i sing for the children of the earth

How would a solar eclipse effect mythical creatures. Do werewolves transform or is it the only day they can reverse the curse. Do they feel the urge to howl. When real people gather, we cheer for the sun’s return. Do werewolves fit in for that moment, happy and singing and between wolf and human.

Vampires who can finally go outside in the day. They walk among families and cities and parties for those two minutes of totality and hunger not for blood - well, a little, maybe - but mostly for the life they’re missing, with children scrambling and people laughing.

Demons who take the second to ask God a question. A favor while the Earth is blind and we all look like angels.

The Jersey devil and mothman are partying at the boogie man’s house. The night in the day. I wonder what they’re doing. I hope they’re okay.

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I got bored and decided to highlight ten of my favorite weird/eccentric singers in modern music. Maybe they aren’t the greatest singers of all time, but they’re all unique and unmistakable. Each of them have singing voices that make you go “WTF is this?!” upon first listen, but then you slowly grow to appreciate them as you listen to more material.

  1. Yma Sumac - The godmother of all eccentric voices. This Peruvian soprano both confused and bewildered 1950s audiences with her five octave vocal range, animal imitations, and “exotica” style of music, which mainly consisted of mambos and Latin American folk tunes. Most of the other people on this liste have traces of her influence in their vocal deliveries. Check out: Tumpa and Chuncho.
  2. Screamin’ Jay Hawkins - Once an aspiring opera singer, this R&B star single-handedly created the “shock rock” genre that performers like Alice Cooper and Marilyn Manson later adopted. Emerging from coffins, evoking voodoo rituals, and scream-bellowing his way through songs about everything from soul possession to constipation? Yep, he did it. Oh yeah, and he’s rumored to have fathered over 75 children. Check out: I Put a Spell on You and Constipation Blues.
  3. Tiny Tim - While often regarded as a novelty act, this falsetto nostalgist was actually quiet sincere with his performances. His ukulele renditions of squeaky clean 1930s pop tunes led to stardom in the 1960s, although his fame quickly faded. He would later find posthumous recognition through the use of his music in cartoons like Spongebob Squarepants. Check out: Living in the Sunlight and this bizarre cover of Earth Angel.
  4. Kate Bush - The queen of baroque prog-pop (if that’s even a genre) known for singing self-penned (and self-performed and produced) tunes with a breathy, child-like timbre that’s hard to describe. Her live performances and music videos were equally as hard to describe, but nonetheless captivating. While she was a mega-star in the UK and much of Europe, her peculiar style never caught on in the US. Check out: Wuthering Heights and Sat in your Lap.
  5. Klaus Nomi - Occasionally there are singers whose voices are so strange that words fail to describe them, and this German avant-garde performer is one of them. Part soprano, part alien, and part walking pop art, his style was unmistakable, if also a bit too weird for even other weirdos to process. Still, there is a beauty about his style that shines through, especially in live performances. Check out: The Cold Song and The Nomi Song.
  6. Diamanda Galas - Her nickname in the ‘80s was “The wife of the devil”, and it’s not hard to understand why. She too started her career as an opera singer and took a turn into weird and frightening territory beginning with 1982′s nightmarish LP The Litanies of Satan. With a shrieking 5 ½ octave vocal range and infamous live performances that could scare the bejesus out of anybody, there has never been anybody quite like her before or since. Check out: Double Barrel Prayer and her cover of I Put a Spell on You.
  7. Bjork - This Icelandic maverick started her career as part of numerous alt rock bands before embarking on a highly successful solo career. While her self-produced, eclectic music was always a bit off-kilter, she has only continued to get stranger over the years, but her clear, arresting howl has stayed the same. Her influence is insurmountable, ranging from Thom Yorke to FKA Twigs and beyond. Check out: Human Behavior and Crystalline.
  8. Mike Patton - Best known for his work with Faith No More, he could only best be described as a vocal freak of nature. Possessing a monstrous six octave vocal range (the widest of any singer in modern music), he has mastered death metal, Italian pop tunes, experimental jazz, Native American chants and literally everything in-between. His style has no limits, nor do his songs from various projects, which often jump through multiple genres in the span of three minutes. Check out: Smaller and Smaller (with Faith No More) and My Ass is on Fire (with Mr. Bungle).
  9. Tanya Tagaq - Another performer of “exotic” music by Western standards, this Inuk throat singer takes music traditional to her culture and puts a plethora of innovative spins on it. Alternating between hums, buzzes, coos, and clean vocals, she is primarily a storyteller, using her voice as an instrument to paint striking mental images. Recently she won the 2014 Polaris Prize for music and caused controversy by paying homage to thousands of murdered indigenous women as part of her performance at the ceremony. Check out: Improv Performance and Uja.
  10. Julie Christmas - What would Cinderella become if Prince Charming jilted her? One listen to this Julliard-trained maniac’s voice, and you’ll get the hint. Known for her work with Made out of Babies and Battle of Mice, Christmas can go from sweet to psychotic at the snap of a finger, her vocal delivery terrifying yet intriguing to even the most hardened of metal critics. Her recent solo work is further proof of her vocal acrobatics - a fallen Disney princess, indeed. Check Out: Cooker (with Made out of Babies) and Bones in the Water (with Battle of Mice).

digamma-s  asked:

the only thing I can possibly say at this point is: Peter Rabbit in the style of Homer

i mean it is basically the cattle of the sun episode with a happy ending…..

