#they remind me of the song the view between villages by noah kahan

[ghostcond]

not to be dramatic or anything, but i care so deeply about the dynamic between the gryphonbanes and duncan, regardless of the version of the triton avenue quest. i want to know what duncan did for suzie to have faith in him to help save her brother. i want to see the part of duncan that reached his hand out to help artur and the yw save suzie. i wholeheartedly believe that suzie and artur would not have let duncan go on that downward spiral without a fight if they knew what he was going through. i want to know that they tried. and i want them to try again

[shrekgogurt]

Hello! Long time no see. Thank you for all the tags in my absence. True blue adulthood has been kicking me in the proverbial balls. (Being overworked and underpaid and forced to engage in power struggles with other people’s children leaves very little time for creativity.) EDIT: okay I just got back from my second job and this one student made me laugh my ass off so I like kids again. Also, I forgot my headphones so I’m writing this to you from a very dismal bus ride since one of the only things keeping me sane is listening to the Anne of Green Gables audiobooks on my commutes. (You really gotta romanticize the mundane if you’re gonna survive in this world.)

And because of the Anne Shirley of it all, inspiration is striking every once in awhile. I’m writing, I suppose. Progress is incremental and I’m sorry there’s been such a lapse between IKABIKAM chapters. This one is very intense and I’m plagued by self-doubt and lack of motivation.

Allow me to indulge in a meaty WIPsday. I bring to you two excerpts relating to two songs that are heavily inspiring me for this chapter. One excerpt is Baz. One excerpt is Simon. But do not be fooled, the songs are for both of them at different times. The common theme? ANGER.

The View Between Villages (Extended) by Noah Kahan

The road turns from asphalt to cobblestone as we pass definitively back in time. The moat. The ramparts. The inner gate. It doesn’t evade me that Snow avoids looking at one thing for too long.

Memories flood my vision, haunting the Great Lawn with dozens of mirages. I breathe them in—all the feelings, all the Sunday afternoons, all the petty fights and words I wish I’d never said. They pass by, but refuse to land in the past. Not while we’re still moving through it.

Seventeen Going Under by Sam Fender

I stare at a portrait of a young Davy Cadwallader. Seventeen. Full of fire. No blood on his hands yet. The glossy picture frame glares my reflection back at me. My thin frown is shrouded in shadows of my father—a pair of sad, angry eyes split between us. I think about how punchable his face is and then how half of it’s my own.

It’s a marvel that Baz is the one with a permanently broken nose.

@artsyunderstudy @brilla-brilla-estrellita @bookish-bogwitch @captain-aralias @cutestkilla

@emeryhall @excalisbury @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @forabeatofadrum

@hjartasalt @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ic3-que3n @ineffable-grimm-pitch

@j-nipper-95 @larkral @letraspal @lookinforavampire @martsonmars @messofthejess

@mitranian @monbons @moodandmist @mooncello @ninemagicks

@onepintobean @palimpsessed @prettygoododds @raenestee @rbkzz

@rimeswithpurple @roomwithanopenfire @theearlgreymage @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon

@urban-sith @valeffelees @wellbelesbian @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

[quixoticall]

The View Between Villages

Summary: Steve Harrington offers to be your ghostly tour guide after your mysterious, unexpected death.

AN: Hiiiii, if you’ve been wondering where I’ve been then, first of all thank you for thinking of me, and secondly, I have been sick with bronchitis for weeks. Tbh I never understood in Regency novels where they would make such a huge deal about someone being sick until now. That shit took me out. Anyway, in my convalescence I watch the show, School Spirits and I couldn’t help but see the similarities between Wally and Steve—both men of the 80s, hot labrador retriever jocks with a compulsive need for parental approval? So, that’s how this lil piece was born. I would love to continue writing in this universe so please, if you have any requests, send them in! In the meantime, I am hard at work on This Could Get Ugly and a lovely lil Eddie number inspired by another Noah Kahan song.

Warnings: School Spirit!AU, Major Character Death, talks about own death, brief mention of violence and death, angst, this is sad! Ghost!Steve and Ghost?Reader

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!reader

WC: 2K

It’s Steve Harrington who first declares you dead. Admittedly it takes you an embarrassingly long time to realize, it wasn’t like they sent out notices for these types of things either, as convenient as a note would’ve been:

To Whom it May Concern:

We regret to inform you that on February 12 of this year, you will unfortunately perish under unclear circumstances in the city of Chicago, Illinois at Northwestern University. Please make sure to get your affairs in order before the set date.

