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arwenstarsong · 1 year

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MADONNA LIKE YOU HAVE NEVER HEARD BEFORE: GOTHIC FOLK METAL STYLE!Hello everyone! I am stoked as hell to finally bring an idea my boyfriend/ filmographer, Vincent, had for awhile combined with the fan favorite of the album (and his) Frozen, which is my gothic folk metal cover of Madonna’s classic song. Frozen was originally released by Madonna on Ray of Light in 1998

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1000-year-old-virgin · 6 days

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Gabrielle Aplin - Frozen (Madonna Cover)

#gabrielle aplin #frozen #madonna #cover #music #2024 #Writers Block pt. 1 #SoundCloud

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antonella-bussot · 3 months

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Ver "Frozen - Madonna | Live Show by Ellav | Mr Jones 🌟" en YouTube

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#frozen #madonna #cover #ellav #singer #celebrity #artist #liveshow2024 #pop artist #cover song #Youtube

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denim-devil · 6 months

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Bad To The Bone - Week 1 | Mirror Fucking/Hair pulling

Summary - When hearts collide, Billy chooses to chase after the longing thoughts that have only you in the midsts of them all, the biggest halloween party ever hosted in the small town of Hawkins was his best bet to finally entice those very thoughts…

Pairings - Bully!Billy Hargrove x M!Reader

The cigarette hung loosely from his lips as he stalked the crowded room, his eyes lingering on the current sight before him. Steve’s hands were far to close for his liking, lightly grabbing at your swaying hips.

What had felt like an eternity, Billy slowly crept toward the two of you, anger and malice ran through his veins like the blood circulating his body had done, bubbling up, growing closer to a boiling point.

Steve’s lips felt warm against the crook of your neck, his teeth nibbling gently against the dampness. Although under the influence, you had no desire to stop him, not after the end of your mid-night rendezvous with the current king and bully of Hawkins High.

A slight shove had forced the ridiculed Steve into the wall beside the two of you, a harsh bang sounding out into the room, even with the noisy crowd of teenage students and the humming beats of madonna…it was loud.

“Watch it asshole-“

Steve ushered out with a hiss. As if time itself was a concept, you stood, frozen. Billy stood with a proud smirk, his black, slightly damp leather jacket was hung open, showcasing the toned physique you were once frequented with.

“Watch what? I didn’t do anything”

Billy tuts, his eyes flicking over to you, looking you up and down like he would his next meal, like a dangerous predator to it’s prey. A certain ache began to pool between your legs, what were once pale, your cheeks were now a deep shade of crimson, taking note of Billy’s looming figure.

“Oh yeah? You wanna bet?”

Taking a puff of his cigarette, it goes back to laying loose between a shit-eaten grin, his tongue flicking over the orange tip. Billy had no time for games, nor Steve’s bullshit, instead he opted for the obvious choice, charging toward you with his fingerless leather gloves which eagerly wrapped around your bicep, yanking you toward the stairs.

“Oh your in so much shit sweetheart”

He half growled, half whispered, even with the music blaring and the crowd going back to dancing and chatting, Billy took himself seriously, only wanting you to know what was to follow as you stumbled up behind him, leaving a confused Steve, stammering around in the very same corner.

He hadn’t bothered to look back, feeling how limp your wrist was within his grip had told him everything he needed to know, you had no fight to win, Billy had already won, more so with the dingy bathroom door flying open with a tug and a kick.

Thump, thump, thump. It rang through your ears like an alarm, heartbeat pacing like a jockey and it’s horse during a race, running quicker once the door slammed shut and the click of the lock latching away both your confidence and the thoughts of an impending escape.

He stood, flicking the cigarette bud onto the floor before raising one of his heavy boots, stomping the crisp leftovers into dust.

You watched the older male proceed to shake of his jacket, leaving him in just the denim jeans he was naturally acquainted with.

“You better think twice before ever letting Harrington touch you like that again-“

Nodding was the only beneficial answer, earning a daring smirk from the manic jock before you. His golden locks were matted yet matched the darkness now claiming the once ocean blue eyes he usually sported, his hair resting against the sweaty tan skin that covered his innards.

