i now the last one is a dream but


These are a few of the sigils I’ve made over the last month or two. I plan on making these out of brass and pricing them at $35. I’m just not sure which I should make first. Clockwise I have 

1. I will be productive

2. I will understand and remember what I study

3. I will remember my dreams in the morning

4. I will not be bothered by unwanted contact

So for now I’m going to take pre-orders so I know how many to make and which ones to stock in the future while I work on some new sigils. Payment will not be due until they’re actually produced in about a month.

If you would like one of these as a necklace or a ring, please send me an ask and I will use that to keep track of how many of each kind I need to make.

Thank you!

Fear Of A Nightmare

Antisepticeye x reader

Originally posted by elms-t-r-e-e-t

You walked up to him, wearing that oh so familiar smile. He stayed where he was, hands clamped behind his back, wearing a predatory grin as you sauntered closer, so close your chests pressed together and he could feel your heartbeat, beating at a steady, healthy pace. “Anti…” you whispered, lips ghosting over his own his smile widened as he brought his hands to the nape of your neck to mash your lips together. He rushed the kiss, being as rough as he liked, as his hands slithered to surround the rest of your neck…and he squeezed. Your lips flew off of his as your hands started clawing at his own, eyes begging for him to release you, but he held the exact same smile as he felt your heartbeat pound fast and rhythmless, and as your eyes finally misted over and you fell onto the cold floor with a loud thud, he let out a deranged laugh.

He was not laughing as he woke though, instead anti had to stop himself from crying out as he opened his eyes and looked upon your sleeping form, with his arm draped over your upper body-no, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness he realised he wasn’t stretching over your chest like usual, his arm was hanging over your neck. Anti scuttled away from you, falling off your shared bed.

His breathing was irregular as he stepped towards your side of the bed and let out an inward cry of relief when he had made sure you were unhurt. But Anti had never ever wanted to seriously hurt you, he’d never had a desire to kill you of all people before, but that dream felt so real and he couldn’t help but wonder why he’d dreamt it and if it meant anything. He felt sweaty and needed to do something with his newfound pent up energy, he ran to the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water repeatedly, hoping he could shock some sense into himself. He almost jumped through the ceiling when he felt your hand on his shoulder, he hadn’t realised you had followed behind him and he spun around quickly.

“Anti?” You yawned, your voice scratchy. “Why are you up, it’s only 6am?” You asked trying to read his face, “are you okay?” Anti’s look of shock crumpled to a look of shame as he tried to play off what had happened, you didn’t need to know anything of it. He shrugged not caring much to answer which surprised you since he was normally such a chatterbox “are you?” He asked solemnly. “What, of course I am.” You responded still too tired to try and understand his thought process right now and since he didn’t seem to be in the mood to strike up conversation you took matters into your own hands “look, I’m already awake, why don’t you finish…washing up, and we can find some crappy day time tv to watch together? Okay?” He nodded, still not speaking so you just nodded back, except before leaving you gave him your everyday morning kiss on the cheek, but you didn’t notice that today, he flinched when you made contact.

20 minutes later he slouched around the corner of the room where he saw you spread across the couch and when you saw him you patted the space in between your legs, inviting him over. He took his time laying down and finding a comfortable resting position for the next few hours and after he stopped shuffling he finally felt relaxed as he rested his head against your shoulder and closed his eyes. At first he was at ease. You noticed he was cuddlier than usual considering he used to whine about cuddling, saying it was boring and pointless, but now he was laying there, complacent, even curling up to snuggle against you, which delighted you. He didn’t make a sound as you braved to reach out your fingers and glide them through his green hair, in fact as you kept repeating the movement you knew he wasn’t finding it all that terrible as he sighed into you. With his bashful behaviour and his lips slightly parted like that you couldn’t help yourself from pressing a soft kiss against them. He responded to you after a few seconds when he started to kiss back, it was so unusually feather light you hadn’t even noticed he’d started kissing back at first. As you pressed your lips more firmly against his, he pried his eyes open to take in the image of you gifting him with your touch. He closed his eyes once again as he slowly started deepening the kiss, taking care not to hurt you, even cradling the back of your head as you held your long embrace. He used to love feeling your touch, a sign you were comfortable with him and you were affectionate towards him, but he found himself wishing none of those were true, as the image of your dead body in his hands flashed back into his mind.

He shivered and you both tensed upon feeling it. He removed his hands from where they were settled on you and slowly got up from the sofa. He could tell you were hurt but still distanced himself from you, shoving his hands in his pockets and avoiding eye contact. “H-have I upset you?” He heard you whisper from where you still lay on the couch. His heartstrings pulled at how small your voice sounded but he found that when he looked at you he now couldn’t see the bright sparkle of your eyes, instead the dull emptiness he had created in his dream. “No, it’s nothin’” he said in response to your question and before you could question him any more he shuffled out of the room, leaving you confused, hurt and alone on the couch.

