#but the netflix version? this is a skeleton!! bones!!!

[lollytea]

I do love the netflix avatar in my own way because it provides me with enrichment in the same way brain puzzles do for chimps. Like something is WRONG here and it's your very special job to figure out why! And then you will get juice reward!!

#its been making me think about the cartoon a lot lately for the sake of comparing and contrasting #so thats great #it was a very good cartoon #i do actually think that its stupid to complain about how its objectively bad when an adaption makes changes to the original #because that SHOULD be the point of an adaption. to try things in a new way and somehow improve on the story #but i think its funny how this show is constantly like ''we're gonna take a DIFFERENT route with this character'' #and then the DIFFERENT ROUTE leads to them driving the car off a cliff #we will not get to our destination this way bestie #out of all the changes theyve made to the original i think the most misguided and overall dogshit is how theyre portraying Azula #it annoying when people say ''theyre ACTUALLY writing her as a victim of her father's abuse this this'' #''shes ACTUALLY sympathetic this time'' #girl i hate it here #netflix show is a COWARD for showing Azula this way in season 1 #not that its not somewhat in character. if ozai started playing mindgames with her she probably would start spiraling like this #the problem is that we shouldnt be SEEING IT!! #avatar is regarded as Baby's First Media Analysis for a lot of people #and boy oh boy there was a lot of analytic meat to Azula's character #but the netflix version? this is a skeleton!! bones!!! #like obviously if you were watching the cartoon as an adult it would be immediately apparent #that this 14 yo girl acting not only like a grown woman but a calm calculated genocidal tyrant is very concerning #and it makes her sympathetic by defualt on the grounds of being a child #but a kid isnt going to realize that!! Azula is supposed to be polarizing!! #youre meant to buy into the narrative that everything is easy for her. that no effort troubles her mind #her unflappable nature is meant to unsettle you. intimidate you. she has no weaknesses shes unstoppable and shes pure evil #as a kid who is still learning how to think deeply about things thats how youre to perceive her #and then. AND THEN!! then the show pulls the rug out from under you and makes you question everything #Azula's gradually unraveling sanity in book 3 is jarring and unnatural and it forces you to challenge your own opinion of her #you become uncomfortably aware that shes a victim too. after all this time youve spent hating her #just like zuko. just like the fire family child that you had already come to realize was ''actually good'' #after that first watch its hard to decide how you feel about her. as a kid anyway. but its sad. its all so very sad

[caycanteven]

Lexverse - Current Skele Head Canons! (Sans Versions)

Since the skele-boy’s are comin’ along on their own, I decided to take some time to describe my head canons of them and their relationship to Lex–to satiate the curiosity as well as remind me of personalities when there are so many bone boys as it is ;3; I’ll also include some stuff they like to do as well.

Sans - Still a lazybones. He often doesn’t get out much and prefers to just stay home if he can help it. Lex and Sans share a common inability to remember things they have to do, so they help each other out. They sometimes go out and stargaze on the roof or watch a bunch of terrible movies on netflix. The two of them together often ends up with a lazy day every day, with occasional “fun” if they run out of movies.

Red (Fell!Sans) - Cocky and arrogant, but easily Lex’s best friend and lover. Not as lazy as his classic counterpart, but he would rather be in his room than around other people. He can’t keep his shoes tied for the life of him and likes how sweats feel over shorts (probably blames Lex for it). Easily pissed off and will argue with you just for shits and giggles. Red makes teasing remarks at Lex while she easily likes to push his buttons too (they will wrestle it out if necessary), but if she needed him, he’d be there in a soul-beat. Their favorite pastime is listening to music, preferably rock, and he owns a white electric guitar he calls “Ivy.”

Blue (Swap!Sans) - Lex and Blue act more like siblings, and she's quite protective over him. Though, while being his second biggest supporter, she is also the one who encourages his outlandish behaviors just to get under Stretch’s marrow. Blue is a great listener despite his slightly obnoxious tendencies. He likes working out and will do whatever he can to try and get Lex out of the house to do the same, but fails miserably more often than not.

Axe (Horror!Sans) - nobody gets her more flustered than the soft spoken, yet very deep toned skeleton,  Axe. He also suffers from short term memory, so two often write notes for each other to remind of important dates, events, or what’s for dinner. Axe is an excellent cook, though relatively humble about it for Paps and Butch’s sake. He focuses on baking in his free time, but when he’s not doing that, he’s enjoying Lex’s company in more ways than one. He is quite smart despite his short term memory, capable of speaking German fluently (mostly to tease Lex) and often reads plenty of fiction. He naps just as much as Sans, but enjoys cuddles more than anything. 

Dusty (Dusttale!Sans) - Dusty is pretty laid back and keeps to himself, but he’s protective in his own way for Lex. While she helps keep his LV attacks to a minimum, he keeps his eyes—or mostly his brother’s—on her any time she goes out by herself. Does Lex know? Meh, he doesn’t know or care really if she does. When he’s not doing work for Nightmare, he spends some of his past time throwing up Graffiti in random AUs; helps relieve stress.  He’s got a big brother vibe going on, and while he may be quiet around others, he always knows how to make conversation with Lex when he’s out for a smoke or it’s drink night. Lex often helps him sleep on rough nights by singing to him, and letting him stay in her room if it’s nightmare levels of rough. What else happens, well, he may not tell you.

Killer (Killer!Sans) - Probably the most dumbest, craziest, and perverted character Lex has ever come to meet—yet whatever this energy he’s got going for him, she’s all for it. Lex and Killer are two chaotic smartasses wrapped up in dynamite with its fuse lit. If Killer finds trouble, he’s dragging her with him. And if Lex gets in trouble? Killer ain’t there to participate (if it’s Nightmare that is.) Killer has made his shot with her before, but Lex often turns him away, not because she isn’t interested, but because he gets absolutely dramatic. It's always funny to see him whine about it. Definitely not because Nightmare would have his head…

Nightmare (Dreamtale) - Nightmare, the dark and brooding guardian of negativity, didn’t take to Lex when the two first met. Though, after an encounter with one of her trauma induced panic attacks, he realized everything she did was simply an act of hiding her own negative aspects. Nightmare, to say the least, pitied her and the two would often congregate in his study to talk about things that bothered her, where the negative energy wouldn’t be as harmful and would sustain him as well. Lex, while her positive expressions were undesirable, was never unwelcomed around him even so. Nightmare won't admit it up front, but he favors her dearly and has genuine care for her wellbeing…and the fact he admires her stubbornness. He’s a bit of a romantic, and if the two are ever alone, he takes his time “appreciating” her, but his jealousy is unmatched. He often will throw Killer into the nearest wall if he sees the two flirting. Sometimes, he does it just cause he finds it funny.

Big E (Error Sans) - First he stole her chocolate; then, an entire box of instant hot chocolate; the last straw was when her favorite pair of sandals went missing. Error, of course, being the culprit, took pride in the fact he got away with it too. Error and Lex didn't quite start off on the right foot when they first met either; Lex shook his hand without realizing he had Haphephobia, sending him into a glitching fit and leaving quite the impression following. Error holds a grudge like nobody’s business, and often steals some of her belongings to mess with her, sometimes even keeping them for himself. He managed to steal a pair of her black sweat pants one day, but they didn’t quite fit, so he had to stitch them up. He prefers to stay in the Anti-Void in his comfy bathrobe where he relaxes on his bean bag, watches Undernovela and enjoys knitting, crocheting, and whatever he can make with string, yarn, or fabric. He has a pair of glasses he stole from Lex, only to find out they weren’t even hers. He doesn't need them, but he likes how they look and makes him feel important. While he has no interest in being anywhere close to Lex, sometimes he tolerates her visits if she promises to watch at least five episodes of Undernovela, stay the FARTHEST away on the bean bag, AND bring him a chocolate milkshake. He doesn’t like her. Not even a little. Nope, not at all…

Ink (Ink Sans)- If there’s one thing Error and Lex have in common, it’s the fact they have little patience with Ink. While he means well, he often fails to read the room. Personal space isn’t a thing for this guy, but it’s easy to fall for his charms and enthusiasm. Lex often engages in conversation with the little bastard mostly to make it up to Error (if they happen to be in the same room). Lex actually enjoys discussing art with him, but she can’t last too long because Ink will forget everything within a few minutes and she’ll have to start over. It’s not his fault, of course, but she admits it can be tough. Though, she has seen his mischievous smile before, and she has gotten chills from it. Whatever he has cooking in his skull, she’d rather not be around to find out.

Lil Man (Edgy Bittybones) - Lil Man was a rebellious bitty who more so found Lex, instead of her finding him. While she didn't want to call him Little Red (Red would have her soul for it) she decided to call him Lil' Man, since he was so adorably small. However, he was also a little shit. Leave him unsupervised, and he would cause all kinds of trouble. Red wouldn't even watch him, it was too much work. So, Lex bought the little guy a tiny CD player and if he was good, he'd get a new CD when they went to the store. Much like Red, he enjoyed Rock music, but he also enjoyed musical numbers too. He's never not hungry, leaving Lex having to buy extra snacks for him so he didn't raid the fridge every week more than once. Even if he is a hand full, Lex loves him, and Lil Man always enjoys ranting about random shit with her...even if he doesn't know what it is they are ranting about.

#sans #sans au #my head canons #lexverse #cay talks #cay drabbling out here #I've been working on this forever #undertale au #People are more than welcome to ask about the bois or about lex btw #I'd be more than happy to talk about it or drabble some more lol

[queenofspoons]

King Greyskull is Scareglow theory

So I’m hyped for the new season of He Man and the Masters of the Universe getting released on Netflix next week. Last season I had a crazy theory on the identity of Mosquitara that ended up getting debunked by the show, but some how I eerily predicted Krass being corrupted by Skeletor and the stone lodged in her helmet would have some importance to him.

I thought why not do it again and see what actually happens in the show. So I recently saw a surprisingly spoilery sneak peek at one of the episodes on YouTube and it got me thinking, if King Greyskull died from using the power of havoc, could he still be floating around as Scareglow.

