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talktolwt · 10 months

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I would like to focus on the music chosen for Hob Gadling's 80s sequence.

I'm extremely late to the world of The Sandman (finally binged it two weeks ago after my mother had been begging me to watch it with her and now I'm more obsessed than her) Bottom line: I'm unbelievably glad I finally watched this beautiful piece of television.

I have yet to read the comics but as for the first season, I have to say, without a doubt, my favorite episode is Chapter 6: The Sound of Her Wings. Death's 20-min segment is a beauty unto itself, but I'll be focusing on Hob's segment today. Specifically, his 80s scenes.

Considering I'm so late to this fandom and exploring all of its wondrous details and themes, excuse me if this has already been noted. I've been thinking about these details over and over but I need to get it out there in the Sandman world and hear everyone else's thoughts.

*Also excuse the terrible photos - Netflix doesn't let you screenshot and I was too lazy to get another app to let me bypass it. Please bear with my photos of my laptop screen.*

There are three songs that play throughout this sequence.

#1 - "She Drives Me Crazy" by Fine Young Cannibals

I accidentally deleted half my post mid-writing this but here I go again.

As we can see, after the breakup scene, we open up on Hob Gadling (he looks amazing in his 80s look, by the way) and this song plays.

Here are the lyrics:

I mean - where do I even start LMAO.

*Let me just give another note - regardless if you ship Dreamling romantically or not, I will be merely analyzing these lyrics as they are and how they convey Hob's feelings for Dream in general. But, I mean, the songs are THERE, the text is THERE. So do with that what you will.*

This will go for the following two songs as well, but these songs are placed with meaningful intention. Each of these offer a unique lens and dive into Hob's feelings.

I won't be annoying and over-explain anything, but the lyrics are clear I feel:

"She drives me crazy" - cough

"Things you do don't seem real" - in Hob's view, Dream literally is an enigma. Hob has no idea the capacities, the limits, and even the name of this being he meets every century.

"This waiting 'round's killing me" - well.

"Everything you say is lies" - now I wouldn't say particularly lies, but Dream does keep and omit things from Hob. Understandably, Hob would find himself in a confused limbo with Dream.

Here's the kicker:

"I won't make it on my own/No one likes to be alone." - HELLO. I mean, if this isn't the core message and pinnacle of Dream and Hob's lesson to immortality.

As Death mentions earlier in the episode, around 18:10, "Most of us will be glad for the company of a friend."

I feel I could go on forever and ever about the beauty of this episode and how well The Sound of Her Wings and Men of Good Fortune intertwine. They beautifully complement each other as stories lamenting the dichotomy of life and death, and the joys of humanity.

But essentially, Death reteaches Dream how beautiful humans can truly be, and in this pivotal moment, she says this zinger of a line. The camera was initially on Death but for THIS line, it cuts to Dream.

BECAUSE - poor Dream is definitely in need a friend.

Which is then shown to the audience by the 30-min long Hob Gadling sequence that ensues, and we see Dream's aversion to needing someone, to needing a friend.

But I digress - back to the song, and that one line about not wanting to be alone.

That is such a poignant line, because as much as Dream felt alone and needed company, so does Hob? An immortal, constantly seeing the death of others around him, his companions and family long gone, he needs someone.

Considering this 80s sequence ruminates so heavily on post-breakup feelings, Hob is missing Dream dearly. His constant in life.

I'm rambling too much, onto the next one!

#2 - "Shattered Dreams" by Johnny Hates Jazz

Time skip to perhaps a few hours later, who knows. We see Hob still waiting for Dream, alone in the pub.

Hm.

Literally what else could I say. I'm being slapped in the face with pining and angst and longing.

Here are the lyrics:

Some noteworthy lyrics:

"So much for your promises/They died the day you let me go" - this breakup man

"Caught up in a web of lies" - another lie motif

"I thought it was you/Who would stand by my side" - the theme of Dream and Hob being constants in each other's lives

"Shattered dreams" - I could scream. The title of the song. SHATTERED. DREAMS. giggling rn.

"Woke up to reality" - I think that's a very interesting line toeing between the constant references of the Waking and the Dreaming

Basically, I've been noting these evident similarities within the songs to align themselves to Dream and Hob's situation, and it's clear that the director/writers chose these songs with intent of it paralleling Dreamling.

So that makes it even more insane when lines like "From this empty heart" are meant to parallel Hob. Like.

Okay, last song.

#3 - "Keep On Moving" by Soul II Soul

This song plays as the night progresses. It's late, it's clear Dream isn't showing up, and Hob is feeling pretty final about that, and perhaps he's accepted it at this point. Dream isn't coming.

So this is where he speaks to the bartender and that scene ensues.

Here are the lyrics:

The themes of time and clocks are super prevalent within this song, and again it's once more clear how heavily this reflects and represents Hob.

Noteworthy lyrics:

"Why do people choose to live their lives this way?" - I think this also uniquely touches on the general aspect of humanity and one's reason to live/love life. Dream battles with his confusion/slight disappointment for humanity at the beginning, as he asks Death, "Why would any sensible creature crave an eternity of this?" And then Hob helps Dream realize why there's so much to live for. (24:30)

"I know the time will come today/The time will come one day"

"Walking alone in my own way" - Again this idea of walking alone and needing company.

"You'll be in my life, my life always" - Dream and Hob being constants again.

This all goes to say - Hob cares. He cares for Dream.

And I just think that's very beautiful. The magnitude with which Dream's absence means to him and how much their friendship/companionship both means to each of them. I just think their connection is a beautiful thing that I love seeing and rewatching. Wonderfully, these songs give the audience even more layered insight into this connection.

This was super long, and I apologize if I went on some tangents. But I also just couldn't help it, The Sandman is so incredibly rich in its storytelling and its connections and dynamics that I had to write this all down. I also just very much appreciate the amount of care and detail that goes into every aspect of television, and needle drops such as these three songs are no exception.

Thank you for sticking with me through this! Can't wait for season 2!

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dilfsuzanneyk · 2 months

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music is so good guys like i don't think you understand how amazing this shit is

#like ???? someone made that. someone wrote that and then played the instruments and then someone maybe even sang it.#they put their time into it. their effort. most times their entire soul and their emotions like do you get it???#and then YOU get to listen to it. you get to listen to that artist's soul for just a bit. and you get to feel your own soul kind of #get ripped out of your own body and just really Feel.#do you get it do i make sense because holy shit #music is great. art is great. fuck man we're so lucky to just be able to Have that outlet.#vex rambles

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bongsavior · 9 months

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I'll move to Australia and everything will be way more okay, at least more than these everyday problems i have here in the US. I want to leave all of this pain and sorrow behind and never have to see anyone ever again. Start anew

#but that's a dream. a dream i might be able to make true #i think music is where i need to go #i'm meant to create sound with my soul in every way that i can and that's why i've never felt a true outlet #i've never felt accomplished and i cry when i sing and i felt my soul vibrating when i went to my brother's band's show in Chicago #my dad died and i have a little money now. i need to get some music making software and hardware #i gotta ask my brother #i miss making music and it's time to pick it up again years later for real this time #wish me luck

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twoheadedcalfsanctuary · 1 year

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somewhere around the fifteenth loop of big me I formed the headcannon teen nick’s taste drifts more towards the easygoing 90s ish side of cclassic rock, but he’ll only practice/play it when dad’s out of the house bc glenn prefers hard rock and jodie is an 80s pop man bsgsusbsv

#character playlist #nicky close foster #nick close #dndads #STUPID levels of self indulgence here #i CANT help it I do t have a radio show anymore #i have no music nerd outlet #glenn close #jodie foster #Morgan listens to like 90s stoner music if you’re curious #she plays Nick hope Sandoval #he still listens to the warm inventions when he gets high <3 #morgan also likes old soul and motown #the good shit

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rosenfey · 1 year

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that last photoset of wanda would honestly look really good as an album cover for her so that's what I've decided it is :3 baby is making her debut in night city with her blues rock music with just the right slice of soul folk

#ambie.txt #oc: wanda van der valentine #she has very hauntingly beautiful vocals. witch like very gentle vibes but also something that speaks right to your soul #music is an outlet for her. she needs to cope in a healthy way #damien is doing the piano and guitar. and they are also doing duets because romantique #oc: damien latour

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castielmacleod · 2 years

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Fics I will never write: IT GETS BETTER

Set in a canon divergent season 11, It Gets Better is a short fic exploring the abusive relationship between Cas and Dean, from Cas’ perspective. Traumatised from being nearly killed by the man he loves, struggling with agoraphobia, anxiety attacks, and depression, a broken-winged angel contemplates what it is he wants so he can decide if this is working or not. Character study with themes of trauma, self-worth, unrequited love, the paralysing effects of being trapped in an abusive relationship, and healing.