In fact your confusion and hurt only worsened throughout the day, as whenever you walked into a room he occupied, moments later he would mumble an excuse and leave. You hadn’t spoken to him all day and you’d barely seen him since the morning.

You decided that since nothing eventful seemed like it was going to happen you were going to go to bed early, you didn’t even bother informing Anti about it and headed there. You found that, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t sleep, with all the questions that had formed in the day itching to be answered. You’d been laying, eyes closed, for hours trying to get to sleep but to no prevail. Your chest tightened upon realising that he might not even come, you two had been so distant that day. But you were thankfully wrong when, thinking you were fast asleep, he quietly walked into the room. But you weren’t fully satisfied as, instead of pulling you against him like usual, he seemed to be on the edge of the bed, as far away from you as possible. You were facing the wall and he was facing your back, you could feel his eyes on you, not realising you were wide awake. After lots of awkward silence and debating whether to inform the entity you were awake and pin them down so he had to answer your questions you felt the sensation of someone playing with your hair. Not so much that it could have stirred you from sleep but enough so that anti had the satisfaction of touching you whilst being as far away from you as possible.

Hours after you had felt the twirling fingers cease their caress you still hadn’t managed to sleep, unlike him. You were really upset about the whole situation and couldn’t put it off your mind. But you were stirred from your stupor when you were kicked quite hard in the calf. You turned over to put your lights on and face anti but you discovered that he was still asleep, and shaking wildly. The whole room was filling with static and his face was contorted, like he was in pain in some way. You put your hands on his shoulders and leant your face over his, still keeping a distance so he wouldn’t head butt you as you shook him awake “Anti? Hey, wake up!” You said, loud enough to pull him out of sleep. As soon as he made eye contact with you, however, his eyes widened in horror and he glitched into the nearest electronic device which seemed to be your alarm clock.

You fell onto your face as he disappeared, losing your balance, and when you looked up he was gone. You didn’t know what you had done to make him feel this way. And despite your strong will you found yourself crying. At first you were silently shivering with your face buried in your blankets but as you knelt upwards and covered your face with your hands you let out multiple sobs, and tears streamed down your face as your cries increased.

Anti didn’t want to get too close to you but he couldn’t just stand there watching you cry. As he appeared In front of you he slowly pointed to your leg where a bruise had already started forming “D-did I do that?” He asked quietly, shocked he had hurt you, even in his subconscious, but wasn’t that what he feared right now, his subconscious hurting you, like it had just done in his now recurring dream. Upon hearing his voice your sobs stopped but your last tears kept falling as you rose your head to look him in the eyes. You didn’t answer his question. You had bigger ones for him. You were staring at him with tear filled eyes and Anti’s voice started getting shaky as he spoke. You knew anti didn’t really cry and that he had other indicators to show how he was feeling, his voice shaking like that usually meant he was upset or scared. You desperately wanted this resolved but knew that a relationship needed both people to want that too. “What happened Anti? What’s made you like this recently?” Anti bit his lip in shame and looked down at the floor, how could he admit that he had killed you in his dream? He couldn’t! When you didn’t get an answer you told Anti the logistics of the situation “if we can’t talk to each other, and can’t be in the same room as each other… then what’s the point of being together?” Anti loathed the idea but found himself thinking over the possibility that maybe it would be best for you, but upon seeing your tear stained eyes and knowing he was the cause he couldn’t stop himself from slowly extending his palm towards you, so you could take it and gently lead him back into the bed.

He sat in your lap with his back against your chest so he didn’t have to look you in the eye when he said what he had to. And you wrapped your arms around his waist as he explained his nightmares to you in a quiet voice, stuttering when he told you the worst part and you kissed him on the shoulder inviting him to finish. You finally understood why he’d been so distant that day, “Anti, I’m glad you told me this…” he huffed at that “it was probably you being scared of the possibility of hurting me rather than actually wanting to” you reasoned smiling sadly at how he’d buried this. He turned to lean his side into your chest rather than his back so he could read your facial expressions. “Really?” He asked “you’re not scared of me?” He was searching your eyes to find a hint that you were lying when you said this, he couldn’t find one. “Anti, the most scared I’ve been of you was when I walked in on you trying to learn freestyle dance” you reassured him. He giggled at this and carefully nuzzled into your collarbone so you could cradle him. And after a blessed day of silence you knew his usual wit was back when he whispered “I have sick moves…” and you were glad he was back to his normal, boisterous self. “Well, maybe you couldn’t use those moves right now and just stay still like this for a little longer” you said, tightening your grip around his waist and he obliged, but soon you both lay down rather than sitting up as sleep overtook you both and when Anti woke with his arms protectively around your torso and you resting cheek to cheek he concluded that it was one of the best nights sleep he’d ever had.

