about his music, and I don’t mean that in a snobby way at all (although Vic can be a little snobby about it). For him, music is therapy. Vic just wants to get really high, listen to some music, and escape himself for a while. And the wrong kind of music can be painfully grating to him, like to the point where it would cause him intense physical discomfort. That’s why he’s so picky.

So what kind of music does Vic like? I dunno… I could see him being into psychedelic rock, artists like Pink Floyd, Jimi Hendrix, Cream, The Byrds, The Beatles, stuff like that. Vic is very private about his music, though. There’s a reason Christie Gibson can’t seem to figure him out.

It's also a pretty big deal that Vic has invited Evelyn to listen to music with him. Just saying.

— Belch

Next to Victor, Belch is probably the most serious about music. As we all know from the movie, heavy metal is his preference and his passion, but he’s also the kind of guy who can (secretly) appreciate a well-composed song regardless of its genre. That being said, Belch does tend to steer clear of the mainstream pop music scene… unless, of course, Christie Gibson is with him. Yeah, when those two are together, he pretty much lets her play whatever music she wants (because Belch is a good boyfriend).

— Henry

Yeah, I don’t think Henry is that serious about music. He listens to it, sure, everyone does, but it doesn’t impact his life significantly. Despite that, Henry’s tastes are probably very similar to Belch’s, simply because that’s how Henry gets exposed to most of his music: he listens to whatever Belch plays in the car. Apart from that, I could also see him being into bands like Led Zeppelin, Blue Öyster Cult, Deep Purple, Kansas, etc. But would he consider any of them his favorite band? Probably not, because Henry doesn’t have a favorite band.

Honestly, I think Henry has a very negative relationship with music in general. Anything that tries to tap into his emotions or influence his emotions, yeah Henry doesn’t like that. At all. He doesn’t wanna feel things. He doesn’t wanna think about his parents or his childhood. He wants all that shit to stay buried real deep.

— Patrick

For Patrick, all music sounds the same—and by that, I mean it’s all just “noise” to him. He doesn’t connect to it on any level, least of all emotionally.

In Chapter 5 (I think?) we saw Patrick using the radio kind of like a weapon. He purposefully messed with the knob to create the most annoying sounds his possibly could, hoping that it would drive the other guys in the car crazy. And it worked. Belch almost crashed the damn car. That pretty much sums up Patrick’s relationship with music. It’s just something else for him to manipulate and use for his entertainment.

So yeah, I could see Patrick listening to some really weird shit, like music that isn’t really music, but more like a bunch of random creepy/disturbing sounds put together. Patrick’s a weirdo. There’s no way he listens to traditional music.

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Okay, that's all I have to say on the subject. Thanks again for this ask! It was a lot of fun to think about. ❤️

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positivementalaxolotl · 2 months

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In the US, if someone commits the most HEINOUS crime you can think of, they almost always get to live their lives. The death penalty is not only INCREDIBLY controversial, but also almost never actually used. Since the 80's it's averages about 50-ish people per year, and the last several years has been closer to 20-ish. Remember- this is out of the approx. 1440 (in 2018 according to Pew Research Center on the analysis of the federal judiciary) yearly that are convicted of a crime (Please also keep in mind that of the calls made about a crime only 2% of them actually make it to court, but of that 2%, 90% are found guilty.) People who are given the death penalty are less than 2% of the less than 2% convicted of a crime (No that was NOT a typo) When we put people in jail, we do so in hopes that they will become better people. (Or at least that's what we're being told the reason they are is) People who do bad things CAN turn themselves around. They just need to be given the resources to do so.

So why in the hell is the fucking USA saying that killing 3 times the amount of people deemed as okay? Not only killing, but without a proper jury and fair trial? Why in such a HORRIFIC way? Bombs? Mass Shootings? Stopping resources at the gates? This is absolutely NOT what the US should be standing for: We are suppose to be working under the belief that EVERYONE deserves a fair trial, regardless of any beliefs, evidence, or witnesses at the crime scene at the time of the crime. Even if a thousand people saw the murder of a man in person without the ability to hurt anyone else, that murderer would be given a fair trial. There are tens of thousands of people being murdered in Palestine. Why are more CHILDREN dying than the alleged original attack against Israel? Why are men with no evidence of affiliation with any terrorists being ripped away from their families and used as human meat shields? Why are so many people being starved, dehydrated, bombed, shot, and displaced instead of being brought to a fair court room? Israel got the rights to a fair hearing, yet their victims have not.

This is all also assuming that everyone in Palestine is guilty! The VAST majority of people in Palestine are not terrorists. The majority of the deaths in Palestine have been children, that's more children specifically that are recorded dead than Israel has claimed died during the attacks in early October. There is no possible way that the infants, toddlers, and young children that have died could have been a guilty member of a terrorist group. They would be victims as well, not deserving of being killed. And yet here we are.

I cannot express my deep sorrow for those in Palestine. I cannot even begin to imagine what it's like being displaced, starved, and bombed as I watch my loved ones pass away and kidnapped. However, I hope I'm able to convey my hope. My belief that everyone in Palestine will be free. Please, contact whoever you can in the US. I don't care if it's only your neighbor, a representative, or Genocide Joe himself. Please Free Palestine.

#free palestine #free gaza #palestine #gaza #US #death sentence #Law #guilty #crime #USA #United States

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megaawkwardhuman · 1 year

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don't mind me I'm just going insane over nandor's rings

OK OK OK SO idk WHY but my brain suddenly remembered this post by someguywife and it got me wondering how long has he owned those rings?

disclaimer: 100% looking too deep into this and most likely going insane also for the most part I only focused on old photos in the show since I doubt they would go out of their way to edit the rings onto the paintings for nandor

first I looked through the intro and for the most part the rings are nowhere to be seen.

(side note: didn't notice that the last photo was taken on the same night as the new years eve photo :D)

anyway I say for the most part cause of this fucking photo...

Now I don't know shit about polaroids but there's some numbers at the bottom of these photos.

This probably means something but after looking it up all the info I could find talks about numbers on the BACK of a photo so that's fuuuuuuuun. I would keep looking into this but I keep going in circles so please if you have any idea what 090111225 4 could mean please let me know It's driving me fucking crazy. I'm assuming it could translate into a date but idk it could mean nothing.

now looking at the outfits in the photo I'd say this is in the 70s maybe? idk I also suck at analyzing clothes so for now this photo is a dead end WHICH SUCKS CAUSE IT'S ONLY GOING TO GO DOWNHILL FROM HERE!

