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From Eden
(This. Would. Not. Go. Away. I had this pop up in my head while on a bus and then it kept bugging me until I wrote it so here it is.
It is a very weird fanfic I feel but it's for us Master fans and we're weird and they're weird so makes sense. It is not for one Master in particular; it is for the seven most notable ones, as noted in the notes. I apologize if you wanted more of one particular Master, I do want to make proper ones later but this needed to be the whole group of them.
This whole thing is set to "From Eden" by Hoizer, specifically the Mahogany Session version; I recommend listening to that song while reading this
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: The Master (Delgado, Crispy, Ainley, Jacobi/War, Simm, Missy, Dhawan), Reader (Time Lord)
Pairing: Master x Reader
Genre: Romance
Summary: It's a dance, through time, through space, through victories and through defeats. There is so few constants in the universe but you are his.)
It started at one.
He smiled at you in that charming, hypnotic way of his and you felt as if you could trust him to the ends of the universe. You knew deep in your bones that you would and as he offered his hand to you, you took it without a second of hesitation. Those burning eyes of his were upon you and only you; the music played around you and the Tardis hummed along but he seemed only interested in you.
You were his companion, the one and only. There were many for that other bleeding heart, the one who stood against him, the one who kept getting in the way, but you were a singular point and impossible to imitate, if your favorite danger was to be believed. You'd met him more than once, both monster and savior, and you found the man with the suave way of trying to bring upon domination far more interesting.
His smile, his voice, the way he held your hands in his as he danced with you, feeling his touch despite his gloves; his movements were playful but in every step graceful and calculated. There was control to it, to everything he did, and you could not help but trust him to take control, to be in command. Though you knew that the end result could only be trouble. At least you'd face it together.
It went to two.
He was broken, burnt, hurting. And there was a desperation that oozed from each and every pore of a dying body. Regeneration, revenge, survival, destruction, you understood and you followed along still.
But even death had time for a dance. His movements were far more sluggish and stiff, a body that could not move as well, as fast, as easily. But you saw still in his eyes the soul of the man you loved, the spirit of one who could not, would not, be held back by anything, not by imprisonment, not by defeat and surely not by something by as silly and unimportant as death.
The world around you was silent and hurting but you knew all the best ways to make music nevertheless. Though neither of you truly needed it when you were the ones doing it; his body might not be willing to do much but you didn't for a second doubt that he could handle any of this. There was nothing that a monster in the dark couldn't do if he truly tried, if he believed, if he persevered. And this monster certainly would continue on. A new life was not so far away you were sure and though some part of you felt sorry for the one who would be losing out, you really only cared as long as it meant that he would be able to smile and be who he always had been before.
The third lasted.
There was something wild in his eyes and you were uncertain whether to blame the planet you both barely survived escaping. There had always been something in his eyes, an edge of madness, a portion of danger that made your hearts beat all the faster because how you could not be allured by the subtleness in his smile.
But feral was never something you attributed to him before and it made this dance all the stranger and exciting. His hands held you like vices, he pulled you close and in that smile were sharp fangs ready to tear flesh and eat you alive. Yet not a drop of fear beat through your body and you held onto him as he led the dangerous movements of this dance, still controlled and elegant in some far more aggressive way.
He may never be the same, you thought to yourself as you noted the gold to his eyes, and he would never be himself again. He'd been changed in dangerous ways and it was a question not a guarantee that regeneration was coming if he faced it.
But death was ever just a small thing and temporary to him. In those bones that knew that you'd always trusted him, too was the knowledge that it didn't much better to you what changes came.
You smiled and followed him through every step of the dance, holding ever tight to him without fear.
Four came with tragedy.
The universe was burning and it wasn't his fault. The universe was dying and he wasn't the cause. These were strange things to think, to feel, and pain and fear finally found it's way not just into you but into him as well. And it colored those eyes in ways you never imagined.
