#yelpies

[thealogie]

do you know if there’s any interview where micheal and/or david talk about their vocal prep for aziraphale and crowley? because not only do they have to put on the english accent but micheal goes higher and david goes gruffer and id love to know their processes for that if they have any or if they’re just so good they can turn it on and off

I think I’ve now listened to enough interviews to say with confidence they haven’t talked about that, but I’ve also listened both of them so many voices in audiobooks (like easily over 100 different accents and registers each) that I don’t think they do a tremendous amount of prep beyond just thinking of a voice that goes with the character

[true-blue-sonic]

*opening my Flufftober document* I sliced my finger doing dishes and I'm going to make it Silver's problem

[ddaycarecenter]

Yandere ! Prime Rick x Reader

i forgor who requested this but HERE I AM WEEKS LATER !! INM SORRYY

srry if theres spelling errors. i didn’t have time to edit -n-

Prime Rick who loves to dance around you. Once he knows he wants you, he’ll either do two things kidnap you immediately and play mind games with you, mentally torturing you and tiring you out.

Or he’ll watch you from afar, playing with you sense of deja vu. Rick will have you thinking your seeing things and questioning whether or not someone is following you.

Prime Rick doesn’t see you as a person More so as a trophy and an object. Something to toy around with, or something pretty to look at.

Prime Rick can be pretty cold at times. He completely disregards how you feel. If you scream or shout at him, he’ll just ignore you or leave you alone. Worst case, he’ll get rid of you.

Prime Rick doesn’t feel like he needs any permission to do anything. You could be minding your own business watching inter-dimensional cable, when Prime grabs you and forces you to do whatever he wants.

Affection with Rick is erratic and random, sometimes he’ll be gentle with you and other times rough. Other times he could leave you alone and if you try to hug him or anything he’ll just push you away

Prime Rick is very flirty and sexual with you. Often making suggestive comments out of the most random things with you. If he’s feeling touchy or possessive enough, he might just hold you tightly and force you into his lap.

Prime Rick loves to hug you from behind. It gives him so much control of you and he loves to feel your body up and down. sometimes randomly , he’ll surprise you and bite your neck, making you all read and yelpy. He finds it cute when you are flustered, shocked, and very embarrassed. He LIVES to see reactions out of you.

If Prime Rick feels playful enough, he’ll just randomly poke you or touch you in a sensitive spot, just to see you jump. He’ll look at you like a person who Awww’s at a dog who just rolled over and kiss you.

While you hated being kidnapped by Rick, things aren’t always so boring. If you really behave yourself and do whatever Rick wants you to, he might take you on his adventures. Most likely a small, non dangerous adventure. for the sake of protecting you from harm and just being jealous that anyone can lay eyes on you. Rick will be much more possessive of you during adventures. He won’t allow you to move more than 3 feet away from him. Don’t even bother trying to use this as an escape plan. Rick 100% has trackers on you at all times, and can catch up to you very quickly.

Prime Rick would definitely put you in simulation. Just to fuck with you, making you think you had a chance at escaping or seeing your family again. When he shuts it down, laughing at you hysterically like he didn’t just mentally destroy you, he would just pat you on the back cooing and mocking you. Rick would tease you saying it was a “Woaaahhhahaha! Good try there , sugar!”

You were horrified into thinking rick was going to punish you for even having the IDEA of escape in your mind but all he did was laugh and “give you points” for your character. You felt sick that he saw you as some sort of character to some game, and he was the player. 

Unfortunately escape is just impossible. You can’t beat his genius or his technology. Managed to get away? Rick just has a tracker on you. Trying to get ahold of your friends ? He’ll already be right there waiting for you to see them, just to kill them in front of you. Unless you want to stay alive , it’s best to just accept where you are. Otherwise, if your too much trouble, Prime rick would just realize your not worth the trouble and get rid of you.

[solvskrift]

“What is this?”

Jim’s cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling, but he angled his PADD and took another snapshot.

“It’s a puppy!”

“Ashayam,” said Spock patiently, the effect rather ruined by the wriggling creature in his arms. “I am aware of what a canine’s young is called. I was referring to the situation. Where did you find this puppy, and why is it here?”

Hearing Spock say ‘puppy’ like he was talking about a photon torpedo was even better than Jim had dared to hope.

“It’s not an ‘it,’ she’s a ‘her,’ and I adopted her!”

