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Just the two of us song lyrics bill wither

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Mizell Berry Gordy Jr.、Freddie Perren、Deke Richards、Alphonso J. Sorted by ＞ Sorted by album (Time) Sorted by song name (Characters) Sorted by other 1~1000 首 1001~1446 Song Lyricist Composer Date 1 3 (Glee Cast Version) 2 3 3 4 Minutes (Glee Cast Version) 4 4 Minutes(4分鐘) 2010-05 5 4 Minutes 2010 6 A Boy Like That (Glee Cast Version) 7 A Boy Like That 2011 8 A Change Would Do You Good (Glee Cast Version) 9 A Hard Day's Night 2013 10 A House Is Not A Home 11 A House Is Not A Home(Glee Cast Version) 2010-06 12 A Thousand Years (Glee Cast Version) 13 A Thousand Years 14 ABC 15 ABC(Glee Cast Version) Berry Gordy Jr.、Freddie Perren、Deke Richards、Alphonso J. After 121 episodes and over 728 music performances, Glee came to an end on March 20, 2015. On October 17, 2013, in the wake of the death of Cory Monteith three months prior, and one week after his tribute episode 'The Quarterback' aired, Murphy announced that the sixth season would be the final one of the series. The show was also chosen by Fox to fill the coveted time slot that followed the network's coverage of Super Bowl XLV in 2011. In 2011, the show once again won the Golden Globe for Best Television Series, and Jane Lynch and Chris Colfer won Golden Globes for Best Supporting Actress and Best Supporting Actor respectively, and Gwyneth Paltrow won the Emmy for Outstanding Guest Actress in a Comedy Series.

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The season was nominated for nineteen Emmy Awards, four Golden Globe Awards, six Satellite Awards and fifty-seven other awards, with wins including the 2010 Golden Globe Award for Best Television Series – Musical or Comedy, and Emmy awards for Jane Lynch, guest-star Neil Patrick Harris and Murphy's direction of the pilot episode. There were live concert tours by the show's cast after the first and second seasons completed shooting a concert film based on the 2011 tour, Glee: The 3D Concert Movie, was produced by Murphy and Fox and directed by Kevin Tancharoen.ĭuring its first season, Glee received generally favorable reviews from critics, with Metacritic's weighted average of 77 out of 100 based on eighteen critical reviews. The series' merchandise also includes DVD and Blu-ray releases, an iPad application, and karaoke games for the Wii. The music of Glee has been a commercial success, with over thirty-six million digital single sales and eleven million album sales worldwide through October 2011. Songs covered in the show were released through the iTunes Store during the week of broadcast, and a series of Glee albums have been released by Columbia Records. Glee features on-screen performance-based musical numbers that were selected by Murphy, who aimed to maintain a balance between show tunes and chart hits, and produced by Adam Anders and Peer Åström. The sixth and final season aired from January to March 2015. Subsequent seasons aired in September through May. The pilot episode was broadcast on May 19, 2009, and the first season aired from September 9, 2009, to June 8, 2010. The three wrote all of the show's episodes for the first two seasons, and Murphy and Falchuk initially served as the show's main directors. The series was created by Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk, and Ian Brennan, the latter of whom first conceived of Glee as a film. In subsequent seasons, the main cast has expanded to fourteen and fifteen members. The initial twelve-member cast included club director and Spanish teacher Will Schuester (Matthew Morrison), cheerleading coach Sue Sylvester (Jane Lynch), guidance counselor Emma Pillsbury (Jayma Mays), Will's wife Terri (Jessalyn Gilsig), and eight club members played by Dianna Agron, Chris Colfer, Kevin McHale, Lea Michele, Cory Monteith, Amber Riley, Mark Salling, and Jenna Ushkowitz. It focuses on the fictitious William McKinley High School glee club, New Directions, which competes on the show choir competition circuit while its disparate members deal with social issues, especially regarding sexuality and race, relationships, and learning to become an effective team. Glee( Glee (TV series) )【 1446 songs in total 】 Glee is an American musical comedy-drama television series that aired on the Fox network in the United States from May 19, 2009, to March 20, 2015.

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The phrase “lean on me,” which he attributed to his West Virginia upbringing, popped into his head and he simply spun out the lyrics from there. It’s a song that Withers says he divined from playing around on a Wurlitzer electric piano. Through it all, Withers is there offering a shoulder to lean on and asking for one in return. E.L.īill Withers’ piano line in “Lean on Me” ascends and descends, resembling hills and valleys - times of hardship and times of grace. A lesser singer would end the track here, but Withers rips into one final verse. The key moment takes place around 2:32, when Withers stretches the word “gone” into something shivering and nearly unbearable. The lyrics are brutally straightforward: “I can’t believe that she don’t want to see me/We lived and loved with each other so long/I never thought that she really would leave me/But she’s gone.” He sings just four sets of four lines, which is probably for the best - how much more could we take? The sparse backdrop brings extra attention to the texture and control in his remarkable voice. The song consists of little more than Withers’ disconsolate wails and a simple motif on guitar sustained organ lines add a funereal air. “Ain’t No Sunshine” gets all the credit as a tragic high point in Withers’ catalog, but “Hope She’ll Be Happier” is really his most bereft moment. “If I get to heaven,” Withers sings, “I’ll look for grandma’s hands.” “Out of all the things that I might have written,” he said on the BBC show, “my favorite thing has to be about this favorite old lady of mine.” H.S. In a somber and reverent tone, the brief yet quietly shattering song catalogs his memories of the woman whose hands did everything from clap in church to “ a local unwed mother” and “ me up each time I fell.” The poetic detail that the same hands used to “ache sometimes and swell” shows the toll her compassion took.

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“In my case, I learned how to really love somebody from … just a nice old lady who used some very nice old gnarled hands to make life kind of nice for me at that time when I really needed somebody.” Withers stuttered growing up, and took solace in his grandmother’s steadfast care. “Most of us at some point in our lives have somebody that means more to us than anybody has ever meant before or will ever mean again,” Bill Withers said when introducing “Grandma’s Hands” at a 1973 BBC performance. He documents the brutally hot summers and bitter cold winters the crooked landlords and crooked preachers and, as the song reaches a fever pitch, captures the way so much of life seems to hinge on that universal tension between Saturday night and Sunday morning. Jones builds into a resounding march of orchestral soul as Withers paints a wide-lens picture of life in the titular New York neighborhood, peppered with just the right amount of close-up detail. The track is centered around a steady stomp that producer Booker T. “Harlem” opens Withers’ debut album, Just As I Am, and served as one of the LP’s early singles (though DJs ultimately took more to the B side, “Ain’t No Sunshine”). It’s just something that crossed my mind from watching that movie, and probably something else that happened in my life that I’m not aware of.” K.G. Sometimes you miss things that weren’t particularly good for you. It’s like going back for seconds on rat poison. “They were both alcoholics who were alternately weak and strong.

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“I was watching a movie called Days of Wine and Roses, with Lee Remick and Jack Lemmon,” he once said of what inspired the song.

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Withers sings “I know” an astonishing 26 times, and it registers like a lyrical pile driver - you feel the loss right along with him. Its power is the pure emotion the artist pours into the vocals, as he laments the fact that “this house just ain’t no home” since a lover has left. One of Withers’ most moving, elegiac meditations, “Ain’t No Sunshine” feels like a mini movie with its sparse arrangement and occasional cinematic strings. But his modest body of work still stands as a gold standard of R&B excellence. He continued to notch hits till the mid-Eighties, when he became fed up with meddling from his later label Columbia and walked away from the business altogether. A demo he made caught the ear of Clarence Avant, head of indie label Sussex, and Withers went on to cut some of the most enduring albums of the Seventies, filled with intimate, slow-burning songs that packed a serious emotional wallop. “I figured out that you didn’t need to be a virtuoso to accompany yourself,” he told Rolling Stone in 2015. He was nearing 30 when he began writing songs on a cheap guitar between shifts at an aircraft-parts factory.

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☆SONGS THAT REMIND THEM OF YOU | sakusa kiyoomi, atsumu miya, osamu miya, tsukishima kei, hinata shoyo, sugawara koshi

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sakusa is definitely the type to listen to music when he cleans. the type of music he listens to however…i personally think he listens to like classics and oldies in several languages. more specifically he listens to french music. so imagine him wiping down windows of your shared apartment when la vie en rose by édith piaf comes on and he cannot help but smile at the thought of you. he immediately wonders what you’re doing in that moment even if he knows you’re at work or running errands

atsumu is obviously listening to music when he’s at the gym. he doesn’t wanna hear sweaty people working out. his gym playlist is just a curation of all of his favorite songs and there’s no single genre left out. he listens to everything and i mean everything. but the song i imagine him lip syncing to when he’s on the treadmill that causes him to smile a little bit is lost by frank ocean. he may not get the full message of the song but when he hears frank naming those major cities all he can think about his taking you to them.

osamu is making dinner for you guys with his music playing. he much unlike his brother has organized playlists for different things. when he’s cooking he really likes listening to jazz and soul music. every now and then just the two of us by grover washington, jr and bill withers comes on he is humming along while stirring whatever is in the pan in front of him and thinking about slow dancing around the living room with you. how lever you are still not out of the shower and he is still cooking.

tsukishima has a set playlist for songs that remind him do you. he has his headphones in almost 24/7. it was also his idea that you guys have a shared playlist on spotify. let’s not act surprised. out of the collection of songs though the one that actually makes himself smile the hardest and think do you because of the lyrics is kataomoi by aimer. the song is so sappy though so when you seen him smiling while his earphones are on and asks what he’s listening to. he’s either gonna lie and tell you a song that the complete opposite or just straight up say “nothing.”

shoyo is on his way to pick you up for a little date and when he gets stuck in traffic. he decides to turn his music up a little bit to entertain himself and when he hears the song that starts playing he grins so hard and turns it up even more. now he listens to almost everything as long as he thinks it’s catchy or likes the message of the song. sh hearing I THINK by tyler, the creator he immediately thinks of you because it played once on the radio when the two of you went to the states and he’s been hooked to it ever since. that song will always be connected to you and he will constantly think about how much fun he has with you all the time.

koshi loves playing music when he’s in his lunch break in his classroom. normally when students are in the room he just plays instrumentals so they don’t get too distracted but once they’re off at recess he switches over to his personal music. my jinji by sunset rollercoster plays and he immediately thinks about calling you hoping you’re not busy. this would be the only time he’d get to hear from you today until he gets home. so he does call you and take to you for a bit when you ask why he called he tells you “i was just thinking about you, that’s all.” and you just smile at each other for a moment. which gets cut short because now he has to go get his kids from recess 😒

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My suggestions for your Five/Lila soundtrack:

Beautiful Lies- Tanner Usrey & Ella Langley (the live performance is beautiful). For when they’re coming back to the house.

