Songs with 144 bpm

I’m a very musical person, I’m super sensitive with music and I feel like I associate stages/ moments of my life with music and most of all with songs I’m obsessed with at those specific times of my life. It may be because of my tendency to get obsessed with certain things constantly but that’s the way I’ve been functioning all my life. Recently I found a song that reminds/ makes me feel manic and depressive at the same time. I don’t know how to describe it but the lyrics, the rhythm, every single thing about it is just how I feel as a bipolar person and it makes me feel understood, heard, safe even(? Idk
I wanted to share this, maybe it’ll help someone :)
Pd: the song is “a pearl” by Mitski 💞

Any song recommendations like Honeymoon Avenue? Preferably with female artists!

Okay on the album 10 stories by MeWithoutYou. there is a song on there that I remember being called elephant on the dock! But it is no longer that. I know this because that is one of my favorite songs off that album it was one that just resonated with me in a way. The song was a total worm in my brain and it made a home basically LOL but right now I am just irritated that they're changing reality more so again. Now I listen to it at least two times a month well I just noticed 5 minutes ago that it is no longer called "elephant on the dock" it's now called "elephant in the dock".
I haven't listened to the song yet so I'm not sure if there's any lyrical change but I will check that out next and I might add that in but right now I am irritated that they changed reality a little bit more. Every time we see a change they seen the ending where they (elites) lose so therefore they got too manipulate reality to attempt to make it in their favor no matter what if project Looking Glass was absolutely correct regardless of timeline changes they lose regardless and they cannot stand that that's why they keep looking through that Looking Glass after they change the small little tiny parts of the world as we know it it's pretty crazy. But do you guys know of this band there Lyricist has one of the most interesting ways of putting lyrics together because he uses words that basically no one ever uses because they're very outdated and or they're just not in common use whatsoever.

