#cowboy like me goat song

[kvtnisseverdeen]

i've come to terms with the fact that blondie is never gonna outdo cowboy like me. i am shattered

[ambi-kiko]

tma music tma music tma music

please reblog with your own! i need it (:

also im more than willing to elaborate on any of em, just ask! (i have much to yell about)

for bitchard, we have:

kiss me, son of god (they might be giants)

i'm gonna win (rob cantor)

blood & money (the orion experience, orion, linda XO)

ruler of everything (tally hall)

BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA (will wood)

community gardens (the scary jokes, louie zong)

the main character (will wood)

your body, my temple (will wood)

laplace's angel (hurt people? hurt people!) (will wood)

saint bernard (lincoln)

welcome to the internet (bo burnham)

all eyes on me (or3o)

my ordinary life (the living tombstone)

cabinet man (lemon demon)

peter x elias (for my frenchies out there <33)

marine marchande (les cowboys fringants)

ok dont judge me too much i had to have smth for them ((: plus its not that unrelated

next! martin

a better son/daughter (rilo kiley)

12 feet deep (the front bottoms)

things to do (alex g)

be nice to me (the front bottoms)

step on me (the cardigans)

heart for brains (roar)

mama (my chemical romance)

summer child (conan gray)

hello my old heart (the oh hellos)

i cant handle change (roar)

against the kitchen floor (will wood)

least favorite only child (leanna firestone)

sharpener (cavetown)

empty bed (cavetown)

life's a beach (bears in trees)

jmart ((:

no children (the mountain goats)

the moon will sing (the crane wives)

euthanasia (will wood)

as the world caves in (matt maltese)

the truth (the front bottoms)

balade à toronto (jean leloup)

doctor (jack stauber)

apocalypse (cigarettes after sex)

talk to you (ricky Montgomery)

cabo (ricky montgomery)

meteor shower (cavetown)

juliet (cavetown)

feel better (penelope scott)

would you be so kind (dodie)

two birds (regina spektor)

line without a hook (ricky Montgomery)

and jon, ofc <3 i rly dont have enough for him ):

body terror song (AJJ)

downhill (Lincoln)

montreal (penelope scott)

ramblings of a lunatic (bears in trees)

its called: freefall (rainbow kitten surprise)

chin music for the unsuspecting hero (foster the people)

love, me normally (will wood)

dinner is not over (jack stauber's micropop)

also melanie! dont have that many but she deserves the mention (:

saturn suv (fredo disco)

brave as a noun (AJJ)

tongues & teeth (the crane wives)

wreaking ball (mother mother)

we fell in love in october (girl in red)

and just random songs with tma vibes (other characters, ships, dread powers, etc)

underground (cody fry)

hand me my shovel, i'm going in! (will wood)

terry's taxidermy (teddy hyde)

cotard's solution (will wood and the tapeworms)

amnesia was her name (lemon demon)

memento mori: the most important thing in life is death (will wood)

skeleton appreciation day in vestal, n.y. (will wood)

icicles (the scary jokes)

puppet boy (devo)

oh ana (mother mother)

i dont smoke (mitski)

choke (I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME)

thermodynamic lawyer esq, G.F.D (will wood and the tapeworms)

sorry haha i fell asleep (egg)

despair (leo)

stuff is way (they might be giants)

baby teeth (baby bugs)

king park (la dispute)

i/me/myself (will wood)

dr. sunshine is dead (will wood and the tapeworms)

amygdala's rag doll (ghost and pals)

little pistol (mother mother)

burning pile (mother mother)

this is home (cavetown)

body (mother mother)

turn the lights off (tally hall)

like real people do (hozier)

im going insane

[heartofwritiing]

cowboy!wilbur headcannons.

another’s note: i’ve had cowboy!wilbur in my brain since the npt mv, which is different from the outlaw/cowboy!wilbur i wrote a head cannon about a while ago. ive wanted to write fics about him so here’s some headcannons i came up with that have been in my drafts for about a year ✌🏻

paring: cowboy!wilbur x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of smut, domestic fluff, established relationship, if there’s anything i missed lemme know!

cowboy!wilbur- whos married to you and owns a farm.

-you got married on that farm.

-it was simple yet elegant.

-it was just relatives and close friends.

-he spends all day out in the heat, getting all sweaty, feeding the cow, he named her buttercup. the chickens and goats.

-fixes anything that might be broken as an excuse to keep himself busy.

-you’re always patching him up from splinters, cuts, and kissing the callous’ on his hands.

-“you gotta be more careful baby,” you’d kiss his palm after you had put ointment on a cut.

-“well then you wouldn’t be able to patch me up anymore, darling,” he’d tease.

-you hope he wasn’t getting hurt on your behalf just so he could get babied. you would do that regardless.

-going for early morning rides together on your horses.

-he taught you how to ride.

-late night bonfires under the stars in the wide open country side.

-he plays guitar and serenades you.

-he’s written you so many songs.

-having your most vulnerable conversations in those moments, it’s just you, him, and the night sky.

-he’s taken you so many times under those stars.

-he’s taken you anywhere he could on the farm. the living room, the kitchen counter, bedroom, floor, wall. you name a surface he’s had you bent over/ against it.

-he is very handsy. always wants to be touching you in some way.

-he’s a gentle lover when it comes to sex.

-but every once in a while he becomes carnal with desire.

-one time you took his hat that was hanging off the bed post and put it on while ridding him.

-he went absolutely feral.

-he fucked you until you couldn’t even remember your own name and your thighs were shaking.

-mostly when he’s stuck outside all day and hasn’t seen you he craves you more than anything.

-especially if he sees you in the little sundress’s you love to wear and tease him with.

-once he had fucked you in the barn in the hay like the wild animals you are.

-you had come out to give him a glass of lemonade you had made fresh when he saw the way you looked at him with anticipation of what he thought.

-he couldn’t help bringing you into a kiss and things escalated until you were both rolling around in the hay.

-but never again after you had gotten hay fever and wilbur had blamed himself the whole time you were sick.

-he takes care of you.

-wether you are sick, on your period or having any mental health problems, he is always there for you. and vice versa.

-slow dancing in the kitchen late at night to the old radio you found in an antique shop. (you don’t know how you got it to work)

-making breakfast together in nothing but his t-shirt as he holds you from behind.

-cuddling into the late hours of the morning.

-looking into each others eyes.

-interlocking your fingers together and with the hand that has your wedding ring on it, he kisses and admires.

-“mine forever and always.” he says.

-“forever and always.” you echo.

tagging: @lillyspeakz @horny-p0et @sootwilb

[tommyssupercoolblog]

THE SHOW WAS AMAZING OMGGGGGG RAAAUGHGJFHFHFH GOES FERAL AND GNAWS ON MY COMPUTER

ALSO I MADE NEW MUTIALS HI NEW MUTUALS!!!! HEWWO!!!! BAPS YOU WITH MY PAWS

Spoilers under the cut

H-o-t-t-o-g-o, you can take me HOT to goooo

TWINKS ON ICE and "camera flash can be distracting, Phil will fall of the stage and die" absolutely SLAYED me

Dan accidentally said "Dan and pheal" instead of Dan and Phil and they both stopped to pretend to hold the pheal. Dan said that would be a better show than this.

SISTER DANIEL SLAYED

I don't know if this happens at EVERY show but in ours, the audience chose to kill the original Dan and Phil every time

Dan has illegalized ted Cruz but then got arrested for being British. Dr Phil loves helping old ladies cum and his favorite word is skibidi. I don't remember the third facts for either

Even though it wasn't picked, a whole bunch of people around us (and us) started chanting "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK" when they asked what Dr. Phil's favorite word would be. Later we chanted "TOUR BUS" but that one worked!!!!

One of the audience confessions was that someone likes to "mark their territory" (yes. In the gross way) to know what it's like so sister Daniel called them a bad kitty and they sprayed the audience with water. Also Phil called out that some people had their MOUTHS OPEN while they were being sprayed.

