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Hi there! Out of curiosity, around how much did the animated pixel twitch notification cost?
Like those? Each one is $120, so $600 for all five.
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Today is the 59th anniversary of Aleksei Leonov's historic first-ever space walk. He performed it on March 18, 1965.
#i bow to people not scared to touch the unknown#space#cosmonauts#soviet#russia#ussr#1960s#soviet space program
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Where is Icarus :(( i miss him the silly :((
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arlo “ the lost man ” thacker
#【 CLOTHE YOURSELF IN BEAUTY UNTOLD | THACKER ( WARDROBE ). 】#【 CROWNED BY AN OVERTURE BOLD && BEYOND | THACKER ( VISAGE ). 】#【 THROW YOURSELF INTO THE UNKNOWN | THACKER ( VERSE TWO ). 】#【 YOU WILL HEAL && YOU'LL RISE ABOVE | THACKER ( VERSE ONE ). 】#【 HURT && GRIEVE BUT DON'T SUFFER ALONE | THACKER ( MUSINGS ). 】#【 HEAR THOSE BELLS RING DEEP IN THE SOUL | THACKER ( TUNES ). 】#【 SO SELF-INDULGENT && SELF-REFERENTIAL | THACKER ( LIKES ). 】#【 ACHILLES COME DOWN | THACKER ( IC ). 】#【 SO HEAD STRONG DENY THE FEELING | THACKER ( HEADCANONS ). 】#【 YOU CRAVE THE APPLAUSE YET HATE THE ATTENTION | THACKER ( DESIRES ). 】#【 YOU SOMEHOW SEE INSIDE ME | THACKER ( CHARACTER STUDY ). 】#【 LOATHE THE WAY THEY LIGHT CANDLES IN ROME | THACKER ( AESTHETIC ). 】#【 YOU CRAZY ASS COSMONAUT | THACKER ( ABOUT ). 】#/ tag spam.
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PURPLEROW
❤️What happens when the most famous woman in the world and a regular guy, fall in love?
👩🚀Astronaut Dana Scully is world famous for her accomplishments in space.
🦊 NASA psychologist Fox Mulder has admired her from afar, but is now tasked to keep her company virtually while she’s on a mission solo.
📖 RATED E. Chapters Daily. This is a NOTTING HILL AU. Chapter 1 below:
I was never meant to remain alone up here. It was supposed to be hours– twenty-two to be exact; everything in space is known and measured, precisely predicted. And yet, here I am—preparing to be completely alone for an unknown amount of time.
I hear the quiet whir of machines as I bound weightless from screen to screen, trying to determine my current status. But even as I look from screen to screen, my brain wrestles with a feeling of impending doom.
“Some issue with their main rocket,” the voice in the speaker tells me, “that’s why they aborted.”
I’ve prepared for situations like these. You don’t become an astronaut by being delicate or soft. I remind myself of the tough stuff I’m made of: graduating from The Naval Academy top of my class, breezing through medical school, and being recruited by NASA. Having a successful career as an astronaut—
“Dr. Scully, can you confirm your current velocity and the pressure parameters?” a technician asks, interrupting my inner pep talk. The technician is one of many voices from Houston—the Johnson Space Center, to be precise, where several dozen engineers and scientists monitor everything that is happening up here.
“Seventeen thousand, six hundred and eighty-four miles per hour, Houston. Pressure gauges are within limits.”
“Thank you, Dr. Scully. We’re working on next steps down here. The Director suggests you might do your daily exercises and report back when finished?”
“Affirmative.”
Houston ends the call. They’re still monitoring hundreds of readings—pressures, temperatures and speed among other things, but when our calls end, they mostly leave me alone.
Despite the isolation I feel at being alone here, it’s nice to have a bit of privacy in which to continue my mental meltdown. If every step I took up here was being watched as if I had a stalker…I think that would be worse.
I huff laughter at my thought—I don’t actually take steps here. I’m floating two hundred and fifty miles above Earth on the International Space Station. I push from a wall and float through a chamber into another section, finally ending up in node three.