Rick had expected that taking an entire tribe to Sinco would be slow. Who wouldn’t? It was a whole tiny village after all, one nearing a handful hundred.
But the Orcs, and by extension all the other maidens, had more than one surprise in store.
When the tribe had set off, they’d done so with a grand demolition. The moment everything of value had been picked up and packaged, the village was then torn to shreds by anyone willing to take part in the little destruction-derby.
Following this, the tribe would split up into hut-family units.
Every “family” would be made of one human and multiple maidens. The maiden with the highest standing within the family unit (almost always an Orc) would be in charge of carrying and protecting the human on their back. And the rest would handle the luggage and supplies that “family” unit would take with them.
And from there, they would break into a jogging pace that, to a human, would have been a dead sprint.
Rick had the distinct “honor” of being carried by Urtha since Monica’s job as the chief meant it was her job to be at the tip of the metaphorical spear. Meanwhile, Rick was left seated on a sort-of-backpack the tall Orc carried.
Kiara flew overhead with the handful of other flying maidens that’d been woken up from the boxes. Leaving Eva and Dia to carry their belongings. It left an unpleasant aftertaste in Rick’s gut.
The smirk Dia kept shooting his way as he petulantly crossed his arms and resigned himself to being glorified luggage. “I could at least be playing the drums to mark the pace or something. It’s not like we’re being subtle or quiet.”
“Humans have no place drawing attention where danger lurks,” Urtha said, the only one present that wasn’t even winded. “Less so the Father.”
“Some feral might think you are a cheesy snack.” Dia, huffing as she pushed herself, still giggled.
“The tribe is tense enough already.” The Orc shook her head. “We rarely bring this many weaklings with us.”
“One of many changes to come.” Rick held the sigh, mostly because he was holding on to the chair to keep from falling over. He didn’t want to think about it, but once they reached Sinco, things would get complicated.
They were effectively marching out, seeking to conquer a city. Whether it be through actual warfare or maneuvering, they weren’t sure just yet. They just knew that they were prepared for the former if the latter didn’t work out. The reports had come in: Sinco was not in a good place. The constant presence of highly aggressive ferals had been chipping away at their defenses.
The only hope the city held was that they would receive reinforcements from Aubria.
Rick would get there faster.
It was in these thoughts that he pondered throughout the day. The tribe traveled and rested too often to the Orc’s liking. There was much friction to be had, and the humans were guarded like the treasures the tribe considered them to be.
When night came, a singular large hut was made for the humans, and the maidens would sleep in rotations. There would be small songs and minor stories that were shared, small moments of comfort. But they were all held under the looming watchfulness of the tribe.
Because they were at their most vulnerable. One missed feral deciding to make a stand could mean a human getting hurt. Rick had to begrudgingly respect them for that. As much as he loathed being treated like some kind of porcelain doll, there was no room to question that the maidens were going the extra mile for everyone’s safety and survival.
Though they would sometimes go a bit overboard against the maidens that “slowed down the tribe”. His role mediating such disputes had become his main role throughout the following days.
One morning, as they were preparing to set out, he heard it.
It started with a scream, then a yelp, and then a rush.
By the time Rick realized what was going on, Monica was upon him. Drenched from head to toe and stinking of salt and seaweed. The massive maiden was looking at him with a smile that threatened to split her head in two.
“Rick!” She hovered over him, dripping water all over. “Come! Come!”
“Is everything alright?” He asked from the discomfort of the portable chair he was currently occupying.
“COME!” she insisted, hopping on her feet and skittishly looking back, aiming her ear in the direction she’d come from. “Quick!”
“The tribe is not heading that way.” Urtha pointed out.
Rick considered it for a second. “Are there any problems shifting course to travel nearer to the sea?”
“It is a bad idea. For many reasons.”
Her words brought nods from Eva and Dia, to which Rick could only respond with a shrug. “Ok, then we could call for a break for the day, give everyone a chance to properly unwind, and I’ll go with Monica.” He pointed over at the feline that was bouncing on her heels, just barely holding back from reaching out and yanking him into her wet embrace. “Seems like the chief is very excited about something.”
“I bet its food,” Eva said.
“Urtha?” Rick waited.
The Orc glanced over at the crowd. “We will set camp for the day. We cannot afford to lose any of the weaklings.”
That was as good as he could’ve hoped. Rick nodded and was immediately snatched by Monica’s fuzzy paw. The maiden picked him up, putting him over her shoulder and trotting through the shrubbery and trees with little regard for who might be following.
Rick got himself a face full of leaves, flinching and batting them away. “Hey, wait, the branches-”
The Sabretooth yanked him into her arms and broke into a full sprint. Dirt and rocks burst forth from where she stood as air whipped about them. Her fang-filled smile only grew. Monica’s eyes were only focused forward. Rick, meanwhile, was trying to avoid swallowing bugs. The insects that kept flying about appeared to prefer smacking against his face.
There was a moment of clarity, light, and blue.
And with a splash, he was underwater.
Rick made the mistake of gasping, swallowing sea-water, wildly flinging his arms to get himself to the surface. Monica yanked him out of the water, leaving him feeling like a half-drowned cat as he coughed and spat.
“LOOK!” she proclaimed, dropping him on the sandy beach as she hurried towards the crashing waves, kicking at them and sending sprays of foam high into the air. “Rick! BIG!” She waved wildly, rushing her way into the water, then back out.
“That’s the sea.”
“Monica see!” With wide arms, she tried to point at all of it at once.
“No, it’s a new word. Sounds similar.” He combed his hair out of his face with his hands, removing his shirt. “Sea. S-E-A. Big, wet, and salty.”
“BIG WET!” Monica was cheering and splashing, kicking her way up and down the shore, jumping into the waves and coming out a dozen meters away and then making her way back to the shore.
“It’s the sea.” He couldn’t help but smile, watching as she slapped the water with her huge paws, creating a billowing tower of water and foam to rise at least a dozen meters into the air.
He put the low-end terrifying notion of how much force was packed into that strike and kept an easy-going smile.
“It’s the ocean.” The voice called from above, Kiara leisurely drifting down and sitting next to him. “Too far away from anything or anyone. Few ships go through here.”
“So chock-full of dangerous ferals?”
“Just like everywhere else.” Her eyes weren’t on Monica. The Succubus’ gaze appeared more focused on trailing the waves as they crashed into the shore. “Likely they’ve been scared off, though. The rush must have eaten everything available near the shore.”
Rick looked at the waves, then at her. “How can you tell?”
