#bittersweet tn

[fairweathermyth]

to free the flame from burnin' up inside to thunder like a motorcycle headed down the line to eat, to weep, to lay me down so sweet to sow, to reap, or to let our glasses clink to time, to time, to time

[playthatthing]

well, how good was this last night too

[newmusickarl]

Top 50 Albums of 2022

11. This Is A Photograph by Kevin Morby

Before 2022, I incredibly had never heard of American singer-songwriter Kevin Morby or listened to any of his music – at least that I can recall anyway.

Whilst he may not be the most well-known artist here in the UK, with six acclaimed albums to his name and a regular output over the last decade, I’m surprised it took this long for his music to find me. However as fate would have it, another excellent recommendation from good Twitter pal Kiley Larsen (@Kilarzleesen) would land Morby’s majestic seventh studio album in my lap back in May.  Since then, it has remained in regular rotation the whole year after completely blowing me away on that memorable first listen.

Born out of a fear for his own mortality, which became heightened during lockdown and after his father collapsed before a family dinner in early 2020, This Is A Photograph is a deeply personal and deeply nostalgic tour de force. Wrapped in the warm folk, rock and country sounds you would associate with Tennessee, Morby shares family stories whilst also diverting into Memphis’ own tragic tales and wider historical folklore. Packed front-to-back with beautifully written songs and enriching sonic gifts from the Middle America region, it’s a darkly pensive but ultimately uplifting and hopeful experience.

With strong shades of legends Bob Dylan and Mike Scott throughout in both his vocal performances and his narrative songwriting, there’s also a real timelessness about This Is A Photograph. Not only will it keep you enraptured from beginning to end, but you will also constantly be coming back for more once it’s over. Powered by a stunning, gospel-tinged first half that includes must-hear moments such as the thunderous, foot-stomping title track, the gorgeous Erin Rae featuring Bittersweet TN andthe bluesy harmonica of Disappearing, it’s frequently wonderful with not a dull moment to be heard.

Morby manages to keep the momentum going in the second half too, with the strings steadily swelling in the background of Five Easy Pieces before he eventually unleashes the full power of his vocals around the three-minute mark, belting out a hair-raising cry of “how do you make a bad time last?” Stop Before I Cry which then arrives late on in the tracklist is probably the best song on the whole record for me. Built around gentle pianos, more soaring strings and an enduring melody, it is just magnificent in every single way. After the hazy cooing harmonies of It’s Over, stripped-back closer Goodbye To Good Times brings everything beautifully full circle with the closing few lines:

“Well, this is a photograph, A window to the past, Of a family growing old, Inside the boxing ring of time, In Bittersweet, Bittersweet, Bittersweet, Tennessee”

This may have been my first Kevin Morby album, but I feel like I have made up for lost time with the amount I’ve played this record throughout 2022. In any other year, this album would have likely cracked my Top 10 – it’s touching, heartfelt and tenderly crafted brilliance from start to finish.

Best tracks: Stop Before I Cry, Bittersweet TN, This Is A Photograph

Listen here

[wayward-sherlock]

so sorry for showing up in your inbox unannounced but i need you to know that i read “me trick or treating tn (i was max) vs my brother (he was a cactus)” and just burst out laughing that is the funniest mental image to meeeeeeee ok that’s all hope you had so much fun tn!! 🫡

hi suni!! no worries, you’re always welcome in my ask box :) announced or unannounced 🫶

AJSNDKDK THAT IS SO FUNNY im sure we were quite a sight. girl [?] in an obviously niche costume, wearing 80s clothes, a walkman, and blood under her [?] eyes and a dude walking around looking like a cactus. i wish i could share the pics of us together bc our fits went so hard 😎 halloween is so silly and i love it so much.

[hrina]

also i finished the mistborn trilogy and um…

[bunny-1111]

I can hear the bells TN x reader

Theo Nott Oneshot.

...

There he was in all his glory, smile beaming, hair slicked back with that effortless elegance that made your heart flutter. A vision of what you’d always yearned for: Theodore Nott, standing at the altar, looking as if he’d just stepped out of your wildest daydreams.

You inhale deeply, the air thick with the scent of roses and whispered promises. This is it—you’re really getting married. It felt so surreal.

As you glance around the room, the soft glow of candlelight dances on the polished wood, casting a warm hue over the gathered friends and family, their smiles like sunshine piercing through clouds. Each face reflects the joy of the moment, but all you can focus on is him. Your heart pounds in your chest as you look down at your bouquet, a cascade of white peonies and deep crimson roses, the perfect contrast to your dress.

Finally, you lift your gaze, locking eyes with Theo. In that instant, the world falls away, and it's just the two of you. His deep-set eyes glimmer with unshed tears, his expression a mixture of awe and love. As you begin to recite your vows, emotion swells in your throat, choking you up. You can’t help but tear up as you promise him forever, your voice thick with emotion.

Theodore’s voice wavers as he speaks his vows to you, each word heavy with sincerity, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. It’s perfect; he is perfect.

“Now, you may kiss the bride,” a voice rings out, and you feel your heart leap as you lean into him. The kiss is electric, sweeping you off your feet and igniting a spark deep within. You melt into him, the world around you fading as the bells start to ring, echoing joyously through the air, a symphony to mark your union.

Chime, chime, chime.

You pull back, breathless and beaming, your hands entwined with his as you walk down the aisle, the bells ringing louder, enveloping you in their sweet sound.

But then—

“Shouldn’t they have stopped playing those bells by now?” you laugh, turning to Theo, whose smile is contagious.

