#the twin peaks soundtrack

[elixir]

Laura Palmer's Theme (Instrumental) · Soundtrack From Twin Peaks Angelo Badalamenti — 1990

[caretbread]

i'm fond of twin peaks afternoons, inexpensive wine with cordon bleu...

[hiskillingjar]

could we get some t4t law w a transmasc mc? I'm absolutely feral for any t4t btd content but ur transfem law portrayal has me in a chokehold I need that girl so bad

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES WE CAN!!!!!!!!!!!!

1200+ words, t4t love is divine <3 love your local transfem today <3

You took in a low hiss through your teeth as the skinny needle slid into your skin, sinking deep into your flesh.

"That okay?" Law mumbled lowly from where she was kneeling at your feet, her hand (big, lovely, a little bony) on your soft hip as the other held the syringe tight and pressed the plunger down, injecting the testosterone fluid into you.

There was something phallic about the gesture, and had you pointed it out, she probably would have agreed with you (though might have chided you afterwards).

"Yeah. I just never get used to the sting, you know?" You mumbled quietly, biting your lip to hide your coy smile as she rubbed a soothing circle into your skin, shaking her head (shaking out her blonde hair, she had cut it yesterday with a razor and made her bangs too short) with a little chuckle.

She laughed a lot more these days. She blamed therapy. You blamed yourself.

"Mm, I know," She nodded and drew back the needle, giving your hip a quick kiss as she stood to her feet, her willowy height putting her almost a head taller than you. Not like you ever minded that, though, you certainly made up for her height advantage in other respects (when she let you). "You're a big boy though, you can handle it. It's not so bad."

"No, it's not so bad…" You murmured as she started to prep her own needle (after disposing of yours in a trash can under her sink, never properly), admiring the harsh slope of her crooked spine, her broad shoulders, her slim waist, clad in nothing more than a cropped vest and a pair of sleep shorts.

She was beautiful, you thought, as you slipped behind her and rested your chin on her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her freckled skin against yours, but a beauty that was strange and personal. You liked that more than conventional beauty, though.

"Needy," She mumbled softly, a smile on her delicate features.

"Mmhmm…want me to do you?" You replied, watching attentively as she drew in her own hormone fluid with the new syringe and glanced up at you through the mirror, those once lifeless grey eyes filled with sweet fondness (in spite of how dead they remained).

"Yes, please…" Law whispered, her voice raspy and low, not the higher tone that she usually took these days.

She was honest with you. She used her true voice, and showed her true self, even if it had the potential of being scary or dangerous.

You were never scared of her.

It was an equivalent exchange of submission, you thought, as your hips pressed tightly together and your arms circled her skinny waist (too skinny, she should eat more, she should eat better), taking the needle in hand.

The willingness to be penetrated, to be the vulnerable one, to be the one taken…she submitted to you as you did, so often, to her.

She was trembling slightly from the anticipation, maybe the cool air of the bathroom too, but managed to keep her voice as level and calm as she could, like she didn't want to show you how much she wanted you, how much she wanted this.

"Ready…" She mumbled softly, though the word trailed off into a low moan as you pressed the tip of the syringe into her flesh, almost to the very hilt of the needle. Too deep, you knew that, you'd been injecting yourselves for months now, but...it felt right to do it like this now.

"How are you feeling, baby?" You asked quietly, pushing the plunger down and emptying the contents of the syringe into her.

"Mmm…mmh," She moaned again, tipping her head back against your shoulder (her blonde hair tickling your collarbone as she did so), her hands trembling as they went down to your hand on her thigh.

Her cock was stirring to attention in the loose sleep shorts, and you could see it gently twitch and jump beneath the gusset of the thin cotton.

"Ah, someone's getting excited," You murmured with a coy smile, as your other hand slid to her hip and trailed along the harsh V-line of her pelvis, to squeeze and grope at her cock and stroke it into full arousal.

"Hahhh…" She breathed out shallowly, her chest rising up and down as the last of the estrogen was emptied into her body. She gripped your wrist tightly, her underlying strength still clear as she dug bit nails into the delicate lines of your veins.

