#Haunted Rhode Island

[lhparanormalresearchcenter]

Haunted Brenton Stables, Newport, RI

[pissed-whizard]

Since I know yall are sluts for the conjuring house, here's a little update of how it's going over there rn from our local news lol

‘The Conjuring’ house owner fires employee, citing accusations from the beyond | WPRI.com

[surrealhaunts]

This is a video for 5 haunted places in Rhode Island. The AI generated images below are used for above.

[specialagentartemis]

@wedidthetimewarpagain

[runeswords]

when I went into my base, it started playing Typhon's voice lines, but I never pulled her???

[popculturelib]

Haunted States of America: Rhode Island

Haunted Newport (1999) by Eleyne Austen Sharp

Official summary:

Do you dare enter HAUNTED Newport? Newport, Rhode Island is more than just a pretty place. Beyond those awesome beaches, mansions and colonial homes, this historic City-by-the-Sea is a regular paranormal playground. Whether you're a ghost lover or Newport history buff, you'll want to unearth these spook-tacular secrets for yourself with Eleyne Austen Sharp's fascinating guide to the nearly departed.

On the title page, Sharp gives the epigraph: "I do believe in spooks. I do believe in spooks. I do--I do--I do--I do--I DO believe in spooks!" by the Cowardly Lion.

The Browne Popular Culture Library (BPCL), founded in 1969, is the most comprehensive archive of its kind in the United States.  Our focus and mission is to acquire and preserve research materials on American Popular Culture (post 1876) for curricular and research use. Visit our website at https://www.bgsu.edu/library/pcl.html.

[zeravmeta]

i think a particularly fascinating wrinkle to post amnesia doctor and civilight eterna theresa's dynamic is that for all intents and purposes, the original doctor did die.

because who else is truly left to continue the legacy of their original civilization? doctor explicitly says kal'tsit doesn't even have the full context on the creation of originum, and even if she did kal'tsit has already long chosen terra over their original civilization. pre amnesia doctor was complicit in theresas murder specifically because they were the last one left, they were burdened by the guilt of duty in ensuring that the thousands of years and billions of lives worth of effort didn't go up in smoke. And yet it did. It will.

it was theresa's revenge, after all. her little terrible trick, a final small revenge against the person who wished it didn't have to end this way. the doctor took her life, so she took theirs. 'fate' should not exist, after all. it was her fate to bear the suffering of the sarkaz, and it was the doctors fate to bear the mission of their original civilization. So, she freed them, and destroyed their fate.

Just in the same way the doctor once again freed theresa from her 'fate', able to finally pass on with the countless sarkaz before her, no longer trapped by originum. post amnesia doctor doesnt really know theresa except for the first and last conversation they had in the assimilated originum universe, but in their encounter it's incredibly clear that theresa, even though she so clearly missed them, also knows that post amnesia doctor... isnt the same person.

The original doctor already said goodbye. They faced theresa in that room where she was assassinated, filled with something far too heavy to be called guilt, and stood before her waiting to die. And even though theresa didn't physically kill them, she fractured their mind and took their memories, she took away the burden of their fate as the last survivor of their kind. She banished the evil spirit haunted by the eons of experience and sacrifice and left behind only a purified soul, nothing but a trustworthy fool who fights for the people they love.

memories can be what endures long after a person is gone, but it is the experiences themselves which shape the individual. doctor has no memories, and civilight eterna theresa only inherited all of hers. neither of them had the experiences which shaped their past selves, neither of them are really the same person as those whom everyone around them looked towards, because they can only really grow as people from there.

Their original selves died a long time ago, holding each others hands in that faraway field, and all that's left are the shadows of themselves who can grow into something new. babel's voyage had long ended, but rhodes island will continue. The Evil Spirit of Babel and The King of Sarkaz are long gone, but the Doctor and Civilight Eterna are still here.

the me who is not me and the you who is not you... it didn't work out for our original selves, but even if we are not those people, we are products of their love. it is not by 'fate' that we are here, it is love.

