#Star Spangled Rhythm
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Vera Zorina in Star Spangled Rhythm (1942)
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Title: 月平線～Lunar Horizon
Arrangement: 伊吹三枚
Vocals: 缨缨Ei & 琉芸Miruku
Album: 月平線～Lunar Horizon
Circle: bunny rhyTHm
Original: Pierrot of the Star-Spangled Banner
#touhou#touhou project#touhou music#Pierrot of the Star Spangled Banner#clownpiece#legacy of lunatic kingdom#bunny rhyTHm#月平線～Lunar Horizon#缨缨Ei#琉芸Miruku#伊吹三枚
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bruh my fingers are so raw from having to learn 5 songs in like 4 days... ON BOTH GUITAR AND PIANO HELPPPPP
#i have up like 10 minutes ago#my fingers can't do this anymore#i tried..... i tried#if im asked to play Star Spangled Banner on piano i will simply fail#the other music i can get away with... sorta#except i butcher Butter's lyrics on piano because I'm thinking too hard#it's easier on guitar bc i can slap the strings for rhythm hhsgahsgag#and no chords or lyrics are allowed :')#so what i remember is what i remember
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A scenario prompt: waking up in a warm embrace, soft lips pressing along your bare shoulder and throat…
But make it soft!dark 😈
Idk why…but lately every time I see soft!dark I see…
Your drawn from your sleep by the feel of fingers trailing along your calf, lips follow the movement. It all feels so nice, so warm. You hum your encouragement, as you lounge for a few more minutes between awake and asleep. The touch drifts higher until finally kissing along your bare shoulder, while a hand wraps around your throat from behind.
It’s then that you stiffen with the dawning horror of what is happening. There is a man in your bed, that you have no memory of bringing there.
His grip on your throat tightens enough to stop your voice as you open your mouth to scream. Your hands scramble to scratch at his hand, but you may as well be encouraging him, for all it does.
“Shhhh doll, no need for that.” You whimper as you recognize the voice. Captain America. The star-spangled-man-with-a-plan. What could he possibly want with you?
You squeaked as you tried to form words, and he loosened his grip slightly to allow them to pass your lips. “I don’t understand…what’s going on?” You tried to turn your face to look at him but the hand on your throat tightened again in warning.
“Honey, I’ve been keeping an eye on you. And you really haven’t been taking care of yourself.” He tsked at you like you were a small child. “I’m here to make your life easier, our life easier.”
He stated it as if you were together. You’d think you’d remember if you were dating Steve Rogers. You’d only met the man once, when he had gone to the charity gala your work was hosting. As an employee you had made sure to greet all of the VIP guests, including Steve, but clearly he’d made more of the brief exchange than you did.
You tried again to turn to face him, this time he didn’t resist your movements, less fearful of you running. It was only as you turned over that you realized you were naked, and so was he. You shook off the fear, and made yourself look him in the eye as you responded, “Why are you in my bed naked?” It came out harsher than you intended. You wanted answers but looking at the man before you, you realized that he was not everything the media portrayed. There was an icy glint in his eye you had never seen before in the press conferences, or the chance encounter at the gala.
He sighed and lovingly stroked your face. In any other circumstance this would have been a moment you had dreamed of. Now all you could hear ringing in your head was “be careful what you wish for.” Steve stroked your cheek one more time before gathering you into his arms, and pulling you close. You could feel his hard length pressing against your thigh. “I told you honey,” he said sweetly, “I’m gonna take care of you. Take all your worries away. Now be good, and let me take care of you.” There was a warning in his tone, that had you stuck.
You always thought, if it came down to it, fight would be your go-to response. But looking at the super soldier staring at you lovingly, you knew now that you could never out fight, or out run this man.
Like someone else was in control of your body, you slowly nodded. There was one thing you couldn’t stop yourself from asking. “Why me?”
He chuckled at that, and brought one of his legs up between your own. You felt your body betray you as the wetness formed between your thighs. “You really want to know?” You nodded eager for his reply, as your hips rocked against his thigh without your permission. “Well, when I saw you at the Gala, the way you treated all the guests. I was in awe. You were beautiful, charismatic, and a wonderful host. I couldn’t get you out of my head. I knew you were perfect for me, and the more I watched you, I knew I was perfect for you.”
His hands dropped to your hips and he rolled until he was on his back and you were straddling him. You continued to rock against his thigh, with him now controlling your rhythm.
“So doll, you gonna let me take care of you?” His eyebrow twitched up in question, as a smirk grazed his lips.
