Tumblr used to be a physical place. It was a large theater built inside of a cliff. The cliff was by a stormy seaside town where all of life began. One night, there was a hurricane, and the Tumblr theater collapsed. This unleashed the Tumblr people upon the town, and thus began the world.
women with deep voices ❤️
men with high voices ❤️
your voice specifically the one that you use 🫵❤️
seriously though, no matter what voice you use whether it be your natural voice or something you've trained, your voice is beautiful and you should never be ashamed of how it sounds under any circumstances
never in all of my years would i have expected to characterize a company’s rebrand as “actively hostile” and “potentially endangering lives” yet here we are
for context, that X sign is dangerously bright, directly faces an entire apartment complex, and to top it all off it fucking strobes
how in the gotdam fuck did you find the most liminal-ass looking organ i have ever seen in my life. wretched organ indeed
...how would the egg play that?? He has zero limbs?? Please. Limbs for egg. Pleas.e plese guve linfbs,, egh neesd limab paleds plases plese plaese limsv limnf londsj kyidns
like this?
Please return us to a world where Notp and squick are used for a ship you don’t like instead of just making up a load of bullshit about how immoral it is or w/e lol
a short selection of concepts and phrases that used to be commonplace in fandom and we’d really benefit from making that a thing again:
NOTP: the opposite of an OTP (One True Pairing). It is a ship a fan strongly dislikes. The word is a portmanteau of ‘no’ and ‘OTP’ and thus is not a contraction of any particular phrase.
Squick: anything that is a deep-seated, visceral turn-off. Squicks may be shared by many fans or be specific to one; one person’s kink may be another person’s squick.
YKINMKATO, or kink-tomato: Your Kink Is Not My Kink, And That’s Okay: used to indicate support for fannish diversity and to distinguish between disapproval or kink shaming and simply having different taste.
DLDR: Don’t Like, Don’t Read: a phrase used to warn against complaints about an aspect of fic or meta. A “live and let live” philosophy of fandom, which places the responsability for avoiding content one doesn’t want to see on the side of the fanwork consumer, rather that on the creator’s.
SALS: Ship And Let Ship: similar to the above specifically about shipping tastes.
YMMV: Your Mileage May Vary: a phrase used to acknowledge that any given individual’s personal opinion on the topic at hand may differ due to their own tastes, standards, values, experiences, etc.
As the OP points out, all of these crucially imply no moral judgment of what they’re designing.
(definitions lifted more or less wholesale from fanlore’s relevant pages)
bring the healthy fun back to fandom!
If ever a time comes when I don’t reblog this when it appears on my dash, assume I’m dead
I’m aware that I’m definitely Jon Sims biased when I listen to TMA, he’s my favourite, so naturally it’s much easier for me to empathise with him. But every time I re-listen (I’ve lost count now but I think I’ve done 6?), I always legitimately try to let go of my bias and really consider the perspective of characters I instinctively disagree with. Something I’ve noticed is that, the one moment that always gets me, that I can never look past or empathise with, is Basira and Georgie’s response to Jon waking up in MAG 122.
It’s funny because I don’t think it is supposed to be some character defining moment for either of them and (maybe I’ve just missed it because I’m not super fandom active) I’ve never really heard anybody else talk about this. But the way they respond to him has always REALLY rubbed me wrong. Because I get it, they’re concerned about how much ‘Jon’ is really left inside the person sat in bed, but Jesus fuck. This guy wakes up after, as far as you know at the time, sacrificing himself to successfully save billions of people and the first thing you say is ‘no it’s not good you woke up actually’ - like damn he’s been conscious for 10 SECONDS could this not wait until later? Could you first idk, thank him? Say your glad to see your friend is still alive and save the ‘are you human?’ conversation for after he’s had a cuppa maybe?
The first thing you say to someone who’s woken up from a coma being ‘it’s not good you woke up’ just seems needlessly fucking cruel, regardless of how I attempt to spin it in my mind. And unless you’re literally talking to Satan the correct response to “Disappointed to see me alive?” is unequivocally NO not “We can deal with it later”.
Overall, there’s a difference between caution and callousness, and while I understand the desire to be cautious with Jon as how much of his humanity remains is unclear, this moment always tipped into callousness for me in a way I struggle to empathise with even when I really try.
TMA AU where after his coma Jon can see tons of new colors and he's like "Oh my lord I can see so many new colors, this is proof I'm a monster, I'm like a fucking mantis shrimp". So then in the safe house era he admits this to Martin who's amazed and asks him what colors had changed. Queue Martin is fighting for his life not to lose his shit laughing when Jon looks back at him because how is he meant to explain that no, he's not a monster with the cool ability to see a bunch of new colors, the beholding just took away the color blindless he apparently had
The holy trinity of outsiders finding out stuff about TMA
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This always gets me. Like, Krypton was light years ahead of where earth is scientifically. Of COURSE Kara knows.