For context in the first trailer we learn that King Greyskull had resorted to using the power of havoc to defeat some threat to Eternia, possibly King Hiss or Hordak. But it wound up corrupting him and killing him. In the YouTube clip it’s implied that the Eldress may have been the one who suggested that he use havoc and is blamed for his subsequent death and breaking up the original Masters of the Universe. In an even newer clip we see Skeletor inside Castle Greyskull before a forcefield containing King Greyskulls armor, the clip is mostly about him goading Krass into attacking He Man, but towards he talks about how he needs to wake up the dead. I think the dead he’s talking about is King Greyskull himself and that the floating armor isn’t completely empty.

I think King Greyskull is this shows version of Scareglow, having being completely reduced to a glowing green skeleton by the power of havoc. Think back to the beginning of the series and Keldor taking the scepter over the sword it inflicted him with havoc and burned is right hand down to the bone. He tried to keep it from spreading but ultimately let the havoc completely take over his body and transform him into Skeletor. What if something similar happened to King Greyskull while using the havoc staff to take care of whatever threat he was dealing with and he lost control of himself and went mad and became a serious threat. The Eldress had no choice to kill him in order to stop him and put him in the armor and inside of a force field to prevent his spirit from escaping and causing trouble from beyond the grave.

After all Skeletor is currently a ghost and he seems to be interested into waking up King Greyskull to gain a new physical body. Again this is all just me theorizing, but If King Greyskull is Scarglow it would make a really interesting reinterpretation of that character.

We will see you what actually happens next week.

#motu #CGI He Man #netflix he man #he man and the masters of the universe #Netflix #CGI MOTU #Scareglow

[clapperboardtalk]

POLTERGEIST (2015)

Poltergeist (2015): A Reboot That Haunted the Wrong Neighborhood

Title:** Poltergeist (2015) (They really thought we needed another one?)

Genre:** Spooky with a side of PG-13 (More jump scares than existential dread)

⏳ Runtime: 1h 22m (Just enough time to grab popcorn before hiding under the blanket)

Made in: The U-S-of-A (Land of haunted Suburbia and Hollywood reboots) ** Year:** 2015 (The year remakes were basically a five-course meal)

** Simple Plot:** Family buys a fixer-upper with a side of angry spirits, things get weirder than finding Legos in the dryer, youngest daughter becomes the ultimate ghost magnet. Cue the CGI galore.

** Cinematography:** Slick and polished, like a haunted mansion featured in Architectural Digest. But lacks the raw, unsettling charm of the original's practical effects. Think less "bone-chilling stop-motion skeletons" and more "jump scares edited on iMovie."

** Memorable Scene:** The "swimming pool surprise" where tentacles make a splash (pun intended). Bonus points to Kennedi Clements (Maddie) for holding her breath like a champ! (Maybe chlorine just wasn't her thing?)

** Overall Review:** This remake is like the watered-down version of the 1982 masterpiece. No new spine-tingling twists, just a reheated plate of nostalgia that left me longing for Tangina's legendary barbecue. Feels like they built a haunted house out of Pinterest boards and forgot the actual scares.

⭐ Rating: 2 out of 5 stars. Passable for a lazy Saturday afternoon when even Netflix is asleep, but don't expect to be haunted by its brilliance. You'll be reaching for the remote faster than Carol Anne grabbing that clown doll.

** Fun Fact:** Did you know Kennedi Clements is basically Aquawoman? While filming the pool scene, she held her breath for over a minute! Now that's dedication (or maybe just a strong aversion to poolside gossip).

#movie #horror #supernatural #poltergeist 2015 #PoltergeistRemake #RemakeFail #PoolPartyWithPoltergeists #MissingMeatloafAndMadness #ScaredyCatCinema

[nadaroule]

List of Extremely Important Art Resources

I've covered these on my TikTok, I'm also posting them here to make everything easier to access.

NOTE: Last updated Oct. 1st, 2022!

Free:

My Brushes

Will Weston -Design/Composition/Visdev Notes (free) He has really good classes/workshops too.

Phils Design Corner - Pretty much anything you need for Visdev/ Concept Art/BG design

Krenz Kushart (@KrenzCushart on twitter) - Dynamic figures in perspective & other things

The Sartorialist -Modern - clothing/ people reference rec

Wootha Public Domain Release -  Wootha is amazing with storytelling & I HIGHLY recommend his tutorials. They're all free.

The Art of Over The Garden Wall (PDF) - One of the best art of books I've ever gotten a hold of The Art of Over The Garden Wall - Archive.org link The Art of the Mitchells vs. the Machines - wayback machine link of free digital version Netflix gave out. Very good book and a good look into 2d to 3d design for animation.

Paid:

http://Bodiesinmotion.photo

Books:

Gesture Drawing for Animation (FREE)- Very good for learning how to people sketch

Setting the Scene: The Art & Evolution of Animation Layout (FREE)

[LEZHIN] Secret Character Drawing

Vision: Color and Composition for Film

Bridgeman Constructive Anatomy (FREE) - a classic

Designing Creatures and Characters by Marc Taro-Holmes

Real Action Poses Vol 1 & 2

Morpho: Anatomy for Artists -- this a good overall anatomy book

Morpho: Simplified Forms: Anatomy for Artists (My fav one super good for beginners)

Morpho: Hands and Feet: Anatomy for Artists

Morpho: Fat and Skin Folds: Anatomy for Artists

Morpho: Skeleton and Bone Reference Points: Anatomy for Artists

Morpho: Muscled Bodies: Anatomy for Artists

Bill Cunningham: On the Street: Five Decades of Iconic Photography - Historial clothing/ people ref rec. I really love this book! Also, check out his documentary-- it's super inspiring

Space Drawing: Perspective by Dong Ho Kim-super goated & good w/ Draw a Box

Color and Light: A Guide for the Realist Painter (James Gurney Art) --goated 100%.

Eclipse: The Well And The Black Sea. Justin Sweet and Vance Kovacs are amazing, man

Drawing Ideas: A Hand-Drawn Approach for Better Design - Concept art/Ideating/Problem solving

#tutorial #art tutorial #art tips #art inspo #concept art #art tut #art tuts #tutorials #art resources #art reference #drawing reference #pls i just wanna help you #drawing #anatomy #background painting #bg design #clothing design #animation #animation sketching

[the-geeky-truth]

13 thoughts about “The Irregulars” season 1

Bea is a queen. I will call her Queen Bea from now on and no one can stop me.

For some reason it made me really happy when I recognized the Raven Master as the Hound from “Game of Thrones”.

Leopold is a walking encyclopedia with zero street smarts and I find that highly amusing.

Leo’s cane made me think of Kaz from “Six of Crows” (and now Netflix’s “Shadow and Bone”), but apart from the cane these two characters couldn’t be any more different … which again is amusing.

Another “Shadow and Bone” comparison: Bea being unwilling to kill but doing it to save Billy had the exact same energy as Inej being unwilling to kill but doing it to save Kaz. And I’m far from mad about this parallel.

I hate how differently the Tooth Fairy and the girl with the faces were dealt with. They both have understandable reasons for wanting revenge. They both do unspeakable things with it. One of them gets stabbed to death. The other gets to (literally) walk away. One of them is a WOC. The other is a white girl. Terrible, terrible writing choice.

Also, the implication that the girl with the faces didn’t have a family? When she was basically adopted by the taxidermist? Why is that dismissed? It doesn’t make sense, especially in a show in which the main characters embody the found family trope at its finest.

There are some nice romantic moments, but what really gets me is the platonic love the Irregulars have for one another and the ways they show it. They’re not afraid to express their affection and I’m here for it.

Being used to Martin Freeman’s Watson, I find this version of the character quite insufferable. I mean, I’m totally on board with Watson being black and gay, but I’m so not on board with him being an asshole.

Sherlock (in the flashbacks) looks like some sort of Victorian pirate and I can’t handle how attractive that is to me?

That said, he doesn’t seem like, well, Sherlock?! If it wasn’t for the fact that he’s called Sherlock Holmes and lives with Dr. Watson at 221 B, I might not have recognized the character.

Neither Watson nor the insane plant lady appear to have aged in 15 years. Did anyone even try to make them look older?

Ah, Spike, the skeleton of the gang. I have nothing but love for him.

#the irregulars #queen bea #bea #jessie #spike #billy #leopold #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #six of crows #shadow and bone #raven master #tooth fairy #found family #platonic love #watson #sherlock #shadow and bone spoilers #the irregulars spoilers

[symphonyofthewrite]

Inverted Recurrence

Fandom: Castlevania Symphony of the Night (but with the Netflix series characterizations)

Summary: It's been three hundred years since Alucard saw Trevor and Sypha. When he sees a version of them in the inverted coliseum...he just can't seem to win the fight against them.

So he loses. Over and over.

(The inverted coliseum boss fight from Symphony of the Night, but with the Netflix series characters)

Notes:  First of all, warning! (As evidenced by the summary) there will be swearing in this fic!

This is a fic for the game Symphony of the Night. However I used the characterizations of the characters from the Netflix series. (This is also why Grant is not present, even though he's present in the actual fight. I wanted to include him, especially because they took him out of the show...but because they took him out of the show, and because I have yet to play Dracula's Curse, I didn't feel like I could properly characterize him to have him in the scene.)

In case you've only watched the show, but are still interested in reading, I'll put a little summary of the things you need to know about the game in order to read in the replies!!

If you enjoyed this I'd really appreciate it if you could leave a comment and/or reblog! They make my week, and really help motive me to keep writing multi-chapter fics like this one!

I’ve also posted this on my general writing blog @antihero-writings if you want to check it out there!!

Chapter 1:

Alucard hit the ground of the save room…which happened to be the ceiling, breath and heartbeat crawling through his chest like fire ants.

“Well…fuck.”

******

Fire consumed the werewolves’ snarls, echoing through the stone hall, and he continued up the corridor without a glance back.

Alucard paused to think; count the rooms.

He wiped the blood off his sword—well, not his sword, that is to say, he still didn’t have his mother’s sword back from that dickhead, Death. Due to this, he was using one he had borrowed from one of those green skeletons upon its second death.

