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  1. "when he said, 'as you wish,' what he meant was, 'i love you.'" 6.5/10 yeah seeing this three months ago was cool but also not getting a rating in a music rating thread. i did correct the remix thing from the last post though sorry i mixed that up. 6.5/10 that's a really tempting song name to meme on but i will resist the urgeOP Suggestion: i don't normally listen to noise but i do sometimes dip my toe in and enjoy what i find 7/10
  2. if how do you live/the boy and the heron is so good why isn't there a how do you live/the boy and the heron 2

    1. radio414

      radio414

      i enjoyed it immensely go see a new ghibli movie in theaters nerds

  3. It had only been a half-day’s worth of activities, but Melissa was still glad to return to the apartment. Some of the day's events had turned out to be quite harrowing, and Melissa needed some time to recover. The other feeling she’d had was worry, just thinking about how Bartleby had handled the place by himself. Perhaps such a feeling was unfounded, but he did turn out to be mobile after all, even vocal at Fen’s and her return! It was practically cause for celebration, as Melissa scooped Bartelby up into her arms and carried him around the apartment. She did notice his occasional longing glance at the kitchen, though, and chided him accordingly. “You’ll get your food at dinnertime,” she said. “The person at the store and the instructions on the bag say the same thing. It’s all measured out.” It didn’t stop Bartleby’s wanting, but saying it out loud did help reinforce the schedule to herself. Like all pet caretakers, she wanted to give him a little something, you know, as a treat. Maybe someday, but she wanted to be disciplined for the time being. That night, Melissa placed her new Duel Mon- her new Yu-Gi-Oh! deck, box and all, including the chaff, in her bedside table drawer and lay awake looking up at the ceiling. Her mind whirred at just how similar the world of Prana was to her own, and yet still uncannily different in so many ways. She wondered when the inevitable screw-up was going to happen, that she would make a mistake and it would be meaningful somehow. Socially, perhaps she could fall back on her status as a Guardian, or even use that as a defense, because of course she still didn’t get it, why would she? But there was potential for her to suffer a real, physical cost because of something like this. She didn’t see it, but as she learned from her training with Rei, just because she couldn’t see it yet did not mean it wasn’t there. It took a while, but she eventually drifted off to a dreamless sleep.“Have you ever given orders to the morning, or shown the dawn its place?” -Job 38:12 (NIV)Despite her watch flashing a news report about skeleton attacks, Melissa wasn’t exactly hurrying to get out of bed. There were no blaring alerts. Mauvache had said nothing yet. But tried not to laze about. Instead, Melissa’s movements were more of a deliberate slowness, savoring the morning as best she could. She’d heard that pets and owners slowly adapted to each other, owners becoming more like their pets and vice versa. Perhaps there was an element of truth to that. When she got downstairs, though, the lack of anybody else suggested she was the first one up, which implied differently. She checked on Bartleby, who was also sound asleep, and went over to the kitchen to make breakfast. Just something she could throw together, she thought. Maybe some toast, with butter and jam? That and some tea sounded nice. As her slices of bread magically turned into toast, accursed thoughts crept in. There was something ominous about skeletons. Maybe that was just the fact they were skeletons -- they were perfectly natural parts of the body until they were outside of you and still moving around. Melissa couldn’t help but wonder if there was a reason the news was investigating that, from the headlines, still was just speculation at this point. But she was able to keep such idle ruminations at bay a little longer for now, at least unless everyone else came down and started talking about it too. She hoped there would be something else to distract them so they wouldn’t, but could only guess as to what that could even be.
  4. Chris was surprised his cry of success had not been met with a stampede of three other people trying to get down, especially given all the yammering they had been giving him beforehand, but that was probably for the best. He didn’t want to be trampled. He did want to get out of there as soon as possible, though, even if the darkness was emanating down there below him in a way the stairs in the dungeon had not done so previously, but he was thankful for the moment to collect himself. He stood up and put away his lockpicking kit, making sure everything was in his proper place. Sword sheathed, the magic thread was put away, his daggers… Oh. It wasn’t a big deal or anything. He still had the one dagger to wield in his off-hand when necessary, and he could just acquire a new one later, whether through legal means or not. Surely, Chris thought, he was not the first person to lose something down here. Really, with the way he threw them around so often, it was amazing it took fifteen floors and several desperate flights away from attacking monsters to leave one behind. The sounds of continued fighting rang out behind