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eleanor-bradstreet · 2 years ago

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The Field: In a Week (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!Reader Modern AU Rated: T - language, discussions of sex, infidelity, mortality Word count: 2.9k

Part 2: Lavender Forever Part 4: Back to Autumn Masterpost

Summary: A decade into your marriage, you and Benedict face life's trials.

Author's Note: The third in a four-part series based on songs about fields/nature that I associate with Benedict. This part is based on the song In a Week by Hozier. 💙

A decade later

Your feet moved on their own. You were so blinded with anger, so lost in the whirl of your bitter thoughts that you let them carry you wherever they wanted. All you knew was you had to get out of the house before you snapped. You had already made a scene, walking straight out of Aubrey Hall and stomping across the cold, misted grounds while multiple members of the Bridgerton family watched. But it was better than shouting at your husband in front of them all, airing your dirty laundry in mixed company in some self destructive attempt to hurt him as much as he had hurt you. No, this was better. Just remove yourself from the situation. Cool down, reset, and find some way to awkwardly slip back and make a quick exit.

You grumbled low to yourself, spitting into the autumn air everything you wanted to say to him. All of your most wounding insults, your most witty comebacks, your most damning accusations. Things that you never had the celerity or courage to actually say in the moment, but that always won every imaginary argument. It was both exhausting and cathartic to replay the quarrels in your mind over and over, a twisted cycle you had become all too familiar with.

A sudden rustling noise snapped you back into the present moment. Looking to the treeline you saw an orange tuft dart into the shadows and then a gleaming pair of eyes turn and peer back at you. It was a fox, watching you closely as you stomped the final few yards into the expanse of the field. It was the only place you had thought to go; somewhere distant and quiet, familiar and comforting, though bittersweet now with all the memories it contained. The happiness you remembered feeling there contrasted sharply with everything you felt now. As you moved through the tall grass you traced what had led you to this point.

After a decade’s tenure working with Anthony you had felt the pull to hang your own shingle, to establish yourself outside of the family you had married into. Everyone supported your move but the transition was proving harder than you had expected. Though you knew your blame was misplaced, you had started to grow resentful of the Bridgerton name and the automatic prestige it carried. Prestige your new brand could only dream of.

You were working long hours, Benedict never seemed to not be working, and the honeymoon period was long over. He had reached a zenith of success and now it seemed every gallery from Salt Lake to Phuket wanted his pieces. But his traveling to meet with them all left no piece of him behind for you. The tender moments when you had joined together each day: swatting playfully at each other as you wrangled for the kettle, dinner burning on the hob as Benedict ignored it in favor of sprawling you across a countertop, and staying up far too late entwined in bed as you stared at the ceiling and talked of all your grand plans; none of that happened anymore. Everything felt like a transaction, even drudgery, as you both strove to fulfill life’s basic tasks while exhausted by everything you were trying to accomplish.

Arguments had arisen to replace your daydreaming. Arguments over petty things and big things too. Neither of you could make up your mind on the biggest question - whether or not you wanted children. You were admittedly both curious to see what you might look like blended together in a new person and wanted to send them out as an agent of good in an increasingly uncertain world. But it was that same uncertainty that made you fear to bring them into it. And you both knew that your lifestyles didn’t currently lend themselves to parenthood. While you suspected Benedict believed a child would bring you closer together, you feared that the added stress of a helpless dependent may tip you over the edge.

The bliss that had once dominated your relationship now seemed to be only a memory. The generator in your chest that he had installed had run out of fuel. You were starting to contemplate things you could never have imagined only a few years prior. The D word. Something you had previously found so dirty, akin to a slur and having no place in the same sentence as Benedict’s name. Now it was beginning to have an odd kind of appeal. But it still forced tears from your eyes every time you thought about it, as it did now. With a shaking exhale you sat down, your hot tears contrasting with the cold dew in the grass. Failure and frustration welled within and you sank your head onto your knees, trapped in a loop of anguished thoughts.

When you heard more rustling you looked up, wondering if the fox had grown curious enough to approach. But it was Benedict, walking toward you slowly with his hands in his coat pockets, frowning.

You hastily brushed the tears from your cheeks.

“Benedict, please. I don’t want to do this right now.”

“Well, I didn’t want my wife to storm out of a family gathering in front of everyone and fuck off into the wilderness but here we are.” His voice was cutting, his eyes steely. “Is this your solution? To just not talk about it and eventually wander back in and act like nothing happened? Do I get to simmer in your resentment for the rest of the night?”

“Ben, stop,” you whispered, tears rising again.

“We need to fix this!” He barked, the sternness in his jaw so uncharacteristic. Then he softened. “I want to fix this."

The broken pleading cut through you and you saw a fleeting glimpse of the Benedict you had fallen in love with, still hiding there under everything that had happened. You knew he was talking about more than just your tiff in the family room. He was talking about everything.

“I want to fix this too.”

You allowed him to sit next to you in the grass but when he reached for your hand you jerked it away.

“I’m sorry,” he offered.

You wouldn’t forgive that easily. If he wanted to fix things, he had to understand how he hurt you. “You made a joke at my expense.”

“I thought you’d laugh with me!” he reasoned. “You used to.”

“Used to was a long time ago. Now the jokes about your wife’s adorable, failing hobby business are wearing thin. I know you can’t relate. You or anyone in your family, with your fabulous lives.” You knew you sounded petulant but were giving free reign to your honest thoughts. Ever since stepping outside of the family business, you had felt somewhat outside of the family too. You only had yourself to blame and knew it was objectively untrue but couldn’t defeat your niggling imposter syndrome.

“Hey,” Benedict’s eyes were full of concern. “You are part of this family. What’s mine is yours.”

“Alright.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, leaving spite in the driver’s seat.

“I didn’t know it would upset you so much.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” you spat. “You wouldn’t know much about me anymore because you’re never around. Gallivanting all over the world, one gallery to the next while your quaint little wife sits at home.”

Now it was his turn to be exasperated. “You told me you needed to stay and focus on your work.”

“Just the first time and you’ve never asked me to join you again!” You stared him down, waiting for him to acknowledge fault, wanting him to explain himself. His silence stretched your anger to the breaking point. If you were going to have it out, you would have it all out.

You cooled your voice and turned away from him. “I suppose that’s good for your image. I wouldn’t want to be a third wheel.”

From the corner of your eye you saw his head snap up. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I’m not stupid, Ben. And other women aren’t blind.” You took a shaking breath, fearing where the conversation would lead but knowing you had to pursue it. The suspicion and insecurity had been simmering within you for too long.

After a long pause he finally spoke, his voice hollow. “You think I’m running around on you?”

The words fractured your heart and you had to stifle a whimper against the pain. “You tell me,” you whispered. “So much time spent apart.”

You held your breath, waiting for all of your worst fears to be confirmed. A devastating truth that would simultaneously destroy you and set you free. But you were only met with more silence. You turned back to see Benedict staring at the ground, jaw locked and eyes searching.

“Nothing to say?” you prodded. “Should I take that as an admission?”