“There’s nothing in the waves.” She pointed. “Usually there’s at least the odd Sprite.”
“Maybe Monica scared them off.”
“Doubtful.” Kiara shook her head, turning to eye him with a slight smirk. “You’re drenched. Maybe you’d want to take your clothes off?” Her gaze trailed over him in a distinctly predatory way.
“You’re hungry, huh?”
She leaned closer, hand reaching over to caress his shoulder. “Maybe a little more than that…” Gold eyes locked to his, her hand gently pushing his back into the sand, the Succubus moving in closer so that she could pin him down.
Rick grinned. “Careful with the splash.”
The momentary confusion turned to shock and horror as she was yanked away and flung into the sea. Monica stared with ample amount of self-satisfaction as the Succubus swore and sank into the waves. “No horny time.” The feline declared, looking at Rick with a dangerous glint in her eyes.
“I understand.” He raised his hands, playing the role of innocent bystander.
“Play time.”
His eyes widened with concern. Uh oh.
She reached down, pulling him up by the shirt. “Rick train swim.”
“I know how to swim.” He quickly proclaimed, grabbing hold of her claws as her arm tensed. “BUT!”
Monica hesitated, looking at the water, then at him with narrowed eyes. “But?”
“Don’t throw me like you did Kiara or I will break,” he said, quickly relaxing a little as he pointed up into the air. “Throw me a little up. Gently, into the water.”
She eyed him for a moment, and with a flick of her tail, caught a stone. “Like this?” She grasped the rock and gently tossed it into a high arch that fell into the sea with a little plop.
“Yeah, just like-AAAAAHHHH!!!”
He was flying, body spinning in the air as gravity quickly lay claim. Rick did the only thing he could think of, curling into a ball, drawing breath, and plunge. He was underwater in the next instant, bubbles and light, with the sandy bottom still within sight.
It was down there that he spotted Kiara looking up at him with a smirk, a bubble wrapping her head. The conspicuously naked Succubus used her wings to swim up at him, catching him in her grasp and pulling him down.
Rick clutched his mouth, trying to keep his breath.
Kiara’s amusement was apparent as she held him by the shirt, looking at him with a mischievous twinkle. The iron grip remained, and he could see what her plan was, so he leaned into her, breaking the surface of the bubble with his face.
The breath was cut short with the kiss.
Then she shoved him away, waving off and winking as she swam further away from the shore. The speed she was moving with clearly was one not meant for him to follow, so Rick didn’t, going up to the surface.
Monica was waiting for him, excitedly grinning from ear to ear.
“Again!” he declared the moment he stepped on the sand. “But this time not from the shirt or it might rip.”
By the time others were reaching the beach, the duo had figured out a way to make the launch procedure safer… ish. Mostly in that the victim of choice would stand on Monica’s palm and curl into a cannonball, so that she could then throw.
And the maiden had quite the throwing arm.
The couple of Goblins that showed up excitedly joined in. Then came the Orcs, Mousegirls, and Doggirls, and by the time Urtha had shown her face, the various tribe members had a line of eager volunteers to be thrown into the sea. While the Orcs were competing with one another to see who could get their cargo the furthest from the shore.
Dia caught sight of the glare before Rick could even speak up. “I’ve set up a rotation of guards with the ones keeping watch over the tribe,” the healer proclaimed. “And the water maidens are working as lookouts.”
“Do you think that would placate me?”
“Do you want to play in the launch games?” Rick asked, giving Dia a warning look. “I bet you’d give Monica a run for her money.”
“She is stronger.” Urtha spoke after just a moment of observation, shaking her head. “I would need to wait for her to tire.”
He looked at the Orc as she remained near them, but didn’t sit. He could almost taste the tension within her, that knot of uncertainty. “Would you like to build a sand castle, then?”
“A castle of sand?”
“Exactly that.” Rick sat up. “Just wet sand and more sand, and make a castle with it.”
Urtha’s thick brows furrowed. “That… sounds childish.”
He shrugged. “Sand is fragile and crumbles easily if mishandled. Consider it a test of skill.” A sly smile followed. “Or are you scared a little human will be better at it than you?”
With a scoff, she stomped her foot once. “Show me.”
“I’ll join in!” Dia said. “It’s been a while since I’ve played mud-walls.”
“The what now?”
“It’s a game we healers played when little helped give us finer control over our power.” She crouched down, grabbing a handful of wet sand and proceeding to carefully lay it down in the shape of a very thin tube. A tube no thicker than a straw, and tall enough to reach her knee. “The trick is in pushing the water away at the right time.”
Rick and Urtha shared a worried glance.
Two hours later, things had escalated… a little.
It turned out that the Orc’s ability to make wood nearly as tough as steel could be applied to sand to just enough of a degree that Urtha had made a box tower about two meters on the side and five tall. Rick, working with a knife, carved out details on the tower.
Mostly windows and bricks.
Dia, on the other hand, had built a miniature replica of the fortified city of Balet. Devoid of any details, the city was a configuration of boxes roughly knee height.
It was when some maidens that had tired of the Monica-Launcher™ had gathered to watch that things escalated. With Mousegirls quickly getting recruited by Dia so that they could turn the sand boxes into detailed houses, and Urtha recruiting other Orcs so that they could put together a second tower.
Somewhere along the way, Sheel had shown up to set up an impromptu grill service.
Rick got his fill as he watched the competition unfold, recovering his energy and feeling exhausted in a good way. He caught sight of Kiara emerging from the sea, sans clothes. The Succubus took one look at the gathering, and eventually locked on to him.
The alluring blue-haired Succubus shifted her walk, tucking away tiredness and presenting only assuredness and grace. Her ample hips swayed with a mesmerizing rhythm, tail punctuating every step with a flick. The maiden made a show of pushing her sky-blue hair over her shoulder, presenting her bare chest for him to drink in.
There was a twinkle of enjoyment in her golden eyes when his gaze locked on to her body. A sly smile played on her lips, seductive and coy.
As she reached him, the succubus knelt down and whispered in his ear, her voice soft and alluring. “Is this spot taken?”
Rick felt his throat dry, and he coughed a little. “Sure.”
Kiara grinned wider, taking his lap, tail reaching under his shirt to caress his chest. “It is very comfortable.” She punctuated her words by grinding against herself against his crotch a little. “You seem thrilled to see me.”
He wrapped his hands around her midriff, pulling her against his chest, ignoring the slight discomfort of her wings. “Be warned that Monica is looking our way,” he whispered. “Engage and you will get launched. She’s gotten great at it.”
The tail twitched. “Noted.” Her tone was begrudging. “I meant to ask, are you familiar with… this? The sea? The ocean? The depths?”
“I’ve been on my fair share of boats, and went diving in a reef once.” He admitted freely. “And I’ve flown over the clouds in one of the most boring technological marvel my world built.” A little chuckle followed. “But I think you were meaning to lead this somewhere else?”
