#rye creek

[cirrusskyanimations]

Alas, the problems of a lynx.

Too dang big.

[thekylemeredith]

“Writing songs is like a negotiation.”

Chris Thile and Punch Brothers join me to talk about crafting genre-defying music, chasing musical transcendence, and that time they accidentally wrote a hit—because sometimes, genius sneaks up on you.

Hit 👍 if Rye Whiskey is still a jam, ❤️ if Chris Thile is a mandolin god, 🥰 if their genre-blending genius blows your mind, or share if you think Punch Brothers are one of the best bands making music today.

#PunchBrothers #RyeWhiskey #ChrisThile #ProgressiveBluegrass

[trippin-chippin]

The urge to draw whiskey’s gremlin ass kids…

Also because I haven’t drawn anything productive so…

[goodspiritsnewsat]

GSN Review: El Tesoro Mundial: Knob Creek Rye Edition

El Tesoro de Don Felipe Tequila, the Tequila producer from La Alteña Distillery in the Jalisco highlands of Mexico, and the third-generation Camarena distilling family, introduce the second installment of “The Mundial Collection” Limited Edition Cask Finishing Series: El Tesoro Mundial: Knob Creek Rye Edition.  El Tesoro Mundial: Knob Creek Rye is a unique expression of El Tesoro Añejo, aged for…

[dante-mightdie]

Became insane at work with your Rancher!John, I present to you my delusions:

As she settled into her routine, she was torn between gratitude and guilt. John had taken care of her animals and the land, working quietly as if her distress had become his own burden. While she struggled to dress, still deep in thought, he was out there feeding, grooming, and caring for the creatures that depended on her. Seeing him—strong and capable—her heart ached again, not only for her loss but for the strange, unspoken bond that was forming between them, which somehow felt as strange as it did comforting.

This bond, fragile yet profound, felt both foreign and reassuring. Each shared glance, each moment of unspoken communication, seemed to stitch together the raw edges of her grief. John was not just a caretaker; he had become a confidant, a silent witness to her suffering, and in turn, he offered her a sense of solace she had not anticipated. The way he moved among her fields—with quiet assurance and genuine tenderness—made her realize that perhaps he understood more about her heart than she was ready to admit.

She approached John, who paused to acknowledge her presence with a warm smile that seemed to bridge the chasm of her solitude. In that moment, she felt the duality of her feelings intensifying. The gratitude she felt for his support was interwoven with the guilt of relying on him in her time of need. Yet, there was something undeniably comforting in their shared silence, a cocoon.

“There’s breakfast at home,” she said. Not my house—home, both hers and his.

“Coming, honey.”

oh this is beautiful thank you for this

it’s simple the way his hand slots itself into the small of your back, herding you up the porch and back into the house. subtle signs of his existence living fill the once vacant rooms

his winter jacket, lining reinforced with plush wool he sheered from your sheep, waiting to be stitched up by you. his riding boots, freshly brushed and polished, waiting by the front door for him. and his thumb will slip under the knot tying your apron together, soothing other your skin with gratitude

the aging floorboards creek under his heavy weight, for which he can thank your cooking. he’ll replace those before winter comes, just let him finish up the barn roof first

he lets you serve his food, your eyes purposely avoiding his hungry gaze prowling the length of your body. not because you don’t enjoy it, but because you know you won’t be prepared for whatever brazen move he makes on you, not able to match his freak as one might say

he washes his food down with two fingers of neat rye whiskey, the liquor burns nowhere near enough as his eyes glaring into your figure, busy washing the leftover dishes

you don’t stop nor turn when you hear his chair scrape against the floor boards. his heavy footsteps and that damn creaking floor are nothing new. but the dishes slip from your hands and clatter in the sink when you feel his fingers tugging on the strings of your apron, tightening the knot and you backwards so you can feel the slight graze of his zipper on the fabric of your skirt

“need to put a man’s name on this land, sugar. bank might take it away from ya’.”

his footsteps retreat, as does his looming shadow. and when you turn, he’s gone…

[tradfolkpoll]

american traditional folk song tournament

welcome to the american traditional folk song tournament! round 1 will begin shortly. a complete list of upcoming matchups is under the cut