His steps grew closer with each thump correlating with your heartbeat, black boots treading against the tiled floor toward you until his warm breath fanned lightly across your pink-dusted cheeks.

“Billy- please, it was nothing, j-just needed something”

He tutted before pressing his body against you, pushing you further into the floral wallpapered brick behind, instantly making you feel small and defenceless.

“Save it- you need to learn a thing or two…”

Billy doesn’t think twice, he normally doesn’t before acting on said thoughts, twisting your body, roughly laying you stomach first against the counter top that faced the elongated mirror before you.

His body, warm and delectable now rolled into your arched form from behind, pushing most of his growing erection against you, forcing you to feel your own impending doom.

“You should be thanking me sweetheart, you got this cock all to yourself and you were ready to throw it away like dog shit- fuck”

You incoherently mumble a short “no” before pushing back momentarily, testing the waters. Luck had happened to be in your favour, a starving Billy, craving nothing but to ravish you groaned before pulling back.

It was easier to see this way, watching eager finger tips make quick work of his leather belt and crotch zipper, both thumbs hooking into the burgundy band of his boxers, wiggling them down slowly, past the light trimming of blonde pubes surrounding his veiny, thick base.

“Can’t stop thinking about how easily you take this dick”

Your tongue trails over your dry lips, watching as the band smoothly runs further down, catching on the moist tip before being completely removed, his cock bounces, loudly slapping into his toned abdomen, the head angry with urgency, a deep crimson in colour, he was thick from base to tip, a singular girthy vein running on the underside, splitting off just underneath the curve of his tip.

He chuckled at the reaction, watching as the same lips he used to get himself once in the janitor closet after gym class hung agape, eyes wide with earnest and adoration.

“Don’cha think Harrington would give it in so easy? Look at you, all dolled up for the wrong guy-“

You groan into the warm air of the now secluded space, the bathroom, although big felt small with the presence of Billy watching over you, his shadow looming in every corner from the dim strip light placed just above the mirror, forwarding his domineering ways.

“Billy- I got dolled up for you…”

As if words were a dagger, sharp and pointy, cutting into his skin, seeping deeper and changing his whole point of view. It was clear now, from the tight, revealing light wash jeans that hugged every spot he had both discovered and devoured more then once to the dainty leather jacket that had you looking smaller then usual, swallowing you up.

“Oh really? Fuck princess, you really know how to rile up a guy”

His fingers tips scrambled from your inner thighs upward, towards the belt loops and eventually to the knot holding you together.

Billy had made quick work with your belt and jeans, unclasping the metal before roughly pulling down the tight denim that hugged you perfectly, followed by the white briefs unveiling the very source of his affliction and desire.

His cock, thick and heavy, laid perfectly between your crack, pulsing at the very thought of being inside once again, after weeks of having blue balls, it was his forbidden truth to feel you all over again, like the first.

“Harrington could never- you really think he could fuck you the way I do? Make you feel things…”

Reaching down, a warm hand cups the base of your dick before slightly tugging, the leather cold against the warmth he was supplying. The moans that had forced themselves from deep within bubbled up into a whimper once surpassing your open lips.

His free hand managed to sneakily wrap itself within your hair, tugging harshly, you were not getting out of this, even if you had the choice.

“I won’t ask you again doll-“

You mumble a sharp, squeaky “no” once the angry tip rests softly against the puckered skin surrounding your entrance and Billy’s gateway into bliss. A few more tugs was all he offered up before removing his hand from your dribbling member, slightly patting at the pert globes you arched into him.

He chuckled cockily, his beer-soaked chest resting against your clothed back before looking up into the glass mirror. It was almost invigorating to see himself like this, to watch you wriggle with anticipation, giving in so easily, allowing Billy himself to guide you through his ecstasy, it was even better, a strangers bathroom had never brought him so much glory.

“Atta boy, come on, won’t you relax for me, let me in sweetheart…”

He slips in with ease, creating a stretch that burned like the sun, growing with each passing inch, watching as his tongue danced against your neck, how your features twisted with pain…then pleasure.

“Look at yourself-“

He settles against you before pressing his hips flush against your own, filling you up, warm and thick in your gut. Tear-stained eyes flick up to settle on his baby blues that twitched with lust, his smirk big and proud, almost intimidating.