He only grins, leaning in closer, but your vision starts to blur, and the sweet sound of the bells is still there, persistent, relentless.

Chime, chime, chime.

“Turn off the alarm, darling,” Theodore murmurs, sleep heavy in his voice as he turns over, arms wrapping around you tighter.

“Hmmm,” you respond, half-asleep, trying to shake the haze of slumber from your mind. The dream had to be real—the bell’s chime still reverberating in your ears, a lingering memory of what you had just experienced.

“Baby, the alarm,” Theodore repeats, his voice a gentle rumble as he leans over to turn it off. Reality crashes in, and you realise you’ve dreamt it all. It wasn’t wedding bells; it was your fucking alarm.

With a groan, you rub your eyes, staring at your surroundings—the familiarity of your room and the warmth of Theo beside you, warm and bare.

“What’s wrong?” he growls, pulling you back against his chest, his voice laced with sleep.

“No,” you whine, a small cry escaping as the weight of disappointment settles in your chest. You can almost feel the dream slipping away like sand through your fingers. It had been so perfect; you really thought it was real.

Theodore senses your distress, feeling your face scrunch against him. “Baby, what’s wrong?” His voice is soft, laced with sleepy concern.

“I was having the best dream—we were getting married and—” you begin, the memory washing over you like a warm tide, bittersweet and beautiful.

“Oh, hunny,” he coos, his voice soothing as he runs a hand through your hair. “Go back to sleep and dream on. It will happen, alright?” He tightens his hold around your waist, grounding you in the moment.

“Let’s just finish school first, alright? Go back to sleep,” he mumbles, his breath warm against your neck, pulling you closer as the remnants of your dream linger in the air.

You huff, shutting your eyes tightly, desperate to conjure the enchanting imagery of your wedding day once more. You long to drift back into that blissful dream.

[alyrasturnz]

hear me out. i feel like the triplets would wna keep their relationship private bcz the fandom is just crazy.. so can u write a matt x reader fanfic about illicit affairs by ts and jst make it abt matt wanting to keep his relationship private w/reader but reader is just absolutely fed up

 ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ILLICIT AFFAIRS

❐ summary » matt, a figure of immense fame, fears the wrath of his fans. he hides y/n away to protect her from their potential scorn, but this veil of privacy leaves y/n feeling unwanted and ashamed, as if matt is embarrassed to acknowledge her as his girlfriend.

❐ pairings » influencer!matt x fem!reader

❐ warnings » toxic relationship, suggestive at the beginning but no smut, arguments (resolved)

❐ a/n && w/c » double update tn! • 2.81k

your fingers, like delicate tendrils of ivy, were entwined in matt's tousled hair, each strand a silken thread in the fabric of your connection.

your back pressed firmly against the cool, unyielding wall, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from his body. his hands, with a mind of their own, traced a path of desire, finally resting at your waist, anchoring you in the moment, a silent promise of intimacy and unspoken words.

your lips were entwined, a union of fervent longing, as your tongues engaged in a bittersweet dance, swirling together like two celestial bodies caught in an eternal orbit, each movement a symphony of passion and unspoken desire, a delicate balance of tenderness and intensity.

"matt..." you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath, as his lips embarked on a journey down your neck, each kiss a tender exploration, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, a testament to the unspoken bond that tethered your hearts together in that fleeting moment.

"i know, baby, i know," he whispers, his hot breath fanning your neck, sending shivers down your spine and making your insides tingle with a mix of anticipation and longing, each word a caress that resonated deep within your soul.

you let out soft sighs, each one a whisper of your growing desire, feeling your core heat up with an intensity that seemed to ignite every fiber of your being, a slow burn that consumed you from within.

but the fragile moment was abruptly shattered by the intrusive ringing of matt’s phone, a jarring reminder of the outside world that pierced through the delicate cocoon of intimacy you had woven around yourselves.

matt's lips reluctantly departed from your skin, leaving you to groan softly at the sudden, aching void where his touch had once ignited a symphony of sensations.

matt retrieved his phone from his pocket with a swift, almost reluctant motion, bringing it to his ear. "hello?" he uttered, his voice tinged with a hint of impatience, the single word breaking the spell of the moment.

"where are you?" nick's voice crackled with exasperation, each word laced with urgency. "come to the warehouse! you're late," he demanded, the frustration palpable in his tone.

matt's eyes widened in sudden realization, swiftly ending the call and hastily shoving his phone back into his pocket, his movements marked by a frantic urgency.

his eyes met yours, lingering for a fleeting moment before he pressed one final, tender kiss upon your lips.

then, with a reluctant sigh, he turned and walked away, each step echoing the unspoken words left between you.

your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you trailed after him, "matt! where are you going?" you called out, your voice a blend of concern and bewilderment.

"i'm sorry, i have to go to the warehouse," matt said hurriedly, his hands fumbling to put on his coat.

you stood there, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and concern, watching as he prepared to leave.

"i can go with you?" you say softly, your voice tinged with a mixture of hope and uncertainty, as he turns to you with an expressionless gaze, his eyes betraying a hint of inner turmoil.

"we both know that you can't," he murmurs gently, his voice barely above a whisper, as he retrieves his phone, the action a silent punctuation to his words.

"why can't i? it doesn't have to always be like th—" you begin to protest, your voice tinged with desperation, but your words are abruptly silenced as he captures your lips in a sudden, fervent kiss.

matt broke apart, his lips lingering just a moment longer before disconnecting from yours. he glanced at his phone one last time, a sigh escaping his lips.