ISS inhabitants are required to exercise daily for ninety minutes, a necessity to keep our gravity-less bodies healthy and strong. I use the weight-lifting machines and run on the treadmill—my body harnessed down so I don’t float away.
As my Nikes pound the platform, I close my eyes. I’m completely alone in space. No other human is with me, nor is anyone scheduled to join, thanks to a rocket issue with the Russians.
This was supposed to be the smallest mission on the ISS in terms of people; dubbed “Expedition 4A,” it was set to determine the minimum number of crew members that could successfully maintain the ISS between more elaborate missions. I am the lone American taking part, along with one Cosmonaut and one German who were set to join me today—but alas, the rocket failure.
I know I can handle myself up here—I’ve already been through some extraordinary situations with NASA. But, I feel haggard as I finish my run—my heart racing faster, my sweat beading harder, and my breath catching. It’s a panicky feeling I’ve experienced occasionally in life, but not in years.
I turn off the treadmill and take a deep breath, centering myself before returning to our main communications pod. Houston is waiting for me.
“Dana?” I hear the voice I recognize as Mission Director Walter Skinner booming through the speaker.
I pick up the headset—although I can hear through the speaker, the headset is much clearer. I turn on a monitor, seeing Mission Control brightly lit with dozens of bodies bustling about.
“Director Skinner. I’m here.”
“Alright, Dana. We’ve been discussing next steps. Our plan is to abort the mission and bring you back down, but it’s going to take us about a week to prepare.”
“Okay, sir,” I say. I’d love to argue the mission could continue with just me, but it’s not designed for one person, and I learned many years ago—as the daughter of a Naval Officer—that I need to accept the well-thought-out decisions of my commanders without debate.
“Also, we noticed a blip at the end of your workout—an anomaly—possibly indicative of a panic attack. Are you alright?”
How could I forget I’m hooked up to heart and respiratory monitors while exercising? Houston misses almost nothing—they can’t afford to—too much is at risk. “I’m alright, sir. I just needed a moment to collect myself. I uh—I haven’t ever been in space alone. I just needed to wrap my brain around that.”
I see Skinner nod his head. “I wondered about that. I’ve called for a NASA Psychologist to check in with you,” he shuffles his papers; “I’m not sure if you’ve worked with their team before…Dr. Diana Fowley runs the unit.”
“A Psychologist?”
“Just to make sure you’re feeling okay about the mission getting canceled and being up there alone.”
“Okay, sir.” For the second time in minutes, I begrudgingly accept the decision without further debate.
READ THE LONGER STORY HERE: on AO3
#the x files#fox mulder#dana scully#msr#today-in-fic#today in fic#mulder and scully#outer space#slowburn
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doodles... cats, humans, and ki
atil and ki are both from the same solar system. even moreso, they're both descended from tiny single-cell microbes found living in gaseous pockets inside asteroids millions of years ago. one asteroid fell onto mother-kisa, the homeplanet of the ki, and another asteroid fell onto the unknown atil homeplanet. atil left long before ki developed astral technology, however.
when their species met later on, they couldnt help but notice some similarities... both have airsacs on top of their bodies, and blowholes for controlling the flow of air. both have two eyes situated in front of those airsacs. both have a "double brain" body model, with a "mind type" brain and a "will type" brain. and both have a parasitic sex. however, they are more different then they are alike - their social structures, in particular, couldn't be more different. atil are relatively solidary as adults, whilst ki live in deeply complex eusocial family groups often numbering up to the hundreds. their biology reflects these dual lifestyles... they're like arguing cousins 🤭
ki cosmonaut in a spacesuit without the big dome helpmet. generally, ki aesthetics tend towards a sort of grimy, retro-ish maximalism. they wear long flowing robes, jumpsuits, complicated machinery, and hanging wires. soh's clothing is a generic cosmonaut's casualwear, when in-situ.