You moaned above him, not wholly in control of yourself anymore, having given into the pleasure. “I, I don’t know you.” He laughed at your comment.
“Of course you do, doll. And what you don’t, I’ll show you.” With that he groaned and rolled you both again until you were on your back. He wedged himself between your thighs and kissed his way down your body until he reached your mound. Inhaling deeply, before diving in like a man starved.
You were already so close from riding his thigh that all it took was a few suckles on your clit and a single finger prodding at your pussy before you were moaning out your orgasm.
“There you go don’t you feel better?” He smirked as he gripped his cock and gave a few strokes before crawling back up your body to line himself up. You were so out of it, you didn’t even realize what he was doing, until he was halfway in. He groaned loudly as your walls spasmed around him. You tried to look up at his face, but your vision was swimming, only then did you realize you were crying. “Shh, don’t cry doll, you’re doing so good for me.” He murmured as he bucked his hips sheathing himself in your wet warmth fully.
He wiped the tears from your eyes, and brought his forehead to yours. With anyone else, at any other time you would call this making love. But here, with Steve slowly undulating his hips into yours, the look in his eyes feral, you could only call this possession. You moaned at the thought. Bringing your hips up to meet his thrusts.
At your participation, Steve’s lip twitched and he picked up his pace. His hand dropping to find your clit. The other bracing him over you. You began to thrash as your orgasm approached, fingers biting into his skin. “That’s it doll. I know you’re close. Let go, I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
At Steve’s words electricity shot through your veins and you came with a scream. You clenched around him so hard he rocked into a couple more times before spilling himself in you.
The two of you laid in the afterglow. You cuddled up under his chin and halfway across his chest. He stroked up and down your arm as he held you tightly. In the moments before you fell asleep you thought, it wouldn’t be so bad to let Steve take care of everything.
******
This became a whole thing. And…I love it so much! I hope it’s everything you dreamed of Siri 😏
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On This Day The 10th Of November In 1971 Elvis Played A Concert Show Performance To A Packed Audience At Boston Gardens In MA. At Is 8.30pm. Rare B/W Candid Photos Of Elvis Presley At This Show Taken By Fans Audience Members Who Attended This Show And A Fans Ticket Stub As Well At This Show Performance Concert.
Rolling Stone : In Praise of Elvis Presley By Jon Landau 1971 Brief Concert Review Of This Show Performance Concert By Him.
Concert Date: Elvis Presley November 10, 1971 (8.30 pm). Boston, MA. Boston Garden.
He stands there in a black jump suit with gold spangles and an orange cape. When he stretches out his hands the cape forms a half sun under his outstretched arms and he looks like the true Showman that Is He parades in front of 15,000 people and waits for the applause to wash over him and it comes as it always does and as he knows it will. After strutting from one end of the stage to the other after waiting until he feels just right, and until the audience can't wait another second, he turns to a back-up musican who hands him his acoustic guitar. With the rhythm section churning, he stands in front of the mike, holds but does not play the guitar and sings, 'That's alright mama, that's alright for you, just any way you do'. It was his very first record and it doesn't sound quite the same as when he did it 17 years ago at the Sun studios in Memphis. But I am moved by the fact that he is doing it at all. Following a first half consisting of a wonderful performance by the Sweet Inspirations, a typically tasteless (but well received) attempt at humor on the part of a Las Vegas comedian, and an intermission, the offical Elvis Presley Tour MC called people back to their seats. He is the one and only performer who can simply revel in it and us with him. On the stage itself, Elvis Presley surrounds himself with the best that money can buy. Ronnie Tutt is the only true big-band rock drummer I have ever seen in action (one day Hal Blaine will go out on the road) and he is magnificent. But then too, it isn't every one who has James Burton himself for a lead guitarist and the Sweet Inspirations for a third of the background voices. Not everyone has a personal road manager alternating between playing acoustic guitar and singing backup parts, and handing the star his guitar, clothes, glasses of water, towels, or holding the microphone chord when he starts to move with it. Poor Charlie Hodge even gets introduced as '...the man who hands me my water and my scarves' (which latter Elvis Presley periodically throws into the audience).
All of it is for the greater glory of Elvis Presley himself. Every person on the stage, every article of clothing, every instrument, light, microphone, is a prop. When men solo it isn't for music but effect. The accumulation of effect is the core of Elvis Presley's art. His success at it makes him one of the few touring practitioners of the art of the American musical comedy. His 31 movies have given him enough training so that when we see him today we are watching a musical comedy actor first and a pure musician later. When he combines that talent with his projection of a very personal sort of regality, the result is a beautifully wrought modern-day pageant. He Is Elvis Presley in a class of is own.
