Falling in Love songs

Falling In Love Is One Thing, But Falling In Love With Your BFF Can Be The Greatest Thing In The World. We Collected Our Favorite Lyrics And Videos Of The Best Songs About Falling In Love With ... Love songs go hand-in-hand with romance, so here are several songs you can listen to with your special someone. You can search for the music videos of these songs on Yahoo Music . Songs About Falling in Love 44 Songs Perfect For Falling in Love. February 11, 2020 by Michele Bird. 94.8K Shares One of the most memorable ways to tell someone you're falling in love with them is through music. If you're ... Here, we count down 10 of the all-time greatest rock songs about love, from 1960s classics to modern spin-offs. Fleetwood Mac, “You Make Lovin’ Fun” ... Best Modern Love Songs. Don't forget about today's best heart-warming hits. Rihanna, Adele, Sia and others have been putting out love songs that will one day be classics in their own rights. 'Make You Feel My Love' by Adele. Adele is a vocal powerhouse, and her remake of this Bob Dylan classic is tender, romantic and utterly sentimental. With so many love songs for men, it can be hard to narrow down. Which one to choose from all those falling in love songs for him? We have selected some of the best romantic songs for him along with a short description that we hope can help in your selection process. 1. No One – Alicia Keys Falling in love isn’t just for the young – not with these timeless tips for true romance! 6. Stuck On You – Meiko One of the cutest songs about falling in love, this tune is a treacle-sweet homage to the kind of crush that turns you into a great big, hopeful goof. Love is not planned. Usually, you don’t see the signs that you’re in love until you’re already falling head over heels for someone. Are you in the midst of falling for someone you never thought you’d fall in love with? If you are, then this is the perfect playlist for you. Counting Crows – Accidentally […] When We're Falling In Love, Most Of Us Search For The Perfect List Of The Greatest Love Songs Of All Time To Add To A Playlist Full Of Romantic Music, So We Found 40 Of The Best To Get You Started ... For the Fall in Love with Jesus retreat theme, I chose love songs that are upbeat and exciting and also songs that cause your heart to swell as you take in the magnitude of what it means to love Jesus and to be loved by Him. These are my 10 favorite worship songs for falling in love with Jesus: Change Me – Tamela Mann (listen on YouTube HERE)

Suits - Two Lawyers. One Degree.

2010.10.21 05:03 p337 Suits - Two Lawyers. One Degree.

A subreddit all about USA Network's hit show *Suits*, which centers around lawyer Harvey Specter and his associate Mike Ross (who doesn't have a law degree, but does have a photographic memory), and the law firm where they work.
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2018.11.13 07:01 fcbasenalona Yoe Mase

The home for all there is about Yoe Mase!
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2020.09.28 09:15 MinionMemeMurderer A lesbian 'You Belong With Me' conspiracy theory

This is so stupid but what if it's not...
Has anyone else ever noticed that, despite the music video (which is directed by a cishet man), how in Taylor Swift's iconic song 'You Belong With Me' she never actually uses he/him pronouns in reference to the mysterious 'you' who belongs with her. It got me thinking, what if the song is not actually about Taylor fawning over a boy who has a girlfriend and is actually about her yearning over the cheer captain??!! Whether it was intentional or not I don't mind but ever since I came to this realisation at about 2am I've added it to my collection of queer anthems.
Now all I can think about it a new music video to the song where the band kid falls in love with the cheer captain and, instead of being about jealousy, is about a lesbian accepting herself for who she is and falling in love with her polar opposite. Please help I can't stop thinking that this could be the lesbian anthem that flew under all of our noses ahhh!!
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2020.09.28 08:19 vicastillo Thanks wilbur.

I dont know what led me to type this, it could be that it is 3 am for me or maybe that i am not having a good week, i really dont care if it is one or the other because i am here to just say thank you, thank you for all the good moments you have given me, thank you for all of the songs you have written/played and i have fallen in love with... last but not least thanks for giving me something to grab on to when i was falling.
The first time i watched your content and i saw the passion, the humor and the effort you putted onto the videos.... i fell in love with your content, for me it was a thing of beauty, even when i couldn’t find anything beautiful in my life, even when my dog passed away, even on days i couldn’t stop crying in my bed... you made me happy, you made me look up and say: i CAN do this.
Im typing this at 3:08 AM while i listen to my favorite song you have ever made, crying like its the first time in my life to ever cry... but because of you i can say: it is possible, i can do it.
Thanks.
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2020.09.28 07:18 Vespertine-Valentine The Prometheus Project - Volumn III: The Perfect Story (Last Will & Testament)

What was V writing? Aengus couldn’t decide. He figured V must write about a lot of things—he was a writer, and in order for his dream to come true, he would need to take many names and many forms. He didn’t believe that one “sacred text” could inspire enough people. Instead, he would have to explore myriad formats and stories. But he wanted to boil it down to essentially The Perfect Story, that would be adapted to suit various needs and thereby gain the widest following. What were the main elements?
The basic plot would be about some large group of Good people who band together to overthrow the Evil and oppressive minority ruling class. Isn’t that always the story? Of course, it starts out as a small movement that spreads Enlightenment and Hope among the disaffected, and despite a struggle it triumphs in the end.
V wanted to spread that message in a variety of media, from poems to songs to video games. Aengus did too, but he wasn’t nearly as talented as V, and would need to recruit more people to assist with production. V also planned to make a comic book, something Aengus always wanted to do. He loved Coheed and Cambria (and of course V for Vendetta).
He figured the names and identities (physical, social, psychological) of the figures would vary based on whatever group is being targeted. He didn’t want to write about his own experience or perpetuate bias and prejudice in media. He wanted to break those paradigms. He wanted to appeal to everyone. Everyone needed to feel like a hero and be able to identify with the movement and message. Thus the characters and stories needed to reflect the needs of a broad swath of people, without being preachy or alienating anyone. Indeed, Project Prometheus required the will and action of a massive amount of people of all ages and backgrounds.
But V wanted these stories to be united by symbols. People may not identify with every piece associated with the project, but people could know other fans and adopters by the symbols they wear (on their body, their clothing and accessories, their vehicles, their digital personae, etc.). V hoped that other artists and similar minded folks would adopt the same symbols and contribute their own stories and ideas.
V wanted the idea to be viral. A virus of ideas, something infectious that would spread across the globe. He imagined memes being posted on social media. He also wanted it to be a conversation, to spark conversation.
Aengus paused. Perhaps he should research how to write a good story. Perhaps he needed to write a short story. Maybe that’s what V was working on? Either that or a list of all the things he needed to read and research—but that’s something Aengus needed to do. Maybe V was writing a draft? Where in the story are we?
Aengus wasn’t sure. He was having a hard time focusing. If only he were more like V, he wished.
He decided “why not start somewhere interesting?”
V was writing his will, including a set of instructions for the doomsday scenario fall back plan in the event of his demise. Put simply, it gave the order to commence Ragnarok. It was an insurance plan, in case V was threatened. And V had recently become quite paranoid. He knew he was being followed and that various elements of the world elite were aware of his revolutionary ideas. Recently, a few relatively high-level members of Project Prometheus had disappeared under mysterious circumstances, and allies of the movement were suffering similar oppression.
Ragnarok was a threat and a promise to the ruling class that it was in their best interest to give power up peacefully. Unfortunately, it would likely lead to untold suffering of innocents, so V was trying his best to avert it. It would be a foolish move to remove V, because his movement would not die with him; the documents V was writing should ensure that. If the powers that be wanted to make a martyr of V, he dared them to.
First, V described his succession plan.
But before we do that, let’s give a layout of the structure of the Project Prometheus organization. All members were referred to as Enlightened (sometimes stylized as Vnlightvnvd [e being the fifth letter of the alphabet made it interchangeable with v]). Those who were more committed to and invested in the project were known as Angels (sometimes stylized as Λngels). Angels actively contributed to the organization by whatever means they could (expertise, writing, information sharing, money, organizing, etc.). Above them were Archangels, those who were influential in the organization and helped organize and lead Angels. An offshoot of the Angels were known as One Winged Angels (sometimes called 1WΛ or ∀ngels). These were more prepared for the Apocalypse. They were well armed and often placed in military and policing organizations. They were not afraid to get their hands dirty and defend themselves and the Cause. A bit too bold for many members of the organization, but they were necessary and invaluable.
At the top, just below V, were the Keys. Keys could be considered something like generals, a cabinet, or a senate within the organization. There were a handful of them, and they tended to either be very close to V or very powerful outside the organization. They were critical to the maintenance, growth, and success of the organization. These were V’s most trusted advisers, but he was wary of some of them. At the top was V, the Torchbearer. But it was a rather diverse network. While V had been working on centralizing and unifying, he only had so much influence over what members did. For now, things were going smoothly.
V wasn’t exactly afraid to die, though he wanted to live to see the revolution through. He was worried about what might happen if he did die. He wanted to be responsible with the movement he had helped build. So he began describing the succession plan:
Were V to die, with member input, the Keys would elect a new Torchbearer who would serve until voted out by a supermajority of the Keys. Otherwise the structure of the organization would remain in tact according to the Management Committee unless altered by decree of Torchbearer and Keys.
And what did Ragnarok entail? It put the One Winged Angels on a war footing, and permission to engage the enemy. It would start with a large cache of documents being released. V and his colleagues had been gathering millions of documents laying out abuses of power, corruption, and inhumane, illegal activity from members of the ruling class in nations across the world. It would range from embarrassing to the truly heinous, and condemn thousands of the most powerful people in the world. This ranged from billionaires to heads of state to top politicians, bureaucrats, members of the judiciary, business people, religious figures, etc. The belief was this would be enough ammunition to spark massive protests, which began in stage 2.
How had they acquired all these documents? V was a hacker, and he had an army of hackers and people placed within a variety of organizations with sensitive data. It was a network of whistleblowers who had amassed a treasure trove of sensitive data. At the start, the data would be released to remove those in power. Over time, if demands were not met, the releases would include sensitive military information, trade secrets, etc. All of this should begin to destabilize governments and affect the bottom line of corporations and banks.
While this is going on, the Angels who were installed in social movements and political networks would help organize mass protests. Those with sway over unions would provoke massive strikes. At the same time, mass boycotts would begin. With people in the street, abandoning jobs, and halting the economy, the powerful might begin to listen.
But if that’s not enough, V had another card up his sleeve. V and his collaborators had been writing a series of viruses to take control of a large swath of computers, electric grids, communications systems, etc. They would begin by ransoming large corporations and government agencies. Then they would begin shutting militaries, spy agencies, and police forces out of their own networks, while erasing critical financial data. They would destroy trillions of dollars of wealth and debt. Simultaneously, they would begin tanking the stock market.
The world would be thrown into chaos, and with the help of Project Prometheus, heal. Or so the plan went. It was a gamble and it played with the lives of billions and would likely mean bloodshed and suffering. But it was the best bet for humanity to reform itself before the true Apocalypse, which the world elite were rushing the world towards. The Λpocalypse would be humanity’s last hope; desperate times called for desperate measures.
So if V was so hesitant to begin Ragnarok, why give the go ahead upon death? Well, for one, many of his adherents were calling for it already. But primarily it was because it spelled the end of Project Prometheus without swift action. If V was in danger, so was the Project. V had kept a fairly low profile and prided himself on his anonymity. While he was hyper vigilant and keen to protect himself in myriad ways, he knew he was being watched. He also knew there were spies in the organization. If the organization was compromised, and so was his life, it meant the rest of the members were in danger, as well as allies. Ragnarok meant leverage, power, and safety, and he wouldn’t allow his movement to go down without a fight.
While there was no way for V to keep a precise member count of Enlightened, he knew it was in the tens of thousands, possibly more (it depends where you draw the line of membership, as many members had their own bases, which, if counted, meant influence over hundreds of thousands). He knew there were thousands of Angels, and had a team that kept track of membership and contributions. Indeed, it was becoming a rather large bureaucracy that V was constantly overhauling. Building a movement was hard work. Thankfully, V had a committee comprised of those with expertise in management, from disciplines like political science to organizational studies to law to business, etc. This management committee studied the best way to adopt rules and administer justice within the organization. Essentially the task was to build The Perfect Organization, and it needed to be organic as it increased in size and complexity.
One part of that expanding bureaucracy dealt with managing money. Project Prometheus had tens of millions of US dollars of wealth in a variety of formats and accounts spread across the globe. A committee of Keys oversaw the purse, conferring V for any major decisions. Money came from many sources, including dues, donations, reappropriation, and profit from investments. It was spent wherever necessary to protect members. This could include legal fees, living and medical expenses, etc. It also paid for the labor of some Angels who were devoted to the project full time and lacked another income stream. Angels were protected in case of economic hardship. Funds were also used to purchase land, servers, 3D printers, and whatever capital members needed. It was also used for promoting the movement through physical media and sometimes promoting ally projects.
But V had far more in accounts he personally controlled. Like the Project, his liquid assets were in a variety of denominations and the assets included paper money, precious metals, stocks, etc. The vast majority, however, was in digital currency. His total assets were worth several hundred million US dollars. V had acquired much of that through theft from, and ransom and blackmail of Devils and Rulers. V liked to think of himself as somewhat of a modern-day Robin Hood. V had no qualms; the revolution needed money, and the people he took from did not. A double win for the world.
Instead of directly going to the coffers of the organization, V wanted these millions to be divvied up amongst the Project’s chapters. He wanted there to be some local control so resources would be fairly distributed during Ragnarok. V knew that Ragnarok would be painful, which is why he’d been trying his best to amass wealth for the sake of the movement. V hardly spent any of it himself. He used what he needed, but he kept a low profile and did not lead a lavish lifestyle. On paper, he didn’t make much money. And he didn’t particularly care to spend or own a lot; he was not driven by consumerism or materialism.
V signed the will with his signature Ⓥ✌️. Members often used the victory hand as greeting and farewell. One Winged Angels recognized one another with the Vulcan salute (🖖). The document featured the Project Prometheus logo, a genderless multiracial hand in a fist, holding a flaming rainbow rose. The fist holding a rose was a nod to democratic socialism. The rose was rainbow colored to represent diversity in all domains of life (including but not limited to gender, sexuality, religion, ideology, etc.), just as the fist was a combination of skin tones to represent the common struggle across race and ethnicity. The rose was on fire to represent enlightenment. Just like Prometheus, the Enlightened knew it was their purpose to steal the fire from the gods for themselves. The rainbow rose reinforced the notion of bringing light by including all colors of the visual spectrum. In emojis, it was often rendered thusly:
🔥 🌹 🤙
Aengus sighed. Part of him wanted V to dedicate something to his love in his will. Or maybe he would send out a cache of apologies to ex lovers? Unsent love letters? But Aengus didn’t imagine a love interest for V. Perhaps because he lacked a muse himself, perhaps because he didn’t want V to suffer such a weakness. Not yet, anyway. Romance is certainly useful for storytelling, but he wanted V to be pure, an untouchable messiah. He was torn. Perhaps that’s the reason V pushed so many away. He didn’t want to drag anyone into his world, and feared it would compromise his ability to lead. It would be irresponsible for him to fall in love. But he was human.
Aengus stroked his chin. So many things to consider. Who would V give this document to? How many details did it contain? Who could be trusted? Why was V so worried, and what did he plan to do next?
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2020.09.28 07:18 Vespertine-Valentine The Prometheus Project - Volumn III: The Perfect Story (Last Will & Testament)