[marzipanandminutiae]

thinking about the 1891 magazine I read that claimed that mint chocolate, as a flavor profile, had been invented by a bored ball guest at Newport (Rhode Island summer haunt of NYC society) the year prior

allegedly he was accompanying a lady so dull- it's always the woman's fault, right? -that he started eating bonbons together in different combinations to pass the time. and chocolate and peppermint blew his mind so much that he went to his favorite confectioner the next morning and had them make up the first ever chocolate-peppermints

(is this true? I'm skeptical. but I never have found any sources on the existence of mint chocolate any earlier than the early 1890s and most of those first references come from the northeastern US. so you never know)

[tainbocuailnge]

"the world with catgirls does not know what cats are" is the most haunting piece of arknights lore i've learned yet

the animal kingdom is in some real fucking state in arknights they do have animals but they're called fowlbeasts instead of birds finbeasts instead of fish burdenbeasts instead of cattle etc etc as well as tons of fucked up mutated bugs like originum slugs and metal crabs and gloompincers and exploding spiders, and as established they treat 'kitties' as some weird lifeform nobody on the extensive highly educated rhodes island staff has seen before but there's a cat right there on this login screen and has been since game launch, unidentified fucking thing blow it up NOW

and sometimes there's characters that are just actual talking animals instead of anthro or kemonomimi and they're some kind of immortal ancient gods and they do shit like assist the royal line of victoria for centuries (siege's lions) or fight elaborate proxy wars with each other (the signori dei lupi in il siracusano) or fuck around in the jungle piloting giant robots built by reptile girls (high priest in great chief returns) or start a rap career and a logistics company (emperor from penguin logistics) or become successful businessmen that somehow always hang around in non euclidean hell spaces and develop long running personal beef with the doctor of rhodes island (duck lord)

[pagingdoctorbedlam]

Thinking about the cast of Arknights and how everyone is haunted by specters of Home. How so many of their stories are either "you CAN'T go home again" or "you MUST go home again". The phrase "you can't get well in the place that made you sick" and what it means for Rhodes Island to be a literal roving place of healing.

I may need to write an essay on this.

[cerastes]

Do you think at some point early on in Arknights the intent was to be a buildup to a more critical look at Rhodes as more morally grey than it first appears? Because when I started the game I was so sure that's where it was going. Popukar probably being one of the first characters you get, the idea of SWEEP, the understanding I had at the time of darknights doctor and y'know, the villains being who they are. I just thought it would be more of a thing.

I don't think necessarily, I think the intent was always to posit Rhodes Island as "as good as you can get while still being a relatively major power but not quite as big or resourceful as a state". I do think it bears mentioning that child soldiers/children and teenagers with a job as a concept don't seem to really carry a stigma as they do in the real world: The only real times in which these are painted in negative lights are when the conditions or results of these decisions end up in something negative:

Popukar was clearly indentured labor at the lumberyard. The part that's condemned is that she was miserable and practically a slave, not really that she was working per se, and she's given a job by RI later after Kal'tsit personally gets her out of there.

Frostleaf's being a child soldier even before Rhodes Island isn't really all that condemned, the effects it had on her psyche is.

Absinthe, just orphaned, is made a Rhodes Island Operator. This notion isn't rejected or truly contested, no more than "maybe we can send her somewhere proper for care". Hell, all the Ursus kids also get made into Operators.

Even outside of this, we hire children frequently: Bubble, Suzuran, Shamare, you name it. Sure, each has a context, especially Shamare who is Fucking Haunted, but the matter of the fact is that Rhodes Island isn't just housing them, it's also showing no real qualms with them taking the Operator Testing Battery and, if they succeed, hiring them. It's mentioned several times that Rhodes Island has many non-combat roles -- Angelina used to be a Messenger for Rhodes Island before taking the Operator test, Orchid was offered a desk job at Rhodes Island initially, and Weedy was a Rhodes Island researcher who explicitly worked out and trained so she could pass the physical components of the test -- but there's no real turn of eyes when a child says mmmm yeah I'll do the Battlefield Supporter Battery please, thank you.

Amiya is, you know, the CEO of Rhodes Island, and that IS pointed out in a "damn, fucked up" way, but what's being lamented is not her having a job, it's her having a BIG difficult job. I think no one would bat an eye if Amiya was a regular Operator under Theresa instead (granted, because she's the owner's daughter, but even without that link).

These are some examples of in-universe logic regarding the whole child soldier and kid with a job. I'd wager it's because life expectancy in Terra is pretty damn low from what we've gathered: Armed conflict, crime, Catastrophes, Oripathy, there's plenty of ways to kick the bucket in Terra, much like it was in Ye Olde Ages in real life, which is coincidentally an era in which by 16 you already were an adult and were expected to start having adult responsibilities.

