#nice people doing nice things

[dontcallpanic]

So I er finally got around to giving this a go! I was tagged by the very lovely and very kind @oldefashioned thanks so much!

And I don't know that many people Soooo I'll tag the also very lovely @gege-wondering-around and whoever else wants to give it a go can go and give it a go!

It's not the worst attempt, but I couldn't get away from it looking like a murder mystery promo picture. So uhhh yeah, I gave up and decided to lean into it instead.

My cat is called Busy - she's definitely the star!

[gege-wondering-around]

I've got a no pressure whatsoever ask for you cariad! It just occurred to me to ask so I'll send before I forget!

What are your top 5 favourite love songs, and why?

hello my sweet friend! thank so so much for the sweet ask and so sorry to answer this so late but i only found some time today!

anyway, let's get this going!

soooooo...

to make it simple, the part that i'm gonna specifically refering to are two:

Sweet 16, how was I supposed to know anything?

because this song is all about the purify of the innocent love you find when you are both young and don't know anything. you don't know how to talk, you don't know what to say and on road trips (Bad luck to talk on these rides / Mind on the road, your dilated eyes) when you have nothing to do other than drive and sing, your mind start to wonder and you ask yourself how to live a love you're just beginning to understand.

and

I'm sure we're taller in another dimension You say we're small and not worth the mention You're tired of movin', your body's achin' We could vacay, there's places to go Clearly this isn't all that there is Can't take what's been given But we're so okay here, we're doing fine / Primal and naked You dream of walls that hold us imprisoned It's just a skull, least that's what they call it And we're free to roam

this. this because it's hopeful and full of struggles, this is all about wanting to be something else while being something we aren't able to accept. it's a hope that will never come to the surface cause neither in the couple can talk about it, neither can say anything cause Sweet 16, how was I supposed to know anything? and whoever is speaking (cause in the song this is like the most talked part, not even sang much - very beautiful to me, how it is expressed and how it echoes within people) wanna be something more, something free...

If you listen to this part, this sounds like a dying hope. something meant to never happen cause they never talked about any of it, cause when we are young, words ain't something we use much...

the whole freaking lyrics themselves says everything there is to say.

people forget what love is really about so often (in my opinion) and this song is a sweet, old reminder that love ain't about big things or any of that shit, it's all about true love and understanding and i love how the singer keep saying

Hey, lover!

because even the singer's lover forget what love is about, and the singer is trying to remind their partner that love isn't material.

love is a vow, love is a oath, because the feeling dies and love becomes a choise.

I mean, idk about others, but when you tryna save something, or you wanna try againt at something, or you just wanna your person to fight with you for 'us', there's a limit you can't pass.

Can you meet me halfway? Right at the borderline That's where I'm gonna wait for you I'll be looking out, night and day Took my heart to the limit, and this is where I'll stay / I can't go any further than this / I want you so bad, it's my only wish

becuase there's so much hope, so much wish, so much will to wait for something that may never arrive, for the other person to meet you helfway cause it ain't for everyone to come to terms with what happened or what could end up happening that they just go so far back in themselves that the only place you can wait for them is right at the borderline becuase if you overstep, you'll overstep the your self respect and pass onto their side, diving through what they are a bit too much.

Cause something people just wanna be left alove, or maybe they really don't want to be left and can't find a way to meet you somewhere manageable for you both.

but the singer's hope never dies. the cheering hope and sweet call of coming to meet her is not forced not is it begged. she ask to be met, hopefully, on the borerline of what they can be without merging into each other.

this is what love can also be, when you let the other be everything that will eventually destroy you cause you can't get enough of them, and i find it sweet and violent, innocent and obsessive (the type of love that looks good only on paper and fanfic, cause this can be very dangerous for people in love irl) but it's what love feels like.

to let the other have every little way to end you and still trstu them that they won't but that they also won't stop giving you whant you love the most about them (and you're willing to let them overdose you, even if they won't do it)

because if the singer could:

If your love was a pill, I'd overdose Wrap me in your arms 'til my heartbeat slows If your love was a cig', I'd smoke my lungs Every time I think I'm done, I need another one

becuase they WANNA be destroyed by their lover cause their love is has everything they want, and they are addicted to it. yet the other seems to not give the singer what he wants, he never gets the pill or the cig' cause the partner might know the long way both could go.

becuase maybe the partner knows about how much death love can cause, perpahs?

this.

And I said Wait just a little while And tell me where you've been I've been staying up at night Thinking about it And it's been oh so long That I've been feeling like this And I know that I've never been more sure

this is all about wanting to get deeper within the other, to knwo them more and to get a connection to form even deeper between both.

the man sing about his lady and their playful adventures they they both loved and treasured, but he still, wholeheartedly, wonder to get to know her more cause he loves her so much (without even needing to say so) that he longs to know her, to get to be part of her life by having her willingly share with him her stories from the past just to know her a little better.

and he ask

wait just a little while, and tell me where you've been

because he wants to know her for who she was and not onlt for the person he is being with in the moment, cause you never really form a connection with someone unless you're so invested in them that knowing almost doesn't fell as nearly enough, you need to feel them, to get to be someone they share stories with.

cause we are people made of stories. if we don't know and accept our past, we could never form a connection with someone who wanna knows us.

cause what will you tell them?

how can you describe who you are without picking up parts from your past?

plus:

honorable mention (in my native language)

this was the first love song i can remember and i shared this connection to this song with my first sweet love, back in time when we were fairly young and also stupid.

but whenever i feel lonely, or i get ask about a love song, this one comes to mind and every time, EVERY SINGLE TIME, i can only remeber a single verse of this song and i always end up having the hardest time to remember the title, cause it's been so long and i can't listen to this song without thinking about the past, sweet and painful as it was, for just a little while.

