#Cut You Loose

[rastronomicals]

10:01 PM EDT March 13, 2024:

T-Model Ford - "Cut You Loose" From the album   The Black Keys Present The Hill Country Blues (May 2021)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

Giveaway with the July 2021 issue, the one with Joni Mitchell on the cover, and the Troggs story inside.

#T-Model Ford #The Black Keys Present The Hill Country Blues #Cut You Loose

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker.

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wen ning #wei wuxian #wen qing #jiang cheng #Truly Massive disclaimer here: I am a Jiang Cheng enjoyer. I like his character. I enjoy that he is very flawed and volatile. #This episode of the audio drama has a lot of great breakdown scenes featuring JC - and they all deserve a feature. #But underlying this comic is a small meta comment of 'ah man I have too many comics of JC just wailing sadly' #My goal is to draw 6-8 comics per episode - I sometimes have to truncate and cut good scenes out. #Especially when a large majority is just different flavours of trauma and toxic relationships to your self-worth. #I would also like to make a note here that just because you lose the ability to do something that is very tied to your core identity- #-does not mean your life is over. It will feel like the end of the world. It will send you into a spiral of grief. It will hurt so badly. #Sometimes we do not realize how tied up our identities can be in certain things until we are cut loose. #You don't lose yourself. I promise the pain will fade in time. I promise you will find other things to tether you. I promise you will be ok #Life moves forwards. Time moves forwards. You move forwards. #Ego death just means an opportunity for ego rebirth. You are never committed to being the same person forever. #To wrap this around to JC: Yeah I love the twist with the core transfer but man I would have loved to see JC accept the loss. #Obviously it happens for a reason (story) but I can have my AUs. I can have these 'what-ifs'. #described in alt text #I'm trying it out! *please* give me feedback - I want to eventually Add image ID to all of these comics one day

[estefanyailen]

"Te amaré en tu peor momento, puedes decirme lo que te dolerá escuchar, te amaré en tu peor momento. Nunca te soltaré... nunca te cortaré... Mentiré, viviré y moriré por tu corazón." ~

#Steve Aoki #Matthew Koma #Cut You Loose #Youtube

[teaboot]

when I was 13 I was on fictionpress dot net when I read a story about a pack of werewolves that wore silver ear piercings to show their rank in the pack and the more hoops you had the higher your rank was and if you were demoted they just ripped them out and I thought that was so fuckin metal that I pierced one of my own ears several times on one side using a leather needle and a bunch of dollar store studs and am still lopsided to this day

no real moral to this story but original werewolf romance fiction writer from 2009ish if you're out there I hope you're still making cool shit

#Piercings #Werewolves are cooler than vampires btw that is my stance on the subject forever #If you're gonna be a creature subsisting on violence and terror than you might as well cut loose right #Most unrealistic thing about vampires is that they're always shown dressed all fancy #Not me you'd have to hunt me down to get me in a blouse #Hell you'd be lucky to get me in pants

[junkdyke]

ima be like one of those annoying evangelicals who go around trying to directly convert people but instead it's me going up to masc lesbians with that ugly ass little tight bun and saying "please just cut it, just commit and chop the hair off"

#instant turn off that LITTLE little bun #like you dont even wear your hair loose just get a cool short hair cut #i promise its so much hotter than the poop bun #mine #wlw #lesbian dating #masc lesbian #silly #dykeposting

[wizardlyghost]

thing about deltora quest that only occurred to me in hindsight is not only just how much jasmine carries the entire party on this quest but also how genre-defyingly brutal she is lol. like, this is a kid's series that hinges on riddles and puzzles far more heavily than combat - even when deaths occur, they're often the result of cleverness in some way rather than straight up combat ability. that said, let's look at the villain kill count at the end of book five of eight of the first series:

- lief: 1 - even there it's with a well-thrown bottle of cursed water rather than his sword.

- barda: 0 - i'm not counting that one unnamed sand beast, that's an animal not a villain.

