#been listening to bigmouth strikes again all day

[endofbeginings]

Charles Leclerc (2005) // Joan of Arc receiving a vision from the Archangel Michael (1876) by Eugène Thirion

[steelycunt]

almost got washed away walking home in the heavy rain with no raincoat BUT. home now…time 2 get in warm clothes and have some tea and watch the new episode of taskmaster happy fucking friday..

[opiopal]

songs I listen to and the character I imagine them to,

Too sweet- Hozier

for a while I thought of Dia to this one, but then it was like- both my mc and Dia are too sweet to each other, and they really don’t mind it at all lmao the one I imagine currently is mephisto, cause omg, it’s so dramatic, and I can’t help myself with characters who are (not so)secretly really sweet with slight tsundere tendencies👉👈 throughout the song I just imagine him taking note of how kind and also kinda pretty Mc is, and is so baffled and flustered about how sweet they are to him and it’s just a huge beautifully sung crisis

Rule #34 - Fish in a Birdcage

luci, satan, and a little bit of Solomon 😳 I don’t think I need to explain myself much with this one, literally just listen to the song and you CANNOT tell me you don’t imagine at least one of these three,

Stupid for you-waterparks

mams, 100%, he’s just such a cutie patootie, and I can’t help but think abt him and my mc whenever I listen to this song, there’s no plot for this little daydream it’s just purely cute random stuff lol,

Computer talk-austenyo

I have been imagining Levi to this, this little day dream DOES have a little story to it, I can imagine mc either being an online friend he made from the human realm or they’re literally in the computer like a giffany or just Monika situation, but with either or it’s just a cute little love thing with Levi just being head over heels for this person he met and plays games with❤️(they totally have their beds next to each other in Minecraft😳)

Sunburn -the living tombstone

I like to imagine my Mc and Thirteen to this! Thought idk much about thirteen I know she’s high energy and smart, and my Mc would LOOOVEE that- I like to imagine them both being just chaotic, mostly my Mc going along with it to hang out with her,(typically I imagine my Mc and her old gf, but ofc this is abt OM not my own lore</3)

ALICE-PEGGY

Mc!!! Sometimes I totally imagine stuff that’s like “oOOoOO it was AAALLLL a DREAAAM!!!”, this is kinda like that, but it’s more just like an Alice in wonderland au lol,

Bigmouth Strikes Again-2011 remaster- The Smiths

luci, Sometimes I imagine this as like, him experiencing guilt for treating mc so cruelly once he experiences them passing away and seeing his brother hold them much like how he held their sister when they all fell.(bc NO ONE. Can convince me that Mams holding Mc wasn’t a parallel to luci holding his sister.)

The Horror and the Wild-The Amazing Devil

Dia and Mc singing to each other, I imagine this to be SOOOO serious, Mc is in love but just can’t come to terms with it the same with Dia,

Anthropology-the living tombstone remix- Awkward Marina, The living Tombstone

Lilith and an Angel Mc!! It’s obvious for lilith, but for the Angel Mc I could imagine that in the celestial realm, after the fall, Most angels weren’t allowed to interact with humans unless they have permission from big man himself, but mc just can’t help but be curious!

[cadaverthearchivist]

08.17.24

📖 reading time: 30 minutes. Got throught 2 more chapters of Pride and Prejudice, very interesting read so far I'm really liking the beginning dynamic between Lizzy and Mr. Darcy.

🧺 chores: Unpacked all of my things pretty much, did the dishes here and there. Trying to start off strong by staying on top of them and not letting the dishes pile up.

🎧 song of the day: Bigmouth Strikes Again by The Smiths. I listened to this song for like 6 hours today not even joking.

🔆 day ramble: Been having a rough day mentally, feeling really alone and scared for college and from moving and stuff. But hanging out with my friends helped and that was nice. They're very cool and kind to me, I really appreciate them. 3 days till school starts, let's hope I'm ready.

[smallbirdbigcoat]

not really <\3 most are just kind of odd occurrences like sometimes at night i'll hear footsteps in the (locked) attic, & sometimes (usually when i'm playing music on my speakers) i'll hear pebbles hitting my bedroom windows (they have bug screens on the outside so thats not really. possible ykwim). once i was using my dad's tube amp in the basement & it worked totally fine, light was on etc etc, & i went to unplug it and it wasn't plugged in. what are your top 10 favorite albums of all time? & how has your day been? today i give you one of my favorite “song with a bass solo” of all time: https://open.spotify.com/track/5QIbR39hAEDIOkr4ggh4xc -❄️

OMG I LOVE ATOMIC!!! its srlsly one of my favourite songs by one of my favourite bands and when you said "song with a bass solo" i immediately thought of it! thats so fun :)

i thought top 10 albums of all time would be easy but then i started overthinking it so to avoid that im just gonna go based on pure instinct (also these r in no particular order i just numbered them to keep count lmao)

