#the boy with the thorn on his side

[sweetdreamsjeff]

Jeff Buckley Meltdown Festival 1995 (full show)

Meltdown Festival Program 23 June - 1 July 1995 (England) Saturday 1 July Queen Elizabeth Hall 8pm

THE SONG Part 3 Glad to be Unhappy

-June Tabor -Elvis Costello -Jeff Buckley -Steve Nieve -Marc Ribot

... "The tone of Part 3 is defined by the Rodgers and Hart song Glad to be Unhappy, epitomising the beautiful melancholy of this final set".

1. The Boy With The Thorn In His Side 2. Grace 3. Corpus Christi Carol 4. Dido's Lament

Ian Bolton, violin Philip Shepard, cello Catherine Edwards, piano

Jeff played the last day of the festival.

Note: I believe they forgot to include the song The Other Woman, a Nina Simone cover.

[maxdibert]

Severus Snape literally fits with the entire discography of The Smiths. There’s no way that, if he ever discovered the band, he didn’t listen to it on repeat during his sleepless, death-wishing nights, thinking every song was about him. I mean, “Back to the Old House,” “Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now,” “How Soon is Now,” “Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want,” “Unlovable,” “Half a Person,” “Asleep,” “The Boy with the Thorn in His Side,” and of course, “There is a Light That Never Goes Out.” Listen to all those songs and tell me they aren’t literally Severus Snape. Morrissey is to him what Taylor Swift is to white girls with dreams.

[altades]

me when the lil study i wanted to do took 4 hours ahhh

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

The Smiths - The Boy With The Thorn In His Side

[my-wee-hughie]

We all know Hughie has plot armour, but what is the in-universe reason why Homelander hasn't killed him

[mortalfortaxpurposes]

fall out boy + hearts and(in) birdcages

[napstabl00k]

Those sonic prime gjinkas from my day out today

[oflorien]

IF THEY HAD A KID... accepting niall & celebrían ft. @menmyth

NAME:   RIVER;  …body  of  water.  also  known  as  RIVER  THE  BOLD  GENDER:  cis  male GENERAL   APPEARANCE:   tall,  broad,  mighty.  every  bit  as  how  one  might  imagine  a  young  lord  of  exceptional  strength  and  skill.  his  hair  is  dark  as  his  fathers,  often  shaved  upon  the  sides  with  locks  fastened  by  beads  made  from  shed  dragon  scales.  he  has  his  mothers  eyes;  golden-hued  and  warm  in  nature.  he  carries  many  scars  from  the  recklessness  of  youth  but  the  most  notable  one  is  beneath  his  left  eye  from  an  incident  with  a  training  blade  when  he  was  six.  river  begins  to  grow  facial  hair  at  the  mere  age  of  twelve,  and  he  stood  nearly  his  fathers  height  by  the  time  he  was  thirteen.  his  smile  is  what  often  strikes  people  the  most.  mischievous,  playful  and  often  glittering  with  the  whisper  of  mayhem  ahead.  PERSONALITY:  generally  speaking,  he  is  a  light-hearted  boy  turned  man.  his  sense  of  humour  varies  from  silly  around  his  younger  siblings  to  that  of  a  darker  matter  around  other  soldiers  etc.  he  is  loyal  to  his  family,  and  fierce  in  every  sense  of  the  matter.  but  to  his  core,  river  is  warm  and  honourable.  he  upholds  valor  through  action  and  not  just  some  fanciful  words,  he  lives  it.  but  he  is  quick  to  rouse  of  temper  when  the  situation  allows  or  calls  for  it.  SPECIAL   TALENTS:   because  of  his  mothers  old  vaylrian  and  lyseni  blood,  she  was  able  to  claim  a  wild  dragon  known  as  me'sovhal.  the  boy  was  raised  with  a  dragon  of  his  own,  bloodmane.  the  egg  hatching  the  day  he  was  brought  into  the  world  .  he  is  a  dragon  rider  and  like  his  mother,  learned  without  the  guide  of  reigns  or  saddle.  he  would,  in  turn,  teach  his  four  younger  siblings.  much  like  his  father,  river  learned  to  fight  without  the  pretense  of  false  honour  upheld  by  knights  of  the  seven.  he  is  a  terrifying  opponent  to  face.  WHO   THEY   LIKE   BETTER:  mama's  boy  to  his  absolute  core,  made  a  funny  little  game  of  irritating  his  father  intentionally  to  get  his  mother's  attention  WHO   THEY   TAKE   AFTER   MORE:  his  father  in  appearance  mostly  and  a  dangerous  combination  of  his  fathers  temperament  and  his  mothers  warmth  and  kindness.  PERSONAL   HEADCANON:   he  suffers  no  ill  words  towards  anyone  he  loves.  when  a  young  knight  attempted  to  steal  his  sister's  innocence  and  reputation,  he  put  him  to  the  sword  and  had  bloodmane  burn  his  body  to  ash.  FACE   CLAIM:   arnas  fedaravicius