- filli: 0 - he is a squirrel, this is unsurprising.

- kree: 1 - killed an invincible sorceress all by himself, good bird best friend.

- jasmine: 5 - dropped a tree branch on a mf, drowned two cannibals in quicksand, cut a giant snake's throat, shoved a dude down a pipe full of toxic mold (after having to be told not to cut his throat while he slept jfc).

idk it just suddenly struck me as really funny how this one character who isn't the protagonist is almost from a different, far more brutal story, and uses that fact to consistently be the mvp and save everyone else's asses. i need to read this series again it's been too long.

#lief: i am the hero. it's me. also i have never used a sword before like yesterday but i Won't Let That Stop Me! #barda: i am a big strong man. everything we actually fight is bigger than me tho so mostly i contribute worldly wisdom and life experience. #jasmine: I Raised Myself In The Woods Alone I Can Talk To Trees I Will Cut A Bitch Without A Moment's Hesitation I Carry Two Live Animals #Because They're My Friends And Ten Thousand Dollars Because They're Shiny I Met These Two While I Was Rolling Them For Loose Valuables #one of the characters of all time ms rodda i owe you my childhood #deltora quest

[levi-lev]

Spoilers for chapter 314 of TSCTIR

(should i make a cleaner version ?)

#When your bf looses sight for you and still visit you when he hasn't even recovered #when you don't remember him fully but still pull him to you #when you offer your eyes as compensation for his #THEY ARE UNSUFFERABLE #OF COURSE YOOJIN COULDN'T KEEP THE WORD AMAZING OUT OF HIS MOUTH WHILE DESCIBING SUNG HYUNJAE EVEN TO SUNG HYUNJAE HIMSELF #URGH #THAT MUCH SUGAR IS ILLEGAL #JAIL #han yoojin #sung hyunjae #fanart #mine #the s classes that i raised #jinjae #sctir #tsctir #90% of this is canon btw #i just cut bits here and there #the og text is just as gay tho.

[a-s-levynn]

About those new masks..

So i saw this take a few times already and i have some thoughts. Obviously it's paraphrasing but you'll see these a lot similar to this if you scroll in ST spaces since yesterday:

"These new masks have too much personality, they said the people behind the music is uniportant but they now have this new personalized look instead of the uniform sleek minimalist one and it is the direct opposite of what they are saying. These new looks do not fit Sleep Token"

Let me preface this: I'm not going to explore specific reasons why people might hate on the masks because... No i refuse to go there, but i will talk about the issues i have around this a bit.

No.

If you are hating on the new masks so much so as to cry about that "this is not what they supposed to be about" you are missing your own point. You are in fact shooting the opposite direction. You are no longer in it for "just the music" but you are very much caught upon the "everything else beside the music." You got distracted. You putting the blame on them instead on yourself for loosing your own point.

There is no moral highground in this whole ordeal. Please respect yourself enought to try not to look utterly stupid if you frothing about something you visibly misunderstood. Do not hide behind excuses. Do not put this on the artists. Own up to the fact that you simple don't like it.

Admit that it's your opinion purely; because ultimately the artist creating their own art will understand creative choices behind their creations more than you ever will. No matter how far you try to bend backwards.

The masks fit Sleep Token because it is Sleep Token who decided to have them. End of story. You can hate it all you want but it is still part of the shabang now. And don't try to mask your distaste over visuals with shouting about the artist not understanding their own ideology.

If you are so hung up on how they look like, more than what the music still is, than stop and think for a second please.. You have it backwards. If you really truly only care about the music, what it is about, what it gives you, than you are not going to give a shit what they are wearing on stage.

Maybe in a passing few sentences but otherwise you are not going to be worked up about it to the point you sent hatecomments to the artist who made them.. It is shameful.

