hey! as you know I am from Ukraine and I take care of strays cats and dogs. they need help: food is running out, and there are a lot of them. I’m still sick, so I can’t always help mom feed them all. she goes to different places (they do not live in the same house), although she herself is disabled since childhood. for a long time we fed them at our own expense, but everything changed because of the full-scale invasion. a few weeks ago some dogs recently died, someone poisoned them (the police will not help here, they have already been called).
you helped us a lot and I am infinitely grateful to you. however, she is forced to ask for help again and again. thanks again everyone! thank you very much!
fiction got off soooo lucky with dreams and hallucinations. imagine if the human brain didn't come with a built-in path to surreal imagery that could perfectly represent abstract themes and emotional truths through metaphor. we'd be so fucked man
yaoi from thing that is culturally significant and written by a long dead author that has been well respected for centuries. and its mid as fuck. #mymidyaoi
Dreamer - Drowsy - I Remember.
Art made by the fabulous @tikiss
Amine is a mix of a Deadlock OC and my personal self-insert, a "past life" of mine dating Drifter in the era of the game while i date him in our current year. Big thanks again to Tikiss who made an amazing job at Amine's illustration.
And for whoever is interested, under the cut are Amine's lore and ingames abilities
LORE
Amine works in the Conney Island sideshow circus along with Celeste. Cursed with the gift of dreaming people's past lives, or the dead's memories, Amine never had a peaceful, resting night of sleep in his life, and had to grasp with complex, sometimes dark memories at his youngest age. She eventually left home to search a source to this power, and a way to control it. If she has not found the origin of this talent yet, the Circus has provided her a great exercise in control, using a hypnotist assistant to put her in trance and play Medium for the crowd. With that same help he also learned to perform an astral projection and now she join the ritual with her body safely tucked in her caravan. His true wish to the Patrons is being able to have normal, dreamless slumblers.
Weapons : The Crescent Moon
Amine's gloves bear crescent moons which, in her astral form can be projected as spiritual ''bullets''
Passive Ability : Dream Traveler
When Amine crosses and Astral Veil, he gains a slight boost of run and dodge speed (temporary of course). The boost can not be cumulative. More over, when Amine uses another ability through the veils this ability benefits of a slight boost as well.
Ability 2 : Dream Step
Short-range teleport that leaves an afterimage illusion. Amine blinks a small distance, an echo duplicate appears at the starting point for 2 seconds. Enemies who shoot the echo suffer a moment of confusion, messing with abilities cool downs for a second.
Ability 3 : Memory Thread (single Target)
Amine creates a spiritual thread connecting herself to an ally or an enemy.
On Allies it gradually transfers Amine's heal as a delayed burst after 2 seconds.
On Enemies, it slows them down with the status Drowsy. After 2 seconds, they take echo damage equal to a percentage of the damage they dealt in that window.
Ability 4 / Ult : Memento Vitae
Amine blesses an ally with a resurrection ward. If the target is killed during the res activation time, they come back with 5% of health, and the ward breaks in a wave of spiritual energy making enemies nearby Drowsy. If the ward is not triggered during its active time, it will perform a weaker wave, leaving the enemies Drowsy for half the regular time.
i need everyone to see this ridiculous thing. i even translated this with rhyme and rhythm to give you a bit the feel of the original's clash between the lyrics and the vocal style. also it's just pleasant and has a sound technique and also slaps
Александр Казьмин - По Фану [poh fah-noo] / Alexandr Kazmin - For Lolz
context: ooof so there's a broadway musical First Date right. and our guys adapted it for russian stage yeah. well i don't know how it happened but everyone was so inspired that they made a... kinda-sorta? sequel День Влюблëнных / Valentine's Day. yeah you got that right it's an original russian sequel-spin-off. to the broadway thing. things like that just happen ig?