i've been working on the railroad vs jay gould's daughter

all the pretty little horses vs gallows pole

omie wise vs virgin mary

jelly jelly vs green grow the lilacs

stewball vs rising of the moon

lily of the west vs rose of aberdeen

there is balm in gilead vs john hardy

erie canal vs mi y'malel

sept ans sur mer vs skip to my lou

hob ich a por oksen vs feuilles-o

the e-ri-e vs roll the old chariot

the cuckoo vs samson and delilah

santiana vs wild mountain thyme

blind man lay beside the way vs wind and rain

el cañutero vs haul away joe

old blue vs lauterbach

rock island line vs rye whiskey

motherless child vs black is the colour of my trule love's hair

roving gambler vs turtle dove

jesse james vs oh miss i have a very fine farm

down by the riverside vs blackest crow

arkansas traveler vs hold the fort

streets of laredo vs one morning in may

liza up a 'simmon tree vs st james infirmary

sloop john b vs we shall overcome

the crawdad song vs the wagoner's lad

cotton eyed joe vs foreman monroe

wade in the water vs wild goose grasses

go tell it on the mountain vs careless love

i bought me a cat vs sea lion woman

jubilee vs froggie went a-courting

single girl, married girl vs the bailiff's daughter of islington

go down moses vs little joe the wrangler

the water is wide vs go tell aunt rhodie

storms are on the ocean vs come along john

frankie vs roll jordan roll

captain kidd vs midnight special

worried man blues vs the chickens they are crowing

joshua fit the battle of jericho vs jam on jerry's rocks

did you feed my cow vs trail of tears

jane jane vs colorado trail

take this hammer vs long lonesome road

dink's song vs molasses

five nights drunk vs pay day

make me a pallet on your floor vs cape cod girls

john the revelator vs all her answers were no

engine 143 vs every time i feel the spirit

diamond joe vs call of the moose

michael, row the boat ashore vs farther along

buffalo gals vs boston come-all-ye

wayfaring stranger vs undone in sorrow

the unquiet grave vs the moonshiner

the longest train i ever saw vs banks of the ohio

shenandoah vs this little light of mine

how can i keep from singing vs i ride an old paint

little black train vs this train is bound for glory

the riddle song vs railroad bill

grey goose vs goin' down the road feelin' bad

when first unto this country vs cripple creek

pretty saro vs song of the boatman

cotton mill girls vs wildwood flower

fatal flower garden vs cumberland gap

twelve gates to the city vs git along little dogies

sliding delta vs darby ram

when johnny comes marching home vs down in the willow garden

down by the bay vs darling corey

oh freedom vs old chisholm trail

another man done gone vs deep blue sea

john brown's body vs matty groves

wabash cannonball vs ell corrido de gregorio cortez

down to the river to pray vs casey jones

tom dooley vs la delgadina

the old soldier vs cindy

the e-ri-e vs poor working girl

avondale mine disaster vs sun will never go down

greenland whale fisheries vs the dodger song

way down the old plank road vs railroad boy

lost jimmie whalen vs shady grove

watercresses vs remon

stagolee vs clementine

pay me my money down vs la rancherita

bulbe vs young hunting

little brown bulls vs we shall not be moved

i never will marry vs the dying soldier to his shipmates

golden vanity vs scarborough fair

bury me not on the lone prairie vs ox driver's song

little moses vs didn't my lord deliver daniel

what shall we do with the baby-o vs twelve gates to the city

handsome molly vs cigarettes will spoil your life

whisky johnny vs pretty polly

when the stars begin to fall vs solidarity forever

in the pines vs bootlegger's story

buffalo skinners vs siss net alli daag luschdich leewe

hallelujah, i'm a bum vs ain't it a shame

silver dagger vs bring me a little water, silvie

i'll fly away vs evil hearted blues

las posadas vs no more auction block

the diggers' song vs sitting on top of the world

green grass grows all around vs big rock candy mountain

corrina, corrina vs columbus stockade blues

hold on vs wreck of the old 97

old joe clark vs soon be over

follow the drinking gourd vs de colores

peggy-o vs house carpenter

springfield mountain vs the foggy dew

come all ye fair and tender ladies vs don't let your deal go down

johnny has gone for a soldier vs steal away

railroadin' some vs jan jansen

love is pleasing vs the devil's nine questions

lonesome valley vs we shall be free

geordie vs when i first came to this land

red river valley vs leatherwing bat

scandalize my name vs boll weevil

you are my sunshine vs down in the valley

audubon zoo vs poor paddy works on the railway

on top of old smokey vs the cherry tree carol

three ravens vs schpinn, schpinn

she baked a hoecake vs see that my grave is kept clean

barbara allen vs take a whiff on me

polly vaughn vs skip to my lou

nine pound hammer vs the wild wild berry

no hiding place vs deep river blues

hares on the mountain vs der rebbe elimelech

john henry vs jenny jenkins

didn't old john cross the water vs bury me beneath the willow

skin and bones vs the fox

knoxville girl vs house of the rising sun

mary don't you weep vs going across the mountain

[pagan-stitches]

Morana is Reborn

“You are the lady of life, the mother of the whole world,

You are the pregnant lady, the mother of the sun,

Wherever you set foot, rye is born,

You make the hearts of men and animals beat.”

—Lelek, Marzanna (translated from Polish)

I drown her on St. Matthew’s Day (Feb. 24th), and then set about restructuring the altar into a bower for her to be reborn.

Spring embroideries were hung backwards, and the new Morana (inspired by @zarya-zaryanitsa ‘s beautiful dolly) veiled until Spring arrived. I had decided that this year I was not going to be constrained by the calendar, but rather do things that felt seasonally appropriate for the southern region in which I live—a region where spring comes earlier than the northern lands of my ancestors.

Yesterday on my St. Gregory’s Day mini-pilgrimage around our land I came upon the first new leaves of the year and decided this was the sign that I was waiting for.

The drowning of Morana (or Marzanna, or Marena, or Mara, or Smrtka . . . ) is an old Slavic tradition and the beginning of my devotional year.  Traditionally in the Czech Republic, on the fourth or fifth Sunday of Lent, depending on the region, an effigy of the goddess is thrown into the river to drown; sometimes she is also burned.  We know that people have been drowning effigies of the goddess since at least 1420, when it was forbidden by the Catholic church, but probably for much longer.  It is a misconception by many that Morana is only a goddess of winter and death.

“However, many historical sources and traces of her cult (particularly in the West Slavic beliefs) show clearly that the cold winter is only one of the faces of this goddess. After getting rid of the winter effigy, another similar one was being brought up in a procession around the villages and fields - it was a symbol of spring, the same goddess being reborn after the winter phase and waking up nature’s vital strength for the upcoming growing season. Many of such informations survived in countless folk songs and rituals.” --Lamus Dworski

My Spring Morana ritual is two fold. First I drown a dolly that I made the Spring before in the creek that I use as a sacred space for many of my rituals. Then I carry a decked out dolly back up to the house who represents the goddess reborn—and who will be drown the following year.

I was excited to place the Sun Goddess Tapestry, completed last summer, upon the altar for the first time for the light half of the year. During the winter season she was hung at Midwinter through Three King’s day to celebrate her rebirth, but then removed until I hung her backwards on St. Matthew’s Day to await the arrival of spring.

@goodfolkbelow @msgraveyarddirt

[punk1nl0v333]

★☆about me☆★

a little bit about me, because why not <3

DISCLAIMER: if you know me IRL…. get outta here (unless ur matthew or ashton)

the name is charlie. pronouns are any i guess. i am genderfluid and bisexual. scenemo? a wee bit goth? I AM A MINOR.

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leo sun, leo moon, taurus rising. august 19th. spiritual and pagan, respect all religions.

