nostalgia offers


If the twinkling lights of the mid-century motel deployed a frenzy of choice and the unfettered promise of adventure from the roadside, entering the room was always akin to a lobotomy. 

Off the road, pupils like darts, these stripped down spaces still slap you with the crass reminder of the chasm between wish and fulfilment — from excitement to terror in three minutes flat. 

Has anyone ever captured the ambivalence of this experience more honestly, more clinically than John Register?

The motel exerts a gravitational field of nostalgia, but Register offers an antidote in his stark representation of the spaces that exist at the heart of America’s putatively earnest modernity. Maybe our roots cling to empty rooms?

Our distaste for loneliness is so profound that we imagine the road as a place of communal journey, but when we wake up in the middle of the night in a random motel beside an anonymous highway, we can’t help but crave home.

But where is that, anyway? 

The thing that Register might capture better than anyone else is the profound bind posed by conventional notions of place and the desire to escape familiarity. 

What is this better thing that we’re alway after, hunting with such restless desire? Whatever it is — and it is something — the feeling of dread that accompanies not finding it turns the safest of places into monuments of discontent. 

Big things are on the horizon. Sit on that.

anonymous asked:

I only wish to thank you Caretaker for tending the tiny nuclear embers of the universe. Sometimes they are my only comfort. I offer the nostalgia of seeing Orion at 1am on a cold October morning, the smoke of an art portfolio in flames, and a corrupt mp3 of Lateralus that only plays backwards.


You’re My Bodyguard, Not My Owner. (Part 8) (Brendon Urie x Reader)

You drew in a shaky breath as you gazed through the windshield of the SUV, which rounded the final corner into your street, the place you’d called ‘home’ for the past five years coming into view. You hadn’t visited the house since that God-awful day three months ago, and if you had things your way, you’d never go back there ever again. It was the place where your world came tumbling down and you knew that visiting the house meant reliving the worst moment of your life all over again. But, it was for the greater good, and if there was one thing would you pride yourself on, it would be that you were always willing to make sacrifices for the greater good.

The SUV pulled into the driveway and came to a halt. You bent down slightly, allowing you to take in the exterior of the house in its entirety. It still looked exactly the same, except now it emitted an aura of grief, as if the house itself was in mourning, crying out for your dead parents. Biting your lip, you closed your eyes and took in another shaky breath, trying to mentally prepare yourself for the next little while.

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I Never Stopped; Mycroft x Reader

Requested by homework-is-the-real-killer:

Mycroft x Reader where she comes back from the states after a few years and Mycroft didn’t know why she left in the 1st place but it was because she was diagnosed with lung cancer and now that she’s back she’s cancer free but has to use something, to help her breath and also has Asthma so she also needs an inhaler and she thinks that Mycroft won’t love her anymore because she has this thing she needs to breath but he still does, thanks.

You finally got off of your plane in London, breathing in the nostalgia that it offered. Nowadays every breath felt like a gift after finally getting over lung cancer. You were in remission and you were a survivor. So the first thing you did was return home to London. Sure America was nice but nothing could beat Mother England.

“Well… what now,” you thought to yourself. A cab pulled over and you climbed in.

“Where to?”

Without even thinking you gave the address of your old boyfriend Mycroft Holmes. In fact you didn’t even realize it until the cab pulled up and the cabbie demanded payment before kicking you out. You sighed as you walked up to Mycroft’s home, pulling your oxygen tank beside you.  You approached the door and apprehensively knocked on the door.

Mycroft sat up in his office trying to get through some paperwork and failing. He stared down at the white paper and his eyes began to blur from boredom. Suddenly there was a knock on the door shaking Mycroft out of his uninterested state. Confusingly he approached the door apprehensively opening it to be met with you and flashbacks quickly ensued.

One particular morning Mycroft woke up chiller than normal. He turned to the other side of the bed and was met with nothing. Suddenly Mycroft remembered that you had a doctor’s appointment that morning. He silently wondered how it was going and got up to get ready for work.

Later that same day you still weren’t home causing Mycroft to worry some. There’s no way this appointment could’ve last over 8 hours. He picked up the phone and dialed your phone number from memory.

“We are sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service,” an automated machine told Mycroft. “If you feel you have reached this recording in error, please check the number and try your call again.”

