#verse: music

[grizzledyoungimpact]

Pairing: Penelope Ford/Delilah James Quote: Swingers? What is a swinger? Verse: Music Mentions of [here].

It was always weird when you got to meet your ex’s new partner. Penelope Ford could attest to that. There were times when she had been the new girlfriend, meeting the women she had replaced. Most of the time it was as a taunt, her boyfriends showing their exes how they had upgraded. A part of her would always feel selfish, feel bad for the old girlfriends, but she always knew there was a reason. Penelope knew she was beautiful. Her long blonde hair always laid loose on her shoulders. Her icy blue eyes always popped because she wore makeup that complimented both her features and her outfits. Penelope also knew she was talented. She sang vocals for her band, a female pop-punk group called Bubblegum Ambition, but she was also a guitar player. She loved music more than she loved most people, including her former boyfriend Joey Janella. The duo had often played the same festivals, Penelope with her girls and Joey with his band Air Raid Crash. It was a good relationship until Bubblegum Ambition had become more and more popular, getting more attention than Air Raid Crash. The two had started arguing more and more until they realized they were better off as friends. That’s why Penelope had agreed to be the other woman in the situation, the woman meeting the new girlfriend. The little beachside club was nice, nicer than anything Penelope had expected for someone Joey was dating. Penelope glanced around the nice décor, the music being played by the woman at the piano jazzy and upbeat. Again, it wasn’t something that Penelope had expected, nor did she expect the cute woman playing the piano. “Miss? You wouldn’t happen to know where Joey Janella is, would you?” Penelope questioned as she took a spot on a chair near the piano. The brunette glanced over at Penelope and the blonde took a deep breath. She was stunning. Not in a modern sense, but as a classical beauty. This woman was stunning in the way that Monroe or Davis were stunning. Her chocolate brown eyes seemed to stare through Penelope’s soul. “Oh! My Joey isn’t here. I’m Delilah.” Penelope gave a soft sigh. Her Joey. This was the new woman. Was this how she had made so many people feel in the past? “Oh…well…I should go then. Can you…” “He’s not the one who called you. I was,” Delilah smiled, “You’re the lead singer of your own band, right? Bubblegum Ambition?” Penelope cocked her head to the side, intrigued. She felt like this could be a trap, but Delilah didn’t seem like the type, “Yeah, I sing for Bubblegum Ambition. Play the guitar too. And you? You obviously play piano. Are you in a band?” “Oh no, no. I’m a swinger,” Delilah dismissed with a giggle. Penelope was glad she didn’t have anything in her mouth or she would have choked. Maybe Joey’s new girl wasn’t as innocent as she thought. “Uh…swinger? What’s a swinger?” Penelope couldn’t help but notice how Delilah seemed to turn a soft shade of pink. “Oh no! I’m not a…well…I didn’t mean it like that. I play swing music! Ellington, Armstrong. That kind of thing.” “Takes talent to do that, baby girl,” Penelope grinned, “bet you have it in spades. But…if that’s your music, why call me?” “I…well…I was thinking maybe…” Delilah hesitated, running a hand over the back of her neck, “maybe I could play with you.”

[soosoosoup]

Funk branch au

Au and branch design by @bbc-trolls

[i-ate-the-rats]

just think about it.

[hollenka99]

"Odysseus when you come home, I'll be waiting. Even if you're the last thing I see, I'll be waiting."

"I'm right here, Mom. Can't you see I'm waiting? ...I took too long."

Jay, come here a second. I would like to have a word about why I'm silently bawling my eyes out at 1am because of Anticlea saying she will always love her son whom she died waiting for.