Pre-Amnesia Doctor was definitely not a stellar person but it's always understood that they weren't bad as much as broken: Scout put it best that it broke his heart to have seen this kind educator and fun, loving individual become a heartless tactician. Even when described this way, though, it wasn't like Doc became this Brooding Evil Mass, it's still mentioned plenty that they were pretty beloved by most people and a person they liked being friends with -- Ace, Scout, and Amiya all corroborate this, and in flashbacks, you have Theresa being pretty warm with Doc -- but if you were a footsoldier, Doctor was probably your worst nightmare because you were disposable -- W, Ines, Hoederer and Flamebringer can tell you as much -- so we had less a villain or a vile individual and more a broken individual who was remolded into someone that could withstand the immense psychological pressure that came with having their role. That's not to sanitize pre-amn Doctor, it's to echo the game's own words on them as per the characters in the setting that knew them from back then, and who held both positive and negative opinions on them.

Looking at all of these from an in-universe lens, they all have coherent in-universe explanations. I also think they would have foreshadowed any sort of Rhodes Island Insiduous Vileness with characters or actions by now: Less than stellar, antagonistic high command, dubious orders to do some vile stuff, other such things. The closest we get to this is Kal'tsit hating Doctor's guts, but also Kal'tsit is a really good person and her hatred of Doctor stems from her knowing them pre-amnesia, seeing how that happened, and what Doc did in those times, particularly one big event that's pretty lore relevant.

You may have noticed the elephant in the room [SPOILERS FOR PEOPLE NOT DONE WITH THE REUNION ARC YET]: I didn't address the enemy part yet. That's because that's the part that I still have some conflicted feelings over: The real enemy, in the end, isn't Reunion's ideals -- which are shared with Rhodes Island -- but rather it's what Reunion has become, a false flag operation for the Ursus Empire to justify a war. On one hand, I like that, on the other, I do think it's something that should've been more graciously hinted at in the very early chapters, because in those very early chapters, you REALLY are rent-a-cops in essence, putting down the people you set out to help. Of course, it's not that simple and there's a nuance as to why and the business dealings and all that, but given the relative simplicity and pace of the early chapters, it really is easy to see it come across that way.

It does, however, ring consistent with what we were previously talking about, though: The essence of, more than the act or thing in itself. Or, in other words, in Terra, the onus of things seem to be placed on the result or context surrounding something more than that something in itself: Child soldiers are fine, unhappy and in-risk child soldiers are not. Teenagers with jobs are fine, teenagers with huge stressful jobs way out of their league are not. Revolutionary movements are fine, revolutionary movements with civilian casualties are not. And so on. There is DEFINITELY commentary that can be had about this, mind you, but that can be for another post in another blog.

With this in mind, I go back to what was first said in this post, I think the idea was always to posit Rhodes Island as "as good as you can get while still being a relatively major power but not quite as big or resourceful as a state".

[sixminutestoriesblog]

Mercy Brown: when superstitions go awry

Tuberculosis is an insidious disease that comes in quietly and sweeps away entire families, rarely content with just one or two before its run its course. This slowly dividing bacteria travels from host to host through aerosol droplets via sneezing, coughing, speaking and other airborne paths. Considering the fact that TB attacks the lungs most often, resulting in, among other things, coughing up bloody phlegm, this means its highly transmissible and yet, luckily, very slow to be caught by the average passer-by. The longer someone spends with the sick person, and the less well ventilated an area is, the more likely the disease is to pass on to the next victim. Most people that came down with TB caught it from sick family members. These days we have a vaccine against it but TB has been around for most of humanities' recorded history, with even Egyptian mummies having been found with physical evidence of it. In Victorian (and later) times the disease was referred to as 'consumption' with little understanding of its source or its cause, an unknown horror that seemed to come from nowhere, prey on an entire family or community and than vanish again just as mysteriously.

In 1883 (or 1884 or 1888 -the dates are all over the place), a woman in Exeter, Rhode Island by the name of Mary Eliza died of 'consumption'. Six months later, her oldest daughter, Mary Olive, joined her in the graveyard. The distraught husband, George, waited, one can only imagine, with terror for the rest of their children to be swept away as well but for the next several years, all was well in the family. Then, in the cold months at the end of 1891, his daughter Mercy Lena came down with consumption.

