got tagged by my beloved @sillyfairygarden for the "list 5 songs you have on repeat" ask game :]
Forever by Noah Kahan which has been playing on loop in my brain for the past four days straight while i worked on my latest fic, which pulls some of the lyrics for its title!! Admittedly this song isn't my favorite by him, im more of a Paul Revere girlie, but i utterly adore the chorus and it massages my brain each time i hear it :]
Spectator by Friday Pilots Club which has like. THE dirtiest bass line ive heard in a while and also includes one of my magical earworm chord transitions in the chorus. Like holy shit. My brain is melting in the BEST of ways and ive been looping it whenever i want to feel action-y without actually thinking
On a much lighter musical note ive been listening a lot to Arboretum by Sparkbird since it first came out like two weeks ago, which like, shout out to the anon who introduced me to him im so hooked now. Im utterly obsessed with the different tempos and times meshed together in this song so seamlessly, and the lyrics are like POETRY (this song has also made it to my scarian playlist LOL the lyrics are so top tier for them imo)
. dont look at me but this is my number one song to loop when i need to get shit done and want an insanely catchy tune to do it with anyway go listen to Vending Machine of Love by The Stupendium i promise you it is so so funny and so so worth it (and full of INSANE wordplay too) (also it IS suggestive so keep that in mind if u go to listen)
This list would not be complete by me without a City and Colour song so i offer up The Love Still Held Me Near, which is SO GORGEOUS and constantly makes me think of lighthouses and fog and crashing seas.... this is my go-to loop for his songs rn its so full of life and energy while still feeling melancholy in a gorgeously aching way im OBSESSED OKAY GO LISTEN YOU WANNA LISTEN TO THIS SOOOO BAD GO GO GO ‼️‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥💥💥
Okay i am tagginggggg.... @squish--squash @corvidaearts @cocoabats @emberglowfox @raichett :]
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I haven’t been insane about Vi enough lately so time to pour out some random thoughts. free association thinking time:
been thinking about her “It's my savings. I wanna be rich, okay? So I can travel, eat well, buy cool stuff… So no one can say I can't do something!” And none of the following will really be insightful or revelatory because it’s just what she says here but. yeah! that’s vi! the main reason she’s so big on money is because she has to be to get what she wants out of life! it’s what lets her say no to people telling her what to do, and that’s important to her because she has no choice but to be independent and support herself. because no one else will. No one at the Hive had anything positive or supportive to say about her being an explorer until she went out and did it (to a ridiculously successful degree, too. I have to wonder if/how it might’ve differed if she was on a regular accomplishment level team. not the one leading them all to the mission to the Hive). she never had a choice not to be. I could also see that being a little part of why she starts out not really being a teamwork person. past experiences have taught her she can’t rely on anyone else for support. (does make me wonder about what if she’d met Chubee before leaving the Hive. obviously she still would’ve left, but how might even a bit of support have changed other things?)
