#inara george

[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

List Five Songs You Like

Oh dear oh dear... I was tagged by the lovely @handsome-edvard and my brain quite literally can't conjure up titles any more 😭 I was a vault for so long (and still know every lyric at any given time) but can't remember a single fucking song off the top of my head since catching covid two years ago. The other day I heard this song and it's wonderful and beautiful and very good mood and right mood for me

If you wanna play too, feel free.

[manitat]

Olivier Libaux - No One Knows (feat. Inara George)

[krispyweiss]

The Hanukkah Sessions Close on Christmas with Everyone Singing “I Love L.A.”

Too bad Randy Newman couldn’t be there.

Greg Kurstin and Dave Grohl’s Hanukkah Sessions ended on Christmas night with the whole cast - P!nk, Karen O, Jack Black, Beck, Inara George and others - providing riotous backgrounds to Grohl’s leads on Newman’s “I Love L.A.”

It nodded to neither - but also both - of the Dec. 25 holidays. And that was the point.

“Merry Christmukkah,” Kurstin and Grohl said. “Our nondenominational gift to you on this convergence of holiday cheer for the Jews and the goyim is Randy Newman's classic ‘I Love L.A.’”

And to all a good ho, ho, oy!

12/25/22

[julio-viernes]

Que buena versión de "The Things We Do for Love" de 10cc han hecho Dave Grohl & Greg Kurstin en la tercera ronda de sus Hannukah Sessions en la que celebran a artistas judíos. Lo han hecho con la cantante Inara George en una actuación en directo el 5 de diciembre en Los Ángeles.

Cuando 10cc se formó en Stockport en 1972, tres de los cuatro miembros de la banda, Graham Gouldman, Kevin Godley y Lol Creme, eran judíos, todos excepto Eric Stewart. Bromearon brevemente con la posibilidad de llamarse "Three Yids and a Yok", dado su proverbial sentido del humor, pero finalmente prefirieron dejarlo estar... Original.

[mindthewitch]

can we PLEASE make a river and take it down to the sea?! can we even build a bridge? From your window to ME? string a can to a can, even?

[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ fool(s) in love

˚ · . bakugou katsuki x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ no real warnings, just bakugou daydreaming abt y/n, slight possessiveness on baku's part, mentions of sexual activity, a bit angsty ?, based off "fools in love" by inara george, mentions of pregnancy and marriage

everything you do, everywhere you go now, everything you touch, everything you feel, everything you see, everything you know now, everything you do, you do it for your baby love

fools in love. are there any different kind of lovers?

fools in love, bringing all sorts of feelings, bringing such joy—yet a devasting amount of pain for no reason.

bakugou thinks this as he scrolls mindlessly on his phone, his fingers pressing on your icons and pages.

his red eyes stare at your most recent pictures and stories, checking if you've sent any new messages to him, but there are no new ones because it's 4AM and you're dead asleep and he's here out patrolling. he stalks your page like a stranger, looking at all your highlights and comment sections of your posts, wanting to see for any recent activity. he goes through your followers, not even caring to check your following because you don't even follow people back like that. he scoffs at the new followers, men.

he exits out of the app, instead opening up his phone gallery. he does this without thinking, he's been doing this for awhile. to be specifc, for a couple of years, maybe around the time you and him got serious as a couple.

his mind subconsciously wanders to the memories he has of you, replaying those precious yet idiotic moments over and over. he lets out a sudden chuckle when he thinks of the time you slipped cartoonishly on a banana peel—the banana peel he purposely placed on the floor because he didn't actually think you were dumb enough to slip on it.

but you did—you slipped on it. and then you cried. cried like a baby, and the memory just has bakugou trying to hold back his laughter in order to not seem like a crazy person. looking around, he resumes his daydreaming.

how unusual it is for him to daydream. yeah—he has dreams and aspirations—ones that revolve around him as the world's #1 hero and being beating that dork deku. but what he's dreaming of now has him thinking long and hard.

the corners of his lips twitch up into a soft smile, his red eyes gleaming at the thought of you. the thought of maybe the relationship he has with you going on for longer than what is now. the relationship, growing and growing—just like you and him, reaching important milestones. milestones so important, like having your legal first sip of alcohol with him, buying a house together—or even something way more serious and commiting than that, like marriage.

like seeing you grin and cry tears of happiness when he pops the big question. or a year later, seeing you in a big white poofy dress, similar to a princess dress—because you certainly act like one. and seeing you walk down the aisle to him, all blushed and nervous like how you easily are. his tongue peeks out to lick his lips when he imagines him kissing you as his bride, finally making you his wife.

