#twc playlist

[pirunika]

and repostin this! not many songs but its a wip ~ along with my rendition of everyone's favorite grumpy vampire forever ignoring the facial hair bit

[grapecaseschoices]

“I know someone who kisses the way / a flower opens,” — Mary Oliver, from I Know Someone

i. wrecking ball - midnight string quartert | ii. breathless - the corrs | iii. annie's song - john denver | iv. this must be the place - dad sports | v. mr. sandman - symyl | vi. you are gold - the national parks | vii. walking up slow - gabrielle aplin | viii. shut up and dance - walk the moon | ix the promise - samia, jelani aryeh | x. i'm so in love with you - jill andrews, seth avett | xi. i melt with you - modern english | xii. dandelions (slow + reverb) - ruth b., slater | xiii. for all you give - the paper kites, lucy rose | xiiii. harbor - vienna teng | xv. enchanted (the wedding violin version) - ana done

for @happyhauvillebday; wildcard: love - a spotify playlist about being loved by (and loving!) Farah Hauville & Felix Hauville.

[coeurdelafolie]

Adding Fresh Out The Slammer to my Bobby playlist was diabolical

[aim4-quit]

My playlist ig… :3

[griffin-wood]

— x: i remember it all too well. (lya toriezze x bobby marks, once upon a time).

[thedreadpirate-cupcake]

Oh my gosh. I just finished playing Book 3 of The Wayhaven Chronicles and my fem detective romanced A(va) du Mortain and this song encapsulates my detective's feelings for her at the end of it "Ever since that day, everything has changed. The way i write your name: the cursive letter 'A'..." and pretty much the whole song. It's actually so perfect, i am shook and feeling all the feelings rn MY HEART 😭❤️

[swampwitched]

woe. bobby marks playlist be upon you

[foxmulderrr]

an unpolished playlist of songs that remind me of the detective and A’s relationship. with added sadness and dramatics from the end of book 3.

[captiveinwayhaven]

i added the round the twist theme song to florence’s playlist and i think this may have been the best thing i’ve ever done

[auroraswife]

shameless plug but i did want to share the playlist i've had since book one for the relationship between agent m and my detective <3 it's been an angst ride but the fact that i finally am able to start adding some love songs to it after this book is so personal to me <3

[queenbirbs]

me opening up yet another google doc for yet another WIP:

[grapecaseschoices]

[She] has not a correct idea of my soul's depths and shallows. But if [she] did know them [she] would still be my friend -- Mary MacLane, "January 20", The Story of Mary MacLane

Chariot - Mega

Stand By You - Rachel Platten

We Go Down Together - Khalid, Dove Cameron

Wannabe - Spice Girls

look up - Joy Oladokun

Deep End - Holly Humberstone

I Melt With You - Modern English

Someone To Stay - Vancouver Sleep Clinic

Stayed At The Party - Hope Tala

How Beautiful Life Can Be (Single Version) - The Lathums

Fellowship - serpentwithfeet

You've Got A Friend - Carole King

Umbrella - Rihanna, Jay-Z

The Middle - Jimmy Eat World

Chosen Family (Acoustic) - Rina Sawayama

Good Time - Owl City, Carly Rae Jepsen

Hold Onto Me - Valerie Broussard

Heavy - Birdtalker

Spinning - GROUPLOVE

North - Sleeping At Last

for @happyhauvillebday; day 2: Friendship. A spotify playlist about loyalty, belonging, devotion, and finding joy even when the world is shit. Just best mates things!!

[calware]

11 and 30 for the ask game?

(or to combine them, is there a song you associate with said piece of art?)

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

i usually don't, mostly because i forget to put anything on lol. sometimes I just wear noise-cancelling headphones and don't listen to anything. aside from that, i have a playlist of random music i like and i usually play the most recent 6 or so songs on repeat, which (at the moment) are

calamari inkantation 3x daycore

99 (mp100)

save yourself i'll hold them back

tomorrow's nostalgia daycore

twc storm alert 2006 theme

teenager in love (from rayman raving rabbids 2) but pitched down

fun fact. when people ask me what kind of music i like i don't know how to answer them

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

this one is a little hard because i am lucky enough that i tend to get a lot of notes on the art i'm proud of (which i am always very grateful for ^^) so... i guess something i'm not SUPER proud of but still think is somewhat cool is this color test with rose

i don't associate it with a song, but i do associate it strongly with summer because i drew it while my parents were out at a summer neighborhood party :)

[griffin-wood]

loml || lya x bobby. (twc)

a/n: totally inspired by loml by tswift, iykyk. and been weirdly rusty, but i hope one does enjoy the sadness. <3 (playlist)

"We are still young. We got the world at our fingertips angel." Bobby's voice filled the quietness, as they lay side by side underneath the sheets of the room. He intertwined their fingers together as she turned her gaze his way.