That little crease of confusion appeared between Spock’s eyebrows. Adorable. “You – ”

“Well, we adopted her. I have paperwork for you to sign, by the way.”

Spock held the little brown ball of fluff out at arms’ length and examined her with a critical eye, then looked at Jim doubtfully. The puppy’s hind legs scrabbled at the air. “Jim,” he tried again. “Why did you not consult me about this?”

Jim summoned his best puppy dog eyes - which, he realized belatedly, he was going to have competition at now - and chewed on the corner of his lip in that way he knew made Spock melt.

Spock’s expression barely shifted, but Jim just knew he was melting on the inside. Gooey and delicious, just like that Betazoid chocolate they’d experimented with that time on Risa –

Jim shook himself out of that thought. God forbid he say this, but it wasn’t the time.

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” he pouted, reaching up to scratch the pup behind her ears. She flipped her tiny head this way and that trying to lick at his fingers. Jim giggled happily, and when he looked up Spock was giving him that look.

The one that said plainly to anyone paying attention that in Spock’s estimation Jim might as well have hung the stars in the cosmos.

“Fine,” Spock said. He shifted the pup in his arms so he was holding her less like a bomb and more like a - furry, yelpy, awkward - baby. “We may keep her.”

“Yes!” Jim punched the air and planted a noisy kiss on Spock’s cheek. He turned to their new dog, smooshing her face between his hands. “You hear that? You are officially the newest addition to the Kirk family.” Jim paused. “House of Surak family? What are we? Do you even have a last name?” He injected his voice with betrayal. “Why don’t I know these things? You clearly don’t trust me, I want a divorce.”

Spock just sighed, which was similar to him doing nothing at all, and turned away.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“I presume you did not prepare sufficiently before bringing her home – ”

“Uhhhh…”

“ – so I’m going to make a list of supplies we will need to make certain she is given proper care.”

“See!” Jim cried. He spread his arms wide to illustrate his point. “This is why we make a great team.”

“You may pick a name for her, if you prefer,” Spock went on as though Jim were simply part of the furniture and hadn’t just spoken. “But I reserve the right to veto any ridiculous suggestions.”

Spock deposited the puppy on the floor, and she promptly trotted after him to paw insistently at his heels.

Jim frowned. “Admiral Floof is not ridiculous.”

“I am not referring to our pet as ‘Admiral Floof’ to others with the ability to hear spoken language.”

“I don’t know,” Jim grinned, “that was pretty endearing. Say it again.”

The Admiral chose that opportune moment to pee all over Spock’s new boots.

Spock looked up at him and narrowed his eyes as if this were all Jim’s fault.

Jim slapped on an open-mouthed smile and shot both fists into the air. “Parenthood! This is gonna be fun!”

[chaoscuddleslut]

laid down to sleep and remembered a tickly dream i had a night or two ago - one abt someone that was a mix of people i knew/know in a way that's happened before.

it focused on holding that someone from behind, and the soft squish between my arms and legs as i held them, and putting my chin over their shoulder and tickling over their belly with both my hands as they were squirming and laughing and hmmngnnmmg it was Adorable

probably somewhat less adorable and more horny was the focus it turned towards of her bellybutton and specifically tickling there, esp since she got increasingly flaily and yelpy in between the giggles. i don't remember anything past that, i think i woke up, but it sure did leave me in a Mood....

[waitmyturtles]

I've been trying to hold on as much as possible during today's busy work schedule and managing this HELLA cold I have, but I can't help but YELP a few words about the Cherry Magic Thailand trailer that released earlier today!

(If you're a longtime reader of this space, you will know that, besides being a Bad Buddy girlie, I am VERY MUCH A CHERRY MAGIC GIRLIE, here, go read some stuff I wrote!)

As opposed to my wibbles about GMMTV's Kieta Hatsukoi/My Love Mix-Up adaptation -- I am onboard with TayNew as KaranAchi/KurosawaAdachi. I think, I think?! -- that they can level up to the camp that Machida Keita and Akaso Eiji delivered in the Japanese version.

Will it be fair to compare?! This is going to become an ongoing question as GMMTV adapts more material from Japan. For myself: I don't think I can help but to compare these properties to their original Japanese versions. I admit that I have nostalgia, and I'll do my best to be critically objective to the show itself -- while remaining aware of where the material comes from. (I didn't watch Enchanté, but I know of its reputation, and I will admit that I have some jibbles about Film Pawis being an AD on CMT.)