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some of my amazing mutuals: @hoe4kai @hearts4golbach @sparky4577 @bornandraisediniowa @teapartyprincess4two

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music ~ HER’s, radiohead, weezer, the smiths, the smashing pumpkins, DOGBRETH, nuclear tourism, meth wax, tv girl, sex drive culdesac, frank ocean, childish gambino, kendrick lamar, the beatles, sufjan stevens, mitski, panic! at the disco, pierce the veil (seen live!), blink-182 (seen live!), highschool, the cure, my chemical romance, sleeping with sirens, pigeon pit, peach pit, slipknot, korn, system of a down, strawberry alarm clock, michael cera, we the kings, fleetwood mac, avenged sevenfold, anti-flag, teen idles, chief keef, chase atlantic, michael jackson, billy joel, tears for fears, millionares, siouxsie and the banshees, molchat doma, she wants revenge, bauhaus, tokio hotel, and more tbh

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movies ~ call me by your name, dead poets society, la la land, mean girls, princess and the frog, adult world, megamind, the lorax, the perks of being a wallflower, paper towns, TASM, ITSV/ATSV, deadpool 1&2, coraline, paranorman, hocus pocus, beetlejuice, boxtrolls, kubo and the two strings, the red turtle, scream, then came you (2018), senseless, SLC punk, tangled, my little pony equestria girls/rainbow rocks/friendship games/legend of everfree, big time movie, ferris bueler’s day off, heathers, bill and ted’s excellent adventure, say anything, the proposal

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tv shows ~ american horror story, community, how i met your mother, big bang theory, school spirits, new girl, rick and morty, brooklyn 99, modern family, AHS. (but i already mentioned that), adventure time, sugar rush (can’t lie it slaps), schitts creek, bojack horseman

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books ~ the perks of being a wallflower, the bell jar, paper towns, the obsession, want to go private?, girl stolen, gone girl, call me by your name, to kill a mockingbird, the tempest, catcher in the rye, around the world in 80 days, percy jackson series

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youtubers ~ danny gonzalez, drew gooden, kurtis conner, dylan is in trouble, the sturniolo triplets, filmcooper, sam and colby, jake webber, johnnie guilbert, bobbybroccoli, larray, quen blackwell, carrington

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people i will write about ~ evan peters (and his characters), sam golbach, colby brock, carrington bornstein, jake webber, johnnie guilbert, tyler/hansumfella, milo manheim (and his characters), percy jackson (book/logan lerman version), charlie kelmeckis, matt/chris sturniolo, nick sturniolo (strictly platonic), tara yummy, and others if they come up

❝ rules and boundaries ❞

¡ rules and boundaries for my writing and recommendations !

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any creators that have specified boundaries about fanfiction will not be included, and please inform me if they have specified and i’ve written about them, and it will be taken down immediately.

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do not repost my work onto other websites, such as wattpad or ao3. do not “take inspiration” from my work without permission and without tagging me, it is all original unless stated otherwise (permitted inspiration or request will always be tagged). if you want to translate my work, ask for permission first and keep it on tumblr, and credit.

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im not comfortable writing mlm, or trans!fem reader, as an afab person i don’t think i can get the proper perspective and it doesn’t feel like my place to write that. gn!reader and fem!reader are always the table, however

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if a character is underage, i will not write anything but platonic/sibling type fics. the ONLY exception from this rule is tate langdon, considering the murky ghost/age rules.

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I AM A MINOR. i don’t mind adults interacting, but please please do not be creepy.

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i will add onto this if anything comes up and i hope you enjoy my future work :)

love always,

charlie.

[soulless-computerbug]

Toby:

Oak, birch, aspen trees, sunlight filtering through the leaves, the rush of the north wind. Babbling brooks and creeks, a trout jumping and splashing on the surface. Campfires, woodsmoke, ash and dust rising from a glowing plume into the starry night. Bonfires. House fires. Dumpster fires in the cold icy streets. Car exhaust and drunk drivers on empty lonely highways, flat energy drinks in the cup holders. The sound of splitting wood, cracking ice, falling stone. Granite sparkling in the dusk light. Icy cold fingertips pressed against your palm, nails gently biting your skin.

Kate:

Stale cigarette smell in old musty carpet. The clack of billiard balls against each other, quiet chatter and laughter, low blues music crackling through old speakers. Blues, classic rock, hard rock, headbanging to old punk music in the car with your friends, parked in the lot after a highschool game. Smiling so wide your cheeks ache. Pounding throbbing feet on concrete, the rough grooves of brick and mortar under your nails. The chokehold of terror in your chest, the moon through douglas firs and redwood trees. February breeze at 3am, cold air seeping under your jacket, the flannels of your pants. Cold fingers, cold toes, steaming hot water that stings like pure bliss. The taste of medicine that follows the ringing of an alarm.

Liam:

Larks and robins at 5am. The smell of black coffee and old books, the rustle of papers and shuffle of feet. Linoleum tile under leather doc marten soles. Rye grass and blue river water, stormy gray skies. The thwap of latex gloves against your wrist like a second skin. Bubbling, fizzing, foaming, colors shifting from green to gray to blue to orange. Apple slices as you scratch note after note onto old notebook paper. Losing your voice after screaming for hours, dull migraines and illusory palinopsia. Lyssavirus, crutzfeldt-jakobs disease, marburgvirus, all neatly labeled in perfect little vials. Lying in wait.

[susiephone]

Hey, I liked your poll about commonly assigned texts. Would you be willing to post the entire list? I'd love to know how many I've read.

under the cut!!

Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen

The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Little Women - Louisa May Alcott