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The Incident of 1998, M
Here, I threw this together on a whim and two shots of vodka. It takes place in mine and @horse-in-a-star-spangled-rodeo‘s Immortal Roommates AU, where Lilith is a vampire, Ava is an immortal, and they live together. Enjoy <3
"Ava, think very carefully before you do whatever it is you're about to."
Lilith has never been more serious in her existence, but Ava just looks down at her cards and bites her lip in that particular way that makes Lilith’s hands twitch. “Ava, I will throw this table clean across the room, I mean it.”
The tension in the cramped game room is palpable, even to the people baked out of their minds on pot, which is most of them. There are already three extremely nervous stoners at the table with them, their red eyes searching for the nearest avenue of escape as they fiddle with their own cards. Lilith’s eyes, conversely, are dark and sharply focused, fixated on the woman sitting across from her.
She knows this can end in only one of two ways. Both of them are down to two cards, but only one person can win. And they can either end this game like civilized people, or Lilith tears this shitty fucking house to the ground.
For a moment, she thinks her warning actually works, but then Ava gets that look in her eyes, the look that once got them exiled from Londinium for two score winters, and Lilith knows it’s over before it even starts.
Ava places a Draw 4 card on top of Lilith’s blue 8 and whispers, “Uno”, while staring at Lilith like she’s naked.
The table goes first, flying neatly over the heads of the other three players and hitting the television with a thunderous crash, disrupting a passionately emotional session of Banjo Kazooie. Ava goes next, when Lilith picks her up by the front of her slutty little half-shirt that she knew would drive the vampire insane and tosses her through the wall leading into the kitchen.
Screams and curses erupt around them. The inebriated humans start to flee, but Lilith simply pushes past them on the way to her goal. Ava is picking herself up from a pile of broken wood and drywall, and she still manages to goad Lilith with a smirk as she watches her advance. She even opens her mouth to say something, doubtless a completely unnecessary and stupid joke, but Lilith can’t have that, so she drags Ava forward by her shirt again and crashes their lips together.
What happens from there is really just nature taking its course. Lilith tosses Ava around, wrecking the furniture and tearing through the load-bearing walls as she does, and fucks her hard on a far-flung couch cushion while the roof crashes down around them.
“You broke the rule,” Ava pants as Lilith ruts away inside her, making her bite-covered tits bounce inside the tatters of her bra. “Winner gets to top, remember?”
Lilith scoffs, but it comes out like a snarl. “Like you didn’t plan for exactly this to happen,” she accuses. “Dressing like that, making me come here strapped. You knew exactly what you were doing.” She wraps a hand tight around Ava’s throat and shifts her hips forward, pounding her cock deeper into Ava’s soaked cunt.
“You could’ve said no,” Ava points out, grinning up at her even as Lilith’s fingers cut off her air supply.
“You knew I wouldn’t,” Lilith counters, leaning down and kissing her as more bits of the roof fall on them from above. She shields Ava beneath her body without once losing the rhythm of her thrusts. Because she’s gentlemanly like that.
The kiss breaks when she hears sirens in the far-off distance. “Pigs are coming,” she tells Ava solemnly, who responds only by rolling her hips hard on Lilith’s dick.
“Think you can get off before they get here?”
Lilith scoffs at the challenge. She shakes off the bits of plaster and broken shingles before retreating just long enough to flip Ava onto her stomach and pull her up by the ass. A single thrust is all it takes for her to bottom out again, as she buries a hand in Ava’s hair and pushes her face into the cushion.
“Why let me win something so easily after tormenting me all night?”
Ava just laughs, the sound only slightly muffled by polyester fabric. “Call it a consolation prize. You’re an awfully sore loser, εραστής.”
Lilith growls. “I’ll show you sore.”
It goes without saying that Uno is summarily banned from all future game nights, joining a growing list of games too destructive to be played in group settings, along with checkers, pinochle, and pachisi.
#warrior nun#ava silva#sister lilith#my writing#immortal roommates au#in which i do not care if i'm breaking the rules of uno#also#2 out of 3 weed smoking girlfriends acquired#but with your help we can definitely find the third
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Finally saw the Gen V cameo. Gotta say it didn't feel like Soldier Boy to me at all. Like there was a huge disconnect that they tried to fill up with the most vulgar things they could have him say. His whole rhythm, tone, and movements all felt extremely off from his portrayal in The Boys. Even the "I fart the Star-Spangled-Banner" and "It was pretty romantic" lines felt off. Like they felt more like Jensen with a tint of Dean ("I'm red-blooded. But not Commie red. Red, white, and blue red") than they did Soldier Boy. (his tone even sounded like a mix of Dean and Beau most of the time suffering from a cold; and would Soldier Boy really know what a "fuckboi" is or who the Jonas Brothers are? He didn't even know "internet" or "GPS") It was like they were trying to shove something into a box where it didn't belong, if that makes sense.