This could be your last dance together and you both knew it so you were going to make it a good one. The song was the same as it had been at every other junction but it burned into your skin as he held you with a desperation that made you hurt so much.
None of this was your fault; if anyone it was theirs, those monsters who called him a monster, those beasts of stagnation that saw the universe as their toys and as worthless all at the same time. It was that bleeding heart who couldn't bring himself to do what was necessary even if it saved them a lot of heartache.
And now you'd lose your favorite and he'd lose you. But not a word of this passed either lips, held back by the taboo of weakness but you needed no audible words, not when you knew each other as well as you did.
He tried for elegance, as he had done for countless lives, but the wish not to let this actually end turned a waltz into something endless. Every time it could come to the last second he winced and forced the song to start again and you resisted the urge to rest your head against his chest. Because you already could hear his hearts breaking perfectly fine as you were, knowing this couldn't go on. It would end.
It revived in five.
An eternity came and went, in it's wake pain and loss. But fate couldn't keep you apart and you remembered the way the strange desperation in his eyes turned to relief as he forced his way into the hideway on the edge of nowhere you'd locked yourself away in. And though you had not recognized him at first, the way he pressed the pocket watch into your hands and made you open it, the way you felt everything you were meant to be return and the way you immediately realized who he was, who he had always been and always be.
Your mad feral monster and when you spoke his name he smiled with everything he had before doing as you always did, always would. He scooped you up and danced with you, he laughed and told you of what you missed, of the bleeding hearts' acts and his own and what chaos and death and suffering he had wrought. Of the pretty blonde woman he had seduced but oh, never fret, never fear, though he'd truly felt something deep in those broken hearts of his, you were still the one and only true companion to the monster. Proven right by betrayal, by pain and suffering, and he'd nearly burnt himself to death again but he'd won and he'd stolen what he needed from those who hurt him, had always hurt him. And then he came for you. Because you, you were the one good constant in his chaotic vicious cruel existence, and he wanted nothing more than to have you dancing with him once more, loving him despite every act he wrought upon the universe. And this made you feel so loved you forgot about eternity.
Six changed the dance.
She was beautiful, like a rose covered in thorns, like a drop of honey full of poison, like death itself. She smiled and she laughed and she danced about, the skirts of her dress twirling as she did so, her hair a controlled mess upon her head, her eyes glittering with the essence of true madness. And you wanted so bad to press your lips to hers because how could you, the monster's companion, ever, ever resist such a beautiful sight.
Her hand reached out to take yours and you held tight, drawing close and smiling warm as the sun to her ad you joined her. The world was in a tizzy, it always was though whenever she choose to make herself known, and the bleeding hearts would find his way there in no time but there was always time enough for a dance. You two had learned that so long ago that it was less a thought as it was an existence.
Yet something in your hearts told you that things were different, because she didn't seem as keen on the destruction as she was on seeing that troublemaker who always got in her way. Because there was a gentleness you couldn't explain or expect but who were you to ever deny your beloved monster the shards of goodness still left embedded in hearts broken over and over more?
Seven.....Seven....
She died. He woke up. And it seemed like everything had returned to the norm. But there was a childishness and playfulness and giddiness that you knew meant only trouble for the rest of the universe. The bleeding hearts had proven not enough, or maybe the monster had been lacking, but you were biased and you knew this to your core.
He took you by the hand and the song continued to be the same as it had been when he'd been elegant and when he'd been broken.
When he'd been feral and when he'd been afraid.
When he found you again and when she had been almost good.
And in this dance you found all of them, mixed and swirling, and in every way him and every way not. His eyes still burned but they burned in ways different than ever before; he laughed and it was cracks and edges. He schemed and he hoped and he acted and he hurt and killed and destroyed and this time it was his fault, every step of the way. He was the same, he was different, he was himself, he was not.
But still you smiled back at him and you reflected back all the ways you'd changed too, every day you'd spent with him, every time you'd found each other, lost each other, fought the bleeding hearts and every other force against you. And every time you danced.