"Well, 3 am is still early then?" A chuckle escapes her lips at his admission, it's motivating and truly him. They returned to his place for the night after a busy week filled with exams and assignments. It feels like forever since they had this moment. His journalism course took a larger toll, while her literature course had another different direction entirely. Sometimes it's easier to communicate through the existence of technology but, one would rather have the skin-to-skin affection to make up for the lost time, and that's how they ended up in each other's arms.

"It's an early time for mysterious beings to occured, angel. The boogeyman, perhaps?" He grins at the mention before Lya decides to elbow him gently. She never liked the horror stuff and the mysterious topics he's always fond of, but she's fond of him as a person. And that's enough for her to endure it, and him with love in her eyes.

"I think the philosophers would disagree, bobby." Her hand played with his hair slowly, her mouth formed into a smile. And that's how it is, whenever Bobby's around.

And that small moment was happiness to her, but she never thought it was momentary. Every kiss, every dream shared in the dark, every secret, every past scar that's been traced with kisses was suddenly gone so quickly, that she couldn't grasp the loss of it. Every single memory played when they come back together again, every argument that ends with a kiss, every fight that follows a rekindling.

"You're the love of my life." He whispers in the dark, vulnerable and open as she gazes into his eyes. His hand played with the strand of her hair, longer at the time than it is today. He pulls her close with a small smile. And she whispers back his response, thinking, 'All is well.'

"I'm yours" her whispers is quiet, but the words are absorbed within the moment letting it marinate, as this is supposed to be the moment where one does understand that this is how love is supposed to feel. Everything about this feeling was a legendary feeling. It's something you've seen in the Louvre, the paintings of heaven.

Yet.

-

"This is not fair! You can't just keep blowing me off, Bobby!" Her voice raises suddenly, her papers are scattered. Everything goes insane, adding with the finals week pressure. Maybe its her co-dependency that makes it worst or the fact, he didnt care as much anymore.

That was the argument that start it all, and time shows her the reality of when the impressionist paintings she painted in her mind turns into fake.

Everything from heaven turns into hell, they drift away and slowly lose the time they once had. Their heaven breaks apart into something worse, maybe hell is even kinder. Distance, timing, breakdown and fighting filled their once holy space.

And in the end, it's all dying into ashes. She stares at her quiet apartment, the old t-shirt he wore before is over her body, and the feeling of sadness and grief that came from all the love fills her lungs. At night, it gets difficult to breathe.

She never felt this, the existing black hole that replaces all the light and love that once existed. Never before, and she wouldn't want to feel it ever again in the future.

-

And years later, their paths crossed again. She never understands once why it's difficult to let go of the past, and yet she's experiencing it herself.

His blonde hair looks less messy than it once was, his glasses tucked perfectly where she remembered. The sling bag over his body, the ID attached. It's her Bobby. Was.

At that moment, she felt a surge of emotions. Every what-if that could become if they didn't break apart, she wishes she could stop recalling. How they almost reach heaven again. And she wonders if he felt it too, how much it was for her to leave the bed because something counterfeit was dead.

"Hey Ang - I meant..Lya." Bobby immediately corrected himself, which earned her a new expression of pain.

"Bobby." She smiled at him, but it didn't reach the eyes. And he knows it all too well, those years together, they're sewn together. Peas in a pod, each other's PB and J, and it was perfect.

"You look great" he compliments her way, she chopped off her hair as soon as they graduated. The short look was a reminder, of a new beginning. In her mind, perhaps she believed that he would remember how she'd look like before.

She stood by her principles strongly, but she's just a coward who claims herself to be a lion. Because he will always be her weakness, making it easier for her, and that's enough for her to tremble back into his arms. Just like old times, yet it feels different now. Every touch doesn't resemble the love again, yet it feels too good to let go. A momentary type of euphoria that she should have kept buried.

She sat up against the bed, the room was his, and there he was. Sleeping soundly within her arms again, they both know they'll never be the same people they once were again.

"I'll never leave." She remembers the promise years ago with a smile.

-

"Never mind." She murmurs as she takes a quiet step away, telling herself that this is wrong. She shouldn't be doing this, slipping back into her clothes..before she steps out of his place. The way he smells brings a known familiarity, but in the back of her mind, she had to go.

The snow glistens as she steps out of the door, and the familiar black hole that exists once upon a time begins to resurface, the memories, talking rings, and cradles in her dreams. A lifelong dream that they had years back burned into ashes.

The field of dreams that was once created, the picture-perfect imagination she had for them both shatters when she takes the first train to leave. And when the city is out of the picture, a relief sigh fills her lungs, muttering the truth.

She'll always see him as her first love, and at some point, until she is six feet under, he'll be the same person who made his first move during a lecture. Robert Marks, but, this time; she knows it all too well.

"You're the loss of my life."

[amethystsoda]

The Weather Channel 80s + 90s audio/visual archives

[kdelarenta]

'girl' by the internet being on the twc m playlist is the cuntiest thing mishka has ever done 🤭‼️