But saying all of that, I wonder if it felt this way because it was supposed to, since we were technically in Cate's mind and this was her "imaginary friend". So maybe it was supposed to feel off? And that's why we get the messed-with Captain America theme that we do when he arrives? 🤔
#before anyone says anything#this is not jensen critical#it's gen v critical#and it's not even really critical#it's possible the show did this on purpose#i don't think we'll get this version in the boys if soldier boy goes back to the boys is what i'm saying#soldier boy#the boys#theboysposts#gen v#aa's dni
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Hi! I’m just a little Panic! fan who’s listening to the new album and wants to share my little opinions even though no one cares 🥰 Let’s go!
Viva Las Vengeance
Okay this was the first song released and I played it about 30 times in the first 24 hours. I unironically fell in love with it- I loved the beat, the instrumentals, and though the lyrics were nonsense (like all others) I could understand them and enjoyed singing them.
Middle Of A Breakup
This song was… kinda bad ngl. I really wanted to like it but the lyrics were kinda trash (except for a few lines). The “oh shit you’re kissing my neck” part makes me physically cringe EVERY time because what even is this??? Needed a filler real bad 💀 It’s still a bop but I’m probs gonna say that about most of this album because I’m a sucker and don’t like disliking stuff. Doesn’t stop it from getting stuck in my head though-
Don’t Let The Light Go Out
I definitely liked this more than MOAB and Local God, though the verses felt a little rushed and still too high pitched, compared to the vibe the song was going after. And the way the chorus went all quiet and musicless and slow-paced threw me off a bit but oh well. I’d listen to it while driving in the rain.
Local God
It’s an okay song, but it lowkey annoys me LMAO. Maybe it’s just the way he says “local god” but I wanted to punch him in the face fr. I didn’t catch most of the lyrics but I think I just wasn’t paying attention- but I got the general vibe and it’s not awful.
Star Spangled Banger
BRENDON BESTIE WHAT IS THIS. THE CHORUS IS SO RANDOM AND UNINTELLIGIBLE AND WE CAN BARELY HEAR YOU. AND WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO RAP THE VERSES LMAOOO. AND THE SLOW “HOME OF THE FREAKS” AT THE END OF EACH VERSE IS NOT IT.
God Killed Rock and Roll
Okay I can see why people are saying it’s a Bohemian Rhapsody rip-off- he didn’t even try to hide it 💀 Even this “slow-ish” song feels rushed and- wait why is it making clicky sounds- WHAT IS THIS SOUND LOL. If this man sings another high-note I swear- You’re tryna do that gritty thing but it’s not working 💀 Want a throat lozenge?
Say It Louder
First two lines really calling yourself out huh- THE SELF-MADE ECHO MADE ME CRY LMAO. Brendon the music covers up ur voice so much what are you even saying SAY IT LOUDER. This is such a mess I’m shaking and crying rn. The chorus has an good beat (rhythm? Idk I like how it sounds) but the lyrics- hm. This slow part does not go at ALL what was he trying to to LMAO. I like the little piano (I think) in the background tho that’s cool.
Sugar Soaker
Okay I like this more than the others so far, I like the soft thing he’s doing with his voice. Ah okay glad to hear the chorus sounds entirely unique and original 😃 Idk what decade this is reminding me of but it’s something old methinks. 60’s/70’s? Bro I don’t know but it’s got a vibe- not the chorus though the chorus sucks. WTF IS THE INTERLUDE LMFAO SOUNDS LIKE A DUMPSTER FIRE. “HA HA HA HA 🥵” STFU LOL. Okay I can handle a few “come on”s but dude 💀
Something About Maggie
Let him GOOOO- shh. WOAH straight into it with “makes me want to slit my wrists 🤪” bro read the room 💀 “People say people say run awayyyy” the level of cringe is unreal- THE HIGH NOTES ARE SO RANDOM AND UNCOMFORTABLE LMFAO. My dude you have a wife leave Maggie alone-
Sad Clown
Okay I heard 10 seconds of this yesterday and I think I’m going to like it so let’s see🤞🏻 “LEAVE ME ALOOOONE” BROSKI SOUNDS LIKE UR SINGING “INTO THE UNKNOWN” AGAIN LMAOOO. Okay nvm literally the only line I like is “your majesty’s magnificent, my tragedy is imminent” it’s literally the only good-sounding line WHY WASN’T MORE OF IT LIKE THIS HUH :( Every time he screams “I’m crying” I expect him to break out Local God again LMAO. “Is this all there is?!” made me wanna neck ngl I cringed 💀 Again, this slow part is NOT IT.
