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#this song has me in a chokehold
danhalen · 10 days
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texasbama · 17 days
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I been waiting my whole life...
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helllh0und · 2 months
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𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓌𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌, 𝒾 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝓌𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝑒 𓇢𓆸
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asoulwithadream · 8 months
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to hold me like water, or christ, hold me like a knife
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itsrorysstuff · 5 months
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Listening to Graceland too while writing and editing 😏🤭
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nightmarewasteland · 4 hours
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[TIRESIAS]
I see your palace covered in red
faces of men who had long believed you’re dead
I see your wife with a man who is haunting
A man with a trail of bodies
[ODYSSEUS]
Who?
-No Longer You Lyrics on Genius
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glasswinggames · 2 days
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Dancing in your kitchen - Helios short
“Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh!”
The echoes of a song from your original world bounce off the stone walls of the kitchen. Accompanied only by the melody of the boiling milk on the magically powered stove and the gentle beat of your dancing feet.
“Is it that sweet? I guess so.”
It was a performance for one, as all the staff had long since retired for the night, and you were certain his lordship would have ensured each room was soundproofed to avoid any unnecessary distractions.
“Say you can't sleep, baby, I know. That's that me, espresso!”
Sleep had refused to take you, instead leaving you to toss and turn in the silk covers of the four poster bed, finding it impossible to get comfortable in spite of the fact it had been embroidered with so many magical circuits to ensure it did exactly that. Maybe, even now, after you had thought you were used to this world, to this life with the ArchDuke, there was still a part of you that remembered the life you had come from, one which definitely didn't include giant magic powered manors or silken beds big enough for at least eight people.
“Move it up, down, left, right, oh. Switch it up like Nintendo.”
That was how you'd found yourself in the kitchen, making a familiar comfort drink, in the most familiar way possible. No servants. No magic… or as little magic as possible. No etiquette to be concerned about. Just you, making hot chocolate, dancing a silly little dance to a fun, silly song, in the middle of the night.
“Say you can't sleep, baby, I know. That's that me, espresso!”
“What are you doing?”
You spin around, ladle wielded in defence in the direction of the owner of the voice who had interrupted your concert for one, only to find a dark-haired man watching you with thinly veiled amusement.
“Helios?”
It took you a second to register that it was the ArchDuke leaning against the doorway, since you were far too used to him standing rigidly upright, maintaining perfect posture, and an even more perfectly controlled expression. If you were to ask anyone whether Helios Kingsley would ever lean on anything, with arms loosely folded over a partially unbuttoned shirt, you'd get laughed out of the tower. Yet there he was, watching you curiously, with blue eyes slightly dulled from an exhaustion of his own.
“Why do you sound so surprised to see me in my own home?” A raised brow as his eyes wander to your weapon of choice, “and did you learn nothing in your magic lessons? I'm sure I taught you at least one defence spell, so why, pray tell, was your first choice a ladle?”
Sheepishly, the ladle disappears behind your back. You knew he wouldn't let you be harmed, but technically, what you had done, raising a weapon (even of the spoon variety) towards the ArchDuke was a criminal offence.
“Ah you misunderstand, the ladle was simply a distraction. Once I caught the attacker by surprise, I'd hit them with a spell to immobilise them.” You can't help the grin as he almost looks a little surprised and maybe even a little impressed. “You gotta admit you were surprised, so my plan worked even if only a ladle bit.”
Any look of being impressed disappeared in an instant with a roll of his eyes.
“You're awful.” Still, you knew him well enough now to pick up on the way the corner of his mouth twitched in spite of himself at your awful joke. Though he'd never give you the chance to point out the fact you knew that deep down he loved them really. “I imagine that song was one from your original world, but I couldn't tell if those movements you were doing were a dance or a sign of you being possessed.”
“I'll have you know that was a very popular dance back on Earth. It was a whole craze on tiktok.” The ladle waves at him in mock annoyance before you turn around in a huff to stir your neglected hot chocolate. “It's my fault that you're too inflexible to let loose and recognise a good dance when you see it.”
“I have no idea what that is–”
“You not knowing something? That'd be a first.”
“But I know plenty of good dances.” You didn't have a chance to register he was behind you before he took your hand to twirl you round and pull you into his light hold, with that overly confident smirk of his that he seemed to reserve mainly for you. “Let me show you one.”
Your laughter fills the room as he twirls you around again, and you dance around the kitchen mimicking something that you recognise vaguely as a waltz, but adapted to fit around the many obstacles and to the rhythm of a chorus he had only heard part of. Though there's no music this time, only the light of the moon as it falls through the window, lighting up his hair as if it was the night sky itself, and illuminating the soft expression he wore whenever he thought you weren't paying attention.
“See, I can let loose.” He straightens proudly as you come to a stop back in front of the stove, which only caused another wave of laughter from you.
“Did you seriously just do that to prove a point?”
“No, I would never do something so immature.” He clears his throat at his very obvious lie, but it seems he's not too fussed whether you believe it or not, if the glint in his eye is anything to go by.
“Sure, whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night.” Your laughter softens and you shake your head gently at his antics, as your own eyes fall on your hot chocolate… though you don't know if you can call the curdled mess by that anymore. “Speaking of which, we may have ruined what I was going to use to fall asleep myself.”
