#Tow'rs

[moth-montage]

Songs to listen to in a fetal position, part six:

"You don't say you love me, so I'll do the same."

[captainshyguy]

is there an answer, in the silence

[oblivioustinygay]

If you ever wanna make me tear up, get me to listen any kind of soft violin solo.

[daily-pat]

Pat suffering from allergies (he's on the verge of death)

You know, after last night, I needed something a lot more relaxed for my health. Somehow I still fell asleep drawing this.

Also why is it that every time I post a lineart-only drawing, the quality immediately gets butchered? Man..

Thirdly, when the hell did Yanov show up? Sometimes I'm on tumblr ans find out there's EW characters I didn't even know existed. There's a Katherine, I think? I can't find her on any wikis, but I've seen her around.

Inspired by chapter one of @crockpotion's lovely fic, Half the Battle! Was trying to think of a reasonable place to end up nearly dying from a shrimp, and what better than a similar party to the one he depicted! Check his work, it's seriously great!!

QOTD: Not a "hey I'll ask this silly personal question" kind of deal, but. Please inform me where all of these one-off characters came from. I'm old, but I'm not that old.

[sleepyowlwrites]

it's that time of year. I must give you spooky songs.

I'm not just throwing my playlists at you, either. you can find all 200+ of my playlists on my spotify. spooky is a blanket term, okay. the vibes are expansive but there's something...there.

spooky but in the background, mostly

the Ghost songs by Louie Zong

Ancient Souls - The Daniel Pemberton TV Orchestra

Edge of Night - Cullen Vance

The Mist - Max LL

The Inevitable Haunted House - Boqeh

Mass (Re-Imagined) - Phoria

Dispossession - SQUARE ENIX MUSIC

Ceaseless Watcher - harvo

Waltz of the Bone King - Peter Gaundry

Thryy Wyrd Tynns - Alec Holowka

Dance Off - Heloise Tunstall-Behrens & Auclair

Dragon Lullaby - Dave Volpe

The Gambit of Night - Neil DeGraide, Dirt Poor Robbins

Sleep - The Last Bison

Mausoleum - Rafferty

White Specter - Adrian Von Ziegler

spooky but there's something here with you, a creature?

Fangs - Little Red Lung

Rusalka, Rusalka / Wild Rushes - The Decemberists

That Unwanted Animal - The Amazing Devil

Into the Woods - PHILDEL

Into the Unknown - Evetty

The Nowhere King - The Centaurworld Cast

Aha! - Imogen Heap

The Glow - The Last Bison

Nature Girl - Cryoshell

Running with the Wolves - AURORA

Howling Moon - Coleman Hall

The Pines - Roses & Revolutions

Caterpillars (Of the Commonwealth) - Will Connolly

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Errasuriz - Kiltro

Bloodsuckers - Johnny Hollow

We Have It All - Pim Stones

spooky but maybe it's you

Devourer - Aideoneus

When I Was Done Dying - Dan Deacon

The Yawning Grave - Lord Huron

So Tonight That I Might See - Mazzy Star

The Mortal Boy King - The Paper Kites

Stone Wall, Stone Fence - Gregory and the Hawk

Ghosts - James Vincent McMorrow

Oceanica - San Fermin

Going - Tow'rs

Sticks and Stones - The Pierces

Strange - Runah

All Things Devour - aseaes

Raise the Dead - RAIGN

Sunlit Grave - Saint Mesa

Remain Nameless - Florence + the Machine

spooky but we're having a good time, I think

Let's B Goblins! - Ratwyfe

Death, Thrice Drawn - The Scary Jokes

Great Vacation - Dirt Poor Robbins

Face the Night - Tennyson

Skeleton Song - Kate Nash

Bones - anne october

The Magic - Lola Blanc

All Is Well (Goodbye, Goodbye) - Radical Face

the jester - ratz

spooky but in pastels

In The Beginning - Fahrenhaidt

Kiss the Grass - The Paper Kites

Butterfly Water - Pastelle

I Was Feeling Down, I Found a Nice Witch and We're Friends - In Love With a Ghost

The Ancestor - Darlingside

Entangled Life - Merlin Sheldrake, Cosmo Sheldrake

Night Owls - Mree

[fili-urzudel]

Girl in Calico - Thorin x Reader

Part 2 to Second

Part 1 Part 3

Summary: Old friends reunite. Based on the song Girl in Calico by Tow'rs.