IF this is the 70s then on we have a rough estimate of WHEN he got them but that's just the intro what about in actual episodes.

if we go back to s2e8 collaborations we get a look at nandor in the 70s when he shows us photos of him and is old familiar benjy aND GUYS GUESS WHAT? N O F U C K I N G R I N G S

the latest date we see on one of those photos is 1974 so around the mid to late 70s he got his ring grea- oh what's that? there's more? greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat...

so going from season 2 to season 3 on s3e3 gail we also get to see some more old photos of our fav cringefail. he says they've been on and off for 30 to 40 years and doing the math that means they met around the early 80s so surely he should have his rings by now right? RIGHT?

at first no BUT THEN

DING DING DING I SEE A FUCKING RING FOLKS

so the next photo shows him celebrating new years with her and she looks to be around the same age SO THAT MEANS HE GOT THE RING IN THE LATE 90- wait the fuck a minute...

huh... WELP SHIT THIS GOT COMPLICATED!

so looking at the photo booth photos again it's most likely the rings nandor usually wears so you'd think he'd be wearing them since you know HE WEARS THEM ALL THE TIME!? but NOPE he's wearing this red ring instead.

and in the next photo you can't tell at all what ring he's wearing.

so what does this all mean? well here's my current theory:

at some point when he was first with gail he got his rings (whether it was a gift or something he picked up idk) so around the 80s or 90s but he didn't wear them as often as he does now.

head cannon: after guillermo complimented the rings we see him wear in the show he made sure to wear those specific rings everyday

thanks for watching me go crazy coming to my TED talk

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits #wwdits meta #wwdits theory #nandor the relentless #word garbage™#my head hurts #I'm gonna go take a nap or something :P #if I see ONE MORE photo of nandor's hands I think I'm going to actually lose it #I hope one day we get ANY sort or info about these rings #CUZ I REALLY WANNA KNOW WHAT THE EVER LASTING FUCK IS UP WITH THESE RINGS

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bratshaws · 9 months

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through the hourglass 210. brb x oc

a/n: posted early cause im dealing with some stuff rn and im KINDA ANXIOUS but i hope you guys like it(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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She could look at him for hours, she knows that there’s nothing nor anyone as beautiful as Rooster. Her stomach flutters watching his smile widen as he leans down to pick Nicole up, placing her on his shoulders as they wander into the theater. She’s a few feet behind because she is fixing something in her bag, but as soon as she sees that scene she just stops.

It seems…almost fitting to come back here. She remembers how nervous she was on their first date, how much she didn’t want to mess up and how much she feared he’d just find himself bored or even annoyed by her antics. But no, Rooster was just…completely devoting his full attention to her.

He had fun,she had fun…they shared their first kiss not too far from here and ever since then he has proven how much he’s just the best man that ever existed. Her smile turns soft the longer she looks, only focusing down when she sees his arm leaning back - with his other arm busy with Nicole on his shoulders- while making grabby motions at her with his hand.

Her cheeks turn red but she does approach him - it’s funny because the grabbing motions almost turned desperate the longer she took- interlacing their fingers together. He smiles immediately,even when he’s not looking, “You want popcorn?”

“Hmm…I think so, do you?”

“I do.” he turns his head to the side, the smell of movie theater popcorn was way too good for him to pass up, “And maybe some Snickers, or m&m’s. Maybe m&m’s. I can’t really eat them with Nikki cause she can’t have it,but I can save it up for later.” and he was eyeing that packet like it owed him money, shaking Beatrice’s hand a bit before turning to her,”What do you want?”

“I’m okay with water for right now,Roos.’ she smiles, turning her head to check the several posters on the walls. This place never disappoints, they were really showing children movies from the 80’s and 90’s…of course some of them really aren’t that child friendly when you think about it, but it was still very fun.

“Papa.” Nicole taps Rooster’s head, then points to a large poster, “Bird!”

There was a huge Sesame Street poster staring right back at them, ‘Follow that Bird’ to be exact. Nicole’s eyes were glued on it and the line to see it wasn’t that big. Whenever Rooster turned the opposite way,she looked back at it, pressing her chin to the top of his head with those green eyes open wide.

“...I think we have a chosen one.” Beatrice smiles, rubbing Nicole’s back with her hand, “I’m amazed at the amount of toddlers and kids here,I’m…I’ didn’t know you could make a ‘children night’ at a movie theater.”

Rooster chuckled, his eyes following Nicole's fascination with the Sesame Street poster. "I mean,she likes Sesame Street already.," he remarked, clearly amused by his daughter's excitement. "And you're right, this whole children's movie night thing is a great idea. It's nice to see families enjoying these classics together." he smirks at Beatrice, “Wanna know the first movie I wanted to see with my mom?” she blinks at him, ‘Guess.”

“Roos, there are several.”

“Come on,guess.”

She huffs, rolling her eyes, “Give me a hint.”

“Alright,” he holds his index finger from the hand wrapped around Nicole’s leg, “It’s a horror movie.”

“You…took your mom to see a horror movie?”

“I mean,it was the early 90’s…it wasn’t that scary.” he smirks, “Come on, guess, you have to guess.”

“Are you telling me you went to see 'The Silence of the Lambs' with your mom?" Beatrice asked with her eyes widening and mouth slowly parting in surprise.

Rooster burst into laughter, "You know, I think my mom thought it was going to be more of a crime drama or something, not a full-on horror film. We both ended up a little spooked, but she played off as nice as she could…she wasn’t that amused though."

Beatrice chuckled, shaking her head. "That's quite the choice for a mother-son movie night too. I can only imagine the conversations you had afterwards."

Rooster nodded, a nostalgic look in his eyes. "Oh, you bet. She kept saying she’d never go to the movies with me again, that things like that were going to traumatize me…and to be honest, Anthony Hopkins’ movies kinda freak me out a little because of that…but hey, it was still fun.”

Her eyes softened as they were in line to get the popcorn, Nicole still looking at the movie poster, “Did you two go often?”

“Not as often as I’d like.” he mutters, fixing his baby girl on his shoulders with his eyes ahead, ‘...we had our movie nights, y’know but it was mainly at home. The last time we actually did go was before I left for UVA.”