He looked up, pale eyes stormy while his voice was surprisingly calm. “No. I’m trying to think what I could have possibly done to undermine your faith in me like this. Maybe I didn’t fuck up in one big way. Maybe I fucked up in a thousand tiny ways. Over time, is that enough to make you think I’d go back on my vow?” The pain in his voice and confusion in his eyes immediately tore down your defenses. With only a few quiet sentences he deftly convinced you of his innocence and made you regret accusing him at all.

You swallowed thickly. “Your vow?”

“Our wedding vows. Remember?” He raised his eyebrows sarcastically. “Big party. You wore white. In this very field in fact.” He gestured to the landscape before you. The sky was clouded and the green was fading into straw tones. But your memories could etch in every detail of that sunlit day. A day of bliss when you joined your lives together, just feet from where you sat now.

Benedict continued, his words fervent. “We made vows. Vows that I remember and that I’m not going to break. No matter how many mistakes I make, my commitment to those stays the same. Do you believe me?”

His burning gaze made you tremble, nearly speechless in the face of his loyalty. Your enmity melted away with a half-hearted quip. “They weren’t really vows, per se.”

“No, they were better.” This time Benedict took your hand and you didn’t pull away. He held it tightly. “My heart unto yours is knit, so that but one heart can we make of it.” Smiles flitted across both your faces, remembering all of the Shakespeare he had insisted on using for your ceremony. ‘Eternal words for an eternal love,’ he had said.

He brought your hand to his lips and pressed the softest kiss to your knuckles before pulling it to his chest. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to share my heart with anyone else if it's actually yours in the first place.”

You broke, letting your tears release the pressure of all the guilt, relief, love and hope building within. His arms instinctively wrapped around you as you leaned against him, now surrounded by warmth and his familiar smell. This was your husband, the love of your life. This was Benedict. He wasn’t perfect, but then neither were you. You had challenges to face and wounds to heal, but knew with certainty that the person you wanted to turn to through it all was him. Even if he was the cause of pain himself. You chuckled against his neck, laughing and crying simultaneously at the beautiful contradiction.

Benedict pulled back to meet your eyes. “Do you believe me?”

You nodded and he let out an audible sigh of relief, grinning as he rested his forehead against yours and held your face in his hands. “And then end life when I end loyalty.”

You surged forward and kissed him, the salt of your tears tingeing your lips. The two of you clung together, tension easing as your bodies and souls bolstered each other again. You lowered slowly to lie in the grass, side by side with your hands clasped.

“I miss you on these trips too, you know,” he revealed. “It’s fucking agonizing. I don’t want to travel as much as I do, but…”

“You need to,” you assured him, realizing your selfishness and insecurity couldn’t stand in the way of his dreams. “I want to see the works of Benedict Bridgerton displayed across the world. It’s what you deserve. It’s what you’ve earned. Starving artist no more.”

He quirked a brow. “Was I ever?”

“No,” you smiled. “And maybe I’ll join you sometimes.”

He squeezed your hand. “Yes, please. It would be good for both of us. You never know who may be in need of a Creative Director.”

The mess of your job situation came hurtling back. The last thing you wanted was a handout. “Ben…”

“I’m not going to go slinging your name around and angling for favors. We can just keep our ears open,” he explained. “Let the nepotism work after you’ve applied.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his dry remark. It was inescapable, the fact that you were tied to a surname that opened doors. But you knew Benedict would support you in rising based on your own merit. You had never actually asked for his help and chastised yourself for it.

He turned to stare up at the grey sky, mumbling to himself. “And I can give my damn fist a rest.”

You balked. “I’m sorry?”

The way he wiggled his eyebrows confirmed everything.

You smirked. “Are you saying you’re sullying all these five star hotel rooms with your self abuse?”

“Whenever I think of you.” His menacing little grin never failed to ignite a spark in your stomach. Despite how your body always ached for his, your suspicion of his infidelity had bled into suspicions about your sex life. Every time he returned home he pounced on you, but you had assumed it was driven by guilt or pure animalistic need, not by passion. You had felt like you owed it to him as a welcome home gift. You hadn’t realized how much he still longed for you. To imagine him alone in every far flung city, pleasuring himself while gasping your name, it was both tantalizing and a bit heartbreaking.

“Why don’t you call me?” you asked.

He looked dumbfounded. “You would want that?”

“Yes.” You rolled over and gave him a deep kiss, murmuring against his lips. “Timezones be damned, I want to know you're coming for me on the other side of the world.”

“Fucking hell,” he exhaled, eyes glittering. You smiled and snuggled into his side, the two of you lying in silence, studying the clouds, quietly envisioning the new chapter you were embarking upon. You felt a sense of peace returning that had eluded you for years.

You could have laid there for years or for hours, you weren’t sure. You were just content to feel Benedict’s hand in yours, to hear the quiet rustle of the wind in the grass, and to know that happier days lay ahead. But eventually the light started to dim, the temperature dropped to the point that your breath became visible, and you knew you had to return to the world outside of your hideaway.

“I don’t want to go back,” you confessed. “I made an ass of myself.”

Benedict smirked. “It would look worse that I marched off after you and neither of us ever returned.”

You were no longer concerned about anyone’s perception of you. Not while you were together. “They should know by now where to find us,” you shrugged. “What’s the plan? Lie here forever?”

You inhaled the crisp air, realizing the appeal. “Sounds nice, doesn’t it?”

“It does.” Benedict nestled deeper into the grass with a smile. “Lay here until we just dissolve into the grass. Become the flowers. That would really throw a wrench into the dandelion wine production.”

You both burst into laughter. It felt so good to laugh again.

“They’d find us in a week,” you mused. “Or whatever is left of us after the foxes have had a taste.”

He grimaced. “Gruesome.”

“It wouldn’t be our problem. We’d be gone. Somewhere. Together.”

Dark as it was, there was an undeniably appealing beauty in the idea. That the two of you could let the world fall away and rest forever in your favorite place, slumbering together through frosts and thaws and watercolor sunrises. You lay in complete stillness imitating the corpses you imagined yourselves to be, your hands clasped so tightly that you could feel both your pulses between them. They were slowing, your hearts settling back into a calm echo of one another after dissipating their anger.

Benedict spoke softly. “I’m sorry for everything.”

“I am too.”

You knew with certainty that you had rounded a corner, entered a new era of honesty with one another. One upon which you could build the next decades of your shared life. Benedict, ever the mind reader, confirmed as much.

“A new start from here on out, yeah? We let our bitter selves die here.”

You turned to face him, cherishing his crooked grin, his bright eyes, every smile line that carved his features and fleck of grey that hid at his temples. You saw the boy who had kissed you in a swirl of dandelion tufts, the menace who ravished you with sinful delights, the husband who anchored you through every storm, and the man who you would follow to the ends of the earth. All rolled into one beautiful soul that you were blessed to have joined with your own.

You squeezed his hand. “Alright. We’ll lay here and die a little. Then I want to be home with you.”

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justabigoldnerd · 5 months ago

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Hey y'all, in just two days it'll be Grief Month, so I've decided to compile a list of things that people who haven't experienced the loss of a close loved one might not think about when writing grief in fiction.

