Reminder that you aren’t any less of a •genre 1• music fan because you’re a •genre 2• music fan. You’re allowed to like more than one Genre, it doesn’t make you a “poser” or unworthy of respect. You’re allowed to like what you like, and I’m proud of you.

excuses ive heard from people who did not want to watch the get down
  • idk, the plot looks boring –> it’s about ambitious young people who try to find a place in the society they were thrown into and i think anyone can relate to it
  • i watch too many shows! –> bruh, the first part of the season is only 6 episodes. i’m sure you can plan it in you schedule
  • i don’t know about hip hop or disco! –> me neither and it did not stop me from understanding the plot!
  • i don’t like musicals! –> it’s not Les Misérables, there is only like 4 major scenes where the characters sing/rap and it’s not corny in any way - it makes sense and the songs are hella catchy and amazing

so time to wake up y’all! part 2 is dropping on April 7th! just give it a try, i swear you’re gonna love it 

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Sega GT/Scud Race - Full OST 

01 Stage Select 00:00
02 Groovin’ Daylight 00:40
03 Flight in the Dark 02:54
04 Ancient Voice 05:04
05 Breeze of the Middle Ages 07:09
06 Merry Maze 09:27
07 Goal 11:53
08 Name Entry 12:34

FeanorianWeek Day #2
  • Day 2-Maglor -> Childhood, Music & Songs of Power, Elrond & Elros, Kingship, Maglor’s  Gap, Redemption

The world is fading. That is the only explanation for the utter lack of music.

Maglor pants, and the sound is harsh in his own ears. Doubled over and gasping for breath, he stopped running some time ago – he has neither the wind nor the soundness of foot to carry himself much further – but his lungs do not seem to hold the air. So he gasps, and gasps, and overhead the sea-birds wheel and scream.  

Once, they would have been mocking him, or serving as a counterpoint to the softer, wilder notes of the wind. Now, though, they are just birds, and their cries just mean that he has reached the new coastline where once would have stretched some of the greatest woods of Beleriand.

He gasps, and gasps, and waits, but the image has no poetry to it. The thought that he has almost reached the coast just conjures up memories of sand, and rocks, and water, when really it should be some elegant turn of phrase resonating with an elegiac wistfulness: as if the heart of the land has been ripped from its ribcage, shattered beyond repair by some cruel hand of Fate… 

Mmm, if he’s come to repeating Findarato’s sloppy excuses for verse than he really must be half-dead.

His breath has quieted somewhat, so Maglor straightens his head at least, unfolding half his body so that he is simply leaning forward, his hands on his knees and his breath merely quick pants rather than lung-rattling gasps. He prods at the idea of Finrod, dead in a filthy grotto some centuries past, to see if that stirs any poetry.

Nothing. No insights into how love long-thwarted can be twisted to unimaginable ends, no stirring figures of speech comparing transience with materiality, no melody immortalizing the clank of chain and gleam of bone. Finrod’s death no longer sounds tragic, or titillating, or even terrifying – it just seems pitiful. Painful.


Maglor straightens all the way up from his crouch and starts to run again. Arrow-sharp, he unbent the knee / And away raced roaming / His great heart haunted…

And the words simply desert him.

Maglor runs and he runs, and that is all – there’s no greater significance or value to it. His feet are bleeding, which just means his boots are old, not that he’s earning his salvation. The birds overhead are growing louder, and the wind is cold through the holes in his cloak, and that just means he’s closer to the Sea, not that he is approaching some crisis of faith or some great opportunity to recoup the least of his people’s treasures. None of it means anything anymore.

It’s not that his ears don’t work – the right one still does, at least. He punctured the left yesterday, a slip of his dagger when, in a spirit of inquiry, he had tried to determine whether the music’s fading was a purely physiological fault. No, the rush of blood seemed fairly conclusive: it stemmed from some more metaphysical source. Maglor had left his right ear alone.  

Limping, he reaches the cliffs at sunset.

