#meeting joanna newsom

[whiteshipnightjar]

Joanna Newsom at The Kimmel Center of Performing Arts, Philadelphia, September 6, 2019

#joanna newsom #she's the cutest #remember this time? joanna's fun facts? losing our minds over seeing/hearing her? just everything #good old times #it always warms my heart thinking about it all about my dear buds getting to see and meet her to listen to her genius #anyway #i'm in reminiscing mode #philadelphia 1 #the strings/keys incident #love joanna #jnew #the string/keys incident

[senso1954]

But the sky, over the ocean! And the ocean, skirting the city! And the city, bright as a garden (When the garden woke to meet me) From that height was a honeycomb Made of light from those funny homes, intersected: Each enclosed, anelectric and alone

#music #joanna newsom #divers #raph.txt #sorry for the 10 sec silence lol

[liefst]

i live in a beautiful apartment i eat my meals with a view of the prettiest town i cook new recipes and bake sweets i meet new people i talk to boys i look at job advertisements when i dare and sometimes i let the sun touch my skin – it's like when joanna newsom said i'm not fine but i've got half a mind to maybe get there yet!

[yellow-as-an-ear-of-corn]

It's been two weeks since I got home and I'm still incredibly in my feelings about the Posthuman Cabaret (more thoughts below, photos by Nora Bellamy and Lauren Jennings).

For a week I got to live the very best version of my life; working and laughing with some of the kindest, warmest, most talented people I've ever had the privilege to call my friends. Returning to the stage to be a part of something much bigger than myself. Meeting people who told me they were so affected by some songs I sang in my apartment a few years ago that they flew all the way out to hear me sing them in person. It was a week of doing the things I love with people I love, and it was beautiful.

Now, I'm home. My new friends are all far away, as are most of my old ones, and I've never been particularly adept at keeping in contact across distances. I'm chipping away at my novel, haphazardly plunking away at joanna newsom songs on the piano, all to keep myself sane through dealing with the Plymouth public in my retail job. I'm surviving. But for that one week, my lord, I was living.

I missed theater. I missed singing. I missed performing. But really I missed working together with a community of people I connected with to build art together. That's what's truly special to me. It's hard to not know when that feeling will arrive again.

But it will someday, and when it does, it'll be magical.

#my face #things i've done #not what I usually post here but I'm emo and procrastinating getting ready for work #shaperaverse #posthuman cabaret #i recognize by using these tags I open this account up to bring slightly more visible than I'm used to it being #if you find me through this post then welcome I post a lot of silver surfer and joanna newsom content #and memes

[shakertwelve]

2, 6, 8, 33 and 34 for Vixen with the ask game thing 🫶

i'm so glad we're talking about vixen now. why were we spending any time on vinny at all

2. what sort of music would they like? have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? do they have a favorite song?

i'm woefully uninformed about music outside of my own very narrow interest range so i asked my associate @nonplatonicsubtext and got back "she was designed in a lab to be the target audience for Joanna Newsom's music". i don't even know who that is but i trust tally

6. how do they wear their hair? do they care a lot how their hair looks?

it's about chin length and i think she has bangs probably.. she dyed it brown for a while and it hasn't totally faded out of the ends. and yeah it's important to her because she had short hair for most of her life and she likes that she can do more with it now

8. do they have a nickname? who gave it to them? if it's not derived from their real name, what's the story behind it?

people call her vix or vixie sometimes :)

33. if applicable, how would your other characters describe them? i mean specifically the people around them.

assuming "people around them" applies to the other vics. victor would think she rules and is an infinitely better "girl version of him" than vicky (because they agree on almost everything), vicky would meet her and become aware of the gender discomfort she's repressing and get weird at her for it instead of thinking about why she feels that way, and vinny would find her secondhand embarrassing and also get weird at her for it instead of thinking about why he feels that way

34. how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are.

well she's a vic so before everything goes wrong she mostly defines herself by her family and team and as a cape, and after gold morning she's still trying to figure out who she is outside of that. oh and the thing she's overconfident about are her skills as a tracker/spy, like how vicky is overconfident about her cape science knowledge

bonus vicrews (vic picrews) from here and here for reading to the end

#ask #altvics plus

[transandersrights]

Happy Friday! And welcome to DADWC! ✨ I'm going to give you a song lyric prompt for Handers (if you like): “The unending amends you’ve made are enough for one life. Be done.” from '81 by Joanna Newsom.

(I take prompts! See info here)

For @dadrunkwriting - 600 words of post-canon, post-taint cure m!Handers based on the above lyric from this beautiful song. Ty for the prompt!