"i'll make it up to you, i swear," he murmured softly, his voice filled with a blend of regret and determination.

with a final, fleeting look, he pivoted and left your apartment, leaving you alone with your swirling thoughts.

you roll your eyes, a heavy sigh escaping your lips as you make your way to the couch. with a resigned slump, you plop down onto it, the cushions embracing your weary form.

you stare at the ceiling, your mind a turbulent sea of thoughts racing at breakneck speed, each one colliding and merging into the next in a relentless cascade.

you were good enough to be with him, to share those intimate moments cloaked in secrecy, but not good enough to be seen with him, to be acknowledged in the light of day?

everything about him was a labyrinth of contradictions, each twist and turn leaving you more bewildered. it irritated you to no end.

but you weren't sure if it was his erratic behavior that grated on your nerves, or if it was the haunting realization that you would willingly shatter yourself into a million tiny pieces for him, over and over again.

and you knew, with an unsettling clarity, that he was acutely aware of this truth.

he was the axis around which your world revolved, yet he moved through his existence as if you were but a fleeting shadow, an inconsequential wisp in the vast expanse of his indifference.

you would find yourself ensnared in the labyrinth of his bedsheets throughout the night, only to awaken to the cold, empty expanse where his warmth once lingered, a silent testament to his absence.

he sought the sanctuary of secrecy, believing it to be a fortress shielding you from harm, yet this very concealment has only served to fracture your spirit further, each hidden truth a dagger driving deeper into the chasms of your heart.

»--•--«

matthew.sturniolo sent a message: Hey sweetheart

matthew.sturniolo sent a message: Just got out of my meeting. I’m on my way

matthew.sturniolo sent a message: See you in a few

the doorbell echoed through the house, a resonant chime that seemed to ripple through the very walls, heralding the arrival of matt.

you sprayed on your perfume, the delicate mist swirling and dancing in the air, leaving a fragrant trail that lingered in your room like an ethereal presence. with a graceful motion, you carefully placed the bottle back on your vanity, its glass reflecting the soft light as if capturing the essence of the moment.

you reserve this perfume for the clandestine rendezvous with matt, each spritz a silent oath to the secrecy of your bond. the scent, meticulously chosen, never clings to your clothes, a deliberate act to preserve the veil of mystery that shrouds your relationship.

you gaze into the mirror, eyes tracing the familiar contours of your reflection. with a measured inhale, you draw in the air, feeling it fill your lungs, fortifying your resolve before you rise from your seat.

your heels resonate against the hardwood floor, each clank a rhythmic prelude to your approach. as you reach the door and open it, your eyes meet the sight of matt, casually leaning against the doorway, his presence both familiar and electrifying.

he smiled, his eyes twinkling with a secret understanding, and extended his hand towards you. with a gentle yet deliberate motion, you placed your hand in his, feeling the warmth of his touch as you both stepped out of your apartment, the world beyond awaiting your shared journey.

on the descent, matt animatedly recounted the details of his recent meeting, weaving tales of ambitious plans for his channel. yet, as his words flowed around you, your mind drifted to distant realms, consumed by thoughts that lay far beyond the present moment.

you harbored a quiet hope that you could broach the subject of going public with matt, the weight of your unspoken words pressing against your chest as you sought the right moment to voice them.

»--•--«

"alright," matt murmured, his voice tinged with an unspoken melancholy as he gently shifted the car into park. you sat beside him, your gaze lost in the horizon, the distant landscape a silent witness to the myriad of emotions swirling within you.

matt observed your demeanor, his eyebrows knitting together in concern. "hey, are you alright? you seem a bit off..." he inquired, his voice laced with a subtle blend of worry and curiosity, as if trying to unravel the intricate tapestry of your thoughts.

you sighed, turning to face him, your eyes reflecting the weight of unspoken burdens. "i'm tired, matt," you confessed, your words cutting through the silence with a raw honesty, laying bare the exhaustion that had settled deep within your soul.

"are you sleepy? i can take you back home and we can just go again tomorrow—" he began, his voice tinged with confusion, but you cut him off before he could finish.

"no matt, i’m exhausted. i'm tired of this clandestine relationship," you declared, your voice quivering with suppressed emotion. "i can't keep being someone you cherish only in the shadows! i want us to be so much more than—than this ambiguous existence!" you finally erupted, each word escalating in fervor, mirroring the depth of your yearning and dissatisfaction.

"y/n..." matt murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper, laden with a mixture of bewilderment and tenderness.

your eyes searched his for a glimmer of understanding. "i can't keep doing this—concealing our relationship as if it's something to be ashamed of," you confessed, your voice heavy with the weight of unspoken truths.

matt sighed, running a hand through his hair in a gesture of frustration. "it's not that i'm ashamed of you, y/n. it's just—my fans can be intense. i'm terrified they'll come after you if we go public," he admitted, his voice laden with a mixture of concern and helplessness.

your heart ached at his words, a mix of frustration and sadness welling up inside you. "so what? we just keep pretending we're nothing more than friends? i feel like i'm living a lie."

he looked at you, his expression torn. "i'm trying to protect you. you don't understand the kind of backlash that could come your way."

"maybe i don't," you said, your voice rising. "but what i do understand is that i can't keep being your secret. it feels like you're more concerned about your image than our relationship."

matt's face softened, but the conflict in his eyes remained. "it's not about my image. it's about your safety. i care about you too much to see you get hurt."

