#there's a whole playlist lmao

[reallifepotato]

the difference between fob "we're out here and we're ready to livestream the apocalypse" vs bastile "livestreaming the final days of rome" is that bastille said it BEFORE the world fell apart completely, because they have some form of prophecy.

[hellspawnmotel]

remember when I did this?

well I did more

[miraofhearts2point0]

i cannot stand the fact adap Chishiya is a Hearts player, sowz. it's clear to me the adap writers completely misunderstood what makes someone a Hearts player in the first place and ran with it.

Chishiya can read others emotions to some extent, sure, but not in-depth enough to sympathize.

you wanna know why Chishiya (and Niragi) are Diamonds players? because they don't care enough to truly understand the hearts of others. they manipulate situations, not (usually) out of desperation, but because it's all they know. they lack a genuine understanding with others.

(adap) Arisu being a Diamonds player also completely misses the point: Arisu is so similar to Chishiya and Niragi that if, at any point prior to the Borderlands, he had one more thing go wrong, he could've ended up like the two of them; but he didn't because he refused to be like that.

Arisu is a Hearts player because he's both smarter than he gives himself credit for, and emotionally mature enough to take to heart (wink wink) the emotions of others and actively put himself in their shoes to get through a game.

that last reason is why Matsushita Enji is such a lousey Hearts player, because, like Chishiya and Niragi, he isn't emotionally mature enough to truly be good at Hearts. he has great setups, sure, but he's too proud to acknowledge other players and their inteligence, which is why he was ultimately defeated by Yaba and Banda.

Yaba and Banda both come from backgrounds where they need to read others to some extent: Yaba, a CEO who climbed the corporate ladder by reading others and using those emotions to his advantage (as we saw happen with Arisu when he was confronted by the militants), and Banda, a misogynistic murderer who got into the houses of women he killed, needed to be agile enough to get them to trust him by manipulating the situation in his favor, all while keeping in mind the emotions of those he killed.

Hearts games are not won by sheer manipulation, as we saw with Enji and Urumi; there needs to be a level of connection with others if you want to survive, which is also why Mitsurugi's defeat was so upsetting; ideally, he did everything right, but ultimately was a bit too confident in his plan and thus, refused to acknowledge the power the other players had. he was too good of a person.

Mira is a bit of an outlier, not because she was bad at the games or anything, but because she's the perfect mix of both understanding and master manipulator; if she went up against any other player in the Borderlands, they would easily lose. Arisu almost lost too, but as we've established, Hearts games are built off connections with others and Usagi was needed in order to make it.

I'm sure Mira was well-aware of that fact, especially with Arisu, but her ulimate failure was the same as Mitsurugi's: she ended up downplaying the connection between him and Usagi. Hearts games need love, level-headedness, mild manipulation, and an open mind if you intend to win.

going back to my main point, that's why Chishiya either avoids Hearts games all together, manipulates people during them, or turns to violence; he lacks the emotional maturity and agency to clear one the way they are meant to be cleared, why Arisu is a much better Hearts player than Chishiya will ever be, and why the adap writers completely misunderstood that point.

[rattini]

Imagine thinking the strings that start at 1:50 in I Promised You by Ray Chen is anything but romantic like come ON

[ruvviks]

All That's Left follows two journalists and their friends in post-apocalyptic United States as they travel from the fallen east coast megalopolis Opportunity back to Los Angeles, crossing through a harsh wasteland overrun with zombies— only to find out that there is a lot more life left than what the protected cities want them to believe. On their journey they meet dozens of people living their lives as peaceful as possible away from military forces, corporations, and corrupt governments; and they learn that the same mutated ghouls that took down Opportunity are spreading rapidly through the country, destroying everything in their path. Will this finally be the end of the world as we know it?

taglist (opt in/out)

@shellibisshe, @florbelles, @ncytiri, @hibernationsuit, @stars-of-the-heart;

@vvanessaives, @katsigian, @radioactiveshitstorm, @estevnys, @adelaidedrubman;

@celticwoman, @rindemption, @carlosoliveiraa, @noirapocalypto, @dickytwister;

