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ur personality is defined by ur favorite line in hallelujah
tag your favorite line of hallelujah
“tag your favorite line of hallelujah” scans to Hallelujah.
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you tried to read the words as prose but noticed how its scansion goes and now you can’t unhear the tune, so screw ya recall the phrase you love the most then once again reblog this post and tag your fav’rite line of hallelujah
okay that’s it I hate you all. like… fuckign done. i’ve hit the wall.
…I’m calling the Tumblr Cops to come subdue you
I hate the fact this fucking fits. I’m just about to call it quits. Now everything just sounds like hallelujah.
You pick a phrase, you pick a rhyme, repeat the sound another time, Five iambs, then an extra beat will do ya. Another rhyme, a rising note - congratulations, you just wrote Another goddamn verse to Hallelujah.
Fools Part 2
This isn’t exactly a direct sequel. More of a spiritual successor to the first part. I haven’t written anything significant in like a year, so *waves hands* here you go.
“Why are you avoiding me?”
Runaan tensed, his concentration shattering under that familiar brogue. He took a measured breath and opened eyes, staring into the forest beyond. Birds chirped overhead, flitting in and out of the strands of sunlight piercing the thick cover of leafs. “I’m not.”
Ethari’s dark brows arched and his lipped thinned. For a moment, he considered removing an item from his bag and chucking it at the perfect white braid in front of him. “Then why did Dali stop by my shop earlier to ask why you dropped your bow off with her for repairs instead of with me?”
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Fools
I wasn’t originally going to post this, seeing as how it’s pretty short and I wrote it in a sleep-deprived haze last night, but my sleep-deprived haze tonight figures, what the heck? Might as well. This is unedited nonsense, and basically an experiment in trying to find the voices for these two again, but have some super rough pre-ruthari, ruthari. Oh, and the title was stolen from Fools by Lauren Aquilina, because it’s very Ruthari for me.
Ethari’s back was to the door, and Runaan lingered on the threshold. There was a hypnotic quality to the steady rise and drop of Ethari’s arm as he hammered his newest project. Or perhaps it was just the curve and flex of his bicep. Runaan shook his head. Dismissing the flush on his cheeks because of the stifling heat, he stepped inside the room. When Ethari remained fixated on his task, Runaan hesitated. He didn’t want to startle the craftsman, and risk causing him injury.
Taking an awkward step back towards the door, Runaan froze as Ethari’s head turned and caught him in the corner of one light brown eye. “Stop haunting my doorway like a ghost,” he said, words softened by his smile. “I’ll be with you in a minute.”
Because I have just seen this specific thing for the second time, I would like to say:
- If I reblog your art, I do not expect you to reblog (or share!) my fic in return
- If I comment on your fic, I do not expect you to comment on (or read!) mine in return
- My enjoyment of anyone's work does not come with strings or expectations
- My friendship is not a bill that you will have to pay later
That's it!
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together (tragic)
so S6 is gonna hurt huh
I feel like this has weight! a few months ago my demon brain conjured a similar idea of rayla needing to choose who to save (and thusly only saving runaan), and given the sheer emphasis he is given in s5 "Runaan is in the centre of the group in Rayla's vision (and in other moments where she's holding all 3 coins), Rayla says his name first in the scene above, and in the very beginning of S5 E1, she says his name with an added layer of emotion", and "Runaan's coin was the only coin that Rayla hugged at the beginning of 5x01" (cr: ladyandherbooks), I feel like there might be some elements of choice and sacrifice involved in the de-coining.
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The amount of creativity I possess when I have absolutely no time to do anything with it is astounding.
The lack of creativity when I have nothing going on is disappointing
Random thought on TDP S5: Callum briefly gets a look at the ‘returning lost spirits to their bodies’ spell and mentions that it requires special ultra-rare diamonds. Sure would be neat if that spell also required those diamonds to be crafted into something to work. No idea where they could find someone to help with that. Not like there’s a Master Craftsman with a vested interest in the outcome of that spell.
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The problem about having brainrot for your own fic is that I want to talk about it constantly but I don’t want to spoil anything but I want to talk about motives and characters and just the events but I want to preserve mystery and suspense
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God this
The Origin of PenguIan
So… I should be working on GLU. That was the plan for November. But work has sucked and it’s the Christmas season, and well, one thing led to another. (In my defense, it’ll be set in the GLU universe). And I maybe bought a penguin decoration that reminded me of Ian. I shared the development with @zadien and now I’m a thousand words into a Christmas special featuring PenguIan (named by previously mentioned bad influence Gems). And because I have no self-control, and I’m decorating today, here’s a snippet.
Tala stepped back and tucked his hands into the pockets of his worn jeans, eyes narrowing on the sadly blinking strand of colored lights hanging above the bar. “That’s…” He tilted his head. “Not great.”
Beside him, Ian scoffed. “Congratulations,” he said. “You somehow managed to make this place even more depressing than it was two minutes ago.”
Tala winced, wanting to argue, but something about the single line of illumination against a backdrop of sawdust and plastic sheeting did manage to make the scene worse. “Fuck off; we’re being festive,” he said. “It’ll be better with a tree.”
Inspired by @paperclippedmime Nano question today - what would be the opening & ending songs if your WIP was adapted? And because GLU is heavily music inspired, and the opening the ending are kind of a given for GLU (my chapters are titled after their main musical inspirations):
Opening: Paper Wings by Rise Against
Ending: The Good Left Undone by Rise Against
I figured I’d share a song / scene that I’m currently working on in GLU. The song is Whereabouts Unknown by (shocking everyone I’m sure) Rise Against.
The specific lyrics for this scene are from around the middle of the song:
Another place, another time We toed the same side of the line Yeah we saw eye to eye Even then the saddest sounds, Were nothing laughter could not drown But we are not laughing now I see your face In my sights I hesitate And then look for a sign Somewhere in the sky
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My fave SLTS scene to date!
I was thinking about @paperclippedmime's question regarding music and how they work with certain scenes. And it got me thinking about this particular piece of music from Haikyuu that I wrote and edited a Tala scene to (finding this track on youtube is an effort because the album on Spotify is all in Japanese and I DON'T SPEAK IT! But I know this scene and the Trust part gave it away.)
It's from Chapter 39, I think of SLTS. The ending of the Time arc. The Varsity are losing to the JV team because Varsity have lost a few key players (most especially their goalie and they are having teething problems and communication problems and things are not going well). So of course Tala has to step up and save the day, right? (Also featuring Sassy Best Boi Max as the goalie extraordinaire for the JV team and Daichi being Daichi). -----------
As Jefferson moved up with the puck in hand, Tala blew out a breath, cleared his mind, allowed it to frost over until it mimicked the flat surface beneath his skates.
Jefferson glanced between Miguel and Kai, offered his pithy spiel about sportsmanship—probably lifted from a Disney movie—and readied the puck.
Kai nodded, a quick jerk of his head, eyes glued to the black disc. Miguel shifted, his fingers twitching on the stick. Daichi shuffled an inch to the side, a subtle position aimed to block Enrique’s dash up front. Tala’s lips ticked up. Good for them, they’d guessed their tactic. Not that it would help them.
The puck dropped.
Kai blocked Miguel, and knocked the puck back. Tala snatched it and whipped away to clearer ice, out of Kirby’s surprisingly fast reach. He drew back as Kirby chased him and looked around for Enrique.
“You’re going the wrong way!” Kane shouted.