But all that being said: I still have not seen GeminiFourth in My School President yet. And I have spent a LOT of time with TayNew as I watched Dark Blue Kiss, and their preceding Kiss/Kiss Me Again/Our Skyy x Kiss work for my Old GMMTV Challenge project. I saw how they improved drastically with a different kind of script in DBK, and I think, and have hope, that they can rise to the challenge of adapting a beloved work in Cherry Magic. And: New did show off comedic chops in The Warp Effect.

I loved their yelpy inner monologues in the trailer. And I happen to really appreciate that the show actually has a couple of Japanese elements! I did a head-turn when I heard "san juu" at the start of the trailer, HA, and I love that the guys are shown in a sento:

So I feel like there's something interesting going on here, more than just a straight-from-the-page adaptation. If there's some cultural experimentation and mixing between Thailand and Japan? I'll be all over it.

AND: Yu Toyota, the mangaka behind the original Cherry Magic manga, is fully onboard with the adaptation.

(It's so cute how TayNew rendered in photography what Yu Toyota drew to make the original announcement of the show last year 😭)

ANYWAY! Again, I'm just yelping in the cuteness. I hope the show's good! I PRAY THE SHOW WILL BE GOOD. My nostalgia for the original Cherry Magic, which I watched right around this time last year as I was beginning my journey into more Asian BLs, will live on with me for a long time. I like that GMMTV put its vets into this experiment. For their sake, and for the girlies, I hope it works. (And I'm not watching Cooking Crush, to allow me room to fit this into a busy December of shows. The payoff better be worth it!)

[lovelymessybubbly]

I didnt take you for a helluva fan, can I hear your headcanons for Loona from Helluva?

haha yes i enjoyed it pretty well, it is quite charming (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) ♡ and loona is cool. honestly i always felt so ler for her (i wanna tickle a cool rude girl !!) but then i thought on it a little more and i was like “ah, there is def some ler potential here”

because she is quite brash and aggressive, but she was very kind and caring with octavia, so i often think of her as a type of roughly-gentle ler, if that makes sense ?? lol like she would tease you in a warm and low voice, but she would be super mean, like “haha, yes, scream for me !” or “aww, sounds like you can’t stand it.. perfect !!” and her tickles would be super quick and chaotic, and gritty and digging, but her claws would be so sharp and dexterous (she is a trained assassin after all) so it would bring those unbearable tingles you get on your skin like when a pretty girl drags manicured nails lightly on your skin. the kind that almost feels like fire, it is so effective !! i think she would be a really terrifying type like that. takes “tickled to death” a bit too seriously lol (๑˃͈꒵˂͈๑)

i would definitely still tickle her, though. imagine the growly cackles and the yelpy threats. i am sure she would flail and writhe and thrash with all her might but i bet if you got her pinned and dug into her armpits real good, she would let out an amazingly attractive raspy laugh. uwaah !! ♡͙♡͚₍⸉ॢ⸍͕͈ ˕̫ ⸌͔͈⸊ॢ₎♡͚♡͙ one can only dream, i suppose

[444names]

Names generated from Quenya names, excluding the letter "K"

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[hospitalterrorizer]

diary159

2/20-21/2024

tuesday - wednesday

struggling with a song, in a funny way.

i am trying to get the vocals to sit right, it's a very difficult thing, sometimes they feel too quiet, sometimes they feel too loud, it seems like there's 0 inbetween i can get and i think partially the issue that i dislike the vocal take at the start. or idk. i can't tell, honestly, maybe it's too saturated too? in which case i need to roll that off, i guess next is that. trying that nowwww. i'm so annoying , to myself, getting stuck on songs like this, i wanted to do more today.

but i didn't do nothing, i guess, instead i've been focused on some hard songs and i did some recording, i don't like the recording much but it's at least got me practicing this song. i just don't know what to do with my voice, i guess i should try earlier in the day tomorrow, as early as possible, warm up and stuff asap, and try to do harsh stuff if i need to. i do think i need to. if that goes well, i can do something w/ other songs that need vocals in parts. it's just hard getting the yelpy stuff right, or getting to that place vocally, idk, i need to warm it up but i worry about annoying people. i think it'd be less annoying if i just did it in fewer takes, get out of my head, and just go. but that's got its own issues too.

