all the people saying that hallelujah money doesn’t sound like a gorillaz song really confuse me because, really, this is one of the most gorilaz-y songs gorillaz ever made, imo. both in terms of the lyrics, and the beat itself.
it’s just not made of the same brand of the more pop gorillaz songs (like feel good inc or 19-2000). it’s definitely a lot like their more experimental tunes. this one reminds me a lot of ‘fire coming out of the monkey’s head’ in it’s style, really.
of course, that doesn’t mean that you have to like it or find it a good song, but even so, the fact still stands that it’s not a deviation from gorillaz’s usual style
Ignis is a strong man. An intelligent man; the kind that sees an outcome miles ahead and prepares for the worst while ardently hoping for the best. The pride he takes in his physical prowess and skill with a weapon is earned, and to his credit he fears very little in this life.
But whenever Noctis smiles at him in that way that he does, all boyish charm and seduction, he suddenly understands weakness with agonizing clarity.
Women’s March did great things today, okay? It made a point. It did what it needed to do.
But keep in mind the trans & nonbinary people who were excluded by the rhetoric and now have to sit home and think about how the world is cheering on a thing that accidentally or purposefully excludes them.
I’ve seen three people on my twitter feed in the past ten minutes who thought they were Okay only to have dysphoria hit them like a freight train because of all the vagina/ovaries = woman propoganda and the overt pink and the infrequency of NB/trans positive signage.
No, I’m not saying that the women’s March shouldn’t have happened. It’s just next time we need to do better.
anyone else think some of the really big SU blogs are just….. too sensitive to formulate an actual good argument and instead insist on protecting themselves with flimsy reasons because that’s all they need to ignore something’s problems? its really obnoxious to see these blogs be all “uwu well rotisserie sunblock said she WANTED THINGS this way uwu”. sometimes creators arent always right. sometimes its okay to criticize things. you can still like it, but pretending there aren’t any problems and being a dick to critical blogs is the #1 shittiest thing you can approach this.
A: Honestly, after everything that’s happened the past few months, I could use a vacation. K: Let’s do it. Let’s go on a vacation, just the two of us, anywhere you want. A: Really? Okay. I’ve always wanted to see what the Spirit World’s like. K:Sounds perfect.
Happy Two Year Anniversary, Korrasami fandom! (Dec 19th) °˖ ✧◝(○ ヮ ○)◜✧˖ °
He was not at ninety-four. Ninety-four was the whispered words, “Thank you. You were amazing.” They echoed inside Andrew’s head over and over, like they were an offering, a prayer, a goodbye, like they were pushed out of his body with his dying breath. It was irritating and he was going to bring it up on the bus. He was going to spell it out nice and slow how Neil needed to stop living like he was dying and start living like the exy junkie he was.
Ninety-five was turning around and seeing nothing. Not nothing in the sense that Neil was nothing, but nothing in the sense of panic, of worry, of standing on the edge of the rooftop looking down thinking “Would it hurt if I fell?” The space where Neil should have been filled with emotions that Andrew swore he would never feel again.
Ninety-six was finding his bag. It wasn’t the bag that held his entire life, that was locked away in the Fox Tower, safe. It was the bag that held his future. A future he knew Neil wanted in the way he clutched the key he gave him back in August. A key that was left in the God forsaken bag with Neil nowhere in sight.
For ninety-seven, Kevin was there. The other foxes were there too but the words Kevin formed with his breath passing over his voice box and the movements of his tongue and jaw, were the only things that mattered. Kevin’s mouth moved, sound traveled in vibrations through the air, hit Andrew’s eardrums, and then his hands were around Kevin’s neck. There were lies and half-truths and Andrew hated those. Again not in the sense he hated Neil but in the sense that he hated the word ‘please’ and ‘misunderstanding’. He hated how he didn’t hate Neil because of all the lies. And for that, ninety-seven.
Ninety-eight was the phone call that Neil had been found.
Ninety-nine was walking through the hotel door and seeing him crumple in agony. It was the hissed “Don’t” as he did his best sooth away the pain. It was the eyes that were Nathaniel’s with hints of Neil peeking out behind his irises. It was the look of a man staring helplessly as the executioner readied the guillotine. It was the words “I’m sorry” like he had something to be sorry for. It was his attitude that no matter how beat up he got, remained impeccably intact. And it was the question he still had the gall to ask: “Am I at ninety-four yet?”
Captain Swan The Enchanted Forest AU: [Part 1| Part 2]
[History repeats itself] Wedding day. Princess Emma and Captain Killian Jones, more known as Captain Hook, were on the way to finally get their happy ending together until The Evil Queen crashes the ceremony to destroy the day, in which she succeeded by purposely making Princess sacrifice herself to save everyone. But Killian won’t stand on ceremony to save his one true love.
Bonus (preview of the pt. 2):