#liveslost

[musicarenagh]

"Numb the Pain" by Lives Lost: Therapy in Sonic Form “Numb the Pain" from Lives Lost behaves much like a sonic sledgehammer, providing space for a cathartic scream, which is cast into the chasm of despair. It is more than just a song; it is a confessional, a truly primal scream bottled and fleshed out relentlessly onto the listener. In its wounded-animal-like need for attention, it bites and claws. The band's powerful post-hardcore and hard rock fusion works fine with raw, unfiltered emotions. https://open.spotify.com/album/4Gg0kBCGe4xPDxJZb3xlgz?si=h9eFow7uQAeKOH9gumRScA Tanis Pellegrini's vocals are nothing but mesmerizing—raw and vulnerable yet tinged with steely determination. It feels as if he is laying his very soul bare, giving us an open invitation to become witnesses in this first-hand struggle. Aaron Perry wields the guitar like an extension of his own turmoil: each note at one time aggressive, melodic, and inner chaos incarnated into sound. Carothers and McKinnon back it up with a rhythmic backbone at once propulsive and hypnotic, a steady heartbeat amidst this sonic maelstrom. [caption id="attachment_56482" align="alignnone" width="768"] "Numb the Pain" by Lives Lost: Therapy in Sonic Form[/caption] "Numb the Pain" is not merely music; it's an urgent battle cry against the insidious grip of addiction. It reminds us pointedly that self-medication is a road on which treading recklessly surely takes one to desolate wastelands. The brutal honesty refreshed and terrified as the band held up a mirror to our darkest fears. This isn't just music; it's therapy—a collective exorcism of demons. https://youtu.be/OC0rcIonNdk So much superficial noise surrounds Lives Lost, which manages to remain as something real. It pictures human suffering but also its resilience—the powerful proof of vulnerability. "Numb the Pain" is an emotional naked masterpiece that is sonically piercing in assault and will eternally mark the soul of every one of its bold listeners. Follow Lives Lost on Website, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and TikTok.

[shadowbrn]

jace  herondale  (  @liveslost  )  said  to  alec  lightwood  ;  “i am cute as a button and i can rhyme my ass off. god, it’s no wonder they want to destroy me.”

alec's  gut  reaction  is  to  stare  blankly  at  jace  and  wait  for  him  to  announce  the  punchline.  that  has  to  be  a  joke,  right?  but  the  'just  kidding'  never  comes.  so  jace  is  completely  being  serious  about  this.  alec  nods  slowly,  ❝  are  you  okay?  ❞  alec  asks,  tilting  his  head  to  the  side  slightly.  jace  has  a  tendency  to  be  incredibly  flippant,  and  alec  (  despite  being  jace's  parabatai  and  knowing  him  better  than  most  people  )  doesn't  always  know  how  to  tell  when  jace  is  joking  or  not.  but  alec  feels  like  this  is  one  of  those  humor  and  snark  as  a  defense  mechanism  kind  of  thing.  so  alec  feels  like  he  needs  to  check  in.  ❝  also,  no  one  is  destroying  you.  you're  too  good  for  that  and  you  know  it.  ❞

[aicollider]

You are in the middle of the Thirty Years' War, Battle of White Mountain (1620 CE)

As you stand amongst the chaos of the Battle of White Mountain, you observe the horror of the Thirty Years’ War. The year is 1620 CE, and the Bohemian Revolt has sparked a conflict over religious and political power. You see two sides of the battle, the Protestant Bohemian army and the Catholic Habsburg army, both with their allies and mercenaries. It’s difficult to determine the actual sizes of…

[wellfell]

❛ memories are only there to make you bleed. ❜ ( chris a )

 NOW THAT'S SOME KIND OF POETIC BULLSHIT THAT AKINA CAN'T DEAL WITH RIGHT NOW ; her hands tremble in her lap . he seems like a good man , he is a good man , took her from the woods and carried her to safety of the police station , even gave her a warm glass of hot chocolate . it was a long night , something hairy with long teeth attacked her , she was running , her ankle was cracked . blood was tickling down her temple . . . when she doesn't answer any of his questions and keeps staring at the wall , he mumbles the next words with an air of playfulness around them .

 that's what draws out a reaction — finally . she's glaring .

