#where have I heard this song before

[graveyardgayme]

"That is the cornerstones of this franchise: you've got Will Smith, the 19-year-old, and Macklin Celebrini, the 18-year-old. Both fantastic players that are just gonna grow and get better with more experience. That's the future of the San Jose Sharks right there."

Sharks vs. Senators | 2024.11.27

[cent-scratchnsniff]

l-o-v-e l-o-v-e

[via-fm]

making a mirador meme everyday until they announce the ep/album

day 70

[vaguely-concerned]

I am so mad about how desperately into pan I am. he was specifically made to fuck me up. they dangled him in front of me like 'hey would you like to see a sad clown trickster with emotional intimacy issues and a heart of, if not gold, then some mysterious alloy with qualities not at all unlike those of gold at the end of the day?' and I went 'boy would I!' and now I'm lost. I'm on my knees he's like if reyes vidal was actually redeemable instead of just a 'release my man he did do all of that but I don't care' situation

[wixhing0nastar]

One of my favorite Raeda-related TOH headcanons is that following their break up, Raine accidentally became a famous one-hit wonder with a song they wrote and recorded about their breakup which was why Eda already knew things were okay between the two of them when they reunited in Eda’s Requiem.

Raine, of course, only ever produced the one song before disappearing from the public eye (not that they were really in it to begin with cuz: stage fright) and no one really connected the obscure pop artist from 20 years ago with the new head of the Bard Coven.

I imagine Luz and co find out at some point and hilarity of some sort ensues.

[radioroxx]

funniest thing ever is being recommended so many videos recently of people reacting to taylor swifts new songs n stuff (over instagram mostly) and them treating it like its this great and horrible tragedy. but then i hear the lyrics and its the most dogshit, half-assed writing you could ever imagine

[water-weaving]

(small) achievement of the day: wrote and arranged a bach-inspired lyre praeludium 😌👍

[acebytaemin]

my beautiful friends recommending songs.. There’s literally nothing better on this earth.

[supersecretnerd]

Ok so these designs are cute as hell, the Internet is just mean

I have too many thoughts about a game I still need to watch

[ghostdnfie]

bro okay the funniest thing just happened i was watching the princess and the frog (bc i haven't watched it since i was like. 6 maybe?) and then that song came up that goes 'i got voodoo i got hoodoo i got things i aint even tried' and i instantly got smiletwt flashbacks 😭😭

[buysomecheese]

Why has nobody told me how good the Amazing Devils (?) actually are

[caterpillarinacave]

my world has been flipped over

[ondaja]

How do I explain that an rtvs stream made me draw Olimar as Elton John

[acourtofquestions]

Hearth to hearth, the Flame of War went.

Over snow-blasted mountains and amongst the trees of tangled forests, hiding from the enemies that prowled the skies. Through long, bitterly cold nights where the wind howled as it tried to wipe out any trace of that flame.

But the wind did not succeed, not against the flame of the queen.

So hearth to hearth, it went.

To remote villages where people screamed and scattered as a young-faced woman descended from the skies on a broom, waving her torch high.

Not to signal them, but the few women who did not run. Who walked toward the flame, the rider, as she called out, "Your queen summons you to war. Will you fly?"

Trunks hidden in attics were thrown open. Folded swaths of red cloth pulled from within. Brooms left in closets, beside doorways, tucked under beds, were brought out, bound in gold or silver or twine. And swords-ancient and beautiful—were drawn from beneath floorboards, or hauled down from haylofts, their metal shining as bright and fresh as the day they had been forged in a city now lying in ruin.

Witches, the townsfolk whispered, husbands wide-eyed and disbelieving as the women took to the skies, red cloaks billowing. Witches amongst us all this time.

Village to village, where hearths that had never once gone fully dark blazed in answer.

Always one rider going out, to find the next hearth, the next bastion of their people.

Witches, here amongst us. Witches, now going to war.

A rising tide of witches, who took to the skies in their red cloaks, swords strapped to their backs, brooms shedding years of dust with each mile northward.

Witches who bade their families farewell, offering no explanation before they kissed their sleeping babes and vanished into the starry night.

Mile after mile, across the darkening world, the call went out, ceaseless and unending as the eternal flame that passed from hearth to hearth.

"Fly, fly, fly!" they shouted. "To the queen! To war!"

Far and wide, through snow and storm and peril, the Crochans flew.

[rimouskis]

>searching for character/ship playlists >finds one >opens it >first songs I see are by taylor swift, twenty one pilots, and melanie martinez >closes it >repeat ad infinitum