#it's the PERFECT song for whisper

[lowhowl]

The winds of repression, Escaping your lungs- Built from the fallacies of trying to pretend.

So where's the compassion, You promised yourself- When you endured a hell, that never seemed to end?

Keep walking...

Whisper the Wolf, written by Spiders. [ RULES | ABOUT ]

[skz-miroh]

Listening to a book on audible after reading a physical copy of it is wild because:

A character will be introduced that I couldn’t pronounce the name of and my brain spent the rest of the book calling them ‘Askdfjghzvx’ and I’m internally screaming that ITS NOT PRONOUNCED LIKE THAT

The narrator’s voice doesn’t match up to the character and I have a crisis every time they speak

and because I’m stubborn i carry on listening to it anyways

[bmpmp3]

i do think its kinda funny when i see someone in the year of our lord 2024 talk about vocal synth music like its all gone downhill since like 2010 because like dont get me wrong i love a good niconicodouga-ass 2008 ass vocaloid joint BUT also like. the past couple years have had the most fascinatingly creative and expressive uses of vocal synthesizers ive ever heard in my life DJFSKHJDFS dont write it all off just yet!!

[into-the-elwoods]

songs from 1924 to 1935 that are played on desrocher's radio, on the radio at the sanatorium, or as '45s throughout the duration of the story. to me

[daeluin]

but like. don't you get it... me and you. setting in a honeymoon......... if i woke up next to you

if i woke up next to you

[demadogs]

olivia rodrigo in my opinion just makes the PERFECT kinda pop music like i dont know how to explain it but THIS is pure pop. i always hesitate to say i love pop music bc i hate so many big pop artists’ music but THIS IS POP MUSIC!!!!!!

[dashuisofanubis]

Earthbound Starlight ~ Sarah Frobisher-Smythe

Here, have some feelings about the original Anubis House residents

[sparklestheunicorn]

The quiet of the 'stop you're losing me' making me start crying

[mossy-opal]

The flames lick at my feet

Their hearts full of hate

What they don't understand, they condemn

What they can't comprehend must meet its end

But I won't scream, won't give them that satisfaction

No, I won't confess my false interaction

As I breathe deep and prepare for my passing

I hear them chant, "Burn the witch!"

[s-o-m-n-u-s]

thought about shrike and ibayuzu again i need to self contain i'm going weirdo mode

[madwickedawesome]

my daily listen to talia while i do chem hw this is pure bliss

[serendipity8832]

Lance is a Kesha stan no I will not a) elaborate or b) accept criticism

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

every time i think to myself "is this song too cliche" for a pd playlist. i remember no. these are teenagers. of COURSE they would pick the on the nose most unsubtle lyrics everNEVERMIND POST CANCELLED. WHISPER BY EVANESCENCE IS A WILLIAM WISP SONG.

[urfavcvntx]

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

We had one of Steff's comedian friends staying with us on the weekend, lovely lad called Sam from Singapore. He had never been to Wales before, and he requested that we take him to a Welsh restaurant so he could try Welsh food

That's surprisingly difficult, actually. Like a lot of Welsh culture, our culinary traditions have not exactly been applauded over the years, so you don't really see them. But a lucky Google search revealed a brand new one has just opened in SA1 called the Welsh House, so great! Away we went.

Fuck me, they went all in.

It wasn't just the menu (though fuck me, what a menu - one of their 'for the table to share' options was little mini leek and cheddar Welsh cakes with salted butter and they were paralysingly good). It wasn't just that every alcohol was Welsh, even including the wine (surprisingly good btw, called 'Naturiol'.)

The table centerpieces were daffodils. All signs for the toilets were Welsh only. The walls had photos of Wales, modern and historical; the windows had the fleur de lis; the specials board (pork belly in Welsh cider and damson sauce with honey and wild garlic glazed carrots) had dragons on. I realise this is probably normal for country-themed restaurants, but I've never been to one for Wales before.

But the best bit, see, was the music

I clocked, when we walked in, that they were playing If You Tolerate This Then Your Children Will Be Next by the Manic Street Preachers (you always clock the Manics). Ah, I thought. A Welsh song! In a Welsh restaurant! Ho ho ho.

As they seated us, it became What's New Pussycat. Ah! I thought. Another Welsh song! Fu fu fu.

Then they played Monster by the Automatic and I was like my god are they only playing Welsh music?? That's so cool! What an eclectic mix that's going to be. We should suggest to them they should look into Welsh language music too, really mix it up.

And then they played Anrheoli by Yws Gwynedd and lads, Steff and I lost our shit. We lost our fucking shit. Sam's sitting there, utterly bewildered. The staff are nervously edging away from us. We don't care. It's the first time I have ever heard a Welsh language song played outside of a Welsh language setting. We're so excited.

"They're playing Welsh music!!!" says Steff. "Holy shit!!!"

"Imagine if they played Sebona Fi!" I say, humorously.

"Nah," says Steff. "You can't in a restaurant. There'd be a riot, it's faerie music."

"...what?" says Sam

We explain the cultural phenomenon that is Sebona Fi. The song changes: Primadonna Girl, by Marina and the Diamonds.

"She's Welsh??" says Sam.

"She's from Abergavenny!" we beam.

"I don't know what that means," nods Sam, who is from Singapore.

Next: The Bartender and the Thief, by the Stereophonics. We're in high spirits. The extraordinarily Welsh wine arrives, as does the rarebit on sourdough starter. Sam, a gay man, delightedly orders the faggots and peas.

They play Ben Rhys by Gwilym Bowen Rhys, and we lose our shit again. Sam is now used to this, because comedians are adaptable. "They even have daffodils!" I say, misty eyed. "Is that relevant?" Sam asks, fascinated.

They play Hiraeth, by PLU. Hard to explain that one. Very hard to explain the effect it has when it's played in a restaurant, but Sam looks around the suddenly muted room and whispers "Are we in church?"

"It's about Hiraeth," whispers Steff. "So kind of."

Next: the Masses Against the Classes, by the Manics. Utter tonal whiplash. This playlist is not remotely restaurant appropriate. It's perfect.

"You'd think they'd pick like... a genre," Sam says dreamily. "We just went from church to the barricades."

The faggots arrive. "I forgot it would be a western sized portion," Sam says morosely, of what to me is a normal sized plate of food. He tries one, and brightens.

They play Sebona Fi.

The place erupts.