*eye twitches*

This is definitely a healthy way to cope probably

ANYWAY (below the cut because TW for death and grief)

Absence. You notice what's *not* there anymore, and you notice it *loudly*. This is the big one that I don't see in a lot of media. The space just feels empty. Devoid. For a real life example, I had a beloved cat who would literally scream for attention because he didn't understand how to come up and ask for it. When he disappeared, I couldn't stop thinking about how quiet it was. Something was very obviously missing. So, make your characters notice the lack of the person they're mourning. A lag in conversation where they would've added a quip, the kitchen being silent when it was always bustling, a character who always left the TV or radio on passes and suddenly there is no show or song playing quietly in the background. The quiet, the absence, it's oppressive. It makes you want to cover your ears. Oddly enough, sometimes that helps. A song that covers this well is "Through Me (The Flood)" by Hozier.

Memories. This one seems obvious, but it's not just crying in bed to a photo of them. It's *avoiding* photos of them, reminders of them, rooms they've been in, places they've frequented. Everything that reminds you of them feels like it's tearing your body in two with rusty shears. I once locked myself in the middle bathroom of my house because being in any other room reminded me too much of my dog who had passed suddenly at 9 months and I had a panic attack fueled by memories of her. I couldn't even sing or dance anymore for a long time because that's what I was doing with her just the week before she passed. I've only recently been able to look at photos or videos of her again.

Time. In mid September, it will have been two years since my best friend, that 9 month old pup passed. I am still reeling with grief. Your body is a clock and it *will* remember when your loved one passed, even if your mind doesn't. You'll start to think of them more often, you'll start going through the cycle of grief again and you won't know why, until it hits you. It's that time of year again.

Blame. Irrational blame, specifically. You'll blame yourself, others, "if only I had been quicker", "if I had known", "if they'd have just locked the door like I kept telling them to", "if they paid closer attention", and even "If they'd have *cared* this wouldn't have happened." It's wrong, it's bitter, it's hurtful, but it's a part of that grief.

Keepsakes. Not your father's watch or your grandmother's blanket (which are still perfectly lovely and valid!), but the pants with holes in the ankles from my late dog's teeth, or the glasses with a crack splitting one of the lenses from where she grabbed them and took off. I was so angry at her for it at the time. Now they're some of my most prized possessions. I could never get rid of them. They still have her marks. In that same vein is the amount of stray hairs of hers I would find. I kept them all. Sometimes I would just sit on the floor and pick up her fur. The day I realized her fur had stopped showing up on my clothes, I sobbed.

Love. We all know the quote. "What is grief if not love persevering?" As beautiful as it is, I call bullshit. Grief is selfish. It takes all the love you have inside of you and covers it in cement because if it can't have it, no one can. It prevents you from loving. In fact, it made me hate one of my dogs, Petunia, for a long time. It wasn't her fault. She is a beautiful, sweet, sensitive little flower and I do love her now. But grief made me look at her and feel so much rage. Because that was supposed to be *my* pup, not this new thing. I still can't love in the same capacity that I loved Giz (my 9 month old pup, my best friend, my world). I love my dog, the dog that chose *me*, Laika, in a different way. She wormed her way past the walls that grief had built up and made a home in my heart. But Giz lives there too. Laika is my girl, but she'll never be my Giz.

That's all I can think of right now. I might add more as the month wears on and I remember things. Hope this was at all helpful and not just. Idk. Sad.

#mawce likes to write #grief

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callunavulgari · 27 days ago

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"Are you feeling nervous? Are you having fun? It's almost over It's just begun"

Heather’s Top 50 Songs of 2024

dear arkansas daughter — lady lamb // goodbye — bo burnham // you will be okay — sam haft // murder on the dancefloor — sophie ellis-bextor // nothing you can take from me — rachel zegler // bad idea right? — olivia rodrigo // red flag — billy talent // sign of the times — harry styles // all american bitch — olivia rodrigo // troubadour — perceval // hayloft || — mother mother // poison — blake roman, sam haft // hell's greatest dad — andrew underberg // what a life — scarlet pleasure // shadow — livingston // end of beginning — djo // gloom — djo // revolution — bishop briggs // thank you and goodnight — black gryph0n // never be lonely — cascada, jax jones // too sweet — hozier // ...well, better than the alternative — will wood // another day of sun— la la land // good luck, babe! — chappell roan // astoria — marianas trench // can can (hardstyle mix) — da tweekaz // lunch — billie eilish // smalltown boy — bronski beat // i drove all night — celine dion // pink pony club — chappell roan // joyride — kesha // like a prayer (choir version) — deadpool & wolverine soundtrack // please please please (epic cover) — morgan clae // the ballad of the witches' road — kathryn hahn // abasement tapes — johnny dynamite & the bloodsuckers // dying days — graveyard club // the lighthouse — stevie nicks // disease — lady gaga // wolf in sheep's clothing — set it off // heavy is the crown — mike shinoda, emily armstrong // unsweetened lemonade — amelie farren // labour (the cacophony) — paris paloma // no one mourns the wicked — wicked cast // isha's song — eason chan // ma meilleure ennemie — stromae, pomme // abstract (psychopomp) — hozier // roll the credits — danielle ponder // down by the river — borislav slavov // the line — twenty one pilots // all eyes on me — bo burnham

short version | long version | spotify wrapped

short version is the link to what you see here, my helpfully abridged version. long version will lead you to the 153 song, 9 hour and 7 minute supercut playlist which i’ve been slowly cultivating since early january. spotify wrapped will lead you to a mixture of the long and the short version, which is honestly pretty accurate but does not helpfully represent my ear worms of the week.

under the cut are the lyrics that really resonated with me, some glimpses of my life and what these meant to me, and uh, at least a moderate amount of anger and doom and gloom.

i. dear arkansas daughter || lady lamb i kneel down in the sea to the ocean floor, i will sink like a steel chest full of weapons and on the spine of the tide you will rise like a red ripe, red ripe apple

This was one of the earliest earworms from early January, so I don't particularly remember where I first heard it. It may have been Tiktok? I vaguely remember something about an up and coming album and it MAY have been this one. Either way, catchy and lovely. ii. goodbye || bo burnham am i going crazy? would i even know? am i right back where i started fourteen years ago?

