#git goose

[songbird-hatching]

Posting a bird a day to keep my dysphoria at bay /31

There will be a probably a lot of geese pics coming :3

[scarebats]

mav with a sunburn on his nose but there’s a tan line where his sunglasses sit

[moniquill]

Delicious, with many useful feathers

YES I’ve been chased and hissed at by a Canada goose but it doesn’t make me hate them guess I’m just built different

[tradfolkpoll]

american traditional folk song tournament

welcome to the american traditional folk song tournament! round 1 will begin shortly. a complete list of upcoming matchups is under the cut

i've been working on the railroad vs jay gould's daughter

all the pretty little horses vs gallows pole

omie wise vs virgin mary

jelly jelly vs green grow the lilacs

stewball vs rising of the moon

lily of the west vs rose of aberdeen

there is balm in gilead vs john hardy

erie canal vs mi y'malel

sept ans sur mer vs skip to my lou

hob ich a por oksen vs feuilles-o

the e-ri-e vs roll the old chariot

the cuckoo vs samson and delilah

santiana vs wild mountain thyme

blind man lay beside the way vs wind and rain

el cañutero vs haul away joe

old blue vs lauterbach

rock island line vs rye whiskey

motherless child vs black is the colour of my trule love's hair

roving gambler vs turtle dove

jesse james vs oh miss i have a very fine farm

down by the riverside vs blackest crow

arkansas traveler vs hold the fort

streets of laredo vs one morning in may

liza up a 'simmon tree vs st james infirmary

sloop john b vs we shall overcome

the crawdad song vs the wagoner's lad

cotton eyed joe vs foreman monroe

wade in the water vs wild goose grasses

go tell it on the mountain vs careless love

i bought me a cat vs sea lion woman

jubilee vs froggie went a-courting

single girl, married girl vs the bailiff's daughter of islington

go down moses vs little joe the wrangler

the water is wide vs go tell aunt rhodie

storms are on the ocean vs come along john

frankie vs roll jordan roll

captain kidd vs midnight special

worried man blues vs the chickens they are crowing

joshua fit the battle of jericho vs jam on jerry's rocks

did you feed my cow vs trail of tears

jane jane vs colorado trail

take this hammer vs long lonesome road

dink's song vs molasses

five nights drunk vs pay day

make me a pallet on your floor vs cape cod girls

john the revelator vs all her answers were no

engine 143 vs every time i feel the spirit

diamond joe vs call of the moose

michael, row the boat ashore vs farther along

buffalo gals vs boston come-all-ye

wayfaring stranger vs undone in sorrow

the unquiet grave vs the moonshiner

the longest train i ever saw vs banks of the ohio

shenandoah vs this little light of mine

how can i keep from singing vs i ride an old paint

little black train vs this train is bound for glory

the riddle song vs railroad bill

grey goose vs goin' down the road feelin' bad

when first unto this country vs cripple creek

pretty saro vs song of the boatman

cotton mill girls vs wildwood flower

fatal flower garden vs cumberland gap

twelve gates to the city vs git along little dogies

sliding delta vs darby ram

when johnny comes marching home vs down in the willow garden

down by the bay vs darling corey

oh freedom vs old chisholm trail

another man done gone vs deep blue sea

john brown's body vs matty groves

wabash cannonball vs ell corrido de gregorio cortez

down to the river to pray vs casey jones

tom dooley vs la delgadina

the old soldier vs cindy

the e-ri-e vs poor working girl

avondale mine disaster vs sun will never go down

greenland whale fisheries vs the dodger song

way down the old plank road vs railroad boy

lost jimmie whalen vs shady grove

watercresses vs remon

stagolee vs clementine

pay me my money down vs la rancherita

bulbe vs young hunting

little brown bulls vs we shall not be moved

i never will marry vs the dying soldier to his shipmates

golden vanity vs scarborough fair

bury me not on the lone prairie vs ox driver's song

little moses vs didn't my lord deliver daniel

what shall we do with the baby-o vs twelve gates to the city

handsome molly vs cigarettes will spoil your life

whisky johnny vs pretty polly

when the stars begin to fall vs solidarity forever

in the pines vs bootlegger's story

buffalo skinners vs siss net alli daag luschdich leewe

hallelujah, i'm a bum vs ain't it a shame

silver dagger vs bring me a little water, silvie

i'll fly away vs evil hearted blues

las posadas vs no more auction block

the diggers' song vs sitting on top of the world

green grass grows all around vs big rock candy mountain

corrina, corrina vs columbus stockade blues

hold on vs wreck of the old 97

old joe clark vs soon be over

follow the drinking gourd vs de colores

peggy-o vs house carpenter

springfield mountain vs the foggy dew

come all ye fair and tender ladies vs don't let your deal go down

johnny has gone for a soldier vs steal away

railroadin' some vs jan jansen

love is pleasing vs the devil's nine questions

lonesome valley vs we shall be free

geordie vs when i first came to this land