What was V writing? Aengus couldn’t decide. He figured V must write about a lot of things—he was a writer, and in order for his dream to come true, he would need to take many names and many forms. He didn’t believe that one “sacred text” could inspire enough people. Instead, he would have to explore myriad formats and stories. But he wanted to boil it down to essentially The Perfect Story, that would be adapted to suit various needs and thereby gain the widest following. What were the main elements?
The basic plot would be about some large group of Good people who band together to overthrow the Evil and oppressive minority ruling class. Isn’t that always the story? Of course, it starts out as a small movement that spreads Enlightenment and Hope among the disaffected, and despite a struggle it triumphs in the end.
V wanted to spread that message in a variety of media, from poems to songs to video games. Aengus did too, but he wasn’t nearly as talented as V, and would need to recruit more people to assist with production. V also planned to make a comic book, something Aengus always wanted to do. He loved Coheed and Cambria (and of course V for Vendetta).
He figured the names and identities (physical, social, psychological) of the figures would vary based on whatever group is being targeted. He didn’t want to write about his own experience or perpetuate bias and prejudice in media. He wanted to break those paradigms. He wanted to appeal to everyone. Everyone needed to feel like a hero and be able to identify with the movement and message. Thus the characters and stories needed to reflect the needs of a broad swath of people, without being preachy or alienating anyone. Indeed, Project Prometheus required the will and action of a massive amount of people of all ages and backgrounds.
But V wanted these stories to be united by symbols. People may not identify with every piece associated with the project, but people could know other fans and adopters by the symbols they wear (on their body, their clothing and accessories, their vehicles, their digital personae, etc.). V hoped that other artists and similar minded folks would adopt the same symbols and contribute their own stories and ideas.
V wanted the idea to be viral. A virus of ideas, something infectious that would spread across the globe. He imagined memes being posted on social media. He also wanted it to be a conversation, to spark conversation.
Aengus paused. Perhaps he should research how to write a good story. Perhaps he needed to write a short story. Maybe that’s what V was working on? Either that or a list of all the things he needed to read and research—but that’s something Aengus needed to do. Maybe V was writing a draft? Where in the story are we?
Aengus wasn’t sure. He was having a hard time focusing. If only he were more like V, he wished.
He decided “why not start somewhere interesting?”
V was writing his will, including a set of instructions for the doomsday scenario fall back plan in the event of his demise. Put simply, it gave the order to commence Ragnarok. It was an insurance plan, in case V was threatened. And V had recently become quite paranoid. He knew he was being followed and that various elements of the world elite were aware of his revolutionary ideas. Recently, a few relatively high-level members of Project Prometheus had disappeared under mysterious circumstances, and allies of the movement were suffering similar oppression.
Ragnarok was a threat and a promise to the ruling class that it was in their best interest to give power up peacefully. Unfortunately, it would likely lead to untold suffering of innocents, so V was trying his best to avert it. It would be a foolish move to remove V, because his movement would not die with him; the documents V was writing should ensure that. If the powers that be wanted to make a martyr of V, he dared them to.
First, V described his succession plan.
But before we do that, let’s give a layout of the structure of the Project Prometheus organization. All members were referred to as Enlightened (sometimes stylized as Vnlightvnvd [e being the fifth letter of the alphabet made it interchangeable with v]). Those who were more committed to and invested in the project were known as Angels (sometimes stylized as Λngels). Angels actively contributed to the organization by whatever means they could (expertise, writing, information sharing, money, organizing, etc.). Above them were Archangels, those who were influential in the organization and helped organize and lead Angels. An offshoot of the Angels were known as One Winged Angels (sometimes called 1WΛ or ∀ngels). These were more prepared for the Apocalypse. They were well armed and often placed in military and policing organizations. They were not afraid to get their hands dirty and defend themselves and the Cause. A bit too bold for many members of the organization, but they were necessary and invaluable.
At the top, just below V, were the Keys. Keys could be considered something like generals, a cabinet, or a senate within the organization. There were a handful of them, and they tended to either be very close to V or very powerful outside the organization. They were critical to the maintenance, growth, and success of the organization. These were V’s most trusted advisers, but he was wary of some of them. At the top was V, the Torchbearer. But it was a rather diverse network. While V had been working on centralizing and unifying, he only had so much influence over what members did. For now, things were going smoothly.
V wasn’t exactly afraid to die, though he wanted to live to see the revolution through. He was worried about what might happen if he did die. He wanted to be responsible with the movement he had helped build. So he began describing the succession plan:
Were V to die, with member input, the Keys would elect a new Torchbearer who would serve until voted out by a supermajority of the Keys. Otherwise the structure of the organization would remain in tact according to the Management Committee unless altered by decree of Torchbearer and Keys.
And what did Ragnarok entail? It put the One Winged Angels on a war footing, and permission to engage the enemy. It would start with a large cache of documents being released. V and his colleagues had been gathering millions of documents laying out abuses of power, corruption, and inhumane, illegal activity from members of the ruling class in nations across the world. It would range from embarrassing to the truly heinous, and condemn thousands of the most powerful people in the world. This ranged from billionaires to heads of state to top politicians, bureaucrats, members of the judiciary, business people, religious figures, etc. The belief was this would be enough ammunition to spark massive protests, which began in stage 2.
How had they acquired all these documents? V was a hacker, and he had an army of hackers and people placed within a variety of organizations with sensitive data. It was a network of whistleblowers who had amassed a treasure trove of sensitive data. At the start, the data would be released to remove those in power. Over time, if demands were not met, the releases would include sensitive military information, trade secrets, etc. All of this should begin to destabilize governments and affect the bottom line of corporations and banks.
While this is going on, the Angels who were installed in social movements and political networks would help organize mass protests. Those with sway over unions would provoke massive strikes. At the same time, mass boycotts would begin. With people in the street, abandoning jobs, and halting the economy, the powerful might begin to listen.
But if that’s not enough, V had another card up his sleeve. V and his collaborators had been writing a series of viruses to take control of a large swath of computers, electric grids, communications systems, etc. They would begin by ransoming large corporations and government agencies. Then they would begin shutting militaries, spy agencies, and police forces out of their own networks, while erasing critical financial data. They would destroy trillions of dollars of wealth and debt. Simultaneously, they would begin tanking the stock market.
The world would be thrown into chaos, and with the help of Project Prometheus, heal. Or so the plan went. It was a gamble and it played with the lives of billions and would likely mean bloodshed and suffering. But it was the best bet for humanity to reform itself before the true Apocalypse, which the world elite were rushing the world towards. The Λpocalypse would be humanity’s last hope; desperate times called for desperate measures.
So if V was so hesitant to begin Ragnarok, why give the go ahead upon death? Well, for one, many of his adherents were calling for it already. But primarily it was because it spelled the end of Project Prometheus without swift action. If V was in danger, so was the Project. V had kept a fairly low profile and prided himself on his anonymity. While he was hyper vigilant and keen to protect himself in myriad ways, he knew he was being watched. He also knew there were spies in the organization. If the organization was compromised, and so was his life, it meant the rest of the members were in danger, as well as allies. Ragnarok meant leverage, power, and safety, and he wouldn’t allow his movement to go down without a fight.
While there was no way for V to keep a precise member count of Enlightened, he knew it was in the tens of thousands, possibly more (it depends where you draw the line of membership, as many members had their own bases, which, if counted, meant influence over hundreds of thousands). He knew there were thousands of Angels, and had a team that kept track of membership and contributions. Indeed, it was becoming a rather large bureaucracy that V was constantly overhauling. Building a movement was hard work. Thankfully, V had a committee comprised of those with expertise in management, from disciplines like political science to organizational studies to law to business, etc. This management committee studied the best way to adopt rules and administer justice within the organization. Essentially the task was to build The Perfect Organization, and it needed to be organic as it increased in size and complexity.
One part of that expanding bureaucracy dealt with managing money. Project Prometheus had tens of millions of US dollars of wealth in a variety of formats and accounts spread across the globe. A committee of Keys oversaw the purse, conferring V for any major decisions. Money came from many sources, including dues, donations, reappropriation, and profit from investments. It was spent wherever necessary to protect members. This could include legal fees, living and medical expenses, etc. It also paid for the labor of some Angels who were devoted to the project full time and lacked another income stream. Angels were protected in case of economic hardship. Funds were also used to purchase land, servers, 3D printers, and whatever capital members needed. It was also used for promoting the movement through physical media and sometimes promoting ally projects.
But V had far more in accounts he personally controlled. Like the Project, his liquid assets were in a variety of denominations and the assets included paper money, precious metals, stocks, etc. The vast majority, however, was in digital currency. His total assets were worth several hundred million US dollars. V had acquired much of that through theft from, and ransom and blackmail of Devils and Rulers. V liked to think of himself as somewhat of a modern-day Robin Hood. V had no qualms; the revolution needed money, and the people he took from did not. A double win for the world.
Instead of directly going to the coffers of the organization, V wanted these millions to be divvied up amongst the Project’s chapters. He wanted there to be some local control so resources would be fairly distributed during Ragnarok. V knew that Ragnarok would be painful, which is why he’d been trying his best to amass wealth for the sake of the movement. V hardly spent any of it himself. He used what he needed, but he kept a low profile and did not lead a lavish lifestyle. On paper, he didn’t make much money. And he didn’t particularly care to spend or own a lot; he was not driven by consumerism or materialism.
V signed the will with his signature Ⓥ✌️. Members often used the victory hand as greeting and farewell. One Winged Angels recognized one another with the Vulcan salute (🖖). The document featured the Project Prometheus logo, a genderless multiracial hand in a fist, holding a flaming rainbow rose. The fist holding a rose was a nod to democratic socialism. The rose was rainbow colored to represent diversity in all domains of life (including but not limited to gender, sexuality, religion, ideology, etc.), just as the fist was a combination of skin tones to represent the common struggle across race and ethnicity. The rose was on fire to represent enlightenment. Just like Prometheus, the Enlightened knew it was their purpose to steal the fire from the gods for themselves. The rainbow rose reinforced the notion of bringing light by including all colors of the visual spectrum. In emojis, it was often rendered thusly:
🔥 🌹 🤙
Aengus sighed. Part of him wanted V to dedicate something to his love in his will. Or maybe he would send out a cache of apologies to ex lovers? Unsent love letters? But Aengus didn’t imagine a love interest for V. Perhaps because he lacked a muse himself, perhaps because he didn’t want V to suffer such a weakness. Not yet, anyway. Romance is certainly useful for storytelling, but he wanted V to be pure, an untouchable messiah. He was torn. Perhaps that’s the reason V pushed so many away. He didn’t want to drag anyone into his world, and feared it would compromise his ability to lead. It would be irresponsible for him to fall in love. But he was human.
Aengus stroked his chin. So many things to consider. Who would V give this document to? How many details did it contain? Who could be trusted? Why was V so worried, and what did he plan to do next?
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2020.09.28 07:11 tjaylea I'm a commentator for a tournament of nightmares. Before we reach the end, I got the interview of a lifetime.