From our place, safely in the future, we can look at the case and wonder if she was exposed to a new strain that finally found a weak spot the previous one hadn't and laid claim to her. It's entirely possible however that the same bacteria that killed her mother was now killing Mercy as well. Mercy might have contracted what's known as latent TB from her mother, a case where the bacteria lies dormant in the system, the victim a benign carrier who can't infect others until something, usually an event that suppresses the immune system, triggers it into a full blow, active bought. Whatever the case, whether it was a new infection or the haunting family ghost of her mother's older one, Mercy, and her younger brother Edwin, both came down with active TB in 1891. Edwin, a teenager at the time, was sent to Colorado in the hopes it would heal him - but Mercy died in the first month of the new year, going the way of her mother and older sister before her to the grave. She was only 19.

The story should have stopped there.

I wouldn't be writing about this if it had.

Edwin returned from Colorado and his health continued to decline. Soon, if nothing changed, he would follow the majority of his family into the grave. The neighbors had a plan though. They just needed his father's permission.

What they proposed was that an evil entity was draining the life of the Brown family, picking them off one at a time and returning for each new victim. The evil that was killing the family - was a member of the family.

Here's where we get into the superstition part of things. If you read articles online about Mercy Brown you'll find the word 'vampire' thrown around a lot. It was the word used in the newspapers of the time, that caught wind of what the neighbors planned, and its also modern culture, thanks in large part to Bram Stroker's Dracula (there is speculation that his character of Lucy might have had its roots in stories he'd read about Mercy in the newspapers of his time. Dracula, remember, was published in 1897). A dark force, rising from the grave to suck the life out of its victims. Well, yes - and no. Modern vampires, the way we collectively view them now, with fangs and a hunger for blood, creeping around through windows and walking among us on our crowded nighttime streets is a new reskinning. During Mercy's time, and much much further back than that, the 'vampire' associated with disease like TB was much more nebulous. For many cultures, what was rising out of the grave to drain the life from its own family had more resemblance to an angry or hungry ghost, than a walking, talking monster. A distinction that, realistically, has no bearing on the end result but, metaphysically, the story changes. It becomes something personal, to the victim and the neighbors around the family, someone they knew in life, someone they watched die. It's the sorrow and the potential rage and absolutely the confusion of why it happened in the first place, rising like fog from the grave to whisper across the landscape, trying to take what it once had back to the cold of its tomb with it. It's the familiar knock of a friend at the door when the friend isn't there anymore. It's the smile you knew all the nineteen years of its life on the other side of the window on a moonless night. When the neighbors wanted to dig up Eliza, Olive and Mercy, there was the quiet whisper that traced back through a thousand ancestors into the far past of humanity that murmured that love doesn't die when the body does - and that that's terrifying, not comforting.

George, with his son dying, agreed to let the neighbors go digging up his family. Maybe he believed them, some accounts say he didn't, but whatever the case, he let them pull up the bodies of his dead loved ones out of their cold graves in the late winter and lay them out right there for testing. Mary Eliza and Mary Olive were safe. They were too rotted to be the hungry ghost that was trying to take young Edwin with it. Mercy however - Mercy, according to the reporter that was onsite to record all of this, looked far too fresh to be a two month old corpse. Her hair and nails had grown, her body looked unblemished, reports said her body had shifted since it had been laid out and, most damning of all, when her chest was cut open by the local doctor, her organs were found to still have blood in them. It wasn't important that Mercy's body had been in the ground during some of the coldest, and therefor most preserving, months of the year. They certainly didn't know about the buildup of gas in a body that can make it move or the way the skin shrinks and pulls back from nails and hair, making them seem to grow. No. What they saw was that Mercy wasn't content to travel into death alone. She wanted her baby brother to go with her.

So they burned her heart on a stone in the graveyard, put the ashes in a drink and had Edwin chug it down. In a move that dates back to, at least, Achilles desecrating Hector's body in the Iliad, you rob a ghost of its power by mangling the body that ties it to both this world, and its recognizable identity.

It didn't work. Within two months, Edwin was dead as well. The story however, lived on. Perhaps in Stoker's Dracula and certainly in the papers of the day. Mercy was, perhaps, the last body dug up in New England and given the 'vampire' treatment. She wasn't the only one however. There are at least six other recorded, and possibly other unmarked, instances during what came to be known as the New England Vampire Panic that swept the upper US during the 1800s. Mercy, at this point, seems to be the last, coming in on the tail end of the old century and the beginning of the new. A last flicker of the old superstitions dying out in the face of rising science.