Beatrice could sense the bittersweet undertone in Rooster's words as he spoke about his movie nights with his mom. It was clear that those memories held a special place in his heart, yet there was also a hint of longing, perhaps for more time together. As they continued waiting in line, she gently reached out and placed her hand on his back, offering him a comforting touch.

"I'm sure those movie nights were really special to her too," Beatrice said softly. "I’m sure she had a lot of fun."

Rooster turned to her, a grateful smile on his face. "Thanks, baby. I really do cherish those memories, and I know my mom did too.” he frowns for a brief second, “When she got sick she still watched her shows and everything, but we rarely went out unless we had to go to the hospital.” they move forward on the line and he sighs through his nose, “I don’t know,I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately.”

“Yeah?’

“Ever since I was told of my promotion.” he mutters, pursing his lips a bit, “...anyway,” he clears his throat, adjusting Nicole on his shoulders as they were at the counter, “I know it’ll be okay, it’s just a lot right now…but it’ll be fine.”

Beatrice’s eyes softened but she didn’t continue the line of thought she had, thinking that if he was okay with it, he was going to tell her about it when he was ready. But she had to admit, therapy was doing wonders to him, she could see in his eyes. After getting the enormous popcorn bucket - and a few chocolates for him - the three of them disappeared through the door to watch the movie.

If Nicole was enticed by the salty,buttery, movie treat, she didn’t show it. In fact, she was walking ahead in the carpeted floor, with Rooster and Bea right behind her, she was sweet enough to wander by every aisle and gently wave her hand to everyone she saw only to go back to the huge screen in front of her.

For a baby her size, it was obvious it was enormous and she stood in front of it with her head tilted back, eyes wide and mouth open, even letting out a quiet ‘ooohhh’ as she looked. It was bright still and it was obvious they weren’t going to make the room too dark because of the children there, but it was still very interesting to see.

“Nikki,” Beatrice calls and their daughter flicks her head in their direction, “Come here,honey, we gotta go to our seats.” Nicole takes a while to walk over, moving her eyes from Beatrice to the screen only to finally move her little legs in her direction.

Nicole toddled over to them, her tiny steps stopping every now and again to look back at the white screen, but her hand was stretched towards her parents, “Alright,” Beatrice picks her up once she’s close enough, “We better sit down, the place is filling up quick.”

Rooster nodded in agreement, and they found their not too far from where they stood. He holds Beatrice’s hand and guides her through the sea of people - she tries to bite her smile when his tall stature makes others look in either wonder or worry when he walks by.

As they settled in, Beatrice held Nicole on her lap, ensuring she had a good view of the screen. The theater was indeed filling up with families, children of various ages chattering in excitement. Even some teenagers…which was strange but not too much?

“She okay?” he asks Beatrice quietly, balancing the popcorn on his lap.

She looks down at Nicole with a little smile, their little girl was still staring forward, “She’s okay. She’s excited.” she looks up when the lights dim a bit more, signaling the imminent beginning of the movie, “It’s about to start…thank God it’s not going to be so dark.” Nicole's eyes were still wide with wonder, bouncing on Beatrice’s lap for a little bit. “Kinda weird, isn’t it?”

“A little.” he replies while chewing, offering Beatrice some of the popcorn, “But it’s not so bad,it’s not really for us.”

“Yeah.” she whispers, “It’s not going to hurt anyone’s eyes that way.”

Rooster chuckled softly as he shared the popcorn with Beatrice. Their focus remained on ensuring Nicole's comfort and enjoyment, especially in this new experience. The dimmed lights provided just enough illumination to create a cozy ambiance without being too dark for the young audience.

As the movie began, Nicole's curiosity was evident in her wide-eyed fascination. She fidgeted a bit on Beatrice's lap, squirming with excitement. Occasionally, she'd turn her head slightly, catching a glimpse of the screen, and then she'd return her gaze to the bright colors and movements in front of her.

Beatrice and Rooster exchanged subtle smiles,the shared bag of popcorn slowly diminished, and their attention was divided between the film and making sure Nicole was comfortable.

While watching,Beatrice couldn’t help the question, “Roos.”

“Yeah?’

“That Miranda lady really rubbed me the wrong way.”

“It seems like it, since you are bringing her up now.” his tone was slightly protective and he carefully tilted his torso to hers so he could keep his voice down, “What are you thinking?”

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, she kept her voice low as she responded, "I just... I couldn't help but feel like she…interrogating me?” his brows furrow but she continues, “I’m almost glad you weren’t there to see it, because I feel like your patience would be…gone.”

“You are right about that.” he replies, “No one messed with you,gorgeous.”

She blushes softly, giving him a gentle look, “I know.” she whispered, leaning in closer to him, "I don't want to let that woman's attitude ruin our day.But it just–”

He makes a sound in his throat, almost like a laugh, and she meets his eyes again in time to see they are crinkled at the corners, “You are so cute,I might date you again.” he coos, kissing her cheek, “You aren’t ruining anything, baby. You are venting.” he shrugs, “Plus, I’m glad you told me, because then I’ll know how to react if I see her close to you or…anywhere really.”

She appreciated how understanding and protective he was, and it made her feel safe and loved,so,so loved. She leaned close to his shoulder,dropping her head on it as Nicole kept looking forward, "Thank you, Roos," she whispered, her voice carrying a sense of genuine gratitude. "I just needed to get it off my chest. You always know how to make me feel better."

He chuckled softly, the sound comforting and reassuring. "That's what I'm here for, gorgeous. We're a team, remember? Whatever you're dealing with, we face it together."

“Even if that means weird Navy wives?”

“Especially that,” he replied with a playful smirk,tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “No one messes with my girl.”

She eases out a soft breath, his ‘my girl’ means so much to her. Her whole body shivers with how deep his voice sounded, “Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, "Well, you won't ever have to find out, beautiful. I'm right here with you, every step of the way."

The movie continued to play, and they both enjoyed the shared experience of the film, occasionally glancing at Nicole to ensure she was still engaged and comfortable. Her hand slid to his, clenching his own only for him to squeeze right back, “...did you ever think we’d be watching this movie with Nicole?” he asks softly, “This was part of our childhood.”

“I’ll be honest,I was scared of Big Bird when I was a kid.” her response makes him lean back and give her a shocked look, prompting a sheepish shrug and smile from Beatrice, “I was really young,Roos.”

"Well, it looks like Big Bird didn't leave any lasting scars," he teased gently, giving her hand another reassuring squeeze. "Or else this would be really awkward.”

“At least Nikki likes it.”