Wuthering Heights - Emily Brontë

Jane Eyre - Charlotte Brontë

Fahrenheit 451 - Ray Bradbury

1984 - George Orwell

The Hunger Games - Suzanne Collins

The Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde

The Catcher in the Rye - J.D. Salinger

To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee

Animal Farm - George Orwell

The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho

The Lord of the Flies - William Golding

Romeo and Juliet - William Shakespeare

Hamlet - William Shakespeare

The Outsiders - S.E. Hinton

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn - Betty Smith

The Giver - Lois Lowry

Anthem - Ayn Rand

The Hobbit - J.R.R. Tolkein

Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck

The Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck

Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens

A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens

Great Expectations - Charles Dickens

Macbeth - William Shakespeare

Charlotte's Web - E.B. White

Night - Elie Wiesel

The Book Thief - Markus Zusak

Adventures of Huckleberry Finn - Mark Twain

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer - Mark Twain

The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini

The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe - C.S. Lewis

A Wrinkle in Time - Madeline L'Engle

Tuck Everlasting - Natalie Babbitt

Holes - Louis Sachar

The Road - Cormac McCarthy

The View from Saturday - E.L. Konigsburg

From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler - E.L. Konigsburg

Esperanza Rising - Pam Muñoz Ryan

A Midsummer Night's Dream - William Shakespeare

The Scarlet Letter - Nathaniel Hawthorne

Seedfolks - Paul Fleischman

Number the Stars - Lois Lowry

Brave New World - Aldous Huxley

The Crucible - Arthur Miller

Oedipus Rex - Sophocles

Antigone - Sophocles

Death of a Salesman - Arthur Miller

Frankenstein - Mary Shelley

Island of the Blue Dolphins - Scott O'Dell

A Tale of Two Cities - Charles Dickens

The Importance of Being Earnest - Oscar Wilde

The Lottery - Shirley Jackson

We Have Always Lived in the Castle - Shirley Jackson

Beloved - Toni Morrison

Kindred - Octavia Butler

The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood

Parable of the Sower - Octavia Butler

The Color Purple - Alice Walker

Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen

Invisible Man - Ralph Ellison

Speak - Laurie Hale Anderson

Where the Red Fern Growns - Wilson Rawls

Heroes - Robert Cormier

Watership Down - Richard Adams

The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett

The Cask of Amontillado - Edgar Allan Poe

The Masque of the Red Death - Edgar Allan Poe

The Tell-Tale Heart - Edgar Allen Poe

Dracula - Bram Stoker

Carmilla - Sheridan Le Fanu

Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoevsky

Catch-22 - Joseph Heller

The Old Man and the Sea - Ernest Hemingway

Hills Like White Elephants - Ernest Hemingway

Ender's Game - Orson Scott Card

Flowers for Algernon - Daniel Keyes

Slaughterhouse Five - Kurt Vonnegut

Othello - William Shakespeare

The Most Dangerous Game - Richard Connell

Uncle Tom's Cabin - Harriet Beecher Stowe

Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad

There Will Come Soft Rains - Ray Bradbury

The Gift of the Magi - O. Henry

The Monkey’s Paw - W.W. Jacobs

The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas - Ursula K. LeGuin

Araby - James Joyce

Eleven - Sandra Cisneros

Woman Hollering Creek - Sandra Cisneros

Sweat - Zora Neale Hurston

Their Eyes Were Watching God - Zora Neale Hurston

To the Lighthouse - Virginia Woolf

The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath

The Story of an Hour - Kate Chopin

The Storm - Kate Chopin

The Yellow Wallpaper - Charlotte Perkins Gilman

The Metamorphosis - Franz Kafka

[universallydestinytaco]

The Little Smiling Mermaid (Chapter 5)

AKA The one where Alan sings! (Sorry I didn’t have enough time for an elaborate illustration because this week was busy as hell)

Originally Charlie was going to sing at the end of this chapter but it’s getting pretty long, so perhaps next time he will…also I figured I’d update this story every two weeks to give me more time to finish this story and draw illustrations for it. Thank you for your support of my fanfic!

Charlie had just experienced the wildest night of his life…and considering his rambunctious buccaneering lifestyle, that was saying a lot! Right after Salty’s crew mates crashed his already-rowdy party and turned it into another sloppy brawl, he got flung overboard and briefly rescued by that mysterious pink critter with the rosy locks and the soothing, angelic voice…and right after his friends found him and brought him back to their ragtag vessel, he hurled and passed out right then-and-there.

When Charlie woke up in his chamber, he could barely remember anything about last night other than a vague image of that mystery critter that gave him an indescribable feeling of uncertainty yet warmth. Just then he heard his door creek open as his ever-excitable scullery maid and part-time cabin gal Smormu chirped in a sing-song manner: “Good Afternoon, Princey! Hope you’re feeling better…” Charlie’s eyes were open yet he wasn’t exactly “awake” enough to croak out a single coherent response. Smormu greeted the foggy-minded scallywag Prince a tray carrying an open-faced sandwich consisting of one buttered slice of rye bread topped with bacon, liverwurst, aspic, tomatoes, horseradish and parsley. “Chef Spitz is on his smoke break so I went in the kitchen and prepared your favorite, Smorie…S-Smormu…” As you an see, Smormu clearly had trouble pronouncing the name of the dish, whose delightful homecooked smell made its way to Charlie’s nostrils and brought that poor washed-up boy back to reality. Charlie sprang out of bed smacking his lips and replying to the studdering Smormu: “Aw man, I could really go for some Smørrebrød right now!” as he immediately reached his long chunky arm to irreverently swipe the tray from the maid’s hand to take a bite, wasting no time savoring the lovingly prepared dish. With an audible gulp, he blurted out: “Thanks sis, you shouldn’t have.” Smormu giggled with a friendly response: “Anytime, buddy…” she trailed off for a minute until she remembered a crucial announcement she was also designated to deliver with the Smørrebrød. “…Oh! I also have an exciting announcement! Your Uncle is visiting the Palace and he’s halfway there!” That last sentence alone sadistically echoed in Charlie’s head as his delighted smile quickly wilted into a more depleted and soured frown. “What’s wrong, too much horseradish?” Asked poor, naive little Smormu. Charlie was aware that she only had this job for half a year and didn’t understand why an “exciting announcement” would bring him down like this. “It’s hard to explain.”

Charlie sighed as he reluctantly got up to get dressed as Smormu fled the scene to give him some privacy. Charlie knew very well he was once again going to be stuck in that stuffy, navy-blue suit he just couldn’t stand to wear as not only it wasn’t nearly as loose and comfortable as his “adventure” clothes, the suit alone would remind him of his least fondly-remembered moments of his life. He reluctantly recalled the last time he wore it was when he was invited to a banquet thrown by a precious suitor, Princess Zoey of a neighboring kingdom. He liked Zoey and she liked him back, she even stood up for him when he was being teased by the other noble guests for his “blobfish”-like appearance and nasally voice. It all went downhill after he drank a little too much punch to pass the time and as a result got so violently intoxicated that he was swinging on the chandelier hollering curse words in another language until accidentally ripping the chandelier out of the ceiling and crashing it onto the floor. Not only was Charlie thrown out, the countries cut ties with each other and briefly went to war as a result of this actions. Even if it was two or three-ish years ago, Charlie could still strongly feel the shame and embarrassment he faced in the aftermath of his stunt, especially most dreadful of all his Uncle arriving to deliver a long, harsh lecture on how he’d never find a suitor and even if he was next in line on the throne that the Dompler line would tragically end with him and how he wished his parents lived long enough to spawn a proper heir so that they could pawn their mistake of a son off to some lowbrow kingdom like Spamtopia. Charlie shuddered as his Uncle’s cruel words circled his brain like vultures preying upon a vulnerable mouse. As Charlie squirmed his way into his attire, he felt less like a noble putting on formal clothes for an important Family meeting and much more like a prisoner on death row and on his way to be disposed of by an executioner.