There is no significance to the fact that he can barely stand. No reason why it matters that the sky is growing dark as he comes to stand at the edge of the world, mere steps from the Sea crashing below. No further verses of the great lay he has been writing since his father’s impassioned speech in Tirion suggest themselves.

The Noldolante will never be finished now, and even that certitude means nothing more than the fact that it is.

Maglor shakes his head, and opens his fist. A pretty rock plummets into the Sea below, and a cold white star gleams suddenly overhead, and none of it means anything at all.

anonymous asked:

Can a school do a portal musical if that's ok?

Are you asking if a school can do <I>A</I> Portal musical or the @geekenders one specifically? Anyone can write their own parody musical, but I don’t know what (if anything) is required to perform our version. Fairlith?

Oh, I love this prompt! It’s adorable and it is something I’ve mused about here and there but not nearly enough.

To answer the question, no, Jacob doesn’t play any instruments. He’s definitely more of a sporty guy, and he is on his high school’s boxing team. The guy’s definitely not one to tussle with. Though now that you mention it, I could see him toting around one of those huge sousaphones. XD

Note: Long-ish post. A little over 1000 words of drabble.

Human Music

Canon: Yes

Taking place the spring after the events of Bowman of Wellwood

The calm afternoon brought a feeling of peace that Jacob rarely experienced back home. It wasn’t that home was stressful or hectic. But out in the woods, with the sun shining on the clearing and the leaves rustling in the breeze, Jacob knew an entirely different sort of serenity.

For the most part. A shifting around on his head reminded him that normally, someone might be scolding his ear right off right now. He was careful not to tilt his head while he read the book in his lap. It could make Bowman fall off, and then he’d have to take out the earbuds connected to his iPod to hear him gripe.

The wood sprite was stretched out on his hair, basking in the warm sunlight that shone down on them. Wide, leafy green wings spread out and draped partially over the side of Jacob’s head, and the sensation nearly tickled him. Not enough to complain, but enough to know his tiny, four inch tall friend was there.

Many of his visits ended up like this. He would come out to the forest to see Bowman, and they’d mill around in the woods for a time. Bowman would tell Jacob about goings-on in the village, and Jacob would explain some new human thing to Bowman. There was never an end to the questions Bowman threw his way.

Unless, of course, he decided to catch some sunlight and some Z’s while lounging on Jacob’s head.

Jacob didn’t mind these moments of quiet. He’d visited several times since the previous Summer and had become good friends with Bowman, despite all the griping and scolding. Theirs was an interesting friendship, one that had seen Bowman bop Jacob right on the forehead more than once. His reasons were many, and Jacob stopped trying to find a pattern long ago.

One pattern he knew for sure he could count on, though, was that Bowman’s stirring on his head meant that soon more questions would likely spring forth. Bowman was stretching his little arms and legs, and even his wings twitched and fluttered, signaling his battle with the sleepy, trance-like state that sunning always put him in.

Jacob found a stopping point and closed his book before pulling his earbuds out one at a time and reaching for his hoodie pocket to shut off the music player.

“Waitasecond,” Bowman interrupted. Jacob turned his eyes upwards, but didn’t move his head. Of course, he still couldn’t see the sprite sitting up there, but he was paying as much attention as he could, all things considered.

“What? I didn’t move,” Jacob said, a smile leaking onto his face despite the indignant protest.

“No, giant, you’re always moving, but that’s not what I’m talking about.” Bowman scooted forward. Jacob could feel him army-crawling closer to his forehead and waited.

Sure enough, a leafy green wing reached into view, the outermost finger pointing vaguely towards the earbuds in Jacob’s hand. “What’re those things? Why do you stick them in your ears? Are they just supposed to block things out so you can concentrate?”

The curiosity had returned. Jacob smiled and drew out his iPod, pausing the music, and held it up to show Bowman. “I listen to music with them. They’re connected to this thing, and it sends the music to these earbuds here, and they play music.”

Bowman scoffed. “How does that thing play music? It doesn’t even look like it’d make a good drum!”