@killerspinal, @euryalex, @ri-a-rose, @velocitic, @thedeadthree

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

Oops all doctors! playlists for the terror (2018) ft. a special guy ;)

Below are the doctors playlists! Each was so fun to make, especially Goodsir's and I think Peddie's was pretty fun too. I'd like to thank the one discord server im a part of, if ur in the wardroom thanks for helping me spark such huge inspiration for McDonald's playlist which I also think is extremely good. Well I'm actually so biased these all four slap hard. AND IN HONOR OF DJ DOLL EYES, I am also unleashing Jopson's playlist to the world (he gets to be first bc its his big birthday where hes NOT dying, bc all the doctors are here to ward off scurvy). So if you wanted an example of what I think mister doll eyes is listening to when he isn't always putting others first even in fictional playlists

Thomas Jopson [LINK]-

Red Wine Supernova by Chappell Roan || The Rose Captain by Sea Wolf || Service Bell by Grizzly Bear, Feist || Oom Sha La La by Haley Heynderickx || Water Tower by The Mountain Goats || Funeral by Tele Novella || Hell Of A Ride by FIZZ || They're Cheap (I'm Free) by Skating Polly || Heart Hensoukyoku "Mugen" No. 1 Ren Hatanchou by Yumi Morio || Does Your Mother Know by ABBA || Tonight I'm Wearing Silk by Vundabar || Shame, Shame, Shame- Vocals by Shirley & Company || Right By Your Side - Remastered by Eurythmics, Annie Lenox, Dave Stewart || Bloodsucking Whore by Ezra Furman, The Harpoons || Hot Mess by girli || Better by The Honeysticks Ricky Montgomery || Waiting For The Man- Remastered by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark || Smalltown Boy- Spotify Single by Orville Peck || Downtown by Petula Clark

Dr. Goodsir [LINK]-

Bathed In Sound by Cosmo Sheldrake || Photosynesthesia by Louie Zong || Sparkbird by Sparkbid || Worms by Viagra Boys || FUNGUS by The Narcissist Cookbook || Crabwalk by Party in the Hills || Nature Song by Twain || Things She Said by Chris Garneau || Ravens by Reno Shaw || Journey To Wherever We May Go by Grand Commander || Almost Was Good Enough by Songs: Ohia, Jason Molina || Remember Something Beautiful by Machinery of the Human Heart || I Make Too Many Mistakes by Foresight || Museum by Kitsch Club || Drunken Stars by Minimall || Closer by The Tiny, Elle-Kari || The Mouth by Honey and the Sting || A Darkness In My Soul by Solid Space || Changes Shape by Cosmic Johnny || On My Own by Three Days Grace

Dr. McDonald [LINK]-

Here Comes The Summer by The Fiery Furnaces || Look Me in the Heart by Tina Turner || The Cat-Song by Laura Nyro || Tyriya & Ramakrishna by Alice Coltrane || Too Close for Comfort by Eartha Kitt || Some Become Strangers by Stevie Nicks || I Wake Up Slow by Dory Previn || Turn, Turn, Turn (To Everything There Is A Season) by Nina Simone || Down Where The Valleys Are Low (Remastered) by Judee Sill || Stoned Soul Picnic by Julie London || Until I Met You by Mavis Staples || How Deep It Goes by Heart || So Goes Love- Demo by Carole King || All I Want by The Supremes || Quitting Time by The Roches || Cool Dry Place by Katy Kirby || Ibiza by Butcher Brown || Komorebi by ARTEMIS || In the Winter- Remastered by Janis Ian || Ocean City by Charming Disaster

