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🎶✨️when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨️
I love these! Thanks for asking, @littlefeatherr 🥰 Here’s five songs on repeat at the moment…
1. Midnight Rain - Taylor Swift [current earworm]
2. Dark Bird - Jake Wesley Rogers (St. Lucia Remix)
3. First Class - Rainbow Kitten Surprise
4. One More Second - Matt Berninger
5. May I Have This Dance? - Francis and the Lights, Chance the Rapper
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You Love Good Music ♌️
New Music Video 🍿
"Low" 🎵
Chet Faker
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chet faker Low tokesntunes jam to a fave while I tokesntunes boomer lear...
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brief show and tell intro, then just tokesntunes, no talking lol.
a song about hope persistence never giving up 💪 but we're also humans with flaws we work on but can never be perfect. it's an ideal, not meant to be reached 😕 🤷♀️ but I love the song Low by chet faker 💚🍯🌬🥴😁✌💋
#tokesntunes#chet faker#low#fave song#alt rock#bongrips#banger#burn#intro#boomer learning series#Youtube
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Night Moves
Chapter 1
Pairing: Walter Marshall x OFC (Alexandra Pierce)
Series Summary: When Walter Marshall is called to investigate a homicide by the railroad tracks, he quickly uncovers an unsettling pattern. Alexandra Pierce just wants someone to find out what happened to her friend. She has some secrets, too. And Walter’s going to uncover them.
Word Count: 1422
Series Warnings: In general, this series will depict assault, murder, stripping, hooking, rough sex, make up sex, fingering, oral (m and F receiving), p in v sex in various positions, self-loathing, failed relationships, smoking, drug use, drug addiction, general violence, and maybe some comfort. +18, Minors DNI
Chapter Warnings: Smoking, mention of stripping, mention of hooking, a dead body, grumpy Walter
Disclaimers: I do not own Walter Marshall, Night Hunter (Nomis), or any other characters from that movie, but I do own this OFC (Alexandra Pierce) and these words. Do not repost as your own. Likes, Reblogs, and Comments are more than welcome. It’s how I get my nourishment.
Header made by me, with pics found from Pexel.com and the internet. Dividers are not mine, but check out the masterlist for credit.
Playlist: I’ll be adding to this Night Moves playlist with each chapter. Songs 1- 3. I really hope you check it out, at least "Low" - Chet Faker. Whatever you think Walter's taste in music might be, these words hit home about him for me. Direct Spotify link here.
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Don't look at me
I'm the bus stop boxer
Going down by the railroad tracks, where
People know that they better not relax
I'm the man, baby, I am the man
This is where I can make you understand
“Trixie, wait up!” Sasha called from the club entrance. She was just tucking her stilettos into her shoulder bag and trying to cross the parking lot as quickly and gracefully as she could in her regulation heels, thankful for the unseasonably warm spring evening.
That was just one of the amazingly ridiculous club rules designed to toss women off balance, literally and figuratively. Augie’s Cabaret couldn’t actually tell a dancer what to do outside of work, no matter how much they tried to entice women into extracurricular jobs. But the parking lot was leased to them just like the building. So performers showed up and left in the “outside uniform.” Tight fitting, preferably low cut crop tops and hip hugger minis with as much skin showing in between, above, and below as possible. And though dancing took place in much higher heels on the stage inside, two inches was the minimum height for the lot.
Sasha caught up just at the sidewalk where Trixie had stopped to light a cigarette. She offered the pack and Sasha snagged one gratefully. Everyone’s nerves were stretched tight and if a few smokes could shave off some of the edge, Sasha wasn’t going to feel bad about it.
Trixie smirked and waited while Sasha pulled her flats from her bag, replacing each heel one at a time before nodding they could head off.
“Did you hear about Angel?” Trixie asked.
“No. Oh shit!” Sasha exclaimed, turning to watch Trixie’s face. “She get roughed up, too?”
Trixie took a long drag and nodded, tapping the ash off her cigarette.
“Fuck, that’s like three we know of right? All around here?” Sasha asked.
“I’ve heard of a few over near Glenwood, but yeah. Angel, Sheri, and Magda - all here near Hennepin.”
“Dating?” Sasha asked, using the euphemism the women preferred.
Trixie inhaled and nodded slowly again. Sasha looked away before her face betrayed her concern, just in time to spy the large crack in the sidewalk. She stepped gingerly to be sure her foot didn’t get caught and mentally patted herself for insisting on changing shoes for the walk and bus ride home. If she hadn’t been trying to keep as much info about her personal life from the club owners as possible, she would have just driven. But the shared walks and rides gave her an opportunity to get to know her co-workers better and it kept the bouncers from knowing her license plate number.
