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greykolla-art · 2 years

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Hey kids! Look who’s come to visit!

It’s our good friend, TODD THE WRAITH!

Yaaaay!

#grey art #stargate atlantis #sga fanart #todd the wraith #I am very much in love with him also #rodney mckay #ronon dex #I mean that alternative timeline where ronon and him go out in a blaze of glory together!?#someone sedate me #everyone’s favourite vampire space elf

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spockvarietyhour · 6 months

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"Vegas" & "Enemy at the Gate"

#Stargate Atlantis #SGA #Vegas #Vegas (episode)#Enemy at the Gate #Rodney McKay #Rodney McKay (alternate)#alt rodney #vegas rodney #it's not a stargate rewatch rewatch #long post

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mymusicbias · 6 months

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#brandy #brandy norwood #rodney jerkins #darkchild #full moon #michael jackson #stacking #vocal stacking #modern alternative r & b #altetnative r & b #modern r & b #mmb #quincy jones #berry gordy #teddy riley

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void-botanist · 4 months

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Wrapped Scenelets No. 37: control

I'm writing scenelets for (most of) my Spotify Wrapped top 100 songs. Here's number 37, Rearview by Bad Suns.

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It was harder to take them down than she expected, but she had them in the dirt quickly enough thanks to the element of surprise. They were trying to wrestle her off, and they almost succeeded, before she landed the first punch. Did they really think she didn’t mean it? Fucker. They destabilized her, got a hit in that jostled her teeth, and then visibly regretted it once their nosebleed was all over her knuckles. She heard the other kids crowding around, not sure whether to cheer on the fighting or get someone to stop it. Not that it would matter either way, because her point would be made well enough in a few more hits.

Suddenly there were hands on her biceps and someone—no, two someones—pulling her off of her quarry.

“Isabel, stop.” Her sister was on her left somehow—she’d never pulled Isabel out of a fight before. Looking to her right made it clear what was different: that new kid, Spinder, was on her other arm. He was the stronger one, but her sister had the weight to balance things out. As soon as Isabel stumbled back to her feet, she threw them both off.

“That’s what you get when you’re a bitch to a Hendriss,” she said, stabbing a finger at the fucker sitting up to hold their bleeding nose. Without looking at anyone else, she turned and made her exit from the circle of assholes.

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Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

Scenelets wrapped taglist: @kk7-rbs

#alternate title: That's What You Get When I Let My Heart Win #I don't know Rodney's deadname and I don't want to know. but he's the sister here #this would have happened not that long after they moved to Antarac - before he figured out he was trans #c: Isabel #c: Rodney #c: Spinder #wip: nicea #<- close enough #rose writ #scenelets wrapped

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zero06iranosaurusrex · 1 year

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i've been waiting for trying dis glowing megane shit on this rabbit oh yeah,btw he is rodney rabbit,from the looney tunes show's best friend redux episode,but in my au ver,still one au with those penelope with violin

#my artwork #fanart #rodney rabbit #looney tunes #the looney tunes show #alternate universe

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trainofcommand · 1 year

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No Major Lorne today, but this photo made @hero-in-waiting write 'rich man's holiday card' and that made me write the thing below. So, if you're looking for Dr. Rodney McKay getting pissy, and a snowstorm, some cookies, and holiday not-cheer, then this might be a story for you. Also, please enjoy the photo.

#damn it's snowing out #like big time #i hope everyone is cozy #dr rodney mckay #colonel john sheppard #rodney hates the holidays #john lives in a big house #mckay/sheppard #mcshep #alternate universe

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riverageleis · 6 months

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sam Carter/Daniel Jackson (Stargate), Rodney McKay/John Sheppard Characters: Jennifer Keller, Cameron Mitchell (Stargate), Jack O'Neill, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex, Evan Lorne, Teal'c (Stargate), Vala Mal Doran Additional Tags: Alien sex pollen with a twist, Mutual Pining, background mcshep, But It's a Terribly Kept Secret, Mentions of Previous Sam/Jack, Mentions of previous Jack/Daniel, Stargate Atlantis Season 4 AU, There will be episode tags eventually, They are incredibly competent people except with each other, Fluff and Angst Summary:

Set somewhere in a Stargate Atlantis Season 4 alternate universe, Daniel ends up on Atlantis under Sam's leadership. We get some pretty typical Daniel stuff, but there are also some surprises. We get to see a depth of Sam's character not previously seen. Jack's influence on them both becomes more and more obvious as time goes on. With the help of Pegasus flora and, maybe even a nudge from Atlantis herself, Sam and Daniel find that maybe being more than friends isn't a terrible thing at all.