1.disintegration - the cure. it is literally so perfect 2.the queen is dead - the smiths. bigmouth strikes again, cemetry gates, i know it's over, THERE IS A LIGHT THAT NEVER GOES OUT??? what an album. 3.remain in light - talking heads. i had a maths class over zoom during lockdown and the teacher was so boring that i just muted him and listened to this album for the first time ever and i fell in love w it instantly :) 4.ziggy stardust and the spiders from mars - david bowie. i'd love this album anyway but what makes it even better is the fact that my best friend also loves it to the point where david bowie is like our shared thing and moonage daydream is basically our theme song :)) 5.unknown pleasures - joy division. this was one of the first vinyls i ever bought (before i even had a working record player) and definitely one of the ones i play most. i have such fond memories of the day i bought it!! 6.in the aeroplane over the sea - neutral milk hotel. bought this at the same time as unknown pleasures and when i listened to it on vinyl for the first time i literally felt my soul leave my body. 7.london calling - the clash. the first time i heard this i thought it was so overrated then i listened to it again like a week later and i thought it was the greatest thing ever so idk what happened the first time 8.punisher - pheobe bridgers. i love this album so much and i am going to see pheobe bridgers at a festival in feb and im so excited :D 9.revolver - the beatles. i have such fond memories of listening to this album with my dad as a kid, and recently ive been obsessed w it again. also its just a classic! 10.the velvet underground & nico. i love this album's individual songs but its also such a great album to listen to as like a whole the progression of it is rly cool to me. i had to put some honorable mentions since it was so hard to narrow down: the dreaming by kate bush and power corruption and lies by new order :)) also i have had a pretty good day today, it's my first day of the summer holidays and i went to my friend's this morning n we basically just hung out and listened to music so its been a very chill day :) thanks for asking!

how was your day and what are your top 10 albums of all time???

[antiquecompass]

Since Ao3 looks like it’s having some issues today, also posting my Day One ZhuiYi week Ficlet here.

Ficlet: Bigmouth Strikes Again from the To Celebrate a Simple Life post-canon collection

Many things had changed since that pivotal year when what was supposed to be a simple night-hunt at Mo Manor upended the entire Cultivation World. There were the obvious things, like the upheaval of the Cultivation Clans hierarchy; the changing of sect leaders; Hanguang-Jun becoming Chief Cultivator; the fall of the Jins and their rise again under Jin Ling’s (and Sect Leader Jiang’s) guidance.

And then there were the smaller things: marriages among their friends and fellow disciples; becoming senior disciples and having their own students; Zizhen also becoming a sect leader; Sizhui taking on more responsibilities as he became the official heir to Gusu Lan.

Some things hadn’t changed. Lan Jingyi was still deeply in love with his best friend. He was still afraid of ghosts. He was still punished like a Junior whenever Lan Qiren felt like it. (Or to use him as an example. By sheer repetition and practice, no member of Gusu Lan had perfected the ‘keeping the ends of their forehead ribbon off the ground while doing handstands and writing out their sect rules’ quite like Jingyi and Lan Qiren used his stance and stamina as a measurement to which all Juniors now aimed to achieve.) Senior Wei was still responsible for getting more rules added to the Wall of Discipline. There were still rabbits in the back hills and the Cloud Recesses remained a mostly tranquil place best suited for learning, music, and meditation.

There was one change that Jingyi absolutely despised. Because of Sizhui’s responsibilities, and because of Jingyi’s place as a Senior, their time spent together night-hunting had been cut down to nearly nothing. Jingyi honestly couldn’t remember the last time it had just been the two of them, or even the two of them leading a hunt of other disciples. He missed Sizhui, missed curling up next to him, stealing his body heat, sleeping under the stars. He missed their dinners in random taverns in the most remote corners of their world. He missed their secret moments in dark corners, soft touches and deep kisses exchanged during what little time they could find alone. He missed having someone at his back he absolutely trusted, who he could fight beside and know their movements would be equally matched, who he could communicate with and not say a word. He missed Sizhui’s musical speaking voice and commanding tone while barking out orders and those laughs he only reserved for Jingyi. He just missed him. 

Being stuck with Lan Qiang, of all other cultivators in their sect, didn’t help matters. They’d never gotten along. Lan Qiang had always been jealous of the fact that despite Jingyi’s lower marks, he was favored by their teachers. He’d often questioned why and how Jingyi maintained his close relationships with the elders of their clans. And his even closer relationship with Sizhui. 

It wasn’t Jingyi’s fault that Lan Qiren had adopted him as a sort of grandson after his parents died during the burning of the Cloud Recesses. It wasn’t his fault that his teachers had encouraged his blunt manner of speaking, citing the Lan Sect’s own principles that silence and  false modesty would go against Jingyi’s true nature and character. And it certainly wasn’t Jingyi’s fault that Sizhui had picked him as his friend back when they were small children. So Jingyi truly meant it when he said Lan Qiang was the most insufferable Lan to appear in at least six generations.

Jingyi considered his opinion sound, since no one, not even Zewu-jun himself, had ever disputed that claim.

“Maybe the Elders wanted him gone so they could finally discuss Sizhui finding a cultivation partner?” Lan Qiang loudly asked.

“Gossiping is forbidden,” Jingyi said, not taking his eyes away from the tree line in front of them.

“It’s not gossiping, it’s speculation. Sizhui is more than old enough, and it is normal to be concerned over the future of our sect.”

Sizhui already had a cultivation partner, or rather one impatiently waiting for their official wedding date. He was right here. Stuck in a forest. With an idiot and a gaggle of children.

Jingyi knew they should’ve eloped. 

“Pay less attention to your mouth and more attention to your ears,” Jingyi said. “We need to find out what’s causing the deaths among the villagers.”