All by Yourself
“You sweet little kitten” STOPSTOPSOTPSOTP- Again, too many words in verses, or trying to sing too fast. Take a breather my dude. And the chorus- it’s a clear rip-off of the original but it doesn’t fit with the song at ALL. I like what he’s trying to do with his voice but he’s failing lol. I want more soft/slow lyrics/songs :( “It’s you and me~” alright Kate Bush 💀 And AGAIN he’s trying to do the gritty thing but FAILING.
Do It To Death
I like the music at the beginning. Why do “give it a try” and “before we die” sound like they’re from Grease LMFAO. Okay this isn’t as bad as the others so far I’ll give it that- nvm where did the music go 💀 Bestie you’re AT the limit and had surpassed your stay- Nvm this just sounds like such a try hard song lmao I’m not a fan. Now it’s slow and dramatic and for WHAT. OMG NO HE DID NOT. NO YOU SHUT UP. I SEE WHAT YOU WERE TRYNA DO BUT IT JUST SOUNDED LIKE THE SONG CUT OUT AND ACCIDENTALLY STARTED PLAYING VIVA LAS VENGEANCE 💀
Overall:
Look, I went into this as a hardcore Panic! fan prepared to force myself to like these and defend them and bop along to them- but this was actual dogshit. As previously stated there were a few songs that I genuinely enjoyed and would listen to again but most of these were straight up PAINFUL. And they don’t sound like Panic! at ALL. And I know not every album has to/will sound the same and I don’t expect them to, but they all had a vibe, y’know? A Panic! vibe. Just enough uniqueness and boppiness and drama and angst for it to WORK. Pretty. Odd. and Too Weird to Live, Too Rare to Die both sound COMPLETELY different but they both sound distinctly like Panic! in ways I’m not smart enough to explain. This did not.
I’m a full on proper Panic! fan and this album was incredibly disappointing to me. I know I’m sounding really mean and negative here but I promise it’s just for the funny 😭 I don’t hate Brendon or anything. And if you enjoy the album then I support you 100%! It’s just not my cup of tea :) But I’m not giving up hope!
#panic! at the disco#p!atd#brendon urie#viva las vengeance#middle of a breakup#don’t let the light go out#local god#star spangled banger#god killed rock and roll#say it louder#sugar soaker#something about maggie#sad clown#all by yourself#do it to death
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Dona Drake "Star Spangled Rhythm", 1942 😍😍😍😍
#dona drake#actress#black actresses#1940s style#1940s fashion#1940s women#1940s vintage#1940s#40s style#40s fashion#40s pinup#40s#decade: 1940s#vintage style#vintage fashion#vintage women#vintage beauty#vintage black women#black woman#black beauty#black woman beauty#black girl beauty#black woman magic#black girl magic#black lady#black and beautiful#mixed beauty#mixed girls#mixed women#black pin up
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For the full On the Sea of Crises OST for @birdblacksocialclub I genuinely tried to nail the medieval vibe, mostly tavern rather than epic music because as you can see in the fic here, being stuck in jail fits more of the tavern vibe than the grand scale of epic battlefields and such.
This is the break down of my fan made piece for OTSOC.
Going into this I knew two (2) things about pirate music:
Everything is in the key of D minor. Why? I have no idea. Even The Pirates of the Caribbean's main theme follows this sacred law.
6/8 time is your best friend for pirates. This gives more of the rocky boat feel (but again, I do not know the history behind it). Technically drinking music follows this too! Only with 3/4 time. Fun Fact: The Star Spangled Banner is actually one note off from a British drinking song.
Okay back on topic.
I used those two laws for both piano pieces I made for the OTSOC a while ago. Messing with time and key signatures is fun! It changes the entire mood of Crisis Core's main theme and even Those Chosen by the Planet. So, after researching how to make medieval music through a couple of youtube videos and too much googling for appropriate instruments, I went off.
0:00 - I started with just a drum, tambourine, and a couple of strings playing a basic rhythm to build up. In OTSOC, the first thing you see is Tifa yelling at a guard. I couldn't go straight into Crisis Core's main theme without the man of the hour, Genesis Rhapsodos, appearing in frame. (or the frame equivalent of a comic... a panel?)