Dr. Stanley [LINK]-

Love -> Building on Fire 2005 Remastered by Talking Heads || Mendelssohn: 3 Preludes and Fugues, Op. 37, No. 1 in C Minor: Prelude, MWVW21 by Felix Mendelssohn, Stephen Cleoburry || City of Electric Light by Chad VanGaalen || Country Death Song by Violent Femmes || The Man on the Burning Tightrope by Firewater || Vanilla by Jack Stauber || Feathers by Man Man || Fanfare by Jacques-Nicolas Lemmens, Gerard Brooks || Starving In The Belly Of A Whale by Tom Waits || Always Alone by Johnny Cash || Apple Tree by Marika Hackman || Birdland by The Afghan Whigs || Complicated Creation by Cloud Cult || Incinerate by Sonic Youth || Clap Your Hands! by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah || Buckets of Fun by Sidney Gish || Perfect Fit by Clues || Golden Age by Chris Staples || Them Heavy People by Kate Bush || With Dreams of Adventure, I Smoke my Longpipe Beneath the Stars by Hole Dweller

Dr. Peddie [LINK]-

snake by Sadurn || Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole by Martha Wainwright || 285 HZ Mend Your Wounds by Manifestation Frequencies || This is Not Who I Am by Joanna Sternberg || (Electricity) by Courtney Barnett || Easy Violence by Sun June || Don't Think About Me by Laura Stevenson || Stabbed to Death Outside of San Juan by The Mountain Goats || Shadi by Petrojvic Blasting Company || 395 HZ Inner Transformation Vibes by Manifestation Frequencies || I'm In The World by Moondog || Phantom of the Opera - 2015 Remastered by Iron Maiden || All of My Friends by River Whyless || Jennifer by Faust || Nugget by CAKE || 528 HZ Open Your Heart by Manifestation Frequencies || Honey in the Hair by Blackbird Raum || Allah, Allah, Allah by mewithoutYou || Genetic Engineering by X-Ray Spex || The Unthinking Majority by Serj Tankian

[pixiemage]

I’ve recently re-read your magebound au and was wondering if you had anymore snippets you would be willing share :)/nf

Ahhh hi! I'm glad you enjoyed it!!!

I honestly love that AU so much. I really need to get back to it when I can; there are a LOT of people whose stories I have planned out in my head, I just haven't had time to work on them hah.

That being said, if you're curious to see a character I haven't posted anything for yet, I HAVE been working a little scene in recent weeks for a prompt I got a while back. I made an MCYT Playlist Prompt two months ago, and then I immediately got busy after making it and didn't have time to do it lol...but this request from @i-am-oshawott caught my attention:

[Playlist D, Track 3] Magebound - "My Heart is Split" by Kerrigan Lowdermilk

It's a song I associate with Grian in this AU, for obvious reasons once you listen to it and read what I have written for it so far! <3 Enjoy!

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(...)

Grian felt as though perhaps he should be more grateful. If it weren’t for Mumbo, he was sure he never would have survived out there alone in the woods, as injured as he’d been after escaping the Watcher Coven. The fact that someone had found him and brought him to safety was a blessing in and of itself.

The Hermits were kind too, kind and a little kooky…the best kind of company to keep, in Grian’s opinion. Xisuma had been more than welcoming and Stress had been a spot of upbeat and chaotic positivity as she helped him heal. His wings were almost back to flight-ready thanks to False’s advice, and with the potions Joe Hills had been brewing for him, his magical core was finally feeling closer to normal than it had in years.

(Not that it would ever be normal again, as much as he hated to acknowledge it. The experiments the Watcher Coven had performed on him to strengthen his magic in order to better their own…he was sure it was practically irreversible. The most Joe’s potions could do was help him stabilize so he could regain full control over his magic again. For that, he would always be thankful.)

But back to the point…he thought perhaps he should be more grateful for all the Hermits had done for him, all the kindness and care they had provided in his time under their protection. But…something was missing.

Or rather, Grian was missing something.

He missed his home. He missed his flock. He missed the Evolution community and the mages that resided there, the other familiars like him who he had grown up with, and the witches and hybrids that he’d come to call his family. Martyn and BigB and Taurtis and the rest…

And Jimmy and Pearl. Grian heaved a sigh and drew his knees to his chest where he was sitting on the front stoop of Mumbo’s home. He rested his cheek on his knees and gazed unseeingly out over the lawn. He probably missed his siblings the most. Pearl may not have been a blood relative, but she was as close to a sister as he’d ever had, and up until the Watchers had taken him Grian couldn’t remember a day he hadn’t spent alongside his little brother Jimmy.

