#tommy ashby

[shy-girl04]

She is so shy, scared of the sunrise

Only calm by noon and he is a wallflower

Scared of the fallout of speaking too soon

Oooh, ooh, oh she likes his eyes

The way they baptize the morning light

Along the walk home, he steps real slow

Just to see if she's alright

Tommy Ashby

[harbingrs]

It's okay to be afraid sometimes Just don't let it leave you left behind 'cause sometimes the bad turns good And they'll call you the comeback kid I'm coming with you, nothing you do Could cause my heart to falter And in the silence, you're that light that Showed me seven wonders So lift the anchor, fuel the fire Take my hand and fly me higher I'm coming with you all the way through Show me seven wonders

[belwoodmusic]

Album Review: Tommy Ashby - Lamplighter

Tommy Ashby – Lamplighter Folk | Indie Folk 80% (more…) “”

[beri-allen]

the more you love someone (the more you want to kill them) - a wednesday x tyler playlist

a playlist about/for wednesday addams and tyler galpin, individually and together. pls scroll down for notes & credits.

Dead Man Runnin' - Seulgi A creepy voice in my ear There's a demon smiling inside me How does it feel? (*)

Haunted Heart - Christina Aguilera Watch your step when you walk to me Careful where your heart treads Suddenly you'll be in too deep You'll be caught up in my web

A Girl Like You - Tommy Ashby You give me just a taste so I want more Now my hands are bleeding and my knees are raw 'Cause now you got me crawling, crawling on the floor And I've never known a girl like you before

I Need to Know ("10" Sessions) - Kris Allen Roads in front of me Taking me astray Are you leaving me? Or are you leading the way? Can you hear what I'm saying?

Friends that Break Your Heart - James Blake And I've pushed myself to be vulnerable And then slept with one eye wide All that pain and nothing gained in the end

I Wish I Didn't Miss You - Feist You called me baby, I called you one, too Until you spoke to me with another voice You sent in spiders to fight for you I was so disappointed I didn't know what to do

The Visitor - IU He doesn’t look back He doesn’t promise me love Living everyday like an endless dance I guess I couldn’t take my eyes off him because of that (*)

Bonus Track: The More You Ruv Someone - Avenue Q Original Broadway Cast The more you ruv someone, the more you want to kill them Loving and killing fit like hand in glove So if there someone you are wanting so to kill them You go and find him, and you get him And you no kill him, 'cause chance is good He is your love

notes & acknowledgment:

i was able to create the gif, thanks to this scene pack on yt.

said gif is one of my favorite wyler moments. i talked about the reason under the epilogue of my latest fic (shameless promo).

decided to make an old-school, livejournal-style playlist. instead of embedding a player, i'm attaching the spotify link to each song (lj users probably remember when we used to attach a link to download the songs lololol).

songs are basically the tunes i listen to when writing about them, and i just had to put xtina's "haunted heart" in it because, well, it's already an addams family song.

my favorite one is probably the bonus track, and i wish someone with talent (=not me) could make a wyler edit with the song lol.

for non-english songs, i added links to the translations.

[missmaniac25]

Ateez as songs off of my soft songs playlist:

Ok, I accidentally deleted this post and had to go back and do it again. So before I cry, let me post it and then close all the tabs so i cant do it again Album: Golden Hour

🐿️Hongjoong: When You're Wrong by Brandie Carlile

🐱Seonghwa: Box of Regrets by Mega

🐶Yunho: Amen by Amber Run

👑Yeosang: Out in the Open by Puggy, Rochelle Riser

⛰️San: Big Love Ahead by Mon Rovia

🐺Mingi: Poolside by Tommy Ashby, Lydia Clowes

🦊Wooyoung: Song Beneath the Song by Ben Abraham

🐻Jongho: Quiver by Lonas

[redvelvetcupcakes21]

My slow ass keeps forgetting this.

If Linden did play Charlie then we would get a mini Teen Wolf reunion.

I want him to play Charlie Nash.

PLEASE!