red river valley vs leatherwing bat

scandalize my name vs boll weevil

you are my sunshine vs down in the valley

audubon zoo vs poor paddy works on the railway

on top of old smokey vs the cherry tree carol

three ravens vs schpinn, schpinn

she baked a hoecake vs see that my grave is kept clean

barbara allen vs take a whiff on me

polly vaughn vs skip to my lou

nine pound hammer vs the wild wild berry

no hiding place vs deep river blues

hares on the mountain vs der rebbe elimelech

john henry vs jenny jenkins

didn't old john cross the water vs bury me beneath the willow

skin and bones vs the fox

knoxville girl vs house of the rising sun

mary don't you weep vs going across the mountain

[countthelions]

younger days, found in old photographs, and remembered in rosy clarity

[post hell-raising, the boys re-meet their loves]

Out here where there's more wild spaces than civilized towns, that wild tended to bleed into just about everything. There's even more magic to be had there, and the worst of the effects are magic storms. When the rains start brewing, most monsters can tell the difference of what's about to come down on 'em. The storms tended to leave a right mess of magic, but that early warning helped the more sensitive folk prepare, and told the rest of the townsfolk to git ready for the side effects. It's all just a part of life out in the west, monsters reckon. So the one that swept through Deadwood ain't anything strange, nor special for the pair of hell-raisers turned bar-owners and ranch hands.

Waking next to a much younger Gaster was not what Grillby expected the storm's backlash to be. The kid isn't anything like his husband tempered down to. Down being the snag Grillby's shirt got caught on. The rip was going to take ages to mend.

"Christ kid," Grillby sighed for the third time that hour. Fire didn't grey, but he could see Azzy's hair turning greyer and greyer as the sun crossed the sky an' as the pair of 'em watched the skeleton wrassle his way through this season's newest cowhands with little success.

He was smart, always, even more at that age, but them bones were still white and bleached through with magic that'd yet to find out how to not cut anything on its way out. If this was the third scuffle Grillby was pulling him out of, he reckoned that was the reason. It was a damn good thing that Gaster recognized the fire, instead of stealing the first horse that looked friendly his way. He was plenty of trouble as is without the loyal folks getting permission to bite the thief back. This time, Grillby parted the crowd real quick; the hands learned to point their goose necks towards the soil lest they wanted to invite the trouble right to their doors too.

"I had 'im handled." Gaster sulked, smacking Grillby's hand off of his collar where he'd been scuffed up off of the ground. Grillby's hand moved to his arm.

 "Sure you did. An' the mud on yer face was intentional too, you reckon?" 

Gaster glared at him; it was sharp as a snake even without the scars. Then he grinned, and the snake fangs in it made Grillby's heart stutter. This was gunna be a long day.

---

 'Course the next storm doing the exact opposite should've warned Gaster plenty of what he'd be dealing with. He always liked Grillby, a charmer from the first day they met and every day after that too. 

But young moonshiner Grillby? A Grillby who held his hand up, touching the ring 'round his finger with a wolf-whistle like he never thought tyin' himself to another would feel so good, then tasted like danger when he yanked Gaster down for a morning hello. A Grillby who woke up sleepy Deadwood faster than a flood would wash 'em all away - but did his best to leave just the same sort of lasting impression anyways. 

A Grillby with nothin' to lose, with a soul like a firework, and a fire that burned jus' about everything it touched.

'cept Gaster.

He made sure not to burn him. "A pretty thing like you? Shoot, naw, I want that to last."

Well, the good ol' Lord never helped Gaster in the past, but maybe He would now. He was gunna follow that smile right off a cliff this time.

[qqueenofhades]

May I ask for new year’s eve Dreamling watching the ball drop because Hob celebrates every year, Morpheus isn’t the sort of person who cares at all, but Hob forces him to celebrate and wear the dumb paper glasses and stuff anyway

"Hob," Dream says, not for the first time, in a deeply pained tone. "I simply do not see why this rigmarole is necessary."

"It's necessary because I say it's necessary, you joyless git." Hob dulls the sting by leaning over to plant a kiss on Dream's cheek, adjust the 2024 cardboard glitter crown from Tesco that is perched atop the dread dark head of the immortal King of Dreams and Nightmares, and throw an arm over his shoulders -- all of which Dream suffers with the tense, bristled wariness of a cat suddenly subjected to excessive snuggling. "Plus, there's going to be a general election this year -- fucking finally -- and the Tories are going to get thrown out on their kleptocratic arses. Good as any reason to celebrate, if you ask me."