Alex: You’re the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.
MC: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.
Alex: Absolutely not.
THEY ARE. SO. DEEPLY. IN LOVE. WITH HER. THE EAY THEY LOOK AT HER DRIVES ME ABSOLUTELY FERAL
An old find but it still speaks to me
my friend liz downloaded some free audio software a few months ago to do something and now every time she joins a call a female voice says “trial. trial.” and liz doesn’t remember the name of the software or know how to stop it and she doesn’t want to
my friend liz had her spotify account hacked and literally didn’t realize for a year until I was talking about my decade in review playlist and she looked at hers and it was all brazilian music and she was like oh this explains why I would go to sleep listening to classical music and wake up and it’s playing trap. and also why there are like 30 playlists on my account that I didn’t make. she just thought spotify was like that
hand to god at some point my friend liz managed to fuck up her install of Portal so bad that it was displaying minecraft textures
like she’s bringing me dead mice
best of tpp: bloopers (i did these for kaleidotrope so i wanted to do them for these guys too)
"so my missing person's case just turned i-- ~~yaskksahas dsmaamosdfkh~~" *no comments just joshua waxing poetic about hyperion city in character* "cOoHL yOuR jEtS JuNo" joshua and kate, in unison: "*gasp* ✨awwh✨" "ah heyy, hap boop bada boo" "wAAUGUHG" "sTOP WHINING" "try the whale. it's simply delicious" "👹heh heh heh👹" "WHAOAAWOAWOAOWOAWWAOAWOHAOAHAOAAAAAAOWHAWOHAWOWHAHAHAHHAOWHOAHAWOHAWOHAWOWHOAHWAOHAOHAWOHWOWHGAAHWAOHAWAWOH- JUNO- WHY WOULD I END IT THAT WAY"
"up up up up up" "hEY. THAT'S MY THING. YOU HAVE YOUR POETRY-" "that's right, my shoes, snacks, and salmon sasha.................. i said sasha💕 you're friends with her 💕💕"
"dAWH MAN. *crunch* SEAKH FREE DRIIEED SAWJWH DUSUST AN D EVYRTHITNG???" "OH NO!!! THAT THING YOU CAN'T READ!!!" "neither cave-in would have occurred if only i'd thought of gravity :///" "i don't know how long it was. months or- hehe ✨✨mOnths orrr yeArrrs ✨✨" jason, in character: we'd just be waking back into the swamp and we'd never find rilla at all! matthew: ...................... jason, still in character: it's okay sir damien! it's been a long day! "cOME HERE MY PRECIOUS BOY!!!!!!!!!!!" "what's a charging noise-" "beep BOO DOOOP ✨please remove your card✨" (stefano's lil "okahy" idk just serotonin noise) stefano (as marc): oh MY MI- okay tHaT'S IT GET OVER HERE noah (as arum): oh i should g - we are in the middle of a battle. you nitwit. stefano: alright well then just kEEP RUNNING noah: yes. good thought. why didn't i think of that stefano: 😡 I DON'T KNOW. 😡 stefano: ....................... stefano: .............i'm sorry kate: mista steel i don't think you should- stefano: ............i forgot to cut you off kate: that's okay. mista steel i don't think you should... stefano: ............i forgot to cut you off :,) kate: okay so i'm gonna start the line now. and this time-
sarah: you dESTROYED THE CUREMOTHER PRIME. HOW- COULD YOU- BE SO F*CKING STUPID sorry-
"😭💕that's my wife💕😭"
"😈mwAHAHAH HAAH, MONEY, AHSHDHH😈"
*joshua's incoherent babbling as juno*
"daaUGH GOD MY BOWELS"
Juno realizing that their 'date' is a cover for Nureyev casing a joint
“This is… fancy.”
Fancy isn’t the word for the room Juno’s standing in. They left “fancy” behind a few minutes ago with their coats in the foyer and walked right into “ostentatious” through gilded double-doors, showcasing a room sparkling with cut-crystal chandeliers and sweeping views of the city beneath them past enormous windows. It’s the kind of place that’s so sickeningly expensive that even the air smells… rich. No, perfumed - Juno can spot high-tech diffusers puffing out little clouds of scented spray in recessed grooves lining the walls, because heaven forbid the upper crust of society should have to smell their neighbor’s dinner. Or their own. Or anything at all besides artificial roses.