[unfortunate-arrow]

FANKIDS APPRECIATION WEEK, DAY 3: Holy Trinities

AISLING, SAOIRSE, and OISÍN LYNCH are the children of Tadhg Lynch and Niamh Kelly. Saoirse and Oisín are twins, five years younger than Aisling. They’ve generally got a good relationship, which is quite the antithesis to their father’s own sibling relationship. The three of them get on quite well, although Saoirse has a tendency to compare herself to her older sister and the twins are a bit closer to each other than they are to Aisling.

GIO, ENZO, and REVA ROVERE-PARSONS are the children of Georgie Parsons and Angelo della Rovere (@potionboy3). They usually get along alright, although the similarities between Gio and Reva can cause them to butt head and both of them are closer to Enzo than to each other. The Rovere-Parsons kids do have a good relationship, which is something their parents tried to foster in them… especially because there’s no extenuating circumstances that can cause too much damage to their sibling relationships.

MILES, JANE, and KATE O’NEILL are the children of Rory O’Neill. Miles is Rory’s son with his late first wife, Francesca Ashby, while Jane and Kate, are his twin daughters with his second wife, Ethel Malinda (@gaygryffindorgal). There’s a fourteen year age gap between Miles and the girls, which precludes a lot of chances for closeness between them during Jane and Kate’s childhood. However, as the girls grow up, their relationship with Miles grows closer and they’re able to find more in common with one another.

MAGGIE, RICHARD, and AUDREY SAPIEHA are the children of Aisling Lynch and Jojo Sapieha (@slytherindisaster). These three, in many ways, subvert expectations. Maggie’s the troublemaker, while Richard, who looks like his maternal grandfather, is the serious and responsible one and Audrey is the carefree animal lover. They generally get along, although Maggie is a bit older than Richard and Audrey. They do have a tendency to bicker a bit, but well, there’s genes from two of the Gryffindorks in these kids.

SETH, NAOMI, and CIARAN O’DONNELL are the triplet children of Conor O’Donnell and Ruth Lyman. Born shortly after Christmas, the triplets generally have a good relationship with one another. Seth, Naomi, and Ciaran are quite close and typically, their relationship is similar to their father’s relationship with his siblings. They’re rather similar to their parents and each other, which can cause some heads to butt. They’re also the youngest of the O’Donnell cousins.

WYATT, JONAH, and ZOEY MACKADE are the children of Nate MacKade and Nova Hartley (@gaygryffindorgal). Wyatt might be five years older than the twins, Jonah and Zoey, and a lot more carefree than either of them ever were, but he’s their big brother and he loves them. Jonah and Zoey love him too, even if they find him too obnoxious. Meanwhile, the twins have a strong relationship that’s prone to bickering as Zoey acts like the big sister and Jonah gets annoyed by it. Wyatt, Jonah, and Zoey love each other a lot, but like their cousins, they don’t always like each other.

LYLA, AMELIA, and TOMMY WHITTEN-MARCH are the adopted children of Thea Whitten and Noa March (@thatravenpuffwitch), although Lyla and Amelia are identical twins. Tommy joined the family last, at the age of four after the death of his father, while the twins, Lyla and Amelia were adopted as babies. Thus, it took them awhile to start forming a bond as Lyla and Amelia are also six years older than Tommy. However, they did eventually have a good relationship and prove that sibling bonds can transcend blood.

ASHER, HAZEL, and HUGH WHITTEN are the children of Jack Whitten and Sage Carridan (@kc-and-co). They have a good relationship, with Asher taking after their mother and Hazel and Hugh taking after their father. Hazel and Hugh have a slightly closer relationship than either of them have with Asher. However, this doesn’t stop a close bond from forming, as the siblings found ways to connect… commonly golf as they often accompanied their maternal grandfather to the golf course.