anyway, it rained today, which was really fun, it's very pretty out, it felt nice on my skin, the cold air, and i found that missing tiny cardigan thing which made me sooo happy. so i have that going for me. we went out to eat tonight at this very bad ramen place, which sucks, idk how they fuck it up so bad but they did. they had good kimbap at least, or maybe that's just relative to everything else. it sucks to eat like, not even mid, it was bad. my gf got chicken ramen and it just had a whole chicken leg dropped in it, and the chicken was like, it tasted of ginger and soap. very weird flavor. mine was like, water seasoned with hints of dishwater. the ramen i make out of the like, packs, you know, instant stuff. idk how i lost that word. instant ramen. i am like stupid. i am stupid today, i'm like an idiot, i'm like actually really really stupid every day. it makes me fee lawful to be an idiot. anyways. that stuff tastes better, like i am fucking w/ it i'm not just saying the msg loaded packets are good on their own (but they are), this place was obviously trying and fucking it up i think, or maybe it's just an off day for them? idk. it didn't really feel like it. they also didn't let us make the ramen spicy. idk how they don't have chili oil.

after that my gf was so disappointed we went to get boba, which made her happy. it was a nice day with her, basically, the bad food maybe made it more fun in a way, cuz we will remember it. it's like, who really remembers "that time everything was normal and fine," anyways.

the song is definitely coming along, i think, maybe i'm delusional though. it was def an issue of too much saturation on the master, but maybe not the sends, it's easy to pull that up too much instead of just clean gain. cuz my brain is fucked up and likes drive over that, but it's important to keep that balanced, if i need more fuckedup-ness on the instrumental, it's easy to do that w/ the send, i should remember this now.

doing some fun stuff to the song now, i'm glad to be getting to this zone w/ the thing.

earlier tonight i got annoyed at people who were talking about how exciting it is when ai outputs nonsense, and how that's 'experimental poetry' and how it's all they wanna write, and now it just doesn't matter, a few hours on, or idk, it irks me, it's always going to irk me, because it's this formalist thing, over anything that's trying to illustrate something, get at anything, it's like looking at the huge amount of detritus piled up online and saying that it's actually avant garde to participate in that, rather than the most normal thing imaginable. like oh yeah you're so avant garde for spitting out faux poeticisms at random, as if through a grinder. i've seen poetry like that read out loud, fractured nonsense that aims at poetry itself, takes up that dead skin and parades it around, and i've seen poetry of measurements and stuff that 'should not be in poetry,' when people take dirty stuff or whatever, or technical nonsense, coding language, whatever, ascii art, anything, i've seen so much. it's well tread ground, all this formalism and efforts to sit in the avant garde won't meant a fucking thing when you're just trying to get there because all you're used to is consuming the most out there art cuz you've been too online. it's not that people should strive to be normal to be readable, i think my writing makes it evident i don't care about that, in fact, i hate that. i hate the idea of sitting near any norm, i hate the norm, i hate what it does to people, and i love mostly out there art, it's mostly what i think i make and care about, i know people, real people, who produce work that is truly, actually, avant garde, recently i was shown a first poem by a distant friend in chicago, and was amazed by it, he achieved things i struggled to do, for so long, he found answers to problems i've come up against! and to see that, my god, there is no envy, there is only gratefulness, i could cry, i feel tears at my eyes, he articulated so much with much thought, he got there, he got to the root of the simultaneous and there is no comfortable distance, there is no remove, and it also not fallen to some vitalist fantasy, it is something else, really. it is something else. my friend in saudi arabia, he too is something else. there are people, living, breathing, speaking from their points, or maybe not speaking, coming up against the issue of speaking, i am coming up against the issue of speaking, and not trying to, but wailing, using the detritus to point elsewhere, at right here, to give it location, and a way out. i do not sit masturbating in it, i do not sit and refuse ecstasy / disarray/derangement of the senses in order to receive the diseased spittle of pure logic's runtime errors, stupid apollonian pulsions to transpose the structureless into a structure, the vomit of ai is only words weighted too heavily for brief periods before unseen and underpaid hands (most likely) do something to mess with the weights again. submitting to this feels awful, to see what's valued most highly in terms of use and probability and just letting that run, what comes as a surprise for people is just that it might say something strange, because it deems it possible.