teddie bear - a reddie playlist no one asked for

link opens with spotify


  1. silly boy - the blue van
  2. nice try - i am arrows
  3. cheat day - atlas
  4. particles - yotam perel
  5. dirty imbecile - the happy fits
  6. fear & delight - the correspondents
  7. 2 / 14 - the band camino
  8. make out - julia nunes
  9. hold on me - cadence kid
  10. i wear glasses - mating ritual
  11. fire escape - andrew mcmahon in the wilderness
  12. sweet dreams, tn - the last shadow puppets ft alex turner & miles kane
  13. pick me apart - active bird community
  14. mexican jackpot - flagship
  15. section 12 (hold me now) - the polyphonic spree
  16. robert frost - mal blum
  17. storm king - big tree
  18. losers - chosen jacobs

I’ve been watching @markiplier‘s The Evil Within 2 streams each night before I go to bed (I was away for a few weeks and want to catch up on them) which I now realise was perhaps Not The Best Idea because I had a dream last night that I was hanging out with the Teamiplier and fighting zombies that would pop up every few minutes. It was just me fighting them - no-one else really noticed they were there. Which was both a horrible and awesome dream.

But I have to tell ya, nothing will ever be funnier than crouching on the ground, catching my breath, knee deep in zombie goo, covered with scratches, cuts, blood and goo, still clutching a chipped machete, and having Mark walk up to me, completely unconcerned, to ask if I wanted waffles. 

I did want waffles. They were delicious.

last night i had a dream that i was finishing up a new gifset! i only had to add a snow overlay or something, so i clicked “paste frames” and the moment my finger left the button i realized my photoshop was the buggy 2018 version instead of my trusted 2017 one which meant it was seconds away from crashing and i hadn’t saved anything….. and then i woke up panicking. this is my life now. i have nightmares about photoshop lmao

This is for the most part about the Volturi. You  can call this head canon, fan fic summary or whatever...but i live here now.

I had a dream recently..well it’s not exactly a dream but more of something that was brought to the forefront of my mind in my half asleep state. I guess it was always there in the back of my mind and i was just ignoring it. I actually didn’t want to address it.

Well,here is what i realised from that:

We all know that nothing is build to last and everything must come to an end at one time or the other. This applies to vampires as well. Their immortality is conditional. They can be killed.

The Romanian coven was at one point the most powerful coven out there and the largest too. Probably feared and respected by many. They considered themselves invincible. And then the Volturi showed up. Now only two members of the coven remain. Same goes for the Egyptian and many other covens out there. All of those covens were wiped out with only few survivors.

So here’s the deal(i don’t enjoy this but might as well face it), what happened to the Romanian and Egyptian covens and other covens is something that could happen to the Volturi. You can call it Karma or as i mentioned above nothing last forever. Just like what the Volturi did to other covens, the same thing will be done to them as well. As they say ‘an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth’ (I don’t know if people still say that, but i needed to make a point.

I personally don’t see the Romanians or The Egyptian coven going up against the Volturi. I mean they had many centuries to come up with revenge but they haven’t. At the end of BD i feel that the Romanian coven as much as they were pissed off that no battle had taken place, a small part of them is actually glad that nothing went down ‘cause there is a high chance of one of them dying. And that’s a scary existence. And i believe that they came to witness for the Cullens,because they genuinely liked Carlisle and trusted him. I mean if they felt that Carlisle had ulterior motives or something of that sort they definitely would not be witnessing anything for the Cullens. 

 Okay, so going by karmas rule, it means that there is a coven out there who could one day take on the Volturi. 

This coven would probably discover a gifted vampire/s and their gift could be such that the Volturi’s gift wouldn’t work on them, but also gifts which can physically weaken vampires. As vampiric nature goes they will see this as an opportunity to take complete power in their hands. And of course there won’t be just one or two vampire, but quite a good number of them. Each vampire will have their own reason for being there. Like the Romanians they come together for ambition but there is also a need for revenge. Now here is the thing i also headcannon, werewolves are involved, ‘cause according to Volturi law, the only time vampires can interact with werewolves is when exterminating them. Now, the Volturi could have easily said that a vampire must kill every werewolf it comes across. But nope they specifically said interaction can take place only when exterminating the werewolves. This definitely means that if Vampires have any sort of interaction with werewolves which does not involve killing them then, if found out that vampire will be executed. So whats the deal with that. If the werewolves are seen as wild beasts with no conscious, or ability to judge or make decisions then why is there a rule which says that no vampire can interact with a werewolf unless they mean to kill it. So i headcannon that werewolves might lose their human consciousness/humanity but in their werewolf form can gain a new consciousness. What if these werewolves had a gift(don’t tell me they can’t. If Vampires can have gifts then a few werewolves abd shape-shifters can have gifts too). There might be even some who have an ability to transform at will and if they bite a human, that human once they become a werewolf will gain this ability as well. 