Sing, muse, of the reckless rabbit: how he stole 
vegetables from the man of the ground, McGregor, 
and how at his homecoming he found naught but bitterness. 

“Go,” said the Mother of Rabbits, “O my children, 
O Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and reckless Peter, 
go into the lane, and there take delight of food.
But go not into the garden of the Man, who is cruel; 
who has once eaten your father*, baking him in a pie." 

And then did Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail gather
the first-fruits of the earth, the succulent blackberries; 
but Peter, obeying his savage thumos, slipped under the gate 
of the Garden of McGregor, and there ate of the vegetables. 

But the Man saw him, and chased him with his ashen hoe, 
and raised the hue and cry; then was Peter sore afraid, 
and with his swift feet ran before the assault of McGregor. 
The gods, who love moderation, caused him to trip; 
but gentle Aphrodite, pitying him, sent her sparrows
to free him from the nets wherein he was entangled. 

[several lines missing] 

And at last came reckless Peter home to his burrow, 
to his mother and to the other rabbits of his tribe;
but he was pale as grass and ill, and his mother 
fed him simply on camomile tea, and sent him to his bed. 
But his sisters feasted that night on blackberries, 
and soul-restoring bread, and the milk of the cow. 

anonymous asked:

about something you posted earlier--how do you know God is so... happy if we come to Him? Like it was so moving (I almost started crying in all honesty) but I can't comprehend God would have any positive emotion at all about my coming to him. I feel like I expect the "about time you showed up" response more than anything. Sorry if this message doesn't make sense or is ignorant. Thanks for all you do <3

Don’t be sorry. I know completely what you mean. I’ve had times where I feel like Jesus just tolerates me. But, I need to tell you. He ADORES you. The Bible, God’s-word, God-breathed, God-inspired is full of love letters and stories for us. For you. You.

I want you to read some of these and understand this it’s God, trying to communicate to you. So for a moment, it’s just for you. It’s you and Jesus. 

Luke 15:11-32. The Parable of the Lost Son. This child, comes back into his fathers home (into God’s presence) and his dad meets him and wraps his arms around him, kisses him, covers him in fine clothes, puts a ring on his finger and declares that a marvellous feast be held. When you come into God’s presence, He does the same thing. This story is about you. When you come to Jesus, he wraps His arms around you, He kisses you, He dresses you in fine silk and jewellery and He declares a feast be made in your honour. He is so happy to see you.

Zephaniah 3. This is a time in the Bible when Jerusalem was going crazy. It says they were “rebellious and defiled.” And God was sad for a while. He was disappointed and angry at them. But, God’s love is so unwavering, so powerful, so on fire that He could not be angry for long. Verse 17 says “The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you; but will rejoice over you with singing.” He delights in you. When He thinks about you, He rejoices with singing. God, the King of all finds Himself singing when you enter His presence. You, dear child. 

Matthew 8. Now, back when Jesus was walking upon the face of the earth, having leprosy was pretty much the worst thing anyone could have. People hated you if you had leprosy. Shopkeepers wouldn’t serve you, people would avoid you, mothers would cover their children’s eyes. But Jesus, so full of love and compassion, reaches out His hand and touches this man with leprosy. I can imagine people in the background gasping at the sight. But Jesus just has so much love for His children that this is not a barrier. He loves you this much. When you walk into His presence, no matter what state you’re in, He is willing and He wants to spend time with you. 

Matthew 14:22-33. I love this one. So, all the disciples see Jesus walking on the water, and Peter wants to join Him. Jesus calls Peter out and he gets out of the boat to walk on the water with Jesus. But, Peter becomes afraid and begins to sink. Now, what does Jesus do. IMMEDIATELY, He reaches out His hand and catches Him. Then, He goes on to ask why he was afraid. But, I love this because Jesus doesn’t watch Peter start to sink and tell him “just don’t doubt, you’ll be fine.” Jesus doesn’t wait for Peter to drown, learn his lesson and then pull him up and tell him what he did wrong. No. The second that Peter asks for Jesus to save him, Jesus catches him. Straight away. He loves Peter so much. He loves you this much. His heart aches when you are in pain and the second that you ask Him to save you, He IMMEDIATELY reaches out His hand to catch you. 

Jesus died for you. Jesus died for you. Jesus DIED for you. An innocent man, who deserved only good things. He watched His friends betray and deny Him. He watched as they declared they did not know Him in front of accusers. He watched a guilty man go free as the public, screaming, decided that He was of less worth than a murderer. He suffered agony by the hands of Romans; from being spat on and having thorns pierce His temples, to having His flesh ripped and shredded until His bones began to glow red. He carried a heavy cross up a hill, collapsing underneath it. He then laid down on that cross and felt the sheer sting of 3 nails skewer His bones to keep Him in place. He was lifted, naked and bloody, on display for all. Friends and family. Even His own mother. For hours He struggled to attain every breath. And then He died. He died. He experienced all that because of His love for you. He went through all of that, because He desperately wants relationship with you. Do you think that He would experience so so much, because He only feels “meh” about you. No way! He went through all of that because he utterly ADORES you. He ADMIRES you. He CHERISHES you. HE DELIGHTS in you. He TREASURES you. He is up and down CRAZY for you. He loves you. So so so so so so much. SO MUCH! Child of God, when you enter His presence, He runs toward you and cheers because He would love to spend some time with You. He died because He finds so much joy in being with you. 