“Are you prepared?” he asked his fairy familiar. “If my thinking is correct we’re coming upon the main part of the coliseum. This could get”—he adjusted his grip on the sword and inclined his head to the side. “Interesting.”

She folded her arms and bowed. “I am prepared for whatever comes our way, Master Alucard.”

He grinned back. “Good.”

He marched forward, and, sure enough, the upside-down version of the coliseum center revealed itself. The same room where he had fought the Shaft-possessed-Richter in the right-side-up castle. The sconces spilled blue fire endlessly to the ground, fixed to columns that didn’t reach the ‘floor’, in a circle around an overthrown throne. A throne which held no one now, as if he were a gladiator in an upturned universe, a slave of the games, watched by an invisible sadistic god, hosting this for their own pleasure.

The doors shut themselves behind, and in front, of him with a loud thump, closing off his exits.

Yup. Interesting.

He stood on guard, aiming the sword at the pentagonal spinning coffins in the center of the room, his mind cycling through what might step out;

Let’s see, skeletons? Zombies? Ghosts? No it’d be something more advanced than that. Maybe a dragon would walk out? Or maybe he’d fight the embodiment of emperor Nero himself? That might be fun.

When their lids creaked forward and the first enemy stepped out it did not, in fact, have rotting skin, or a malevolent grin…It looked like a man.

A man with brown hair, blue eyes—one of which a scar fell across—sauntered over to Alucard, the Belmont crest gleaming on his chest.

Alucard froze, eyes widening.

The man groaned when he saw Alucard—but not in an undead way, more like a man who was annoyed—and, unlike many of the monsters, he spoke:

“Well if it isn’t the cockwart, Alucard.”

Alucard fought werewolves and demons, things that spit fire, things that turned him to stone, things that would eat his soul out if given the chance, and he didn’t even break a sweat. Not much could make his heart hammer these days.

But this—

“Trevor! What have I told you about speaking your mind?!” Alucard had been so focused on Trevor he hadn’t noticed the other enemy: a woman in blue smacked Trevor on the back of the head.

“Uhh that it’s what everyone should do it all the time?” he rubbed his head.

She pulled on his ear.

“Okay, okay! Easy on the moneymaker!”

Alucard’s eyes stayed open wide, as if he was afraid if he closed them they’d disappear and he’d remember he was dreaming. The golden irises oscillating beneath waves of memory, the sword at his side twitching.

“Master Alucard?” the fairy’s voice was muffled behind the sound of his heartbeat.

He fought reanimated flesh, and first-animated metal, he fought things straight out of books, things he wished were mere fantasy, and never once did he stand paralyzed.

But this…this made his blood thump cold and relentless in his ears. This made his heart start churning with questions, his head ache with memory. This made his throat tighten with sentimentality long forgotten.

The fairy couldn’t hear the words he breathed.

Three hundred years is a long time. Even if he spent most of it asleep, time has a way of weighing heavy on the chest.

They were arguing amongst themselves, while the fairy was asking him questions, but he couldn’t make out any of the words. As if he was beneath many tons of water, the pressure slowly crushing him.

Being immortal has never been the blessing humanity thought. Watching your friends, your family, die is hard enough, but when you know you won’t be joining them wherever they’re going for a long time, if at all, things get more complicated. The pain, then, isn’t just loss…it’s the knowledge of what you’ll never lose. Watching your friends die, while you, standing at their death bed, look the same as you did when you met them sixty years ago, like you’re taunting them, like you’re some cosmic joke… Watching them die, while you have millennia left to spend grieving, making new friends and watching them die too, just living… it isn’t exactly something you’d spend one of your three wishes on.

Sometimes he wished he was mortal. Human. That the blade and arrow would sting more, that words would mean more, that he’d remember the things his friends told long ago, under moonlit skies. He wished he could feel something, that he could feel fear and horror and hope. That the fight would pump in his veins. That he could grow old, and die, and wouldn’t have to live a thousand more lifetimes before death took him away. Sometimes he forgot how to appreciate life; they say death is what gives life meaning, after all.

Seeing his friends from centuries ago, his friends who he had argued with, played games with, laughed, cried with. Friends who he had watched die, who he had mourned, grieved long ago back again…

“What’s the matter?” Trevor put his hands on his hips, noticing that he was standing there dumbstruck. “Cat got your tongue?”

Alucard backed up on shaky legs, biting his lip until it bled.

He was twenty years old again. Twenty years old and they were in a snowy woods speaking of God, mothers, old books, and how lonely they all were, on their way to defeat Dracula for what they didn’t realize then was only the first time.

“Master Alucard!” the fairy fluttered in front of his face—how long had she been calling him? “What’s going on?!”

His lips were sealed shut; he couldn’t answer even if he wanted to. His eyes gravitated past her to the two behind her.

It had been so long. So long since those lonely nights. Since those sunny days. So long since he’d seen their faces. Heard their voices. Seeing, hearing, them now was like medicine after years of sickness, like sobriety after spending years drunk. Like reminding himself he hadn’t made them up after all—(because sometimes it felt like he had). So long…So long since he’d been with his friends. So long since he’d had friends.

“I did want to resolve our differences.” Sypha shrugged. “But, we’re going to have to show you what we really think of you now.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself. It was nice—well uh…it was something knowing you.”

“…What?” Alucard’s breath made clouds in these snowy woods.

Trevor glanced up at him, unspooling the morning star whip—the one that he had once used to fight the night hordes with together…or at least a version of it…it didn’t look quite right.

“It’s a real shame”—he said like it wasn’t much of a shame at all—“but…we do have to kill you now.”

“We have a reputation to keep.”

“You know, vampire slayers and all. Can’t have the son of Dracula walking around.”

Alucard had to keep his breath from catching on itself and tripping.

He backed up, turning to see Sypha holding out her hands in a combat posture.

He shut his eyes and shook his head quickly, clearing the snow from his eyes, reminding himself the woods were nothing but memory; he was here, in Dracula’s upside-down castle, fighting phantoms of his friends.

They’re not real, he told himself. They’re not your friends. Trevor and Sypha are gone. They’re just one of Dracula’s tricks. He’s using them to get to you.

He felt something wrap around his leg.

“Master Alucard!”

“It’s nothing personal.” Trevor spoke, “Except if you count the fact that we’d only do this to you...because you’re the worst.” He yanked on the whip and swung Alucard by his leg into the far wall at full force.

Sypha held up her arms beads of light before her fingers, then brought them together, making spikes of ice jut out from beneath the walls, stomping towards him.

He pried himself from the wall and jumped out of their way.

Trevor threw a cross at him—one made of bones—but it came back without finding its mark.

Before Sypha could send her jet of flame at him, Alucard burst forward, knocking her down.

“Attacking poor, innocent girls now? So that’s how you want to play it, huh?”

“Who are you calling ‘poor’ and ‘innocent’?!” Sypha crossed her arms, “I can handle myself thank you very much!”

“Oh—I—uh—I didn’t mean it like that!”

Sypha scowled at him.

It was like they walked straight out of his memory. …Were they really not real?

Trevor jumped up, raising his whip.

You don’t have to do this, Alucard wanted to reason with them.

But he knew. He knew this wasn’t them. They were only a shell. A reanimated memory. Empty. There was nothing in there to reason with.

Alucard blocked his attack with his shield, and crouched down, slicing his leg, knocking him down. But before he could send the sword through his chest, Sypha raised her arm and incased him in a block of ice.

The fairy broke him out, but this had given Trevor enough time to get up, throwing another bone cross. This time it knocked Alucard down.

Sypha floated before him, ready to blast him with fire. This time Alucard teleported, slashing Trevor in the back.

“You filthy vampire bastard.”

Why them?! He wanted to demand of Dracula, but that was all-too obvious.

Alucard disappeared in a column of gold, then reappeared, opening his cloak and sending fireballs towards Trevor, who extinguished them by swinging his whip.

He dodged Sypha’s ice spears, but Trevor took this opportunity to power up, and once Alucard was out of their way he began throwing continuous knives at him--which Alucard turned into a bat to avoid.

Sypha incased him in ice for the second time, returning him to human form. The fairy broke him out.

Before Sypha could cast her next spell Alucard turned into a wolf and bowled Trevor over, leaping into the air to bite Sypha’s leg—

But before his teeth clamped down on her leg something caught in his throat—something too close to sentiment—and he fell to the floor, himself again.

In the moment’s hesitation Trevor wrapped the whip around Alucard's neck.

His eyes glinted, and his mouth quirked up. “See you in hell.”

******

“Well if it isn’t the cockwart, Alucard,” Trevor grunted as he sauntered down from the wagon, smirking.

“If it isn’t the bastard, Trevor.”

Sypha ran up to the dhampir and put her arms around him.

“It’s so good to see you again Alucard!” She released him, putting a hand on his cheek and smiling. “You haven’t changed a bit!”

“Well being half-vampire does have its benefits.”

They turned to look at Trevor, who was hanging back, rubbing the back of his head.

Sypha put her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow at him. Trevor sighed.

“Good god, I never thought I’d say this but…” He looked at his feet. “I missed you. …You and your stupid, ugly face.”

"I have something to say to you as well.”

Alucard promptly flipped him off.

Trevor made a face, groaning, “I try to say one nice—”

Before they could blink Alucard had wrapped his arms around them, holding them so fast and so tight it nearly made them fall over.

“I missed you too. …You don’t even know how much.”

******

Alucard hit the floor of the save room—which happened to be the ceiling—at full force, the world returning like a punch to the face. Once he regained his senses, he coughed, balling his hands into fists before him, breath harsh in his throat, heavy on his chest.

“Well…fuck.”

“…Master Alucard?”

He didn’t want to talk to her. He didn’t want to talk to much of anyone. He didn’t even want to think. To be here at all, in this castle. He half wished this save room didn’t exist so he wouldn’t have to go back there and do it all over again.

She fluttered up knelt in front of him, brushing the hair from his eyes.

Those eyes flicked to her. Eyes often soft and warm…now full of cold fire.

“I hope it’s not rude of me to ask…Who were those people?”

He didn’t reply at first, dropping his gaze, letting his breath rise and fall like ocean waves ripping through him, filling his eyes with saltwater.