Forever- The Little Dippers. For the bracelet greenhouse scene.

The End of the World- Skeeter Davis. OR: The Night We Met- Lord Huron. When Five is reminiscing on the train and as he is first going to the deli.

I’ve Got You Under My Skin- Frank Sinatra. For when he hides the cypher.

Birds of a Feather- Billie Eilish. For their fight.

Sad Eyes- Robert John. Every time Lila looks at Five while Diego hugs her.

Make It With You- Bread. Whilst lost on the subway.

Cold- Chris Stapleton. For when Lila says it’s over.

The Lonely- Christina Perri. For Lila’s overwhelmed feeling when she goes to get the soda at Grace’s party.

Saturn- Sleeping at Last. The ending scene.

No scenes, but I like these songs &/or lyrics for them as well:

Bewitched- Laufev

Somethin’ Stupid- Frank and Nancy Sinatra

Until I Found You- Stephen Sanchez & Em Beihild

Happier- Marshmello & Bastille

Ain’t No Sunshine- Bill Withers

Die With A Smile- Bruno Mars & Lady Gaga

Loving You is a Losing Game- Duncan Laurence

This Thing Called Love- Stephen Sanchez

I Found- Amber Run

I Was Made for Loving You- KISS or Yungblud cover

Just the Two of Us- Grover Washington

Time in a Bottle- Jim Croce (I feel like this might have been in the show? Or it’s just triggering memories of TUA in general for me too…)

If they had gotten to live and we could see Lila choose Five, I would imagine: Think I’m in Love with You- Chris Stapleton & Duo Lipa version.

Also: How Long- Ace. For Diego’s POV when he’s following Lila at the cafe.

Hi,

Thank you for giving me so much new music to check out <3

You put so much work and thought into it!

Yesterday I was thinking about doing a list of my fav songs that fit Five and Lila, to be honest I just was too tired to actually think about it and work through my playlists, maybe this weekend :) Looking foward to listen to all your suggestions.

Thanks so much again for that <3

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When Love Finds a way

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Warnings 18+: Blood , Nudity (Yes, Naked Henry) , Death .

Pairings: Henry Cavill(Drake/Dracula) x Mia/Misty(Black!plus size female)

Description: Dracula & Misty run into one another at the local coffee shop. Could it be… destiny?

Song: No Sunshine by Bill Withers , lovely (instrumental) by Billie Eilish & Khalid .

Word count: 3.6K

(Anything in italics are lyrics. Anything Bold & italics are Dracula’s thoughts)

Two

Aint no sunshine when she's gone. It's not warm when she's away. Ain't no sunshine when she's gone; she's always gone too long, anytime, she goes away.

The thunder roared outside, rattling the skylights and window patio doors. The sound didn’t take him out of his trance though.

Drake had a wooden brush clenched between his teeth as his left hand fingered and teased the paint, and used his right hand to push strokes across the canvas with his brush.

He pulled the brush from between his teeth and dipped it in the white to emphasize the glare in the honey brown. He then stood up from the wooden stool, hovering over his work of art.

Drake was adorned with splattered and smeared paint. He had a chiseled, godly frame. Muscular back, broad shoulders, big arms, tight abdomen and chest that donned thick curly hairs. He himself looked like a masterpiece.

So detailed down to the tiny patterns in her beautiful hazel irises; were the eyes of his beloved, Mia.

The lightning from outside brightened up the room around them, revealing over more than a dozen portraits of Mia. Most of them consisted of her in the color yellow or pink.

Others were just her body parts. Her lips, her naked waist and hips, her naked back with her shoulders and untamed curls cascading down her back. His personal favorite, her fingers interlocking with his; differentiating the sizes of their palms.

‘My dear Mia. Oh you’d be disappointed with how I use my time.’ He chuckled aloud as he wiped his cheek with the back of his wrist, smearing paint against his cheekbone.

And then he found himself staring into the large lively eyes he’d created. Getting lost in them as if she were still physically here.

***

Only darkness everyday, ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone. This house just ain’t no home, anytime she goes away.

He walked as his nose flared; chin trembling as he held his deceased love in his arms tightly. Her blood stained his white blouse. What use to run and pump warmth and life into her, ran cold and endless. His hands, forearms and his cheeks were covered in it.

The scent of her used to bring him a joy like no other, and now, seeing her defiled like this. Knowing the reason why her precious soul was taken, it sickened him.

He walked until he stopped at the entrance of a village. Hesitantly, he looked down at her before looking back ahead of him. ‘Help! Someone help! Someone help please!’ He screamed, and begged. His eyes searched for anyone that could help; some folk came peeking out of their doors, but only a few had the guts to rush over towards the mysterious man. Drake dropped weakly to his knees, but he never let go of his love.

‘What’s happened?!’ One of the onlookers came running over, seemingly looking to help at first.

‘S-she’s been stabbed…’ Drake stuttered, still not able to make sense of what’s happening, he looked up at the stranger before him. He was a short, bald, heavy set older man; he had to be the leader around here.

He was startled by Drake’s bright red eyes and took a step back. “Devil!” The man cried frighteningly, his eyes wide as saucers, a sharp pain shot through the man's heart. He clutched his chest. Others started to murmur, the men in the town pushed their children and wives back into the house as they found pointed objects.

Drake sighed heavily, jaws clinched in agitation; he inhaled deeply trying his best to calm his rage. ‘Listen, I mean no harm, ok? My wife— they killed my wife. Burned down my home. Killed my stock and cattle. I just need… I need some help… just to clean my wife and get her buried…’

“Begawn demon!” One man shouted with a large pickaxe in his hands, another man stepped forward, a cold stare in his eyes.

“We’re good Christian you heathen, if that woman was with you, we’ll then she’s better off dead. Maybe God will forgive her.” The man shook his head, his fingers wrapped around his weapon tightly, these people were surely blinded by their belief in God to think they could take on someone of Drake’s nature. He couldn’t believe the words that just came from this imbecile’s crusty lips.

“Are you ‘too good Christian’ to help your own?! How dare you, hypocrites.” He hissed, bright crimson blood pooled at his eyes, and only a single tear fell down his pale skin. ‘She believed in your God!’ He exclaimed with so much venom behind the word, ‘The same God whose brought you nothing but pain, death, illness and sorrow! Yet, she still believed in him! Just like the rest of you! Was she not good?!’

The crowd grew quiet. Only the sounds of the night could be heard around he and the crowd that surrounded him defensively. Bullfrogs croaked, Crickets chirped and beetles flapped their heavy wings.

As soon as Drake felt he was about to lose hope and his cool, someone spoke up in the crowd, ‘And what do we get if we aid you?!’

He searched the crowd as a woman walked forward. She had black thick and curly hair, her skin was brown and rich like the Earth’s soil. She wore trousers and a slightly stretched out blouse. It appeared to be somewhat of an off duty knight. Her clothes weren’t as damaged and raggedy as everyone else’s.

‘I-‘ he pressed his lips together. ‘Whatever it is that you want. I have no use of any more of my riches… I don’t plan on living on without her.’ Drake looked down at Mia once more. He wasn’t sure how many more tears he could shed. But he wasn’t ready to stop either.

‘Hmph… you’d save me the time then… c’mon now then.’ The pretty woman turned on the toes of her boots and walked back through the crowd; shoving people out of the way. Get out my way! What you lookin’ at?!

Drake felt his slow beating heart stiffen almost in his chest. He was relieved that someone was willing to help. So he stood up to his feet, adjusting Mia in his arms.

***

Drake placed Mia’s lifeless body on the cot. He knew this was probably the last time he’d see her. So he stared at her for as long as he possibly could. He had to take in every feature, knowing that it would be his last

The woman folded her arms across her chest, her head falling to the side.

‘What happened?’

He sat there for a moment before blinking away and looking over at the woman behind him. He felt his chest twist, tears filled his eyes once again before he just let out a shuddered sigh. ‘The Church… found out my hide away. Th-they said she’d been followed. She’d come to see me in the morning. We’d spend the day together,’ he scoffed and swallowed his sticky saliva before continuing. ‘She was the only reason I ever became a morning person… I’d risk burning myself countless times just to be with her and th—‘ his voice was strained; drowned in own tears and despair.

And when Drake had enough strength to speak, darkness reflected in his words as if they looked into a mirror, ‘They took her. from. me!’

The woman watched in silence, studying the picture before her. ‘How long have you and her been—together?’ She asked.

‘A little over a year and a half… she was the reason why I never went back into hunting and killing,’ he looked back at her. His eyes were so sad and lifeless. It almost seem unreal, like sad painting. ‘Because of her, I cherished human life. I saw the potential in your lives. So I went without drinking human blood for that duration.’

Her eyebrows tugged into one, ‘If you weren’t drinking humans then what—‘

‘Animals… particularly moose. Boar. Sometimes bear— anything I could get my hands on really.’

‘M-my God…’ The woman was in disbelief! Could he have been that in love to completely risk his livelihood?

Everyone deserved to love, and perhaps if you are capable of loving, you’re capable of changing. She thought to herself.

‘And so they call…’ he scoffed, his head falling forward; shaking side to side.

‘I don’t think you’re the vampire they are after!’ Drake didn’t say anything, he didn’t much care. Instead, he just grabbed Mia’s hand and placed his cold lips against her cold flesh. He’d just hoped for a small sign of life from her. But he was disappointed once more when reality set in by the second.

