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promqueendyke · 2 years
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would it be a sin? angela deane + elise (the greeting committee) // falling in love (cigarettes after sex) // until i found you (stephen sanchez) // can’t help falling in love (elvis presley) // love again (dua lipa) // begin again (taylor swift) 
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boyfeminism · 2 years
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i love when ppl are like. you see the world differently when you are in love. like you get it.
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hyunverse · 1 year
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elise ‧₊˚✩彡 lee felix
brother’s best friend!lee felix x reader. genre — fluff. just fluff. so much fluff wc — 1471 words. about — in which you and felix are just hopelessly in love with each other. note — a drabble for my 4k event! the song is elise by the greeting committee
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“I’m outside,” the text reads.
It doesn’t matter that you get this variation of text almost every night. You’ll squeal every time. You’ll grab the hoodie by your coat rack and put it on, then sneak out through your window every time. You’ll get in his car and kiss him hello every time. Every single time. You’re weak for him and he knows it — loves it. Felix loves the way you’ll get into his car with a sheepish smile, grinning even more when you spot him smiling up at you too. 
You couldn’t be happier to climb out of your window, his sweatshirt hugging your body and providing you warmth. With one foot already outside the window, you look back to your door to double-check the door lock. You nod once you see that it’s already locked, proceeding to climb out to the tree beside your window, careful as to not make any noise.
You’re not supposed to be outside after dinner. A curfew your family have set for you — the princess of the family. You’ve argued multiple times with your mother about the curfew set, saying that it’s unfair that Hyunjin, your older brother’s curfew is one hour later than yours — which your mother has argued back by saying that he’s older than you, albeit only a year older. It’s annoying, being a college student with an overprotective family. 
Hence why you sneak out every time Felix wants to take you out on a midnight drive. For one, it’s past your curfew and secondly, you’re not supposed to be dating Felix — your brother’s best friend. Dating is already one thing, you’re still Hyunjin’s five-year-old little sibling in his eyes, but dating his best friend? If he finds out, his head would probably fall off from whiplash. 
“Hi,” you softly greet him as soon as you open his car door, “I missed you.”
“Hello there,” he greets back, turning to face you, “climb in, pretty.” 
One of his hands stays on his steering wheel, the other on his gear stick. Felix’s brown hair is messy, the side of his face glowing from the street lamp he parked his car under. You can see his freckles better under the fluorescent light, you have to hold back from immediately grabbing his face and littering kisses on each freckle. Not that he’d mind if you did.
You climb into the car, shutting the door close behind you. No time is wasted as you inch closer to kiss his cheek, earning a satisfied sigh from him. Like routine, he then drives off to somewhere else — somewhere none of your family members can catch you being outside past your curfew, somewhere Hyunjin won’t catch you making out with his best friend in the backseat of a BMW.
“You look so pretty,” Felix says the moment the two of you are seated in the backseat.
It’s cold. And dark — but none of that mattered when you’re with Felix. A paper bag of McDonalds sits on the front passenger seat as the two of you sit at the back, holding onto each other for dear life. Felix is glued onto your side, his head resting at the side of your neck. You can smell his coconut shampoo, his cologne and vanilla ice cream — he reeks of familiarity and you love it. You love everything about him, from the constellation-shaped freckles on his complexion to the depth of his voice as he speaks love mantras into your skin. 
“You’re prettier,” you whisper back, as if he would break if you were any louder, “I don’t know what it is but you look extra prettier at night.” 
He laughs. The sound makes you want to weep. 
“That’s so back-handed, baby. It’s like you’re saying I’m pretty when you can’t see me well.”
You scoff, “that’s not what I mean! It’s just. . . the night light makes you glow in a different way. Or maybe it’s because you always have messy hair at night. . . it’s cute.”
Felix hums, then takes your hand into his. The moment he feels how cold your skin is, he clasps another hand on top of yours, warming it up by brushing them together. You take it as an opportunity to inch impossibly closer to his body, to the point where all you could smell is his coconut shampoo. He leans back against your body, before dropping your hand to wrap an arm around your waist.
