Sometimes man…
You just gotta do…
What you gotta do. And if I’ve learned anything it’s that…
It doesn’t stop happening just because you’re not doing it.
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Sometimes man…
You just gotta do…
What you gotta do. And if I’ve learned anything it’s that…
It doesn’t stop happening just because you’re not doing it.
[Cleared his throat to keep from laughing. Bringing his phone up to scroll through it.]
I must have at least one. Though a tummy pic would do just as much.
[He didn’t actually just disappear of course (that would be rude right in the middle of a conversation) but he hid his face with his hands pretty effectively. Peeking from between his fingers to peer over at the phone as Lucifer scrolled. Curious despite his embarrassment.]
…Pretty sure you’re the only one who thinks my stomach is blackmail worthy material.
I am uncertain any of it would be effective blackmail. To be frank
[Shrugged.] Not your fault people are boring.
Glad to know I’m safe though~
Are you kidding? I have a picture of your dick.
Oh YEAH that’s right lemme just–
I am uncertain any of it would be effective blackmail. To be frank
[Shrugged.] Not your fault people are boring.
Glad to know I’m safe though~
And others. Hard for me not to know when people go gallivanting into Hell. [Luckily, no one seemed to notice his True-Self-In-Hell was missing.]
[NODDED sagely. Pointed two fingers in a V to his eyes, then pointed them at Lucifer’s.] If I wasn’t such an angel I’d say you should be keeping tabs of everything in a book or something. Then use it as blackmail just in case someone tries to spill the beans about– [Stopped and put a hand to his mouth.] About you-know-what.
Mm. I am none the less aware of things. Despite not running around and instigating them.
Y-yeah. Me too.
[Hurriedly shoving the ice cream sundae he’d been hiding behind his back into the freezer. Now he just had to roll with it, even though he had zero idea what Lucifer meant. Except for maybe…]
This have anything to do with that Devang dude?
I also have the scoops!
Ice cream scoops, maybe.
………………..Uh, no! That is absolutely not what I meant!
I also have the scoops!
Do you guys ever think about how much humans love singing? Because we really do. Before our kids learn to talk properly, they learn to sing, maybe not with words, and probably not in tune, but they’re definitely singing.
We have song for and about every occasion, emotion, and activity. We learn things quicker by song than simply by memorizing the words. If you leave someone in the quiet, they sing to themselves, even if it’s just in their head.
Every culture no matter how different has some form of music or song. Some of the most ancient artifacts we have from our long distant ancestors are musical instruments.
We are literally hardwired to get an endorphin rush from singing. Like we do from running. Which is interesting to me because common theory is that we get that “runners high” because that’s our body’s way of encouraging us to engage in endurance hunting.
So I wonder, if originally, humans weren’t meant to speak. Maybe we were meant to sing.
In story after story, when we want to convey that a culture is beautiful and graceful, and ancient, we give them song-like languages. Or describe their voices as lyrical or musical. Tolkien elves, stick out as a good example.
Are we subconsciously giving them the old, familiar language that our ancestors had?
If you traveled back to the early days of humanity, would you hear our ancestors singing through the trees? About love, and hate, and happiness, and sorrow, just like we do now?
As a music teacher, this may be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever read.
Technically it’s not just elves in Tolkien’s world, either. Pretty much everyone bursts out singing at random times! Just in The Hobbit and LotR, elves as well as men, hobbits, dwarves, Tom Bombadil, the ents… burst into song, whether it’s to tell a story, fool around, motivate themselves or mourn; and Tolkien doesn’t just stop at saying “and they started singing”, he actually wrote down many of those songs (see here for reference) which shows he himself must have valued music a lot.
If I remember correctly, Eru, the God figure in Tolkien’s universe, sang the world into being. In Tolkien’s legendarium everything is a song.
Obvious? [ He said, the word sticking like peanut butter to the roof of his mouth. ] Nothing is obvious with her. Moms are supposed to love their kids, but that doesn’t mean they have to like them.
I know she doesn’t like me very much. [ He said, conviction in his tone as he rubbed at his eyes a little. Willing them to stay dry. ]
But I… I wanted to help. Not just get in the way… It was stupid.
[ Liam snuffed. His tiredness was seeping into him and making him angry. At himself. ]
Why wouldn’t she like you?? Come here, come–let’s go sit down, huh? [He used big feathery wings to usher Liam toward the couch. It didn’t look all that clean but…any port in a storm, he supposed. Once they were situated and folded his legs crisscross applesauce and rested his chin on one palm. Looked way too big for that hecking couch, even with his wings folded up against his back, but oh well. Nothing new there.]
Now. Why do you think your mom doesn’t like you?