No, none of that, instead you had attended three whole lectures before noticing that no one was acknowledging you—not your professors when you raised your hand; not your classmates when you asked if they could loan you a pencil; not even your best friend when you ran into him in the hall. You thought it could’ve been a weird prank. Then the news began to spread, you were missing. Reported by your roommate after not having come home from a late-night study session at the library. And then they found traces of blood in the boiler room of the library’s basement.

Still, you thought to yourself, maybe you were having a really long terrible dream. Or maybe you were in a coma. Or doing one of those VR headset things. Or maybe you were dead and cursed to spend the rest of eternity haunting the very campus where you died.

Your friends were never the gym type, which is why you end up at the school’s pool in an effort to avoid the pain and desperation you feel every time you see their tired but still-hopeful faces.

That’s where you see him. Or, more importantly, where he sees you. You first spot him sitting at the edge of the pool, observing the ongoing swim team practice and are immediately struck.

Sure, you may be stuck in some weird reality where you may or may not be dead but you can still appreciate a hot person. Especially one as handsome as Pool Guy who’s striped swim trunks sit low on his hips and he has a smattering of dark hair trailing from his belly button almost up to the base of his neck. Thick, chestnut-colored hair swoops in his handsome face in golden-touched waves and gracefully frame a pair of honey-hued eyes. Of course you were going to stare.

You’re sure you stare for an indecent amount of time, but it wasn’t like that mattered, you remind yourself, you’re invisible to him like you are to everyone else.

Except you’re not invisible to him because Pool Guy was making eye contact and worse, he was waving, solidifying the fact that he is very aware of your presence. He can see you.

“Hi, you must be new here. I’m Steve Harrington, class of ‘86,” he introduces himself, with way too much verve once he swims over to where you’re still frozen in place.

“You can see me?” You ask, once you find your voice, “How can you see me?”

You reach out to grasp his offered hand and to your shock, your fingers don’t go straight through his, like it would with anyone else’s. Instead you’re enveloped in the warm solid grasp of his hand.

He cracks a smile at this, “because I’m dead too. Which, I totally get you’re probably wondering how someone this good-looking could’ve died so young but i will—“

“Dead?” you squeak out.

“Sorry,” he says with an awkward grimace, “I know not everyone likes that term, um, how do you identify—?“

You cut him off once again, “I didn’t know I was dead.”

It’s his turn to be confused.

“Really? Most people are really quick about putting it together. When they see their body the memories all come back. I mean even I put it together and I was never the smartest even before the accident—oh, shit. You’re the missing girl. The one from all the flyers.”

Clearly he’s referencing the myriad HAVE YOU SEEN ME? flyers with your face on them that paint the campus. Up until now, you had been categorically missing not dead, and now that someone has spoken your fate out loud, you’re certain it is all but sealed.

“Listen, I am so sorry. Let me go get someone who’s way better at this than I—“ you cut off his apologetic rambling,

“I need to leave right now.”

Before he can say anything else you’re running in the opposite direction as quickly as you can.

You don’t go back to the pool after that.

Being dead wasn’t so bad. Sure, you had spent a solid five weeks distraught over the loss of the life you had once lived and mourning everything you will never get to do. And yeah, it was a uniquely painful type of loneliness getting to see all your friends and never getting to interact with them, especially during those first few weeks when your disappearance was hot on everyone’s lips and heavy in the hearts of your friends. But outside of all that, being dead was okay. At least, you didn’t have to submit any more papers or do laundry.

After your encounter with Steve Harrington, class of ‘86, you decide to hole up in the library. You desperately convince yourself that if you search the shelves enough you’ll be able to find something in one of the many books that talk about the afterlife that might provide you some clarity about your newfound ghostly status. Surely there’d have to be something helpful. Anything. A ghost manual, perhaps or some graduate research paper about being stuck in between realms. You’d easily settle for a Chicken Soup for the Ghostly Soul.

Or you think traitorously to yourself, a tour guide to the afterlife, someone who has experience with being dead and a great set of abs. Every time you’re close to convincing yourself to go back to the pool, the embarrassment of your mortifying first encounter pulls you back. No way you were going to see him again. Just because you were dead didn’t mean you’d lost all your dignity.