“I was meant to die.”

Anders’ words were whispered at dusk, the rasp of his voice barely audible over the waves. He’d spent most of the day crying; Hawke had too.

They were good tears, promising tears, a future laid out before them and a poison no longer running in Anders’ veins. Tears for years no longer lost and everything they could do together. Hawke was rung dry in the second best possible way, and Anders…

“You weren’t.”

Anders snorted, and Hawke could hear the way it caught in his throat. “I was. If I hadn’t fled when I did I might have died in the Circle. No Wardens at Amaranthine? Dead. Didn’t join with Justice? Dead. I was willing to die in Kirkwall, and then with the Calling…” He sighed. It was the most either of them had spoken all day, at least in one go, and Anders’ voice was wrecked.

“You didn’t want to go on it,” Hawke prompted. The darkness encroached more with every moment, but he could still see Anders’ nod. “So you don’t have to. Not anymore. And I mean, if you want to throw your life away in a final, desperate struggle against— actually, I won’t finish that. You know I wouldn’t let that happen.”

“Even if I wanted it really badly?” And how was it fair, that he got to tease about dying?

“I think I know you better than that.”

Anders smiled, and fuck, he was so beautiful. The sea winds whipped the hair off his face, leaving salt-marked cheeks and every line of his face in full view. “Woe is me, to be known and loved.”

“Quiet, you.” Hawke reached upwards, brushing his thumb across the plain under Anders’ left eye. “You’re deflecting.”

The wrinkles at Anders’ eyes creased further. “I suppose I am.”

“There’s no repayment you’re due to make, you know.” This conversation was as old as time — Hawke had long since come to terms with Anders’ Calling. Now he had to become unaccustomed to it, and Anders did too. “The Wardens saved your life. But it wasn’t fair that you would probably have died without them.”

Anders leaned forward, his forehead meeting Hawke’s. “You make a compelling argument,” he said. “But I made that choice willingly. I could have walked away without undertaking the Joining. I could have run away without Justice. I could have walked away from Kirkwall.”

“It’s always Kirkwall, isn’t it?” Hawke moved his hand to tangle in Anders’ windswept hair. He needed a haircut again — or maybe he didn’t. Maybe it could grow wild, like the forest beyond their little garden behind their little house by the sea. “Sometimes, I think you loved that city more than I did.”

Anders made a gagging noise. “Try again, love.”

Hawke couldn’t help it; he threw his head back and laughed. It crackled at the end, but it was real and Anders chuckled with him. “It’s been years. You’ve more than made your amends.”

“I don’t think—”

“If you’re about to name someone who would never forgive you, no matter what you did in the years since, stop.”

Anders just smiled again, because he was predictable and they knew each other too well for that nonsense.

“You’re free, Anders. No Circles, no tainted blood. You can put down the torch you’d light your own pyre with and live.”

Anders gripped Hawke’s hand so tightly it felt like every joint creaked. “So long as you’re there with me.”

Hawke grinned. “That shouldn’t even be in question.” Anders smiled back, and they were crying all over again.

They had a long night ahead of them. But longer still was the road that stretched out towards them, no longer ending in the deep roads, and Hawke wouldn’t trade that for the world.

#handers #dragon age 2 #dragon age fanfiction #da drunk writing circle #anders dragon age

[baddingtonbitch]

can you imagine meeting joanna newsom and andy samberg at a party not knowing who they are, finding out they both make music, and then looking them up when you get home

#p

[kingofthe-egirls]

(art by @imperialnyx !!!)

FOX TALES: LUFFY x OC (plus Nico Robin)

!!! TRIGGER WARNING !!!

(cw: blood/gore, violence, self-harm, talk of Vasya's time in the spirit realm)

fox tales

(a/n: i will keep writing about my fox girl oc until it kills me)

Songs: "Good Intentions Paving Company" by Joanna Newsom

***

How does Vasya fight?

She is all feral, teeth and claws, scrabbling at the enemy's eyes, their throat, ripping at their jugular until she is bloody and covered in the dregs of her violence.

She is panting, standing with the guts of some unfortunate soul clutched in her fist. She slowly uncurls her fingers, letting the slop slide out of her palm and onto the ground. She bends over double, and vomits on top of it.

"Shit," she groans, stumbling to the ship, "That was messy."

***

Luffy strokes at your tails, counting them one by one. "Why d'ya have nine, foxy?"

You raise an eyebrow, "I used to have ten."

His face lights up. "Whoa, really?!"