Kiara shifted, staring over her shoulder for a moment. “I’d like to hear more about your world sometime.” Her voice held an edge of hesitation to it, and Rick had the distinct impression she was trying to hold something back. “But yes, I was meaning to lead the conversation to this.”
The tone was gone; the look was gone, replaced by smug satisfaction as she held up a blue gemstone. The object was the size of a pearl and a deep, glimmering blue.
“An impure elemental stone.” The Succubus declared. “Take it.”
Rick obliged, lifting it to get a better look. Light wavered and refracted within the sphere, adding a shimmer that made it look as if there was a tiny sea contained within. Twisting and shifting the stone did not make the illusion of change, making the little sphere appear like a looking-glass of some sort.
The refracted light swayed and shifted against his palm like an aurora.
“It’s… this is really impressive.” He declared after a moment, glancing back at her.
“I stumbled onto this while looking for something else. It has some minor value, but is mostly useless since it has a very low purity.” She shrugged her lithe shoulders, trailing his jaw with her sharp nail. “Consider it compensation.”
He frowned a little. “Compensation for what?”
She shrugged, beating her wings once and hopping on to her feet. “I will go get myself a change of clothes and a snack.” She turned to leave. “You’re more than welcome to join.”
Rick could only chuckle. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m exhausted right now.”
“Have it your way.” The maiden vanished into the thicket, sauntering off to the tribe. “If you’ve got nothing better to do, pay some attention to the little leech. Wouldn’t want her to feel neglected, now would we?”
Where had that come from? Rick watched her go, taking a moment to stand up and check that the little get-together was going nowhere. From there, he turned his focus inwards and sought the bond to Eva. It was tougher than he’d expected, especially with the noise from all the other bonds trying to drown out everything.
He found her sitting on a rock, at the very edge of the sandy shore, staring off at the setting sun. The maiden had her knees tucked against her chest, body covered under her black cape, only her red eyes and pale face exposed to the sunlight.
She noticed his approach, but didn’t react.
Rick took a spot next to her, not quite within arm’s reach. “You’ve avoided talking with me. Anything I should worry about?” His question caused the intended result. Eva looked at him with wide eyes. “Don’t look at me like that. I know you don’t like small-talk, and this is just about the most important subject I could think of.”
The Fledgling turned away. “True.” She acknowledged. “I cannot answer your question, sir.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Can’t.” She hugged her knees, turning away and towards the horizon.
Was she hesitating to take a stance, or was she unsure of what stance to take to begin with? Rick nodded a little. “If it’s any consolation, it’s weird for me, too.” He lay back on the stone, looking at the orange clouds above. “Especially with how stiff you’re acting.”
“The Wildling-King calls me his property, and then complains he is treated with the due formalities?” Eva glared.
“Point taken.” Rick sighed. “I just expected that you’d learn from the others.”
“I cannot compare myself to the monster that is Monica or Kiara, nor consider myself to hold a fraction of the trust you give Dia,” she summarized. “I am a Fledgling. Anywhere within the kingdom, a slip of the tongue, a mistake, or a perceived fault would earn me severe punishment.” The maiden glowered, then sighed. “I myself have given such for less.”
“So you don’t know what to expect from me, but will avoid talking with me about those expectations.”
The glare intensified. “I would trust you of all would understand the matter is not that simple.”
“You’re not calling me sir.” He replied with an arched brow, watching her flinch. “I don’t want to insult your intelligence, but it seems like you’re intentionally running on a groundless hypothesis. So my question would be, why have you kept at it?”
She deflated with a sigh. “I don’t know.”
Rick reached out, ruffling her hair. “Well, while you think about it, how about spending some actual time together with the others? Brooding didn’t get you the answer you were looking for, so how about trying to change the pace a little?”
The glare intensified. “I was not brooding. What do you take me for? I am older than you! I was the head of a noble house of great prestige!” She shot to her feet, glaring, lips curling into a snarl.
Rick stepped closer, directly into her personal space. “Evangeline.” He declared, his tone holding only the barest edge to it.
The Fledgling flinched, looking away, hands hiding under her cape. “You are right.” She spoke, deflating. “I… am Evangeline now.”
She moved to kneel, to lower herself, but his hand on her chin held her in place. He raised her gaze so that they would meet eyes. “The only line you stepped over was baring your fangs at me. Nothing else.”
He wanted to step away, to turn around and go to the beach with the others. But something else held him in place as he looked down to those ruby red eyes, the way she trembled against his palm, how she inhaled deeply and her eyelids fluttered. The maiden leaned into his touch, taking a hesitant step closer.
“Th-this…” Eva stammered, swallowing.
Rick leaned closer. “This is your chance to step away.”
She didn’t.
The Fledgling followed the gentle tug of his palm, raising herself to her tiptoes, leaning into the kiss. She froze, opening her mouth a little and scratching his lips with her fangs in hunger. They pierced, only enough to draw a drop of blood, only enough to make him flinch.
Eva recoiled, eyes wild, face beet read. “I, no, I-… This isn’t…”
The maiden vanished into the shadows before he could say anything. He could sense her quickly making an escape through the darkness. The human was left mostly amused at the reaction, chuckling as he took the long way back to the others.
He could understand why Kiara found entertainment out of teasing the Fledgling. Idly, he wondered if they could exchange some notes.
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Hello, I'm back, kinda.
Things have been a monumental mess over on my end. Lots of things happened over the past couple months.
I'll be clear: Reddit isn't a convenient place to post stories. Yes, there's a community, but the website is very clearly designed for other kinds of content creators. Story writing is more of a "Despite" thing. Combined with the upcoming policy changes ^{(what with the site being sold off and wanting to coerce users into their App, at the cost of all else}), I don't think I'll be sticking around.
The story will continue being regularly posted over at Royalroad and Scribblehub.
There's practically a full volume already posted over there. Seriously, as a writer I can't stress enough just how monumentally important the post-scheduler is for me. My life is far too chaotic and sometimes I spend weeks without time or energy to prepare the posts, and then just dump 15 of them into the auto-loader.
I will try to get the next full volume (up to chapter... 62?) posted here throughout the next couple weeks, and unless something changes, I'll mostly stick to those other sites from there onward.
See you guys around, and thanks for sticking this long with the story.