Still you found, as the music continued, as he held you close, as he smiled and he whispered all his plans, as he tickled your ear with his voice, that one thing had not changed:
You still trusted him to the ends of the universe.
#doctor who#the master x reader#delgado!master x reader#crispy!master x reader#ainley!master x reader#jacobi!master x reader#war master x reader#simm!master x reader#missy x reader#dhawan!master x reader#fanfiction#set to from eden#fanfic#this has way too many tags and i only have myself to blame#time lord!reader
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Ina Leifsdottir Headcanons bc I Said So
I think I'm going to make hc lists for all of my fave Voltron characters no matter how much screen time they got.
Her favorite color is yellow.
She has autism, she's mainly affected by her sensory issues and has a very hard time socializing.
Ina's parents were helicopter parents and often infantilized her because of her autism. Even though she was wicked smart her parents had no faith in her.
When Ina was little it was difficult for her to make friends, so she mainly found herself indulging her hyperfixation on space.
Ina was actually in middle school with both Keith and James. She had been on and off friends with James since childhood, but since his parents were so strict they didn't get to hang out much.
They became friends because Ina used to follow James around like a lost dog because she thought he was so cool cause' he was going to go to the Garrison.
Ina had always been fascinated by space but her parents would never let her explore this love.
It was James who encouraged her after her simulator failure when Shiro visited their middle school.
You will never find this woman wearing a skirt, she hates skirts/dresses. It’s a sensory thing for her.
She grew up in a more rural area of the desert, her family owns a lot of land and they have some animals.
This is how Ina found her love of the stars. Sitting on an old wooden fence that kept her family’s horses, looking up at the milky way in awe.
Ina’s favorite bands/artists are The Lumineers, Hoizer, and Bon Iver. Her respective favorite songs from them are: Sleep on the Floor, Like Real People Do, and Skinny Love.
Although she’s really good at math and science her favorite subject is English. One of those kids that always had their nose in a book.
She is a particular fan of the enlightenment era throughout literature.
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Introduction post!!!
Hi peeps
Name: Laura/ Law
she/her, bi myself
Maze Runner is my main fandom
Theatre kid in training
Fandoms and shit: Maze Runner, TBS, Imagine Dragons, Anime&Manga, Six of Crows, Astronomy/Space, Arcane, Museum of Thieves, Arctic Monkeys, Good Omens, Dr Who, Fairytales, Sturniolos, MLP, Dajackies, Dystopia, Jenna Coleman, Guitar, Harley Quinn, Piano, Steampunk, OCs, Hoizer, Cosplay, The sisters Grimm, Cyberpunk, Musicals, Theatre, Jeremy Jordan, Dead boy detectives, Jesus🙏
https://open.spotify.com/user/l4m8b5fgbogu0qv7p0z4chzoa?si=5Esw5H0KSPKDqkFrqTmqhQ
my spotify I have some TMR playlists if ur interested check them out
#the maze runner#tmr#soc#the scorch trials#newtmas#thomas brodie sangster#imagine dragons#anime and manga#anime#six of crows#astronomy#outer space#arcane#jinx arcane#museum of thieves#arctic monkeys#good omens#dr who#fantasy#sturniolo triplets#mlp g4#dystopian#jenna coleman#steampunk#oc stuff#cosplay#musical theatre#dead boy detectives#jeremy jordan#jesus christ
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So uhh, this is my account, here’s some stuff :)
I like:
•Hannibal (high hyperfixation)
•Polar (2019) (high hyperfixation because of Duncan)
•The Hobbit
•Good Omens
•Castlevania (Netflix series)
•Sherlock (TV series, but the RDJ films are also cool)
•Markiplier
•What we do in the Shadows (wwdits)
•Robin Hood (2006 TV series)
•Avengers (mcu)
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•Fav actors: Richard Armitage, Pedro Pascal, Micheal Sheen and David Tennant, Mads Mikkelsen, Hugh Dancy, Gillian Anderson, Ryan Reynolds and Hugh Jackman
•Fav music artists: Hoizer, Artic Monkeys, Måneskin, Girl in Red, Judas Priest, Dixon Dallas, Melanie Martinez
•I ship Johnlock, Azicrow, Hannigram and Bagginshield- currently bagginshield and hannigram more due to the hyperfixation
And some other stuff but this comes to mind first :)
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This space is for theories, headcannons, and maybe memes along the way and more, depending what I pick up along the way. I don’t mind who I chat with on here as long as people aren’t being mean or something idk. I also want this to be a safe space for people so if there’s like problems I will block anyone being mean and stuff like that.