[byjove]

I love Rhode Island but Rhode Island real estate is insane. $800k for a modestly sized 3 bedroom 2 bath that’s definitely haunted and needs $100k worth of work on a .4 acre lot? Girl.

[doueverwonder]

was thinking about Massachusetts and Connecticut particularly with how your childhood affects you your whole life. The two of them absolutely were Puritan (New Hamp probably was too but from my understanding he got to miss the brunt of it) and the way they dressed growing up could affect how they dress now.

Like the Puritans (contrary to popular belief) did wear colors, what they weren't allowed to do was follow trends particularly ones set by the king and his court. No lace, silk, gold, silver, wigs, embroidery, the slashed sleeves those kinds of things. Later on even that got revised and while you still weren't supposed to follow trends you were now "to dress of your station" aka if you were rich you could dress to show it, but if you weren't and dressed as if you were you could get in trouble.

Massachusetts still unconsciously follows the second. He's got this fear he doesn't know is there that if he dresses Wrong he's going to get in trouble and does his utter best to stay 'modest' in his clothing. He also probably makes fun of ripped jeans, it's the slashed sleeves coming back to haunt him.

Connecticut is the opposite, the moment this man realized they weren't dragging people to court anymore for wearing silk he got SO EXCITED. He's overdressed all the time. It's always flashy patterns and funky accessories. Half bordering on NEVER seen in the exact same outfit twice. he's having a good time.

New Hampshire like I said got out of this relatively unscathed and just dresses how he wants to no unconscious rules or blatant disregard for them in sight.

(Maine being raised by Massachusetts accidentally got the second one in his system even tho he was personally never puritan. Rhode Island leans more on the 'overly fancy' just to spite Mass. Vermont is entirely unaware any of this internal shit is going on)

[rockislandadultreads]

November is... Native American Heritage Month!

Celebrate Nation American Heritage Month with us by checking out these fiction recommendations!

Indian Burial Ground��by Nick Medina

All Noemi Broussard wanted was a fresh start. With a new boyfriend who actually treats her right and a plan to move from the reservation she grew up on - just like her beloved Uncle Louie before her - things are finally looking up for Noemi. Until the news of her boyfriend’s apparent suicide brings her world crumbling down. But the facts about Roddy’s death just don’t add up, and Noemi isn’t the only one who suspects that something menacing might be lurking within their tribal lands.

Blood Sisters by Vanessa Lillie

As an archeologist for the Bureau of Indian Affairs, Syd Walker spends her days in Rhode Island trying to protect the land's indigenous past, even as she’s escaping her own. While Syd is dedicated to her job, she’s haunted by a night of violence she barely escaped in her Oklahoma hometown fifteen years ago. Though she swore she’d never go back, the past soon comes calling. When her sister, Emma Lou, vanishes, Syd knows she must return home. 

The Berry Pickers by Amanda Peters

July 1962. A Mi’kmaq family from Nova Scotia arrives in Maine to pick blueberries for the summer. Weeks later, four-year-old Ruthie, the family’s youngest child, vanishes. She is last seen by her six-year-old brother, Joe, who will remain distraught by his sister’s disappearance for years to come. Meanwhile, in Maine a young girl named Norma grows up as the only child of an affluent family. Norma is often troubled by recurring dreams and visions and, when she realizes her parents are keeping something from her, she attempts to uncover her family's secret. 

The Truth According to Ember by Danica Nava

After getting rejected for the 37th time, Ember Lee takes her job search into her own hands. She gets “creative” and answers the ethnicity question on applications with a lie - no one wanted Native American Ember, but white Ember has just landed her dream job. Not only does she thrive in corporate life, she also hits things off with the IT guy and fellow Native who caught her eye on her first day. But when they’re caught in a compromising position, a colleague blackmails Ember and threatens to expose their relationship.