Jacob had to chuckle, which of course caused his head to shake. Bowman grumbled one of his choice sprite swears and pushed himself to a stand before fluttering off of Jacob’s head. He landed on the hand that held the iPod, and Jacob angled it so that he wouldn’t throw the little guy off balance.

“You’re telling me that this thing plays music,” Bowman said skeptically. The older model iPod was almost as tall as he was, and much wider. It was definitely heavier. “No way.”

Jacob smirked. “It’s not an instrument itself. It just stores the music as a recording. You remember when I explained recordings to you, right?” Bowman paused, then nodded. “So this thing is just full of recordings of music. I like to listen while I read.”

Bowman paused to take it all in before nodding and deciding that it was acceptable. His wings twitched and he looked back at the music player curiously. “Lemme hear some of your human music!” he demanded, an almost excited curiosity overtaking his expression. He twisted around to look at Jacob eagerly.

Jacob grinned. Bowman’s reaction to the music should be entertaining. “Alright. Just hold these,” he replied, placing the earbuds in Bowman’s arms.

It was a show all on its own to watch Bowman fumble them before tentatively holding them up to his ears. He frowned skeptically. “I don’t hear anything!”

“I haven’t started anything, you dork,” Jacob shot back, reaching past Bowman with his thumb to press Play on the iPod.

Bowman jolted as the brass instruments of a ska band blared out of the earbuds, and his eyes were wide as he listened. Jacob didn’t have the volume up high enough to hear it himself, but he could follow along well enough just knowing what song was playing. Bowman’s bright green eyes were wide and his wings flexed open and closed ceaselessly.

“How do they make those noises?! Why is he singing so fast? I can’t understand … this music makes no sense at all!” Bowman’s assessment made Jacob chuckle and he paused the music. Bowman sighed.

“Maybe I have something a bit more chill,” Jacob suggested. He got an exasperated look from Bowman, but noticed that the sprite hadn’t put down the earbuds yet, so he must be curious. He scrolled through his song list for a soft rock song instead.

This one seemed to go over much better with Bowman. Instead of getting agitated almost immediately, he looked confused, no doubt trying to identify the sounds of a guitar while he listened. He swayed a little in time with the song before glancing up at Jacob.

“All the words humans put to their music are so stupid. But otherwise it sounds interesting,” he determined. Jacob paused the song, increasingly amused by the way Bowman yelled his opinions to be heard over the music blaring in his little ears.

“Glad you approve,” Jacob answered wryly.

“I wanna hear more,” Bowman blurted, staring expectantly up at Jacob. That wide eyed curiosity was free of his usual snark, and Jacob only saw a will to learn more despite the complaints. He couldn’t say no to that.

“Okay, lemme see if I have something orchestral, we’ll see what you think of that…”

Love This Song

DragonBall GT 

Bit by bit, I’m falling under your spell
Your smile’s all I need to see to know we’ll
Leave this endless darkness, saying, “Come along with me!” Hold my hand
Back when you first came into my life,
I recalled a place that I knew as a child: a special place, one that I held close to my heart
Won’t you lead me in a dance down this winding road,
Where light and shadow entwine to take hold of the thoughts of the one left far behind?
Know that sometimes, I want to turn around and see the things that I’ve passed on the journey,
But know with love on my side, with courage and pride, I’ll fight; I will carry on
Bit by bit, I’m falling under your charm
You’ll keep me and all the world far from harm
Bring hope to everyone; take in your hands eternity
Even when it seems that I don’t need you,
Just know that I am in love; can’t wait to
Leave this endless darkness. Won’t you come along with me? Hold my hand

anonymous asked:

What's your view on droplikeanecake's new track "Fractured Within"? (I already now it's NOT canon, no need to point it out again)

It’s VERY well done! I quite like the inclusion of Battle Against a True Hero. It fits wonderfully, given how important Undyne is to Papyrus. It was a creative touch that I quite enjoy and really fits with the way I apply motifs to IF music. :>