"and i care about you too," you replied, tears threatening to spill over. "but i need to feel like i'm a part of your life, not just a hidden chapter. if you truly care about me, you'll trust that we can face this together."

the room fell silent again, the weight of your words hanging in the air as matt grappled with his fears and your plea for honesty.

your voice steady but filled with sorrow, "i can't keep doing this. i've tried to understand your reasons, but it's tearing me apart." you say as you search for understanding in his eyes

he looked at you, his eyes filled with regret. "y/n, please, you have to understand. i'm doing this to protect you."

you shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. "i can't live in the shadows anymore. i need to be with someone who isn't afraid to show the world that they love me. i need to feel valued and seen."

matt reached out for your hand, but you pulled away, the pain too much to bear. "i love you, matt, but i can't keep sacrificing my happiness for your fears. if you can't go public with our relationship, then we can't be together."

his face crumpled, and he tried to find the right words, but they never came. with a heavy heart, you stood up, feeling the weight of the decision you had just made.

"goodbye, matt," you whispered, turning away from him and walking out of the car. as you closed the door behind you, a sense of both loss and liberation washed over you, knowing you had chosen to stand up for yourself and your worth.

outside, the night air was cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the tears streaming down your face.

you walked aimlessly, each step feeling heavier than the last. the memories of your time with matt played in your mind like a bittersweet symphony, each note a reminder of what once was and what could never be.

you found yourself at the park where you and matt had shared so many moments of laughter and love.

the bench where you had first confessed your feelings now stood as a silent witness to your heartbreak.

you sat down, the weight of the world pressing on your shoulders, and let the tears flow freely.

the stars above twinkled in the vast expanse of the sky, indifferent to the pain of the earth below. you gazed up at them, searching for some semblance of solace. "why does love have to be so complicated?" you whispered to the night, your voice barely audible.

as the hours passed, the pain began to dull, replaced by a quiet resolve. you knew that this was the right decision, even if it hurt now. you deserved to be with someone who would cherish you openly, without fear or hesitation. and though the path ahead seemed uncertain, you felt a glimmer of hope.

rising from the bench, you took a deep breath and wiped away the last of your tears. the night was still, and the world felt vast and full of possibilities. with a newfound determination, you began to walk back home, ready to embrace whatever the future held.

»--•--«

as the first rays of dawn broke through the horizon, a soft knock echoed through the stillness of your home.

the house, usually so quiet in the early morning, seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. groggily, you made your way to the door, curiosity mingling with the remnants of sleep.

the floorboards creaked softly under your feet, each step a gentle reminder of the world waking up around you.

there stood matt, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other.

the flowers, fresh with morning dew, seemed to glow in the soft light, their petals a vibrant contrast to the dim interior of your home.

his eyes, filled with a mixture of remorse and determination, met yours. they were the eyes of someone who had spent countless nights wrestling with his thoughts, someone who had finally found the courage to confront his fears.

"i couldn't wait any longer," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, yet carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken apologies. "i needed to see you, to tell you how sorry i am."

he handed you the flowers and chocolates, his hands lingering for a moment as if seeking reassurance. "you are so much more than someone i love in the shadows, y/n," he continued, his voice growing steadier. "you are the light that guides me, the strength that keeps me going. i've been a fool to ask you to hide, but it's never because i'm ashamed of you. it's because i'm terrified of what the world might do to us."

he took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "but you deserve to be cherished openly, without fear. i promise we'll find a way to make this right. together, we'll face whatever comes our way, because you mean everything to me. you're not just a part of my life; you are my life."

he stepped closer, his presence warm and comforting. "i know words alone aren't enough," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "i want to show you, every single day, just how much you mean to me. i want to be the one who stands by your side, no matter what. i want to be the one who holds your hand through the storms and celebrates with you under the sun."

matt's eyes softened, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "you are the reason i wake up with hope in my heart. you are the melody that plays in my soul, the rhythm that keeps me moving forward. without you, everything feels incomplete."

he paused, his voice barely a whisper now. "i don't want to hide anymore, y/n. i want the world to know how incredible you are, how lucky i am to have you. i want to face whatever challenges come our way, hand in hand, heart to heart."

as the morning sun bathed you both in its gentle glow, matt's words wrapped around you like a warm embrace. in that moment, you felt the depth of his love, the sincerity of his promise, and the unyielding strength of his commitment. together, you knew you could face anything, because with matt by your side, you were never alone.

[herefortarlos]

Just some takeaways from these interviews that feature Ronen, Gina and Brianna!

Enzo will be back in episode 5x08! "We'll probably have to see Enzo in some orange colors, a jumpsuit perhaps because he's in big trouble right now."

Ronen gushing over how cute Jonah was when he says, "Hi, big brother."

Could this be leading to TK and Carlos taking in Jonah? And Ronen's deflecting response of, "I have no idea, that would just, I don't know, I just, I just work here." And looking away from the camera.

Ronen talking about the karaoke scene and having "no idea it was going to be Freddie Mercury, you know one of the most incredible singers of all time. Really talk about under pressure because of course they gave me the Freddie parts. So I was a little nervous because it's one thing to sing karaoke in front of people but this is gonna be watched by millions of people, so I hope I did a good job, and to sing with Henry and then Rob was so iconic... because it's TK and his two dads and how important they both are to him and just crucial to who TK has become as a man...." "They picked Under Pressure for us for a reason, I think the lyrics are very telling."

Talking about the Tarlos photos! "That's gonna be a recurring gif for the rest of time for sure! They knew what they were doing with that one."

Gina does not think Tommy would have stepped away if she had not been hurt like that for her to realize she had to take care of herself.

