#PLAYLISTS

[dearlittlefandom-stalker]

New tag game!! Post a link to the playlist you are currently listening to and screenshot what's coming up next!

Playlist Name:

Whyyyyyy Not

@flickeringflame216 @starfayy @pensandsliverswords @reading-by-the-pale-moonlight @reneethegreatandpowerful @seeking-elsewhither @geminiagentgreen @thefinaljediknight @pepperonyscience @confetti-cat @donut-rambles @milksugarjams @parsnippety

[elrohirtheneurodivergent]

I gotta settle a debate between me and two of my siblings:

(I'm making an updated poll, cause I forgot that lots of people listen to entire albums)

[taylornation]

We have exactly a fortnight to go through the five stages of heartbreak before THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT arrives. 💔 Thankfully, Taylor and Apple Music made these playlists to prepare us.

Press play and let us know what stage you’re in. 🥲

[dappermouth]

Songs for a strange summer — a dog running in the field across the road, the hiss of insects rising up from the canal. Dream or memory.

[emahriel]

BG3 CAST'S PLAYLISTS (so far) Karlach (Samantha Béart)

Astarion (Neil Newbon)

Gale (Tim Downie)

Halsin (Dave Jones)

I made a spotify version of Halsin's playlist here:

Dammon (Frazer Blaxland) (thank you @dravenxivuk!)

The Emperor (Scott Joseph)

Shadowheart (Jennifer English) (thank you @silesianna!)

Jaheira (Tracy Wiles)

Lae'zel (Recommended by Devora Wilde, but playlist made by Kevin VanOrd who wrote Lae'zel)

Wyll (I don't know if Theo Solomon will ever make one, but Kevin VanOrd - who wrote Wyll - made one for him!)

PART 2 : HERE I reached the limit of 10 playlists in the original post

[abd-illustrates]

Are you gonna make the playlists for the heartless characters public? Or has that already happened and I just missed it

AH I haven't shared my character-specific Heartless playlists as some of the songs on them were SUCH specific picks that they risk being highly spoilery lol 😅

(For funsies tho I'm gonna put some of my non-spoilery-est top tracks for each character under the cut! 🎶)

HEARTLESS: Heartbeat – The Midnight

ALCHEMY: Transform – Julianne Hough (this was the very first track on Alchemy's playlist it is SO them)

FLINT: Change Your Heart Or Die – The Midnight

EIRA: In The Cold – Vincent Lima

DOPPEL+GLASS: Call Them Brothers – Regina Spektor (And "Still Here" from Treasure Planet, but especially the Alex Ubego version)

RIVER: Machine Learning – Janani K. Jha

CREED: Hunting Witches – Kyle Stibbs

LORELEI: Siren Song – Lambia (Also: Ado’s version of Unravel 😩👌)

DIANA: Hell’s Comin’ With Me – (the Chloe Breez cover in particular)

LANCE: Blood Upon The Snow – Hozier (Most of his playlist is the kind of metal and high energy tunes you might expect for him, so this one's a fun outlier :3c )

BANDY: HARLEQUIN! – Vana

DOCK: Eye For An Eye – 8 Graves

[madaqueue]

CRAWLING BACK TO YOU

playlists | 'do i wanna know' x hozier

pairing: satoru gojo x gn!reader

themes/content: angst. alcohol consumption, a not-great breakup, sometimes you don't have to say 'i love you' to know it. 18+ MDNI (wk: 1.5k)

a/n: maybe putting this man in a situation will get me out of my writer's block

“Hi, baby,” Satoru’s slurred voice crackles through the speaker, cold metal held to your ear.

At least through the shitty phone you refuse to upgrade, he can’t hear your sigh from the other end. “Where are you?”

“I’m not telling,” he sing-songs, ending with a hiccup he can’t quite stifle.

Not that his answer really matters, only half playing through the otherwise-silent bedroom. You’re already up, groggily pulling on sweatpants and palming for the shape of your keys, lit by the tiny screen blinking his name.