Oh, okay, so I guess we're talking about this now. I expected to get further than the second song on this playlist before I talked about crippling depression and dread, but hey, there it is. It's very hard, as an american in december of 2024, to remember that there was a time before november. that in fact, most of the year was actually good. things happened to me this year. we bought a house. a HOUSE! our very good friend got married! two of our friends are expecting! february (which is when this song really seeped into me) and march were both very bad months for me, but then i coasted through spring and summer on a wave of hope, of joy.

but those lyrics - am i right back where i started fourteen years ago - feels very relevant to me right now. cycle after cycle of pain and fear. being tired of fighting. of constantly being sad and angry and so very scared. it seems so small, being on the cusp of 2025, and being scared for OUR future when so many others have it worse. this year was a constant spin cycle of hurt and pain and fear and joy and hope and back round again. ukraine still dealing with russia. palestine. election season ups and downs. brat summer, as they say, when for a moment, just a moment, we all had hope. i'm tired. i feel like we're going backwards. and i feel like i'm going crazy. but honestly? would i even know?

iii. you will be okay || sam haft and when creation goes to die you can find me in the sky upon the last day and you will be okay

Funny thing. I actually discovered this song back in February (during the aforementioned dark days) before Hazbin Hotel put Helluva Boss on my radar. I needed an anxiety playlist and this was on one of the ones I was listening to and it just resonated. iv. murder on the dancefloor || sophie ellis-bextor it's murder on the dancefloor but you better not kill the groove, DJ gonna burn this goddamn house right down Saltburn was uh, a thing. I watched it. It was something. However, this effing song was so insanely catchy that it has dogged me through the whole year. And yes, it is incredibly fun to dance around the house to, though I did NOT try to do it naked.

v. nothing you can take from me || rachel zegler, the covey band you can't take my past you can't take my history I still have not watched The Ballad of Snakes and Songbirds. BUT I have listened to this song A LOT. vi. bad idea right? || olivia rodrigo seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right? seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right? seein' you tonight, fuck it, it's fine

Her music is so effing catchy. SO catchy. vii. red flag || billy talent cast off the crutch that kills the pain the red flag wavin' never meant the same the kids of tomorrow don't need today when they live in the sins of yesterday

I THINK that this song was on a fic playlist for the mindblowing Westworld Steddie AU that I read earlier in the year. viii. sign of the times || harry styles just stop your crying have the time of your life breaking through the atmosphere and things are pretty good from here I was never a one direction fan, but this song made it's rounds on tiktok and I just. I don't know. There was one silly little thing that I did on tiktok to this song a week out from marrying Nick last year and it's just stuck with me ever since. ix. all-american bitch || olivia rodrigo i'm a perfect all-American bitch with perfect all-American lips and perfect all-American hips i know my place, i know my place, and this is it

You know the part of this song where she's just fucking screaming and then puts on the pretty little smile and the pretty little sing-songy voice? That is what the last few months has felt like. x. troubadour || perceval *instrumental*

Another one that made it's rounds on tiktok and caught me by the throat.

xi. hayloft ii || mother mother an eye for an eye, a leg for a leg a shot in the heart doesn't make it unbreak

It's Mother Mother? Do I need to have any other reason? xii. poison || blake roman, sam haft, andrew underberg poison, i'm drownin' in poison i'm fillin' up my glass but it's always hollow full of poison, i'm sick of the poison wish i had something to live for tomorrow…

If this list was HONEST it would probably just be this entire soundtrack on loop fifty times, because guys, Hazbin Hotel GOT me this year. It got me bad. I made myself pick two songs from the soundtrack and I'm still not confident that I picked the right ones.

xiii. hell's greatest dad || hazbin hotel cast i'm truly honored that we've built such a bond (aw) you're like the child that I wish that I had (uh, what?) i care for you, just like a daughter i spawned (hold on now!) it's a little funny, you could almost call me daaaaad The second song from Hazbin Hotel, chosen because, well. It's my two favorite characters. xiv. what a life || scarlet pleasure what a life, what a night what a beautiful, beautiful ride don't know where I'm in five but I'm young and alive fuck what they are saying, what a life

This song is from the soundtrack of a movie starring Mads Mikkelson. I have NOT watched it, but the song itself came onto my radar during the spring/summer era where I was actually happy and made me feel things. xv. shadow || livingston don't you let them take control don't you let them break your soul it's not the devil at your door it's just your shadow on the floor

Still think it's tragic that this song wasn't on the Arcane season two sountrack. Very Arcane-coded. xvi. end of beginning || djo and when i'm back in Chicago, i feel it another version of me, i was in it i wave goodbye to the end of beginning One, this song would have had me the moment it made it to tiktok REGARDLESS of who djo is. Two though, is it completely shocking that the year that I am absolutely obsessed with Stranger Things this becomes one of my favorites? No? This song is so fucking sad, but it's synthy little bits just make me so happy.

xvii. gloom || djo so goodbye farewell go fuck your mother go fuck yourself

Actual favorite djo song.

xviii. revolution || bishop briggs welcome to my revolution got the storm clouds coming you won't see me running

Hmm.

xix. thank you and goodnight || black gryph0n but it's not goodbye forever 'cause we're all down here together and we hope we get to see you when you die

The fact that the original pilot cast made this ACTUALLY stings a little. But god, it's such a banger. Thank you and goodnight indeed.

xx. never be lonely || cascada, jax jones who'd have thought we'd make it? look at where we are is this what dreams are made of? Cascada, in 2024? It's more likely than you think.

xxi. too sweet || hozier i think i'll take my whiskey neat my coffee black and my bed at three you're too sweet for me So, I SAW Hozier this year. One of his stops on the Unreal Unearth tour was Ohio so I bought some GOOD seats because after Florence and MCR, he is my last bucket list artist, and my GOD. He is absolutely lovely, for one. He sung happy birthday to one of his crew members. He thanks you every other song. His hair is full of secrets. He sang every song I wanted him to and more. An entire stadium singing Take Me to Church was fucking magical. I have never come closer to going deaf than I did that night, purely from the shrieking fans. And when he told everyone that THIS song, which is on his Unheard album, which we ALMOST DIDN'T GET AT ALL, was his first Top 100. There were AUDIBLE gasps. AUDIBLE.

xxii. ...well, better than the alternative || will wood baby, could you play along with me baby, would that be alright with you and when we find out what's wrong with me could you tell me how I'm right for you

THIS was on a Gerard Keay playlist. I love the whole playlist, but this was my favorite. xxiii. another day of sun || la la land 'cause maybe in that sleepy town he'll sit one day, the lights are down he'll see my face and think of how he used to know me

God, listening to some of these songs and remembering when I had actual joy is really hard.

xxiv. good luck, babe! || chappell roan when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night with your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife and when you think about me, all of those years ago you're standing face to face with "i told you so" you know i hate to say, "i told you so" you know i hate to say, but, i told you so

I was GENUINELY upset that this song was number 6 on my spotify wrapped, because other than Hazbin, Chappell Roan defined my music tastes this year. And THIS PART, THIS PART, goes so FUCKING HARD. xxv. astoria || marianas trench oh yeah, i'll say whatever doesn't make me stronger kills me but it's gonna be a long year

Another band we were supposed to see this year, we were going to make the drive up to Cleveland in October (I think? it may have been August) but we ended up getting sick right before the concert and had to miss it. I was really sad about it. This song was amazing though! xxvi. can can (hardstyle mix) || da tweekas, high level*instrumental* I challenge you NOT to feel things when this is playing loudly. xxvii. lunch || billie eilish i could eat that girl for lunch yeah, she dances on my tongue tastes like she might be the one

I did not have Billie Eilish singing a song about cunnilingus on my bingo card for this year, but girl, this was a fuckin banger.