then there are the years of marriage. the first year, the repeated honeymoon stage, where you'll be sticking to him like glue, waiting in the living room from his return from a long day at work and practically pouncing on him because you missed him so much. the stage where neither of you will be able to keep your hands off each other, kisses and touches fervent and desperate for the other.

then the second year, when you'll be kicking him out of bed and throwing the TV remote at his head when he refuses to order you food at 12AM. maybe this year, or the next, with last year's effort, you'll end up pregnant with your first child, his child. preferably a girl, one that has your cute face but certainly not your bratty tendencies.

then the next years will pass in a blur, maybe you'll bear him another brat or two, giving him the family he secretly wants. you'll be the mother of his children, the matching pepper shaker to his salt shaker. you'll grow old with him, becoming more cranky and argumentative with him about which show to watch. he'll call you a grandma, a old hag, then he'll begin reading signs and posters for you when your eyesight is so shitty after your constant years of nights of being on your phone at full brightness in the dark.

then he'll finally retire and buy the two of you a nice home, preferably near a beach as you'd love. the two of you will spend the rest of your life there, still arguing about what to have for dinner and then go to sleep with your nails caressing the skin of his spine.

when it's that time, before he's too old to make sensible decisions, he'll write out instructions to whoever will take care of you when he leaves. he'll be the one to die first, he doesn't like the idea of living without you. he'll make sure to write in bold letters that you don't like tomatoes or onions, and that you need to be reminded to drink at least two cups of water a day because you're forgetful like that.

he'll buy the two of you shared graves, matching caskets. of course he leaves your side of the grave blank, you'll live on to live without him for many more years despite your horrible diet consisting mainly of soda and candy.

you'll pass away in your sleep, painless and unaware, warm and tucked in the bed you used to share with him. then, you'll join him in the afterlife, slapping and hitting him for leaving you "so early".

bakugou's eyes reopen to his supervisor bidding him farewell, telling him his shift is open and go home and rest. he makes his way home, cussing out the train station workers when his train is delayed by 5 minutes.

when he gets finally gets home, he sets down the teddy bear he bought you on your side of the bed, careful to not awake you. he strips himself of his hero suit, debating whether or not to sleep and then take a shower later, or to take a shower now and then sleep.

you answer for him, sitting up from the bed to sleepily wrap your arms around the small of his waist, the same waist you were cussing him out over due to jealousy. you pull him onto the bed, mumbling little "i miss you"s while also damning him to hell for working so late.

you ignore the fact he smells like shit, that he's dirty and needs to take a shower. instead, you glide your pedicured nails that he paid for over the exposed skin of his shoulders, making their way up his nape then to his hair. he practically purrs at the goosebumps that rise on his skin, his eyes fluttering shut with the way you're lulling him to sleep against his will like you always do.

as he gives in to the heavy weight of sleep, his mind comes back to that wonderful dream he had. though, it goes away once he does fall asleep. he doesn't mind, after all, you're both still young and barely 20. you two have many years ahead, and hopefully, you'll be spending those years with him.

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[creacherkeeper]

on a family who's only a family when the blinds are shut

{ why be happy when you can be normal by jeanette winterson / perhaps the world ends here by joy harjo / nearby if need be by honeysuckle / @rotmance / @creacherkeeper / mercy by rudy francisco / @creacherkeeper / housekeeping by marilynne robinson / a bridge by inara george / ashe vernon }

[ID: 10 images of text for a litstack

1: I was hurt. / It is never too late to learn to love. / But it is frightening.

2: It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to e human. We make men at it, we make women.

3: I don't really know what to say to you / I never really know what to say to you / but I will always be / nearby if need be

4: imaging singing 'i am drowning, there is no sign of land, you are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand' with hundreds of other people and your voices blending together into one sea. for a crowd to take those horrifically tragic lyrics and make it something communal, something connective.

5: not so much "came back wrong" as "came back exactly the same and you only saw the monstrous in me anyway"

6: If I am ever caught in the wrong place / at the wrong time, just being alive / and not bothering anyone, / I hope I am greeted / with the same kind / of mercy.

7: [...] never had any hope of unpacking and i think for a while she was just. vicious. like unconsciously trying to scare him away until she finally finally realized like. he cares and there's nothing i can do about that

8: [...] memory will fulfill itself, and become flesh, and that the wanderers will find a way home, and the perished, whose lack we always feel, will step through the door finally and stroke our hair with dreaming, habitual fondness, not having meant to keep us waiting long.