#Fics I will never write #Safeantidestiel #My posts #Not that I’m obligated to spill my guts on tunglr dot com but this would be coming from a place of authenticity.#If I could write it in the first place that is #This would be very depressing but it ends with Cas learning to play piano as an outlet #The scene is very clear in my head. Cas finally works up the courage to venture outside the bunker and ends up at this little pub #that has a piano and he goes and sits at it and finds a tune he likes #The pub is mostly empty except for the bartender really. And she comes over to talk to him because she plays piano too #And Cas says he’s actually never played before but *some ridiculous angel thing about music and notes and math* that let him figure it out #And it goes over the bartender’s head but she ends up teaching him the heart & soul duet and they play it together #Then she closes up the bar and tells him goodbye and to keep well and he stands there outside the door until she’s out of sight and then #breaks down crying.#And anyway some more things happen and then one day when Dean is out hunting Cas decides to leave the bunker for good #I am putting this in my fics I’ll never write series but I actually could see myself pushing to write this one. It’s meant to be short #Like not multi chapter or anything. And I need to get some of this shite off my chest anyway #Like I need to put how their relationship makes me feel into words beyond ranting tumblr posts you know #<— Cas and Dean’s relationship I mean #Tw abuse

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windydrawallday · 1 year

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I'M BURNING / I'M LEARNING

Life is good because I'm breathing Hell is just a stage of grieving You're an evil human being Sorry if that hurt your feelings

I burned up my energy HAHAHA BUT I know how to take care of myself so: I moved ALL the schedule to the next week! I hope I get well soon to enjoy better this place and well, tie on some more work in between x3

#windydrawallday personal #windydrawallday ventart #ventart #digital illustration #emotional outlet #i have TIME without listening to that song and never searched for the lyrics and im #GASP is so powerful #music for my soul #windy's animal troupe #animal troupe the lynx

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cottonconnielvr · 9 months

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❥MONDAY — c. springer

seven days a week.

PAIRINGS ✩ — plug!connie x fem!black!reader

WARNINGS ✩ — both are under influence, spitting, usage of 🍃, hair pulling if you squint, fuck idk i suck at warnings just smut at the end leave me alone i can’t deal rn + i’ll come back to edit

CONNIE has been unfocused more than usual. He has high energy usually and is bouncing from task to task but today, he can’t seem to grasp reality.

“Bro is you good?” Onyankopon says in between a laugh. He had been calling Connie’s name for about a minute. Connie looked up from the counter, multiple packs of weed sitting on the counter. Ony was looking back from his spot on the cream colored couch, his dark green tracksuit making him stand out.

“…Yeah” Connie nodded his head at him, continuing to place weed on a scale. “Yeah ight…i’ve been calling your name” Ony walks around to the kitchen island. “Well I didn’t hear you” Connie snaps back at him.

Ony smacks his teeth, bucking at Connie. “Yo sassy ass be around Sasha too much”. Connie shook his head. “You remember that one drop we did at Marco’s yesterday….” Connie suddenly brings up.

Ony looks up, thinking back to the previous day. The party was big, he gave a couple college girls a 3.5 then left by himself. “Yeah…why?” Ony asked in confusion, now wondering if something happened to make him bring it up. Ony and Connie were like brothers, they had committed to this game together. They protected each other all the time.

“Do you remember seeing Sasha with a girl wearing pink beside her?” Connie specifies, thinking back to his first time spotting you.

“Yeah you talking about Y/N?” Connie nods his head, Y/N

“What about her?”

“Nothing, jus asking” Connie lies to Ony. There was something. Connie’s mind had been suffocated by the thought of you. He remembers how you smiled at everyone Sasha introduced you to. He also remembered how you looked up into his eyes, yours red and low.

He told you his name and you told him his– atleast he thought you did. The music was playing so loud he didn’t hear you. But that was the last thing he was worried about, he was focused on the way you were staring him down.

Since he woke up this morning he’s been thinking about the mystery girl who sucked the soul out of him. The mystery girl who’s pussy was the wettest and warmest he’s ever been in.

He cried everytime he came that night, that’s never happened before. He hoped you didn’t notice, not wanting to creep you out. He also wondered if you enjoyed it as much as he did, and if you were thinking about this particular hookup all day as well.

He’s never felt anything like you before. You had to be a crystal bitch or somethingggg like pussy putting spells onna nigga🫃🫃

He just hopes he can meet you again, for a proper introduction.

❥

You sip on your Starbucks Frappuccino, two small Tiffany and Co. bags in your other hand. You were walking down a shopping outlet, deciding to spend your free time shopping. For the past couple of days, you’ve been straight partying. The most recent one was a bit memorable though. You were pretty cross faded and had some of the best sex in your life. You couldn’t exactly remember who it was with though. He was wearing light blue and white, you can accurately remember. Tattoos all over and he smelled amazing. But his name?…..can’t exactly remember that one. You just brushed it off though, maybe he’ll come around again but you weren’t worried.

Your phone started to vibrate in your back pocket. You grabbed it before reading the contact name, ‘Sash🫶🏾🤍’

You pressed the green icon, Sasha’s face appearing on the screen. “You gotta come to this kickback” She says before you can speak.

“Girlll, i’ve been out for days. I think I still have a hangover” You whined, looking up at the Coach sign before walking in. “Well it’s not like an actual kickback. Jean is just throwing a get together,” You sighed, looking down at Sasha as she was munching on some chips. “Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! It’s gonna be like fifty people max” She pleaded, bringing her face super close to the camera.

“Okay fineee,” You groan, sipping the last of your Frappuccino. “What’s the dress code?”

“Mmmm… sexy casual” Sasha nodded her head. “Kk, I’m gonna finish up shopping babe. Send me the addy” You said your goodbyes before hanging up.

❥

Connie laid back on Jean’s couch manspreading. He had a blunt in one hand, the other resting on the couch. He had no tasks for the rest of the day and decided on stopping by Jean’s, a mutual friend.

His eyes were already red and low, he could start to feel his munchies kick in. He smoked the last of the roach before putting it out. There’s a good amount of people here. Maybe about 30 or 40.

Some people smoking hookah in the corner, some outside just chatting. The vibe was calmer than what the house parties he usually attends are.

“Ay Con!” Connie looks back from his spot on the couch. “Come take a shot!” Eren called him over,holding up a shot glass. Connie wasn’t much of a drinker but did every once in a while. It simply wasn’t for him. Standing up and walking over to the island, he hears a familiar voice speaking from the door.

“Wowwww shots without us?!” Sasha walks over from the door, you trailing behind her. Connie can feel his heartbeat pick up. It’s you. Your now standing infront of him, looking 10x more stunning.

“Y’all remember Y/N” Sasha gestured to you while snatching the bottle from Eren.

“Hey” You flashed a smile that made Connie jr harden just a bit. Your eyes wandered around the room. Not too many people, but enough for you to have to raise your voice a little if you’re trying to have a conversation.

Your eyes stopped on a pair that were only staring right back at you. You could feel your breath hitch. Holy shit no way

❥

The night has been filled with pure tension. Sexual tension at that. You’ve come to find out that ,mystery boy with a huge dick, name is actually Connie. The entire night he’s had his eyes on you, both of you keeping eye contact. A part of you kept wanting to look back from your spot on the couch. You’d only immediately find his eyes. It was as if you were silently conversing. You both wanted more of eachother, but how do you approach your “one” night stand asking for just another round.