Warnings: nervous Thorin

Word Count: 1.4k

One hundred years. Well, one hundred and one. That was how long that it had taken for Thorin to take back his home. It was astounding, really, the building that could be done to make such a desolate place habitable once more. Even more astounding was the swiftness with which visitors began arriving. Dwarves aplenty came from the Blue mountains, to be sure. But there were humans, too. More than anyone could expect. Most of them even came bearing good tidings and perhaps more importantly good will.

It was the calico dress that caught Thorin's eye. 

It was summertime, finally warm enough for people to mill about without coats, though it was always a comfortable cool in the depths of the mountain. Thorin stood in the outer streets of Dale, it being his turn to meet with Bard in his land. And there was the calico dress. 

It wasn't the same one, of course. It was a more vibrant blue than the other would've been by then. It was more delicately patterned—there were more stripes. But it was a calico dress, and more importantly, it was the same person wearing it.

He thought he had whispered your name, not strong enough to do much else, but you heard it. You turned, gluing him to his spot with your gaze, your eyes no less intense despite the wrinkles surrounding them. Your approach was quick, but not hurried. Not quite desperate to be reunited.

A man and two young women followed you.

"Thorin! Old friend, it is such a delight to see you again," you greeted with a large smile, and the look on your husband's face made it clear he had heard more of Thorin Oakenshield than simple legend.

"It is a greater joy to me, I assure you," he said, still breathless. You extended your hand, and he took it without hesitation, kissing it with the decorum one would consider appropriate for a married woman. "It has been too long."

"Twenty-five years," you agreed with a smile. "A lot can happen in such a short span. Congratulations, by the way."

Thorin almost laughed at the reference to his accomplishments. "It is I who should be congratulating you. A husband, and two lovely children, if my eyes do not fail me."

You beamed as you looked to both of your sides, taking the hands of your husband and the closest daughter. "My greatest pride. This is Symir, son of Yahmir, and my daughters, Asa and Lena."

"It is my pleasure to meet all of you," Thorin bowed slightly to each of them. "Your... wife and mother is a good friend of mine. Or at least, she was, at one point."

"I've heard much about you," Symir commented. "Though I'm not sure they can say the same," he nodded to his daughters. "Congratulations on the success of your quest. I understand it has been a lifelong goal."

"Thank you," Thorin said, finally remembering himself. "Once again, it was very nice to meet all of you, and to make your acquaintance once more. However, I must—I have a meeting that I—Bard is waiting for me."

"Oh, of course! It was so lovely to see you," you said cheerfully.

"I would like to meet with you again," the words left Thorin's mouth before he could register them, and he knew his eyes did not leave yours as he spoke. Your shock showed readily on your face, though you recovered quickly enough.

"I—I might stop in the tavern just off to the west here later," he said, deciding to commit. He might as well now. "Would you meet me there?"

It was in your hands now. His heart was finally in your hands, and you could do with it as you chose. 

He only hoped you were a little wiser than he was.

Bard ended their meeting early and suggested reconvening at a later time—he could tell Thorin's mind was elsewhere. He paced the streets of Dale for hours. He wanted to be there, to show you that he was there. He wanted to be there if you looked for him. 

But he didn't want to be there too early, as if he was waiting for you. He didn't want to make it seem that anything was expected of you. 

When he finally decided to enter the tavern, he kept his head down. He wasn't sure if he was more afraid of you being there or not. He got his answer soon enough. 

"I was beginning to wonder if you were going to come," your voice came from behind him. 

He turned around with a nervous smile that kept wanting to pull itself into a grimace. "I very nearly didn't, I'm afraid. But I am here now." He made the mistake of glancing past you to see your family sitting across the room. Symir was playing very well at nonchalance, eyes firmly on his plate. Asa and Lena, however, unabashedly watched him, the elder with eyes of suspicion and the younger with only curiosity. His eyes fell back to the floor.

He pulled a chair out from the table, the scrape of its legs against the floor impossibly loud even over the low chatter of the hall.

He wanted to tell you everything. He wanted to tell you that he missed you the moment you gave him that pained look and left the wall for the last time but told himself it was for the best. He wanted to tell you that he had known for the last twenty-five years that he loved you. He wanted to ask if you had ever gone back, while he had never brought himself to. But it wasn't fair to you. 

"It was lucky you wore that dress today," he said instead, and you laughed lightly, puzzled. "It looked—ah, similar, to one that you had... when we met."

"Oh, right," you said with another polite smile, sitting in the chair he offered you.

