#song: rainy days

[libraryofzeglyth]

tiktok by vrubyjn | posted Aug 11, 2023

[rowenarium]

"you can connect any song to a blorbo" is a lovely sentiment, but have you considered: "you can connect any song to a version of yourself?"

[wedarkacademia]

"She's my kind of rain. Like love in a drunken sky. She's confetti falling down all night."

- Tim McGraw, She's My Kind of Rain

[werentloyaltome]

paint it over.

[butter-aim-is-getting-better]

Rainy Day Woman

Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4

The title has nothing to do with this (yet??? 👀) It was just the song I was listening to. This is my first fic so any and all advice appreciated!! Stan Pines occupies my mind an unhealthy amount.

Young!Stan Pines x GN! Reader 

SFW! Just an intro really

WC: 1,518

You had recently moved to gravity falls. Well, moved is a strong word, more of a new place to live out of your car before the locals start to be so rude that you are driven out by the side eyes and passing comments. Which bothered you way more than they should.

Unfortunately, this town seemed just like the rest, maybe even worse given how small it was. Anytime you walked down main street or into greasy's diner people looked intrigued. It was obvious this town didn't get a lot of new visitors, or at least new visitors that stuck around. 

On the inside you felt it really wouldn’t be too bad to stay here. Maybe the locals would warm up to you over time? Small towns always made you enjoy the simple things in life more, big cities just depressed you. However you hardly had the money to keep up your car, so the thought of an apartment was out of the question. 

Quicker than you realized you were running low on cash, and as much as you wanted to just move on to the next town, you couldn’t exactly do that if your car runs out of gas. You began to try and find a way to make quick cash, but the town did not have a lot of options. The stores that were operating had all the staff they needed, and didn’t seem very willing to hire you over the townsfolk which they had known all their lives. 

The more you asked around the more you kept hearing about the mystery shack, one of the few places in gravity falls you had not been yet. It didn’t help that you never heard much good from the townsfolk about it. “Yeah it used to be called the murderhut” one man told you. A woman once told you that place was the reason for her left eye not opening anymore? You weren’t even sure how that could happen, but you figured it would be best to not ask too many questions. 

You heard the man who ran it was a conman but also a scientist? It sounded like the mad scientist ruse was just his latest con to you. As someone who townhopped you had gotten pretty used to making up stories to people you needed something from. Or ones who asked you too many questions, but you wouldn't call yourself a conman by any means. However, you thought the mystery shack  was at least worth a shot, the man sounded like quite the recluse so maybe you being new here wouldn’t bother him. 

Pulling up to the newly renamed mystery shack, it really did seem like a conman's scheme. The place itself looked quite neglected, and the 1960s car parked by it made it almost seem like a building lost to time. The more you looked the less you wanted to go in, much less ask if the man was hiring. Even if he was, he sounded like the type to pay his workers in spare change. 

You regrettably walked in, and were immediately greeted by a caricature of the conman you had heard so much about. 

“Hey there, don’t ya want a tour of the greatest attractions gravity falls has to offer? However, if ya wanna just buy our junk-I mean our handcrafted merchandise, i recommend everything in the store!” His booming raspy voice filled the room, with a fake beaming smile he looked at you waiting for a reaction, and your money. 

“I actually wanted to ask if you are hiring?” You shrugged and half smiled, you felt your chances were so abysmal you didn’t even want to ask. 

“Listen kid, the place isn’t exactly booming right now, I mean what would your job even be?” He laughed 

You looked around the gift shop, you could be a cashier, but you also felt you should see the whole attraction before you answered. Maybe as he gave you a tour you could warm him up to the idea of hiring you. That is if your were able to fake being in awe and amazed at whatever this place had to offer.

“I think I’ll need a tour before I can tell you how much you need my help.” You said beaming a hopefully convincing smile.

“Hah, how much I need your help? Weren’t you just beggin’ for my money? But hey, gotta spend money to make money, tour’s $15.” He beamed that same cheesy smile, but seemed genuinely excited to give you a tour. Or maybe he was just excited that you were giving him money.  