soh's sitting down to help the lost earthlings feel a bit more comfortable in their presence. (their anatomy is a bit weird here, their legs should be longer.) in this story, they (the crew on the ship that soh and rrikrik work on) picked up these earthlings from an abandoned atil emergency spaceshuttle on autopilot. it's a really tough situation for both the people onboard the emergency shuttle and the people onboard the big spaceship, because communication is really difficult and both parties are a bit scared of each other. especially for the earthlings, because all three of them are just kids.
the human's names are rowny (left) and bea (right). they're both about 16 years old, and the cat is five months. the clothing that they're wearing is a human-specific "pet costume" xixi atil designed. she designed it to mimic both human clothing, as well as resemble atil skin markings and clothing. xixi atil also put a shawl on the cat... bea and rowny call the cat turtle!
#oc#alien species#sci fi#xenobiology#ki tag#... maybe i need a human tag?#no... humans can go on the other artblog#look at how small soh is.... cutie
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DISASTROID Reveal Striking 4th Full-Length, ‘Garden Creatures’
~Doomed & Stoned Debuts~
By Billy Goate
Get ready for full-on galactic riffing, energetic rhythms, with moments of interstellar insanity. This is DISASTROID and their latest record, 'Garden Creatures' (2024) -- a swirling blend of colors drawn from a dynamic palette of psychedelic, grunge, desert, noise, and math rock influences.
This fourth full-length outing from the SFO band begins with the title track and is presented with rumbling force and jagged rhythms juxtaposed with clean, earnest singing and smooth melodic lines from frontman/guitarist Enver Koneya. At times the vocals soar like the pleas of some jerky cosmonaut thrust into the unknown vastness of outer space. Braden McGraw's drums thunder and churn like the roaring ocean. Travis Williams' bass is warm and pulsating.
Enver's guitar and Travis' bass trade barbs on "Stucco Nowhere," an ode to being stuck in a life of sameness and misery ("burning out within your head"). The singing builds to a crescendo, perhaps summoning sheer force of will to shake off the spell of mediocrity. There are some dreamy vocal harmonies that haunt overslept dreams, and finally a cry of frustration and despair to be set free from the shackles of it all.
"Mama says I need some help," laments Enver in "Figurative Object." The guitars chug with rocketing force, but often enter the realm of disorienting dissonance. This tendency towards the strange and uncanny continues in "Backwards Sleeping" and feels like a night of tossing and turning ("losing sleep for all that we have done"), complete with trippy guitar effects, rhythmic jolts, and ghostly droning.
"24" is fuzzy as all get-out, with screeching guitar hooks, unconventional rhythmic structure, and a misty hue of sadness in the vocals. Then "Hold Me Wrong" is like a fever dream, with a persistent bass groove, strumming and picking on the guitar, and exhausted pleas to "hold me tight, hold me right."
The penultimate song, "Light 'Em Up" is like a hallucination straight out of Blade Runner, with sounds and samples flying about us like fugitive visions. This is another where the bass is so integral to giving us a feeling of movement and cohesiveness in this shapeshifting world. The drumming here, as throughout the record, is stalwart and determined, whilst the riffmaking ranges from raucous to delirious. The record ends on a short banger, a riotous number "Jack Londonin'" with punk, noise, and math overtones.
Disastroid's Garden Creatures was recorded and produced by Billy Anderson and is releasing on Heavy Psych Sounds this weekend, February 23rd, on a spectacular variety of vinyl variants (get it here). Stick it on a playlist with The Melvins, Red Fang, Fatso Jetson, Kook, and Soundgarden.
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San Francisco veterans Disastroid have been serving up sludgy, grunge-infused stoner rock for the better part of a decade now, refining a sound that weaves heavy riffs together with angular guitar lines, odd time signatures, and hazy walls of fuzz. As influenced by 90's noise rock as they are by modern psych, doom, and post-metal, Disastroid delivers thick, satisfying stoner rock stomp while also embracing layers of noise, tripped-out feedback, and unpredictable song structures.