The other audience confessions were that someone wrote "Phantrash(insert some numbers I can't remember)" on a wall in invisible ink and then MOVED OUT OF THW HOUSE AND LEFT IT THERE??? And then a confession that just said "someone in the audience thinks you sound like owls" which they both were confused by at first, but then Dan's face like. LIT UP in recognition and he repeated the question to Phil and Phil said "Who?" And Dan LOST IT and made fun of him. LMAO

They explained their first experience at a bucces. And THEN later phil said that his new favorite nuts are bucces nuts (as revealed later when they were asked by the audience to discuss nuts). Also they hate peanuts and think no one likes them unless they're paid to by "big peanut". And they both like "hot nuts" and Dan likes them salted and Phil likes them sweetened/candied. And yes they made sex jokes about it and also Dan said that Phil's favorite nuts were actually HIS NUTS

Phil having the phitties to the wind was not what I expected

I. Could have SWORN that there was an ...."uninvited guest" in the 🍑 part of the wresting match but no one's posted about it even though the whole theatre was like "AUGH!!" And they cut away and I turned to everyone next to us and was like "!!!! Uh oh was that REAL?? Um-" so. Maybe we were wrong. But I was about to be like "DANIEL HOWELL I AM SO SORRY I HOPE YOUR THERAPIST IS SO GOOD BECAUSE I PERSONALLY WOULD DIE"

Dan wore a cowboy hat during the musical number

I NEED THAT SONG IN MY PLAYLIST AND THAT DANCE MEMORIZED

I MISSED THE FUCKING PHOTO OPP BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T GIVE ME ENOUGH WARNINF TO UNLOCK MY PHONEEEE evil. Evil of them. Dan and Phil you betrayed me personally. Evil. I DID however get them walking aways

I bought the Dan and Phil made me gay shirt

Unrelated to the show itself but someone was handing out worms, and there were SO many sister Daniel cosplayers, and I happened to sit literally right in front of two other systems so it was like. Halfway through the show we realized that's what was happening and it was like HEWWO???? WOAH. Also this was my first time in Austin and guys... guys some sections of these roads are fucking perpendicular. I saw multiple people with mobility aids and like I HAVE ZERO AIDS AND IT HURT TO WALK ARE Y'ALL GOATS??? ARE YOU JUST NOT ABLE TO WALK OUTSIDE AT ALL AND HAVE TO TAKE CARS??? The whole fucking city is a series of V shapes with buildings on it. Girl why do your streets go straight up into the sky are you trying to drive up to jesus. Liked the rentable scooters tho

[fllagellant]

RULES: Post 5 songs associated with your OC, followed by 3 outfits they would wear

Tagged by my wonderful friends @the-eldritch-it-gay & @absansombre !!! Thank you both < 33

Doing this for The Giilvas …

Songs

Willow Tree March // The Paper Kites

Werewolf Gimmick // The Mountain Goats

Honor Song // Jeremy Dutcher

Last Legs // Blackbird Raum

The Calling // The Amazing Devil

Outfits

Okay hold on so . So he is a pain in my ass . First photo is more . Very flashy travel look . He’ s like if a cowboy was also kinda dumb … you feel me

Second is camp clothes . Resting clothes . I am safe and comfortable let me get comfortable clothes . Yeah

Third is bard … he has to have performance clothes or what else will he do …

Tagging my friends @isayashai @ikarons @asharaks @sixteenstrikes @faeriefirelightshow @menzoberranyr @tavsboots AND anyone else who would like 2 join … sorry if anyone got doubled tagged for this < 3

[mydadsthecaptain-uh-uh]

I have not stopped thinking about Joey since she was created, I think it's about time I made a post about her so

All about Joey Curly!!

Childhood

Her parents were teens, her mother decided to have her and give her up for adoption. Curly adopted her when she was 4 years old

She was extremely clingy. Absolutely hated school just because she was away from her dad.

Was really quiet around everyone (except Curly) could not make friends on her own, teachers always had to pair her with someone.

She was scared of literally everything. She struggled to sleep on her own because she was scared of something happening to Curly during the night. She also had a lot of nightmares and believed too much in the monsters in her wardrobe.

Had a strange obsession with hand puppets. She loved hand puppets.

she was CONSTANTLY getting hurt. Always had a grazed knee or something.

Teens

developed PMDD

Anxious wreck. People her age are scary

She straightened her hair and wore really poorly applied eyeshadow and mascara

Her and Curly would go fishing in the evenings. She'd talk to him about school and whatever

Slept a lot

Listened to Lana Del Rey religiously

General/Pre-Tulpar

She's aroace

Really big into marine biology and space, she has this tattooed on the lower part of her left leg

She only shaves her underarms and below the knee

Clumsy, gullible, really not the brightest :')

Keeps photos of her loved ones on her. She was sitting looking through them all before she died (After Grey died she drank a fuck ton of mouthwash and it killed her)

Loves long journeys

NEEDS to be out and about, can't stand staying in

Prefers sour things over sweet things

Loves citrus fruits

Enjoys colouring books

She gets hangry. Feed her or be eaten alive.

Extremely shy when you first meet her, very bubbly once she's comfy around you

She can play the acoustic guitar.

Fav animal: goats

Fav flower: daffodils

She wears a lot of her dad's old clothes

She wears flip-flops as house slippers. Is also a croc wearer

Never wears actual pyjamas, she sleeps in a tank top and tracksuit bottoms or an oversized t-shirt

She moves in her sleep, always wakes up in the strangest positions

Bedhead. Her hair is a fucking bird's nest when she wakes up.

"Jeepers Creepers!" "Jeez Louise.." "Get d France!"

Her and Grey♡

They've known each other for pretty much their whole lives

Grey's her only friend

(@deadandwalking came up with these)

When they were little, Jimmy and Curly took them out in matching outfits :)

Joey makes friendship bracelets for them. Grey refuses to take hers off ever.

Her and Curly♡

Sweet Child O' Mine by Guns N' Roses is their song

Naps on the sofa>>>

They're defs fans of western movies and like, the whole cowboy aesthetic.

They're both fans of country music

Pre-crash

gets along really well with Daisuke. She spends most of her time with him, Grey and Curly

I'm a failure, I just wanna make my mom proud🤝 I'm a mess, how could dad want me? little rays of sunshine

Low-key intimidated by Swansea

Was really shy and awkward around Anya because omg she's so nice and kind and pretty whatdoidoAAAAAA regretted not talking to her more. they would've been great friends

Post-crash

She is scared and confused she doesn't know what to think

She really doesn't believe her dad crashed the ship, but doesn't want to believe it could've been Jimmy

She never found out what Jimmy did

She's either clinging to Grey or by Curly's bedside

She never planned on touching alcohol or anything like that, so she was really reluctant to start drinking the mouthwash

[buglass]

Me, Me More Cowboy

(A Short Series)

Summary: Based in the mid-1960s, ranch hand Elvis Presley is a new hire to the West Family Farm. He grows irate as cattle and livestock turn up missing over 6 months. Unbeknownst to the ranch, the hippie woman, Lilibet, he sees on occasion in their small town—along with members of her commune—is behind it. An ongoing dispute of right and wrong both morally and romantically ensues as Elvis takes Lilibet up on her offer of viewing things through her perspective.

Pairing: Cowboy!Elvis Presley x Lilibet Stevens!OFC

Chapters: 1/5

WC: ~5.8K

Warnings (for the entire series): Some historical and geographical inaccuracies, fluff, slow burn, no beta reader, mention of DV, cult/commune culture, and smut.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this little spin. The original one-shot will be well over 20K+ words so I’ve broken it up into chapters for the sake of making it bite-sized. The title is based on the hit Brudi Brothers’ song. Please feel free to give feedback or thoughts. Thanks for reading :)

✧ Chapter 1 ✧

ELVIS

Elvis Presley was a Tupelo boy through and through but the call of Tennessee sounded out to him for some time. Winter had come and gone. Despite his family managing to put food on the table between what they grew and bought, Elvis still felt they struggled to do so. His mama would never admit to it and his daddy was damn near no good about closing the gap. He heard stories of Memphis’ city-like charm and music scene which was out of his depth. The closest Elvis got to music was his guitar and church. The older he got, the more he sought it out and saved up for records he couldn’t bring along the way. There was nothing for him back home besides a quiet life and stagnant progression. 

