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Hi!!! I would really like to know what are your favorite movies and songs? ^^

Hi!!!

Nice question, and quite tricky (at least the part about my favourite songs) because I have a LOT (Which is partly because I grew up in a multilingual household and I don't have a fixed language for music).

That said Films:

"Missing" starring Jack Lemmon, has the very rare hability to make you understand extremely horryfying events without ever becoming a splatter. It was an extremely brave film when it came out, because it specifically and explicitly talked about the USA involvement in Pinochet's golpe.

"The treasure planet" one of my favourite childhood films, and one of the very few I didn't have to wrestle agaist my siblings to watch. " I am still here" slaps too, which I guess is only a bonus.

"Brokeback mountain" because it's the only film that makes me cry every single time I watch it, and sometimes I just really really need to cry.

"Requiem for a dream" , because I was an angsty teen and I LOVED this film, and I honestly love it still.

And Songs:

"A little bit off" (five finger death punch) and "lonely" (palaye royale (I am honestly quite fond of their whole discography, I went to see them twice)) are in this list both because they are wonderful songs and because they represent something deeply personal and impactuful in my life: my depression. They both came out in 2020 and, while they aren't "easy" songs, they helped me immensely because, while "a little bit off" made me feel less alone, "lonely" made me understand that, even if I couldn't really see it, I WAS feeling better, because I did see myself in its lyrics, but it wasn't the present me, but the past one. On this line of thinking, also "Formidable" (stromae) and "Jester" (Badflower) are some of my faves.

Murubutu like everything this man wrote. I would give him head. I would snort with him. I would crack his head open just to understand HOW he manages to write as he does. Anyways, some personal favourites are : "Scirocco", "Markus e Ewa", "La musa insolente" and "Ulisse" but honestly his whole discography is spectacular and it only gets better as the years go by.

A classic "Work song" (Hozier) loved it since 2015, it's technically also my and my partner's song.

"Fullen", because a witchly rave in the woods is always a good idea.

"Empty wallets" (5sos) idk, there is something about the mundanity of this love song that I really like. I also have "Teeth" among my favoutites ever since I first heard it.

"Providence" (poor man's poison). Idk how to describe this one. I love this one.

"La pesc gnará" which I am pretty sure I only love because it's one of the very few songs actually written in my first language.

"Tous les mêmes" (Stromae) which has quite sad lyrics and yet is extremely fun to sing.

Now the REAL classics

"People are strange", "love me two times", "the crystal ship", "peace frog" and "When the music's over" all by the Doors, because you don't forget your first love.

So those were my favourite movies and (a lot of) my favourite songs (I tried cutting their numbers a bit, but honestly this was the best I could do)

A little gift/ preview for @freezer-bride-your-sweet-divine

(Thank you for your support in navigating tumblr and your endless feedback, I REALLY appreciate it)

This piece will eventually be part of my series,

https://archiveofourown.org/series/4163446

Or maybe it won't, but I felt like it was a waste to scrap it entirely!

Unnamed Grief

Chapter 0, Prologue

It’s not that Bruce doesn’t love his sons.

He does.

Fiercely.

To the point of agony.

To the point of madness.

But they are sons.

They are legacy and reflection and consequence.

Dixie was origin.

Dixie was genesis.

Dixie was the very first moment he knew what it meant to live for someone outside of himself.

The moment that reshaped the architecture of his soul, rerouted the pathways of his cold, calculating heart.

Dixie didn’t make him Batman.

She made him Bruce, in the softest, most staggering ways.

He can explain why the others matter.

Jason needed saving.

Tim needed purpose.

Damian needed undoing.

But Dixie?

Dixie needed nothing from him (except, maybe, understanding, the one thing he was never able to provide her with) and yet she became his everything.

She wasn't the best of them because she was flawless.

She was the best of them because she was HIS.

His In every ugly, broken, radiant piece.

She was never built to be a soldier, even if she learned to fight before she learned to laugh.

She was not meant to carry the burdens she bore, and yet…God, she CHOSE to.

She chose to carry them.

Her brothers.

Their world.

Him.

Always him.

Even when he failed her.

Especially when he failed her.

Bruce knows all of his sons.

He can break them down, read their patterns, identify every fracture in their psyches.

But Dixie? Dixie remained unreadable, unknowable, even being the one he has known for the longest time, even being the one whose bones were shaped just like the ones he has known since before his own birth, his mother's.

She was his daughter in a way the others could never be, not just by blood, not just by name, but in understanding.

She KNEW him.

She knew him in the way a mirror knows its subject.

In the way a grave knows its dead.

None of the boys have ever looked at him the way she did, like she could see every ruin inside him and still believed something beautiful lived there.

Jason rages at him.

Tim studies him.

Damian judges him.

Dixie forgave him (Dixie raged and she studied and she judged too, but in the end she forgave him, she ALWAYS forgave him).

Again.

And again.

And again.