The current lineup of singer/guitarist Enver Koneya, bassist Travis Williams, and drummer Braden McGraw coalesced in 2011. They’re united by a desire to make heavy music that's loose instead of mechanical, a motivation to explore methods that make them sound bigger and more varied than a traditional rock trio, and a shared affection for the Amphetamine Reptile back-catalog. Thematically, their songs steer clear of genre cliches, touching instead on scattered aspects of modern life: technology fatigue, immigration, nuclear deterrence, the monotony of work, the existential dread of aging. Despite the subject matter, Disastroid never take themselves too seriously, injecting their live shows with an infectious sense of humor and their songwriting with math-rock quirks.
Disastroid’s latest outing, Garden Creatures, is a record about the darkness in the hidden corners of suburban landscapes — sinister overgrown gardens, secret collections kept in basements, the crime just beneath the surface, the pervasive loneliness under a veneer of normalcy. Accordingly, it’s a dark and atmospheric record, trading the stripped-down approach of 2020’s Mortal Fools for a thicker, heavier, and more layered sound. Legendary producer Billy Anderson (Sleep, Melvins, Neurosis) builds mixes that range from dark and dreamy to a thick, sludgy crunch, slowly pulling the listener through a range of sounds and textures, making sure things stay interesting. Singer/guitarist Enver Koneya's vocals are soulful and sometimes haunting, drifting above Disastroid’s characteristically off-kilter, grunge-influenced riffs.
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#Disastroid#San Francisco#California#heavy rock#progressive metal#noise#math rock#Heavy Psych Sounds#D&S Reviews#Doomed and Stoned
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173 Influential SCPs
I went to SCPper, found the most upvoted articles by users who've made at least one SCP, and sorted by time. These aren't necessarily the 173 best articles on the site, but I think they're likely to be the most influential. Longtime fans have probably read most or all of these but maybe this could be a starting point for newcomers.
I think sorting by time is important because the Foundation's been around almost 17 years. Writers come and go, trends come and go, new writers are influenced by what came before, and later articles are often longer and more complex than earlier ones. Just sorting by most upvoted bounces you around time; on the main wiki you read mostly series 1 articles then get dunked into SCP-5000. I hope this is a more natural progression, and that by the end people have more context for what's going on.
Using upvotes from writers only is important because the more writers like an article, the more likely later SCPs are to be influenced by it, so those articles are more likely to be important for understanding the wiki as a whole.
I might do an alternate version of this list that replaces the extremely long articles with shorter SCPs.
If you have trouble understanding one of the articles (some of the later ones get LONG), look it up on r/SCPDeclassified. If you would prefer audio narration/explanations, The Exploring Series and TheVolgun are both excellent. And of course, make sure to look in the sidebar on the wiki for guides, lists and explanations.
SERIES IV AND LATER ARE IN REBLOGS DUE TO TUMBLR'S POST LIMIT
Series I Era
SCP-173 - The Sculpture - The Original
SCP-093 - Red Sea Object
SCP-294 - The Coffee Machine
SCP-682 - Hard-to-Destroy Reptile
SCP-055 - [unknown]
SCP-914 - The Clockworks
SCP-085 - Hand-drawn "Cassy"
SCP-184 - The Architect
SCP-231 - Special Personnel Requirements
SCP-990 - Dream Man
SCP-999 - The Tickle Monster
SCP-835 - Expunged Data Released
SCP-701 - The Hanged King's Tragedy
SCP-586 - Inscribable Object
SCP-610 - The Flesh that Hates
Log of Anomalous Items Vol I
SCP-087 - The Stairwell
SCP-049 - Plague Doctor
Revised Entry
Document Recovered from the Marianas Trench
SCP-426 - I am a Toaster
SCP-096 - The "Shy Guy"
SCP-106 - The Old Man
SCP-140 - An Incomplete Chronicle
Kill 682
SCP-001-Bright - The Factory
SCP-666-J - The Roaring Flames of Hell
SCP-895 - Camera Disruption
SCP-5308-J - The Collection
SCP-8900-EX - Sky Blue Sky
black white black white black white black white black white gray
Eldritch Application
Nobody Knows
SCP-871 - Self-Replacing Cake
SCP-001-Mann - The Spiral Path
Series II Era
SCP-1000 - Bigfoot
SCP-902 - The Final Countdown
SCP-993 - Bobble the Clown
Transcript of Dr. Clef's seminar, "Reality Benders and You: How to Survive When Existence Doesn't."
