#untitled love song

[astrangetorpedo]

LUCY DACUS debuts new song at brooklyn steel 10/8/24

clasping your necklace / zipping your dress / hands on your waist / kissing your neck / i love your body / i love your mind / they will change / so will mine

but you are my best guess at the future / you are my best guess / if i were a gambling man / i am / you’d be my best bet

tracing your tan lines / making you mine / if this doesn’t work / i’ll lose my mind / and after a while / i will be fine / but i don’t wanna be fine / i want you, you

you are my best guess at the future / you are my best guess / if i were a gambling man / i am / you’d be my best bet / here is the church / here is the steeple / you were looking for saints / but you only found people / ‘aint that just the way it goes / i watched you fall from grace / you were graceful

after all / it’s a small world / you may not be an angel / but you are my girl / you are my pack a day / you are my favorite place / you were my best friend before

you were my best guess at the future / you are my best guess / if i were a gambling man / i am / you’d be my best bet / you are my best guess at the future / you are my best guess / if i were a gambling man / i am / you’d be my best bet

[orangecoloreddreams]

Rip my heart out pls

Angels of Light // Untitled Love Song 

Free from your past Free of your future too There’s nothing left to rise above but you Show me your ocean red Kiss the tears that stain my neck Drug me with visions untrue But I own a photograph You lay there naked upon your back Safe in a stone house by the sea There’s nothing true and nothing’s real But I remember one clear feel Warm beneath your gentle company While I lay dying upon some bed I hope that you remember this The only one I want to see is you

[cryscendo]

the ABCs of KEH: F IS FOR… FASHION

Every moment in your life is an opportunity for fashion. (insp)

[targarrus]

bele sanje

[formosusiniquis]

the bells, the joy (together in darkness)

Robin Buckley & Steve Harringto WC: 11963 | T | Tags/Themes: hivemind, Post S3, Scoops Troop Friendship, Nonbinary Steve and Robin, Blink and you miss it Steddie and Buckingham pre-slash AKA It's the Stobin Hivemind fic y'all! thank you very very very much to @spectrum-spectre for beta-ing this for me!!

Steve has never done LSD before. Which is the kind of statement his father would call ‘qualifying’ and ‘implies other kinds of wrongdoing, Stephan.’ Like the time he’d said he hadn’t smoked anything other than cigarettes that weekend. Apparently the ‘that weekend’ was a qualifier that got his very small pot stash flushed, and forced him into a second transaction with Eddie Munson in as many weeks.

Yeah okay maybe there were worse things, as far as punishments go.

Qualifying or not though, Steve has never done LSD. Not after the weekend he spent reading the supposedly true diary of a supposedly real teen that had been left on his bed. Like mother, like son, his father had sneered when he'd caught Steve curled up with it, like the whole plan to keep him from becoming pot-addled and destined for the gutter, or whatever, hadn’t relied on his gossipy nature.

It was mostly stupid, the book, but Steve figured it didn’t hurt to stick to weed. The stuff about that he knew for sure was totally fake.

Except now, he wishes he maybe knew a little bit more about what LSD was supposed to feel like. So he knows how to portion out blame for his current state. It’s currently 50% Upside-Down-Shit and 40% Russian-LSD-Shit and 10% Concussion-Shit, but if he’s being fair he’s blamed the Upside Down for about half of everything that’s gone wrong in his life since 1983. He’s willing to acknowledge that maybe the blame breakdown should be readjusted for this one.

“Hey Robin?” Trauma changes people, makes you want to stay close to the people who are changed the same way you are. Robin had shown up at Steve’s house the Monday after everything, trumpet case and duffle bag in hand. Apparently, she had walked from the school where she was supposed to be catching the bus to Band Camp, like she does every year. Apparently, when you undergo traumas heretofore unexperienced by any teen ever, Russian torture and flesh monsters, it’s okay to skip Summer Intensive to move in with your new best friend without telling your parents. Apparently, if you’re the kid that the Band Person, Director, wants to keep happy because in addition to the billion and seven languages you can play any instrument with a mouthpiece -- except trombone, slide positions, Steve had pretended he knew what that meant -- then you can just leave school to deal with your ‘mall fire smoke inhalation’ at your ‘aunt’s house’ instead. Apparently this is fine and Steve doesn’t need to worry about any angry former hippies beating down his dore because ‘what they don’t know won’t hurt them.’

So he can call out for Robin, without raising his voice because he knows she’s there. Somewhere in the house, the weight of it changed now that someone else is in it with him. He can call out even though he’s pretty sure she’s holed up in his Mom’s library on the ground floor, because he can feel her in the back of his brain and he knows she’ll hear him.