And she was loving it, she leaned back against Beatrice in pure relaxation with her eyes locked on the screen, her tiny hands curled by her chest as she watched everything.

Rooster chuckled softly, watching their daughter with a fond expression. "Yeah, she's definitely enjoying it.." he comments, “It’s really nice to see her liking it.”

Beatrice smiled warmly, her heart filled with happiness as she watched Nicole. "It really is. I And she doesn’t appear traumatized. Like I was."

“How old were you then?”

“Around five or four I think.” she explains, “Sabrina got the vhs tape for me and immediately regretted it soon after because I ran away crying. Funnily enough,I loved Never Ending Story.”

“...with that fuckin’ dragon?”

Beatrice’s brow flicked at Rooster’s face, “...yeah,he looked like a dog.”

“No. That was no dog…and the horse died. That,I hated that.”

“...I mean I hated it too but–” she smiles with a gasp, “...you were scared of that movie.”

“I mean–”

“But not of Silence of the Lambs.”

He holds up a finger, “I was a bit older watching Silence of the Lambs,” he points out, “It was different.”

"Hm…fair point," she admitted, nudging him playfully with her shoulder. "I’ll let that slide,LC"

Rooster grinned, giving her a mock serious look. "Yeah, and don't forget, I'm the tough guy now, so nothing scares me." He crossed his arms and bulged his biceps to prove his point, only for them to end up snickering like two kids.

Nicole remained blissfully oblivious to their grown-up conversations, still enchanted by the movie on the screen. Except she did give them a side-eye when they laughed, almost annoyed by it only to focus back on the screen.

Beatrice couldn't help but chuckle at Nicole's reaction, as if she were giving them a little scolding for interrupting the movie. She leaned in closer to Rooster, whispering with a playful tone, "Looks like we've got our own little movie critic here."

Rooster grinned, glancing at Nicole and then back at Beatrice. "Yeah, she's got high standards.Sorry baby girl." he teased, giving Nicole a wink. It doesn’t take too long for the movie to end and after the credits rolled, they gathered their belongings, ready to head back out into the world outside the theater.

As they walked hand in hand, the sunlight felt refreshing, and the world seemed a little brighter. Rooster glanced at Beatrice, a smile playing on his lips. "You know, we should do this more often. Movie days with our girl, exploring new places."

Beatrice's heart warmed at his words. "Absolutely. Such as? Any place in mind?"

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, his love for her evident in his eyes. "Well…how about we go to Mr.Scoops? It’s been so long.” he says, adjusting Nicole on his hold, “Plus, they must have something Nicole can have,right?’

Beatrice’s smile only widened, “...Yeah, I like that idea.”

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frogprincesnowglobe · 1 year

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Since you’re taking asks right now, tell me more about Kristina’s late 1980s fashion when she attends Hillerska! (Bonus points if you come across catalogue photos that fit.)

I have so many thoughts on Queen Kristina when she was younger. If they did a spinoff it'd be called "Young Kristina". I don't know if she was a teen in the late 80s or going more into the 90s, and I don't know how the fashion varied in the 80s in Sweden from where I'm from but here's what I'm thinking for 16/17/18/19 year old Crown Princess Kristina:

Let's start with some pictures of the fabulous actress who plays Kristina, Pernilla August, in her early 30s in 1992 (I couldn't find anything younger), to give you a visual of what Kristina might look like.

I think that in the 80's Hillerska would have been the type of school to force the students into uniforms at all times, not just special occasions but they'd break the rules anyway.

The girls of course would buy shoulder pads to pad out the blazers of their uniforms. No homemade shoulder pads here.

Ignore the bad photoshop, but here is Kristina in her shoulder pad Hillerska uniform. She would 10000% be classier than this.

once I gave her shoulder pads I had to make her hair bigger and add a headband, but I actually think Kristina would do something a little more like the example pictures of Pernilla, or the blond model later on in this, something more sleek. Right is a much better representation of what the Hillerska blazer might look like from this 1987 catalog. I found that ages after photoshopping poor Sara into Kristina, ha.

When doing research I saw that the royal family at the time was more demur, with the girls in long dresses a lot, but they had no teens (at least that I could find to go off off.

Dresses her parent's would prefer for out and about on official Crown Princess duties, *not* what Kristina would prefer.

I think Kristina would favor a good pair of light wash jeans with a thin belt and a nice sweater for more casual wear, but her parents would prefer her in nice light dresses. She'd wear tennis skirts and a cardigan over the shoulders, nice black turtlenecks. I headcanon that she does tennis as an extra curricular. Her cousin Carl Johan Horn does rowing.

Kristina's shirt shoes and jeans vibes, and turtleneck vibes and 80's tennis skirt (from etsy) + August's dad hanging out with her in the upper picture.

When the girls have Saturday dinner dress up she'd wear heart lockets or long pearl strands. She'd definitely own a very nice diamond tennis bracelet too, though not for dinners.

Kristina's manor house dinner earrings, necklaces and pendants

Kristina's dinner looks (The left really feels Kristina to me)

Outfits like the below one from Heathers (or similar) would be an occasional outfit. I think she wouldn't be too ostentatious, at least in the day to day, but some of the other Manor house girls would wear these type of looks more often.

I think because Kristina is a royal she'd try to look a little older as well. We see especially in season 2 that they try to make Wille look older, and more polished and put together. So I think she'd sometimes wear more older looking styles, like the gray wool blazer and skirt.

First is from the spring 1985 Sears catalog, and I can't remember where I got the other two.

These summer looks are from the 1989 Sears Fashion book.

Winter looks from the Fall Winter 1988 Sears catalog (I'm pretty sure though she'd be much more bundled in Swedish winter, but she has a cute wool coat that looks like Wille's blue one) She'd wear a lot of thick sweaters! Peep August's dad Carl Johan in the upper right. :)

More Kristina vibes. Honestly I lost track of which catalog I was on but they're all from the 1985/1987/1988/1989 Sears and J.C. Penney Catalogs. Kristina likes slacks and button ups now, she'd definitely have liked it then.

Bonus Carl Johan Horn:

#Young Royals #Kristina young royals #this is completely self indulgent haha #At first I thought she'd totally be out there in huge earrings and bright bright colors #but now I actually think Kristina would be more casual.#I also may have gotten very attached to her and my headcanon version of Carl Johan while doing this #oops

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gwydionmisha · 1 year

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‘80′s Goths (aka Trad Goths)

A thing I wrote about '80's Goth style in response to a comment from an obviously younger person commenting on the '80's make up video from the previous aggregate.