If he wanted to do something with his life, he had to get out from under his mama’s wing and his daddy’s lazy habits. He had been contributing financially to the household since he was a teenager. Elvis’ parents sent him on his way with a few dollars to hold him over until he could find a job in Memphis and settled for bussing in a diner temporarily until he found pinned, handmade posters for ranch work helping cousins Sonny and Red West on their family farm out in small-town Water Valley—an hour away from Memphis. They promised housing, food, and a moderate income in exchange for work.

When Elvis came to the ranch by hitchhiking, selling his dingy Chevy truck, and using his charisma to his advantage, he first met Red then Sonny. Their families lived on opposite sides of the shared one-hundred-thirty-eight acres, their parents opting to live with their respective grown sons. 

“We’re probably gonna end up buildin’ somethin’ small for the both of us to get the hell outta dodge,” Red scoffed.

That’s what families did, confined by tradition and obligation though both men were in their twenties. The two of them gave Elvis an extensive tour of the property aided by a rusting pick-up truck that rumbled as if it was on its last leg bumbling on dirt roads and uneven paths. The newly built horse stables sat empty which gave Elvis a bit of relief since he didn’t know how he felt about the towering beasts. Elvis rode on the bed in the back, his large pea-colored duffel bag from his time in the Army held between his strong and capable legs as he took in the expansive land. The truck eventually came to a halt outside of the chicken coops, with a few hens and roosters roaming about outside. On the opposite side, goats were corralled and gathered. Some were eating and others looked their way curiously.

“We’ve got a spare bedroom in our house,” Sonny said. “That’s where you would stay.”

“We’ll get ya some better jeans than those, too,” Red added, gesturing to Elvis’ worn and torn pants.

The first month took some adjusting, waking up before the sun and the Spring heat turning to Summer breathed down the back of his neck. He liked handling the animals and watched as they grew used to him, trusting he wouldn’t hurt them. Red and Sonny did explain that sometimes the cattle were sent to and bought by a butcher in town or further away. Same for some of the chickens, but otherwise the West family prided themselves on being strictly dairy-related. The goats came second for their cheese and milk. Their greatest use was clearing the land and clothing production. 

Come Monday, they were loading up cases of bottles of milk from both the cows and the goats to drop off at the corner and grocery store in town. Elvis secured the straps over the cases, making haste to load up. They couldn’t afford to let the milk sour by taking their time and making the drive. Sonny rode passenger after he insisted that Elvis man the wheel. 

“You’ve got that lead foot,” Sonny laughed.

Elvis did enjoy driving fast.

Within twenty minutes, the pair arrived at the storefront and pulled into the paved parking lot. The door to the truck cried out as the old hinges moved and Sonny followed, climbing up the back of the bed. Sonny hoisted himself up with a boot on the top of the rear tire and swung his other leg over the side. Elvis came around to wrench the tailgate down and they moved the cases to the ledge it provided. 

“Go get a dolly, E,” Sonny directed.

“Yes, sir,” Elvis nodded. 

Sonny was three years his junior but that didn’t make him any less his boss. Elvis wiped the condensation of the bottles onto the front of his striped button-up shirt as he started toward the store. Sometimes Mr. Tom Parker, the owner of both the corner store and grocery, greeted them and other times he was too busy in his quaint back office to recall when they would arrive. The bell to the door tolled as Elvis pushed it open, reaching for his cowboy hat with his opposite hand to remove it from his head. The slightly cooler inside was welcome as the air conditioner on the truck was out and rolled-down windows could only provide so much succor. 

The store was filled with shelves that Elvis easily towered over, the slight hum of the plugged-in refrigerators holding beverages and groceries filling the small store for those who didn’t want to make the grueling trip into a fluorescent lighting hell. Behind the counter sat a young, black woman he had never seen before. She was flipping through a magazine long before she noticed Elvis watching her. He wasn’t staring at her solely because of how she looked or what she was, but she was beautiful all in her own right. 

More beauty than his eyes could stand. 

Her cheekbones were high and her long hair was done in two downward braids on either side of her. The outside heat didn’t stop her from donning a cardigan over what he assumed to be a dress, the front of the bunched material cupping at her breasts. She glanced in his direction because of the bell above the door but said nothing to him. When she moved to stand, she left her magazine open and tiptoed around the divide to walk the aisles. A stack of forgotten boxes and an adhesive pricing labeler took up half of an aisle. Elvis caught himself stuck, watching as she casually walked around to the waiting bunch as if minding her business instead of working a job.

“‘Scuse me, miss, is Mr. Parker in the back there?” Elvis asked.

Lilibet squinted at first, not quite looking at Elvis as she had started labeling cans and stacking them onto the shelf. His presence kicked her productivity into gear for what little it was worth. When she finally looked him dead in the eye, she softened as her incivility had nothing to do with Elvis. 

“He is. Want me to go grab him for you?” Lilibet offered, pausing as the pricing gun and large can in her hands went slack.

“I know where his office door is. Hard ta miss,” Elvis chuckled to lighten the mood, showing he wasn’t a threat. The same way he had done to the animals he cared so dearly for. Her large eyes and thick lashes made her look like a fawn he wanted to coo at and placate.

“Have at it,” Lilibet shrugged. She returned to her task as quickly as she spared him a few words. 

Elvis nodded, walking down the same aisle she filled to pass her. She smelled of rosemary and mint as if she carried it in her pockets. Elvis exhaled once he was down at the end and in the corridor where the janitor’s closet, water closet, back door to the store, and Mr. Parker’s office were. He rapped his knuckles against the thick wood and a grunt came from the other side. Elvis grabbed the steely knob and twisted it open to a smoke-filled room a la cigars and the heady smell of body odor of the overweight man propped behind his desk. Elvis stood in the doorway to make it quick so Mr. Parker would ready their payment for both stops there and the grocery store. 

“Good mornin’, Mr. Parker. Just stoppin’ in to let you know we’re rearin’ to bring in some milk. We’ll stop by the grocery store too right after.” Elvis said.

“Good morning, my boy, good to see you. Happy to have anything from the West family. Good quality, too. Come by when you’re done.” Mr. Parker said between puffs, holding the cigar between his lips once he was done speaking. 

“Yes, sir,” Elvis agreed with a polite smile. 

Elvis left the office for the janitor’s closet to grab the dolly knowing he would get an earful from Sonny about the whole thing taking as long as it did. He could bite the bullet with no problem. In the past month, he, Sonny, and Red formed a brotherly bond that included shit-talking without repercussion. Not including the wrestling bouts that broke out and noogies to the top of someone’s head. Red swore they were going to make him go bald if they kept at it. 

“You givin’ a soliloquy in there?” Sonny asked the second he was in view.

“You ever quit bitchin’?” Elvis smirked before he fully got the words out. 

“When you get to work, yeah.” Sonny laughed. 

They stacked the crates one after the other until Elvis figured it was enough. He didn’t want to risk breaking a single bottle to prove a point. His hat stayed in place as he tugged the door to the store open swiftly, using the dolly to catch the door. Elvis wheeled over to the cold section to place the crates in groups of six. He made two more trips before returning to the truck, mentioning to Sonny how Mr. Parker requested to be seen once they were done. 

When Sonny returned, Elvis was sitting in the passenger seat, prompting him to the other side of the truck as he counted through the cash he was given. The truck rocked as Sonny’s large frame slid in beside Elvis.

“You know that girl inside?” Elvis asked soon after.