Morpheus mutters something under his breath that Hob can't understand but doesn't sound particularly complimentary, but for once in his eternal-ageless-stubborn-bastard life, decides not to press the point. He's already been horribly traumatized by enduring the New Year's Eve party and being forced to socialize with Hob's friends from around London and the South East and colleagues from Goldsmiths and all the other strays he's picked up over the years (indeed, very much like Dream himself). All right, socialize might be a stretch. More like lurking ominously with a single glass of prosecco and giving the other guests a fright when they come round the corner too fast, but at least he hasn't run screaming into the night or huffily evaporated into the Dreaming never to return, so Hob is going to optimistically count that as a success. Besides, it is tacitly agreed between the two of them that Hob's love language is cheerily bullying Morpheus into taking part in normal human courtship activities and Morpheus's concession is to act like this is the worst thing to ever happen to him in literally eighty billion years, but still grudgingly put up with it. Baby steps, Hob thinks, taking a swig of his own bubbly and looking back at the television. Baby steps.

It's already the New Year in Oz and the rest of Down Under, and five hours off yet in New York, where they're still greasing up the ball drop in Times Square, but it's just about time in London, the fireworks over the Thames are all set to go, and Hob and the ten other people in his flat (hardly an excessive number, not that you'd know it from Morpheus's face) lean forward in eagerness. The bloke on the BBC leads a countdown, it rolls over to 00:00:01 GMT, 1 January 2024, and everyone lets out a boozy cheer, raising glasses to salute each other and making more please-God-help-us jokes about the Tories. Hob, meanwhile, turns to Morpheus, who gazes expectantly back at him with those luminous, star-flecked eyes, and leans in to kiss him -- quickly, chastely, nothing to make the silly goose come over in his melodramatic conniptions all over again. "Happy new year, darling."

Dream huffs, but he does look slightly pleased. (It's a subtle art, reading his expressions, and to the untutored looks no different from "mildly constipated," but Hob still knows his Stranger well.) "Happy new year, Hob Gadling," he allows, after a long moment. "I still do not understand why you feel it necessary to celebrate all this. Have you not seen so many that it is no longer special?"

"See, that's exactly why." Hob should get up and refill the pigs-in-blankets tray, as there is evidently nothing that British academics love more and it has been descended on like starving vultures, but he doesn't feel like it, not yet. He grins at Morpheus instead, lowering his voice, not that there's much risk of anyone overhearing. "A bloke born all the way back in God's Year 1356, and I'm still here, ringing in the fucking year 2024? That's a bloody miracle, you ask me. And with you, no less? What else would I want in the whole world?"

Dream's expression melts a little, despite himself. A faint pink flush climbs into his elegant ice-sculpted cheeks, and he huffs. "You are quite the flatterer, Robert Gadling."

"Eh." Hob takes a more comfortable position, settles deeper into the couch cushions, and feels, with great vindication, Dream's head tip and lean and rest on his shoulder, snuggling closer entirely of his own volition. "You love it."

[rockingrobin69]

Seriously, though

“Here,” with a giant heave, “just a little—c’mon, Potter,” pulling the arm slung around Draco’s shoulder tighter. “It’s just a bit further, you twat.”

Potter’s smile was smeared all across his face, unbearable at such a close distance. “You’re so strong,” he said, twattily. Draco resisted the urge to push him off.

“You’re making it so much harder than,” short on breath for laughing. “Come on, you big lug. There’s a warm bed waiting for you just the other side of this corridor.”

“How do you know it’s warm?” Potter asked. “Did you try it?”

“Of course. Nothing but the best at Chez Malfoy. See, if you were a normal house guest and not a silly goose—”

“Am not a goose,” indignantly. “Silly, maybe.”

Draco stopped them both halfway through the corridor. “Maybe?”

“Maybe. I’ll give you somewhat silly, on occasion.”

Eyebrow hiking: “On occasion.”

“And only somewhat.”

This grin-thing his face was trying to pull was achey around the corners. “You mean,” Draco said, “that cursing yourself with jelly-legs and getting your own flat flooded with patchouli was not an entirely silly thing to do. Only somewhat silly.”

“Certainly an occasion,” Potter said, and his eyes sparkled. “Thanks for having me, by the way.”

“Oh, sure. What else could one do when the Chosen Git wakes them up in the middle of the night in uproarious fits of laughter? It’s no problem, I mean,” when the smile on Potter’s face dimmed. “I’m happy to have you here. As long as you need.”

They both swallowed at the same time. It was quiet, middle of the night, just them here. Holding each other and standing very close. In his house coat, and his red-red cheeks, Draco felt miserably naked, too obvious.