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[Standard Patreon Link].

Chapter Three: The Golden Path
A short distance from the camp, they stand beneath wide spaced eucalypts.
The implacable, nameless Warden. A mysterious, masked witch. And with them, raw and uncertain, Gilander.
Gilander swallows and recalls the first time he was named Wayfinder. The nightmare that ensued. And he swears a silent oath.
No more half measures. No more failures. Not this time.
The Warden flexes, testing his bandaged shoulder, then nods approvingly to the witch.
“My thanks, Aostlah. Did you bring the potions?”
Her porcelain facade turns to Gilander. The smooth white mask bears the faint rise of cheek and chin, the shadow of a nose and an unnerving, eyeless gaze.
“The boy is weak, I mislike this gambit.” Her voice is sharp.
The Warden dismisses her remonstrance with narrowed eyes. “He is stronger than you think.”
“Begging your pardon, Mistress Aostlah, but I want to help. I can do this.”
The witch nods slowly. A gloved hand reaches into one of the many pockets of her moss-green cloak, and she withdraws two lacquered gourds.
“This elixir will lend you strength and sharpen your senses.”
The Warden pulls the stopper and drains his in one smooth motion.
Gilander sniffs suspiciously. It smells like cinnamon and grass. With a grimace, he downs the oily fluid.
“Come,” says the Warden.
Leaving Aostlah to clear away her things, they venture further through the open scrub. They take a path leading up, toward the apex of the ridge they are camped on.
“When sunlight fails, the darkness in the forest will rise again. This time it will take us all. We must reach safety today.”
The witch’s brew roils unreasonably in Gil’s stomach as they climb. The gash on his arm throbs, and within the wound the tiny stone pulls like a magnet as the Warden moves ahead. Gilander’s ears start to buzz and his blood begins to sing in his veins.
They stop at an open stretch of granite that looks down across the valley.
“See that?” The Warden points across the thick canopy. On the other side of a low valley, a treeless plateau rises above the sylvan chaos. “Open your senses to the forest, Gilander.”
Gil breaths deep, a slow blink. When he opens his eyes, his vision has widened. His Talent is a whisper raised to a shout.
The Warden’s steady heartbeat pulses to his right, and he can feel others in the near distance. Small creatures scurry through the bushes around them. Birds flit among the branches.
“Ah. I’ve never felt the presence of other creatures like this. Is this what it’s like for the real Vilt?
Rather than answer, the Warden mutters in a strange, wistful tone. “When they learned of the Dusklands, Clan Vilt abandoned the Islands.”
A frown clouds Gil’s brow. His father’s words echo in his memory.
Filthy beast! No son of mine could have such treacherous blood!
“Relax, boy. Reach down. Life dwells within the land beneath.”
Gil inhales, tries to sort the deluge flooding his senses. It’s like listening for a breeze while standing in pouring rain. He has long suppressed his meager abilities, but now the floodgates are open.
He draws it in. Relax.
“It’s like we’re standing in a stream… some kind of power… flowing…”
“Good man.” Pride colours the Warden’s voice, “Now, listen close.”
Beneath the roaring blood in his ears, he hears the droning chant of a thousand voices. A song?
It is a language he cannot speak. But somehow, the music lifts meanings and memories into his mind.
“Ridge between two valleys,
where stone meets sky,
where ghost trees stand,
Dig-for-water.”
“I hear music, a song about this place”
“A tool of the Numani, forged over ages. A gift the Vilt can share through their Talent. You must find a way through the web of memories. We need you trace a path across the valley.”
Flecks of his soul rise from his skin and join the flux. Gil explores the stream. He begins to drift, then swim. He twists through the undergrowth. Explores hills and burrows. Creatures slumber, hidden in their holes. Lizards scale trees, and birds flit through the canopy. Predators stalk shadowed trails.
He pictures the plateau in his mind and rides the tumbling flow, gliding past forks and tributaries. Deadfalls and ravines form dead-ends and he doubles back. Avoids the hungry patience of lurking carnivores. Most trails have a soft golden glow, others are dark and harbour shadowy threats. And Gil senses a deeper darkness somewhere behind them. A taint in the flow.
Hunger without need.
He recoils from the starving black and refocuses, chasing golden paths, back and forth, until he finds the song of the plateau.
“Clear above the Tangle,
place without shade,
red dirt, red stones,
One-tree-hill.”
He looks back across the valley and recalls Dig-for-water, and he is swept back to his body.
The glowing track lingers in his vision, a crooked line snaking across the valley. “I see the way!” he gasps.
“Well done, Gilander,“ the Warden grins and claps his shoulder. “Now for the hard part.”
^WC-843