 Okay now on to the important stuff. 

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EDIT II: This post has been going around as definite proof that the Cult Ending is fact, and the real way the game works. As such, I’ve been accused of spreading misinformation, to a degree that I’ve been getting extremely toxic and damaging messages.

I want to clarify at this point, this post was made as a vent, back when the data-mine of the Cult End was beginning, and we first got the info that it was a file in the game. The Data-Mine is pretty much finished now, at this point; nothing new to find. And it’s revealed that, while the ending is in a playable state, no coding in the game actually makes it possible to play it. There’s no outcome you can get to trigger this end.

No one is sure if this is a cut ending, future DLC, or if it’s a bug messing up the coding trigger. All we know is we found it, and I made a post too hasty in assumption. I made it when we still thought it was possible to achieve.

So please. Take this with a grain of salt. I don’t want to delete this post, as I feel like it would give the bad impression that I simply wanted to spread fire, with no care for repercussions. But I do want people to know I’ve learned now.

I’m sorry to everyone that I deceived with this. It wasn’t my intention at all, but execution doesn’t always pan out like we hope.

EDIT III: Good god, how often am I going to be updating this post.

Well, we have verification the ending isn’t as scrapped as we thought it was.

An update patch for Dream Daddy to fix bugs and add Robert’s Whittling minigame also secretly updated the coding of the Cult Ending. This info was found VIA data-mining the Level18 files as they were before and after.

The updated files include more trigger codings, and has added the achievement trigger for what we presume is “Escape the Margarita Zone,” as it is listed as “ACHIEVEMENT_SECRET.”

While it doesn’t necessarily mean the ending is definitely going to be playable in the future, it does make the ending’s chances of becoming a possible canon that much more of a reality.

Man. The reveal of what Joseph actually is both amazes and horrifies me further than what we’ve seen.

Okay, so data-mining revealed that Joseph does have a good ending, but it’s not much different from the bad. He still remains with Mary, but he takes you in as a side-man (AKA, he stays with you to continue an affair on Mary.) It’s not very good either, so I won’t be surprised to see people voice disappointment when they get it.

HOWEVER, data-mining found something even worse in the code. And that is Joseph has a third ending, a secret ending, and potentially, the TRUE ending of not only his route, but the game entirely. This ending has been dubbed “cult ending.”

This ending ended up revealing that Joseph is not at all what he seems. He’s not a man living a broken marriage, forcing himself to stay with an alcoholic and cheating wife to have some semblance of a family life with his kids. No, this family he’s created is simply a facade to hide who he is.

Joseph isn’t human. He some sort of demonic entity that has an ulterior motive. His children aren’t truly his children in the sense that you’d assume, they’re more like broken portions of himself, inhabiting child-like forms. And Mary is a woman who was forced to play a role to paint a picture, an illusion. Something she can’t escape from, because Joseph literally has her wrapped around his finger.

Joseph also is a leader of a cult (Obviously, given the fact that this ending is dubbed “cult end.”) I’m not too knowledgeable about the cult, but apparently it’s a front to rituals and the like. We know Robert was, at one point, a part of the cult, but isn’t any longer.

And finally, we know Joseph is drawing forth energy from other single dads, possibly both sexually and ritualistically, to bring the “Eternal King” back to life. He specifically needs the energy from single dads, and with some sort of dark magic, he lures them to his part of town for ease of access. He also is responsible for causing the events of them all being single. Every single dad, he influenced their destinies to fuel his own ambitions.

And once you find this out, you start noticing shit everywhere! There’s symbols of his cult in practically every part of town. Certain behaviors give an odd feeling. It’s just… it’s shocking to go back in to see this.

The cult end finishes with a man name Saul Graves coming to speak to you, and telling you to try and live your life normally. I’m not sure the entirety of the end, I guess it implies Joseph is on the run now? I don’t know, if anyone can clarify it, let me know.

Now, this was a beyond shocking twist to a lot of people. Especially since the game is so comedic, and the other routes, while they may have poignant moments, it’s nothing completely horrifying. I know I certainly was beyond stunned to discover this, but I honestly had a feeling something would happen like this. Though I wasn’t expecting it to actually be Joseph’s route to cause this; I thought it would’ve been a route where you don’t date any dads!