“How has your mother never caught you sneaking out, hm?”
“No idea. Guess the world’s just on my side lately.”
“The things you do for me, love,” he chuckles, “love you so much. You know that, right?”
“I know. You’re worth everything ever, Lix.”
He feels like crying at the statement. But he doesn’t — instead, he closes the gap between you two with a kiss. A needy kiss. A hurried kiss. A kiss which screams his desperation and his love for you, one that’s breathless and passionate. 
“Love you, love you so much,” he chants between kisses, having to pull away so often from his eagerness.
You pull away after a while, resting your forehead against his. 
“You’ll be the death of me, Lix, swear to god.”
“Mm,” he hums, “hey. Wanna do something a little crazy?”
“Depends on how crazy it is,” you raise an eyebrow, “what do you have in mind?”
God, the things you do for him.
Upon parking his car somewhere secluded — far away from your family’s peripheral vision, you two end up climbing into the comfort of your bedroom. Felix’s idea of something crazy is letting him stay over for a night at your house, knowing full well that you’re dead if you get caught. Especially if it’s your brother who catches the two of you — you shudder at the thought of him questioning Felix’s intentions or some sappy shit like that. 
“You haven’t made your bed from last time,” Felix points out, “the side I slept on is still messy.”
He plops down onto the bed, causing it to bounce a little. The last time you didn’t follow your family on a vacation, you had invited Felix to sleep over. It was roughly a week ago, and you haven’t made his side of the bed ever since. You left it messy, serving as a reminder that he once laid there, tangled in your sheets and your limbs. You like it that way.
“Mm,” you hum, taking off your sweatshirt and hanging it on your coat rack, “makes me think of you every night.”
Your boyfriend’s gaze softens at your statement.
“You know, if we get caught, it’s all your fault.”
He shrugs, “so? What are you going to do then? Spank me?”
“Ha-ha. Very funny, Yongbok.”
He laughs at your eye roll, before patting his side, inviting you.
“Come on, lay with me.”
You do as he says, falling onto your bed and into his arm. Your breath fans against his skin when you hide your face in the crook of his neck, your voice low as you start a conversation. 
It’s meaningless pillow talk, yet meaningful at the same time.  He knows he won’t remember the entire conversation tomorrow, but the small details will definitely stick. Details like what you saw at a jewellery store which you really liked, and a song that has been stuck in your brain lately. 
Something about your company makes him sleepy. In a good way — not in a way where you bore him, absolutely not — but in a way where Felix feels entirely comfortable around you. He could strip himself off any shield and let you see him in all his vulnerability, but he knows it’ll be okay. That he’s safe. The sound of your voice talking about something along the lines of a tv show you’ve been hooked on all week slowly lulls him to sleep. Soon, he could feel his eyelids getting heavy.
“Lix?” you look up at his face, “sleepy?”
“Yeah,” he replies absent-mindedly, “let’s sleep.”
“Okay,” you utter, getting up to turn off the lights. A few groans elicit from his lips when you slip out of his grip, which you chuckle at. One thing you’ve learned about Felix is that he gets especially needy when sleepy.
“Come to bed quickly,” he demands, “want you.”
“Trying my best here, baby.”
“You know I love you a lot, right?” you hear him speak the moment you get back into the duvets beside him.
You could only hum, too overwhelmed by adoration to reply with full sentences. The duvet shifts as Felix adjusts his body to get closer to your figure. His eyes are still shut, breathing steadily and whispering absent-mindedly. 
“So thankful I’ve got you,” the brunette whispers again, “you make my hard days easier, pretty.”
With a chaste kiss onto your lips, Felix falls asleep. 
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Ooh, 42 for the Spotify Wrapped fic? :D
i have been unspeakably excited about this one, just because the song is so tooth-rottingly sweet!!! so here, have vignettes of a happy dreamling's life. i wanted to write more but i'm so sleepy and i'm afraid it's getting way too long as it is.