With the recent sensation that the comedian Jocelyn has brought I’ve posted some comments and been criticized for it.
From my other reddit account I have alluded that Malaysians are more cultured than Singaporeans and received backlash from u/Neutral like Sweden.
I apologise for my words and I may have typed out of anger because I still hold that resentment from when I was studying in Australia, I have been looked down by one Malay Singaporean girl but ironically, my Singaporean friends who helped me with my assignments were.. all Chinese. My only fault with that girl was probablytrying to befriend her.
I joined Malaysia and Bolehland in the hopes of being updated with news articles, but how wrong I was. This sub affected my mental health. I think I’ll stick to reading newspapers.
Because along the way, I have seen some attack towards Islam.
Religious fanatics, nonsensical protest towards Jocelyn, nonsensical raids of watches promoting LGBT, not letting people have fun.
But PAS is the only Islam bastion I know, and I at least join Ikram and awhile back ISMA.
I listen to songs but I don’t go to concerts, because I feel guilty going to one.
I sing in my room but I don’t go to karoke, I don’t feel comfortable with the idea of being in a dark room.
I had gay friends in Australia but I don’t support LGBT, because my religion teaches me not to.
Maybe my other fellow Malaysians don’t know of the prophecy that our Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said, the army to help Imam Mahdi and Jesus Christ/ Isa a.s. will be the Muslims from the East. Itulah anak dan cucu aku. My children and grandchildren will be among them, hopefully as generals, not cannon fodder.
I read a news article trying to placate Malays about having this fear. Admittedly in the administrative capacity, majority are held by Malays, but if we were to say the top 10 richest people in Malaysia… you know who they are.
At the end of times, when the battle is near, and the army from Esfahan arises, if I’m still alive, hopefully, just like my Chinese friends who I’m grateful for so much for helping me with my assignments in Uni, I hope I know who’s going to help me.
So, with this, I’m gonna leave this subreddit and pursue my other hobbies.