“…Nobody.” He murmured low.

“They…” She paused a moment, trying to figure out how to delicately phrase things, “didn’t seem like nobody.”

He sat up. “…They’re not real.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to quell the burgeoning headache. “Dracula’s just trying to fuck with me.”

“Oh, indeed, I understand that.”—He shot her a reproving glance, so she continued more delicately—“…But most of Dracula’s minions don’t look human…not to mention they don’t know you…It appears to me whoever they represent were important to you.”

He looked away. He didn't want to talk about this. Not now. Not with a creature who--however well meaning--could barely begin to understand the horrors of immortality.

“And…they did know you...right?”

He looked down to see her wringing her hands.

“What exactly are you getting at?”

“It’s just…”

It dawned on him and he smiled, shifting to his knees. “That I’m the son of Dracula.”

She opened her mouth to say something, her wings beating and stopping nervously, looking down.

“Well it is a rather strange thing for them to say isn’t it? I mean, it can’t possibly be true.”

He smirked. “What if it is?”

She fluttered up to him, examining his features closely, her mouth open the whole time.

“You are?!”

He lowered his face closer to hers so she could feel his breath, his fangs glinting, “You scared?”

“...Not scared, more confused. I mean how can Dracula have a son? And—”

He raised an eyebrow. “Would you like me to go into the details?”

“I don’t mean that!” She smacked him lightly. “I mean…How can you be his son?”

“Why can’t I be?”

“Well first of all you don’t look like him—”

“Oh? And how do you know what Dracula looks like? Have you met him?”

“Well…I…” Her eyes darted between him and the ground, apparently grappling with the idea that he knew quite well what Dracula looked like. “This castle is full of Dracula’s supporters… he seems quite persuasive.”

“I’m not sure I’d say that—over half of them are creatures without reason, or free will, enough to know, or care, who they’re following.”

“Still…he has no shortage of allies.”

“What’s your question?”

“…How are you not one of them?”

He smiled. “I like to think I have a little more sense of right and wrong than mindless beasts.”

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean it like that! I just mean…you’re so kind. I wouldn’t think Dracula’s son—”

“I’m not only the son of Dracula.”

She paused, thinking, before looking up. “Your mother.” Her wings fluttered as she gained understanding, floating up to his face. “It was your mother, wasn’t it? That memory we saw. The Succubus. You said that your mother never said those things.”

“Yes, she said quite the opposite, in fact.”

She gave a sad smile. "...It sounds like you loved her very much."

He gave an almost imperceptible nod as he looked away.

"I'm...sorry that happened to her. That's ...awful. Humans can be brutes at times."

"Yes." He agreed softly, before adding, "But not always. And not all of them."

She paused herself, then began fluttering back and forth—the fairy version of pacing—trying to wrap her head around it all.

“Was she married to Dracula?”

“Yes.”

“Who was she?”

“Her name was Lisa… and she was mortal.”

“Did he love her?”

He smirked at the innocent and naïve question.

“Very much. ...Enough that he’d destroy the world for her.”

She paused, looking at the ground. “Is that why we must defeat him?”

He gave a small nod.

“It seems such a sad reason to have to kill him…for love.”

He looked off to the side, not saying anything.

“Come on.” He stood up. “It’s time for round two.”

******

Notes Cont.:

For the cartoon, I actually wrote this fic before I watched S3, so when I was trying to come up with memories for after S2 with Trevor and Sypha all I could think of was simply them arriving back at the castle. Then reading it after watching S3 I realized their reunion would probably go differently :'( ...I decided to keep it as-is because I really have no clue how that's gonna go in later seasons, and because I felt people might like reading about a nice version of them coming back to him anyways.

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[antihero-writings]

Inverted Recurrence 

Fandom: Castlevania Symphony of the Night (but with the Netflix series characterizations)

Summary: It's been three hundred years since Alucard saw Trevor and Sypha. When he sees a version of them in the inverted coliseum...he just can't seem to win the fight against them. 

So he loses. Over and over.

(The inverted coliseum boss fight from Symphony of the Night, but with the Netflix series characters)

Notes: First of all, warning!! There will be swearing in this fic!!

This is a fic for the game Symphony of the Night. However I used the characterizations of the characters from the Netflix series. This is also why Grant is not present, even though he's present in the actual fight. (I wanted to include him, especially because they took him out of the show...but because they took him out of the show, and because I have yet to play Dracula's Curse, I didn't feel like I could properly characterize him to have him in the scene.)

If you enjoyed this I'd really appreciate it if you could leave a comment! They make my week, and really help motive me to keep writing multi-chapter fics like this one!

I’ll also post this on my Castlevania blog @symphonyofthewrite if you want to check it out there!! 

Chapter 1:

Alucard hit the ground of the save room…which happened to be the ceiling, breath and heartbeat crawling through his chest like fire ants.

“Well…fuck.”

******

Fire consumed the werewolves’ snarls, echoing through the stone hall, and he continued up the corridor without a glance back.

Alucard paused to think; count the rooms.

He wiped the blood off his sword—well, not his sword, that is to say, he still didn’t have his mother’s sword back from that dickhead, Death, so he was using one he had borrowed from one of those green skeletons upon its second death.

“Are you prepared?” he asked his fairy familiar. “If my thinking is correct we’re coming upon the main part of the coliseum. This could get”—he adjusted his grip on the sword and inclined his head to the side. “Interesting.”

She folded her arms and bowed. “I am prepared for whatever comes our way, Master Alucard.”

He grinned back. “Good.”

He marched forward, and, sure enough, the upside-down version of the coliseum center revealed itself. The same room where he had fought the Shaft-possessed-Richter in the right-side-up castle. The sconces spilled blue fire endlessly to the ground, fixed to columns that didn’t reach the ‘floor’, in a circle around an overthrown throne. A throne which held no one now, as if he were a gladiator in an upturned universe, a slave of the games, watched by an invisible sadistic god, hosting this for their own pleasure.

The doors shut themselves behind, and in front, of him with a loud thump, closing off his exits.

Yup. Interesting.

He stood on guard, aiming the sword at the pentagonal spinning coffins in the center of the room, his mind cycling through what might step out;

Let’s see, skeletons? Zombies? Ghosts? No it’d be something more advanced than that. Maybe dragon would walk out? Or maybe he’d fight the embodiment of of emperor Nero himself? That might be fun.

When their lids creaked forward, and the first enemy stepped out it did not, in fact, have rotting skin, or a malevolent grin…It looked like a man.

A man with brown hair, blue eyes—one of which a scar fell across—sauntered over to Alucard, the Belmont crest gleaming on his chest.

Alucard froze, eyes widening.

The man groaned when he saw Alucard—but not in an undead way, more like a man who was annoyed—and, unlike many of the monsters, he spoke:

“Well if it isn’t the cockwart, Alucard.”

Alucard fought werewolves and demons, things that spit fire, things that turned him to stone, things that would eat his soul out if given the chance, and he didn’t even break a sweat. Not much could make his heart hammer these days.

But this—

“Trevor! What have I told you about speaking your mind?!” Alucard had been so focused on Trevor he hadn’t noticed the other enemy: a woman in blue smacked Trevor on the back of the head.

“Uhh that it’s what everyone should do it all the time?” he rubbed his head.

She pulled on his ear.

“Okay, okay! Easy on the moneymaker!”

Alucard’s eyes stayed open wide, as if he was afraid if he closed them they’d disappear and he’d remember he was dreaming. The golden irises oscillating beneath waves of memory, the sword at his side twitching.

“Master Alucard?” the fairy’s voice was muffled behind the sound of his heartbeat.

He fought reanimated flesh, and first-animated metal, he fought things straight out of books, things he wished were mere fantasy, and never once did he stand paralyzed.

But this…this made his blood thump cold and relentless in his ears. This made his heart start churning with questions, his head ache with memory. This made his throat tighten with sentimentality long forgotten.

The fairy couldn’t hear the words he breathed.

Three hundred years is a long time. Even if he spent most of it asleep, time has a way of weighing heavy on the chest.

They were arguing amongst themselves, while the fairy was asking him questions, but he couldn’t hear any of them. As if he was beneath many tons of water, the pressure slowly crushing him.

Being immortal has never been the blessing humanity thought. Watching your friends, your family, die is hard enough, but when you know you won’t be joining them wherever they’re going for a long time, if at all, things get more complicated. The pain, then, isn’t just loss…it’s the knowledge of what you’ll never lose. Watching your friends die, while you, standing at their death bed, look the same as you did when you met them sixty years ago, like you’re taunting them, like you’re some cosmic joke… Watching them die, while you have millennia left to spend grieving, making new friends and watching them die too, just living… it isn’t exactly something you’d spend one of your three wishes on.

Sometimes he wished he was mortal. Human. That the blade and arrow would sting more, that words would mean more, that he’d remember the things his friends told long ago, under moonlit skies. He wished he could feel something, that he could feel fear and horror and hope. That the fight would pump in his veins. That he could grow old, and die, and wouldn’t have to live a thousand more lifetimes before death took him away. Sometimes he forgot how to appreciate life; they say death is what gives life meaning, after all.

Seeing his friends from centuries ago, his friends who he had argued with, played games with, laughed, cried with. Friends who he had watched die, who he had mourned, grieved long ago back again…

“What’s the matter?” Trevor put his hands on his hips, noticing that he was standing their dumbstruck. “Cat got your tongue?”

Alucard backed up on shaky legs, biting his lip until it bled.

He was twenty years old again. Twenty years old and they were in a snowy woods speaking of God, mothers, old books, and how lonely they all were, on their way to defeat Dracula for what they didn’t realize then was only the first time.

“Master Alucard!” the fairy fluttered in front of his face—how long had she been calling him? “What’s going on?!”

His lips were sealed shut; he couldn’t answer her even if he wanted to. His eyes gravitated past her toward the two behind her.

It had been so long. So long since those lonely nights. So long since those sunny days. So long since he’d seen their faces. So long since he’d heard their voices. Seeing, hearing, them now was like medicine, like sobriety. Like reminding himself he hadn’t made them up after all—(because sometimes it felt like he had). So long…So long since he’d been with his friends. So long since he’d had friends.