In Jingyi’s opinion it was most likely an animal and not a ghost based on the injuries The townsfolk--and Lan Qiang--had insisted differently and now Jingyi was stuck in this forest on this absolute waste of time. Of course Jingyi’s sound advice, years of experience, and basic grasp of the fact ghosts didn’t impale people like boar’s tusks, was overridden by the fool leading this hunt with him.

Jingyi had a real fear he was going to die before he even got the chance to embrace Sizhui as his husband. And it would all be because a certain vocal group of clan elders continued to drag their feet and punish Sizhui for being born a Wen and refusing to abandon his only living blood relative and Jingyi for being born Jingyi. 

A loud growl sounded from the west.

“I told you it was a demon,” Lan Qiang said.

“You said it was a ghost,” Jingyi said. He pulled out Senior Wei’s newest version of his compass. It revealed nothing. 

“Defective,” Lan Qiang said with a sniff. 

Sizhui made him promise not to start any fights in front of the Juniors. Not when they were so close to getting that certain group of elders to cave. Jingyi was to stay on his very best behavior.

Another growl. One that sounded distinctly like a boar and not a ghost or demon or fierce corpse.

“That way,” Lan Qiang said, sword already out, leading the group directly into what was probably the poor animal’s den.

Jingyi took a deep breath, resigned himself to the future injury he knew was coming, and followed them if only to save the fools from themselves.

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“Jingyi, you’re bleeding!”

Sizhui’s shocked voice was nearly as loud as the sound the doors had made when Jingyi shoved them open.

Yes, yes he was bleeding. He’d bled on the forest floor. And he’d bled flying on his sword back to the Cloud Recesses. And he’d bled on the mountain path and the entire walk to the conference chamber. He’d bled on every single night-hunt since he’d been separated from Sizhui, and while he’d gladly bleed for Sizhui until there was nothing left in him, he wouldn’t do the same for Lan Qiang and his merry band of Junior idiots.

Lan Jingyi was done.

“Yes, yes I am,” Jingyi said, not caring how shocked and outraged some of the elders looked. “Because, once again, even though I’ve requested not to be paired with disciples who have no practical working knowledge of the world, I was sent off with someone who should never leave the Library Pavilion. Because, once again, my orders were dismissed by an arrogant little fu--”

“Jingyi,” Sect Leader Lan warned.

“Apologies, Zewu-jun,” he said, bowing his head. “My experience was dismissed by a certain disciple who needs to relearn a few of our more valued lessons. Such as listening to those with more experience in a dangerous situation.” He cut his eyes to the small group of thrice-damned elders. “Still, none of this would happen if I was no longer separated from my cultivation partner.”

Sizhui pressed a hand to his side, using his energy to stop the bleeding.He nodded at Jingyi’s words. “We’ve been patient waiting for you to pick the date of the ceremony,” he said. He raised his head, voice and eyes gone cold. “We will follow the examples of our direct elders if one is not agreed upon soon.”

A rumble of disagreement came from the group of the elders responsible for holding up their public, official, marriage ceremony for so long. 

Sizhui and Jingyi had been respectful. They’d been patient. But at this rate, Jingyi really would be dead before he could even enjoy his marriage bed.

Lan Qiren held up his hands to silence the room. “We will not have an elopement again,” he said, eyes cutting to both of his nephews.

Zewu-jun gave his typical serene smile. “As stated before, I did not elope, just married in the manner of the Jiang sect.”

“Alone,” Lan Qiren said.

“Jin Ling was present,” Zewu-jun argued.

Lan Qiren turned to the grumbling elders. “Pick a date. The invitations will go out tomorrow.” His eyes turned to the open doors of the chamber. “Since our entire sect now knows.”

Jingyi turned around and found a group of slack-jawed Juniors staring at them.

He turned back to Sizhui. “I swear that was not my intention.”

“I already told my fathers that if they seperated us on one more night-hunt I was kidnapping you.”

“I offered to help,” Senior Wei said. 

“No more elopements,” Lan Qiren repeated. He nodded at Jingyi. “You are dismissed. Sizhui, tend to his wounds. And send in Lan Qiang.”

“Gladly,” Jingyi muttered. Despite it all he still gave his elders a respectful bow.

He leaned on Sizhui, ignored the shocked Juniors, smirked at a stammering Lan Qiang, and held his head high as they left the conference chamber.

“Is that a boar?” Sizhui asked.

“I offered to leave it with the villagers, but they insisted we take it as payment. I made the kids carry it back,” Jingyi said. “Damn thing almost ran me through.”

“It didn’t?” Sizhui asked. “Then why are you bleeding?”

“Because Lan Qiang doesn’t know how to use his sword.” He laughed. “In more ways than one, I’m certain.”

“Jingyi!” Sizhui chastised, but Jingyi knew his Sizhui well. He could hear the laughter in his voice. He brought Jingyi to their chambers; the two rooms had once been divided, but with Zewu-jun’s pointed helpful comments and official permission, they had long ago removed the wall between them.

“Sizhui,” he said as he watched him prepare their bath.

“Yes?”

“We’re finally getting married.”

Sizhui paused and then looked at him, his beautiful face overtaken by a blinding smile. “Yes, yes we are.”

“I love you,” Jingyi said.

Sizhui came to him, arms outstretched, and carefully pulled him into a kiss. “I would hope so. Now that everyone in the sect knows.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Jingyi said.

“You never do,” Sizhui said. He led him to the tub. “Now, come here. Let me properly see to that wound. You’re not dying on me now.”