The sharply-dressed yet reluctant Charlie finally crept down the stairs from his chamber, making way into the throne room where his grandmother was perched on her seat with Mr. Boss by her side as she conversed with a man who resembled Charlie, except he looked and acted the exact opposite of her grandson. He was a slender, puke pale yellow critter whose face was decorated in wrinkles and scowl-marks, and two scars adorned on on his lower lip and left eye as marks left over from a war he happily volunteered in long ago to earn his status as a true “Alpha Male”. Behind him was a short maiden with long auburn hair, a large round nose, and a green dress draped with a brown shawl

With an audible gulp, Charlie piped up in an uncharacteristically sheepish manner, “S’up man?” While struggling to face his Uncle eye-to-eye as the older critter turned his attention away from the family matriarch to shoot daggers at his nephew. “Well I’ll be damned, it’s our monarchy’s biggest mistake.” He responded with a sardonic chuckle, continuing: “But don’t worry, you won’t be looked down upon as the Screw-Up Prince of Gremblonia for long…IF you manage to do just one thing right…” and suffice to say that neither the Queen or Mr. Boss where even a little amused by any of the shit that was spewing out of this asshole’s mouth. Mr. Boss was tempted to give the pompous Duke a piece of his mind had it not been for the Queen gently holding him back and pacifying the intense atmosphere with her firm-yet-gentle words: “Now Eustace, please show some respect to our dear Charlie, he is a member of this family after all, Oh! A-aren’t you going to tell us about the suitor you picked out for our boy?” After about five seconds of pure unadulterated silence, Duke Eustace Dompler sighed and continued, barely restraining his resentment towards his nephew. “Luckily for you I picked out a suitor-ette who’s ever-so kindly willing to give you a chance.” said Eustace in a passive-aggressive tone as he stepped back from Charlie to gesture his hand toward the girl he presented to the group: “I introduce before this court Princess Mipnessa of the Enchanted Forest.” Princess Mipnessa curtsied with her own verbal introduction: “Pleasant Greetings, Queen Dolores and Prince Charles.” Charlie’s eyes widened when he noticed Mipnessa’s head-shape, her stubby appearance and her hair, all of a sudden a vague and fuzzy memory was coming back to him but he couldn’t exactly put his finger on it; “Charlie, are you okay sweetheart?” Queen Dolores gently snapped Charlie out of his trance as he started sweating bullets, blurting out: “Salutations, my Noble Maiden Fair!” Queen Dolores and Mipnessa giggled at Charlie’s presentation, assuming he was deliberately clowning around. “That’s my grandson, so spontaneous! You’re going to enjoy his company.” Eustace rolled his eyes at his awkward dork of a nephew. Charlie darted his eyes back and forth until he pulled out his Ocarina to show to Mipnessa. “Dunno if this is the right instrument for serenading but I’ve been playing this since I was a homunculi.” Charlie then performed the melody to “The Raked Hornpipe” which ended in applause from the rest, even Eustace was impressed.

~ Back in the sapphire waves below, Pim couldn’t get his mind off of Charlie, swimming in loop-de-loops humming a sweet melody before barrel-rolling into a bed of water hyacinths to stretch his stubby arms and tail, giggling and swooning over the mental image of that hunky yellow critter. He picked one of the hyacinths and started plucking one petal at a time, murmuring to himself “He loves me, he loves me not…” while the back of his mind was trying to spell out how he was forgetting one crucial thing, now what was it again? Glep picked some barnacles off a rock and crunched them in his mouth like popcorn while watching his twitter-pated bestie in amusement while Alan paced back and forth, agonizing over the hypothetical worst-case-scenario if the Royal Family retrieved Pim and found out about his antics since swimming away from home. When picking the last petal off the hyacinth, Pim squealed: “Oh, I knew it!!”, following by a giggling fit before rising out of the patch to triumphantly declare: “I gotta see him again- tonight!! Graham Nelly knows here he lives! I’ll swim up to his castle, then Glep will swim around to get his attention-” Alan cut Pim off to scold him with a concerned response: “Pim, you know it’s unhealthy to stay out of the water for too long, you’ll dehydrate! Besides, what if some hoard of blood thirsty fishmongers take you and turn you into a three course meal?!” Pim only stared at Alan in a daze before shaking his head, replying: “Oh Alan, not all land folk see us as food for slaughter.” Alan sighed, but not willing to give up trying to talk some sense in the headstrong-lovesick mercritter as a percussion beat in-tune was starting up: “Pim, listen to me: the mammalian world… it's a mess….besides, life under the sea is better than anything they got up there.”

Alan briefly cleared his throat before singing: “The seaweed is always greener in somebody else's lake! You dream about going up there~ but that is a big mistake.” He gestured his arm upward before making a shrugging pose and shaking his head before dramatically folding out his arms wide with a spin as Pim looked around, “Just look at the world around you right here on the ocean floor~” Just then little Swimming Meeps playfully circled around Pim as the pink mercritter giggled as Alan nodded off: “Such wonderful things around you! What more are you lookin' for?” The lobster started strutting across in a form of dance: “Under the sea~ under the seaaa~ darling it’s better-down where it’s wetter~ take it from meee!!” Glep chuckled at the silly little thought of crudely drawn versions of Pim and Alan, with the former literally taking the ocean away from the latter as he gasped for water. “Up on the shore they work all day~ Out in the sun they slave away~ while we devotin' full time to floatin' under the seaaaa!!” Alan’s song-and-dance caught the attention of other ocean dwellers and it proved to be so infectious that they all joined in, all of a sudden this subtle lecture cast out of genuine concern and worry was turning into an underwater dance party. Alan continued his theatrical editorial: “Down here all the fish are happy as off through the waves they roooll~ The fish on the land ain't happy-“ the tune got to Glep, as even he started singing along: “Eska-daya-zebawa-yo!”