Besides i hate to break it to people but they already had their personalities with their outfits just not this strongly. III had the random whacky shit. IV had the hint's of this comfy leisurly punk-ish techwear whatever going on besides the fancy stuff the past a months since the summer. II had a slightly sleeker but maybe sort of tech-ish look which is now reflected (in my opinion) much more strongly with this new look (which sorta reminds me of a stylized oni or something tbh and that is extremely in line with their older far-east inspired thematics visually, just saying).

They are not handing you the "we are unimportant" part anymore. They are not spoonfeeding it to you. Not in the way they had before at least. They presume you are mature and smart enough at this point to get it. To get to the conclusion that it is unimportant what they look like. And allow them to still have fun with it.

Or just they are being cheeky and went for something that would shake up the people. I don't know, i don't know them or anyone close to them. I don't have answers. But they are trying something new an it is perfectly fine.

Also which would have come off so much differently if Vessel is 100% btw. Be honest, if they would have been able to perform to their fullest abilities, far less people would be so loud over this.. This was just an unfortunate turn of events and when shit hits the fan it usually never just one dose. And my heart breaks for the boys for all this.

Besides, people were so loud about hating that "they looked the same" and "so hard to distinguish" and "easy to replace because of this" ... now they have personalized masks and looks and the same people cry about the exact opposite they did before..

Also it just occured to me that this is basically the same as the lightshow upgrade. It gives you something to look at at the rituals. The new looks are visually interesting, and with the lighting setup they have now they are gonna look like some seriously fun nightmare creatures btw. I love that already.

So all in all i don't know, i don't really have a point here i guess, but the boys are in such a no win situation right now and i hate the fact that people are shitting on them just because they don't fit their idea of "an anonymous collective" anymore. Which is reddiculous and sad because nothign has changed.

It never was about being a blank page. It was about being human. It flies over so many peoples head but the anonymity part isn't about not being a person under there. It is being about that person not having a name. It doesn't matter if the person has a personality or not. What matter there is that no name.

There is no definitiveness. It gives an open invitation for anyone to step into that person but first you need to recognise that there is a person there. And there is no doing that if there are no traces of personality. Or humanity if you will because personalities makes us humans. Don't make me hold a philosophy lecture here on what it means being human please.

It does not matter who that individual it is by tagging a name on them. But it is extremely important that there is a person there. Otherwise there is no connection point. If there is no person there is nothing to understand. But it does not matter how that person looks like. It does not matter what the person wears. Or what that person is called. What matters is that it is a human being. And as such you can understand it. Our at least you should be able to.

Regardless of the design of a mask.

#there is so much more there i could bring up and talk about but i have stuff to do today so i can't get hung up on it too much #but i hope it comes through what i'm trying to convey here #i'm not trying to hate on people not liking the masks because it is an extremely valid opinion #i hate people trying to mask it as a thing about sleep token loosing sight of their own thing #please do not try to hide behind stupid shit like 'this is not what they talked about' #cut the bullshit #grow up #and own up to the fact that you are visually do not like something #there is no need for a moral high horse in this case #you can dislike something for the aesthetic #but again. please do yourself a favour and try not to look utterly stupid about something you only half understand appearently #i'd say i'm sorry if i offended anyone here but i'm prepared for getting shit over this anyway so no i'm not apologizing #if you feel offended by this maybe this is your reminder that maybe you should think it through why you feel targeted #✌🏻 #sleep token

[visenyaism]

there’s just something about getting lord ulder ravengard and having him thank me the Dark Urge, a bhaalspawn, known serial killer, and former cult leader for their service and then set eyes on wyll a KIND MAN with a GOOD HEART and his literal SON who he is supposed to LOVE and immediately being like my son is a MONSTER. that’s literally theeeeeee blade of frontiers who stands for the people of the sword coast??????

#this is why i told mizora to cut you loose old man!!! #i have issues with the way wylls story is. one of them being that his dad is like. not a good person. and wyll never gets to consider this #bg3 #bg3 spoilers

[jazzzzzzhands]

Oh Color palette challenge, but it's Groovy!!