Then Potter’s legs started twitching again, and he started laughing, again, this helpless, raw sound, and Draco was helpless too. To it, to him. With his shoulders and colourful socks and the strands of his hair that kept catching his eye.

“Here,” Draco realised he was saying, only after he brushed a few of those away. Gulped loudly. “Let’s—come on, let’s get you to that blasted bedroom.”

Potter echoed his swallow. His nervousness, for some reason. “What’s that door over there?” pointing at the nearest one.

“That one’s mine.”

“Oh.” Sucking in his bottom lip in a truly unfair display. “What if,” he started, shook his head, nodded, “wouldn’t it be easier if—”

“I’m not giving you my bed,” Draco heard himself say with pure shock, instead of, for example, “yes, of course, anything you’d like, forever actually.”

“I’m not asking you to, git. I meant, maybe we could share.”

“Share…” comprehension, rather than dawning, sank. “Share my bed?”

“God, you can be so thick,” and why did Potter sound fond? “Had to curse my own legs and still you continue to—”

“I’m the thick one, when you cursed your—wait, what?”

“Will you just,” laughing, “Malfoy, shut up, for the love of god, and take me to bed already?”

His heart splattered against his ribcage. “Take you to bed. Yes, I can do that.”

To the… guestroom, right? That’s what they were talking about.

“Malfoy,” again in that inexplicable tone, the one that went soft and low instead of—instead—“I was serious. About sharing. I’ve been serious about if for quite some time.”

The heat in his cheeks and the frenzy in his chest: “Yes?” meaning, really? Meaning, me?

“Yes.”

Melting a little, “It is closer. My bed, I mean. And, the sheets are clean.”

“Always prepared at Chez Malfoy.”

“Shut up, you absolute goose.” Nearly brave enough for a smile, tilting his head towards his room. Bursting when Potter, eyes twinkling, nodded.

He was taking the silly goose to bed. How… fortunate, really, that he opened the door. That Potter’s legs were still dancing, that the other, nearer guestroom for some reason didn’t come to mind. That Potter was serious, he said, had been for a while now, and that Draco was too, entirely too serious for him. Almost too serious to laugh when Potter’s right foot sent in a truly spectacular jig: almost.

They laughed together. Twats. Even the bedroom door laughed with them as it closed. Then the hinges of the bed as they gingerly climbed on. Then the birds in the morning, when they woke up, still holding each other’s hand.

(Hi, so, I might be doing a bit of flufftober? Grab a link to AO3 if you want to keep up with the sporadic posting schedule. Love and soft to us all).

Freely Given and Entirely True - Robin's 2023 flufftober collection

[best-curse-word-tournament]

List of all Competitors from Season 1

cunt

Kel

pakala

damn

porra

shat

asshat

putain

shitting dick nipples

D'Arvit

jackanape

sluggard

slattern

kut

kak

perkele

godverdomme

блин

peijakas

what the frick...

うっせぇわ

ken

niquer

smeg

miércoles

coño

FLICK

shitfuck

cabrón

crotte

merde

rat bastard

cac

mundus excrementi

fiddlesticks

scheiße

cazzo

fucknugget

sugar honey iced tea

fuck

bastard

frick frack

God fucking dammit Dave

sonovabitch

pik ansjos

bullfuckery

vaffanculo

culero

gosh diddly darn it

cuntsucker

dickweasel

‘sblood

booty ass

कुत्ती

ordáka

चूतिया

peck

fuckass

bloody

dam

twat

git

bloody Nora

hijueputa

kurwa

bugger

frick

tarnation

applesauce

conchetumadre

*dolphin noises*

đụ má

хуй

блять

bitch

kacke verdammte

Hell’s bells

скоммуниздить

fuckshit

fuckwit

пиздец

caralho

crapbaskets

quiznak

shite

peeved

wazzock

dath apeth

slag

pillock

kriff

schist

godverdeklotekleretyfuskutzooi

graftak

pendejo

mothertrucker

jebać

shazbat

vittu

cocksucker

bomboclaat

paska

crikey

nonce

tering

בן זונה

fugg

sard

fucker

assfucker

shit

fucking Hell

zounds

heck

साला

what the kentucky fried fuck

I’m not here to fuck spiders

kleb

YouTube

bejabbers

jobbernowl

dunderwhelp

grumbletonian

sumph

ninnyhammer

dodipoll

sweet baby Jesus

weón

feckin’

lickspittle

hog grubber

see you next Tuesday

dicknips

herranjumala

mothersucking goose

zounderkite

scheibenwischer

ostie de criss de tabarnak

frell

jegus

nerfherder

dipshit

dickhead

ding dang

helvete

спиздить

наебать

fishsticks

binch

donkey

fuckwad

coat hanger

What! The! [Fifty Percent Off]!?