“I did want to resolve our differences.” Sypha shrugged. “But, we’re going to have to show you what we really think of you now.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself. It was nice—well uh…it was something knowing you.”

“…What?” Alucard’s breath made clouds in these snowy woods.

Trevor glanced up at him, unspooling the morning star whip—the one that he had once used to fight the night hordes with together…or at least a version of it…it didn’t look quite right.

“It’s a real shame”—he said like it wasn’t much of a shame at all—“but…we do have to kill you now.”

“We have a reputation to keep.”

“You know, vampire slayers and all. Can’t have the son of Dracula walking around.”

Alucard had to keep his breath from catching on itself and tripping.

He backed up, turning to see Sypha holding out her hands in a combat posture.

He shut his eyes and shook his head quickly, clearing the snow from his eyes, reminding himself the woods were nothing but memory; he was here, in Dracula’s upside-down castle fighting phantoms of his friends.

They’re not real, he told himself. They’re not your friends. Trevor and Sypha are gone. They’re just one of Dracula’s tricks. He’s using them to get to you.

He felt something wrap around his leg.

“Master Alucard!”

“It’s nothing personal.” Trevor spoke, “Except if you count the fact that we’d only do this to you because you’re the worst.” He yanked on the whip and swung Alucard by his leg into the far wall at full force.

Sypha held up her arms beads of light before her fingers, then brought them together, making spikes of ice jut out from beneath the walls, stomping towards him.

He pried himself from the wall and jumped out of their way.

Trevor threw a cross at him—one made of bones—but it came back without finding its mark.

Before Sypha could send her jet of flame at him, Alucard burst forward knocking her down.

“Attacking poor, innocent girls now? So that’s how you want to play it, huh?”

“Who are you calling ‘poor’ and ‘innocent’?!” Sypha crossed her arms, “I can handle myself thank you very much!”

“Oh—I—uh—I didn’t mean it like that!”

Sypha scowled at him.

It was like they walked straight out of his memory. …Were they really not real?

Trevor jumped up, raising his whip.

You don’t have to do this, Alucard wanted to reason with them.

But he knew. He knew this wasn’t them. They were only a shell. A reanimated memory. Empty. There was nothing in there to reason with.

Alucard blocked his attack with his shield, and crouched down, slicing his leg, knocking down. But before he could send the sword through his chest, Sypha raised her arm and incased him in a block of ice.

The fairy broke him out, but this had given Trevor enough time to get up, throwing another bone cross. This time it knocked Alucard to the ground.

Sypha floated before him, ready to blast him with fire. This time Alucard teleported, slashing Trevor in the back.

“You filthy vampire bastard.”

Why them?! He wanted to demand of Dracula, but that was all-too obvious.

Alucard disappeared in a column of gold, then reappeared, opening his cloak and sending fireballs towards Trevor, who extinguished them by swinging his whip.

He dodged Sypha’s ice spears, but Trevor took this opportunity to power up, and once Alucard was out of their way he began throwing continuous knives at him.

Alucard turned into a bat to avoid them.

Sypha incased him in ice for the second time, returning him to human form. The fairy broke him out.

Before Sypha could cast her next spell Alucard turned into a wolf and bowled Trevor over, leaping into the air to bite Sypha’s leg—

But before his teeth clamped down on her leg something caught in his throat—something too close to sentiment—and he fell to the floor, himself again.

In the moment’s hesitation Trevor wrapped the whip around his neck.

His eyes glinted, and his mouth quirked up. “See you in hell.”

******

“Well if it isn’t the cockwart Alucard,” Trevor grunted as he sauntered down from the wagon, smirking.

“If it isn’t the…bastard Trevor.”

Sypha ran up to the dhampir and put her arms around him.

“It’s so good to see you again Alucard!” She released him, putting a hand on his cheek and smiling. “You haven’t changed a bit!”

“Well being half-vampire does have its benefits.”

They turned to look at Trevor, who was hanging back, rubbing the back of his head.

Sypha put her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow at him. Trevor sighed.

“Good god, I never thought I’d say this but…” he looked at his feet. “I missed you. …You and your stupid, ugly face.”

"I have something to say to you as well.”

Alucard promptly flipped him off.

Trevor made a face, groaning, “I try to say one nice—”

Before they could blink Alucard had wrapped his arms around them.

“I missed you too. …You don’t even know how much.”

******

Alucard hit the floor of the save room—which happened to be the ceiling—at full force, the world returning like a punch to the face. Once he regained his senses, he coughed, balling his hands into fists before him, breath harsh in his throat, heavy on his chest.

“Well…fuck.”

“…Master Alucard?”

He didn’t want to talk to her. He didn’t want to talk to much of anyone. He didn’t even want to think. To be here at all, in this castle. He half wished this save room didn’t exist so he wouldn’t have to go back there and do it all over again.

She fluttered up knelt in front of him, brushing the hair from his eyes.

Those eyes flicked to her. Eyes which were often soft and warm…now they were full of cold fire.

“I hope it’s not rude of me to ask…Who were those people?”

He didn’t reply at first, dropping his gaze, letting his breath rise and fall like ocean waves ripping through him, filling his eyes with saltwater.

“…Nobody.” He murmured low.

“They…” She paused a moment, trying to figure out how to delicately phrase things, “didn’t seem like nobody.”

He sat up. “…They’re not real.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to quell the burgeoning headache. “Dracula’s just trying to fuck with me.”

“Oh, indeed, I understand that.”—He shot her a reproving glance, so she continued more delicately—“…But most of Dracula’s minions don’t look human…not to mention they don’t know you…It appears to me whoever they represent were important to you.”

He didn’t respond.

“And…they did know you, right?”

He looked down to see her wringing her hands.

“What exactly are you getting at?”

“It’s just…”

It dawned on him he smiled, shifting onto his knees. “That I’m the son of Dracula.”

She opened her mouth to say something, her wings beating and stopping nervously, looking down.

“Well it is a rather strange thing for them to say isn’t it? I mean, it can’t possibly be true.”

He smirked. “What if it is?”

She fluttered up to him, examining his features closely, her mouth open the whole time.

“You are?!”

He lowered his face closer to hers so she could feel his breath, his fangs glinting, “You scared?”

“Not scared, more…confused. I mean how can Dracula have a son? And—”

He raised an eyebrow. “Would you like me to go into the details?”

“I don’t mean that!” She smacked him lightly. “I mean…How can you be his son?”

“Why can’t I be?”

“Well first of all you don’t look like him—”

“Oh? And how do you know what Dracula looks like? Have you met him?”

“Well…I…” Her eyes darted between him and the ground, apparently grappling with the idea that he knew quite well what Dracula looked like. “This castle is full of Dracula’s supporters… he seems quite persuasive.”

“I’m not sure I’d say that—over half of them are creatures without reason or free will enough to know, or care, who they’re following.”

“Still…he has no shortage of allies.”

“What’s your question?”

“…How are you not one of them?”

He smiled. “I like to think I have a little more sense of right and wrong than mindless beasts.”

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean it like that! I just mean…you’re so kind. I wouldn’t think Dracula’s son—”

“I’m not only the son of Dracula.”

She paused, thinking, before looking up. “Your mother.” Her wings fluttered as she gained understanding, floating up to his face. “It was your mother, wasn’t it? That memory we saw. The Succubus. You said that your mother never said those things.”

“Yes, she said quite the opposite, in fact.”

She fluttered back and forth—the fairy version of pacing—trying to wrap her head around it all.

“Was she married to Dracula?”

“Yes.”

“Who was she?”

“Her name was Lisa… and she was mortal.”

“Did he love her?”

He smirked at the innocent and naïve question.

“Very much. Enough that he’d destroy the world for her her.”

She paused, looking at the ground. “Is that why we must defeat him?”

He gave a small nod.

“It seems such a sad reason to have to kill him…for love.”

He looked off to the side, not saying anything.

“Come on.” He stood up. “It’s time for round two.”

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[gayregis]

the hug with geralt and ciri just gave off energy too similar to like that scene in harry potter where voldemort stiffly hugs draco but worse because freya does a decent job of conveying like weirdly unfounded relief or whatever at finally finding geralt whereas draco is just honestly not having a great time. it didn't feel believable and it felt like it was like a weird visual example of the writers basically Telling the audience to Feel Some Sort Of Positive Emotion for their reunion

ok idk anything about harry potter bc ive never read/watched it but i know their movies had some issues (”did you put your name in the goblet of fire, harry”)? but yeah exactly, its also due to the fact that twn PLANNED to have geralt and ciri meeting in brokilon written into the script, but then they scrapped the entire thing and lauren said as a result of that, they had to remove geralt and ciri’s emotional reunion as well because otherwise it would have felt like they didn’t “earn it.” what she failed to notice was that they didn’t even “earn” the “reunion” they got, because it wasn’t a fucking “re” union, it was just a union, because the two had never met before or cared about each other. a lot of the viewers (first time viewers of the witcher universe/witcher stories, not books fans who knew what was supposed to happen) left confused, because like, why did they just run to each other? 

the entire fiasco reminds me of how paleotologists find skeletons of dinosaurs and scientists and artists try and recreate what the animal would have looked like without factoring elements like fat, blubber, or elements like feathers. so the thing looks like a poor emaciated version of itself, likely entirely incorrect, but the fact that they have this statue or drawing of a dinosaur now is enough to attract the masses and make them ooh and ahh. netflix’s production team stripped the witcher down to its extremely bare bones and then added a pretty skin and glass eyes to it, and it drew mass crowds to flock and marvel over it.

#haha. marvel. get it. because lauren is married to that wealthy marvel executive who got her her position due to nepotism #ask #anon #the witcher netflix #geralt #ciri

[tawneybel]

Happy Mischief Night!

I’m on Lo Loestrin Fe for my ovarian cysts. I’ve been in pain since July 15th but it’s greatly subsided because I know the cause of it now! My period started on October 1st after skipping August and September entirely, maybe because October’s my favorite month and fall calms me lol. It also lasted thirteen days. Am I breaking out because I’m on the pill, or because I ate like three chocolate bars and a key lime pie this month? The only time I eat sweets is when I’m menstruating or it’s a holiday. 