And I know that there’s some speculation that the “cult end” isn’t truly canon (As in, Joseph isn’t actually in a cult or is a demon, it’s just there for intrigue) and is just a dream end. But the fact you start noticing shit after experiencing the end, imagery and encounters, it just… I really can’t see this as being nothing but the truth. Even if you don’t get the ending where you find out what Joseph truly is, he’s still a demonic entity with dark motives, influencing the town and its people to his goals.

And then there’s something that’s honestly quite saddening to think. It’s because of the fact that, even if you don’t get the cult end, it doesn’t change what Joseph is. He’s using single dads’ energy to summon his King to the world. He SPECIFICALLY needs single dads. He has caused all of the other dads to lose their significant other to further his goals, from divorce to death. He’s the reason they’re single in the first place.

Because of this, you pairing up with a dad doesn’t give me a good feeling. Because he needs the dads to be single to draw their energy. And he doesn’t care about “true love” or “good ends.” He’ll tear you apart to forward his goals.

Joseph doesn’t care if Craig’s ending was the cutest thing anyone’s experienced. Joseph doesn’t care if you truly have a connection to Mat.

He needs you two to be single to feed off of you both. And he knows how to break you two apart without anyone ever expecting a thing.

Basically, the reveal of what Joseph is makes me look in fear at all of the other dads, look in fear of their good ends. Because even if it’s a happy end we experienced in what we saw, it implies it’s not meant to last. Down the road, we’ll either be broken up by Joseph’s influences, or he’ll influence one of our’s deaths.

And we won’t think anything odd about it. We’ll just think it didn’t work out, or that life is a cruel mistress.

This is so sinister, like I both love it for the intrigue, but hate it because I genuinely wanted cute moments, and now knowing what Joseph is, I can’t see them as cute anymore. I can’t see myself being happy with any of the Dad’s routes, because there’s that looming thought that it’ll just end in sadness again.

Fucking christ. I didn’t sign up for Dream Daddy to be this dark.

EDIT: This post really blew up, to the point that people are wondering if I’m making shit up due to lack of sources. I wasn’t intending this to get big, it was a vent/personal post, with at most some theories on implications that I thought would get lost to the various other posts people make. I made a reblog showing links that give more info, but for future people that find the post, here are various links on the info we have on the route.

Here’s some images found that pertain to this ending.

Here’s a transcript of how the route goes, from people descrambling the code. Also contains some more images.

Better quality textures of “Cultist Joseph.”

And finally, here’s how people did the data-mine.


I honestly don’t think I can even begin to describe my emotions right now, but I’m sure going to try.

With Ash being the only member of the original trio to be a consistent player in each saga, we’ve had the unique opportunity to watch him grow and develop as a trainer.  And that’s great; he’s come so far, and it’s been great to follow his journey and growth for the last 20 years.

And now, after so many years, we see just how far his first companions, Brock and Misty, have come since their debut 20 years ago, too.  Everything about these exhibition matches was amazing, but best of all were the keystone reveals–to see Brock and his first Pokémon having reached amazing heights, and to see Misty having not only conquered her fear of Gyarados, but now command one at its strongest.

These are characters that I grew up with in my highly influential years–the first characters that sparked my imagination and inspired me to follow my dreams and write.  And to see them again after all this time, and see how far they’ve come and how much they’ve been able to achieve, is simply indescribable.

Joseph Christiansen Secret/Cult Ending Manuscript

I went digging through the Level 18 gibberish and sorted out all the dialogue into a manageable manuscript if anyone is interested in reading this secret wild ride. None of the dialogue is labeled so I did my best to interpret who was saying what so any mistakes are my bad. It took a few hours to put together but I felt like some people would like more than just a summary so here is the full text:

MC will be short for Main Character or your player.

** edit 07/26/17: minor text fixes, better formatting, the insertion of more images (courtesy of purpledragon42) , and insert of a working readmore **

Level 18- Joseph Bad Ending or True Ending ( Who knows? )

This appears to take place after MC and Joseph Christiansen engage in sex in the yacht, except you don’t wake up to what you expect. This takes place in Cult_Dungeon1.

(Photo Credits: Game Grumps)

START: You’re A Monster


Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn. What time is it? Must have been asleep for ages. I wonder what will happen now that Mary is gone? What about Joseph’s kids? And how will Amanda feel about all this? That’s what matters… . Well, we all have each other. I guess time will tell, right? Better get up and greet the day.

Am I tied up?! What the hell?! How did I get here? What’s going on?! Joseph? Anybody?

You’re probably just dreaming. Why would there be a… Don’t panic… . a dungeon. An evil dungeon. Why would there be an evil dungeon here? This can’t be real. Maybe I had too much Twilight Rouge. I’m dreaming, or something.


Oh, I guarantee this is real.

