a cacophony

lazyartistwastaken  asked:

How hot is my character(s)? Enneer Ma'hila

Enneer: From Beriti & Eiva

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

Ma’hila

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

(There was a stampede to respond for Ma’hila. If she’s in the market for another baby daddy, I was given a list of volunteers. I told them it was creepy, they insisted.)

Best Andromeda bug so far:

This weird, grating audio track of a battle gets stuck in an infinite loop on the Planetside mission. It seems like a bug, but then Liam comments, “what’s that sound?” so I start thinking maybe the godawful cacophony is meant to be ambient noise. I keep playing until my mind can’t take it anymore then quit to desktop. Guess what’s still playing over my headphones? I check the task manager. Andromeda isn’t active. I quit out of Origin. Still no end to the ear-splitting otherworldly screeching. Restarting my computer finally fixed it, but congratulations Andromeda~ I’ve never had that happen in a game before, not even a Bethesda game ;D

i was tagged by @padmesgreene - and now i’m going to make you regret it lol

1) Arcane Lifeforce Mysteria - Dimmu Borgir

”ride the beast through paradise”

2) When I Am Queen - Jack Off Jill

”and all the tears that we have cried will suck back in our eyes”

3) Good God - Korn

“your face that I despise
your heart inside that’s gray
I came today to say
you’re fucked in every way”


4) Dashboard - Modest Mouse

“oh it should’ve been
could’ve been worse than you would ever know
well you told me ‘bout nowhere
well it sounds like someplace I’d like to go”


5) Annihilation Of The Wicked - Nile

“in thick darkness
amid violent tempests of unendurable cacophony
his serpents make offerings unto his image and live upon their own fire”


6) Idioteque - Radiohead

”this one is to the children”

7) Politik - Coldplay

”but give me love over, love over, love over this”

8) Giant Swan - The Blood Brothers

(imma cheat and say the entire song. the imagery in the lyrics across their entire discography is just fucking phenomenal. i can’t be pressed to pick just one from this song. sorry, i luff them. and be warned, they are noisy)

“the giant swan’s got ghosts in his wings
his guts are stuffed with polaroids and they’re all humiliating
and when the wine’s drunk and the wild cabaret has sung its last voice
and you’re sitting alone in the 4 a.m. darkness of a pitch-black theater
he explodes like fireworks on the stage with gold smoke
sing, your voice just won’t stop blooming
he wrote a play and you’re the protagonist
all the girls you wish you’d fucked make a guest appearance
and oh, you just won’t believe the ending
so fly me home, giant swan
the giant swan’s got a pixelated beak
his eyes are twin mushroom clouds
his feathers are unsuspecting cities

and his breasts are hollow apartments with the finest quality furnishings
and you can watch tv until you die there
skin draped over luxury chairs
sing, your voice just won’t stop blooming
your heart’s a diamond, buddy, what’s the price?
your heart’s a diamond, what’s the fucking price?

your skin is cheap and your hair is shoddy
sit and watch the ballerinas kick and spin
and strip down to your vulgar skeleton
you better take one more drink of Captain Morgan’s rum
it’s gonna sting like a raw sunrise when they black swan’s gone
back
at the resort
the curtains closed
you haven’t left the room for two solid weeks
with a pound
of cocaine
under the bed
where the call girls perform their services
and you have to leave CNN on so you don’t think about her newborn son
who entered this town from the crotch you’re renting out
who’s at the door? what the fuck!
who’s at the door? what the fuck!
who’s at the door? what the fuck!
your heart is sweating and your hands are turning black
your shadow breaks in wearing a ski mask
is that a machete at your throat?
give me all your money! give me all your dope!
and the sun’s like a painting of your whole life
you scratch at the canvas, but you can’t get inside
the sun’s like a painting of your whole life
you scratch at the canvas, but you can’t get inside

your family’s gurgling grief
you think you’re fast asleep
is that the curtain closing?
giant swan, take me to the river
is that my flesh corroding?
giant swan, take me to the river
all the things you wish you’d said are buried with your x’d out head
all your ulterior motives
giant swan, take me to the river
giant swan, take me to the river
giant swan, take me to the river”