The sound of her heeled boots quickly clicked across the wooden floor. ‘Look. I ain’t too keen with working with your kind,’ she said with a slight bitterness, ‘But if I were in your position… I’d do whatever it is that I needed to be done so that my partner gets the justice they deserve…’

Dracula looked up at her with wet eyes. He knew what her suggestion was.

‘That’s just me though…’ she threw up her hands In defense.

He stood to his feet slowly, his thick brows tugging into one,‘Are you suggesting—‘

‘THAT’S… just me now…’ she took a step closer to him, low enough for him to hear, ‘Do what you must. Besides, these folk could use some protectin’ roun’ here,’ She looked over at his wife for a second, ‘She shall be in tip top shape upon your return. And when you get back… we can perhaps discuss a partnership.’ She then stepped back and jerked her head towards the door. ‘Gone head nah. Before I change my mind!’

Dracula gave the woman a gentle nod before turning back to his love, ‘She’ll— she’ll take care of you— my love.’ He then placed his bloodied hand on top of hers.

His chin trembled as he stared at his wife’s corpse. Even in death, she was breathtaking.

‘I’m sorry… I’m so sorry Mia. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. I’m sorry I couldn’t give you what you wanted.’ He sniffed, wiping his tears before letting out a shaky sigh, ‘I love you… And I’m gonna make this right.’

Dracula pushed her hair behind her ear. ‘Until we meet again my love…’

He looked back over at the woman, darkness clouding his eyes, ‘How far is the Church’s village?’

‘On horseback? About a day’s ride… the sun could be quite dangerous for someone like you.’

Drake pressed his lips together, knowing what he’d have to do to get there faster. ‘Indeed… I must leave,’ he walked towards the wooden door.

‘I never caught your name. I-I want to thank you.’

The woman placed her hands on her widened hips and a smirk curled on her lips, ‘No need to thank me,’ she said raising her hand in protest, ‘Make it back alive and I’ll tell you everything.’

***

A loud thunder clap shook him out of his own head. A smirk curled on his lips slowly, ‘I know… I’m goin’, I’m goin’… I just wanted to take the time to admire you for a bit longer…’

A soft low thunder rumbled, causing his apartment to shake a little.

‘I miss you too…’ he sighed softly.

Shortly after, he gathered his brushes and carried them to the sink and washed them carefully. Afterwards, he set them on a towel to dry.

Before leaving his “showcase” room, he took one more good look at her, ‘Good Night Mia. I love you.’ And he shut the door behind him.

***

Drake stood beneath the hot shower; allowing the water to beat down on his head and the rest of his messy body. He loved these kinds of nights. Since his body didn’t generate it’s own sweat or neither did he get funky, he’d somehow subconsciously yet— perhaps on purpose, smear himself up in paint so he could shower. It was the only thing that reminded him of her. The warmth of her pretty brown skin and how she’d hold him close.

Otherwise, he truly had no other excuse to be in the shower.

Lifting his head up, he ran his fingers through his hair; pushing it back out of his face. He then reached over for his washcloth, and liquid soap. Once he lathered it up, he rubbed those smooth suds into his skin and scrubbed off whatever paint that was left on his body.

Afterwards, he sat in the shower until the water ran cold. He got out and got dressed in something modest and simple. It was still raining outside, and he would’ve hated for his suits to have gotten wet.

He’d dressed in a cotton light gray long sleeved shirt. It had 3 buttons at the chest. He left only one open. Then, he pulled on some briefs and some dark denim jeans and some brown boots.

Drake dried his thick black hair with a towel and then blow dried it. His locks fell wavy and soft against his head.

Once he was done getting dressed, he grabbed his sketchbook, his wallet and keys. Then, he left.

This was the only time Dracula really enjoyed the outdoors in the daytime. The sky had to be dark with clouds and/or pouring down raining. He could smell and feel how refreshed Mother Earth felt when it did. As if the rain was cleansing everything around him.

He also found it funny when unprepared humans would just cover their heads with newspapers or their hands trying to get to cover. Such clumsy creatures.

Closing down his umbrella, he walked inside of a coffee shop. The smell of freshly brewed coffee made love to his senses and caused a slight drool to pool in his mouth.

Coffee was Dracula’s guilty pleasure. Human food was disgusting. Anything processed, would taste as if he were biting into the metal or plastic that kept them fresh. Or, he’d taste the hormones and the particles. If he had to eat human food just to blend in, he’d simply throw it up later. But coffee, he liked his Americano. No sugar. No cream. Just— beans and hot water.

The baristas shouted, desynchronized “Heeey!” “Drake!” “Yooo!”

They were all very happy to see him. After all, it had been quite some time since he’d been down here.

A toothy grin curled on his lips as he placed his wet umbrella up against his booth and placed his book down on the table. ‘Shannon, Luis, Jang. How are all of you?’ Then he walked up to the counter.

‘We’re holding up… we’ve missed ya down here. We were starting to think you moved away or sumn!’ Jang said with a slight smirk.

‘Yeah! Shannon was starting to get sad!’ Laughed Luis.

‘Hey!’ Shannon laughed and smacked Luis on the arm, ‘You’re gonna get enough of telling my business! How are you, D?’

Dracula had been coming to the local coffee shop for about 10 years now. Way before his friend’s arrival. The owners, Lee and Jennifer, had always been kind to him and welcoming. Introducing him to their own families and friends. Having him over for dinner some nights.

Until one night they’d suffered greatly when half of the shop burned down. Drake had heard about this terrible incident and had written them an anonymous check for $40K for repairs. Til this day, the couple hadn’t had a single clue who’d gifted them with something so life changing. And it were to stay that way.

‘I thought I asked you to call me Drake?’ He smirked, pulling out his wallet.

‘I know. But I think D fits you best,’ the woman giggled, ‘The Usual today?’

‘Mmhmm,’ he nodded before placing the $20 bill in her hand. ‘Could you bring it to my booth?’

‘Sure. Anything for my—‘ Shannon paused for a second, getting lost in those bright crimson eyes. Sure she had a crush before, but it had only gotten extreme. ‘Main. Man.’ And a slow smile curled on her lips.

Dracula returned the smile and nodded once, ‘Thank you, Shan.’ And he turned away to walk to his booth.

As soon as he sat down, he opened up his book full of sketches. Some pages were of flowers, mountains and rivers, oceans and the sky. But others were of people he’d come across in his life. But mostly, Mia.

Strangely enough though, he didn’t feel like drawing her today. Technically.

He’d quickly got started on a face. Allowing just his hand and mind to come together; not really thinking.

‘One Americano.’ Shannon said softly with a smile, placing the large mug down on the porcelain dessert plate. ‘Thank you, Shannon. It smells delightful.’ He smiled looking up at her.

‘Anytime.’ She sighed softly before pulling her eyes away to look at his sketch. ‘What ya workin’ on?’

Dracula looked back down at the large sheet of paper. In just a minute’s time he’d already drawn and detailed an eye and a nose. ‘Nothing special just— sketching.’

‘Nice! You’re really talented!’ Shannon jumped when the bell chimed over the door.

He instantly went stiff at her scent. ‘Misty! Hi, welcome back!’ Shannon greeted her with a smile, ‘I have to get back to work. Have fun.’ She said, placing her dainty hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Drake inhaled deeply, as her heart beat seem to thud louder and louder in his ears. The smell of flowers just kept tickling at his nose. It was intoxicating! He was drawing but he couldn’t focus! All that he could see embedded in his brain was her gorgeous smile, her big, thick curly hair, her hazel eyes.

This is probably the closest he’s ever been to drowning. All until,

‘Drake?’

‘Huh?’ He lifted his head quickly.

She was standing there with a sweet yet, puzzled look on her face. Oh she was to die for.

‘I didn’t know you came to this coffee shop!’

‘Misty! Hi! Oh, yeah—‘ he chuckled as his eyes roamed over her body once. The perfect frame. Voluptuous breasts, a tummy, wide hips and thick thighs. ‘I-I know the owners. Been coming here for a few years now.’

‘That’s cool! Hey, do you mind if I join you? I just have a few more minutes to kill before I have to head back to work.’

Of course I mind. You’re only the love of my life’s doppelgänger! I don’t even know what to say or do right now.

‘No, please!’ Lying bastard.

Misty sat down in front of him with a gentle smile on her lips. She watched him take a sip of his coffee first before he went back to sketching upon the white sheet. ‘You draw too? What are you working on?’ She asked before sipping out of her straw.

Drake swallowed his spit as he scribbled, ‘Just some random… portrait.’

‘Hmm! It’s pretty. You take commissions?’

‘Commissions?’ He asked a bit confused, ‘Like pay? No. I do this for fun.’

Misty smirked, adjusting herself in her seat before folding her arms on top of the wooden table, ‘So, if I asked you to do one for me… you’d do it?’

Dracula looked up at her, sizing her face before his eyes dropped to her neck, then her chest. Then, he looked back up into her eyes, ‘If you’d ask me…’

She just stared at him and he just stared at her. Misty finally looked away with a giggle, ‘I-I couldn’t ask that of you. Supplies are getting more and more expensive by the day and art takes time and patience. I couldn’t do that. I’d have to pay you—‘

‘I wouldn’t have it…’ he interrupted. ‘I have enough…’ he paused for a second, ‘I don’t mind.’

She raised a brow, sitting back into her seat. ‘You are stubborn… well at least let me take you out? What are you doing tomorrow afternoon?’ She asked with a smile.

He chuckled as he continued to sketch, ‘You’re asking a complete stranger out on a date? I could be a murderer.’

‘Yeah, you could be. But how would I know if I don’t try?’

You’re just like her… in so many ways.

Drake shook his head as his smirk remained on his face, ‘I work… I’m free after 7pm.’

‘Hmm.. alright. Well, do you have a phone? So I can plug my number in?’

A phone. Dracula was never the type to keep friends so he never thought getting a phone was a logical investment for him. ‘I don’t.’