My next gyne appointment is in late November and I wonder if I’m going to have to have a laparoscopy, ugh. I haven’t been able to do abdominal exercises since mid-July. Swimming was out of the question because of covidiots. :/ I also need to schedule my wisdom teeth removal.

The rest of this post is about the Ginger Snaps trilogy because I felt that series deserved its own review post. (Even if it’s short.) I haven’t written one of those in a while! There are so many notes on my phone from all the horror movies I ‘ve watched this year. These notes are from months ago so hopefully I remembered everything correctly lol.

Ginger Snaps

Less than two minutes in and a doggy died. But the rest of the franchise makes up for it. The first two are some of the few chick flicks I really like, alongside Carrie, Gone Girl, and Heathers. Brigitte is one of my favorite types of goth characters. You don’t require heavy makeup, all-black clothing, or to wear certain brands. Sometimes all you need are skeleton accessories, mostly black clothing, a dark soundtrack, and of course morbid interests. (The bone pens were so cute!) The Fitzgerald sisters’ fascination with gruesome deaths could be off-putting, but pre-lycanthropy they seemed like they had promising photography careers. 

Ginger and Brigitte’s mom was truly ride-or-die until the end. A deleted scene has her take the blame for the killings. I wish first period cakes were the norm. In a way I got one, because I reached menarche a week before my twelfth birthday. At first I thought the girls were fraternal twins. The silver belly button ring insertion was like a hardcore version of the earlobe piercing scene from The Parent Trap. Ginger Snaps is like a dark inversion of that movie, sortakindanotreally, where the sisters grow farther apart. At the end, they are without their parents. Not because the protagonists are left orphans, but because they felt like they couldn’t tell Mom and/or Dad about the paranormal aspects of Ginger’s belated puberty. Again, if you like Carrie, check this out. 

For a guy with three sisters, Jason sure was a d-bag towards girls. I like how he just walked off with a syringe in his neck. The audience never learns what happens to him. We never learn the identity of the male wolf from Unleashed, but the creators say it wasn’t him or Sam. 

There’s also some excellent dark humor. On hiding bully Trina’s body: “Shallow grave? I don’t know, just seems appropriate. Also, “I can see your gaunch!” Apparently that’s Canadian slang. 

Ginger Snaps 2: Unleashed

The first sequel I actually liked more than the original. I plopped it on my fave horror movie list. 

Getting hit on by someone who works at a place you frequent is not usually pleasant. Jeremy was kind-hearted, at least. Too bad Brigitte’s admirer had to off him. Okay, I can’t remember why, but I thought Dr. Brookner was a pervo like Tyler. Tyler’s a horrible person, but a great character. Because he took sex/ual advantage of young addicts, but looked out for Ghost. Again, horrible person, but his character showed you can’t clock a rapist 24/7. Unleashed is also great because it passed the Bechdel test without making a big deal about it. It’s just organic. Female characters talking to each other. 

As I said before, we never learned the Best of Bailey Down nor the stalker’s identity, but it made the movies feel more realistic, not having all the answers. “Beautiful” by Joydrop was a fitting credit song, because it describes Ginger and Brigitte’s relationship prior to the former’s death. 

Ginger Snaps Back: The Beginning 

While this wasn’t as enjoyable as the first two, it’s definitely one of the better pieces of werewolf media I’ve consumed. The Beginning is basically a historical AU, although I think Brendan Fletcher is the only “original” actor besides Perkins and Isabelle.

This movie and THIR13EN Ghosts taught me JR Bourne was born to play a DILF. Teen Wolf introduced me to him, so I was already in love when I got to daddy Russell Lightbourne from The 100. (I have to catch up on season seven, now that it's finally on Netflix. I was having trouble accessing On Demand for a few days, when it took NOS4A2’s second season off. Darn it. The hourglass dude is hot. Still gonna write for it.) Bourne just ages so well. DADDY.

Song of the Day: “Halloween” by Aqua.

#Tawney talks #Lo Loestrin Fe #ovarian cysts #menstruation #period #minors do not interact #Ginger Snaps #Carrie #Gone Girl #Heathers #Stephen King #Parent Trap #Emily Perkins #Ginger Snaps 2: Unleashed #addiction #non con #Joydrop #Ginger Snaps Back: The Beginning #Brendan Fletcher #Katharine Isabelle #THIR13EN GHOSTS #JR Bourne #Teen Wolf #The 100 #NOS4A2 #13 Ghosts #Aqua

[keelywolfe]

Drabble: Bored Games (baon)

Summary: Booored. Stretch is so done with being bored of boring days boring him. Bored.

Notes:  Stretch’s mood is so much my own right now. Luckily, he has better entertainment.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationship, Fluff, Teasing, Flirting

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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~~*~~

Finding Stretch sprawled out on the sofa when Edge returned home from work was a common occurrence. Even he was surrendering to the sweltering heat outside and the air conditioning left their home comfortably cool in comparison.

What was stranger was that his attention was not on the television, which was showing the Netflix menu. Nor was he napping; one arm was slung over his sockets in a failing attempt as a blindfold and his bare toes were drumming against the arm of the sofa. Even his clothes explained little, normal shorts and a plain tank top, one of Edge’s without any ridiculous slogans or advertising. Strange, but not worrying, not yet.

Without any clues to work from, it left only Edge’s least favorite route of determining his husband’s mood; asking directly.

He set aside his work bag, loosening his tie as he asked, carefully, “Is everything all right, love?”

There was a long silence, Stretch’s toes pausing in their impromptu drum solo.

Finally he said, “yeaaaaah,” drawing out the word into a sigh. “i guess. nothing’s wrong exactly. today just feels like one big shrug, you know?”

He didn’t, not really, but he had no doubt that was exactly how Stretch felt. Not terrible, at least, not lost in the grayness of his thoughts. Just a bit out of sorts and that might be something Edge could help with. “What do you need to feel better?”

“i dunno, but per experiments, a half a carton of cookie dough ice cream is not the answer.” That felt like it needed a response and a horrified one at that, but Stretch sat up before Edge could come up with the precise words to indicate the proper amount disgust without aiming it at his husband.

“it’s too hot and it’s too boring and i don’t wanna go out but i don’t wanna stay in. there’s nothing to watch or read. i even tried out that face aging app everyone is using online in desperation.”

“I take it you weren’t entertained.”

Stretch looked at him sourly and held out his phone. The picture was a completely normal one, without any of the filters Stretch used sometimes to add ears or tattoos. “And how did it look aged up?”

“that is aged up,” Stretch groaned, flopping back on the sofa.

Oh. It was difficult to hold back a smile but Edge managed. “Well, at least you know you’ll keep your youthful appearance. Were you hoping for wrinkles and crows feet? Perhaps to sprout some gray hair?”

“hell, i don’t even know. me and the trouble twins are the oldest skeleton monsters i know. older’n you.”

“Ah, yes, all three of you are positively ancient,” Edge said blandly. “Afraid you won’t be able to keep up with the younger versions?”

Stretch snorted. “please. we couldn’t have kept up when we were your age, kid.”

“I’m sure you’re right, oh, ancient one.”

Stretch never bothered to hold back a grin and he added a roll of his eye lights for good measure before slumping back down, slinging an arm over his sockets again. Fidgeting more than anything, he shifted to throw one leg over the back of the sofa as he squirmed restlessly.

Much as Edge wanted to help, frankly that squirming coupled with the tantalizing amount of bone he was showing was terribly distracting. The tank top was cut loosely, Edge normally wore them when he went running, and it showed the delicate lines of his collarbone, the sleek curves all but begged for a taste or nibble. Meanwhile, with his legs sprawled apart, his shorts rode up high on his femurs, showing off the pale, glossy bones.

Long and smooth, and strong as well, something Stretch proved often, gripping at Edge with his legs whenever he was between them, so lovely and—

“if you’re finished perving on me, you can come on over and get an actual taste of it.”

Startled, Edge dragged his eye lights up. Stretch was looking out at him through the ineffective barrier of his arm, and his smirk was an equal measure of knowing and inviting.

Well, so long as he had an invitation…

Edge stripped off his jacket and shirt, tossing them with rare carelessness onto the coffee table before he moved to set a knee between Stretch’s splayed legs. He lowered himself with care, already nuzzling against that tempting collar bone.

The breathless laugh he got in return contrasted with the fingers digging into his scapulas as Stretch pulled him in. “yeah, go for it, babe, you’re always good for a few minutes of entertainm—hey!”

Edge lapped soothingly at the abused bone that he’d nipped slightly harder than necessary in warning. “Watch what you say, brat, or you’ll get a lesson in just how long I can be entertaining.”

“oooh, big promises today, think you can keep—“ His already ragged voice broke on a moan and though Stretch never said it out loud, Edge was quite certain that for the rest of the evening, he was no longer bored.

-finis

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

[msmkcreates]

Twice a Month I Fall in Love (1/???)

Characters: SF!Papyrus, Reader, US!Papyrus

A drabble series based on prompts by @undertale-prompts

---------

You could tell before even opening your eyes that it had happened again.

The room was cold, and smelled like barbeque sauce and sour clothes. An experimental twitch gave you the click of bone instead of the feeling of skin. You sighed, opening your borrowed eyes--sorry, sockets--to the darkness.

This marked the third time, which means you were correct--it was happening every other Saturday, now, rather than once a month. You had switched bodies with the skeleton monster again.

It wasn't that you really minded being in Papyrus’ body for the day, so much as you minded having to be him. His brother was a tyrant, his life was dark and painful, and as you had learned from your first few years of doing this every month, it was better to simply pretend you knew what you were doing than to get upset about it.

But, you noticed, since it was happening more often, that things had shifted.

Firstly, monsters were no longer underground. The sun peeked through the blinds, and you felt the relief in his body at the feeling of it on his hand. You had seen on the news, in your own body, that monsters had appeared from beneath the mountains, so that was no surprise.

A muffled drawl managed to waft through his...through your closed door.

“hey, mutt, you gonna sleep all morning?”