SCP-001-Swann - The Database
Bees
SCP-006-J - WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING
10:30 A.M.
Ethics Committee Orientation
SCP-1959 - The Lost Cosmonaut
SCP-____-J - Procrastinati
SCP-1048 - Builder Bear
SCP-001-EX-J - Records of the CKG Gathering
SCP-1893 - The Minotaur's Tale
SCP-1983 - Doorway to Nowhere
SCP-1733 - Season Opener
SCP-1230 - A Hero is Born
SCP-1322 - Glory Hole
SCP-1370 - Pesterbot
SCP-1193 - Buried Giant
SCP-1545 - Larry the Loving Llama
SCP-1981 - "RONALD REAGAN CUT UP WHILE TALKING"
SCP-even number-J - An [Adjective] [Animal]
SCP-1867 - A Gentleman
SCP-1609 - The Remains of a Chair
SCP-1440 - The Old Man from Nowhere
SCP-1425 - Star Signals
SCP-1173 - The Islamic Republic of Eastern Samothrace
SCP-1171 - Humans Go Home
SCP-1678 - UnLondon
UIU Orientation
SCP-1437 - A Hole to Another Place
SCP-1958 - Magic Bus
Quiet Days
Why Change?
SCP-186 - To End All Wars
Treats
SCP-348 - A Gift from Dad
SCP-1295 - Meg's Diner
SCP-1342 - To the Makers of Music
SCP-1504 - Joe Schmo
The Executions of Doctor Bright
SCP-1471 - MalO ver1.0.0
The Young Man
wowwee go kill ursefl
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ILLUSTRATION ▼ Space Siren
There are tales among the old cosmonauts about a ghostly being, ever present, ever changing, who's melody can be faintly heard through the silence of space, haunting their dreams and feeding on their desires. Stories of spaceships steering off route, lured to unknown galaxies from which they would never return, leaving behind just empty vessels adrift, with the crew nowhere to be seen. Some say, the being feeds on their soul and flesh until there is nothing but stardust from which new galaxies are formed.
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Do you have a shop?
I do have an INPRNT shop! And they're offering free shipping for this weekend BTW 👀
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Happy Cosmonautics Day!
Let's celebrate all of the people who think big, branch into the unknown and create the future.
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Military Horror Movies
So this one was a tricky one, because there just aren't a lot of military-focused horror movies out there. But I did manage to find a few! Here they are.
Predator (1987): A group of Vietnam veterans is sent into a deep South American rainforest in an attempt to deal with a Soviet-backed invasion. Things take a turn for the horrifying when they discover that there's a nearly-invincible alien threat hunting them. The characters are cut off from any kind of support. Even their most powerful weapons are useless. Humans are hunted by an unstoppable malevolent force, even more terrifying than a slasher or a demon. It's pitched as a sci-fi action thriller, but I believe that--despite the grand-scale violence, explosions, and hammy shouting--this is the most straightforwardly standard Horror Movie on this list.
Sputnik: Two cosmonauts return to Earth with an extra passenger. The movie focuses on how the Soviet military handles that passenger. Considering that this takes place during the end of the Cold War, you can imagine just what the military might want with a potential alien weapon. Also, the movie was released in 2020, six years after the Russian invasion of Crimea--two years before the Russian invasion of Ukraine. Given that, the timing of a Russian movie that criticizes military excesses and misuse of power is...interesting.