Hi.
I’m creating a set with tracks and starting form the mid of my set most tracks become out of sync when I warp them with the previous tracks… I do the complex, warp straight, warping method.
Is this because the bpm of some of the tracks I a lot higher than the bpm of the project?
I’m manually setting warp points now… If someone can give me some advise on this?
Kind regards.

Ive listened to some of his songs and it just doesn't make sense to me, his lyrics are repetitive, his vocals are probably the worst ive heard in years, his beats are all forgettable trap beats that go "hard" with nothing else to them, and he prioritizes quantity over quality.
Personally I think he's the most overrated artist right now and he's trying to get more relevancy by dissing other rappers like I understood the Drake and Durk diss but he threw J. Cole in there (even though he was the one who left him waiting in the studio for 8 hours to make something and didnt show up) and straight up called Yachty a (British word for cigarette with no other context).
I wouldn't mind people recommending me a GOOD song by him but at this point I'm literally praying for his downfall.
After all I said theres one very important thing to remember. Music is art, not entertainment. You should be entertained by the art and meaning in a song and not get caught up in what "sounds cool" NBA Youngboys songs from what I've heard are not at all art and don't even sound like what a human could remotely consider "good" it follows no rules to music or even rap in some cases. To me he's just the teenage white boys pick for rapper that makes them feel the most cool or "hard".

Background:
My puppy is named Tikaani, she's 4 months old and I've had her for two months. Shes a rescue husky mix (maybe some German shepherd?) And very clever.
She's been good about her potty training for a little over a month, only one accident that was entirely my fault for forgetting to turn my alarm back on. Previously accidents were dealt with with a stern no, brief kenneling while I cleaned up, and nothing else. She still gets treats every time she goes potty outside to cement the idea that outside potty is good.
I have the kitchen/dining room baby gated off because she's a trash gremlin and will attempt to tip the bin. She does not like it much when I am behind the baby gate, even when I'm standing right in front of her and leaning over it to pet her anyway. She often does 'no' behaviors when I am behind the baby gate which I'm assuming is a 'bad attention is better than no attention' thing? I'm trying to head this off using snack distractions and crate training.
Anyway, I usually eat behind the baby gate to keep her from ingesting people food that is bad for her. Before getting Tikaani I would usually eat in the living room.
Current issue:
I decided to try eating in the living room again. I thought maybe she'd like it better that I was with her instead of behind the baby gate, and also she should start getting used to people eating around her without getting anything herself because that happens in life.
The first time was lunch, I feed Tikaani about half an hour before I eat so our eating times are completely separated in her brain. Before I feed her, I take her outside to pee and she does. She drink a little bit of water when she comes back inside. Feeding takes fifteen minutes because I throw her food all over the room for her to chase and sniff out because it uses up some of her wild energy and slows her eating and she loves it. After I take her out again, she pees again.
I spend fifteen more minutes making my own lunch while distracting Tikaani with small bouts of training. When I have my food I decide to sit in a chair and put my plate on the ottoman. She's been really good about leave it, so I was pretty confident this would be fine, and for the most part it was. She didn't seem to like that I was eating, she barked angrily at my food and I had to resort to saying no and nudging her away from the ottoman until she understood that she was not supposed to get too close to my food.
About halfway through eating, she huffs (which she seems to do when she's frustrated or mad at me for something) and walks across the room, jumps on the couch, and pees on two throw pillows and the couch cushion while looking directly at me.
Obviously I shoot up and start no-ing as soon as I realize, but it's already done so I just sigh and kennel her so I can clean up.
(Side note: she also hates when I clean. It doesn't matter if it's vacuuming, sweeping, wiping up a spill with a paper towel, she despises it. She sees me using any of these things, she screams. I've introduced each of the things to her and she's fine with them when they're not being used (even the vacuum when it's on). So that's baffling to me.)
I crate her for dinner and later, after I kennel her for the night, I do an extra bit of cleaning for the couch just to make extra sure it's not gonna be a problem.
The next day I decide to try again for breakfast. Almost the same song and dance, she drinks a little water, I take her out to pee, she does, I bring her in, feed her, take her back out to poop, she does and also pees a little, bring her back in. I spend fifteen minutes making brakfast and this time, I sit on the couch to eat. To be clear, she has not had any more water since the first step. She barks angrily at my food, I gently nudge her away from it with no's and leave-it's. Halfway through she huffs, jumps up on the couch right next to me (approximately same place as last time, but thoroughly and enzymatically cleaned), and pees while staring me in the face.
So now I'm at a loss. Why exactly is she doing this? Logically I know that protest peeing isn't a thing, but damn if it doesn't feel like she's protesting me eating in front of her without sharing 😅😅
Anyway, can anyone give me ideas on why she might actually be doing this?