The finest restaurant on Neptune is exactly the kind of place where Juno would like to cause a little chaos, except…
“Only the best for you, love.”
…except it’s date night. The first date night Nureyev’s managed to carve out for them in a month, and Juno has already decided he’s going to go along with whatever event Nureyev has been planning so meticulously that Juno didn’t feel him stumble into bed until four in the morning.
“So ‘the best’ Ceres had to offer was a dive-bar, huh?” Juno is rewarded with exactly the expression he was looking for - a little flicker of a wicked smile, as though the two of them are sharing a joke. Juno focuses on that smile while a waiter dressed in nicer clothes than anything Juno even owns escorts them to a table by the window; if he can keep that smile as his only focus, enough to crowd out everything else around them, maybe he can enjoy this. He can enjoy spending time with Nureyev. That’s the whole point.
“I remember it being a little nicer,” Nureyev admits, pulling out a chair for Juno - and even if that’s unnecessary it’s sweet, and if Nureyev keeps putting those butterflies in Juno’s stomach that are supposed to be the kind of feeling you only get as a dumb teenager, well. It’s kind of worth all the ostentatious extra, right? “But as I recall, we had fun.”
“We got kicked out,” Juno adds, grinning, but he doesn’t disagree. They’d had fun. Because Nureyev wants to show Juno the stars and everything in between, and Juno wants to let him. Because it’s probably all worth seeing, if it means seeing it with Nureyev. Because Nureyev is still smiling that private smile across the table from him when he sits down, and Juno likes the butterflies for once.
The butterflies are struggling a little by the second course. It might be the diffuser directly to Juno’s left, spraying forced elegance in his face every ten minutes, or it might be the way Nureyev keeps looking over Juno’s shoulder. Juno’s not going to look. He’s not. It’s their goddamn date night, it’s the first time Juno’s gotten Nureyev alone for any significant amount of time in a goddamn month, and he is going to look at his date and keep his date looking at him for five goddamn minutes.
Nureyev stares into his eyes over a glass of wine. His gaze drifts slightly to the right. Juno spins around in his seat to look behind him.
“…Juno? Love, what are you doing.”
“What do you keep looking at?” There are tables filled with the wealthy elite. Juno can see a busboy cornered and clearly out of his depth as someone wearing an abundance of pearls probably berates him about inadequate service. Waitstaff walk in and out of a simpler set of double-doors.
“I don’t know what you mean.” When Juno turns back around, he’s just in time to see a hint of strain on one side of Nureyev’s smile. “I assure you, you have my complete attention.”
Juno stares him down. Nureyev’s gaze doesn’t waver. The diffuser helpfully spritzes a romantic scent over the table amid the tense silence.
It takes another course before Nureyev slips again, and this time Juno is quiet about it. He raises his wineglass slowly, takes in the reflection of the room behind them; it looks nearly the same as before, with the busboy at another table and the waitstaff moving as smoothly and professionally as automatons. Nureyev could be looking at any of the tables, but he’s not. If Juno has to guess, he’s looking at the busboy - tall and gangly enough that his age is hard to pin, nervous enough to be new and not easily recognizable at a glance. His route to the kitchen takes him past the same, unmarked doorway every time.
Juno puts down the glass. “What’re you here for.”
“You.” Nureyev’s eyes are sparkling, guileless, the picture of innocence… and the exact same expression he made two days ago when Juno asked who took his favorite sweater right out of his closet.
“So you’re not going to excuse yourself from the table in, oh, ten minutes or so when that party of four next to us gets up to go, ambush the busboy, and use the time it would take for a bathroom break to empty some pockets?” Juno smiles too, the same smile he had when he found his sweater folded up in an unused suitcase in Nureyev’s room.
Juno can read the moment on Nureyev’s face when he gives up the pretense of denying it. “You’re too clever for your own good by far,” he mutters into his wineglass instead. “And mine. I simply saw a pearl necklace worn by someone far less deserving than you - aren’t I allowed to surprise you anymore?”
Juno waits.
“…and we’re two tables away from that politician from Saturn.” He doesn’t have to explain; the intercepted intelligence that certain government officials were looking to cut deals for blackmarket microchip technology that wasn’t quite as dead as Juno would have hoped after its brief popularity in Hyperion was all Juno had been able to talk about for days. Nureyev had listened to all of it with unwavering focus. “I would have told you, Juno, but… I did want to surprise you. More’s the pity.” Nureyev seems rueful, but not disappointed. He rarely seems disappointed to watch Juno pick apart his plans with brutal efficiency.
Juno would be pissed, if he didn’t feel like laughing instead. Trust Peter Nureyev to try and give him the universe in every way he didn’t think to ask for. “Is this…?”
