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I have become 6 years old.

(Rough translation of the message in Furuta’s birthday illust here.)


How stupid.

What’s so joyous about birthdays, I wonder.
Never in my life have I ever felt grateful for being born.

But for you people, how are you still celebrating your life despite how hopelessly stupid or ugly you are?

I am genuinely impressed.

Doesn’t it make you want to die?
If you die, you can get cured you know. (This is true.)

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I was born during leap year.
And since February 29 only happens once every four years, I’m around six years old. Meaning, I can only live a quarter of a person’s life.

So if you were planning on giving me something.
In this year, I want four times more of that love or hate.

I don’t need anything else.
Besides, what you people get is usually food or something consumable or trash, right? (Just kidding.)

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Even if I celebrate it, I can’t help it.
I’m just a human being who doesn’t think of anything about the day they were born.

PS: (Laugh, it’s fun!)

Furuta-kun

Post 6x03.


As it turned out, “moving in” consisted of only two boxes which almost didn’t even require the use of David’s truck. Most of Killian’s possessions that had traveled between the realms were ship-related - as Belle wisely pointed out while Killian ravaged through his old living quarters, “I don’t think you’ll be needing a sextant in your house.”

So the only items that needed to be brought to the house were the few clothes that he had accumulated since arriving in Storybrooke.

They’d waited until a Saturday so Henry could be included but he had stayed unusually quiet during the trip.

Killian and Emma exchanged glances in the front seat when he’d replied to her question with only a shrug of his shoulders. 

They’d sat down with him soon after they’d made their decision and he’d seemed fine with the idea, but now Killian wondered if the lad was having second thoughts.

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Townes Van Zandt- No Place To Fall

I’ve posted this before and I don’t give a shit.

OKAY ALSO BEFORE I GO TO WORK

i don’t normally fawn over fics–but i read one monday-tuesday that absolutely crushed me in every way possible, but in a good way. recently i’ve only read fics that are placed in the bunker because i like that sense of tfw having their own little burrow and actually knowing what it looks like, and it’s generally always just one-shots. if it’s more than that, i kinda’ just skim it.

…and then Ghost Dance by omphalos happened

this may be one of my favorite fics ever. it tackles a storyline perfectly, so much so that it’s one of those things i can’t believe didn’t really happen. this fic is nearly how i would like the series itself to end. it covers everything and it just, it–it does it so well. it’s one of the only things i’ve read that truly captures the feel and emotion of all of the relationships as well.

so if you guys have some time to spare, definitely read this one. i have a huge crush on this fic

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and here is townes doing a lightnin’ hopkins cover from live at the old quarter. 

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You feel like Mudd, you’ll end up Gold. Feel lost you’ll end up found so amigo lay them raises down. 

"Live at the Old Quarter" by Townes Van Zandt

Yes, I let this blog slip a ton. I think for my second post I’ll be trying something a bit different. I’ll be talking about individual albums instead of artists in general. For some (like what will follow this brief introduction), this will include a bit of info on how I discovered the artist. That was part of the reason I started this in the first place, and I think trying to cover EVERYTHING about an artist was both too much work and too general to be effective. So, without further ado, post #2:

Townes Van Zandt is an amazing songwriter. So you don’t like country music, that’s fine with me. You don’t have to. Just know that, by writing off an entire genre like that, you’re really doing yourself a disservice.

I was first introduced to TVZ at the Belmont bar in Hamtramck on the 4th of July, 2010. Chris Tait/Tait Nucleus? of the Electric Six was bartending. I was there with my roommate, who was doing coke on the back patio while fireworks were going off throughout the neighborhood. If I am not mistaken, there was a playlist put out by DJ Jazzy Jeff of “Fresh Prince” fame playing that night. At some point, this song came on:

I had never been too big on country up until then, but apparently it effected me enough to make we want to remember it. I did what I always did in that situation (having yet to join the rest of the world in smartphone ownership) and sent myself a text with some of the lyrics that I could make out: “Close your eyes, I’ll be here in the morning”.

The problem was, I did not remember doing that the next day. All I knew was that I had a really creepy-sounding text in my phone. I kept it, thinking that it may one day prove to be important. I can’t remember how long it took me to look up the lyrics in google, but it was a while. When I finally did, though, I started to explore the artist a bit more and I loved what I found.

Live at the Old Quarter is easily TVZ’s best album. I don’t usually go for live albums, but this is how he’s meant to be listened to. All of his other albums are way over-produced to fit into the trends found in country music at the time. TVZ’s music has always been about two things, though: his voice and the guitar. That’s what’s so great about Live…, that’s all you get. And it’s wonderful.