I had my friends pick out my colors! Except for the ghastly sour Skittles looking one! I picked that as a treat for me!!

#jazzart #wally darling #Groovy #groovy au #welcome home au #color palete challenge #so helloooo i forgot that these are sorta fast for me!! #it makes me feel good because i usually feel very slow!! #5 groovys! #i know there was several i could have kept his hair blue but its the fun of the challenge! #his hair is still very blue! #i feel like you guys get to see a softer side of him!! #he is a dreamy sort of guy... #besides cutting loose on the dance floor he is star gazing too... #i love groovy...

[pallotdip]

and he meant the world (to me).

farewell for now, little blue guy. 🩵💫

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hi y’all!!! this has been a long time coming.

this will be the last new astral (and zexal) art for a long while.

i still love zexal, and i still love astral. they both helped me out of a very, very dark and dire period in my life, and i will forever be grateful.

i think it’s good to move to other things. it doesn’t mean i’m abandoning zexal. i simply really, really, REALLY need a break from it right now.

thank you to all the healing i encountered along the way from this show, and all the amazing people i’ve met. i truly believe i won’t be where i am today without zexal. it’s been a part of me since i was young, after all. and while i love its familiarity, i think it’s okay to say goodbye for now!

thank you astral, and thank you zexal, and thank you to everyone i met because of them! much love!

happy, happy, happy astral day! here’s to the mentor that did it all! 🫶🥰💕💕

#my art #cutting it EXTREMELY close this time. i just finished this #but i have to commit to this time for reasons #regardless. thank you. truly. #also! happy lunar new year! #it’s why i added the dragon in last minute. its head was loosely based off of numeron dragon’s #hehe much love <33

[moeblob]

Windy at my house + power flickering = no comm work = quick laptop doodle

#my characters #i genuinely hoped the wind would die down but like ??? nah? #and the last time we lost power without an actual storm it WAS bc of wind #and so i just get so panicked over please dont fry my tablet with a power surge #if it calms down by tonight i really wanna work on art since i spent almost all day yesterday struggling with a pose and i finally #think i thought of something that could work and then (gestures to the wind) fuck me #also in regards to these two you have seen me drawing deacon a lot recently and i only drew armya once so far #she is a devoted follower to fulj which is really rare since fulj no longer has a large following nor a temple #so when fulj finds her its comforting and reassuring and she adores armya a lot #however the fact that fulj relentlessly teases deacon and calls him names is like..... ok wait would you really be mean to me if it wasnt #for her ? like would you still pick on me? :c and shes like lol yeah dude absolutely #deacon is just constantly dunked on by the lightning group and hes so sad because he wanted to be friends :c #but also the guy wouldnt really recognize the followers if it wasnt for the traces of lady fulj #so if they would wander into the city without having been possessed recently he probably wouldnt even cast a glance their way #nothing personal he just straight up doesnt decipher looks fast at all #he could think they look familiar but then not know why ESPECIALLY if they wear something he's not used to them in #like if armya showed up in something other than her loose white jacket he would not be able to go AH YES ARMYA immediately #he identifies people by hair or clothing details so it kinda messes him up if people remove whatever identifying trait they have #long hair getting a hair cut? suddenly a whole new person #and armya knows this very well since he never looked her way unless fulj was possessing her or trailing her #so she does like to tease him as just. we are both in servitude to a deity and same rank but like. bro youre too easy to mock #(fulj agrees)

[inklver]

ironstrange week day 3 - yellow (@ironstrangehaven)

"yours is the light by which my spirit's born"

#ironstrangeweek2023 #ironstrange #stephen strange #tony stark #mcu #no particular flower this time #but i used yellow primrose as a loose reference so do with that what you will #also yes they're holding hands under the cut i don't make the rules #ink draws

[kowabungadoodles]

drinking and doing ad-hoc repair surgery on a book from 1994, but pretending I'm a grizzled detective removing a bullet