Note: There is absolutely no non-con/dub-con in this piece. That's the sex pollen twist.

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bagheerita · 2 years

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Stargate Atlantis: "Vegas"

#stargate atlantis vegas #stargate atlantis #richard woolsey #radek zelenka #rodney mckay #this is literally the only funny line in this episode #apparently robert picardo suggested it #and david nykl's expression sells it #alternate zelenka is the only person in this world I give a shit about. he's adorable

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lightthewaybackhome · 1 year

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Stargate-Atlantis S5: E19 Vegas

It's just shot so perfectly. Feels just like CSI.

Sheppard's wardrobe in this episode is excellent

Wraith have good taste in music. Not surprising.

Gambler: Aren't you a little out of your league here?

Sheppard: What are you, my mother?

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When alternate-Rodney shows up I want to cheer. Then he starts tearing Sheppard's life apart. When this Sheppard disobeyed orders, civilians and soldiers died, and he was dishonorably discharged. Poor man. No wonder he's so beat down.

Alternate Rodney: Somehow, you've managed to live with yourself since then.

This alternate Rodney knows there's a better, stronger, braver version of Sheppard, and he believes that Sheppard is still here in Solitary-Sheppard. For some reason, that is incredibly moving and I love Alternate Rodney for looking for that better man.

Alternate-Todd is so pitiable.

Oh man, the micro-expression on Sheppard's when Rodney tells him Todd is in his head.

It doesn't matter if you're in an alternate universe, Rodney and Radek will argue.

In case this Sheppard isn't breaking your heart enough, we find out the person he broke orders for in Afghanistan wasn't a buddy, but the woman he loved.

Alternate Rodney: Still, I'd like to believe you have the same strength of character.

😭😭😭

Rodney tells Solitary-John that in the other universe there is a team like his, except Sheppard leads it. Sheppard doesn't really believe him, but that tiny bit of hope painful cracks open his armor. He could be a better man, he could lead, he could be a hero.

In our universe, Sheppard is the man in black standing up for the weak.

In this universe, he's the Solitary Man, who dies for the world.

And that makes me so sad.

And then you have the moment, the moment where Solitary-John is running away with the cash, he puts it all together, looks at the cash, and then comes back. He comes back, because you can break this man, ruin him, run him over, and he'll get up and keep coming, he'll stand between, taking every shot, every blow, to save the world.

I find it beautiful that Sheppard is wearing a cross. It subtly tells us he's going to die to save others.

Just in case this show hasn't quite ripped my heart out enough, it's going to end this beautiful episode with Sheppard dying alone, but still a hero, even if the world would never know.

#stargate atlantis #john sheppard #sga #rodney mckay #Vegas #sga s5 #currently rewatching #alternate universe #the team #solitary man #the man in black #the only suicide mission Sheppard actually dies in #painful hope

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logicgunn · 1 year

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to bring you to my lips one more time

On AO3.

(please mind the tags)

John wakes from a deep, restful sleep to the sound of birdsong, carried in through the open window on a breeze that flutters the curtains. It’s a shade too cold in the room for all that the sun’s rays are painting rainbows on his pillow, but John’s warm where Rodney’s pressed up against his back; one arm over his waist and hot breath on his neck that hitches now that John can sense the stirrings of wakefulness behind him.

Last night wasn't a first for them, not by a long shot. Even so, there was a significance that he can't deny even if he can't quite articulate it.

He’s been married before, and he remembers his first wedding night being something special, but as time has worn away the sharp edges of the divorce, it has also chipped away at the rest of his memories of Nancy.

He can remember that she put on a mixtape and they swayed drunkenly together in the hotel room; a do-over of their first dance out from under the eyes of their families. He can remember the taste of Moët on her tongue. He can’t remember the colour of her garter or who made the first move. He can’t remember what they fought about in the cold light of morning. He knows it was his fault.

Last night, his second wedding night, was so free of familial expectation or inevitability and so full of the love of not just him and Rodney, but of the rest of their team, their friends, their city, even after they left Atlantis for a cabin on the mainland.

When Rodney slipped the ring on his finger, his hands were shaking and his vows were heavy with the weight of truth and promise. Not a promise of perfection or an idea of unattainable bliss, but of here and now, hope and intent.

When John's turn came, he lost his voice but not his nerve. Rodney didn't flinch when John's promises tumbled chaotically out of his throat, words tripping up over each other and punctuated by long silences. He was patient in a way he rarely is; a strong, unflappable tether to John's soaring heart.