“That’s it- that’s my pretty boy, such a sweet thing for me, all for me”

He panted before pulling completely back with an audible pop, watching his cock bob, he ushered himself back in to the hilt with a loud slap, this was something Billy would never forget, clearly.

“Keep your eyes on me princess-“

You did, watching him roll his hips, feeling each inch slip and slide against your velvet walls, his tip edging it’s way back and forth, watching your eyes roll back in ecstasy.

“Bill- Billy, please-“

You gasp before he presses fully forward, pushing against your pleasure spot and watching you gasp, tongue licking at dry lips. Once again you find his eyes, blushing at the wet laps he gives your neck.

“You’ll think twice next time hmm?”…

#male reader #x male reader #stranger things #billy hargrove x male reader #billy hargrove #smut #possessive!billy #this woulf of been longer- but i’ve lost interest #hope yall enjoy it for what it is 🫶

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40orangecuck · 2 years

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Love Walks In — Close to Me (Pt.1)

In which Eddie graduates in ‘86, gets a job at Hawkins’ record store, and is a bit of a perv down horrendously for a girl who’s way out of his league.

Eddie’s slow afternoons at the record store usually consisted of him leaning on the counter and daydreaming. He would build the narrative of the next Hellfire campaign in his head, or sometimes he’d pop on some headphones and listen to the latest release from Metallica or Sabbath, imagining Corroded Coffin performing the music. On this particularly slow Sunday afternoon, Eddie found himself daydreaming again as he mechanically unboxed some tapes. But instead of pondering D&D and rock, he let his mind slip back to a month ago: to graduation day. The last time he’d seen her. Probably the last time he would ever see her.

She’d worn some big pearl earrings and a strapless dark green dress. Her smile was so wide as she clasped her diploma, her gown billowing behind her as she’d trotted excitedly off the stage. The sun in her wild hair and the flowing fabric of the gown gave her a truly ethereal glow: an image Eddie couldn’t forget if he tried. For a moment, he’d caught her eye from his place in line, her smile infecting him as he watched her go. Then she’d disappeared into the crowd, swept away by her proud family and her goodie-goodie friends who would have run away if he’d approached them.

He’d wanted to say something, but what was there to say? “Thanks for not treating me like a freak when we were partners in bio?” “Hey, that one time you covered for me in Mrs. O’Donnell’s class was the coolest thing anyone’s ever done for me?” “I know we never really hungout but I think you’re smart and hilarious and so nice and drop-dead fucking gorgeous and I hate the idea of never seeing you again?” It would have weirded her out if he’d just come up to her out of the blue; she probably didn’t even remember him. Or if she did, he was just some dude who’d been held back twice who she’d been nice to out of pity. No, it was better to let her go. She was one of the few people who hadn’t treated him like a freak. It was better to remember her like that than to say something to make her realize he was a freak after all.

Lost in the bittersweet memory and fiddling with the box of tapes on the counter, Eddie had barely registered the dinging of the front door. He could hear the sound of heels clicking on the linoleum over the radio faintly playing “Close to Me”. The clicks called to a memory he couldn’t place, eliciting subconscious excitement. He had just gathered an armful of tapes that had to be stocked when he looked up and was frozen in place.

Her back was turned to him, untamed hair sweeping her shoulder as she surveyed the rock section. She turned her head slightly, revealing two oversized chain links dangling from her ear. They jingled lightly as she walked. A bit of lapis blue shimmer adorned the center of her eyelids, black smudging the corners. Her lips were stained a dark crimson. She flitted her fingers over some Talking Heads, completely oblivious to his awestruck presence behind the counter. That was, until the tapes he was holding slipped out of his grasp.

“JESUS CHRIST!” he squawked, dropping to his knees behind the counter to collect the rubble of Madonna that surrounded him. He heard the clicking of heels again, realizing why the sound sent a shock down his spine. She always wore those wide heeled boots; they stopped a few inches shy of her knees, belt straps crossing the ankles. He’d watched them bounce impatiently against her desk in biology almost every day, perked up when he’d heard them announce her arrival to class. Sometimes, when she wore a shorter skirt, she’d cross her knees and the black leather of her shoes would rest perfectly against the soft skin of her thigh. He couldn’t explain the beauty of that sight, the thoughts it gave him. Thoughts he should not have been pondering while he was at work and she was mere feet away for fucks sake. God, he felt like such a creep for how he thought about her. Her mane of hair, the freckle on her collarbone, her soft pink lips. That one denim skirt of hers that showed off her upper thighs. Her legs. Fuck, her legs.