Your internal back-and-forth ends up not mattering because he ends up coming to you.

You spot his well-coifed head maneuvering through the tall shelves from where you’ve holed yourself up on the fourth floor mezzanine and watch as he weaves through the unassuming crowd, completely unnoticed, just like you.

He’s wearing clothes this time, which both disappointing and surprising since you haven’t quite figured out the mechanics or social expectations of how often ghosts should be changing clothes. In a pair of snug-fitted jeans with a Northwestern Athletics sweatshirt and a pair of high top Nikes, he takes the winding steps up to your unofficial perch two at a time . If this is what he looks like some 40 years dead, you can’t imagine what he looked like when he had a pulse, it must have been like staring into the sun.

“Hi,” he offers tentatively when he approaches, like he’s sure you’ll run off spooked.

“Hi.”

“Sorry to bother you, it’s just, well, my friend Robin told me she saw you here and I wanted to come by and apologize for what happened. At the pool. I truly had no idea, sometimes I just say things without thinking, which I am working on, trust me.”

You smile, appreciative but defeated, part of you was hoping he was coming up here to tell you that there had been some sort of mistake.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault, it was just a bit of shock, is all. I guess I’m still adjusting to this whole being dead thing,” you joke weakly.

“Yeah, about that, if you ever need help adjusting or learning the ropes or anything like that, I—we are always happy to help. There’s a few of us that band together and we’d love to have you. Truly,” he claws nervously at the back of his head as he makes his offer the tip of his sneaker digging into the worn library carpet.

“Thanks,” you say, genuinely, “I really appreciate that.”

He looks at you now, finally, and his gaze is golden, warm honey and it’s like a shot to the chest. Like you’ve promised him the moon. A hand is extended towards just slightly, a twitch, and you realize he’s expecting you to take it.

“I can’t right now, though,” you say, lamely and you watch his smile waver. Quickly you add, ”I need some time, I think, before it becomes permanent. If I go with you, I’m dead. Alone up here, I’m still just missing. Does that…make sense?”

He nods, furiously, “It makes total sense. You can come find me by the pool whenever you’re ready. I will be there.”

He makes a move to leave and you register the paper in his hand for the first time. It’s a flyer with your face on it, different than all the ones before.

“Wait, what is that?” You ask, fingers skimming the plush of his sweatshirt to get his attention.

“Oh, um,” he swallows thickly, “they’re having a vigil for you tonight, I wasn’t sure if you’d seen or if you were going, but if you were going, I was going to see if you wanted some company. “

His voice is small now and the regret is etched thickly on his face.

Fingers shaking, you extend a hand out for the flyer. Steve sighs but gently places it in your trembling grasp nonetheless.

It’s true, what he said about the vigil, you had no clue. You’re not sure how long you spend staring at your own face, long enough for the words to stop making sense, but not long enough for them to stop meaning anything.

Steve stays the entire time and when you sink to the floor, tear tracks heavy on your cheeks, he sinks with you. You cry, and he stays.

“I can’t go,” you admit, and then, in the same breath, plea, “How can I go?”

Next to you, Steve lets out a shuttering sigh.

“When I died, they did something similar, my parents came down from Indy and everything. I couldn’t bring myself to go either. But shit, maybe if I did, I would’ve gotten what I needed to move on from here. Closure or whatever. Or maybe not, who knows? But I will never know and I would hate for you to never know.”

It’s still too hard to go you decide, but you can’t pretend it’s not happening. Instead, the two of you sit on the roof of the library, feet dangling over the ledge watch a river of candlelight flowing through the center of campus. You can hear, faintly, as your friends make speeches talking about how kind you were, how good, how funny and undeserving until their voices fail from holding back tears.

You cry the whole time, but you don’t regret it.

The two of you stay sitting there far past the end, Steve’s arms wrapped around you, holding the pieces of you together.

After, when you’ve had enough of it all and the last candle has gone out, you turn to Steve and say, “thank you, that did make me feel better. You were right.”

He chuckles wryly.

“I don’t hear that I’m right very often,” he admits before cracking another smile, “but I could get used to hearing it, especially from you. Now, what do you say about getting some ice cream? No offense, but that thing was a total downer.”