"So hot," You murmured, taking the needle out of her thigh and planting your now free hand on her hips, pinning her still against the bathroom sink.

Her body pressed tightly against yours, and you wanted nothing more than to merge into her, melt into her, feel your skin graft with hers and your bodies become one. But you couldn't do that, at least not physically, so you held her hips tighter and forced her to turn, seeing her flushed face up close, her backside hitting the edge of the sink.

"You make me feel like a God, Law," You rasped lowly (your voice had sunk a couple of octaves in the months of doing this together), pressing a hungry kiss against her neck, running your tongue over her throat.

She stifled a weak cry as her arms wrapped around your shoulders and clutched onto you tight, her bitten nails digging into your skin, threatening to tear into you.

You wanted nothing more than for her to do that.

"And you feel like Heaven…" You gasped, running your tongue over her sharp collarbone (so sharp, you wondered how it hadn't punctured her skin), before erratically shoving her tank top up her chest, still groping her hard cock through her shorts. "I hope every angel in Heaven looks just like you…"

"Mh…" Law shivered as you tongued her skin, running her own tongue over her lips as you kissed and nipped down her sternum. "I'm…mm, I'm no angel." She whispered with a shy smile, her pale skin flushed.

"Yeah, you are…" You replied in a tone as close to awe as you could manage, reaching up to grope her tiny chest, the growing swell of her breast filling your palm, and pinching at her sensitive nipple. "I hope all the angels are girls like you…sharp noses and broad shoulders and perfect tits, just like yours."

"Ngh-!" She gasped, her body tensing up and her grey eyes fluttering shut as you toyed with and stimulated each of her most sensitive spots, the gradual squeezing of her cock turning into subtle jerks, up and down the impressive length. "Ah…g-god…"

"Mm, you can call me-" You growled your name with a grin as you dipped your head and suckled her nipple, pressing your body even closer to hers.

She wheezed out a husky giggle at your bad joke, her trembling hands reaching up to cradle your head against her breast, like a baby to its mother, fingers pushing into your hair and pushing her chest outward, as if presenting herself to you.

"Mm, you're my God," She mumbled, reaching down with her free hand to rub against the damp patch gathering in your boxers, making you moan and bite down on her nipple. "You shape me, you mould me into a proper woman, a proper girl…an angel, that's what makes you my God…"

"You too, baby…" You whispered, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to her breast. "You make me more of a man…"

"You are…you're my man," She smiled, holding you even tighter. "And I'm your God…"

[brokehorrorfan]

Blue Velvet's soundtrack is available on vinyl via Coda in conjunction with Varese Sarabande. Priced at $55, the 2xLP is expected to ship in January.

Disc one has the original score by Angelo Badalamenti (Twin Peaks, A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors) and Bobby Vinton's "Blue Velvet," while disc two features film cues, alternates, and outtakes collectively entitled "Lumberton Firewood."

The album is pressed on 180-gram vinyl with two color variants: blue on blue (Coda exclusive, limited to 1,500) and metallic silver (Mutant exclusive, limited to 500). It's housed in a gatefold jacket with artwork by Greg Ruth inside a transparent blue o-card.

[eowynneigh]

Twin Peaks Psych episode opening you have my heart, my soul, my everything

[whos-tanya]

Nerevar haunting the Morrowind narrative like he’s Laura Palmer

[mudwerks]

(via Seinpeaks (@seinpeaks) | TikTok)

[fruitywhovian]

I need someone to make like, a version of brat summer but for the girlies who listen to soundtracks, for the ones who appreciate the art of soundtracks and scores. I need it I need it

[elixir]

Audrey's Dance (Instrumental) · Soundtrack From Twin Peaks Angelo Badalamenti — 1990

[boogiewoogieweeb]

being the degenerate commie that i am i pirated the new fallout series last night, because i'd rather have sex with a gutter rat than give jeff bezos and amazon a single red cent, ever. and now that i've finished the first episode, all i can say is...

[spilladabalia]

Julee Cruise - Falling