You rolled your eyes and handed over what was almost the last of your cash, and followed him through the mystery shack. Many of the attractions were soppily glued or stapled together, but you couldn’t deny the man's creativity. You did smirk at the way all the attractions managed to be a play on words, sascrotch? Thigh clops? The invisible man, which was just a dusty empty corner? That one actually made you laugh. In a way you did love the silliness of it all, and how he tried to be so convincing that these things were true wonders of gravity falls. While you weren’t amazed you would say he definitely brightened your day a little bit with his comical performance. The more he talked the more you thought about how it would be nice to work with him. To get to know the real him, not just the mad scientist/con-man caricature he had built.

By the end of the tour you were back at the gift shop, and you were somehow still at a loss for how you could convince this man to give you a job here. It did seem to be one of the more entertaining options the town had to offer, both in location and the man himself.

You figured you could just compliment how great of a job he was doing, and hope the attention would convince him to keep you around. “Honestly, you seem like you're doing a great job running the place, the play on words for all the attractions is more clever than what I could come up with. But I think you might need a cashier. Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone in here while you're giving tours? Wouldn’t want any of the merchandise to go missing.” You sounded much less convincing than you hoped, but maybe you were just overthinking it?

“I’m not sure I'm looking to pay someone just to stand at a cash drawer kid” he scoffed “and why should I help you out huh?”

Well, he wasn’t impressed and seemed to know what you were up to. In fact the attempt to compliment him just had the opposite effect, he seemed more closed off now. You really didn’t have a reason he should hire you. The old ‘good honest worker’ answer clearly wouldn’t be enough. and you were not a good enough liar to come up with a reason that would convince a conman. You just stared at him blankly for a moment, scanning him and the surroundings, hoping something around you would give you an answer to his question. You didn’t think brutal honesty would help, but you really didn’t have another option. You definitely couldn't out-lie this man. 

“Listen-what’s your name actually? Kinda skipped over the whole introduction process here” 

“Many call me the man of mystery when I'm running the mystery shack, but it's Stan.” He joked. 

‘Well at least he isn’t still standoffish’ you thought. 

“Ok, Stan, the truth is I just need enough cash to get out of this town and onto my next middle-of-nowhere town. As cozy as nights in my car are here in gravity falls, I'm getting tired of the side eyes and whispers of the townsfolk. I don’t think they care for new residents here.”

His expression seemed to soften as you went on, and you honestly couldn’t believe this was working. Was this really working?

“Alight kid, how about this, I can give ya a place to sleep if you help out around the shack. And hey, if ya do good enough job, maybe I can start payin ya”

You paused for a moment, a bed did sound nice, and so did a room to put all your junk in, your car was quite a mess. The thought of having a space to at least somewhat call you own was one you had not let yourself imagine in some time. His offer and small bit of kindness reminded you how long it had been since you had a friend too. 

“I’ll take that deal” You said after a pause that you hoped wasn’t too long, and extended your hand. He firmly shook your hand and laughed. 

“Well I think you're in need of another tour now, on the house for now. Come on into the living quarters of the mystery shack!” 

He winked and let you through a door labeled ‘employees only’ which led to a part of the shack that looked surprisingly homey.

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[kindahoping4forever]

AshtonIrwin: Have you ever seen a professional musician in the studio? 😂 “THANK YOU CLEVELAND!!!”

[cassinova24]

The whole Resident Evil fandom acts like every time Leon appears, it’s a different guy, so what if we just make a spin-off called “Leon Kennedy: Into the Kennedy Verse”

[darkacademiaarchivist]

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tweet by thvdiaries | posted Aug 24, 2023

[lunarwildrose]

🎼 Music Game 🎶

I’m interested in seeing what my musically inclined friends and family come up with on this one! 🎼🎶

OK music lovers — here are the rules:

Answer each category with a SONG. No repeats and don’t use the internet (it's tempting but try not to).