Eddie shook his head and blinked hard, trying to physically derail his self-destructive train of thought while regathering copies of True Blue from the floor. Inhaling sharply through his nose, Eddie reminded himself of the reality of the situation. He was just her weird former classmate and she was just minding her business, looking at some music. If he was lucky, she might smile at him while he rang her up before skipping out the door. There was no way a girl like her was itching to be around the town freak. Accepting his fate and bracing himself, Eddie stood up and immediately let out a yelp.

“bAAAH GOD DAMN IT!”

“Woah, hey Munson! Did I scare you there?” she giggled, her face leaning over the counter just inches from his own.

“Yeah! Sorry, I—Wow ah—you fucking got me there,” he stammered, playing off the amazement as surprise. He totally hadn’t been blown away by the fact she remembered his name, addressing him with the same ease and friendliness she had in class. He had very normal emotions about the fact her face was inches from his. His knees hadn’t faltered at all when he caught a whiff of her sweet citrus perfume.

“I’ll try to announce my presence next time. Maybe I should wear a bell like a cat,” she joked. Eddie grinned at the remark while the self-destructive gremlin in his brain imagined her wearing nothing but a black silk choker, a single bell dangling from the middle. Fuck he hated his mind.

“You work here?” she inquired, pointing around vaguely.

“Y-yeah! Like, selling music,” he mustered, recollecting himself a little.

“Nice! Lot of Madonna, huh?” she gestured to the tapes in his arms.

“You have NOOOOOO idea,” he hissed, eyes wide. The smile tugging at her lips widened.

“It seems like they’re trying to bury you in it.”

“That’s actually my worst fear, being buried alive in Madonna. How did you know?”

“Here, I’ll save you, just let me take a few,” she chuckled, reaching towards Eddie.

“Good GOD woman, are you MAD? This is HAZARDOUS MATERIAL!” he hollered, jumping back dramatically. “Please, for your own safety, leave the handling to the professionals!”

She let out a fit of giggles as Eddie walked out from behind the counter, stretching out a hand in front of him to keep her away. As he did so a tape fell off of his stack and she picked it up, prompting Eddie to let out another exaggerated cry.

“Now you’re INFECTED! Your music taste may NEVER RECOVER!”

“Never?!” she exclaimed with a wide smile, tone rising to match his.

“Well, perhaps if you received the best treatment available,” Eddie muttered, stroking his chin as he walked to the new releases shelf. “There’s still a chance you could enjoy real music again.”

“Oh? And what’s the treatment?”

“Only the very best harmonies the human race has to offer,” he quipped, snapping back to face her after sliding the tapes into their shelf. “And luckily for you, I happen to have my very own secret stash.”

Hopping over the back counter, Eddie motioned over his shoulder for her to join him. She jumped to sit on the counter and swung her boots around to the other side, skirt shifting up her thighs as she did so. It was the denim skirt. Eddie swallowed hard and briefly clenched his left hand into a fist behind his back. Heaven help him.

Crouching to reach, Eddie tugged hard on one of the bottom drawers behind the counter. It wouldn’t budge. He tried jiggling it side to side and up and down without success. With a knowing nod, Eddie gave the drawer a good kick with the back of his heel. It shot open, revealing about a dozen tapes scattered inside.

“Behold! My sacred crypt of metal.”

“Holy shit!” she mused, crouching next to him and reaching for the 5150 tape. “I’ve been looking for this one for ages! Guess it was hidden back here, huh?” she teased.

Brows furrowed, Eddie whipped his head back to stare at her. Did he hear her right? “You listen to Van Halen?”

“Just since 1984 came out, but yeah.”

His brows raised and a wide smile started in the right corner of his face. A breathy chuckle escaped his disbelieving lips. He shook his head slowly.