Thorin cleared his throat, embarrassed. After so many years apart, he knew not where the line between the two of you fell.

"I hope you or your husband do not object to this meeting," Thorin said tentatively, taking the seat across from you.

"Symir trusts me," you commented plainly. "And I trust you."

Thorin's eyes dropped to the table. "I am not so sure I am worthy of that."

"Why?"

"I do not pretend to be blind, though for long enough I was," he admitted. "It must be... so long ago to you, but those years... those years we were friends, when we spoke. They were just yesterday to me. I wish they were. It was only after years that I... realized."

You didn't play at naivete. You grinned. "Everyone goes at their own pace, I suppose. It's just about finding someone on the same page as you."

Thorin huffed, not wanting to burden you further with something that was really none of your concern, but having no one else to say it to. "I fear that, now that I finally have reclaimed Erebor, I am able to look back and see what I have lost. And it is too great for me to ever hope to regain." He did not speak only of you. He spoke of milestones and joys and wonders, family and friends and meaning. But you were always at the top of the list.

"If I had known sooner, been able to see past all of this... I would've said something else, the day you gave me this." The tilt of his head was miniscule, gesturing to his ear, where the ear cuff still rested, displayed among all his hair and beads.

The confession was weighty. But after twenty-five years you were able to bear it. You reached for his hand, which he reluctantly allowed.

"Thorin, I, we surely both have our regrets," you told him. "But out of all of them, being your friend was never one of them."

"And I never regretted you, either," Thorin told you surely.

"Your family is welcome in Erebor at any time, and will be sure to dine at the head table. I hope you will take advantage of this invitation."

[patron-saints]

light in the mountains (an olizumi fanmix)

by @patron-saints and @summerwoodsmoke

listen on spotify // listen on youtube

ghosts that we knew — mumford & sons but you saw no fault, no cracks in my heart / and you knelt beside my hope torn apart tell me true — sarah jarosz do you dream of me like i dream of you? baker's dozen — tow'rs mountain of laundry and the sound of cooking / time with you is a baker's dozen fire and the flood — vance joy you're miles away, but i still feel you / anywhere i go, there you are vor í vaglaskógi — kaleo leikur í ljósum lokkum og angandi rósum / leikur í ljósum lokkum hinn vaggandi blær tenerife sea — ed sheeran and all of the voices surrounding us here / they just fade out when you take a breath warm blood (reimagined) — flor cold hands feeling for mine / warm love, softly ya'aburnee — halsey darling, you will bury me / before i bury you wherever is your heart — brandi carlile wherever is your heart / i call home kitchen song (voice memo) — tessa violet and all at once i see it clearly / i'll spend a lifetime by your side

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

📚

[acozysoulwrites]

You made me dance in the kitchen with you | D.D

Description: It's early morning, and the reader makes Daryl dance in the kitchen with her before the sun is up.

Warnings: none!

His hands were placed on her waist heavily, his body the most relaxed it's been in months. He can't quite remember how they ended up this way. Swaying to the sound of the record playing in the next room over, his hands on her innocently, her arms around his neck like he was something to be held, loved, and cherished. No, he isn't sure how they got here, but if this moment could last forever, he swears he'd never feel unhappy again.

The air outside was thick and foggy. No one would be up for a few more hours. The candle sat dimly on the stove. It provided more light than the early morning sky. This moment was theirs alone. No one else existed now. Only Daryl and her.

These were the moments he lived for. These quiet moments were what kept him grounded. Being vulnerable and gentle and loving with her and her only. He didn't have to be a hero. He didn't have to be saving someone's life or driving a knife through the skulls of the dead. He wasn't covered in sweat and blood or tears or mud. He could simply exist in the arms of his favorite person in the world.

"You hungry?" She hums, her voice muffled in his chest.

He doesn't lift his head from where it rests on hers when he speaks. "I could eat," He whispers, hoping she'll let them stay here for a few more minutes. He's scared that he'll have to return to reality if this moment ends. The reality where at any given moment, he could lose her forever.

"Pancakes sound okay?"

He nods slowly, his eyes still closed. Anything sounded okay as long as it was with her, but he'd never let her know that he felt this strongly. It wasn't in his nature.

"Okay," She says softly, head still resting against his chest as the song begins to repeat once again.

Daryl holds her closer to him, and she smiles.

----

Inspired by the line "You made me dance in the kitchen with you" from the song The kitchen by Tow'rs

This has to be another of my favorite Daryl fics I've written!!