[electricarmchair]

99 Songs I Listened To In 2018

1. The Lovin’ Spoonful – Summer in the City

2. Elliott Smith – Kiwi Maddog 50/50

3. Dick Dale – Misirlou

4. Cream – Tales Of Brave Ulysses

5. Ween – Buckingham Green

6. Mark Lanegan – The Winding Sheet

7. The Velvet Underground – I’ll Be Your Mirror

8. Gorillaz – Tranz

9. Queens Of The Stone Age – River In The Road

10. Kate Bush – Army Dreamers

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11. Tiny Tim – Livin’ In The Sunlight, Lovin’ In The Moonlight

12. Beck – Walls

13. Pixies – Gouge Away

14. The Zombies – Time Of The Season

15. The Beatles – A Taste Of A Honey

16. Focus – Hocus Pocus

17. Radiohead – 15 Steps

18. The Good, The Bad & The Queen – Green Fields

19. Johnny Cash – I’ve Been Everywhere

20. The Vaselines – Dying For It

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21. Raconteurs – Steady, As She Goes

22. John Frusciante, Josh Klinghoffer – The Afterglow

23. PJ Harvey ft. Thom Yorke – This Mess We’re In

24. Del Shannon – Runaway

25. The Doors – I Can’t See Your Face In My Mind

26. The Undertones – When Saturday Comes

27. Morphine – You Speak My Language

28. Stone Temple Pilots – Atlanta

29. Alt-J – Left Hand Free

30. Mono Puff – Guitar Was The Case

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31. My Morning Jacket – Touch Me I’m Going To Scream Pt.2

32. William Shatner – Common People

33. Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip – Beat That My Heart Skipped

34. David Bowie – Come And Buy My Toys

35. Pink Floyd – Paintbox

36. Slipknot – Spit It Out

37. Kyuss – Thee Ol’ Boozeroony

38. The Psychedelic Furs – Sister Europe

39. Neil Young – Old Man

40. Donovan – Goldwatch Blues

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41. Barnes & Barnes – The Little Man

42. The B-52’s – Rock Lobster

43. DEVO – The Day My Baby Gave Me A Surprize

44. The Turtles – Happy Together

45. Mogwai – Mogwai Fear Satan

46. Froth – Lost My Mind

47. The Smiths – Bigmouth Strike Again

48. They Might Be Giants – Nightgown Of The Sullen Moon

49. Flower Travellin’ Band – Satori Part I

50. Misfits, Jimmy Destri – Great Balls Of Fire

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51. Napoleon XIV – They’re Coming To Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa!

52. Pete Townshend – I Put A Spell On You

53. Tom Waits – Clap Hands

54. Gerard McMann – Cry Little Sister

55. Arcade Fire – Joan Of Arc

56. Lou Reed – This Magic Moment

57. The Von Bondies – C’mon C’mon

58. Angel Olsen – Sweet Dreams

59. Buzzcocks – Ever Fallen In Love (With Someone You Shouldn’t’ve)

60. The Coral – Bill McCai

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61. Charlie Daniels – The Devil Went Down To Georgia

62. Shel Silverstein – The Unicorn

63. The 5.6.7.8’s – Woo Hoo

64. The Reverend Horton Heat – Pride Of San Jacinto

65. Syd Barrett – Effervescing Elephant

66. The Soggy Bottom Boys – I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow

67. Meat Puppets – Split Myself In Two

68. Ten Years After – I’d Love To Change The World

69. The High Numbers – Zoot Suit

70. Daikaiju – The Trouble With Those Mothra Girls

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71. The Grande Bois – The Last Outpos

72. The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band – Shifting Sands

73. Steppenwolf – The Pusher

74. Love – Alone Again Or

75. Oysterhead – Little Faces

76. Edvard Grieg – In The Hall Of The Mountain King

77. Marilyn Manson – The Speed Of Pain

78. Oingo Boingo – The Imposter

79. Black Francis – Threshold Apprehension

80. Amanda Palmer – The Killing Type

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81. The Breeders – Cannonball

82. I Monster – The Blue Wrath

83. Van Der Graaf Generator – Killer

84. Screaming Trees – Make My Mind

85. Squeeze – Up The Junction

86. Einsturzende Neubauten – The Garden

87. Rupert Holmes – Escape (The Pina Colada Song)

88. Joanna Newsom - Sapokanikan

89. Elton John – I Need You To Turn To

90. Connan Mockasin – Egon Hosford

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91. Sex Bob-Omb – Threshold

92. The Coasters – Yakety Yak

93. Folk Implosion – Insinuation

94. Foo Fighters – Ballad Of The Beaconsfield Miners

95. She Wants Revenge – Red Flags And Long Nights

96. Amon Duul II – Archangel Thunderbird

97. Pink Frost – The Chills

98. David Arkenstone – The Fairy Ring

99. Michael Fassbender, The Soronprfrbs – I Love You All

[lovinglybaking]

12, 16, 17, 25

12. a song you can scream all the words to - ok heres a list: knee socks, pretty visitors, brick by brick, i bet u look good..., when the sun goes down, 505, d is for dangerous AND MANY MORE holy shit (arctit monkeys) // MR ROBINSONS QUANGO, song 2 ofc, girls n boys, parklife, JUBILEE, charmless man, n ong ong (blor) // PEOPLE R PEOPLE, master n servant, stripped, strangelove, personal pizza and RUSH (deposit mode) and bonus song is never gonna give you up

16. your favorite childhood song - i dont remember listenin to much music when i was little so i guess i knew you were trouble by taylor swift??? i loved it when i was 10/11

17. a song that reminds you of a good time - tbh the entirity of the magic whip by blur?? mostly lonesome street tho! because i always listened to it in the london underground when i went there for my birthday and now it always reminds me of london!