↳ for @endlessly-cursed’s fankid appreciation event

[whitesilverandmercury]

ff7 fic: (a)chronology of now [ 2 / ?? ]

timeline · ff7 chronology project

song pairings · francis forever, mitski / citizen/soldier, 3 doors down / the girl, city & colour / rule #9 - child of the stars, fish in a birdcage / happy just to know, tommy ashby, lydia clowes / boys club, ivory hours, luke roes / pretty boy, lennon stella / in darkness we trust, deadly circus fire / you're not alone, saosin / guilty hands, the senate / she, dodie / remind me to forget you, seafret / i've got this friend, the civil wars

content · profanity, allusions to / sexual content, blood, drug use

ships · zerith, clerith, zakkura, zack/aerith/cloud

chapter 2 / THE UNKNOWN JOURNEY AWAITS

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october [ ν ] - εγλ 0007 

He’s on a tree-lined street and the trees are glowing. They’re not trees. They’re streetlights or whatever wants to be a streetlight when it grows up. Look, a flower shop. (                          ) flower shop. Cloud is getting distracted. Chittering filament in electric store signs, twisted into word shapes like balloons twisted into animal shapes it’s so fucking loud can everyone just shut the fuck up? Someone drags a corrugated panel down over a window click click click click like emptied chambers. Go home he’s going, fuck. (        ) on the corner fixing her braid. Keep moving go back he’s staring at a wall with so many broken bones little scales layers of teeth gotta get back (      ) waiting Not teeth, fliers. A public bulletin board at the station. Papers slipping and flapping in the heave of wind from trains coming, going. Ads. Arrival/departure. City map. Hell-ooo are you in there? Lost cat. Lost child. A dog with a soldier’s helmet. (      ) puts a hand on his shoulder babe let’s go home hey buddy watch where you’re going He’s going home home home what do angels dream of?

Someone’s singing. Someone’s cooking mako derivative in a pipe in the alley (      ) cooking dinner for them, Mom’s recipe hold your fire! The fuck you staring at gotta get back get back where? Home home home. Where is (     )? Fire. Alley bricks, such a lovely texture under his hand, one glove off and shoved in his belt for safekeeping mommy what’s on his face I miss you more than anything Sir are you OK? Spent clips. I think you’re bleeding welcome to the undercity bitch Fire. (    ) laughing sunlight. (     ) laughing gunfire. Ads. Arrival/departure. Map. Lost child. Lost. Sir are you a living legacy? Dog with a soldier’s helmet. Fucking hilarious. He’s laughing about it. Hell-ooo? (       ) is waiting at home or the church (       ) says meet at the station. He’s waiting. Heave of wind, trains coming, going, someone’s picking through the trash at the corner, someone’s nailing down scrap metal roof shingles, children are scrubbing cobbled stone for chump change, can we go home, someone’s arguing with a clothesline three stories up mommy he has a (gun) big sword! Blood on the blade. Blood and dirt and rain. Give (            ) kiss for me. Green glow at the belly of a sidewinder alley busted pipe arrival/departure. Home. Cloud rubs at his face, rubs at brick, lost cat. Lost fire. Lost flower. Losing baby teeth. Lost blood. (       ) lost. Lost (        ). Lost a gil, heads up for good luck? Lost his cookies. I miss you. More than anything. Waiting. One hand still naked, one hand out trying to close his fist on the windshear of trains coming trains going trains coming trains going where are they going? Where are they leaving him behind for? Let’s go home. 

“Cloud—”

Cloud blinks. He turns to look, dirty hair dancing in and out of his face in the gust of a passing train. (      ) is elbowing her way through strangers. (She) calls his name again, dark hair swishing like the tail of a fish swimming upstream, futile and trying like it isn’t. (Tifa?) grabs his arm. “Cloud?” Her voice breaks. “Cloud, it’s me—” Tifa’s eyes, flicking around his face. Stop, he’s dizzy. Stop. They sit on the curb. Do angels dream of dying? Tifa is turning his arms over in her lap, looking for something. “Cloud, whose blood is that?” Thumb, tracing his veins. “OK, I’m just gonna ask, all right? You’ll understand.” Sure. “Are you using it?” Currents of people swim past them with or without second glances if even first glances. Tifa, snapping her fingers for his attention. “Mako. Are you self-injecting?” Not like it would matter, he’s got years of mako in him already. He’s First Class. SOLDIER. Wait, no, Tifa—ex. Ex-SOLDIER. The SOLDIER is dead. 