[callunavulgari]

“I want him to get better. I want to watch him get better. I want to get better with him.”

a mix for @skitchskatchbat's fantastic @steddiebang2024 fic! Go give it a read!

langsam "we gave it a go" — nicholas britell // theme variation -piano, orchestra- — nicholas britell // islands — young the giant // i feel like i'm drowning — two feet // deadrose — unprocessed // fear of the water — syml // lovely — billie eilish & khalid // back to black — amy winehouse // where's my love — syml // in this shirt — the irrepressibles  // still don't know my name — labrinth // movement — hozier // my tears are becoming a sea — m83 // only — ry x // touch — sleeping at last // oceans — seafret // wash — bon iver // larghetto — nicholas britell // heal — tom odell // it's ok — tom rosenthal // can you hold me — nf, britt nichole // american prometheus — ludwig goransson // anchor — novo armor // let it all go — rhodes, birdy // already gone — sleeping at last // moondust — jaymes young // underneath the stars — the cure // haunt you still — softcult // don't haunt this place — yellow ostrich // i found — amber run // afterimage 3 — max richter // smother me — the used // i wanted to leave — syml // closure — michael giacchino // history is now — natalie holt

listen on spotify | read the fic

langsam - "we gave it a go" || nicholas britell *instrumental*

theme variation -piano, orchestra- || nicholas britell *instrumental*

islands || young the giant When no one's home, do they feel cold on your bones All the years I missed your warmth Have you missed my warmth?

i feel like i'm drowning || two feet You're a poison and I know that is the truth All my friends think you're vicious And they say you're suspicious

deadrose || unprocessed Like feathers on oil film You can cling to my neck Hands bruise in darkness Life fades to black

fear of the water || SYML If this was meant for me, why does it hurt so much? And if you're not made for me, why did we fall in love?

lovely || billie eilish & khalid Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here Even if it takes all night or a hundred years Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear

back to black || amy winehouse You went back to what you knew So far removed from all that we went through And I tread a troubled track My odds are stacked

where's my love - alternate version || syml Cold sheets, oh, where's my love? I am searching high I'm searching low in the night

in this shirt || the irrepressibles I am lost, I am lost I am lost, I am lost I am lost

still don't know my name || labrinth What do I say To make me exist? Ooh, stranger

movement || hozier You are a call to motion There, all of you a verb in perfect view Like Jonah on the ocean When you move, I'm moved

my tears are becoming a sea || m83 I'm slowly drifting to you The stars and the planets Are calling me A billion years away from you I'm on my way

only || ry x Coming from the cold, buried under heat Lay you on the floor, heavy like the force between us Cut me like a rose, turn me like a beast Hold me on the floor, heavy like the force between us

touch || sleeping at last These moving parts inside of me Well, they've been shutting down for quite some time Leaving only rust behind

oceans || seafret I wish I can feel your skin And I want you From somewhere within

wash || bon iver I, I'm growing like the quickening hues I, I'm telling darkness from lines on you

larghetto || nicholas britell *instrumental*

heal || tom odell And take my mind And take my pain Like an empty bottle takes the rain And heal, heal, hell, heal And tell me some things last

it's ok || tom rosenthal Tell me true My heart is new My love has gone away It's okay I know someday I'm gonna be with you

can you hold me || nf, britt nichole Just wrap me in your arms, in your arms I don't wanna be nowhere else Take me from the dark, from the dark I ain't gonna make it myself

american prometheus || ludwig goransson *instrumental*

anchor || novo armor And I hear your ship is comin' in Your tears a sea for me to swim And I hear a storm is comin' in My dear, is it all we've ever been? Oh, anchor up to me My love, my love, my love

let it all go || rhodes, birdy There's a light on the road And I think you know Morning has come And I have to go

already gone || sleeping at last Remember all the things we wanted Now all our memories, they're haunted We were always meant to say goodbye Even without fists held high It never would've worked out right We were never meant for do or die

moondust || jaymes young And there's nothing, that I can do Except bury my love for you

underneath the stars || the cure Whisper in my ear, a wish "We could drift away so far"

haunt you still || softcult When you think of me, is it fondly? Or do I haunt you still? Do I haunt you still?

don't haunt this place || yellow ostrich I know it's right, I know it's okay And I'd like to see you now and again This was hard, it was dumb, we should do it again

i found || amber run And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be Right in front of me Talk some sense to me

afterimage 3 || max richter *instrumental*

smother me || the used Now I can breathe, turn my insides out And smother me Warm and alive, I'm all over you Would you smother me?

i wanted to leave || syml *instrumental*

closure || michael giacchino *instrumental*

history is now || natalie holt *instrumental*