Need You To See This Banger Combination Of Signs I Saw Today

I can be trusted with that male character just give him to me i promisr i wont grab him and gnaw and chhew on him like a dog with a boen just. give him please

anyone else literally feel it a bit when arthur was being ripped apart. just this unpleasant physical sensation the whole time. god nothing in a podcast has affected me like that ever. it felt like i was *in* that moment. absolutely insane writing and sound design hats off to harlan man

another day another reminder that arthur made yellow cold because he was hurting

Random ass idea I just had. What if Michael is like healing slowly from being dead Due to the remnant in his body but it's like really fucking slow. Like he wouldn't have seen actual results until like a 100 years into being dead. And if he had stayed around for another 500 he could have gone back to looking like a normal guy.

there was a few times where kayne would make us hold a fermata for minutes at a time and without warning cut us off- if ANYONE held their notes even a tenth if a millisecond longer he… well. spectacularly gave them a finale.

Just remembered the whiplash I got from Harlan saying “timpanies” so here’s a little rant about it

Timpani is technically already a plural word. Even though it can be used for just a singular drum (ex. can you move the 29 inch timpani to the left?), the correct word for a singular timpani drum is technically timpano. Even if the orchestral setting that Kayne was in had multiple timpani players, they would probably just be called “timpani.”

Ok rant done I just remember my head WHIPPING to my phone when he said that, and I had to do a little psa for all my non music folks!

Oh when will my husband return from Spain

arthur’s hear me out cake but it’s just an alcoholic priest, a hitman who tried to murder him, and a shard of a god who took his eyes

Shoutout to my dad who accidentally moved into an up and coming black lgbt neighborhood and was very disappointed to learn that all of his “new friends” weren’t actually interested in how to use iNaturalist or where he saw coyotes on his walks 😔🙏🏻

Most days it’s easy to forget that John was once part of the King in Yellow. His soft skin and charming awkwardness so far from the King’s many hollow facades.

But somedays Noel wakes up with a bone deep ache screaming down his limbs and a migraine hunting his steps. Somedays he wakes up and just knows that it’ll be a bad day.

Last week had one of those days. Noel tried to fight it off but the foul mood reached a crescendo after dinner. Arthur and Oscar were in the other room pouring over a new tome. John was idly sitting at the kitchen island while Noel finished up the dishes.

If you asked Noel exactly what happened next, he wouldn’t be able to tell you. The memory playing back like a broken record, skipping and distorting.

He remembers his head pulsing in time with his heartbeat, the feeling of the dirty dish water quickly becoming too much to bear and John’s voice.

The god fragment was asking him if he wanted to go see a film with him. When Noel declined, John’s tone shifted, becoming cough syrup sweet, golden, manipulative, he barely got a few words out.

Next, Noel remembers being on his knees on the floor. John beneath him on his back, staring up at Noel.

Noel’s hands around John’s neck. Squeezing, screaming that the King couldn’t take him back.

More hands, at his back, pulling, tearing. Voices muffled and distorted. “Noel stop!”

John’s hand, cradling Charlie’s face.