[id: a digital painting resembling a screencap of Yasha flying with Beau in her arms. Yasha is moving diagonally across the frame, and her legs and cape are blurred with speed. Her wings are pale gold and resemble sunlight more than feathers. Yasha has Beau cradled tightly in her arms and is smiling fondly at her as they fly. Beau has her arms around Yasha’s neck and looks thrilled and adoring. The image is all in light, bright colors. /end id]
It’s October! You know what that means... 🎃 (via kxvo)
all my life I’ve somehow only ever seen the gifs of this. I never even knew that the pumpkin man was dancing to the Ghostbusters theme. This whole thing is so much better than I ever could have expected from the gifs omg
I absolutely loved Ashley’s response on Talks last night talking about Yasha starting to understand that she can want things, that she can exist outside of being a weapon or being in service to others. It reminded me of the strong feelings I have about Yasha and her harp and how it fits into her story.
Let’s not forget that the rock harp started as a joke. It was this totally spontaneous random thing that Jester tossed out while she and Yasha were speculating about Yasha’s missing memories. It was meant as a silly thing that might make Yasha feel better in the moment.
And Yasha is so instantly enchanted by the idea, so blatantly enthused by the thought that she could be notorious to Obann and his lackeys not because of her prowess in battle but because she used to be a musician. She is so taken with it that, as the M9 begin their descent into the full-on cosmic horror vault that is the King’s Cage, she jokes that the inscription above the door – “Let lie the King’s instrument, deathless and detained, until the world ends” – must be referring to her rock harp.
We can only speculate at how many nights Yasha spent under Obann’s thrall clinging to this imagined alternate reality, where her mark on the world was measured not in bloodshed but in strummed notes and beautiful melodies.
And then, in Keona the Keen’s shop, scarcely 24 hours after she is freed and reunited with her friends and Obann destroyed, she makes the very deliberate choice to make that fantasy a reality. She commissions the harp, and begins the slow process of learning and practising, for no other reason than it is something that she wants to do.
I just adore the way that this random and innocuous throwaway line has bloomed into such an outlet for Yasha to explore herself and how she influences the world around her. I love that for 300 or so villagers and Traveller cultists on Rumblecusp, Yasha is famous not for her strength or her capacity for violence, but for her music. And I love that from the beginning, it has never been something that was forced on her, but something that she liked and decided to pursue of her own free will.
i can’t believe superwholock existed as one the largest fandom(s) on this website. there hasn’t been a trace of it on my dashboard in years. No mention, no whisper. a ghost. i still follow people who reblogged it. i myself reblogged it. and yet here we are, not daring to ever mention it. im risking my life making this po
Guys listen. Listen. At the start of this year, the year of our lord 2019, I was chatting to an actor in this play I was stage managing and she mentioned offhand that she’s thinking of getting a tattoo.
“Oh,” I say. “Of what?”
She looks a bit awkward. “Um. Have you ever heard of this thing called Superwholock?”
Let me tell you I aged about twenty years in the span of the next ten seconds where she started to explain Superwholock to me like it’s some new thing that’s just spawned into existence and I know, instinctively, that I will not survive this conversation, I am not strong enough, so I cut her off. “Uh, yeah. I know of Superwholock. I’ve been on Tumblr for a while.”
“What’s Tumblr?” she asks.
Guys… I think Superwholock is still out there. They just changed home base. I didn’t ask where her Superwholock community was because there are some things beyond mortal ken, some things that would surely drive one mad should one attempt to find them.
Pinterest. It’s Pinterest.
What is happening
as someone who recently moved from pinterest to Tumblr, I can assure you superwholock lives on along with merlin, lotr, and ur weird ass posts about wanting a fandom themed school.
i’m getting war flashbacks
THE ANCIENT TEXTS
“what’s tumblr” THEYRE JUST. ITS JUST SCREENSHOTS OF TUMBLR. ON PINTEREST. ITS STILL TUMBLR ITS JUST SCREENSHOTS
That’s the very essence of Pinterest, really.
it’s funny, because many people say “oh tumblr is dead” but i see twitter, instagram, interest, and tiktok literally CHOCK full of tumblr screenshots every day. the ancient texts live on without us
