#weather song

[ionomycin]

Maiden of Light

[spanishplaydates]

Preschoolers - WEATHER Song & Activity | Spanish Play Dates

[fangrurin]

Fashion of the Great Houses of Westeros: House Arryn of the Eyrie

[lady-forest]

winter days

[rheya28]

Knitted Sweaters, car rides, and autumn leaves

[lihiominaa]

Mike Olbinski "Shadows in the Sky" 

[tabloidweather]

This seems relevant to your interests, Kalevauva.fi made a song called Talvi yllätti autoilijat, the lyrics are all lifted from newspaper/tabloid weather headlines

(Ed: I saw them perform this in the spring and was wondering when they would publish it (as did everybody else in the youtube comments, apparently). Thanks for the tip!)

[mayhasopinions]

silly little doodles of these silly little guys in this silly little podcast in this silly little world

[widgits]

what if i cried and throwed up aka cat gets to take her girls to the riverlands

[baeinhyuks]

[dazaistabletop]

Idk what to focus on sweater Chuuya or hot Mori or flannel Aku or the fact that they all look genuinely happy or-

[larsonabarsona]

🎶🎵I′m the escape, salvation, the mother of lies

I'm the mace, the map, the fall & the high

I'm the creator of chaos, the order of life

I′m the pain, the reaper, a structure of lies...

I AM THE LAW!!!🎵🎶

[milkbreadtoast]

Remade my braid tutorial (in video format) :) Hope it helps!!! life's too short to stress abt drawing braids when it's this ridiculously easy💆🏻

[luigis-slut]

I started listening to Welcome to Nightvale and had an epiphany about it after a dozen or so episodes

[adventuresofalgy]

It wasn't exactly wet, and it wasn't exactly cold. It wasn't even particularly windy, at least, not by the standards of the wild West Highlands. But it was grey, grey, grey… Just grey, grey, grey… And that was enough to dampen the spirits of anyone, even a daft fluffy bird.

Uncertain how to occupy himself on such a dreich day, Algy decided to profit from the dismal weather by catching up with his reading. He had been asleep for such a very long time that he was sure he had forgotten much of what he once remembered. Recalling some famous lines from The Taming of the Shrew:

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta’en; In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

he selected a volume from his own personal set of poetry books, and settled down to study it.

The grass was still uncomfortably moist, and the garden was hushed and still. The bees had not bothered to come out today, to buzz about the hydrangea flowers which they normally loved, and the robin only trilled a few desultory notes from time to time and then stopped. But Algy was undeterred. Taking great care to keep his book away from the damp foliage, he opened it in the middle and read:

The rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He passed by the town, and out of the street, A light wind blew from the gates of the sun, And waves of shadow went over the wheat, And he set him down in a lonely place, And chanted a melody loud and sweet, That made the wild-swan pause in her cloud, And the lark drop down at his feet. The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee, The snake slipt under a spray, The hawk stood with the down on his beak And stared, with his foot on the prey And the nightingale thought, "I have sung many songs, But never a one so gay, For he sings of what the world will be When the years have died away."

[Algy is reading the poem The Poet's Song by the 19th century English poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson.]

[chiropteracupola]

Come on, the weather man's reporting / That the weather's right for sporting / And for love and assorted courting / Together is just what we've got to get!

[oz construct trio, requested by @sanguinarysanguinity]