Brianna and Gina talk about filming the hospital scene! Tommy having to come to terms with leaving a job that means the world to her. "It had so little to do with trusting who I'm going to pass the torch along to and so much more to do with the trust and belief in the woman that's in front of me. And so it was bittersweet...but I know you've (Nancy) got this!"

Ronen saying, "Tommy is Nancy and TK's mama bird. Especially after 5x05." "That scene at the end of 5x07 is so beautifully heart breaking between Gina and Brianna, I just rewatched it again and just started crying on my own, and oh my god, when she asks her to become the temporary Captain..." "But that leads to some really fun stuff for Brianna and I. It's like the kids get to go out on their own now, so you'll see a lot of paramedic calls with just us, which is really fun. But Brianna really holds it down as Captain and we'll see what that leads to Tommy if she can come back or not. There's a lot of intense stuff for Tommy."

Brianna saying, "It's gonna be just TN." "Ronen and I had a lot of fun with the TN dynamic. The kids are taking the car!"

Ronen saying, "TK and Nancy are so close, especially this season, and Brianna and I got really close this season, and I just love her so much and I think you start to see that when we go out on the calls ourselves, and they're gonna be silly little kids, but still professional and so good at what they do and I think that dynamic is going to be really fun to see." "I'm so excited for people to see Brianna really shine and get her moment especially as Paramedic Captain, that's such a huge honor."

Gina talking about the story line Rashad wrote for Tommy this season, "Sometimes it's triumphant and sometimes you don't want to be there... If you're invested in Tommy, it's gonna hurt."

Ronen talking about Carlos' father's murder. "Carlos starts making more progress in the case...and then there's gonna be a few other questions that are going to be brought up that are really going to challenge TK and Carlos."

"Some of the questions are, "Are we ready to take the next step in our relationship?"

"TK fears for his husband's life because Carlos is getting involved with some really bad people, and I think TK vividly remembers seeing his husband almost die when he was kidnapped and I think that's probably an image that plays in his head and I think that's something he never wants to see again. His actions are coming from caring and fear..."

Ronen says TK has at least one scene with Campbell.

Ronen was asked about Judd drinking at his party and if TK will notice with his addiction, and Ronen said, "That leads to an incredible scene between Judd and TK. I think it opens the door for Jim to really shine and another side of Judd we may not have known. It's also just beautiful because Jim in real life is sober and it's a beautiful way for Jim to put his own experiences into that character."

[specific-dreamer]

darry dropping pony off at college

they were both really excited.

darry’s brainiac baby brother is going to college and he couldn’t be prouder of him because he understands how hard it was for pony to get this far.

and pony’s really excited because he’s finally leaving tulsa (on his terms) he’s doesn’t feel guilty for wanting to leave or anything neither bc he’s only like two hours away (bet ur ass he goes to darry’s college)

as a gag gift, because soda was worried he might have nightmares from sleeping away from home (darry had nightmares his first night on campus and soda overheard his parents talking abt it. this is canon), steve and two-bit get ponyboy a stuffed horse and print out a picture of soda’s face and tapes it to the horses head

(ponyboy takes the photo off and frames it. its the only photo he has out to the general public. it’s a great conversation starter though.

“who’s that?”

“my brother, sodapop”

“oh… i’m so sorry for your loss, when did he pass?”

“when did he-? oh, no he’s not dead. he’s just my favorite 😅”)

i strayed so far from the plot good heavens

ANYWAYS

the entire their unpacking all darry hears is, “darry do you know them? darry why do they keep looking at me like that? darry was that you’re teacher? do you like them, should i have taken him instead?”

mans does not get a second of peace. it’s been like four years, his friends have likely been graduated and there’s no chance in hell he remembers his teachers faces.

but as frustrating as it is, it is cute that pony keeps asking questions because it reminds him of when they were little and all pony would do was ask why

darry and the gang plan to leave well before sunset so they can make it home in time for everyone to get enough sleep b4 work the next day

steve in all his glory tells pony if he cries tn because he misses home it’s okay, he won’t even make fun of him, but pony, in all his glory, says he ain’t gon cry bc he’s not a kid

he hugs soda and darry extra tight when they do leave (at the tail end of sunset. southern mfs i swear) and pony makes them promise to call him when they get home

night falls and all the day’s excitement is gone.

pony? never been away from home on his own. it hadn’t hit him until he’s getting ready for bed that’s he in college. until then it felt like an away trip but when he wakes up he’ll be at home. he’s not having a great time, he misses his brothers

but there’s no pay phone in his room or his end of the hall so he has to go all the way to the lounge to call home

soda answers the phone and he’s real happy to hear his voice bc he had already started missing pony something fierce too. but sodas a creature of habit and only manages to talk to pony for 5 minutes before he’s yawning and has to go to bed

when darry gets on the phone pony is this close to just bursting into tears because he wants to go home

darry somehow knows. can hear it in the quiver of pony’s voice and asks if he wants to just talk for a while regardless of how the phone bill would be that month

pony is over the moon and says yes ofc. darry has to grab the recliner so he can at least sit comfortably because ponyboy could yap his freaking ear off

they end up talking for like 30 more minutes before both of them nod off.

darry’s stretched out on the recliner and the phones dangling off the wall

pony’s curled against the wall underneath the pay phone with his blanket around him and the phone still tight in his hand

it’s smooth sailings after that.