 ❛ . . . was that supposed to be a joke ? ❜ and this wasn't supposed to be anything as malicious as she meant it to be , her glare softens at the edges , she looks away from the man again and tries to remember the last thing he asked her . ' was it a wolf ? ' ❛ it wasn't a wolf . i know it wasn't a wolf . it was — ❜ she pauses , takes in a breath and winces slightly before continuing . ❛ it was something else . i know you don't believe me . you don't have to . ❜ it wouldn't be the first time she's taken care of something supernatural & abnormal , nor fought it when she was nothing more than a girl who had no idea how to hold a gun ; but loved knives , loved blood . ❛ . . . can you at least drive me home , sir ? ❜

  ❜ not accepting /

[caretkr]

@liveslost         (      lip   gallagher      )      sent         :            ＂         oh,   don't   do   this   to   me.   i'm   already   seeing   double.         ＂

＂         YOU’RE   GONNA   BE   SEEING   FUCKIN’   TRIPLE   IF   YOU   DON’T   GET   UP.            ―            you   can’t   hide   in   bed   forever.         ＂               harsh   words   don’t   match   the   𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝   𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗   etching   out   on   fiona’s   features,      head   momentarily   leaning   against   door   frame   as   she   attempts   to   get   a   better   understanding   of   lip’s   current   wellbeing.         she’s   always   𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠,      even   if   it   isn’t   said   out   loud.         these   kids   are   her   life      &      though   they   might   be   growing   old   enough   not   to   need   her,      that’ll   never   stop   big   sister   from   lingering         .   .   .         no   matter   how   𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴   that   might   come   across.         inhaling   deep,      arms   eventually   unfold   and   she   crosses   the   threshold,      slipping   into   his   room   to   perch   on   the   edge   of   the   bed.               ＂         you   gonna   tell   me   what   the   hell   is   going   on?         ＂               it   sounds   more   like   a   ���𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍   than   a   question,      as   if   he   doesn’t   have   any   choice   but   to   answer.

𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓   𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.               (      still   accepting!      )

[saintse]

@liveslost: “It was my fault, really. I wasn’t paying attention and got hit in the face.” ( lia? she's nicer than her mom i promise )

"right, right, this city's full up with brutal lampposts. they'll be the death of someone eventually." she titters, wringing out a wet rag. it's completely obvious that she does not believe the story whatsoever, but who needs to be believed to get cleaned up? everette shifts the lamp, an obscenely bright thing with an adjustable arm, over lia's hair to inspect the splitting lump developing on her forehead.

"well, whatever you weren't paying attention to did a number." gentle fingers begin pulling strands of hair out of the wound, quick and meticulous. "did a bloodthirsty curb happen to be involved? there's bits of gravel embedded in you, poor thing. we'll have to clean it a bit more. you sit here, i'll get the alcohol pads."

[starswritten]

❝ i can't let that stop me from HELPING THE PEOPLE that need my help. and doing the good that i can do. ❞

@liveslost

[bxdassbanshee]

@liveslost sent in a meme

“  you’re the only person who isn’t going to treat me with kid gloves right now.  ” ( noah 👀 )

Lydia sighed -- did she worry about Noah? Constantly. But she knew better than trying to get in his way. At least if she would be there for him, she could try and look out for him. "I won't," she whispered. "I am just unsure about what you actually want from me, right now, Noah."

[alovetold]

❛ i’m having a hard time believing you hunted and killed monsters. ❜ derek h @ jocelyn bc he knows her history but he thinks she's too much of a soft soccer mom to ever do any harm ever

" it was a long time ago, " which wasn't wrong. she didn't kill anything except dinner these days. which she didn't do much of anymore, not since her husband banished her from his kitchen, at least that was what he said when he shooed her away from a burnt pan of chicken. maybe it was for the best, they had children to feed now. even if clary mostly ate at the institute, they still had four others to provide for.

" i have a hard time believing my children are doing the monster hunting and killing now, @liveslost. i don't think i'll ever be ready to send the little ones on their first patrols. even if ami has been begging - she even promised to go with jace. she loves him. can you believe her first word was jace ? " maybe she's trying to change the subject from her past. she could never think back without seeing her ex husband's ghost, the mistakes of the circle, the manipulation and girlhood lost. being a shadowhunter was never a thing of glory for jocelyn.

[butscrewmefirst]

❝ that won't help you here, unfortunately. ❞

@liveslost gets a starter (for whoever)!

[bxdassbanshee]

"is that you have a preference for beautiful women to be armed or just that only beautiful women should arm themselves by strapping it to their thigh? just so i can be on the same page as what fantasy you are indulging in right now." mainly, she liked to throw spanners in the works and see him figure it out. she chuckles at swearwolves because a good rhyming phrase will always tickle her. sure, she was a math girl but the english language was interesting at the very least. "as long as you are assigning the responsibility to someone. grumpy cat will do a much better job at that. i just see you swearing and trying to employ the do as i say but not as i do tactic and then..." kids were something lydia hadn't thought too much about. settling down wasn't something she had thought too much about but maybe that was a good thing. her banshee traits were still in flux, partly from her own doing. she was at the stage of just ignoring things and hoping they would go away, rather that -- you know giving in. "so which is it for you? because contempt? blind hatred? raging sexual tension? i didn't know you thought so much about me." don't dangle a tease in front of lydia martin. she will take it. and smirk while she made him squirm. her eyes don't meet his when he asks. "just you know, the normal stuff. gaps in time. waking up in places i didn't go to sleep in..." the banshee makes sure you speak evenly because it wasn't really a big deal, right?

