#alan gregorie

[thedarkroomscene]

Clean – Album Version – 5:31

Written by Martin L. Gore. Produced by Depeche Mode and Flood. Mixed by Francois Kevorkian. Recorded and mixed at Logic Studios, Milan, Puk Studios, Denmark, The Church, London, Master Rock Studios, London, Axis, New York. Engineered by Pino Pischetola, Peter Iversen, Steve Lyon, Goth Hotoda, Alan Gregorie, Dennis Mitchell, Phil Legg. First appeared on Violator LP, MC, CD, MD and DCC released on 19 March 1990. (#240)

Music video directed by Anton Corbijn.

[dellaray]

“Go spin the wheel and see where it lands” 🦋

Dare I say my favorite episode in the series

[nelsaqift]

broken bottles shine just like stars, make a wish anyway!

[lizormianillustration]

the wines

[asoftepiloguemylove]

I GET MEAN WHEN I'M NERVOUS LIKE A BAD DOG // AN INNATE INABILITY TO BE LOVED

image: Su Xinyu Recovery (2015) / quote: Su Xinyu & Lucile Brock-Broido the unbearable heaviness of girlhood (via @metamorphesque) // pinterest // Gregory Alan Isakov "Master & A Hound," This Empty Northern Hemisphere // pinterest // pinterst // Alexander Blok "I Leave the Tiresome Noise and Clamor," The Selected Poems of Alexander Blok (via @/rouxney) // Christina Marie Brown Ghost I // pinterest

[sunblchdfly]

honey, it’s alright

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Reader

Warnings: Not proof read. Other than that, none! Fluff Fluff Fluff!

Word Count: 619

The wood floor creaks under your husband’s feet. Not shortly after, you hear the squeak of the door hinge. You know who it is already, but you can’t seem to make yourself come out from under the covers.

“Baby?” Bob shuffles over to you, pulling the cover below your chin. “What’s the matter?” The bed dips under his weight as he sits on the edge.

“Just…” You sniffle, voice cracking, “Just not feeling well, love.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He caresses your arm, looking at you anxiously, afraid he had something to do with it.

“No.” You squeak out. You weren’t one to be very talkative when something upset you.

Bob nods silently. He places a kiss on your forehead and covers you back up. He makes his way to the cold tile of the bathroom and turns on the shower.

“Okay,” Bob is back at your side again. “I need you to stand up, my love.”

He takes your hands, helping you up. Tears welled in your eyes. He could tell you were getting upset again.

“Hey, hey, hey, shhh.” Bob brushes his thumb over your tear stricken cheeks.

“You don’t have to do anything except stand for a few minutes. Okay? You’ll feel better, baby, I promise.”

You nod and start making your way to the steaming shower.

He presses a few kisses to your face. “Come on.”

He helps you into the shower, ditching his own uniform to join you.

“Alright, I’m gonna wash your hair, get those tangles out. Okay?” He makes sure to tell you everything he was doing, so as to not startle you.

You nod, hanging on to him for support. Your head rests against his chest, listening to the thump thump of his heart. Bob massages the soap throughout your scalp. He’s right, you were starting to feel better already. Soon, you're pulled out of your trance when he shuts the water off.

Bob wraps you in a towel, stepping out of the shower. He dresses himself in record time. He didn’t want to keep you waiting. He knew you needed rest and wanted to give it to you as fast as possible.

“Okay, careful.” He helps you out of the shower and sits you on the closed lid of the toilet.

He retrieves your hairbrush from your makeup drawer and begins detangling your hair.

“Do you want one braid, or two? I feel like you might be more comfortable with one.” He asked.

“Just one, Bobby.” You felt a smile creep onto your face. “Thank you, Bobby. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You don’t have to thank me. In sickness and in health, remember?” He smiles.

“In sickness and in health.” You repeated, your own smile growing bigger with every word.

“Alright, that’s a damn good braid.” He says proudly. “I’m a hairstylist in another life, I think.” Bob joked.