I just can’t help to think of that song “it’s cool when they do it it’s a problem when I do it” when it comes to these rodents because they can make fun of or talk about people on their podcast or in general but when it’s done to them it’s a problem? 🤣 Im not a big fan of fly but watching that video made my night and p^ssy t (trevon) calling someone a child when this weirdo is the most childish person with helga . Considering I know you ALL lurk on this page . That’s what each and every one of you get . Shit the only reason you got a bf is because yeast stand did which is weird and stank you need validation from any man child who will give it to you which says a lot about you . For crying out loud you have a video of him spitting in your mouth 🤮🤮🤮 p^ssy T you’re not even cute to be talking shit about ANYone let alone Rach you are a maid to shit and are proud of that . Helga you have no right to talk about anyone either because where’s your kid when you’re live talking about people ? I’ve seen on live your kid with a full diaper and you did nothing that’s neglect baby but you’re so far stuck up these nasty ass girls that you don’t see you are a maid to probably why no one wants you either and to body shame ANY one let alone rach look in the mirror babe your insecurities are showing

In the game, Intoners are people that are able to use very powerful magic via the power of the song powered by an evil alien influence within them. They can summon huge monsters they call angels (but go from zombies to robots to daemon dragons).
They can create shockwaves and shields by yelling.
While I don't think it can be done in a single pf2e build they are also skilled melee fighters, being able to use melee weapons like swords, chacrams, claws etc and enter a temporary frenzied state with empowered unnarmed attacks that also protects them.
I was thinking about making a summoner either Angel or Undead for divine spellcasting that has access to some early sound based cantrips and spells. For feats the ones that make the eidolon bigger I guess.
I'm quite new at pf2 and the feats and dedication system still overwhelms me. Can you guys help me with this build?

☆ Hello there and welcome to C2kworldwide ! ☆
This subreddit was made to focus on the modern side of the Y2k movement: the C2k! (Cosmic2k/Cyber2k)
The Y2k movement as we know it today does have C2k elements, but the line is too blurry to say, it's too focused on the past and less on the present and future; so this subreddit is there to break this line, and focus on the modern elements in hope it could create a new generational movement.
C2k is colorful and overall quite positive (but not blind to troubled times), with a large palette of color and has the futuristic touch that we should've already attained by now but sadly didn't.
Mostly, the recurring aesthetic themes are space and technology; sunglasses and headphones are common items in term of fashion (but I hope you don't wear headphones only for fashion ;) ), we also can't deny that its aesthetic mainly comes from 90s Japanese fashion. It's also a lifestyle, it brings style, connection, culture and authenticity to our lives.
If you want an idea of C2k, take a look at those games : Jet Set Radio Future, Space Channel 5, Bomb Rush Cyberfunk...
If you want an idea of C2k music, take a look at this Spotify playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5KhC2yqGqrSERgAVKofYVD?si=iLLdCN4OT_ygbPg7RAGVTg
If you know songs that would fit the vibe, don't hesitate to DM it to me, I'll take a look at it!
If you're an artist, don't be afraid to share what you make that relates to C2k, that could be music just like art and design! Originality is key.
Most importantly, be yourself and don't look too far in the past, the future is now ! ☄️
☆Have a nice day everyone! ☆

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105 is the number of years i wanna spend with you
You gave me something true to believe the only thing I need
and I do because I want to
the distance is too much to measure out loud but I keep tracing patterns
of where the lines overlap
My heart is yours but you don’t want it and i wonder if i'm to blame
so here i lay wondering when someone will end this 4/4 beat
Why won’t this song stop?

Hi all! Hope someone with knowledge within EDM could help me out here. In the clip below there's a song which I know I've heard before but for the life of me can't seem to find, I've tried using Shazam and Soundhound but I think the talking is making it hard for the apps to hear the song. I'm fairly certain it is pretty new, probably from the last few years but I might be wrong.
Here's the clip, clip starts at 19.12 in case the timestamp does not work. And please dont judge me on the content of the video, I'm not here for debates, I just want to know the name of the song :D