Early Goth basically grew out of Punk with a lot of metal and some new wave thrown in. Goth had no sub-genres yet because those didn't develop until some point in the '90's. It was all just Goth. You can see the cross pollination in the music of the period. Sisters of Mercy is as quintessentially as '80's Goth as it gets, and you can hear how heavy their sound is compared to the also very Goth Smiths at the other end of the sound spectrum. Goths of my era listened to an eclectic mix of stuff. It was totally reasonable to be a Goth and also like Metallica (Metal), and classic Punk and poppier new wave influenced things like Depeche Mode.

Glam hadn't really been a thing since we were kids. Bowie wasn't Glam himself by the time Goth was happening, remember, though some of us DID look back stylistically to his Ziggy Stardust Era which you can see in the corsets and make up choices, but you can also see a lot of new wave in hair and make up mixed in with the original punk and some metal influence. Clothing was often where punk and metal really mixed.

My first Mohawk was black, but my second in early '89 was a dark purple. Goths were allowed to have whatever hair. Not everyone could afford hair dye in the era before the brighter cheaper colours came in. Again, it's a matter of what you could afford and what you had access to. I saved up to get mine done professionally, but we were in the era of bleach and Koolaid options as well as people repurposing DIY hair products. If you had dark hair, you could get bright orange with Sun In for example. Yes, black was most common and you actually could buy black Clairol or the like, which made it the most popular option, but most popular doesn't mean only option.

You can't really separate the 80's Goth Look from the '80's Goth Music because the two things were so intertwined and so much what early Goth was as a culture.

Something it is super hard to make people who didn't start dressing this way until after commodification really grasp is just how DIY early Goth was. You couldn't just go to a store and buy Goth clothes and jewelry at first. By the end of the decade you could buy an ankh necklace because of things like sandman, but most of the jewelry was handmade by the people wearing it or other Goths, selling it, often on blankets while they made more, or it was vintage stuff that had be repurposed, bought from second hand stores or raided from older relatives. Building a goth wardrobe was exhausting and time consuming and often involved patience.

Finding clothes was an endless round of scavenger hunting and DIY and repurposing. Most of us were very poor and again, nothing was made for us except a few things other impoverished Goths made at the end of the decade. Basically, think etsy only without the internet, so consignment stores and craft fairs and little pop up carts next to those people selling their jewelry on blankets and really that's more an early '90's thing.

We would scouer second hand shops. Luckily places like Good Will were not as picked over then. We looked through old boxes of elder relative's clothes. We learned to do it yourself dye things that were a good cut but the wrong color. We used to make things or repurpose things or patch things together out of multiple pieces and maybe some netting. We learned to add trims and frills if we were into that. We bodged things together with safety pins like the punks we grew out of. We made do.

Yes really, some people had things with glittery fabrics some times or beading or lace or sequins. It depended entirely on your taste and what you could find or knew how to make. Some of the nuance is lost in the photos because this was an era of Polaroids and film photography and some stuff aged better than others.

There was no uniform. No one true style. No mass production. Everything was individual. I can not describe '80's goth in terms of strict criteria because that criteria didn't exist. It should NOT exist now. We knew Goth when we saw or heard it. That was enough.

I think this is why so many of us Elder Goths go ballistic when someone starts trying to police or gate keep Goth. (Except for literal NAZIs who can fuck right off. We don't want them, whatever they are calling themselves that decade. It's the same thing as the Punk community self-policeing over that). Anything else? It's like Gender: you are Goth if you say you are Goth. Work out your own version of what that means.

So yes, purple hair in the late '80's is historically accurate. Yes, you could have things like a glittery or sequined or beaded shirt or sweater or dress for those who wore dresses or skirts. (Some Goth clothing was gendered; some was super androgynous. A lot of '80's and '90's goths were some brand of queer, gender-nonconforming, trans, and or what we'd now call non-binary, but back then we mostly called ourselves androgynous. Some cis men wore skirts because they liked how they looked or found them comfortable. A lot of them switched to kilts later on, but not always. In the late '80's-early '90's Goth culture was full of people playing with gender expression for a host of reasons).

There was a mainstream trend for fancy tights and pantyhose with designs or glitter or different colours in them. Goths could actually find black pantyhose and tights and fishnets at a reasonable price in mainstream stores. Some of the panty hose had cute little patterns on them, usually at the ankles or up the back, but also all over sometimes. some were glittery or extra shiny. It was fine! It was the same with lace and fishnet and long satin elbow gloves mostly thanks to Madonna. This is why you see old trad goths wearing these types of accessories. You could afford them! You didn't have to hand make them! The bead and cross and rosary thing was because you could buy those cheap at stores because mainstream people also wore them. Thanks to people like Cyndi Lauper and Madonna creating a mainstream market for accessories we could use too.

Our subculture hasn't been properly captured in media it's easy to access. Most of Goths in movie or TV in the '80's and early '90's were stereotypes made or chosen by people who weren't goth either to demonize us as part of a moral panic or as a punchline or a freak show. The fair representation is in the photographs taken of goths by goths at the time and in the memories of Elder Goths like me.

Trust me, the Karolina Żebrowska makeover looks just fine to me, within the range of what people were wearing then. She could have walked into a club or a house party and fit right the fuck in. Looking at her made me a little nostalgic for the scent of clove cigarettes even though I'm allergic. She did just fine.

#Gotth #Goth Fashion #Goth Music #Goth Culture #Trad Goth #Elder Goths

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amyintherapy · 1 month

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Semi-recently, when discussing something about somatic or embodying type therapy, my therapist explained how somatic work makes sense because our bodies respond first. He used the example of how if someone hides in a closet in your house and pops out and says 'boo' when you aren't expecting it...if you could break it down into slow motion...

First your body reacts. You might step back, or you might raise your arms up, or make a fist.

Then emotion hits. You're scared/irritated/unsettled/whatever

Then thoughts come in. "Why did you do that?" or 'AGh, you got me!' or whatever.

And that's not just true for fear, it's true for all emotions. It's just that we don't often realize our body reacts first, as many of us spend so much time in our heads that we think of our feelings as basically being thoughts, when thoughts really are stories we make up to try to explain our feelings.

Anyway.