“Imma go get a refill” You say to Jean, passing him the hookah. He nodded before continuing to converse with Sasha.

You walked into the kitchen, holding your red cup in one hand. Much to your surprise, Connie was the only one in the kitchen. He was sitting on the counter, his head down and all his attention focused on the blunt he was currently rolling.

You walk over to where all the bottles were, Connie’s head immediately lifting as he gets a whiff of sweet perfume. You smile to yourself when you feel his stare on you. You pour a little hennessy in your cup before turning around.

Connie’s looking at you with his eyes low and redder than before. You keep eye contact with him as you sip from your cup. Your gloss staining your cup.

Connie watches you closely, focusing on every single detail about you. He’s wondering what makes you so different from any other girl he’s been with.

“Why aren’t you with everyone else?” You decide to speak first, breaking the ice. Connie can feel his dick twitch at the sound of your voice, a slight rasp from the burning of the alcohol.

Your thighs clench together as you watch Connie lick his lips. “Shit…..guess I was waiting for you to come to me.” His voice coming out low and deep.

The tension in the kitchen is so high right now, even Ony who’s sitting on the couch can feel it.

A lazy smile breaks out on your face, Connie’s too as he licks the blunt. His eyes never look away from yours, dragging his tongue across the wood. You can even see his tongue piercing that was deep in your pus-

“Mhmm, well i’m here now so…” You trail off, walking a bit closer to him. You can smell his cologne from where you stand. Your intoxication was making this no better for you, as well as the PartyNextDoor that’s playing in the background.

You watch as Connie lights his blunt. He brings it to his lips before puffing twice, just to make sure it’s lit. He sucks in a breath before blowing the smoke out. He reaches his hands out, holding out the blunt to you.

You hesitate before moving closer, taking it from him. You reach for a napkin to wipe your lipgloss off but Connie only grabs your wrist. “You don’t have too, i’m okay with it”

“Oh…okay” You bring the blunt up to your lips, the smoke immediately making you cough. “God damn, strong ass…” You can’t finish your sentence through a fit of coughs. Connie lightly laughs as he reaches to grab an unopened water bottle on the counter.

You could already feel like you were baked off of just one hit, your eyes looking a little sleepy. “I’m already high what the fuck…” You blinked up at Connie.

“I guess i’m just used to it” He hits it again. “You’re literally smoking the devils lettuce. That shit came straight from hell” You take a gulp of water.

Connie could tell you were a lot less tense. For some reason you trusted him like a lot… even though you’ve never had a full conversation with him.

“I enjoyed last night a lot” You lean against the counter, head tilting. You know that you’re being bold all of a sudden but fuck, this man was too fine.

Behind his faux chill demeanor, Connie was freaking out. He wanted to feel you again. He never wanted you to stop talking and he could look at you for hours.

“Yeah, me too” He’s fighting his anxiety, trying not to seem to excited to be talking to you. He was praying, even crossing his toes that he would be able to get another look at your naked body.

You bit on your lower lip, contemplating on whether or not you should keep making the moves.

“I’m gonna…go to the bathroom” You trail off, not giving Connie another word before walking off with your cup.

Connie almost jumps off the counter, fighting the urge to throw his rolling tray to the side and follow you right to the bathroom. He wanted you to keep talking to him. Connie watched you walk up the stairs, he couldn’t miss this opportunity.

❥

“Fuck, talk to me mama” Connie breathes into your ear, your hair roughly tangled around his fist. You can feel him in your stomach, punching your cervix over and over.

“Ah-mmph..I can’t” Your hands hold onto the sink, grasping it harder than you can grasp reality.

Connie feels a bit bad that he wishes he didn’t have on a condom right now, wanting to feel you raw.

“Yes you can, you are now —fuck— aren’t ya?” Connie taunts you, his hand reaching down to rub your clit. “I don’t want p-people to hear” Your head rests on Connie’s shoulder.

“Why not? Don’t want anyone to know how much of a slut you are?” Your eyebrows furrow, you were pretty sure you saw tears falling down Connie’s eyes the first time you hooked up. You clenched around him purposely, earning a whine from him.

“Oh i’m a slut?” You lifted your head back up to look at him in the mirror. You used Connie’s vulnerable state to push him off of you, giving him no time to be confused before you drop to your knees.

“What the– fuck” Connie groans out. You watch as this grown man literally slaps his hand over his mouth. Your tongue runs up his cock, licking up all your wetness. You rise up, peeling Connie’s hand off of his mouth. He watched you intently. You squished his cheeks together before spitting your wetness in his mouth.

A part of you feels really really slutty. No man has really made you feel like this. Yeah sure you wanted him but you wanted him to chase after you, not the other way around.

You watch Connie swallow with no hesitation. “You’re cool and all Connie, but I don’t even know you. It’ll take a little more than a blunt.” You watch Connie’s mouth open agape.

He was very very confused. He thought you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you. You let him eat you out before letting him put his dick inside you. Then you suddenly stop him? What the fuck-

“Just letting you know, i’m a bit expensive” You fix your clothes and hair in the mirror.

“Bye Connie” You sweetly say, before exiting the bathroom, leaving Connie with a rock hard erection.

“Fuck i’m too high for this” Connie face palms himself. No way he just let a girl edge him.

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lilithienne · 1 month

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PICK A RIDE

Inquiry: Advice for those feeling stuck in life.

Welcome to my PICK A RIDE reading.

🍸⎯ reading info;

Three piles (rides) to choose from, pick which one you are most drawn to.

Each pile will give advice and help to those who are feeling stuck in life.

ride one

cards: king of wands, 3 of pentacles, ace of wands, knight of pentacles

Embrace your passion and take decisive action (King of Wands) by channeling your inner fire and enthusiasm into projects or ventures that inspire you. This card encourages you to lead with confidence and conviction, trusting your abilities to manifest your desires. Collaborate with others and leverage your skills (3 of Pentacles) by seeking support from colleagues or mentors who can offer valuable insights and contribute to your success. Working together with a shared vision can lead to greater achievements and recognition for your efforts.

Seize new opportunities and ignite your creativity (Ace of Wands) by staying open to fresh ideas and possibilities that can fuel your passion and drive. This card invites you to embrace the spirit of innovation and enthusiasm, tapping into your creative potential to bring your aspirations to life. Stay grounded and persistent in pursuing your goals (Knight of Pentacles) by maintaining a disciplined approach and focusing on steady progress. This card advises you to be patient and dedicated, as consistent effort and attention to detail will lead to long-term success and fulfillment.

🍸⎯ music for your ride: Rock, Experimental, Alternative Rock, Folk Rock.

ride two

cards: page of swords, the moon, king of pentacles, 9 of cups

Use your intellect and communication skills to gain clarity and perspective (Page of Swords) by engaging in meaningful conversations and seeking information that can help you understand your situation better. This card encourages you to be curious and open-minded, exploring different viewpoints to expand your awareness. Confront your fears and explore your subconscious (The Moon) by delving into your emotions and innermost thoughts. This card invites you to trust your intuition and confront any hidden anxieties or uncertainties holding you back.

Harness your financial stability and practical abilities (King of Pentacles) by focusing on creating a stable foundation for your future. This card suggests taking a practical approach to managing your resources and responsibilities, ensuring long-term security and success. Focus on emotional fulfillment and gratitude (9 of Cups) by appreciating the blessings in your life and cultivating a sense of contentment and happiness. This card reminds you to celebrate your achievements and cherish moments of joy, leading to a more fulfilling and balanced life.

🍸⎯ music for your ride: Ambient, Dream Pop, Jazz Fusion, Soul/R&B.

ride three

cards: 4 of swords, 9 of swords, page of cups, the star

Prioritize self-care and relaxation to restore mental clarity and inner peace (4 of Swords) by taking time for rest and rejuvenation. This card advises you to step back from stressors and obligations, allowing yourself space to recharge and regain perspective. Seek support to address anxiety and worries (9 of Swords) by reaching out to trusted friends or professionals who can offer guidance and reassurance. This card reminds you that it's okay to ask for help and that sharing your concerns can lead to solutions and relief.