“Well, don’t go too far. I’m on my way.” You hang up before he can complain (not that he would - if you had stayed on the call for a second longer, you would have heard the contented sigh slipping from his lips, a quiet ‘thank you’ that his microphone might have missed).

The bar is sticky and hot, uncomfortable at any time, but especially at 1:30 a.m. when you should be at home under soft sheets and moonlight. Shedding your coat does little to fix the air clinging to your skin like a vice as your eyes scan past neon lights, parsing through the blaring music for something familiar. A flash of white across the room, and your steps fall in a straight line.

When you place your hand between his shoulder blades (gently, of course - you know he startles easily), he manages to pull his head from the haven of his elbows, a temporary shelter along the wooden countertop.

“You came.” His grin is wild and unruly, only half there, but his eyes pierce through you all the same. You’ve always felt too bare under them; you tug your jacket on.

“Let’s go, Satoru.”

He doesn’t protest as you loop one arm around his torso, and lets you pull him to his feet. It’s always a bit of a balancing act to get him through the door, his lanky limbs colliding with yours, his shoes heavier than the rest of his body. Drunken giggles tumble into your ear from where his head rests atop yours, watching you kick his ankles away to keep him upright.

“Were you born with two left feet or something?” you grumble to yourself, muffled by the screeching chatter encasing you.

“Don’t think so,” he says earnestly. With a slow glance downward, he hums. “Nope. Right and left.”

You scoff to hide the giggle that threatens to escape. You wish he wouldn’t do this, wouldn’t charm you and force a smile, wouldn’t make you ache with forgiveness.

The night air is cold and welcome, finally letting your lungs expand fully for the first time in what feels like days, in spite of Satoru’s crushing weight on your shoulders. Opening his door first, he falls into the seat, enveloped by the familiar cloth, and you fasten his seatbelt before stepping into the driver’s side. In the confined space of the car, the smell of alcohol lingers on his breath, slowly making its way towards you, and you sniffle. The engine hums as you drive, roads and turns you know better than the veins coursing below your skin, ones that tingle under a watchful gaze.

With a quick glance, you find Satoru’s eyes lazily fixed on your own.

“You’ve got a staring problem,” you state.

“Just admiring the view.”

The thrum of your pulse picks up. You resent it.

“I still love you, y’know.”

The leather covering of the steering wheel creaks below your tightening grip. “You can’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” If you didn’t know him so well, you’d think he was teasing, playing coy, pushing your buttons until he finds the one that makes you force him out along the highway. Unfortunately, you know it’s genuine.

“Because.” You exhale. “Because you broke up with me.”

A groan is muffled beneath his palm, rubbing into his skin as if he could wipe the words away. It was mutual, you told your friends, who took it well, your parents, who didn’t, as you tried to hide the familiar stinging in your eyes, as though you hadn’t just emerged from the bathroom where the water ran cold from scrubbing salt stains off your cheeks.

“It doesn’t make it any less true.” When he’s forced to hear the click of the turn signal too many times against the silence, he continues. “And I didn’t wanna break up with you.”

Ah, his favorite excuse. It makes you grimace at the bitter taste rising in the back of your throat. ‘I don’t want this either,’ he said as you screamed and cried in his arms, as he held you until the worst of the shaking was over. ‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.’

“Whatever,” you acquiesce (he’ll never shut up if you don’t give him something to cling to).

(He only feels sane when he hears your voice. The silence aches for it; it tears at him from the inside out. If his agony could sound like you, he’d suffer like this forever.)

Before he can beg for more, his door opens. You reach across his waist to undo the seatbelt and toss his arm over your shoulders again.

In his hazy mind, he wonders how many times you’ve done this - he never really remembers this part, so it makes it hard to count. But there’s a fluidity as you shuffle towards the garage, punching in a code he never dared to change, as you wait the three seconds for it to rise just above his head and maneuver him inside.

And of course he doesn’t have to guide you towards the bedroom (he has to call it that now, ‘the’ bedroom; he thinks you got upset with him for calling it ‘our’ bedroom once, but that’s foggy, too).