And that was a terrifying, holy thing.

Because forgiveness, real forgiveness, from someone like her…it CHANGES people.

The boys push him.

She grounded him.

The boys rebel.

She resisted.

She defied with love, with laughter, with hands that mended what others destroyed.

She wasn't his soldier (even if he knows she often viewed herself that way).

She was his compass.

He is not a man of poetry, but she made him one in the quiet moments.

Made him remember what lullabies sounded like.

Made him believe in softness.

Made him ache.

And he knows…it’s not that his sons are less.

It’s that Dixie was more.

More Bruce.

More memories.

More mystery.

More herself, in ways that none of them ever dared to be.

His sons always belonged to the world. She always belonged to him, not by ownership, not by right, but by that old, unshakable bond formed in the abyss between his birth and hers, between his grief and her grief, two wounded things clinging to each other like breath.

She was the child he never asked for, the one who became his first everything and the one who saved them all.

How could anyone ever compare to that?

They couldn't.

They never will.

Falling down a minor obsessive focus about The Crane Wives thanks to a beautiful animatic of the Batfamily (thank you @greenix) and listening to their whole discography only to discover how perfectly "Never love an anchor" fits my characterization for Talia.

Crying, screeming, ecc.

I actually wrote a fanfic centered around cabin 7, in which one of the main characters is Lee Fletcher. I already made a post about it, because the fanfic itself spawned from a tumblr prompt whose author I can't find (the post was on Pinterest and it was cropped).

The fanfic is called "Cabin seven's tango" and it is on Ao3, here is its link!

ALSO ALSO

THERE SHOULD BE MORE FANFICS ABOUT THE SILLY BACKGROUND CHARACTERS

CASTOR, POLLUX, LEE FLETCHER, MICHEAL YEW, ETC ETC!!!!

please

This is your periodical reminder to download your favorite fics from ao3 every once in a while!!

Personally, I got into the habit of doing it once a year, when I'm working on my "Favorite" fic recs.

While I'm at it, here's a few tools I use that help greatly with my Ao3 experience!

Userscripts

Here's a few userscripts that I love for Ao3!

AO3: Kudosed and seen history: Highlight or hide works you kudosed/marked as seen.

This is the userscript that helps me the most when making fic recs. While browsing a tag or my history, I can see which fics I've already kudosed and I can decide to skip/hide individual fics (there's other userscripts out there if you want to permanently hide specific tags).

AO3 Review + Last Chapter Shortcut + Kudos-sortable Bookmarks: Adds shortcuts for last chapter and a floaty review box, sorts bookmarks by kudos.

AO3: Estimated Reading Time: Add an estimated reading time to a fic description in hours and minutes.

Calibre

Calibre is an ebook management software. You can download it here. I really love using Calibre to send fics I've downloaded to my kindle, but there's also a function where you can download all the fics in one Ao3 page, or multiple fics URLS, all at the same time. Just last night, I used it to download all my Buddie bookmarks. Super helpful! It also allows me to add my own covers to fics and use them on my Kindle. I love it!

I feel like Dick grayson embodies so well the song "Stay frosty royal milk tea" it isn't even funny I swear.

You mean to tell me that this

"I think I got too many memories getting in the way of me/ I'm 'bout to go Tonya Harding on the whole world's knee"

Or this

"Some princes don't become kings/Even at the best times I'm out of my mind/You only get what you grieve"

Or even this

"The only thing that's ever stopping me is me, hey/The only thing that's ever stopping me is me, hey/I testify if I die in my sleep/Then know that my life was just a killer dream, yeah"

Or, lastly

"Seems like the whole damn world went and lost its mind/And all my childhood heroes have fallen off or died/Fake tears, we are living fake tears/But the alcohol never lies, never lies"

Doesn't SCREAM Dick Grayson to you too?

Okay, I might have teared up a little

reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them

Please Help me find a prompt so I can credit its author

Tumblr prompt:

A daughter of Apollo who finds that anything she even briefly mentions wanting tends to show up on her bed within a week. New watercolors, candies, hairties. She suspects that one of the Hermes' kids is doing it, but no one is willing to give them up. It stops after Manhattan.

I can't find the one who originally wrote this prompt, if you know their username please write it to me, I would like to credit them.

That said I strayed from the aforementioned prompt but I liked how it turned out, so, if you are interested on how this fic turned out, here it is!

All the pain in Aelia's life stemmed out of love.

Sadly her parents are innocent, ignorant to her woes.

Sadly Vivienne is long dead.

Sadly the memories of Luke's hands on her make her feel dirty.

Sadly the pain of her scraping never leaves her.

Sadly the person that always left her wonderful drawings and cute trinklets fights on the other side of the war.

Sadly her twin's face in her mind is horribly disfigured, just like it was when she had to wrap him into his golden shroud.

Sadly her little brother's body is never gonna be found.

Sadly, this sorrowful circle it is never gonna end.

me every time I post something