Enjoy your morning/afternoon/evening/night :)
My Fics:
The Hobbit:
Stress Baking: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Chapters 1/1. (28/12/22) Summary- When Bilbo’s stressed, he bakes- that should explain enough.
Silly little Bagginshield one-shots: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Chapters 3/?. Summary- Literally what the title says. These are just a cluster of one-shots that are random af but I didn't know what to do with them. So here came this. (15/07/23)
Sherlock:
BBC Sherlock group chats: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Chapters 7/?. Summary- Just group chats between characters talking about whatever really. (12/02/23)
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Other Man's Widow - Chapter 2
Female!Reader x Whitey Winn (Both young adults)
Modernish!AU (it's kinda 1950-60s coded?), inspired by the lyrics of Carrie Underwood's Church Bells and Hoizer's Dinner and Diatribes (Church Bells is the backflashes, Dinner and Diatribes is the vibe of the hot questioning room before the rain).
Warnings: Abuse, domestic abuse, murder, religious trauma(?).
Summary: The young deputy gets sent to comfort a young widow.
A/N: We get to see more of the other Godless characters :D.
Your tentative hands meet the edges of the cup. It is no longer burning to the touch as you lift it slowly to your lips. The air is damp and still your tongue feels dry. The young man across from you watches you take a sip with soft but attentive dark eyes. You push down the discomfort of being observed, hiding it in your handkerchief.
“How did he seem these last few days? Was he” Deputy Winn pauses, moving his pen in circles in the air and lifting his eyes up, looking for the right expression. “worried about anything?”
He’s sweet, trying hard to not involve you in anything you didn’t know before. His movements, while indicative of his youth and a wandering mind, are reminiscent of how one handles a bird that has flown in through an open window into the kitchen. Your arm itches and you brush a hand over the knit to soothe it.
“I don’t know about worried, John never tells me about his work. But the last week or so” You grip the handkerchief between your hands again “oh I don’t know.”
“Now any little thing could be important.” Deputy Winn makes a gesture with his hand, as if to soothe your worries.
“He’s been absentminded.” You confide, releasing a sigh. “The phone rang one night and the call seemed to agitate him.” A frown ghosts over your face.
“And when was this?” He takes up the pen again.
“Tuesday. I’d made shepard’s pie.”
“Any idea what it was about?” Whitey really hates to put her through this. Her face is veiled in held back emotion, flickers showing only in passing, shoulders move with even breaths. The shadows cast by the blinds make her seem to have lost days of sleep. Whitey wishes he could say something to ease your pain, but he knows that isn’t possible. All he can do is focus on his job, get the facts straight for McNue and the others, and maybe he can get you some closure.
You look up from your hands. “Work, he said.”
“Father.” The soft spoken word was loud in the empty hall. Reverend Griffin looked up from the fountain of holy water which he had dipped his hands.
“My child.” His face lit up with joy, eyes crinkling hinting at the smile hidden by his white beard. He waves a large hand. “Come in, you’re always welcome in God’s house.”
You slipped out from the shadows by the entrance under the organ loft, head lowered with the brim of your hat shutting out against the light shining in through the tall windows. Reverend Griffin’s arm circled around your back, herding you towards the front pew. Your shoes clicked against the stone floor, too loud, like you were taking up too much space. The floral fabric whispers against your legs as you sit down with him, hat in your hands.