25. the song currently stuck in your head OR the song you are listening to right now - im currently listenin to saras song aka master n servant by deposit mode but one caress by the exact same band has been stuck in my head for a couple of hours now and earlier that day i had leave in silence by the same band stuck in my head and earlier earlier i had bigmouth strikes again by the smoths stuck in my head

thank u for sending TWO ASKS wow ur an actual angel 

send me a music ask uwu if u want 

[hecheng]

like ig out of all of them i’ve listened to harry styles the most, but i do like the 1975 too! my fave artists r currently nightly, taemin, upsahl, and niki! what are ur fave songs? nd i hope ur days been lovely!!! - your secret santa (2/2)

honestly your music taste is just mwaah. i love it, idk any of these artists but that just means it must be good bc mine is super basic!!

Oh bOy uhm i rlly like

she's got a way - billy joel

you - the 1975

bigmouth strikes again - the smiths

marutsuke - given

like i said, pretty basic and boring!!

i rlly hope you are doing well and that everything is going swimmingly!!

[tink-bell]

Write a crack!ship au for one of your characters. Definition of a crackship: seriously this shit can’t happen but in an alternate universe

let me just say this disturbs me on SO MANY LEVELS i feel dirty and this isn’t even that dirty of a thing !! 

AKA

Four times Tinker most definitely did not hook up and one time that they did.

I.

The party was loud and there was so many sweaty bodies. Tink was in the midst of them, loud bass thrumming through her body and only enhancing the high she currently felt. Nights like these were her favorite. Everything blurred together blending into one colorful evening accentuated with loud music and the feel of skin pressed together.

How many people had she enticed? How many had enticed her? There was no real way to tell. All she knew was that at some point a sensory overload had occurred and she had to get away. The newly dyed green haired pixie knew that if she didn’t she’d end up near fucking someone on what they called the dance floor. Really it was nothing more than a large living room with all the furniture pushed out of the way to create ample space for everyone to congregate and gyrate.

It was on this short breather that Tink first caught sight of the tall gangly boy. He was surrounded by a group of four, maybe five; the way Tink’s vision kept swimming certainly wasn’t helping her keep count but that didn’t matter. They were faces that she recognized from Pixie’s and from her classes at Uni. One boy she’d hooked up with multiple times, a girl she’d seen giving furtive glances. But it wasn’t any of those that mattered. It was the tall one, a barely there smirk on his lips as he smoked, that had drawn her attention. She moved quickly, with purpose, to stand in front of him. “Mind if I bum one?” She motioned to the cigarette that dangled between his lips with a raised eyebrow before grinning as he offered her one. 

She lit it easily with the offered lighter and then moved to lean against the low wall they were perched near. Discreetly she eyed him, taking him in further now that she was closer and he wasn’t wishy washy the way he had been. Spotting his shirt, she smirked fuller, even going so far as to huff a laugh. At the raised eyebrow she shook her head before speaking. “Bigmouth Strikes Again,” she said simply, nodding to the boy and his shirt.

II.

The second time they meet they’re both scavenging the racks of Scat Cat’s music shoppe. It was Tink’s day off from Pixie and she’d decided that it was high time to update her music collection. Not that it wasn’t banging anyways. Her taste in music was magnificent, even if she did say so herself. If it was recorded during the seventies or eighties, Tink had it. That was her niche.

There had been a rumor that Scat Cat had gotten something in that was precious and something she’d been looking for. It was the ‘67 London LP of Their Satanic Majesties Request and God was it beautiful. It would round out her collection and she was certainly ready to dish out the money for it. Even if it meant being a mite late on her rent that month. It’d be alright because the sweet, sweet voice of Mick Jagger could lull her into a false sense of security any day.

Course fate or whatever other bullshit you believed in would have it’s say as she neared the designated section for such a beauty. Lo’ and behold tall and gangly from a few weeks before was there, long spindly fingers traipsing over covers like they were piano keys. Tink immediately wondered what else those fingers were good at before inwardly chiding herself. Wouldn’t do to get all worked up inside of a record store with no one to help take care of her sudden need. There wasn’t even a dingy bathroom to retreat to with a stranger for a quickie.

Never the one to shy away from a cute boy or girl, Tink soldiered on. She wanted the vinyl, after all. And if she came away with a phone number there was nothing wrong with that.

“I’ll have to fight you if you take the Stones album. I’ve been waiting for Scat to get that in for ages,” she whispered, leaning close to him before taking a quick step back. Her face was alight with mirth and she waited for him to respond, grinning when he muttered about music elitists and hipsters, to which Tink took mock offense. “I may be a music elitist but I am no hipster, I assure you... I never did catch you’r name, you know.” She moved to stand next to him, her own fingers moving through the vinyls until she found what she was looking. For a moment she lingered, thinking he wasn’t going to answer her, before turning to head towards the register. “Berlioz. It’s, uh, it’s Berlioz.” He finally gave away, causing Tink to flash him a wide grin over her shoulder. “Tink. Catch you around, Berlioz.”