You laugh, genuinely, not only at his joke, but the absurdity of it all before playfully shoving his shoulder. In response, Steve pretends to lose his balance and almost fall of the ledge and you both know it’s silly but it makes you smile so it’s worth it.

Dying is probably the worst thing that has ever happened to you, but at least you are not alone.

[trohpi]

songs that remind me of the marauders era:

characters

sirius - hollow prayers by d4vd

regulus - carry me out by mitski

andromeda - andromeda by weyes blood

remus - the view between villages by noah kahan

ships

wolfstar - black star by radiohead

jegulus - twilight by bôa

marylily - say yes to heaven by lana del rey

prongsfoot - heather by conan gray

regulily - i know you by faye webster

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

The View Between Villages (Noah Kahan)

A minute from home but I feel so far from it/The death of my dog, the stretch of my skin/It's all washin' over me, I'm angry again/The things that I lost here, the people I knew/They got me surrounded for a mile or two

"It hit me so fucking hard the first time I heard it and I'm still not sure why. Noah Kahan is one of those artists that reaches into your head and pulls out all of your feeling and takes them and expresses them so well. His music and this song specifically just make me want to lay in bed and sob sometimes"

Karma (AJR)

I've been so good, I've been helpful and friendly/I've been so good, why am I feeling empty?/I've been so good, I've been so good this year/I've been so good, but it's still getting harder/I've been so good, where the hell is the karma?/I've been so good, I've been so good this year

i try to explain the good faith that's been wasted / but after an hour, it sounds like complaining / wait, don't go away, can i lie here forever? / you say that i'm better, why don't i feel better? / the universe works in mysterious ways / but i'm starting to think it ain't working for me / doctor should i be good, should i be good this year?

You say that I'm better, why don't I feel better?/The universe works in mysterious ways/But I'm starting to think it ain't working for me/Doctor, should I be good, should I be good this year?

"The song embodies what it feels like to try with everything you have just to be unrecognised and pushed aside. To be overlooked and for people to not see your struggles. Each line is written with so much energy and emotion, not to mention how the last verse hits you like a truck. It's become a song that I resonate a lot with and so do a lot of other people."

"It makes me want to cry every time I listen to it, the emotion build at the end of the song makes my chest hurt, and the lyrics fit me way too well and its. aaoiuuhhgg"

"It is exactly what it feels like to struggle with depression, self-loathing, etc. I sob every time I listen to it or even think of it (I’m tearing up right now). It’s just so painful to be reminded that I genuinely used to feel that way constantly, and that I still struggle with it. And of course, the instrumental just feels like the inside of my brain."

"It's like, the feeling when you're trying your best, to be a good person, to be liked by everyone, and still end up getting nothing, your not happy(er) or better, you just still feel lonely and like it was all for nothing, and you end up asking yourself "does it even matter?" and you want to get help, to get better, to feel better, but still, it all feels the same."

Poll Runner: THESE LYRICS WILL DESTROY YOU. Especially the final verse/bridge where the singer just launches into one long breath of really raw lyrics - that's what ajr is all about. Destroying you with words that are real. And the way it’s sung too. AJR knows their way around a song SO SO WELL and every piece of it adds up to a perfect musical representation of a depressive spiral

Karma submitted by @space-shuttle-discovery + others

[ghostie-in-wonderland]

Songs that remind me of the Obey Me Characters

some angst, some fluff

Lucifer: 

Eleanor Rigby – Cody Fry  Experience – Ludovico Einaudi  Colors – Halsey IDK he gives the gray vibe for like someone else’s blue (probably MC’s or his brothers)  All Too Well (10 Minute Version) – Taylor Swift 

Mammon: 

The Exit – Conan Gray The dude does everything for his family and has not healed one bit. Someone give this dude a hug fr.  Right Here – Chase Atlantic He’s always there for everyone else, and he’s honestly someone who’s MC’s ride or die. Consume – Chase Atlantic  Something in the Orange – Zach Bryan I think if he did something that caused MC and him to separate and go different ways, he’d be in the like top 5 listeners of this song within like four days. The Moon Will Sing – The Crane Wives Once again, does everything for everyone else and to make them feel better. He loves his brothers and MC so much that he gives up everything for them. Idk the lyrics “I shine only with the light you gave me” feels very Mammon-coded. 