ponyboy wakes up to about three upperclassmen girls and one other boy staring and talking about him and one of the girls snaps a photo with her (new) polaroid. pony’s instantly ready to be on defense but they literally do not care and despite his best lies he’s obvious he was on the phone with family and they find that really endearing and immediately force him under their wing

darry’s wakes up to soda putting the phone up and making breakfast. darry’s feeling a little bittersweet but in all he’s really happy that he could be of any help to pony because he was def getting a little worried

[aliferousdreamer]

my thoughts on the next step 9a

clude leaving is so bittersweet... i'm so sad we've lost such a sweet couple and great wlw representation but they left happy and stronger than ever!!!!!!!

the colour symbolism with kenzie's signature colour going from yellow from to blue is a subtle but effective character choice imo. the yellow in s8 felt more youthful joyful and vibrant for when she was new to being dance captain, whereas now kenzie's blue wardrobe in s9 shows that she's maturing and gaining wisdom as dance captain, but is also going through some tough times too. blue is also tns' signature colour so it also shows that she's an important part of the studio!!!

i love heath in this season... his energy, his attitude, his relationships, carter's acting, everything 💯

grace's reasoning for wanting revenge is so silly because she legit made herself an outcast and when kenzie tried to talk with her she just dipped

i'm still upset and bitter and frustrated with daisy leaving........ i just hate seeing great potential dropped like that. melody was such a good addition to the cast!! also where was her goodbye scene with izzy???????? she wasn't just close with heath; she was close to izzy too!!!!!!

my heart broke for pete multiple times and i'm glad that we had a storyline tackling grief and (briefly) men's mental health. i wish it had more of a focus and lasted for longer but it was still effective.

thalia and eldon are still together!!!!!!!! yesssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!

JACQUIE MENTION YESSSSSSSSSS I'VE WAITED FOR TIMES LIKE THIS

kenzie basically being both the dance captain and studio head by herself because what does nick even do retroactively makes riley look even worse at being studio head.......... yeah season 4's treatment of riley is still annoying me in the year 2024

idk if it's just me but does anyone else feel like it's not internationals???? the vibe feels much more like regionals or nationals. the scale doesn't quite feel grand enough

i wasn't sure that heath was "the heart of the team" but after watching all of 9a, not only is he the heart of the team he's also the team therapist and cheerleader... i love to see it

i love that anthony is still a ball of stress/anxiety and is also in a really important leader position as group choreographer. so often you see anxious people just depicted as introverts and not as leaders, so it's nice to see someone who's anxious but also a very capable leader

olive is the definition of a precious cinnamon roll. she's sounds like a disney princess every time she talks. she reminds me of amy in s4 too!! she really is just the 🥺 emoji

random point but i love that adele's signature colour being emerald green. it reminds me of ariel's tail in the little mermaid and now i'm thinking of an au where adele is ariel and anthony is prince eric

i know i'm probably in the minority here but i am totally on board with anthony x adele (should their ship name be anthele/adelthony/adelony??). anthony really had one conversation with her alone and just fell for her instantly. some fans probably think it's dumb and realistic but i think it's really sweet and they have potential for 9b

i do also lowkey ship adele x olive because they're so cute together (and they remind me of pamy a little.) when adele didn't want to work with ariana but was unable to resist olive's puppy dog eyes...... they're so cute!!!

kenzie and pete are really just the sweetest couple ever and they have such a natural, easy chemistry... they're definitely one of the best couples tns has had in years 😘👌

IS HEATH'S DAD DEAD???????????????

ethan showing character development by being much more of a team player, we love to see it!!! he's still competitive but he's ready to share his ambitions with others

kenzie holding hands with heath was such a sweet, underrated moment... i love seeing strong, supportive and affectionate platonic male/female relationships

ebby naming her pet snail snaiyoncé is iconic

izzy calling heath "heathcliff" and heath calling izzy "isadora"....... the best friendism of it all

eldon mentioning west's iconic bangers and mash solo!!!!!! yes, thank you!!!!!! west is one of the most iconic dancers this show has ever had!!!!!!!!!

kenzie is allergic to flowers, noted!

heath is penzie's no. 1 shipper

ariana putting jett front row centre in her trio........ i know what you are................

ethan's loyalty to izzy is so sweet

WHO IS GETTING CUT??????????????

grace is definitely turning on ariana in 9b... i have a feeling she's going to out her as a traitor and a troupe might kick her off the team for a few episodes

remi is totally going to break ebby's heart, isn't he???

i have a feeling that presley might return to talk to her sister and say something like "chill ariana i'm fine living life and there was no need for getting revenge"

is ethan getting a boyfriend in 9b??????

can't wait for chekhov's bo staff to make its grand return in 9b

also how many enemies to lovers / rivals to lovers style relationships is heath going to have???? ozzy, daisy, pascale....... heath is immune to not having some sort of conflict in his relationships

this is a long shot but i'm really hoping to see more previous cast members returning. yeah i know it's not necessary, but i still want to know what our old faves all doing with their lives

given season 9's marketing has been pretty terrible it really does make me doubt that there will be a season 10. i would like a last series to tie the whole show together and maybe have a few reunions so the show has a great send-off, but feels unlikely now that they really dropped the ball when promoting this series

bring on 9b!!!!!!!!!

this is really jumbled and i've probably missed out so many things but i'm very unorganised so there you go

[uriekukistan]

how i'll sleep tn knowing i have two very bittersweet very tender itafushi fics to drop back to back this weekend

[ducknewtonscoolhat]