And now, as Rodney's hand slides up his abdomen to his chest and settles over his ribs, John's moment of calm contentment shifts to something more fervent, and he turns over to catch Rodney gazing at him wide-eyed and speechless.

“Cat got your tongue?” he teases, but Rodney doesn’t say a thing, so John leans in and presses their lips together softly.

Things were gentle last night, more so than even their first time, but this early morning kiss turns hot and heavy fast, and John pushes Rodney onto his back and slides up over him with intent and need, arousal evident in them both. John grinds down and Rodney gasps and pushes up, the two of them still naked, still faintly sweaty and sticky and sleepy. It’s pure bliss.

But Rodney’s eyes are still wide open when John pulls back for breath, and he gets an uneasy feeling when Rodney lifts a hand to cup his cheek. It takes him a long moment to realise what’s gotten him spooked, but it’s irrefutable.

“Where...Rodney, where’s your ring?” he asks, knowing there’s a significance to the bare finger.

Rodney made such a fuss about the rings, about getting them perfect. He spent weeks discussing them with an Athosian metalworker. Nothing gaudy or showy because that’s just not who they are. Nothing conductive for obvious reasons, but also nothing too soft or too hard to avoid unexpected finger amputation. That he’s taken it off isn’t a safety issue, but it might be an emotional one, and John starts to panic that he’s changed his mind, that he’s realised marrying John was a great big mistake and—

“John?”

It’s not just the ring. The scar that marks Rodney’s temple—a constant reminder of the time John almost lost him to the deep blue sea—isn’t there, and the jagged pale line on his arm, a gift from Kolya, is on the wrong damn side.

John sits back. He doesn’t reach for the radio, not yet. He’s not in any danger here, and Rodney’s eyes are so full of pain and anguish that it makes his heart ache. He grasps Rodney’s reaching hand as a sob escapes Rodney’s throat and expands to the corners of the room, followed by another and another and a torrent of tears.

The devastation on Rodney’s face is written in blood. John woke up to a dream, but Rodney…he’s woken up to something else. John makes to slide off Rodney’s body, his thoughts turning to the location of his husband, but Rodney tugs him back and John goes easily, wrapping him up in his arms, rolling them onto their sides and letting him cry it out.

“Sorry,” Rodney sniffs.

“S’okay,” soothes John, running his hands up and down Rodney’s back.

"He's fine, I’m sure of that.”

This Rodney sounds as certain as his own would. It’s enough to drop John’s worry down into something less urgent. There’s no way this man is faking his anguish…his grief. And that’s exactly what it is, John realises. The pain of loss…too naked and too big to be swallowed down or simulated.

“You’ve been gone for so long,” whispers Rodney.

“Gone?” asks John, but he has an inkling this Rodney’s John hasn’t taken a sabbatical.

“Dead.”

It's not a surprise, John's had so many close calls in this universe, there's no way all the other Johns have been so lucky. Still, it's a little hard to hear, hard to take. Not just for himself, but for all the Rodneys out there that love him like this and maybe the ones that don't love him quite the same too.

"I should contact Atlantis," he says. Radek will know what to do to get both Rodneys back where they belong.

“Wait,” says Rodney. “Please. Don’t go.”

“Okay.”

John lets Rodney slide a leg in between his, let him run his hands over his face, his shoulders, his back, his ass. It’s intimate, loving, a little sexual, but John doesn't mind. Rodney’s gaze follows his hands, across John’s face and body like he’s memorising him, fingertips pressing into all his hollows and palms curving up over all his swells. When he presses his face into John’s neck and breaths him in, John can’t help but do the same. He smells just as Rodney should, it would be so easy to trick him, to pretend to be the right one if he wanted. John’s glad that Rodney’s inability to lie extends to this man’s universe, if perhaps not the rest of them.

A hand cups his dick, not to excite but to map, and it’s Rodney so it’s fine, even if his Rodney is waking up in a John-less world—maybe concerned but probably mostly grumpy—because he knows in his bones that he’ll come back, that the exchange isn’t permanent. It’s still a relief when Rodney tells him what happens though.

"I'm not going to bore you with the details," says Rodney, one hand stroking the hairs on John's outer thigh in the wrong direction in such a familiar way. "I was messing with something I probably shouldn't have been, accidentally set it off."

“Yeah, sounds like you.”

“It’s…a quantum phenomenon. A coupled state. I can’t say why me and him are connected, but it’s temporary.”

“How long?”

“Hours, probably. A day, maybe.”