Tifa stares. Swims. She says, “Let’s go home, Cloud.” 

—

september [ μ ] - εγλ 2000 

On the same stretch of upper dock where drill weekends are called, uniformed boys and men graduating from boot camp stand in formation listening to SOLDIER’s recruitment program introduction. The speech is led by Angeal, First Class. One of the Big Three. Or—the Big Two, now. Cloud was all nerves and fast heart but Sephiroth does not make an appearance. Angeal’s voice booms. Each new infantry member will engage in a baseline screening, with the sort of advanced biotechnology Shinra’s Science Department pioneers. Eligible candidates will be notified, invited to apply for the program. No Genesis, not for a while now, apparently. No Sephiroth, just Angeal walking and rewalking the same line before them, arms crossed, in the dull green overcast so close to the central reactor. Behind him—Zack Fair, Second Class. Mentee of the second most elite of the elite. Standing there all messy dark hair and hip cocked, manning the digital tablet from which presentation slides are cast to the projector which casts them huge and holographic against a backdrop of sleek topside buildings, Midgar expressway arching its back across a dark sky. Scary good, Cloud has overheard, more often than bitter infantry saying Puppy or Angeal’s Bitch. Zack Fair, scary good, on his way to First Class already, and unaware as is most everyone else how soon he will be filling the space Genesis left. This could be any one of them, Angeal says. This could be any one of you. 

—

june [ ν ] εγλ 0001 

He thinks of all the ways she says his name and all the ways she could.

Zack.

High in pitch, even in tone, placing it between them like a flower. 

Za~ack!

Lilted by laughter. Gilded with giggles.

—Zack! 

Surprised. He’s given her a play-scare. He’s tripped in public. His name in her mouth pivots up halfway through, punctuated by a pout.

Zack.

Slanted down firm. Under her breath. He’s done something dumb, said something dumber. Sometimes one of the somethings is at least cute and she’s trying not to smile. Sometimes she’s the cute one and she’s flustered, she’s giving him a light shove and he’s laughing. 

Za~ck!

They’re in the market. She’s calling a puppy back to her side. Her hand is on the back of his arm or her finger hooked in the loop of his SOLDIER belt. 

Zack .

They’re leaning nose to nose in a contest of flirting stubbornness, daring the other to give in first. 

Za—!

Half his name. They’re half-wrestling. She’s winning. Her hair is messy and her triumphant grin is the sun. 

Zack.

When Tseng has just left. When Tseng is just arriving. When she knows more than he does. 

Zack—!

He’s heaved open the church doors, she’s turning with a whip of the braid and eyes green as a wildflower ready to bloom. 

…Zack.

Quiet, gentle upturn of a question with no answer yet. Face open like a cupped palm, her smile faint but as present as the heart line curling through the middle. 

Zack? 

Short, sweet, beckoning his attention.

Zack…

Breathy. Soft. Warm. The tension of a gasp in reverse. 

Alone in his First Class dorm, he touches himself. 

—

[ μ ] - εγλ 1989

She’s dreaming of dying bees, the tickle of wings and legs and stingers. Lots of flowers. The bees crawl up the stems and onto her fingers, up her hands and onto her arms. She doesn’t know how to explain what a bee is. They bite. They leave little dots up her wrists like the Doctors’ needles and she sits in her dream garden trying to peel up the edges of medical tape but it’s too hard. Aerith wakes up crying, she hates the Doctor room so blue and gray and blinking screens on the walls, she wants to be back in the room with Mommy. “Hey,” says the boy with silver hair and a knit sweater, reading a book in a seat against the wall. “At least she’ll be back soon.” What’s he doing here? “Checkup.” What’s he reading? Awkwardly, a pause. He says, “About bees.” 