His eyes move from you, to the stove, and then pack to you, as if he is seriously weighing out different options, a look you usually saw when he was making very serious choices for the Archduchy or the Magic Tower. It didn't surprise you though, that he treated this with the same gravity.
“Head up to bed, I'll bring you up another one.”
A pause. An incredulous look.
“Do you even know how to use a stove?”
“Don't insult my intelligence, I'm not so pampered that I don't know how to use basic culinary equipment.” A playful smirk dances on his lips, “plus Haeun and I have snuck in many a time to make all sorts. This isn't my first late night cooking session.”
“You truely are a rebel Helios, I didn't know you had it in you.” You chuckle as you see him raise his hand, calling out before he casts the teleportation spell to send you back to your room. “Don't forget the marshmallows!”
The dark haired mage, the ruler of the North, can't help but shake his head as you disappear from sight, but he still stares just a beat to long at the place where you once stood. Though when he pulls himself away it's all business, sleeves are rolled up, and magic dances around the room as he restarts the hot chocolate making process, humming a catchy song from another world as he goes.
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hearteyes-wheeler · 5 months
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i thought that you loved me, what is happening to us?
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emberfaye · 3 months
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driving in the car with ghost on repeat yet again and just
some of the way he rounds off the words vocally at the end of the sentence reminds me of like cutting yourself off when arguing. parts of the song are him crying himself to sleep/ talking to himself and the other parts are him talking / fighting with his partner while trying to convince them and himself
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deeloveskiss · 3 months
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radiohead - anyone can play guitar (live in studio 1995)
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texas-bbq-pringles · 9 months
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i need de selby (part 2) tattooed on my eardrums oh my fucking god
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fanfictionroxs · 7 months
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Someone made an edit of AkkAyan + RaySand with these lines from the song 'Jaane wo kaise log the' and I'm DEAD from the pain
Jaane wo kaise log the jinke / Pyaar ko pyaar mila (I wonder what kind of people were they who attained love)
Humne to jab kaliyan maangi / Kaanton ka haar mila (I only got a garland of thorns when I asked for flowers)
I cried like a baby. Old hindi songs really will come and beat you up over the head with the feels and pure angst, won't they?
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obsolescent · 10 months
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i can’t stop thinking of him with this song
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munsonsfairy · 14 days
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YOU CAN KISS A HUNDRED BOYS IN BARS
SHOOT ANOTHER SHOT, TRY TO STOP THE FEELING !!!!
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tsutenstar · 1 year
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A detail I found in WxS' latest 2DMV and some song lyric discussion
The artist could've chosen any photo of WxS during these scenes. They seem simple enough at first glance: WxS in their practice clothes framed as though they are scenes in a movie.
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But they chose these photos for a very specific reason:
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They're the same outfits WxS is seen wearing in Rui's first focus event card.
The event where Rui understood that WxS fully accepts him for who he is, where he learned that his troupe mates will do their absolute best to fulfill the vision Rui has in order to make the greatest, most memorable show; the event where Rui was so, so scared that he would lose what he had just gained because he caused Tsukasa to get injured--only for Tsukasa to reprimand him for holding back because of it--Tsukasa then partly blaming himself for his carelessness.
Rui follows a similar dilemma in his most recent focus event: The fear of losing what he holds dear to him due to his actions.
(edit: After a bit of inner turmoil, I've decided to change the lyrics from the fan-translated lyrics I used before into the ones used in producer TUYU's MV for better accuracy and better portrayal of the message they wished to convey)
"Don't let the petals wither or let them fall, the flowers of the bouquet I held close to my heart"
The bouquet represents WxS. Something that only stays beautiful for a short amount of time no matter how hard you try to keep those flowers alive.
"Only this bond we've forged. The one and only"
WxS has been the only group of people Rui has ever had such a close bond with. Letting them go means Rui is left to fend for himself again in a world that may not give him that chance again--give him people that wholeheartedly accept him.
"Reasoning with all the logic in the heaven and earth"
Rui, although his ideas might be strange, follows logic in many situations. He listens to his head before his heart. Judgment over feeling.
"I wonder if it is impossible for these two memories to coexist"
Split between his two choices, he asks a question that seems nearly impossible to be a yes in his eyes. For Rui, it's all or nothing, black and white. Leave WxS to pursue his dream or stay and put it on hold.
"If you touch this bouquet to the flames"
"And reduce all you've ever gained to rubble"
WxS is everything to Rui and for him to let it all go--burning that bouquet would be tragic in his eyes.
"Look back to see all the gratitude teeming"
But then he remembers all those fun times he had with them. Memories that are so irreplaceable because they made him the director--the person he is today.
"Turn your back on the impossible question returning again like the seasons"
No matter what and no matter how hard Rui tries, time will continue on. The sand in the hourglass will continue to fall until it all rests at the bottom.
"All the logic in heaven and earth can't stand up to this bond"
And yet Rui still tries--tries his absolute hardest to keep things the way they are. He gives in to his heart despite his head screaming at him to accept the end. This question isn't one to be answered with logic. And so he asks himself:
"What kind of ending are you wishing for?"
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mrs-bluemarine · 3 months
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I'm remaking the carrd, besties be honest should the Smith lyrics leave or stay
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