xxviii. smalltown boy || bronski beat run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away I just like the vibes. xxix. i drove all night || celine dion i taste your sweet kisses, your arms open wide this fever for you is just burning me up inside

Hearing this felt very similar to the feeling that I felt when I found out that Cher did an entire Abba album. I just missed her voice. xxx. pink pony girl || chappell roan I thank my wicked dreams a year from Tennessee Oh, Santa Monica, you've been too good to me Won't make my mama proud, it's gonna cause a scene She sees her baby girl, I know she's gonna scream

Look I can match her pitch perfectly in this song, so singing it in the car was an absolutely delight this year. xxxi. joyride || kesha Oh, you say you love me? (That's funny) Well, so do I

Kesha! KESHA! In 2024! I am so happy for her. xxxii. like a prayer (choir version) — i'll take you there choir Life is a mystery Everyone must stand alone I hear you call my name And it feels like home I was obsessed with this song LONG before I actually watched the Deadpool & Wolverine movie. I love choral covers in general, but oh my god, there were SO MANY good edits to this! SO MANY. Also, I'm sorry, but the fact that christians are singing this in megachurches right now have me rolling. xxxiii. please please please (epic cover) || morgan clae Please, please, please don't prove I'm right And please, please, please Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice I'm sorry, but I am OBSESSED with this cover. It's better than the original, I'm sorry Sabrina, I just really like big broadway numbers and this scratches the itch.

xxxiv. the ballad of the witches' road || agatha all along cast Marching ever forward 'Neath the wooded shrine I stray not from the path I hold death's hand in mine

Agatha All Along. It was a thing. I fell head over heels for every version of this song. Hearing Patti Lupone again was a delight and while I love every single character and every episode (well, most), HER episode was a goddamn fucking masterpiece. Sorry, but the two last episodes after that were a bit of a letdown considering. xxxv. abasement tapes || johnny dynamite and the bloodsuckers We don't gotta cry no more We don't gotta care at all We never gotta wake up

Nothing deep about this one, I just love it. xxxvi. dying days || graveyard club The moments go quick The hours are fading to dying days The thought makes me sick— The feeling I’ve wasted this life away

This came on a random playlist when I was driving somewhere and I IMMEDIATELY loved the dreamy vibes. That synth! xxxvii. the lighthouse || stevie nicks I wanna teach 'em to fight I wanna tell 'em This has happened before Don't let it happen again The fact that STEVIE NICKS wrote a song about this election, about the fact that our rights are getting taken away and how we need to stand up and fight, and so many people still didn't fucking vote just kills me. I'm tired. I'm SO fucking tired. The next few years are going to be so fucking horrible. I guess my only consolation is the fact that his base are starting to realize they fucked up. Too little too fucking late. xxxviii. disease || lady gaga There are no more tears to cry I heard you beggin' for life (go) Runnin' out of medicine (go) You're worse than you've ever been (go)

At least we got this banger out of it.

xxxix. wolf in sheep's clothing [REBORN] || set it off Who am I kidding? Now, let's not get overzealous here You've always been a huge piece of shit If I could kill you, I would, but it's frowned upon in all 50 states Having said that, burn in Hell! The anger in this song REALLY resonated. xl. heavy is the crown || mike shinoda, emily armstrong This is what you asked for, heavy is the crown Fire in the sunrise, ashes rainin' down

Arcane was a thing. Arcane and Dragon Age are basically the only things that have kept me a fully-formed human for the last few months.

xli. unsweetened lemonade — amelie farren I fucked the reaper cause I knew My time was coming can't you see I was either gonna die At 12 or 90-fucking-3 It's just a fucking banger, okay. xlii. labour- the cacophony || paris paloma Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired

There's that fucking anger again.

xliii. no one mourns the wicked || wicked movie cast Goodness knows The wicked die alone She died alone

Even if I'd despised the movie (I didn't - I loved it), watching it would have been fucking worth it for the look in her eye, the sound of her voice, when she sang this part. xliv. 這樣很好 (Isha’s Song) || eason chan 吹散乌云用一抹蓝色 ��就算世界满是荒芜我们抬头就能看见月亮

I am NOT going to say words about this because I honestly just cannot. I CANNOT. I am literally crying just listening to this again. xlv. ma meilleure ennemie || stronae, pomme Tu sais c'qu'on dit "Soit près d'tes amis les plus chers" Mais aussi "Encore plus près d'tes adversaires" I was fairly ambivalent about this one when i first heard it. There were A LOT of good songs on the Arcane s2 soundtrack (though imo, season one sountrack was still better). Anyway, this grew on me. xlvi. abstract (psychopomp) || hozier All my love and terror Balanced there between those eyes See how it shines

Again, saw Hozier this year. I expected to cry the whole concert, because that's what I do when I'm overwhelmed by music. I did tear up a bit here and there during my favorites, particularly the older songs. But THIS SONG. I'd never heard this song. I put my phone down. Camera away. I listened. This song is about a moment in his life where they experienced an animal getting hit by a car. It's literally a song about roadkill. But it's also so much more, because GOD, how it shines. Listen to this song, please. xlvii. roll the credits || danielle ponder Hold my head and saw the whole sky I never felt so damn alive And if there's smoke, then I'll be water If there's fire, I'll be rain

This is the song that plays during the end credits of Dragon Age Veilguard. Much like other Dragon Age credit songs, it feels almost dizzyingly not appropriate in context. But it's beautiful. And I was crying. Fuck this game.

xlviii. down by the river || borislav slavov Take my hand and hold it tight 'Cause you and I are everywhere The night is young We're goin' down, down, down by the river (by the river, by the river)

I still have not beaten this fucking game. It HAUNTS me. xlix. the line || twenty one pilots Please don't let them see me Sure there's nothing left to try I can feel the light shine on my face Did I disappoint you?

Do me a favor. Don't listen to the version of this on my playlist. Listen to this live version from the game awards (minding the fact that there are Arcane spoilers playing on the screen behind the stage). Listen to his fucking voice when he screams this part. Listen to the pain. And then go look at the MANY tiktok edits of this part of the song to Arcane snippets. I'll wait. l. all eyes on me || bo burnham You say the ocean's rising like I give a shit You say the whole world's ending, honey, it already did You're not gonna slow it, Heaven knows you tried Got it? Good, now get inside

Mic drop to this year. Let's see if I survive the next one.

#heather says what #fanmixes #2024 #year in review #year in music #new year's memes #music makes the world go round

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bi-bard · 2 years ago

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We'd Become the Flowers - Dean Winchester Imagine [Supernatural]

Title: We'd Become the Flowers

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Based On: In a Week

Word Count: 604 words

Warning(s): mention of hunting

Summary: (Y/n) finally convinces Dean to actually relax for a weekend. While on their trip together, the two entertain the idea of never going back to hunting.

Author's Note: Every time I find a cute song, I go "Fuck it! Dean deserves this!"

This is probably more of a drabble than anything.

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After I ended up in the hunting life, I never thought that I would ever find myself on a vacation.

I had always expected to be too busy. I expected one emergency after the other to always be in the way of ever having a truly relaxing day.