9) Song For The Dead - Queens Of The Stone Age

“if you’re hanging around
I’m holdin’ the noose”

rules: put your music on shuffle, list the first 9 songs and your favorite lyrics from each, then tag 10 other people to participate.

tagging @almostabeauty @halfprincesshalfgoddess @intothe-labyrinth @laxdrake4 @magicandmalice @prettypangolins @-rabbit @reaper86 @theasexualscorpio

laughter

aries: loud, convulsive, uncontrollable. they can howl. very contagious 

taurus  ~ witch’s cackle, high pitched 
gemini - catchy, mischevious pixie giggle 

cancer ~ laughing til crying, wheezer, baby cry laugh sometimes embarrassment  
Leo ~ Lion’s Roar, a gaffaw, hands flailing wildly, thighs are slapped, the heart rate increases 
virgo ~ covering their mouths, bursts out, shrill high pitch 

Libra ~ beautiful laugh, melodic, can be an embarrassed giggle. good at the fake laugh 
scorpio - a snicker, good control of facial muscles, but they can find the absolute hilarious in things

sagittarius - belly laugh, a contagious carry on, the eyes widen and smile too
Capricorn ~ a big belly roar, the body is convulsive, the more they try to suppress it the louder and more uncontrollable it becomes. loud, repetitious, like a split personality 

Aquarius - impulsive bursts of laughter, a bit of a cacophony. the sarcastic laugh, ‘ha’. clever enough to master it 

Pisces - a big build up, contagious, begins with a grin and becomes uncontainable, often toward tears. its a stoner laugh, whats so funny, only pisces sees the joke

-C.

I want to play a game of D&D where every character is a bard each bard plays a different genre of music there’s like a country bard and a metal bard and a rap bard they can use Spotify and YouTube to play music so when they try to do stuff together it’s just a cacophony of different music styles it would be so fun

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“A doctor at Arkham once described for me The Joker’s state of mind: imagine trying to solve the world’s most difficult math equation while you’re surrounded by six televisions that sit five inches from your face–all tuned to different stations, all rapidly switching channels, all with the volume at full blast. That’s what it’s like to be The Joker.”   -  Batman: Cacophony

the adventure zone is an eclectic mix of genres and its funny and lighthearted but with a pinch of drama, its interesting and captivating and it has a bunch of npc characters of all shapes and sizes, races, genders, sexualities etc. 

you want a canonically gay wizard flirting with death? you got it. 

a dragonborn and an orc in a canon wlw relationship? thats there too. 

nonbinary characters? yep! they’re in there

its a fucking beautiful cacophony with a steady underlying narrative that’s bigger than anything i could have imagined and the boys play it so so well 

its good for a laugh, its good for a serious story, its good for listening to when you’re walking to or from work, when you’re bussing or driving somewhere or if you’re working on something and need to keep your ears occupied 

i seriously cannot recommend a better podcast to listen to 

Why Academic Accommodations Are Important (Even When They Aren't Perfect)

Let me tell you a story.

About five years ago, when I was in an earlier stage of developing my disability (and before that condition was diagnosed), I took a math test. The physical act of writing was a painful for me, and I had no academic accommodations to help me complete the exam. For the first couple questions, I did okay. Writing hurt, but I was able to focus my brain on the math in front of me. By the time I got to the middle of the test, though, the pain was starting to break through my focus. I made many little mistakes, but I couldn’t focus well enough to find them. I knew my answers were wrong, but I couldn’t process mathematics over the screaming cacophony of my pain. By the end of the exam, it felt like someone was twisting a knife inside of my wrist while simultaneously stabbing me with a fork in the elbow. I could not think. I could not reason. I could barely contain my tears. I turned in an incomplete exam, and I started sobbing as soon as I got out of the classroom.  I failed the exam.