The Lair: In which a team of American/UK soldiers and allies, stationed in Afghanistan, unintentionally awaken unsettling alien creatures in an abandoned Soviet bunker. Full disclosure, this is a movie I vastly did not like. It's very enthusiastically in favor of western militaries invading Afghanistan (despite the best and most complex character being a member of the Taliban, I loved Kabir so much and his actor pulled that role off so well), among other issues, and that was enough to put me right off. However, it is very definitely horror, and the handling of the alien creatures themselves is good. Plus they use practical effects which. Always lovely.
28 Days Later: Taking a completely opposite perspective here on the military, soldiers in this movie take advantage of the chaos of a zombie apocalypse to misuse their power and weapons to commit atrocities. While containing what might be one of the most tense and frightening scenes in horror fiction (the opening walk through silent London), it manages to also turn the military characters in a more viscerally awful threat than an entire zombie horde.
Godzilla (2014): This falls under a little-discussed and controversial genre called "epic horror." The existence of the genre is debated. Classic horror tales with ghosts and serial killers are up close and intimate, taking place in closed, small-scale settings where ordinary characters become extraordinary by confronting or even surviving the horror. Epics are big, lengthy stories about extraordinary deeds and characters whose exploits take place on a great scale, maybe even confronting gods or other cosmic entities in their adventures. Epic horror, then, is about extraordinary characters on a wide stage confronting vast and malevolent beings which they may not be able to defeat, or only defeat at a dreadfully high cost. I'd argue that Beowulf's first two sections (Grendel and his mother) qualify as an epic horror on their own, and even the attack of the dragon has elements of a horror tale. Stephen King's The Dark Tower series is frequently cited as a modern example. This entry to the Godzilla franchise, dealing with heroic soldiers in desperate and perhaps futile battles against massive entities of unknown origin, would definitely count as an epic horror.
Food for thought: Why are so many of the threats in these movies alien or alien-adjacent? What role do guns play? Do they make the horror (alien, zombie, kaiju) less threatening, or does the type of weapon not matter? Does horror have to be intimate and small-scale in order to be truly considered horror? If yes, then what do you think about movies like Nope, Cloverfield, or any movie involving large-scale zombie hordes? Do you think that "epic horror" is a genre, or do you think that it's a bit absurd? How much would you agree with the statement that, in The Lair, the real monsters are actually the movie's main characters?
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говорит москва.
this is moscow, this is moscow calling
on the 12th of april the soviet union orbited a spaceship around the earth with a man on board. the astronaut is a soviet citizen: major gagarin, yuri alekseevich. the world’s first cosmonaut, the first to open the door into the unknown, the first to step over the threshold of our homeland.
the whole planet knew and loved him.
was it hazardous? yes it was. the first strides into the unknown were about to be made.
the hero who blazed the trail for the stars.
every one of us was with yuri gagarin as he orbited the earth 190 miles above us. astronaut to earth: i can see forests, rivers, cumulus clouds all around everything’s so beautiful, it’s wonderful, it’s wonderful…
#what the fuck i think i blacked out the other night and mass liked insane electronica#public service broadcasting#gagarin#the race for space#music#Spotify#this fucks so hard i can’t believe this. the horns? hello?
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Science Fiction(s): If there were a tomorrow
Big return.
Our last inspiring experience was entirely dedicated to lost ourselves in the corners of the Weltmuseum in Vienna.
The main attraction was the big exhibition about a speculative narrative of the future. I found definitely interesting the way for combining past and future going through the shapes of the present.
Moving through the spots:
1. Science fiction as a narrative of conquest and how indigenous artists from the USA and Canada use the movie Star Wars to tell the story of their own conquest.
2. Science fiction as creative resistance by artists from Brazil showing struggle against land grabbing and the destruction of their cultural identity.
3. Science fiction as a social experiment, journey into the unknown in which the first Syrian cosmonaut, who now lives as a refugee in Istanbul, continues his journey to Mars.