[aueua]

love these guys. the musical chairs

[cosmicquill]

I'm always like "Oh yeah the Nightmare Times are some of my favourite content Starkid has ever put out, but they're fun additional stories and not necessarily essential for people to watch if they're into the Hatchetfield musicals." And then I think about CCRP's future or Homeless Man or Pete's brother or Miss Holloway and I'm like OH MY GOD THEY DON'T KNOW. THEY DON'T KNOW. THEY LACK CRITICAL INFORMATION. THEY DON'T--

[paintbrushnebula]

"Gwen crashed in Hobie's dimension sometimes"

What Miles thought Gwen and Hobie were doing:

What Gwen and Hobie were actually doing:

[cemeterything]

silt verses theological arts and crafts corner

[leenfiend]

sometimes good things take a while

(two slow dancers - mitski)

[10yrsyart]

i struggle recreating the beauty the Holy Spirit shows me musically, with the limitations of my art. He always surprises me though, and i'm humbled at how lovely it turns out, despite me. but even so, nothing can compare.. nothing can convey the beauty of the Lord.

the most beautiful Being in the universe, our Creator, came down to be one of us and shed His blood for us. He knew we couldn't pay our sin debt ourselves, and He loved us so much He became the payment in our place. but death couldn't defeat Him and He rose on the third day.

it's only through faith in Jesus Christ and His blood that we're set free. He promises eternal life to all who believe in Him, and He's coming very soon to take us home. He is the only one worthy of praise; the only one Just and Loving and True enough to trust your life with. He will never betray you or abandon you. He has loved you unto the ends of the earth. don't wait to accept Him, time is almost up! ✝🕊

"And this is the way to have eternal life- to know You, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, the one You sent to earth. I brought glory to You here on earth by completing the work You gave Me to do. Now, Father, bring Me into the glory We shared before the world began." (John 17:3-5)

transcript:

Holy, Holy, Holy God Almighty

Holy, Holy, Holy God Almighty

Praise the Exalted Holy God

Maker of all the earth and the sky

Holy, Holy, King of Glory

Worship the Son of God Jesus Christ

Glory to the Holy Spirit will rise

You deserve all the honor

You're the One we call the True Almighty God

You're the One we call the True Almighty God

You're the One we call the True Almighty God

You're the One we call the True Almighty God

Praise the Exalted Holy God

Maker of all the earth and the sky

Holy, Holy, King of Glory

Worship the Son of God Jesus Christ

Glory to the Holy Spirit will rise

You deserve all the honor

You're the One we call the True Almighty God

You're the One we call the True Almighty God

You're the One we call the True Almighty God

You're the One we call the True Almighty God

Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy

Holy, Holy, Holy, God Almighty

Holy, Holy, Holy, God Almighty

You're the One we call the True Almighty God

“I Am the Alpha and the Omega- the beginning and the end,” says the Lord God. “I Am the One Who is, Who was, and Who is still to come- the Almighty One.” -Revelation 1:8

[anniebass]

EGO

[grizzledyoungimpact]

Pairing: CM Punk/Dia Banks Quote: Somewhere bands are playing sweet and somewhere hearts are light. Verse: Music

