#lagwafis

[raimusama]

“He looks like a star.”

god fucking damn it i love this fic a little bit too much

[ducksaredead]

Back to creek fanfictions art today! Wanted to draw something that is a beloved absolute classic so I went with Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space by @gremlintooth. Feeling super nostalgic about it.🥹

p.s. just realised that the author is here on tumblr, yay!

[d-c-k-y]

Two doodles inspired by none other than lagwafis, second one is Tweek in the beach tho his mouth scar is barely visible (I actually have another doodle for this fic but it turned out ugly so maybe I'll redo it)

Please please please read it, it's an absolutely beautiful and heartbreaking fic- I cried multiple times because the author really wrote a love letter to anyone who wants to read it

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15904065/chapters/37068342

If you liked watching The Half of It, this fic gives the same vibe imo!!!

[pastorcraigenjoyer]

Ok so if The Scenic Route is THE style fic and Ladies And Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space is THE creek fic, what are we considering THE bunny fic?

[mufflednoises]

Thinking about the way that ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space portrayed homophobia???? Like that was genuinely one of the best parts, and something that you also don't see all too often, even though south park elementary or high, in this case, would ABSOLUTELY be VIOLENTLY homophobic. Like no one would be out and proud, especially with Eric Cartman inevitably having to insert his opinion everywhere.

Not just the way it not only influences people's actions and the way they think about themselves, but also how displays of homophobia are pushed aside or how no one speaks up at all.

No spoilers, of course, but I think that alone sets it off from many other creek fics, or just sp fics in general. Internalized homophobia is not uncommon to be portrayed, but external influences of that magnitude? A masterpiece.

And of course: the link.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15904065/chapters/37068342

[100albumcountdown]

5. Spiritualized - Ladies and Gentlemen we are Floating in Space (1997)

There is no other album quite like Ladies and Gentlemen we are Floating in Space. Although it contains many familiar elements – the euphoric surge of gospel, the churning swirl of psychedelic rock, the snotty snarl of brit-pop, and the world-weary ache of the blues – it combines them in a way that’s entirely unique, even within Spiritualized’s own three decade long discography. The ideas that inform this album can all be found in the story that precedes its creation: in a cocktail of heartbreak and heroin abuse that steeps every note of every track. Prior to recording this album, Spiritualized keyboard player (and Pierce’s long-time girlfriend) Kate Radley ditched him and married Verve front-man Richard Ashcroft soon after. Pierce dealt with this blow by upping his heroin consumption to Herculean proportions and creating his finest record to date – an album that echoes all of the glazed detachment of a desperate drug dependent, yet periodically weeps, bleeds and howls as it struggles to contain the great sorrow it holds back like a dam in a flood. This dichotomy defines the entire album, from its spiral-like sequencing with its violent mood swings, to its overwhelming sense of barely contained anguish that eventually erupts in the form of devastating closer ‘Cop Shoot Cop’. The opening duo of the title track and first single ‘Come Together’ set the scene; the former piling on loops of layered vocals and shimmering instrumentation into a majestic swell of starry-eyed melancholy, before crashing headfirst into the latter – a thuggish, muscular declaration of pure nihilism that surges forward in blasts of brass and squealing feedback. Everything you need to know about this album can be found in these opening ten minutes – the dense production, the swirling textures that alternately soothe and leap forward in a vicious assault, and the whirlpool of emotion that Pierce is constantly spinning in. His voice moves from lip-curling detachment to quivering sadness in a heartbeat, and the music follows suit: the whiplash-inducing ‘All of my Thoughts’ switches between gentle, forlorn verses and frantic, explosive, free-form breakdowns like a tornado crashing through a funeral home.  As the album progresses, these contrasts grow longer and deeper – the dense, tender, narcotic waltz of ‘Stay With Me’ is smashed to pieces by the furious charge of ‘Electricty’ – a song that evokes it’s namesake with a breakneck flurry of live-wire guitar noise, crashing drums and spluttering harmonica soloing. The record reaches the depths of abstraction in the form of ‘Home of the Brave’ and ‘The Individual’, two tracks that finally swallow Pierce’s longing whole by slowly consuming it in total chaos. Just as it seems like everything as been washed away in a sea of droning noise, ‘Broken Heart’ swims into view; a gorgeous, aching, string-laden expression of utter loss rendered even more powerful by it’s positioning between the astringent grind of ‘The Individual’ and the freeform mania of ‘No God Only Religion’. By the time ‘Cool Waves’ rolls round and the gospel choirs are finally soothing the pain away, it begins to feel like Pierce has exorcised his demons and found peace at last, but the epic finale of ‘Cop Shoot Cop’ has one last trick up it’s sleeve. Stalking forward with grim resolve, the verses create a hypnotic eddy of piano licks, finger snaps and queasy guitar textures, before each chorus whips it all up into a spinning frenzy of crashing percussion, swirling organ and psychedelic noise. Each time it just brushes the edge of the abyss, but pulls back at the last minute. By the third repetition it can’t hold itself together anymore and everything begins to rip itself apart, revealing the vast, aching pit of pain and confusion inside. For what feels like an eternity the horns blast, the guitars melt, the drums cascade, and the bass tumbles into what can only be described as an aural black hole. Eventually in the distance a solitary trumpet appears, signalling the way back to dry land, followed by sighing, wordless voices and eventually a discernable rhythm. Once calm is restored, Pierce reappears for one last time – his voice still numb, still broken – but seemingly at peace, as the song quietly drifts to a gentle close. There is no other piece of pop music in the world that comes close to what Spiritualized manage to achieve with ‘Cop Shoot Cop’, nor is there any album that manages to express the emotional turmoil of heartbreak and loss better than this. It’s not subtle, lyrically or musically; it won’t ease your pain like some folksy troubadour’s musings or some whimsically ironic synth-pop. Instead it reaches deep into the very heart of what it’s like to be crushed, lost, and fucked up inside, and it splatters the blood-soaked mess over a 70 minute long canvas using every mode of musical expression that ever found a way to mourn the loss of love and hope. It’s a beautiful, devastating, fascinating, overwhelming experience, and it’s a masterpiece in the truest sense of the word.

Also listen to: Songs in A+E, Live at the Royal Albert Hall

[pastorcraigenjoyer]

When ur card declines at therapy so they make you read chapter 16 of Ladies And Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space

[oidosvirgenes-blog]

#Aniversario #Aniversary #UnDíaComHoy pero en 1997 la banda inglesa Spiritualized @officialspzd lanzó su tercer disco titulado "Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space.” #LAGWAFIS https://www.instagram.com/p/Byy_WoXBcIr/?igshid=16v1ltwbsn5or