experimental but i kinda like it

it sucks that people are already shitting on new Gorillaz just based off this one song, which, by the way, is just the album launcher (and conveniently released for the inauguration), not their true comeback song. it’s like a Welcome To the World Of Plastic Beach kinda thing.

people think that it’s all about “oh fuck Trump!!” but Hallelujah Money isn’t just about him. it’s all about how money controls power and how money wins politics (i need to look into the lyrics more, but that’s what i got from it). i personally like it, and honestly it’s gonna take a few listens to love it, but it’s a good damn song. and most of their songs are related to political and problematic things.

also, people are failing to realize that Gorillaz have always been experimental and collaborative. people who know this band inside out have heard a great handful of songs that dont even feature 2D’s (Damon’s) voice, or barely feature him at all (like White Flag and November Has Come, among others)

enjoy the fact that they are rising from a 6 year death, and surviving the threat that there might have never been a phase 4. it’s great to have them back

i was kinda bored and also frustrated with my art development so i made a compilation of some tobios ive drawn since i got into haikyuu to see if i improved and well 

i kinda feel like i did but maybe my style isnt rly what i wanted….ill call 2017 a more experimental year since im trying to play with my style

btw…getting obssesed with something does rly help you improve at least a little

Ghost Story [Pt 1]

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You were designed to disappear. What happens when you’re caught?

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death and experimentation, panic, a bit of language.

Word Count: 1220

A/N: I’ve never written anything like this before… it’s kinda mysterious and kinda trippy, plus it’s my first series. I’m really pleased with where it’s going though. As always, feedback is much appreciated! This will eventually be Bucky x reader, but it’s going to be a really slow burn. I’ll try to post a new part every other week (it takes me a while to write things I’m satisfied with it, so I apologise).

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Originally posted by adalbertfrigidus

November 11, 1995. The day of your birth. The day of your death. Funny how life seemed to always come full circle like that.

You were 6 when you first asked the question. “Where’s mummy and daddy?”

“They had somewhere important to go. I’m sorry sweetie, they can’t be with you anymore.”

“But why didn’t they take me with them? I’m important too.”

“You are important to them. You’re important to us, too.”

“Will they come back for me?”

“No. But you’re here now. We’ll take care of you.”

They didn’t tell you they were dead. They didn’t tell you they killed them. They didn’t tell you that your new caregivers were Hydra. They did tell you the date.

November 11, 1995.

“Don’t worry sweetie, this is a new start to the rest of your life.”

If only you knew what your new life would become.

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  • Soma: What you’re doing is illegal.
  • Ciel: I’m not taking advice from you. You pronounce the ‘g’ in ‘lasagna.’
Random thought

I feel like a lot of gay guys go through a “SUPER GAY” period. Where they are just starting to come out and they are, in a way, making up for the experiences they couldn’t have for so many years. It’s like they have to rush all their experimentation they should have been having most of their life (if society accepted them more and made accepting oneself easier) into a highly condensed time.

I’ve seen a lot of my friends do it shortly after coming out. Heck, I did it too.

Just came out - BOOM boys boys boys. Drag, YASSSS! I gotta be the baddest most gay person on campus!

Eventually you kinda figure out what you like and don’t like, calming down a bit after and settling into your new “norm.”

Hm… odd how much having to hide who you are in younger ages impacts you even during adult life.

Did anyone else do this?


Remember how I said I found a brush I really liked well, here it is! And since my Sai still likes to delete my settings every few months I’ll caution putting it here. 

I Like sketching with it and might start some experimental painting with it as well kinda like the second example, but its just a very loose brush I like doodling and sketching with I still have other brushes I rather render with. 


I always describe my personal yoga practice as a musical instrument that I found buried deep within myself. When I found my instrument it was (obvi) drenched in guts, blood, and emotional residue. Over the years I’ve managed to wipe off most of the goop to reveal a startlingly beautiful instrument. And I’ve gradually learned to play it- well, sort of. My instrument sounds different every day- sometimes I’m all tight and clean Suzuki method, and other days it’s more like an experimental bebop thing. But every day it’s MY instrument. Only mine, no one else’s.