[beloved-of-john]

19 for the Christian asks :)

19. Do you have a favorite Christian song, either traditional or contemporary?

Oh no, I can't pick just one! I'll try and keep it short though!

For traditional, my favourite hymns include:

As I Kneel Before You (Ave Maria)

O Come O Come Emmanuel

Holy Holy Holy (especially Sufjan Stevens' version)

Jerusalem

For contemporary:

Soldier Poet King by The Oh Hellos

John My Beloved by Sufjan Stevens

Belly of the Deepest Love by Tow'rs

Faith by Semler

[bekkachaos]

if I was the night then you were the moon 🌙

Buddie | 28k | T | 🎄| Chapter 4/4 - Complete!

Eddie sighed. He had made such a big impression in just a few days, and Eddie almost forgot that it hadn’t just been on him, but Christopher too.

“You miss him,” he said warmly.

“Buck is my friend,” he said.

“I know Chris,” Eddie said, taking in a breath as he tried to think of what else to say.

“You miss him too,” Chris said, and Eddie’s brow furrowed.

“Why do you say that?” he asked, almost before he could stop himself.

“You smiled more when he was with us.”

Eddie felt a lump rise in his throat.

He probably wasn’t wrong, Eddie had felt more relaxed and at ease and just comfortable with Buck around than he had in a long time. He just didn’t realise that Christopher had noticed it too.

“Did you guys have a fight?” he asked, and Eddie bit down on the inside of his cheek.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “No nothing like that. He just had his own life to get back to. That’s all.”

“But we were his Christmas wish,” Chris said.

“What?”

“Buck said that for Christmas he wished every year could be like this one,” Chris said. “Because he was with you and me.”

“He said that?” Eddie said softly, and Chris nodded.

Read Part Four now on AO3, or start from the beginning

title from The Kitchen, by Tow'rs

You made me dance in the kitchen with you

If I was the night then you were the moon

[scotianostra]

On 3rd June, 1774, Paisley poet, Robert Tannahill, was born.

I covered Robert Tannahill in a post less than a month ago, so will just give a weee rundown on him this time.

Paisley’s weaver poet was born in Castle Street, son of a well-respected ‘bien’ weaver to whom Robert was apprenticed in 1786. Described by a contemporary as the ‘prettiest shuttler’ he had ever seen, Robert had a wee box on his loom-post for jotting down his ideas.

At his cottage in Queen Street he composed, most of his best known songs. An admirer of Burns, he helped found the Burns Anniversary Society in 1805 in Paisley – the world’s first Burn’s club. In 1807, encouraged by friends, he published “The Soldiers Return” with poems and songs which made him famous.

When a publisher declined a revised edition in 1810, and after a mental illness, the poet drowned himself in a culvert of the Candren Burn.

Tanahill’s poems and songs are still popular today – ‘Jesssie the Flower o’ Dunblane’,’Will ye go Lassie go’,’ Thou Bonnie Woods o’ Craigielee and of course "The Braes o' Balquhidderare "among the more well known.

With weather reports saying parts of the mountains in the Highland might see snow, yes it's June! So Gloomy Winter's Noo Awa will hopefully chase those snow showers away, this arrangement is by Dougie MacLean.

Gloomy Winter's now awa, Saft the westlan breezes blaw ; Mang the birks o Stanely shaw The mavis sings fu cheerie, O ;

Sweet the crawflower's [1] early bell Decks Gleniffer's dewy dell, Blooming like thy bonnie sel, My young, my artless dearie, O.

Come my lassie, let us stray O'er Glenkilloch's [2] sunny brae, Blythely spend the gowden day, Midst joys that never weary, O.

Tow'ring o'er the Newton wuds, [3] Lav'rocks fan the snaw white clouds, Siller saughs, wi downy buds, Adorn the banks sae briery, O.

Roun the sylvan fairy nooks, Feath'ry breckans fringe the rocks, Neath the brae the burnie jouks, And ilka thing is cheerie, O.

Trees may bud, and birds may sing, Flowers may bloom, and verdure spring, Joy to me they canna bring,

[batwingsandblackcats]

Once & Formerly Haunted: tunes for a bookshop au

Though y'all would maybe be interested in some tunes curated by @sageobo31 and I for our lil bookshop story. We hope ya like it!