Leviathan: 

How to Save a Life – The Fray  The Other Side of Paradise – Glass Animals  Heat Waves – Glass Animals 

Satan: 

Cosmic Love – Florence and the Machine Arsonist’s Lullabye – Hozier  Almost (Sweet Music) – Hozier I head cannon that he often feels like a replica/attempt of a replica of Lilith until MC gets there and he just suffers with feeling second best.  Better Man – 5 Seconds of Summer He tries to be a better person for MC especially (and for cats). 

Asmodeus: 

Someone to Stay – Vancouver Sleep Clinic Sort of goes hand in hand with the next one, but I think being the Avatar of Lust causes a lot of issues for him in that he is only seen as someone to sleep with and nothing more and I head cannon that he craves more than that. (Honestly, you can see multiple instances where it’s clear he does)  Someone to You – Banners  S&M – Rihanna  I can just see him loving Rihanna. Breakin’ Dishes – Rihanna 

Beelzebub: 

Alice – Peggy  The View Between Villages – Noah Kahan I think he finds it difficult and upsetting in seeing the differences between the Devildom and the Celestial Realm. I think it hurts him in a way to think about life before the fall and doesn’t feel worthy of his previous home.  Try – P!nk  Viva La Vida – Coldplay 

Belphegor: 

Northern Attitude – Noah Kahan Except his “northern attitude” is just murder… and he tries to do so multiple times.  Fight or Flight – Conan Gray I think he would rather die than to cry in front of people. He seems emotionally constipated (and makes it other people’s problems).   

Diavolo:  

S.O.S – Jonas Brothers  The One That Got Away – Katy Perry  City is Ours – Big Time Rush I mean he is the ruler of the Devildom. 

Barbatos: 

No body, no crime – Taylor Swift Ft. HAIM If you called him for help he’d have one question… why didn’t you ask him sooner?  Jackie and Wilson – Hozier  House of the Rising Sun – The Animals He just gives old New Orleans vibes… I can’t explain it. He also just gives the vibe of this song, maybe not the lyrics (depending on your head cannons), but definitely the instrumental part.

Simeon: 

Ophelia – The Lumineers  Breakeven – The Script After the war and all, I think he really wished that life would go back to normal, but it didn’t. I think he struggles with a sort of guilt from being on a side away from those he considers brothers, no matter what the war was about. I think he wants his family back and he doesn’t know how to and he feels overwhelmed and like he is drowning in guilt.  Waiting for Superman – Daughtry  Mind over Matter – Young the Giant 

Solomon: 

Bad Omens – 5 Seconds of Summer He stays and helps MC through it all, despite there being times, something he even admits to, of MC leaving him. MC could choose him sometimes, but Solomon would choose them every single time. Unknown/Nth – Hozier Solomon is pretty much a lonely sorcerer and the only one fighting for the human realm a majority of the time. When MC comes along and (depending on y’alls choices) hint at being willing to help protect the realm, he probably feels a weight lift off his shoulders, while another one is placed on his shoulders.  Black and White – Niall Horan  Work Song – Hozier I don’t think anything could stop him from being there for MC. I mean, a timeline sure as hell didn’t. 

[valyrfia]

Who would I be if I didn't express my useless opinion to a random blog, but I just want to say why I record concerts and hopefully you won't attack me for it too much.

If I hadn't recorded (parts of) my harry styles concert when I went I would not be able to experience the feeling I had there again. Not because I forgot but because I was too overwhelmed. So overwhelmed to the point that I was not able to enjoy I just stood there. I didn't record much (because of the reasons you mentioned) but the few songs I recorded became my most prized possession. Every time I look at the videos I'm reminded that I was there and i did that. It's like the feeling lives on with the videos instead of staying there. And no, It's not the same as watching other peoples videos because the POV is mine, I am reminded of what I felt while recording and so on. And every time I rewatch my videos I wish I recorded the other songs as well. Also when I played my video in the car on my way back and heard his voice is when it hit me that I was there and heard it live. Idk maybe I was too overwhelmed and it's not the same for other people but for me, idk what I would've done with 0 videos I really don't know.