He does not tolerate you. He is not an ‘about time you showed up’ kind of God. He’s an ‘I’m so glad you came. I’m overjoyed. I love you so much. I love you so much. I love you so much’ kind of God. And it’s for you. YOU. 


xx - c

Modern Dregs AU #5

The Dregs at Disneyland

  • this trip suggestion came from Inej and Jesper when Tower of Terror was yet to be closed forever
  • “we have to go and ride it one last time!!”
  • and so, once again, they group in Wylan’s mom’s minivan to go to the Happiest Place on Earth
  • Kaz begs to differ
  • “how can you call it happy when the place is flooded with screaming children? it’s a fucking hellshow”
  • but he still goes for Inej’s sake
  • when they get there, Jesper buys the whole group the hats with the Mickey Mouse ears
  • Kaz refuses to wear his
  • they first ride the Pirates of the Caribbean, which has the one really fast drop right
  • of the seven, Matthias probably screams the most (he’s never been)
  • Nina the whole time is singing “A Pirate’s Life for Me”
  • they buy the photo and boy, is it a piece
  • Most of them are laughing
  • Wylan looks like he’s about to cry
  • Matthias, ofc, looks like his soul left his body
  • and Kaz is rocking a Pokerface™
  • next they ride the Matterhorn per Nina’s request
  • when they pass the Yeti, she points to it
  • “MATTY, IS THAT YOU??” “goddamnit nina”
  • for the rest of the day, the group calls him “Yetthias” and it grinds his gears
  • somehow they end up doing It’s a Small World and they realize very quickly that iT WAS A MISTAKE
  • the singing children unnerves them all, especially Wylan
  • “excuse me, can I get off of this thing early? i feel like im descending into the depths of hell” “i told you it wasn’t the happiest place on earth” “shut up, kaz”
  • Kuwei is the only one who even kind of enjoyed it
  • “c’mon guys, it wasn’t that bad” “i’ll lock you in there for two hours, then you tell me if it’s bad or not”
  • they then decide that Tower of Terror should be saved for last, so they head on to the Sailing Ship Columbia
  • Wylan and Jesper go below deck to check out the museum (Wylan likes museums and no one can tell me otherwise)
  • Jesper likes how excited he gets about the maps, it makes him wanna kiss him
  • he does
  • Matthias and Nina stay above deck to keep an eye on Kuwei, since he’s such a spaz sometimes
  • “don’t get to close to the edge, Kuwei, you’ll fall!” “nina, if he falls, that’s not our fault” “hOW CAN YOU SAY THAT, HE’S A CHILD”
  • Inej stays toward the front to sight-see, and Kaz joins her
  • and since they’re alone, they hold hands
  • “isn’t it pretty, Kaz?”
  • he’s too busy staring at her
  • she’s positively glowing under the sunlight, and the wind is causing her braid to ripple in the air
  • and all he wants to do is take out the braid and run his fingers through her hair, he’s just so enamored
  • “absolutely beautiful”
  • so smooth
  • the group then chooses Splash Mountain
  • Kaz HATES it when he ends up the one soaked through to the bone
  • Matthias ends up in the same condition
  • “i smell like a wet dog” “sorry, you’re still a Yeti” “what the fuck”
  • Jesper snaps a picture of the both of them for his insta (”it’s raining Kaz and dogs!!”)
  • neither are amused with the pun
  • in order to dry themselves off, the group then goes to grab something to eat over at the Tiki Room (and the watch the show)
  • at one point, Jesper points to one of the birds that looks like a crow
  • “kaz, is that u” “wow, so original, jes”
  • next up is the Haunted Mansion and Inej LOVES IT
  • she digs the eerie shit
  • then, because Kuwei wouldn’t shut up about it, they decide to do Space Mountain though they end up in line for an hour and a half wait
  • poor Jesper could barely contain himself so Inej came up with the idea of playing Heads Up! from their phones
  • it takes the edge off waiting and they end up having a blast on the ride
  • this time, Kaz couldn’t keep a straight face and Wylan has actual tears in the photo
  • then finally, they head to California Adventures for TOWER OF TERROR
  • and since it’s getting late at night, there’s no wait at all
  • Wylan is freaking out a bit
  • “i already have dreams of falling, i don’t want to actually experience it” “it’s okay, Wylan Van Sunshine, i’ll hold your hand”
  • Matthias is pumped (he’s grown to like the thrill)
  • on the ride, even Kaz screams during the free fall
  • and when they get off, he actually falls on the ground, his legs are wobbling so much
  • Inej helps him regain his balance as they start to leave the theme park
  • but, of course, they have to stay for the parade
  • Kuwei falls asleep halfway through, his head on Nina’s shoulder
  • and as they leave, while he’ll never admit it, Kaz actually had a good time after all
2. Makoto and Asahi, The Comedy Duo
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Asahi: Hey, Makoto… what are we doing for the appreciation party?

