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I feel like this could've came out better but i like it overall^^

Deviant art: WildfireOwO

Favorite drawings of six and mystic kid(My au)

You cannot exactly own the pain of empathy, it's not one's own to claim. It is felt nevertheless, especially when that hurt belongs to someone for whom you'd come to care over half a lifetime. What difference then does distance, or any unknowns, make when someone's work has sustained your joy, or even relieved the hurts so often that have been yours alone to bear.  I needed to sort these feelings out for myself today; touch that part of Robin Williams that will always remain alive so long as memory lives. This was to be my own private way to reassure myself of the gifts he's left behind. The same reason I think so many have been rewatching his performances, appreciating them all the more all over again. He could not in one lifetime look into all the laughing faces or grasp every grateful hand, but Robin Williams touched us all. This sponcom is how I've acknowledged my second-hand hurts and dried my tears. Now I share it to honor a happier memory and say goodbye to a friend I never met.

Happy Birthday, Dear Mr. Robert Carlyle! Last year I wanted to write a tone poem for an actor friend (on the occasion of his achieving a most venerable age). I was motivated, but very rusty, and lacked a start to get the project going. Luckily I happened upon your reading of Robert Burns' "Thou Gloomy December" (before its removal from YouTube). Many of the words of the poem were beyond my ken, but the way they were uttered made it plain. In Burns' example I found what I needed for my project. It's strange to say that such a chilly poem would bring warm memories, but it did. Your reading also had me remembering a childhood fascination with all things Scottish that began with the love of a long ago great aunt. She looked and sounded like Findlay Currie (in a house dress) and would hug any child within reach to her breast and hold them there until they ran out of air and stopped struggling. It was a joy to be reminded of the musical lilt in her manner of speech and the rhythm of a dour but great & loving heart. So with my thanks, if ever you find it awkward, or your admirers themselves are at a loss to express their fondness, I hope this little tribute will come to mind ...a reminder of the muse that can live in both an actor's voice and an audience's ear... What speaks for itself Needs no explaining It is what it is And there's no mistaking The words may be foreign But the meaning is not What speaks for itself Just sings from the heart ~Steff aka MysticKid ©2014 SAWiltse

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A darker turn on one of my favorite TV shows and a reminder of a dear friend and teacher who had once been a silent movie organist, made me rummage around for this little sponcom for pipe organ I had fun with one Halloween. It's a kind of fugue about being chased by an unknown terror ...will it .....get you!?