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Can you do an Anastasia AU prompt which has The Warner parents chewing out the Matron? Plus maybe protective Sibs?
I can indeed 💕
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Seeing the orphanage brought home just how awful these five years had been for Yakko.
Angelina was no fool. She knew her son wasn't telling them everything, but he'd told them enough: a crumbling roof, not enough food or beds. Harsh teachers and matrons. Unfair punishments, cold and damp rooms.
The orphanage was in a worse state than she'd imagined. And now, standing before her, was the woman responsible for so much of her son's mistreatment.
The head matron was not a tall woman, barely of an eye with Angelina. She'd looked frightened as soon as the Warners arrived. She surely expected what was to come. Or perhaps worse.
"Let's be blunt," Angelina said with a sharp smile. "You're fired, my dear. Effective immediately. And you will give a public apology to Yakko for your treatment of him."
"I-" The woman gaped, paling dramatically. "Your Majesty, I assure you, I did my best-"
"Somehow I doubt that," Angelina snapped. She gestured around the matron's office, the only warm and well decorated room in the whole orphanage. "Funny how you can't feed or clothe the children in your care, or even light a fire in the living room for them, but you can keep yourself comfortable."
"Hilarious really," William said flatly. His sword was attached to his belt. Angelina knew he wouldn't use it, but the head matron eyed it warily.
"So it will be a public apology," Angelina continued. "After that I don't care where you go or what you do, but you will leave Acme Falls."
"Your replacement will be here later today," William added. "Along with new teachers. Don't look so downtrodden, most of your so-called staff is fired."
"We didn't have enough funds!" the head matron protested. "Salazar never paid up!"
"So you used what little you had to help yourself!?" Angelina finally screamed. "And not the children? It's your duty to care for them! To protect them! And you never did! You have the nerve to stand there and try to lie to us!? You hurt my child!"
"I'd suggest you learn to hold your tongue," William said coldly, fur bristling. "We are not Salazar. We will not hurt you. But we are Warners and we will gladly...Ah, what was it Yakko said, darling?"
"I believe his exact words were, melt their brains," Angelina said with a vicious smile, so much like Yakko and Dot’s.
The head matron looked like she was about to faint.
"And that's not even getting into just how filthy this place is," Angelina said, nose wrinkling in disgust. "I wouldn't even let a dust bunny live here!"
"Count yourself lucky that you're not going to be imprisoned or banished entirely from Warnerstock," William said. "And Scratchy convinced Wakko and Dot to keep the pranking to a minimum. But one more word out of you and you will be arrested. Is that clear?"
The head matron gulped and nodded. Shakily, she curtsied and said, "Yes, Your Majesties."
"Good," Angelina said. With that, she summoned a cream pie and smashed it into the woman's face.
Hey, she promised to let her go freely. She never said anything about not pranking her too.
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astearisms · 9 months
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fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started
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qarameiio · 1 year
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recuérdame, si mi guitarra oyes llorar...
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tinartss · 8 months
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(office au) what would you do if we never made a sound?
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demidevildonnie · 11 months
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ALUMINUM ALUMINUM ALUMINUM ALUMINUM ROCK
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prolibytherium · 4 months
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Cuz I know you man! Also you casually mention RPGs like, a weird amount.
(The Gang Tends Bar themed carfire for @its-always-ziney-in-philadelphia Valentines Zine)
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iero · 1 month
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Does anyone else remember the Tony Hawk’s American Wasteland video game soundtrack with the emo band covers of classic punk rock songs or was that a fever dream?
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omegalomania · 6 months
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take this to your grave, 2003 // "...i'll take it to mine: the untold story of designing take this to your grave," the bad habits collection, 2021 // where did the party go, the youngblood chronicles, 2013 // fall out boy vh1 commentary on the youngblood chronicles, 2014 // "how fall out boy beat the odds and rose again," rolling stone, 2013 // "the giant white unicorn in the room," pete wentz, 2014 // alternative press #303, 2013
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criptochecca · 2 months
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Cause it’s actually funny how I don’t know a single Taylor Swift song
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hwiyoungies · 1 year
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seventeen 8th anniversary countdown ↳ favorite song from 2017
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420pogpills · 2 years
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nothing could have prepared me for the pure joy in dream's voice after finding out george got his visa.. nor george's shyness towards dream face revealing.. their happiness is everything to me 😭
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pineappical · 1 year
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you know that love was made for me and you !
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patronsaintofgirls · 2 years
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remember when they played desert song and bury me in black and this is the best day ever and demolition lovers and skylines and turnstiles and all the angels and kill all your friends and sister to sleep and burn bright and
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daily-crowley · 10 months
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3. 2. 1. Gotta blast!
From here to the stars fueled by candy bars rides a kid with a knack for invention. With a super powered mind, a mechanical canine, rescues the day from sure destruction. This is the theme song of Jimmy Neutron.
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commsroom · 5 months
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people are always making the "guy watching his second movie" joke about post-canon eiffel, but the literal only movie hera has ever seen is home alone 2. girl who's only seen home alone 2, watching her second movie: getting a lot of home alone 2 vibes from this
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swordheld · 7 months
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hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?
hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].
but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.
it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.
and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.
the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.
an emptiness, like you said.
but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.
you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.
he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.
but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.
how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.
the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.
think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.
i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.
but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.
as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛
#q&a.#birdsong.#wishing u gentle ease; the death of a loved one is near inexplicable to put into words and i hope you take care of yourself gently <3#i hope this will make u laugh: when i was a tiny child in middle school there were times i would go outside in my tiny suburban cul de sac-#in the rain and sing along to my lil ipod nano and i only remember doing this to drops of jupiter. can you imagine going out to get the mai#after a long day of work and you just hear this kid singing train in the streets. in the RAIN.... it makes me laugh like i really.#i really thought i was so cool and deep and emotional ghjkd but i find it v funny that i only remember it w/ that one train track.#and saturn just. it's my fav s.a.l. song for a reason. that slow violin opening? the piano coming in gentle and easy?#it feels like light. like hope. like something new - a dawn after the long dark. that beautiful things can begin again even where#it hurts. and there is nothing more human than a sentiment like that.#how rare and beautiful it is to truly exist. what it is to be alive and get to be here and live with other people. with those we love.#i think your grandfather was so lucky to be able to know you. to have you in his life for the time you had together.#i'm no spiritual person; but i like to believe when you're thinking about him? he's thinking about you too.#the second law of thermodynamics (physics nerd mode) is that no energy has ever been created/destroyed since the beginning of the universe.#so it has to go somewhere - it's that carl sagan quote of 'we're all made of stardust'. because we are. we used to be stars; planets; etc.#i think it's why i think of these space songs - because they're a part of everything; once more; when they go. us and everything else.
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