(plus the transaction in English if you are interested in founding out what the singer is saying -> link)

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anyway, this was a rollercostear through my playlists cause i never really thought of this, my fav love songs, and i did some digging to find the ones that could fir the best in this list.

i hope you'll like them and i can't wait to read about yours, cause im running to you ask box like the curious bird i am🫂

thank you again @dontcallpanic and i wish you all the best, thank you for being the splendid person that you are 🩵

[jayjay55655]

🌹A rose for someone who I always love seeing in my dash. 🌹🌹

Thank you honey! This is so kind and i appreciate it! You're amazing and i hope you have an awesome day!!!

[mythicalcoolkid]

You don't wish your disability was worse or more visible, you wish your disability was taken seriously. Please stop confusing the two, I guarantee you would not get the support you need JUST by being more severe or more visible. Please listen to visibly disabled people when we tell you it isn't better on our side

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[barghest-land]

drawings from paleo expedition to dagestan, done right on the trip. sometimes messy when it was cold and rainy, but i won't correct it. i think it's cool to leave it just the way it was done, and not retouch it after. there will be more drawings later, but those will be done from home

[idontmindifuforgetme]

I love Tumblr because nothing matters here truly. There are no influencers. Having followers doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a site where people post their sporadic thoughts and rb pretty pictures. Anyone who thinks any of this matters is woefully missing the point

[skunkes]

the restrained sniffer

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Kiss Kiss Fallen Tree!

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[dontcallpanic]

I was tagged by @oldefashioned and @hellameyers to share the May Receiptify!

Thank you so, so much, you are both truly wonderful people! I really appreciate the tag! Diolch yn fawr iawn! 🩵🩵

It uhhh turned out to be a pretty wild contrast between aggressive techno and witchy Welsh folk. Which is... accurate to be fair!

It's really made my day to see everyone's music recs for the month and I'm so excited to have new music to listen to! 🩵

(If anyone happens to listen to any of the Welsh ones and wants a low-key translation just let me know! If anyone wants to listen to Child Owlet just a heads up it is quite dark and creepy)

Absolutely no pressure whatsoever tags are: @gege-wondering-around @cantchangemypast

@fuji09 @jayjay55655

Have a nice day! 🩵

[gege-wondering-around]

Let’s spread a little sunshine ☀️ drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! 💛

thank you so much my love!!💕

[salamispots]

posting a gift wip since I know my siblings aren't on here haha

[inkskinned]

today i love the red metal crane in her long neck arching her body over the boston skyline, which means i am okay for a moment. when i am unwell, everything is a little ugly. i always tell myself look for the beauty but when it is bad, i will look at birds and sunsets and little ducklings and feel absolutely nothing.

when my brother got his puppy, i was in a deep depression. what kind of monster isn't affected by a puppy. i was gentle and kind to her - i just didn't have an emotional reaction. she's five now and i feel like i spend all of our interactions apologizing to her - i don't know why. i just didn't feel anything. how embarrassing. i feel like if i admit that, i'll seem cruel and jaded. it comes in waves. like, two months ago when i went out into the world - it was like that. life behind a pane of stormglass. a firework could go off over your head - nothing. like dead skin, no reaction. not to ice cream or rainbows or baby chickens. life foggy and uninteresting.

i love goslings again. i love their little webbed feet splayed over grass. i love good food and live music and long walks. i like puppies. i feel like some kind of my soul has been starved - i keep staring at everything with wide eyes, trying to burrow the sensation into my stomach. it's real. beauty is real. when it's bad again, remember this. i stop and smell the flowers, feeling cliche in the moment. i like the white-to-red ombre of my neighbor's roses. i like colorcoding and yoga and cold drinks. i try to pass my hands over every moment, feeling like i'm squeezing joy out of every instant. remember this. for the love of god, it's real - just remember this.

[rocketbirdie]

face value

[eyra]

I don’t usually do discourse on this blog but that last reblog hit the nail on the head. Reader interaction is at an all time low for fic authors and whilst I’m eternally grateful for any and all kudos and comments that I do receive, I feel as if in the past couple of years there’s been this weird migration of comments - they’ve left ao3 and they’re on tiktok instead. So, rather than people leaving comments on my fics, they leave their comments on the videos of people reccing my fics. I see tiktoks about my fics and they’ll have double, triple the number of comments that the fic itself has. It’s so lovely that people are talking about my writing, but it’s just a very strange phenomenon and a very odd feeling when you have a fic that you assume wasn’t overly well received because it has hardly any comments on ao3, but then you see a tiktok full of comments with people saying that it’s their favourite fic.

And I’m going to say something potentially controversial here but not ONCE have I seen a tiktok creator, whose content relies solely on other people’s fics, say anything along the lines of “leave the author a comment if you enjoy the rec.” Literally never ever seen this. And I think that’s a real shame.