“Father, I need advice.” You spoke quietly. “I feel as though I am lacking. I try to be a good wife to my John but my efforts fall short.” With effort you stopped your hands from picking at the seam of your dress. The reverend’s hands came to rest on top of yours, his body leaning forward and you lifted your gaze to his, keeping the side of your face towards him.
“My child, marriage is holy, sanctioned by the Lord himself. There will be trying times, as in all parts of His creation, but the bond between you and your husband is sacred. You will find the way.” His eyes were genuine, but his words stung your eyes and burn your right cheek. You blinked a few times and cleared your throat, returning the squeeze to his hand.
“Thank you, Father.”
“Just down the corridor and to the left.” The young man holds open the door for you. Your dress barely brushes past him and you step out into the hall with a quiet thanks.
On your way past the barred in front desk you note the spot of bright colour and meet eyes with Mary-Agnes, who is pausing her writing to tuck back an escaped strand of blond hair. The woman had shown you into the room with a firm but kind hand when the police car had dropped you off at the station. She told you that someone would be right with you, and if you had needed anything, you were just to call for Maggie, she’d told you in a warm tone that left no room for protests. You give a small smile to her and she returns a reassuring one. Behind her you see Miss Temple searching in an archive cabinet for some paper. Turning the corner you reach the restroom and close the door behind you. It was a wonder the station had put Maggie on reception desk work, when she had eyes that would pierce your soul if you had been around her longer.
You finish your business and after washing your hands you run the tap as cold as it will go. The water will only provide temporary relief, as you dab wet tissue at your neck. Taking a deep breath you look in the mirror, squeezing the edges of the porcelain sink.
You quietly slipped into the back pew on Sunday morning, the veil on your hat low over your brow. Reverend Goode shifted further in on the bench and you give him a nod in thanks. He wore his white clergy cloak, overseeing the baptism of the Gunners’ little bundle of joy later in the day. Baptisms never had been Reverend Griffin’s self appointed duties.
As the very man begun his sermon from the front of the room you couldn’t help the venomous glare that shot from under your cover. He had spoken of love on your wedding day. When you came to him, he spoke of marriage being a holy union. On this day he stood up there today preaching about care, and fidelity, when last night you were being beaten so hard you hit your head on the leg of a kitchen stool. That was his friend that did that.
Reverend Goode must have caught your stare because he turned towards you, and even in the shade of the organ loft you could see he saw. As all rose to join a hymn you moved to leave but the soft touch of his fingers against your arm stops you. You turned, face lowered, and the shame in his eyes when you finally met them almost matches the one you feel. The makeup once again felt unnatural on your face, the skin burned where the marks were. He held out his hand, carefully, hopefully, and you took it, held it tight as you joined the hymn.
You did not have to tell him. He knew. As he sat with you after the sermon, he held your hand and didn’t say a word as you both stared at the cross together.
“What do I do?” You asked, knowing he’d have no answers. Reverend Griffin was the leader of this congregation, and Roy could be out in the blink of an eye if he spoke poorly of the Reverend’s friend. You didn’t want that to happen to him. The town would suffer a great loss if this kind man moved away.
He squeezed your hand, and looking at him in the corner of your eye you could see cracks form in him, as if the reverend was struggling with his faith in the system he was in. Then he took a deep breath and met your eyes.
“Have faith in the Lord, my child.” His voice was grave, eyes urging you to forgive him for his own weakness but to trust his words. “His will be done.”
You nodded. “I will.”