—

june [ ν ] - εγλ 0001

The first time he calls her Sunshine like Mom calls her Honey, a flustered warmth blooms in Aerith’s face and her stomach pinches. She wants to push him, she says What? You’re silly, Zack. He’s in a squat beside her, he’s laughing like he’s not nervous at all. “Nah!” He gestures, nods, props his elbows on his knees. His eyes, bright from mako and brighter from something else more pure. “It’s because flowers can’t grow without sunshine. Plus, you’re always sunshine on my rainy days.” 

...

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[cress-meadowforge]

𝐅𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

ᴍᴛᴏ + ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ | ᴍᴇᴅᴇᴀ & ᴍɪʟʟᴇʀ

ft. @millerbrick and @medeaodair

Fuel to Fire by Agnes Obel

Do you want me on your mind Or do you want me to go on? I might be yours, as sure as I can say Be gone, be faraway

Solace by Tommy Ashby

She is my solace, my safe place But she is on fire tonight And I can't stand watching her heart break But I promise I won't close my eyes

Bees by The Ballroom Thieves

So as I try to breathe the air that she is breathing And we dance a lightless dance upon my floor I am burning to tell her she's all I'm needing But I'm drowned out by all the noise outside the door

Darker Things by Lily Kershaw

I worry about you at night 'Cause when the moon comes out all your demons come to life And you say you hate the way your mind makes you feel about All the things that hurt in your life, I feel you now, I can feel you

[maximuswolf]

Tommy Ashby - Light Speed [pop]

Tommy Ashby - Light Speed [pop] https://youtu.be/OVKXyF5D43U?si=ZFNLc3i2dfI32EFu Submitted November 24, 2024 at 03:57AM by mungalla https://ift.tt/d53yiXB via /r/Music

[belwoodmusic]

Top Ten EPs of 2022

Top Ten EPs of 2022

Time now for what always proves to be our most hotly contested list each year. EPs are such an important creative tool for new artists especially, and there’s such a wealth of them out there that we barely scratch the surface of them with the few that fit in our Spotlight! series. In a way this feels like the most important list of the season as it gives us chance to shine a light on releases…

[sunflowerfarmresale]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: TOMMY BAHAMA Ashby Isles Jovanna Stripe Short-sleeve Shirt - S - NWT.

[ulkaralakbarova]

