This is all Lou screaming so be warned
honest to god can’t stop thinking about this song about jeff bezos by philip labes (link takes you to his spotify). it’s such a good example of politically driven folk music.
i refused to stay buried because i love you why are you running
the Wasteland Gospel mascs are getting a little update 😳
If you wanna catch a glimpse of the lineup, follow me on Twitch, I stream every Thursday at 7PM (BST) :3
there’s a fat bear roaming around the area I live in every night and everyone keeps posting ring footage of him
my two categories of anime rec are “it’s okay if you don’t really like anime, you’ll probably like this” and “this will not make any goddamn sense to you if you have not wasted years of your life on trash”
Robert Icke, Oresteia (Act Three). went to the trouble of transcribing this for one of my silly little comic web weaving posts but u guys can see it on my main too i guess <3
ELECTRA: Dad. You used to sit right there.
AGAMEMNON: I did. Family meals. Your mother's custom. Still going.
ELECTRA: We're not the model family of the modern major general. But then we weren't that when you were here either.
It's strange that you aren't here.
AGAMEMNON: You'll get used to it.
ELECTRA: I haven't yet.
AGAMEMNON: You will.
ELECTRA: It feels like minutes. I know it's been longer than that.
AGAMEMNON: This is it now. This is doing things fatherless.
ELECTRA: I just thought that.
AGAMEMNON: Like father [like son].
ELECTRA: I sharpen my pencil fatherless. I pour a glass of wine fatherless. I don't drink it fatherless. I hear a song fatherless that I used to [like] --
I feel absolutely nothing at all.
I imagine a conversation with my father fatherless. The colour of it stains my head. It echoes. It stays with me. Whether or not any of the words were ever spoken, it's the realest thing that happens all day.
as much as the concept of Jesus being a fairly normal lad has its charms, im personally very intrigued by the idea of him being just… extremely weird. not even in a mystical sense, just…….staggeringly BIZZARRE.
you go to the well to get some water, and here’s Miriam’s boy, staring at the sky, completely still. his expression is unreadable. you hazard a hello and ask how he’s doing, and he slowly, unblinkingly, lowers his gaze on you (he’s 8 and is missing his frontal teeth, not that this is making you any less uncomfortable) and says “I cannot speak of the state of my being, Nathan son of Saul, my brother, but rejoice for the water you shall take today will be as pure as the soul of the children of Heaven”
…you start sweating