As a teacher, I always want to encourage you to find YOUR internal instrument- not try to mimic MY instrument, but wipe off the guts, blood, and emotional residue of your own instrument and learn to play it your own way. In my mind, my yoga classes are kinda like a musical jam session- everyone’s playing their tune, and maybe most of us are playing essentially the same song. But we’re all playing our own unique instruments in an effort to peel away at the layers of internal boundaries that build up over a lifetime.

Maybe the instruments thing doesn’t make a damn bit of sense to you. That’s cool. But that’s why my yoga classes are kind of “weird”- because I always want to manifest a space in which every human being’s experience is valid and worthy. And that can often result in more than a few f-bombs, farts, and burps, not to mention that my belly is perpetually hanging over my waistband. Because we’re all weird, and we’re all a little awkward, and no one need apologize for it.

Shout-out to @mikefolden, @griff_j, & the rest of the @codyapp fam for putting together this coach video about me- you can watch the full length video on facebook by clicking the link in my instagram profile.

Annnnnd since I’m swearing (…a lot) in the video, Facebook is restricting access. Typical.

The classes filmed in this video will be available in a brand new Cody series very soon, but you can find my other classes by clicking the link below:

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Silver And Blue (Pt. 3)

Author: ceruleanbucky

Warnings: Mention of torture, experimentation on reader, needles (I hate needles so I figure some of y’all might too so I put it as a warning), creepy doctors, mentions of kidnapping.

Pairing: None yet, Eventual (very very slow burn) Reader x Bucky

Summary: This is kinda like a prequel chapter, or a flashback would probably be the better term. just some details on readers past, and how she got her abilities.

{ tags are at the bottom; ask if you want to be added/removed. Requests are open, but it will be a while before I can do them unless its like a little tiny drabble or something, but still feel free to ask homies }

You couldn’t understand what they were saying. They seemed to talk in a different language, maybe Russian or Swedish? You couldn’t understand why they were talking in a different language. You were in America.

Weren’t you?

They seemed to notice that you woke up, perhaps it had to do with the increasing beeping noise beside your bed. You didn’t know what was making the beeping noise, you were too scared to open your eyes. You had no recollection of what happened whatsoever, but the wild thumping of your heart indicated that it wasn’t good.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a Remus x Sirius fic that centers around the concept of bodyswapping? Like a spell goes wrong or something and they end up in each other's bodies. It's a little trope-y but I think it would be adorable tbh, and it's been on my mind a lot, yet I don't have time to write anymore. It would be normal Marauders' era, not AU, but definitely an unexplored concept in the series. Possibly some experimental spellwork of Sirius's that goes wrong. James is def allowed to be a cheeky shit. Thanks!

A/N: So it went kinda out of hand but I couldn’t stop the idea once it entered my mind. It’s not exactly what you asked for so I can write another one if you don’t like it c’: But I hope you do anyway <3
Wordcount: 2535

Anything you’re willing to give

„Sirius, what have you done.”

„Don’t look at me, you’re supposed to be looking at Sirius!”

James let out an exasperated sigh.

„You may have swapped bodies, but you still have your drama queen voice, Padfoot.”

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anonymous asked:

I had an idea for if they ever DID remake War of the Gargantuas. Sanda becomes "good" due to growing up in the wild, and Gaira becomes "evil" due to growing up under human experimentation and becoming savage due to attempts at making him some sort of bio-weapon. Like you'd said before they could both be created from Kaiju DNA, but Sanda was able to escape and become a peaceful mountain yeti before the humans were able to corrupt him like Gaira. So it's kinda reversed from the original origins

That makes sense. But the Bio-weapon thing needs work. I feel like that’s become a bit of a nebulous catch-all, sort of like how Umbrella, in the movies, wanted to test their zombie-making virus by literally cloning people and recreating entire cities. Like, it’s a practicality issue - what use would their be for giant emotionally unstable bigfeet? I mean you could maybe rationalize that they want to make regenerating kaiju-soldiers to fight REAL kaiju, so that could work!