But here I was, sitting on a chair on the patio of a cabin tucked away from the world. Not only that, but Dean was in the seat next to me. I had seen many things that I would have considered impossible. But this... this was more shocking than the rest of it.

"What are you looking at," Dean asked, looking over at me.

I blinked a few times, snapping out of my thoughts. "Hmm?"

Dean chuckled. "I asked what you were looking at."

"Oh," I mumbled. "Just... you."

He scoffed. "I could tell-"

"Shut up," I cut him off. "I just... I don't think this has hit me yet. We're on a vacation, Dean. Holy crap!"

"I know, I was part of the decision to go."

"Oh, don't be an ass," I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning back in my seat.

"Hey," he said, drawing the word out a bit. I didn't respond. "(Y/n)..."

He reached over and poked at my arm.

"Come on..."

I bit my lip to keep from smiling at him.

"Well, this isn't gonna work."

I heard the wood of the patio creaking as he stood up and walked over to me. He stopped right in front of me, leaning forward on the armrests of the chair.

One of his hands reached out and touched my chin, guiding me to look at him. He grinned at me. I tried to keep myself from grinning at him. He chuckled at me before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine.

I sighed as my eyes closed and I kissed him back.

I could spend forever like this.

I never considered leaving the hunting life before I met Dean. I thought that I would always be stuck in the same cycle of hunts and research and more hunts. But Dean made me feel like I could have so much more than that. He already gave me so much more than that.

He pulled away first.

"We should stay here forever," I mumbled to him. "Right here."

"Just throw out the guns and call it a day?"

"Have late mornings and homecooked dinners every night," I continued. "You could get a good job fixing up cars. I'll do... something. I didn't think that far ahead."

He chuckled at me.

"And we'll have enough peace to kiss each other and hold each other and love each other," I leaned in and pressed a few more kisses to his jawline. "And then, when we're both old and tired, we'll die next to each other. Holding hands."

"And let the house stink."

"Someone'll stumble upon us. And they'll tell our story. And we'll live forever. In more than some strange legacy of violence."

I heard Dean hum before he moved his head to kiss my lips properly again. I hummed back against his lips.

"I like your thinking," he muttered between kisses.

I smiled. He stopped to smile back at me.

"One day," he promised. "I'll get you that cute little place where we can live forever."

I cupped the sides of his face. "We've earned it."

He nodded. "Absolutely."

And as he leaned down to kiss me again, I knew that my forever didn't need to be a place or a life or job or anything like that.

It was just him.

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radios-universe · 1 year ago

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hi i’m so glad we’re mutuals now!! you seem super cool (and my messages are open if you want to talk :)

what’s the last song you found yourself obsessing over? do you loop music? what’s the last song you listened to on repeat?

hello!!!! omg!!!! no ok this is gonna sound so weird but i actually send a ss of ur account to my friend because you are like the perfect mix of me and him T-T-T

radio silence enjoyer on my half and good omens and hozier enjoyer on his half … you have Fabulous taste as determined by us both

anyway!!!

i love. having an excuse to constantly talk about petals on the moon by wasia project i. cannot stress enough how much that song means to me and how good it is !!!!

i listened to all of wasia project’s discography while re-reading and annotating radio silence so now petals on the moon is a very aled last/universe city related song to me and surprisingly doesn’t make me sad over that fact.

though for a newer answer, paper mache works by matilda mann!!! i listened to it on repeat constantly after hstv s1 dropped and recently just remembered about it. and now i’m back on it and it just never gets old. makes me feel so comforted and warm.

ABSOLUTELY do i loop music. to quote tori spring (to the best of my ability and memory) i too discover songs that i like then proceed to Only listen to them for days, weeks, months at a time until i literally make myself sick of them. except i actually Fear getting sick of songs and try to force myself Not to listen to them as often despite… only ever really being interested in listening to. said song(s).

it’s a sad sad cycle. my friends try to recommend me music but the more they do it the less i will actually ever probably listen to it. people Cannot tell me to directly listen to something bc i am awful at doing so T-T i find it so hard to sit down and listen to something new for a change, unless it’s new music by artists i already like T-T

the last song i had on repeat was almost certainly probably petals on the moon. or paper mache world. or … just to throw a curveball.. Bubble By STAYC. Yeah. specifically the english version actually… because the english version is genuinely crazy good

#yes this is surprising #a tragic amount of kpop songs have english versions that just don’t go as hard!#stayc girls it’s going DOWN #i love petals on the moon #hstv #osemanverse #send asks #asks open

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fantastica-sff · 10 months ago

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Was tagged by @mxopifex

Last song: Too Sweet by Hozier

Currently watching: outside of keeping up with Dungeon Meshi and watching things regularly with others (Columbo and Smiley with one person, Doom Patrol with another), I'm not watching anything specific. I've mostly been debating whether to start a Dimension 20 season, Evangelion, or give Clone Wars another shot.

Three ships: oh lord I'm terrible with ships... The ones that immediately spring to mind are Edgin x Xenk, Marcille x Fallin, Miso x Taigen x Akemi. But I don't focus on shipping much and tend to only remember them when they're brought up.

Favorite color: green! Most hues

Currently consuming: nothing, done with food for the day

First ship: hell if I remember. The oldest I recall is Rook x Shaw from Person of Interest?

Birthplace: Białystok

Current location: see above

Relationship status: in one <3

Last movie: Scott Pilgrim vs the World, literally yesterday as part of one of my weekly screenings. Last week it would've been The Crow

Currently working on: outside of a personal thing that one person knows about, I've been trying to get back into writing outside of Vampire the Masquerade server I'm on. However, my brain became *obsessed* with a (mostly Pacific Rim-inspired, but also influenced by other mecha stories I love like G-Witch and Friends at the Table's Divine Cycle seasons) so I think I'll need to do a write-up for that setting plus some basic mechanics to get it out of my head.

Tagging whoever finds it on their dash, though no obligation

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catholickedd · 1 year ago

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hello!!! um so i had an idea the other day. if you've read my pinned post you know that i'm an aspiring author, and i wanted to practice some short story writing just to get the hang of the setup-payoff cycles. so here's the idea i had - i'm going to write 94 short stories over the next couple of months. one inspired by each song on my spotify playlist. this is going to be the masterpost. here we go