Just a few months ago, I took another exam. This exam was much longer and much more important. It was scheduled to last nine hours across two days, and I absolutely had to pass it in order to progress in my PhD program. And there was one other important difference: this time, I had academic accommodations. I was registered with disability services, and I had had extensive discussions with my program director to negotiate appropriate accommodations for this crucial exam. I received twice as much time to work on the exam, and I was allowed to take four days instead of two to complete it. I had unlimited rest breaks and a physically comfortable workspace, including a mat where I could lie down during my breaks. I also had assistive technology. I “wrote” all of my answers by speaking to a computer.

The exam was still exhausting. At the end of it, I still wanted to collapse in bed for an indeterminate amount of time. And I did make a couple of errors near the end of the exam that I would not have made in a well-rested and pain-minimal state. I also know that I was still somewhat limited by my restricted ability to do hand computations (due to hand and arm pain made much worse by repetitive fine motor activities).

So, no, the accommodations were not perfect. They did not remove my disability or put me on “a level playing field” with my abled peers. But that does not negate their importance.

This exam went much better than predecessor. This time, I was actually able to demonstrate my mastery of mathematics. This time, I passed.

Just as important: this time I didn’t leave the room almost sobbing. I didn’t return to my bedroom afterwords and cry for hours while clutching an ice pack to my wrist. I didn’t spend weeks afterwards questioning whether I could succeed in math. I didn’t spend those weeks hating my body for failing me.

With accommodations, I am a successful graduate student. Without them, I would not have been able to finish my undergraduate program.

gemini recognises oppositions and revels in the similarity of opposites.
the task of unity, however is left up to libra. gemini makes a cacophony but libra makes music. libra unifies. finally, we reach aquarius who knows its inherent connection to everyone and everything, aquarius is collective, aquarius binds humanity

Classifying Your Assortment of Obi-Wan Kenobis

Based on that old post where an assortment of Vaderlings is called a Murder…

An assortment of Obi-Wans is called a cacophony. I.e. There is a cacophony of Obi-Wans in my living room and I’ve run out of tea.

These are the things that come to my mind early in the morning.

the rest of the world becomes swept away in hysteria and flux, and taurus steadily forges through life operating on their own autopilot time schedule. in the space between the cacophony of aries and the chattiness of gemini, there is a place of silence, gentle touch, and quiet lullabies. this is where taurus withdraws and lays in champagne bubblebaths to dream the day away

It’s 2am, Neil’s shuffling into the kitchen to get a glass of water, he flicks on the light and turns around to find himself face to face with a giant tabby cat, who’s been sitting there on the countertop watching him, with it’s eerily sentient eyes. He jumps, and, on his instinct driven backwards step, trips over the water bowl behind him in a cacophony of clattering metal and grunting, before landing on his ass in a painful thud. Andrew, instantly awake and already running out of the room, ready to beat an intruder to death, half blind given he was dead asleep 2 seconds ago, falls over Neil on his way into the room and the both of them end up sprawled on top of each other on the kitchen floor. The cat jumps off the counter and sits on Andrew’s back.

“You fucking idiot,” Andrew says.

“They’re your cats asshole.”

in the opal light of aquarius there is a kaleidoscope mind, catching thoughts from clouds as they blow in the breeze. mystic vapour washes though a clinical, logical mind, highlighting the dual nature in aquarius. internally, there is a cacophony, the mind can be difficult to control  

let it be a morning of good graces: birds, bees, a cacophony of sound to usher in the light. through faith, a gentle nourishing of the soul. unbreak the mourning, and pull back the night. the sun does not rise on the back of Atlas, but swells into being. give me room to grow, and enough days to finally wake with the breath of dawn – hopeful, unburdened, and alive.