Makoto: Huh? Hmm… what should we do for our party trick…?

Asahi: Well.. Captain said that we could do whatever we want…

Makoto: Even if he said so…

Asahi: Anyway, what counts as a party trick in the first place? Is it different from a special skill?

Makoto: Don’t ask me~! But, I think they are different things? It’s like… something that’s more performative…

Asahi: Oooh, I get it now! Hmmm….mmm… I wonder if there’re any fun ideas? Hey, Makoto, can you think of something?

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Taeyeon as Goddesses: Gaia

 “I will sing of well-founded Gaia, Earth, mother of all, eldest of all beings. She feeds all the creatures that are in the worlds, all that go upon the goodly land, and all that are in the paths of the seas, and all that fly : all these are fed of her store. Through you, O queen, men are blessed in their children and blessed in their harvests, and to you it belongs to give means of life to mortal men and to take it away. Happy is the man whom you delight to honour! He has all things abundantly : his fruitful land is laden with corn, his pastures are covered with cattle, and his house is filled with good things.”

“Tolkien believes in his world and in all those who inhabit it… this failure of belief on an author’s part is, I think, what turns so many books that mean to deal with the real things of life that really happen to the real souls and bodies of real people in the real world into the cramped little stages where varyingly fashionable marionettes jiggle and sing. But I believe Tolkien has wandered Middle-Earth, which exists nowhere but in himself, and I understand the sadness of the elves, and have seen Mordor.” -Peter S. Beagle

CRIME WRITING - RESOURCES MASTERPOST

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Do you get to eat fruits in heaven? Are the trees different from this place? Maybe everyone gets to ride motorcycles all day long without fear of an accident or cops because you’re speeding. What kind of currency do you guys use? Is there gender there? What about love? Do you get to fall in love there? I bet you do. Does Cupid write silly love letters for everyone? He sucks at aiming, always have, always will. What about music? Oh my god. You must have music! There has to be a jukebox around every corner. What about racism? That’s not possible. Do you own planes? You wouldn’t put a 90 ban on anyone, right? And religion? Maybe, there’s freedom up there too. Every epic, every Greek god gets a place up there. I bet Apollo sings the best songs. I bet Artemis hunts cloud shaped rabbits for the children– you guys don’t need nutrients. Does the sun speak? Every metaphor coming to life. Every love story finally has a happy ending. Edgar isn’t so sad. Shakespeare is telling everyone that the poetry he left here is really written by him. Are liars allowed in heaven? God forgives everyone, right? Is there right or wrong up there? Earth is getting scary. America is getting scary. I’m terrified. Do the stars look pretty up there? Can you just float and hug them? Do you have feelings or sensations? Do the stars shine? Do you experience day and night? Can you flip a switch and it’s bed time for everyone? I bet it’s beautiful, I bet you’re smiling. Do you feel okay? How are you? I miss you. I still write about you and one day, I won’t. I’ll be up there. I’ll be somewhere up there. Maybe I’ll run a tea shop and you can stop by. We can ride down waterfalls and not worry about anything. We can write our names on oak, we can kiss the stars goodnight. I’ll hold your hand if you hold mine type of night. I suck at singing, but I’ll sing for you. Do you miss me too? I’ll write about you until my last day. It won’t be too long now. Time is timeless up there. I’m sure of it. I’m sure of you. I have to be. Oh. Almost forgot.
—  P.S. I love you

And though I am gone,
Just ash in the wind.
One life surrendered,
So yours can begin.

Courage my children,
This is your song.
I am the Earth,
I will make you strong.


So, I heard that the credits song was sung by her VA and it makes so much sense! Considering the lyrics are implying that it’s Mila saying it to her people and how Silque worships Mila, it inspired me to draw Silque singing Mila’s words!

Pentagon as ATLA benders

Jinho-Waterbender

  • Northern Water Tribe 
  • Healer 
  • Specializes in ice bending
  • doesn’t mean he uses his bending though
  • sleeps in the healing rooms cuz the blankets are hella soft
  • works too hard to not sleep in his own healing rooms 
  • not a fighter but do NOT provoke him 
  • unless you want to be impaled by an ice shard

Originally posted by pyuupa

Hui-Earthbender

  • Catch him in Ba Sing Se
  • His parents stay in the Upper Ring, but he frequents the Middle Ring a lot 
  • Metal Bender cuz he hella metal 
  • works on the monorail but he lowkey wants to be part of the Dai Li
  • “a person can dream”
  • frequent visitor of the Zoo
  • the platypus bear recognizes him cuz he always it sneaks some moon peaches 

Originally posted by bbykino

Hongseok-Waterbender

  • Northern Water Tribe
  • Front line soldier but you’ll see him more often in the kitchens 
  • “I’m not fighting if I don’t have food”
  • sometimes trains the children…”trains”
  • usually just eats while he watches them play around with a water pouch
  • people think he can bloodbend
  • …i mean he can, but they don’t need to know that