You feel another smile make its way to your lips. Damn, if he wasn’t good at always making you feel better.

Bob helps you back to bed, turning the heated blanket on. he grabs your water bottle from the side table and makes his way downstairs.

A few minutes later you hear his pattering feet outside of the door. He ran back upstairs while the leftovers from last night warm in the oven. The bed dips next to you again.

“Alright, leftovers are in the oven. what are we watching?” He asks, trading your water bottle for the remote. “No no wait, let me guess. Captain America?” Bob smirks. Pink covers your cheeks after you hear him say it.

“You said it, not me.” You counter, grinning.

“Damn straight.” He pulls you into him.

A/N: Just a little drabble i thought of. Wanted to write it out for anyone having a hard time atm. Nothing too fancy! My DMs are always open. Take care of yourselves <3

[tigitaldurtle]

"...Now we're just liars."

aha i won't forgive @urgohthewanderer for showing me this song and then making me think of Stan Pines! i won't do it!

[dailysolidarity]

Day 33

Tried painting a bit just to try it out. I've been obsessed with clouds lately.

[ssaltlicker]

I feel like you can tell who reads and doesnt read poetry by how they took the “dirt under your nails” comment. To me, it immediately read as “we are inseparable” like saying “the salt and the sea” or something. You arent focusing on the pieces individually, but the whole that they form together. AKA, being so close to someone/something that you are forever intertwined.

Its just shocking how many people took it as some kind of dig or insult. Getting your hands dirty symbolizes hard work. Someone that “never gets their hands dirty” is someone that doesnt work hard. Caitlyn WAS the latter, the elite that puts the work on other people. The whole point is that she has changed through work, but also through her relationship with vi.

Also; the phrase is actually pretty common in some regions (usually some alteration of it, anyways). Its been a phrase of affection for a while. Just funny how you can tell a lot about someones background by how they interpret certain phrases

[follows-the-bees]

"I'll send you my words from the corners of my room, and though I write them by the light of the day, please read them by the light of the moon."

"Words" by Gregory Alan Isakov

[thedarkroomscene]

Policy Of Truth – Video Version – 4:08

Written by Martin L. Gore. Produced by Depeche Mode and Flood. Mixed by Francois Kevorkian. Recorded and mixed at Logic Studios, Milan, Puk Studios, Denmark, The Church, London, Master Rock Studios, London, Axis, New York. Engineered by Pino Pischetola, Peter Iversen, Steve Lyon, Goth Hotoda, Alan Gregorie, Dennis Mitchell, Phil Legg.

Music video directed by Anton Corbijn.

[artiswhatartdoes]

On a long road, we are tall weeds//I wanna grow old with you

[cursemyexistences]

my top 5 songs rn

tagged by @jxrdansdiary777 xoxo <3

how to disappear ldr

words gregory alan isakov

homesick noah kahan

1979 smashing pumpkins

gooey glass animals

@ethel2009 @rosyclouds22 @i-know-you-wanna-kiss-me i’d love to see y’alls ;)

[lizormianillustration]

I rolled out, the day that the apples fell

dandelion wine - gregory alan isakov

[hotch-girl]

the roys + scenes from the pilot

SUCCESSION (2018 - 2023)

[flanaganfilm]

Are you a fan of Gregory Alan Isakov? If so, what is your favourite song or album? When I heard If I'm Goin at the end of Hill House I cried because it's one one of my faves and I didn't expect to hear it, but it was so unbelievably fitting for the themes and energy of that show and ending

HUGE fan. Empty Northern Hemisphere is one of my all-time favorite albums, along with the Colorado Symphony Orchestra album, and Kate and I chose "That Moon Song" as our wedding song. I got some pushback from a few producers about using "If I Go I'm Going" at the end of Hill House but I insisted on it - I wrote the end of the finale episode specifically with that song in mind.

I'm working on something else with Gregory right now! :)