It had been years since then. Jimmy wasn’t a teenager anymore, was he? He’d probably lost all the juvenile plumage in his familiar form, and Grian hadn’t been there to see it.

…but Jimmy was still alive at least, and for that, Grian would gladly give another thousand days in captivity if it required.

The door creaked open behind him, but Grian didn’t bother moving.

“Oh! Grian! Hullo, I was just about to look for you.” A shadow fell over Grian and he glanced up to see Mumbo leaning over him, a small smile peeking out from beneath his mustache.

“It is lunch already?” Grian asked, wondering how long he’d actually been outside, but Mumbo shook his head.

“Not quite, mate,” he told him. He sidestepped Grian and trotted down the front steps. He must have been working on some invention or another because he was missing his jacket and tie, and Grian could see red smudges on his rolled-up shirtsleeves. “Xisuma just sent me a message. He’s got a surprise for you at the center of the village. C’mon.”

Grian made a face at Mumbo’s extended hand.

“I don’t like surprises,” he whined, his one unbandaged wing slumping against his back. “Can’t you just tell me what it is?”

“Sorry buddy, X didn’t say.” At least Mumbo looked apologetic about it. “I’ll stick with you though. If you wanna duck on out, I can cause a distraction.”

Grian pondered this. It seemed like a fair enough offer. So with a very put-upon sigh Grian took the offered hand, letting Mumbo drag him to his feet amid Grian’s undertone grumbling.

“It had better be a good distraction,” Grian told him flatly after a moment of silent walking. “Lots of flair and pizzaz.”

“Oh, absolutely!” Mumbo nodded. “I can do pizzaz. I’m Mr. Pizzaz. Mr. Mumbo Flair-Pizzaz Jumbo. Master of distraction.”

Grian had to fight against the grin that threatened to overtake his expression.

“Good to know I’ve got an expert,” he quipped, hearing the laughter under his own words. “Does Mr. Pizzaz have a business card? I’d love to recommend you to my friends.”

“Yup! Definitely!” Mumbo said, mirth starting to seep into his voice. “Business cards by the boatload. I could get you one the second we’re back at my place. They’ve got - ya know - glitter, and beveled edges, and everything–”

“Glitter?” Grian gaped at him, finally letting out a proper laugh. “Who puts glitter on business cards?”

“Well - well Mr. Pizzaz, obviously,” Mumbo chuckled brightly, his mustache curling upward with his grin. “Careful around him, it’s infectious. Once you go glitter you never go back–”

Grian snorted and fell into giggles, rolling his eye at his newfound friend. It was a shame they hadn’t met sooner. Their senses of humor were such a perfect fit…and in the aftermath of the horrors he’d endured at the hands of the Watchers, Mumbo had become an unignorable bright spot amid the shadows.

Perhaps Xisuma had seen it from the start. Perhaps he’d placed Grian in Mumbo’s care for that very reason.

They were approaching the center of the village by now, and Grian felt his feathers stand on end against his will. He didn’t like the unpredictable. He used to, he was sure he used to - he was certain surprises once held a good connotation once upon a time - but as it stood the unpredictable had come to mean danger in recent years. The unexpected held too much risk, too much fear. Perhaps Mumbo could tell that his humor had only been a half-successful distraction because the back of his hand brushed against Grian’s, an awkward attempt at comfort.

“Like I said,” Mumbo told him in an undertone, “if you need out you let me know, an’ we’ll go. But whatever X has got planned can’t be bad. Right?”

Grian nodded stiffly. Right. Right. Xisuma had been nothing but kind. They all had, really. He took a deep, shaking breath and tried to reign in his anxiety. He had nothing to fear here. It was called a Sanctuary for a reason.

…voices met his ears. Bright voices. Painfully familiar voices. Grian’s breath caught in his lungs and he swallowed past a lump in his throat, his eyes widening and a fragile, careful hope welling in his chest.

They rounded the corner. Sun-yellow feathers caught his eye, and he froze…and it was suddenly very difficult to breathe.