him, but Chris still faced forward down the stairs. He had plans for that afternoon and night that he had to get ready for. Everyone else would get there when they were ready. They could take care of themselves. But then he thought about every time Lana and he had charged to the other’s defense, or whenever Estellise had gone out of her way to ensure his safety. He thought about Ziun charging in behind him when Ziun thought Chris might be in trouble. They were still a team, and they had to finish as one. He turned back around and saw the thing from earlier menacing Lana with a dagger. His dagger. Chris’ other dagger was out of his hand before he even had time to think, hurtling through the air and chunking into its chest. It staggered and stopped in place for a moment to collect itself, but that meant it was still very much aware of what was happening to it, and pretty soon it was trudging toward Lana again. “We can get out of here,” Chris said, “I’ve got your back if it chases us.”
  5. Casino Royale (2006) “Oh! Right! Sorry!” Minos said as Belle asked about her powers. “Uh, I manipulate the earth. Best way I can describe it is I can pull walls up. I guess I could show you but I can’t do that here, obviously. I also have a really good sense of direction, but Cassie says that’s not a power that’s just proper awareness of my surroundings. Cassie never gets lost either. Have you met her? Cassiopeia?” A.V.D. answered the question as well. “Mine’s kind of a showy one too, but, uh, I do illusions. You know, pantomime sort of stuff. I guess I can-” He held his hand out in front of him and started peeling an imaginary orange, picking at the top before winding around the orange with one long strip. He tossed it into the air a few times, catching it to demonstrate its weight. “I’m not- Other people see it. They tell me I’m good at it. I can’t actually see the stuff I make, so I guess I just have to believe them. I don’t know. I just felt I had to do something, you know?” He looked down at the map of the casino Override provided. “So there’s a bunker underneath this, huh? How do you suppose we get down there?” “Oh, maybe it’s like a movie, we have to break into the vault!” Minos said. “Like, actually, that’s underground, right? At least we know where that is. We just gotta go…” She ran her finger through Override’s projection, tracing a path through the blueprints, down an inclined elevator shaft, and to a large circular room. “Oh wow, that’s got a lot of security stuff already,” she said. “And it’ll be swarming with Gibbons, I’m sure,” A.V.D. said. “I like the vault idea, though. Having both a high-security vault and a panic bunker seems like it’d be overkill, and we’d probably see more evidence of the latter on the map.” Director Sekelsky walked over. “Unlike the other group, it’s a bit of a hike to Hell’s Inferno, so I’ve arranged a transport. It’s an Edison Mark Three, something you --” He glared at Belle as he said this “-- should be intimately familiar with, so whenever you’re ready. Minos looked at Belle also, mostly just following the Director’s gaze out of curiosity, then back up at the director, then back at Belle and Victor. “You asked about how we can support each other,” she said. “Honestly, I’m pretty flexible. Tell me where I need to stand for you to do your best and I can do it.” A.V.D. nodded his agreement. “I’ll do my best,” he said. “But it sounds like we should go.” Battle Royale II: Requiem (2003) The Horseshoe Stadium was named after its shape. Rather than a bowl-shaped stadium that encircled its staging area entirely or the boxy nature of the stadium in the Old North, the primary section was shaped like a U, wrapping around the field only partway, with the final section enclosing the space added almost as an afterthought. It was the biggest construction in Scarlet City, able to seat a sizeable chunk of the population when a particularly big event rolled around. Strangely, neither The Horseshoe nor the Stadium in the Old North were actually located in the district of Skitty called Arena District. The world just had too many different ways to provide a space for a crowd, but it had been that way for as long as anybody could remember, and some of the concerts they hosted during less tenuous times were pretty good, so nobody really bothered scaling them down. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Someone had proposed a set of luxury box seats to be built in that would technically reduce The Horseshoe’s total capacity by a couple thousand people, but that was always getting lost in the process when it came time to allocate funds for it. So somebody cared, but in a weird way, and clearly not enough. The group, Cassiopeia, Sibyl, and Aeon, found themselves just outside one of the Horseshoe’s many entrances. Like the fictional Colosseum they might have read about, this one allowed entrance from any direction to assist traffic flow. This one, though, was special in that its facade was a massive archway that itself had three smaller archways contained within it. At the top of each archway was a single word, and they combined to form a phrase: “OUR TIMELESS BOND.” It would be pretty easy to get out to the field from here. Without security cordoning off off-limits areas, it was just a straight shot down some stairs, through a hallway, and into a tunnel that led right out. Someone could be heard saying, “Here they come!” from inside. “Alright, places everyone!” Cassiopeia made a gesture to Thessa that read, “You said you’d take on all comers, so after you,” and once Thessa’s back was turned, she looked at Sibyl, cocked her head Thessa’s way, and rolled her eyes. The meaning of that, of course, was obvious. OOC