9: Are you lonely? / Can you hear me? / I'm talking out loud / Trying to understand just how it is you feel / But I don't want to say too much / But I don't want to say too much / I just want to be here

10: So maybe this time, love doesn't kick down the door-- / doesn't rattle the windows or plant weeds in the flower garden. / Maybe you can't smell the smoke because, / for once, / nothing is burning.

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[fairyheart]

Tag game

rules: pick a song for every letter of your url and tag that many people.

Thank you so much @sugarcoated-lame for tagging me!! This was really fun!! 🩷🥰

f- fools in love - Inara George

a- ain’t no sunshine - Bill Withers

i- if you’re thinking you want a stranger - George Strait

r-… ready for it? - Taylor swift

y- young lady, you’re scaring me - Ron Gallo

h- history of man - Maisie Peters

e- every light in the house is on - Trace Adkins

a- Amarillo by morning - George Strait

r- right where you left me - Taylor Swift

t- that summer - Garth Brooks

No pressure tags: @callmemana @peachystenbrough @floydsglasses @lewmagoo @floydsmuse @sweetandsour18 @bobfloydssunnies @withahappyrefrain

[imabillyami]

🎶✨when you get this,put 5 songs you actually listen to,then publish. Send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers🎶✨

Hi friend 💜

Picking only 5 from my current favs playlist feels impossible, ngl. I'm that person who listens to music basically 24/7 whenever I'm awake. Just y'know - living and breathing music or something like that.

The Lathums - Say My Name

The Academic - Don't Take it Personally

Fleetwood Mac - You Make Loving Fun

Niall Horan - Science

Inara George - Fools in Love

Thanks so much for sending this, love 🥰

Hugs to you!

[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

Inara George - It's Raining

It's raining so hard Looks like it's gonna rain all night And this is the time I'd love to be holding you tight But I guess I'll have to accept The fact that you're not here I wish the rain would hurry up And end, my dear I've got the blues so bad I can hardly catch my breath The harder it rains The worse it gets This is the time I'd love to be holding you tight But I guess I'll just go crazy tonight

[hanasnx]

I feel like Anakin would love a s/o with a really melodic voice, like their normal speaking tone is something rhythmic. Their voice is just so soothing that it kind of relaxes him, whether their yelling, demanding, angry, sad or jealous, their voice remains so sweet sounding and calming to his ears or someone who just naturally has that motherly tone. Idk just a thought yk

this excerpt is from this youtube video of inara george’s voice. she’s the first person i thought of when reading this post. i love her speaking voice so much and this voice is who i imagine speaks in my head when i write “reader” :)

i don’t know about “motherly” tone but i think it fits everything else

[ohc-and-the-music-tapes-archive]

Review of "Music Tapes for Clouds and Tornadoes" on the Agit Reader, 12 August 2008

"He was the one always following a narrative and an unattainable, distant muse. Here it’s the saga of a personified tornado, a reindeer, a choir of singing saws (which are prominent in the ethereal, yet old-timey, interludes), and various humans who inhabit his tiny world. In the context of the turn-of-the century nostalgia—and the nostalgia of Athens circa 1997—it sounds all too familiar. Most of Clouds and Tornados, though, is Koster alone with his banjo, straining his voice for maximum emotion and by circumstance draining that emotion from the listener. While certainly not what many have been hoping for (the return of Mangum), it’s indicative of what that cherished epoch in Georgia represented, as each musician had their own niche even when they all worked on the same tapestry. Koster’s is ineffably coaxing life out of inanimate objects and re-imagining our childhood storybooks to song. And here, despite modern quiescence, he’s made a timeless folk record with just enough ebullience to link him to his past."

[nialltlynch]

2, 8 and 23 for the ask game!

thank u!!

2 Album of the year - ahhhhhh okokok so since idk what was released this year im gonna cheat a little. fave album released in 2022 is probably traumazine - megan thee stallion (on account of being one of the only albums i know was released this year) and my most listened album this year was dearest everybody - inara george (2018) fucking masterful tbh

8 Game of the year - im also very behind on video games 😭...... I think the only new release I played was Splatoon 3 and that lasted like. one round and i did fuckall. eeeehehehe whoops sorry to the ten year olds i got paired with who carried me that whole game. otherwise.... I unfortunately played the fuck out of final fantasy x and clocked more hours than anything else this whole year.

23 If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be? - FUCKING DO IT. TRUST YOUR INSTINCTS BITCH YOURE BETTER THAN THIS.