"Yep," you say, nodding. You slide off the railing where you'd been perched. Your tails flick around Luffy's hands. You lean back on your elbows, staring at the setting sun. "But I had to cut something out of me, in order to turn mortal."

"Oh?" Nico Robin had joined you, sipping her tea as the three of you enjoy the orange-tinted sky before the sun sinks low into the horizon. It's become a nightly routine, for you three. It's when you share most of your stories, in fact.

"Yep!" You say again, swishing your tails around yourself. You stroke them, thoughtfully. Dappled grey. Summer is in full swing, now, and your tails are thin. Still fluffy (and unmanageable) but better than in winter. You hum.

"What'd you use?" Robin asks, tilting her gentle head. "I assume there are no knives, in the spirit realm."

"You're right," you meet her turquoise eyes. "I used my nails. And my teeth."

"Did it hurt?" Luffy asks quietly.

You laugh. Something broken, and bitter. "What d'ya think?"

***

#tw: violence #tw: blood #tw: self harm #tw: gore #fox tales #kitsune #kitsune oc #luffy x oc #luffy x reader #luffy fanfic #dumpster dive #my writing #one piece fanfic #one piece oc #tw: throwing up #tw: vomit

[sybaritick]

💌

VEX!!

Vex I love you. Everyone if you don't know Vex this was the person I mentioned whose writing I admire so much I read it even if I'm not in that fandom. Anyway, I'm so glad I got to meet you in person last year and you are hilarious and you have a genuinely unique writing style that is incredible and dark and heavy and layered. I think I like it for the same reason I like Joanna Newsom. there's so much in there. (the highest compliment I can give someone is comparing them to her fr.)

I wish I could hug you again! But for now, I will just say I'm so glad we're friends. <3

#cal txt #asks

[whiteshipnightjar]

so cute 🥰

#i’d melt on the spot haha ​i hope it was a lovely meeting on both sides #joanna newsom #love joanna #jnew

[library-seraph]

Higher than the Stars playlist

This is subject to be updated as I find new songs (It probably needs more metal)

Liner notes below the cut like it's 2013

Cobra Tattoo- The Mountain Goats (Where the title comes from)

Higher than the stars I will set my throne God does not need Abraham, God can raise children from stones

Dream at night Girl with the cobra tattoo And try to hear The garbled transmissions coming through

Isis Unveiled- And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead

I have made you in my likeness and I have made you The keeper of my garden world As you honor me in kind, I'll be grateful but be warned for

I am a jealous God Give me daughters, send me sons, I'll make them all chosen ones

I'll send them out to die To meet the angels of death With no fears, no regrets

Wayward Daughter- Brown Bird

Cast not your stone at the wayward daughter Lay down the gavel and the robe If not for the lure of darker water No salvation we would know

For every saint, a wild marauder And a beast in wait for heroes tall

America- Sufjan Stevens

I have loved you, I have grieved I'm ashamed to admit I no longer believe I have loved you, I received I have traded my life for a picture of the scenery

I have loved you like a dream I have kissed your lips like a Judas in heat I have worshipped, I believed I have broke your bread for a splendor of machinery

Woman King- Iron and Wine

Hundred years, hundred more Someday we may see a Woman king, sword in hand Swing at some evil and bleed

Hundred years, hundred more Someday we may see a Woman king, bloodshot eye Thumb down and starting to weep

Neighbourhood #2 (Laika)- Arcade Fire

Alexander, our older brother Set out for a great adventure He tore our images out of his pictures He scratched our names out of all his letters

Our mother should've just named you Laika…

It's for your own good It's for the neighborhood…

Cry for Judas - The Mountain Goats

Feel the storm every night, hope it passes by Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die

Unfurl the black velvet altar cloth Draw a white chalk Baphomet Mistreat your altar boys long enough And this is what you get

Ancient Names (Part 1)- Lord Huron

Far out past the astral plane I cast you back from whence you came Cosmic cache and blackened brain And call you by your ancient names

I gotta get away from here I gotta get away from her

Sapokonikan - Joanna Newsom (Not on Spotify, fyi)

Interred with other daughters, in dirt in other potters' fields above them, parades mark the passing of days through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel,

where all of the twenty-thousand attending your foot fall and the cause that they died for are lost in the idling bird calls, and the records they left are cryptic at best, lost in obsolescence. The text will not yield, nor x-ray reveal with any fluorescence where the hand of the master begins and ends.