You sighed and scratched...your skull. It's easier to think of it as yours for a day.

“i'll be out soon. sorry.”

Your voice was deep and rumbling, something that may have scared you once but had begun to be a comfort to you. After three years of switching bodies with him once a month, you suppose there was a mysterious sense of familiarity in it all.

Especially now that there were so many more skeletons than just your Papyrus and Sans.

Perhaps that’s why the switch is more often now. Maybe you’re responding to his discomfort amongst all these others. Or maybe it’ll keep getting more frequent until you switch for good, or maybe you’ll get so frequent until it suddenly stops. Who knows.

Papyrus--Mutt, you had to remind yourself, since that was his nickname now--had left his notebook on the bedside table. This and the one on your own bedside table were how the two of you helped each other cope in your bodies, sort of diaries so the other knows any new developments. You picked it up quickly, sitting up to read it eagerly. There’s a sense of connection in his handwriting, even though you’d never actually spoken to each other in real life.

on the surface with the others still, obviously. no resets anymore, not sure what that means.

stay away from boss (spiky papyrus) bc i played a very unappreciated prank on him last night.

hey, question--i think we’ve been doing this long enough that i can masturbate in your body, right? might be a good chance to learn what humans like

You chuckled a little at that. You had certainly had the same thought, especially since the time you had switched when he was in heat--that was an interesting experience.

You picked up the pen and wrote back in your own curly handwriting.

Only if I get to touch you, too.

And then it was time to be up for the day, and pretend to be him.

---------

Sans--er, Black, as the others called him--took one look at you when you entered the kitchen and made an annoyed face immediately.

“YOU AREN’T MY BROTHER.”

“sorry,” you offered quietly with a shrug. Black was used to this, but it never annoyed him any less. Especially since the others appeared.

“WHATEVER. YOU COULD AT LEAST TRY TO DRESS LIKE HIM NEXT TIME.” He scoffed, but it lacked the bite that he usually leveled on you when he did think you were his brother. Maybe he’s softening up to you? “STAY AWAY FROM THE ANGRY ONE. I WON’T HAVE YOUR INEXPERIENCE WITH FIGHTING GETTING MY BROTHER DUSTED LIKE THIS.”

“i will. i mean, i won’t. uh. get him dusted.”

“MUTT! GOOD MORNING! YOU’RE UP EARLY!”

You couldn’t help but smile up at the sweetheart as he entered the room, the one that had been allowed to retain the name “Papyrus”. He did look like a clean, soft version of your switch partner, and he was always as kind and soft as he looks.

“am i?” you asked.

“AND YOUR CLOTHES ARE CLEAN! THAT’S WONDERFUL!” He continued, referring to your outfit. Hm. So that’s what Black meant by dressing like Mutt. You suppose this was cleaner and more nicely matched than he would probably normally wear. “TODAY MUST BE A GOOD DAY FOR YOU!”

“an interesting one, sure.”

Names were still hard for you, so you tended to stay quiet at meals, and by lunch you realized that wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary. The only thing that got you was when the other one with a collar made his sex jokes, he’d laugh and look at you--you supposed Mutt normally laughs along. What was that one’s name? Red?

In any case you tried to make yourself as invisible as Black would let you, still not sure how the house worked.

Your day went by slowly, but it went.

---------

“hey, what's wrong with mutt?” Red asked, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder to where Mutt was reading quietly on the couch.

“HMM? OH, PAY HIM NO MIND. IT HAPPENS ONCE A MONTH OR SO. HE'LL BE NORMAL IN THE MORNING,” Black said vaguely, dunking the dish in his hands into the water again. Nearby, Stretch straightened up a bit, clearly listening in. “DON'T GET ANY IDEAS, THOUGH--I'LL DUST YOU BEFORE YOU CAN TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HIM.”

“wasn't plannin’ on it,” Red crouched, immediately sour from the interaction. “jus’ wonderin’.”

Stretch looked at Mutt curiously, recognizing the book in his hands. He could have sworn Mutt had said he hated fantasy, and especially didn't like reading things Stretch himself had written--he wondered what the sudden change of opinion was about.

“hey. mutt.”

Mutt looked up from his book as Stretch approached. “yeah?”

He hesitated, a little surprised at the lack of demeaning nickname and the actually relaxed posture he'd never seen on his counterpart. Even his eyelights were fuzzier, nicer, more inviting.

“uh. just thought i'd see how you liked the book.”

Is he seeing things, or did Mutt just...light up? His shoulders lifted, he smiled, and Stretch felt...supremely uncomfortable.

“it's really good. have you read it?”

Stretch snorted, and when it seemed like Mutt didn't understand why it was funny, he coughed. “uh. i wrote that one.”

“woah, really?” Mutt asked, closing it and checking the author name. It was a pen name, but close enough that it was reasonable. “that's amazing. I could never...uh, i mean, writing's pretty hard.”

Stretch sat slowly, noting that Mutt withdrew his legs to tuck under him and make room, whereas normally he would literally just kick him back off and stretch out.

“it's alright. some things come to me easier than others,” Stretch said with a shrug. “you should know. you write poetry, right?”

“i do?” Mutt asked, eyes flicking past him towards the kitchen. Stretch turned and saw Black turning around to face the dishes again. “i mean. i do.”

“MUTT!” Both Stretch and Mutt jumped as  THAT DOCUMENTARY ON SQUIDS IS ON NETFLIX AGAIN. I KNOW YOU WANTED TO WATCH IT SO NOW IS THE TIME BEFORE I TAKE OVER THE TELEVISION!”

Mutt seemed relieved for the distraction, and mumbled something as he fumbled for the remote.

Stretch leaned back, ready to settle in for said documentary. Mutt was acting really strange, and he wanted to puzzle it out--Black says this happens about once or twice a month?

There has to be a reason for this sweet, demure side of him.

He had to know.

To be continued

#mkwrites #drabbles #sf!papyrus/reader #sf!papyrus #us!papyrus/reader #us!papyrus #body switching #twice a month i fall in love

[gaymusicchart]

Gay Music Chart – 2020 week 28

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  OUT : Bilal Hassani - "Roi" (Live @ Eurovision Song Contest 2019)

OUT : Patrick - "Heavenly Bodies"

OUT : 肖戰 Xiao Zhan & 王一博 Wang Yibo -《無羈》("Wu ji") (Chorus version)    

OUT : Tuure Boelius - "1"

OUT : Isaac Dunbar - "comme des garçons (like the boys)"

OUT : ギヴン(Given) / Mafuyu -「冬のはなし」(Fuyu No Hanashi)

OUT : Douwe Bob - "Consider"

OUT : Madox - "S.E.X."

OUT : Miss Caffeina feat. Javiera Mena y La Casa Azul - "Cola de pez (Fuego)"        

OUT : Miley Cyrus - "Slide Away"

OUT : Mashrou’ Leila (مشروع ليلى) - "Radio Romance"          

OUT : Davis Mallory, Deekey - "Downtown"

OUT : Mrs Yéyé feat. THÉA - "Solitaires"        

OUT : Kevin McHale - "Help Me Now"

OUT : Chaz Cardigan - "Not OK!"

OUT : Mike Taveira - "Curious"          

OUT : Đức Phúc - "Hơn Cả Yêu"

OUT : Trúc Nhân - "Sáng Mắt Chưa"

OUT : Will Young - "My Love"

  01 (+20) : Yuma X - "Secret Lover"

LW: 21 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 01 (x1)

Australia - April 2020

The music videos shows a secret relation between two men who have both a girlfriend.

 02 (+ 17) : Christopher Sorensen - "Way. Way. Back"

LW: 19 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 02

USA - November 2019

A sweet music video about two childhood friends at three different moments of their lives, who faced the opposition of the father of one of them when he discovered they were lovers.

 03 (+ 15) : Макс Барских (Max Barskih) - "Лей, не жалей" (Ley, ne zhaley)    

LW: 18 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 03

Ukraine - February 2020

 04 (+ 11) : Melanie C - "Who I Am"      

LW: 15 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 04

UK - March 2020

The ex-Spice Girls member make a queer come back with several songs and music videos with LGBT themes. This one is about self-esteem.

 05 (NEW) : Javiera Mena - "Corazón Astral"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 05

Chile - June 2020

 06 (- 1) : Sam Smith - "How Do You Sleep?"

LW: 05 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 05

UK - July 2019

 07 (- 3) : PJ Brennan - "Bones"

LW: 04 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 04

USA - September 2019

 08 (NEW) : Eurovision Song-Along (Official) - Iconic Contestants Join The Party

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 08

USA / international - June 2020 - from the Netflix movie "Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Saga" OST

 09 (- 3) : Pierre Lapointe - "Le monarque des Indes"  

LW: 06 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 06

Canada - November 2019 - from the album "Pour déjouer l'ennui"          

 10 (+ 27) : Kim Petras - "Icy"

LW: 37 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 10

Germany - October 2019 - from the album "Clarity"        

 11 (=) : Сергей Лазарев (Sergey Lazarev) - "Я не боюсь" ("Ya ne boyus")    

LW: 11 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 11

Russia - November 2019 - from the EP "Я не боюсь"

With this song called "I'm not afraid", Sergey Lazarev shows subtly that you don't have to be afraid to love who you want.

 12 (- 4) : MIKA - "Sanremo"

LW: 08 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 08

UK / Lebanon - October 2019 - from the album "My Name Is Michael Holbrook"

The music video shows the difficulties to be gay in Italy in the 50's, with a married man cruising in the streets and clandestin bars while avoiding police patrols.

 13 (+ 30) : Hatari feat. Bashar Murad - "Klefi" / "Samed" (صامد)            

LW: 43 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 13

Iceland / Palestine - May 2019 - from the album "Neyslutrans"    

 14 (NEW) : Scott Free - "The Last Revolution"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 14

USA - June 2020 - from the album "The Last Revolution"

 15 (- 3) : Will Young - "All The Songs"

LW: 12 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 12

UK - March 2019 - from the album "Lexicon"      

The British singer dares to strip naked in this music video.