It’s not a long time in the grand scheme of things. His Rodney will likely have figured it out by now—John pictures him relieving the mess of vast quantities of blue jello and grilling Radek on the fundamental physics underpinning their galaxy—but to this Rodney, it will feel like the blink of an eye when he's snapped back to where he came from. Alone.

John can’t bear the thought of Rodney’s heart breaking again, of Rodney losing him twice over, so when Rodney leans in to kiss him, John lets him.

He could never deny Rodney anything; not then and not now. Not this. He knows his Rodney will understand.

#rodney mckay x john sheppard #mcshep #alternate rodney mckay x john sheppard #au major death offscreen #grief #mourning #bittersweet #logicgunn #short fic

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waderockett · 1 year

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Stay Awake

Who was it that said “Damn it all. Damn everything But the circus”?

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areiacannaid · 2 years

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I finally posted the last chapter of my AU Hiraeth and the story is now completed.

Summary: Hiraeth a homesickness for a place you can never return to, a place that maybe never was, the nostalgia, yearning, and grief for the lost places of your past. Morgarath gets the chance to turn back time and takes the opportunity to try and ensure his victory by taking Halt out of the picture. What if Pritchard was killed instead of banished and Halt never came to Araluen? (AU)

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celia-bracali · 1 year

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"The Old Guard" fic recommendation:

"Thalasso by Tarlan

Summary:

When the old house standing next to his hotel, The Thalasso, is snapped up with plans to turn it into another hotel, Joe feels his livelihood threatened.

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twotales · 2 years

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The Soap Box Derby Kids

Chapter One: Smile

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis

Characters: Radek Zelenka, Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Sam Carter, Evan Lorne, Acastus Kolya

Rating: G

Word Count: 647

Tags: AU, Kids, Secrets, Sneaking Out, Soap Box Derby, Minor Violence, Reference to Depression & Anxiety, Friendship, Alternate Universe - The Soap Box Derby Kids

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Ages: John, Evan: 9 | Radek, Rodney, Sam: 10 | Kolya: 12

Writing this AU is so frelling fun. I really hope you guys enjoy the... Ride.

*pauses for (p)uncomfortable laughter.*

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John was tired.

Tired of the wool suits and the perfect hair, of the choking ties, and the uncomfortable shoes.

Tired of being lonely.

John lived in a house full of strangers and the people in his circles, the ones that deemed him ''close." All they wanted was his father’s money. They never wanted him just for him and John wasn’t sure what they would find even if they did. When he looked in the mirror, all he saw was a mishmash of his father. When he glanced around his room and through his wardrobe, it contained no clues of his personality or interests.

Nothing.

His father had pushed him far into the dark. Smothering his chance to know himself. Caring only for the man he was grooming him to be.

It made John sick.

If he hadn’t been so sick of it, he never would’ve spoken to the lanky kid loitering outside Dave’s classroom. Never would have gone against his father’s rule, too, "Pick his friends wisely."

John looked him up and down, surprised they let him into the house.

Blonde hair, wild and feathered, grew well past his ears. He had on a Led Zeppelin T-shirt and yellow shorts. Striped tube socks adorned his shins, leading into dirty white chucks.

Father would not approve.

John’s chest tightened and his eyes felt itchy as he moved toward him. “Hi,” he said. A pressure built in his belly, his hands shaking as the kid’s blue eyes landed on him.

The kid flashed a bright smile so genuine it blinded him. “Hey.” he threw a thumb back at the door. “Mom just started the lesson.” He bounced on the balls of his feet. “I’m bored,” he leaned close, “Wanna play?”

John swallowed and nodded. He curled his fists tight, nails digging into his palms as he tried to stop the shaking.“Y-yeah,” he winced as his voice squeaked.

The kid cocked his head to the side. “Evan.” The fact he didn’t throw his hand out to shake had John reeling.

John willed the tension from his body, uncurling his fists, “John.”

“Nice to meet ya, John,” Evan flashed that blinding smile again.

John’s eyes widened as the kid shot his arm out and smacked him on the shoulder good-naturedly. “You too,” John breathed. His shoulder vibrated from the touch.

He wanted to feel it again.

Evan grabbed his hand and started moving toward the front door, “C’mon John, let’s gooo!”

John sucked in a breath. Evan’s hand shot electricity through his palm as the kid had him stumbling to catch up. Evan didn’t even notice, didn’t even care about the difference in their perceived status, didn’t care about propriety or decorum.

He could feel something weird happening to his face, a slow stretch of lips, the corners of his mouth curling up, eyes squinting as his flushed cheeks raised.