Trust your intuition and explore creative outlets or spiritual practices (Page of Cups) by tapping into your emotional insights and imaginative abilities. This card encourages you to express yourself authentically and connect with your inner wisdom through artistic or spiritual pursuits. Maintain hope, healing, and renewal (The Star) by staying optimistic and believing in the possibilities ahead. This card symbolizes hope, inspiration, and a sense of renewal, guiding you towards brighter days and new opportunities for growth.

🍸⎯ music for your ride: Meditation, Ambient Electronic, Indie Folk, New Age.

#Tarot #Pick A Card #Tarot Reading #PAC

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gaeulssims · 3 months

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Day 3: 70s/Soul train

Soul Train, one of the longest-running syndicated shows in television history, began in 1970 on the Chicago television station WCIU-TV when there were few outlets for popular Black culture throughout the United States. It was a radical move for the time, exhibiting the cultural perspectives of African American music, dance, and fashion clothing on television. Soul Train allowed the world to view African Americans’ many faces and elements and their unique experiences in American society. Each episode of Soul Train would be closed with founder Don Cornelius reciting the words, “Love, peace, and soul!” Link

#ts4 simblr #ts4 #the sims 4 #BHMCAS #sims 4 cas #ts4 cas #create a sim #CAS #Gaeuls.LB

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ancientgoddessofegypt · 3 months

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What Needs Your Attention Right Now? Pick A Pile

Feeing inspired, so just wanted to try something new. Hope you all like it!

PILE 1 - Calm Down. Focus on a higher cause. Resting and Rejuvenation.

So for this group, its time for you to rest that head of yours. How can you move forward if your mind isn't well rested? Think before you speak, and learn to be quiet more. Any intrusive thoughts you might be having are asking for a creative outlet. So go slow. Take your time, and just breathe. For this group, spending time in nature or fully taking in the time to meditate is a primary focus you guys should get into at this time.

Chakra that needs work: Root Chakra. You need to stay grounded and start writing down your thoughts in a notebook. Healing any old issues could come through from the power of writing. Depressive thoughts could be something worth noting with this group, however I see going outside and getting some fresh air takes some of the pressure from low emotions you're feeling off of you a bit. For more ways to ground, try putting your feet in the grass, it helps stimulate the body. In the morning, find something to calm and relax the mind, maybe soft music? Make sure to stretch when you wake up to stimulate to brain. Overall, for this group you need to be patient and let things run its course.

PILE 2 - Letting go brings great success. Goals & Dreams. Focusing on the Higher Path.

So this group needs to put a little more energy into their goals! Brain fog might be significant for this group and this could be causing uncertainty in what you want for yourself. You have the power to receive what it is you want. The power is in your mind. You must know that it is yours, and on a mental scale challenging your brain to do more and feel more deserving of your goals will strengthen you in the end. Ever heard of fake it til you make it? You never know until you try.

Chakra that needs work: Third Eye + Solar Plexus

Work out. Work out. Work it Out! Put some more work in exercising those muscles. Working out the body helps the brain work harder to fight of anything that keeps it from focusing, and you need all the energy you can get to master those goals of yours. Perception is another focus for this group, trying making a plan for yourself and what you see for the next 5 years or so, k? This will help with visualization skills in the future. Speaking of visualization, try making a vision board and keeping it somewhere you can see everyday! Something about your goals are important and need some heavy lifting. Remember all seeds grow at their own pace, so just because you don't see anything after a week, a month, yr, etc doesn't mean its not moving. The garden you create has its own tempo at the end of the day. ;)

PILE 3 - Following Your Destiny. A Higher Calling.

Soul Purpose. Your mission is coming up and its moving out everything thats been in the way. You have to move forward with what your spirit wants from you, as your destiny is more important than you realize. Be thankful for the past, and move higher into the present. Take a deep breathe and forge through the challenges and obstacles that we're standing in your way and lead to a higher destination. You've been brought here for something significant, but do you know that? Take time to listen to your intuition and focus on what is asked of you at this time.

Chakra that needs work : Heart Chakra

So this chakra is in control of your higher purpose. You need love to bring it all into fruition. Let this passion for something deeper burn in you so that you can heal any troubles from the past, as this could have blocked you from knowing what it is you desire. Be more open to enjoying life as is, because this group is suppose to live life on edge. And you are meant to be leading your life with the power of the infinite, which brings it all back to love. Hope this helps !

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reikamasama · 25 days

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𝙰 𝚂𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝙾𝚏 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 ?

Pairing ; Hazbin Hotel x G/N Teen!Reader

Warnings ; Abusive behavior, Manipulation, Controlling behavior, Blood, Stabbing, Implications of death, Suicide, Masochism

Word count ; 2.4k

summary ; You finally snap back at your mother, after years of abuse. But something in your brain tells you she still loves you after all of these years. Even after you’ve snapped.

ೃ⁀➷ Prologue, ꕥ chapter I ꕥ Chapter II

“After all, this is your dream isn’t it?”

A soft, warm hand slowly find its way upon your face to cup your cheek in a firm grip. As you stand there like a deer in the headlights, frozen. You feel a chill running down your spine as your body begins to tense, the woman in front of you keeping her calm, collected face.

Her smile is soft, as if giving you a false sense of hope and comfort. Her kind eyes are a deep purple, burning right into your souls as she stares at you. Her breath is steady.

If you’d see this playing out from afar you would’ve though she was just a kind mother tending to their child, but your not some stranger looking from the outside to see what’s happening within, you are her child. Her firm grip on your cheek hurts, you wanted to scream at her, tell her it hurt, tell her to get off of you but nothing came out.

“Sweetie, you know i want the best for you, right? Wasting your time on silly things like music will get you in the way of your studying!”

Her voice sounds like a freshly made batch of honey, it was sweet but there was a hint of sharpness to her tone. You felt as if poison was dripping from her teeth. She was outright pissed but she was not planning on showing it. Her grip on your cheek gets firmer as you keep quiet, you feel as if your voice has stopped working as if somebody has removed your ability to speak.

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“No i wish to keep singing!”

Everything got quiet, your voice was the only thing echoing through room. The face of the woman in front of you looks surprised. How dare her child talk back to her? After everything she has done, this is the thanks she gets?

Your hand curls up into a fist as you try to stop yourself from crying.

“No? NO? What has gotten into you! You’d never get the idea to speak back to your mother that way!”

Her sharp tone was meet with silence, she takes a long second — the clock on the wall indicating it went exactly 5 seconds before she laughed and continued;

“Hah! It’s those music friends of yours isn’t it? Putting silly ideas into your head! Of course they would use you! Just so they could produce music—“

“—That’s not true!”

You interrupted your mother once again, defending your friends. How could she belive that they were using you? They weren’t using you, were they..? You hesitate before you continue.

“…They only wish what’s best for me...“

You feel anger, rage and hatred brewing inside of you. The woman before you is supposed to be your mother a shoulder to lean on somebody you can trust. Then why is she making you feel this way again..? Why is she making you feel so small. You feel a sense of nervousness hit you as she stays silent, the only noise heard is coming from that damn clock.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick

Slap.

You feel panic settling, the recent feelings of anger and rage vanish as fear quickly overtakes your emotions. You have fucked up this time, you have messed up this time. The woman before you inhales and then exhales in a rhythmic manner. Her face changes in a matter of seconds, what used to be rage is now replaced with a calm cold smile.

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The grip on your cheek stays firm, how could such a soft hand ever hurt this badly? Her eyes were burning into your soul as you look down on the cold hardwood floor.

Music was your creative outlet — the only way for you to be yourself, the only way for you to be you.

And now she is taking that way from you. The monster you call your mother is an evil creature, a vile monster. Only thinking of herself. Only wishing to fulfill her own wishes and needs, so why were you still here? You take a deep breath as tears begin forming in the corner of your eyes. You lift your head slowly as your eyes meet hers. The clock on the wall ticks, indicating that it has only been seconds before your gazes meet, but even so it felt like hours. Her gaze scared you to say the least.