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I had a dream set during the Gerblins arc where Magnus kept trying to make awkward small talk and ask the others about themselves.

Taako was annoyed by it and sarcastically said “okay guys, how about we just stop the whole adventure and get to know each other better?”

Merle looked off into the distance and said “there used to be so much time for that.”

And the others were like “what” and Merle was like “what” and they shook it off and never mentioned it again.

And now because of that dream I have a headcanon that Merle “forgot his own last name, twice” Hitower Highchurch has a memory that’s already so full of holes and folds and blank spots that occasionally one of those holes works the other way around and he briefly has a thought like “this is worse than that mushroom planet” or “didn’t Magnus always used to wear red?” pass through his mind, only to immediately be forgotten again. 

On rare occasions while the thought is in his head he’ll make an odd comment that others brush off and forget just as quickly. 

And yes, he once called Taako Lup by mistake. Taako didn’t react and it didn’t stir any memories but later he looked down and realized he’d been clutching the handle of the Umbra Staff so tightly that the tiny raised pattern at the top had left a deep indentation in his hand.


      “Dragons,” Aemon whispered. “The grief and glory of my House, they were.”
      “The last dragon died before you were born,” said Sam. “How could you remember them?”
      “I see them in my dreams, Sam. I see a red star bleeding in the sky. I still remember red. I see their shadows on the snow, hear the crack of leathern wings, feel their hot breath. My brothers dreamed of dragons too, and the dreams killed them, every one. Sam, we tremble on the cusp of half-remembered prophecies, of wonders and terrors that no man now living could hope to comprehend… or…”
      “Or?” said Sam.
      “…or not.” Aemon chuckled softly. “Or I am an old man, feverish and dying.”

Sometimes I wonder if our whole relationship was nothing more than a dream I had once… a dream so pleasant that waking up from it felt painfully jarring, like being taken from a warm comforting bed and plunged into a bath of ice.
Perhaps that is all it ever was… one of those dreams where months go by, but in reality, last only minutes. It would be so easy to give up living in exchange for sleeping and I’ll admit that for a while I did.
And still there are days I wish nothing more than to fall back asleep, compelled by the thought that I could live a lifetime with you if I only close my eyes and dream it… But it’s time for me to get up now… for I have been asleep far too long and there’s still so much living left to do.

Concept: It is my wedding day. The guests are waiting in the pews at the ceremony, all my family and the groom’s family have come together on this day and it’s so lovely. I am dressed beautifully in white and there are flowers everywhere. At long last, I enter. The organist plays those familiar first “bum-bum-bum-buumm“ notes of Mendelssohn’s Wedding March. “bum-bum-bum-buumm”, again. “bum-bum-bum-buuuum”. The organist repeated the rythm an extra time, and the last note was wrong. Do they really know what they’re doing? “bum-bum-bum-buuuuum… bum-bum-bum-buuum… bum-bum-bum-BUUMMM”… Now all the notes are wrong. All the rhythm is wrong. It suddenly dawns on my guests. This is not the Wedding March. The orchestra rises from the floor on the enormous trap door. The organ is replaced by a solo trumpet. The family members are in complete chaos, as I walk triumphantly down the aisle to Mahler 5,

masterpost of iconic lines/moments in Froot (2015) by Marina and the Diamonds


  • when the chorus effect starts on the line “melted away like I was free” and my soul escaped my body, went to hell, and was immediately forgiven by the benevolent god that is marina diamandis
  • “I realize to be happy, maybe I need a little company” and I started crying one minute and forty seconds into the album
  • the sheer force with which my head was ejected from my body when she hits the high note on “I believe someone’s watching over me”
  • the chord changes in the bridge making me feel melancholy realness, honey
  • invented the piano, invented happy songs that sound sad, invented music
  • I’ve fallen asleep crying to this song an uncountable amount of times


  • THE FUCKING BASS RIFF IN THE FIRST TWO SECONDS which precisely and methodically severed my ear canal from my cranium
  • everything about this song
  • “ju-u-u-uice, la la la la la la la” >>> the entire discography of the rolling stones, the beatles, led zeppelin, and all of your dusty-ass “iconic” faves 
  • the sultriness of the fucking low G she hits perfectly and consistently throughout the verses
  • “but I ain’t in a patient phase” probably the most iconic modern music will get
  • the way she sings “come on fill your cup uuuuuuuUUUUUPP” shattering my femur
  • “i’ve been saving all my summers for you” assassinates all of the poetry by William Shakespeare combined
  • every part of the second verse, especially “baby I am plump and ripe, I’m pinker than shepard’s delight, sweet like honeysuckle late at night” which was better sex-ed than I received throughout my entire adolescent academic career
  • “birds and worms will come for me, the cycle of life is complete” making fucking DECOMPOSITION the sexiest thing anyone has ever said in the compendium of human history
  • The Fucking Bridge Melody that she sings well beyond the troposphere, above the stratosphere, and sitting sexily in the mesosphere
  • “oh my body is ready, yeah it’s ready, yeah it’s ready”