Drifting in an unfocused middle distance, he can imagine Robin. Curled up, she knows she’s been called for but isn’t in any hurry to comply, Steve will wait. He's fine with waiting, at least for the five minutes it will take for her to finish her chapter. He can see her, slotting her bookmark in place and sitting up straight for the first time in hours. She stretches, uncurls from the window seat that Steve also favors, gently sets the book down before letting a foot dangle and brush the floor to actually stand. And she leaves the library. She starts to feel closer, her presence looming stronger in his brain and Steve aware of himself in his own body. Then he hears her feet on the stairs.

“What is it, Dingus, did you know your Mom has a whole collection of French books? I’m in the middle of a bunch of lesbian short stories.”

“Yeah, she speaks it, not sure why.” He answers absently, “Have you ever done LSD?”

“I’ve had half a pot brownie and gotten way too high before.”

That’s not really the same thing, Steve thinks.

“I know it’s not really the same thing, Dingus, I was using it as a framework.” She flops facedown on the bed beside him, wiggling into what he’s started thinking of as her side. A lucky coincidence that she prefers to be tucked in on the side closest to the wall. Probably because she’s never seen anything burst out of one.

“Okay don’t think that, cause now I’m never going to be able to sleep again, I don’t think you’ve got enough space for us to pull your bed into the center of your room.”

He can see the way she imagines it. His bed, an island in the center of the room floating in a sea of plaid. Something about it is even more unnerving than if it stayed up against the wall.

“Not a good look.” He doubts anything will come from the walls again anyway, the Upside Down has proven to be surprisingly adaptive; it doesn't seem to attack in the same way twice. It makes it harder to be prepared, but he’s less worried about not being able to protect Robin in the middle of the night.

“Savior complex. Your mom has psychology books down there too. What does she even do?”

“Reads mostly. Do you think there’s anything down there about LSD?” He doesn’t think this is normal.

“Nice leap, Steve, I don’t think there are many drugs that link your brain with your coworker.” She says coworker, but he feels friend. Even that concept isn’t enough to describe the depth of warmth and affection that he feels wash over him as she thinks.

He lets the silence hang for a second, thinking but not sure what yet. His thoughts are slower to arrive and more jumbled in these early days post-concussion. His right hand curls, his fingers flex. First and third finger tap, then one and two, then none, one and two, and two, and none.

Robin’s knee jostles the bed as her leg bounces just a little.

“I think something else happened to us.”

“Wondered how long I’d have to tap your fingers for you before you got there with me.”

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[namedvesta]

— ZNTNDR, Untitled Us.

[stillwithmeisonlyyou]

I'm actually crazy about boygenius like i know my hands are crawling while their hands are tied and the light is in their face and all but the recent licy and julien events have me on a chokehold

[radiates-confusion]

I think 'The ballad of a lonely robot' from the game Stray is one of the few songs that has ever like... Stuck with me. In my soul. In my physical heart. I first heard it on holiday in Spain (I was being a bitch because I was bleeding, and everyone wanted to do stuff during the day, which I found too hot, compared to the nice temperatures of the night) And I was 'playing' (barely) Stray on my Surface, with a shitty trackpad keyboard. This song instantly just... Halts my head. Brings me back to the contentness I felt when sat alone outside on the balcony in the middle of the night.

I was peaceful.

[felixisourayofsunshine]

Hyunjin drew this painting of IN for his new song for SKZ-Record.

This is a masterpiece 👏

Stream Untitled by Jeongin (feat hyunjin)

Jeongin shared these pics on his Instagram account.

Hyunjin also clicked innie's pic for the cover,our hyunjinnie is back with his camera 📸.

[teathattast]

when you're drunk near a sunset

look straight in their eyes

it's a quick glimpse of heaven

[koka-mi]

choking on flowers by fox academy...wowzers.....

[astrangetorpedo]

after all / it’s a small world / you may not be an angel / but you are my girl / you are my pack a day / you are my favorite place / you were my best friend before you were my best guess at the future / you are my best guess / if i were a gambling man / i am / you’d be my best bet / you are my best guess at the future / you are my best guess / if i were a gambling man / i am / you’d be my best bet

link to download mp3: 🔗

link to original footage taken by lily @somethinginthestaticterm: ❤️

[cuntess-carmilla]

These were my unhinged mentally unstable teenager anthems.

[cryscendo]

the ABCs of KEH: A IS FOR…. ASCOTS

Blaine and I love football! Well, Blaine loves football. I love scarves.

[targarrus]

a sem ti povedal / nisam ti još priznao

[maliciousdelice]

Deinen Namen stech ich mir

Dann bist du für immer hier

Aber wenn du uns entzweist

Such ich mir jemand, der genauso heißt

Wenn das Blut die Tinte küsst

Wenn der Schmerz das Fleisch umarmt

Ich liebe meine Haut

Bilder, die mir so vertraut

Aus der Nadel blaue Flut

In den Poren kocht das Blut