Sometimes (often) I think about the pure devastation Aubrey seemed to show when everything happened with Duck and the Pizza Hut sign falling. They had only known each other for so long, and there was already this like. Bond. That they've created with one another. Of course, with Ned as well. But just. Sometimes I feel as if Aubrey hasn't had a lot of people to care about, and just the realization that one of the two people that she'd be spending a lot of the foreseeable future with was put in danger, nay, seemingly killed by her actions is just heart breaking. As Duck leaves the store, I imagine he just sees her like this. Sure he has a few cuts and bruises but he's fine. But we all know this well. She mumbles the words of having killed Duck, but he's right there. She cares so much about him, and for what reason? I think Duck has this thought sometimes, especially then. Of course Duck has had people care about him, his family, Juno, the town in general, but like. I feel as if with Aubrey it's a little different. I don't think he's ever had someone care for him as fast as Aubrey seemed to, and just the pure reaction she has... I think it would be bittersweet for him in a way. Basically, what I'm getting at is I think that Aubrey and Duck have a really neat found family relationship that makes me very happy. I had this dumb thought in my brain of Aubrey making Duck jokingly read her a bedtime story or some shit, I don't know why. I feel like that's what would happen at some point. Maybe there's like a sleep over at the amnesty lodge and Aubrey is just like "I vote that Duck reads us a bed time story!!" Or some shit like that and then he reluctantly does so but it's in the most awkward way and there are, In Duck like fashion, a lot of uh's and um's in the mix. Anyways that's my nonsense ramble for tn, look out for tomorrow's daily duck art :)

[aalissy]

Oblivion

A lil shorter more bittersweet chapter bc I'm going out for dinner later tn but I hope you still like it! In my mind, it's set post s5 finale but it's left ambiguous :). Lemme know what you think <3

AO3

The night sky shimmered with stars as Chat Noir prowled the rooftops. His emerald eyes scanned the city below. He was on the lookout for any signs of trouble, but tonight, his thoughts were elsewhere. Marinette had been unusually quiet during school lately, and he couldn't quite shake off the feeling that something was bothering her. Every time he tried to talk to her about it as Adrien, though, she seemed to avoid him and whatever the problem was. He didn’t know what it was but all he could think was that he needed to fix it somehow.

As if on cue, a soft voice called out from behind him, "Chaton?"

Unsurprisingly, his feet had taken him exactly where he needed to be. Right by Marinette’s balcony.

Chat turned to see Marinette standing on the edge of her balcony, her expression pensive as she clenched her railing. Even from this distance, he could see that her brow was creased in a frown and he tried to ignore the tug his heart gave at the sight.

"Hey, Marinette," he greeted, trying to sound casual despite the unease in his chest. "What brings you up here?"

Marinette sighed quietly, her gaze meeting his. "I needed some fresh air," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

Sensing her turmoil, Chat extended his baton and hopped the small distance over to her balcony. He stepped closer to her, his shoulder brushing against hers as he instinctively wanted to comfort her. "Is everything okay?" he asked gently, his tail swaying behind him.

She hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, just... thinking about things," she admitted, her eyes searching his for understanding.

Chat didn't press her further, knowing that sometimes words weren't enough to express what weighed on the heart. Maybe he’d be able to distract her. Instead of asking more questions, he simply gestured to the starry sky above. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it? Sometimes, looking at the stars helps me clear my mind."

She smiled faintly, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. "Yeah, it is," Marinette agreed, her gaze drifting upwards.

They stood in a companionable silence, the cool breeze ruffling their hair as they gazed out into the vast expanse of the night sky. Chat couldn't help but steal glances over at Marinette, admiring the way her eyes seemed to sparkle in the starlight. They were beautiful. Even more brilliant than the night stars.

Suddenly, Marinette spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you ever feel like... everything is fleeting? Like we're just passing through, and one day, everything we know will be forgotten?"

Chat turned to her, surprised by the depth of her words. "Sometimes," he admitted, his voice tinged with melancholy. His thoughts turned to his mother and father before he quickly buried them. He didn’t want to think about that right now. He was Chat Noir. He wasn’t Adrien Agreste. Sucking in a deep breath, he continued, "But then I remember that even if everything else fades away, the moments we share, the bonds we forge, they're timeless."

Marinette met his gaze, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I want to believe that," she confessed, her voice wavering.

He took her hand in his, his touch gentle yet reassuring. "You're not alone, Marinette. As long as we're here, together, we'll never fade into oblivion. And, as long as I��m around, I’ll never forget you or the memories we shared."

A bittersweet smile graced her lips as she squeezed his hand, finding solace in his words. "Thank you, mon chaton. You have no idea just how much you helped me. I’ll do the same for you," she whispered, grateful for his unwavering presence.

Together, they stood there, underneath the beautiful blanket of stars, finding comfort in each other's company. Both of them buried their hurt of the past few days in each other, using the other for support like they had always done and would always continue to do.

[vidumavi]

I am supremely late to the party but I saw your conversation with @thelordofgifs about the Kin-strife and the Fall of Númenor, and I wanted to say that I find the tension between Tolkien’s knowledge that he is writing what functions to some degree (in the context that he knows, in a world before the normalization of secondary world fantasy) a fairy-story and Tolkien’s awareness that things must feel grounded and realistic and must engage at least a little with real-world issues.

An argument could be made frankly that the reason so many of the things about his work are contradictory is this tightrope walk, the balance between “this feels good and soft and warm to me and provides emotional comfort” and “this is about people who feel verisimilitudinous, who behave like flawed humans” - you mentioned The New Shadow in one of your replies, and that’s actually why I sent you this ask in the first place because the reason TNS fell through is this exact emotion/realism balance, as Tolkien knew that Gondor would turn bad again if he were to continue the story in the way that a sequel would require and he felt that it would cheapen the accomplishments of the protagonists if he “allowed” that to happen.

