Dream—Alix R
the blurry line of where i end and you begin
hello everybodyyyy guess who finally got into malevolent.
me. it was me. :)
Edward Said, Representations of the Intellectual
Let Me Speak First Of Revelations And Next Of Dark Deceit Then I'll Speak Of Champions Of Lovers, Gods, And Beasts My Song Is Long And Twisted It Worms, It Winds, It Wends It Carries Few, It Drowns Many And Those I Love, It Rends My Song Has Taken Hold Of Me It Grips My Tongue, My Throat My Voice Cries Truths I Never Knew And To Fight Is Just To Choke So Let Me Dwell Eternal And In Ruined Flesh Ascend For My Song Has No Beginning... And The Current Flows On Without End If I Could Trace With Bloodless Fingers If My Hands Could Shape The Flow I'd Bear This Song To The Precipice And Rend Us Both To Dust Below We'd Both Go Plunging Downwards One Final Fall From Grace I'd Howl, I'd Scream In Victory And We'd Be Gone Without A Trace But We'll Never Be Rid Of Each Other My Song, My Sorrow and I So I'll Bear It Trembling Onwards To Drift On, To Dream, To Die And Where My Final Footsteps Fall Something Dreadful Shall Arise Its Gaze Shall Fall O'er Trembling Plains Its Wrath Shall Scald The Sun And Where Its Howling Forebears Walked Some Day There Shall Be None The Wise Man Knows The Taste Of Rot All Lovers Part As Dust And Even The Kings In Their Bowers Of Steel Shall Wither In Ruin And Rust This Rotten World Shall Wheeze Its Last This Hateful Hymn Shall Cease But As My Last Breath Splits My Throat I'll Wheeze Through Splintered Teeth One Last Song Of Revelations Of Prophets' Dark Deceptions Of Love, And Gods' Defeat Of Love, And Gods' Defeat
The Silt Verses (2021-2024), chapter titles
I don't get into media that often as an adult because I no longer have the 14-year-old naivety that lets Naruto blow my mind. I still absolutely like getting into media! But my bar is significantly higher. And even the things I genuinely enjoy come with a sort of measured assessment of what areas are maybe a little weak in my opinion, or what aspects don't completely appeal to me.
So actually, I a little bit don't know what to do with myself over the fact that The Silt Verses is just so good. I don't have my usual mental folder of measured critiques. Like at most maybe a one-off plotline here or there that I was only mildly interested in. But that's nothing when I mean like, assessing the over-arching characters, their development, their self-driven character motivation, the evolving dynamics between them, the intricacies of the plot, the way the world breathes, the horrible and ironic and compelling concepts that come to life here, the incredible voice acting, the sound production, the astounding writing--the untouchable quality of the writing.
When I say "The Silt Verses gets better the longer it goes" that's because it's so good at developing its characters and their dynamics and the plot and the stakes. Something exceptional should get better the longer it goes if it's doing these things well.
I listen while cooking and time and time again I need to stop what I'm doing to just... soak in what I've heard. I rewind lines. I'm on episode 40 and every single ongoing character plot compels me. I'm invested in everyone. The dimension to each of the main characters is undoing me. I listen and I go "I cannot imagine writing something this good." What do I do with this. I don't know.
i understand why the ‘grizzled loner who slowly melts & improves their outlook on life when forced to take care of a kid’ trope is a male exclusive role, bc the optics of a grizzled loner woman healing by becoming a mother are maybe not so good, but every time i think abt a hypothetical female version of that trope i black out instantly. could we maybe just do it one time and all agree to be cool about it
previous tags and their very valid point:
[#no no this is totally doable #you just have to make sure she stays grizzled #and has the same like #awkward none of this comes naturally thing #where it goes bad is if shes Suddenly A Warm And Immediately Nurturing Fixed Human #instead of a collection of busted parts going #ah fuck i guess im all you have #so i guess I do my best]
Everyone within the sound of my voice should listen to Silt Verses on Spotify right now
Life goal n. 46
To find an abandoned kitten and bring him home to my moorland dwelling. I shall name him Heathcliff. He shall be the meanest most anti-social moggy I have ever had the misfortune to lay eyes upon. He shall sow discord amongst my other fur children and bring ruin upon my house for a slight he never forgave me for…Possibly serving the wrong brand of cat food, who knows.
And despite all this I shall be the most happy. For I can fling open the door and sing ‘Heathcliff’ to call him home, like the worst Kate Bush impersonator to ever breathe. And it will be funny EVERY SINGLE TIME.
@cozyassassin I do not. Though the temptation is strong! I do wonder if that would open the flood gates to slowly gaining the entire cast of Wuthering Heights in cat form. And I'd watch, Nelly Deanesque as the gothic feline trauma played out around me.
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Whispers of an Old Forest, oil painting by Mariusz Lewandowski