“Why? Got a problem with ‘er?” Sonny raised a brow, disapproval in his tone.

“The opposite. I didn’t catch her name. Don’t see too many… You know. I grew up with black folks, like kin. I don’t mean nothin’ by it.” Elvis shook his head. He dug his finger into the top of his cowboy hat where it lay in his lap.

“Good. ‘Cause I can’t stand a racist,” Sonny grunted, shifting forward to slide the bills into the back pocket of his jeans.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Elvis wasn’t much of a drinker and was known incontestably as the household homebody. He spent more time with Sonny’s side of the family—his parents and six other siblings. Why did he need to go out when they were their own party? Sonny damn near had to beg Elvis to go out because he needed something to do that didn’t include one of his sisters in his ear or even seeing his one other brother’s face. Red was lucky to be invited at all. Elvis obliged under friendly incumbency. What he quickly learned about Water Valley was that unlike much of the South, black and white people lived relatively symbiotically, especially due to the small population. 

When Elvis was dragged into the only bar in town, he was fully expecting the plain, usual sort of music he found lacking any diverse rhythm and swing he grew up around. The entire place was a mixed bag of company though people somewhat stuck to what they knew besides the performers on the simple wooden stage that was one step up from the creaky floorboards. Elvis lagged, the West cousins wandering ahead grabbing a table. He broke from his thoughts, warmth spreading through him with the realization he was the happiest he had been in some time. Even when he sent most of his money back home to his parents, all the people he knew and loved were the same ones he worked and lived with.

LILIBET

Lizabeth Marie ‘Lilibet’ Stevens was the daughter of two working-class parents and was born in Arkansas. By the time she was old enough to understand how hard her daddy hit her mother and what made her little sisters cry, her mama took them away to colorful Memphis without warning. Her mother scraped by with mere pennies or bills she scrounged secretly from her father. When her calling turned out to be the commune down in Water Valley, Lilibet found new normalcy. The commune made up one big house where most resided, if they chose, and the rest of the surrounding land was covered in what could be seen as shacks or shotgun houses. There were horses which she had loved since she was an itty bitty thing and enough dogs to go around that each family in the commune could easily have two. The chickens weren’t her favorite—they liked to peck and got in the way. The feral cats were her second favorite because some days they weren’t too bad and soft to the touch when they let her pet them.

Everyone had a job or place of some sort to help that was based on winning Godly favor. Not contributing was frowned upon unless someone was injured, sick, or out of sorts. Lilibet didn’t know much else or see anything wrong with how she was being raised or taught to view the world. As of late, she questioned a few things though there was no one she trusted to convey her thoughts. She was in quite the bubble though sometimes someone said something she couldn’t grasp if they referred to somewhere like Memphis. When she had the time or control of the remote to watch one of the only televisions around, she was enthralled by what she read. Some parts about the rest of the world seemed strict but others seemed a lot more carefree than she had been told.

If she were truthful, she was afraid of the rest of the world but so curious about it.

When she was faced with a tan and tall cowboy, she grew nervous the second he entered. For how quickly she saw the man, his blue eyes stuck with her. His type could either be sincere and warm or cold and demeaning. Lilibet was mildly embarrassed to be seen behind the counter reading her magazine to pass the time. The usual rush of morning folks already passed earlier that morning. The lull between the lunch and evening rush typically left her with nothing to do. Being seen as lazy always bothered her. She took a job at the corner store to earn money for herself. Back at the commune beyond the town’s center, everyone shared and did everything together. 

As she entered her twenties, she began resenting her mother’s preferred way of living she and her two other sisters had been dragged into. While she respected her mother’s decision to leave their abusive father, she accidentally entered another abusive relationship by becoming a part of what some might say was a cult. The rest may have called it free-thinking, but sometimes boundaries were overstepped where the men benefitted more than the women. She didn’t want to think about how misogyny still managed to taint their upbringing and home.

As Lilibet got closer to the gentleman, her eyes dropped to his long fingers which worked against the brim of his cowboy hat. When she did finally raise her eyes just enough, she was too shy to hold his gaze but managed to soften her features. She went back to labeling the forgotten cans she left in the aisle before he spoke. His voice was a lot deeper than she expected it to be. Gentler, too. When he disappeared to the back, she wished she asked his name since they would see each other again in due time.

The time came two weeks later during an outing with some of the only other young women in their twenties—Corinne, Grace, and Morrow (her parents were hippies through and through). They were seated at the bar, leaning forward onto forearms as they all spoke excitedly and giggled. After already sipping down their first drinks, they were all unbelievably chatty. Lilibet liked to just listen since Corinne and Morrow had the most to say and everything was dramatic and heightened. The two of them liked to play off of the other. Lilibet was turning in her seat as the music on the small half-round stage drew her attention. The first week after she encountered Elvis—Mr. Parker informed her of his name after asking if she should expect deliveries—she stopped expecting to see him. Eventually, through word of mouth, as most news traveled in a small town, she learned he worked on the West Farm which was nearly half an hour away by car. 

No wonder why she never saw him. 

But she did that night for the first time since their original encounter. Last week, he wasn’t with Sonny for the drop-off. Instead, Sonny’s brother took Elvis’ place. She tried to mind her business to hide her disappointment. Elvis was standing near the doorway of the bar, unable to notice Lilibet with how many people filled the bar that Saturday night. Nearly all of the town could have filled the place, especially once someone looked up to see there was a second floor slightly shrouded by dim lighting and the thick railing blocking seated bodies. She crossed one leg over the other, smooth skin gliding under her linen dress and her faded, hand-me-down cowgirl boots knocking together. Lilibet bumped her elbow into Grace at her side.

“There’s that Elvis guy I was tellin’ you about. Don’t be too obvious,” Lilibet said, holding her straw at her lips.

“You told me dark hair, handsome, and white. How am I s’posed to point him out in here?” Grace snorted, turning her chair to look around the bar.

Lilibet waited until Elvis was seated and she glanced around before pointing in his direction. She thought she was caught when Elvis’ head shifted in a way that could have been mistaken for being in their direction. She wasn’t sure because he didn’t make a show of holding her attention. Lilibet dropped her eyes and turned back toward the bar again, clearing her throat.

“Oh, he is handsome. Makes for eye candy in this cesspool of a town,” Grace smiled, proud of her sarcasm. Her name shouldn’t fool anyone. She was mouthy and confident. Lilibet swore she could read her mind because everything she kept inside always found its way fumbling past Grace’s lips.

“He’s a farm hand. I’ve never seen him here.” Lilibet used her straw to stir her drink.

“We’ve barely been here before,” Grace reminded her. “West Farm, that farm? Lots of people in the commune don’t care for them. Says they slaughter their animals haphazardly.” 

“Really?” Lilibet asked, not knowing any better. Neither of them did. “I wouldn’t’ve taken him as the type to get his hands that dirty.”

“Those animals deserve better than being someone’s food,” Grace said firmly.

Lilibet should have summed it up as Grace being drunk rather than a good idea yet she agreed. Most things were easier when everyone agreed. Worse, Lilibet was one of the few in the commune who partook in eating meat. She was a little hypocritical but she could empathize better with a cow than she could with a chicken. Then, that’s when the conversation spread to Morrow and Corinne who were also convinced the moral decision would be to free the West Farm cattle. In the back of Lilibet’s mind, she thought it was asking for trouble but they were preached at about how they should follow their hearts and do the right thing. How did they know the cows were being sent to slaughter? 

Lilibet had never even laid eyes on the farm herself.

“Maybe we should think on this. We hardly know where to go to get there and how will we get there,” Lilibet cut in.

“Borrow a car,” Morrow offered with a snap of her fingers.

“My boyfriend has one.” Corinne nodded.

“The horses?” Grace suggested.

“They’ll hear them clunkin’ ‘round once y’all take off with ‘em. This is one big mess waitin’ to happen. I don’t want any part of it. I couldn’t face gettin’ in trouble. My mama would be beside herself.” Lilibet shook her head, having started on her third drink in the past half an hour.