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May 11, 2023
It's been awhile since I made a post. I was sick a few days ago but I'm feeling so much better now! My grandmother is going back to Mexico in two weeks. We bought so many things for my little cousins back home. I really hope the clothes fit. My grandmother still feels like a stranger to me. I only lived with her for three weeks so far and the last time I was in Mexico was when I was ten. It's hard to talk to her but she's my grandmother. For those three weeks we struggled to find foods she could eat since everything made her sick. I think she still enjoyed her visit. Oh! I have another job interview this upcoming Tuesday. It's for a grocery store close by to where I currently work. I'm not going to quit my current job. I just really want to get a second one since need a bit more money. I'm going to go to two Hoizer concerts towards the end of the year and every little bit helps. Also my car is going to shit and that's expensive. Financially I'm stressed but I guess that's life for ya. Eh, I'll survive somehow so it should be ok. My world hasn't imploded on itself so no need for me to stress too much. Oh I decided to do another what's in my bag!
I'm currently carrying around this cute DKNY mini backpack that I got at Ross months ago. It has three zipper pockets and I live it!! I got it on sale too so I was extremely pleased.
These are the keychains I'm currently using. I bought the Cinnamonroll one at Miniso for my birthday, the Panda one was a gift from my little sisters that I got a year ago, and I recently bought this space dude from bath and body works. It currently holds the champagne apple and honey hand sanitizer.
This is what I'm currently carrying on the inside of my bag. If you haven't guess just by looking I really like Cinnamonroll. It's not a lot but my bag does get extremely full from it. It's all just so cute!! Today has been chill even at work where I'm currently writing this entry. Just watching the clock tick by till I get to go home.
#online diary#diary#journaling#journal#my life#online journal#my diary#my thoughts#my daily life#whats in my backpack#whats in my bag
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🍓 self shipping hours 🍓
these are just someone of the ones that are taking up my mind space in this moment, there will be more, when i get the energy for more, links are sfw~
✧ sukuna x iris
songs of the hour: work song, do i want to know (hoizer cover ver.), talk,
[PHOTO]
🍓 reincarnated lovers, big scary bf and shy feral gf, beauty & the beast, stubborn, time in bed starring at each other, gentle kisses, out of breath kisses, stolen kisses in public, slow dancing and kisses in the kitchen
nicknames: sweet thing, love, dearest, dear, sweetheart, sunshine
vibes: you fool, murder is bad, but i still love you, 🥰,
✧ naoya x iris
songs of the hour:
[PHOTO]
🍓.
[nicknames]
vibes: our dumbasses as the royals, mwahahaha, anxiety x audacity, i can make him better but he made me worse,
✧ reiner x iris
songs of the hour: your man,
[PHOTO]
🍓.
[nicknames]
vibes: cuddle hours, i will drag your ass back from hell,
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It's up, babes.
@the--quotifyer--innit
It's a two part chapter.
And it has its own playlist.
Songs:
Ronan Keating- Nothing At All (Patience)
Hoizer- Jackie and Wilson
Starship- Sara (Sarah Jane)
Noisettes- Never Forget You
Billie Joel- Uptown Girl (Romona)
Roy Orbison- Pretty Woman
Tiffany- I Think We're Alone Now (Mealnie)
Matt Maltese- Everyone Adores You (At Least I Do)
Glenn Miller- In The Mood (Rose/9)
Frances Forever- Space Girl (Rose/10)
I literally just wrote 9 thousand words about an alien telling his neice about all his exs wtf is wrong with me-
#doctor who fanfiction#dw fanfiction#dw fanfic#doctor who#fourteenth doctor#rose tyler#retired fourteen#rose noble#rosie noble#14th doctor#saxteen#shaun temple#Cameca dw#Patience dw#asexual#original character
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@mechtober2022 Day 6 - Mechanization
@ulysses-but-somehow-more-transer created this headcanon regarding Gunpowder Tim's eyes, and I took one look at it and was like "im going to recreate this bitch"
And I did.
This was my first time ever trying it, and it was all freehand. The metal plating is a bit messy, but thats okay. Im going to try this again someday, but actually put time into it and maybe do an entire cosplay? probably? im not sure.
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My head space hasn’t been so lovely lately..