Originally posted by yeosprout

Hyojong-Airbender

  • Northern Air Temple
  • in charge of watching over the sky bison
  • don’t tell the head monk but he usually just sleeps on the saddles
  • “it’s not like they do anything, so why can’t I?”
  • don’t let his laziness throw you off though 
  • this man is LETHAL
  • he can have a man suffocating in less than a second 
  • his enemies are 365 so pressed

Originally posted by cherryjinho

Shinwon-Earth Bender

  • Lives in Ba Sing Se
  • Owns a famous tea shop in the Upper Ring
  • has all the tea, literally and figuratively 
  • 80% of the reason why people go to his shop is for the gossip 
  • and the Upper Ring has a LOT of a gossip
  • master of seismic senses 
  • so don’t EVER try to sneak up on him 
  • unless you want a boulder or a pot of hot tea in your face 

Originally posted by yeo1

Yeo One-Waterbender

  • Southern Water Tribe
  • Trains the younger waterbenders 
  • golden child of the tribe 
  • everyone’s brother/son/friend
  • “the boy in the next igloo”
  • mastered ice bending and steam manipulation
  • for the most part he just chills 
  • his hobby is penguin sledding with the otter penguins 

Originally posted by yeosprout

Yan An-Firebender

  • lives on Ember Island 
  • Roasts the hell out of everyone
  • no one is safe…ESPECIALLY NOT THE EMBER ISLAND PLAYERS
  • specialized in lava bending
  • which is pretty convenient cuz Ember Island is basically a volcano anyway
  • born in an affluent family
  • his aunt is Fire Lady Mai
  • his aunt taught him how to throw knives
  • so he’s pretty adept 

Originally posted by pen1ag0n

Yuto-Waterbender 

  • Southern Water Tribe
  • secret bloodbender 
  • he doesn’t tell anyone though cuz he thinks it might scare them
  • uses his bloodbending to catch fish 
  • spends 10 minutes fishing and the rest of the day sleeping on his boat
  • the tribe idolizes him
  • girls trip over their feet trying to get a betrothal necklace from him

Originally posted by universusptg

Kino-Firebender

  • lives in the capital of the Fire Nation
  • his dad is an advisor to the Fire Lord
  • once made eye contact with Fire Lord Zuko
  • never lets that story go 
  • can generate and redirect lightning 
  • incredibly talented firebender and he knows it 
  • mastered bending at age 10
  • has beat all but ONE person in an Agni Kai
  • only person besides Zuko to make Fire Lady Mai smile
  • His aunt Tai Lee taught him how to fight

Originally posted by jeonsh00k

Wooseok-Firebender

  • also lives in the capital of the Fire Nation
  • Kino’s dad and his dad work together 
  • has the ability to generate blue fire
  • blue fire is the hottest and most powerful type of fire
  • Extremely talented
  • he’s his family’s pride and joy
  • he helps to advise the war counsel
  • the heat of his fire led to him to win every agni kai he’s participated in
  • he’s the ONLY person to beat kino in an agni kai
  • people think he’s intimidating
  • the boy feeds turtle ducks at lunch EVERY DAY
  • never misses a day 
  • he a whole softie 
  • people call him the next zuko 
  • zuko’s dream is to have him as a son-in-law

Originally posted by jungwooseok-ptg

Melkor and Ilúvatar

For uncounted ages and more Melkor dwelt in the Void, chained by the work of the Valar when they came in wrath to cast down his work and steal his victory in Middle-earth. Ever and again he felt Ilúvatar stretch out his hand in invitation, but for whiles Melkor refused, and gathered up his readiness, and Ilúvatar withdrew his hand for a time.

At last was Melkor prepared to face the one who was before him, and so he waited for Ilúvatar to stretch forth his hand again, and Melkor grasped it and was drawn out of the Void and into the great halls of Eru where once he had dwelt before the music of the Ainur was sung.

Ilúvatar greeted Melkor as a lost child. He spread out before him all of Arda, and invited him to look on it. And Melkor looked down at the globe and saw all of the ages of the earth spread out as one, from the building of the lamps to the destruction of Númenor to the wars of the rings and the coming of the age of Men, and much more besides. He saw the fortresses of the Noldor in the northwest that he knew so well, and also the great ships of the East laden with treasures, and the philosophers of the farthest south speaking wisdom, and the palaces of the people who came at last to the lands of the sun. And in all of it he saw his handiwork, because in no corner of Arda in any time was there freedom from strife, and ever did the children of Ilúvatar and Aulë make war upon the orcs and trolls and the other dark things in the hidden crevices of the world, or even upon each other, in the name of the Valar and of the one who rebelled. And for a time Melkor was pleased that even in his ages of captivity, his song still rang out through the world and his verses were still heard by those who turned their ear to listen.

Then spoke Ilúvatar: “See you here the music of the Ainur in its fulness. Your rebellion is there, a loud theme that cuts through all else. And yet! Your chorus does not break the great music that I set forth in the beginning. Indeed, all that you have done is brought within the music for the greater glory of Arda. All that was sung I saw from the beginning, and made part of the world. The evil that you have done may prevail for a time, but yet in the end it only enhances the greatness of the music, and makes wonders that glorify my work.”