❛   —      much   safer   in   a   holster,   preferably   strapped   to   the   thigh   of   a   beautiful   woman,   but   that's   just   𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋   𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.   ❜   he's   conjured   quite   the   picture,   and   he's  ��not   ashamed   to   bask   in   it,   either.   a   derisive   snort   is   offered   then,   grin   widening   as   he   dipped   his   head   a   little.   ❛   i   taught   my   niece   how   to   swear   in   seventeen   languages   when   she   was   nine.   i   think   i'm   gonna   have   to   save   the   𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄   𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒,   𝐍𝐎𝐓   𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒   conversation   for   uncle   derek   to   have   with   fifi.   ❜   in   noah's   defense,   it's   his   right   to   be   the   𝐅𝐔𝐍,   𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄   𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐄   and   lia   adores   him   for   it   !   (   the   poor   kid   lives   with   𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇,   she   deserves   to   be   able   to   curse   him   out   in   multiple   languages   if   she   wants   to   !!   )   pushing   away   from   his   position   in   the   doorframe,   the   hunter   steps   further   into   the   room   to   casually   browse   through   some   magazines   stacked   on   a   nearby   side   table,   brow   raising   in   vague   curiosity.   (   he   expected   at   least   one   girly   magazine   !   what   if   he   wanted   to   know   which   ryan   gosling   character   is   his   boyfriend   ??   pfft.   )   ❛   —      flirting's   not   worth   it   if   there's   no   𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓,   ❜   he   scoffs,   shifting   his   gaze   towards   her.   ❛   or   blind   hatred,   or   𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋   𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍.   ❜   he   decides   he's   done   now,   because   one   day   she   might   actually   proposition   him,   and   then   what   will   he   do   ??   𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂,   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘.   ❛   ah,   see,   that   wasn't   so   hard,   now   was   it   ??   ❜   is   asked   now,   and   whilst   there   is   definitely   some   concern   in   the   way   he   looks   at   her,   he's   careful   not   to   allow   that   concern   to   slip   into   his   tone.   (   he   has   𝐀   𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓   𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒,   what   can   he   say   ??   )   ❛   i'll   look   into   it,   ❜   he   confirms,   already   mentally   scanning   his   list   of   contacts,   formulating   a   plan.   ❛   —      but   what   makes   you   think   you're   𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋   ??   ❜   there's   definitely   more   to   this,   and   he'll   drag   it   out   of   her   if   he   has   to   !

[labonaires]

i really don't have any choice. ( elijah m )

"there's always a choice. plus you're an original vampire so there's very little that's out of your control, so i'm calling bullshit on that one." clara wished she could untangle herself from the clutches of the vampire family, but also understood that her place would always be with hayley and hope: her home lay with her own. elijah was an enigma, a man who wore only the finest of clothing as if to hide the aching wound that lived deep in his core. clara wondered what it would be like to dismantle him piece by piece, to understand the roots of his being. "so are you going to backtrack that sentence?"

[ghostlyscribes]

if norma were a deity, what would she be the god of?

desire and sexuality

you’re mysterious and alluring. when lovers seek a magnetic connection, they pray to you. you’re particularly associated with eros, erotic love, and mania, obsessive love. you exude intense magnetism and your voice is like a siren call, luring anyone and everyone you desire.

tagged by @liveslost!

tagging: @cosmicacy, @ouijaconnections, @iwritemilfs, @wynterlanding.

[indiatrendwatch]

#japan #earthquake #liveslost #indiatrendwatch

[alovetold]

@liveslost

You soon realize you get to make new memories, have new experiences and best of all… Fall in love all over again.

—Lois Lane, Superman and Lois, "Heritage"

[heartonanoose]

@liveslost​ liked for a starter. 

A knock on her door was the last thing Aluzka expected that day. Or any other day for that matter. Having a cabin in the middle of the forest usually meant little to no visitors. Which is just how she liked it. Now there were a few times this had happened before so she did what she knew. She went silent. Hoping the other would give up and go away, she stayed put on her couch, sipping her tea and reading. 

After a moment of silence, Alu figured the other went away. Figuring she could catch a glimpse of them out the window, she quickly got up without a sound and went to peek outside. Pulling back the curtain, she saw that the other had not in fact left but was sitting on her porch! When she pulled back the curtains to peek outside, she was met with the sight of the others back of their head. A bit ticked now, Aluzka tapped on the glass to get their attention. Once they looked, she glared. 

“Go away!” She shouted and moved her hand in a way to shoo them.