With a huff you toss him onto the bed, every muscle uncoordinated, too out of it to scramble for the shreds of his dignity. Instead, he watches silently as you untie his shoes, unlatch his belt, unbutton his shirt. Even in just his boxers he doesn’t feel bare, not under your eyes, ones too gentle to cut.

“There’s water on the bedside table, and I put some crackers there, too. Please eat them.”

“M’sorry.”

“What?” You try to ignore the way your throat burns, the way your legs can’t move.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep you safe.”

“Satoru, what-”

“That’s why.” When he finally removes the arm that had been shielding his face, those bright blue eyes are dull, clouded with tears. “That’s why I - hic - fucked it up. I wasn’t strong enough to protect you. I love you so much and I wasn’t strong enough.” I couldn’t risk anything happening to you, I was too dangerous, I would have gotten you hurt. I should have protected you, he wants to say, but the words get stuck in the thickness at the back of his tongue.

Some part of you, a part you tried to crush and kill and bury, claws its way out. You sit at the edge of the bed and rub his arm.

“It’s okay. I loved you, too.”

Loved. What a wretched thing past tense is. He wants to scream.

“No!” he cries, the sound weak and cracked. “I can’t…I can’t do anything but this, but love you. You’re the only one. And I ruined it.”

He makes no move towards you, curling into himself instead, sucking everything in until you’re captured by it, too. Your hands cradle his face, and let the tears spill over your fingers.

“I’m sorry I called you.”

The sobs have started to quiet, his breathing becoming less labored. He’s shaking less, now, with your skin on his.

“It’s okay.”

Your fingertips travel along his jaw, and you try to ignore how beautiful he looks with tears catching under the moonlight, how the comforter is stained darker beneath his cheeks. You try to ignore the way this hurts worse than any wound could, that you would have rather be killed for loving him than suffer through losing him. You try to ignore the way your heartbeat slows with your skin on his.

Through parted lips, his sleep-laden sighs fall steadier. His forehead is warm beneath your lips.

His protection is a funny thing, you’ve grown to realize. Maybe it’s his upbringing, or his job or his role or something else that has infiltrated and woven its way into his mind, but he seems to get it all twisted up, entangled in the ropes of it. How funny, to protect someone by alienating them; how funny, to make them watch as you destroy yourself.

But you don’t mind. Not really, not when you get to brush damp strands of hair from his neck, when you get to pull the blankets up to his shoulders and watch the soft sheets tickle his skin.

You don’t mind that you’ll always have a space in your heart with his absence carved out of it, that you’ll always leave your keys on the bedside table, that you’ll always come back, even if you’re crawling, your hands and knees will carry you to him. You have to protect him too, after all.

Softly, you whisper, “I’ll always answer your calls.”

[pe-arls]

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[the-witchy-sideblog]

TMA Entity Playlists

EDIT: Tumblr has consistently messed up the links, you'll need to copy-paste the urls in a new tab

Collective/Master playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2SxIIcREM1CXiT1ERBAurP?si=YxtlxlLkQQ-8GVaC5WZuSQ

The Eye: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5D5WBygnCEIGjARKniEkng?si=aoYvyJzRSByxAv2lgiBowQ

The Vast: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3cQYZZzz9SOufNAvanNPyc?si=z5WKJXYwQI6JTwv8ydkPHg

The Spiral: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2fA2VvHyFwVHflDeHxqsAr?si=wHC5hWsOSq-FXNdtHJ37nQ

The Hunt: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1vyw2wMrfMMtYAzfxynFwk?si=oZ3eCyEiRpmjSsEDTpnFwg

The Buried: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/09bCV0RoHO92QXZEvWifVB?si=lp57JYPbQd2vb1Hi8yHDdQ

The Lonely: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1uAgva2LpQtG1K9av22RNc?si=whR0-yEWR8W1ZBrn8EyIBg

The Dark: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2WgvPEEx6JiC9zeHmAaFHx?si=FcJcDeqrRWe3_khIRH7Ylg