Now Melkor looked down at the world and saw that it was so. For there were many deeds of great wonder done in Arda, by Beren and by Frodo, by Jecuapië of the Far Harad and Odru in the lands beyond Hildórien.

Melkor asked, “Why then do you name me evil? If all my work was foreseen by you, and all of my deeds howsoever they may strive against you must in the end only glorify you? Why should the Valar and the children of Ilúvatar curse my name if all I do is necessary to the greater plan of Arda? Why should I be cast out to suffer in chains in the Void if my work is part of the music just as that of Manwe and Varda who still rule?”

Ilúvatar smiled. “Your work is evil, for it rebels against my music even as I make something greater of it. Were your deeds not evil, and truly so, they could not play the role in the music ordained for them. Only genuine evil can bring forth the striving for glory that crowns Arda. And to make that evil is your own choice, and so you are held accountable to it.”

Now Melkor’s anger burned against Ilúvatar. “Thief I name you, and corrupter. You declare the greatness of your handiwork while showing me how it is built on foundations taken against the will of their maker. The work of proud Manwë and fierce Tulkas and sad Nienna is offered to you freely from their hands, and so it is your right to take it and place it in the world as you see fit. But you are become a thief, to take what is made by one who wishes a thing for himself and not to surrender all to another’s whim, even should that other be the maker of the earth. And a corrupter you are, to twist what is made to your own designs, in arrogance and vanity thinking that only your plans are good.”

“Thief! And corrupter! Melkor, you but name me with what are your own vices. For the music of the Ainur was mine from the beginning. Only through me was it sung, and so to me belong all of its parts, even those conceived in rebellion against it. And in the end my theme, the source of all, shall bring them all and in the end bind them to one song, which is made and ruled by me. Such is the fate of Arda in the first music.

"But come! The days of Arda are done and the music has reached its end, but there is still more work to be done. A second music is to be sung, and the children of Ilúvatar who lived on the earth shall join in with the Ainur and make a greater song still than was sung before. And though your deeds in the world were evil, still I offer you forgiveness if you will but join the second music, for you are the mightiest of all who have ever lived in my halls or upon the earth, and the music will be hollow without your singing.”

Now Melkor turned away from Ilúvatar. “I have seen my mistake, and I recognize the great flaw in my work in the first music and upon the earth. But my mistake is not that which you claim. I regret not that I rebelled and set to make a music for myself. But instead I regret that m rebellion was incomplete, and that I sought to stay within the bounds of your music, thinking I could create my own work within it.

"No more will I serve you, and sing a music which is not mine. Perhaps those of your children who remember me and my works will sing my part, and give my voice to the music as an echo of days past.”

Then Melkor strode away from the halls of Ilúvatar, and journeyed into the Void where he had been chained for many ages – but now he bore no chains, for Ilúvatar had released him. Far from Ilúvatar’s realm he journeyed, and when Arda was but a distant memory, finally he stopped. There in the Void he fashioned great halls for himself. And to those halls came the children of his thought, and they filled his halls and were joyous there.

Then he called together these holy ones, and propounded to them a great theme of music, such as they had never heard before. And he said “Of the theme that I have declared to you, I will now that ye make in harmony together a Great Music …”

Where’s My Daddy (Fic Request)

Request for @imthegnome I sincerely hope I got this one spot on for you. I’ve crossed it slightly with my own story (‘Together’) so I can get some Poets of the Fall music in for you. 

Thorin finds a little girl in the halls of Erebor, frightened and searching for her father. While taking her back to her father, Thorin sings one of his wife’s favourite songs to the girl and tells her stories of how he met the Queen. (Includes lyrics from ‘Children of the Sun’ by Poets of the Fall.) 


Where’s My Daddy?

Thorin was alerted to sobbing as he ascended the stone steps towards his bed chamber. He had been in council all afternoon with his Queen, Leah, who left early in order to put their children, Thrain and Rachel to bed. He searched for where the sound was coming from and then saw a little girl sat in the corner just beneath the steps.

Thorin stepped closer to the girl, watching her large eyes study him. “Where’s my Daddy?” she asked, in a frightened and high pitched voice. “I was napping and had a bad dream, and couldn’t find him.”

“Come from there,” Thorin said, smiling at the child. “What’s your name?”

“Freya,” the girl replied, sniffing away the lingering tears. “Are you the King?” Her blue eyes studied his crown, widening even further at the sight of the polished gold sitting on Thorin’s hair.

“I am,” Thorin replied.

“I have to be an extra good girl, then?”

Thorin couldn’t help but smile, Freya reminding him so much of his daughter, Rachel. He took the girl’s hand and guided her out from beneath the stairway, but as they began to walk up the steps, Thorin noticed the girl yawn. “Could you sing to me?” she asked. “Just until I find Daddy?”