[timecma]

How it do, partner? Here's a silly lil question for gits and giggles:

Who's your fav tlos/atom animal character? (Clawdius, Blissworm, Goldfish, etc.)

That’s such a good question Eevee—my favorite animal character is actually Lester! Not only is he arguably the best boy of the TLOS series (objectively in my opinion of course) but he’s also super dramatic and kind of ✨💅 iykyk. I think he also lends a lot to the series without being able to talk (because we have the benefit of actually having a translation provided to us in italics in the books). He’s effectively, despite mainly having just been a mode of transportation at first, become one of the best tertiary characters. That and he’s important enough to land a spot on the cover of the 6th book so I mean, c’mon. He’s the best.

Sometimes I also vibe with Lester too. Like MG will call him out for something and he will be like GASP and I just imagine him having like a wing over his heart in that offended gay way, y’know? Anyway, he’s just so real and honestly without him the Land of Stories would have gone a lot differently. He’s a real hero and my favorite goose boy! 🪿

That and you oftentimes see animal companion characters having a more like Porridge vibe? Like super loyal to their human companion, is tough and can lend aid in battle or like something akin to that. And then there’s Lester. Sure, he’s great for flying around, but he’s more of like an actual companion to Mother Goose. They can have like whole conversations, and he has his own distinct personality. He’s also not super courageous or beastly. He’s just Lester. And honestly, that’s one of the best things about his character. He’s like one of the human characters by having such depth to his personality—and by book 6 he actually has character growth if you pay attention to him throughout the series. Like I just think he’s super neat.

[sk1fanfiction]

a discarded version of harry and tom's first meeting in rfmd

“Sorry,” said someone. “I didn’t realize someone was here.”

Tom shrugged, then glanced down the wall to look at the person.

It was, not unexpectedly, a Gryffindor — he looked about fifteen. Average height, messy hair that would have made Mrs. Cole have an aneurysm on the spot, and green eyes. He had a sort of scrawny, hungry look, not just in his smaller frame, but in the way he moved and around his eyes, about him that reminded him of the other kids from Wool’s Orphanage. 

Yeah, thought Tom. That’s it. He looks like he doesn’t belong to anyone.

Tom was trying to decide if he looked like anyone he knew. 

Before he could, the boy reached up to scratch the side of his neck, and Tom’s gaze was drawn to his hand, which was engraved with a faint scar: I must not tell lies.

Despite himself, Tom felt a twinge of sympathy.

Vaguely, he wondered if the boy was a Minerva McGonagall type of Gryffindor. There was something weird about him. Tom couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“Don’t you think that will bother the snake?” asked the boy, looking at Tom’s cigarette, and then the sleeping adder wound around his neck.

So he was a Minerva McGonagall type of Gryffindor. Nosy. Rudely perceptive. 

“Their sense of smell is awful,” said Tom, frowning and flicking some of the ashes off of his fingers. And just to send the boy on a wild goose chase, he added wistfully, as he put the cigarette to his mouth: “They don’t make them like they used to back in the day…”

As expected, the boy frowned, instantly suspicious.

“Are you a Parselmouth, too?” asked the boy, his voice low and wary.

Too?

“Yes,” said Tom. Was he another Heir of Slytherin? A long-lost cousin from another branch of the family?

“Tom,” he said, and extended a hand to the boy in a grand gesture.

“Harry,” said the boy, shaking his hand firmly, but he still looked suspicious. “I’ve never seen you before.”

“I keep to myself,” said Tom. “Generally.”

“I don’t believe you,” said Harry. And then, to the snake: “Who is he?”

Which, obviously, annoyed Tom immensely. Being a slippery git was not a typical Gryffindor trait.

And now, if he told the snake to shut up, Harry would get even more suspicious.

Forget Minerva McGonagall type of Gryffindor. Harry was more than a mere nuisance. He was an Albus Dumbledore type of Gryffindor.

So, now he was relying on the snake to tell Harry to fuck off and leave well enough alone of his own accord.

“Who is anyone?” hissed the adder, her voice low and dry. She rose up, slithering from Tom’s shoulders to Harry’s. “Greetings, little speaker.”

Tom breathed out. Maybe he was in the clear. Snakes liked to obfuscate the truth, anyway.

The snake whispered something in Harry’s ear, and his eyes narrowed.

“Malfoy?” he asked. “Is that you? Is it Polyjuice — that’s what it is, isn’t it? You stole a hair off a Muggle.”

Tom didn’t manage to suppress his sneer.

“Certainly not.”