0:18 - The melody of Crisis Core's main theme/The SOLDIER Way finally kicks in on violin! But ALSO (what I learned from my many youtube videos), medieval music likes to have counter melodies/harmonies. So though the violin takes the reigns, the flute is playing Roaming in the Afternoon Sun, a song most CC players will recognize from the 3,000 side missions in this game.
0:53 - I give into antient peer pressure with a motif from the final boss theme by giving it to the LUTE. The almighty medieval instrument many know due to its popularity in fantasy settings as well! Taverns always love a good lute! (And so do prisons I guess) The moving baseline on the harp and cello was just for fun. This quiet drop and BEING the final boss theme is (supposed to) line up with Genesis's introduction! He likes his drama and DRAMA means Dynamics must Change!
1:25 - The flashback to Shinra Tower in flames. A bad memory for most, a big moment for our crimson boy. Many walked away injured, but despite the chaos and victory, Sephiroth disappeared some unexplained time after. I can't imagine the news painting that in a good light, and Tifa received this information second hand.
1:36 - A combination of CC's main theme on the flute and Roaming in the Afternoon Sun on the violin, before changing the violin to The Price of Freedom. Obviously Genesis is in Jail now, but he looks like he's having a fun time flirting with the girl he is now stuck with. This continues throughout their flirting.
2:21 - Uh oh. He is coming.
2:27 - The opening of One Winged Angel. Except with the instruments I chose, it sounds more like the rail road crossing alarm when a train goes by (note: this comment has nothing to do with the fic). This is where Genesis (or really his mind) is sucked into the 'Other' World.
2:33 - Obviously this Other World should feel, well, OTHER. So I hope you enjoyed your time with real/pirate instruments, we are now in synthesizer and piano territory, with a couple of other instruments for that tasty flavor. Genesis is in another world. He has absolutely no control. He clearly hates this Other!Sephiroth but can't prevent the Cecaelia from slithering his many tentacles around him as restraints. Other!Sephiroth is toying with Genesis, but it's always smooth, never harsh, always alluring and dragging you (yes you the reader) in. Lastly there is a motif of J-E-N-O-V-A underlying just enough to remind you/Genesis that she's watching. And if I may assume, always watching in this world.
(side comment: 2:33 the One Winged Angel section gives me vibes of FFXV's dungeon theme Unsettling Aura but that's only because of the constant piano driving throughout the rest of the piece)
2:55 - Other!Sephiroth is clearly speaking to something else as well as to Genesis and that should set off some RED FLAGS (or more rail road warnings). This is to make you concerned and feel the OWA again. Interruptions are so distracting, aren't they?
3:00 - J-E-N-O-V-A takes over and you hear it through the end. Everything is uncomfortable and dissonant and wrong and perfect. The last note doesn't resolve because this quest is far from over. The threat is far from over.
"...For you are beloved by the Goddess. And it is almost time to come home to her, Genesis." - Other!Sephiroth
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...Bottom line, I had a lot of fun making this! This was just a fun little project for one of my favorite fics and writers. It gave me a chance to expand my horizons and hopefully put a smile on said writer's face.
Please check out basically any work by @birdblacksocialclub because she is fantastic!
#ffvii#final fantasy vii#ff7#final fantasy 7#sephiroth#jenova#ff7 genesis#genesis rhapsodos#OTSOC#otsoc#On the Sea of Crises#on the sea of crises#late night post because Why Not?
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Gil Lamb-Betty Hutton-Victor Moore-Eddie Bracken "Fantasía de estrellas" (Star spangled rhythm) 1942, de George Marshall, A. Edward Sutherland.
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Prince for Hire Deleted Scenes, Part Ten
Amount Deleted: 2804
Reason for Deleting: This section, unfortunately, no longer fit.
Way to fix it?: remove :(
Excerpt Length: 1038
Context: It's towards the end of Competition, Iiriok and Kiris are soon going to present their findings on the supposed imposter to 'L Tuola, and this is the calm before the storm, so to speak.
Taglist (if you'd like to be added or removed, let me know!): @whimsyqueen, @cactusmotif, @on-noon, @houndsofcorduff, @shrunkupthejams.
Old wip intro here, for anyone who's curious. In short: a prophetic conman is tricked into a competition to rule the region.
The covered path gave way to sunshine for the length of a garden, then became shaded once more. He followed the stones and arches as they took him around one of the corners within the fortress and into yet another courtyard. Here, however, Kiris paused.