obviously i really don't hate anyone just fucking with it, as an idea, you can get it to output a mass of text and take that text and arrange it, but this gets into the territory of editing, which is really where so many of my issues lie. people like ai vomit because it seems to mean something (they might say this is not the case, do not trust them), they like ownership of that meaning and think they can transmit it, or overwhelm you via some kind of maximalism into something being meaningful. all this creates is an exhausting wall of text, basically pornographic in its nature, i guess i wonder if so many people find ai fascinating cuz of its potential to 'expose', because it tells you its weights, this makes the work, worse than pointless, some kind of moralistic exercise in illustrating social sickness, pointing at a tumor, saying, look how awful this is, look what you did, look what you did by googling and breathing and using the computer.

whatever, though, it really is pointless. some portion of people making art want to say that doing something basically regular and ideal for the rich, is actually very cool and interesting. like, yeah, tether yourself to this technology, it's so useful for creating new work, it's faster and when you figure out how to get what you want, you never have to stop, it's writing that can be replicated in style and mood, you can have variation without variance. it is possible. selling the avant garde (it's typically already bought (but when it isn't, it's incredibly important)).

this just bothers me so much i guess because it's invalidating people i know, and of course myself, it's like, it wounds me to feel like i don't exist, obviously, and i would prefer it not, and it wounds me to feel like people just could see my friend's work and not care at all, or think something very stupid, like, oh it's so ai or whatever, idk what these people really think. i don't think all this because the ai 'has no soul' or whatever but it's just so indicative of an apathy w/r/t the production of new work or anyone's new work. i've complained abt the novelty issue/ futurist circlejerk but it's really annoying to see people trying to shortcut a way into being like, new, or fresh, or experimental. new technology is always exciting and fun to experiment w/ but when it's new it's at its most volatile and most experiments turn out to be pointless ones, when you're just ultimately stress testing something that exists to order and catalog every human life and maybe kill people someday somewhere, or right now.

it's also the feeling that literature, as a form right now, is so narrow, the appeal is narrow, it's fine, no one has to care, it doesn't need to matter, but it makes one worry about new work, and where attention will go. the people who like the kinds of things i like, aren't really going to care, but obviously it's going to be easy to automate the formulaic and mostly bad kinds of writing out there, it feels like this is going to be technology which keeps people from ever having to encounter anything actually strange.

idk, all this gives me funny ideas, like, what if i make fakes of ai generations out of pieces of writing, because the other thing is it's basically easy to write 'like that' but maybe better, and then just take pictures of my screen or whatever of junk things, when i get the thing right. faking ai seems funny at least for a bit. i don't think anyone would really see or care, though. and what would faking it rlly do, it'd just be a kind of stupid trolling, idk, i like the idea still, i guess just maybe as like, a dare, sorta, like, if i could write it convincingly, which i guess i can't because i enjoy not writing literal nonsense, but writing messes, which are different (messes have sources), so i guess people could clock it, i figure.

but this made me write some messy stuff, which is fun at least.

the song is still feeling weird, but it's getting late, i might just want to cut it here, see where i stand tomorrow. it might just go over better mixing a vocal take i actually like. maybe the lyrics are the issue, a word like 'everybody' is hard to say right.

well it definitely sounds better after this last export at least.

one last export, and then i will sleep, and then i will record when i wake up.

this ai thing is just dumb, because all i really wish for is the ability to show people how much of an eyeroll it all is, all that posing, and whatever, by rolling my eyes, involuntarily, it would arrive thru me, a vessel for tiny social irritations expressed without knowing i express it. but i cannot, and it would be mean to use the eyeroll emoji. i can handle being a little mean in life, but online, it's just far worse, people take it way more personally, which is understandable, it's harder for people to separate themselves from their utterances, which makes people not want to reflect or whatever on what they say, and their utterances being them, they speak w/ such authority and whatever, it's agitating. i hope, mostly, that this was not agitating, for anyone reading. i don't really exist in this mode most of the time but it's like, idk, problematic i guess is the only word. i don't care about like, small stuff w/ ai or people just having fun w/ it, it just becomes intolerable when it becomes a whole artistic ethos/tool/supplants something and is supposedly superior to. idk.

anyway it's a dumb thing to really think about too much so now i am going to sleep, the song just needs new vocal takes in places and i should try to go wherever i decide i need to go tomorrow, so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[bandofchimeras]

downloaded a new interject alter/presence but she's actually more like an elder spirit of the land who is now communicating within bc we are building her a shrine...Old slow mossy warm wise grandmother who can backhand you across time and space if need be. anyways she smiles at all the yelpy whiny bits of this personality constellation and calls us "love" excited to see what we can do now that she has a space inside us and we are under her guidance.