I feel like we don’t talk about the fact that The Beemerang Is Also Knives enough
ok so at one point there was this post talking about people with money and how it affects their life like. if you can afford to get a nanny then you can only do the fun parts of childcare and when you stop feeling like taking care of the kid you can just hand them to someone else to take them away. and again likely not especially revelatory but I would guess that’s the kind of way queen bianca handled the bees as her daughters (she does care about them. absolutely. but not in the same hands-on attached way as we usually associate with parents) and thinking about how that kind of treatment would then apply to vi....hm
in universes where discussions of Gender and Pronouns etc happen I think she has moments where she gets frustrated with the everything of Being Referred To and Having Complicated Identity She Hasn’t Quite Figured Yet and is like. gender is cancelled how dare you refer to me. but especially anyone else calls me a girl ever i will be stabbing them
also I think a lot about what circumstances she finds out about gayness/Gender being things. and whether she’s thought about it in herself before and whether she’d been dismissed on it/told it wasn’t a thing etc. most circumstances she ends up angry about the finding out times because of (un)consicious internal conflict stuff
underground tavern stuff implies she was definitely doing quests and stuff for money with them precanon. would kill to know what specifically it was. but also the first talk with utter implies that she was doing stuff off that questboard as well which is even more intriguing. utter’s spy also implies you don’t have to be an explorer to do them but otherwise you would think you did I feel. so again very curious what was up there
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(fic idea, angst, hurt/no comfort, major character death) When Dream gets imprisoned, when Hob gets stood up, when the White Horse gets torn down, something breaks in Hob, something empty and cold, something like a black void, something like his heart. Life is hard for immortals; he has to move, had to change his name, has to reinvent himself every other decade or so. Technology makes staying under the radar just that much harder; moving his money around has gotten almost impossible; finding a legitimate job is out of the question (he was born before National Insurance Numbers, he’s had to lie about his entire existence to even get housing, much less a way to pay for said housing). It’s exhausting and the prospect of every new move is daunting. It overpowers any joy that life still has for him. So he lets the White Horse get torn down and he doesn’t build a replacement. He holes himself up in his flat for too long, drinks too much, and when his mind gets too loud, when he slowly comes to the realization that there is nothing left for him, not without significant danger to himself, he bites the bullet and calls for Death. And Death, an Endless, bound to her duty, offers her hand and a gentle smile and takes his soul, a soul that is long overdue for her comfort
When Dream escapes, his focus is on his tools, on the retrieval of his power and his wayward creations, on restoring his realm. Only once that is complete does his sister seek him out, to break his moody reverie. Their conversation follows much the same lines, except instead of mentioning how much Dream’s pet project would love to see him, she grows uncharacteristically somber at the mere mention of immortals. She seems to be mourning someone, though Dream can’t guess who. Surely, Mad Hettie hasn’t finally succumbed to his sister’s sweet embrace? When pressed, Death seems shocked that he doesn’t know; she slowly and softly tells him that Hob had asked for her gift.
The world grinds to a halt.
Dream can’t believe it. He refuses to. Hob, his ever-faithful, ever-hopeful, ever-joyful Hob? Asking for Death’s gift? It seems impossible. Yet Death is not one for cruel jokes, and she is deathly serious. There is a grief in her eyes that assures him of the truth; Hob is gone from the mortal realm.
At first, he is angry. How could she grant him that which she had withheld for so long? How could she rob the world of his soul? How could she? How could she? How could she? He collapses with it, right there on the sidewalk, tears made of stars and space dust welling in his eyes and she holds him, holds him together as he falls apart. She tells him that she had no choice; she is bound to her function, just as all of the Endless are. Hob had asked, she had to give.
Then, he is desperate. His Ravens, they had been mortals once, too. Surely, Hob had chosen to stay in the Dreaming. Surely, Hob had not abandoned this universe forever to face the unknown beyond. Surely, Hob would choose to stay, as he had chosen to stay so many times over during the course of his long life. But even as he looks into his sister’s eyes, hopeful beyond hope, pleading for reassurance, he knows it is not true. He is the Dreaming and the Dreaming is him. With Dream gone, there had been no Dreaming for Hob to stay in. He had had no choice; his soul passed on. He was gone, well and truly gone. Hob Gadling had breathed his last.
When it came time for Dream to destroy the vortex, even after discovering his familial connection, even after discovering the ruination that would result from her death, he did not hesitate. The spilling of family blood would be the end of his physical body, but his spirit had died with Hob. There was a numbness in the empty cavity where his heart would be if her were mortal; the Dreaming grew dull and grey; a fog hung low over the landscape, broken only by intense storms that flooded the entire realm for months at a time. And when the Kindly Ones came to claim their revenge for the blood on his hands, he surrendered willingly. This universe held nothing for him anymore. And when he gazed into his sister’s understanding eyes, at the end of it all, he hoped with a hope beyond belief, that Hob Gadling would be waiting for him on the other side
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