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"Dream," came Hob's voice, deep and drowsy with sleep, "I can feel you, you know."
Dream didn't have much to do when Hob went to sleep. But Hob complained every time Dream tried to get out of bed to do something else, saying it was much easier to sleep with him around. So Dream stayed. And it's not as if he didn't want to stay beside him either.
Most times, Dream let his physical form stay in the Waking, while he took care of business in the Dreaming from within. Sometimes, if time allowed, he visited Hob in his dreams.
But rarely, when there was no business in the Dreaming, and when he could leave Hob alone in it, Dream allowed himself the pleasure of mapping out his lover's face.
He would trace over every curve and every line: from his aquiline nose, to his crow's feet, from his M-shaped hairline, to the silver strands at his temples, from his cupid's bow, to his cleft chin. Dream's favorite time to do this was dawn, when he could watch the sunlight cast dancing shadows on Hob's face, as if they were celebrating him, too.
Usually, he was careful to keep his touch light so as not to wake Hob, but he must have gotten carried away this time.
"My apologies, my love," said Dream, letting his wandering hand settle on the sheets. "I have awoken you. I can put you back to sleep, if you wish."
Hob opened his eyes. There were crusts of dream sand in them. "That's quite alright, darling," he said, yawning and stretching.
As much as Dream liked watching him sleep, he was a wonder to watch awake, as well. Hob would usually stretch until every bone in his body popped and every muscle woke up. Then he would go to the bathroom for a few minutes, then go to fix the both of them some breakfast. He would usually ask what Dream has been up to, or telling Dream about his upcoming day.
But not today, it seemed like.
"What were you doing, anyway?" Hob asked, rubbing the sand out of his eyes. "Counting my white hair or something?"
"Perhaps," Dream said. He knew exactly how many there were. And it was interesting to think how they would be frozen at that number until Hob chose otherwise.
"That was meant to be a joke," Hob said, now fully awake. He was smiling at Dream.
Dream doesn't think he could ever grow tired of seeing Hob smile.
"Alright then, prove it," Hob reached over and tapped Dream quickly on the nose, "how many white hairs do I have?"
"Two thousand, eight hundred and sixty-one," Dream said.
Hob started chuckling, which grew into a full-bodied laugh. It shook the bed beneath them. Dream was certain they could hear him downstairs in the New Inn.
"Are you quite done?" asked Dream, who, to his own surprise, felt a bit embarrassed.
Hob wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh, my love, darling, sweetheart," he said, a bit breathless, holding the side of Dream's face, "I am so lucky to have you."
Then Hob kissed him, washing away any shame, and something inside Dream swelled full, threatening to burst.
No, Dream thought, as he reveled in Hob's freely-given and abundant love, I am the one fortunate to have you.
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"Can you not have this delivered to your home?" Dream asked.
They were at the supermarket, restocking on food and various items that Hob apparently needed.
"Yes, but I like seeing the produce myself. Can never trust them for that," muttered Hob, who was in the middle of picking between two packs of tomatoes that looked entirely similar to Dream.
"I would rather we spent our time wiser," Dream said, putting his hand on Hob's back, trailing it down, "on more important, more pleasurable things."
"Dream," Hob yelped. "Careful, love, we don't know which old lady we'll scar this time."
So Dream put his hand on the small of Hob's back instead, and tried to not look too disappointed.
Hob kissed him on the forehead. "We have all the time in the world. And you could always help me pick out the vegetables. Can't you see which has tiny worms in them or something?"
Dream rolled his eyes. "This is beneath my office."
Hob chuckled. "Look at it like this: if you help me, we'll get home faster. If we can get home faster, we can get to bed faster, and I'll do that thing you like with the tongue—"
Dream pointed at the pack in Hob's right hand. "That one is the one you want."
Hob laughed, and tossed the chosen pack of tomatoes into the cart.