“I do not know how the fuck you walk home in those heels,” Sasha said, tossing her butt to the ground and pulling her long windbreaker out of her bag. “Your feet have to be killing you. I saw they scheduled you for two extra stage dances tonight. You okay with that?”
“Girl, I asked for it. I am so far behind with them.” Trixie took another drag and exhaled the smoke slowly. “I still have last month’s rent to work off and the first is coming up again soon. I’m so fucked.”
“Do you know what you’re gonna do? Not…”
“I’ll do what I have to do,” Trixie interrupted.
Sasha knew what that meant and fought every urge she had to remind her how dangerous it was. How there was no security down by the tracks like there was at the club. How anyone buying there wasn’t exactly gonna be rolling in cash, so she couldn’t quote club prices. How even if the club takes a larger cut of that illegal income than they do stage and floor work, at least she wouldn’t be isolated and without security.
But Trixie had already warned her months ago when Sasha had started at the club: Be careful how you talk to the other performers. They aren’t children and they don’t need your judgment.
Trixie knew her from the clinic where Sasha had done some volunteer work and was shocked to see her at amateur night trying to hide behind a bombastic neon pink wig. Sasha recognized Trixie, too, and cornered her afterwards, begging her not to say anything to anyone about who she really was. She just wanted to see if she could actually get up on stage and put her old dance lessons to use before she asked for a job.
Trixie was wary, but liked her from the clinic and gave her the benefit. Sasha explained that she hoped to learn a little more about the circumstances that tended to lend themselves to starting a career in adult entertainment and what, if anything, women who found themselves here might need to either stay safe, both physically and emotionally, or get out altogether. Trixie agreed to help her navigate the waters. But she also made sure Sasha remembered to treat them like human beings. Not that Sasha would have ever intentionally done anything other than that, but when you don’t come from the life, there is always something to learn. Or rather unlearn.
Like the fact that they aren’t all strung-out coke-whores and very few of them actually have the daddy issues everyone thinks they do. Which Sasha was gradually learning as she made efforts to befriend and chat with all the women she met on her shifts.
And so, against all her better judgments, so many of which she’d willingly pushed aside these past few months, Sasha let Trixie go once they reached her bus stop.
“Be careful. Please. Do you have your cell? Your panic button?” Sasha asked, trying to mask her true concern while she donned the dark coat and covered up for the ride.
“Yes, mom,” Trixie stuck out her tongue. “Look, I get it. I know things have gotten a little scary out there, but I’m stuck, Sasha. I can't borrow anymore from the club and I need to get them paid back. This is my only option.”
Walter Marshall shifts into park and grabs the dark blue windbreaker from the passenger seat before stepping down from his Ford extended cab and heading towards the line of cops and yellow tape marking the scene. He swings the jacket around his shoulders with ease, slipping his arms through the sleeves and marking himself as someone who belongs behind the lines. A few uniformed officers step aside, one picking up the tape to let the Lieutenant pass under as he nods curtly in thanks.
It’s a grizzly mess. Or it would be if the responding units hadn’t already covered the body tossed carelessly a few yards back from the tracks.
Walter makes his way to his new partner, Mick Jonas, nodding towards him with the same grim reserve he showed the rookies. The CSI unit is still snapping photos of the surrounding area and scouring the ground for possible evidence as he squats low and lifts a corner of the police blanket. It takes all his nerve not to drop it again just as quickly.
“Jesus. Fuck.” It never fails to hit him hard.
“Yeah,” Detective Jonas agrees, fidgeting with the cigarette pack in his coat pocket and grateful he hadn’t lit up like he wanted to just as Marshall appeared. He didn’t need another dressing down about preserving the scene.
“Looks like someone went 12 rounds with her and she was on the ropes the whole time. This track with anything you’ve seen lately?” Walter asks.
“Not with bodies, no.”
“Something else then?” Walter questions, standing once again and leading Jonas back over the line.
“My girl, Lila. You know, she’s an ER nurse. Says there’s been a rash of girls coming in, beat up.”
“Girls?” Detective Marshall stiffens, curious about the ages and whether this is something Faye could get caught up in.
“Well, you know … I mean…,” Jonas stammers.
“Right, street workers then. You can just call them women, Mick.” He didn’t like to think about the fact that sometimes they really were girls.
“Okay, yeah. And, well, strippers, too. I mean, that’s what she said.”
“But no police reports filed?” Walter opens the driver’s door and nods toward the passenger side. “You need a lift back to the station?”