4/5. Science fiction as a discussions about the rights of non-human beings and the disappearance of humanity.
Science fiction as impulse to remember that is up to us to build new worlds to ensure that a positive future does not remain science fiction.
Free-thought spaces that I loved
Can you imagine our future? What it looks like?
Finally, I would like to share something I read recently that elicited automatic connections between these two reflective experiences.
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Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, come down
Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?
You're scaring us and all of us, some of us love you
Achilles, it's not much but there's proof
You crazy-assed cosmonaut, remember your virtue
Redemption lies plainly in truth
Just humor us, Achilles, Achilles, come down
Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?
Je vois que beaucoup de gens meurent
Parce qu'ils estiment que la vie ne vaut pas la peine d'être vécue
J'en vois d'autres, qui se font paradoxalement tués pour des idées
Pour des illusions, qui leurs donnent une raison de vivre
Ce, qu'on appelle une raison de vivre est en même temps une excellente raison de mourir
Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, come down
Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?
The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken
Remember the pact of our youth
Where you go, I'm going, so jump and I'm jumping
Since there is no me without you
Soldier on, Achilles, Achilles, come down
Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?
Loathe the way they light candles in Rome
But love the sweet air of the votives
Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone
Engage with the pain as a motive
Today, of all days, see
How the most dangerous thing is to love
How you will heal and you'll rise above
D'un gérant d'immeuble qui s'était tué on disait un jour
Qu'il avait perdu sa fille depuis cinq ans
Qu'il avait beaucoup changé depuis et que cette histoire l'avait
Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, jump now
You are absent of cause or excuse
So self-indulgent and self-referential
No audience could ever want you
You crave the applause yet hate the attention
Then miss it, your act is a ruse
It is empty, Achilles, so end it all now
It's a pointless resistance for you
Ce qui déclenche la crise est presque toujours incontrôlable
Les journaux parlent souvent de chagrins intimes ou de maladie incurable
Ces explications sont valables
Mais il faudrait savoir si le jour même un ami
Du désespéré ne lui a pas parlé sur un ton indifférent
Celui-là est le
Achilles, Achilles, just put down the bottle
Don't listen to what you've consumed
It's chaos, confusion and wholly unworthy
Of feeding and it's wholly untrue
You may feel no purpose nor a point for existing
It's all just conjecture and gloom
And there may not be meaning, so find one and seize it
Do not waste yourself on this roof
Hear those bells ring deep in the soul
Chiming away for a moment
Feel your breath course frankly below
And see life as a worthy opponent
Today, of all days, see
How the most dangerous thing is to love
How you will heal and you'll rise above
Crowned by an overture bold and beyond
Ah, it's more courageous to overcome
Les souvenirs d'une patrie perdue, l'espoir d'une terre promise
Ce divorce entre l'homme de sa vie
You want the acclaim, the mother of mothers (it's not worth it, Achilles)
More poignant than fame or the taste of another (don't listen, Achilles)
But be real and just jump, you dense motherfucker (you're worth more, Achilles)
You will not be more than a rat in the gutter (so much more than a rat)
You want my opinion, my opinion you've got (no one asked your opinion)
You asked for my counsel, I gave you my thoughts (no one asked for your thoughts)
Be done with this now and jump off the roof (be done with this now and get off the roof)
Can you hear me, Achilles? I'm talking to you
I'm talking to you
I'm talking to you
I'm talking to you
Achilles, come down
Achilles, come down
Celle du oui et celle du non
Ce serait trop beau
Mais il faut faire la part de ceux qui, sans conclure, interrogent toujours
Ici, j'ironise à peine, il s'agit de la majorité
Je vois également que ceux qui répondent non agissent comme s'ils pensaient oui
De fait
Throw yourself into the unknown
With pace and a fury defiant
Clothe yourself in beauty untold
And see life as a means to a triumph
Today, of all days, see
How the most dangerous thing is to love
How you will heal and you'll rise above
Crowned by an overture bold and beyond
Ah, it's more courageous to overcome
I’m not familiar with what this is or is from, but very cool!