The Garden of Earthly Delights- Apocalypse Orchestra

Brought to life, in the image of God In this holy place Settled among the creatures odd Eve, dear girl, avert thy gaze Claims to love them all Her world below Minding not their fall A mirthful show

Hey Ho- Tracy Grammar

TV's on, the favorite son Is watchin' how the West was won Daddy, please, a plastic gun Get brother one for twice the fun

Hey ho, so it goes The point of sale, the puppet show The merchant kings of war and woe Have turned their hands to labor Sound out the trumpet noise The cannons bark and jump for joy Someone's dread and darlin' boy Has fallen on his saber

Mama- My Chemical Romance

Mama, we're all full of lies Mama, we're meant for the flies And right now, they're building a coffin your size Mama, we're all full of lies

Well, mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue You should've raised a baby girl, I should've been a better son If you could coddle the infection, they can amputate at once You should've been, I could have been a better son

Rainbow Signs- mewithoutyou

Pale horse songs of a slow decline Side show words if our moms don't mind:

God gave Noah the rainbow sign No more water, is the H-Bomb next time?

With imperial crowns we were sent, Riding out conquest-bent Daylight is breaking Wielding the sanctified sword For the army of the Scarecrow Lord

Breath of Life- Florence+ the Machine

I was looking for a breath of life For little touch of heavenly light But all the choirs in my head sang, "No, oh no, oh!"

To get a dream of life again A little vision of the start and the end But all the choirs in my head sang, "No, oh no, oh!"

A Demon's Fate- Within Temptation

What have you done? Is this what you wanted? What have you become? Your soul's now forsaken You're walking alone From heaven into hell

Angels have faith I don't want to be a part of this sin I don't want to get lost in this world I'm not playing this game

The Black- Dynazty

Revelation, devastation Opened up eyes blinded from the start I was the child born in the dark of your heart

Instigator, manipulator You baptized my life through burning pain Now I can never feel again

Out of silence comes defiance Risen to deny all that you are I'm the man forged in the fires of your war

Vindicator, a liberator I have come to set you free through pain You will be forced to feel again

O Superman- Laurie Anderson

Hello? This is your mother, are you there? Are you coming home?

And I said: okay, who is this really? And the voice said: This is the hand, the hand that takes This is the hand, the hand that takes This is the hand, the hand that takes

'Cause when love is gone, there's always justice And when justice is gone, there's always force And when force is gone, there's always Mom. Hi Mom!

#music #higher than the stars #warhammer 40k #Spotify

[caramelcat]

Double Bounce fill, Triple R FM, July 4, 2023

listen back on demand here

Freak Heat Waves, Cindy Lee - In a Moment Divine Cabaret Voltaire - Sensoria 7” version (pic) Eternal Dust - Candy RVG - Midnight Sun Divinyls - Back To The Wall Died Pretty - Blue Sky Way Gary Numan - Trois Gymnopedies (First Movement)  No Fixed Address - We Have Survived Dean Blunt - As Long As Ropes Unravel Fake Rolex Will Travel  Joanne Robertson - If It Feels Joanna Newsom - 81  Joanna Sternberg - Stockholm Syndrome The Breeders - Joanne Robert Beams, Ron Dexter - Flowers Of Our Childhood Rowland S. Howard - She Cried Big Star - Femme Fatale Dorothy - I Confess Parsnip - Adding Up Gut Health - The Recipe Pel Mel - Love On A Funeral Pyre Weathertunes - La Seine Split Enz - The Choral Sea Whirlywirld - Window To The World  River Yarra - Mu Jungle Naretha Williams - Control Z Loraine James - Trust Isobel D'Cruz, Simon J Karis - Cassowary Paint II Acopia - Holding On  Erasers - In Shadow Culture Evolves - Fire Ashra - Ocean Of Tenderness The Brian Jonestown Massacre - Anemone Space Afrika, Florence Sinclair - Meet Me at Sachas Tirzah - Hips (Loraine James remix) YL Hooi - catch CS + Kreme - Pink Mist Gregor - The Rock And The Stars Greg Foat, Gigi Masin - Viento Calido rocky - Repeater Jam Band ’80 - Jammin’  Allara - Rekindled Systems

[bkworm5]

The Glass Scientists: Info from the Author's Notes (Chapter 3)

This chapter’s title, At the Good Intentions Paving Company, is named after one of Sabrina’s favorite Joanna Newsom songs, “Good Intentions Paving Company”

(Not from Sabrina’s notes, but I just wanted to note that part of Lanyon’s dialogue is ripped straight from the Jekyll and Hyde musical. “The whole thing’s un-Christian, barbaric, and odd” is from the song “Board of Governors”)

TGS Lanyon is largely influenced by this passage of Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde: "This was a hearty, healthy, dapper, red-faced gentleman, with a shock of hair prematurely white, and a boisterous and decided manner. At sight of Mr. Utterson, he sprang up from his chair and welcomed him with both hands. The geniality, as was the way of the man, was somewhat theatrical to the eye; but it reposed on genuine feeling. For these two were old friends, old mates both at school and college, both thorough respecters of themselves and of each other, and, what does not always follow, men who thoroughly enjoyed each other's company."