#i had a weird gender day #considering writing a requiem for an old name #or playing a solo rpg where you're a lab assistant in some kind of cthulu lab #Anything to distract me from reading The Sad Gender Book and texting old trans friends demanding answers like some kind of crazy ex #how do you stop the underbands of sports bras from folding into two or rolling up and becoming a cutting line of pain #why does nothing fit even when its supposed to #is David still out there somewhere #on the internet #did he make it without me #it's totally normal to have a boysona who you think of a seperate person right? It's a pity I cut him loose at 16 an he never got to grow u #The tumblr tags system is the last true format for the drunken ramble #I'd say delete this later but we all know i'll forget

[the-archpriest-and-the-outcast]

Until They Are Forgotten

He never quite knows where he will wind up wandering when he casts himself out into the Warp. Instead of merely listening to the melody, he allows himself to become one with it. To feel the thrum beat within the fiber of his being. To hear the choirs of endless voices cry and scream, blending into song.

This time, an odd note of melancholy is what drives him onward and in. Something has been gently needling at his conscious mind, and so he has gone out to investigate what it may be. Such journeys could take minutes, hours, days, years, or longer. He never knows and has not cared.

Following the note, sustained and faint like one held too long upon a violin, he finds himself reaching his destination. Within the realm of thoughts and dreams, he feels dust and ash coating his feet. He tastes the dry, acrid air. Smells the smoke, thick and billowing, filling his chest.

But what he sees is not the desolation he feels. No, he sees thousands of souls, all gathered, weeping, pleading, roaring...

An endless tide of them. As far as he could possibly perceive. Thousands. Millions.

He recognizes them. He knows them. He remembers weeping for them. The pain in his chest that refused to leave him for weeks. The same pain that twisted and coiled and almost turned to indifference. He feels the ash between his fingers. Feels the grip of cloth, the struggles of a feeble man, speaking what he thought to be heresy, and what he now understood as a form of the Truth.

He looks at the sea of souls. He listens. He hears their melodious suffering, how it blends with the background hum of the universe itself. He reaches out to them all with hands made of radiant gold, and feels as they reach back. He feels the small hands of children, grasping at his long fingers; the rough, firm hands of honest workers; the delicate hands of artisans and writers; the grasp of those feeble in body, yet strong in mind and will; how some grip his hand as though desperate for something to cling to, and others as though they are greeting an old friend.

He sees them. Sees their eyes, their minds, their hearts. Sees them as they once were, and now are. Sees the fear. Desperation. Conviction. Anger. Grief. Friends, families, lovers, all still together despite how time-ravaged they all are. Some barely remember what they were. Others remember well.

He listens. Hears the tales parents once told children. The jokes once passed between friends. The arguments once held between lovers. The jabs between rivals and enemies. The mundane hum of existence, maintained in this one space.

This space could be anywhere, he knows. This place could be a chasm, a palace, a city square, a forest, a field. It matters not. All that matters is that all of them are here.

His eyes close. He tightens his grip on their hands. He allows himself to remember the bone-deep ache that pursued him from this moment onward. He allows himself to remember the anger that burned in him so brightly before it smoldered. He allows himself to remember the act that set him down this path. A quiver of the lip. The feeling of dry ash coating and covering beautiful golden skin, revealed by thin tracks that glistened in the low candlelight. Skin that earned him his name.

Aurelian.

He hears it now, being whispered through the gathered souls. He hears all his titles, murmured with reverence or spat with hatred.

He feels their grips all tighten with his own. Something builds within all of them. It is an overwhelming tide of emotion. It is sorrow. It is grief. It is pain. It is fear.

And strangest of all, it is understanding. His time here is impermanent, as is theirs. Soon he will leave, and they will dissipate. They will become one with the endless song, and he will find a note to untangle anew.

Some are scared. Some are too weary to feel fear, and simply wish to move on once more.