[songbird-hatching]

Posting a bird a day to keep my dysphoria at bay /33

[dhr-ao3]

Winged Words

Winged Words https://ift.tt/DflagZ0 by paper_pressed_panseys "Bloody hell, 'Mione!" Ron exclaims, his voice filled with surprise. "I didn't even know you had a thing for that git!" Hermione quickly reaches over and slaps his arm in disagreement, her face turning a bright pink as she feels a warm blush spread across its surface. "I do not!" she says before falling silent for a moment. "Well, I didn't..." she adds in a soft voice, still covering her pink face in embarrassment.   OR   The goose of enforcement makes its round at Hogwarts. Hermione gets targeted and is dragged along by the hair to the entrance to the Slytherin dorms. The door opens to show none other than Draco Malfoy. Now they must say how they feel about one another to get the goose to leave. Words: 5595, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger & Ron Weasley Additional Tags: The soulmate goose of enforcement - Freeform, Goose of Enforcement, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Goose typical violence, Crack, Geese Are Assholes, Teen Crush, Teen Romance, Romantic Comedy, Attempt at Humor, Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings, Love Confessions, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Declarations Of Love, Love/Hate, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Forced Proximity via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/BNoKliR September 29, 2023 at 08:34AM

[tradfolkpoll]

round 1 matchups

round 1 matchups are listed under the cut. since there are so many, i can't make a bracket chart right now; i'll probably make one once we're down to 64 songs and they can all comfortably fit on a chart in a font size that you don't have to strain to read