amount completed: 3 of 94

wasteland, baby by hozier - here

autumn by wylder - here

velvet ring by big thief - here

thérèse by maya hawke -

sea, swallow me by cocteau twins -

paint by the paper kites -

sedona by sir chloe -

kyoto by phoebe bridgers -

strawberry blond by mitski -

bloom by the paper kites -

would that i by hozier -

swan upon leda by hozier -

in a week by hozier -

nfwmb by hozier -

fool by frankie cosmos -

evergreen by richy mitch & the coal miners -

candles by daughter -

september by sparky deathcap -

alrighty aphrodite by peach pit -

caroline by lowertown -

jaded by near tears -

poison tree by grouper -

haunt me (x 3) by teen suicide -

the way her hair falls by grouper -

the bug collector by haley heynderickx -

the perfect girl by mareux -

dark beach by pastel ghost -

faerie soiree by melanie martinez -

downtown by majical cloudz -

all your yeahs by beach house -

i don't know by whatever, dad -

gwan by rostam -

the loxian gate by enya -

ophelia by the lumineers -

eat your young (bekon's choral version) by hozier -

francesca by hozier -

no face by haley heynderickx -

rises the moon by liana flores -

washing machine heart by mitski -

all things end by hozier -

through me (the flood) by hozier -

nobody by hozier -

manta rays by chloe moriondo -

unknown / nth by hozier -

like real people do by hozier -

jackie and wilson by hozier -

from eden by hozier -

work song by hozier -

foreigner's god by hozier -

run by hozier -

shrike by hozier -

as it was by hozier -

sunlight by hozier -

dandelion wine by gregory alan isakov -

meet me in the woods by lord huron -

make your own kind of music by cass elliot -

where is my mind by pixies -

pool house by the backseat lovers -

mclean's baby boy by neighbor susan -

space song by beach house -

garden song by phoebe bridgers -

motion sickness by phoebe bridgers -

grandiose by pomme -

je sais pas danser by pomme -

better views by yellow house -

même robe qu'hier by pomme -

ghosting by mother mother -

lent by autoheart -

bron-yr-aur by led zeppelin -

adieu mon homme by pomme -

cause for concern by lovejoy -

willow by taylor swift -

feathered indians by tyler childers -

the last of the honeybees by sam burchfield -

de selby (part 2) by hozier -

the last thing on my mind by tom paxton -

the night we met by lord huron -

ends of the earth by lord huron -

the yawning grave by lord huron -

the moon doesn't mind by lord huron -

sex sells by lovejoy -

perfume by lovejoy -

maine by noah kahan -

white winter hymnal by fleet foxes -

anchor by novo amor -

pale blue eyes by the velvet underground -

i'll be your mirror by the velvet underground -

dinner and diatribes by hozier -

wildflower by beach house -

good old-fashioned lover boy by queen -

bright eyes by art garfunkel -

#writing #my writing #writing masterpost #spotify short story challenge

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luthien-under-bough · 1 year ago

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✨when you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 of your favorite followers beloved beauties who live in ur phone✨

Thanks for the tag, @chronic-ghost! 💜 I go through so many music phases/cycles, but these 5 are almost always in the rotation.

My Skin by Natalie Merchant

In A Week by Hozier

Going to California by Led Zeppelin

Older Chests by Damien Rice

Kathleen by David Gray

Tagging (no pressure!): @anamazingangie @grandlovescheme @calenlily @ar-feyniel @annaofthenorthernlights @depraveddove @whimsicalmeerkat @mswhich @girlwithakiwi @elder-flower

#tag game

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jovenshires · 1 year ago

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how did you decide how to order the songs on the right where you left me playlist? i'm loving the vibes!

tysm!! so when i put playlists in order (which i usually don't i just add songs as they come to me), i always consider three things: 1. timeline 2. vibe and 3. transition. i'll go into the timeline in depth, but vibe was basically - what vibe does this fic give me? can i picture reading this in a coffeeshop with this playing in the background? if the answer is yes, it was allowed in the playlist! transition is more the order of the songs specifically - how does one bleed into the next? does it match the energy of the song before it, or otherwise, ease the reader into a new energy? you can't have a fast song and then a slow song back to back thats madness.

the timeline explanation is long so i put it under the cut, but basically, i broke it up into stages of the fic and then followed the vibe/transition system. there are five pretty clear-cut stages that cycle through the stages of grief - denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. if you want the explanations, keep going!

for the timeline of this playlist, i broke it down into stages of the fic:

i. shayne's internal monologue (denial) - you know that beginning part of the fic where shayne is just so depressed and he hates himself and you just wanna shake him and put him out of his misery. yeah this is that part! the beginning of the loops, him struggling to fix it himself and not knowing where to turn.

right where you left me by taylor swift (title sequence)

making the bed by olivia rodrigo

king by lauren aquilina

clay pigeons by michael cera

could cry just think bout you by troye sivan

strawberry blonde by mitski

ii. the girls are fighting (anger) - this is the weird in-between stage of shaymien. are they broken up? are they best friends? are they more? were they nothing to begin with? shayne has no idea.

to be so lonely by harry styles

why do you feel so down by declan mckenna

ghosting by mother mother

twin size mattress by the front bottoms

the chain by fleetwood mac

i will always love you by dolly parton

the things we used to share by thomas sanders

iii. shayne caves (bargaining) - look the man needs help. he knows it, we know it, even ian hecox knows it. this is the part where he finally opens up - and hopes damien takes him as he is. he asks for help, which is what he's needed all along.

not strong enough by boygenius

secrets by onerepublic

always by panic! at the disco

i wish you would by taylor swift

can i call you tonight? by dayglow

iv. the pining begins anew (depression) - he's a simple guy. he spends too long around the guy he's in love with, he's gonna fall in love with him all over again. this is the part where shayne remembers why he fell in love with damien in the first place. knowing damien doesn't love him back, but taking their friendship as it is anyway.

please don't by mxmtoon

as the world caves in by matt maltese

i don't want to watch the world end with someone else by clinton kane

wishing we were more than friends by push baby

the loneliest time by carly rae jepsen

mean it by lauv

v. shayne topp is a dumb dumb idiot (acceptance) - of course they were gonna end up together. they've been in love this whole time, duh.

love like you by caleb hyles

do you love me still? by the kooks

somewhere only we know by keane

animal (10th anniversary) by neon trees

in my life by the beatles

in a week by hozier (consider this an end credits)

#rwylm #fic #ask #asks #anon #anonymous

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mpsenvs3000f23 · 1 year ago

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Blog 7

For this week’s blog prompt, There are countless examples of nature being used in music as metaphors to express the full extent of human emotion. There is something inherently empowering about the creative expression of strong emotions that are nearly overwhelming. Music is one of these creative outlets to express these feelings and what better metaphor to use than natural forces? Whether expressing a sense of disorientation as being adrift at sea, or comparing rage to a thunderstorm, nature offers itself as a versatile muse for expression. For instance, in the song “The Wind Cries Mary” by Jimi Hendrix, wind is used metaphorically to invoke a sense of longing and melancholy.

Music in nature is an entirely different conversation and one that many tend to overlook. The obvious sources are animal calls such as birdsongs, whales singing, or frogs croaking. While these are beautiful examples of music found in nature, I feel that there are many other examples of music in nature that often go unrecognized. For instance, when I was younger, my family would go camping in northern Minnesota on Lake Superior and I recall finding the rhythm of waves crashing on the shore a soothing type of “music” I would fall asleep to almost as if it were a lullaby. The ambiance of a thunderstorm is another example of music in nature that many people don’t consider. Another example of music and nature being intertwined that comes to mind when considering this prompt is the paleolithic bone flute. One of the world’s oldest musical instruments discovered is a vulture-bone flute found in Europe (Owen, 2021). This piece of history emphasizes the inherent connection between nature and music. The oldest known instrument being created from bone is powerfully symbolic of this connection. Nature has always been used to inspire and create music, from the very first known instruments.