Go with the first song that comes to mind, and change the answers to your own (can’t steal mine).

Be sure to put it on YOUR page, not mine.

Place – "Vienna" by Billy Joel Animal – "The Crow and the Butterfly" by Shinedown Number – "1999" by Prince Color – "Misty Blue" by BUCK-TICK A Girl’s Name – "Absolutely Sweet Marie" by Bob Dylan A Boy’s Name – "Danny" by Tiffany Day of the week – "Friday I'm in Love" by The Cure Weather – "Rainy Day Man" by Makoto Kino aka Sailor Jupiter

I nabbed this from my surrogate sis, Karen 💜

[shivunin]

14 / 38 / 48 for the Florence asks! ✨

Oooh, thank you so much! I will answer one here and do the other(s) in separate posts c: This gave me a push to finally finish fleshing out an idea that's been sitting for over a year, so double thank you for that! 💗

(Florence + the Machine Writing Prompts)

Hold Me Down

Summary: In the aftermath of Here Lies the Abyss, Cullen finds the Inquisitor alone at the edge of the camp.

(Elowen Lavellan/Cullen | 1,206 Words | CW: Blood, descriptions of shock/panic attack)

“Hold me down, I'm so tired now Aim your arrow at the sky Take me down, I'm too tired now Leave me where I lie.” —Florence + the Machine, “Sky Full of Song”

“—foremost priority should be seeking out and destroying any remaining demons who might have escaped the battle,” Cullen was saying to a scout as they walked, “take a group and scour the fortress for any signs, and then relay the information to Commander Rylen. He’s kept a troop in reserve for cleanup duty.”

“Yes, Commander,” the scout said, peeling off. Cullen paused as he saw an odd shape tucked between two tents and a stack of crates. 

He knew the shape of that staff. 

“Inquisitor?” he called, peering over the stack of crates. The shape shifted, turned slightly, and lifted its head. 

Behind the cowl, her face was still spattered with blood; it was almost enough to obscure the pale lines of her vallaslin entirely, and what the blood didn’t smear was peppered with ash and dust. Her hands were set on her lap, just as filthy as her face, half-curled and limp. And her eyes…

“Lavellan?” he said, and she blinked, blood-clogged eyelashes sticking for a moment to her cheek. Her eyes did not come into focus. 

Ah—he’d seen this before. 

Cullen sidestepped the crates and crouched several inches away, leaving her room on the other side to get away from him if necessary. 

“Can you hear me, Inquisitor?” he murmured quietly, and her bitten lips cracked open. 

“I am fine.”

“That isn’t what I asked,” he said quietly, glancing over his shoulder when he heard movement in the camp. Just a pair of sentries wandering past. He returned his attention to the Inquisitor, whose attention remained fixed somewhere over Cullen’s left shoulder. 

“Can you hear me?” he asked. “Do you know what I am saying?”

There was a long pause. He noted the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way her blood-soaked hands trembled in her lap. 

“...yes,” she said at last, her voice faint and flat. 

“What do you hear?” 

A soft gasp and her hands twitched in her lap. 

“You.” 

“And what else?” 

She was still breathing too quickly. Cullen eased himself down until he was kneeling between her and the rest of the camp. If nothing else, he could shield her from their speculation. A meager enough offering, but it was one he would give her without hesitation.

“The…the tents in the wind.”

“And?” 

“Metal on stone. People talking.”

“Good. What do you see?”

A frown collected between her brows and she slowly glanced at him to frown. That was good, too. 

“Sand. Tents. The stars.”

“And?” 

“Why?”

“Answer the question.”

She sighed, but her breath had slowed slightly. 

“The crates. My…my hands,” her voice shook on the last word. “You.”

“Alright,” he paused, “Are you with me?”

“Yes, I…yes,” she moved to set her face in her hands and flinched when she saw them clearly. “I—it was…The Fade was…”

“We needn’t discuss it,” Cullen murmured, shifting onto his knees to tug the tail end of his cloak loose. “You don’t have to say anything now. May I see your hand?”