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Playlist #1
I'll Call You Mine - girl in red
Ship in a Bottle - fin
Greek God - Conan Gray
Silvertongue - Young the Giant
Someone New - Hoizer
There Is a Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths
I Love You So - The Walters
Someone to You - BANNERS
Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos
Looking Out For You - Joy Again
Never Love an Anchor - The Crane Wives
Freakin' Out on the Interstate - Briston Maroney
We're Gonna Be Okay - Cody Francis
Devil Town - Cavetown
Hot Tea - half•alive
F.N.T. - Semisonic
Heroes - David Bowie
This Side of Paradise - Coyote Theory
Alien Blues - Vundabar
Scrawny - Wallows
Why Do You Feel So Down - Declan McKenna
Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths
Greek Tragedy - The Wombats
17 - The Greeting Committee
Love in the Time of Socialism - Yellow House
Mind Over Matter - Young the Giant
Blondie - Current Joys
Sex - The 1975
You Know It - Colony House
The King - Sarah Kinsley
That Thing - Hazel English
Notion - The Rare Occasions
Ghost Stories - The Narcissist Cookbook
Out of My League - Fitz and the Tantrums
1980s Horror Film II - Wallows
This Charming Man - The Smiths
Kiss Her You Fool - Kids That Fly
Coming of Age - Blondes
Can I Call You Tonight - Dayglow
we fell in love in october - girl in red
Cold Love - Rainbow Kitten Surprise
Hot Rod - Dayglow
Kilby Girl - The Backseat Lovers
Cherry Wine - Hoizer
Motion Sickness - Phoebe Bridges
There's Too Much Love - Belle and Sebastien
Cloud 9 - Beach Bunny
Are You Bored Yet? - Wallows
Tongue Tied - Grouplove
Meet Me At Our Spot - THE ANXIETY
Somebody That I Used to Know - Gotye, Kimbra
Crash My Car - CION
space girl - Frances Forever
Je te laisserai des mots - Patrick Watson
Campus - Vampire Weekend
Someday - The Strokes
Wait a Minute! - WILLOW
The Adults Are Talking - The Strokes
Fade Into You - Mazzy Star
Friday I'm in Love - The Cure
Stress Relief - late night drive home
All the Young Dudes - Mott The Hoople
Another Love - Tom Odell
Boys Don't Cry - The Cure
The Chain - Fleetwood Mac
As It Was - Harry Styles
Somebody To Love - Queen
Rebel Rebel - David Bowie
Strange Magic - Electric Light Orchestra
Dancing in the Moonlight - King Harvest
Starman - David Bowie
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hey bestie just wanna share some songs that remind me of obikin <3 (i have no one else to talk to about this…pain) ANYWAY. forever and always by zeph (big force ghost vibes), nfwmb by hoizer, corpses by saint sister. till death by japanese breakfast. these days by nico. silhouettes of you by isaac gracie. outer space by joey gerlach. let me follow by son lux. the heart by jaguar sun. unraveling by violents and monica martin. OKAY!! i think that is all. plz enjoy and let me know what u think <3
anon you're not a bother at all! I listened to these songs on my way to work in the morning and back home at the end of the day and every time I had no memories of me walking because I got lost in the mood playing a whole indie movie in my head with dramatic shots of lonely places with a sunset in the background while going through this playlist and it was GREAT, so thank you!!
I'll listen to them for a few more days to really get into it but I really enjoyed them, especially the lyrics of silhouettes of you and of course nfwmb because, hozier, and let me follow by son lux is PERFECT for a Sith!AU where one of them is like 'yeah being a Sith is bad but I also: I really don't care if I can stay with you'
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Thank you for the story you made with the Hoizer song I requested, I really liked it! I've been loving his music recently, and I thought it go well with Kakashi or Itachi. I did have another song request, which it's not the same type of music as Hoizer. But I though lyric wise it'd be cute to request, so I hope you don't mind. Its goodnight and go- Ariana Grande// for Kakashi. >///u///<
Dude, I’ve been a fan of Hozier for years now. I’ve had the pleasure of seeing him perform twice. It just makes me so happy to see someone with influences that overlap with mine, and to see a modern musician who actually has some depth in his work. I just think he’s a remarkable human being and artist, and I have so much respect for him. I also still cry about the fact that he laughed at my joke nobody was even supposed to hear.