Recently, my partner mentioned that a truck pulled into our driveway that looked kinda like my dads. A late 80s or early 90's big, boxy truck. And how it took him a minute to process what was happening, and how he was feeling about it.

And I empathized, and shared how I've had that type of experience except when seeing people around his age, who share his really-tan-for-a-white-dude skin tone, who are wearing a dark green carhartt type coat like he had. And it really is just a split second, a fraction of a second - but it's enough of a whiplash that it feels like my heart got turned upside down.

I've heard other people call those types of experiences "forgetting" that they're gone. And while I understand what they mean, and I don't know of a concise explanation that would put it any better... that's always felt incorrect to me. Because I never feel like I forget. From the moment I heard his last breath, I have remembered that he's dead, 24/7. Even in my dreams, if he is alive, it's that he came BACK to life, it's never that he didn't die. And I've never really known how to make sense of these conflicting experiences where I react as if something I saw was him, and yet I didn't literally forget he was dead.

But I think the somatic thing...about how our bodies react to our environments before we actually think about them...is the answer to that contradiction. I think my emotions and my thoughts have always known he was dead since he died. But my body only knew him to be alive for 30 years, and 2 years isn't enough to change that, so it kinda forgets that reality has changed, while the rest of me can't.

#grief #no idea why this is coming out today but i'm just rolling with it #sigh #i'm really really tired of grief and I have a lifetime to go

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masalafilmsrevival · 2 months

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Hello! I'm writing a final Essay about Indian parallel cinema or new Indian cinema and I kinda got lost, there are so many movies and themes to explore! since the deadline is pushing me, I don't have much time to explore it deeply, i've watched Charulata and Apu's trilogy but couldn't move forward from there. (all of them mind-blowingly amazing btw) Could you please please please give me some direction on which way should i keep looking/researching or any of your favorite themes that are recurring in 50's-70's Indian "new wave" films ? anything would be really helpful. Thank you in advance, hope you have an amazing day!!

oh my god, i did not see this until now as i typically only see notifications for this blog when i'm on desktop, i'm so sorry!! i really hope this isnt too late to respond. okay so i'm no expert but just some thoughts:

so obviously its a film movement that originated in bengal, a lot of parallel cinema is bengali indian OR bangladeshi, i'm not sure if theres a specific reason you're focusing on indian parallel cinema for your essay but thats something to keep into consideration especially because it spans past the 70s well into the 80s and somewhat 90s so after the independence of bangladesh. and that does impact and put context to the narrative of many films

the themes that are recurring tend to be class consciousness and disillusionment, religious and racial discrimination, casteism, more frank portrayals of the topic of sex, marxist thought, the burden of patriarchal society and expectation, to some extent borderline nihilism in my opinion, essentially the polar opposite of bollywoods pristine glamorized and polished portrayal of life and society that borders on science fiction from how removed from reality it is. in spite of it often.

if you want an outline of some filmmakers, actors, and films that can give you a decent idea of the movement, off the top of my head:

films i can think of that will give you a decent understanding of the tone and themes of the movement at least:

mirch masala

a river called titas and cloud capped star

donkey in a brahmin village

the apu trilogy and charulata as you said as well as devi and shatranj ke khilari. (the coward is also one of my personal favorites but not a necessary watch)

mammo, mandi, and bhumika

dont cry for salim the lame, the strange fate of arvind desai

arth

rat trap

maya darpan

duvidha, nazar, uski roti

quintessential filmmakers to at least get a decently rounded understanding (in my opinion):

saeed akhtar mirza

mani kaul

satyajit ray

ritwik ghatak

shyam benegal

mrinal sen

actors whose work or work during the period of early parallel cinema to look to:

smita patil (!) (probably the most important to look into if youre interested in this movement)

shabana azmi (early work)

madhabi mukherjee

soumitra chatterjee

naseeruddin shah (early work)

om puri (early work)

all of this is really just what came to mind immediately, i had planned on writing up a comprehensive summary of parallel cinema and what i considered essential viewing and themes and i will do that eventually, but i wanted to answer this as quickly as possible so i could easily be leaving out an insane amount of things. also i primarily used the english translations for these films unless i couldnt remember them. if youre in the usa (and maybe outside of it as well im not sure) MANY of these works or works made by these directors are on youtube or archive.org. i hope this is of some help and eventually i will post more comprehensive detail + scans of books i have about this. hope this helps someone and you have a good day!

#asks #anonymous #parallel cinema #this ask was sent about 2 weeks ago im hoping ur deadline wasnt up b4 now :')

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strangledeggs · 4 months

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Has Remix Culture Run Out Of Steam?

The short answer is "no". The long answer is...

A couple days ago, I was talking with @philippesaner about the failures of postmodern critical theory to come up with a viable alternative to liberal-democratic politics given all its critiques of the latter (this subject seems to inevitably come up at least once every time we meet in real life). The famous article he brought up that the title of my current essay here is referencing is of course Bruno Latour's "Has Critique Run Out Of Steam?" which if you haven't read and are at all mystified by why we would be discussing something like this in the first place, I'd recommend reading.

Anyway, around the same time (maybe it was even the same day?), my sister happened to show me Youtube music critic Toddintheshadows' 10 worst songs of the year list for 2023. A notable entry on the list that I hadn't heard prior to seeing the video was a song that was essentially a cover of Haddaway's "What Is Love?", kind of like that previous Bebe Rexha basically-a-cover "remix" of Eiffel 65's "I'm Blue".

That struck me as interesting, given that both songs seem exemplary of a current trend that takes the very simple approach of reviving an old song that was already a "proven" high-charting hit by doing the bare minimum work on it to get it considered a "new" song, then re-releasing it and watching it climb the charts again on the power of nostalgia alone. If it seems like I'm making this out to be a more deliberate process than you'd think it might be (instead of just a coincidence born of nostalgia for the 90s/2000s), that's because I have good reason to believe it is. This Pitchfork article from a few years ago pretty much predicted this exact phenomenon, as it details how venture capitalists started buying up the song catalogues of major songwriters with specifically the intention of marketing new songs based on the licensing of older, already well-known songs.