“Yeah, I do, thanks.” After climbing in and closing the door, he continues. “And no, yeah, police reports were filed. Want me to see if I can grab ‘em when we get back?”
“You do that.”
Chapter 2
Taglist:
Anything: @kittenofdoomage @mayloma @sillyrabbit81 @fvckinghenrycavill @kebabgirl67 @beck07990 @summersong69 @mollymal (I can’t tag you two, sorry) (Also throwing in a few from the old days for old times sake ;) @littlegreenplasticsoldier @anotherwinchesterfangirl @sebbytrash @feelmyroarrrr)
Night Moves: @luclittlepond (I can’t tag you, sorry) @enchantedbytomandhenry @kingliam2019 @henryownsme @geraltsyenn4eva
#walter marshall#walter marshall x ofc#walter marshall fanfiction#night moves#mine#night hunter fanfic#henry cavill#henry cavill fanfiction
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TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER!
FAVORITE COLOR(S): gold, orange, brown, red, certain blues
FAVORITE FLAVOR(S): coffee, vanilla
FAVORITE MUSIC: i have no idea how to categorise my music taste. it's not super eclectic or varied i just don't know what it is KSDLNFKJN.
FAVORITE MOVIE(S): uhhh. gonna be real with you i don't know/remember a lot of movies. bambi ii, spirit (the horse movie), uhh. yeah i can't remember lol.
FAVORITE SERIES: black sails, as much as it pains me to watch it now. st:tos is also an old favourite.
CURRENTLY WORKING ON: what, right now? winding down to go to sleep. i don't really have any projects or anything going on aside from like. trying to get through ffxiv with my friend.
LAST SONG: low - chet faker
LAST SERIES: good question uhhh. i have no idea lol i haven't watched anything in a while that i can remember.
LAST MOVIE: same as above.. edit: oh it was saltburn wasnt it
CURRENTLY READING: golden son - pierce brown (audiobook) but i've sort of put a pause on it for a bit... i keep meaning to read murderbot but. i'm bad at reading.
CURRENTLY WATCHING: fuck all.
tagged by: @talentforlying<;3
tagging: @dacelonovae @peacereflected @melpcmene
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i've been working on this since the beginning of 2022 (because i'm the most valued music critic and everyone's always waiting for my albums of the year list, obviously) and i still managed to only finish it now 😑
but! here are my top 9 albums of 2022 (in no particular order, even though stromae was 4/5 of my top songs on spotify and that perfume genius album single-handedly carried me thru the epic highs and lows of high school football 2022).
other albums that almost made the list (or my top 15):
apocalypse whenever (deluxe edition) by bad suns
fragments by bonobo
smithereens by joji
no thank you by little simz
cowboy tears by oliver tree
being funny in a foreign language by the 1975
& albums that i really enjoyed:
life is yours by foals
conditions of a punk by half·alive
2000 by joey bada$$
euphoria season 2 official score by labrinth (not an album per se, but mr. mckenzie truly never misses)
nymph by shygirl
& EPs:
permanent radiant by ††† (crosses)
sat nam by rita dakota
raving dahlia by sevdaliza
familiarise yourself with your closest exit by swim deep
i'd also like to add a category for 'the album that somehow escaped you in the past but has truly grown on you this year' and mention hotel surrender by chet faker (and it could be nice of this year) because that album somehow captured the strangeness of life in 2022, even though the album came out in 2021.
i hope everyone had wonderful nye celebrations & hopefully 2023 gives us all a fucking break 🥂
love you all. stay safe! 💞
#brockhampton w their 2 final albums rly messed up my timeline but i forgive them for being stupid <3#and tm was good but i feel like the family was a better work for sure#also louis' new album is really nice! and banks unfortunately flopped this yr </3 as much as i love her#but all in all a great yr for music hence the long list 😬#as always tagging whoever wants to share their top albums <3#personal
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15 questions, 15 tags
Nickname: bagel
Height: 5'3.5" (it's important)
Last thing I googled: (I am doing this at work, can you tell? 💀)
Song stuck in my head: VIRGO'S GROOVE by Beyoncé (the caps are important)
# followers: 294. I'm baby 🐣
Amount of sleep: depends on the day? sometimes 3-4 hours, sometimes 12 hours? When I was in Denver airport purgatory tho, 0 🤡
Dream job: i do not dream of labour 😌✨
Wearing: tan jogger pants, rainbow tie dye moxi skates shirt, schitt's creek low-rise socks
Book/movie that summarizes you: LEMONADE (visual album) but that might be kind of cheating, so I'll also put down Everything Everywhere All At Once (but also I suddenly can't remember any books I've ever read or movies I've ever seen lol)
Fav song: this is a repeat, but idk PLASTIC OFF THE SOFA into VIRGO'S GROOVE transcends me into another dimension each time. Chet Faker's Gold is also a great song to watch over and over again respectfully with my respectful eyes. Yes, it has to be the video, ty.