I’ll take a look, but the lyrics aren’t usually what inspire me unless they’ve got the same layered composition and romanticism as some of Hozier’s. I usually find my inspiration in other aspects of the song as opposed to the lyrics when the lyrics are one dimensional and repetitive. It gives me a lot more freedom and creative space, which I personally prefer. That’s also the point of this celebration, as I stated in the original post. If you look back at all the tracks I’ve written for, most of them have nothing to do with the lyrics. That’s why I feel like these aren’t songfics. They don’t follow the stories of the songs.
Alright, so I took a look at the lyrics, and I’m definitely not going to be using them for my inspiration for this piece for a lot of different reasons. I hope you don’t mind. I simply can’t for my own personal reasons. I’m sorry.
Your entire body throbbed. Air couldn’t get to your lungs properly, and you felt your pulse thrum in your ears. A wave of lightheadedness hit your body, knocking you to your knee while you dropped the kunai in your hand. You gasped for breath with wide eyes while your body trembled.
Your enemy’s blade was dipped in poison. You didn’t have much longer, that much you could tell. It was enough, though. Mustering all the strength you could, you finished the fight before you collapsed. When your eyes began to close, you found yourself thinking back to your time with Kakashi.
Memories flashed through your mind, and you silently wished you had more time with him. You could’ve sworn you heard his voice far off when you slipped into unconsciousness, but you knew it was just your imagination.
When you came to, there was a weight dipping the bed to your side. Opening your eyes, you found Kakashi leaning his arms on your bed, and his head was asleep on them while they were crossed. It made you smile. His voice wasn’t just your imagination after all.
#cherry's 200 follower celebration#naruto imagines#kakashi x reader#cherry has ideas sometimes#straw-bunnies#cherry posts about ninja nerds
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For any Hoizer fans
I really really think you should check out Lord Huron! They both paint such beautiful imagery and soulful lyrics about love, passion, life and death. Please don't judge them solely on the one song that made them popular (The Night We Met, which is a song I absolutely love) and take time to listen to their music. My favorite songs are
-Love Like Ghosts
-She Lit a Fire
-La Bella de Floure
-Meet Me in the Woods
-Frozen Pines
-When the Night is Over
-Lost in Time and Space
-Vide Noir
-Elmerald Star
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from eden by hoizer is about a woman entering a relationship with another woman and finding libertarian in a space where she is not consistently facing male condescension in this essay i will
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♫ ( genji, obvs :0 )
From the Playlist Meme!
Eyelids - Saro
I’m a ghost, I’m a cold blooded killerBut I wouldn’t hurt youEvery inch of your skin, closes in, I surrenderWill you be my last wound?
idfc - blackbear (original, but also acoustic version is 10/10)
I’m only a fool for youAnd maybe you’re too good for meI’m only a fool for youBut I don’t fucking care, at all
Torn Apart - Bastille
The space you used to fill is now this great black holeOh, you’re out of sight but not out of my mind And it hurts like hellTo be torn apart
We were born to be togetherTorn apartTorn apart
Kelly Clarkson - Love So Soft
Let me inI wanna be closer to you, let you under my skinIf I let you inYou gotta be careful with it
Movement - Hoizer
When you moveI’m put to mind of all that I wanna beWhen you moveI could never define all that you are to me
Bonus bc im terrible: Far - Pony
I’m looking for a partnerSomeone who knows how to rideWithout even falling off
#pafallende#i havent quite hit the goofy vibe i want to with any of them#except maybe love so soft#but otherwise HEYOOO#you also got one of my fav songs so e n j o y
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