The Stranger: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4SxNkfHKZ7XOovPwTRY1UE?si=IipTWpQhQwSB4Gp7DvAV6w

The Slaughter: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3FFmyNnkJ3S5hUuNFPKaLW?si=jx0XVg_dQJCuhv1laj2JLA

The Corruption: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6jPTpEN80t3dp9yuT69GwB?si=I16jCN2GSCityHjVNXVZkQ

The Web: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7owwzpXXWyz7oAdO7nnlxu?si=4D2r822-TSO3qF9OaSZ-Pg

The Flesh: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5WwizO5RQfrDHDXvqMr0ye?si=286vxdfDTmmT1aQ48S-rkg

The Desolation: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1MD22WOy9UxDJ4DcWqwsbr?si=IH8lnmqlSBWHbpNO-866ZA

The End: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/794JMdr0PTb31TIbnmD5px?si=E-KAf5ekTMyfLRTnCfngoA

[corseque]

Actually I should just make a list of my spotify playlists:

we're in the belly of the beast↗: tells the Solavellan love story in chronological order from Inquisition through Trespasser (solas point of view, stumbling into love from Inquisition through Trespasser). Mood: poignant, regretful, calm, not hopeless

overcome with light↗: post-Trespasser Solas/Lavellan playlist (from my particular optimistic Lavellan's POV). Mood: sentimental, determined

greatly disapproves↗: playlist for High Disapproval Solas in DA4 - "Now I know I was right. You have no idea what a comfort that is." The world isn’t real, he’s never going to wake up, and you’re never going to defeat him. Mood: dreamlike, dissasociating, calm, sure and resigned on the road to the end of the world

all solas songs I've ever heard↗: 14 hours of songs that have ever reminded me of Solas, I know it's a lot, but it's been 10 years

[tswiftupdatess]

Spotify has created 'Fanship Bracelet' playlists for every Taylor Swift era!

[alazarrr]

So Much Love for Tems.

[lookninjas]

@penroseparticle, this one's for you.

Pick a country (for occasionally loose definitions of "country") song from a bad description! You do not need to recognize the song from the description, although one of them is very very very very very obvious this time. Go by the vibes. Go for what makes you chuckle or sounds intriguing. Follow your heart.

At the end of the week, I will post a playlist with all the songs in order, from the song with the least amount of votes to the song with the most amount of votes. If you would like to hear the playlist but don't want to put a lot of effort into it, leave a comment or put it in the tags on your reblog and I'll tag you. If you really just need to know about a specific song and don't want to wait, shoot me an ask and I'll answer.

And please reblog! It's time to make your mutuals listen to some straight-up (maybe not that straight) country music for a change. Especially that one. You know the one.

[sirxlla]

Masterlist

-> My About Me Page <-

Note: 🔥 = NSFW / 🌸 = Fluff / 💧 = Angst

(Send me prompts if you want)

-> Prompt Rules <- -> My List of Prompts <-

My X Readers

-BatBoys-

▪︎ -> Fics/Preferences for All / Any Batboy <-

▪︎ -> Fics for Damian Wayne / Robin <-

▪︎ -> Fics for Jason Todd / Red Hood <-

▪︎ -> Fics for Dick Grayson / Nightwing <-

▪︎ -> Fics for Tim Drake / Red Robin <-

Note: They are all adults in everything I write

I'll add sections for the others as needed. <3

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-Miscellaneous-

-Justified-

▪︎ -> Fics for Raylan Givens <-

▪︎ -> Fics for Tim Gutterson <-

-Others-

▪︎ -> Fics for Evan Buckley - 911 <-

▪︎ -> Fics for Tyler Owens - Twisters <-

▪︎ -> Midnight Snack - Lip Gallagher - Shameless

🔥 A Helping Hand (any male character)

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My Themed Playlists

-Evan Buckley, My Darling Idiot

-Jason Todd, My Beloved

-Yes Chef, Carmy Berzatto

-Pretty Boy, Lip Gallagher

-Dean's Sleep Mix

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