Aesthetic: uhhh, depends on my mood, I guess? Style-wise, summer is almost always oversized hawaiian shirt (sleeves rolled ofc) tucked into short shorts. Or tank top if not a button up of some kind. For cold weather, it's usually jogger pants + shirt + bomber or member's only jacket. Visuals wise I really do like the outrun aesthetic and the dreamy downtempo soft pastel styles.
Fav authors: Octavia Butler, Silvia Plath, the writers of pieces of surviving archaeological artifacts we find today that remind us we have always been the way that we are
Random fact: i'm allergic to almost every grass on earth, so please don't tell me to touch grass, ty. Also, when I write or draw, I have to write down or sketch out the concept like 7 times in different media or software first before I can get down to actually doing it lol the amount of post-its I go through.......
I just returned to the tumblrsphere very recently, so I don't think I'll be able to tag many people 😭 so I'm just gonna double down on @kasseivor's tags, I guess?? but also @vikingnerd793 (even tho you were already tagged lol) @baepsae-7 @mass-convergence @berryshiara since y'all are people I've actually talked to in some form before 😅 but also feel free to also not do this!!
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Nr 26 for the spotify thing!
Low by Chet Faker!
The only time I wasn't listening to my oc playlists was when I was listening to other people's oc playlists xD This one is from @teryster's incredible playlist for her oc that I adore ❤
#absolutely obsessed with that playlist i listen to it almost every week#thanks for asking!#herrvarg#answer#ask game
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Werkha - All Werk Is Play
First Word Records is very pleased to bring you the sophomore album from Werkha, a 14-track double LP entitled 'All Werk Is Play'.
Werkha hails from Manchester and has been releasing music for a decade, collaborating and remixing artists such as Quantic, Bryony Jarman-Pinto, Marcos Valles and Andrew Ashong. Werkha and his live band have been lighting up dancefloors in recent months at venues such as Low Four Studio in Manchester and The Jazz Cafe in London, with festival appearances locked for the Summer at the likes of We Out Here and Moovin. In past years, he has toured extensively with artists like Bonobo, Chet Faker and Mr Scruff.
This album is predominantly a set of uptempo compositions from Werkha (real name Tom Leah), fusing analogue jazz-funk vibes with modern dance music sensibilities. Nestling somewhere between broken beat and breakbeat, Werkha has been nurturing his own unique sonics for some time; incorporating live horns & wind instruments with bass, double-bass, harp and guitar, along with a selection of sweet squelchy synths and deliciously delectable drum programming.
In Werkha's words "this record is dedicated to mixing things up, to walking down that street for once because your feet took you that way, to deciding not to take the bus today, to moments of improv, to breaking with convenience, to challenging structure, to play."
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Well if it isn't the sleepinglilac. And you've gone with number 13 today, which is a good one on the list I must say. I put this album on a few months back and it's gotten some play. At 13 we find, Low - Chet Faker. It's nice and cruisy but it's got some good lyrics in there. Hope you enjoyed the selection and maybe some new music. Thanks for playing sleepinglilac.
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Click on the link to download or stream Music Music Music spring 24 episode 8: https://app.box.com/s/ykdtloj587pd528rglurxnw9t8gu80yt
Playlist:
Crumb - AMAMA
The Rentals - Friends of P.
Chet Faker - Low
Kacey Musgraves - Deeper Well
Chic - Le Freak
Daft Punk - Lose Yourself to Dance
The Rockyts - Another One Like You
Spoon - The Way We Get By/I Turn My Camera On
TEKE::TEKE - Hoppe
Elvis Costello - Less Than Zero
Elvis Costello and the Roots - Walk Us Uptown
Slow Hollows - Idle Hands
God Help The Girl - God Help The Girl
Revival Season - Pump
Deerhoof - The Eyebright Bugler
Mad Caddies - Palm Trees and Pines
FEET - Petty Thieving
Coke Weed - Shortest Night
Man Man - Iguana
RJD2 - Final Frontier
Norah Jones - Staring at the Wall
Wilma Archer - The Boon
Radiohead - Knives Out
Jenny Lewis - Do Si Do
Charlotte Gainsbourg - Voyage
Stephen Malkmus - Forever 28
Thurston Moore - Benediction
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Chet Faker - Low (Live Sessions)
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