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Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, come down
Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?
You're scaring us and all of us, some of us love you
Achilles, it's not much but there's proof
You crazy-assed cosmonaut, remember your virtue
Redemption lies plainly in truth
Just humor us, Achilles, Achilles, come down
Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?
Je vois que beaucoup de gens meurent
Parce qu'ils estiment que la vie ne vaut pas la peine d'être vécue
J'en vois d'autres, qui se font paradoxalement tués pour des idées
Pour des illusions, qui leurs donnent une raison de vivre
Ce, qu'on appelle une raison de vivre est en même temps une excellente raison de mourir
Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, come down
Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?
The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken
Remember the pact of our youth
Where you go, I'm going, so jump and I'm jumping
Since there is no me without you
Soldier on, Achilles, Achilles, come down
Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?
Loathe the way they light candles in Rome
But love the sweet air of the votives
Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone
Engage with the pain as a motive
Today, of all days, see
How the most dangerous thing is to love
How you will heal and you'll rise above
D'un gérant d'immeuble qui s'était tué on disait un jour
Qu'il avait perdu sa fille depuis cinq ans
Qu'il avait beaucoup changé depuis et que cette histoire l'avait
Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, jump now
You are absent of cause or excuse
So self-indulgent and self-referential
No audience could ever want you
You crave the applause yet hate the attention
Then miss it, your act is a ruse
It is empty, Achilles, so end it all now
It's a pointless resistance for you
Ce qui déclenche la crise est presque toujours incontrôlable
Les journaux parlent souvent de chagrins intimes ou de maladie incurable
Ces explications sont valables
Mais il faudrait savoir si le jour même un ami
Du désespéré ne lui a pas parlé sur un ton indifférent
Celui-là est le
Achilles, Achilles, just put down the bottle
Don't listen to what you've consumed
It's chaos, confusion and wholly unworthy
Of feeding and it's wholly untrue
You may feel no purpose nor a point for existing
It's all just conjecture and gloom
And there may not be meaning, so find one and seize it
Do not waste yourself on this roof
Hear those bells ring deep in the soul
Chiming away for a moment
Feel your breath course frankly below
And see life as a worthy opponent
Today, of all days, see
How the most dangerous thing is to love
How you will heal and you'll rise above
Crowned by an overture bold and beyond
Ah, it's more courageous to overcome
Les souvenirs d'une patrie perdue, l'espoir d'une terre promise
Ce divorce entre l'homme de sa vie
You want the acclaim, the mother of mothers (it's not worth it, Achilles)
More poignant than fame or the taste of another (don't listen, Achilles)
But be real and just jump, you dense motherfucker (you're worth more, Achilles)
You will not be more than a rat in the gutter (so much more than a rat)
You want my opinion, my opinion you've got (no one asked your opinion)
You asked for my counsel, I gave you my thoughts (no one asked for your thoughts)
Be done with this now and jump off the roof (be done with this now and get off the roof)
Can you hear me, Achilles? I'm talking to you
I'm talking to you
I'm talking to you
I'm talking to you
Achilles, come down
Achilles, come down
Celle du oui et celle du non
Ce serait trop beau
Mais il faut faire la part de ceux qui, sans conclure, interrogent toujours
Ici, j'ironise à peine, il s'agit de la majorité
Je vois également que ceux qui répondent non agissent comme s'ils pensaient oui
De fait
Throw yourself into the unknown
With pace and a fury defiant
Clothe yourself in beauty untold
And see life as a means to a triumph
Today, of all days, see
How the most dangerous thing is to love
How you will heal and you'll rise above
Crowned by an overture bold and beyond
Ah, it's more courageous to overcome
two things:
1: Are you ok. What possessed you do do this.
2: HOW THE FUCK DID YOU KNOW THAT THIS SONG HAS BEEN ROTATING IN MY HEAD FOR THE PAST LIKE WEEK. WHAT.
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