I’m a Ruin

  • marina single-handedly addressing the complexities of young-adult relationships with “I could treat you better but I’m not that smart”
  • the insane degree to which I scream “yeah yeah, uh huh, woo hoo, yeah yeah” at the end of the chorus, thus startling my neighbors and setting off car alarms
  • “It’s difficult to move on when nothing was right and nothing was wrong” making me spray tears out of my eyes like a machine gun
  • the way the back up vocals come in on “I’ve had my share of beautiful men, but I’m still young and I want to love again”
  • the dichotomy of “I’ll ruin you” and “I’m a ruin” are proven to be one and the same, thus ending the careers of marriage counselors across the world


  • the iconic and instantly-memorable backing track
  • the continuity between the themes of the last song with the opening line “we’ve broken up and now I regret it”
  • the FORESHADOWING of “and I don’t know why but I can’t forget it” which alludes to the themes of the NEXT song, Forget, basically proving Marina doesn’t need references to any body of literature but her own goddamn songs
  • “gimme love, gimme dreams, gimme a good self-esteem” ejecting my wig at mach 3 into another dimension
  • the sheer craftsmanship of the pre-chorus, which is perfectly catchy and memorable while refraining from cliches
  • the way the beat picks up on the chorus and I demand my non-existent ex to “gimme one more night”
  • “I’m sick of looking after you, I need a man to hold on to, I’m bored of everything we do, but I just keep coming back to you” proving marina is just as fed up with fuckboys as we are, but is just as flawed and hypocritical as us, showing her imperfections and making her more worthy of our worship
  • ending the song on the pre-chorus like the fucking INNOVATOR of MODERN MUSIC she is??? like please tell me WHEN will your fave


  • this list doesn’t include the visuals from the music videos but I will make an exception for the ICONIC wig she wears in the video
  • the vocals for “never heal” sending me into a tailspin and crashing into a ditch at 70 mph
  • 50% of the chorus is the word “forget” and it is STILL the height of modern literature
  • after her mention of an “abacus” in the second verse, abacus sales went up 2000% and surpassed their unprecedented popularity in ancient Greece
  • “yeah it’s time to be letting go, yeah baby you know what I’m talking about” probably the most iconique start to a bridge physically possible in this dimension
  • the way she fucking develops the lyrics of the chorus throughout the song and makes each line the best life lesson you ever heard??? who is this woman?????


  • by FAR the most underrated song on the album for no goddamn reason like, have you demons even listened to it?? hmmmmm????
  • i have no idea how the accompaniment was made for the song but whoever did it was a genius and needs to be remembered for the rest of time
  • “doesn’t matter long as I am your star, sta-AAARRRR” melodically groundbreaking, please take notes everyone
  • “don’t think i want what I used to want, don’t think I need what i used to need” addressing the pains of growing out of old friendships and passions in a fun approach
  • “you can’t take away the Midas touch, so you better make way for a GREEK GOLD RUSH” YES MAMA REPRESENT YOUR COUNTRY LIKE THE GODDESS YOU AAAARE
  • knew she could rhyme “El Dorado” with “Colorado” and fucking did
  • the fade out at the end of the song painting her as a con-artist or corrupt gold-dealer being hauled off to jail while reveling in the near success of her schemes is what???? I C O N I C

Can’t Pin Me Down

  • this song is direct proof that marina is a straight up motherfucking KUNT in charge of her destiny. the album is labeled as explicit because of this ONE song and only ONE line: “you might think I’m one thing, but I am another. You can’t call my bluff, TIME TO BACKUP MOTHERFUCKER” like not only is this the most badass line in the history of language, but this line was so important to her that she made the album explicit JUST FOR THIS ONE LINE. SHE IS AN ICON. END OF STORY.
  • she is a feminist! BUT! “Do you really want me to write a feminist anthem, I’m happy in the kitchen cooking dinner for my husband” proving that you do NOT know this bitch. she is nothing you think she is. except that she is an I C O N.
  • the meter of “just another girl in the twenty-first century” has me unpredictably and immeasurably shook because she is just! that! kind! of! girl!
  • “You think I’m like the others, boy you need to get your eyes che-e-e-e-e-e-ecked, che-e-e-e-e-e-e-ecked” blew the skin clean off of my face
  • “i can be your russian doll” like,,,, gag
  • the entire concept and existence of this song is revolutionary and cements her position as the strongest female artist of our generation