His eyes open. The gathering before him flickers between packs of formless and nameless daemons, and the forms of the humans they once embodied. He sees their souls. He sees who they once were. Sees their hunger. Their pain. None see the Neverborn quite as he does. None take the time to have these moments with them, for them to remember who they were, and for them to remind the pilgrim that he, too, was human once.

Slowly, he uncurls his hands from the crowd. The scent of ash, the feeling of smoke, the view of the gathering all begins to fade. Back into the melody they vanish. He remembers the eyes that stare at him mere moments before they are swept along. Remembers the feel of the smaller hands that tried to hold on for just a few moments longer. The whispers and pleas to just remember them.

And, as swiftly as he found this place, he leaves. A single tear trails from him, falling, forming itself into a wisp that fades after a few fickle moments of existence.

He returns to his confines upon a world of madness and horror. Within a chamber, with walls covered in a language never meant to be uttered by physical beings, he sits. He folds his legs. Feels the cloth against his gilded, tattooed skin. Reaches for a stylus and ink with only one pair of hands. And for the briefest of moments, he sees eyes that he had not stared into in millennia reflected back in that dark pool of ink.

With a shuddering breath, he reaches for paper, and begins to write. Allows his emotions, his thoughts, his memories to flow onto the pages. He sits like this for hours. For days. For weeks. He writes names. Writes what he felt. Writes what he saw. He writes and writes and writes.

When his hands finally still, pages fill the room. He feels the tenseness and soreness that should not be there. He feels all the physical limitations he swore he had shed long ago. As he stands, it all falls away. The facade of anything human flees, leaving behind a strange little god-thing. A perfect representation of Chaos Undivided, wrapped in the gold of its most powerful enemy.

But deep within its chest, there is the dullest of aches. A promise. A reminder. Remember why you are here. Why you quest so hard for the Truth. Why you stare into the abyss and have become one with it. Remember the blood, the tears, the suffering that formed each step to this pathway. Remember the sorrow. The stares.

The pages are organized and compiled with naught but an idle thought into loose bound tomes and journals to be studied later. He feels the tug again. There is a note out of alignment, and it demands his attention.

He wonders where the song will take him this time.

#lorgar aurelian #warhammer 40k #word bearers #this is just a drabble thing not an rp thing #so feel free to reblog if you like #i know its cliche to write about lorgar and monarchia #however i had a writing bug and i decided to just see where it led me #sorry if this is kinda hard to follow #this is definitely supposed to come across as barely coherent cause this is kinda how i think his mind is working at this point #my intention was to keep it feeling loose and lucid #i wanted to show what i think this is part of his meditations #its strange and formless and is never quite clear cut on why hes experiencing what he experiences #this was also partially inspired by Auf dem Hügel by Subway to Sally #very much recommend

[leavesdriftinginthewind]

Thinking about the fact that Tyler (presumably) busted out of the police van and will be on the run next season. The boy has no friends, no family besides his dad who’s the literal sheriff. He has NOWHERE to go and NO ONE to turn to that wouldn’t be terrified of him or turn him in immediately, EXCEPT for Wednesday. We are LITERALLY walking into the “what are you doing here?” “I had nowhere else to go” trope. It’s practically a done deal.

#the writers literally set it up like this #bc they’ve stated that Tyler’s loose #so their options are cutting away from Wednesday’s storyline entirely to keep up with Tyler #which I’m 99% sure they won’t do seeing as the show is still called Wednesday lmao #or they’re plopping Tyler right on Wednesday’s doorstep #because they’ve set it up that he’s got nobody else to even ATTEMPT to turn to #and Wednesday is the only person who wouldn’t run away from him screaming #or immediately hop on the phone to call 911 #like the showrunners have basically hand-delivered this trope to us #and I just wanna say THANK YOU #weyler #wyler #tyler x wednesday #wednesday x tyler #tyler galpin #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wednesday s2 #weyler’s gonna take home the gold baby