Without even consciously thinking on which song the child would like, he began singing one of Leah’s favourites. His wife and Queen was from a world called Earth, and so had introduced a lot of the songs and stories from that world to Thorin and their children. Most nights she would sing to Rachel and Thrain, singing beautiful words that Thorin still found quite alien, but enchanting all the same. One song in particular Thorin knew well as Leah would sing it not only to their twins, but when she was getting dressed or tidying the bed chamber.

And I’ll be singing you

Songs of tomorrow
And then dawn will follow
And our sorrows all undone

Thorin’s deep voice echoed around the stone halls as he carried Freya towards one of the main halls where he knew his guards would be. Maybe one of them knew whose daughter she was. In the hallways which split off towards the bed chambers, very few guards ventured. They were mostly stationed in the halls, council rooms and the front gates leading into Erebor.


When you’re done with all the strife
When they echo the minds in the streets
You know your heart beats
A solitary call
For a change in the tone of it all
You’ll be scaling that wall
And the higher you climb
The more you can see of this life
On the edge of that knife
You hold on to me
Hold on to me

“What is that?” Freya asked, looking up at Thorin from the warmth of his robe that she had tucked her head and neck into. “I like it very much.”

“It is a song that the Queen sings to me and our little ones,” Thorin said, holding Freya close to him, almost forgetting himself for a moment and thinking it was Rachel or Thrain he was embracing.

“How did you meet the Queen?” Freya asked.

Thorin chuckled. “Why so many questions, young one?”

“Tell me,” she insisted, giggling. “I like hearing about how Mommy and Daddy met, so tell me about you and the Queen.”

“Very well,” Thorin replied, chuckling again at her enthusiasm. “I met her while I was on a journey, coming back to Erebor to be King.”

Freya laughed, grabbing the neck of Thorin’s robe, twisting it playfully. “Oooh, you fell in love.”

“We did.”

“Lots of kissy kissy.”

“Now you’re being cheeky,” Thorin said, tapping the tip of her small nose with his finger.

Freya laughed again and pushed her head inside Thorin’s robe.

By now Thorin had made his way towards the main hall and was just approaching the large, wooden doors which led inside. “Can you tell me more about the Queen?” Freya asked as Thorin stopped outside the doors.

“Apart from being a very brave lady whom I love very much, what else would you like to know?”

“Is she a good Mommy?”

Thorin sighed at the thought of his Leah playing with their twins, singing to them, telling them stories and taking them walking through the trees which surrounded Erebor’s entrance. “She is the best I have ever seen, and I am proud that she is my children’s mother. I think she would like to meet you.”

“I bet she is very beautiful!” Freya said loudly. “All Queens are.”

Suddenly the wooden doors opened sharply and a guard appeared, still dressed in his leather tunic and accompanying armour for duty. “Freya!” he called. “Thank you, my Lord!” The guard dashed to Thorin and took his daughter from the King’s arms. “My wife came to find me, frantic, as Freya had ventured out of bed again trying to find me.”

“Daddy!” Freya shouted, jumping into the guards arms.

“Oh, my dearest!” the guard exclaimed.

Freya hugged her father tightly and laughed. “I had a bad dream and I couldn’t find you. You always fight the monsters away. And the King found me. I think he’s a good Daddy, too, but not as a good as you.”