Where this tournament began.
If you're lost or wish to know more; Here's some extra info on our fighters provided by the NFC.
Where we left off: For every victory, there's an even greater consequence.
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There was only one person among the crowd not applauding, not celebrating and not cheering.
Nelle had been trembling since she looked over the distorted form of Wendy and had barely calmed down now that things had settled.
Together, we looked at the descending screen showcasing the fight between Malphas and Zunkle, the countdown to their match and the title fight following it. There was a moment of silence before she put her hands on my arm, gripping the bicep tightly.
“We need to talk. I think it’s time to be honest about some things. Bring your equipment, even the music player. We'll need it.”
I stared back and went to open my mouth, but thought better of it and nodded as we took off for her intended destination, darting & weaving through the crowds as deftly as we could. Nelle refused to let go of my arm the entire time. Though if it was out of necessity or fear, I couldn’t tell you.
Passing through the third ring of the venue, something bumped into us and sent me hurtling to the ground, smacking my skull on the concrete and struggling to get up amid swathes of eager audience members looking to make a bet, grab a snack or discuss tactics. Each time I tried to get up, eyes blurry and ears ringing, something would knock me back over.
A gruff hand took me by the shirt and hoisted me effortlessly to my feet, dusting me off. “It’s gonna happen soon, Sal. Protect ‘em, like you promised.” A cocky, brash voice called from behind me as a furry head nuzzled against my hand for the briefest of moments. Before I could turn back, the figure pushed me forward, through the crowd and towards Nelle, who’d only just spotted me.
“Up here, we’ve got the area to ourselves. Just the three of us.” She muttered, leading me to a wall adjacent to the pit, an embedded ladder leading to a hatch above.
“Three? You mean the guy and his dog who just picked me up?” I asked, following her up the steps and the promise of fresh air filling me with vigour. She twitched when I said that, frozen in place as if stabbed with a dagger. Without looking back, she shook her head.
“No, not them… You’ll see.”
With that, she hoisted the hatch open and climbed up, helping me to my feet as we traversed the concrete and over to a pair of sofas and a coffee table opposite the edge of the building. The stars above rhythmic in their blinking, constellations I couldn’t recognise swirling in the inky blackness, promising secrets untold if I just sat down to decipher them. Across from the building, we could see a pair of lit up billboard’s, one highlighting the: "Natural beauty and mystique of Sturgeon: the nations black pearl!" The latter offering a stay at the eponymous Hotel Inertia, the pair of finely crafted Olive Tree doors sporting an ouroboros serpent across the length of them, a radiant woman standing in front. Middle-aged, a shaven black head and a trim frame adorned by a blue suit with not a single button out of place, smiling wide with the motto of the establishment beneath her.
“The Hotel Inertia; A room for Sturgeon’s finest. A floor for every occasion.”
I felt something the longer I stared at the billboard. Prying my eyes away felt like the smart thing to do as I followed Nelle over to the couches. She propped her feet up and winced, wounds still tender from her brush with death.
“It always finds a way to keep me going, though I’d hoped I’d never have to have this conversation. Least of all with you…” She pinched her nose and let out a bitter chuckle.
“Fate is cruel, isn’t it, Sal?”
She gestured for me to sit down and mechanically, as if I was awaiting grim news, I did so. Setting up the recording equipment and hitting play, I fell back into my usual role as a broadcaster.
I spoke my mind.
“Madame Lockwood… Nelle… what is it you need to tell me? So much of my time here has been spent in secrecy, voices calling from the shadows and people who know ME but I don't know them. I... I need some answers. I need them from you." I asked, keeping it blunt was the best course of action to begin with. Open questions allowed for better answers. She sighed and without looking at me, began talking, her lip quivering.
“We talked about the monk & the nun before, the idea that there is a constant cycle of birth, pursuit, struggle, death, regret and forget. I’m not going to insult your intelligence by stating that it's JUST a story, we both know it’s not. But since this began, both the story and this…”
She gestured around her, signalling the NFC tournament.
“You’ve been kept in the dark about the various roles at work. Some of those threads will unravel themselves before the night is done. Some will be obvious and some will… inevitably hurt. But, the one thread I suspect you wouldn’t know of without intervention, is the one I hold onto…”
She reached over the table and grabbed the music player, scrolling to her chosen playlist and hitting play.
Slowly, she pulled out a locket from around her neck alongside the ear she’d severed from the lycanthrope, placing it on the table with a small thud.
“This is the ear of Buck Nasty McGraw… Sir Simon “Buck Nasty” McGraw, to be specific… He got the two tiered moniker from taking out his first abomination… a Lycanthrope that’d been eating the denizens of a local indigenous village. It bucked and kicked around while he frantically held on, laughing heartily like there was nowhere else he’d rather be… from that day on, he was Buck Nasty McGraw. Never a dull moment or cruel bone in his body, he’d only take down what was a threat.” She smiled wistfully, eyes glazed over with years of pain and regret. “He was my confidant, my friend and my everything. Far away from the eyes of Sturgeon in another world entirely, we hunted down a rogue group of individuals seeking a power no-one should ever wish to behold. They’d housed themselves in the lives of unsuspecting townsfolk, whispering in their ear to do unspeakable things and bring them items to cause unmitigated disasters. When the elder reached out, he called them “The Order of 8” but they had a more direct titling…”
She looked over as the hatch swung open and a battered, tired Wendy hoisted herself up and walked over, arm still bandaged up and face-mask once again in its rightful place as she finished Nelle’s sentence.
“The Unbounded. The same scourge that dogged us in The Hotel. They were called “The Order of the 8th floor” before we came to know them intimately.”
There was a chill that ran through my bones, the very phrase standing my hairs on end, and made the surroundings feel like they rattled for a moment. Nelle nodded.
“Buck and I went in there to stop them. Buck was special, you see. He had an innate ability to see what nobody else could, to befriend any creature that had the capacity to love and to identify the weaknesses of those who would seek to do us harm. But in this particular instance, it was my specialities that were needed. In the life before I became The Compendium Keeper, I was known as something else. A Sin Eater. The last Sin Eater, to be exact.”
She took pause and passed the locket over, the faded image of a younger Nelle in her 20s, dreads tied back in a bun with dimples in her cheeks as she smiled ear to ear. A dashing man in his 30s winking at the camera with his muscular arm draped over her, adorned in tattoos and a thick black beard, sporting a stetson and a gold tooth that shone brightly even from the sepia toned photo, his ears adorned with piercings and a stretched lobe on the right. She directed my attention to the severed Lycanthrope ear on the table. Adorned with piercings and a small hole at the bottom of the skin.
“We went in there and began extracting them one by one, before something happened and we were left with a choice; Buck could give up me or something just as precious… he chose the latter, leaving me with a world devoid of him and a new purpose: Seek out the evil that subjected him to a fate worse than death, help end the cycle and guide the next group in their time of need. Such is my role. Buck lost me, but you can still save Nora.”
I looked at her dumbfounded, wondering how on earth I fit into any of this.
“Nora Zayne does not need saving from anyone, she’s clearly a beast who knows how to fight. I’m just an ordinary guy.”
She smiled at me, clearly in a place of far greater understanding than I was, but without that air of superiority. She simply offered warmth when she spoke.
“She knows as well as you do how strong she is, but that isn’t the kind of saving I’m referring to. She will need you at a critical moment and how you respond will change everything afterwards.” She sighs and tucks the ear away, keeping the locket out. “And as for you being ordinary? Right now, yes. But much like Buck, Sully, Sigurd & Sema before you, you’ll become something wonderful. When the time is right. She left you a note, didn't she?”
I blinked, thinking back to the note I'd seen on top of The Compendium right before Nelle's fight:
"Sal,
This tournament is coming to a close and you’re going to see things you don’t want to. Things that will hurt. But if you believe in anything while you’re here, make it this:
You are only as powerless as you let yourself feel. You are only as in control as you allow yourself to be. You can be the background noise in a busy room or the light that punctures the darkness.
But either way, you’ll always be my friend.
- N”
"You mean... that wasn't..." I breathed, but she shushed me softly. She leaned forward and kissed my forehead, a motherly affection running through me as she cupped my cheek and patted it gently before walking off to the hatch.
“In the right light, you even remind me of him…” She grinned and I saw years peel away in the wake of her joy. I just nodded, still dumbfounded. “I’d best get our notes prepared for the exhibition match and have a word with our eponymous Nora. You still have the interview of a lifetime, right?”
Turning back, Wendy was already splayed out on the couch, arm draped over her eyes and one leg crossed at the knee bouncing in rhythm.
“A promise is a promise, Sal. I’m sure all those at home will get a kick outta this…” She took her good arm away from her face for just a moment, long enough to give the Hotel Inertia billboard the finger. “Fuckin’ hellhole, I wonder how the fuck it’s even still standing?”
“So you were a resident in this Hotel? What happened? How did you get from there to… here?” I took out a notepad and began hastily jotting down shorthand, something I’d learned to do from my younger days as a fight analyst on live broadcasts. Certainly not for the bum-fights, regrettable as those were to be a part of.
“Resident isn’t the right word. I wouldn’t have even said I was from Sturgeon prior to meeting the gang, because to me: Sturgeon didn’t exist. Every floor in that fuckin’ structure is its own reality. Its own world. One floor, where we met our friend Robin, contained an entire tent community basking in the sickening sounds of a grand gazebo atop the hill that made them all docile, sickly and weak. When we stopped the sound, they began tearing each other apart. The last thing we saw was the elders skull being caved in as the doors closed.” She sat up and leaned forward, putting a finger up as if to stop me from asking something.
“To be clear: The elevator stopped inside the tip of a rooftop terrace, not unlike the one that we have here with the hatch. There was NOTHING above but black skies, the expanse beyond this floor was endless. And yet… we ascended when we got back in, not descended. That entire Hotel houses things you could never dream of. Including where I came from, a cul-de-sac of domesticated monsters…”
For the first time, I saw a deep pain in Wendy, even more pronounced than the initial anger after seeing Nelle fall. She was shaking, fists balled up so tight that the fingers cut into the palms, eyes alight with passion.
“I don’t remember being a child. I just remember waking up in the middle of this prissy, far too perfect cul-de-sac with monsters pretending they weren’t monsters. That bitch over there on the billboard picked me up, my body just filled with the kind of impending doom you feel when you see someone driving dangerously on the road in front of you or walking down a street at night and the only other guy on the footpath has his hood up and is making a beeline for you… just absolute fucking dread. As she knocked on the door of the people that would come to be my “adopted family”, I remember her looking down at me with wide eyes, tiny pupils and a grin that looked like it was on tenterhooks. She said: “you’ll be a fantastic offering for the others” before everything faded to black…"
She shivered and I felt the same disgust and dread she felt. The idea of being somewhere you didn't recognise, the last face you see that of utter malice and sinister intent emanating from their being. I'd been there...
"Some time later, I found a crazy guy named Sigurd laying in a crumpled heap by the elevator doors. I tended to him and he got to see firsthand what role I played in the hungry family… that of their endless meal. I don’t know what it was about him, but something in the way he behaved, spoke to his friends or maybe his will to survive… but I swear to god that it was the first time I truly woke up.”
She ran a hand through her hair, breathing out dramatically and sniffing.
“Man, if and when I see him again, I need to thank him properly. He helped me see something in myself that I knew was always there but had been too stuck in my own head to realise…”
“Freedom” I asked, tapping my pen against the notepad. She shook her head.
“Value."
There was a silence and I grew a stronger respect for her, not even realising the importance of self worth in the strong until that very moment.
"After that, we acquired some new friends; one in the town of sickly sounds, a guy in a lone radio tower, and so it went. We’d eventually take on The Order Of The 8th Floor and all their horrors, before we ended up reuniting with The Concierge on the top floor, worse for wear and with a couple of losses in our wake. When all was said and done, we had her beat and Sigurd walked over to put an end to things. I’ll never forget how she smiled when the lightning struck or the last thing she ever said…”
The wind picked up and I felt a bitter snap behind it, either my empathy was through the roof and I could feel what Wendy felt… or something ominous was in the air.
“One down. Seven to go.” She finished, getting up and shaking her head. “I’m only just now understanding what she meant, but that question would lead me to rumours about the NFC and their tournaments. I decided to make myself a target for the upcoming Openweight tournament and seek out more answers, maybe get my wish along the way if I happened to win… of course, that didn’t happen and it leads me to a question for you, Sal.” She leaned down and looked me dead in the eyes, that mask more intimidating up close, power radiating from every pore of her skin.
“Who made me feral? Who took out Qwong Xiao? Who is pulling the strings and why? You don’t see it as convenient that Eustace De Kolta, well known Wendigo hater, ends up facing a version of me that couldn’t see sense? That former challenger Nora Zayne is in there too?”
“They’re setting up for something more…” I breathed, the tapping of my pen stopping. “But what?”
“All I know is I’ll be on hand to help, however I can. Something tells me that we’re all gonna be needed when this is over. Beyond that, I have a feeling this exhibition match is going to be… interesting.” She cracked her back before walking off, holding up a lazy thumbs up with her good arm. “Thanks Sal, takes a skilled guy to do what you do and to let me run my mouth like that, hope it was worth it!”
“I hope you see Sigurd again, Wendy. I’m sure he’d be proud of what you’ve done here. I know I am.” I blurted out, almost on command. She stopped in her tracks and didn’t turn back, but I saw her hand shaking as she put it back in her pocket.
“Hell, now you know my wish. Good luck, Sal. You’ll need it.”
-
Sitting there and gathering my notes, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed in the moment, as I had done so many times throughout this tournament. It’s not so much that the world revolves around me, because it doesn’t, but to even consider I have my own part to play in this is a lot to absorb for someone who is used to calling the action from the safety of a booth or behind a computer screen.
Why someone as decidedly dull and boring as me has a place here among killers is beyond me, but the more time passes, the more I feel that surge of emotion and desire to do SOMETHING.No matter what happens next, I have to do my part. I just wish I knew what that was.
Picking up my things, I realised Nelle had left her locket and, not wanting it to get stolen or lost, I picked it up.
A flash of memories hit me like a freight train. Holding onto a great beast as a younger Nelle screamed in fear, a conversation shrouded in darkness with a pair of sunken eyes floating in front of Nelle as I stood there, powerless. A deal with a gold toothed shadow, the handshake that sent shockwaves through my body…
“Hurts, doesn’t it, Sal?”
Whipping round, the voice seemed to come from all directions and I immediately recognised it as that of Moirah, one of the sisters. A tapping that sounded as if it was pounding on my eardrums reverberating around us, the thick air ripe with the smell of sulphur.
“All those places, all those memories jostling for position. Like a mass in your skull… It builds strength, malice and accumulates the experiences you build over time before one day bursting and taking you with it. Life isn’t like a box of chocolates… no, it’s like an aneurysm; You never know which moment will be your last.”
Hands gripped my shoulders and thick yellow nails dug into the soft flesh, pulling up at my tendons and moving me without my consent. My arms reaching out for the locket, Moirah giggling in my ear and Clodagh’s incessant banging making my eyes throb.
“We are tired of waiting. Tired of constant mis-steps by you and those associated. If you cannot willingly understand the truth, we shall force it out of you. There is too much at stake for failure.”
Hands grasp around the locket and the images begin to burn into my skull; Downing a drink that burns my insides. A lightning strike surging through my body. A gunshot to the head. A plane crash. A white snake curled in my arms as I slip away. The tear-stained face of someone I know strangling me as I helplessly struggle and buck my hips for dear life. Everything ebbs out of me and my knees buckle to the floor. All I see is red, my nose dripping blood and the world fading into nothing more than a pink hue.
“She… she needs me.” I gurgle, the hands pushing down on me with extreme force, the tapping evolving into a thunderous chorus of aggression at my resistance.
“She needs nothing from you. She only needs to play her part and that will be achieved with or without you. You are inconsequential. You are moments from fulfilling your purpose.”
More flashes as a deep shade of red fills my peripheral vision. A young woman laying in her apartment, blood everywhere and an empty crib. The sounds of despair as the woman on the other end of a phone is beaten to death. Nelle crouched over a body and sobbing… Nora. Nora’s warm face as she hugs me before her last fight in the NFC. Why is she hugging me?
“It’ll be fine. Trust me. I’ll win it for both of us.”
Something in me snapped. A protective instinct I didn’t know I had. Pulling at the hands and feeling the pain surge through my chest, I didn’t care in that moment, I just knew I had to get up.
“No. I have to… I’m all she has. We bring each other strength… you can’t stop that!” My body moved before I gave the command. My left leg flew out from under me and drove itself upwards, front of the foot colliding with the face of Moirah behind me. Bone fragments and blood accompanying a loud groan as I felt my body freed and the thunderous booming returning to a tap. Not waiting for a retaliation, I swiped the locket into my bag with my sleeve and dashed for the hatch, nearly tumbling down the stairs as I hit the bottom, breathing heavily.
What the fuck did I just do?
I took my time walking back to the venue, nobody giving me any trouble or even a dirty look for once. If anything, people seemed to go out of their way to avoid even looking at me. Which, after what had transpired previously, was welcomed.
I sat down just as the 2 minute bell called out and the exhibition match was announced.
This was going to be bloody.
-
As the lights dimmed, Alduin walked over to me, cape billowing behind her and a manic grin on her face as a cinderblock hand slapped my back and damn near winded me.
“Sal! Glad I caught ya, loving the musical vibes you’ve been putting out there. SO much so, that I have a few… additions for ya. I mentioned to Madame Lockwood there n’ she said they were already on the device. Damned if I know how… technology ain’t one of my friends. But, if ya could play these during those ever so pivotal moments in the upcoming fight and during mine & Nora’s entrance, I’d be pretty damn grateful… Oh, speaking of: since I’m the one fighting, I’m gonna need ya to do the announcing. That won’t be a problem, will it?” Her eye flashed, and the eyepatch rumbled, the exhaustion of what transpired out there suddenly setting in, making me feel decidedly ordinary as I nodded.
“You got it, Commissioner. Whatever you need.” I croaked, fumbling with my bag as everything spilled onto the table, Alduin laughing as she walked off.
“That’s why I like ya, Sal. You just do it. You’re certainly a changed man! Ha!” She stretched as she sauntered off to get the microphone. I guess even warming up wouldn’t stop her from showmanship.
I reached out for the locket when Nelle grabbed it first, as if she knew I shouldn’t touch it. Whisking up my notes with far quicker hands and placing it on the table, she thanked me before silently pointing to the recording material as the lights dimmed.
“Fight fans, before we reach the conclusion of this night under the NFC banner, we have two very special matches for you. Our first is one forged in blood and spilled just as much. It’ll be a battle between Father and Son as the former attempts to help the latter see the error of his ways and perhaps seek a little justice for the lost lives here tonight. Without further ado, we throw it over to Commissioner Alduin Von Trier for the official introductions.”
I pointed to Alduin, who grabbed the mic with gusto and began her spiel.
“Without further do, let’s get this blood feud on the road! In the corner to my left: He is the Jersey Devil, our resident chef and the Father of violence… Put your hands together for Zunk!”
I looked down at him. He was in a tank top with fighter shorts, his gargantuan frame only accentuated without the chef’s outfit and apron. His usually pleasant expression replace with a cold indifference as he stared a hole in the opposite direction. Towards his opponent.
“And in the corner to my right: He was a standout fighter in this year’s tournament and one that brought us violence at the very start of the proceedings, so it’s only right we end with him. He was formally paired with his entourage, Mr. Stares, but he’s now back in his usual form; The Black Dog Of Jersey: Malphas!”
She gave both an eager look before leaping out of dodge and to the safety of her perch as she walked off, understandably to train, but throwing her hand in the air and bellowing “BEGIN!” For the match to start.
NFC EXHIBITION MATCH: “JERSEY DEVIL” ZUNKLE VS “PUPPET MASTER” MALPHAS
Malphas, unchanged from the last time we saw him, took furtive steps forward, cocking his head to the side as he grinned, the nails in his lips now nothing more than bloodied holes which stained his teeth.
“Well pops, we knew this was gonna happen at some point. To be the baddest, you have to take out the best and the weakest. You taught me that.” Zunk stood his ground, unflinching in his resolve and unwilling to move.
“I didn’t teach you a damn thing. I tried to channel your anger and hatred into something productive. I thought you’d grow out of it.” He clenched his fist. “But you only got worse.”
-THUMP-
Without warning, Zunk struck himself square in the stomach with all his might, his eyes widening in pain and a wheeze leaving his lungs as Malphas continued to walk him down.
“Well, you didn’t teach me directly… But I sought out info, determined to find out what was so WRONG with me. Until I was found, reborn, and told the most important piece of wisdom I’d ever get. Do you know what that was, Dad?” He twitched his fingers and Zunk pulled his head back, fingers pulling on the hair so tight it threatened to pull out thick black tufts. Malphas leaned forward, inches away from his father’s bloodied face.
“The sins of the father will always impact on the son. But you can so easily reverse that, if you’re willing and open to doing what needs to be done.”
He curled his hand; the fingers twisting and Zunk’s body doing as he obeyed. His arm volleying back for another unprotected shot at his face, but his head also being forced forward by the other hand in a macabre torture technique.
“He’s using him as a goddamn punching bag… literally a human puppet. Is there anything he can do, Nelle?” I look over to her, the book is closed, and she’s resting her elbows on it, hands clasped and over her mouth.
“Not if he wants to keep what little of his soul he has left, Sal.” She replied, as if speaking from experience. I felt a lump in my throat as I looked back, Malphas laughing giddily at the prolonged beating his Father was sustaining.
“Marvellous, now let’s try taking out that tongue, no more bullshit spewed from your mouth!” He clapped his hands, observing the battered father figure and framing him like he’d done with Rex. “Hmm… or maybe we should just take the head entirely? Hard to say when you’re having so much fun!”“There’s really no hope for you, is there, boy? If I brought you back to your Mother… what would she think of you now?” Zunk called through gritted teeth and smatterings of blood. Malphas just laughed.
“She’d probably wonder how she came back to life and why she’s nothing more than a bag of bones! Still, better than being a sack of meat, right? I’d have probably had to cut her up too. So safety the or-“
A punch flew from Zunk that instead of hitting his own face would connect with the stomach of his son. The force of which sent him flying back, feet dragging through the pit floor and dropping him to his knees.
“Hey, Sal. There’s a song of mine on there, think you could do me a solid and uhh… y’know? Oh and don’t put it on an odd number.” He didn’t even look at me, instead muttering the prime numbers in quick succession under his breath.
Sure enough, I scrolled down and saw a single song under his name.
It simply said; “Blizzard.”
The deep bass rang out and Zunk cracked his neck as he walked towards Malphas. Who, to his credit, was up to one knee and one hand on his stomach, the other twisting in front of him.
Again, Zunk saw resistance, his right arm striking at him repeatedly and smashing his ears, jaw and nose. But each shot just made him more determined to walk forward, spitting out blood on the fourth punch.
Malphas backs off and places his hands and legs against the wall, a cornered and frightened animal as Zunk walks him down, determined.
“You always thought The Jersey Devil was some goat-like creature of the night, didn’t you? I never told you that it was always just me… a part of me that I kept firmly locked away and promised to never touch again when I met your mother. After we had you, bad people came after me. Very, very bad people. They got to her while I was away, made you watch what they did to her. Christ, you were four…”
Zunk stopped in front of his son, pity across his face.
“I went after them, did what any husband and father would do, but worse… Still, you changed so much after that. But I believe there’s still hope for you. Some glimmer of what your mother was in there. You just need to take my hand and we can put this behind us, a few broken teeth, and some fractured ribs are nothing to a family like ours.”
He outstretched his hand and Nelle shook her head in dismay.
Malphas stretched his own out and for a moment, I thought we’d see our first good ending to a bout.
To my horror and disgust, I was wrong.
Malphas leaned forward and sank his teeth into Zunk’s hand, biting at the fingers until he tore off one of the digits at the mid-point, the blood spraying across his face and the canvas. He spat the finger out and coated his hand in it, giggling as he crawled along the wall and away from Zunk.
“There is only ONE family and it sure as hell isn’t yours. With your blood on MY hands, I can show you just how good I am at control. As I did with Zanaya, Rex and the rest. I am DAMN good at carrying out my master’s will, and as long as I get to carve people up, I’ll keep on doing it!” He held his hand up and Zunk’s face grew vacant, his mouth hung open and he bore the same expression the others had done before him.
This was the prelude to the end.
“I can’t believe this. Of all the sick things I’ve seen in this tournament, biting the literal hand that feeds has got to be one of the worst! Malphas should be ashamed, but given his prior antics, I don’t think that’s possible! Get up, Zunk! Move for god’s sake!” I pleaded, my hands shaking, and the fear of losing someone else with no means to save them filled me with such dread, but there was nothing I could do.
Nelle didn’t move from her analytical stance and the crowd bayed for blood as the techno music swelled.
Malphas walked over with confidence, pulling a weapon from his back and brandishing it playfully as he got closer. He showed no hesitation as he drove the blade deep into Zunk’s chest, dark blood running down his torso to the delight of his son.
“Guess blood ties do run deep, huh?” He looked at the trail and laughed. “Best of luck, dad. I’ll keep your legacy going and improve on it!” He patted the shoulder of his still standing but vacant father as he began to walk back, never seeing the surging knee coming for his temple as he turned.
Malphas flew through the air and crumpled into a heap on the ground as Zunk lowered his leg, sadness and disappointment riddled across his face.
Malphas tried to scramble, but Zunk was quick. He picked him up by the head, his gargantuan hands cupping the younger man in them as if holding a coconut. He slammed him down once to pacify him before hurling him towards the centre of the pit, no longer able to crawl away.
Every step Zunk took bore the weight of what he was about to do, echoing the gravity of the words when he spoke:
“As of late, you’ve been doing terrible things. Things I cannot forgive, forget or ignore.”
“Please… dad, I’m sorry! I’ll… I’ll leave the services of my masters... of the order and I’ll stop what I’m doing… I’ll change. I swear! Oh god… please, help! I deserve better, I did what was asked of me! Are ANY of you gonna help me?!” He snivelled and darted frantic eyes around the venue, but none would intervene as his father honed in like a lion ready to make the kill.
“There is no other avenue left for you, Malphas. But, let me offer you one final piece of fatherly advice…”
Zunk raises his fist, his entire body twisting back with the force he’s generating and his eyes glowing like that of the Jersey Devil he is synonymous for. Malphas’ whimpering a mere backdrop to the swelling beat and his father’s chilling final words.
“Leaving this world is not as scary as it seems.”
With that, he drove the fist down onto Malphas’ face with such force that the venue shook. When the dust cleared, there was a divot left where Malphas’ head resided, the decapitation marks on his neck clear as day, something resembling scorch marks across the neck lining as Zunk raised his bloodied fist from the hole and walked back without a single word.
It was over.
I looked at the broken body of a man who had spent this entire tournament dismantling the enemy, pulling their strings and making sure at least three families were torn apart by his insatiable lust for destruction. But my mind wasn’t on that, nor was it on what was going through the mind of a man who had just rekindled the flame of his old violent moniker to take out his son. Hell, for a moment, it wasn’t even on the upcoming title fight that would determine everything.
It was on what he said in those final moments of bravado that stuck with me.
The claims of pulling the strings, making sure everything went to plan for his “masters”.
But before I could ask Nelle what she thought, I was handed a slip of paper that contained the details for the bout. Standard things like the fighters names, monikers and the match stipulations.
There were two things on that slip of paper that caused me to break out in a sweat and my heart to jump into my throat and stay there. Just two simple sentences changed my world and raised the stakes of the title fight exponentially so.
The match type? 3 Stages of Hell. First to 2 victories wins the belt.
The names? NFC Champion Von Trier and Sabotta.
Nora Sabotta.
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2020.09.28 06:56 patricks_sideburns A Spencer Centric Concept Animation Idea

I want to start an animated series on my Youtube channel called What If Panic! Were Fall Out Boy. One of the videos I've always wanted to do is a video focusing only on Spencer. I know what song I want to do for Spencer it's one of my favorite songs from Underneath The Cork Tree. XO. I wanna do love story between Spencer and his wife Linda. I decided to reimagine them during the AFYCSO era in late 2005 due to Cork Tree being released around 2004-2005. Animation will be in 3D animation once I get the hang of it.
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2020.09.28 06:53 IareRubberDucky Danganronpa +4: American Despair (refined character list)

