#song: total eclipse of the heart

[gleesongtournament]

[cryscendo]

kurt hummel in every performance

1x17 - Bad Reputation

Total Eclipse of the Heart - Rachel Berry + Jesse St. James, Finn Hudson, and Noah Puckerman

[we-are-not-afraid-92]

see I thought everyone was kind of exaggerating when they said “total eclipse was originally written for a nosferatu musical” and now here I am looking it up online and learning yes indeed it was and tearing up being like “it’s actually ellen and orlok’s song 🥲🥲”

[broons]

tmbg enjoyers reblog this post with a song(s) you want a tmbg cover of. any song. no matter how unlikely or far-fetched. give me your wildest visions.

[uglyseasonmp3]

🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊

[thefaultinourchickennuggets]

yes I knew this because Total Eclipse of the Heart is an insane song

fucking rips tho

[devondespresso]

steve harrington has such keen hearing because he's spent hours upon hours trying to figure out what the lyrics are to any and every of his favorite songs so he can sing along

[byler-alarmist]

Random thought- the two songs sung in ST3, "Total Eclipse of the Heart" and "Neverending Story", both feature "turn around" in their lyrics.

May not mean anything, but I thought it was neat!

[so-very-small]

some may say that the terrifying, monstrous giant in the woods would never fall in love with someone like me, but through the power of ABBA music I believe anything is possible

[davinverlac]

"Can you hear the crowd? They all go wild. For you and your denial."

A pele de Davin estava pegajosa após uma longa sessão de treino. Já havia recuperado seu fôlego e caminhava na direção do chalé de Afrodite, louco para tomar um banho e colocar roupas que não cheirassem a suor. Seu coração deu um pulo no peito ao ouvir a voz de Quíron através dos alto falantes espalhados por todo o acampamento. O que seria que tinha acontecido dessa vez? Pelos deuses, que não fosse outra morte. Nenhuma notícia boa vinha após um “Atenção, semideuses!” do centauro.

Seus punhos estavam cerrados, tensão correndo por todo o seu corpo enquanto esperava pelo pronunciamento. “Uma pessoa trazida com provas irrefutáveis.” Parecia algo bem definitivo. Será que finalmente teriam encontrado o culpado pelas últimas tragédias? A sensação era de que enfim podia respirar, aliviado em não precisar mais suspeitar de tudo ou de todos. Toda a situação o lembrava muito da época da guerra contra Cronos e a reação dos campistas diante da existência de um traidor em seu meio. Não era um ambiente nem um pouco saudável.

O segundo anúncio, porém, fez com que o chão desaparecesse sob seus pés. Porque Quíron estava dizendo que Christie agora comandava o chalé dez? Havia algo acontecido com Maxime? Teriam tido mais uma morte, afinal? Ou estaria o irmão apenas incapacitado no momento?

Não. Não era o caso.

Mas aquilo não podia ser verdade.

Maxime? O traidor? Não. Não fazia nem sentido.

Maxime e Davin haviam chegado  no acampamento no mesmo ano, ele conhecia o irmão como a palma da própria mão. Ele jamais seria o traidor. Era um dos irmãozinhos de Davin. Inocente. Não era possível. Quíron tinha pegado a pessoa errada.

Davin marchava com passos largos e duros em direção à Casa Grande, determinado a tirar essa história a limpo. Seu irmão era inocente, tinha certeza disso. O verdadeiro traidor estava tentando o incriminar, isso era óbvio. Maxime era inocente.

Em seu trajeto, sentia o olhar dos outros campistas o acompanhando. Era o caso Silena Beauregard outra vez. Estariam semideuses destinados a repetir a história? Os olhares furtivos e repletos de ódio fazem seu estômago embrulhar. Agora, todos os filhos da deusa do amor estavam sob suspeita do acampamento inteiro. Não era justo, principalmente quando Maxime não era o traidor.

Enquanto caminhava, foi obtendo mais informações. A que mais chamou sua atenção é claro, foi o envolvimento de uma certa filha de Fobos. Não podia mais evitar. Precisava ter uma conversa com Bishop. E daria um jeito de arrancar dela o que quer que a fizera acreditar que Maxime pudesse ser o traidor que tanto procuravam.

mencionados: @maximeloi @christiebae @apavorantes

[wayward-sherlock]

people that sing “once upon a time i was falling in love but now i’m only falling apart” at the top of your lungs: are you ok.

[valen-dreth]

my pics of the eclipse are NOT good but i was there in the LAST town in the states to see it and i saw it :]

[tittyinfinity]

I found the 90s anti-bullying video that I posted about earlier. We were shown this video every year in elementary school

Like what's the anti-bullying message supposed to be.

[queer-royaltea]

Since Total Eclipse of the Heart is entering the World Tour chapters I picked songs to go with the characters

Poppy

Branch

Creek

Barb

Gary

John Dory

[void-botanist]

Thade Adventures: Parkour

OCs: Thade Orech-Pabat, Caladea Ores-Pabat, and Pirianus Orech-Pabat

Words: 500

Content warnings: heights, getting kinda made fun of in front of your crush

Taglist: @vacantgodling

“Do you think it’s possible to parkour all the way down to the ground floor from here?” Thade said, leaning against the railing at the edge of the open space that cut all the way down to said ground floor.

“Maybe,” Caladea said, barely looking up from her phone.

He grinned.  “You think I should try?”

She looked up for real.  “No, you can’t parkour.”

“I can totally parkour,” he said, pushing himself up on his arms so that his hips rested against the top of the railing.  He brought one sandaled foot up between his hands—he wasn’t going to go further than crouching on the rail, because he couldn’t parkour, but his foot slipped out from under him and his arms betrayed him and he found himself bent double over the railing, clinging to the slats, his feet barely skimming the carpet.  The fourth floor suddenly looked very high up.  

“Okay, I take it back,” he said.  “Can you help me?”  If he’d been with anyone but Caladea, they probably would have left him there to think about his actions for a while, but she came over right away to haul him back up by his pants waistband.  Which would have worked if he hadn’t chosen this moment to be wearing sweatpants.  Instead of helping, she just pulled down his pants, and he suspected also his boxer briefs.

“Oh no, I’m sorry,” she said like it was an accident, but she was also giggling.  

“Callie, you better not be filming this.”

“I’m not.”  Giggle giggle.  She must be, because she certainly wasn’t helping him.  He kicked his legs a little bit and felt a cold rush of fear as he shifted forward on the rail.  Well, this was fine.  He could just work his way back up the slats with his hands, and he would eventually slide back onto the floor.  It wouldn’t be easy, but it would be faster.  He’d hardly started when he felt familiar rough-edged hands on his hips and he was ungraciously pulled back upright.  As his blood stopped pooling in his head, he beheld Pirianus standing there, frowning as always.  That is, until Caladea showed him something on her phone, and he cracked a tiny blue-edged smile.

“Thanks,” Thade said with zero gratitude, pulling up his stupid sweatpants.  Before he could escape these two chucklefucks, though, Caladea turned her phone on him, and he was met with a photo of himself stranded over the rail, his panicked face looking through the slats, and his hairy asscrack surrounded by ironic hearts and sparkles.  Across the top was the word PARKOUR flanked with party poppers and flames.

“Great, thank you,” he said with a fake smile.  It should have been funny.  He should have been laughing—he could take a joke at his expense any day of the week—but instead he felt his cheeks burning.  “I’ll get that put on my calling cards.”  

He didn’t look at her or Pirianus as he walked away.

[dodinaslesavage]

DORO - Total Eclipse of the Heart (feat. Rob Halford)(2023)