“What?” she asked, studying his response.

“I just never would have pegged you as a metal fan,” Eddie mused. “You’ve got more of a…what’s the name of that girl in The Breakfast Club? And Pretty in Pink?”

“You mean Molly Ringwald?”

Eddie snapped his fingers, pointing in agreement. “Yes. Her. That’s who you’re like. You’re more of an American darling than…well, a metal-loving freak,” he gestured to himself.

She grinned shyly, looking down at her feet. Did Eddie see a blush in her cheeks? Had he made her uncomfortable? Shit, he shouldn’t have admitted he thought she looked like that actress chick. It’d just slipped out. She did dress like her, and her big eyes were even more captivating.

“Well, not all of us chose to show off our eccentric tastes like you do, Munson,” she teased. “Doesn’t mean I enjoy good music any less.” A smirk tugged at her lips as she gazed at him through her lashes. He breathed out a chuckle, face still plastered with awe.

“Well, in that case,” he said, stepping back and slapping one of the huge stereo speakers lined against the back wall. “I’ll let you choose an album to play on these bad boys.” She rubbed her hands together, wearing a mischievous grin and biting the corner of her bottom lip. Eddie licked his lips at the sight.

He watched her as she crouched next to the cache of tapes. Her messily-painted sparkly blue fingernails hovered over them, dancing lightly as she made her decision. A squiggly copper ring with a single, large red bead hung on her right middle finger. There was one of those little gold rings with two hands holding a heart on her pinky. He’d seen other girls wearing them, but he never knew what they meant. Was it some kind of promise ring? He wasn’t surprised by the thought she had someone, but it made his chest feel like a hollow cavern. His eyes darted away from her hands and were immediately met with the sight of the skin between her thighs and ass, right below the hem of her skirt. Turning redder than her lipstick, Eddie turned his head sharply and covered his mouth with his fist. He began counting ceiling tiles like his life relied on it.

“This one,” she piped up, confidently holding Powerslave out to him.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Eddie chuckled, giving into his yearning to look at her again as he reached for the tape. His fingertips brushed hers as he clasped it. She glanced at the tape and then up at him with an unassuming smile. Blinking profusely, he turned away from her and busied himself with the stereo quickly. He didn’t think his face could feel any hotter, and he was all but certain he looked like a tomato.

With the press of a few buttons and a satisfying *click*, the shrill guitar and building drums of Aces High’s intro began to play. Eddie air guitared for a moment, head banging in time with the slow beat of the drums. Turning around, Eddie found her sitting on the counter, legs crossed and t-shirt hanging a bit off her left shoulder. Just like him, she was banging her head with the slow drum beats. Then, both of them paused as the intro slowed. Locking eyes and raising their brows in anticipation, they waited until the tempo sped up and the guitar resumed, and proceeded to head bang furiously, in sync with the new beat. Eddie kept going for a few seconds, but found himself stopping to admire her hair as she moved enthusiastically. He’d thought his hair was good for head banging. It was nothing compared to the storm on her head. It was completely unfair how sexy it was.

She stopped after a few seconds, giggling at herself and grinning ear-to-ear as she pushed hair away from her face. As he drank her in, Eddie couldn’t keep a grin from creeping up his face. She was downright infectious.

“Seems like you got a pretty good gig going here,” she remarked. “Access to good music and a bitchin’ sound system? I’m jealous.”

“Yeah, I just wish I could play this kinda stuff more. Boss man gets mad when I play it around customers.” The store owner, Frank, wanted music on the speakers to be “family appropriate”. But as long as Frankie boy wasn’t around and the store was empty, Eddie could play whatever he wanted. When he got a closing shift he would practically sprint to put on some Def Leppard after turning the front sign to read “closed.” He would jump and sing along while sweeping, twirling the broom around like a sword or a microphone. On one or two occasions, he had danced with the broom while imagining it was her. He had dreamt up the vague toss of her hair and the crinkling of her eyes, but every inch of him yearned to see the real thing. If he had one dance with that woman, he would be able to die a happy man.

“Ugh, tell me about it! My manager gets so bitchy when I—,”

Suddenly, her gaze fixed on the clock above Eddie’s head and her eyes widened. “Shit, I’m almost late!” she hissed, tossing her legs over the counter and hopping down on the other side.