What does this have to do with Bruno Latour? Well, many of you may not remember this, but pop music (pop culture in general, I would argue, as we'll see through some other examples) went through its own moment of "postmodern theory" not long after the political theory took off mid-20th century. There were many different ideas tossed around for a while, some of them conflicting, but most of them centered on the deconstruction of the individual artist as a singular creative originator of things, much like certified post-structuralist Barthes' "death of the author" (actually, you could argue that Barthes' original essay was the first shot in this assault on the cult of the pop-star-as-creative-genius). This culminated in a fierce debate over what started happening with the birth of hip-hop in the late 70s, but especially the 80s and 90s. Early hip-hop was often heavily dependent on the DJ's use of "samples" of already-recorded music. This sparked accusations from more traditionalist musicians (nowadays we tend to call these "rockists", which isn't entirely fair because there are many rock musicians that appreciate the nuances of this debate and many outside the genre that don't) that hip-hop was a fundamentally unoriginal genre because it relied on playing "other people's music".

At the same time that early sample-based hip-hop was emerging, a new form of recording started to be sold, first in conjunction with hip-hop DJ culture but quickly expanding beyond these bounds. This was the format of the "remixed" song, which I won't bother to explain here because I'm pretty sure everyone is familiar with it at this point. Between the growing popularity of remixes and hip-hop, many of the traditionalists seemed to feel that we were heading towards a future in music where no one would bother to create new music again because we'd just plunder the same songs from the past forever, leading us into a creative dead end that would constitute the much-threatened, long-dreaded "death of music".

This is where the postmodern streak in pop music comes in. Speaking in response to these accusations of creative bankruptcy, the postmodernists pointed out that actually, all of music had been nothing but "remixes" from the start, since no one has a truly "original" idea and all new music can be traced back through the music that influenced it in a chain that only ends at our recorded history of music. This is obvious enough from genres like rock (which used the basic structures of the blues as its jumping-off point) and jazz (which often featured artists "quoting" other songs by playing their melodies mid-solo, a kind of proto-sampling when you think about it), but it could even be observed in how classical composers would take musical themes from popular folk songs and imitate each others' compositional structures.

The point of music, the postmodernists went on to argue, isn't to create something totally "original" anyway, since that's basically impossible. It's instead to simply create something "new", and "new doesn't have to mean that it isn't built on the back of some older work; "newness", in fact, comes from the new combination of older elements, which, placed in a new context, will now seem unfamiliar as a whole even if the individual parts are familiar. As Buck 65 says, and then re-constructs through a sample of someone saying the same thing at the end of his song "Leftfielder", "And you never heard it like this before".

The postmodernists were, I think, indisputably right, and for a while it looked like they had won this particular culture war. Hip-hop went on to experience a golden age of creativity through sampling and remixes (something reflected in reference-heavy lyrics too, as any hip-hop listener will notice). Pop music in general got a lot more explicitly self-conscious and self-referential. It was (and continues to be - we're not out of this era yet, despite what I might be implicitly foreshadowing here!) an interesting time for people like me who enjoy nerding out over "spot-the-reference" games, as well as debates over the relationship between form, content and historical placement of music.

But there is a dark side to the arguments the postmodernists made. If there is truly, as an ancient source claims, "nothing new under the sun", then maybe the answer to this is not to try and create new things (since this would be a waste of time) but to stick as close as possible to those things from past times that we know have already worked. This is an argument for aesthetic conservativism, which claims on some level that there are actually a finite number of "good" art pieces (songs, stories, poems, etc.) that we can create, and if we try and deviate from these, we will either end up accidentally reproducing a worse version of one of those "originary" pieces anyway, or produce utter nonsense that will be of interest to no one.

How deep this theory goes depends on who you ask. I would argue that the originator of this argument is as far back as Plato, who claimed that there were metaphysical "forms" constituting the "real" existences of all things in the world that were, in themselves, just defective imitations of those forms. This kind of thinking is reflected in psychoanalyst Jung's idea of "archetypes", different kinds of narratives that exist eternally in all human minds which can be seen as the blueprints for all other stories we tell each other. And this idea would be highly influential on comparative mythology scholars like Joseph Campbell, whose own book "Hero With A Thousand Face", which argued that there is only one real story humanity has ever told known as the "monomyth", in turn influenced George Lucas in the writing of Star Wars.

But it doesn't have to get that deep. To many who espouse some version of this view, aesthetic conservativism is simply a shorthand for commitment to "formula" in the arts. Many of these people wouldn't even go so far as to completely deny the possibility of entirely original art - they just think it's usually a waste of time, and that 99% of what's worth making is made by the use of a "proven formula" that works because we have evidence of it already working in the past. It's a kind of bastardized "scientific" approach to creating art, where you claim to create through "evidence-based" methods, but you only ever draw your evidence from historical data and ignore the possibility of current tastes changing. It's the approach of any screenwriter who's told you about how "Save The Cat" changed their life. What's kind of funny with these types is how many of them worship George Lucas; after all, they tend to value what's successful on the market over all else, and Star Wars is nothing if not that. So the ghost of Plato (and Jung, and Campbell) lives on in these "formulaic conservatives" even if most of them never get around to thinking that much about it.

Anyway, for the record, I think this philosophy of aesthetic conservativism is completely full of shit. I'll keep my own beef with Plato for the separate essay it deserves, but I will make my case for the pop postmodernists on this issue here: just because you can retroactively identify patterns of things that "work", doesn't mean those will be the only things that will ever function as art. For one thing, canonical tastes change over time, and what we considered to be a masterpiece 100 years ago isn't always the same as what we consider to be a masterpiece today. Further, I would accuse some of these aesthetic conservatives of a kind of reverse "forest-for-the-trees" view: they can't see the uniqueness of individual trees because they're too focused on the forest as a whole! While you can point out the similarities among different works across time, you can also point out their differences, which frequently lie in their specific details - combinations of which, I might add, come from the distinct circumstances of a sum of past influences that result in an ever-new "remixed" cultural product over time. You can, in fact, just produce minor variations on the same thing and end up with wildly different results as long as you know what to focus on. Case in point: though "Cool Hand Luke" might feature a similar story to that of Jesus in the Bible, no one would ever mistake it for the Gospels, and we certainly don't view those two things as equivalent.

This might seem like I'm nitpicking here, but taking the aesthetic conservative stance has real consequences for the kind of art that gets produced. Consider the movie industry, where this kind of thinking seems to have dominated for a long time; it feels like only now, we're coming out of a long winter of cookie-cutter superhero movies which, while certainly driven economically by IP licensing deals, were justified critically to many by the idea that they're constructed according to a certain "proven formula". It was a fundamentally backward-looking paradigm of culture, one that suggested that lazily regurgitating the same thing over and over again was not only all that was possible, it was desirable because it had already worked in the past! This is the same logic expressed in those interviews with the venture capitalists buying up song catalogues in the hopes that they can prey on people's nostalgia for already "proven" hits. And you might say they're transparently only in this for the money, so what does their logic matter anyway? But I'd argue that the financial victors of culture wars like this have a significant stake in people buying the logic of what they're doing on some level, because if everyone recognized what they were doing to be obviously bad, they'd stop consuming it and move on to something else.