so THIS GUY HERE is an actor in that musical and this song in the original arrangement sounds like your usual summer dance track straight from the pop radio. that's basically the punchline. THIS is a reworked pop dance track. and it's made just for lolz :) and the phrase is a meme now like. in the whole russian musical theater scene? and also among my frienbs :)
credit due and also huge thanks to @s4intjust for exposing me to this absolute Piece and also burning the subs into the video through like 6 (six) sequential empirical attempts to fit the font into the vid in the right size which took like an hour and it's just. wow. thank you m8 you have that labouring dawg in you
babbling under the cut
i love how he is visibly recomposing himself before the start. pre-pissing himself to not crack in the process. i love the amount of joy, pleasure and occasional bewilderment everyone is showing. the pianist is absolutely Vibing It Out, love the guy
re: translation, it's a drole borrowing, but the english "for fun" was taken into russian usage with a Heavy slang color, and some internet connotation to it too. so the closest english equivalent to This Russian Phrase would actually be "for lolz/s", and i took the z version specifically, as a more online and informal one. but i also stuck to the root phrase in the chorus itself to fit the sound of the words sung. i could've kept this entire note in the video but i couldn't wrangle the typesetting mode into functioning. whatevrrrr
i'm also sorry to announce that my fuckoff verbose phrases got in the way of the original "00s raver/modern russian nouveau riche/young party-hopper" speech style too. there is 100% a better phrase to use than laying one's life down for amorous shocks but i hope the enhanced humour makes up for the lost slang feel. but it fits the rhythm! a feat of skill i didn't know i had in the slightest measure was achieved without anyone asking. also whatevrrrrr
and also i realized i fucked up the "lay your life down..." but because the word умирать/to die was used figuratively. in the "experience an emotion really intensely" meaning. but, mmm, let's consider it a... double entendre. you can die for love/fun or like. literally put it all out for love/fun. for a very very long time i just didn't remember that people don't talk about death as a funny thing you can do to yourself, so now my blolzo (lolz blorbo) is a little gothy. mmmmmmaybe i'll fix this someday
speaking of women in music, there's this radio i listen to through the evenings and nights, relax.fm: it plays all sorts of cozy-calm things, your lounge, your melancholic indie, your ambient, your trip hop, your (neo)classic, every song by sting you may think of. there are some calm cases of pop too, from billie eilish to peter gabriel; phil collins is there too, i guess. four (4) versions of true colors. one of them is even bearable! but if i hear true colors again i will scream and maim and kill dj with hammers (i will hear it again. i won't scream and maim). the only thing that stops that one version from making me howl is the power-hopeful mood of the country girl singing it with full-on belting in the choruses that makes you think "wow, those first 2:30 minutes of corny fidgeting on the cob were a worthwhile build up for This to hit". there's even some edge to this version. can you imagine? true colors with an edge?
i am not here to praise eva cassidy though. THIS IS A HATEPOST. ABOUT НАТАЛЬЯ ЧАЙКОВСКАЯ. natalya chaikovskaya is a piano composer who works with lighthearted jazz i don't know a proper name for because i don't know shit about jazz. i know that jazz can be better than what chaikovskaya does. she clearly takes influence from some soviet pop, waters down the complexity you would associate with Any jazz to the point of it sounding like - yeah - soviet pop, tears the cork off the champagne bottle, invites your old hollywood brass section (but keep it simple, boys! you don't want your trombones to have character!), the horses of the beat run fast, the atmosphere is Always cheerful, if not celebratory, AND IT'S SO BASE. IT'S SO FUCKING STALE AND BORING. IT'S FAST AND ITCHY AND FOR WHAT? YOU REACH FOR THE IDENTITY OF THE SONG TO GRAB ONTO. THERE'S NOTHING, ONLY A CHORE FOR THE EARS. PERCEIVE, PERCIEVE AND DREDGE. it makes me want to make up derogatory buzzwords ending with slop. ironically, this void where the Substance of the Music should be (she covered it up with monotone piano masturbation imitating the engaging complexity of the genre), the glaring flaws of her composing method comprise a perfectly recognizable style. i flinch every time her tracks start, i think, no, it can't be, i must be needlessly grumpy about cheerful music. i shazam this shit. 5/5¹ individual songs identified correctly. chaikovskaya is a pro.
¹i re-checked some of the songs as they would reappear on air throughout the last four² months because my conscious mind erases it from memory. only the slowly building subconscious grudge remains.
²yep, it's been that long. i swear i've mulled over these feelings for a hot minute
Why? who and Why would add this to the playlist right between enya and kate bush? you could add more ella fitzerald if you wanted more jazz, you could add more agnes obel if you wanted more piano, and i will never believe that NATALYA CHAIKOVSKAYA is the last composer lady in russia. there must be some left who aren't denounced as foreign agents. such a powerful shot in my foot. GIVE ME MORE ELIZABETH FRASER YOU COWARDS. IF YOU CAN AFFORD PUTTING ON THE SLOWEST MORBID BITS OF MATT DAMON AND BECK YOU CAN PUT ON COCTEAU TWINS. or at least black milk??? i don't know. relax.fm dj when i grab your neck at night you'll know true remorse. i know her appearance on air is a matter of connections, that's how our businesses work, but fucking shit. if you paid деревянные киты 20k₽ to jam for three minutes you would get a better result than this. her place could be taken up by someone i would have enjoyed!
who made you this way? who made you this way?who is going to bear your beautiful children? do you think you can just stop when you're ready for a change? who will take care of you when you're old and dying?