[rejectory]

@wornclean: direct.

The thing about civvies is they can’t tell peelable license plates from the real deal. Always keep an eye out for stick-ons. Always walk like you have self-esteem.

But no. She’s gotta pass the blackout car not looking, hand shoved down the guts of her bag.

This ain’t his job. —The carjacking he was about to have a literal stab at, well, who said anything about that.

A bald head beacons. Gone behind that wasp-striped column. Another shoulder shrugs down behind a BMW.

This is an oxidized feeling. No—- he means rusted. Old. Young woman, ugly things waiting. Except.

What’d she do?

C’mon. Nine… more.

Robust from the heel, Bucky spins her on her own axis and momentum both by the waist, disappears her behind the family van. Her mouth slots shut in his palm, chin bracketed hard. He’s had enough yelpy bites in his career, thanks.

The bling of his metal fingers shhhs over his lip. His head nuh-uhs—no funny business—then jerks to the side. Problem’s over there, not me.

[bunny-slave]

grrr every time i see your rare non-reblogs yearning for more, i wish i could give you what you want. i dont think you have any idea how hard i crave the feeling of your tummy twitching instinctively when the big bad wolf girl licks a stripe up to your bellybutton before lapping you up and drinking your cum. the small yelpy noises as you stare down at my teeth, the twitches and shakes slowly escaping you as you get closer till all you can do is pant and beg. ugh, youd be such a cute little morsel to have in my mouth...

-random anon who finds you cute

Oh please make me such a mess

My body is yearning

DMs are open to anyone

[reckonslepoisson]

Hold On Now, Youngster..., Los Campesinos (2008)

Remember the Wombats? Y’know, that exceptionally English group from the ‘00s with shit-tonnes of yelpy energy and teeth-grinding earnestness and that song about Joy Division? Well, imagine the Wombats had been actually musically exceptional: that they’d been supremely skilled in their play, restlessly creative in their songwriting, compelling in their lyricism. And, most of all, imagine they’d been Welsh.That’s essentially Los Campesinos. For me, anyway.

Pick: ‘You! Me! Dancing!’

[d1rtgru8-t4lk5]

૮ ✧ ﻌ ✧ა < gettiing a lot of audiitoryss today and currently ii keep heariing what ssounds liike the combiinatiion of a dog yelpiing and a metal table beiing dragged acrossss a floor ++add an echo affect

૮ ✧ ﻌ ✧ა < what//why the fuck

[theeverlastingshade]

A few weeks ago Neutral Milk Hotel announced an exhaustive, career spanning box set containing everything that they've ever released, and shared the live version and demo "Little Birds", which is the last song that Mangum ever wrote. The lo-fi production and emphasis on Jeff Mangum's yelpy vocals immediately call back to the charming intimacy of their masterwork, In the Aeroplane Over the Sea, and probably could have fit neatly on that record's second side. The sparse arrangement, consisting of vocals and acoustic guitar from Jeff, accordion from the band's Jeremy Barnes, and violin from Heather Trost, hits some early onset momentum from Jeff's raw guitar playing that never really lets up. There's more space here than on most NMH recordings which gives Jeff's voice plenty of room to sprawl as the music progresses.

"Little Birds" was supposedly informed by an experience that Mangum had confronting a street preacher in Athens who was spewing anti LGBTQ rhetoric, and it's not hard to hear tried and true Christian talking points reverberating throughout "Daddy, come towards me/I can see his hands are shaking/Put his hands against me, he could feel their bodies breaking/Push me to the floor and put his hands up for a beating/"I don't want to hear it anymore" he kept repeating/Do you really want the burning hell to come and get you". "Little Birds" is as well-realized as anything on ItAOtS, and while it doesn't sound like there are any new unreleased gems from the band on the horizon, it's a welcome surprise to finally have it available.

[prxckedradiolove]

I have sailed the world beheld it‘s wonders from the pearls of Spain to the rubies of Tibet 🥰

No pressure tags <33

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reblog w the song lyrics in your head NOW. either stuck in yr head or what yr listening to