John held onto Evan’s hand like a lifeline as he twisted the doorknob, shooting a toothy smile over his shoulder as he opened it. Time slowed as the glow of the sun broke through, surrounding Evan in a halo of golden light. John’s heart slammed wildly as Evan tugged him over the threshold. Pulled him from his hazy darkness straight into a bright and colorful world.

A world that snapped into a crystal clear focus John had never experienced before.

He felt the warmth of Evan’s hand, the wind blowing on his face, the heat from the sun. He could feel the earth beneath his feet, the scratchiness of his slacks, the pounding of his heart. He could hear the birds singing, the sound of the door slamming behind him, the squeaking of Evan’s chucks.

He took it in. Savored it. Grasped the moment tighter than Evan’s hand and merged it straight into his budding soul.

John’s cheeks protested as his smile widened.

He felt so alive.

#rodney mckay #john sheppard #sam carter #evan lorne #acastus kolya #alternate universe #sga #stargate atlantis #twotalesff #fanfic #myfic #I have never written from John's perspective so lets see how that goes #I did way more research and world building for this fic than necessary #soap box derby #radek zelenka

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ohsweetzombiecthulhu · 4 months

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Morituri te Salutant Series

Over 10 years ago, I started an SGA fic after becoming briefly obsessed with the Black Knight satellite. It was a canon divergent AU where Earth was lost; h/c and angst and with plenty of world building, just sort of this meandering story that made me think of the old days that brought us things like casspeach's Animal Husbandry and shalott's A Beautiful Lifetime Event.

It was this fic that I was plodding away at on that cool October morning in 2014 when my younger brother died. When I got home that night, still in shock and heartbroken, I closed the file and mostly ignored it over the next 9 years.

Last night, as I pulled myself away from a new fandom I'd started writing for and found that it was entirely too unwelcoming to remain in, I thought of Morituri te Salutant and reopened the file, deciding that my goal for 2024 is to finish this fic by October. Will I succeed? Maybe.

If you wish to follow along as an old fandomer tries to finish her oldest WIP, please feel free. Comment on what you like, comment on what you don't like, but honestly, this fic is for me and I want to see how it ends.

7 January 2024

Morituri te Salutant: Cras es Noster

John Sheppard/Rodney McKay + Ensemble Cast

Chapter One (Mature)

#sga #stargate atlantis #john sheppard #rodney mckay #elizabeth weir #carson beckett #alternate universe #hurt/comfort #angst #heed the tags #fanfiction

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lyrasky · 2 years

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【Dishwalla/ Counting Blue Cars】和訳Dishwallaについて Tell Me All Your Thoughts On God

【Dishwalla/ Counting Blue Cars】和訳Dishwallaについて Tell Me All Your Thoughts On God Lyraのブログへ #dishwalla #countingbluecars #JRRichards #petyourfriend #RodneyBrowning #ScotAlexander #GeorgePendergast #livefromtheflowstate #god #alternativerock

夏が近づくとレゲエとか、懐かしのサウスカリフォルニアのサウンドや、大好きなSublimeみたいな mixtureを聴きたくなる。これさ、夏の風物詩ならぬ、LyraのSummer routineだ。そして同じようにカンカンに晴れた夏空を見ると聞きたくなるのが、泣きのメロディの曲。特にGrunge Rockを通ってきたバンドの泣きのサウンドを聴きながら、日差しの強い道を、夕焼けが空を焼き尽くしてる風景を見ながら、そして夜空の星々を眺めながら浜辺で横たわる、、、まるで体の全てが、叫び声を上げるように震えてくる。きっと貴方にもそんな季節を感じる曲があるでしょう？切なくてどうしようもない気分にさせてくれる曲が…。今度、Lyraに教えてね。その前に今日は、Lyraが先に教えてあげる。歌詞は壮大なテーマ。サウンドが泣けてくる曲。もう、いてもたってもいられなくなるよ。 (more…)

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#alternative rock #Counting Blue Cars #Dishwalla #dishwalla Pet Your Friends #dishwalla Step on a crack; break your mother’s back #dishwalla について #George Pendergast #GOD #god dishwalla #god song #J.R. Richards #Live From The Flow State #Pet Your Friends #Pet Your Friends dishwalla #Rodney Browning #Scot Alexander #Step on a crack; break your mother’s back #Tell Me All Your Thoughts On God #【Dishwalla/ Counting Blue Cars】和訳Dishwallaについて Tell Me All Your Thoughts On God

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