Just to give another perspective. Obviously if people are a nuisance with it it's a bad thing but I just don't think it's as black and white. It's hard to enjoy a moment when you are not really IN the moment you know? For me, I thought I would never see him live in my life so being there I was not in my own emotions enough to enjoy. 99% of my thoughts were "you are here you are here" and the other 1% was crying. I did not experience any of the music until I watched the videos later. Like I said, maybe it's just me.

I would be a hypocrite if I didn’t partially agree with you because I take my own concert videos as well (my Noah Kahan view between villages/maine are VERY prized possessions), but there’s definitely a difference between, let’s say a song and half the setlist! I think the obvious compromise for me is artists get back in the way of recording all shows/doing live albums and selling them for some fee until the end of the tour. To use Noah Kahan as an example again—his Live From Fenway album is the reason why I remember that concert so clearly is because even though that wasn’t MY concert the sound of the live voice jogs my own memories.

I think it’s a growing problem with social media making everyone forget that they are only individuals to an extent. The vibes at my concert last night were horrendous because everyone was trying to be the loudest/get the best view for their videos with no regard for the fact that this is a community as much as any place and I blame this need to be seen at certain places!

[kinlochs]

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 / LYRIC GRAVELLESE

Share at least 5 songs that you associate with or remind you of your muse!

01. Headlock - Imogen Heap

I've been walking, you've been hiding

And you look half dead half the time

Monitoring you, like machines do

You've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye

You know you're better than this

Come back and start, got your heart in a headlock

No I don't believe any of it

You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock

You know you're better than this

02. The View Between Villages - Noah Kahan

Passed Alger Brook Road, I'm over the bridge

A minute from home but I feel so far from it

The death of my dog, the stretch of my skin

It's all washin' over me, I'm angry again

The things that I lost here, the people I knew

They got me surrounded for a mile or two

The car's in reverse, I'm grippin' the wheel

I'm back between villages and everything's still

03. Voilà - Barbara Pravi (VF)

Do not leave, I'm begging you to stay for a long time

It might not save me, no

But I don't know how to live without you

Love me how you would love a friend who's leaving forever

I want to be loved, because I don't know myself how to like the shape of me

Voilà, voilà, voilà, here is who I am

Here I am, even if it's the end as I'm naked

Here I am in the noise and in rage too

Finally, look at me and my eyes and my hands

All I have is here, it's my face, it's my scream

Here I am, here I am, here I am

Voilà, voilà

Voilà, voilà

04. C'est comme ça - Paramore

In a single year I've aged one hundred

My social life, a chiropractic appointment

Sit still long enough to listen to yourself

Or maybe just long enough for you to atrophy to hell

C'est comme ça, c'est comme ça

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na

C'est comme ça, c'est comme ça

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na

I know that regression is rarely rewarded

I still need a certain degree of disorder

05. Disarm - The Civil Wars

Disarm you with a smile

And cut you like you want me to

Cut that little child

Inside of me and such a part of you

Ooh, the years burn

I used to be a little boy

So old in my shoes

And what i choose is my choice

What's a boy supposed to do?

The killer in me is the killer in you

My love

I send this smile over to you

[16woodsequ]

Are there any songs that remind you of Steve?

The View Between Villages (both original and extended.) always reminds me of Steve’s character

Okay, I've had this ask for forever because I wanted to have a moment where I could make a good list of songs that remind me of Steve.

To start off I love both those songs you mentioned. I'd actually just started listening to those songs when I got this ask and it made me appreciate them so much more thinking of Steve with them!

List of songs that remind me of Steve:

View Between Villages (Extended) by Noah Kahan

Soldier by Fleurie

I Am Just a Man Epic, the Troy Saga

Give Us a Little Love by Fallulah

Skipping Stones by Claire de Lune

Ready Aim Fire by Imagine Dragons

People Help the People by Birdy

Human by Rag'n'Bone Man

I am Not a Robot by Marina and the Diamonds

Empty by The Cranberries

Bosnia by The Cranberries

Burn Out by Imagine Dragons

Soft to Be Strong by Marina

Get Off of my Back Spirit Soundtrack

You Can't Take Me Spirit Soundtrack

Sound the Bugle Spirit Soundtrack

I Will Always Return Spirit Soundtrack

Epiphany by Taylor Swift

This is Home by Swiftfoot

Hope you enjoy looking through this list!

[highladyofdawn]

🍎!

🍎 ⇢ What’s a song that reminds you of Eris?