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"You really couldn't have waited until we got home," Hob said. It was meant to be a question, Dream guessed.
"No," answered Dream.
They were in Hob's car, in the parking lot of the supermarket. While they were putting away the groceries in the backseat, Dream had pushed Hob down, slammed the door behind them, and straddled him. Some of the items had fallen out of their paper bags and onto the car floor.
"Can we at least turn on the car?" Hob asked, his hands settling on Dream's thighs. They felt like hot, hot fire. "It's freezing in here."
Dream smirked down at him. "Not for much longer."
A short laugh came out of Hob, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. "Thank god I got those windows tinted, eh?"
Dream allowed himself a moment to look upon his lover, cheeks flushed, breaths shallow, heart galloping. The yellow fluorescent lights from outside cast soft shadows on his face, and put a warm glint in his eyes.
"Well, Dream?" Hob asked. "You got me. Now what'll you do with me?"
"I thought I was the impatient one," Dream said, smiling into Hob's lips.
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"I did not know you played any instruments, Hob Gadling," Dream said.
Hob jumped from his couch, clutching the guitar in his arms. "Christ on a fucking stick," he exclaimed, a hand on his chest.
Dream stepped around the couch and into Hob's view. He couldn't help but surprise Hob; it was entertaining to see which expletive he would come up with each time.
After a breath or two, Hob sat back down, gesturing to the seat beside him. "Darling, I think you're enjoying this a bit too much."
Dream sat beside Hob, putting a hand on his back. "My apologies," he said.
"Yeah, you say that, but you're still smiling," Hob said, giving him a suspicious look.
Dream couldn't help but chuckle. He leaned forward and kissed his lover on the cheek. "I could not resist. Forgive me. Now please," he gestured to the guitar. "I would enjoy listening to you play."
"Changing the subject. You're fond of that, aren't you?" There was no ounce of venom in his voice. Instead, Hob wore a smile, like he was enjoying this, too. "King of Dreams, Ruler of Nightmares, Lord of the Dreaming, would enjoy listening to me play? Are you sure you wouldn't rather scare me to death again?"
"Do not be foolish. You cannot die," Dream said.
"Just like you can't be mature," Hob said. "Remind me, love, how old are you again?"
Dream glared at him. But he suspected its intentions might be curtailed by the smile he couldn't keep off his face.
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"Hang on, let me get something," Hob said, rushing off the bed.
Dream propped himself up by his elbows, curious as to what was more important than kissing a very needy, very horny Dream. They haven't seen each other for what must have been more than a month now, what with all the pressing concerns in the Dreaming and Hob's increasing workload in the university.
"Hob," Dream called, not without a tone of threat.
"Be a second, darling," Hob called back. Surely enough, he was back within a few seconds, now with a guitar in his hands.
Hob sat on the edge of the bed, propping up the guitar on his lap. Dream crawled beside him, his interest in Hob's new hobby overpowering his sexual need.
"Been practicing for this," Hob said under his breath. His brows were furrowed in concentration as his fingers formed the proper chords.
"For what?" Dream asked.
Hob smiled at him. "Our anniversary, dearest."
Oh. The constant reminders, the movie Hob let him pick out, the candlelit dinner, the flowers...
And now this.
Hob cleared his throat. He was going to sing. While he played the guitar. For him.
Dream would remember this until the end of time, would remember how the strings bent to Hob's will as he moved from chord to chord, would remember Hob's voice rough and hoarse from countless lectures. Something inside him ached at the memory of his son with his lyre and his voice, and something inside him burst at the sight of Hob with his guitar and his voice.
"Oh, don't cry darling," Hob said, stopping mid-song, thumb wiping away a tear on Dream's cheek.
"I am not," Dream said, as he felt a familiar stinging in his eyes. There was a lump in his throat.
"Oh, sweeting." Hob set aside his guitar, and pulled Dream into his arms. "I didn't mean to make you cry. I thought you would like it."
