#birdtalker

[mirroredroads]

on reconnecting with one's self. Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us / Isao Takahata's Only Yesterday (1991) / Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947 / @sha963 / Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous / Untitled (2022), Sung Hwa Kim, soft pastels and acrylic on paper / Better in the Morning, Birdtalker / Untitled (2022), Sung Hwa Kim, soft pastels and acrylic on paper / Jenn Givhan, from “The Decision”

[everywriterneedsfanart]

The body will hold on Frank Turner, The Fisher King Blues // Don DeLilo, White Noise // Maurice Pirenne, Evening // The Crane Wives, How to Rest // Richard Siken // StarParkDesigns // Birdtalker, Heavy // Dan Clandenin, The Voice of God

[sleepyeladrin]

"And as I drop my defences you start to crack a smile, are you a blue healer?"

Eithril and Draemaor not long after they first met, she saved his life after a deadly attack and healed him back to health

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

Misery Fell (Tally Hall)

Can you feel the/Force that it brings not to worry 'bout things?/Just the stars in the sky all enjoying their time/All the people that kiss, all the children that wish/All the fresh living flowers that spend all their hours/Outside in the rain, just so happy you came

"The vibes man. It's a town that laments that they didn't so anything with their lives, likely due to a faith in a higher power. now they wish for change, but the singer berates them, saying that they had their time, they just didn't enjoy it."

Better In The Morning (Birdtalker)

I learned shame when I was young/I will do better in the morning/Choked libido fucked me up I will do better in the morning/Suck me dry you uptight fakers/You stole from me lovemaking I'm always left with a taste in my mouth/I will do better in the morning

"This song perfectly encapsulates my feelings of growing up closeted in a conservative community. "I learned shame when I was young" and now I'm stuck in this cycle, but I am trying to improve and be more true to myself."

[victoriouscabaret]

Happy Tuesday! 🤍

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

This Rotten Work Playlist: Lefstebany Acosta!

As @evelynhug0 so kindly requested, I'm going to release each of the main character playlists (and one for the main ship, Rachel and Daiyu) once a week leading up to the release of the book!

Fourth up is Lefstebany "Stebbie" Acosta. Though a Render by magical gift, she is damned if she will let anything disturb her pacifist values. The best friend of a hot-tempered Chosen One and in love with a man who thinks that Mountain Dew is the height of cuisine can sometimes make this difficult, not to mention having to survive a death tournament her freshman year of high school. Being the most well-adjusted of any of the graduates of the Academy of the Rising Sun doesn't mean that she doesn't deal of nightmares of her own; it just means that she's more able to call out Rachel and Zell when they start spiralling.

Excerpt:

Stebbie’s a Healer. Well, more accurately, she’s a Render: someone who can manipulate the insides of bodies, coaxing veins and tissues and cells to heal or fray further. Headmaster Nightbane had the same powers, though he used his very differently.

Stebbie’s nothing like the Headmaster. She hates violence. She loathes the idea of bringing harm to anyone, even those who hurt her. She refuses to use her powers for anything but healing, and as far as the Academy was aware, that’s all she was able to use it for. She was constantly kept at the bottom of the class in battle classes, thus preventing her from ever breaking into the top ranks of students despite her clear academic superiority. The Academy under Julien Nightbane treated healers like the lowest of the low, practically useless. Even Katalyn was considered higher than her, as Katalyn would at least participate in battle training. 

It rankled Stebbie, going from the top of her middle school class to so low at the Academy of the Rising Sun, but she refused to give up her pacifist values for anything. She made it through the Tournament entirely by her survival skills instead of by violence.

Her punk aesthetic actually comes from that attitude. Punk, Stebbie likes to tell Zell and I, is about revolting against the system by being kind, treating people better than the system wants you to. It’s about hanging fairy lights and clay calaveras skulls on the walls of the living room, about caring about those who no one else cares about.