‘No phone? In the 21st century? Well, I’d say you like to live your life on the edge! What if you were to ever be in danger?!’ She sounded concerned.

Danger? Ha, oh darling, I am the danger.

Drake chuckled and shrugged, ‘Then if it’s my time to go.. it’s my time to go. We didn’t—‘ he bit his tongue and stopped once again. He was getting way too comfortable. ‘I don’t need one.’

Misty took a sip of her ice coffee and shook her head, ‘Well, Mr. “I’m too righteous” for a phone. You should invest in one.’

‘Why?’

‘Cause how would I call you?’

Damn… she’s smooth.

Drake pressed his lips together. He swallowed his spit, feeling as if there was a UV light burning in the pit of his stomach. She had no idea of the chokehold she had on him at this moment. ‘I’ll think about it.’ He said before going back to his sketch.

‘Alright. Well, just,’ she stood up from her seat and picked up her drink, ‘Meet me back here tomorrow evening. 7:45pm.’

He looked up at her as a slow smile curled on his lips, ‘Sure.’

‘I gotta head back now. See you then.’ She said before walking towards the door.

‘Yeah,’ he said before she walked out of the door. ‘See ya.’

Turning back to his sketch before his, he hadn’t even realized he had already worked on her full lips.

‘Dammit.’ He’d cursed.

[sailoreuterpe]

Non-Romantic Song Recommendations

familial/platonic- the lyrics are relatively generic; family or friends

child love- perspective of a child to a guardian

grandchild love- perspective of a grandchild to a grandparent

parental love- perspective of a guardian to a child

sibling love- perspective of a sibling to a sibling

lyrics can tweak platonic- the lyrics are explicitly romantic in nature but can become generic with tweaking

romantic video- the official music video is explicitly romantic in nature; lyric music videos are usually less romantic

(This is my favorite familial/platonic song) Tracy Chapman (familial/platonic): The Promise - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-nqzwIvnZ0

Andrew Gold: Thank You for Being a Friend (familial/platonic)

Andy Grammer: Don't Give Up on Me (lyrics can tweak platonic)

A Great Big World: I Will Always Be There (familial/platonic)

Al Kasha, Joel Hirschhorn, Michael Lloyd: Love Survives (familial/platonic)

Alison Krauss: Baby Mine (parental love)

Alison Krauss: When You Say Nothing at All (familial/platonic)

Anthony Gonzalez: Proud Corazon (child love)

Avicii: Hey Brother (sibling love)

Ben E. King: Stand By Me (familial/platonic)

Bette Midler: Wind Beneath my Wings (child love, familial/platonic)

Bill Withers: Lean on Me (familial/platonic)

Billy Joel: Just the Way You Are (lyrics can tweak platonic)

Billy Joel: Lullabye (Goodnight, My Angel) (parental love)

Boyz 2 Men: Mama (child love)

Brendan Shine: A Mother's Love's a Blessing (child love)

Celtic Woman: Danny Boy (sibling love)

Christina Perri: A Thousand Years (romantic video, lyrics can tweak platonic)

Crosby, Stills, and Nash: Teach Your Children (child love, parental love)

Cyndi Lauper: True Colors (familial/platonic)

Dan Fogelberg: Leader of the Band (child love)

Diamond Rio: One More Day (familial/platonic)

Diana Ross: If We Hold On Together (familial/platonic)

Dionne Warwick: That's What Friends are For (familial/platonic)

Donna Lewis: At the Beginning (romantic video, lyrics can tweak platonic)

Gabriella Flores, Gael Garcia Bernal: Remember Me (child love, parental love)

Imagine Dragons: I Bet My Life (child love)

Jim Croce: I'll Have to Say I Love You in a Song (lyrics can tweak platonic)

Jim Croce: Time in a Bottle (parental love)

Josh Groban: You Raise Me Up (familial/platonic)

Katy Perry: Unconditionally (romantic video, familial/platonic)

Kenny Loggins: Return to Pooh Corner (parental love)

Lionel Richie: Angel (familial/platonic)

Luther Vandross: Dance with My Father (child love)

Marvin Gaye, Tammi Terrell: Ain’t No Mountain High Enough (lyrics can tweak platonic)

Mary Chapin Carpenter: Grow Old Along with Me (lyrics can tweak platonic)

Melissa Wasserman: Twenty Two (sibling love)

Miranda Lambert: Over You (familial/platonic)

Miranda Lambert: The House That Built Me (child love)

OK Go: I Won't Let You Down (familial/platonic)

Phil Collins: You'll Be in My Heart (parental love)

Phillip Phillips: Gone Gone Gone (familial/platonic)

Phillip Phillips: Home (familial/platonic)

Porter Robinson: Shelter (child love)

Queen: You’re My Best Friend (familial/platonic)

Rachel Platten: Better Place (familial/platonic)

Rachel Platten: Stand by You (familial/platonic)

Randy Newman: You've Got a Friend in Me (familial/platonic)

Regina Spektor: The Call (familial/platonic)

Rod Stewart: Forever Young (parental love)

Sarah Mclachlan: I Will Remember You (romantic video, lyrics can tweak platonic)

Savage Garden: I Knew I Loved You (romantic video, lyrics can tweak platonic)

Shania Twain: Forever and Always (romantic video, lyrics can tweak platonic)

Sick Puppies: All the Same (romantic video, lyrics can tweak platonic)

Sting: Fields of Gold (lyrics can tweak platonic)

Swedish House Mafia: Don't You Worry Child (child love, parental love)

Taylor Swift: marjorie (grandchild love)

Taylor Swift: Safe and Sound (familial/platonic)

Vienna Teng: Lullaby for a Stormy Night (parental love)

Will Smith: Just the Two of Us (parental love)

[cowgurrrl]

Rockstar Joel getting one of the girls or his son to play an instrument with him up on stage ❤️

It’s a hometown show, specifically ACL. Joel used to work security every time ACL rolled around because it was good money and he could listen to music when he was younger and he’s so excited to play even if it is a brutal Texas summer. The sun has started to hide behind the Austin skyscrapers when he gets up to the mic, applause and cheers echoing around him. He pulls his ear piece out and smiles as the noise dies down. “That’s what I’m fuckin’ talking about, Austin,” he says, and the crowd cheers again. “I love Texas and I love playin’ ACL but there’s two people who might love it a little more than I do. I’m very lucky to have them in my life and I’ve got no idea how they got as cool as they did knowing their old man, but I wanted to invite them on stage with me for a very special song,” he turns to his left and meets your eyes as you, Ellie, and Sarah stand there. “Girls, would you come on out here with me?” He asks and Sarah and Ellie take that as their cue to come into view.

You cheer them on along with thousands of other people as Joel wraps them in big hugs and kisses each of their foreheads. He pulls two stools up for them and hands Sarah his favorite guitar, asking them if they’re both comfortable before coming back to the mic. “Ladies and gentlemen, Ellie and Sarah Miller.” He announces as he unhooks the microphone and moves to stand next to them. Sarah begins strumming the melody of Ain’t No Sunshine by Bill Withers. It was always one of Joel’s favorites and you have no doubt that the girls grew up listening to it.

With Sarah softly strumming, her, Ellie, and Joel start a three-part harmony, singing the lyrics like it’s something brand new. The crowd is dead silent as they listen to them work together to create something otherworldly. The deep timber of Joel’s voice is balanced out perfectly with Sarah’s soprano and Ellie’s riveting alto. It’s beautiful and heartfelt and your eyes fill with tears as you watch them. At one point, Joel stops singing and just sits there to listen to his girls. He tries to join back in for the last few lines but his voice catches in his throat and tears shine in his eyes. He’s just so damn proud and the crowd can feel that pride too. Once Sarah finishes strumming, the ground seems to shake with thunderous applause, but Joel couldn’t care less. He’s looking at his girls and they’re looking at him with big smiles on their faces and he thinks that even if he had none of this— the career, the fans, the fame— that he would still think himself successful because of his beautiful girls.

[sixpossumsinatrenchcoat]

Talking to Ghosts (5/5)

A post-game Omori epilogue exploring how each member of the gang would adjust in the wake of the true end. This time, it's Basil's turn.

It’s Karaoke Night at the Faraway County psych ward. 

‘Night’ is relative. Karaoke Night is 4 pm on Tuesdays. And it’s mandatory. Basil knows, because every Tuesday, he begs the doctors to leave him out of it. He’s too tired, or too sad. Or too dangerous. He could be a risk to the other kids. Just let him stay in his room. Please, please, please let him stay in his room, just this once, just for tonight. No one will know. He’s tone-deaf. He has an anxiety disorder, he has a permission slip and everything. The new meds made him lightheaded and he’s afraid he’s going to fall. 

But Group Activity is mandatory. No exceptions. Not even for Laurie, who can only store new memories for four minutes at a time, and who sometimes jerks upright halfway through a song to bang on the walls and scream for someone to let her out. Definitely not for Basil, who doesn’t have it in him to make a scene. (Not even at the scene of the crime. Even with his shears buried in the wet mush of Sunny’s eye, Basil never screamed. He never shouted. He only ever whispered. Please, Sunny, please don’t fight. I’m trying to help you. Please let me help you. This is the only way.)

Participation is mandatory, too. You have to go up in front of the other kids and pick a song and then sing it, in front of everyone. With the lyrics scrolling down the staticky screen and eighteen other underage psychos staring staring staring. The only thing you get to choose is your song. 

It takes a few tries, but Basil finds the shortest song on the list. It’s ‘Ain’t No Sunshine,’ by Bill Withers. Two minutes and four seconds. And the vocal range isn’t too wide. And it’s, um, ironic. Because of Sunny. And how he went away. And how everything good went with him. 

"And I know," Basil is mandatorily, non-optionally required to sing. "I know, I know, I know, I know." 

He can’t sing loud enough to drown out the voices. He can still hear the other patients whispering. Weird. Unwanted. Did you hear what he did to his—

You might think it would be easier, being here. More structured. Less… complicated. Without all the excruciating intricacies of high school. But even in the psych ward, there are castes. In-groups and out-groups. Once there are teams, someone has to get picked last. 