"I did. I do," said Dream. Against his will, he felt a few more of his tears escape onto Hob's bare shoulder. He tried to concentrate on Hob's heartbeat, on the warmth of Hob's hand on his back, going round and round. "I apologize. I did not mean to ruin your performance, our anniversary."
"No, love. I can do that another time. And as for the anniversary, it isn't ruined at all. Don't be sorry," Hob said. "What matters most is you."
Dream buried his face in Hob's chest. This was foolish. He felt like a child again, crying for an absent father, an unloving mother. Except he wasn't a child, and he was crying for his dead son.
"You know," Hob started, providing Dream a welcome distraction from his thoughts, "Robyn was afraid of thunder and lightning. He would come running from his room into mine and Eleanor's and climb onto our bed. And I would hold him just like this, until he fell asleep. I... I miss him a lot. I still think of him. I carry him with me everyday."
After a quiet while, Dream said, "Thank you." He wasn't sure what it was for. Maybe it was for everything, from their first meeting as strangers centuries ago until now, as lovers. It might as well be.
"You're most welcome, my heart. Anytime."
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Is it time? Dream had felt something inside him exploding like a dying star for the longest time. He had been pondering this for what seemed like an eternity, but it seemed like now was a good time as any other.
Dream held a velvet box in his hand that he had procured from a jeweler's dream, a few minutes before Hob woke. He had been keeping an eye on this one for a couple of years now.
"Hob Gadling," he started. "I have been careful in letting you set the pace. In the past, I have been... too eager with my lovers. Too insistent. You know not the strength I have had to muster to keep myself from asking this question."
"Dream," Hob breathed. For a moment, Dream was afraid Hob would ask him to stop, but it seemed like there was nothing but adoration in his lover's eyes.
"You said once that you were lucky to have me," Dream recalled. "However, I think it is I who is fortunate to have you, to be loved by you, to be cherished by you. With all my shortcomings, my temper, my childishness, I do not think it was easy. And so, if you would bestow upon me the honor, would you be my husband, for all eternity, with all that would entail?"
"Oh, Dream," Hob said, laughing a wet laugh. Tears were welling up in his eyes. They glittered like jewels in the dawn light; they put the ring in his box to shame. Then, Hob nodded, wordless. He held out his hand to Dream.
As he slipped the ring—ruby, gold, and a perfect fit—on Hob's finger, Dream felt close to tears, as well.
"'Til Death do us part," Hob said, kissing the corner of Dream's mouth.
Dream smiled. "You will be glad to know that she wishes to be my maid of honor."
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submarinerwrites · 1 year
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lisa loeb, “alone” / egon schiele, sleeping couple / the greeting committee, “elise” / tracey emin, from exorcism of the last painting i ever made / taylor swift, “call it what you want”
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mnwrld · 1 year
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ꃼ ᴗ ꃼ ── 1000 follower event ! ✦ ⊹ ݁° ⋆ 
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words cannot express how grateful i am to have made it to such a notable milestone. i am more than thankful for every single follower <3 you all mean so so much to me and i look forward to the milestones we'll hit in the future <3 to celebrate this milestone i'm hosting another event ‹3
i got the idea for this type of event from @hyunverse and her 4k event ! for this event, simply send a song and a stray kids member and i will write a little drabble for you !
you are welcome to request on anon or off anon and are welcome to request more than once ! to request, just make sure you tell me which member you would like the drabble for and what song ! (ex. felix & elise by the greeting committee)
please be respectful when requesting--i do work full time and do school / have a social life, so i may need some time for these. i'm also not a human vending machine for fanfics, so i would appreciate not being treated like one--just make sure to use manners <3 i will remind you that i no longer write smut ! all drabbles with be sfw !
this event will be open from today (march 13) until next friday (march 24) gmt-7 (mst), so send some in while you can ! i will link this post in my pinned in case you want to come back to it later !
i really really hope you guys send some in ! i would love to celebrate this milestone with all of you ‹3 thank you thank you thank you for everything !!! ‹3
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dramaticwriter · 1 month
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d - don't blame me from taylor swift
o - oh ana by mother mother
r - ribs by lorde
l - love like you by rebecca sugar (steven universe)
e - everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears
n - nobody by hozier
e - elise by the greeting committee
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28.08.2023
Lazy day. I was just reading, to be honest. And journaling. And listening music. Okay, maybe it wasn't lazy so much.