(about this post)

Yeah I agree! It's honestly an element that I enjoy more than not, because a happy ending is more interesting to me if there is something that complicates it. "Every issue ever is resolved" feels both untrue and too saccharine. The specific case of the Númenorean/Gondorian fear of mortality tickles me because it's a) SO central and b) puts such a deep and ugly flaw at the very heart of the supposedly righteous restored kingdom. I think it's better writing if it remains there, even if the execution is flawed at times.

I think TNS fell through for several reasons. It would have cheapened the ending of lotr but it also would have been a far too jarring break in genre- even Tolkien at his bleakest is still fundamentally writing epic fantasy (that has, through the existence of lotr, a happy if bittersweet ending. Even if these specific characters won't make it there, it's coming). The Hobbit and The Children of Húrin could not be more different in tone, but there are dragons to defeat in both of them (and there are dwarves, enchantments and woodland elven kings...). It's all part of the same overarching fantasy story and TNS, by virtue of being set after the fading of magic, can't be part of that (I think this might be why Tolkien sounds so utterly unenthused when talking about it).

(I still like to toss it around in my head sometimes and ponder what could have made a compelling sequel, despite being glad it never came to be and opposed to a lotr sequel in general. for fun)

[applepickerproductions]

Legjobb lemezek 2022

Gyakorlatilag nem hallgattam zenét. Újat próbáltam, de azt sem. Miután az elmúlt években sorrendben a synthpopra, a félmetálra, a komolyzenére és a 50-60-as évekre csúsztam rá, idén elkezdtem podcastokat hallgatni az autóban, ami minimálisra limitálta a zenehallgatást. Ezért ez egy olyan év lesz, amiről 5 év múlva fognak kijönni, hogy mik voltak a kedvenc lemezeim, de azt nem hinném, hogy az elsőt bármi megszorítja, a Black Country, New Road toronymagasan a legelső volt az utóbbi évek egyik legegyértelműbben tökéletes lemezével. (Zárójelben itt is a kulcsdalok.)

20 - Tropical Fuck Storm + King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard - Satanic Slumber Party (Part 2 (Midnight in Sodom)) 

19 - Florence + the Machine - Dance Fever (Daffodil) 

18 - Sister Ray - Communion (Crucified) 

17 - Animal Collective - Time Skiffs (Passer-By) 

16 - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard - Omnium Gatherum (Persistance) 

15 - Father John Misty - Chloe and the Next 20th Century (The Next 20th Century) 

14 - Kurt Vile - (watch my moves) (Flying (Like a Fast Train)) 

13 - Big Thief - Drangon New Mountain I Believe You (Spud Infinity) 

12 - Dry Cleaning - Stumpwork (Gary Ashby) 

11 - black midi - Hellfire (Welcome to Hell) 

10 - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard - Ice, Death, Planets, Lungs, Mushrooms and Lava (Lava) 

9 - Wet Leg - Wet Leg (Piece of Shit) 

8 - Let's Eat Grandma - Two Ribbons (Watching You Go) 

7 - Kevin Morby - This is a Photograph (Bittersweet, TN) 

6 - Strompopper - What's Wrong with This (Kill Everyone) 

5 - Alex Cameron - Oxy Music (K Hole) 

4 - Nilüfer Yanya- Painless (shameless) 

3 - Spiritualized - Everything Was Beautiful (The Mainline Song) 

2 - Fontaines DC - Skinty Fia (I Love You) 

1 - Black Country, New Road - Ants from up there (Basketball Shoes)

[moochilatv]

Ashtyn Barbaree presents: Along For The Ride

Folky song for special moments

Ashtyn Barbaree is an internationally touring Americana singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist from Fayetteville, Arkansas, noted for her ethereal vocals, heartfelt songwriting, and passionate performances.

She was nominated for Acoustic Act of the Year (2024) and Americana Artist of the Year (2023) at the Arkansas Country Music Awards. Performances include opening for talents such as Alexandra Kay, Mike Mains, Jason Boland & the Stragglers, William Clark Green, Arkansauce and Adeem the Artist. She performed at the Walmart AMP VIP Lounge during The Avett Brothers, Sarah McLachlan, Feist and will return for Jewel and Melissa Etheridge.

Her self-titled debut EP was recorded at John Prine's The Butcher Shoppe with David “Fergie” Ferguson, Dave Roe, Kenny Vaughan, Jeffrey Clemens, Michael Rojas and Sean Sullivan, once released, it led to her first European tour in 2018. Her first full-length album, Better Luck Next Time, was recorded in Nashville, TN at The Studio Nashville with Chris Scruggs, Jeffrey Clemens, Jacob Campbell, Tommy Hannum, Brook Sutton and Daniel Thiels, then released in June 2022.

Her latest album, Sent Through The Ceiling, out now, explores themes of self-discovery, resilience, and life's bittersweet journeys. Drawing inspiration from the Ozarks and personal experiences, Barbaree weaves narratives of love, loss, and the pursuit of dreams with a rich musical palette that includes elements of folk, rock, pop, and country.

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Along For The Ride is a haunting, introspective folk ballad that captures the bittersweet journey of life through poignant storytelling. Inspired by Ashtyn Barbaree’s personal experience of losing her first love in a car accident in Lebanon, MO, the song carries profound emotional depth. With delicate instrumentation and Ashtyn’s heartfelt vocals, Along For The Ride leaves listeners with a lasting, powerful impression.