unironically: is it a ship playlist if you dont put "accidentally in love" by counting crows on there
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WITH MORE FAITH IN GOD I WOULD TELL YOU THAT THIS IS THE RAPTURE, AND WE'VE BEEN
LEFFFTTT BEHINNDDDD ✨✨✨✨✨
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ÞÆS OFEREODE
ÞISSES SWA MÆG
(that was overcome.
so too may this.)
from Deor, old english poem, c. 9th century.
new riso design! John Barleycorn is a folkloric figure considered the embodiment of the wheat harvest, and the subject of the English and Scottish folk song that describes the cyclical nature of his birth, death, and processing into bread and ale each year. this one was about the comfort in the constancy of things. the world could end. but the wheat field rises anew. the year turns around again.
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Me, only watching three (3) episodes of the witcher and consuming the rest via tumblr osmosis and fanfics: oh cool we’re shipping the twink bard with the witcher, probably in the same way tumblr exaggerates bromances in most tv shows into shippable content but the fics are fun so I can get behind this
Me, listening to the twink bard’s canon songs that spotify only just now saw fit to throw at me: ………….. oh so the twink bard is in love love with the witcher guy? How is this not canon there is no other way to interpret this
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love rediscovering artists i stopped listening to out of nowhere lmao
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fight me slow, fuck me fast / youre still my friend, take off the mask
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Rogers: The Musical is GIVING. SILLY. GOOFY.
Oh my god it was so much fun. It was so stupid. It was so camp. The whole thing was camp. I loved every second of it. It was perfect.
Also Peggy, my beloved little musical Peggy, you are perfect I love you and your silly little British singing was mwah mwah mwah
Agent Carter’s musical episode walked so Rogers: The Musical could fucking RUN.
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hey wait. would it be crazy to consider little pistol kinda diavolocore. like pre rise to power or whatever. in his solido naso era. looks out to the open sea.
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nobody:
furina dragging neuvillette back to fontaine to be the iudex: I think it's time for you to know the awful truth. Mm, the truth about me, and the truth about you. 'Cause you're a brand-new species
Big cat (oh-oh), space Nazis, Robert Stack (oh, oh)
God-damn it, gonna snap, Leonard Nimoy (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
Call me back (call me back)
I try to call you every day
I'm rehearsing what to say when the truth comes out (of my very own mouth)
I've been working on a unified theory
If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out
'Cause I'm the right one
On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone
I'm the only one
On your AM, AM radio
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