#songs about somebody else

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

actually 28 Days Later saying that no, survival of the fittest doesn't matter if you don't give everything you have to protect your people, and especially those seen as more vulnerable (i.e. women and children) in whatever way you can, survival is worth jack shit if that isn't your priority, is kind of profound

[mother-of-houseplants-2]

fiona gallagher // "oldest" by brooke alexx

[fromtheseventhhell]

Arya watched them die and did nothing. What good did it do you to be brave? One of the women picked for questioning had tried to be brave, but she had died screaming like all the rest. There were no brave people on that march, only scared and hungry ones. (Arya VI, ACOK)

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The night she was caught, the Lannister men had been nameless strangers with faces as alike as their nasal helms, but she'd come to know them all. You had to know who was lazy and who was cruel, who was smart and who was stupid. You had to learn that even though the one they called Shitmouth had the foulest tongue she'd ever heard, he'd give you an extra piece of bread if you asked, while jolly old Chiswyck and soft-spoken Raff would just give you the back of their hand. (Arya VI, ACOK)

Arya: *restrains herself from acting out when captured by the Mountain and his men because she knows fighting back/being brave wouldn't accomplish anything*

Arya: *takes note of the temperments of several Lannister guards so that she can learn how to navigate around their behavior*

Fandom: Arya is a feral idiot with no self-control uwu 🤗

[essektheylyss]

One of my favorite hobbies is opening the Genius annotations of lyrics I'm checking purely to roast the absolutely ATROCIOUS "analysis" some people throw up with full confidence on that site, oh my god.

[awildtei]

Thinking about the twinyards today (<- is always thinking about them)

Aaron @ Andrew:

And Andrew @ Aaron:

[pensiveant]

pretty sure this was meant like "brainchild that is pop and also paranoid" but i now live in a world where paranoid pop is a real genre like dream pop but scary

[lilyrizzy]

88!

baby, baby

cw: age play

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Water sloshes, splashing onto the cuffs of Daniel’s jumper even where he has the arms pushed up high past his elbows. Michael is going to kill him for what he’s doing to his knees, crouched by the bath, but it’s whatever.

It’s nice.

“Okay ba- Maxy,” he corrects, because it always feels too on the nose to call him “baby,” when he's soft like this. Not fucking sinister or anything, just- He doesn’t know if Max would like that, if maybe when they’re done playing, he would ask Daniel not to. That he’d tell Daniel it was weird. “Tilt your head back and shut your eyes. Tightly, so I don’t-“

So I don’t get water in them.

So I don’t hurt you.

He’s got to get Max’s hair wet somehow,  if he wants to wash it.

Max doesn’t look happy about the suggestion, looking up from where he’s been playing with his ducks.

Daniel brought them for him a few weeks ago. He’d been thinking about the smile that had been on Max’s face, so soft it was almost a secret, when he’d turned up at Daniel’s drivers room in Monaco. Clutched tightly in his two hands, like somebody might try to yank it from them, was a rubber duck, a metal ring protruding from its back.

“He is very cute, yes? Maybe they will let me keep this little guy,” he’d said, hopeful, but guarded. Like he thought Daniel might tell him he wasn’t allowed.

“We can smuggle him home, Maxy,” Daniel had promised, leaning in to kiss him.

Except that later, when Daniel had asked where the duck was, Max’s face fell further as he looked up from where he had been angrily eyeing his third place trophy, to instead just look- Upset.

“He is gone,” he said in a very small voice. “Of course, they tidied him away when they came to clean my room. I hope, at least, that they will put him back on the swimming pool with his friends.”

It was so Max, to worry about the loneliness of a plastic toy, yet to shrug and say in a flat monotone, ‘it was okay,’ whenever Daniel asked him if he had missed his mum growing up. Naturally, clumsily, and like always, Daniel tried to soothe that lifetime of separation with something stupid.

He brought Max a whole family of ducks.

He’d thought, maybe one, but then he remembered the way Max had said ‘with his friends,’ like the idea of a plastic rubber duck being on its own really hurt him, and had picked up a set. Two big ducks, two little ducks.

“Like mum, dad and babies,” Max had said, a unique mixture of shy and excited that comes when he’s- He’s like this. He’d run his fingertips over the smooth, almost fluorescent orange rubber of one of the beaks and whispered an even softer, “thank you, Daniel.”

Then he’d taken them to the bathroom and set them neatly and carefully on edge of the bath while Daniel watched, leaning against the door frame.

In the bath, they always race. The two baby ducks side by side, while mum and dad watch, sat on the rim of the tub. The grandstands, Daniel had jokingly called it the first time, crouched beside the bath just like now, and Max had looked delighted and suddenly it didn’t feel like something Daniel should joke about anymore.

He was still learning, but watching the way Max made sure each baby duck got a kiss from both mum and dad, no matter who won, made him feel like this at least was something he got right.

[e77y]

I only write poetry on the bus anymore

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

I'm watching Quarantine (2008) tonight and like despite the fact that I chose this movie I genuinely do not know if I will be able to make it through it

[laurzvahll]

sol/solkara…

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

openly weeping at the idea of someone genuinely hating soul punk.

[briankang]

thinking about how i need somebody/zombie/rose blossom are all sisters and the journey from “Is there anyone to answer me? // Is anyone there? [...] As I am keeping my silence // I’ve let everyone go // A siren rings in my head // I really don’t think this is right // As I am keeping my silence//I’ve let everyone go // Oh now I got to do something [...] I’m all alone, I need someone // I need someone right now” to “Today's a present that I don't want // So I'm wonderin' in this world // Am I really the only one // Who's been wantin' to hide out // From the sun and run? [...] This meaningless life // Wanting something I can't see // And something I can't reach // Or something that could not exist [...] So tomorrow I know I'll be just the same // You'll see me wishin' to stop and close my eyes” to “’I didn’t want any of this’ I can say // I can hate but nothing will change // Looking back now // I see the me with eyes forward // Standing strong getting by moment to moment // Didn’t think much just believed in me [...] But no I’ll never back down // I’ll never be defeated // I’ve been getting through worse // I’ve been through the wringer [...] It’s a song for you and I // Say that we’re alive // Celebrate it now” and it being this path of feeling so isolated and alone and wondering why this is happening to you to accepting that feeling but knowing you need to continue on, even as hollow as it feels because everything feels hollow and meaningless to eventually breaking through and healing because you never gave up and you have people with you now to support and love you and you can finally enjoy and revel in it and be proud of how far you’ve come and what a perfect encapsulation it is of growing up and living and dealing with that sort of thing your entire life and how hard it is but eventually you can make it, even if you still struggle with it

[sunburstsandmoonshadows]

listening to an avett brothers album and wow shame is an extremely gerard song to me

like, here's the last half of it:

I felt so sure of everything My love to you so well received And I just strutted 'round your town Knowing I didn't let you down

The truth be known, the truth be told My heart was always fairly cold Posing to be as warm as yours My way of getting in your world

But now I'm out and I've had time To look around and think And sink into another world That's filled with guilt and overwhelming

Shame, boatloads of shame Day after day, more of the same Blame, please lift it off Please take it off, please make it stop

And everyone they have a heart And when they break and fall apart They need somebody's helping hand

I used to say just let 'em fall It wouldn't bother me at all I couldn't help then, now I can

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

the thing about zombie movies is that they are so quintessentially early 2000s or perhaps late 90s. if you make a zombie movie these days it doesn't work unless it remains, somehow, quintessentially early aughts