“But fish in the bowl is lucky~ the rest have a worser fate! One day when the boss get hungry, guess who's gonna be on the plate?” Glep made a play-dead pose, stuffing a barnacle in his mouth to resemble a classic example of a roast pig. The crowd of fish and sea life obviously figured out that answer shouting in unison: “OH SHIT!”…not that it could break up the rowdy crowd’s jovial performance as everyone else continued backing up Alan’s number. As much as Pim disagreed with Alan’s view of the Land, he sure found it catchy! Pim twirled gracefully as fish swam around him, even tempting to sing along.

“Under the sea! Under the seaaa! No one can beat us, fry us or eat us~ in fricasseeeee!! We’re what the landfolks loves to cook, under the sea we’re off the hook! We got no troubles, life is the bubbles! Under the seaaaa!” A little chorus of singing meeps repeated back, “Under the sea!”

“Since life is sweet here, we got the beat here~ Naturally!! Even the sturgeon and the ray, they get the urge and start to play! We got the spirit, you got to hear it! Under the seaaaa!!” Some of the sea animals started contributing to Alan’s number with instruments, enriching the sound and building up to the inevitable climax as Alan pulled his conductor’s wand from some invisible pocket: “The newt, play the flute! The carp, play the harp! The plaice, play the bass! Now we’re soundin' sharp! The bass, play the brass! The chub, play the tub and the fluke, you’re the duke of soul!” A deep-voiced fluke agreed: “Oh, yeaaaaah!” Alan continued conducting the group while singing to Pim: “The ray sure can play, the ling's on the strings! The trout's rocking out! The catfish, she sings!” A literally half-fish half-cat harmonized with Pim much to Glep’s confusion. “The smelt and the sprat, they know where it's at and oh can that blowfish blow!” A brief instrumental breakdown ensued before Alan and Pim harmonized at the start of the big finish: “YEAAAAH UNDER THE SEA!!” “Under the seaaa~” “Under THE SEA!” “Under the seaaaa~!” “When the sardine begin the beguine it’s music to meeee!!!” “It’s music to meeee~” “What do they got? A lot of sand? We got a hot crustacean band! Each little clam here they know how to jam here~!”

The chorus began to help out Alan with wrapping up the number on a high note: “Under the seaaa!~ Each little slug here’s cuttin’ a rug here- Under the seaaaa!! Each little snail here knows how to wail here, that’s why it's hotter under the water! Pim, you’re in luck here-down in the muck, here!”

The band belted out one last: “UNDER THE SEAAAAA!!!”

Alan took a deep breath and regained his composure, not expecting to have let himself loose like that. “Well Pim, Whaddya say?…Pim?” As the band scattered, Alan looked around only to find Pim swam away again with Glep following suit. All that work and nothing to show for it! The exasperated crustacean rolled his eyes and snarked: “I swear, even if those two had their fins nailed to the floor, they’d still find a way to break free….”

Just when Alan was about to scuttle off to find his friends, an unexpected visitor snuck up behind him asking: “Alan, have you seen any sign of her?” Alan jumped as he nervously turned around to find Prince Damien, whose stoic exterior was used as a facade to hide the genuine concern and worry for his youngest sibling of which his stubborn father wrote off as nothing more than weakness. Alan was barely succeeding in masking his own anxiety, conflicted in confiding in arguably the least ferocious member of Pim’s family yet not wanting to reveal a clue to potentially lead to Pim to be unceremoniously dragged back home to be further mistreated. “No, but I’m trying my best, your majesty.” Alan started to feel grateful that Pim took off before anyone in his family could encounter him. “I’m gonna keep looking outside of the kingdom for her, I hope to Neptune he didn’t get scooped up by those fish eaters…” Alan just had a morbidly vivid vision of Pim screaming on a cutting board as a chef sharpened his knife. “I hope not either.” A deafening silence fell between the two, until Alan broke silence: “I’m going to keep looking for Pim.” Damien nodded in agreement, responding with: “I’ll look this way, you look over there.” before swimming off. When the coast was clear, Alan sighed in relief and scurried off.

During Alan’s showstopping song, Pim had realized too late he left his cloak on the island after taking it off to maneuver Charlie up on land. While retracing his steps and trying not to panic too badly, Pim remembered where he saw it last: laid out beneath a briefly waterlogged Charlie on the shore near those rocks….unfortunately there was no sign of the cloak as Pim’s anxiety gif to him as he burst into tears, bawling in despair: “My nanny woven that cloak! I’ve had it for so long and yet I’m such a careless idiot that I left it here!!” Glep comforted Pim best he could for a fish out of water, hugging the larger critter’s tail. Luckily good ol’ Graham Nelly cropped up and noticed the anguish of his younger cousin, asking: “Hey man, what’s with the blues?” Pim sniffled, replying with a wheeze: “I lost my cloak…I left it here when I rescued Chawlie.” Graham felt immense sympathy and patted Pim on the back, then he immediately remembered one crucial detail that was being ignored. “Eureka!” Graham proclaimed, Pim curiously asked while drying his eyes: “You know where it could be?” Graham confidently answered: “You know, I remember you using your cloak to hoist Charlie up and lying that salty kelp-critter burrito out on the shore…and when he took off I think he was wearing it-“ Pim’s face it up with a smile, hugging his cousin tightly. “That’s it! Oh thank you Graham Nelly, I love you!” The older cousin chuckled, “That’s not all, come follow me and I’ll take you to a shortcut to outside of his pad!”

Chapter 6 (Which I am typing out atm) Arrives In Two Weeks

[mousetoe-wc]

I Got bored one time awhile ago and made a list of every prefix plus some into organised sections so I thought I might as well share.