i've been working on the railroad vs wreck of the six wheeler

all the pretty little horses vs gallows pole

omie wise vs virgin mary

jelly jelly vs green grow the lilacs

stewball vs rising of the moon

lily of the west vs rose of aberdeen

there is balm in gilead vs john hardy

erie canal vs mi y'malel

sept ans sur mer vs skip to my lou

hob ich a por oksen vs feuilles-o

the e-ri-e vs roll the old chariot

the cuckoo vs samson and delilah

santiana vs wild mountain thyme

blind man lay beside the way vs wind and rain

el cañutero vs haul away joe

old blue vs lauterbach

rock island line vs rye whiskey

motherless child vs black is the colour of my trule love's hair

roving gambler vs turtle dove

jesse james vs oh miss i have a very fine farm

down by the riverside vs blackest crow

arkansas traveler vs hold the fort

streets of laredo vs one morning in may

liza up a 'simmon tree vs st james infirmary

sloop john b vs we shall overcome

the crawdad song vs the wagoner's lad

cotton eyed joe vs foreman monroe

wade in the water vs wild goose grasses

go tell it on the mountain vs careless love

i bought me a cat vs sea lion woman

jubilee vs froggie went a-courting

single girl, married girl vs the bailiff's daughter of islington

go down moses vs little joe the wrangler

the water is wide vs go tell aunt rhodie

storms are on the ocean vs come along john

frankie vs roll jordan roll

captain kidd vs midnight special

worried man blues vs the chickens they are crowing

joshua fit the battle of jericho vs jam on jerry's rocks

did you feed my cow vs trail of tears

jane jane vs colorado trail

take this hammer vs long lonesome road

dink's song vs molasses

five nights drunk vs pay day

make me a pallet on your floor vs cape cod girls

john the revelator vs all her answers were no

engine 143 vs every time i feel the spirit

diamond joe vs call of the moose

michael, row the boat ashore vs farther along

buffalo gals vs boston come-all-ye

wayfaring stranger vs undone in sorrow

the unquiet grave vs the moonshiner

the longest train i ever saw vs banks of the ohio

shenandoah vs this little light of mine

how can i keep from singing vs i ride an old paint

little black train vs this train is bound for glory

the riddle song vs railroad bill

grey goose vs goin' down the road feelin' bad

when first unto this country vs cripple creek

pretty saro vs song of the boatman

cotton mill girls vs wildwood flower

fatal flower garden vs cumberland gap

twelve gates to the city vs git along little dogies

sliding delta vs darby ram

when johnny comes marching home vs down in the willow garden

down by the bay vs darling corey

oh freedom vs old chisholm trail

another man done gone vs deep blue sea

john brown's body vs matty groves

wabash cannonball vs ell corrido de gregorio cortez

the wild wild berry vs

down to the river to pray vs casey jones

tom dooley vs la delgadina

the old soldier vs cindy

the e-ri-e vs poor working girl

avondale mine disaster vs sun will never go down

greenland whale fisheries vs the dodger song

way down the old plank road vs railroad boy

lost jimmie whalen vs shady grove

watercresses vs remon

stagolee vs clementine

pay me my money down vs la rancherita

bulbe vs young hunting

little brown bulls vs we shall not be moved

i never will marry vs the dying soldier to his shipmates

golden vanity vs scarborough fair

bury me not on the lone prairie vs ox driver's song

little moses vs didn't my lord deliver daniel

what shall we do with the baby-o vs twelve gates to the city

handsome molly vs cigarettes will spoil your life

whisky johnny vs pretty polly

when the stars begin to fall vs solidarity forever

in the pines vs bootlegger's story

buffalo skinners vs siss net alli daag luschdich leewe

hallelujah, i'm a bum vs ain't it a shame

silver dagger vs bring me a little water, silvie

i'll fly away vs evil hearted blues

las posadas vs no more auction block

the diggers' song vs sitting on top of the world

green grass grows all around vs big rock candy mountain

corrina, corrina vs columbus stockade blues

hold on vs wreck of the old 97

old joe clark vs soon be over

follow the drinking gourd vs de colores

peggy-o vs house carpenter

springfield mountain vs the foggy dew

come all ye fair and tender ladies vs don't let your deal go down

johnny has gone for a soldier vs steal away

railroadin' some vs jan jansen

love is pleasing vs the devil's nine questions

lonesome valley vs we shall be free

geordie vs when i first came to this land

red river valley vs leatherwing bat

scandalize my name vs boll weevil

you are my sunshine vs down in the valley

audubon zoo vs poor paddy works on the railway

on top of old smokey vs the cherry tree carol

three ravens vs schpinn, schpinn

she baked a hoecake vs see that my grave is kept clean

barbara allen vs take a whiff on me

polly vaughn vs skip to my lou

nine pound hammer vs the wild wild berry

no hiding place vs deep river blues

hares on the mountain vs der rebbe elimelech

john henry vs jenny jenkins

didn't old john cross the water vs bury me beneath the willow

skin and bones vs the fox

knoxville girl vs house of the rising sun

mary don't you weep vs going across the mountain

[westfall-faith]

Who or what do they think about from the past?

Faith, a whirlwind of unruly copper curls perpetually escaping her braids, steered the rickety carriage through the dusty twilight. Beside her, barely a teenager, Grace sat with the rigid posture of someone trying on adulthood for the first time. Her blonde hair, the color of spun sunlight, fell in perfect waves past her shoulders as impossibly smooth as porcelain. Grace was beauty personified, the kind that turned heads and made hearts skip a beat. Faith, hardened by eight years navigating the underbelly of the Defias Brotherhood, felt a pang of envy, quickly squashed by a fiercer surge of protectiveness.

Tonight's target was Stormwind City, a glittering jewel amidst the grittier towns they frequented. Their mission: to fleece a gaggle of pompous nobles at a grand masquerade ball. Faith, a seasoned thief with nimble fingers and a silver tongue, was a natural. Grace, however, was innocent, drawn into the Brotherhood by desperation and a misplaced sense of adventure. Every bone in Faith's body screamed against subjecting Grace to this life, a life that had stolen her own childhood.

The rickety carriage rumbled to a stop before a grand manor house, its windows aglow with festive light. Faith, her stomach churning with a mix of apprehension and unshed tears, helped Grace down. "Things ain’t gonna go as planned tonight, Gracie-goose. I ain’t comin’ in," she said, her voice rough with emotion.

Instead, with a trembling hand, Faith pressed a worn silver locket into Grace's palm. "You go on up there on the porch and go’n and git to knock'n. You act real nice and real darlin’ like,” Faith paused and let out a rasp, "find a nice lady, someone with kind eyes. Give her this, tell her you're lost and ain’t got nobody. They'll help you. Go’n now." Grace's brow furrowed, but before she could protest, Faith propelled her towards the manor’s entrance.

Turning, Faith retreated into the shadows, watching from afar as Grace, hesitant at first, knocked on the filigreed oak door. A sliver of light peeked through as the door creaked open, revealing the silhouette of the noblewoman. Relief washed over Faith as a gentle hand ushered Grace inside.

Faith lingered, a lone sentinel cloaked in darkness, until the last sliver of light vanished. With a heavy heart, she turned, the weight of her sacrifice a bittersweet burden. The life she'd craved for herself became a distant memory as Faith melted into the night. She felt every part the silent guardian angel with copper curls and a heart full of shattered hope.

It was at night, lonely like this with nothing but the symphony of crickets to keep her company, that she looked back on lonely nights like that.