Tracklist:

00. a little bookshop | Tapestries and Tomes - Julian Schloming Figures on the wall / Flicker through the hall / Gathering 'cross the curtains / One and all / Tapestries and tomes / lamps upon the stone / radiate into the great unknown

P. I | summer left us beckoning (walk that empty northern hemisphere wide)

01. Imogen arrives on Wildemount | The Amber Road - Critical Role, Omar Fadel 02. Tri-Spires from a distance | Approaching Zadash - Hunter Rogerson 03. the first chill | October - Eric Whitacre, North Texas Wind Symphony 04. wandering Zadash | This Empty Northern Hemisphere - Gregory Alan Isakov Smoke it flies from whisky mouths / Vagabonds walk this suitcase town / Summer left us beckoning / The cottonwoods are all worn out / Night comes fixing on the day / And the universe reigned again / While the wheels roll it all glows a flickering light

P. II | once & formerly haunted

Ch. 1: copper kettle confessions

05. too many people, too many thoughts | Halling efter Per Loof - Frida Johansson, Henrik Oja 06. Once & Formerly Haunted | The Old Favourite - The Gloaming 07. a cup of tea | Tea with the Pansophical - Critical Role, Sterling Maffe

Ch. 2: pastries for a friend

08. wandering thoughts | Dreaming of Relief - Chris and Thomas I hope what you find will calm your mind / I hope you will always find the time you need 09. "Someone expectin' ya?" | Solace - Tow're 10. a new friend | The Hare - The Gloaming

Ch. 3: darling it's cold outside

11. Laudna’s home | Heads of the Valleys Road - Jess Morgan

Ch. 4: to keep you warm

12. shopping in Zadash | Finch In The Pantry - The Arcadian Wild 13. a proposal | The Forest of Frost on The Windshield - Matt Pond PA

Ch. 5: a new home

14. settling in | Roots - The Arcadian Wild Throw me all the seeds you sow / I'll take 'em in and make them grow in your light / Just give it time / So put down your roots / And I'll plant this fallow field of mine with you 15. nightmares | After a Storm - Western Skies Motel

Ch. 6: scars and stories

16. peppers and eggs | In The Kitchen - Hawktail

Ch. 7: cider, shots, and bad decisions

17. stories from Gelvaan | The Universe - Gregory Alan Isakov The universe, she's wounded / She's got bruises on her feet / I sit down like I always did / And tried to calm her down / I send her my warmth and my silence / And all she sends me back is rain, rain / The universe, she's wounded / She's still got infinity ahead of her

Ch. 8: a faire companion

18. Laudna's melody | Bell's Harmonic - Alan Gogoll 19. the hazel festival | The Old Road to Garry - The Gloaming

to be continued...

[silvery-bluish]

@limepigeon got me with the Music Shuffle tag game, thanks for the tag!!

Rules: shuffle your repeat playlist ten times and tag ten people

(it's several fallen hero playlists with varying levels of curation in a folder on shuffle)

Atlas Drowned, Gang of Youths (anarchist step yelling)

The Kitchen, Tow'rs (pre-hb chargestep, makes me sad)

Affection, Amber Run (on my teeny tiny flystep specific playlist for angst reasons)

It Will Come Back, Hozier (sidestep getting adopted by the rangers etc etc)

Liar, The Arcadian Wild (sidestep classic)

The Killing Kind, Marianas Trench (who's haunting who. u get it.)

Grow, The Oh Hellos (me @ bb this would fix u)

Ivory Black, Oliver Riot (it has flystep vibes. To Me.)

Lions Roar, The Hush Sound (this is from BB's playlist-- performance and finding people again in it etc etc)

Unknown / Nth (for the arsinoe fear of being known/fear of being unknown FIGHT of it all)

I'm not gonna tag a full 10 and again apologies if you've already been tagged BUT-- @thenightdayblogger, @dogueteeth, @alouvrr, @capricule @nimeska, if any of you are interested?

[blowjob-horseguy]

Whenever I feel like I'm going off from the core of Fragilty (is a gift that we don't see) when I get lost in all the things I could write I find myself listening to the song the fic was named for. It directs me where to go.

I can feel the ending of this thing I've now devoted over a year of my life to creeping up on me and I find I'm sad to see it go. But, I guess when I finish it I'll have more brain space to work on other fics. And I can always write the same thing over and over again. That's the beauty of fic writing. The story is never really over.

But anyways everyone listen to porcelain by the Tow'rs song of the fucking summer.

[drcloyd]

tagged by @wikiangela Rules: Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

tagging @hotdadlicense @smilebackwards @bytheangell @thatmexisaurusrex