All the ones that aren’t cannon to warriors, yet at lest are bold

Describing names

Colours: red, russet, copper, golden, amber, yellow, green, blue, violet, pink, white, gray, black, ebony, dark, pale, silver, brown, tawny, fallow

Pattern, Texture + Size: spot/ted, dapple, speckle, freckle, brindle, patch, mottle, ragged, tangle, kink, bristle, fuzzy, curl/y, wooly, soft, sleek, little, tiny, small, slight, short, tall, long, big, heavy, crooked, broken, half, stumpy, shred, torn, jagged

Actions + Character: flip, pounce, bounce, jump, hop, crouch, down, low, drift, flail, strike, running, fidget, mumble, whistle, snap, sneeze, shiver/ing, shining, flutter, fallen, lost, rush, fleet, quick, shy, sweet, brave, loud, quiet, wild, hope, wish,

Other: claw, whisker, dead, odd, one, spike, fringe, echo, song, hallow, haven

Elements

Time + Weather: day, night, dusk, dawn, morning, sky, sun/ny, moon, storm, lightning, thunder, cloud/y, mist/y, fog, snow, blizzard, ice, frost, dew, drizzle, rain, clear, wind, breeze, gale, shadow, shade, bright, light,

Earth/Water/Fire names: stone, rock, boulder, slate, flint, pebble, gravel, sand/y, dust, mud/dy, meadow, hill, rubble, river, ripple, whorl, float, rapid, shimmer, lake, swamp, marsh, wave, wet, bubbling, splash, puddle, pool, creek, fire, flame, flicker, flash, blaze, scorch, ember, spark, ash, soot, cinder, smoke

Plants

Trees: alder, aspen, birch, beech, cedar, cypress, pine, elm, willow, oak, larch, maple, bay, rowan, timber, bark, log, wood, twig, acorn, cone, seed, spire

Berry/Nut/Fruit/Herb: juniper, elder, sloe, holly, yew, mistle, bramble, hickory, hazel, chestnut, nut, apple, cherry, cranberry, olive, pear, plum, peach, chive, mint, fennel, sage, basil, mallow, parsley

Flowers: aster, poppy, primrose, rose, bluebell, marigold, tansy, pansy, briar, cherry, daisy, dandelion, daffodil, tulip, violet, lily, myrtle, thrift, yarrow, heather, lavender, blossom, bloom, flower, petal

Other: leaf, frond, fern, bracken, sorrel, hay, rye, oat, wheat, cotton, reed, pod, cinnamon, milkweed, grass, clover, weed, stem, sedge, gorse, furze, flax, nettle, thistle, ivy, moss, lichen, bush, vine, root, thorn, prickle, nectar

Animals

Mammals: mouse, rat, mole, vole, shrew, squirrel, hedgehog, bat, rabbit, hare, ferret, weasel, stoat, mink, marten, otter, hog, wolf, hound, fox, vixen, badger, deer, doe, stag, fawn, sheep, cow, pig, lion, tiger, leopard, lynx, milk

Birds: robin, jay, cardinal, thrush, sparrow, swallow, shrike, starling, rook, swift, dove, pigeon, crow, raven, duck, goose, heron, wren, finch, swan, stork, quail, gull, lark, owl, eagle, hawk, kestrel, buzzard, kite, hoot, feather, bird, egg, talon

Fish, Reptiles + Amphibians: pike, perch, pollack, trout, tench, cod, carp, bass, bream, eel, minnow, fin, snake, adder, lizard, turtle, frog, toad, newt

Bug type Names: bug, lady or ladybug, moth, spider, ant, snail, slug, beetle, bee, wasp, dragon or dragonfly, bumble, worm, maggot, cricket, fly, midge, web, honey

Skyclan + Warriorclan: Bella, Billy, Big, Harry, Harvey, Snook, Ebony, Monkey

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[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Do you have any good crossover fics? I love them but so many hunger game crossovers are just mislabeled and it’s the other fandom in a hunger games setting

Hello Anon!

Below is a masterlist of crossover fics! Hopefully some are new to you! I'll add this topic to future masterlists! Happy reading!

Alibi-JennaGill (ao3) Summary: He's charming, nervous, and completely captivated. She's alluring, mysterious, and handy with weapons. Successful novelist Peeta Mellark provides an alibi for a beautiful stranger, rescuing him out of a writing slump—but he soon finds out that he may need rescuing from her! Modernish Everlark AU. Trigger Warning: very minor pet character death. Crossover fic with the movie Her Alibi. Binary Sunset-Abagail_Snow (ao3) Summary: Their love was destiny, and it will spark a rebellion across the entire galaxy. Jedi Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark resist temptations during the rise and fall of the Empire. Set in the Star Wars Universe. Do You Want To Build A Snowman?-titania522 (ao3) Summary: A Katniss x Prim holiday drabble featuring Everlark and the toastbabies, Sophia and Rye. Even after all these years, the memory of Katniss's sister still has the power to undo her. Eclipse-Abagail_Snow (ao3) Summary: There's only one thing standing between Katniss and Peeta. Her fire. Inspired by the book The Darkest Minds. Fireflies in the Dark-titania522 (ao3) Summary: Loosely based on the Max/Liesel storyline in The Book Thief. Set in a town near Munich, Germany during World War II, Peeta Mellark appears on the Everdeen's porch in the middle of the night. The family soon finds themselves harboring a Jew at a time when doing so is punishable by death. Despite the odds, Katniss will risk anything to keep him safe. Frost-Alliswell (ao3) Summary: In the kingdom of Panem, authoritarian King Coriolanus is coveting an Heir, everything changes when Jack Frost falls in love with a human girl from the small District Twelve, and tries to prove himself in order to become human permanently and win the heart of his beloved. Heretics-titania522 (ao3) Summary: "Attachments lead to loss. Loss leads to suffering. Suffering leads to fear. Fear is the path to the Dark Side." But in a universe where Jedi are hunted and Good struggles to exist, it is Katniss and Peeta's uncommon connection that makes them powerful...and wanted. Based loosely on Star Wars: The Force Awakens and Star Wars: The Extended Universe. I Don't Want to Wait-Abagail_Snow (ao3) Summary: Peeta Mellark has been in love with Katniss Everdeen, the girl across the creek, for as long as he can remember, but her heart seems to belong to Gale Hawthorne, her best friend since childhood. How can a guy compete? A Dawson's Creek crossover fic. In Every Generation-msdisdain (ao3) Summary: Katniss is the Chosen One, recently back from the dead. Her drunken Watcher, Haymitch, has pushed the Council one too many times and now he's been replaced with a familiar face--ex-Sunnydale resident Peeta Mellark. Will his childhood past with Katniss keep them from saving the world, one vamp at a time? Jurassic Games-lollercakes (ao3) Summary: Who thought un-extincting dinosaurs was a good idea? A semi-crossover with THG and Jurassic Park/World.