I posted a character list a while ago and from then, I've made some changes. I'll also add the plot in for kicks.
Plot:
Twenty students were lured to the town of Hope Falls, Montana and found the town too cheery for their arrival. All that entered were knocked out and awoke to a very different town. They saw a normal town transform into a Hellish landscape. Cars were on fire, buildings were abandoned and boarded up, roadblocks covered the streets, and bodies hung the street lights. Now awake, the twenty have to participate in a Killing Game while trying to piece together what happened in Hope Falls.
Ultimate Thief: Houston Mendell
Growing up homeless, Houston learned how to survive on the streets of whatever city or town he was in. Not only that, but his parents died while he was barely a toddler and he was taken care of by homless encampments in major cities. From there, he got greedy. As soon as he learned to walk, he learned to pickpocket and eventually began stealing hundreds of dollars worth of objects before he reached ten. Houston is a hard man to track down who even escaped an orphanage because it was "too easy to live like that."
Home: No Home
Ultimate Director: Amanda Spearbay
Bit of a control freak, Amanda Spearbay is arrogant when things don't go her way. However, when they do, she's the nicest person in the room. In any event, she always makes herself the appointed leader of a group no matter the circumstance. She's already created extraordinary movies that are instant classics before leaving middle school. Also, if you talk too much, she'll say "Cut!" very loudly.
Home: Beverly Hills, California
Ultimate Hunter: Kyle Johanson
A man of few, but powerful words, Kyle Johanson is an expert marksman who never takes off camouflage. Name an animal and he's probably killed it and/or ate it's meat. Him and his father go on hunting trips often and the game they kill is led back to his mother's butcher shop. Kyle doesn't enjoy talking to people he doesn't know, but will talk for hours to someone he does.
Home: Hope Falls, Montana
Ultimate Actor: Roman Fogherty
An expressive and outgoing man, Roman Fogherty loved theater ever since he could comprehend English. He never quite liked movies but he adored plays and musicals. If there's a spotlight, he's gonna get in it even to take the heat off of someone getting harassed. If you ever need someone to help you, Roman is there for you even if he doesn't know you. He's also there if you want to hear him recite any sonnet or monologue by Shakespeare.
Home: Columbus, Ohio
Ultimate Journalist: Cooper Ply
Although short and fat, Cooper Ply is quite an agile person. Stress flows off him lime water on a raincoat and he can take anything without losing control. Even if he isn't old enough and ill advised, he's still gone to the Middle East to take notes with American, Israeli, and Syrian soldiers. He even has diabetes and refuses to crumble under any type of pressure whether it be a deadlines, bullets, or blood.
Home: Washington, District of Columbia
Ultimate Tailor: Doris Miles
Doris Miles has the personality of a grandmother with seven grandchildren. She loves tailoring clothing and even jumpstarted a fundraiser to clothe the homeless. Despite acting like a grandmother, she doesn't like knitting but will do it anyway if scarves or gloves are needed. Doris just wants the world to be as happy as she is.
Home: Denver, Colorado
Ultimate Oenologist: Maria Vespa
Maria Vespa is in a family of a wealthy wine making business. Even if she isn't legal enough to drink, she still continues being an oenologist by studying wine and winemaking. Her family themselves were Mexican immigrants who fled to California and worked hard enough to earn their own vineyard. Maria is proud of this and may even be a little snobby about it, but it's never any hard feelings. Also, an Oenologist is someone who studies wine and wine making.
Home: Los Angeles, California
Ultimate Stock Driver: Shane Fawkins
A southern boy, Shane Fawkins loved stock car races. He drove cars ever since he could reach pedals and didn't care if he wasn't old enough to drive. Then again, he also drank beer in elementary school which may account for his rather dumb decisions. Despite being an obvious alcoholic, he still can win stock races. Whatever you do, don't mention Formula 1 near him, he will get very angry.
Home: Greensboro, North Carolina
Ultimate Hacker: Mei Quan
Mei Quan is a small, Chinese girl who had an edge for technology. Growing up in San Francisco allowed her to see the developments of the Silicon Valley first hand and she took this knowledge to write lines of code. These lines can do almost anything from turning off the lights to causing a massive blackout in a city. She never could make friends and wishes she could make friends as easy as she could write several lines of code.
Home: San Francisco, California
Ultimate Drill Instructor: Alexandria Briggs
Alexandria Briggs is a stern and towering individual who's a master at getting loud. She isn't old enough to serve, but she's allowed to instruct new recruits with help from her drill instructor father. Even if she's younger than them, she still strikes the fear of God in whoever comes into her barracks. Most times her father stands back and let's her go to work.
Home: Juneau, Alaska
Ultimate Cowboy: Pierce Mondata
Pierce Mondata is aware of both the fictitious cowboy and the reality cowboy and chose to master both. Not only is he fastest shot around, but he can herd cows the best out of anyone in the Midwest. Even if he is a cowboy, he still shows respect for 'city-slickers' and will even show them a thing or two about what he does. If you're extra lucky, he'll break out his guitar and sing a song.
Home: Memphis, Tennessee
Ultimate Croupier: Scarlett Visconti
A card dealer in Las Vegas, Scarlett Visconti can fold and cut a deck like nobody else. Despite any condition, she keeps a smile on her face even if she's losing. With a little luck, she'll win any game of cards. Or maybe she's just stack the deck in her favor again which will leave her in a bad spot and force her to leave town for a month.
Home: Boulder City, Nevada
Ultimate Missionary: Herman Walker
A devout Christian, Herman Walker will go to the ends of the Earth to spread the word of God. Even if a foreign tribe doesn't take to God, he'll teach them how to read and write. He is confident in all his actions if he knows that it's what God would want. Hermam himself is a good person too. He follows the Bible to the final page and will abide by those rules in the scripture.
Home: Salt Lake City, Utah
Ultimate Quarterback: Sionis Becker III
Sionis is a big, black man from the deep South who shows anyone some Southern Hospitality. He may be the most popular kid in school who already has colleges looking at him, but he still looks out the little guy. He's a man of pure heart who's smile is as infectious as his laugh. Sionis doesn't care about the fame or glory, he just loves playing American football with his friends.
Home: Birmingham, Alabama
Ultimate Inspiration: Miranda Princely
Miranda Princely is an activist for basically anything under the sun. Being a transgender and a vegan is sure to acquire some bullying and she knew it when she went through with it. It left her disowned by her parents and from that day forward, she wanted to help others like her. She organized many rallies in support of those like her to demand the same amount of respect. She also highly recommends coming out of your shell and if you're disowned, she'll be happy to emotionally support you then. As long as you're comfortable, she is.
Home: Seattle, Washington
Ultimate Pilot: Victor "Fox" Orville
A perverted man who always has a fedora and sunglasses, Victor Orville is the best damn pilot in the lower forty eight. Victor has a smooth voice to swoon any girl when he talks about his expert plane and helicopter flying skills. When he's not swooning women, he taking dangerous knife flights and barrel rolls through strips of land like it's a Sunday drive to church.
Home: Dodge City, Kansas
Ultimate Daredevil: Adeline Martinez
An absolute nut job, Adeline Martinez laughs in the face of death. She doesn't care if it's dangerous, she's gonna do something stupid and come out alive. She's broken her legs numerous times but refuses to quit even if her medical bill says so. With an undying hyper personality, she's gonna jump off every surface known to man.
Home: Springfield, Illinois
Ultimate Ringleader: Nancy Lockheed
Nancy Lockheed was born into the circus and became the daughter of the man who owned it. All her skills were passed down from her father and she took center stage and organized the family traveling circus. Her outgoing personality allows her to befriend easy but she may talk too loud as she's used to yelling in an oversized teng for hours.
Home: No Home
Ultimate Sailor: Ezra Ahad
A Syrian refugee, Ezra Ahad fled after his parents were killed. He went to his uncle in Italy and picked up sailing before financial trouble brought them both to the U.S. Ezra himself is a nervous man who isn't entirely familiar with English and may stumble over words. Even if he spoke broken English, local fisherman loved his tenacity as he braved storms on a ship. If he's anything, it's brave.
Home: Portland, Maine
Ultimate Hula Dancer: Hokulani Rustico
Hokulani Rustico is from a family of native Hawaiians. Hokulani never stopped forgetting her culture and continued to practice it. A happy individual, Hokulani believes in peace and hates war.
Home: Honolulu, Hawaii
Okay this post drained me so the quality of it may sink or rise depending on how I was feeling. Anyway, I'd like some feedback if you got any.
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2020.09.28 06:42 GrandArtiste I got called a f*g for the first time today

Quick background for me, I'm 16, I'm bisexual and recently came out as non-binary (born male), which has been amazing so far. And basically my insta bio is mega gay, I have a "🏳️‍🌈" on the first line and a "❤️🧡💛💚💙💜" somewhere and under that is "love is love." And to even further add on I have "they/them" at the bottom.
So now that you have that, here's what happened;I was scrolling through Instagram and saw a post saying, "x wants you to join the navy" or something, and me being the professional dumbass that I am didn't see that they were talking about "Ark: Survival" (I have no knowledge of that game whatsoever) and that was their clan or something.
But I didn't see it was that game and proceeded to comment "no thank you" which imo is a fair response even if I knew it was a game or not. However it isn't OP who called me a fg, he commented something like "no 1 asked u" which is ok, a good response to my comment tbf. But the other person, they were tagged in the post, replied with, "what a fg."
And at first I just kinda sat there like, "huh, first time, this ain't is bad" but it lingered in my mind. Sat there like a cancer cell growing more and more. And it hit me harder than I expected. More about me, I have clinical depression, social anxiety, and I'm testing for ADHD on Friday. And so now I'm falling apart slowly, but random strangers on the internet seem to be able to make me feel more accepted and cared for in the lgbtq+ community.
Also does anyone wanna talk about how amazing the greatest showman is? I listened to "The Greatest Show" while writing this whole post. I'm addicted to this song, and my school is using it in our spring musical theatre performance of "Overdone Broadway" and I NEED THE SOLO!!!!! but it'll probably go to a senior, or two. But I wannnt. Anyway that's all from me. Someone talk to me about the greatest showman, or just performing arts in general, since I'm in literally as many as I can at my school, which is all of them.
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2020.09.28 04:43 anxiouscuffedjeans Dear M

Dear M, There's two things that I want to say, but will probably never have the courage to. They clash a little, which is why I'm thinking about this so much, but both still stand.
1) I'm really worried about you and I think you need help. This is the worst I've seen your mental health and I'm genuinely worried you'll do something to hurt yourself. I haven't been your friend for very long, but I've never seen you so hopeless and stuck in place. I tried to help with your main stressor and you outright refused help. I don't know how to help, but it would kill me to lose you. Please know there are people who love you and want you to get better. I'm praying for you.
2) I might be falling for you. I'm stuck between letting myself fall and trying to pick myself back up. I literally wrote a song about my soulmate and future 'happy ever after' and didn't end up posting it because it didn't describe you. I thought about you the whole time I wrote it and the final song just wasn't right. I hope one day I get to call you baby and you'll let me cuddle and hug you, even if it takes a long time. I understand you're taking baby steps.
I miss you, I hope you're doing alright, and I can't wait to see you again.
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2020.09.28 04:30 Brocolli12345678 i’m not sure if i want to watch this movie i’ve been interested in for a long time because i’m afraid of getting emotional

the movie is “her”. it’s a weird romance movie about a guy that falls in love with an AI. i’ve never been too into movies but when i saw trailers for it when it came out like 7 years ago i got really interested in it, but never ended up watching it.
i’m considering watching it now because i was looking at a tumblr of a girl i’ve had strong feelings for for awhile now for the first time and the last post on it from a few years ago is the theme song to this movie. i also was recommended a clip from the movie on youtube and i watched it and cried a little. and i think i heard a popular lecturer i really like was featured in the movie as well.
i don’t know if i should wait til my emotions get less intense about it and then watch or if i should just watch it tonight.
thanks!
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2020.09.28 03:52 pandacornsss So I've been making a "best of hippo campus" playlist....

And now I feel like kinda an idiot cause after 3 days of listening to their full discography and adding songs, almost all of their songs (except for like 3-4 tracks) are in my playlist.
RANT: HOLY FRICK I love this band. The dreamy riffy guitars, Jake's voice, Zach's face, the cryptic lyrics. For a lot of their songs, it takes a second listen for me to really vibe and fall in love with the track - but oh man I'm in deep now I'M IN DEEEEP
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2020.09.28 02:32 popcorno1 The Riders of the Storm

Music Reference : The Riders of the Storm ( The Doors )
Localised Name : The Bringers of the Storm
Stand Users : Unmeini Karitate Rarete was his full name, who was born in L.A. alongside his Stand. to a random couple. Known for being lacking in focus at everything unless it was the arts. He however loved his dog Jim , until it died in 1971.When he was in 1972, he falled in love to a actress who dumped him. When he was 18, he got kicked out of his families house and became a hitchhiker. In 1981 he committed his first and only murder of a actress he met at a hotel. He then later get hired as a actor. In 1990 he died at the age of 21 due to a accidental drug overdose by the user of The Police.
Stand Type : Close - Range , Phenomenon Stand
Stand Appearance : The Riders appear as a Suit Stand with a appearance of a Thunder Cloud and a RaceCar Driver.
Stand Abilities : The Riders of the Storm is a suit stand that will allow the user to have super human abilities.
The Main Ability of The Riders allows a object to gain the same momentum as the object that has it.
Their are many uses for this ability, It can make the user fly in a linear direction, direct object if the user touches the moving object. And can send multiple objects into other multiple object.
The Secondary ability allows kinetic energy that struck The Riders to become electricity and can be a personal defenses, but can be against the user, if redirected.
Stand Stats
Durability : B
Speed : C
Power : A
Range : A
Precision : C
Developmental Potential : A
Stand Trivia
The Riders main ability is based off the concept of Throwness, which is the idea of how we are brought to this world, and also one of the ideas stated in the song Riders on the Storm.
The Main design of The Rider is on Hitchhiking and storms which are both inferred in the song Riders on the Storm.
His name means Driven by Fate, which is based off the idea of Throwness.
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2020.09.28 02:16 Suzy_Sadly What are some helpful things to say to an addict/alcoholic after a relapse?

I've been sober for 8 years from drugs, but my husband has been relapsing on and off for 2 years on alcohol and Xanax. After an injury and accident in June, he finally got help - 3 weeks inpatient and has been doing an IOP since he got out. I suspected he started drinking a couple weeks ago because I'd get the occasional whiff of alcohol but this weekend it was apparent. Slurring, wreaking of liquor, forgetful, falling asleep with his head on the table, you know what I mean...
I'm 8 months pregnant with my 1st child (at 40!) And husband is 49, not that age necessarily is critical to the story. Anyways, my reaction to his relapse wasn't great. I yelled, cried and then left the house for a few hours to walk the beach. I'm so ANGRY that he can't get it together to become a dad, I'm also really hurt and disappointed and am considering leaving him.
All the internet articles say to be 'supportive to a relapsing loved one' but I'm really PISSED. He seems regretful and today he seems to have sobered up and "is committed to changing" and is going to start working with his sponsor tmrw. But I've heard (lived) this song before and I can't stop feeling like the other shoe is about to drop and crush me.
What can I say to him to be supportive with minimizing my feelings?
(Also all the stress + Being pregnant has awakened stressors for me and I've had vivid drug dreams lately which I haven't had in years. Luckily for me, the baby is enough to eliminate my risk of relapse.)
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2020.09.28 01:56 throwa44y IIL love songs like "Then She Appeared" by XTC and "I Believe (When I Fall In Love It Will Be Forever) by Stevie Wonder

Thanks in advance!
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2020.09.28 00:46 RazorWolfz Rating every QOTSA Song - The Great QOSTA Review

Rating every QOTSA Song - The Great QOSTA Review
Hi everybody.
So, this past year I've really gotten into QOTSA and their great music. Not entirely sure how it started, other than that I wanted to do a deep dive into a band I was intrigued about. I'd obviously heard songs like No One Knows and 3's & 7's before (thanks Guitar Hero), so I didn't go in completely blind, also knowing about the grand impact of Songs for the Deaf had with the holy Dave Grohl on it.
As a result of this, I have turned obsessed with everything Queens and things relating to it. Other than hearing all of their music, I've also discovered Mini Mansions, Them Crooked Vultures, Desert Sessions and Kyuss. Even Arctic Monkeys, a band I always wanted to check out but never did - I ended up absolutely loving them after checking them out the same way I did QOTSA.
With some time off recently, I wanted to do something real thorough with this band, and I came to the conclusion of giving each song a good listen, and reviewing it all. I'm talking every main album and their songs. In this review I plan to scribble down my thoughts - being positive and/or negative, and slap a rating on the songs. I will cover every on-album song in their main discography, that means no B-sides or bonus tracks for the most part. (If people enjoy this little project, maybe I'll give those a whirl another time in the same manner.)
I'll be utilizing the following rating system, where I think the song is:
  • 0 - Completely Unlistenable
  • 1 - Very Bad
  • 2 - Bad
  • 3 - Meh
  • 4 - Okay
  • 5 - Fine
  • 6 - Good
  • 7 - Pretty Good
  • 8 - Very Good
  • 9 - Excellent
  • 10 - Fucking Amazing
Obviously, all of this is my own opinion. I feel like that needs to be prefaced. Anyway, with all that out of the way, let's dive right in. We'll be starting from the beginning!

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Queens of the Stone Age - 7/10
Here we go with QOTSA's self-titled debut, Queens of the Stone Age. Coming straight out of Kyuss with their sludgy stoner rock, you can definitely hear traces of their past here. I was honestly surprised to learn Josh stepped up on vocal duties without any prior singing roles before, but I can definitely hear it comparing his vocals to later releases. Still, he carries himself well and this album has no shortage of detuned guitar riffs in C and a real dirty feel to it.
#1 - Regular John - 7/10: Pretty Good
This is just a fun song which certainly gets you moving. Not a ton that sticks out to me. Cool riffs, cool effects and cool grooves.
#2 - Avon - 8/10: Very Good
Avon is a song that definitely grew on me. On first listen I didn't like it much, I felt the "do do do do doo" didn't sit right. However it's definitely become an album favorite of mine that I can't resist singing along to. That slide guitar they do live makes it even better, wish that was louder in the mix. And of course the drum break that ties it all together towards the end is lovely.
#3 - If Only - 6/10: Good
Somehow I feel like they could've done more with this song. It clocks in just under 3 and a half minutes, but it feels longer than that. Perhaps with a tad bit more tempo it could've been taken in a more interesting direction. Still, the chorus is catchy and the harmonies are nice, so it's not a bad song.
#4 - Walkin' on the Sidewalks - 7/10: Pretty Good
Damn, this song is heavier than I remember. Certainly a nice surprise to revisit it, though. Other than the sludgy main riff with that dirty bass, I really liked "oooh"ing harmonies a lot. It does drag on quite a bit towards the end, however.
#5 - You Would Know - 4/10: Okay
Wasn't really too pulled in with this one. Kinda sounds to me like a half-effort kinda song. Instrumentation feels a bit on the sleazy side and there's not a whole lot happening throughout it. Just an okay song, really.
#6 - How to Handle a Rope - 8/10: Very Good
Here we go! After the last track, this is a much needed energy boost in the tracklist. The riff is awesome and the bassline in the right ear is great. This song has that good, old muddy guitar tone we love this album for, as well as a driving rhythm with those drums.
#7 - Mexicola - 9/10: Excellent
This was the first song I heard from this album when I discovered it. It was the name, really. Anyway, this song is so damn HEAVY. The riffs aren't even that complex - just serves exactly what the song needs. Every instrument here shines on their own, so does Josh's vocals.
#8 - Hispanic Impressions - 2/10: Bad
I don't know, I tried to like this song. Even worse coming off of Mexicola to this isn't great. It's very hectic and really feels like a studio jam with no real direction. Everyone's playing well together though, I guess? Still not enough to save this song for me.
#9 - You Can't Quit Me Baby - 9/10: Excellent
My favorite track off this album. The repeating bassline drew me in immediately, followed by the drum groove. There are many things I like about this song, but the absolute peak is the climax when you get to the "You're solid gold, I'll see you in hell" part. I never get tired of it, it's such a beautifully crafted section of this song. I would give this song a full score, if it ended differently. I'm not sure what to think of the slow speed up and chaotic ending it has. Still absolutely love this track!
#10 - Give the Mule What He Wants - 6/10: Good
This is a cool song. Not a whole lot to point out, other than the driving drums and guitars. I like it.
#11 - I Was A Teenage Hand Model - 3/10: Meh
Just kind of a chill song to vibe to, I suppose. Didn't really do much for me. The effects was kinda over the top and loud in contrast to the song so it turned out too much by the end. I find it funny the call at the end is their phone call to Nick Oliveri and his response to joining the band, though.