The Voluntaries are here on purpose. They checked themselves in, or were checked in by loved ones that actually loved them. They’re here because they couldn’t take care of themselves, but they’d like to. Or because they wanted to die, but they’re open to the idea that they won’t always want that. They get patio access by default, and only get it revoked if they find some inventive new way to use flat gray concrete to hurt themselves. 

The Involuntaries do not want to be here. They hurt someone, or tried to. Or they don’t even know where ‘here’ is. Or they wanted to die, but they know in their bones that they never won’t. 

Basil is here voluntarily. He could have k-killed Sunny. Even if Sunny really refuses to press charges (which is completely insane, after what happened)... Where else would Basil even go? Back to school, where everyone knows what he did? Home, to sleep in a room stained red with Sunny’s blood? No. No, thank you. Basil is here because he wants to be. 

…But he’s the only one who’s here for a violent crime, so he gets shunted in with the Involuntaries anyway. 

###

Basil sleeps alone.

Not everyone gets their own room. The other kids have to share. Probably because the other kids didn’t try to kill their best friend. Everyone here is broken, but not all of them are dangerous. Not like Basil. 

(Everyone knows that Basil is dangerous.)

The other kids are jealous. They haven’t said so, but Basil can tell. He can see it in their faces, their cold flat mouths and hating eyes. Why should he get his own penthouse suite when the rest of us are crammed in like termites? Why should he get rewarded for being worse? But it isn’t a reward to Basil. Basil hates being alone. 

(Basil has always, always, always been alone.)

###

In the psych ward, Basil’s schedule looks like this: 

8 AM. Wake up. The nurses hand out your meds. They make you say “ahh” so they can check under your tongue.

8:10 AM. Hygiene. The nurse walks you to the shower, if you want to shower. 

8:30-11 AM. Sit in your room and wish you were dead. 

11 AM. Arts and crafts. The Voluntaries are allowed to take pencils and papers back to their room to draw or write or journal.

12 PM. Lunch. Lunch comes in a flat white tray. It’s gray mush, white mush, and green mush. The nurses say the green mush used to be vegetables, but Basil knows a thing or two about vegetables. Let’s just say he’s not convinced. 

12:30-2 PM. Sit in your room and wish you were dead. The Voluntaries get patio privileges for this part. Basil wouldn’t know, because he hasn’t earned patio privileges.

2 PM. Group therapy.

4 PM. Group activity. (This is the worst part.) 

6 PM. Dinner. Like lunch, except at night. 

6:30 PM. Basil gets his private session with the shrink. It’s supposed to be therapy, but Basil is pretty sure they’re just checking to see how dangerous he is. Not that it would matter if it was therapy. It can’t do Basil any good, because Basil can’t tell anyone why he’s really here.

7:30-8:30 PM. Sit in your room and wish you were dead.

8:30 PM. Lights out. The nurses make you take your meds. They come by every 15 minutes all night to turn on the lights and make sure you didn’t kill yourself with, Basil isn’t sure, maybe the sheets or something? Or just by holding your breath? Basil isn’t sure. 

Then you do it again and again and again and again and agai—

###

After they hand out your meds, the nurses check under your tongue to make sure you really took them. Basil always takes them. Why wouldn’t he? Not being on drugs obviously wasn’t working. Might as well try something new. 

The pills don’t always feel the same. They do different things on different days. They’re different pills, probably. Different colors and sizes and shapes. The doctors are searching for the perfect cocktail, the right ratio of the right chemicals to make it so Basil can’t gouge out any more eyes, but can still get out of bed without falling down. 

Probably if he asked, they’d tell him what they’re giving him. Basil wouldn’t know. He’s never asked. It doesn’t feel very important. And anyway, even if he did get an answer, drug names are basically just noise. Like made-up jargon from a pulpy sci fi novel. Hydraximantus. Fluoroprazodone. 'Hit the warp drive, Venlaxodon. We’ve got to make it through the Fluoxetine system before daybreak.' 'But Captain! The Chlorpromazines barricaded the Ziprasidone wayport!' 'Get ahold of yourself, man! I’ve routed the sub-thrusters through the Olanzapine Engine. Those filthy Sertralines won’t know what hit ‘em.' 

Sometimes the pills make Basil feel heavy and slow, and sometimes they make his heart race like a cornered rabbit. Sometimes he feels both ways at once! That’s always interesting. Like Basil is two different people fighting over one body. Or like quantum superposition. Schrodinger’s psycho. Until you've cracked open his skull and looked inside, the subject can be considered simultaneously psychotic and dangerously sane. Is Basil dead inside, or still alive? There’s only one way to find out. 

Today, the drugs make time all smeary-slow. The seconds stretch and snap like melting cheese. The tick-tick-tick of the clock on the wall becomes tick… t i c k …  .  .   t  i  c   k   .  .   .   .   as time dilates around you. Then all at once, the universe seems to realize its mistake and the clock has to race to catch up, tickticktickticktickticktick. Breaths sharp and shallow. Fingers fussing, fussing, fidgeting. Pulse tripping skipping stumbling. 

It doesn’t really bother him, but it does make it a little hard to write. The tip of Basil’s pencil keeps getting snagged on two seconds ago and then shooting way past the mark. 

Normally, that would be fine. Writing is like taking pictures: it's just another way of holding onto something that was never going to last. Imposing permanence on something as fleeting as a moment. And it’s not as though there's anything here that Basil wants to keep. 

…But the doctor gave him homework to finish before their next session, and Basil is only allowed to use a pencil under supervision, during Arts and Crafts. So he really has to do this now.

The other kids only get one-on-ones once a week. But not Basil. Basil meets with the psychiatrist every day. This is another of his privileges. More special treatment to set him apart from the herd.

Basil hates his private sessions. Not because he doesn’t need help—because, ha ha, wow, Basil very definitely needs help—but because the doctor can’t actually help him. Because Basil can’t tell anyone why he’s actually here. What happened to send him sliding so far off the deep end. Who he was trying to protect.

(Sunny will never have to get checked into a psych ward, because Basil will never, ever tell.)

This week, Basil’s homework is writing letters. 

Not to send, obviously. Who would open a letter from Basil? No, it’s just another pointless exercise. Just another way to take the time in front of you and put it behind you. 

The doctor says that Basil’s letters are private, for Basil’s eyes only. But Basil can’t afford to believe that. If it was only his future at stake, it would be one thing. But he can’t take that chance on Sunny’s.

He focuses on the tip of the pencil and tries to move his hand so slow that, even if he slips out of sync with time, the lines won’t get too scribbly.

Dear Kel. Sorry. I bet I really scared you. I know how you feel about Sunny—

—Stop. Wrong. Three sentences deep and he’s already fucked this up. Basil isn’t not supposed to know how Kel feels about Sunny. Kel probably doesn’t even know how he feels about Sunny. He scribbles it out and starts over.

Dear Kel. Are you having fun at school? You always have so much fun. I was always jealous of how much fun you have. I guess I still am a little jealous. When everything is bad, I can’t not look at it. I can only sit in it until it swallows everything, and there’s nothing left in me that isn’t  bad. But when everything shattered you were fine. You were fine so fast!!! When we lost everything, you picked yourself up and found something else. You lost everyone and then you just—had a new everyone. Like it was easy. 

What is it like, for it to be that easy? What is it like to be someone people like? To have people like you so much that you can start over with nothing and still never have to be alone? 

Basil could never be like that. Basil used to have friends, but that was probably a fluke. A sort of statistical anomaly. Even though Basil is so weird and unnerving and wrong, and even though he could never figure out how to act like a normal person, Aubrey still found him and brought him to the others. And then, for a little while, Basil didn’t have to be alone. 

But that was only an illusion. A kind of magic spell that Mari cast. Then after Sunny k— After Mari went away, there was no one left to keep the magic going. The runes degraded. The circle lost its form. The illusion shattered to shards. 

Basil was never supposed to have friends, because no one ever taught him how to be one. Everyone hates Basil. Everyone always did. Even here, where everyone is supposed to be all messed up and wrong, the other kids can still see that Basil was made wrong. 

“What makes you think that?”

Basil blinks.

Time stretch-snaps into place around him. 

…Right. Right, his one-on-one with the psychiatrist. He gets private sessions every day, even though no one else does. “S-Sorry?”

“What makes you think that other kids don’t like you?”

Basil squints rheumily across the table. What kind of a stupid question is that? How did this doctor get all the way through doctor school without getting any less stupid? 

How does Basil know the other kids don’t like him? How could he not? It’s just obvious. It’s so obvious. Other kids never liked him. If the doctor can’t figure that much out, maybe she should be working in a different field. 

It’s not like Basil doesn’t know how he looks. He always knows. All the hours he’s spent hesitating, trembling, talking like a nineteenth-century fucking street urchin from a BBC miniseries… Basil knows. He says things like “goodness gracious” and he never knows what to do with his hands and it takes him a million years to say what a normal person could say in three words. His grandma used to say that he had an ‘old soul,’’ but that’s just what grownups call it when a kid can’t figure out how to be normal. 

Maybe if he was a little less self-aware, he could make it work for him. Like how Sunny is weird, but the kind of weird that makes him seem mysterious and interesting. Maybe if Basil could just shut up for two seconds of his life, he wouldn’t have to feel so embarrassed. If he has to be such a weird little freak all the time, the least he could do is keep it to himself. 

But he can’t keep his stupid mouth shut. Sometimes it feels like Basil’s spent half his life watching himself from the outside. Covering his eyes and cringing as his body stammers its way through the most awkward, totally-unnecessarily-long-winded pizza order of all time. “O-Oh, um, and as far as, um, parmesan, you really couldn’t overdo it; which is to say—um—if it costs more, or if it’s, um, a bother, there’s no need to go out of your way; but if it’s not an inconvenience…”

Meanwhile everyone else has finished their meal. Everyone else is halfway through the movie and Basil is still agonizing on the sidewalk, trying to remember how to buy a ticket. (‘One adult ticket?’ No, surely you don’t have to say ‘adult,’ that sounds insane. —Unless that’s what’s normal, and not-saying it would sound insane? Do you have to specify the showtime, or is it more polite to wait for them to ask? Or would that just be wasting their time?)