He decided to listen to this recording and dialed again… and again until the recording became so familiar Mycroft threw his phone across the room.

“Y/N?” Mycroft asked.

“Yeah… I’m… sorry I gave the cabbie the wrong address and he kicked me out.”

“Oh,” he said looking over at you, trying to deduce everything. “You cut your hair short.”

“It wasn’t really a choice. In fact it’s starting to finally grow back.”

“…. Why didn’t you tell me?” Mycroft suddenly asked after having deduced that you got over lung cancer.

You looked down at your feet ashamed by the frightened decision you had made. “Mycroft I was scared,” was all you could say.

“How do you think I felt when you left without a word? Weren’t you ever scared sitting threw all those appointments alone without anyone there? I could’ve been there, we could’ve still been together.”

“… I just thought… how could you love me anymore?” you told him as tears spilled over.

Mycroft brought his arms around you to comfort you, resting his head on top of yours. “Y/N… I never stopped loving you.”

Snape joins the DE because he sees a way out of his abuse. Snape joins the DE because they offer him power to change the frankly horrific situation of his life. Snape joins the DE because the people who despised and abused him were mostly muggles (his father, the neighborhood he grew up in) and that colored his perceptions of muggles. Snape joins the DE because all of his life he’s been told that his worthless, ugly, cowardly, alone, and deserves nothing and no one. The DE tell him that he’s powerful, that he’s going to be someone, that he deserves attention and prestige - the very thing that Snape has always wanted because it has so long been denied to him.

Snape joins the DE because Dumbledore lets two boys get away with almost murdering him with zero consequences. Snape joins the DE because he was sorted into Slytherin and ended up surrounded by the largest faction of Voldemort supporters, so he had to make nice with them in order to have a semi-decent school life. Snape joins the DE because he ends up swallowing the rhetoric his friends and classmates tell him - much like Harry Potter accepts the rhetoric that his friends and classmates tell him when he believes that all Slytherins are evil and doomed for the dark. (Much like Draco Malfoy believes his friends and classmates, or Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger, or any number of impressionable teenagers who listen to what the people around them say. Our opinions and prejudices are built from the people around us. Snape had the bad luck to be surrounded by people with terrible prejudices.)

Snape joins the DE to be impressive, because he has never been and so badly wants to be. He joins the DE because he doesn’t see any other option for himself - the war is coming, everyone knows that, and he can’t side with Dumbledore. Dumbledore, as far as Snape is aware, doesn’t give a shit about him (or any Slytherins) and hates dark magic (which Snape finds fascinating) and Snape cannot trust him. How can Snape work with James Potter, who bullied him, or Sirius Black, who tried to kill him? How can Snape work with Remus Lupin, who looked the other way every time he was being ganged up on? Or with the teachers who looked on this bullying with fond amusement? (McGonagall, at the very least, remembers it with kind nostalgia.)

Voldemort offers Snape power, prestige, meaning. Snape is so hungry; for approval, for admiration, for greatness. He joins the DE because he yearns for those things and the DE offers, in a siren song, to provide them. By the time he’s in, he can’t get out, not really, not unless he wants to die. (Much like Draco Malfoy.) 

Snape joins the DE because he doesn’t see any other options. He joins the DE because he wants, so desperately.

He doesn’t join them because he revels in senseless destruction, because he thirsts for the blood of muggles and muggleborns. He doesn’t join them because simply because of his morals (or lack thereof). There’s a complexity of reasons behind Snape’s decision to join the DE, just as there’s a complexity of reason for his decision to leave them - trying to pretend otherwise is hugely detrimental to understanding Snape as a character - and hey, understanding the morality and theme of the entire series in general.

anonymous asked:

Caretaker, could we hear more about your first love? Upon reading that she was your moon I was struck with a very familiar feeling that I can't quite place, and I hope hearing a little more might provide clarity. I offer nostalgia in the place of melancholy, 80s style pixel music and a six sided die that is just too small.


Get to know Disco Naïveté

Belgium-based music blog, Disco Naïveté, focuses on independent music, ranging from upcoming artists to established acts. A few years back it was named one of the New York Times“Tumblr Favorites” for music and it still remains one of ours, hence this post.

What is the emerging music scene like in Belgium and who are some of your favorite new acts?