The weather was wonderful. Rain, 18°C or something, I feel autumn will come soon🍂
Tomorrow will be the same I think. But, in Wednesday, it will be quite interesting I guess.
Now I'm going to watch a movie with my sister and fall asleep. So goodnight guys, sweet dreams 🫶
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hlbringmehome · 1 year
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@sapphichalo tagged me in the spell your url with song titles thing, ty eva baby
h - habit, louis tomlinson
l - lvr boy, awfultune
b - bugbear, chloe moriondo
r - raspberry, grouplove
i - idk if i'm a boy, blue foster
n - no children, the mountain goat
g - garden song, phoebe bridgers
m - mawce, everybody's worried about owen
e - elise, the greeting committee
h - haunted house, sir babygirl
o - our apartment, aaron west and the roaring twenties
m - more than it hurts you, the front bottoms
e - eleanor, chumped
i tag everyone who sees this!!!
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cathartidie · 2 years
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it's just a bunch of tender songs about roje's brand of love. most of them are sad. a few of them aren't.
(TW DEATH AND BLOOD)
selected lyrics below the cut.
[ youtube . spotify ]
Salt - Lady Lamb in your arms, i understand all at once, my life has been building me up to us.
Holding Us Back - Katie Herzig but if you disappear you'll still hear when my heart hits the ground.
Little Joy - The Chord and the Fawn dying happens all the time. smiling in the warm sunshine.
Steamroller - Phoebe Bridgers you're the feeling i get when i'm feeling fine.
In The Absence of Everything, I Promise to Keep You Warm - Flatsound i'll throw everything i have into the flames just to make it last.
Two - Sleeping at Last i just want to love you, to love you, to love you well.
Love’s Refrain - Julie Byrne, Jefre Cantu-Ledesma it's so like me to breathe you, to be lost to desire.
Follow You Into the Dark - Miya Folick cover of Death Cab for Cutie if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, then I'll follow you into the dark.
Blue - Shannon Lay don't be sad my love. i won't always be here, but i will love you till my hair turns blue.
Funeral Singers - Sylvan Esso all my friends are funeral singers, funeral singers, wailing.
Work Song - Hozier no grave can hold my body down. i'll crawl home to her.
Graceland Too - Phoebe Bridgers and i knew then i would do anything you want me to. i would do anything for you
We Are Nobody Else - Lady Lamb there's nothing lovelier than your laughter, my friend. and there is nothing left i need, i have everything.
Strawberry Blonde - Mitski all I need, darling, is a life in your shape. i picture it soft and i ache.
Comfort - Julia Jacklin are you thinking of me too? i was so happy all those years with you.
The Man Who Sees Tomorrow - Uwade life is warm and then it's cold and time forgives the past. i just hope the love we shared can resurrect the last.
Elise - The Greeting Committee and all of it spent in the sheets you kick to the end of the bed i make every morning, with your side a bit of a mess.
A Love of Some Kind - Adrianne Lenker i don't have much, but what i've got is something i can give. and i've found that on your own is no good way to live.
art credit Jen Mazza
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ladyriot · 1 year
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tagged by @narvaldetierra
Ships: zapatterson, rizzles, penemily, brengela, kalicia, beauyasha, imogearne, avatrice, jen/judy, and on a lower-key cc/fran
1st ever ship: like properly? kalicia
Last song: elise by the greeting committee
Last movie: I haven't had the attention span for a movie in months. I don't remember at all
Currently reading: This is how you lose the time war (but I'm literally in the first chapter 😂)
Currently watching: Critical Role campaign 3 and The Great (& yes I'm rewatching rizzoli and isles on the literal heels of a prior rewatch)
Currently craving: pistachio gelato
Tagging (if you want): @gaelic-symphony @anthrofreshtodeath @dirtyrobber70 @bananaflavoredlemonade @maximilff (+ honestly just anyone who wants to, say I tagged ya)
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ronancediaries · 2 years
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this is their song.