  6. joe is very red here and i can't tell if that's the lighting or if he's just like that anyway not sure how i feel about power metal overall but this was fun 6.5/10 just doin' a little dance 7/10 look i'll listen to anything posted in this thread. i cannot say the same thing for my dms. but i also reserve the right to not finish it or rate it i will rate slag boom van loon remixed by boards of canada though. obviously good stuff to put on some dashcam footage 8/10 OP Suggestion: i didn't update the thread for months which means there's a new king gizz album out it's got normal electronic songs for normal people and then extended mixes for sickos like me 7.5/10
  7. I don't really have one for stories I'm reading or watching or... I guess the word is "consuming" but that feels wrong. I dunno, that's just not where my taste lies. This might be resultant from reading a bunch of old science-fiction novels as a kid -- especially Asimov and Clarke -- who were more interested in the conceptual thing itself than the nuance of the characters exploring it. It's something that has certainly influenced my personal writing, and while I can try and push beyond when I need to and create characters with internality -- I'm currently rewriting and editing one of those now -- a lot of my scribbling revolves around one person telling the story of a weird thing that happened to them. Like, I do try to inject character there. I like the implication that they *need* to be telling their story just so they can make sense of it too, and one person's musings about the hitchhikers they're picking up on the road would be different than another person's seeing aliens fighting by chance through their telescope (real stories). But at the same time I do strip out, say, gender, from them, almost preferring the ambiguity there, even if it made writing workshops in class super frustrating.
  8. blonde-haired bowsette or red-haired bowsette?
  9. Chris wondered if Ziun had ever picked a lock in his life. It wasn’t just some magic “wiggle some pins in the keyhole around until it works” method (that was reserved for the actual magic tricks -- well outside Chris’ purview), doing something like this under pressure was work! The sounds of the battle behind him obscured any audible clicks from the pins, which left the job of detecting his progress to however delicate his hands could be and a dose of intense concentration. It was enough that Chris didn’t even bother responding to Ziun’s question. There was just a little bit of work left to do. Just like that, he felt the lock give way, and he was able to turn the lock. Chris would have pumped his fist in success if there weren’t so much riding on this and so little time to do it in. He’d noticed before starting that the door didn’t have any hinges, which meant he had to push it. Of course, the dungeon didn’t make that easy either. Pushing shifted the door slightly to the left, enough to realize that it was more of a sliding mechanism with a more complicated deadbolt than he’d assumed. There wasn’t more time to think about that, though. He pushed the door open and saw the contents of the building beyond. That was to say, he tried to see, but all he could make out in the darkness was a passageway leading downward. “Stairs!” he called out. “Door’s open, everyone in!”
  10. uhhhh my mind went to saphira from eragon i guess that was kind of the "first" dragon where i was like "oh she's cool" but i wouldn't say she's my favorite. i think spike from my little pony (g4, didn't watch older gens so idk how those versions were) is underappreciated, like, he has fans, but it's always "the mane six... and spike" which sometimes gets examined but not really. him getting wings was dumb, though. i've got an mtg commander deck that, while it technically has a running stable of possible commanders for it, i still call it my "nicol bolas" deck sometimes. he's pretty cool, just sitting there reading a book and/or plotting to take over dominia. oh i've got this guy on the sleeves of two thirds of my decks actually
  11. what was your favorite avatar fad on (y/n)cm?
  12. look at me hopping on a trend but asking questions too so my bump actually appears lower down than my questions
  13. congratulations to tsubaki for coming out but the cover's a bit uncanny valley for me. i don't want to be like "she changed the lyrics now it sucks" but 6/10 i'm sure it's hype in game but i really couldn't get into this one and when i started hearing the "find the flame" over and over on relisten i realized i probably wouldn't 6/10 ok so i'm not sure this is an own that requires an evil laugh, like, justice is one of my favorite electronic acts and the length is, like, i listen to forty-minute post-rock drones for fun sometimes -- seventeen and a half is nothing. †/10 sure 6.5/10OP Suggestion: Oneohtrix Point Never has taken a break from scoring Adam Sandler films and is back to making albums and this one's pretty good in my opinion 7.5/10
  14. managed to flip two fried eggs in a pan at once, feeling pretty proud of myself tbh