Disco Naïveté: The Belgium scene is really blooming as of lately, with lots of acts thinking and sounding more internationally than a few years back, which I am of course applauding. It’s really these acts that help Belgium as a country move forward in terms of music, and open up the ears of the people in Belgium to different things from all kinds of places that do not necessarily fit within the box of sounds they already know and love. Some favorites, Oscar & the Wolf’s very otherworldly, almost transcendent take on contemporary pop music, the heartfelt and so so beautiful songs that just put you to silence from I will, I swear and finally VUURWERK, a Brussels collective that’s creating a dissonance between dance music & intimacy with their outer-space club rave thing.

Who is this year’s Artist to Watch?

Disco Naïveté: If I’d have to pick one act (which is always really hard if you listen to new music on a daily basis!), it would have to be Alessia Cara, who kind of blew me a way of few months back with her debut single “Here.” It dabbles right in between pop and hip-hop and plays on growing trends within both genres, without sounding manufactured at all - it feels very honest and true. In a way it’s a play on the ever-popular story-telling aspect of hip-hop and nostalgia that Kendrick Lamar offers, but in another way it’s a very singer-songwriter and pop-oriented way of production and lyrics. Add to that she always performs the song acoustically on guitar on every show she’s attended so far and it’s clear she’s pretty much the real deal. That stunning cover of “Bad Blood” she did in BBC Radio 1’s Live Lounge confirmed all of that: how she easily flips from the Taylor Swift chorus to the Kendrick Lamar verse is impressive, and not one second of it feels like she’s trying to replicate the original energy of the song. She’s in it for big things.

One ‘Spotlight’ artist of yours you’d love to hang out with for a day?

Disco Naïveté: That would have to be Devonté Hynes. He’s always working with the most amazing (new) artists and seems to have a hand in a lot of the stuff I love: from Solange to Sky Ferreira to FKA twigs to Jessie Ware, the man has basically helped soundtrack the majority of these past few years of my life with his pop-mastermind.

How do you see Disco Naiveté evolving in the years to come?

Disco Naïveté: I’m always looking ahead but I’m never really planning things - I’m more of a “we’ll see what lies on the road” kind of guy that tries to seize the moment whenever something interesting and fun comes up. There’s always something in the works though! I’m really up for all kinds of happenings and collaborations, as long as it involves music I love. I’d however love to take the Disco Naïveté ‘brand’ a bit more offline in the years to come by setting up a little boutique label, curate/set-up (more) shows and generally support (and help) bands in whatever way I can using the knowledge and contacts I’ve built over the past couple of years.

Who’s an artist, pre-2000s, that you think would have been awesome at Tumblr and why?

Disco Naïveté: Kate Bush. She’s kind of become this mythical creature that we know very little of, even though she is heavily influenced by poetry, literature, nature, and so on. You can hear it in her music and see it in her live show (I was lucky enough to attend one of her recent London shows – yes, I cried), but it would be really interesting to have some kind of insight on all of this, a collection of influences, of things she likes and is inspired by – a Tumblr would be perfect for this. (Full disclosure: I am a huge Kate Bush fan and am basically fascinated by everything she does so probably (definitely) biased here.)

Was there ever an artist/band you featured long before they blew up?

Disco Naïveté: Lana Del Rey, Lorde, Haim, Hozier, FKA Twigs, Years & Years, Ibeyi, Rhye, Kiesza and The Neighbourhood are a few of them, to give you an idea. It’s a pretty impressive list that I’m actually quite proud of, even if I say so myself, and I’m happy to have been a part (even if it’s just a small bit) of their story.

Favorite music video right now?

Disco Naïveté: “Bitch Better Have My Money” - Rihanna

It would be foolish to expect ‘Fuller House’, the punnily titled Netflix revival of 'Full House’, to be something its predecessor never was. The hardly-original original was a very vanilla 'Three Men and a Baby’ rip powered by cuteness, cornball, and the varied charms of Bob Saget, Dave Coulier, and that dreamy, well-preserved human Twinkie, John Stamos. It was sweet. A generation raised on ABC’s TGIF adored it. But was it good? However you answer, you would expect a reboot to offer nostalgia, knowing irony, or even a shrewdly tweaked reformulation like 'Girl Meets World,’ Disney Channel’s gender-flipped take on 'Boy Meets World’. 'Fuller House’ wants to entertain with all these strategies, but it fails. Badly.