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epicsauce · 8 months
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text conversation from my dream that i desperately wish was real
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danataikohistoria · 2 months
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julio-viernes · 6 months
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Que hablen los expertos. A Mark Lewisohn, palabras mayores en el mundo beatle, no le ha gustado mucho "Now and Then". Normal, porque eso no son los Beatles, es una aproximación de Paul McCartney - hecha sobre una vieja demo casera de John Lennon- al universo beatle, al estilo guitarrístico de George Harrison ("Paul usa la técnica del slide en homenaje a George, pero no acaba de meterse en sus zapatos, no termina de sonar a él"), etc... El escritor lo ha dicho en esta interesantísima entrevista de Marta G. Navarro para Jot Down.
Sean Lennon declaró en el mini documental previo a la publicación del tema que su padre era partidario de las nuevas tecnologías en la música y que le hubiera gustado lo que han hecho con su canción. Afirmación más que discutible. En el libro de lectura indispensable "Lennon Remembers" (1971), John le decía a Jann Wenner de Rolling Stone que muchas canciones del periodo intermedio de los Beatles (el psicodélico) le sonaban "muertas", y es sabido que acabó hasta el gorro de todos los efectos y montajes de estudio que George Martin se sacaba de la manga. Le llegó a decir algo así como, "ya no más de esa mierda, George". Comparen esa etapa beatle con el primer álbum en solitario de John, el espartano "Plastic Ono Band", y comprobarán que son como la noche y el día, dos polos perfectamente opuestos. Cierto es que Lennon concedió esa larga entrevista en un momento en el que la separación de los Beatles estaba muy reciente, y ellos se hallaban sumergidos de lleno en una particular y viciosa vendetta, con John erigido como principal desmitificador de los Fab 4. Me gustaría saber que pensaría ahora, año 2023, de canciones como "Tomorrow Never Knows", "Strawberry Fields Forever", "A Day In the Life" o "I´m The Walrus", es decir, de todas las canciones que tenían "truco", y de un LP como "Sgt. Pepper´s Lonely Hearts Club Band". Es probable que hubiese cambiado de opinión. Sería muy interesante saberlo.
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araneapeixes · 6 months
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idk how long it will take me to color this and i really like the lines so enjoy<33
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turnallthemirrors · 2 months
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shoutout to lesbian drag queens who are also pigs. gotta be one of my favorite genders 🙏
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yuri-puppies · 7 days
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We really get to see Kabru exercise his social awareness and his story-crafting skills this episode, like how he tailors his backstory differently to Toshiro and Namari (and the Floke twins out of frame!) - framing the massacre of his people as a result of elven interventionism and focusing on his personal tragedy; contrasting his hardworking mother to the faceless, dispassionate elven forces
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vs how he talks about Utaya with the elves, first by making them take him seriously pay proper attention to him, indirectly invoking Milsiril's social capital to present a nepo-baby persona* that paints Kabru as not-like-the-other-tallmen, why he's practically a Canary
*i said persona. if you call him a nepo baby in my notes i will send a squad of trained skunks to your house to eat your plants and spray your kitchen counters and also block you
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(baffles me. BAFFLES ME that there are readers who fell for it. at least the Japanese VA did a great job of making it sound just fake enough for the audience to clock it as a successful deception check, so it should be clearer now)
Only then he appeals to their emotion, framing Utaya as being about the elves' misplaced best efforts and the losses they suffered, framing the death of imperial soldiers as equal to the brutal massacre of a large city's worth of people. That emotional appeal and successful positioning of himself as aligned with the Canaries is what allows him to ultimately propose his plan to evacuate the dungeon.
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queermasculine · 4 months
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the wallet chain and the carabiner, while not penis-like in appearance, are definitely at least symbolically phallic. which is why it's actually normal to want to put them in your mouth, if you really think about it
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glitzbot · 1 year
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what if in TFP, Cybertronians weren't introduced to the concept of kissing until they came to Earth? 🤔
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pumpkinnkidd · 11 months
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leafpool should get to say the line not grey wing the ass
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ancrky · 2 months
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the moment brennan pulled out the real exam questions every dnd player started praying to every god in the universe that their dm wouldn’t find out and do this, and every dm took down a little note
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tsuchinokoroyale · 4 months
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ARE YOU ONE?!?!??!!
Am I a virgin? In this economy?!??!
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There are tops out there who are PENT 👏 UP 👏 and will explode and died… with an ass as fat and breedable as mine it’s actually more morally righteous for me to open my arms and legs for these poor unfortunate souls can I get an amen 🙏😔
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strangersmunsons · 2 months
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Eddie goes shopping with you. eddie munson x gn!reader, ~900 words
“Okay, now what do you think of this?” You hold out a crisp white button-down shirt.
“I think that’s great,” he says automatically. 
“Eddie,” you sigh impatiently, “you’ve said that about every article of clothing we’ve seen today. I need like, an actual opinion.”
“That is an actual opinion.” He sounds offended that you might suggest otherwise.
“C’mon, I’m trying to look professional! You gotta help me.”
“I am helping!” Eddie holds up both arms to emphasize his point — he’s laden with bags from the stores you hit earlier in your shopping venture, weighed down with the new clothes you’re purchasing so as to better look the part for your new job.
A small giggle escapes you in spite of your exasperation. “I told you you don’t have to carry any of those,” you remind him, folding your arms across your chest.