@snazzy-hats-and-adhd @blufox3542 @neshatriumphs @khruschevshoe @weedpoop @thesirhandsome-tepalehuia @sillylittlecheeto @nefertittti @henrythepug @meet-me-behindthemall12 @aboutblankpages-blog-blog @artemisiaarm @profiterole-reads @marchionessdebrannas @harrietmjones @thearcaneuniversity @little-bloodied-angel @artemisbones @jacksope-lives @fleuranna @shehungthemoon @spacecatrainshell @celestedeluna @thefiresofpompeii @gerardway-jpeg @fleuranna @smokecloudsandrollingpapers @idealuk @aceumbrellaheroes @evelynhug0 @madhare0512 @fool-for-luv @nealmcclure @elposting @mikereads @corvidspectre @thanatosdetesreves @sapphicsigh @ameliapondmd @possumsmushroom

[theinfinitedivides]

Work Song and Better in the Morning holding hands with their opening vocals choir backing track and same key signature my beloveds

[playlists-in-fall]

- folk adjacent songs

all the best debts - fever dolls

change and change and change and change - the airborne toxic event

cherry - morningsiders

civil war - the arcadian wild

cocaine and abel - the airborne toxic event

deep river blues - doc watson

ends of the earth - lord huron

fare the well (dink’s song) - oscar isaac

flowers - james spaite

from dusk to dawn - fever dolls

golden dandelions - barns courntey

graveclothes - birdtalker

hang me, oh hang me - oscar isaac

hey, runner! - the arcadian wild

i iv v - don mccloskey

kickin’ da leaves - judah & the lion

knockin’ - carolina chocolate drops

moonshine - hippo campus

not dead yet - lord huron

oh, sleeper - the arcadian wild

poor isaac - the airborne toxic event

starcrossed losers - the fratellis

stella - cereus bright

subterranean homesick blues - the lumineers

tell it like it is - the arcadian wild

there is a time - the dillards

wander. wonder. - the arcadian wild

[khruschevshoe]

Wee John Feeney and Mel Spriggs

Are you feeling fearful brother?

Are you feeling fearful sister?

The only way to lose that fearful feeling

Replace it with love that's healing

Leave what's heavy

What's heavy behind

-Birdtalker, Heavy

Wee John nods. "They all like to joke, but they're completely accepting that I don't want what they have."

Mel startles. "You don't?"

Wee John. "Never have, never will. Tried it once or twice and it never fit quite right. I've got Frenchie for a snuggle buddy when I need a hug, but sex and romance? Not really my thing. Knitting and arson are more my speed."

Mel can't help but grin. "Those are the perfect combination."

"You can often find the perfect combination where you're least looking," Wee John says as he reaches down into his knitting bag and pulls out- is that a set of gloves? They are certainly a strange pair, fingerless things that are a strange patchwork of leather and blue wool knit that she's never quite seen the likes of before.

Then, to her shock, Wee John holds them out to her.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, while you were out there weighing odds (I was imploding the mirage)

My asexual aromantic power duo. As an asexual lesbian, their friendship means so much to me. I love that Mel gets to have a queer journey where she finds someone else like herself, that the crew accepts them both in their entirety, and the fact that they knit things for each other and then Wee John MAKES MEL HER BANDANNA FROM FABRIC THAT THE REST OF THE CREW CONTRIBUTES and I just have a lot of feels, y'know?

Shout out to @polikate, who is also a big fan of the Wee John & Mel dynamic!

@angxlwiings @possumsmushroom @bricksbloggyplace

[cumburgler]

Listen to the sound of my beating heart.

Living in your chest.

Let it take you back to the start

Where we were was enough

Take a closer look at our ego other

I know I'll find us hiding

Baby, I know we can rediscover

We're coming back to just this

Too many days we've been apart

Yeah I've been gone for too long

[lockscreenlyrics]

better in the morning - birdtalker

[tape-deck]

eddie.

[dearestlyrics]

tired and worn from the patterns i've carved

i will do better in the morning