“The deal. In about… oh, ten minutes or so.” Nureyev’s smile is wicked, like they’re sharing a joke. “Be my distraction, my dear?”
And Juno, grinning, gets up to cause a little chaos.
Juno Steel, Private Eye Propaganda: an abridged version of my music theory essay:
What makes podcasts interesting is first, the audio-only medium, and second, the low barrier for access that allows people to make diverse stories. People are intentionally designing a story to be heard, and an important aspect of this is the music that it contains. Many podcasts have intro themes, but fiction podcasts are unique in that they often have music playing throughout the entire show. Fiction podcasts, because there is no visual medium, rely heavily on music to set the tone of the story. One aspect that makes the music of fiction podcasts unique is how they are composed for specific narrative beats.
Although many TTRPG podcasts use music, it is in fiction dramas that the emotional qualities of music are fully used. The way that the music is tied to the place and the plot is a specific quality of this genre. The Penumbra Podcast, an audio fiction podcast, follows the story of Juno Steel, a noir detective in Hyperion City, a city on Mars far into the future. Much of the story hinges on how the setting has influenced Juno's character, and whenever Juno talks about Hyperion City, the main theme, "Juno Steel, Private Eye," plays. This music starts out the podcast in its first episode, and sets the tone for the show. This is an instrumental blues song, played on electric guitar with light drums. The dominant chord, Em7, brings this music a sense of wistfulness and sadness typical of both blues and the noir genre. Additionally, the rolling, irregular rhythm brings the piece a conversational tone. The piece moves into a soaring melody sometimes, but comes back to the quiet chords of the beginning by the end. Even listening to this song alone would give you a good sense of the monotony, depression, and guarded hopefulness of both Juno Steel's life and Hyperion City.
However, this piece is not meant to be listened to alone- it is intrinsically connected to the text of Juno's first monologue. This music was clearly crafted specifically for this introduction, because the next musical phrase almost always hits in between the sentences. For example, when Juno says "Hyperion City. Some people say it's the most beautiful place in the galaxy. The rest of us live there," it shifts from the 1 chord to the 4 chord for "the most beautiful place in the galaxy," and then back to the 1 chord, at "the rest of us live there," showing the true nature of Hyperion City. The most prominent example of the song being connected to Juno's monologue is at the narrative hook at 1:04, when the music shifts from the 5 to the 1 chord as Juno's name is revealed to be written in blood on the wall. This piece provides an essential connection to the tone of the story as important as the tone of the voice saying it. The. song Juno Steel, Private Eye, is influenced by the digital medium of podcasting, and the existence of fiction podcasts is heightened and connected to the music within them.
oooo this is cool
I'm only at the start of season two so let's see how well this ages, but I think Rita is the most powerful character in the junoverse in almost every way. She's a computer genius and she probably could've been an elite/expert/pioneer whatever, she just actively chose to be the spunky assistant to some grumpy private eye investigator probably because she thought it was fun and exciting. She literally went from complaining about missing her movie marathon to inventing two seperate new ways to hack a computer remotely and it's just a normal tuesday day for her. Peter Nureyev can use fake names and erase his history all he wants but literally no one even knows Rita's last name so who's really winning there. She's the only person who can get Juno to make even one remotely good decision. "Hyperion city" is memed and all, but literally the second "Mistah Steel" is written it's inevitably read in her voice. Her one and only known weakness is (probably) actual combat but that's what Juno is for
So I’m re-listening to Final Resting Place because for some reason I find it comforting and I’m going insane because just. GOD Juno’s failed self-sacrifice gets me every time. The fantasy of a hero’s sacrifice, the glory of it, preparing to die and being ready for it, making a speech that you’ve practiced a hundred times before, talking about all the things you wish you could’ve done… and then after it’s over opening your eyes and finding that you’re still alive. Still alive, despite being ready to die, being prepared. And realizing that the reason you’re still alive is because thousands of years ago an entire species killed itself. And now all those things you said you wanted can really happen. But you feel sick to your stomach.
“Are you sure you’re ready to leave Hyperion City?”, he asks you. And you say yes. Because that’s what you said you wanted, isn’t it? When you were ready to die, when you were waiting to die. You said you wanted to be happy. And you still do. You want to be happy. But you don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve any of it. Not when it’s real. Not when you’re supposed to be dead. Not when you should be dead.
Like the way they set it up the way you can feel that Juno is not doing well at all after his failed attempt… the way you can feel the ending coming even as Juno assures Nureyev that he wants this. The way that it makes complete sense for Juno to leave given his everything we’ve learned about him throughout season 1 but it still hurts so much… INSANE!!!!!