 16 (+ 1) : Thibaut Pez - "Que tu meures"

LW: 17 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 16

France - June 2019 - from the EP "Garçon formidable"

 17 (- 3) : Romy, Tanishk Bagchi & Yo Yo Honey Singh - "Pyaar Tenu Karda Gabru"

LW: 14 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 14

India - January 2020 - from the OST "Shubh Mangal Zyada Saavdhan"

This song is taken from the first Bollywood gay movie "Shubh Mangal Zyada Saavdhan" which tells the story of a gay couple who must face the opposition of the father of one of them.

 18 (+ 18) : Ben Platt - "Rain"

LW: 36 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 18

USA - September 2019 - from the album "Sing To Me Instead" (Deluxe)

 19 (+ 10) : The Irrepressibles feat. Jon Campbell - "Let Go (Everybody Move Your Body Listen to Your Heart)"

LW: 29 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 19

UK - March 2020

 20 (NEW) : Bright Light Bright Light - "I Used To Be Cool"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 20

USA - June 2020 - from the album "Fun City"

 21 (+ 19) : LP - "Shaken"        

LW: 40 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 21

USA - June 2019 - from the album "Heart to Mouth"

 22 (+ 23) : Hoshi - "Amour censure"

LW: 45 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 22

France - December 2019 - from the album "Sommeil levant"

A song for tolerance and gay love, and a music video against "La manif pour tous", a collective against LGBT rights in France.

 23 (- 22) : Nguyễn Trần Trung Quân - "Tự Tâm"

LW: 01 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 01 (x1)

Vietnam - October 2019

Don't miss this awesome music video, with a complex love triangle story and several twists.

 24 (- 17) : Lu Xue-Rui (盧學叡) - "Who I Am" /《我是誰》

LW: 07 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 07

Taiwan - October 2019

This music video shows the struggles to assume your sexual orientation.

 25 (NEW) : Yanni Burton - "A Part Of Me"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 25

Australia - July 2020

 26 (NEW) : Kyan Palmer - "Quarantini"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 26

USA - April 2020

 27 (- 24) : Todrick Hall - "Nails, Hair, Hips, Heels"

LW: 03 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 03

USA - May 2019 - from the album "Haus Party"

The choreography is legendary.

 28 (NEW) : Lesley Roy - "Story Of My Life"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 28

Ireland - March 2020 - from the compilation "Eurovision Song Contest 2020"

��29 (+ 17) : Stefan Alexander - "Skeleton"

LW: 46 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 29

USA - September 2019 - from the EP "Thunderclap"

 30 (NEW) : Jessie Ware - "Spotlight"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 30

UK - February 2020

 31 (NEW) : טליסמאן (Talisman) & הראל סקעת (Harel Skaat) - "רוצה לחזור" ("Rotze lahzor")

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 31

Israel - May 2020

 32 (- 22) : Benjamin Scheuer - "I Am Samantha"        

LW: 10 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 10

USA - March 2020

This is a powerful anthem for transgender people.

 33 (NEW) : Esteman - "Hasta Que Tú Me Quieras"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 31

Colombia - March 2020

 34 (NEW) : Apolo - "Otro Nivel"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 34

Spain - June 2020

 35 (+ 6) : Beverly -「尊い」(tōtoi)

LW: 41 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 35

Japan - November 2019 - from the album「INFINITY」

 36 (- 12) : Goldnation feat. Sir Ari Gold - "Soundtrack to Freedom"    

LW: 24 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 24

USA - June 2019 - from the album "Soundtrack to Freedom"    

 37 (- 28) : Mabel Matiz - "Comme un animal"

LW: 09 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 09

Turkey - June 2019 - from the album "Maya"      

The Turkish artist sings the chorus of this song in French, probably to pass the censorship because he's talking about  "f*cking like an animal".

 38 (NEW) : Manila Luzon featuring Latrice Royale - "ROBBED"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 38

USA - June 2020

When you don’t win the crown of RuPaul’s Drag Race, you take your revenge with a music video !

 39 (NEW) : SNG - "Corner Store"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 39

USA - May 2020

 40 (NEW) : Wils - "Open up Babe"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 40

Singapore / USA - April 2019

 41 (- 8) : Elias - "Neon Lights"

LW: 33 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 33

Sweden - October 2019 - from the EP "HIM"

 42 (NEW) : ไบร์ท วชิรวิชญ์ (Bright Wachirawit) - "คั่นกู" ("khạ̀n kū")

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 42

Thailand - March 2020 – from  " เพราะเราคู่กัน 2gether The Series " OST

 43 (NEW) : Netta - "Cuckoo"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 43

Israel - June 2020

 44 (+ 5) : Greyson Chance - "Dancing Next To Me"      

LW: 49 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 44

USA - February 2020

 45 (NEW) : Kim Petras - "Malibu"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 45

Germany - May 2020

 46 (NEW) : Smallpools & morgxn - "Slowdown"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 46

USA - May 2020

 47 (+ 3) : Azis - "Who Cares"

LW: 50 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 47

Bulgaria - February 2020

 48 (- 46) : Nguyễn Trần Trung Quân x Triple D - "Canh Ba" ("Tự Tâm" 2)        

LW: 02 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 02

Vietnam - January 2020

After "Tự Tâm", this is the second part of a probable trilogy, where the king can't forget his dead lover. With this cliffhanger, we can't wait to see the part 3 !

 49 (- 36) : АНГЕЛ (ANGEL) - "Давай замутим" (Davai Zamutim)        

LW: 13 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 13

Russia - May 2019 -  from the album "Твоя любимая тема" ("Tvoya Lubimaya Tema")  

АНГЕЛ (ANGEL) is one of the members of the new queer music scene in Russia.

 50 (NEW) : The Chain Gang of 1974 feat. TWINKIDS - "Bends"

LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 46

USA - March 2020

  ALSO NEW THIS WEEK

 Bad Bunny - "Yo Perreo Sola"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

USA - March 2020 - from the album "YHLQMDLG"

  Danna Paola - "TQ Y YA"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Mexico - June 2020

  Jaime Kohen - "Mar de Sábanas"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Mexico - July 2020

 Vini Uehara - "4NTENA"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Brazil - June 2020

 Blair St. Clair - "9 Lives"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

USA - July 2020

 Adrian Chalifour feat. Jimbo - "Open Heart"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Canada - July 2019

 Yvie Oddly - "Hype" (feat. Vanessa Vanjie)

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

USA - June 2020

 Monique Heart X KOIL - "Hot Sauce & High Heels"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

USA - June 2020

 Guy Sebastian - "Standing With You"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Australia - June 2020

 Tom Goss - "Regretting"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

USA - June 2020 - from the album "Territories"

 Danixt - "LGBT"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

India - June 2020

 Đào Bá Lộc - "Thật Tâm Em Rất Yêu Anh"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Vietnam - July 2020

 Ralph Kaminski - "Autobusy"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Poland - June 2020

 Ricky Merino, Danny Romero - "Bestia"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Spain - June 2020

 Roch - "Siénteme"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

Spain - May 2020

 Téo Lavabo - "Cocarine"

LW: - / WO: - / PEAK: -

France - June 2020

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South Korea - July 2020

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  Doug Locke - "Why?" (Lyric Video)

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USA - July 2020 - from the EP “Why? (Lunar II)”

 Debris - "UNI"

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USA - July 2020

 VINCINT - "Be Me for Queer Eye Season 5"

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USA - June 2020 - from the OST "Eurovision Song Contest : The Story Of Fire Saga"

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All About Me....

Hi Tumblr world! My name is Delaney and this summer I am working at the Chrysler Museum of Art with the Curatorial Department. I made this blog to document my experience, but first I want to tell you all a little about myself. I’ve always thought of myself as a little artsy but at the same time very analytical. Over the course of my college career I found myself taking painting classes as well as Calculus and enjoying them both! When it comes to books and movies I enjoy anything that has to do with art and/or mystery; so naturally the Robert Landgon series by Dan Brown is one of my favorites. If you were to take a peek at my Netflix queue you would see several documentaries all relating to either art, history, or archaeology, Criminal Minds, Sherlock, Bones, as well as the Office and Parks and Rec.

After learning a little about me, can you guess what I studied in college? What better way to combined my love of art, analytics, and uncovering mysteries and the past other than major in Art History and Archaeology. Originally I came to the University of Virginia with the intention to major in Biology and become a doctor (how original…..) but after taking my History of Art 101 I realized that my love for art could become more than just a love but perhaps a career. Of course, my parents were uneasy about my ditching the major and path that would leave to a safe career, but soon they realized that I was finally doing something I loved. But it was not until my third year of college that I discovered my true passion: Archaeology.

My third year I took a class called Classical Archaeology which was taught by Professor Smith. Professor Smith is probably the spunkiest, fun-loving, and knowledgeable professor I have ever had. She is a Greek Vase painting specialist and it is in her class that I was first introduced to Archaeology as a serious field of study and not just Indiana Jones’ summer job. After a semester with Smith I was hooked and declared a second major and by the end of the year I was signed up to write an undergraduate thesis about some archaeological subject. I was not exactly sure what I wanted to write about so I thought back to what I’ve always been interested in: mystery and crime shows. It seemed so obvious, I would write about bones. Sounds about morbid, doesn’t it? But it doesn’t stop there! I wanted to write about the Special Dead of Ancient Greek society, this meant those who had died before their time, children, murders and thieves, and those the living were concerned would rise from the dead (think of the Greek version of the walking dead). Professor Smith liked the idea but thought it should narrow it down, so after a summer spent excavating a 18th century cemetery where I uncovered a skeleton of an 8 to 10-year-old child, I decided I would write my thesis on how the Ancient Greeks buried their children. Creepy, huh? Or as my advisor at the Chrysler says: “You might be the most gothic person I’ve ever met.”

After a year of many late nights in the library, I finally turned in my thesis and celebrated accordingly. I was relieved to be finished, but I was still faced with the dreaded post-grad question: “So what are you doing next year?” And to be honest I do not have an answer. So here is to an exciting summer where I get a behind the scenes look as to how an exhibition is planned and how a museum functions behind the painting covered walls. Maybe by the end of the summer I’ll be able to answer that question.