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Rated R - 8/10
With their sophomore album they certainly didn't fail to bring out an abundance of new ideas and riffs to the table. With Oliveri now in the lineup to provide his primal screams and nasty bass chops along with Mark Lanegan to lend his scruffy voice as well, this album was sure to have some bangers.
#1 - Feel Good Hit Of The Summer - 7/10: Pretty Good
You just can't help but love this song, really. I mean, with a song that's only lyrics are "Nicotine, valium, vicadin, marijuana, ecstasy and alcohol" how could you not? Drugs aside, this is a hell of an album opener. That's it though, just a fun, hard song.
#2 - The Lost Art Of Keeping A Secret - 8/10: Very Good
Love the mystic feel the instruments have in this song. On a whole it's just a great composition with lovely vocal delivery.
#3 - Leg Of Lamb - 5/10: Fine
If they put the same chorus that appears later in the song after the first verse, then this song would've been ranked higher! Sadly the verse after verse feels too repetetive too fast, even though the song is under 3 minutes. I actually really like the chorus because of the resolution it has, so it's a shame we only get that once.
#4 - Auto Pilot - 6/10: Good
The first song where Nick Oliveri takes lead vocals. It's a nice song, it was definitely a grower for me though, but it's good. The transition over to the next track was well executed.
#5 - Better Living Through Chemistry - 8/10: Very Good
The riff in this one is just so cool. The addition of the bongos in the intro is really nice too. And the vocal melodies too. There's just a lot of things I like about this trip of a track. The feedback-break after the first part goes on a tad too long, but I know they play that shorter live. Either way, the absolute jam that follows is something else. Great song!
#6 - Monsters In The Parasol - 6/10: Good
This is another one of those songs where on first listen I didn't like it at all. I thought it sounded way silly. But, on later listens I've moved past that and enjoyed it more. Now it's pretty alright in my book. Wacky song, in a good way.
#7 - Quick And To The Pointless - 2/10: Bad
Look, I get that this song isn't meant to be serious. Well, lots of QOTSA-related things aren't, really. But, even though I feel the riff could hold up on its own, what's good is ruined by the fucked lyrics and Nick's delivery. Not really a song I need to listen more to.
#8 - In The Fade - 9/10: Excellent
We come off my least favorite of the album - to my favorite! What a great contrast. Mark Lanegan sings lead on this one, and his gravelly vocals really fits it. The melody itself is beautiful and the guitar leads are lovely. Not to mention the bass guitar riffing away in the verse. The song even has a reprise back to Feel Good Hit, what a tune!
#9 - Tension Head - 6/10: Good
This has to be the most Metal-esque song I've heard from them yet. The riff is so sick (ha, see what I did there) and Nick seems to be puking out his insides singing this, so kudos to him for the passion there. Generally I'm not huge on scream vocals though, so it's not really my forté. But! It's not bad.
#10 - Lightning Song - 4/10: Okay
It's fine, short and sweet. It's a good guitar melody, but that's kind of it. The inclusion of the piano is nice, but didn't add a lot.
#11 - I Think I Lost My Headache - 7/10: Pretty Good
Ending this album we got this gem. The evolution from the slow, building fuzzy guitar to when the verse riff kicks in, it's always a kick in the face. It's got the perfect headbang tempo to it and it never fails in making me do so to it. I really do NOT like the brass instruments taking up the last third of the song though. I guess that's what the headache in the title refers to?

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Songs For The Deaf - 9/10
Then comes the behemoth that is Songs For The Deaf. Now with the great Dave Grohl joining the boys, this album is often praised as the band's very best. It simulates the drive through the desert from Los Angeles to Joshua Tree with radio hosts in between the songs making it seem like they're playing it all for you. All in all this album is just an experience that needs experiencing, no doubt about it.
#1 - You Think I Ain't Worth A Dollar, But I Feel Like A Millionaire - 9/10: Excellent
We start off stronger than ever with this absolute banger of an opener. Remember how I said I didn't dig scream vocals too much earlier? This is just one of those cases where that doesn't phaze me at all. The drums with that simple tom pattern keeping it moving while the guitar plays, it's such an awesome build up for the "give me toro, give me some more" part. If only it wasn't so damn short!!
#2 - No One Knows - 9/10: Excellent
Who doesn't like No One Knows? No one knows. You just can't help but bob your head along to Dave's drums in this song. And even better is when he goes absolutely ham during the breakdown. Definitely the MVP in this one. Of course everything else is just great about this song too, which shouldn't need explaining.
#3 - First It Giveth - 8/10: Very Good
QOTSA keeps the high tempo present going straight into the rhythms of First It Giveth. The chorus is almost impossible not to sing along to for me. Also when I first heard that flamenco guitar, I was really taken aback, but I love it.
#4 - Song For The Dead - 10/10: Fucking Amazing
What can I even say about this song? It's a whole adventure if anything. I remember spending hours trying to get the drum intro down on my own drums. It's such an interesting and wacky pattern that works so well to build up to the complete tsunami that is when the instruments come in. With Lanegan back on the mic, he's the perfect fit for this eerie, dark cut. The guitar licks, the solos, the callback to the original fast paced intro, it all makes for such an awesome song.
#5 - The Sky Is Fallin' - 7/10: Pretty Good
So far we've been very spoiled with every song hitting the right way. While this song doesn't quite fall on the same level as the others, it's still a good track. The bridge section I especially liked with this one.
#6 - Six Shooter - 3/10: Meh
Nick just loves to sing and go insane on those short songs doesn't he? This is definitely the weakest song on the album for me. The energy is there, but it feels very out of place and doesn't really do anything for the tracklist.
#7 - Hanging Tree - 7/10: Pretty Good
Really nice song here. The bass intro is cool and Lanegan appears once again with his brooding voice. The harmonies do the song justice and the instrument changeup during the solo is really cool.
#8 - Go With The Flow - 9/10: Excellent
Man, I love this one. It's the perfect fast car ride soundtrack. The drums are rad and I adore the melodies in this song. I've played this one on numerous occasions and probably will for a long time.
#9 - Gonna Leave You - 7/10: Pretty Good
Very catchy chorus, pretty much a good song overall. Definitely the best song sung by Nick with softer vocals thus far in their catalogue.
#10 - Do It Again - 7/10: Pretty Good
HEY!!! Groovy cut, I like it. Don't have a lot to say on it other than that it's a nice song.
#11 - God Is In The Radio - 8/10: Very Good
Actually really like this one. Lanegan does a great job singing this and the solo is pure earcandy. Love when the song fades and comes back in full force.
#12 - Another Love Song - 5/10: Fine
Yeah, the song's fine. Kinda forgettable though.
#13 - Song For The Deaf - 9/10: Excellent
The previous song leads into this one with spoken words from Natasha Shneider (Rest In Peace) followed by a haunting intro that leads into the verse. The chorus features Josh and Lanegan harmonizing, and it's beautiful. I really love the melody here. The song continues to evolve and goes into a chilling little jam with the dual guitar solos. Wonderful!
#14 - Mosquito Song - 8/10: Very Good
A great ending to this album. The instrumentation is masterful but stripped back. That is until the beautiful piano break in the middle that leads us back to the same melody as before with snares and cymbals and all kinds of good stuff. Just a really nice song to end it on.

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Lullabies To Paralyze - 7/10
We reach QOTSA's fourth studio ablum, and the successor to the massive success that was Songs For The Deaf. Many say this is one of their weakest efforts, and while it's not one of their best, it still offers a good handful of great songs to listen to that I keep coming back to. Sadly the second half of this one is definitely inferior to the first.
#1 - This Lullaby - 5/10: Fine
Mark Lanegan softly sings us into this album in a lullaby clocking in at almost a minute and a half. It's nice, not too long or too short. It's kind of exactly what you expect for a short little opener.
#2 - Medication - 7/10: Pretty Good
We get into the real meat with - another short one. However, this one is packed with energy from the get go that I can't help but air drum to. For some reason it makes me imagine myself snowboarding to this tune doing tricks I don't know. Anyway, sick little track, love it.
#3 - Everybody Knows That You're Insane - 8/10: Very Good
This one starts off real spooky and slow with a haunting melody along with it. The chorus speeds up immensely and I love how the entire song just changes after that. Really cool song!
#4 - Tangled Up In Plaid - 8/10: Very Good
I feel like this one fits really well coming straight off of the last one. It's got a lot of similarities, kind of got that same eerie vibe as well with a chorus that takes it up a notch. Enjoyed the mystic atmosphere to this one a lot.
#5 - Burn The Witch - 8/10: Very Good
Burn The Witch is super cool. Once you hear that bassline you can't get it out of your head for a bit. Might be the catchiest cut on the album. It keeps the same dynamic throughout, but it works for the song.
#6 - In My Head - 7/10: Pretty Good
Another catchy one to follow the last. The riff kinda reminds me of a spy movie of something, not sure why. Liked the toned down ending.
#7 - Little Sister - 9/10: Excellent
Love this track. It's a dance number for sure. Not sure what else to say other than the riff is awesome, the bass is wicked, and the solo is super weird. In a cool way.
#8 - I Never Came - 6/10: Good
Enjoyable song. It's a nice, calm break from the songs before it. Chorus is alright to me, but nothing I'm huge on.
#9 - Someone's In The Wolf - 5/10: Fine
There are a lot of ideas in this song I really do like. The initial riff isn't bad, the groove is cool. I just don't find myself coming back to it a lot.
#10 - The Blood Is Love - 5/10: Fine
Much like the last one, I think the guitars have a cool thing going on, but not sure what they went for in the slowing down part. The song turned out alright for me.
#11 - Skin On Skin - 3/10: Meh
Kind of felt like this one was a bit of a chore to listen to. I appreciate some instrumental chops in there, but it mostly left me with a sour taste.
#12 - Broken Box - 6/10: Good
Quite a groovy song, it really picked up in the second half. It kind of feels like if you ran a 12 bar blues through a QOTSA-fier. A very interesting result.
#13 - "You Got A Killer Scene There, Man..." - 6/10: Good
I think this has to be the most mysterious song of theirs I've ever heard. Guess it fits the title. It sits somewhere between sexy and creepy. It's an enjoyable listen altogether.
#14 - Long Slow Goodbye - 8/10: Very Good
Then we end it off with this mellow tune. Love Josh's singing in this. The slide guitar in the chorus makes it for me though. It's a nice and simple four chord composition, but it's great. I love how the hidden outro appears on the next album.

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Era Vulgaris - 9/10
This one was definitely a grower album. After Lullabies, QOTSA took a turn and came with this super wacky release, full of crazy ideas and songs, reflected by the album art. However, once you get into it, man. I love this album and what it does.
#1 - Turnin' On The Screw - 8/10: Very Good
This song paints exactly what the album will give us, and I can't help but love it, especially the chorus melody. The bassline is very unusual but somehow it just works.
#2 - Sick, Sick, Sick - 8/10: Very Good
I wasn't big on this song when I first heard it, but I really enjoy it now. It's absolutely packed with energy and filthy guitar riffs. Nice little guest appearance from Julian Casablancas in here too.
#3 - I'm Designer - 8/10: Very Good
This one is definitely wacky. Josh's vocal lines are hilarious and perfectly serve the song. What really takes it up is the harmonies and vocal melody in the chorus. Damn, I just really like their choruses don't I?
#4 - Into The Hollow - 7/10: Pretty Good
The toned down vocals and slide guitar is super nice in this song, and I really like the harmonizing guitars and bass. Makes me hum along.
#5 - Misfit Love - 9/10: Excellent
Ah, here we go. The song that takes forever to begin. There seems to be an almost endless jam in this one, but it just rubs me the right way. The same, driving riff takes us almost 4 and a half minutes in before a big changeup happens. And when that changeup comes, man it's good. I really wish it was longer, much like how they do it live. It's beautful.
#6 - Battery Acid - 7/10: Pretty Good
Battery Acid comes across very chaotic with the busy drums and choppy guitars, but it's cool and fits the expression of the song. And it's always nice when you get to the "there's no thing you can say". Love when the drums go into the 4/4 pattern later in the song with the backing vocals.
#7 - Make It Wit Chu - 7/10: Pretty Good
You know, a lot of people love this one. Perhaps since it's the most easy listen on this record. For me, it falls with the weaker cuts, but it's not really a bad thing. It's just a nice slowdown from the chaos.
#8 - 3's & 7's - 6/10: Good
Another fan favorite that isn't really one of mine. I first discovered this in Guitar Hero and quickly developed a hatred for it because of the time signatures that I couldn't figure out and that fucked me over. Gamer rage aside, I think the ending is awesome and the chorus is the best part of it. Overall the song's just a firm thumbs up for me.
#9 - Suture Up Your Future - 7/10: Pretty Good
I like this one. It's dreamy, almost like floating through space. I usually always enjoy listening to it.
#10 - River In The Road - 6/10: Good
Kudos to Joey Castillo on this one, I dig the drum pattern. I like the spooky "ooooh"s too, I'm sure that's Lanegan I'm hearing in there.
#11 - Run, Pig, Run - 5/10: Fine
I don't care much for the last cut on here, it's usually the one I never play of the songs on here. It's not shit by any means, just average. I always smile at the little circus-y part after the chorus though.

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...Like Clockwork - 10/10
While most people would say SFTD is their favorite - this is mine. Every single track is phenomenal in it's own way. It doesn't matter how many times I listen to this album, I do not get tired of it. This is 100% their best effort in my eyes. A perfect mix of what they've done before, while still bringing something new.
#1 - Keep Your Eyes Peeled - 8/10: Very Good
The guitars seem to carry a ton with how heavy they are. The build up makes you curious as to what's to come, and the resolution in "Daydream until all the blue is gone" is so good. Coming up after is another new section which I love about the song, with Mikey Shoes toying with his bass in the background. Probably my favorite album opener. Well... after Millionaire.
#2 - I Sat By The Ocean - 8/10: Very Good
This one never fails to get me in the mood. The harmonizing slide guitars in the intro, the straight groove. Solid rock song with a fantastic ending.
#3 - The Vampyre of Time And Memory - 10/10: Fucking Amazing
Honestly this is just a genius composition. The piano is simple enough for even me to play it, but captivating enough to keep you around until the band kicks in. While the song isn't even that long, the ending solo beautifully closes it.
#4 - If I Had A Tail - 7/10: Pretty Good
Definitely the funkiest tune on the record. I can't not tap my foot to it at least. Doesn't quite fall with the rest, but that's a high bar to reach.
#5 - My God Is The Sun - 9/10: Excellent
There is so much happening in this song but the result is so cool either way. It's also just a blast to play on any instrument. Love it, love it.
#6 - Kalopsia - 9/10: Excellent
The slow, dreamy intro makes you believe this will be a soft ride, but as soon as the hard guitars and drums kick in, wheew! The harmonies are outstanding, it's almost Queen-esque. Hmm...
#7 - Fairweather Friends - 8/10: Very Good
This song just makes me happy. They got Elton John on piano and with some backing vocals, and it sounds great. Enjoy this song a lot.
#8 - Smooth Sailing - 8/10: Very Good
Such a cool ass track. Love the bass and the drum chops here. Josh's vocals are rad as fuck too.
#9 - I Appear Missing - 10/10: Fucking Amazing
Hands down my favorite track by them. This song takes you on such a journey. The intruments are played beautifully and everything sets up just right for the explosive solo. When they play this live with the extended outro it's jawdropping. Nothing more to say, it's a masterpiece.
#10 - ...Like Clockwork - 9/10: Excellent
Another piano track, this one a bit more focused on the piano itself though. Josh's vocal delivery is glorious and I get goosebumps when the rest of the instruments come in. When they go back to the verse later, it's super nice. The grand ending perfectly closes this magnificent album.

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Villains - 8/10
Villains is often painted as the worst one of the bunch. I actually think it's a great album that I enjoy a lot. It has my current favorite lineup of Josh, Troy, Mikey, Dean and Jon and I don't mind the direction they took this album in. There are obviously places there could've been improvements, but on a whole this album grew on me nicely.
#1 - Feet Don't Fail Me - 6/10: Good
On first listen, I hated this song. I thought it was cringy, even. But, alas opinions change. The slow buildup in the beginning with the synth takes us towards the main meat of the song, slowly but surely, with echoey vocals. Then, everything comes in. It was this I hated before, and while it's still no favorite now, I can appreciate it. I still think it could've sounded better with a straight 4/4 beat, but other than that I don't have any huge gripes with the song. It's still a bit of a silly song, but pretty groovy.
#2 - The Way You Used To Do - 6/10: Good
Pretty cool track this one, it's got a lot of fun guitar going on and Jon keeps himself busy on the drums, while still jamming it out. It's not a banger-banger though.
#3 - Domesticated Animals - 6/10: Good
It's a good song, the 7/8 time signature is interesting and it's nice to listen to. Not much else to say, I think.
#4 - Fortress - 9/10: Excellent
Love Fortress. Fantastic melodies, all around. Everyone plays just what they need to and it sounds great.
#5 - Head Like A Haunted House - 8/10: Very Good
What a bassline, accompanied by the drums. The uptempo feel to this one is super cool, very catchy tune. The changeup midway through is my favorite part. The basslicks in there are so, so nice.
#6 - Un-Reborn Again - 7/10: Pretty Good
I like the synths and the drum patterns here. Catchy chorus, that extends throughout the outro and takes us out to a string section before it hops back in. Pretty cool!
#7 - Hideaway - 7/10: Pretty Good
I like this track, it's reserved and almost bossa nova like. The real payoff is later when we get to the "Don't you feel love" part. The harmonies there are really nice.
#8 - The Evil Has Landed - 8/10: Very Good
A lot happening in this one, but it's definitely a groove-heavy one. Love the way the guitars and bass play together. The different sections throughout are very different, but still fit together. Very cool jammy song that ends with a rocking outro.
#9 - Villains Of Circumstance - 9/10: Excellent
And so for the last song of them all. This one kind of reminds me of Vampyre, somehow. The intro is very ambient with only bass accompanying Josh's singing. However when that chorus finally comes, it blew me away the first time. And that outro too! I feel like this song is extremely underrated.