III.

It’s some months before Tink and Berlioz cross paths again. So much so that Tink begins to think he was just an illusion. A beautiful illusion that her mind made up to combat the fact she’s felt rather lonely the past couple of months. Not that there hadn’t been many that had graced her bed but other than that she felt she was missing something. A something she didn’t like to ever really examine because she was determined to be the free spirit she’d always been. There was no time for any sort of commitment. The biggest commitment in her life was Pixie’s and she had intended for it to stay that way.

Now when things became too much, when Tink felt that her thoughts would swallow her whole, she repeated the same pattern. Wallow for a bit the get high then grab a bottle of her favorite tequila then make her way to the park. Nothing stopped her in her quest. Not rain or snow or really windy days. The day it all eclipsed inside of her it was a wonderfully sunny day, odd for fall but Tink would take it, with billowy clouds that took shape. Blissed out of her mind, Tink had decided it’d be the perfect day to lay outside on the grass, head propped up by her tattered jean jacket.

Unlike the other times their paths had crossed, Berlioz approached Tink. There was no mistaking the bright hair of the faerie nor the absolutely tattered clothes she wore. The small faerie was so out of her mind that didn’t even really notice another had joined her until that deep voice broke through the haze of her thoughts. “Finding any cool shapes?” He’d asked. At the question Tink had laughed, instinctively curling towards the presence. “Found a crab with a top hat earlier. He looked right posh,” she hummed, resting her head against his shoulder as he laid out beside her.

They laid like that for what felt like only minutes, each one pointing out ridiculous cloud shapes and giggling, before the sun began to set. It made Tink sigh out softly as she stirred, blinking heavy eyes in the process. Really, she had felt comfortable with Berlioz, content to just lay there as her high worked it’s way through her. As it faded, though, she felt a sense of dread at having to walk away from this rather nice afternoon with him. “Feel like comin’ back to mine? Got some MJ and really good music. Unless you’re too cool to hang out with a music elitist,” she smirked. That smirk turned to a grin as Berlioz stood and nodded, motioning for her to lead the way.

IV.

Tink and Ber were nearly inseparable. Where one went the other could soon be found. Their now mutual friends called them disgusting, swore that sooner or later they’d get together. What they didn’t know though. Spoilers, darlings. Regardless, the pair spent more time together than they did apart. Tink wouldn’t have had it any other way. That place inside of her that had felt empty for so long, no longer felt that way. Slowly it had been filling, making instead a home for a certain tall and gangly boy.

It didn’t matter that there was an almost considerable age difference. Tink being twenty-four and Berlioz being just barely eighteen. What mattered was that they were comfortable around each other. Didn’t feel the need to pretend. They spent hours curled together, high as fuck, listening to music; new and old. It was all pretty G rated but TInk didn’t mind. This one relationship was fine without sex. It didn’t need to be defined by that because it just felt-- right.

But around the fifth month of their ‘hanging’ out dating Tink got her first inkling that things might actually progress to that level.

They’d gone to the Next Town Over for a proper night out. One that they didn’t have to be interrupted by any of their friends. God knew they’d crashed many a date in the past and really, Tink just wanted Berlioz to herself; just as much as Berlioz wanted Tink to himself. There wasn’t much of the movie that they could remember, most of it had been spent with eyes closed and lips pressed together, but from what they had seen it looked pretty boring. Something they could report to their friends when they eventually made their way back to Swynlake.

Phones shut off and retired to Tink’s flat for the evening, everything was going rather well. Tink had turned on the heater because it was cold as hell but they had still forgone most of their clothes as they laid buried under a fort of covers on her bed. Again, eyes had been closed and lips pressed together as hands roamed and explored, each set mapping out their partner with immense concentration.

Course that was when their friends most definitely used the key under the mat and came barging in, interrupting said explorations with very little dignity. Pouting while trying to cover her more exposed bits, she looked towards Berlioz with exasperation on her features as the gang all crowded around. “We need new friends.”

V.

While Tink had proven that most things come about from spontaneity, sometimes she liked to plan things. Those things included birthday celebrations, graduation celebrations, and other such things. Her favorite, of course, being birthdays. Luck had it that hers and Berlioz’s were mere days apart. Which meant that there were three days in which they could celebrate. An entire glorious weekend to be spent celebrating between their friends, themselves, and their family.

Two of those groups were quite tiring. So tiring. Especially family. Berlioz’s family definitely didn’t like her and Tink’s family was very partial to him. Best to say they’d be avoiding familial engagements altogether. 

It was their friends that proved to be the most tiring. The gang had all come together for a massive night out. There was booze, there was drugs, there were so many body pressed together until they all became one. It was an epic celebration. Something fit for the two of them. Only they would have preferred to be have celebrated by themselves. Something small rather than large and raucous. It was nice, though, and they thoroughly enjoyed the time spent with friends and each other; the two of them pressed tight together in an attempt to shut out the world.

The last of the celebrations were their favorite. It was just them, hidden from the world in Berlioz’s studio. He’d wanted to show Tink something and she readily agreed. In her opinion Berlioz would be the next Bowie or Prince. He had an ear she wished she’d had. An ear and an ability to put different components together into something... incredible. Plus she loved being able to say that she was dating a musician. Something only made better by the way Ber looked whenever he had an instrument in hand. Just pure bliss, nirvana right there in front of her.