“You’re bein’ such a normy square, Lil,” Morrow cracked a smile.

“A square that won’t be in jail for the night. Sheriff Schilling might be a nice man but he can be a piece of work.” Lilibet said.

Lilibet fussed about the idea even as they saddled up. Their horses, belonging to the commune as a whole but generally untouched at the hour it was, were tied up outside in the bit of grass and alongside the building where riders could tie their horse’s reins. Somehow driving a car was far worse than drunkenly steering a horse. Corinne was the only one with a vague idea as to where the farm was. Lilibet stayed quiet on the matter as they rode at a steady gallop. Lilibet didn’t know why went with them. Her guilt would have eaten at her if something happened to her friends otherwise and she wasn’t there to stop it. Then again, the world was spinning and she was lucky her horse, Chip, was as cooperative as he could be.

The next hour was a blur of large animals, wind in her face and hair, and vomiting off the side of Chip. She was fortunate to find the softness of a bed and pillow on her face when it was all over. 

ELVIS

“I can’t believe this shit,” Elvis snapped. “I-I swear we secured that gate. There is no way in hell.”

When the news was brought to him about the cattle, one of Sonny’s sisters had been the one to find that some of their cattle strayed from their pasture and passed it on to Red’s side of the family and Sonny directly. Not only did she see it for herself but there were phone calls and a house visit by Water Valley cops responding to concerns. 

“It’s not your fault, E. Can’t be. Besides, there could have been any number of us that done it. Don’t let it get you down. All we can do now is go out and round ‘em up. Any good with a rope?” Sonny asked seriously, his brow crinkling deep in thought.

They stood outside along one of the dirt roads of the property and Elvis grimaced, knowing what was coming next. He had yet to fully acquaint himself with the horses, sure they could smell his fear and would react poorly to his wary disposition. 

“Aw, hell, Sonny,” Elvis breathed. “No better time than the present to become skilled at somethin’.”

“That’s the spirit. Good man,” Sonny clapped a hand on his back.

“‘Good man’,” Elvis mocked as they started toward the horse stables.

The mistake Elvis and the West family made was assuming the cattle escaping was a mistake. Because when it happened a second and third time, it made no sense for any of them to be so careless. None of them enjoyed having to convince the cows back home. Even with the aid of a herding dog, it was a pain in the ass. Production and profits slowed down every time they thought they were in the clear. One night, Elvis took it upon himself to stay up, shotgun in hand and a chair poised toward the pasture the remaining cows resided. The first few nights, there was nothing and eventually shifts were exchanged and taken over by West family members. 

Nothing then, too.

Weeks passed with nothing until he encountered any trace of someone risking being shot for a statement. That night, he was dozing off as he became fairly complacent about the whole thing. The sound of Earth being displaced by heavy, hooved movement caught his ear. At first, he thought he was dreaming it up for how quickly it stopped and crickets chirped in the cooling summer heat. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, damp with sweat and tickled with an anxious trigger finger. He had always liked guns. The way they made him feel in control and unafraid of the rest of the world. 

Elvis moved to stand, almost tipping the lantern next to his boot, and he squinted in the dark, beginning to raise and cock the shotgun just below his chest.

“If anyone is out there,” Elvis shouted in the dark, black night. The only visible beings under the moonlight were the white spots on the cows and the grouped shadows surrounded by harrowing trees. “You’d better think carefully unless you wanna be shot!”

Silence at first, practically nothing and so loud of a nothing that Elvis’ ears rang painfully. There was some trotting he heard going the opposite direction, fading into the distance. The slow steps that did come his way seemed to hesitate, hooves starting then stopping before turning away and fading into the night as well. Elvis’ throat bobbed as he held his breath, waiting to confirm he was alone again with the cattle. 

He exhaled only then.

LILIBET

Lilibet was losing sleep and not solely because the venture of freeing West Farm cattle was a late night job. Somehow her friends got more people in on the idea. More wasn’t a lot but it was enough. Corinne’s boyfriend was a deep believer in doing the right thing, so much so it bordered on wrong because of it. Morrow’s fraternal twin brother joined, too. Lilibet felt it was mostly out of brotherly love for his sister than actual interest. As for Lilibet, even three months later she still felt inclined to keep an eye on everyone and mostly without drinking. When she laid in her bed at night, she thought about the ruckus their actions caused. Sure, some of the cows were on the loose but she felt terrible. 

The horses shouldn’t have been ridden so late and neither should any of the West family been trapped taking shifts for their cause. She recalled seeing Elvis, slumped in his chair sleeping when he could before the sound of the horses woke him. What little bit of light came from the lantern covered him in shadows once he stood up and took half-assed aim. Lilibet’s group was too far away for any real damage but it wasn’t worth being seen or discovered.

“You heard ‘im. We’re goin’ home. Go and I’ll be lookout in case they send someone for us,” Lilibet whispered to her fellow riders.

She watched them disperse into the trees and when she turned back, Elvis was there and stern. Lilibet wanted to tell him the truth. Every time since then when she saw him in town making deliveries as needed or shopping for himself, she wanted to say something that wasn’t a quick hello or a quick goodbye. She lacked the courage and convention to open herself up to him. There was no way either of them were alike. What could they speak about or have in common? Lilibet led Chip forward a few times before shaking her head and turning away to trot after her friends.

Days passed since then and she was firm in her belief that she wanted no part in continuing. A message was sent but playing with the livelihood of the richest family in town was a looming threat waiting to come down on them. 

When Elvis came into the corner store later in the week, he saved the pleasantries and beelined for the register. Lilibet sat straight, his brows rising as he held his hat between his hands as normal. 

“Hi, Lilibet. I know this is gonna sound intrusive, but I’ve got to ask you somethin’. I hope you know I don’t mean ta offend ya,” Elvis said.

None of it sounded good, not as good as their rapport as of late. Though her guilt sat on the outskirts of every waking minute and thought, she enjoyed passively getting to know Elvis. They had yet to dive into one another’s lives but she felt something deep within her chest every time they locked eyes. She disregarded it as her own delusions and fantasies but the hunger in Elvis’ eyes couldn’t have been imagined. Sometimes he caught his eyes dipping to her lips when she spoke and his own would part subconsciously. What little hope she had to feel his strong, scarred hands on her was replaced by common decency and understanding that politeness didn’t directly mean anything. 

A sweat broke out across Lilibet’s nose.

“Yeah, okay. What is it?” she asked, dog-earing the page of her latest magazine read.

“Would anyone where you live be prone to showin’ up at the farm? I mean, I know you told me that the community is very…liberal. Nothin’ wrong with that but I can’t see why else we’re bustin’ our asses to get these cows back.” Elvis grimaced, toeing the line of treading carefully and downright accusing the commune.

Lilibet never outright spat it out that her commune was filled with hippies but anyone could see it or speak on it. The commune loved it when people did ask questions because the more the merrier. The more in touch someone was with God and a higher power, the more free they would be. That’s what they would say but Lilibet felt the iron fist of the commune around her throat at times. Her mother was so quick to please that the amount of things Lilibet or her sisters were lended out to do in the hierarchy soured her feelings about their beloved home.

“I think you should speak to the Community Leader if you have any concerns. I can’t speak on it or others’ beliefs,” Lilibet said meekly. 

“I don’t think I could ever truly say I knew you were holdin’ back until now. Now, I’m sure what it looks like, Little Bet.” Elvis said, using the nickname he had chosen for her. His voice was laced with warning and sickeningly rich sweetness that twisted her insides and dropped between her legs. Her face grew hot as she met Elvis’ eyes and knew then he could see her. She was flayed by him to the bone, unable to hide the hand she had been dealt.

“Where can I find this Community Leader?” Elvis pressed, his brow furrowed in contempt.

“It’s easier to show you—”

“Show me.” Elvis said firmly.