  • holy FUCK you guys love to hate amazing songs, don’t you?? this song is without a doubt one of my favorites and you fuckers have the NERVE
  • the production on this song is one of a kind and continues to prove her versatility in style on this album. any reservations you had about her from electra heart better be EVAPORATED by this point.
  • the melodies on this song are, besides Froot, the catchiest on the album for me. they are so well crafted and inventive, i am shaking
  • “hard like a rock, cold like stone, white like a diamond, black like coal, cut like a jewel, yeah I repair myself when you’re not there” is such an amazing pre-chorus for this song like it could no possibly be better than that
  • the way the mood shifts from the verse to the chorus cut off my arms with raw blunt force
  • the flourish on the line “and I’ll admit all I wanna do is get drunk and silent” gave me an aneurysm
  • holy fucking SHIT the end of the bridge is for sure a highlight on the album. “but I’m not cursed, i’m not cursed, I was just covered in dirt” like damn marina go all the way off
  • the extra-dimensional high notes on this song are second to none, babes

Better Than That

  • “You’re just another in a long line of men she screwed” is the FUCKING WAY TO START A SONG, GIRLS. ARE YOU JOTTING THIS DOWN??
  • “So why’s she looking like a cat who got the cream?” ugh marina is so perfect I cannot deal with this bitch anymore
  • the sheer vocal talent on the chorus, like how high can this girl go? someday she’s going to rupture my eardrums and I will thank her personally
  • “with an angel voice, devil in disguise” the vocal production for this is perfect and successfully made me shit myself
  • “and she’ll network till her dreams come true, even if it means getting in a bed with you” miss marina is out for BLOOD everyone, the music industry is cowering in fear of her objective talent and lack of fucks
  • “i’m not passing judgment on her sexual life, I’m passing judgement on the way she always stuck her knife in my back” whoever this woman is she is getting READ for FILTH by lady diamandis and you all need to watch your backs


  • this song is straight out of a sappy rom-com and I am fully living for it
  • “but it keeps growing back like WEEDS” I am currently screaming please give me a moment
  • “and God knows what sex is, a way to feel a bit, a little bit less lonely” marina chose sex to be a prominent theme on this album but she has shown she can handle it in the moment mature way any woman in the industry can. it’s subtle, it’s methodical, it isn’t vulgar, it’s just straight real and honest and such an important thing to discuss! this song is another aspect of how sex can be important in our lives. she better preach tbh
  • the aesthetics can reserved character on this song are a beautiful contrast that the album needed. filler tracks who???


  • full disclosure, this song blew a hole right through my body with the sheer impact of its lyrics and chorus
  • there are so many fucking good lyrics on this song, it’s truly baffling that anyone has a career in the music industry after this was dropped
  • “I’m not afraid of God, I am afraid of man” I am Screeching
  • the first beat of the chorus, my bodily fluids are already dripping from the ceiling and my bones are crushed into a fine powder
  • “underneath it all, we’re just savages hidden behind shirts, ties, and marriages” she is prophet, the chosen one, the woman who will deliver us from our mortal coils
  • “another day, another tale of rape, another ticking bomb to bury deep and detonate” Marina is fully aware of the important problems our nation is facing at the time the album was released and even to today. she isn’t a shallow artist like the persona she created in electra heart, she has become almost the exact opposite. She is taking on these issues with a clear judgment and grace and I am so proud and appreciative of her work.
  • “are you killing for yourself or killing for your savior?” YES YOU BETTER ASSASSINATE THESE MOTHERFUCKERS
  • the buildup in the last chorus to the E T H E R E A L ending is clearly the climax of modern pop music


  • you could play this song for me and tell me it’s a message from an angel and I would 200% believe you
  • the melody on this track is so fucking pristine it’s like a glacier melting in your mouth
  • it continues the themes of humanity from Savages but looks at a completely different issue about it. this album is cohesive, planned out, and a complete and full body of work
  • the moment the chorus hits with “I’m forever chasing after time” my limbs are being forcibly extended by a device of love and torture
  • “but if the earth ends in fire, and the seas are frozen in time, there will be just one survivor, the memory that I was yours and you were mine” ok not kidding anymore this is STRAIGHT up MOTHER fucking POETIC genius and innovation at its most concentrated and talented moment
  • when she says “twice” on the high note in the chorus, it’s like the most beautiful bell shattering in my ear, tbqh
  • THE FUCKING BRIDGE is actual art. “I just wanna be able to say the I live my life” the way she executes this melody is cold-blooded and frankly she should be charged with manslaughter for it

bottom line, Marina Diamandis released the biggest breakthrough in pop music to date in 2015 and all of you demons let it flop. if you have the nerve to call this album a failure, I have literally 0 respect for you and no one is ever going to love you