But just as she could get side tracked in his music, she could also get side tracked in him. In the way his lips felt against hers or the steady and sure way his hands moved along her body. Tink was not a firm believer in delayed gratification, she preferred her gratification instant thank you very much, but this... Putting this off with Berlioz, all those interruptions and delays, it had been worth it. Every single nerve ending was on fire, bringing her nothing but complete pleasure as they went along slowly. 

Clothes were discarded slowly, not carefully, thrown over chairs and equipment. There was laughter and teasing quips as they both chased something that was always just out of their reach. It was built up passion, desire, want. Everything Tink had been chasing all those months ago built into this one boy who had somehow made a place for himself inside of her, moving constantly within her. It was a push and pull, give and take, both reaching and reaching for release. And when it finally came they collapsed into a heap together, curling around one another until they couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended. 

[jawnkeets]

1, 12, 14 &19 :)

from this post

1. if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?

ok will doubtless miss stuff but

read: t.s. eliot (esp prufrock, the waste land and preludes), f. scott fitzgerald (esp the great gatsby, but this side of paradise and the beautiful and the damned both also massive affected me), philip larkin (it is exceptionally difficult to choose specific poems as he may be my favourite poet of all time, but high windows and an arundel tomb changed my life), virginia woolf (mrs dalloway especially but also to the lighthouse), sand and foam - kahlil gibran, william blake (esp songs of innocence and experience ofc), rainer maria rilke (again, literally anything by rilke, but sunset was my first ever favourite poem when i was 9 or 10 and letters to a young poet is stunning and completely beyond description. edward snow’s translation of the book of hours is also beautiful), as i walked out one evening - w. h. auden (i think i was maybe 10 or 11 when i first read this poem, and it contained my first ever favourite stanza: ‘o stand, stand at the window / as the tears scald and start; / you shall love your crooked neighbour / with your crooked heart.��), jerusalem – jez butterworth, raymond carver (esp cathedral, why don’t you dance?, and i could see the smallest things), 1984 – george orwell, the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde - robert louis stevenson, oscar wilde (esp the picture of dorian gray and de profundis, which near ruined me but it’s also one of the most moving pieces of writing i’ve ever had the privilege to read. the importance of being earnest and an ideal husband as well), the rime of the ancient mariner – coleridge, to his coy mistress – marvell, to the virgins – herrick, the road not taken and stopping by woods on a snowy evening – robert frost, somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond and [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] – e. e. cummings, percy shelley (esp one word is too often profaned), franz kafka (esp the metamorphosis), the raven – edgar allan poe, frankenstein – mary shelley, keats (esp ode to a nightingale - !!!!!!! - but also ode on a grecian urn, la belle dame sans merci, bright star…)

watch: bright star, wilde (1997), the forever dolphin love music video, these videos have been hugely influential on me this year, i hugely repsect artaud and theatre of cruelty (wish i’d seen this live), a production of jez butterworth’s jerusalem, any wilde play, berkoff’s the metamorphosis and the trial. also tangled and the hunchback of notre dame (disney version) lol. i’m pretty out of ideas tbh i don’t rly watch much tv/ youtube/ netflix etc. i like most kinds of theatre tho

listen to (not necessarily my favourite songs/ artists, but these have all had a huge influence on me at some point in my life and a few hav stories behind them): ms – alt-j, minipops 67 [120.2] [source field mix] – aphex twin, chopin’s nocturnes, bloc party (especially this modern love, positive tension, uniform, signs, ion square and eden), jesus christ – brand new, connan mockasin (esp megumi the milkyway above, faking jazz together and forever dolphin love (inc the music video)), crystal castles (esp enth and insulin and concrete and fleece and sadist), diiv (esp doused, oshin (subsume), and valentine), oh devil – electric guest, one more robot / sympathy 3000-21 – the flaming lips, foals (esp hummer, alabaster, 2 trees, spanish sahara and what went down), grimes (esp kill v. maim, venus fly, go, genesis, world

12. dog person or cat person?

cat person if i had 2 pick but i also love dogs!!!

14. are you a musician?

i’m grade 8 cello but haven’t played v much this year unfortunately bc after i did all the grades a levels, deadlines, learning to drive etc became more pressing and urgent and i’ve also been focusing as much time as i can on lit. additionally i play piano and self-taught guitar, and used to write songs and perform covers but not so much anymore, i prefer poetry lol. so in short my musicianship’s a little dusty

19. which Harry Potter house would you be in? or are you a muggle?

ravenclaw my dudes!!!

thank u so much for sending anon :+) sorry abt the length of the answer

[alystraea]

I was tagged by @grundyscribbling (long, long ago - I meant to do this earlier but got distracted by work & painting)

You can tell a lot about a person based on what kind of music they listen to.

Rules: Put your music library on shuffle. List the first ten songs that come up, then tag ten people.

I honestly don’t listen to my music that much (the soundtrack in my head keeps going all day long) and I’ve never done a shuffle before, so the results were rather surprising:

1.     Dare You to Move (Switchfoot) 2.     Carmina Burana: In Trutina (Orff) 3.     Running Up That Hill (Kate Bush) 4.     Bigmouth Strikes Again (The Smiths) 5.     You’re the Voice (John Farnham) 6.     Victorious (Gateway Worship) 7.     No More ‘I Love You’s’ (Annie Lennox) 8.     Harp Concerto, Opus 25:1, Allegro Giusto (Alberto Ginastera) 9.     My God Reigns (ALM:uk) 10.  Jesus it is You (True Worshippers)

I enjoyed the mix. So now I’m listening to the playlist more - and keeping it permanently on shuffle!