With a sign left on the door noting Lilibet’s projected return, she prayed Mr. Parker would stay put in the grocery store for the remainder of the day and not fire her. Elvis came into town by horse so that was their only means of travel to the commune. There were worse things—such as walking. Lilibet wore a long, patterned dress that pooled just at the top of her boots. Elvis was a gentleman, asking if she was sure about riding forward, and helped her up onto the saddle.

“What’s her name?” Lilibet asked, cooing at the horse while petting.

“Prestige,” Elvis said, grunting as he climbed behind Lilibet. “She’s also a pain in my ass. We get along when we can.” 

It was the closest the two of them had ever been outside of face-to-face conversations. The already beaming sun felt hotter, its flames licking at her shoulders as the heat of Elvis pressed into her rear and upper back. The sleeves of Elvis’ shirt rode up as he reached for the reins, steering Prestige in the opposite direction of West Farm. 

“What if you’re wasting your time?” Lilibet asked after ten minutes. At the pace they were going, they had time for a bit of chit-chat. 

“And what if I’m right? I may not know you, Little Bet, but I think it’s safe to gather who is comin’ ‘round to my doorstep at night.” Elvis said above her, eyes dropping to his company. Sweat had long since formed between them but there wasn’t much either of them could do to lessen it. Lilibet’s less pure thoughts faded into discomfort riding in the Summer heat, temporarily put at bay by tree cover. 

“If it’s nighttime, how can you tell?” She asked.

“Can’t, but it’s a feelin’ I can’t shake. Bit of common sense helps, too. Anyhow, this is why we’re goin’ to speak to your Community Leader and this will soon be water under the bridge. Won’t it, Lil’?”

“I—” Lilibet began. 

Prestige was startled by something neither of them could see. With Lilibet’s familiarity of horses, she gripped the reins as Prestige reared back onto her hind legs. Elvis, who lacked the instinct and force of habit, flew back hard into the ground and got the wind knocked out of him. 

“Whoa, girl!” Lilibet commanded, steering her away from whatever was on the ground and Elvis. She didn’t want to see him get trampled in the process. Lilibet grit her teeth as she pulled hard at the reins and directed Prestige off to the side. A snake was slithering away and out of view by the time she could calm the horse down and hop off. 

“Stay,” Lilibet pressed, hurrying to tie the reins to a low-hanging branch. 

She rushed her way over to Elvis who hardly moved but when he did, he blinked as if he weren’t all there. He groaned as he gained consciousness and her heart hurt further. They should have never touched their cattle. 

“Oh, my God,” Lilibet whispered, bringing her palms to either side of Elvis’ cheeks.

“Told you she was a no-good sonofabitch,” Elvis croaked, letting his eyes shut. 

“At least you’re talkin’,” Lilibet said frantically. “Can you move?”

“I could but goddamn, I don’t want to. Head stings somethin’ terrible right now.”

“Okay. Just… Try not to move too much.” Lilibet breathed shakily.

“I think my head is bleedin’. My stomach is turnin’ just thinkin’ ‘bout it,” Elvis breathed, opening his eyes to look at Lilibet. 

She was moving without hesitating, tearing a part of her dress to create makeshift gauze. Lilibet told him to stay calm while she folded the wrap and placed it beneath his head. When his eyes fluttered shut, she panicked and shook at his shoulders.

“Elvis? Elvis!”

[riveatstoes]

Sanders Sides as Taylor Swift Songs

Because I want to merge my hyperfixation (SaSi) and my special interest (TS)

But first some clarifications:

Most of these are vibe-based, especially when it comes to Logan because I genuinely think that he is one of, if not THE, hardest characters to get right

If you have different opinions that’s fine, I like hearing what other people have to say! (as long as you remain respectful)

Yes 99% of Remus’s are ironic, get off my back abt it did you seriously expect anything else??? Yeah that’s what I thought

There is at least one album where I chose the same song for two characters but um. Mind your business

Yes I’m counting If This Was A Movie as a Fearless song. I’m going by what album’s cover it has on it tbh

For reference my favorite is Roman and I think that may be obvious. Idk

Taylor Swift (Debut)

Logan: The Outside

Roman: Stay Beautiful

Patton: Tied Together With A Smile

Virgil: A Place in This World

Janus: The Outside

Remus: Picture to Burn (Homophobic Version)

Fearless (Taylor’s Version)

Logan: Tell Me Why

Roman: Breathe (ft. Colbie Caillat)

Patton: If This Was A Movie

Virgil: You All Over Me (ft. Marren Morris)

Janus: Don’t You

Remus: Thug Story (ft. T-Pain)

Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)

Logan: Castles Crumbling (ft. Hayley Williams)

Roman: Back To December

Patton: Never Grow Up

Virgil: Haunted

Janus: Better Than Revenge / Innocent

Remus: BTR (Slut-Shaming Version)

Red (Taylor’s Version)

Logan: Nothing New (ft. Phoebe Bridgers)

Roman: Red

Patton: Sad Beautiful Tragic

Virgil: I Almost Do

Janus: I Bet You Think About Me (ft. Chris Stapleton)

Remus: I Knew You Were Trouble (Screaming Goat Version)

1989 (Taylor’s Version)

Logan: Bad Blood (ft. Kendrick Lamar)

Roman: Wildest Dreams

Patton: Clean

Virgil: Out Of The Woods

Janus: Now That We Don’t Talk

Remus: Shake It Off

reputation

Logan: Look What You Made Me Do

Roman: Gorgeous

Patton: New Year’s Day

Virgil: Getaway Car

Janus: Don’t Blame Me

Remus: I Did Something Bad (Ratatatata)

Lover

Logan: I Forgot That You Existed

Roman: You Need To Calm Down / Afterglow

Patton: Cornelia Street

Virgil: The Archer

Janus: Death By A Thousand Cuts

Remus: ME! (ft. Brendon Urie of Panic! At The Disco)

folklore

Logan: this is me trying

Roman: mirrorball

Patton: cardigan

Virgil: peace

Janus: the lakes

Remus: exile (ft. bon iver)

evermore

Logan: closure

Roman: tolerate it

Patton: evermore (ft. bon iver)

Virgil: it’s time to go

Janus: cowboy like me

Remus: no body, no crime (ft. HAIM)

Midnights

Logan: Glitch

Roman: Maroon / Bejeweled

Patton: You’re On Your Own, Kid / Dear Reader

Virgil: Midnight Rain

Janus: Anti-Hero

Remus: Vigilante Shit (Live At The Eras Tour)

The Tortured Poets Department

Logan: I Look In People’s Windows

Roman: But Daddy I Love Him / Clara Bow

Patton: So Long, London / loml

Virgil: Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me?

Janus: The Prophecy

Remus: Guilty As Sin? (But specifically that one video of Post Malone dancing to it)

[newmusickarl]

Albums of the Year 2024: Honourable Mentions

2024 – what a year for music hey?!

We had The Last Dinner Party in Spring, a well-documented BRAT Summer, a Fontaines Fall and, finally, The Cure for the Winter. We also had a couple of big reunions: the Gallagher brothers delighting everyone by reuniting Oasis, nu-metal icons Linkin Park returning with a new vocalist and then, just last month, indie darlings The Maccabees announcing some live shows for 2025. Both the Electronic and Country music genres seemed to have a particularly great year, while artists dissecting toxic relationships also seemed to be a thematic favourite over the last 12 months. We also had plenty of memorable moments and some incredible festival performances but, above all else, we had some bloody great new music.

You’ll be pleased to know that while this blog took a backseat to some other hobbies and ventures in 2024, my listening habits certainly didn’t slow down. My Apple Music Replay tells me I’ve listened to 587 albums from 983 different artists, 4,758 songs and a whopping 35,886 minutes of music. Just like previous years, I’ve whittled this mass of new music down to my favourite Albums, EPs and Songs of the Year – starting as always with the albums.