The song that takes me back to a natural landscape is In A Week by Hozier featuring Karen Crowley. This song describes two lovers lying in the hills together to pass away. The ethereal atmosphere of the song lulls the listener while the lyrics convey darker themes such as insects feasting upon flesh and the corpses rotting into the ground. Although the analysis of this song vary between different perspectives, I have always listened to it as a song about the cycle of life, death, and decay. However, it does not instill fear of death and decay, rather it intertwines these concepts with the lovers and in doing so, romanticizes this cycle. The lyric “So long, we’d become the flowers//I’d be home with you,” describes the process of slowly rotting into the ground as a return journey home. The romanticization of dying and decaying beside a lover is a gentle cover for the harsh and lonely process of death. I personally view death as a symbol of change and cycles within song lyrics or writing. Although it is undeniably tragic, it is also strangely comforting; the repeated cycle that brings us all to an equal fate is a beautiful concept to write into song. The concept of dying beside a loved one, as in this song, is a bittersweet tribute to this cycle that claims everyone.

Owen, J. (2021, May 3). Bone flute is oldest instrument, study says. Culture. https://www.nationalgeographic.com/culture/article/bone-flute-is-oldest-instrument--study-says?loggedin=true&rnd=1698417984649

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hopesapowerfulthing · 2 years ago

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9 People You Want to Get to Know Better

Tagged by @rat-daemon, much love!!!

1. Three Ships: So my top is actually either Hannigram or Brownham, which is Hugh Dancy's fault for making Will so shippable lets be honest here. And I will wildly shift between those two with no warning so rip. I also love Mercelot from BBC's merlin but to be honest I could ship Merlin with almost anyone and still be happy there too. Though the last one is tied with Bellarke from The 100.

2. First Ever Ship: I think it was Mergana back when I was watching the show air because that was one of the first shows I ever watched, Destiel would probably be a close second though.

3. Last Song: Work Song by Hozier on my phone and Petricor by Ludovico Einaudi on my pc! I would 100% recommend Einaudi any day, his work is absolutely stunning, Elements and Seven Days Walking: Day 1 are some of my fav albums!

4. Last Movie: I just rewatched The old guard because I have a minor obsession with it, and technically I got like ten minutes into some movie I cant remember now before I got kicked outta the streaming service and went to bed in defeat lol

5. Currently Reading: In published books I just finished Exquisite Corpse by Poppy Brite and I’m a half way through A certain Hunger by Chelsea Summers. In fic I just finished Seperated by AuthorInDistress (torchwood) and a reread of Founding Fathers by JamesJohnEye (TWD) You should totally tell me if you enjoy The Picture of Dorian Gray when you're done prev, its one of my beloveds!!

6. Currently Watching: Also Consistently cycling through my comfort shows, Hannibal/Merlin/Torchwood but I've just started the His Dark Materials show so we’ll see if it holds up to the books :D

7. Currently Consuming: Oranges, like dudes I have eaten like six pounds of oranges in the last week, do I know why? Nope. Am I probably deficient in something? Also nope because I don't wanna think about that. Regular food? hard and tiresome, The new way is apparently oranges. this will last at least another week I think.

8. Currently Craving: All of my classwork to be done so I don't have to look at it anymore, also for my professor to just Give me an A. The ability to not need sleep, but also like a nap would be great rn. Actually I might go take a nap right now fuck my repro assignment, also would like a vacation to a empty forest so I could lay down in some moss.

Tagging: @glompto @grokenope @sanguinesubpoena @imashybear @tethered-heartstrings @nextstopparis @polishchuk @camelotsheart @emrys-merlin + really anyone interested!! <3

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ao3feed-pynch · 29 days ago

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#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish'#pynch #TRC #spoilers

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wanderrlust0 · 8 months ago

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sudden rant turned spiral lol oops

my friend got tickets to see hozier aka andrew their wife and basically got them for us since i said id be down to go. personally im not like a fan where id go see him but id say im a casual listener. like i knew a good amount of songs. i loveee cherry wine and others. now that we have this concert coming up on june 7, ive become a listener. i gotta prepare and all that yknow. cant go to andrew unprepared. also..idk how?! but i was not aware of his thick irish accent.. loll and i mean, even in his new album, he sings with a clear accent?? idk how i never noticed before honestly. so yeah, im curious to know what a hozier concert will be liikeeee. this will be my second concert this yr and they both involve me going bc a friend asked me to go for company lol. i am going to another in august w my bf to see porter robinson and thats actually one i will really enjoy!! itll also be our first like “edm” dance music type concert so itll be so cool. its at the same stadium that hozier will be at as welllll..but you see, what im procrastinating is telling my bf im going w my friend. my friend who hes not a fan of. the one who he thinks is a Threat! D: ive been knowing for likee 2 weeksish and havent said a single word about it agdjfkfl but i am calling it now.. i. will. tell. him. tomorrow. period. no ifs ands or buts. i need to stop worrying and just rip the bandaid off. once i do tho, im still gonna feel anxious bc literally The NEXt WEEk we will most likely go to my (ex)coworkers second party. (the one who threw a halloween party and i didnt know if wed go but we were already hanging out that day so i mentioned it prior and we ended up having enough time and the girls house was very close to me so we ended up dropping by and i told elias right then and there so it was very last minute and kind of fucked up of me but ive developed an avoidance thing towards him if it has to do with snow bc of everything and thats why now i cant help myself from feeling nervous to ever bring them up around him bc im scared he’ll revert back and not love me and start resenting me and leave me and be mean to me and make me feel lonely and accuse me of things and say its my fault i started the friendship in the first place and that im not committed to him and dont love him anymore and everything else under the sun bc hes got trust issues which is a pain and he’ll go from loving me so hard to not in a quick minute if he starts thinking the worst possibilities and i just cant handle all of that and tbh its nothing new so ive grown to understand the process and that itll pass but it really does suckk and it can turn into a turn off and then he becomes emotionally unavailable and then i become emotionally annoyed and then its a constant reoccurring cycle that doesnt always look the same but they follow the same theme which is trust and every time it happens i want to shout at his ex for causing him to develop this issue and this is me spiraling right now bc im nervous and to be crystal clear its not bc im doing anything shady at all or anything with this friend but i just wanna feel the freedom to just casually hang out with them without it feeling so taboo or whatever bc we still have so many plans that wed like to do and idk if he will ever be okay with me going to their house and idk when he’ll ever get better where he wont care how many times we hang out or how often we talk and i just want him to chill about them bc theyre not a bad person at all theyre not this homewrecker girlfriend stealer he makes it out to beeee were literally just existinggg were literally just two friends who enjoy each others company and existence and have become very open and genuine with fairly quickly and we somehow just connected and i truly do love them as a friend and im happy weve crossed paths and stayed in touch and its just something he cant and wont fully understand about us but hes been trying to at least a little but is mainly just dealing with it bc he knows he cant stop me and im not gonna stop my friendship bc hes telling me to so,

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