Fans of the show True Detective may recognize this song, a particular favorite of mine:


It’s one of the rare tracks of his for which the studio version sounds pretty good, but the solo version is just so much better. Pretty much everything he wrote that was worth playing at that show he played, too. Not much is missing. The only song that springs to mind is German Mustard, but, well, the studio version pretty much nailed it that time:

My favorite part, though? His jokes. He’s a real soft-spoken guy, but he can deliver a joke very adeptly. Somehow his demeanor just makes them more funny. They’re a bit off-color, maybe not meant for polite company, but I do plan to memorize and tell them to people.

It’s a long album, but it is really worth the effort. If you’re a fan of great songwriters, this guy often gets overlooked. He’s right up there with Dylan and Prine in my book, and that’s mighty fine company.

Oh! And if you are so inclined, there is an excellent documentary about his life (which is genuinely fascinating). The trailer is below:

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Townes Van Zandt - “No Place to Fall” (Live at The Old Quarter, Houston, TX)

A great live version of this Townes track, Stu and I have spent many a whiskey hazed night crying inside together to this one and others from the king of despondency.  

Recently, I’ve been displaced and sort of vagabonding again.  There is a clear end to this current displacement, but those old memories come back so quickly.  This song fills my head many days.

For several years, Townes Van Zandt has been one of the artists that some of my closest bro-friends and I have listened to together when times were too hard for talking (Gram Parsons being the other artist).  Gallagher, Derek, and Stu have shared those moments with me where we just poured the whiskey and listened to songs like “No Place to Fall,” letting Townes do the speaking, the weeping, the feeling for us.

So, as of late, I’ve had to ask for a place to crash, and I can’t help but hear myself singing, "Well, if I had no place to fall and I needed to, could I count on you to lay me down?“

And when Townes sings, "I ain’t much of a lover it’s true.  I’m here then I’m gone, and I’m forever blue,” something inside me tugs.

Sometimes I feel so completely lost.  I feel like no one could possibly understand.  But then I listen to Townes, and I know he does.  "Oh time, she’s a fast old train.  She’s here then she’s gone, but she won’t come again.“

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Water Tower Groningen

Though this old water tower in the Dutch city of Groningen is made of bricks, it has kept the trademark spherical style of water towers, perched on top of a single pillar. The old water tower was converted into living quarters, with ample windows and a picturesque tower room on top. For reinforcement, the repurposed tank now rests on a 12-sided steel frame.

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Happy Birthday, Furu-chan! ♥(✿ฺ´∀`✿ฺ)ノ

 I was born during leap year.
And since February 29 only happens once every four years,
I’m around six years old.
Meaning, I can only live a quarter of a person’s life.

So if you were planning on giving me something.
In this year, I want four times more of that l o v e or h a t e.

The Best Day || Abby & Clarke

Abby glanced up as her fifteen year old daughter came running into their living quarters and slammed the door behind her. She looked up from the medical charts that she’d been finishing and frowned. She started to chastise her, but instead she saw the tears streaking down her face and immediately stands up moving to her. “Clarke, honey, what’s wrong?” She tried to brush the hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear.

She hated seeing her daughter this upset, and it seemed to be happening more and more often now. Kids could be so cruel. Even on a space station floating high above Earth. She took her by the hand and started to lead her toward the couch. 

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s sit down and talk. Then we’ll have our dessert first and dinner be damned. Okay?” She tried to make the girl smile. Anything to get that ‘her life is over’ frown to fall off her face.

“Townes Van Zandt had released half a dozen studio albums before Live at the Old Quarter appeared in 1977. None of them had sold more than 40,000 copies, but, on the strength of songs such as "Tecumseh Valley,” “To Live Is to Fly” and “For the Sake of the Song,” Van Zandt had already earned a reputation as the greatest songwriter Texas had ever produced. Since his death at fifty-two, in 1997, Van Zandt has become something like the patron saint of alternative country. From Emmylou Harris to Lucinda Williams, from Steve Earle to Ryan Adams, his influence lives in every aspect of that movement.

One listen to Live at the Old Quarter reveals why. Drawn from five sweltering-hot nights when Van Zandt performed at a legendary Houston club in July 1973, the album features the singer alone with an acoustic guitar doing twenty-three of his best songs. These versions of “If I Needed You,” “No Place to Fall” and “Tower Song” are as charged with emotion as they are rigorously unsentimental. “Everything is not enough/ And nothing is too much to bear,” he sings; the stoic idealism of those lines sums up all his best work.

Onstage, Van Zandt would often seem to disappear into his songs, as if he were at once completely united with his listeners and a million miles away. He maintained concentration that way, and you can feel the stringent force of his focus here, all the more strongly for the coughs, chatter, shuffling and clinking of glasses in the tiny club. His singing likewise is simultaneously laconic and intent - a style that suggests there is no truth so harsh it can’t be stated plainly and beautifully.“

ANTHONY DECURTIS
(Rolling Stone – December 12, 2002)