From my own (more accurate) tally that I keep every year, I’ve actually listened to 220 Albums in 2024, with that 220 then broken down into my Top 50 Albums of the Year, my 50 unranked honourable mentions and then sadly 120 albums that didn’t make the final cut. As ever, the top albums come from a multitude of genres: pop, rock, indie, hip-hop, R&B, country, electronica, shoegaze, punk, post-punk - it’s all here! So, although there is a good chance you won’t enjoy everything on this list, hopefully there is at least something for everyone.

For those who are following my annual countdown for the first time, I have a basic criterion that has treated me well over the last decade when collating my final Album of the Year list. Generally, I’ve favoured the records that:

Had the biggest impact on me

Was a landmark culturally or within the wider music world

Showed ambition or had something unique to offer

I played the most during the year

Ultimately produced my favourite front-to-back listening experience

So, before the Top 50 countdown officially begins with the albums that finished 50-41, I wanted to just shout out the albums that I thoroughly enjoyed this year but ultimately just missed out on the Top 50 spots. This includes some fantastic debuts (Been Stellar, Dolores Forever, Fat Dog, Sprints), some surprise returns to form (The Smashing Pumpkins, Green Day, The Libertines), some late career highlights (Gruff Rhys, Maxïmo Park, James, Los Campesinos!) and plenty of the year’s biggest and most acclaimed projects (Beyoncé, Billie Eilish, Kamasi Washington, Waxahatchee).

So, officially kicking off year-end season, here are my 50 Honourable Mentions for 2024 in alphabetical order (by artist):

Arab Strap - I'm totally fine with it 👍 don't give a fuck anymore 👍

Been Stellar - Scream From New York, NY

Beyoncé – COWBOY CARTER

Bill Ryder Jones - Iechyd Da

Billie Eilish – HIT ME HARD AND SOFT

Bring Me The Horizon - POST HUMAN: NeX GEn

Caribou – Honey

Cassandra Jenkins - My Light, My Destroyer

Chelsea Wolfe - She Reaches Out To, She Reaches Out To She

Daudi Matsiko - The King of Misery

DEADLETTER - Hysterical Strength

Dolores Forever - It's Nothing

Du Blonde - Sniff More Gritty

Fat Dog - WOOF.

Fazerdaze - Soft Power

Four Tet - Three

Geographer - A Mirror Brightly

Goat Girl - Below The Waste

Green Day - Saviors

Gruff Rhys - Sadness Sets Me Free

Hovvdy – Hovvdy

The Howl & The Hum - Same Mistake Twice

Ibibio Sound Machine - Pull The Rope

IDLES - TANGK

Jack White - No Name

James - Yummy

John Grant - The Art of the Lie

Kamasi Washington - Fearless Movement

The Libertines - All Quiet On The Eastern Esplanade

Lime Garden - One More Thing

Los Campesinos! - All Hell

Maggie Rogers - Don't Forget Me

Maxïmo Park - Stream of Life

MGMT - Loss of Life

MJ Lenderman - Manning Fireworks

Mount Eerie - Night Palace

NewDad - MADRA

nothing,nowhere - Dark Magic / Hell or Highwater / Miserymaker

Orlando Weeks - LOJA 

Rahim Redcar - HOPECORE

Remi Wolf - Big Ideas

Schoolboy Q - Blue Lips

Sega Bodega - Dennis

Sick Love – Champagne

The Smashing Pumpkins - Aghori Mhori Mei

The Smile – Cutouts

Sprints – Letter to Self

Tycho - Infinite Health

Vince Staples - Dark Times

Waxahatchee - Tigers Blood

So that’s what didn’t quite make it!

Now, join me throughout December as I reveal my Top 50 Albums of the Year, My Favourite EPs of the Year, My Favourite Live Shows of 2024 and My Top 100 Songs of 2024 Playlist.

[chans-muffin]

skz hyung line x taylor swift eras

hi stayswiftie ville!!

so, im hiperfixated on both subjects and i love associating taylors eras with the things i enjoy, so w skz it would be no different :) here's my opinion!!

only the hyung line bc i lost inpo during lmao

wc: 420

notes: grammatical errors, ts unbearably, perhaps a wrong view of their personality (?) & i went to far on hyunbini im sorry 😭😭😭 i love them

bang chan - speak now / reputation!! - bro went to a lot and talked about karma multiple times, rep is something made to perform and impact, at the same time as it has insecure and more of melancholic lyrics. of course all the members went through this, but it's just that is chan more yk. and sn is just. yes. "something in his deep brown eyes has me saying 'hes not all bad like his reputation'" & all of superman & never grow up & back to december 'bout chans room :( & LONG LIVE AND TIMELESS FOR SKZ !! &@,#, im gonna shut up now but i actually have a entire playlist with these and others songs, letmk if you wanna check out :))

lee know - 1989 - i see a lot of this album associated with seungmin. for me, i see more of minho, its just the vibe that he passes on to me, since i don't know him deeply. but it's something more hidden from the media, living your youth in strange ways alongside people u appreciates, idk if it makes sense but ok kansmwj

changbin - debut / taylor swift - oK LISTEN. I KNOW HES SO COOL AND GOD OF RAP AND THEY HAD TO TAKE THE POCKETS OUT OF MY PANTS BECAUSE I WAS JUST WALKING WITH MY HANDS INSIDE THEM bUT- have you ever seen him with THE cowboy hat in topline mv? 🥺 but it's about the beginnings you know, all the way from 3RACHA to stray kids, rock and country on the same album just like we have 'sorry, i love you' and 'thunderous' in noeasy or 'leave' and 'lalalala' (all produced by changbin) he deserves everything! and your talent and effort should be recognized as many times as necessary <33 (and deep down, i also love imagining changbin with a goat with a pink lacy bow on it head KABSEKDHEKJD

hyunjin - evermore - i stand by that so fucking much you have no idea . hyune has a huge impact on stage of course, tHE photos with the red hot chili peppers shirt also made me feel,, things. but he is so much more than that :( he is an hopeless romantic with such beautiful piece arts about love and feelings. he has also shown interest and lived answering philosophical questions in the bubble community (rip 🌷) *han also mentioned that he talked a lot about philosophers with hyunjin, right? i'm not sure now* his arts also have a lot of shades of brown, yellow, gray and black and personally, these colors are very fall colors and "omg i'm in tremendous melancholy" vibe aswell so = sad autumn = evermore. HE ALSO POSTED ABOUT BETTY FROM FOLKLORE AND THESE TWO ARE SISTERS🤓. i really want to someday be able to talk about the lore of 'no body no crime' for him, also talk about the sapphic vibe radiating from 'ivy' and he would love it so much, 'champagne problems' too!! and after that he can post a beautiful photo on insta with 'evermore' in the background ((yes i took the delulu pills today

[khruschevshoe]

What I don't understand about spotify wrapped playlists is Does no one else fall asleep listening to music? And wouldn't that FUCK UP your results? Bc the songs I listen to order to fall asleep obviously place with fifteen of the top twenty on my phone's music-player app because they get to play on loop for at least FIVE-SIX HOURS A NIGHT and that is in no indicative of my usual listening habits. For one example: I listen to Penny & Sparrow and "Cowboy Like Me" to fall asleep but have spent the past few weeks listening to the Killers, The Mountain Goats, and Hozier basically on repeat while at work/home/driving and do you know which songs have hit my top ten? It isn't the band whose songs I have spinning through my brain most of the day, lemme tell you that

(Not to say I don't love Penny & Sparrow. Taylor Swift is slightly more questionable. Just that the results from two wildly different states of being count towards one set of statistics when it really should be two different categories altogether.)