Why don’t other kids like Basil? Well, how much time do you have?

The doctor nods thoughtfully. “Hm. Yes. I can understand why you’d think that way. Reaching out to others, making yourself vulnerable… It’s scary, isn’t it? At least resignation feels safe. Certain. Giving up hope can bring you a lot of peace. But do you know what I think?”

Basil could take a guess. 

At the edge of his vision, he can see the doctor smile. “I think that, if you make up your mind about people without even trying to get to know them, you’ll be safe from rejection—but you’ll also miss out on a lot of potential friends. And I think that kind of loneliness might hurt even more.”

Basil has to stop himself from rolling his eyes. If the shrink knew anything about anything, she would know that being thrown away hurts a hundred times worse than being alone. Tennyson wrote that it’s better to have loved and lost than never to love at all, but that’s stupid. And wrong. It just makes it sound like Tennyson never had to get thrown away by someone he loved. It makes him sound spoiled. Sheltered. Pathetic. 

Not like Basil. Basil knows exactly how much it hurts to love and lose. 

Besides. Basil had a best friend once. That best friend is now missing 50% of his eyes. If giving up hope might keep other kids from the scars of Basil’s love, then that sounds like a mercy to Basil.

###

Today the meds let Basil see through his skin. When he holds his hand up to his face, he can see the lines of his palm start to squirm. His fingerprints swell and contract, swell and contract. Blue veins wriggling like centipedes. 

“Okay?” the nurse asks.

Basil stares. “Wh-What?”

“It’s a privilege,” she says sternly. “Not a right.”

Basil is beyond lost. “S-Sorry. Um. Wh–What is…?”

“Patio access?” She sounds exasperated. He’s trying her patience. What else is new. “If you take advantage of that privilege, you’ll lose access.”

Basil’s knuckles whiten. Oh. Patio access. But that’s— That’s only for the good patients. The Voluntaries. And the kids who earned it through good behavior. It isn’t supposed to be for someone like—

“D-Do I have to?” He can barely force the words out but it’ll only hurt more, the longer he waits.

“Ehh? Have to what?”

“D-Do I h-have to… u-um…” (shut up, shut UP, she HATES you, for god’s sake just STOP TALKING.) “Um. S-Sorry. Never mind. Thank you very much. I w-won’t take it for granted.”

###

Patio time is outside. After ten days staring at the same blank white walls, it’s almost unfathomable. 

It’s not like it’s some kind of Eden. It’s just a slab of gray concrete flanked by gray concrete walls. But overhead there are trees, living and breathing and sheltering the porch under generous boughs. There are birds streaking past in a flurry of feathers and song. There are clouds scudding by and breezes tickling the hair on your arms. And when Basil picks up a leaf, he can see through its skin, too. Its veins look just like his.

And patio time is supervised. Which means Basil is allowed to use a pencil. 

Today’s letter is to Hero. 

Dear Hero. 

… Dear Hero. I know you can’t ever forgive what happened but I hope one day you can understand that it was my fault, not S—

He scribbles it out. He can’t take that risk. He doesn’t want to do his homework wrong, but he can’t hurt Sunny any more than he already has. He can’t let anyone find out what they did. 

Basil starts over. 

Dear Hero. I know we I ruined everything. For everyone but especially for you. And I know you think that everyone thinks you’re okay now, but I always knew you weren’t. I guess I had some, um, experience, trying to be something I’m not. Trying all the time to be good, and—having it never be enough. 

Maybe I could have said something. Maybe if I’d said something, you wouldn’t have just… lost yourself, and sunk and sunk and drowned. Maybe if I’d said, Hero! I see you! I know you’re not okay! Then you could have shared it a little, and maybe it would have got a little less heavy. But I didn’t. I knew it was my fault and I didn’t do anything. Because you didn’t want anyone to see you like that, and—I guess I didn’t want anyone to see me, either. Not even you. 

…Maybe especially not you. 

I guess if anyone gets it, it’s you. You never let anyone see the real you, either. Mari would have—

Basil stops short. He doesn’t get to say that. It doesn’t matter that his letters are only ever going to end up in a landfill. It’s not his place to say what Mari would have wanted.

Before everything happened, Mari used to make Basil nervous. Not because she was mean, or anything like that. Just because she saw too much. She was sharp, like Sunny. But unlike Sunny, she could see the world through other people’s eyes. Like Sunny, she could tell if something felt off; but unlike Sunny, she could puzzle out how and the why. Empathy, not sympathy. 

—Which is all well and good for people who want to be seen and known. That’s probably why Hero loved her so much: because Mari was the only one who ever saw through his disguise. But Basil never wanted to be seen. For Basil, being seen could only ever be a threat. 

The psychiatrist frowns. “Do you think that, if your friends saw the ‘real’ you, they would reject you?” 

He almost laughs. Because, honestly… What kind of a stupid question is that? Of course they would. Basil isn’t like Hero, whose deepest, darkest secret is that he very occasionally has a mean thought. Basil’s deep dark secret is that he’s poison. He was made wrong, with a hungry hole where his heart was supposed to be. He’s ugly and anxious and awkward, and unwanted, and afraid. And he wants to be wanted so, so, so much more than he wants to be good. 

(Basil would do anything to be needed. He would do any number of vile, disgusting, unforgivable things.)

“I’ll tell you what I think,” the doctor says confidentially. “I think that, if you shared some of those feelings with the people who love you, they would only love you more. I think that flaws are deeply human. And that a real, flawed person is far more lovable than someone who seems perfect.”

Basil chokes on a snort of laughter. Because…. Sure. Great. Ve~ry helpful. It might even be true, if his biggest flaw was, say, a lisp, or a videogame addiction. But it isn’t. It’s his whole personality. Basil is the flaw.

###

Today the meds make Basil feel afraid. 

His pulse skips and skitters. His veins fizz with flight-or-flight. Heart in his throat. Sparks on his tongue. Jumping at shadows and slithering down the halls with his back pressed to the wall. When another kid shoulders past him on the way to group therapy, Basil almost swallows his own tongue. 

Honestly? It’s fine. 

Basil has always lived with fear. Fear feels comfortable. Familiar. Like a childhood friend that you hate. A roommate who pisses in the sink and never does the dishes and clogs the shower drain with spit and hair and blood, and sleepwalks, and sleep-talks, and wakes you up every night when they crawl into your bed and scream. 

Today’s letter is to Aubrey.  

Dear Aubrey,

How did you learn to be so brave? I always wondered about that.  

Because when, say, Kel was brave, it was enviable, but not confusing. It was only because Kel had never known any reason not to be. Kel was loved from the day he was born. He never had to learn how it felt to be thrown away, so he didn’t have any reason to fear it. 

But Aubrey was like Basil. She was alone until she wasn’t. She could see how fragile everything was, even—no—especially the things that looked rock-solid. She knew exactly what she had to lose. And still she was so brave! She said exactly what she thought and thought exactly what she felt. She wasn’t spoiled or sheltered or stupid. She was just true. 

Being with you, Basil writes, and hesitates. He chews the end of his pencil. When I was with you… I think those might have been the only times I ever didn’t feel afraid. Even after everything went wrong, and you hated me, and wanted me dead… You still made me feel braver. Because I was more afraid than ever, except when I was with you. 

He’s a little surprised to find that it’s true. Basil is afraid of a lot of things, but he was never scared of Aubrey. Aubrey is just so real. Tangible. Grounded. She always sees exactly what’s there. Even her threats made him feel safe. Bad, but safe. Like stubbing your toe, or getting a flu shot. Aubrey always made him feel more real. 

I knew you wouldn’t hurt me, he scrawls. You were the one—the ONLY one—who never looked away. Even when you looked at me with disgust, you still looked. You’re the only one who never tried to look away. I was the one who ran. 

In the end, it was just another game of chicken. Which means the outcome was set from the start. Basil always flinches first. 

I guess I was probably using you, a little, he writes dreamily. Because I knew what I deserved, but I was too scared to do it. You were the only one I could trust. Steady, stalwart Aubrey. I would have liked to be killed by you, I think. At least then I wouldn’t have to be afraid. 

“You know,” the doctor says thoughtfully, “fear isn’t always a bad thing.”

Basil snorts. 

“Really! Of course it often feels bad. But it’s an instinct, like any other. It’s how your body keeps you safe.”

And oh, ha ha, what a nice idea. What a charming notion. It’s probably even true, for other people. But not Basil. Every wrong thing he ever did was because he was afraid. 

“Hm,” the doctor says thoughtfully. She taps the end of her pencil against the desk, like Mari used to. “Here. Let me show you.” 

She reaches out and pushes on his shoulders, hard enough to knock the chair out from under him. Basil opens his mouth to scream and chokes on muddy water. Black. Viscous. Slick and unsettlingly warm against his skin. He can see something swaying above him, thick boughs and dry leaves and a long black stripe of knotted rope. And something else. An absence. There’s something missing, something that should be there but isn’t. He can see it in the space it should have filled, like a hole in the dark. Like a mirror that can see inside him. Empty. Empty. Empty. 

The thing he can’t see floods him with fear. Bloody, blinding terror. Basil thrashes and flails but he can’t move. He can’t move. His limbs are bound with ribbons of black hair, heavy wet like cold black rope. Water rising past his chin. The stink of wet dog, piss and mud and copper. Cold hands squeezing at his ankles, his wrists. His throat. If he could look around he would see her. 

Footsteps. Coming closer. Basil struggles but the thing he can’t see holds him fast. She won’t let him go. Not after what he did. 

Through the fog of his terror he can barely make out the outline of Sunny. Not Sunny as he is now but Basil’s Sunny, from before everything went wrong. Small, pale, snide. Utterly assured. Bulbous head brimming with ideas.  

“S-Sunny,” Basil gasps. “I’m scared. H-Help me, Sunny, I’m so afraid. I’m so afraid. Please.” 