It was generous of him to call this a courtyard in face of the size of all the others. Realistically, it was more of a grassy patio which happened to be surrounded by building. The sun did not reach here through the fortress, and the air felt heavy and crisp for it despite the overall warmth. This pleasantness of it was not what stopped him, however.
There, in the shadows at the center of the courtyard, danced Batar and Iirok. Their swords sang with every strike. It was give and take, a placid rhythm of finesse. Neither was trying to gain the advantage. Neither fought as though their lives depended on it. Neither fought.
If princes of the Plateau could be playful, this would be that.
Unlike the main courtyard, the clashes were not harsh. The movements were fluid and their results didn’t stab into his ears, and although neither was more solid than anything else right now, their ebb and flow, moss green to silken yellow, gave him something to focus on. It was as if he had shut his eyes for the first time in a week.
Kiris leant against one of the pillars supporting the arches and crossed his arms over his chest, inadvertently hugging his staff. Cool stone slowly sept through his tunics and into his spine. Either in this realm or the Other, birds sang of spring, and it smelled of grass and faintly of the river running through Tesendi’s center. Vaguely, he hoped he wasn’t intruding on some private moment between the two. He wasn’t going to leave either way.
A light breeze ruffled his hair and the Currents laughed. They remained distant, and Kiris smiled, eyes falling half-shut. Batar and Iiriok changed the meter of their swordplay. The sun crept closer to topping Tesendi.
“Na Suem.”
He tilted his head back to try and bring Batar into better focus without bothering to open his eyes further.
She nodded towards Iiriok and twirled away from a slow strike. “Join us.”
Unthinking, Kiris pushed off the wall and did as bid. This close, they were much clearer, much more human, and even as naked blades whirled not feet from him, it remained soothing. It was a stately pace, and when both swords came lazily towards him, Kiris twisted through and raised his staff to block the follow-on. Both thudded against the staff, each hitting with the flat rather than the edge. The princes’ tunics whirled around them, brilliant blossoms of green and blue. Kiris’ own were that mustard yellow and spangled in stars of gold. What a show they made.
“You seem to be doing better,” Iiriok said, swatting away a stab at his chest and slashing towards Kiris in return.
Kiris stepped aside and guided the sword with the butt of his staff, and Batar ducked under both. “It could have been much worse.”
“And now?” Batar asked, striking upwards. Their dance continued.
“Loud,” Kiris said, “but manageable. This is soothing.”
“I believe I speak for both Batar and I when I say that we find it likewise.” He hopped over Kiris’ low-sweep. “Few are the princes I trust to not take advantage of this situation.”
“Even if I could trust them long enough to not come for my head,” Batar said, “there’s almost no one here with talent enough to be interesting.”
Iiriok smiled. “Thank you.”
She rolled her eyes and gently swung for his. He blocked it and Kiris stepped out of the way, sweeping high. Both princes ducked.
“What am I doing here, then?” Kiris asked. “I’m not any good at this sort of thing.”
“You are not horrible,” Iiriok said, at the same time Batar said, “Variety.” They locked blades and Iiriok gently pushed her back. He continued, “There is reason Aris has permitted you a weapon. If he believed you a danger to yourself—with it, not generally—he would not have had one made for you. Where did you learn?”
The wood was smooth, warming in his hands. It was of good heft and firm material, dense enough that although Iiriok’s blade had left a nick in the dining hall, the weapon itself had bounced off. And now, Kaar’s proofs glowed.
“Toor,” Kiris said.
Batar danced out of Iiriok’s reach and carefully came for Kiris’ head. “They kept you busy.”
“Not busy, so much,” Kiris corrected, coming overhead and tapping her sword to the ground. “They just needed to make me do something so I wouldn’t become immobile. Quarterstaff once a week was their solution.”
“It is easy to forget, Yphant,” Iirok said, twirling around Batar, “that you are a scholar.”
“I’m not a scholar.” Kiris met him on the other side, and Batar offered a threat to distract them both. “If you have any questions on philosophy or theory or what-have-you, you’d be much better off asking Kaar.”
“Perhaps,” he said, that little smile still on his lips. “But I find it difficult to believe that someone Temple-raised would know nothing of the Other.”
“I know a lot,” Kiris said, immediately. He tapped aside both their swords. “But just because I could lead a reduction or a cleansing or your ritual of choice doesn’t mean I ever will. Good luck even getting me to go to them. They’re too—” he paused. But both princes knew: Batar, who he was, obviously; and Iiriok, that his affiliation really was too strong for his own good. He swallowed. “Too loud.”