So sorry I can’t recall who’s already been tagged or done this already. And if you don’t do this kind of thing, it’s fine. 

I tag @cinemairon, @ingvildschageart, @siadea, @earendil-was-a-mariner, @eringobragh96, @thegreencarousel, @mythlorn-art,  @elroskingofnumenor, @first-son-of-finwe, @alackofghosts

[novemberhush]

Hello! 37-41 please and thank you.

Hey, nonny! Sorry it took me a couple of days to answer these, to be honest I'm still trying to work out my top 10 favourite songs! Thanks for the ask!🙂

37) Do you read a lot? What's your favourite book?

Not as much as I used to, unfortunately. Well, books, that is! I was an avid reader when I was younger but these days books seem to have fallen by the wayside in favour of fanfic. As for favourite books, I'm terrible at picking a favourite anything, but ‘Bitter Eden’ by Tatamkhulu Afrika is one I love. I stumbled across it in the library one day a few years ago, checked it out, read it in a night and immediately ordered my own copy. 

Based on Afrika's own capture in North Africa after the fall of Tobruk, and of his experiences in Italy and Germany as a prisoner of war in WWII, it deals with three men who must negotiate the emotions that are brought to the surface by the physical closeness of survival in male-only camps. (Yeah, you probably don't need me to tell you where this is going.) 

It's unflinching and beautifully spare. Not a word is wasted, in keeping with the private, taciturn nature of the narrator, Tom Smith, a complex, conflicted Afrikaner wrestling with the notions of masculinity ingrained in him by society and the mores of the time and his feelings for fellow POW, Danny, an Englishman. 

He also has to deal with the overly solicitous and ultimately suffocating friendship of Douglas, another prisoner whose life Tom saved and whose overbearing gratitude, cloying affection and attention Tom finds repulsive, as well as all the hardships that come with being a POW. The question is, if they survive the war what will happen to them then?

The last line hit me like a punch to the gut. (Please don't jump ahead and read it. It won't make sense until you've read the rest of the book, but it will spoil the emotional impact it would otherwise have had on you.) So, yeah, that's definitely up there on my list of favourite books. 

38) Money or brains?

In me or a partner? Well, ideally both would be nice, but I'd like to think I'd put brains before money, in either myself or anyone else.

39) Do you have a nickname? What is it?

I've had a few over the years, and I can generally pinpoint when and where someone knows me from depending on what they call me, but all I'm willing to give here is Dee, which is a shortened version of my full first name (and, no, I'm not telling you what that is!).

40) How many times have you been to hospital?

I have been for x-rays and things like that, but I've never had to stay overnight in hospital (at least not as a patient).

41) Top 10 favourite songs 

I really couldn't give you a top 10 so I'll just give you my current top 10 most listened to tracks on my iPod, but that's really only a snapshot because I listen to music in many other ways, on other devices, etc.

1) Here at the Right Time - Josh Ritter

2) The Temptation of Adam - Josh Ritter 

3) Portions for Foxes - Rilo Kiley 

4) Red Light Spells Danger - Billy Ocean

5) Bigmouth Strikes Again - The Smiths

6) The Balcony - The Rumour Said Fire

7) Train in Vain (Stand By Me) - The Clash

8) Keep The Car Running - Arcade Fire

9) Wagon Wheel - Old Crow Medicine Show

10) Rush Hour - Joyrider

And that's your lot, nonny! 😘

[kimmikki]

6-10

QUESTIONS TO GET TO KNOW ME ( accepting ! )

6 — who is your all-time favorite character? why exactly? do you relate to them, and how?

mulan ! i mean , i’m aware that she was a real person , but as a child i didn’t know that and only heard the legend ( then watched the disney film ). ishe was a fighter too , she didn’t follow the pre-determined path and frankly she kicked ass . no man could measure up , not in skill nor intelligence and so i admired her for that . 

7 — is there anything you believe in? what is it? why do you believe in it? can you tell us something that explains this belief?

aliens , most probably . the universe is too fucking huge for us to be alone . to be honest i don’t dwell on crap like that often , but yeah . aliens . oh and that illuminati shit . can’t ignore the facts . 

8 — you are locked in a room until the day you die, and have a choice to spend this time with one person. will you choose someone? if yes, who is it? why?

i was going to say my little brother , but as much as i love him i don’t know if i’d be able to handle only him for the rest of my life . you end up getting pissed off and grouchy and i need my damn space . i’d prefer to be by myself , probably end up batshit crazy but at least i won’t ruin any relationships with my moody ass. 

9 — what is the book that got you into reading, if there even is one? what was so special about it? when did you read it?

i used to read a lot when i was younger but i stopped . since then there’s been only one book i’ve bothered to read : “ the hen who dreamed she could fly ” by hwang sun mi . it was fucking beautiful . i wish i could find the passion to read once again , but it’s hard when you’re overworked or drunk . 

10 — what is the song i have to listen to so i could know you better?

bigmouth strikes again by the smiths ? bad reputation by joan jett ? ddang by suran ? maybe a mix of all three — or maybe someone should write a song about me to perfectly capture the essence of my beautiful existence .