Lately, I’ve been obsessed with “The View Between Villages” by Noah Kahan, and that’s partly because it really made me think of Eris. Just look at these lyrics! They capture a perfect dichotomy between dejection and indignation, which I feel fits his inner situation perfectly.

A minute from home, but I feel so far from it

The death of my dog, the stretch of my skin

It's all washin' over me, I'm angry again

[jedi-enthusiast]

Songs That Remind Me of the Jedi Order

A list of songs on my "Jedi Order" playlist that give me the vibes of connecting to the Jedi.

Note: sometimes it's the lyrics that connect, sometimes it's just the vibe of the background music, sometimes it's both--take my music selection with a grain of salt.

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Homeland (Main Title) - Hans Zimmer

Run Free - Hans Zimmer

This Is Where I Belong - Bryan Adams

Where No One Goes - John Powell & Jónsi

The Secret History - The Chamber Orchestra of London

creature - half-alive

I Am the Mountain - HYDDE & Vives

The Night We Met - Lord Huran

Inkpot Gods - The Amazing Devil

The View Between Villages - Noah Kahan

Paul Revere - Noah Kahan

Safe & Sound (Taylor's Version) - Taylor Swift

End of the World - Arcando, ThatBehavior, & Neoni

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[slaymitchabernathy]

me when I find out the archive warnings were there for a reason after I consciously ignore them 😱😱

I kept telling myself that you wouldn’t do it, that HE wouldn’t do it (I guess I was right 😭)

but you did 😭

I have grown so attached to all of them and watching this boy turn into a man, a villain, and a murderer has been something else. Just watching on the sidelines and being helpless to do anything about it.

soarynn my LOVE YOU DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER 😭 poor poor poor girl she was doomed from the start with that boy.

idk if you listen to noah kahan, but I thought of his song ‘pain is cold water’ while reading this chapter. It feels like both of them at the same time.

The ending was just devastatingly perfect. I think he would have done it himself in the end whatever happened. But the moment he realises the he didn’t have the choice?? And the difference when he can’t justify his decision because it wasn’t his decision?? CRAZY. GAGGED. Soarynn slayed. My poor poor poor poor poor girl. The emotions in that last bit. she had to go along with everyone else’s decisions her whole life. With not even a semblance of choice. But she took it back 😭😭 (my interpretation anyway) I think she did with that dress.

the tHORNS OF THE ROSES CUTTING HER AND MAKING HER WHITE DRESS RED. She was so innocent and the snows took it all away from her. But she was never one of them. But they made her one of them through her own pain 😭😭. My girl had a good heart. Ur breaking my heart thinking of the children. “We always wear red” but she goes and CHANGES INTO WHITE because she’s taking her choice back.

you’ve killed me. Idk what I’m gonna do now.

oh the children!!! the entire time i thought of those sweet little babies who loved their momma more than anything else in the world.

and coryo who despised his father and yet turned into him without second thought all while justifying his own selfish thoughts & actions.

her death dress has me cheering her on even though i knew where it was going which was where it all began really. i wanted to focus on how the greenhouse is a breeding ground for both of them & the different phases of their relationship. the beginning when he gives her the locket, when he finds her hiding there during a thunder storm, when they fall asleep after their wedding. then he sees katniss before he’s executed which in my opinion is such sweet justice.

coryo loves control so when soarynn took it back from him in the end, he lost it & he lost her.

noah kahan really rings true with this story & i feel like it’s gonna hit even harder for ‘right where you left me’. one of his songs ‘the view between villages’ has always reminded me of soarynn.

thank you so much for supporting me through all of this, i always looked forward to your takes on the chapters & im glad tumblr led me to all of y’all.

talk abt invisible string theory. ;)

[myladybelle]

which songs do you think define reader? I like seeing the recommendations regarding her relationships, but overall you write about her in a very interesting way, it always makes me want to know more about her 🫶

this is such a wonderful question!!

i’m a swiftie so there are so many taylor swift songs that remind me of the reader: when emma falls in love, the prophecy, mirrorball, dorothea, clean, i can do it with a broken heart, you’re on your own kid, the archer

songs by other artists that remind me of her or define her character are: kissing other people (acoustic) by lennon stella, paris texas by lana del rey all the lyrics about self discovery ooof that’s so reader coded, the view between villages by noah kahan, matilda by harry styles definitely about her and her mother, i bet on losing dogs by mitski someone said this on my ask box and i can’t stop thinking about it, camden by gracie abrams, ribs by lorde

[mooseonahunt]

Serennedy x Noah Kahan’s Music

With the drop of Noah Kahan’s “We’ll All Be Here Forever” album, I’ve just been listening to the added songs nonstop and making connections to Serennedy (as any sane, totally normal person does).