...And there you have it. Every main song, reviewed. Be it short or long, all of them got some of my thoughts, and I'm pretty satisfied with the ratings. I'm 100% sure people will disagree with some, but that's just how opinions work, right? Hell, my opinions will probably change too, down the line...
Hope this was an interesting read! I enjoyed visiting this band again, listening to their songs once more in a big deep dive.
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2020.09.28 00:11 Cubs7369 Lost song from 2012-2016, please help!

does anybody remember that one song where this little guy (maybe 12-14) runs away from home and goes to a dairy to buy fish and chips, He also goes to an arcade and plays street fighter two. he then goes to a park and falls in love with this girl and then they hang out for a while. (this song is also in english)

I went to a morning care from 2012-2016 and this song was played all the time. If you could find it and link it, or have any recollection of anything im talking about please help me. Thank you, have a good day <3
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2020.09.27 23:38 Darkly_Gathers We run from the sons of the storms of New Zealand, on a desperate mission to save our families.

Mia and I escape across the plains, and behind us, the sons of the storm god follow on.
We are lifetime residents of the North Island, New Zealand, and now at the break of night, we run over its fields and up the hills towards the cliffs, nestled amongst the mountains at the edge of the churning coast.
Mia’s hand squeezes tightly my right as we tear through the grass, long and yellow-green, wavering and crackling with the energy of the storm overhead. With my left I hold tight to my precious cargo, clutched protectively against my chest. Fragile and beautiful, and by far and away the most important thing in the world.
The sons of the storm god know the object’s weakness. They seek to seize this chance and destroy it in the name of their father, Tāwhirimātea, before Mia and I can finish our journey. Before we can complete our desperate quest.
A voice like the crash of rain upon rock thunders through the air… “One way or another, son and daughter of Earth, this is to be your FINAL adventure!
Another joins. A taunting whisper as wind through the trees: “No matter the outcome this night of nights… Your time is DONE, Dreamers!”
That’s what they call us. What they’ve always called us. The Dreamers.
Mia, still running, shoots a look back over her shoulder. “Let’s not pretend you haven’t always been JEALOUS, sons of Tāwhirimātea!” she shouts above the steadily rising thrall. “You’d trade your entire existence for even a minute as mortals upon the Earth; your boasting is as hollow as your threats!”
She concludes her rebuttal by sticking out her tongue and blowing a raspberry.
I love her so much.
Angry thunder booms in response; the slopes of the hills and the bases of the mountains ahead alighting in vengeful gold as lightning ripples through the air behind, and the grasses of the fields give way to those of the route ahead. I look at her face. I drink her in, and she looks back at me.
She gives me a smile. A sad smile, and one that I return.
Her eyes shine like the sparkling summer sea. As beautiful as ever, and a brilliant, bright and shimmering blue.
Our journeys into the world of spirits and gods began ten years ago. Ten long and wonderful years. As teenagers, we’d disobeyed the orders of our parents, stolen the smallest of our families’ boats, and taken it out to sea, ignoring the warnings of the impending weather with the childish boldness of ignorants in love. The sail got us caught in a vicious and quick-upon wind, and before we knew it we were trapped in the hold of a savage storm, not nearly as fierce as this one, mind, but plenty fierce enough. Fierce enough for Mia to be suddenly tossed from the side, thrown overboard and into the hungrily awaiting waves below.
I’ll never forget the panic of that moment, the panic of that whole night. The chaos and the sharp, cold, unforgiving blade of fear…
…And I’ll never forget my first glimpses of Tāwhirimātea, god of the storms. He was a silhouette, slow and massive against the swirling sky, flashes of a form designed to inspire terror in the hearts of Earthmen. He wanted Mia. He’d chosen his target, and he sought to swallow her whole. He was owed her, he felt, for our recklessness and our foolishness upon his sea.
And he would have taken her. He would have taken her away forever, and these last ten years would have been lost, if Tūma-tauenga, god of the civilisations of man, had not made the choice to save her life. There in the sea I watched, soaked and clinging to the side of the boat as it rocked and crashed, arm outstretched towards Mia, spluttering and screaming as she was… unable to help myself from looking up; up at the explosions of colour across the dark sky as the colossal form of our saviour Tūma-tauenga, sunset orange and rising from the faraway coast, threw out his hands and blew a gale across the surface of the sea, casting Tāwhirimātea back with a roar of defiance.
It was unlike anything we had ever seen.
Tāwhirimātea, dark and massive and monstrous as he was behind the clouds, clenched his fists with sparks of lightning and raised them in return, the sea swelling and frothing, forming an ever-raining, ever-cascading wall of water, a wave of great and terrible height... but frozen fast with the will of Tūma-tauenga. Despite the storm god’s best efforts, the ocean around our vessel would not bend to his orders… It began to calm… Like in the eye of the storm the surface stilled and levelled; Mia, ever the strong swimmer and no longer embattled by the tides was able to make her way back to me, and I hauled her with boundless thanks back up into the boat.
Tūma-tauenga held the wave… He held that great wave and all the rest, and he respun the winds sent by Tāwhirimātea into a force that would blow us back across the water to the safety of the shore. Wet, and scared, but very much alive.
The storms that followed that night were like nothing the North Island had ever seen. Tāwhirimātea’s rage was unparalleled; long had it been since the god of the storms had faced such open resistance, and long would it be before he forgot it. He never did, in fact, and has hunted us on and off for the past decade, seeking to sow torment wherever he can. He was robbed that night, is his belief, and his world will not be righted until he has claimed revenge.

And tonight, it would seem, he has found just such an opportunity to do so.

Quiet and waiting, biding his time, unheard and unseen and unfelt for the past twelve months, Mia and I had allowed ourselves to ‘forget’ him. We allowed our guard to drop. We had, as humans often do, underappreciated the ever-present threat of looming, lurking danger… and we had not fought our case with sufficient strength when our fathers, long-time friends themselves, had planned a night-time expedition, a fishing trip out at sea. Many of New Zealand’s most prized fish are more active and most numerous at night… and with only a brief and momentary hint of forecast rain, what could be the harm?
They are out now there. Trapped aboard their fishing ship, no doubt fighting for their lives amongst the waves. Mia’s younger brother is with them too. This was the first time that he had asked to go along on such a venture. There’s no telling what’s going through his head right now. Through all their heads…
…And Mia and I are the only ones who can help. Tūma-tauenga, our saviour of old and god of the efforts of man, stands frozen atop the edge of the cliff, the one that the locals have nicknamed ‘the Peak’. Named for the way it juts out like an arrowhead from between the mountains and over the white sands of the beaches below; a vantage point for the sparkle of the sea beyond. Tūma-tauenga stands as a shimmering monolith, seen by only those who know how to look; flashes of the Aurora-Australis’ tense, orange-gold energy rippling chaotically across his titanic and wavering form… But he is bound. He cannot move, and he cannot speak, and he cannot repel the gleeful fury of Tāwhirimātea.
Tūma-tauenga saved Mia’s life all those years ago, and my life too in the process. And now… now we must return the favour, to save the souls of our fathers and brother. To awaken Tūma-tauenga. Before it is too late.

No matter the cost.

And the item I hold tight to my chest… Precious beyond words… if we can reach the Peak in time… it may allow us to do just that.
We sprint as one past mounds and towers of rock, nestled amongst the greener grasses of the hillside, ascending as fast as we can through upwards-inclined little valleys in the grass and stone, the mountains rising up alongside us, steadily approaching the cliffside. A glance up at the sky reveals the billowing, spiralling red clouds, heaving cataclysmically amongst the purple and grey. Tūma-tauenga stands waiting, powerless. An horizon-orange giant, held in time.
Every strike of lightning reveals the briefest of glimpses of the face of Tāwhirimātea up above, leering and horrifically close. The storm god is greedy; greedy for the taste of his impending and long-awaited victory. His laughter comes as rolls of deep thunder, shuddering mercilessly through the gaps in the mountains. I squint through the force of the winds as Mia’s hair is whipped about her face. She stumbles, but I have her. I’ve got her. I’ve always got her, and I bring her back up at once before she can fall, and we continue on as fast as we can.
The rough wild path takes us sharply to the right, and then levels for a time before bringing us back round the edge of an enormous fallen stone to the left. The wind changes direction as we pass it, suddenly and unnaturally, and we skid to a breathless stop as we stagger round its corner, chests rising and falling.
Three of the storm god’s sons stand before us, a dozen or so paces ahead, waiting. Man-sized and formless, with no physical bodies to bind them to the ground, they are comprised instead of the elements of their namesakes, shifting and spilling and swirling waters and airs. To look away is to lose their location, their edges become blurred with the surrounding storm in an instant.
The middle-most of the sons steps forwards. Apū-matangi, of the whirling winds. As he does so, the rush of the air about our ears grows stronger and louder; I grit my teeth and I feel Mia’s hand clench tighter to mine.
The way is blocked, Dreamers of Earth”, he warns in a voice that ripples like the edge of a hurricane. “The false and bitter luck of the land that has carried you thus far expires tonight”.
The son to the speaker’s left lifts his hand towards us. A gesture of good faith, ironic and cruel in its context. He shimmers a darker shade to his brother, his form denser and deeper. His is a voice that rumbles low and long. Ao-pakarea, of the thunder-clouds.
With such clumsy mortal hands you hold your jar, son of Earth” he says, gesturing to the item I have clutched to my chest, “return to your homes. Let the night take its course. Or risk the jar’s destruction, and the loss of everything you hold precious…”
Mia has let go of my hand. I keep my gaze fixed on the sons of Tāwhirimātea, but I see her swing round her backpack, reaching quickly and determinedly inside.
The brother to the right of Apū-matangi stirs. The air of which he is comprised is wet and thick; clear water cascades impossibly up and around his form, and as he speaks the drizzle that falls from the sky grows in both speed and weight. He is Ua-nui, of the terrible rain.
Your efforts come too late. Your defeat at our father’s hand has been a long time in the making, but tonight is the night that the well-watered seeds of your pride will finally be reaped”.
“Even now…” I call back to them through the storm, -anger and desperation and exasperation all thrown in together- “Even now, after everything… How many times you have tried to stop us over the years? How many times have you failed…? You just won’t give up? You just won’t leave us alone?”

“…’Til the end”, the brothers reply as one.

And the sound of a striking match cuts through the clamour of the wind and rain. My skin lights up in an orange glow, warm and defiant, and I turn to see Mia step forward, holding high a burning torch, hastily fashioned from a broken branch and a piece of torn fabric, doused in lighter fluid and brightly ablaze, a beacon of fire in the darkness.
“LET US PASS!” she shouts into the storm. “LET US PASS!
Fighting fire with fire….” Apū-matangi laughs, the winds laughing with him; “the elements will always be on the side of our father, as you well know, daughter of Earth. What weapon can you wield that the great Tāwhirimātea cannot match?
“You may be named for the elements, son of the storm”, Mia replies, shoulders squared, “but you ‘own’ them no more than the land owns the people, or the sea owns the fish… YOURS is the fire of rage: quick to alight and feverish, unreliable and fast. OURS is the fire of LIFE! Of endurance! Of warmth and restoration and rejuvenation…”
To Apū-matangi’s left, Ao-pakarea of the thunder-clouds brings together his hands, and a bolt of lightning cracks down at once like a whip, bursting a tree too close for comfort into flames. The light is blinding, and I cannot help but look away, just for a moment, colours dancing beneath my eyelids as the accompanying boom thunders mockingly all around. When I can open them again, the brothers stand closer.
Pitiful” says Ao-pakarea, gesturing to the flame Mia holds in her hand, “Pitiful and embarrassing. What are two childish mortals when matched against the might of gods?
“I see no gods here”, Mia replies with a levelled grin, “do let us know if you find any, and we can try for an answer, if you like!”
The air between us shimmers and wavers as Apū-matangi raises an angry hand. The winds swirl back in on themselves and rush down the valley towards us, slamming into us and forcing us back… Our feet grind against the ground as we struggle to hold our positions, and by all rights Mia’s little torch should have been extinguished at once… But it holds firm, flickering resiliently in the gale.
The lightning-fire in the burning tree is blown to the next, and the next one still, growing ever closer. I can feel its heat on my front, the contrast sharp with the cool chill of the night on my back.
“You can push and push all you want”, shouts Mia to the sons of Tāwhirimātea, “but we stand firm, we stand resilient… and a constitution of quiet strength always, ALWAYS wins out against lunatic lurches from passion to passion in the end!”
Such drivel…” Apū-matangi replies, turning his head ever so slightly to his left. “Finish this, brother. Cast them back”.
Ua-nui of the terrible rain steps forward to stand by his brother, the dense and watery air of his form crashing around like waves in a hurricane. He widens his stance, thrusts forwards his neck and casts his hands up to the sky, and the rain redoubles in power, great walls of it rolling down the mountainside towards us.
Mia lowers the torch, and she draws it in close. We stand as one, huddled with the little flame aglow between us. Flickers of orange dance across our chests and faces as we stand together, and the rain strikes, bitter and cold.

…But the flame endures. Ours endures, whilst theirs, does not.

The rains of the storm wash through the branches of the burning trees, and in great clouds of steam they are extinguished.
And as they appeared, with the winds, the brothers are gone. Vanished into the storm, leaving only the thundering clouds, the rushing wind, and the drum of the rain in their wake.
We run on through the thrall, putting out our brave little light, having well served its purpose.
We soon leave the trees behind us, few as they are, and ahead is only rock and hill and mountain and sky, and the frozen, shimmering colossus of Tūma-tauenga. The sky throbs in shades of blood-red amidst the grey; malevolent and anticipatory.

We make our way closer, ever closer to the Peak.

Mia once again releases my hand. She slows, just for a second, as she stoops down to the ground, stumbling as she swoops something up in her grip, holding it close in two cupped hands.
“Mia!” I call out, “what are you doing?”
“I’m sorry Hunter”, she replies with an awkward smile, “I couldn’t help it, he was in trouble…” she shows to me what she is carrying. A little bird. Brown and orange, with a long-feathered tail in black and white. A fantail.
“His wing was caught beneath a rock! I couldn’t just leave him, he was getting soaked!” she argues, and I can’t help but laugh. Even now… even after everything… even knowing what we’ll have to do at the Peak… she still thinks about others.
She cuddles the bird close to her as she runs, and after a minute it flaps. She holds out her hands to the sky and the fantail takes off through the rain, its song loud and clear above the wind.
I am reminded of the first time we met. Mia and I. Back when we were just little kids. I was on the beach at dusk with my ‘friends’ at the time, abhorrent people, I have long since come to realise, and we were marvelling at a small dolphin that had become stranded on the sand.
Marvelling from afar, until someone in our group decided to throw a clump of sand at the creature. Then, some stones… and it became a game, of sorts. And I did nothing to stop them, only laughing awkwardly along. I don’t know how long they would have kept it up if Mia hadn’t run over from across the beach, shouting and swearing and calling us out. My friends just laughed and flipped her their middle fingers, making noises and gestures… But I felt terrible. Seriously, deeply ashamed. She began to dig a trench through the sand between the dolphin and the water, to try and ease it back along its way as my group turned to leave, muttering and chuckling amongst themselves. But I chose to stay. I chose to stay because she was right. She was entirely right.
I apologised to her. She told me to go away. I stayed and helped anyway, and in silence we kept the dolphin wet, and slowly but surely managed to push it back out to sea.
…I think she’d forgiven me by the time we were watching it swim away beneath the stars. Enough to tell me her name, at least. And I told her mine. And she gave me a smile.

I got her a silver dolphin necklace for our fifth-year anniversary. It jingles softly around her neck as we run. The rain is easing up, the way is becoming clearer…

…And the Peak is in our sights. Tūma-tauenga stands waiting; a huge, shimmering spirit-statue, facing powerlessly out toward the thrashing seas beyond.
I cannot help but think about everything that Mia and I have been through. Everything we’ve faced together. Everything we’ve seen, everything we’ve done… It all flashes through my mind now, a beautiful and overwhelmingly melancholic story. Doing our best to live in peace… thrown from passion to passion by the frustrations of the god of the storm and his children… But it was an adventure. Because I was with Mia, because we always kept each other grounded… It was divine.
We are forced to another stop. Nestled between two mountains on either side, the cliffside Peak stands ahead, jutting out over the beaches below towards the sea… But Tāwhirimātea has commanded one final stand: his sons stand between us and our ultimate destination.
The three from below, and a dozen more, all stood waiting.
THE JAR!” calls Apū-matangi, his voice sharper now, more desperate as he points with a shaking hand toward the object I have held against me. “IT HAS TO BE NOW! DESTROY THE JAR!”
One of his brothers steps forward, a being of grey and drifting white, and one that I recognise as Hau-maringi of the mist. He eases out his arms, drawing in from the edges of the mountainside the fog of his namesake, steadily obscuring our view as his other, more violent brothers approach in turn, crackling and bristling with furious electricity.
I reach out for Mia’s hand, and she squeezes it tight, and the sudden sound of a great swooping and flapping… and birdsong… fills the air. The brothers are compelled to a halt as a tremendous flock of fantails rounds the side of the mountain and dives down between us and the storm-sons. A display of raw and enduring life, unapologetic in the face of such barbarous discordance is enough to hold them back.
Mia and I walk boldly as one through the birds, which swirl and dance around us as we make our way through. The brothers are cast back at our approach, unable to come close, cast back and away, returning vexed but powerless into their storm.
The rain eases and falls back into near-nothing as we stride to the edge of the Peak. The view is frightening, but even under the circumstances, the awe it inspires… is like nothing else.
The thought of our families aboard their boat, rocked and assaulted at the mercy of the waves out at sea brings us back… Only Tūma-tauenga the frozen giant can stop the storms… and only we can return Tūma-tauenga to life.
The weight of this brutal, pivotal moment hits me. It hits me like a hammer. I feel myself start to shake, and tears spill hot and fast down my face.
The birds have flown away. The brothers regroup. I can hear them behind us.
Mia holds me close. She wraps me up tight, presses her forehead against mine.
“We knew this moment would come, Hunter… We always knew…”
“But it’s too soon, Mia”, I stammer through sobs, “it’s too soon… More time… I just wanted a little more time…”
“Me too, Hunter”, she whispers, her voice soft as she strokes my face. “But everyone’s time comes to an end, sooner or later”.
She traces her fingers across the jar I hold to my chest. The jar I’ve clutched desperately the entire way. The most precious thing in the world.
…Except, it’s not exactly a ‘jar’. Not really. It’s more of a vase. An urn, you could say.

An urn that has, for the last six months, held Mia’s ashes.

The day of her death still haunts me terribly. I imagine it always will. A terrible accident, unrelated entirely to this battle of gods. The initial blow was eased, somewhat, by the mysterious magic that bound her spirit to mine. The forces that allowed her to remain upon this Earth, as long as I kept her ashes close, I really don’t understand. They may have been Tūma-tauenga‘s own, or they may have been another’s. But the truth don’t matter now. Not anymore.
Because Tūma-tauenga must be awoken. This feat must be done now, and can only be achieved with a tremendous release of spiritual energy.
A release caused, say, by the severing of a bond between souls.
I have so much left to say. I could talk with Mia upon this cliff for hours. For days. For months and years and years and years, forever. Never tiring. Me and her. Her, and I. As one.
But the sun sinks low in the sky. The end comes for us all.
…And for Mia, the end, is now.