Jimmy was there by the fountain, taller than the last time Grian had seen him, with shorter hair and longer limbs and a little less of the boyish look he’d had as a teen. His wings were on full display - properly grown in now, though his feathers were just a tiny bit messy - and he was slightly turned away from Grian. He was bickering with Martyn - Martyn - over something Grian couldn’t make out, the feathers around his ears flared. Martyn looked older too, though somehow exactly the same, the same familiar fond exasperation on his face as he spoke with Jimmy that Grian had seen hundreds of times. There was a tension in his brow too, one that matched Jimmy’s, one that matched Pearl’s. Pearl was there too, a rich red traveling cloak hanging around her shoulders that Grian remembered had once belonged to her aunt. She was less animated than Martyn or Jimmy, her arms folded tight over her chest as she chewed on her nails, glancing between them silently.

She was the first to spot Grian.

Pearl’s eyes landed on him and Grian could hear her gasp from across the courtyard, catching the attention of Martyn and then Jimmy in quick succession. They turned to follow her eye and fell immediately silent, their expressions shifting through too many emotions for Grian to even try and decipher. Not that it even mattered. They were here. They were real. They were–

“Grian,” Pearl breathed, and it was like a spell broke.

“Grain!” Jimmy was running toward him in an instant with the others hot on his heels, and Grian met him in the middle on unstable legs. He and his brother crashed together in an engulfing hug on impact, clinging to each other like a lifeline, with the desperation of those who feared the other would vanish if they even dared to let go. Pearl crowded in on the right and Martyn on the left, a warm hand on his shoulder and another on his arm and fingers clinging to the sweater on his back.

Grian sobbed before he even knew he was crying, shaking in Jimmy’s arms and not caring that he was probably leaving damp patches of tears on the shoulder of his brother’s shirt. He didn’t care.

They were here. They were alive. They were okay. It was all worth it.

“I can’t believe it,” Martyn choked out, an emotional laugh in his words. “When they told us they found you, I didn’t - I could hardly believe it. We’ve been looking for so long–”

“Told you he’d make it,” Jimmy said shakily. “I told you. I did. I said–” His breath hitched and his wings shuddered, curling forward around the little group where Grian’s one unbandaged wing had fallen slack. “–I said ‘He’s Grian, he’d never give up. He’s stronger ‘n that.’ And I was right. I was - I was right.”

Grian chuckled wetly, weakly, unsteadily, leaning into his flock and burying himself in the feeling of home.

(...)

[botanikos]

Adding to my rp wishlist and/or verses later: AU where Stolas is a Sinner & works in the sex industry with/like Angel. And yes, they are best friends. How did you know?

[lunar-wandering]

the funniest thing about seeing everyone thinking that LMK s5 will drop in the next like two days is that i Know. i have knowledge.

the chinese site that normally updates to list the new episodes (via increasing the number on the playlist without actually showing the episodes) a week before they release.... hasn't updated.

gang. y'all. there's at LEAST another week before that shit drops. chill out.

[jula483]

since it's the last day of pride month, please enjoy Rhett and Link wishing us Happy Pride in Washington DC 😇

[fadeintolight]

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[pinkflipphonez]

to the folks who make ship playlists involving alfred, I need yall to know 2000's rnb exists and yall are missing out on some HITS

[risingsunresistance]

cant share my spotify wrapped this year bc i've been using vlc instead

[demons-i-get]

WHERE are my heart-rending, soul crushing destiel edits set to Devils Don't Fly by Natalia Kills, huh? WHERE ARE THEY?

LISTEN to this song and TELL ME it isn't destiel. That's right. You CAN'T!!!!

[citylighten]

In honor of today, May 4, being the day Dear Diary began I'm posting my very lengthy, very personal playlist for Sal & Eve. Originally made in 2022, there are 52 57 songs are compiled here! The songs are largely primarily Pop, Rap and R&B. Some of this music is new! But some you may remember from the early 2000s.

[youreyeson1y]

never thought i'd hear chk chk boom be played at our school field on the speakers but we gone done it lol