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was never supposed to be like this. When the band known as the Second City Saints had started their careers, the three had made a pact to stay together through thick and thin, no matter what came their way. Normally, Phil Brooks was a man of his word, a man who spent most of his time trying to do right by the world that had done him so wrong. But when a record label had offered him a chance to do something bigger, to reach more people with his music, Phil had taken the deal without a second thought. That’s how the Second City Saints had become the Second City Saint, Phil Brooks gone solo under the name CM Punk. Things were supposed to have gone smoothly since then, life was supposed to go smoothly. His solo career was supposed to give him the break he had always dreamed of. It was supposed to be the way he could get his own music out to the world, to let the voice of a voiceless generation be heard. Instead, Phil had been silenced, unable to write his own music and instead being given music to record by the label. It had taken its toll on the man until he had walked away from the contract that had destroyed his closest friendships. That had been seven years ago. Seven long years of avoiding both the industry that he felt had betrayed him and the best friends he knew he had betrayed. Phil didn’t know why he had come to the seedy little bar in Chicago’s punk scene. It had been home once, a comfort, but so much had changed since then. The bar once called Spymasters and now going by the name Legba’s, had changed ownership since the last time he had come here. The new owner would not be pleased to see him if she saw him first, but Phil didn’t care. There was so much he needed to do, so much he needed to say. “The fuck are you doing in my bar, Phil?” came the cross voice from behind the bar. Phil turned his head to glance at the young woman, the former bassist of the Second City Saints, and his former best friend: Dia Banks. Dia was a short but formidable woman, with short black hair flecked with different colors. It seemed that red was her current color of choice, Phil noted, a long distance from the blue she had once been so fond of. Her skin was covered with tattoos that stood out on her dark complexion, the most notable being the one that sat on her wrist. It bore the Chicago flag with the initials C.C, D.B, and P.B underneath it. Well, the tattoo had once bore all three initials. Phil noticed that the P.B was missing, removed from memory as he had removed himself from Dia’s life. “Di, it’s great to see-“ “Your ears clogged, Phil? What the hell are you doing in my bar? I know you don’t drink,” scoffed Dia as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Can’t I just come by to see how the place is doing? Thought I might see Adam or Co-“ “They’re not here. Adam sold the place to me about four years ago and…and Colt and I don’t talk,” Dia admitted, though the second part seemed to hurt her. Colt, the C.C underneath Dia’s tattoo, had been the glue that held the Second City Saints together. Colt Cabana was their drummer, a kind soul who kept Dia and Phil thriving together. It had been Colt that Phil had hurt the most when he had left the group to go on his solo run. A genuine soft look took over the man’s face, “But…you two were…” “Close? Yeah, you’d think. Turns out you leaving created a break we couldn’t fix,” Dia shook her head. “We trusted you, Phil. What the fuck happened?” “I got greedy. I thought I could…I thought I could do so much through my music. But…but I wasn’t playing my music,” Phil sighed, running a hand over his face. His teeth caught his lower lip ring as he chewed on his lip thoughtfully, “I…I know I can never make it up to you but…” “But what, Phil? What more could you possibly want to say!?” Dia shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. Phil couldn’t tell if this was out of anger or pain, though he assumed it was a mix of both. “When you left, we lost everything! Cold and I got abandoned and you, what? Gave up on that the second you got bored! You think everything is great here? That somewhere bands are playing and somewhere hearts are light? Guess what!? Somewhere. Isn’t. Here.” “You think I gave it up because I got bored, D?” Phil asked, raising an eyebrow. “I gave it up because I wasn’t going to give up my morals anymore, give up my convictions anymore! I’d already betrayed them once when I…fuck D. I miss you! I miss Colt!” Dia looked away, refusing to meet his eyes for a moment. Phil knew her own morals were everything to the woman. It was one of the things he admired most about her, the way she stood so true to herself. “Phil it…it’s not easy for me. I…you get that right? You-“ Phil cupped her face softly, the pad of his thumb drying the tears that spilled down her cheek. “It’s not easy for me either. But…seven years, longer than seven years…I can’t stay away from Colt. From you. Let’s go get our friend, yeah? Let’s fix this.”

[concealdontfeeldude]

Gwen's signature musical theme/motif is a sped up version of the "Spider-Man, Spider-Man" song (yes, the one you just sang in your head). Same notes, just faster.

[braisedhoney]

time to try again.

[pyjamacryptid]

little girl, a patient: can I have a lollipop

doctor merlin in the 21st century: can you have— I have created butterflies from nothing and horses from smoke. I have seen empires rise, fall, crumble, and start from nothing but a fish in a poor man’s hand. I’ve fought witches and failed them too. I’ve laid waste to armies and blessed nations of people with health that will never make up for it. I have pantsed Kings and kissed Queens. I have stood upon the precipice of this world and called forth the ocean only for time to swallow me whole and spit me back out. And I would do it all again if I could grant you, dear Matilda, a lollipop.

little girl: strawberry?

merlin: say no more, Tilda, this should clear up the taste of that cold medicine right away

[unauthorized-output]

Vol. 3: The Subliminal Verses scans from the cd cover and insert