#let down radiohead

[mybodywillrot]

you know. you know where you are, where. you know where you are, where. floor collapsing, falling. bouncing back and one day I am gonna grow wings. a chemical reaction. hysterical and useless. hysterical and

[lucraven]

One day I am gonna grow wings —————— Hysterical and useless

[gender-thief2]

i know a viktor edit to a radiohead song HATES to see my sad ass coming

[astrocomiical]

a chemical reaction

(pencil, prismacolors, acrylic marker)

[eat-youll-feel-better]

you know, you know where you are with

you know where you are with

floor collapsing, floating, bouncing back

and one day, I am gonna grow wings 🪽

a chemical reaction

hysterical and useless, hysterical and

let down and hanging around. crushed like a bug in the ground

let down and hanging around

[annispillowfort]

Crushed Like a Bug in the Ground

(Inspired by "Let Down" by Radiohead)

I. Tires and Second Chances

(Transport, motorways and tramlines— Starting and then stopping—)

He started in the gutter, grease on his hands, hunger in his ribs, ripping the hubcaps off fate’s car like it was something he could steal and keep.

Then— a shadow loomed, a gloved hand reached down, and for a moment, Jason thought— maybe I can be more than this.

Maybe the world had room for a stray like him.

Maybe he wouldn’t end up like his father.

Maybe he could be— wanted.

(Picking up bottles, spilling out wishes—)

And God, did he want.

⸻

II. Robin, Not a Replacement

(One day, I am gonna grow wings—)

He flew.

Gold cape catching wind, laughter breaking through radio static, chasing after a name that was never really his.

"You’re not him," the butler said, kind but distant. "You’re not ready," the others warned.

"You’re not good enough," the city sneered, and deep down, Jason knew— Bruce still saw another kid when he looked at him.

But Jason didn't care. He bled for Gotham anyway. He bled for the Bat anyway.

(A chemical reaction—hysterical and useless—)

Until it bled him dry.

⸻

III. Crowbars and Silence

(Let down and hanging around—)

The first hit landed. Then another. And another.

Then— he stopped counting.

Blood in his mouth, lungs flooding with rot, bones splitting open like cracks in a sidewalk.

"Tell the big man I said hi," the clown sneered, smiling like this was a joke, like Jason wasn’t dying on a warehouse floor, waiting, waiting, waiting—

(Crushed like a bug in the ground—)

But the door never opened. The footsteps never came.

And then—

fire.

⸻

IV. Waking Up Wrong

(Don't get sentimental— It always ends up drivel.)

He came back.

And it was wrong.

Something stitched together with Lazarus hands, stitched with anger and hunger, stitched with why didn’t you save me?

Bruce had buried him. Dick had grieved him. The world had moved on without him.

And Jason? Jason was still sixteen, still burning, still breaking, still hearing the crack of a crowbar every time he closed his eyes.

(Let down and hanging around— Crushed like a bug in the ground—)

The grave had spit him out, but it hadn’t let him go.

⸻

V. Red, Not Gold

(You know where you are with— Floor collapsing, floating—)

He put on the mask.

If the Bat wouldn’t kill, then he would. If the world wouldn’t save the broken, then he’d burn it down.

But sometimes, on rooftops, when the night is too quiet, he swears he still hears his own laugh carried in the wind—

"You’re not him."

No, he never was. But God, he wanted to be.

(Let down and hanging around—)

The record keeps skipping. The song never stops. The warehouse never stops burning.

And Jason?

Jason is still waiting for the door to open.

(Crushed like a bug in the ground.)

i don't even have words for this. this is the first time i actually incorporated lyrics like that into my poetry. and i fully blame these godforsaken editors on tiktok that regularly make me fucking bawl my eyes out. this... warcrime i just wrote was inspired by a tiktok edit about jason, so don't blame me!! blame these evil editors that bust out these edits laced with despair and agony!! please don't doxx me, my loves.

[braxlrose]

radiohead will be the end of me

[jay-birbs-can-draw]

I also made some art of my friend’s OC >w<

Long story short she got snatched by Decepticons and Starscream bullied her into being a flyer so she gets wingssss!!

i told you that dumb song was stuck in my head.

[this-is-me-trying-girlie]

I watched The Bear Season 3 and finished it and OMG the Mickey and Tina episode the way they met and how he says that everyday sucks but he kept going, but my point is the way Let Down by Radiohead PERFECTLY fits Mickey's character, Let down is about engaging in a routine that takes you nowhere and in the end it makes you feel like you're making no progress, is about that feeling you get when you watch the transit and feel like nothing just a bug on some world that isn't meant for you. Mickey's character is very meaningful in the series and is very well written, portraying a person that feels "betrayed" by the world around them almost defraud and decides to give up, let down.

[universe-city-wanderer]

absolutely OBSESSED with this song. (i’m sorry for the slight lag on the video it doesn’t do that on TikTok)

[casketforcrow]

more lupin art!!! i’m really happy and proud of this art :3

[slumpsnail]

A chemical reaction Hysterical and useless

So sorry but I had to do quick redraw based on those beautiful keyshots by Suheb Zako

[crowrrupt]

"The hands that cradled your face and tilted it upwards to kiss your forehead are soaked in unfathomable quantities of blood." "But they cradled me, yes?"

[bmorektown]

Since we're losing TikTok in America, I thought I'd share one of my favorite Anders edits.

[ilovethomyorke69]

some radiohead collages i made on my pinterest

feel free to use!!

[solargeist]

a mother's words.

the watchers' being grian's family is something i love saur much