[kaixwinter]

LOCATION: Nightshade Park CLOSED ~ Self Para

As of late, nighttime was when Kai felt most awake, most at peace, most calm. He wasn't sure why, well, maybe he did. There was something about the darkness that brought him a sense of comfort. It sheltered him, kept him safe, and enveloped him in a way that made him feel he was untouchable. But it wasn't just physical darkness that made him feel those things, the Dark Magic that he had been learning, practicing, tampering with, it made him feel all those things and more.

It had become a routine for him. Around midnight he'd leave his apartment and head for Nightshade Park, a place he knew would be all but deserted during the witching hours. Even during the day, people would get weird feelings as they strolled through, the sensation of unseen eyes on them at all times, like at any moment someone, or something, could jump out of the bushes. To most, the feeling was unsettling, but to Kai, it only added to the adrenaline rush. He'd walk deep into the park, searching for the right spot, where he could feel the most power, and when he'd find it he would stop, soak in the atmosphere, and his practice would begin.

The first few times he went out there, he sat in silence, but with each visit, he felt more comfortable. Now, as he walked through the familiar paths, illuminated by the moonlight, he could swear he could walk through the park with his eyes closed without missing a single turn.

With no witnesses around, Kai would use the privacy to his advantage. If no one saw what he was doing, was he really doing it? That was how he justified his actions, and as he worked his way through different spells from the book he had found, drawing upon the darkest parts of himself, pulling from the darkest thoughts he'd ever had, he grew addicted to the feeling it gave him. Over time, the Dark Magic came more easily, and now, it flowed through him as if he'd been practicing it his whole life. Kai knew it was wrong, and if anyone found out they would come down on him hard, but for months he'd felt this nagging, this pulling, something that was telling him that he was capable of so much more than he had been taught. Every time he would draw from that dark place within himself, he was filled with a rush that he didn't have the words to describe. The fact that he knew it was wrong but continued to do it anyway only made it that much more exciting.

The further through the book he got, the more he practiced, the darker the magic seemed to get. On this night, the magic he channeled left his head spinning, left him breathless, and when he opened his eyes and looked down at his hands, he could see right away, even in the low light, that his fingertips looked slightly darker than they had before. It was a side effect of the Dark Magic, he knew that, but he was still surprised to see it. Holding his hands out in front of him to examine them more closely, he could still feel the pulse of the magic tingling under his skin.

Sure, ever since the night of the summer festival when he first used Dark Magic to perform a couple of exorcisms, he'd felt the tingling of magic in his hands, but this was more than that. It was stronger and more constant. Simply putting his hands in his pockets and waiting for it to pass wasn't going to cut it this time. It should've concerned him, it should've made him rethink what he was doing. But, instead, it only made him want to continue.

So, that's exactly what he did. Dropping his hands, he turned the page of the book that was laid out on a rotting tree trunk along with a few other items and started muttering the words that were scribbled on the pages. He continued for hours, time passing without him even noticing. Kai was so lost in the magic, that at times he forgot where he even was. All he could feel was the power flowing through him, charging him up like he was some kind of battery.

With each incantation, the darkness in his fingertips spread further and grew darker. Channeling so much Dark Magic consecutively was draining, and it wasn't long before he had to stop and sit down. He felt both heavy and light at the same time, exhausted and completely wired. Kai was a mixture of contradictions, and it was at that point that he knew he needed to slow down. But, when he slowed down, the feelings it gave him started to slowly fade, so he would continue just to keep it. Leaning against the rotting tree trunk, resting his elbows on knees that were pulled close to his chest, Kai listened to the silence that filled the air around him. There wasn't a single sound, not branches moving in the breeze, not a bird somewhere up in a tree, not a rustle of some wildlife moving through the brush. Just complete silence all around him except for the beating of his heart and the air entering and exiting his lungs.