“Now come on, dear. Time is ticking, let’s not waste more of your precious study time! I’ll help clean your room for any distractions after dinner, alright?”

Her voice sounds happy and context especially when she mentioned studying. You feel your own throat tightening, as if you’re breathing through a small straw. A bunch of feelings start brewing inside you once more, a mixture of hatred, pain and betrayal. You have been following her every word for years, and now she wishes to remove your last creative outlet.? Right after snooping around in your room! Without your permission?! No! This isn’t right! She’s not treating you right! She’s a monster! She’s not doing this for your own good!…

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...but she’s doing this for your own good.. right? This is only to help benefit your future. I’m sure of it! She only wishes the best for you. She’s worried for you that must be it!

She feeds you, takes care of you, helps pay for your school material and so much more! …The least you can do is study to fulfill your (her) dream. To make your mother proud.

“You know i only do this because i love you.”

Your shoulders tense even more at her words, ‘love’? This is love? … of course it is! She’s doing this because she loves you!

Your breathing starts to become more steady now, as the tears you have been building up vanishes. You take a quick concentrated breath before you smile. It’s a smile you have been wearing for years, as long as you can make her happy that’s all you’ve ever wanted. A smile that has never failed you or your mother. You open your mouth as you say;

“Of course mom, i better get back to studying before dinner. I apologize for speaking with such aggression earlier.!”

Those words roll off the tongue so easily, when was the last time you actually meant words like that? Your mother smiles back at you giving a content ‘hm’ as she lets go of your cheek, and walks off into the kitchen. You exhale loudly feeling the tension in the room disappearing completely. You feel an acing where her hand had been and so you make your way to the bathroom. One step after another. Once you finally reach the bathroom, you let your hands rest on the sink as you look yourself in the mirror. Your face looks.. calm with nothing but a small bruise on your cheek. You softly sigh to yourself trying to ignore the earlier interaction.

The rest of the day seems like a blur.

Blink.

You are sitting in your room. The afternoon sun shines trough the large windows that’s in front of your desk. You squint slightly as you shift in your soft chair, looking down on the desk as you’re presented with a paper in front of you. The paper has the headline ‘Math, entrance exam XXXX’ with bold text. You sigh, as you move your hand letting the pen flow as you answer the questions. One by one by one by one by one by one

Blink.

Your eyes scan through the book, you feel the sharp pages fall past your thumb. ‘218..218..218..’

You stop flipping trough the book as you find the page you have been searching for — page 218 ‘Light and its light source’ you allowed yourself to read the book, letting your brain take in the knowledge of the words.

‘Reflection of light occurs when light traveling through one material bounces off a different material‘ god your head hurts.

You close the book with a yawn as you pick up your pencil moving the book to the side. You wait for your wrist to start moving but it didn’t, why isn’t your hand cooperative with your brain? Why can’t you write some simple words. Why can’t you just make her proud?

Blink.

“[Name], dear! Dinner is finished!”

Breathe. Breathe, breathe, breathe,

You drop the pencil that has been cramping your hand for a long while. You feel a slightly sense of relief washing over you as you stand up leaving the ‘comfort’ of your now uncomfortable chair.

“Coming!”

There’s that voice. Your voice. You stop in your tracks as your voice echos through your brain. You snap back to reality as you feel yourself almost falling over, your vision blurry as you rest against the wall. You had obviously stood up way to fast for your body to register that, but it still suprised you every time it happened.

Breath.

You lean on the wall for a long second letting you regain your senses before you reach for the door handle and gently open the door.

Your steps are quiet as you exit your room walk down the stairs, a strong smell of food fills your nostrils.

Blink.

“What do you think honey? I made your favorite!”

She smiles at you, this time it’s a more genuine smile as her gaze is focused on you. You look down to see half of your plate already finished, did you eat that? Your eyes scan the table then they find their way to meet your mother’s eyes, you can’t recall eating the meal at all.?

“It tastes Devine mother! Perhaps we should cook a meal together next time?”

Why did you suggest that? She nods at you as her smile widens and a small giggle escapes your lips.

“Of course, dear! How about we prepare tomorrow’s dinner together?”

You smile at her suggestion, a strained smile.

“I’d love that”

Blink.

You slip your shoes on, starting from the left and then slipping on the right one.

“Mother, I’m heading out for a walk now!”

Once again your voice echo in your head. Did you always sound like that? These are not your stupid words!

“Alright dearie, please do be careful now!”

You nod as her words as you struggle a bit putting on your jacket.

“It’s quite dark and we wouldn’t want you hurt for the big day tomorrow! Make sure not to—!”

Right. Tomorrow. You’ll be busy all day doing entrance exams, so you can finally fulfill your her dream of becoming a doctor! Dream? Wait.. what is a dream? What is your dream..?

“—! Hey! Are you alright [Name]? Did you hear what i said?”

You snap back to reality, as you ignore your thoughts and shake your head slightly.

“Alrighty, i just told you not to be too late, since we have to prepare dinner.”

Blink.

The water softly hits your umbrella, it’s been pouring ever since dinner and it shows no signs on stopping.

With every step you take there’s a little ‘splash’ sound following you.

Splash. Splash. Splash.

The sound is comforting, a repetitive noise, a noise that never keeps you guessing, a noise never makes you uneasy. You look up slightly noticing the dimly lit street lights and cloudy sky, your eyes stay fixated on the sky for a bit as you see multiple stars. Beautiful bright stars. One day you will become one too right? A beautiful star, shining bright.

A smile creeps upon your face as you zone out taking slow steps forward, keeping your gaze fixated on the stars.

Splash. Splash. Splash.

There a star standing out above the rest, it must be a sign, right? It’s trying to tell you, how your gonna become a bright star just like that one!

One step after another.

Splash. Splash. Splash.

Another step after another.

Blink.

There’s a knife-stand in front of you, what just happened..? Weren’t you just outside? What happened to the comfort of the rain.? You sigh in confusion trying to make sense of the current events, but nothing seems to click.

“Darling! As you cut the meat, make sure to cut them in even squares, it will leave everybody a fair share of their portion whenever it is served! If you have any questions I’ll be cleaning your room!”

Her voice was soft — warm even. Alright, it appears you have got to cut the meat, you take a mental note of cutting them evenly. You take one of the more expensive cutting knives, you can just hear how sharp it is at you pull it out of its original spot. Better be careful.

You sigh as you walk over to the cutting board.

Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut.

Wait, Pause, Hold on. Did she say clean your room? No.. she can’t do that, she can’t go snooping again. You drop the task at hand as you rush up the stairs and quickly enter your room with the sharp knife still in your hand.

The sight of your mother humming as she removes your prized possessions in your room hurts you. How could she do this? You feel a sense of anger rushing over you. This is an anger like never before. It isn’t slowly brewing, this one is quick and you feel yourself seeing red. Red was such a pretty color, a pretty, pretty, pretty color! You smile as you giggle slightly.

Blink.

Red. You watch as your mother struggles on the hardwood floor. You feel the corners of your mouth pull upwards as you tower over her weak powerless body. You feel a sense of control for once in your life, and god it tasted wonderful. You could feel yourself getting used to this feeling.

“Beg. Beg and maybe I’ll spare you.”

Your tone was harsh. You loved seeing her squirm and as she looks up to meet your cold eyes, she gets another stab wound to her throat. The noises she was making was wonderful, the pain she was enduring made you feel happy for once, was this real happiness? You pull out the knife as you watch her bleed out.

Blink.

You feel your hands slowly raise themselves up towards your throat, you smile to yourself knowing this is your last goodbye, your grand finale so-to-speak. A grand exit that you would never forget. Your hands slowly gets closer and closer before you feel a sharp pain in throat, it hurt but you kept stabbing it over and over and over and over the pain was that of something unlike you’ve ever experienced before, it felt like heaven, like you were finally free. You feel yourself growing weak and you slip onto the floor next to your mother.. you get one last glance at her dead body as your eyelids grow heavy, you allow yourself to close your eyes one final time.