Sunny reaches out and in that moment Basil knows, he knows that Sunny isn’t here to help. Sunny’s eyes are cold. He isn’t angry, he’s revolted. He doesn’t care if Basil lives or dies. But even so, it’s Sunny. Basil’s best friend in the whole world. Basil can’t help himself. He reaches back with both hands. Clasps Sunny’s hands in his. Tries his best to smile as Sunny holds him under.

—Basil wakes up gasping. Stuffs a hand in his mouth to stifle the scream. Not that he’d be the first. Half his neighbors wake up screaming. Day and night, you can always hear Laurie banging on the door and shouting herself hoarse. Help, someone, anyone! Help!! I’ve been kidnapped!! I don’t know where I am, please, let me out! Let me OUT!!! You can’t keep me here forever!!!!

That’s the difference between her and Basil. Laurie still has somewhere else she’d rather be.

Keep reading Basil's post-game here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43929270/chapters/124036630

Or start from the top: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43929270/chapters/110454879

[actuallyitsstar]

1, 2, 3, 13, 16, and 26 for music asks?

✨ send me a number & i'll answer w/ a song + my fav. lyrics! ✨

a song you like with a color in the title

there just has to be a fob song in here doesn't there! it has pretty lyrics and melodies and i just think it's neat <3

jet pack blues // fall out boy

she's in a long black coat tonight waiting for me in the downpour outside she's singing baby come home in a melody of tears while the rhythm of the rain keeps time

2. a song you like with a number in the title

this in my top five from marina's debut album!

seventeen // marina

i never fell down like a princess i used to kid myself in distress that it was just how things were meant to be seventeen, seventeen

3. a song that reminds you of summertime

the summer after my partner and i met we went halvsies on a season pass to a nearby amusement park and went like every weekend. it was a hot, sticky summer, and it seemed that in the queue line for every single coaster, the tvs that played songs and stuff were always playing this song. it's the only thing i can think about when i hear it.

bellyache // billie eilish

everything i do, the way i wear my noose like a necklace i wanna make 'em scared, like i could be anywhere like i'm reckless

13. one of your favorite 80s songs

i grew up listening to a lot of 70s and 80s music due to the age of my parents, and styx was a big household favorite. they have a lot of songs i like but this one is a weird deepcut that i've always rly liked and also, it's just relatable, lol.

just get through this night // styx

i could be a novelist, tell secrets never heard pour my soul into each and every sentence but i just can't find the words still i know that you're out there, and you can relate to it all and i could bear this cold and stormy winter if i could just get through this fall

16. one of your favorite classical songs

i'll be honest i'm a basic bitch for this but it's pretty. it's also used to haunting effect in the soundtrack of the mentalist, i think in season 3?

prelude in c major as performed by sébastien ridé, by j.s. bach

26. a song that makes you want to fall in love

as a known aromantic i'm not exactly the biggest proponent of on-the-nose love songs but this is an atmospheric one that i've always liked (tho i know it's overplayed, especially recently on tik tok).

just the two of us // grover washington jr. ft. bill withers

i hear the crystal raindrops fall on the window down the hall and it becomes the morning dew and darling, when the morning comes and i see the morning sun i want to be the one with you

[where-is-vivian]

MUSIC INTERVIEW

i was tagged by @canyouhearmyfear :) thanks!

RULES: Put your playlist on shuffle. For each of the 10 interview questions, select a lyric from the random song that comes up (skip if there aren’t any lyrics and make sure to drop the name of the song in your interview answer).

1. First off, how would you describe yourself in one sentence?

You say you want a good time / Well, here I am, baby | That's What I like by Bruno Mars

2. What kind of [Leo] are you?

You left your diary at my house / And I read those pages, do you really love me, baby? | Wait a Minute! by Willow

3. You’re visiting your favorite spot, what are you thinking about?

Vibes so real that you can feel it in the air | Harleys in Hawaii by Katy Perry

4. If your life was a movie, what do you think the first review would say about it?

The feeling won't let me sleep | One Kiss by Dua Lipa

5. Say you get a book deal, what are you titling your memoir?

"Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Tell me, is it worth it?" | Line Without a Hook by Rick Montgomery

6. What would you say about your best friends?

Woo hoo | Don't Go Breaking My Heart by Elton John, Kiki Dee

7. Think back to when you had everything all figured out in high school, what was your life motto as a teenager?

I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things // Set my alarm, turn on my charm (the whole song basically) | Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen

8. Describe your aesthetic now:

So put your rose-colored glasses on / And party on (woo) / Turn it up, it's your favorite song | Chained to the Rhythm by Katy Perry

9. What’s a lyric that they’ll quote in your eulogy?

I'm still standing | I'm Still Standing by Elton John

10. And for our final question, say we believe in soulmates, what do you think their first impression of meeting you will be?

And darling when the morning comes / And I see the morning sun / I wanna be the one with you | Just the Two of Us by Bill Withers, Grover Washington Jr.

tagging (no pressure!): @ringaroundtherosier @murderoushagthesequel @not-rab @yesnoidkiguess @underburningstars

[subwaysurf45]

The Music Game!

look at me being more active and gettin’ all personal...

Rules: Shuffle your “On Repeat” playlist from Spotify/Music service of your choice and post the first 10 tracks. 

Special shoutout to @desert-fern​ for tagging me, my ‘bi as fuck’ twin!

I, unfortuanetly, have the tech skills of an old grandma and can’t figure out how to link spotify all nicely in my post so you’ll have to do a little digging if you’re interested

Tom’s Diner - AnnenMakKantereit & Giant Rocks 

I remember vividly sitting in the back of my friend’s car as she drove me and few of my friends home while we were super drunk (she was the DD). The Aux was being passed around and I played this but didn’t realize until I sobered up the next day that I had apparently killed the mood!

Iron Man - Black Sabbath

what can I say, I love a good air gutair. Knowing all the words, the gutair solo, the drum solo is a party trick that has gotten a lot of attention. 

Just the Two of Us - Grover Washington, Jr & Bill Withers

I typically play this song if I’m driving with my mom because it is normally the two of us. I also find the middle of the song when it’s just intramental is really calming, I’ll forget I’m listening to it until his voice comes back at the end all smooth. 

Talk 2 Me - Montell Fish

this song got popular on tiktok but I also saw this guy live when he came to Toronto because I had gotten into his other music, I love the gutair and how it builds as well as the random cut offs. the entire song seems like it was recored in the bathroom which makes it that much better. 

Electric Feel - MGMT 

this song is the definition of working at a summer camp. it played all the time and I had it added to all my playlists, it was cool to work with kids and introduce them to your music and influence their taste, lots of kids loved this song. 

Good Old-Fassioned Lover Boy - Queen

I absolutely love Queen and the way this song moves up and down in my head, I feel like there are no bad Queen songs. It’s always a safe bet on aux as well as just hanging out, I absolutely love their music. 

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough - Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell 

this song is also very summer camp. I remember this playing on a bus trip to a tournament when I was in high school, there was a few of us that sang a long and manged to improvise the harmony and who sang what part, I miss those trips with my team and screaming the classics. 

Somebody’s Watching Me - Rockwell 

I fucking love this song, I listen to it all the time in the fall when it’s spooky season. I wonder who’s watching me now (who?) the IRS? is a banger of a lyric. 

Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons

this. fucking. song. i remember when I came back to this song when I was much older because this is the music tied to my childhood in a way, I was always listening to my dad’s music and this was definetly on his playlist. When I had came across it later there was a wave of calmness and memories of growing up, I hold this song close to my heart. 

Dreams - Fleetwood Mac

ughhhhh this song is so chef’s kiss. I love fleetwood mac and am honestly suprised it hasn’t shown up before on this list. I’ve spent evenings dancing around my kitchen with friends as we pretended to be hippy’s, there’s always something so peace and love about fleetwood mac that brings me back to center and calmness when I listen to it. 

Again, thank you for the tag and if anyone wants to tag along go ahead and share your music, I’m not going to tag anyone specific because I want everyone to express their love of music!

[charlottecolas]

gunshots

Gunshot samples, or gunshot sounds, to say it simply, are not uncommon in songs, particularly in popular music. They can be used for different reasons, and for different purposes. I want to briefly discuss this phenomenon by making a few necessary clarifications first.

I will note two things. One, this is not a “new” phenomenon, neither is it specific to popular music. As we saw in class, sounds of battles could be captured with drums, suggesting gunfire but this desire to include gunshots in music also occurred in classical music productions with canons shooting as the opening. Another thing to note is that I am not talking here of gunshot sounds mimicked and reproduced by singing, such as can be heard in Sinatra’s famous Bang Bang, but of real gunshot samples heard in songs. 

Something that might be agreed upon is the powerful impact a gunshot sound will almost always necessarily have (whether heard in a song, but anywhere else too for that matters). Guns, today, and throughout time, are not an easy thing to remain indifferent to, as the concern for violence it necessarily implies, is one shared by society in general and as in the collective consciousness, gunshots will automatically be linked to death. For that reason, gunshots can be regularly used in songs, and can serve different purposes too. Most generally, such samples will serve to the dramatization and imagery/illustration of the song. A way to put the song at another level of reality, for whatever purpose that might be. (Some good examples I like: Better Off Dead by Bill Withers, Russian Roulette by Rihanna or Don’t Need a Gun by Billy Idol and many songs by Kendrick Lamar).

But most often as well, this need for a stronger sense of reality for the song is of course tied to a social purpose, a commentary. The choice to feature a gunshot is never accidental. Most often it relates in one way or another to the story that is being told, and which therefore is not only very somber but also deeply charged with meaning (as is the case, for example, with the songs mentioned above). Of course, another aspect of what has become a particular musical device is the political. For many songs, gunshots will be featured in songs denouncing violence, and in many others, gunshots samples will carry a political message such as can be found in songs aiming for gun control in the US. Here the political context for which gun discussions is a central point, will give a whole new dimension to these gunshot samples. 