He wasn't sure how long he sat there in the darkness, in the silence, but it started to feel like it was time to go home. So, he got to his feet, taking his time so as not to get light-headed, and began to gather up his things and stashed them away in the backpack he had brought with him. Most nights, he would drive to Nightshade Park, but tonight he had walked and he was glad that he did. The walk back to his apartment would give him time to come down from the high he was feeling, it would help him burn off some of the energy that he could feel coursing through him. He had to open the store in just a few hours, so he would need to try and get at least some sleep before then.

Once Kai made his way back through the park, he took his time in walking back home. The silence was gone, the sounds of the town filling the air and replacing the nothingness that had been there before. The outside noise helped to quieten his mind as he walked, making his way through town as if he were on autopilot. In his life, he'd walked these streets more times than he could count, but he'd never felt like this as he did. Something in him had changed, had awakened, and Kai felt like this was only the beginning. The path he was walking down, was only going to get darker, and he wondered just how close to the edge he could get.

For the rest of his journey home, he let his mind wander, imagining all of the things he could do, that he could learn if he kept going. He also thought about what his mother would say if she found out, but that wasn't something he let himself linger on for too long. Knowing what he knew now, Kai knew that this was exactly what Althea had been trying to protect him from. She hadn't wanted him to learn about the dark parts of himself, but in protecting him, she had only pushed him towards it. This magic was woven into his DNA, his research with Emily into his father's side of the family had shown him that. He was born for this, he could feel it with every fibre of his being.

As he arrived outside of Rhythm Realm, Kai felt he was being watched. Looking over his shoulder, he searched the dark alley to the side of the building for anyone who might be there. While he couldn't see them, he could feel them, and though he didn't know who they were, they felt familiar to him. Stepping into the alley, he moved cautiously, his hands clenched into fists but ready to strike should someone, or something, come at him from the darkness. He could feel the presence of someone there, another witch, someone he'd never met before but he could tell they didn't want to hurt him.

Standing there for a moment, Kai was still, allowing a few moments to pass to see if they wanted to reveal themselves. When they didn't, Kai turned and headed back towards the front of the building to unlock the door and head upstairs to get some sleep.

The moment he heard the door being locked from the inside, and the footsteps retreated up the stairs, Ambrose Ravenlock stepped out of the shadows. For years, he'd been watching his son from a distance, waiting for him to realise his full potential. He knew Althea wouldn't tell Malakai of his Ravenlock lineage, but Ambrose knew that he would be smart enough to figure it out one way or another. He was a Ravenlock, after all. Ambrose had faith in the son that he had never spoken to, never gotten to know. None of that was important though. All that mattered was that young Malakai was doing exactly what he needed to do, and for that, Ambrose was proud.

Pleased with how things were progressing, Ambrose looked up at the upstairs window just in time to see the light go out. "Get some rest, my son. Tomorrow is a new day, and you have much more to learn." He whispered into the night, knowing Malakai couldn't hear him, but that he would feel it. The young witch still had a long way to go, but Ambrose was confident that his son was on the right track. With a twisted smile on his face, the older witch walked out of the alley and headed away from the building where his son resided, knowing that when the time was right he would reveal himself. But, for right now he would continue watching from afar.

[beth-likes-cherry-cola]

“And if they don’t believe us now”

Average/ overweight but extreme restrictions

“Will they ever believe us?”

Becoming sk!nnier and being told you “look fantastic”

[some-greatreward]

They warned me about fallout boy song names…they warned me about panic at the disco song names…

no one warned me about smiths song names :/

[archivist-crow]

The Smiths - “The Boy with the Thorn in His Side” (1985)

Thirty-nine years ago today, on September 23, 1985, “The Boy with the Thorn in His Side,” the eleventh single by the Smiths, was released. While a remixed version of the song would later appear on the album The Queen is Dead, the single version (without the synthesized strings) reached number 23 in the UK. Featuring a famed photo of a young Truman Capote as its cover, the song was named by Morrissey as his favorite Smiths song in a 2003 interview.

[silverscreenlipstick]

eye reveal !!

bc i need you to know that i have been obsessed, let me tell you obsessed with the entirety of @greenvlvetcouch fic the queen of disaster and the boy with a thorn in his side and i just love love love the characterisation of sirius in it!!!!

so i did a lil fit & makeup (fit was sent to greenie personally because it was way too awkward lookin for the internet to see) but i am fan of my own eyes so here’s part of the makeup look!! little star-stamp eyeliner; i would say would be very qod (or in general) sirius.

go check it out, greenie is an absolute gem to the world. <3333

[thecranekick]

somehow every song by the smiths is about johnny lawrence