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Ahem! And that’s the ending of the prologue! I hope everybody had a great time listening to my little story telling, I’m not used to doing any of this but i hope everyone who stayed will tune in whenever i read the first chapter to you guys! Sound good? Good!

Run along now! And don’t forget to bring some snacks for the next story reading session!

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libraincarnate · 1 year

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astrology notes: 4 🤠

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quick note: i'm absolutely not an astrologer. these are just a collection of some observations, thoughts, theories, and personal experiences. above all this is just for fun.

lastly, these may or may not apply to you but you might find something to be true about your friends, family, or lover. enjoy!

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✦ chiron in aquarius/chiron aquarius with harsh aspects to uranus: you may be bad with technology. might not use electronic devices much or might not know how to really use them. if you do use electronic devices it’s a struggle to use, hard to figure out, or frequent technical issues. probably don’t care for social media much either.

✦ pisces moon/mercury: music is important to these natives. it can be therapeutic or healing. music can make them feel understood, especially since they often feel misunderstood. this is probably because while most people wouldn’t bare their soul, emotions, and honest truth to just anyone they may feel more comfortable doing so through music, so these natives can relate to the artist/musician.

with that being said, they may like emotional music and lyrics matter to them, they pay attention to the words, the meaning. but also the overall feel of the song. the sounds. may like listening to music while bathing/showering as a form of self-care/love, to cope with their emotions, as an emotional outlet, or to simply relax. music & water feels like medicine or food for the soul. could use or benefit from using singing bowls, tuning forks, harps, or other musical tools and they may be an important apart of their spirituality or way of life. it also brings them pleasure, not just healing.

could like reading fantasy, fiction, romance, mythology books which can be just as healing/comforting/pleasing for them.

^ if you are a pisces rising, you may be able to relate to some of this due to having cancer in the 5th house.

✦ speaking of pisces, pisces venus/7th house: you guys probably day dream about love a lot. you love love. you know how some kids have imaginary friends? well these natives probably have an imaginary lover but they only exist in their heads .. hopefully lol. they day dream of them, thinking of different romantic scenarios, and he/she is their dream guy/girl. could apply to pisces mercury in the 7th house too.

✦ 4th house ruler in the 8th house: you might have a curse in your family, there’s a good chance it's on your mom’s side. you may feel the effects of the curse strongly if it’s a generational curse. lots of deaths in the family. could’ve experienced eerie, paranormal, supernatural events as a child growing up. could come from a family involved in esoteric practices like witchcraft, fraternities like freemasonry, etc. you might've been initiated as well.

✦ taurus in the 12th house girlies: aphrodite eating ambrosia & drinking nectar on a cloud, laying on her side like the muse of a sculptor, passing over the sea she was born from, gazing at her reflection in the water, pulling onlookers in with her beauty & the voice of a siren.

you may be a quiet person. probably sleep good. can be over indulgent in the pleasures of life because there can be wealth and abundance. but be careful, you may think you have more than you actually do. a spiritually grounded individual. signs of having talent that’s hidden/unrecognized by themselves and/or others. or if others do see these gifts/talents in you, you don’t or you deny it.

✦ neptune-uranus aspects: not having a sleeping pattern.

✦ while having prominent capricorn/saturn/10th house placements might indicate having issues with your father, if you are sun dominant he might have a big and positive influence in your life. he can be someone you look up to and respect. you could actually have a close relationship with him, especially if your sun is more dominant than your saturn. if your a girl, you may be a daddy’s girl.

those with positive sun-saturn aspects might even be able to relate. synastry matters too. if you have 5th or 11th house synastry with your dad, you guys are probably besties and spend a lot of time together.

the house the sun is located in can show you the themes of your relationship with him and the kind of influence he’ll have on you/your life.

in the 9th house: he could be a very wise and intelligent man. someone you have learned a lot from. he may be a lawyer, a teacher, or a pastor. might be someone you look to for advice or guidance. pushes you towards higher education. going on vacations/traveling with him. introducing you to a variety of things. he might not be a strict dad, lets you be/express yourself, doesn’t try to change you or control your personality. no curfew? or you were allowed to come home later than most. in the same breath, dads who are religious or who have a job that has to do with the law/legal justice system are stereotypically strict so you might not relate to this sense of freedom.

in the 5th house: a natural leader. he is probably talented in someway. you may also inherit these musical/artistic/creative gifts. could have a playful/fun relationship. may play games, music, or sports together, watching tv/movies together, sharing your hobbies with one another. someone you look up to, an inspiration. he brings a lot of joy and happiness to your life but you're also his pride and joy. just an overall indicator of him having a positive influence in your life.

in the 4th house: he might be your favorite family member, could have made your life at home easier. you may be very grateful for him. he might be a family man, someone who works hard and takes care of their family which sets a good example for you. probably hang out with him at home a lot. could be closer to your dad’s side of the family. i feel like sun in the 4th is especially a daddy’s girl placement. he’s proud of you and tends to brag about you. if you have children he’s probably close to them.

✦ speaking of sun in the 4th house, it sounds like a good placement for a positive relationship with your mom but check your moon sign too. for example, having a sun in the 4th house but a scorpio/capricorn moon can indicate relationship issues with your mom because moon is in fall in scorpio & moon is in detriment in capricorn so both signs and the moon are weakened and uncomfortable here. moon in the 12th/8th is another example. but again, check your synastry with her too.

✦ libras & leos: may be known for being vain & attention-seeking, but they also like hyping people up, complimenting them, and making them feel good about themselves.

✦ fixed/earth signs: immune to peer pressure, gaslighting, and other forms of mind games. geminis are neither a fixed nor earth sign but i had to add them here too cause how are you gunna trick the trickster?

✦ saturn-uranus aspects: can indicate a career in technology, science, engineering, architecture, politics, or math.

✦ moon square/opposite chiron: difficulty expressing/validating your feelings. it can be hard to comfort yourself emotionally because heavy emotions make you feel uncomfortable or you don't know how to deal with them. on the flip side, you are quick to validate the feelings of others and feel bad for them. still you are empathetic, maybe too much. it can be overwhelming taking on people’s emotions and burdens for yourself. more willing/easier to comfort others instead of yourself and to heal their emotional pain, but if you show yourself that same love, maybe a little extra, you can heal yourself too.

- this post was so damn wordy omg.

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if you read this until the end i hope you enjoyed it & thank you so much for reading. ♥︎♥︎♥︎, those hearts are for you.

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jonathanbiers · 1 year

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eddie was both the lead guitarist and vocalist in corroded coffin up until the upside down happened to him.

he healed, regained his strength, made up for the months he was in the hospital and couldn't play his guitar. he wasn't even that rusty really, just a little weak in the hands after everything. he's impatient and easily frustrated about it but looking back, it doesn't actually take too long to get back to where he was.

the problem is his voice.

the health of his vocal chords wasn't exactly the first thing on his mind when the bats were going at him and he was screaming for his life, it wasn't even on the list. and when he tried to get back into jamming with the guys and found he couldn't hit the notes he used to and it fucking hurt when he tried, he was absolutely crushed. that was an outlet for him, a way to get the complex emotions out in the form of poetry, to bare the softest parts of his soul and then shield them with killer guitar solos and brain-melting drums, now taken from him.

enter robin, who's become a close friend after everything they went through together. they bond over being queer in a small conservative town, they butt heads over eddie's smoking habit, they listen to each other's music and come to actually like it, they vent to each other about their romantic misadventures, they become best friends rather quickly.

so robin's heart breaks for eddie when he tells her about this newest thing the year of '86 took from him. she does her best to reassure him, she hugs him and lets him mope as long as he needs, they watch eddie's comfort movies together, and it helps him feel less like shit.

then one day, the two of them and steve are on a little impromptu road trip, and they're singing in the car. eddie's heard robin sing before, she likes to put on silly voices and sing along to the top-40s eddie loves to tease steve about. but he's never heard her sing before, not like this, not to a song she obviously has tremendous love for. her voice is warm and the song she's singing is a little soft and eddie is captivated in an instant. he has to stop himself from pulling over on the highway just to urge her to pursue a career as a musician.

robin tries to brush it off, jokes, "i'll do it only if you let me join corroded coffin."