“I’ll never forget you”. I whisper.
“I’ll never forget you”. She replies.
“I love you”, we say as one, as she kisses me.

And with tears streaming down my face, I pull back, and lift the lid from the urn. I drop the lid to the ground, and I stand on the edge of the cliff, waving the vase through the air. Mia’s ashes are thrown from inside and out and up into the wind. They swirl and dance and sparkle in the lights all around; the orange, fiery glow of Tūma-tauenga. The white streaks of lightning in the distance against the sea… and the red and the purple of the skies above.
Mia shimmers and disappears from beside me.
She appears before me, instead. Flickering in and out of sight, rising with the ashes, rising with the wind.
She smiles.
And I sob, and smile back.

And she is gone.

The ground shakes. Stones tumble from the cliffside as the grass blows out in all directions. The furious voices of the storm god’s sons are lost completely behind us as Tūma-tauenga, god of the spirit and drive of mankind, awakens. He awakens with a fury to match Tāwhirimātea’s own. He steps slowly from the cliff and down to the beach below, yet somehow losing no height in the process. I can feel the second-hand vibrations of the electricity and the raw power of his form across my skin as he raises his arms, bellowing loud in an ancient tongue as he pushes back the efforts of the god of the storm.
And in this moment, Tāwhirimātea, the god of the storms, is no worthy opponent. The freshly awakened body of Tūma-tauenga burns bright in ripples of orange, of purple, of yellow and gold…. The struggle is visceral and frightening, but with a final burst of light he disappears, defeating Tāwhirimātea and casting the storm away as he does so. The winds are left swirling in his wake, but they quickly fade into no more than gentle breezes. The waves of the sea begin to calm at once. The last roll of thunder is left unchained, and it shivers off and away into the far distance.
The clouds up above are forced to mellow. They drift with a newfound and welcome lack of purpose, free and light as the clear night sky behind them starts to return with its stars.
“…My debt remains unpaid, Dreamer, booms a voice from the sky. They are, for now, the final words of Tāwhirimātea, and they are full to the brim with the resentment and fury and forewarning of one who believes that he has been cheated, forever, out of something that was rightfully his. I will never forget. Know that I am coming for you. I am coming for you. Always.
Something sparkles in the grass besides me. I glance down to it.
Mia’s necklace. The shining silver dolphin, bright in the light of the stars. I pick it up and attach it around my own neck.
“Do as you will, Tāwhirimātea. I am not afraid of you”, I reply with a raw whisper, and the storm is gone.
There is only peace. A light breeze over the sands and the settling sea.
I rub my fingers gently against the dolphin as I stand alone on the cliffside, looking down at the ocean below.
And the coast, where it meets the sand, begins to light up. Slowly at first, but then faster, and faster still. To light up in shades of turquoise and azure and teal and aquamarine… ...Once the waters around the beach are aglow, the light carries on out to sea, far across the ocean… It’s the time of the year when the jellyfish float to the surface. Shining phosphorescent and bright in their bioluminescence, it’s a truly heavenly sight, and one that Mia always loved.
I drink it in.
The scene is as beautiful as ever, and a brilliant, bright and shimmering blue.
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2020.09.27 23:25 llaverna Weekly Round-Up: September 21st - September 27th

Weekly Round-Up: September 21st - September 27th
/bangtan Weekly Round-Up
Previous thread: September 14th - September 20th
This round-up is for everything that happened in the /bangtan realm within the past week, compiled for your convenience! If you have feedback, please leave a comment or send me a PM.
The latest weekly round-up is linked on the sidebar of the subreddit. The link to the archive of past round-up posts can always be found in the wiki index.

New Releases

Date Link Thread
200925 BTS (방탄소년단) 'Dynamite' Official MV (Choreography ver.) Thread

News & Information

Date Thread
200921 [Notice] ARMY on Air Fan Event for “BTS MAP OF THE SOUL ON:E Live Streaming” Raffle Entry Information
200921 Epic Games: Light it up like Dynamite! BTS arrives in Fortnite Party Royale!
200921 "Dynamite" is #2 on the Billboard Hot 100 for its 4th week
200922 The Tonight Show: 5️⃣NIGHTS 5️⃣ PERFORMANCES. Who’s ready for #BTSWEEK with @BTS_twt?! 📅9.28.20
200922 BTS have been nominated for "Top Duo/Group" at the 2020 Billboard Music Awards for a second consecutive year
200922 BTS have been nominated for "Top Social Artist" at the 2020 Billboard Music Awards
200922 John Cena To Appear On September 29 “Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon,” Also Featuring BTS
200924 [EVENT] ARMY MEMBERSHIP Renewal Event Notice
200924 Update Notice on Legal Proceedings Against Violation of Artist Rights
200924 ARMY Bomb Ver.3 and 'Map of the Soul Special Edition' can now connect to "Lights" music video on Weverse
200925 [Notice] Cancellation of the BTS MAP OF THE SOUL ON:E Offline (In-person) Concert
200925 BTS have taken their 14th win for "Dynamite" on today's KBS Music Bank
200926 BTS have taken their 15th win for 'Dynamite' on today's Music Core

Merchandise info

Date Thread
200922 Weverse: Learn Korean with BTS Book Package - Official Trailer 1
200924 BigHit Edu: [Learn! KOREAN with BTS Book Package] FAQ📢 ✅SPEAKING PEN User Guide

Expired news

Date Thread
200922 UNICEF: BTS is speaking at the UN General Assembly on 200923 to share a message of hope amidst the pandemic
200923 The Dynamite MV choreo version premiere on Fornite will be livestreamed on Amazon Music App

Appearances & Interviews

Date Link Thread
200921 BTS: Tiny Desk (Home) Concert Thread
200923 UNITED NATIONS: BTS, UNICEF and others: Protraction of COVID 19 crisis on the future generation Thread
200924 Grammy Museum: BTS Interview + 'Dynamite' Performance Thread
200926 [Audio] #MostRequestedLive Interview: BTS Thread
200927 BTS @ 2020 Lotte Duty Free Family Concert

Official Media

Type Date Link Thread
Bomb 200921 [BANGTAN BOMB] 'Dynamite' Stage CAM (BTS focus) @ TODAY Citi Music Series Thread
Bomb 200922 [BANGTAN BOMB] 'Dynamite' Stage CAM (BTS focus) @ NPR Tiny Desk Concert Thread
In the SOOP 200921 [In the SOOP BTS ver.] Highlight Clip EP.1-4 Thread
In the SOOP 200922 [Behind] In the SOOP BTS ver. EP.5 Back to the Forest: Behind-the-scenes Thread
In the SOOP 200924 In the SOOP BTS ver. EP.6 Together, and on Their Own Thread
In the SOOP 200924 [In the SOOP BTS ver.] Official Clip - Ep.7 Thread
Live 200922 2008** BTS Youtube Live Thread
Live 200925 2008** V & Jungkook (YouTube Live) Thread
Log 200927 Namjoon Thread
Magazine 200921 "Weverse Magazine" out now! Thread
Performance 200921 BTS (방탄소년단) 'Dynamite' @ TODAY Citi Music Series Thread
Teaser 200924 BigHit Exhibition: Preview 1 for Map Of the Soul On:E Exhibition
Teaser 200925 BTS MAP OF THE SOUL ON:E 시청 가이드 Thread
Video 200921 Fortnite x BTS: Special Announcement Thread
Video 200923 BTS (방탄소년단) Speech at the 75th UN General Assembly Thread
Other 200921 Learn! KOREAN with BTS [EP.29] I Hope You Are Happy Thread
Other 200925 BTS @ Fortnite Party Royale
Other 200926 BigHit Edu: A Hangul Day challenge with ARMY all over the world! Write #BTS’ lyrics of Mikrokosmos in Korean Thread

Official SNS

Date SNS Link Thread
200921 TikTok BTS on TikTok Thread
200921 Twitter Namjoon Thread
200921 Twitter Today's Bangtan @ NPR Music's Tiny Desk Concert Thread
200923 Weverse Compilation
200923 Weverse Namjoon Thread
200923 Twitter Today's Bangtan: UNICEF with BTS Thread
200924 Twitter BTS x Fortnite Thread
200924 TikTok Jungkook Thread
200925 Twitter Today's Bangtan @ GRAMMY Museum - The Drop Thread
200925 Weverse Compilation
200927 Twitter Namjoon Thread
200927 TikTok BTS on TikTok Thread
200927 Twitter j-hope Thread

CF & Partnerships

Date Thread
200921 Hyundai Lifestyle
200922 Lemona Official
200922 BTS x FILA - Launching of PROJECT 7 on 2020.09.24
200922 Samsung Mobile: All that you love, and more. The countdown begins. September 23, 2020. #GalaxyxBTS
200923 Samsung Mobile: Meet #GalaxyS20FE - our all-new favorite, right in the hands of your all-time faves. #GalaxyxBTS
200923 Fila Project 7 x BTS
200923 Galaxy S20 FE: BTS First Impressions
200923 Samsung Mobile x BTS Tweet Compilation (Galaxy Unpacked September 2020)
200924 BTS x Bodyfriend CF Behind Teaser Clips
200924 Seoul city's promotional video featuring BTS tops 100M views, various special programs planned to thank fans for the new record
200925 FILA x BTS - Project 7 Jimin
200926 FILA x BTS - Project 7 Jungkook
200926 Samsung Mobile: Here’s another side of BTS you’ve never seen before. Witness it all with the amazing drawing tools of the #GalaxyTabS7 #GalaxyxBTS
200927 Lotte Duty Free

Articles

Date Publisher Article Thread
200921 Korea Herald W520b per BTS member? Market worth of K-pop stars in limelight as agency IPO nears Thread
200922 Entertainment Weekly BTS taking over The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon for BTS Week Thread
200922 Washingtonian BTS Fans Are Donating to Public Radio Stations after Tiny Desk Concert Thread
200922 Time Halsey - The 100 Most Influential People of 2020, written by BTS Thread
200922 LaineyGossip BTS Is Everywhere, Part 613 Thread
200924 K-media Edaily reports BTS and BH have offered to lower their skyrocketing advertising fee. The group/BH have been offering lower fees since a few months ago. Thread
200925 CNBC Fans of boy band BTS join swarm of South Korean retail investors chasing hit IPO Thread
200925 Forbes BTS’s Achievements And Massive Global Fan Base Speak Much Louder Than Their Racist Critics Thread

SNS Mentions

NOTE: Entries with 💜 have new content directly involving BTS
Date 💜 Link Thread
200920 Docskim, A Member of Ghost Band Who Also Produced BTS Outro:Tear, Lie Posted About BTS NPR Tiny Desk On His Instastory Thread
200921 💜 PSY with V Thread
200921 Fortnite Thread
200922 Bang Sangho: Official Concept Illustrator for Map of the Soul 7: The Journey Thread
200922 Lotte Duty Free Family Concert Thread
200923 UNICEF X BTS: "If our voices can give strength to people, then that’s what we want and that’s what we’ll keep on doing." Thread
200923 Halsey Thread
200923 Sofia Vergara on her Instagram Thread
200923 Fortnite released a Dynamite emote Thread

Other media

Type Date Link Thread
Cover 200921 Kurt Hugo Schneider: Remaking BTS's "Dynamite" without leaving this Walmart Thread
Cover 200921 ONEUS (Seoho, Leedo, Hwanwoong) dance cover for Dynamite Thread
Cover 200921 KO (Pentatonix) covers Dynamite Thread
Cover 200922 Niki of Enhypen's Dynamite dance cover wearing the hanbok Jungkook gifted Thread
Cover 200922 Nev Schulman and Jenna Johnson dance the Cha Cha to “Dynamite” by BTS on Dancing with the Stars 2020 Thread
Reaction 200924 Psychiatrist Analyses Magic Shop by BTS Thread
Video 200920 Blueberry Eyes (feat. SUGA of BTS) [Making Of] Thread
Video 200922 Jimmy Fallon Says BTS's 'Tonight Show' Takeover Will Be 'Unbelievable' Thread
Video 200923 Jimmy Announces BTS Week on The Tonight Show Thread
Video 200924 The Late Late Show with James Corden: In tonight's game of SpillYourGuts, Alicia Keys asks @JKCorden to pick his favorite: Harry Styles or Baby Mochi? 😳😳😳 Thread
Video 200924 MAX: BLUEBERRY EYES BY MAX (FEAT SUGA OF BTS), LIVE FROM THE GREEK THEATRE Thread
Video 200925 Daechwita used on Boss in the Mirror Thread
Video 200925 BTS - Dynamite (방탄소년단) (#WITHOUTMUSIC Parody) Thread
Video 200924 BTS featured in the first question of Free Fall on NBC’s The Wall
Video 200926 The Try Guys Join The BTS Army Thread

Milestones

Type Date Thread
Charts/Sales 200921 BTS's "Dynamite" is officially No. 1 on this week's Global 200 Excl. U.S. Chart
Charts/Sales 200922 BTS's "Dynamite" Becomes the First and Only song by an Idol Group in Korean Chart history to achieve 500 Perfect All-Kills (PAK)
Charts/Sales 200923 BTS is now the first group in Korean chart history to surpass 600 Perfect All-Kills overall on Korean digital charts, the only artist alongside IU
Followers 200922 'BANGTANTV' Channel Has Surpassed 37 MILLION YouTube Subscribers (BTS remains the most subscribed channel by a male group on YouTube)
Likes 200927 "Dynamite" is now the most liked music video for a group in YouTube history (18.43M likes), surpassing "Boy With Luv"!
Streams 200926 BTS's "Dynamite" Has Now Surpassed 200 MILLION Streams on Spotify (6th song to do so)
Streams 200926 BTS Spotify account has gained 4 BILLION streams so far in 2020 (269 days)
Views 200921 BTS just broke the 'Tiny Desk' record for most YouTube views by a video on its first day ... in about 25 minutes
Views 200925 "Dynamite" has now surpassed 400 million views on YouTube

BTS Universe Story

Date Link Thread
200921 BTS Universe Story: Unveiled for the first time! Sneak peek of BTS Universe Story Special Costume. Whose costume do you want to unlock? Thread
200921 BTS Universe Story: A glimpse of a face and a flash of light. TaeHyung's the only witness. Who did he see? Thread
200922 BTS Universe Story: Unveiled for the first time! Sneak peek of BTS Universe Story Special Costume. Whose costume do you want to unlock? (2/2) Thread
200922 BTS Universe Story : D-2 Thread
200923 Pre-download for BTS Universe Story begins now! 9/24 11:00 (KST) / 9/23 7:00 PM (PDT) Thread
200923 BTS Universe Story : D-1 Thread
200923 BTS Universe Story: 7 young men are gathered in one place. They greet each other excitedly but with curious eyes... Thread
200924 has officially launched! Available for download now! Thread

TinyTAN

Date Link Thread
200923 TinyTAN: Give me a tiny fist bump! Thread

BT21

Date Link Thread
200921 Are you all ready for more exciting stories? ⠀ Like their many charms, BT21 has deep, engrossing tales yet untold...! 🤫 ⠀ It will all unfold soon. Thread
200923 “Who’s that lonely kid?” “Looks rather like me...” ⠀ CHIEF's story. Previously untold. ⠀ #Sep25 #ComingSoon Thread
200925 BT21 Original Story Episode 1 - Chimmy & Chief Thread

BT21 merchandise news

Date Thread
200922 BT21 Take a nap. These will help. Red heart #BT21 BABY #HandWarmer Cushion

Misc

Date Thread
200921 [Unconfirmed, see thread] 2020 MAMA will reportedly be held on December 6 at CJ ENM Contents World in Paju and BTS has reportedly been confirmed to attend
200924 [Throwback] Two years ago today, BTS addressed the 73rd United Nations General Assembly for the launch of UNICEF's 'Generation Unlimited'
200925 [Throwback] Four years ago today, BTS released comeback trailer "Boy Meets Evil" for "Wings"
200926 [Throwback] One year ago today, j-hope released "Chicken Noodle Soup" featuring Becky G

Subreddit

Rolling /bangtan Awards 2020 nomination form

Top Discussion Posts

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  2. [+69] Sharing wild visions for Bangtan
  3. [+59] Army Spending Habits
  4. [+55] What are some underrated tracks you love?
  5. [+51] Older ARMY, do you feel like more people are leaving the twitter fandom recently?