I would contrast this aesthetic conservativism with a more "forward-looking" approach, one that uses the postmodernist cultural theory to look towards creating new combinations of things out of old things in ways that feel genuinely surprising. Think something like DJ Shadow's "Endtroducing.....", the first album constructed entirely out of samples, or more recently, 100 gecs bizarre genre-pastiches that leap from one sound to another with little warning. You'll note that neither of these artists sound like each other, or much else that came before them, despite taking obvious influences from the decades of music that immediately preceded them.

The change doesn't have to be that drastic, either. You could be a country-rock band playing in a 70s style, like the Drive-By Truckers, but you're experimenting with songform and subject matter for a change, or a rapper incorporating a slam-poetry influence into your flow like Noname or R.A.P. Ferreira. The point is that you can, in fact, make new music with a forward-looking approach, and there is something truly disturbing to the thought that the future of the industry might be several more years of covers of the already successful hits of yesteryear, like those of "I'm Blue" and "What Is Love?" If that's the case, then we might start to see a backlash against the postmodernist cultural theory, since those growing up in the current generation would only know it by means of this aesthetic conservativism which takes the conclusion that "everything is a remix" as a license to do the barest minimum of remixing possible for the safest return on investments. And what we might see then is a return to pre-20th century ideas of the sanctity of the individual artist's creation and "originality", which will simply throw more fuel on an already raging fire of support for devastatingly overreaching IP laws, which will ironically only make it easier for this phenomenon of re-animated Hits From The Dead to continue. Because you know who can afford to buy up that IP so that their own remixes are the only "legal" ones...

As a final note here, I wanted to bring up the original "Everything Is A Remix" guy, Kirby Ferguson, whose video essay series released under that title is still available in its original form here (it's just past the "updated 2023 edition", which I haven't watched yet). I first watched this series almost 15 years ago and I felt like the guy was basically summarizing everything I had been saying about the postmodernist theory of art at that point - nothing is truly "original", remixing isn't the same as "stealing", intellectual property law is a plague, etc. Anyway, I haven't kept up with what he's been doing these days, and taking a quick glance at the site, it looks kind of grim: he's got a dubious-looking course on using AI in art as well as several self-help-y looking ones on "unlocking your creative potential". I guess he had to make some money on his idea somehow (ironic, for a guy whose thesis kind of necessitated a destruction of the laws that allow people to profit off their ideas), but this is a bit of depressing direction to see him take. Anyway, check out the original videos if you haven't seen them, they make a compelling argument even if I think I would find it kind of oversimplified now (disclaimer: I haven't rewatched them at the time of writing this and am relying on my memory from almost 15 years ago, so I take no responsibility here if they turn out to actually kind of suck).

#Music #Music analysis #Remix culture #Aesthetics

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youngpettyqueen · 10 months

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What other shows are you into, if any? 🥰

hi Ally <3

so besides MASH im into tons and tons!! ill just list some off the top of my head-

Cowboy Bebop: just finished rewatching this one, I wanted my dad to watch it. im a big anime fan, this one is high up on my list of favourites, its a classic! I even recommend it to non-anime fans because the gorgeous animation, compelling characters and story, and unique world building are just soooooooo good

Mob Psycho 100: hey. hey wanna watch something truly fucking bizarre and unique. wanna watch something that feels like going through therapy. want to cry your eyes out to the most unexpected anime dude of all time. boy do I have a show for you. MP100 makes me unreasonably emotional and I think everyone should watch it

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood: my favourite anime of all time nothing else comes even close. I could write an essay on why FMAB should be required viewing. I wish everyone could experience watching it as a kid and going back to it as an adult and having your entire perspective and understanding shift because suddenly youre older than the main characters and shit is so much more horrifying than when you were the same age/younger

Gargoyles: what im currently watching. also a big cartoon fan. Gargoyles is such a wonderful product of the mid-90s and I adore it. I grew up on 80s and 90s cartoon so everything from the lore to the character designs is very nostalgic to me. I need to watch the last season still but I keep putting it off cause I know the quality dips

Avatar the Last Airbender: next show im picking for my dad and I to watch. I unironically consider it to be one of the best stories ever written, with some fantastic characters and what continues to be one of my favourite redemption arcs of all time

Batman the Animated Series: best Batman. no question. I do not accept criticism. I did watch Justice League + Justice League Unlimited with my dad recently and I quite enjoyed those, but nowhere near as much as I enjoyed BtAS. Kevin Conroy I miss you every day nobody understood Bruce Wayne like you did

Doctor Who: both Classic and New Who. we have a free streaming service with a Classic Who channel, and we've had the DVDs for New Who playing lately. my favourite show of all time! meant the world to me as a teenager and got me through a lot. I have a tattoo of 11's sonic and bowtie <3

Smallville: my dad did a rewatch of this recently and I was around for most of it. and listen, ok, Smallville is a cringe fest a lot of the time. its an early 2000s CW show. but its ironically still my favourite depiction of Clark Kent and Lex Luthor, and honestly probably my favourite Lois Lane

Star Trek: various Trek shows. TOS is currently playing a lot in the house, which I have seen all of and adore, but im also a huge TNG fan even though i. havent finished it. haha. Ive also seen most of Voyager and quite enjoyed it. at some point ill get to DS9 probably

The X-Files: another one I havent rewatched in years but think about often. X-Files truly had it all. not a day goes by that I dont think about Jose Chung's from Outer Space. this was the first show to make me physically grind my teeth and scream into a pillow over a slowburn

I have more but these are what I can remember off the top of my head and what I would rewatch! im big into shows and movies so I watch a lottttttt. shoutout to some other shows ive loved like Lucifer, the Mandalorian, Kenobi, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series, Schitt's Creek, The Owl House, Violet Evergarden, and others im sure im forgetting

#ty Ally!!#I need to finish Gargoyles #I also need to finish TNG #im not letting myself rewatch something until I finish TNG #(and by something I mean. MASH.)

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