Lavellan extended one hand silently and Cullen pulled the cork from his waterskin to wet the crimson fabric of his cloak. He could not properly clean her skin here; he hadn’t carried soap with him, and the cloth of the cloak was not especially absorbent. Maker, he was covered in his fair share of grime after the battle. Even so, he could get the worst of the blood off. He knew all too well what it meant to have to deal with such aftereffects of a fight. 

To be confronted with the concrete proof of what had happened. 

Her hands shook in his grip, and they were cold even through the barrier of leather. Cullen pressed his lips together, trying to decide if he ought to offer his gloves. Would she take them from him? He could not guess either way. 

“Is that any better?” he asked when he was done. Lavellan took her hand from him and peered at it in the flickering torchlight of the camp, curling and uncurling her fingers. 

“Yes, I—thank you,” she said. She lifted the other hand slightly and froze with it there, hung halfway into the air. Cullen carefully reached out to take it, selecting a different section of fabric to clean the skin with. 

Someone ought to be helping her properly. Someone needed to make sure she found a bath, food, somewhere soft to lay her head. After all he had seen of her, all he knew she had done, Cullen knew better than to think she was fragile. Even so—it tugged at him, to see her so shattered now. 

“It had so many legs,” she whispered hoarsely after a moment. “Too many. I—I couldn’t—I should have—”

Her voice broke at the end, and when the Commander glanced at her he saw that tears had begun to clear some of the muck from her cheeks in clear, straight lines. They dripped from her cheeks black and red-brown, leaving tiny, damp circles on her coat. 

“You’re here now,” he told her, holding her hand for a moment longer than necessary once it was clean. “You aren’t there anymore. It is done.”

“I let him die,” she said quietly, searching his eyes. “I—I told him to stay behind. It’s my fault. And the Divine—it’s my fault, Commander. All of it is.”

Cullen waited for her to continue, but she didn’t go on. She bit her lip again, staring at him. Ah—but what could he say to her now? There was nothing to be done about one’s past mistakes. He knew better than most what it meant to live with regret at one’s back. What to say? All he had was the words he gave his own soldiers when they’d made a mistake, and the words seemed ill-fitting here.  

“Whatever has happened,” he told her, “I’ve no doubt that you made the best decision you could with the resources available to you.”

Lavellan withdrew her hand. Cullen let it go without protest. 

“I…” slowly, the Inquisitor pulled her cowl down and away from her face. She ran her hands over the relatively clean plait beneath. “Thank you.”

It was recognition, but a dismissal as well. Not “thank you for thinking so,” but “please go away.”

Cullen tucked the soiled end of the cloak away and stood, careful not to move too close. 

“If there is anything you need, Inquisitor,” he said softly. “Please—do not hesitate to ask.”

Lavellan inclined her head, but she’d turned away to stare out at the vastness of the dunes and stars beyond. Cullen exhaled slowly and moved to step around the crates. He halted when she spoke again. 

“Cullen?” Elowen said; not Commander, for once, but his name. He turned to look at her and found her eyes, full of tears but clear and focused on his. “Thank you. Really.”

 “Of course,” he said, and cleared his throat. “It was…my honor.” 

Her eyes slipped away again, but her hands were clasped softly in her lap. Cullen straightened, gathered himself, and strode back into the camp beyond.

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

Berlin Street with Cabs in Rain – Lesser Ury // ceilings – Lizzy McAlpine

[nerdieforpedro]

Music Shuffle Poll Game

I was tagged by @magpiepills and @maggiemayhemnj I think. 🤔

Shuffle your Spotify and have people vote on the song the like based on this question:

My shuffle did not have to inform me how often I listen to Hozier. I know. 👀 🤣🤣🤣

I choose you to tell me your songs! @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @soft-persephone @saturn-rings-writes @inept-the-magnificent

@doscharolastras @tinytinymenace @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @schnarfer @connectioneverywhere

@sin-djarin @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

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