Eddie scoffs. “And what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you haul this crap around all day?” He shakes his head, dark curls tumbling about his soft face. “No way. Wayne raised me right, thank you.”
“Well, that he certainly did,” you admit, a rush of affection warming your chest. Unable to help yourself, you reach out and pinch his little cheek between your thumb and index finger.
He pouts at the gesture, pretending to be annoyed; but really, a thrill shoots through him at the brief moment of contact. Oh, what he wouldn’t give for you to be touching him always. 
But it’s not like that. Not for you two.
Eddie tells himself that it’s okay, that he’s accepted it, he’ll content himself with daydreams and fantasies as he always has —
“Do you think black looks classier, though?” You’ve turned back to face the clothing rack again, thoughtfully fingering the silky fabric of a dark shirtsleeve. Your eyes narrow. “Or is it almost too formal?”
Eddie blinks dazedly, then shrugs. “I dunno. I wear black all the time, no one’s ever put me up for best dressed.” He frowns. “I suppose it’s a little different when it’s a Metallica t-shirt, though.”
You poke him playfully. “Or ripped jeans.”
Eddie swats your hand away, heart leaping.
You snicker in response, then soften. “For the record, I do like the way you dress. It goes with your whole thing, y’know?” You motion towards him vaguely, hands waving up and down his figure.
“My thing?”
“Mmhmm,” you hum. “The hair, the attitude, the music. Even your name. The whole thing.”
“What does my name have to do with any of that stuff?”
You shift your weight from foot to foot as you think about how to word your answer, tongue poking ever so slightly out of your mouth — an unconscious imitation of the face Eddie often makes when he’s focusing. He swoons a little when he realizes that you’re picking up some of his habits.
“I mean, if I didn’t know who you were, and someone told me to pick out the guy named Eddie Munson from a crowd of a hundred people, I could do it like that,” you tell him, snapping your fingers on the last word. “No one has ever looked more like they should be named Eddie Munson than you.” Your eyes cut over to his. “Does that make sense?”
Bewildered, Eddie’s eyebrows have shot up so high they’ve all but disappeared under his bangs. “…kind…of?”
You pat his shoulder, amused. “Don’t worry about it. Just look at the shirt.”
Obediently, his gaze flits back to the top. You smile expectantly, and he works to offer some sincere judgment. 
“Um, it looks comfier than the white one? Not as starchy.”
You nod sagely. “True.” You examine it more closely, a flicker of uncertainty clouding your features. “Do you think it’d look okay on me?”
Of course he does. He thinks you look nice in everything. In your pajamas, in your dressiest formalwear — it doesn’t matter. He never wants to hold you any less. To him, you’ve always the most beautiful person in the world. Whatever you happen to put on your body is irrelevant.
But this is the whole point of him accompanying you; he practically begged for you to let him tag along, swearing that it would be fun and that he’d help you. You’d been a smidge embarrassed at first, certain he’d grow impatient with your indecisiveness and bored with the constant vanishing into dressing rooms, but you seem comfortable now, letting him tote your bags around and asking for his advice. He hopes you’ll take him again next time, and then the next time, and then again after that…
“Yes, I do. I think you’d look really wonderful,” he finally answers. “You look incredible in everything you wear. Honest. You don’t need to worry about anything you buy today.”
Your eyes shine, a bashful smile spreading across your lips. “Really?”
“Of course,” he replies, face reddening. “You — you could wear a potato sack and make it look good, frankly.”
You laugh. “Yes, I’m sure that would be very flattering on me.”
“Hey, I think you could rock it.” He knows you think he’s teasing you, but he means it. And he’ll tell you again, and again, and again, until you believe him.
He’s got nothing but time.
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illuteridae · 3 months
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middle school
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lobsterfork · 8 months
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hey not to be that guy, but for everyone looking at the Stede!Mermaid scene at the end of the Innkeeper and thinking it's cringe... do we think maybe there's some externalised shame here? as queer fans, our love, enthusiasm, skill and labour (fanfiction, fanart, etc.) has mostly been relegated to the shadows, despite it being the backbone of many shows/fandoms. to have that love & labour visually represented in an unabashed, unashamed, silly, CANONICAL and queer way? to have the very stories we devote our time to crafting for one another manifested on the screen in an unapologetically gay visual feast? that should be a fucking celebration.
it's okay. lean in with me. let's practice some radical self-love and healing in this chillis tonight. together. this is a love letter to us. lean in.
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moonstrider9904 · 2 months
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Throughout The Bad Batch, Hunter has repeatedly suggested - and at times put his foot down on - Omega staying back from a mission for her protection, as were his intentions during Bad Territory.
So the fact that he has Crosshair stay back as well speaks volumes. The fact that he makes that decision after seeing his hand tremor in action again, and tells Omega to be the one to convince him to have that looked at. Hunter is still looking out for Crosshair and he's doing so in the ways that he knows will best get through to Crosshair - Hunter knows Crosshair might not listen to him, so he's looking for the way he will.
If there was ever any doubt in anyone's minds regarding Hunter's priority, let this clear it up once and for all. Hunter is the father, the leader, and the protector of the Batch, and while he hesitated to trust Crosshair again, he is now protecting him the way he'd protect any member of his family because he is family.
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frost-faerie · 7 months
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WHY DOES HE FUCKING KNOW THAT
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