"done," eddie agrees without second thought.

robin thinks he's joking too, but he's not. he's so not joking, he's too busy trying to imagine what it would sound like. he thinks it'd sound pretty fucking good, such a soft voice to balance out the harshness of their music. he knows robin's capable of other styles, too, he's heard her impressions of the screaming sometimes utilized in his preferred genre, her natural speaking voice has a nice bit of rasp to it, but something about the gentleness with which she was singing in the car just speaks to eddie. if it'd be anything like what his mind is conjuring up, he'd describe it as hauntingly beautiful, and he just has to hear it for himself. even if nothing comes of it.

robin still thinks he's joking when he sets the mic up at corroded coffin's weekly band practice, which both steve and robin had taken to attending. but he isn't, he digs his notebook out of his backpack and hands it to her, walks her through the melodies and she picks it up quick. she's been in band for years, music is something that just comes naturally to her. eddie doesn't know why the fuck he didn't think of this sooner.

it ends up sounding just as good as he imagined. her range isn't the same as eddie's used to be but it works, it morphs their music into something mesmerizing, something that bends the limits of the genre. robin sings eddie's lyrics on tuesday at the hideout mostly to entertain eddie because she loves her friend so much even though he's fucking crazy, and at least half a dozen people approach them after, tell them how different it sounds from what they're used to, how instead of being put off by it, it just works. they seem just as blown away by it as eddie was.

robin joins the band officially not long after that, and they start gaining attention locally. anyone who listened to them before would tell you they were good, but being a woman-fronted metal band wasn't all that common yet, and paired with the new elements robin's voice brought to the songs, they stood out from their peers a lot more easily. they're playing in a dive bar in indianapolis when they're approached by a scout from a record label, and they all just kind of look at each other, a mix of disbelief and happiness and seriously is this fucking happening right now?

they don't take it - eddie's heard of the record label this guy is from, and they're known for screwing over their artists and leaving them scrounging for enough to put food on the table. but it's a push for the five of them to start taking it a bit more seriously, start on an actual cohesive album instead of a bunch of songs with little relevance to each other slapped together on a cassette.

eddie and robin work together on the lyrics, and their first self-made album ends up being something that's hard to pin down to one specific genre. but it's good shit, eddie can tell, they get some tapes made and sell them when they play at bars around indiana. the offers keep coming, but they're smart, and they know their worth. they wait for the one that fits, and it's fucking perfect.

#stranger things #eddie munson #robin buckley #eddie munson headcanons #robin buckley headcanons #can you tell one of my favorite subgenres of metal is when the music heavy and the voice soft #platonic robin and eddie is everything to meeeee #*#*writing

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iwanthermidnightz · 4 months

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“Anyone considering the whole of Ms. Swift’s artistry — the way that her brilliantly calculated celebrity mixes with her soul-baring art — can find discrepancies between the story that underpins her celebrity and the one captured by her songs. One such gap can be found in her “Lover” era. Others appear alongside “dropped hairpins,” or the covert ways someone can signal queer identity to those in the know while leaving others comfortable in their ignorance. Ms. Swift dropped hairpins before “Lover” and has continued to do so since.

Sometimes, Ms. Swift communicates through explicit sartorial choices — hair the colors of the bisexual pride flag or a recurring motif of rainbow dresses. She frequently depicts herself as trapped in glass closets or, well, in regular closets. She drops hairpins on tour as well, paying tribute to the Serpentine Dance of the lesbian artist Loie Fuller during the Reputation Tour or referencing “The Ladder,” one of the earliest lesbian publications in the United States, in her Eras Tour visuals.

Dropped hairpins also appear in Ms. Swift’s songwriting. Sometimes, the description of a muse — the subject of her song, or to whom she sings — seems to fit only a woman, as it does in “It’s Nice to Have a Friend,” “Maroon” or “Hits Different.” Sometimes she suggests a female muse through unfulfilled rhyme schemes, as she does in “The Very First Night,” when she sings “didn’t read the note on the Polaroid picture / they don’t know how much I miss you” (“her,” instead of that pesky little “you,” would rhyme). Her songwriting also noticeably alludes to poets whose muses the historical record incorrectly cast as men — Emily Dickinson chief among them — as if to suggest the same fate awaits her art. Stunningly, she even explicitly refers to dropping hairpins, not once, but twice, on two separate albums.

In isolation, a single dropped hairpin is perhaps meaningless or accidental, but considered together, they’re the unfurling of a ballerina bun after a long performance. Those dropped hairpins began to appear in Ms. Swift’s artistry long before queer identity was undeniably marketable to mainstream America. They suggest to queer people that she is one of us. They also suggest that her art may be far more complex than the eclipsing nature of her celebrity may allow, even now.

Since at least her “Lover” era, Ms. Swift has explicitly encouraged her fans to read into the coded messages (which she calls “Easter eggs”) she leaves in music videos, social media posts and interviews with traditional media outlets, but a majority of those fans largely ignore or discount the dropped hairpins that might hint at queer identity. For them, acknowledging even the possibility that Ms. Swift could be queer would irrevocably alter the way they connect with her celebrity, the true product they’re consuming.

There is such public devotion to the traditional narrative Ms. Swift embodies because American culture enshrines male power. In her sweeping essay, “Compulsory Heterosexuality and Lesbian Existence,” the lesbian feminist poet Adrienne Rich identified the way that male power cramps, hinders or devalues women’s creativity. All of the sexist undertones with which Ms. Swift’s work can be discussed (often, even, by fans) flow from compulsory heterosexuality, or the way patriarchy draws power from the presumption that women naturally desire men. She must write about men she surely loves or be unbankable; she must marry and bear children or remain a child herself; she must look like, in her words, a “sexy baby” or be undesirable, “a monster on the hill.”

A woman who loves women is most certainly a monster to a society that prizes male power. She can fulfill none of the functions that a traditional culture imagines — wife, mother, maid, mistress, whore — so she has few places in the historical record. The Sapphic possibility of her work is ignored, censored or lost to time. If there is queerness earnestly implied in Ms. Swift’s work, then it’s no wonder that it, like that of so many other artists before her, is so often rendered invisible in the public imagination.”

— NYT OPINION: Look What We Made Taylor Swift Do

#that part #simply amazing points

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𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫...

Pairing: eren jaeger x reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR FOLLOW. smut. fem bodied reader. use of vibrator/dildo. fingering, eating out, teasing/embarrassment, begging, praise, use of “baby.” sorta mean dominant eren and nervous subby reader. mentions of drinking (no alcohol use.) unedited.

WC: 2k

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You can hear the music become muffled as you and Eren walk further and further from the party and closer to your bedroom door. All your guests insisted on playing some drinking game that required a deck of cards.

"Cards should be in the bottom drawer of my night stand," you say to Eren, turning the doorknob to reveal your dimly lit bedroom.

Eren fixes the loose bun in his hair as he crosses the room to the nightstand. You trail after him and take a seat at the foot of your bed, quietly thanking yourself for tidying up in here the night before.

“Sure you wanna play?” Eren teases, “I might end up kicking your ass just like last time.”

You scoff at him, but you can’t help but smile.

Eren’s the kind of friend who enjoys teasing you, he gets a kick out of it. You play along - not because you enjoy his game, but because it nearly feels like flirting. It gets the butterflies jostling around in your stomach without threatening the nature of your friendship.

“Guess we’ll just have to see then, huh?” you reply, coming off sarcastic. He laughs at you through his nose before turning towards your nightstand.

He opens the bottom drawer and lets his lanky fingers rummage through it.

However, it’s sure taking him awhile to find the cards-

Fuck. The cards are not in the bottom drawer.

You freeze. You want to crawl out of your skin. Your hand involuntarily balls up a fistful of your sheets. Before you can correct yourself, he's already found the one thing hiding in your bedroom that you wouldn't want a single soul to find. Especially not the guy you've been trying your best to keep things platonic with for years.

"What the hell is this?" he breathes. You can't tell if he's on the verge of laughing or if he's in complete disgust and disbelief.