(More on my thoughts below the cut)

Before the drop, however, I had latched onto “She Calls Me Back” as their song. I am physically unable to listen to it without thinking about them. The ones who get it, get it. The ones who don’t are gonna be subjected to my ramblings explaining the connections when I’m not exhausted.

“She Calls Me Back” is not only in my Serennedy playlist, but it’s also been so motivating while I’ve been planning out a multi-chapter Serennedy fic (started planning it in April and I’m gonna properly start writing it soon!). AND ALSO @/SNAILVEE HERE ON TUMBLR POSTED THESE DRAWINGS OF THEM WITH LYRICS FROM THE SONG.

Anyways back to WABHF— “The View Between Villages (Extended Version)” has had me SOBBING over Luis. I keep imagining him coming back to his hometown after being gone for forever and reliving everything he went through. I’m picturing the extended version in particular because of the lyrics to the outro:

The things that I lost here, the people I knew

They got me surrounded for a mile or two

Left at the graveyard, I’m driving past ghosts

Their arms are extended, my eyes start to close

The car’s in reverse, I’m grippin’ the wheel

I’m back between villages, and everything’s still

The mention of ghosts makes me think of Luis coming back to his hometown and seeing the people he grew up around lose themselves after being infected. He eventually fights and kills these infected villagers, and it’s crazy to me to imagine what he could be feeling knowing he has to gun down familiar faces if he wants to make it out of Valdelobos alive. Also, his mother died during childbirth, he never knew his father, and his grandfather was taken from him. He’d lost so much, and being back in Valdelobos was probably hell for him. How could he return to a place like that and not be constantly reminded of everything and everyone he’d lost? He’s haunted.

The last two lines are describing his death. He’s leaving his hometown again, displacing himself one last time. He’s between villages and everything’s still cuz he’s gone for good.

[manycoloureddays]

4, 10, 18 :-)

4. three songs that you know thanks to your parents

Moondance - Van Morrison was their first dance song at their wedding

Rosalita (Come Out Tonight) - Bruce Springsteen is a surefire way of getting my dad up and dancing at weddings or in their kitchen

You Look So Good - Clare Bowditch this whole album reminds me of my mum, she played it so often when it first came out!

10. three favourite Halloween/spooky songs

My Girlfriend is a Witch - October Country

Dance in the Graveyards - Delta Rae

Bust Your Kneecaps - Johnny Don't Leave Me - Pomplamoose

18. three songs that remind you of your best friend

Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now - Starship reminds me of @amberlouigi because the second time we hung out they serenaded me from the car and has been Our Song ever since

She's a Rainbow - The Rolling Stones is literally about @seymourbutz to me, she is a rainbow!!

The View Between Villages - Noah Kahan reminds me of @nefariousanglrfish because we have spent many many listens having extended break downs about it together

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

Bloodline/Difficult Things (Orla Gartland)

She was standing by the oven, a strong and stoic woman/I saw her as an equal, an a friend/And I saw myself inside her, a sobering reminder/We all become our mothers in the end

"We all become our mother in the end" !?!? Like yes, the person I am is informed by the person my mother is, I am the sum of her traumas and experiences. I understand her so much because we are the same !! "I don’t wanna run away, but you, you don’t get me, I, I keep it all in, cause we never talk about difficult things" we are exactly the same and yet you don’t get me, you won’t understand me ?? I have a lot of feelings about my relationship with my mother"

The View Between Villages (Noah Kahan)

A minute from home but I feel so far from it/The death of my dog, the stretch of my skin/It's all washin' over me, I'm angry again/The things that I lost here, the people I knew/They got me surrounded for a mile or two

"It hit me so fucking hard the first time I heard it and I'm still not sure why. Noah Kahan is one of those artists that reaches into your head and pulls out all of your feeling and takes them and expresses them so well. His music and this song specifically just make me want to lay in bed and sob sometimes"