A dull panic hit Eddie as he saw her preparing to leave. There was too much he wanted to say and nothing he actually could, but he knew he needed to try. He let the pounding in his chest spur him towards her, grabbing the 5150 tape as he did.

“Wait, here, take it,” he sputtered, arm jutting the tape over the counter. “You, uh, said you were looking for it? I feel like an asshole for stashing away the last one.”

“Eddie, that’s so—thank you!” she beamed, pressing the tape to her chest. “How much you want for it?”

“You kidding me? Your money’s no good here!” he exclaimed, batting the air. “I always meant to, uh, to thank you for your help. In O’Donnell’s. This is the least I could do.”

“That’s…that’s really sweet. Thank you.” Her eyes softened as her gaze met his.

“Don’t mention it,” Eddie muttered through a soft smile. His hand rubbed the back of his neck, eyes wandering to her slightly-smudged red lips. The rhythm of his heart jumped as he traced the glossy shine of her lower lip with his gaze. Eddie had to force himself to look away, suddenly becoming very grateful for the counter hiding his lower body.

“Ah! I—I’ve gotta run, but I’ll see you around!“ she called over her shoulder, smiling as she jogged towards the door.

“Y-yeah! See you,” Eddie called, waving as a dazed smile grazed his lips. After watching her dash down the street, Eddie threw his hands over his face and groaned.

“Jesus H. Christ,” he groaned. “I am sooooo fucked.”

Notes: Been working on this for a while and I've got plans for upcoming parts. Stay tuned ;)

#eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things self insert

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davids-scrapbook · 8 months

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TOP 40 MADONNA´S MOMENTS

The Blond Ambition World Tour

Vogue video

Like A Prayer video

“Like A Virgin” At The VMAs

Billboard Woman of the year spech

Mmmm To rule the world

Erotica Era

Madonna Kisses Britney Spears and Cristina Aguilera

Sooner Or Later at Oscar´s

Pepsi Endorsement Deal and Like A Prayer

Justify My Love video

Madonna and Gaultier (Les Enfants Terribles)

Vogue at VMA´s 1990

Truth Or Dare: In Bed With Madonna

Madonna vs David Letterman 1994

Falling off the stage at the Brit Awards in 2015

Material Girl video

Frozen video

Courtney Love crashed Madonna’s live post-VMAs

Madonna on Penthouse and Playboy Covers (1985)

Music Video

Super Bowl Performance

Madonna Marries Sean Penn

American Life video

Madonna performing "Live to Tell" at Confessions Tour

"Ray of Light" album

Express yourself video

The Immaculate Collection

Madonna and Michael Jackson

Madonna Officially Postpones Celebration Tour

The Re-edition of Sex book

Madonna breaks an arm

The Joke of Tyler at Madonna 1994

"Crazy For You" vs. "We are The world"

Premiere of Truth or Dare in Cannes

Evita

Madonna as a mother

Desperately Seeking Susan

Bedtime Story Video

Dick Tracy

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ode-of-odr-archive · 9 months

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spell out your url using song titles that can describe your muse.

W: Walk - Saint Chaos - "I'm fighting and I'm bleeding/ I don't give up, I walk / My hope, my love, my reason / They guide me as I walk"

O - Oh Death - Bobby Bass cover - "Well I am Death, none can excel/ I'll open the door to heaven or hell"

L - Like a Stone - Audioslave - "And I sat in regret /Of all the things I've done /For all that I've blessed/And all that I've wronged /In dreams until my death/I will wander on"

F - Frozen - Madonna - "You waste your time with hate and regret You're broken when your heart's not open"

A - Anoana - Heilung - (It's just the whole vibe of the song. Our man is a pagan/heathen after all)

T - The Wolf - Phildel - "The wishes I've made are too vicious to tell/ The devil already he knows me so well/ And if it's true/ I'll go there with you"

W - Wake the White Wolf - Miracle of Sound - "A means to an end this path that I choose/Lost and aloof are the loves of my past"

O - Otherside - Red Hot Chili Peppers - "How long, how long will I slide?/ Separate my side, I don't, I don't believe it's bad/ Slit my throat it's all I ever"