The way Jekyll reacts to the Frankenstein play is basically what Sabrina’s reaction was to the “classic Universal Frankenstein movie“

Jekyll is “normally a very polite theater-goer, because Perfect Gentleman. He only lets his nerd flag fly around his closest friends--which at this point basically means Lanyon. And probably Rachel, but I bet it would look kinda weird to take your cook out to a night at the theater. If you're a Perfect Gentleman, that is. Jekyll enjoys the theater quite a lot. These days, he hasn't the time or the money to attend, although he will on occasion scrape together time to see the most talked-about performances of the moment--the Hamiltons and Book of Mormons of the 1880s--so that he can keep up with posh folks at dinner party conversations. But left to his own devices, he still prefers the campy, over-the-top monster shows he loved as a kid. Most of them are terrible, but that's half the fun of it!”

 The color of Jekyll’s eyes match the color of the transformation potion before the final ingredient (a mysterious, unspecified but apparently very rare salt) is added and Hyde’s eyes match the color of the potion after this ingredient is added

Most people (in world) assume that Jekyll’s eyes are a very saturated brown instead of thinking his eyes are red

Gradually, more and more oranges will begin creeping into Rachel’s kitchen

Hyde made the ragged edge on his cape himself

“The Forty Elephants was a real-life girl gang that terrorized London for decades.  They did in fact have a Queen, although I don't think her name was Lucy. This fictional Queen Lucy is named a character of the same name from the Jekyll and Hyde musical. The musical Lucy is one of Jekyll's love interests”

“Hyde does have the capacity for cleverness, but it's almost always overshadowed by his desperate desire to make sure everyone knows ‘I'm being edgy right now!!’"

“part of Hyde knows and respects Rachel on a more genuine level, but another part of him is constantly simulating the illusion that he is Cooler and Eviler than everyone else. The cognitive dissonance sometimes makes him think dumb stuff. Again, Hyde is basically a teenager.“

Rachel’s kitchen “like many Victorian kitchens, [is] located on the bottom floor of the building, just below street level.“

“Whenever I draw Hyde interacting with a lady friend, I make a point to show that she's having a good time. She probably bought him that drink. This is a sexual-violence-free story!”

“The couple with their arms around Hyde in panel 2 [page 21] are not randos! Hyde meets up with them on a semi-regular basis for Sex Things. You could almost say he is in a polyamorous relationship with them, but Hyde would never admit to having any kind of relationship with anyone, ever. These guys probably won't factor into the story in any significant way, but . . . they're here!“

“Only Hyde is dumb enough to just stand there while a giant looms over him.“

Chapter 1   Chapter 2

#tgs #the glass scientists #tgs jekyll #tgs hyde #tgs lanyon #tgs rachel #rachel pidgley #reference #for all the fic writers out there #love you lovelies

[jbarneswilson]

thanks for tagging me, @jemgirl86!

rules: tag 10 people you want to get to know better.

favorite time of year:

comfort food: burritos, nachos, spanakopita, tiropita, baklava, margaritas

collections: does dirty laundry count? because i am really good at collecting that. oh and kids’ toys. there are so goddamn many in my house.

favorite drink: orange dreamsicle margarita, blue moon on draft, modelo

favorite music artists: creedence clearwater revival, tori amos, joanna newsom, maggie rogers, backstreet boys, yola, lake street dive, tim mcgraw, the chicks

current favorite songs: the weepies - painting by chagall; psapp- tiger, my friend; maggie rogers - love you for a long time

favorite fics: this, you protect is one i re-read every few months or so, i love the way bucky is written; how sweet it is this one is such a cute sambucky fic; wild night shana’s meet-uglies are so good it was hard to pick just one!; oh so that’s how (sweet) it is highly enjoyed this one; fall if you want just… WOW

tagging: @indyluckycharlie @eusuntgratie @violettejotun @strangeprincex @truckloadoffrogs @nacho-bucky @east-coast-walrider @bisexualspace @musingsinmoonlight @funsized-loser

#tag games

[onpyre]

if joanna newsom ever tours, meet me in the pit

#joanna newsom