Some of the resulting effects, and that relate to the audience, of this use of gunshot samples in music, I believe are tied to popular music. We might argue that with mainstream music and a ‘dubbing down’ of audiences, who do not listen to lyrics anymore, this might be a way to ensure that the social-political meaning of the song does not get lost when reaching the audience as it is much harder not to pay attention to a gunshot in a song as it might be to its lyrics. 

A question that some might raise too is linked to the desensitization that might result caused by the mainstream. Of course, that’s a long and on-going debate that takes place in a larger discussion which is not just about music. 

And finally, another interesting phenomon is the potential negative reaction of the audience due to these sounds that can be shocking. An example could be the time when Eminem came under fire for using gunshot sounding-like-sounds during a concert which caused panic among the fans (although his team denied the sounds to have been gunshots, but a “loud boom” effect commonly used in concerts). Another example is a comment I read on Reddit when looking into what people’s opinion might be on gunshots in songs and which I thought was interesting. 

source: https://edition.cnn.com/2018/06/11/entertainment/eminem-sound-effects-bonnaroo/index.html

[mr-arcturus]

peppermint— what song lyric describes your love life right now?

[myremains]

It’s been a long time I’ve been a fan of Theory of a Deadman, since 2008 when they dropped Scars & Souvenirs. They’ve now on album number 8, that’s so crazy I’m getting so old. The sound is definitely a lot more matured here, title track “Dinosaur” and “Medusa (Stone)” are really smooth and slick tracks with a touch of an ominous feel, and lyrically they’re a lot more serious and deeper than we’re used to. “Two Of Us (Stuck)” is the classic track “Just The Two Of Us” by Bill Withers and Grover Washington Jr but with a modern twist and make over, its gorgeous on the face of it that’s an ambitious task to take on but its got a subtle steady groove, its definitely been infused full of the Theory of a Deadman flavour. “Summer Song” a song about a girl that has that angst they’ve always been good at but with less juvenile slurs and insults, I’m quite impressed. “Hearts Too Wild” is undeniably gorgeous, bit of a country edge in there and Tyler’s vocals are on top form, they’ve never struggled to produce really high quality ballads so this is just another one to add to the collection. Don’t get me wrong I’ve very much enjoyed what’s going on here but I kind of miss the immaturity a little bit, nothing like belting out “Hate My Life” or “The Truth is… (I Lied About Everything)” because it was so much fun. Having said that this is definitely a big bold statement reminding everyone that they’re not just the “funny guys”, they have an abundance of talent and know their way around the rock music genre, something I’ve been reminded of with this album.

[8/10]

[freecave]

Big l put it on lg remix genius

Start Mondays with the thought that something great is going to happen today! Share these quotes with a work colleague to inspire and encourage them this Monday. David and music by award-winning composer Gary Malkin set to still images in 2007. My girls smiling like it’s gonna be a good. Death come and take us at our last stand, we won't go down without a fight. Inspirational Lyrics: "Yeah when I get where I'm going, there'll be only happy tears.Black Eyed Peas – I Gotta Feeling I gotta feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night That tonight’s gonna be a good night That tonight’s gonna be a good good night Tonight’s the night night Let’s live it up I got my money Let’s spend it up Go out and smash it Like Oh My God Jump off that sofa Let’s get get off I know that we’ll have a ball If we get down And go out And just.Good morning my friend! You’ve got one more day to rise and shine. So today is gonna be a good day, Today has got to be a good day, Today is gonna be a good day, Good day, good day, good day, good day. Today is going to be a good day and here’s why! We are OBSESSED with musical theatre legend Ben Platt singing our theme tune on The Late Late Show with James Corden. Take a few minutes off to think how the problem can be solved. – “Good morning friends! I asked God for this day to be great day for all of you. The conversation will typically look something like this: Mr. I will go through this day with my head held high, and a happy heart. Konichi wa, konichi wa we like to say konichi wa each Happy day before we play we like to say, konichi wa. Every failure that I learn from is a step toward real success. when I worship His name, I thank Him for the sacrifice of praise. If you only have a quick second to text your girlfriend when you're working or out for the day but you still want to make your girl smile, writing a sweet text as simple as "I hope your day is going well" or "hope that your day is going well, babe" can mean a lot to someone and will almost certainly make your girl smile.Fun fact: Singer Bill Withers sustains a note at the end that is 18 seconds long, one of the Goal: Get them excited about your day together with a peppy good morning text that hints at flirty things to come.9 Songs To Listen To When You're Having A Good Day.These were written by Lee Russell who wrote "No Two Ways About It" and "In His Own Quiet Way". I'm so glad you're here, I'm so glad you're here. God's been so good to me, everyday He's blessing me. If you answer the question and ask about her day, she’s going to answer and expand on it a bit too.Lyrics: Hello good morning, hello good morning.I just had a good day A good day yeah F****** with the same thing The same thing yeah Don’t care what you say What you say yeah yeah Cause i just had. Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me. It’s the perfect morning tune to put yourself in a I’m-going-to-kick-today’s-ass type mood.Even then, his day-ins and day-outs continue every Sunday to go see her, all just to have a nice day.My Spirit Lives On - in memory of Crazy Horse and the Great Spirit of There are 60 lyrics related to Today Is Gonna Be A Good Day. Good day sunshine This song is from the 1966 The Beatles album called Revolver.Most Feel-Good Lyrics: "This is just a journey, drop your worries / You are gonna turn out fine / Oh, you turn out fine / Fine, oh, you turn out fine / But you gotta keep your head up, oh oh / And you can let your hair down, eh eh".

It can help to lift their spirits and boost confidence. So make every minute count to one, jump in and cease the day, And let's make sure that in every single possible way. A linguist weighs in on the history of these terms. The song is composed in a fast, loud rock styling, but was originally written as a slow song with a light chorus, based on classic Disney songs. But there's some sort of shadow over her head that Alex may not be able to charm his way past. List contains Today is gonna be a good day song lyrics of older one songs and hot new releases. You can repeat the first line of the song for a single line or just go through all ten numbers. It’s A Great Day To Be Alive – Travis Tritt.

“I had such a good time the other day, I wish every day was like that.

Music is one of the most powerful tools to be inspired, the feelings you get from rhythm and melody are indescribable Nothing can stop me from having an amazing day.

[meganlpie]

His Sunshine

I joined @caplanbuckybarnes​ #cappysdecadeschallenge! I chose the prompt “Ain’t No Sunshine” by Bill Withers. 

*I do NOT own any Marvel characters.* You can find the original song by Bill Withers here

Word count: 733

Warnings: Angst. Like...pure angst. Mentions of an attack, violence, death, and rage. No song lyrics (see a/n at the end). Slight AU??

Pairings: Loki x reader, mentions of Thor and Frigga

The only thing keeping Loki sane during his imprisonment were his memories of you. He would remember how you met, how you became friends and, most importantly, how you fell in love. Love wasn't something Loki felt like he'd wanted or needed until he met you. You had come into his life like a whirlwind and turned it upside down. Even when he tried to take over Midgard, you stood by him. Whenever you were with him, Loki knew there was hope, warmth, and love. You were his sunshine and his home.

         When Loki was first placed in his cell, you would visit him often. Though Odin had forbidden it, you had managed to sneak in multiple times using magic Loki himself had taught you. The two of you spent many hours talking at length or wrapped in each others' embrace. And when you left each time, Loki would feel the emptiness in his heart creep back until you flashed him that beautiful smile of yours, promising to return the next night.

         Soon though, your visits grew more infrequent. Odin had apparently caught you sneaking in against his orders. Now, you had to be more careful which meant longer spans of time between visits.  If Odin caught you again, he would banish you. Loki understood that and he didn't want to lose one of his few connections to the outside world. He didn't want to lose you entirely. If only he had known.

         Loki was sitting in his cell reading when he heard the commotion above. With furrowed brows, Loki closed his book and stood. The other prisoners were restless as well, but the guards relayed no information. At least not until it was too late. After what seemed like hours, the noises died down and the guards parted to let Frigga and Thor through. Both wore solemn expressions and both looked worse for wear.

         "Mother. Brother," Loki greeted with his hands behind his back, "Why so glum? Has Odin finally decided to release me from this prison? I do so long to see the sunshine again. As well as my dear friend Y/N." Frigga and Thor looked at each other then back at Loki. "Loki…my son," Frigga began, but cut off. For once, she was at a loss for words. It was unlike her and Loki's brow furrowed in confusion.

         "The attack," Thor stated, "...Y/N did not survive." Loki merely stared for a moment as his brain tried to process what Thor had just told him. Thor was your friend too. He would not lie and he looked just as broken as Loki was beginning to feel.

         "I am so sorry, Loki," Frigga told him softly, "Y/N gave their life to save mine." Loki's hands dropped to his side and his fists clenched. "Leave me." Frigga, knowing her son's temper, left immediately. Thor remained. "Lo-"

         "LEAVE ME! Have I not suffered enough?! Learning my entire life was a lie?! Rotting in this prison while the only person I loved had to sneak around to see me or risk banishment?! Now you have the audacity so come here and tell me that my Y/N, the love of my life, the only bright spot of my days, is gone! DEAD! Get out of my sight!" Finished with his tirade, Loki turned away as tears began to prick his eyes.

         As soon as Thor was gone, Loki broke. He picked up the nearest object and threw it. Tables and shelves were overturned, books were scattered across the floor, the bed was practically ripped apart, and Loki himself had lost all sense of composure.  He screamed, and raved, and ranted as tears fell unwanted down his cheeks. He was broken. Completely and utterly so. And he was angry.

         He was angry with Odin for locking him up and keeping the two of you apart. He was angry at Thor for telling him. He was angry at you for dying. Mostly though, Loki was furious with himself. He should never have let himself fall in love with you in the first place. And when he had, he should have done better by you. He should have done everything in his power to get out that cell and protect you. He had failed you and now? Now he would never see you again. He would never feel at home again. Loki Laufeyson would never have his sunshine again.

(a/n: I hope you like it! I am not actively writing for Marvel again. This was only for the challenge. I chose not to use the lyrics as they specifically reference feminine pronouns and I wanted this to be gender neutral.)

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