R- Running up that Hill - Kate Bush cover - "You don't wanna hurt me/ But see how deep the bullet lies/ Unaware I'm tearin' you asunder"

L - Love Song Requiem - Trading Yesterday- "And the future haunts with memories that I could never have/ And hope is just a stranger wondering how it got so bad"

D - Did my Time - Korn - "I am the one who chose my path/ I am the one who couldn't last/ I feel the life pulled from me/ I feel the anger changing me"

S - Sho Heen - Kate Rusby - "The moon I fear and the stars fall on me/ I won't close my eyes 'till the morning light/ Oh bring on the sun I cannot rest tonight"

E - Everything on the Ground - Iron & Wine - "So you will blame me/ Blame me for the rocks/ And baby bones and broken lock/ On our Garden"

N - No One Knows- Queens of the Stone Age - "We get some rules to follow/ That and this, these and those/ No one knows"

D - Don't Belong - Cold - "A sick man a monster/ Broken still today/ I can't explain what happens to me/ Caught in the game I always start/ I could describe each mistake for you/ Tattoo it on my tainted heart"

Tagged: Stole it from @matteredloyalty

Tagging: Seriously this meme is both fun and frustrating so whoever is up for it, totally tag me if you do it.

Real talk this meme was not meant for people with URLs like mine. This took way too long and I kind of cheated on one!

#◾ I blinked and the world was gone — ooc

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antonella-bussot · 3 months

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Ver "Frozen - Madonna | Live Show by Ellav | Mr Jones 🌟" en YouTube

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#frozen #madonna #cover #ellav #singer #liveconcert #pop music #celebrity #antonellabussot #cover song #Youtube

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lonelyvomit · 2 years

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tag people you'd like to get to know better

thanks for the tag @maryonacross-mp3 🥺🖤🖤

relationship status: single

favorite colours: silver, black, purple

song stuck in my head: Joel's cover of Madonna's Frozen. the 17 second tiktok was enough 😑

last thing you googled: Arttu Lindeman. lol

time: 18:53 (edit: that's when I started making the post and it took me 40 minutes cus my brain is like that rn 😭😭)

dream trip: Rome in the winter. I really wanna go see the architecture and go see the places Dan Brown talks about in Angels & Demons cus I'm a nerd like that. and my nordic ass would be so happy in just a hoodie and a scarf in the italian winter lol

last thing you read: LS fanfic 😌

last book: The Moomins and the Great Flood by Tove Jansson 🥰

favorite thing to bake/cook: muffins and bread rolls with carrot (which I suddenly feel like might be a nordic thing? everybody tell me if yall ever put shredded carrot in your bread buns)

favorite craft to do in your free time: drawing and jigsaw puzzles

most niche dislike: checkered pattern

opinion on circuses: with human performers & domestic animals like dogs and horses and birds it's fine, assuming the animals are trained with respect and well taken care of

do you have a sense of direction: naturally not really, but I'm pretty good at reading a map so I don't get lost either

#thank youuu <3 #tagged #leaving this untagged cus my brain is mush tho 🥲🖤

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slrmagazine · 6 days

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VICTORIA K Releases Enchanting Cover of Madonna’s ‘Frozen’

VICTORIA K Releases Enchanting Cover of Madonna’s ‘Frozen’. #victoriak @VictoriaK2004

Melbourne Gothic Metal powerhouse Victoria K have recorded their own heavy rendition of Madonna’s iconic 1998 ballad, ‘Frozen.’ Victoria K brings their dark and tenebrous stylings to the classic with heavy riffs and the judicious incorporation of harsh vocals, while at the same time paying tribute to the soulful and introspective nature of the song with more dulcet moments led by…

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VICTORIA K Release Enchanting Cover of Madonna’s ‘Frozen’

Melbourne Gothic Metal powerhouse Victoria K have recorded their own heavy rendition of Madonna’s iconic 1998 ballad, ‘Frozen.’ Victoria K bring their dark and tenebrous stylings to the classic with heavy riffs and the judicious incorporation of harsh vocals, while at the same time paying tribute to the soulful and introspective nature of the song with more dulcet moments led by…