[rainbowninja00]

title pending!

so there's this idea that's been bonking around my mind for... years? I'm not sure how many but it's been a while. so, it started with the idea of characters based on the 7 deadly sins (original I know) and grew into a whole false tv show in my brain. first off, LONG POST WARNING!!!!!!! just letting yall know. second, there is some inspiration from Ready Player One here, if you haven't seen it, dw you dont need the context of the story, just the idea of a VR kinda thing for the internet, EXCEPT your body ceases to exist outside of it when you arent in the internet (tm) so no bullshit someone's gonna get you while you're in there! I can and will go into the intricusies of how the internet (tm) works but there are other things I wanna expand on. mainly, our main characters!!! there are 8 main characters: one for every sin and the protagonist. (some images included to show off the general vibe/colour palette of the characters all from pinterest) starting with our main character, she doesn't really have a name cause i cant think of a good one, but she's 14-16, new to high school and experiencing the internet (tm) for the first time, she's been online, but never in the actual world before. I like to think she wears mainly black and white with hints of red or other colours in the beginning and gains more colours as time goes on and she learns more about herself and the world around her. she is heavily inspired by moon girl from marvel's moon girl and devil dinosaur

next, Pride! she is the general leader of the group since she's the most commanding and takes no shit. she tries to keep the kid safe and out of trouble, she has her own in securities and such that I can go over in a stand alone post about the specific characters. she is kinda inspired by garnet from steven universe but only in a design way.

then we have the most developed and a literal self insert: lust! he's the resident "heart throb" of the group and is probably the silliest of the group, also the one the protag meets first. he is the insighting incident in many a misadventure cause its easy to use him for that. I will go into this more later, but he's lust cause he lusts for a relationship, he's a sad boy (like me) inspiration is angel dust from hazbin but only in personality.

envy and greed are twins, identical within the internet (tm) and fraternal outside of it cause oh yeah, the 7 are all real people too. they work together very well and put on a show of wanting what the other has to outside observers. the only inspo I can think of is the general aesthetic of grossology and mammon from helluva from a design stand point.

(pretend there's an image of a big ol oversized hoodie here, almost all those photos have people in them and I dont feel comfortable with that) wrath was one of the hardest for me to pinpoint initially, his thing isn't being angry, he makes others angry by being goofy and messing with them. Like kel from omori, also his design SOMEHOW ended up being cowboy esque in my head??? so like clover from undertale yellow.

sloth is actually my favourite, she loves hyperpop, all things pink and pastel, loves performing songs with lust, but she's sloth because she doesn't do anything unless it interests her, no chores, no responsibilities, she leaves the internet(tm) the least out of them all. I saw an artist on twitter once and was like YEAH THATS THE VIBE but I forgot who they are TwT. she is also based on moon girl design wise. BEE AND PUPPYCAT AESTHETIC MY GOAT!!!

(idk if this is fan art, if it is and someone knows who made it lmk)

last and sadly least is gluttony, I don't really have them super developed, and if anyone has any ideas for them I would love to hear it!

If anyone wants to see or hear more I will happily yap about it for hours, PLEASE I AM BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES FOR PEOPLE TO REBLOG THIS I just wanna know if anyone would be interested on hearing more so I know if I should bother typing up more posts on these guys! (also id appriciate help w/ the title)

[spaceman-spaetzle]

Favorite Movie: It depends. If I want to watch something I enjoy, I really like Perfect Blue, Wendell and Wild, Reanimator, My Blue Heaven (1990), or Young Frankenstein. I also really enjoy Onyx the Fortuitous and the Talisman of Souls atm— If I’m stoned, probably either Jingle All The Way, Tony Hawk’s Boom Boom Sabotage, Goat Story, or The Cat In The Hat live action adaptation.

Favorite TV Show: Two that come to mind right now are Cunk on Earth and Derry Girls!

Favorite Music Artist: Not sure, but Rob Zombie is a nostalgic artist for me

Favorite Color: Probably basil green, but I like how olive green looks on me. Warm yellows are a close second and I’m growing to like shades of red and terracotta!

Favorite Season: Spring! Specifically earlier in spring when it’s really rainy.

Favorite Book: Depends on my mood. If I want to be entertained, Modelland by Tyra Banks. Google excerpts if you dare.

Do You Have Any Funko Pops? I have one collecting dust at my parents’ house of Abe Sapien from Hellboy.

Do you play an instrument? My parents cycled me through the piano, violin, and drums when I was young. I was also forced to be a choir kid. I currently do none of these things.

Do you have any pets? I have a black cat named Boo! We had a white cat who moved upstairs in October since Boo is an only child princess.

Do you read/write fanfiction? Sporadically. Reading-wise, my attention span is horrid but I’m getting better. As for writing, I keep saying I plan to write fic and then I don’t.

What song have you had on repeat recently? Probably Hollow Tree or Camel Dance, both by Igorrr.

What’s your relationship status? Married :D

What’s the last song you listened to? Cosmos off the Cowboy Bebop soundtrack according to Spotify

Got tagged by @disneyprincessdxminatrix !!

I’ll tag hmmm @artistocrazy @currymuttonpizza @secret-crow-syndicate @snifekinner @cringecontent-funhouse @hws-lceland and @pyrrhocorax :3 it’s optional hehe

Prompts below:

Favorite Movie:

Favorite TV Show:

Favorite Music Artist:

Favorite Color:

Favorite Season:

Favorite Book:

Do you have any Funko Pops?:

Do you play an instrument?:

Do you have any pets?:

Do you read/write fanfiction?:

What song have you had on repeat recently?:

What’s your relationship status?:

What’s the last song you listened to?:

[the-everqueen]

alf @qvincvnx tagged me to share 9 no skip albums. i had to go deep into my spotify because being asked "what do you listen to" makes me forget every song i've ever heard. this is such an interesting question because i think all of these are really good albums, but i don't necessarily listen to them on the regular, in part because i feel like they have to be heard holistically and not casually. on the other hand, a no skip album can be played in the background without me having to come out of a work hyperfocus like "ah, damn, this song sucks." (BBES is really good for just playing on loop.) this is also...somewhat embarrassing because i feel like it very accurately reflects my general music taste.

[in order: lord huron "vide noir" * the mountain goats "the sunset tree" * sufjan stevens "javelin" * mitski "be the cowboy" * the decemberists "what a beautiful world what a terrible world" * bleachers "bleachers" * black belt eagle scout "the land the water the sky" * noname "sundial" * clipping. "splendor and misery"]

tagging @two-hands-toward-the-sun, @persianflaw, @violetoftheendless, @likephysics, @scooplery, @cosmictapestry, and @crimeronan. that's not nine people, and no pressure, so if you follow me and really wanna play, consider yourself tagged.

[dinobot]

Beebo: 5, 12, 13, 23

BEEBO BEBO BEBO BEBOOOOO (sheena from tales of symphonia for people who dont speak Lea)

5. Never Quite Free - The Mountain Goats songs for people who are continuing onward even though you are so fucking scared and it is always sneaking up on you But you gotta. Do it.

12. i have so many sheena headcanons. 1. He's dyslexic 2. She's bigender 3. She loves tokusatsu- i just remembered this isnt a headcanon everyone say thank you rodeo ride tour thank you

13. shooting star+cowboy+bell+there should be a kamen rider emoji. henshin pose. The transforming justicemaxxer. sorry im on desktop i dont have emojis

23. WAHGHGHHHH I HAVE OS MANY GOOD BEBOS but stop motion bebo from the ova ed's cannot be overstated..............<3

i also like this one bc its like a tails gets trolled level emotion to me. Animal hostility

[swampcowboy]

song tag

rules: pick a song for each letter of your url, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url

@criticalyaclaimed thank you for the tag!

sparks by nana grizol we should fight by ezra furman ana ng by they might be giants my sister in jesus christ by slaughter beach, dog pale green things by the mountain goats cowboy like me by taylor swift ohio tpke by jeff rosenstock welcome to eden by samia birth of serpents by the mountain goats oom sha la la by haley heyndericks you are loved by defiance, ohio

tagging my beloved mutuals, but no pressure: @strinak @rachelkiiid @rasgullababy @izzyathena13 @redredrunning @lyrifaun @calculated-oddity @againstpollutions @srirachafilledbees @nillial @ladylightning !!