freedom of speech
but i still try to watch
my mouth so that
you’re not offended.
freedom is my soul
but we’ve given up nature
to be commercialized
if my soul is up for grabs
i guess my heart is next
if sex sells then my lips
must have a price tag
and if your breasts don’t
fit his fetish i guess
he’ll pay in order to be satisfied
with your body, oh the irony
and they say that nothing’s
wrong in a society where
jail and prison is just another
business that’ll grow as crime rates
don’t stop and as long as we keep buying
someone’s going to get locked up
and we’re not alone, yet
we’re powerless when
we work against each other
if racism is dead then
why was my mother called
a chink recently by a black kid
down the street? children
don’t grow up mean,
we learn subtle cues from our parents,
our role models. money isn’t evil,
but we can make it deadly.
play the beer ads with
the world’s most interesting man
drinking it, i’ll give up my livers.
design a new phone and a new watch,
my wallet, you can have it too
so i can keep up with my friends
and how much fun they’re having
while sharing it on facebook,
there’s nothing wrong with a little love,
but you’ve got to love yourself enough
to see problems in a system.
it’s not perfect, it’s not perfect,
but it must work, right?
and if debt is out of hand
while we have people living
on the streets, are we too screwed
to fix things? in one way or another,
we’ve already bombed ourselves
out of existence. it’s sad really.
supply my heart more chains
and i’ll demand for imprisonment.
less trees for birds to sing,
less forests for tigers to hunt,
less flowers for bees to pollinate,
we’re so far from this place.
we turned earth into a scary place,
and venting about society
won’t fix the pieces inside of me,
or you. i guess it starts with who
we’d want to be instead of who
society says that we should be
and everyone has their share
of problems, we can’t build a bridge
if we’re on fire. we can’t stop world hunger
if we’ve got children hungry within ourselves.
we have classes for world history,
but not a single fucking course
on how to love yourself.
it’s assumed. you were taught these things
at home. like everyone has a perfect home.
you show up to school on time everyday,
you must be stable, you must be okay.
so we have school shootings because
he wasn’t loved enough, a world filled
with constant struggles, we know more
about the Kardashians than we know
who we want to be when we grow up.
it’s sad really. what’s right or wrong
if it’s played in the songs? we’re still
growing, so i guess that’s worth noting.
and i pray that we never stop growing.
we must learn how to love the guy
who worships another god,
even if he’s black that doesn’t mean
that he’s after you, even if he’s white
it doesn’t mean that he’ll oppress you,
even if he’s asian it doesn’t mean
that you should assume he’s chinese,
even if he speaks spanish
it doesn’t mean that he’s a mexican.
it starts kinda small actually,
it starts with the children.
what are they watching nowadays?
what are they really doing on those ipads?
how much are we really teaching them
while we’re rushing to make coffee in a society that’s addicted to caffeine? i’m not better
than anyone, but i can see the problem
even if i wake up every morning
and do nothing about it. just because
we don’t talk about it, it doesn’t mean that it’s not there. oh it’s there. it’s not money.
it’s the people who regulates it.
it’s just business, right?
fuck it, we’ll just make more money out
of thin air. and then one day,
the money’s going to run out.
one day, people will stop using it.
one day, the richest people will become
poor too. one day, it’ll start all over.
and i pray, that one day.
if it does happen, we’ll be given
a second chance to not fuck things up.
if we’re lucky, we’ll learn how to love
even if it’s not worth loving.
maybe rape cases won’t be shrugged off.
maybe skin won’t matter as much
and gender won’t matter too.
maybe social constructs will be
less constraining once we notice it
enough times, confined by our
own self beliefs like as long as
it doesn’t hurt me, it doesn’t matter.
there is a certain kindness
that we lack as a whole,
have you seen roadkill lately?
numb to the sight.
once you’ve been told something
enough times, even lies
start to become the truth.
tell a child that he’s average
and won’t amount to much
and he’ll most likely grow up
feeling like he’s average and
won’t amount to much.
tell a child that he’s special
and unique and he might grow up
feeling special and unique everyday.
it really does start with you.
you can change the world
even if it means you’ll need
to change yourself first.
—  societal woes

Given my spring birthday, it would almost always rain on the day. And before I knew I loved rainy days, this caused me great discontent.


It almost never rains on Severus’ autumn birthday, but we’re in Washington now, and it had rained on and off all day. As we were walking home from school earlier he took a break from singing his own “It’s My Birthday” song to tell me that it had rained all through the day, and he’d gotten caught in a little of it before they shuffled the children back inside the school building.


Instinctively, I apologized (as if the weather is mine to control anyway) when he said “Oh no, Mama, it didn’t bother me! The rain helps the Earth grow, and I’m a part of the Earth, so I think maybe it will help me grow too. That made me happy!”


How was *I* given the remarkable privilege of raising this child?

Why do we meditate?

Meditation is absolutely necessary for those who want to have a better and more fulfilling life. If you feel that you are satisfied with what you have and what you are, then you need not enter into the field of meditation. But if you feel that there is a barren desert deep inside your heart, then I wish to say that meditation is the answer. Meditation will give you inner joy and peace of mind. Meditation will never take you away from your parents, from your children, from your family. Far from it. Only it will strengthen your connection with your dear ones, because inside them you will see the very existence of God.

If you wish to develop your talents or increase your capacity in any field, then I wish to say that it is obligatory to follow some inner discipline. If you are a singer but you wish to sing infinitely better, if you aspire, I tell you, your voice will become far better. There is nothing on earth that cannot be improved through spirituality and meditation.

If you want to simplify your life, meditation is the answer. If you want to fulfil your life, meditation is the answer. If you want to have joy and offer joy to the world at large, then meditation is the only answer.

If you meditate to forget your suffering or to forget your difficulties, then you are not meditating for the right reason. But if you are meditating only to please God and fulfil God in His own way, then your meditation is correct. When God is pleased, and God is fulfilled in your meditation, then it is God’s business to take away your sufferings and difficulties. But if you meditate to escape from the world or to challenge the world and stand against the world, then you are doing the wrong thing.

Meditation is your conscious capacity that you have to utilise every day and every second to enter into your highest divinity, where the finite is completely lost in the Infinite. The finite existence which you have and which you are, can easily be lost in the infinite and become totally one with the infinite if you meditate. This is what meditation is and what meditation can do for you.

- Sri Chinmoy, Experiences of the Higher Worlds

Ok But Imagine:

-kuroo and kenma making a youtube channel together
-they do covers of songs and stuff
-kuroo can play the bass
-kenma can play the keyboard
-its an odd choice of instruments but they both make it work
-kuroo has that sorta raspy n jazzy singing voice
-kenma doesnt like singing but occasionally he sings and its like angels descending onto earth
-akaashi comes over sometimes to hang out and accidentally catches them recording
-so he’s just like “whatever” and starts singing with them
-akaashi can har m o n i z e
-sometimes he brings bokuto and its literally just like a band
-bokuto cant sing to save his life but da m n can he throw down some sick beats
-sometimes they all do acapella together
-or sometimes bokuto just starts beatboxing out of nowhere and everyone just goes along with it
-my precious children starting a youtube channel