Weekly threads

Fanart

Here are past week's top 5 fanart posts from our sister subreddit, /heungtan!
Submitter Thread
imjustsmeagol Did a BTS paintings compilation pt.II during quarantine. Been pretty inspired by their recent content / messages amid these hard times. Stay safe out there folks!
ilumoone Quick Jimin sketch 💙
myheartisohmygod WINGS birthday cake
ilumoone J-hope Sketch ✨
ilumoone Sleepy JK drawing
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2020.09.27 23:11 Chiarin My Eurovision Journey - 2006 Final

Still in Athens, Greece, of course, and the opening sequence is baffling. Is that a giant gold wrecking ball covered in angels? I can't understand a word of what that singer is singing, and when she hit those high notes I think all my crystalware broke. Bring back camp Zeus and Hermes' budgie-smugglers please! I also don't like that yellow lampshade that presenter Maria is wearing.
Helena Paparizou is back, and her dress looks like it's gone through the shredder. I do like that, actually, I have a soft spot for fringe. Tonight's unofficial theme is all-white outfits - I counted seven in total (7.5 if you count Russia as half). The stage is interesting, with that amphitheatre feel to it, but I wasn't impressed with the postcards. Yes, Greece looks like a beautiful country (I've never yet visited), but they were all very sameish, and I got bored of the snogging people very soon.
Switzerland starts us off, and it looks like Siegel and Meinunger have been banished there? This is pretty much a ballad, plus I'm not a big fan anyway of these ensemble songs where each singer gets their own half a verse to steal the limelight, and everyone wears something different like they're in the Village People. Bad start.
Moldova is boring and bad at the same time, and I don't understand why the female singer has to strip down to her bikini while everyone else stays dressed. It's got a crap ending too.
Israel is gospel, which might not be so bad if it were the happy kind of gospel, but unfortunately this is the boring kind.
Latvia's song is entirely a capella. I think that's a first? I don't recall anyone ever doing the entire song a capella before. Vocally they're very good, and I do admire a capella groups, but I don't like this song at all. There's too much stuff going on in the high registers, and the start (for all its vocal wizardry) was a complete mess. Nice try, but there just isn't enough of a melody here for me.
Norway is making full use of the wind machine. This is vaguely mystical, but overall a little too high-pitched for me. I'd say it's better than everything I've seen so far, but I'm not sure I like it. I'm not even sure that this could grow on me.
So hang on, did someone say that Spain's song last year was a budget Las Ketchup? As in these ladies are supposed to be better? I call bullshit, because this is a bag of shite.
Malta does his utmost to smoulder away on stage, but the song is uninspired, repetitive dance crap and he's often off-key.
Germany has opted for country this year, and it ain't half bad. Country is not a music style I tend to voluntarily listen to, but whenever I hear something like this I find myself unexpectedly charmed. There's just something about that brush-beat and the twang of a banjo that plucks at the heart a little. I mean, I don't want to keep this, but at least I'm not sitting here wishing they'd finish soon.
Denmark is pleasant enough, and I do like the rock 'n' roll style, but like Germany this is more in a 'I don't mind listening to this' rather than in an 'omg I want to keep this for ever and ever' kind of way. Terrible golden boots though.
Russia is kind of cute, except he has the rattiest mullet I've ever seen. I'm also disappointed that he couldn't be bothered to dress up, but I guess it went with the underwear theme they had going in the semi-final. The song itself is another pleasant one that otherwise doesn't knock me over. I'm also baffled by the ballerina in the piano.
FYR Macedonia is very much out of key, which I don't think she was in the semis. The chorus of this is quite catchy, but I'm not impressed with the rest.
Romania sounds vaguely familiar once he gets to the chorus, but then I have heard this before, 14 years ago. Again, the chorus is pretty catchy, but the rest is uninspiring, and it's another one of those songs that's just a little too shouty for me.
Bosnia Herzegovina starts off absolutely lovely, with that guitar or mandolin or whatever it is plucking out that gorgeous melody. It does tail off a little towards the end, but that's because with a song like this I'd prefer it if they kept it more subdued all the way through rather than go for that crescendo at the end. Still, this is absolutely the best song of the night (so far).
Lithuania are brave, I'll give 'em that. Five blokes in neat suits singing a tongue-in-cheek football chant. The audience clearly don't get the joke, since they get booed, but I like the bald guy going all out with his 'dancing' during the violin solo. So this is a little more like it for a joke entry - it's catchy at least - but you'll never catch me putting a football chant on my playlist. Another one for the 'I don't mind listening to this but no repeats, thank you' list.
The UK is a shitty rap song with the most annoying cockney chorus ever. Man, this is bad. One of those times to be grateful for Eurovision's three-minute rule.
I'm trying to decide whether I like Greece's outfit, and I still haven't decided. It sort of looks like something Jack Sparrow might wear. The song is meh, just over-dramatic meh.
The winner is Lordi with Hard Rock Hallelujah for Finland. So Finland thought 'fuck it, we'll never win with something normal' so they sent monster hard rock. I admire them for that, and I do not in any way begrudge them their win (they deserved a win after all the shitty voting they've had to deal with), but hard rock is so not my genre. The only hard rock I like is a bunch of Rammstein songs, but Rammstein can be quite melodic, and Till Lindemann doesn't follow the 'barfing up your breakfast' style of singing. So do I like this? Absolutely not. I don't hate it either, but I really wouldn't voluntarily listen to this again. Go Finland, now let's move on.
Ukraine is oodles of fun. Bouncy, catchy, sassy without being annoying, and a powerful voice that stops just shy of being too shouty. I even like that long drawn-out cry near the end, because damn, does she nail it! I like this a lot.
France is quite mellow. I like the guitar and the cello, and the shicka-shicka beat. She's a little off-key at times, but I don't think it's because she can't sing. I wouldn't want to keep this, but it deserved better than 22nd place.
Croatia is in a genre called 'turbo folk'? It's... interesting. Cheerful, definitely, it made me smile throughout. I would probably say that I like this, though I'm not sure this would work without the performance to go with it.
Oh, Ireland's ballad. Wake me up when it'zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
(This was an ordeal in the semis, because this really is even more boring than Ireland usually is, and then it was followed by Cyprus' sleep fest. I really nearly did fall asleep.)
Carola is hoping to reprise her 1991 win for Sweden with a song that pretty much represents everything I hate about Eurovision-pop. It's shouty and bland and utterly, utterly forgettable while being hateful when you're listening to it. I also really hate her outfit with those stupid gold trousers. I've not forgotten how France was robbed, Carola!
Turkey is hideous, atrocious, horrible, awful, abominable, dreadful, terrible, appalling, hideous, ghastly, dire, heinous, odious, miserable. I actually got my thesaurus out to find more synonyms to use. God I hate this song. How the fuck did this get through the semi-finals?
Oh yes, I remember Armenia's debut - first in the semis, last in the final. It's catchy and bouncy, and I think he sings it better than he did in the semi-final. I really rather like this - good finish, especially after having to sit through that abomination that was Turkey. I also like the stuff they're doing with their... um, suspenders? Elasticky bits. (Plus, I should add that I took a break after this, since it was nearing dinner time, and I had this song pretty much on repeat for half an hour straight, so I guess I totally love it. Oh, and this is literally the first song where I actually feel that the key change really adds to the song.)
There were no outstanding contenders for the Barbara Dex award, but since I'll have to pick someone I'll pick Carola's terrible golden trousers. The official award went to Portugal, which I do agree with, but I'll continue to reserve mine for the final only.
To start the voting they drag out Nana Mouskouri, and TIL that the stress in Mouskouri is on mous, not on kou. Helena Paparizou also sings another song, and I rather like it. The interval act is called 4000 years of Greek song, and it's not bad. It ended with a sirtaki-style dance that kept going faster, which is all I was hoping for really.
I didn't realise that they switched the voting to giving just the last three scores so soon, but I'm glad they did, because having to sit through 37 countries giving out 12 separate votes is interminable. It's good to see Finland leading right from the start. The only other thing I'll add about the voting is a heartfelt apology on behalf of my country for Paul de Leeuw's embarrassing contribution. Words cannot express how much I hate that loathsome little toad.
So not a dreadful year overall - I came away with three songs (no idea what I was doing back in 2006 to have missed these gems! Oh wait, I may have been planning my wedding - I got married in 2006).
Predictions - u/maninahamsterwheel said Bosnia Herzegovina, Norway, Croatia, Ukraine and Armenia. I'm still not entirely convinced by Croatia, so I'll let them count for half a point, but that still gives an impressive 3.5 points. u/oyuvhozcnsauimj said Norway, Croatia and Romania, so that's only half a point, sorry. u/aerysun said Norway, Bosnia Herzegovina, Denmark, Lithuania and Finland (half), so that's one point only. Thanks again, it kind of makes me pay more attention to those songs, so it's all good. :)
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2020.09.27 22:25 Kali-of-Amino Oscar and Ozpin

There's a lot to parse out with Oscar and Ozpin. I made my first stab at it a year and a half ago, before Volume 7 came out. The Atlas storyline would add more evidence in favor of my conclusion, but I'll put those up separately. This post is long enough already.
Originally posted to Amino in 3 parts on May 13, 2019.
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What's my opinion on OscaOzpin? It involves a lot of psychological background stuff, so it's in three parts. The first part talks about "like-minded souls", the second part talks about early adolescence, and the third part talks about Ozpin himself. Ready?
Part 1: Like-Minded Souls
"Nature vs. Nurture" is an age-old question, but significant strides have been made in answering it. Scientific studies on IQ began in the late 19th Century, and by the late 20th Century enough was known that it could be safely said that every person came with an intelligence "preset", which while often quite higher than it appeared to be, nonetheless had an upper limit. A quality education could help a student reach that limit, and often exceed perceived limits (especially when cultural stereotypes were factored in), but the limits themselves appeared to be innate. Then came the 1980s, and things got interesting.
Mid-Twentieth Century America was overly fond of the practice of stranger adoption, whereby an infant was completely removed from their biological relatives and placed with total strangers, with no knowledge whatsoever of their biological background. Today it is looked on much less favorably, and has been all but abandoned in some locations. Nonetheless, it made for a golden opportunity for social scientists to study "nature vs. nurture". A number of studies were made which compared adoptees to their adopted parents and siblings vs biological parents and siblings they had never met. The most important were the studies of genetically identical twins reared apart, including the Minnesota Twin Study, also known as MISTRA.
The MISTRA study united adult identical twins who had never met, and who had usually only just learned of each other's existence, for a week of intense psychological testing. The twins were uncannily alike. Their IQs were identical over 77% of the time, in spite of being reared in different environments. Their character strengths and values showed a similar alignment, and they shared the same personality quirks more often than not. This even held when one twin was reared a German Nazi and the other was reared an Orthodox Jew. It's currently holding with Chinese twin girls who are being reared in San Francisco and in rural Norway.
Most significantly, when compared with identical twins reared together, the identical twins reared apart were markedly MORE alike, without the environmental pressure to differentiate themselves while growing up.
(Note this only happens with identical twins. Fraternal twins like Raven and Qrow show the same lesser similarity patterns as other biological siblings.)
These findings have led to a new theory of personality in which the human brain has "presets" not just for IQ but also for other character strengths, such as Honesty, Loyalty, Bravery, Gratitude, and Love of Learning. Of course, just as with IQ having a high "preset" doesn't guarantee that you will reach your full potential. A person with a high IQ won't thrive in an environment that isn't intellectually stimulating, nor will a person with a high Honesty "preset" thrive in a den of thieves.
(Note the existence of psychological "presets" in no way endorses society putting obstacles in the way of people reaching their potential.)
What does this have to do with Ozpin? I believe Oscar and Ozpin are indeed "like-minded souls". I think the mechanism the God of Light set up for Ozma's reincarnation made a template based on Ozma's "presets" -- his intelligence, character strengths, and personality quirks -- and set it to look for the human male in the appropriate age range who best fits that template. "Best fit" doesn't mean "perfect fit", but it does mean that Oscar and Ozpin share many traits, and even without the Ozma collective roosting in his head Oscar would have become a man similar to Ozpin in many ways when he was grown.
We saw at the farm that Oscar was responsible, diligent, meticulous, and a self-starter -- not many 14 year old boys get up at dawn to begin hard labor without prompting. We saw that he had intelligence, a love of learning (the books in his room), a sense of humor (his interaction with his aunt), and a strong sense of privacy (he both lived in his own little "tower" and he didn't tell anyone else what he was going through). Most significantly, he refused to make a decision until he felt he had all the relevant information, but once he did he acted quickly. These are all traits he shares with Ozpin.
On the road he's also shown kindness, perceptivity, patience, modesty, politeness, curiosity, a calm and somewhat reserved demeanor, and an unwillingness to judge others at first sight, also traits he shares with Ozpin. And there's the equanimity to recognize that he has the equivalent of a potentially devastating psychological disorder and the courage to persevere in the face of it.
Indeed, there's only one major trait of Ozpin's that we haven't seen Oscar exhibit on his own, and that is Ozpin's phenomenal ability to recognize and nurture talented individuals. That was a skill honed over an 80 year lifespan. We don't know if Oscar has it or will develop it. It's possible it was a trait they don't share in common. It's also possible Oscar just hasn't needed it yet.
But what about Ozpin's faults? In some people a combination of bluntness and detachment is a symptom of depression, and I started to wonder if Ozpin was concealing a bout of severe depression by the third episode. His passivity in the second and third volumes convinced me of this diagnosis, especially in light of Ironwood and Goodwitch calling it uncharacteristic of Ozpin. There's also the reluctance to share his problems with others that tripped him up so badly in Volume 6, as well as the grief and despair with which he spoke of Lionheart's betrayal. So the question is, if Oscar was frustrated, scared, or depressed, would he tend to keep this to himself? Haven't we seen signs of that already?
So the major differences I see in their personalities are products of age, experience, and/or damage.
For a final bit of evidence that innate character strengths are an important part of the story, consider the Volume 6 intro song, complete with the line "trust the way we're made".
Best case scenario, the Ozma collective in Oscar's head merely reinforces character strengths he already has, allowing him to attain his maximum potential with those skills decades before he would have done so under normal circumstances, while providing him a deep database of collective memories to draw from. This falls in line with Ozpin's own description of the process, "In time Oscar will INHERIT my (skills)". But there are other, darker possibilities, especially in light of Oscar's youth.
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Part 2: Adolescence
We saw that it's possible Ozpin will merely enhance Oscar's natural gifts. But there's also a danger he will take over completely. And because Oscar is at an especially vulnerable age, it might happen without him even meaning to.
The things we do with our minds -- thoughts, feelings, habits -- leave patterns in our heads The more often these things are repeated, the stronger the patterns become. Periodically the mind culls out weak patterns to make room for new ones, especially if they aren't tied to any biological "presets". This is why you can't remember the details of those boring afternoon seminars you had to attend. But there is a time when the brain is exceptionally aggressive at culling out weak patterns.
Human being have incredibly complex brains, far too complex for all the neural wiring to be finished in the womb. You were born with the minimal amount of wiring in your brain to do the job, that's why babies are so helpless. The brains wires itself slowly as you grow stronger, faster, more coordinated, and better able to remember and reason. Then during puberty, as your brain finishes wiring itself, you get the equivalent of a CPU upgrade. Suddenly you can understand metaphors, algebra, and nuance.
But what happens when you upgrade your CPU? You have to reboot. And then you have to check your files.
As part of the "soft reboot" all teenagers go through, the adolescent brain aggressively culls out weak patterns, clearing the way for those extra synapses you now have to form new patterns, letting you look at the world in new ways.
The technical term for this process is "growing up".
By virtue of its sheer age, the Ozma collective has to be the strongest collection of patterns in Oscar's mind. It's possible that as part of this normal adolescent "maintenance sweep" Oscar's personality could be completely overwritten. An older man whose mind was more settled would be in far less danger than a youth.
But there's another factor to consider, and that is the will of the Ozma collective itself. We'll consider that in Part 3.
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Part 3: Ozpin's Choice
This final section will rely more on speculation about lore and themes than on psychology. There's not much to go on for foreign entities possessing minds. Even "normal" multiple personalities might not tell us much, as that is an extreme version of a normal coping device. A person with Dissassociative Disorder doesn't truly have multiple minds, just one mind that has split itself up in order to engage in a radical form of multi-tasking. But the themes of RWBY can point us in an interesting direction.
The two most important themes in RWBY are: 1) Keep Moving Forward, and 2) Don't Lose Your Cool. Negativity attracts the Grimm, but even when there are no Grimm around bad things still happen to characters who lose their cool, as when Jaune lost his cool with Cinder or Adam lost his cool with Yang and Blake. These themes cast an intriguing light on the lore of the Ozma collective.
It's canon that Ozma can completely consume the mind of a new host, and that at the beginning he didn't know how to do anything else. But when this happens he is just an old man in a young body. He hasn't Moved Forward, i.e. learned anything. Sharing a body with another mind gives him access to new insights and perspectives, and possibly new skills as well. This sharing allows the Ozma collective to Move Forward, and not simply age as Salem has done.
But this sharing has to be a delicate process, especially at first. The Ozma collective has to show deliberate restraint. How? That question brings us to the second theme, Don't Lose Your Cool. While it hasn't been stated, the process must be dependent on the Ozma collective staying calm, as the first instinct of a distraught mind is to seize control.
We were told that the first person with whom Ozma learned to share a mind was the maker of his cane. This man appears to have been a gifted inventor as well as a husband and father. Consuming his mind would have meant the loss of those gifts and their insights, as well as the destruction of his family. Learning how to share meant learning how to stay calm, which in turn allowed the two minds to eventually merge, forming the beginning of the Ozma collective. (Whether the full merger happens in death and/or old age is unclear. Quite frankly I doubt the Ozma collective has often had the privilege of old age. Ozpin, may well be the oldest he has ever lived.)
We were told that the first person with whom Ozma learned to share a mind was the maker of his cane. This man appears to have been a gifted inventor as well as a husband and father. Consuming his mind would have meant the loss of those gifts and their insights, as well as the destruction of his family. Learning how to share meant learning how to stay calm, which in turn allowed the two minds to eventually merge, forming the beginning of the Ozma collective. (Whether the full merger happens in death and/or old age is unclear. Quite frankly I doubt the Ozma collective has often had the privilege of old age. Ozpin may well be the oldest he has ever lived.)
And here is where I believe the cane serves another purpose besides weapon and possible magic tool. I believe it also serves as a memory aid, a reminder to the Ozma collective of the importance of staying calm. We have seen Ozpin appear to soothe himself by holding it even when he doesn't need it. That may well be what he is actually doing.
In short, I believe the Ozma collective could consume Oscar's mind and wear his body like a meat puppet. I believe he has done it before, and under dire circumstances would do it again. But I also believe he doesn't want to do that, and is taking steps to prevent it from happening. I think he wants to allow Oscar's mind to gradually merge with the Ozma collective, slowly coming to, as Ozpin put it, "inherit" the gifts of the Ozma collective which would allow Oscar to achieve full mastery of their shared talents at an incredibly accelerated rate, becoming the same sort of young prodigy that Weiss told Raven that Ozpin had been. Eventually Oscar would become the dominant voice of the collective while Ozpin became part of the memory core, before passing it on to another.
So what happens to the Ozma collective's highly valued calm when confronted with the death of his family and what he no doubt considers generations of personal failures all over again? It flies out the window. While guilt and shame surely played a role in his decision to wall himself off in a corner of Oscar's mind, I believe his primary motivation was a desire to protect Oscar's personality from being destroyed by the force of his grief.
If this supposition is correct, then psychology brings up an interesting point. Bottled emotions can't calm down. So what are Oscar and Ozpin to do? That depends on what the writers want to do, and how much time they allot to do it in.
Atlas looks like an interesting trip.
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2020.09.27 21:42 LightweightChewy Transcendence

I listened to I Dreamt We Spoke Again for the first time back in March when covid shut everything down. The song gave me the idea to talk to my old girlfriend again. I had been in a quasi relationship/friendship with another girl that had really just filled the void left by her absence; I could see this relationship was coming to an end. This girl had cussed me out and flipped me off a few times, and I just kept thinking about my old girlfriend. A few days later, her sister called in on my favorite radio station (I told played this station during our dates and told her it was my favorite) telling me to text her. She had called in a few times over the summer when we were dating and kind of fell out of touch (never really brokeup, the relationship never progressed that far). So, I Snapchatted her sister, which took a lot of confidence from me considering I had originally not responded, and later Snapchatted her. We kept in contact until the middle of summer when I again stop responding to her. We now go to different colleges, which are across the country.
I genuinely love this girl, but it seems we never can keep a lasting relationship before falling out of touch. She was my first true girlfriend. I still get chills whenever I listen to Death Cab for Cutie, especially I Dreamt We Spoke Again and the album Kintsugi. I feel like she is always in my life, even if we do not really talk anymore. I hope we could meet again sometime in the town we grew up in when I am older.
Does anyone else have similar experiences with Death Cab for Cutie music?
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