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transmood · 2 years
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Eden ori
Elise, The Greeting Committee
Draw Your Swords, Angus and Julia Stone
Even in Death, Evanescence
Nobody Likes the Opening Band, I Don't Know How But They Found Me
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parkerbombshell · 2 months
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Just Another Menace Sunday 1038 w/ Alexandra Leaving
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New Shows Sundays 4pm EST bombshellradio.com Repeats Wednesdays 1pm EST and Fridays 6pm EST Archival Shows available on bombshellradiopodcasts.com This Week – Episode #1038 A 2015 CONVERSATION WITH ALEXANDRA LEAVING AND HER MUSICAL SANDWICH! (02/04/2024) Theme Song Just Another Menace Sunday Theme (Dennis The Menace) - Mighty Six Ninety Hour 1 A 2015 CONVERSATION WITH ALEXANDRA LEAVING AND HER MUSICAL SANDWICH! OPENING SONG: Long Swim – Alexandra Leaving TOP BREAD: Conversation Killer – Alexandra Leaving Star Roving – Slowdive Bros – Wolf Alice Avalanche – Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds It’ll Take A Long Time – Sandy Denny New Noise – Refused Airbag – Radiohead Checking Out – Divorce Days and Nights – Genn C. Up To The House – Tom Waits A Perfect Day Elise – P.J. Harvey Say It – Sasami Johnny Appleseed – Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros Fingers Of Steel – Shame BOTTOM BREAD: Green Spell – Alexandra Leaving Hour 2 NEW MELODIC ROCK & ROLL! OPENING SONG: Nobody – Talia Schlanger (Latent) On My TV – Pandmonium Handshake (Self Release) Popmoneyhits – The Greeting Committee (Self Release) I Like The Beach – Fake Dad (Father Figure) All Comes Down To This – A Certain Ratio (Mute) Summer Days – San Cisco w/ Nicholas Allbrook (Nettwerk) Loneliness – Pet Shop Boys (Parlophone) Your Worst Song Is Your Greatest Hit – The Red, Pinks and the Purples (Slumberland) Catatonia – Crystal Canyons Something Dangerous – Kula Shaker At The Zoo – Simon & Garfunkel (Columbia) Forever – Hovvdy (Arts & Crafts) CLOSING SONG: Big Love – Camera Obscura (Merge) Just Another Menace Sunday      Read the full article
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nameslikeguns · 4 months
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16 and 44 <3
16. Elise - The Greeting Committee (I think I listened to this one primarily while writing a Stranger Things fanfic - or maybe a few - and it's a very stripped down, gently sentimental song about falling in love, being so fully in love, and I greatly enjoy the scenes the song builds up that is simply vivid, unfolding like a story.)
44. Wolf Like Me - Lera Lynn ft. Shovels & Ropes (An already incredible song I forgot existed that is heightened in this cover that takes it to a whole other level that feels weighty, gritty, kind of grassroots bluesy. The lyricism in this song is fucking mindblowing, rich with imagery and symbolism and metaphors. Cannot recommend enough. Considering I only started listening to it a few weeks ago and it's in my top 100 and I listened to 2000+ songs this year? Yeah, good indication I am infatuated.)
send me no.1-100 for my spotify wrapped tracks
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sunflowerthiefsunny · 8 months
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I love getting tagged in posts like these 😊, thanks, Babs! (@pushingup--daisies )
Put your music on shuffle and post 10 songs!
Tagging @plumsnhoney @skeletonprinceremastered and @deviltryapologist ( if you want, you don't have to)
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