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peacesmith · 4 months ago

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i’m sorry but don’t ask me about danny elfman because i will explode with excitement

#thursday my band director asked us about danny elfman and i didn’t raise my hand because i would start rambling #but he fucking CALLED on me #and i like stared at him with wide eyes and GEEKED out #it was only because we watched a video about some percussion ensemble he composed and told us he did the nightmare before christmas soundtr #soundtrack #and i was like ‘YEAH but he also did spider-man 1 & 2—‘#i love danny elfman #im speaking

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angelmotifs · 10 months ago

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tom hiddelstons rent was due btw

#real mentally unwell people arent listening to phoebe bridgers they're listening to The Frigate That Flies - From 'The Pirate Fairy'/Soundtr

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reputayswift · 2 years ago

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TBOSAS (movie) looks good actually

#you know what I’m gonna say. taylor on the soundtr—#tays takes

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weevilwizard · 7 months ago

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HOP ALONG IS FROM PHILLY!? i need to research my favorite bands more

#i feel so stupid i love them they’re from here?!?! rely on me to find this thru reading frances quinlans spotify page off the isttg soundtr #ack

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gallaghersgal · 2 months ago

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DAY THIRTEEN → hot coco / baking, sydney adamu

TAGS & WARNINGS → all fluff! fem!reader, idiots to lovers lowkey, also neighbors to lovers. (slightly) late entry for bearblr promptober!

WC → 872

you knock on your neighbor’s door, prepared for your… girls night. you’d hoped it was a date, but for some reason you’d blurted out, ‘oh, like a girls night in!’ when syd proposed the idea. you’ve been kicking yourself since. you’d suggested the two of you use tonight as an excuse to put on a nice outfit, go out of your way to make that kind of effort when your busy schedules barely allow it.

she opens the door with a grin, her lips lined in deep brown and accentuated by a soft pink gloss. she wears a dark patterned sweater with a black skirt and tights, paired with shiny black boots, a silk scarf over her hair, and small gold hoops in her ears.

“ugh, you look amazing!” you say, stepping inside and setting your share of ingredients down on her counter. when your hands are free you turn around to hug her, a polite embrace you wish would last longer. when you hold each other at arm’s length you point out, “i can’t believe you’re copying me!”

sydney’s gaze drifts over your red turtleneck, black skirt and tights. you wear white mary janes to match your white eyeliner and large daisy earrings. “please, you look so good like- stop! get out of my kitchen,” she teases, shoving you lightly before an awkward look washes over her. “fuck, sorry that was-“

you shake your head and laugh it off. sydney’s awkward bits and idiosyncrasies made her special to you. they made her the girl you were falling wholly, hopelessly, head over heels for.

you fall into easy conversation, browsing the pages of sydney’s recipe books. she preps the dough for croissants, the perfect pairing for the french hot chocolate sydney overheard you raving about. she’d offered to make it for you, and after the whole date vs. girls night fiasco—which neither of you had discussed, but both seemed to notice the error—you felt bad, offering to bring ingredients for croissants to pair with the drink.

after prepping the dough, sydney passes it to you to roll out while she gets to work on the hot chocolate. you roll it out, then fold it over just like sydney’s shown you before. with careful hands you roll the dough into two large croissants, situating them on the pan and placing them in the hot oven.

turning towards the living room, your eyes take in the space for the first time tonight. the coffee table is cleared off, a fall centerpiece is in the middle, and small candles light the area. despite being an electric replica, seeing as the mantle was decorative and had no chimney, her fireplace brings a glow and warmth into the room.

“can i put on some music? i’ve always wanted to use your record player!” you ask, gesturing into the room. truthfully you want a better look at her decor.

“yeah of course,” she tells you. “my record basket’s under the desk.”

you kneel by the wicker basket, glancing over at sydney’s concentrated face as she slowly heats chocolate over the stove. she’s so beautiful, you think.

you thumb through rows of old school soul records until a stevie wonder greatest hits collection sticks out. you place the record down and drop the needle with a grin.

sydney looks up at you, the two braids she pulled in front of her silk scarf now hang in front of her eyes, but she’s smiling nonetheless. she nods your way as the first notes of for once in my life play. “great choice!”

you return to her side, “you have great taste. seriously, sam cooke? aretha franklin? that’s a little before our time.”

sydney’s eyes never leave the chocolate, stirring it into thickness after adding the ingredients. “uh- yeah! it’s just all, like, stuff my dad listens to. we’re pretty close, so.” she moves the pot off the stove, pouring the dark chocolate mixture over a bit of milk in two white teacups. “pretty sure if you look a little further though, theres a vinyl for uh… the ratatouille soundtrack?”

you laugh, watching her make an embarrassed face as she grabs something from the fridge. “you’re serious,” you ask.

“yeah, i was like fifteen and just got my first record player,” sydney tells you as she grabs two spoons from her drawer and pries the top off the container. homemade whipped cream.

“syd, this is-” you whisper, cutting yourself off. you dip your spoon into the whipped cream, then turn it upside down over your cup. it falls into the dark liquid, melting at the sides from the heat. you take a sip immediately, not minding the warmth that spreads through your chest. “oh my god. this is amazing.”

she takes a sip for herself, whipped cream getting stuck on her upper lip. “you have a little-“ you gesture toward her face, and her eyes go a little wide. nervously, she looks around for a napkin, but your hands on her cheeks stop her. “i’m going to kiss you,” you tell her quietly.

sydney only nods, then your lips are on hers. she tastes like chocolate and peppermint, with a hint of the whipped cream you’ve cleaned off with your kiss.

div. © saradika (x).

#bearblrpromptober #sydney adamu x reader #sydney adamu fluff #sydney adamu x you #sydney adamu x reader fluff #the bear x reader #sydney adamu #maggie’s musings [blurbs]#❀ maggie’s promptober

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copiousloverofcopia · 8 months ago

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Ghost - Absolution (Rite Here Rite Now - Original Motion Picture Soundtr...