As always, if you have any questions, comments, or suggestions, please feel free to shoot me an ask!

[therangersrespite]

I forget to post stuff here, so enjoy whisk(e)y pics and quick thoughts

Catoctin Creek x Crooked Run Black Friday Stout Barrel Finished Barrel Select Rye Whiskey; a Beautiful dram I wish I had bought a second bottle of. Cocoa, coffee, aniseed fennel and cracked black pepper, and salted caramel.

Undisclosed rye whiskey from a secret distillery: I cannot wait for this to be available, I will be singing it's praises as soon as I can talk more about it. Caramelized buttered rye bread, caraway seed, aniseed, fennel, vanilla, oak bitter, and greenery.

[tradfolkpoll]

round 1 matchups

round 1 matchups are listed under the cut. since there are so many, i can't make a bracket chart right now; i'll probably make one once we're down to 64 songs and they can all comfortably fit on a chart in a font size that you don't have to strain to read

i've been working on the railroad vs wreck of the six wheeler

all the pretty little horses vs gallows pole

omie wise vs virgin mary

jelly jelly vs green grow the lilacs

stewball vs rising of the moon

lily of the west vs rose of aberdeen

there is balm in gilead vs john hardy

erie canal vs mi y'malel

sept ans sur mer vs skip to my lou

hob ich a por oksen vs feuilles-o

the e-ri-e vs roll the old chariot

the cuckoo vs samson and delilah

santiana vs wild mountain thyme

blind man lay beside the way vs wind and rain

el cañutero vs haul away joe

old blue vs lauterbach

rock island line vs rye whiskey

motherless child vs black is the colour of my trule love's hair

roving gambler vs turtle dove

jesse james vs oh miss i have a very fine farm

down by the riverside vs blackest crow

arkansas traveler vs hold the fort

streets of laredo vs one morning in may

liza up a 'simmon tree vs st james infirmary

sloop john b vs we shall overcome

the crawdad song vs the wagoner's lad

cotton eyed joe vs foreman monroe

wade in the water vs wild goose grasses

go tell it on the mountain vs careless love

i bought me a cat vs sea lion woman

jubilee vs froggie went a-courting

single girl, married girl vs the bailiff's daughter of islington

go down moses vs little joe the wrangler

the water is wide vs go tell aunt rhodie

storms are on the ocean vs come along john

frankie vs roll jordan roll

captain kidd vs midnight special

worried man blues vs the chickens they are crowing

joshua fit the battle of jericho vs jam on jerry's rocks

did you feed my cow vs trail of tears

jane jane vs colorado trail

take this hammer vs long lonesome road

dink's song vs molasses

five nights drunk vs pay day

make me a pallet on your floor vs cape cod girls

john the revelator vs all her answers were no

engine 143 vs every time i feel the spirit

diamond joe vs call of the moose

michael, row the boat ashore vs farther along

buffalo gals vs boston come-all-ye

wayfaring stranger vs undone in sorrow

the unquiet grave vs the moonshiner

the longest train i ever saw vs banks of the ohio

shenandoah vs this little light of mine

how can i keep from singing vs i ride an old paint

little black train vs this train is bound for glory

the riddle song vs railroad bill

grey goose vs goin' down the road feelin' bad

when first unto this country vs cripple creek

pretty saro vs song of the boatman

cotton mill girls vs wildwood flower

fatal flower garden vs cumberland gap

twelve gates to the city vs git along little dogies

sliding delta vs darby ram

when johnny comes marching home vs down in the willow garden

down by the bay vs darling corey

oh freedom vs old chisholm trail

another man done gone vs deep blue sea

john brown's body vs matty groves

wabash cannonball vs ell corrido de gregorio cortez

the wild wild berry vs

down to the river to pray vs casey jones

tom dooley vs la delgadina

the old soldier vs cindy

the e-ri-e vs poor working girl

avondale mine disaster vs sun will never go down

greenland whale fisheries vs the dodger song

way down the old plank road vs railroad boy

lost jimmie whalen vs shady grove

watercresses vs remon

stagolee vs clementine

pay me my money down vs la rancherita

bulbe vs young hunting

little brown bulls vs we shall not be moved

i never will marry vs the dying soldier to his shipmates

golden vanity vs scarborough fair

bury me not on the lone prairie vs ox driver's song

little moses vs didn't my lord deliver daniel

what shall we do with the baby-o vs twelve gates to the city

handsome molly vs cigarettes will spoil your life

whisky johnny vs pretty polly

when the stars begin to fall vs solidarity forever

in the pines vs bootlegger's story

buffalo skinners vs siss net alli daag luschdich leewe

hallelujah, i'm a bum vs ain't it a shame

silver dagger vs bring me a little water, silvie

i'll fly away vs evil hearted blues

las posadas vs no more auction block

the diggers' song vs sitting on top of the world

green grass grows all around vs big rock candy mountain

corrina, corrina vs columbus stockade blues

hold on vs wreck of the old 97

old joe clark vs soon be over

follow the drinking gourd vs de colores

peggy-o vs house carpenter

springfield mountain vs the foggy dew

come all ye fair and tender ladies vs don't let your deal go down

johnny has gone for a soldier vs steal away

railroadin' some vs jan jansen

love is pleasing vs the devil's nine questions

lonesome valley vs we shall be free

geordie vs when i first came to this land

red river valley vs leatherwing bat

scandalize my name vs boll weevil

you are my sunshine vs down in the valley

audubon zoo vs poor paddy works on the railway

on top of old smokey vs the cherry tree carol

three ravens vs schpinn, schpinn

she baked a hoecake vs see that my grave is kept clean

barbara allen vs take a whiff on me

polly vaughn vs skip to my lou

nine pound hammer vs the wild wild berry

no hiding place vs deep river blues

hares on the mountain vs der rebbe elimelech

john henry vs jenny jenkins

didn't old john cross the water vs bury me beneath the willow

skin and bones vs the fox

knoxville girl vs house of the rising sun

mary don't you weep vs going across the mountain