Me Looking At All The Sticks I Have Stored In My Cars Trunk

I'm so normal about Chalk Tablet Towers by Gorillaz. I'm so completely normal about how if you switch the perspective, you can turn it into a story about the original narrator's loved one trying to reassure them in rehab to not give in to self destructive tendencies.

Or if you want it to be even more depressing, the loved one reminiscing on what they should have said to prevent the narrator from dying.

I love the original lyrics and how well the isolation of the song is written. At the same time, I think there's something so painfully beautiful about the idea of the narrator feeling shame and like they have to isolate themself for being in rehab. Then, the loved ones' perspective works as a response to this.

No, the narrator doesn't actually want to hurt themself. They want to come home. If they leave, they aren't just hurting themself. No, the narrator does not need to worry about everyone abandoning them. The loved one still cares for them regardless of their mental state, and they say this in a way where the loved one feels it should be obvious how much they care.

So many times in media and writing, characters struggling are often depicted as all alone and only able to help themselves. While it is true that it is ultimately up to the person struggling to make the choice to save themself, I think the reminder that there are still people there to support them is important. It gives some hope.

I love call and response songs (To Binge and Souk Eye or the English and Spanish versions of Latin Simone for example), and I love the idea that even if two characters aren't communicating face to face, they're still trying to speak to one another, which is what I feel when switching the perspective on Chalk Tablet Towers.

I'll attach the og lyrics with my own response lyrics below here. There really isn't much change, but I feel like the differences in how the narrators feel is important.

My own:

Chalk tablet towers like drawing shadows

Chemical distraction, you are not with me

You departed in the spring to a distant star

But you could not get back, you had gone too far (oh-oh-oh-oh)

You wanna get drunk?

You wanna get stoned?

You wanna give up?

You wanna come ho-o-o-ome.

Watching rockets take off

From the parting sea

How will I ever touch you

If you are not with me? (oh-oh-oh-oh, out here)

There's only silence (out there)

No form of contact (out here)

You am dreaming

Looking into the darkness (oh-oh-oh-oh)

Home (Home)

Home (Home)

Home (Homе)

Home (Home)

Home (Homе)

Home (Home)

Home (Home)

Home (Home)

You say you won't be back 'til the end of summer

Y'know I'll still be here.

I won't give up on you, darling

You know that I care

I don't need no trophies

No cell with a view

There's nothing I wouldn't give

One minute with you, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

You, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

You, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Original:

Chalk tablet towers like drawing shadows

Chemical distraction, you are not with me

I departed in the spring to a distant star

But I could not get back, I had gone too far (oh-oh-oh-oh)

I wanna get drunk

I wanna get stoned

I wanna give up

I wanna go ho-o-o-ome

Watching rockets take off

From the parting sea

How will I ever touch you

If you are not with me? (oh-oh-oh-oh, out here)

There's only silence (out here)

No form of contact (out here)

I am dreaming

Looking into the darkness (oh-oh-oh-oh)

Home (Home)

Home (Home)

Home (Homе)

Home (Home)

Home (Homе)

Home (Home)

Home (Home)

Home (Home)

I won't be back 'til the end of summer

Will you still be there?

I won't give up on you, darling

Just tell me that you care

I don't need no trophies

No cell with a view

There's nothing I wouldn't give

One minute with you, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

You, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

You, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh.

Alright, thanks for coming to my not so eloquently written Ted talk.

Do your tics affect phantom limbs (if applicable)? /gen q. I get tics when I'm adapting to a new schedule (I do not have tourettes), and if my shoulders or back gets them, my wings also get them.

Hmmm I haven't ever thought to connect them before but looking back? Kinda? A majority of my tics are motor tics and sometimes when I do a full body shudder it feels like I'm shaking out my fur. Or sometimes when I move my head a lot while experiencing a phantom shift I can feel my ears move.

My tail or ears might twitch but I never thought of it as my tics more as just my body reacting to my environment. Could be a blend of both though!

I will say my vocal tics ARE affected when I'm shifted. I get all chittery and twitch a lot more. I usually try to suppress a lot of my vocal tics, so I think it's nice that when I'm shifted, I feel comfortable enough to just let my voice do whatever. Some of it is my own voluntary vocals, and some of it is just my tics doing what they do.

I love talking to people! My only rules are that if you're a minor, I'd prefer if you didn't dm me

(unless you want to ask a question or would like advice on something, but you're also welcome to just ask me that through my ask box. If you just want to say hi, feel free to do so under one of my posts, I'd he happy to respond :])

Adults are free to reach out to me either through dms or posts!

Im havin such a hard time makin Therian & Otherkin friends, i have no idea who’s ok with messaging & inbox rambles & who isn’t!

So if you’re a Therian or Otherkin & you’re ok with critters invading your inbox and/or DMing you, reblog this post or drop a comment!

Chalica falling on finals week is a sick joke. How am I to spread all my good will when I have to pull 2 all nighters in a row to get everything submitted in time 😔

I will simply celebrate this week.

I just wanna carry my frog and raccoon plushies in my pockets :(

I need carrying around a stuffed animal friend to be normalized

Real as fuck

Yearning to sit at the edge of a forest and stare at people in the distance with my big glowing eyes.

Mosab Abu Toha

▪︎ Palestinian poet

Me when mm cold.

When you live in a normally hot climate, but the weather is starting to noticeably get cooler

If you can't tell, I'm having a grand time

NOW PLAY RADIOACTIVE >:[

>YOURE LISTENING TO

>*reverb growl effect*

> 105

>*guitar shredding in the background*

>WEREWOLF FM

>*multiple wolf barks with sick riffs*

> WE ONLY LISTEN TO THE HOTTEST HOWLS ON THE AIR

>*various howl overlays*

>THIS ISNT YOUR TYPICAL LYCANTHROPE STATION

>*explosion stock audio*

I always found shifting in school to be the worst. I always felt too awkward and wrong and out of place. I couldn't focus on my math when all I wanted to do was run. I couldn't sit through my biology class without practically chewing through my pencil. I was always a nervous kid, and then on top of that I had to walk around and pretend like I couldn't feel my claws and fangs.

It got even worse as it got colder. I felt so vulnerable tucked into a classroom, like I never had enough to shield me away from the world. I'd never go to school without a jacket, and it still only helped so much. Sometimes, I'd wear fingerless gloves or bring little trinkets I could roll around in my hand. They helped.

Being an adult can suck, but I was a teenage werewolf (shapeshifter, but for the sake of the pun), and that shits rough.