    1. Kazooie

      Kazooie

      i'm proud of you

  15. Quinn was happy to hear that Billy tacitly approved of his Pokémon-raising habits, almost as much as thon was Billy did not even blink at the startling revelation that his hostel was now, technically, haunted. From the mention of Ghost-type Pokémon, though, perhaps that was because it already was. Quinn wondered how a Haunter or a Spiritomb could even wear a collar, but the thought was as ephemeral as the Pokémon themselves, and there was still business to attend to that evening. Another visit to a Pokémon Center was required, and speaking of care, Quinn needed to figure out how Normandie would prefer to be treated. Fae had known and been tethered to Cassiopeia for over a year now. The Drifloon’s habits and eccentricities were well-trod territory, and Quinn had become used to them and incorporated them into itself. Normandie, meanwhile, was unfamiliar territory. Their relationship was much more transactional. Who knew what would happen should the berries run out? There had to be other ways to dote on Normandie besides just feeding her, Quinn thought. Would a bath work? Quinn had read somewhere that rats were actually one of the cleaner animals in the wild with how often they groomed themselves. Would a bath even be necessary? Cassiopeia did not take baths, but she did enjoy being in a bathroom’s steamy atmosphere when the water was nice and hot. She would also enjoy a good polish when Quinn felt she was deserving of a reward. Their first day of adventure and their first new Pokémon companion probably qualified. Quinn took their two Pokéballs back from the center and examined them both. “Tomorrow we shall figure this all out,” xe said to zirself. “Perhaps Bobby will be in a more sociable mood at breakfast time and we can present him with our questions. Either that or rely on our own intuition. Surely someone with experiences such as ours, who has faced such trials, can manage the responsibility foisted upon them here.” They ended up in room L, which seemed auspicious even if Quinn had no understanding of why. The room was relatively spartan, with a bunk bed (Quinn took the top bunk) and a desk with a hard chair accompanying it. There was not an attached bathroom; they would have to share the unisex one (it was Billy and Bobby’s house, after all) just across the hall. Quinn did try to call first dibs on that. Cassiopeia was not the only ghost who enjoyed hot water. It soothed the soul just as much as the form that their material essence had taken. After that and a few other standard nighttime rituals (Quinn had never been the most devoted tooth-brusher even when alive, but he had promised its mother to try their best), Quinn was ready to enter that meditative trance that enabled fae to explore a dreamscape at eir leisure. The only thing left to do was wish the others the same luck. “Good night,” Quinn said as they knocked on each of zir friends’ doors. “Let us try to find each other in the Astral Plane, hm?”
  16. didn't really love the beginning but got into it near the end hm 6.5/10 Not Tom Cardy's best but still alright 6.5/10 alsothey thought they could stop a demon i'm back also charismacom is back and if you don't know who charismacom are boy howdy do i have some weird something something for you 7/10
  17. does music just... not exist in the guitar/rock band shared cinematic universe or is the ultimate harmonix game fantasy just being a mid-tier cover band.

    1. radio414

      radio414

      dj hero gets a pass for selling mashups i guess

  18. Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. -James 1:17 (NIV)It was better than Melissa had expected, at least. That could be said for a lot of things, but first and foremost it was for Fiona’s eventual reaction. She’d gone through a wide range of emotions, but she pretended to be a graceful loser, and in the end, her actions mattered more than what was going through her head. The same, of course, could not be said for Melissa herself, who was already mentally reprimanding herself for feeling so much pride over her victory. It didn’t matter what she did, because she knew she could potentially feel differently. The feeling did not dissipate, though. Melissa couldn’t help it. Both she and Fen had fought hard for their victory. “Good game,” Melissa said to Fen as well. “Like I said, you had to save me more than once there -- I’m sorry I wasn’t able to return the favor in the end. But that’s Duel Monsters- er, that’s Yu-Gi-Oh! and that’s how serious some people can get about it, including, I guess, me at the end there. Um.” Technically, she was an entertainment duelist in training, but in the heat of the moment, she had regressed into that old “get this over with as fast as possible” style. Maybe some of that had been purposeful. After all, she didn’t want to make it seem like she was slow-rolling a victory, pretending like she couldn’t see a line. “I hope you had fun through all of that,” Melissa said. “It was… It was interesting to see all these old cards again. I already have some ideas for what I want to do with my deck. Back on my world, it was more acceptable to purchase single cards instead of cracking packs and hoping, but let’s see what Fiona gave us.” She adjusted her chair and remembered her coffee, taking a sip of it before picking up one of the packs and examining it in her hands. Everyone she knew had a different way to crack a pack. Melissa’s preferred method was to tug at the little crease at the top and pull it apart like it was a bag of chips. It didn’t always work, but this one came apart easily enough. As expected, most of it was chaff. Vanilla monsters that didn’t even have better stats than the ones already in her deck, some spells like Moonyan Curry that were outclassed by, like, five other cards Melissa could think of off the top of her head (and she wasn’t about to play any of those cards either). There was one that did catch her eye, though. “Master of Ham… This could fit in your food deck,” Melissa joked as she pulled the card in front of it away. Then she saw the art. “Oh, it’s ‘Ham’ for ‘Hamster.’” It had an interesting effect, but she had neither the Polymerization nor the Beast monsters required to summon it. “I suppose we should hold onto whatever we can get right now,” she said. They stayed a bit longer there in the café together, finishing up their drinks and talking if either of them cared for talking more, but Melissa’s thoughts drifted back to their apartment in general and Bartleby in specific. “I hope he hasn’t gotten into any trouble in our absence,” Melissa said. “And Trevor is surely finished with his errand, maybe he went back as well if he didn’t have anything else to do. I’d like to explore the other parts of the city that Fiona mentioned, but that should probably be another day.” She stood up and pushed in her chair. “Shall we?”
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