You look over in horror. There he is - standing in front of your nightstand with your vibrator in his hands.

But to your surprise, he's certainly not acting disgusted by it, he's not holding it with only two fingers or scrunching up his face at it.

He's intrigued.

His eyes are wide and his mouth is open with a smile manifesting from one corner of it. He turns the vibrator around in his hands - the vibrator you've buried in your pussy every night for... who knows how long - as he observes all of its little curves and ridges.

And who's name do you moan when you bury your face into your pillow, rip your hands at your sheets, and cum onto that vibrator?

Eren's.

"Oh my god... Eren- put that down!" you yell.

You jump up and rush to reach for it, but he's quick to move it up and away from you, just out of your grasp.

Fuck, you've never been this embarrassed in your life. Eren stumbling upon this toy of yours wouldn't be so bad if you didn't use it while picturing his face in your mind, making pretty sounds you think he'd like, pretending it was his cock that was making you feel so good. That vibrator is your only outlet for all the feelings you have for Eren. You feel guilty, and filthy. Your face and ears feel like they're on fire. You lock eyes with him in an attempt to plead with him.

He's smirking at you.

"Eren! What the hell!" you whine. "Please, give it back!"

He chuckles, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

You're practically climbing on him now as he continues to back up and away from you, waving the vibrator around in the air so you can't get your hands on it. He presses a hand into your nightstand and bends his knees to avoid tumbling backwards and knocking everything off the tabletop.

"I’ll give it back if you tell me what it is," he teases.

"Eren... don't fucking play dumb right now!" you plead.

He moves his hand to hide the vibrator behind his lower back instead. You lean closer into him and tug at his arm.

“Eren! Come on-“

Then, the position you're in right now hits you. He's bent his knees, sitting down on the edge of your nightstand as you stand in between his legs. You're nearly flush with his chest. You're close enough to his face to hear him breathing. And he's breathing hard.

He's loving this. That stupid, desperate look on your face is making him tick. Look at you, you're so pissed off you could cry. Him finding this toy wouldn't be such a big deal unless you associated this toy with him, and he knows it.

He pulls the vibrator out from behind his back with the hand opposite the one you were clawing at. He dangles the vibrator beside his face, swinging it back and forth with two fingers while he keeps an eye on your desperate face.

"How's it work?" he asks. You know he’s not really curious. Not with those narrowed eyes and that sadistic grin spread across his face.

You feel arousal wind up in your lower stomach at his question. He knows how it works, which means he must be imagining how you use it. He's envisioning you stretching yourself out as you shove it inside of you, when you're splayed out on your bed and all alone, with no one to please you but yourself.

"You-“ you swallow, “you just-“ you whine as you reach for the vibrator cautiously, pushing the power button. It whirrs in his hand as its little engine starts up and begins to pulsate.

"Nope. Not what I meant," he hisses.

He leans his face close to your ear, so close you can feel his lips brush up against your skin.

"I wanna see where it goes..." he whispers.

You inhale sharply when he says it, feeling blood and sensitivity pool between your legs. Whatever arousal that was winding up in your lower stomach a second ago was ready to snap now.

"W-what do you-" you start.

You feel Eren put his vacant hand at the small of your back.

"I want… to fuck you…” he whispers with his lips on your ear, pulling you in closer to his chest with a firm hand on your back.

You hear his fist clasp around the vibrator that still whirs in his hand, changing the pitch of the vibrations as he strangles it,

“… with this stupid fucking toy.”

Your hands want to shake. Your legs are useless. You can’t help but grab Eren’s arm with a sweaty hand.

"You want t’ fuck me with it?”

"Mmhmm,” he finishes.

You stutter a bit as you stare at the wall behind him, letting his lips rest gently on your ear as he waits for your response.

“Fuck- okay…” is the only response you can cough up out of your disbelief.

The smirk on his face widens.

You feel his hips push against yours as he stands up slowly. You back away from him, looking at the vibrator that’s still clutched in his hand.

“But we’ve gotta be quiet… and… there’s people in the other room…” you ramble.

Eren guides you to the side of your bed, letting you ease down onto it and scoot away from the edge a bit. He spreads your legs slightly with his free hand, enough so he can push his hips between your legs and let the front of his thighs meet your comforter.

“I don’t care about that,” he’s firm when he says it. “Show me.”

He stares between your legs, then looks back up at you with narrowed eyes. You swear that look is what snaps your winding arousal, intensifying the warm and wet feelings Eren has created between your legs.

You slip your fingers under the waist of your pants, lifting your butt up slightly off of the bed in order to slide them down your thighs.

“There you go…” Eren continues.

You kick your pants off quickly, leaving you in your shirt and underwear.

Eren’s eyes fixate on those skimpy panties you have on tonight. He lets a hand come down to touch your bare thigh, pushing divots into it with the tips of his fingers. He massages into the fat of your thigh slightly, pushing his thumb inwards and upwards toward your cunt and letting the rest of his fingers splay across your thigh.

“Lean back for me,” he whispers.

You do as you’re told, trying not to let him see how shakey your breath has gotten. You let the middle of your back collide with your mattress, but keep your chest and neck up with the support of your elbows slightly, enough to see Eren’s face.

Eren scoots his hips in closer to you. He drags his hand down your thigh and pulls up on it slightly, wrapping your leg around his hips. You follow his lead, wrapping your other leg around his hips and crossing your ankles behind him.

He pulls his wet bottom lip between his teeth as his hand travels back up your thigh, slowly but surely. You instinctually tense your thighs when his forefinger meets the hem of your panties. He curls two fingers inside of your panties, pulling them to the side a bit.

His lip slips out from in between his teeth, letting his mouth part when he sees your cunt for the first time. You're already so puffy and wet with arousal.

He leans down over you, pressing one hand down into your mattress next to your head with a straight arm. The other hand manipulates the vibrator.

The vibrator moves your panties aside and quickly finds your sweet spot - your hips flinch and your breath hitches when it does. Eren takes that as a sign to press it harder into your clit and keep moving it around in small circles. After only seconds you can feel a familiar deep pleasure building inside of you - a pleasure you'd only ever felt when you were completely alone until now. You can't help but squirm underneath him, arching your back and rutting your hips toward him desperately.

"Ah! Eren-"

Eren's mesmerized, watching the show you're putting on, seemingly pleasuring yourself against your own will.

He looks down to your cunt as he moves the vibrator downward. It meets your entrance, and he slowly pushes it inside of you, watching your folds widen and stretch to accommodate your toy.

"God-" he swallows.

He drags it in and out rhythmically, filling the room with wet sounds. It isn't long before your mouth betrays you and your moans build on your tongue, eventually spilling out for him.

Eren moves down your body and slowly pulls the vibrator away from you.

All the sudden, you feel so wet. So warm. There's a nice, pulsating pressure lapping at your clit.

That's not your vibrator anymore. That's Eren's tongue.

"Fuck-" you choke on the realization.

He swirls his tongue around on your clit in tight circles. It has you writhing around in your sheets and gripping onto the blankets below you with white knuckles.

The pads of Eren’s index and middle fingers brush over your folds while his tongue concentrates on your clit. He sinks them inside of you, savoring the way your walls open up for him. The metrical pumping of his fingers in and out of you turns into an excited frenzy of his fingers slapping against your pelvis.

All you can do is whine his name.

"Does that feel good?" Eren teases. "Feels better than that stupid fucking toy of your's, huh?"

"Yes- fuck yes," you breathe.

He observes the tension on your face, the sweat on your brow, the moan on your lips. You're so much more captivating like this than he ever imagined you to be.

"E-eren I'm gonna..."

"You're gonna what, baby..." he says onto your lips, "are you gonna cum on my fingers?"

"Ahh- uh huh," you whine.

"There you go, cum for me…”

author's note: first time i've published a fic all year. found this bad boy in the drafts n decided to finish it. this wasn't beta read or anything so i hope it was ok :p

Thank you all for reading! I appreciate every like, comment, and reblog y'all send my way <3

requests are open for JJBA fics/headcanons, SFW and NSFW :)

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