Carla Moran, a hard-working single mother, is raped in her bedroom by someone — or something — that she cannot see. Despite skeptical psychiatrists, she is repeatedly attacked by this invisible force. Could this be a case of hysteria or something more horrific? Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Carla Moran: Barbara Hershey Phil Sneiderman: Ron Silver Billy: David Labiosa Dr. Weber: George Coe Cindy Nash: Margaret Blye Dr. Cooley: Jacqueline Brookes Gene Kraft: Richard Brestoff George Nash: Michael Alldredge Joe Mehan: Raymond Singer Julie: Natasha Ryan Kim: Melanie Gaffin Jerry Anderson: Alex Rocco Mr. Reisz: Sully Boyar Woody Browne: Tom Stern Dr. Walcott: Allan Rich Film Crew: Director: Sidney J. Furie Screenplay: Frank De Felitta Producer: Harold Schneider Casting: Barbara Claman Editor: Frank J. Urioste Production Design: Charles Rosen Set Decoration: Jerry Wunderlich Hairstylist: Christine Lee Makeup Artist: Zoltan Elek Construction Coordinator: Bruce J. Gfeller Leadman: Nigel A. Boucher Set Designer: Daniel Gluck Set Designer: Boyd Willat Sound Effects Editor: Keith Stafford Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Gregg Landaker Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Steve Maslow Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Bill Varney Stunt Coordinator: Chris Howell Camera Operator: Joe R. Marquette Jr. Still Photographer: John R. Hamilton Gaffer: Jon Timothy Evans Costume Supervisor: Nancy McArdle Music Editor: Ken Wilhoit Script Supervisor: H. Bud Otto Studio Teachers: Arlene Singer-Gross Unit Publicist: Lyla Foggia Location Manager: Robert Eggenweiler Original Music Composer: Charles Bernstein Director of Photography: Stephen H. Burum Executive Producer: Michael Leone Executive Producer: Andrew Pfeffer Stand In: Marcia Karr Property Master: Barry Bedig Sound Mixer: Willie D. Burton Special Effects Makeup Artist: James Kagel Special Effects Makeup Artist: Stan Winston Production Manager: David Salven Second Assistant Director: William Cosentino Assistant Property Master: Gene Anderson Leadman: Frank L. Brown Construction Foreman: Richard Eckols Painter: Anthony ‘AJ’ Leonardi Jr. Paint Coordinator: John Tyrrell Propmaker: Mark Sparks Cableman: Robert W. Harris Boom Operator: Marvin E. Lewis Special Effects: Martin Bresin Special Effects: Joe Digaetano Special Effects: Joe Lombardi Special Effects: Steve Lombardi Special Effects: Gary Monak Special Effects: Robert G. Willard Special Effects Makeup Artist: Jill Rockow Visual Effects Designer: William Cruse Visual Effects Camera: Sam DiMaggio Visual Effects Production Assistant: Margaret Goldsmith Visual Effects Production Assistant: Julie Kelly Visual Effects Production Assistant: Kim Waugh Stunts: John Ashby Stunts: Janet Brady Stunts: Ron Burke Stunts: William H. Burton Sr. Stunts: Eddy Donno Stunts: Kenny Endoso Stunts: Donna Garrett Stunts: Buddy Joe Hooker Stunts: Shawn Howell Stunts: Tommy J. Huff Stunts: Linda Jacobs Stunts: Gary McLarty Stunts: Ernie F. Orsatti Stunts: Harry Wowchuk Grip: Leon Ayres Grip: Ben Beaird First Assistant Director: Tommy Thompson Movie Reviews: John Chard: Very up and down in its telling of an horrendous story. This is the loosely based on facts story of Carla Moran, a woman who was allegedly tormented and sexually molested by an invisible demon. Regardless of if the facts of the case are fictionalised for impact, or if indeed there is any basis of truth to the attacks in question, The Entity as a film fails to rise above average due to sloppy direction and a very poor script, whilst the score from Charles Bernstein is akin to being hit over the head repeatedly with a blunt instrument. That said, the film isn’t a total wash out, there are genuine moments of dread in the piece, and most of the tension and fear is realised from a very credible performance from Barbara Hershey as Carla. The nature of the beast with this type of picture will always be open to either scoffing or a fear of the unknown, so to get the audience involved with a topic like this you really need your protagonist to be believable, Hershey manages to do this in spite of the character bei...

[denimrosevint]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Tommy Bahama Ashby Isles Rib pullover 3/4 sleeve Top Palm Moss Green - NWT.

[alexanderrogge]

The Oberlin College Trombone Choir featured music by Steven Verhelst, Raymond Premru, David Biedenbender, Daniela Candillari, Tommy Pederson, and R. Nathaniel Dett at The U.S. Army Band 2024 American Trombone Workshop; Jay Ashby & Jeremy Buckler, soloists. #OberlinCollege #Oberlin #TromboneChoir #Trombone #ATW2024 #ATW #Music

[gazellefamily]

THE HOLDOVERS (2023)

"Hal Ashby 2000. Wes-lite. In fact, someone should have thrown their body in front of using Cat Stevens's 'The Wind,' as RUSHMORE already did that. But you know, p good anyway. Some wistful New England Winter feels. Occasionally looked like Cumberland or Smithfield or North Attleboro. They maybe didn't need to stack the deck against Giamatti by giving him a lazy eye AND trimethylaminuria. He's already pudgy and balding and Giamatti. Don't make him smell like fish too. I was burnt and at times it felt like an SNL skit about a private school dramedy, but that wasn't the movie's fault...it was the live resin gummies' fault." -Tommy Gazelle