He shook his head. “Anyway, it’s not like it matters. Give me the choice and I’m never stepping foot even near a Temple ever again.”
“No?’
“If I can’t have me,” he said, “then they can’t have me.”
“I am not sure I understand,” Iiriok admitted.
Batar twisted her blade and Iiriok snapped back the weapons. “There’s much you don’t understand, pretty boy, but that’s half of what makes you tolerable.”
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Star Spangled Rhythm
Star Spangled Rhythm is a patriotic WWII musical comedy featuring all the biggest Paramount Studio stars of the era. Musical mayhem ensues when an attendant at Paramount (Victor Moore) tries to impress his navy son (Eddie Bracken) … by claiming that he is a studio mogul!
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EITM Playlist 3/21/23
Pixies - Bone Machine | 6:04
Saint Motel - Cold Cold Man | 6:26
Saint Motel - Puzzle Pieces | 6:32
Daughter - Party | 7:06
Pixies - Gigantic | 7:39
Shovels & Rope - I Know | 7:41
Wilco - Jesus, Etc. | 7:55
Rainbow Kitten Surprise - Our Song | 8:02
Florence + The Machine - Just A Girl | 8:27
Demi Lovato - Still Alive | 9:08
Pixies - Where Is My Mind | 9:36
Jimi Hendrix - The Star Spangled Banner (Live) | 9:48
Beck - Thinking About You | 9:54
Painted Shield - Blue Crystal | 10:20
Crazy For You - I Got Rhythm | 10:47
Hozier - Eat Your Young | 10:08
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I have altered the deal
Adam’s tendency passed on a toxic streak to way too many of his descendants. On the other hand, their natural tendency leaves them perilously vulnerable in the hands of un-compassionate men who will use and abuse this tendency in achieving selfish purposesĪdam’s masculine nature would drive him, overcome by his desire for respect, to dominate the relationship. On one hand, their natural tendency toward loving and compassionate service is the aroma of Christ to the world. This tendency in Eve’s descendants is a double-edged sword. It looks to me as though the man-dominant partnership is a result of The Fall.Įve’s feminine nature would kick into high gear, overwhelmed by her desire for his love, driving her efforts toward pleasing Adam. “Your desire will be for your husband, yet he will rule over you.” -Genesis 3:16bĮach expositor I read interpreted this text somewhat differently. I’ll share what I think, but it is just my opinion. I’ve read so many commentaries on this part that I can’t honestly say what God meant. Sin also permanently altered Adam and Eve’s deal. My sin complicated her own self-image issues and I live daily with that guilt and shame. But she did because she is a strong and merciful woman. I didn’t know whether my wife would forgive again. This time, it was me, on my own, exhausted by my own existence. I don’t want to get into that dark corner of my former self. I had tried to come clean a couple of times before, but the hooks were set too deep. It’s my fault and I don’t want anyone else to suffer hurt from the blame and guilt that is certain to come if I talk about it. Porn, whether magazines or movies, had been a part of my life since I was a young boy. I despised myself with malicious intent every time I looked at that soft-porn-surfing, Christian, husband, father, and minister I saw. Other moments, like Bing warbling "Old Glory" with waving flags and Mount Rushmore behind him are perhaps a wee bit over the top for today's less patriotic world.It was 2013 and I was disgusted. To anyone largely unfamiliar with Paramount stars of the period, a good deal of this may look fairly silly, but there are still some funny moments, as when Bob Hope tries to hide in a shower from Jerry Colonna, or Hutton attempts to get over a wall with some military help. The film's exceedingly slender plot concerns Betty Hutton passionate for meek sailor Eddie Bracken, merely an excuse for Bob and Bing, Dorothy Lamour, Alan Ladd and numerous others to strut their stuff in patriotic material or comic skits like "If Men Played Cards As Women Do," a risible exercise in stereotyped humor by today's standards of sex role. During the darkest days of WWII, each studio made an effort to release an all-star entertainment package to let both the public and the troops know Hollywood was Doing Its Part, and "Star-Spangled Rhythm," like "Hollywood Canteen" and" Stage Door Canteen"and "Follow The Boys," was one of those. Any film which features a star trio of Paulette Goddard, Dorothy Lamour and Veronica Lake warbling "A Sweater, A Sarong and A Peek-A-Boo Bang" has got to be OK with me! The women are singing about themselves of course, Lamour having made a career out of appearing in tropical island movies, and petite Lake distinguished by a fall of blonde hair that covered about a third of her face (which during the war she was requested to put in a hair net to set an example for women called to work with machinery).
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