[ymfingsteadilyon]

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softichill: There's been a lot of false or inaccurate markings on shinigami eyes recently, I've seen trans and intersex people marked red despite posting in active support of the trans community hellsitegenetics: I've heard the same from a lot of other people recently, and i'm starting to wonder if my being marked red was intentional because i've also made intersex positivity posts

sapph1cinspace: Almost definitively, there's been a whole problem where even a singel post supporting intersex people or mentioning them in a way that isn't hostile has gotten people marked red. Idk if it's whoever runs it that's really intersexist or the users spam reporting that are but it's been going on for a while now

the-vale-of-creatures: That's the exact reason, I'm afraid. The creator and people running it will flag you if you talk about intersex people or trans men in a kind and empathetic manner :(

goose-on-the-loose: shinigami eyes cant actually be trusted anymore, they mark anybody talking about intersex or transmasculine issues as red. :/

deafvampyre: shinigami eyes has completely fallen apart as of late to the point that intersex people have been marked red just for talking about intersexism. it's supposed to be manually curated but the curators have fallen victim to using it more to isolate people for having discourse opinions they dislike rather than indicating actual dangerous transphobes. completely useless tool now

Candicane Kitkat; one star; Dec 14, 2024 hey why are the mods marking people talking about INTERSEX GENITAL MUTILATION as anti-trans?is it not enough to face a constant, unending genocide in the form of routine sterilizations? Wither; one star; Dec 13, 2024 was great for awhile, then the mods decided to start being intersexist and the like, so now its pretty worthless Lyra Kelly; one star; Dec 13, 2024 This extension was used to mark my partner as anti-trans. I'm a trans woman. Tell me how that makes any sense. There is no way to appeal or do anyting about this. Absolutely useless and exploitable extension. M. Sluzynski; one star; Nov 29, 2024 Sometime it does what it's supposed to and marks transphobes red (thanks, SE, for highlighting the Wikipedia pages of various historical brutal dictators as well as religious institutions as transphobic. I never would've known without your help). Most of the time, at least on Tumblr, it's used to mark trans men as transphobic if they talk about their experiences with oppression or acknowledgethat they are oppressed at all. It seems that the developers buy into TME vs. TMA rhetoric and, whil [show more]

Misa Tange; one star; Nov 28, 2024 Adding to the chorus of "do your own research" instead of installing Shinigami Eyes. I know for a fact that transgender men do not feel safe relying on this extension and trans men has been flagged red for talking about experiences on their oppression (yes, transgender men are oppressed). Do note that these people do not exclude transgender women from their discussions; if talking about intersexism and transandrophobia counts as being flagged red, it should be more obvious in their git page. Felix Lupin; one star; Nov 27, 2024 I have had Shinigami Eyes downloaded for multiple years now, and I used to think it was a really good and helpful resource! And indeed, it was for a while, but more recently the mods have been blatantly biased against intersex, transmasc, and nonbinary individuals, flagging people as red just for speaking out on intersex issues or intersexism, and claiming that it is not transphobic to call non-binary people misgendering slurs. What used to be a good extension has now been turned into a tool to actively silence and oppress non-cis and non-perisex voices. Charlie Charlie; one star; Nov 27, 2024 I was marked red despite being a vehement trans activist and genderqueer myself; due to the mods' bias against intersex people.

mayuwu; one star; Nov 26, 2024 Ironically, transphobia has corrupted this extension's utility into a tool for silencing and oppression. The developers of this extension *manually approve of* marking inclusive and trans-friendly people who are intersex, transmasc, and non-binary (or those who support such people), as being transphobic, or their TOS consitering bigorty against them not enough evidence to be marked transphobic. You cannot in good faith trust this extension to accurately deliver on what it claims to do. That gaylien gremlin [P]; one star; Nov 26, 2024 I thought this was supposed to be inclusive... evidently not revui m; one star; Nov 25, 2024 extremely disappointed in the direction this extension is being taken in. intersec people aren't transphobic for existing you little clowns

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WHY ARE YOU MARKED RED ON SHINIGAMI, WTF DID U DO

i cant even post moths anymore. because of woke

[f0rever-baby]

I follow you because:

You’re one of the most incredible people I’ve ever met in my life, you’re intelligent, strong, independent, hilarious, best Mum to Howie, Vinnie, Leviathan, Ada, TabTab and BooBoo. Your ethereal beauty is just stunning and your sea sapphires for eyes are the prettiest I’ve ever seen. Your selflessness is an inspiration and I think if there were more people like you in the world it would be a better place. It’s a genuine delight and pleasure to get to talk to you daily and I adore and value the time you give me. Sharing books and music with each other is a personal favourite and I’ve discovered so much new knowledge and genres to explore. I enjoy learning new things about you and learning things about myself through you as well, I’ve genuinely became a better person since you came into my life and that’s down to you (you’ll disagree that you’ve done anything but that’s just you). I could go on and on here but I’m trying to say is, I follow you because you’re you, and I can’t thank you enough for that. Our friendship so far is one of the best and most dear to me, I feel like we’ve known each other before and we’re now picking up where we left off. I know I’m a soppy git but I don’t think you hear these kinda things often enough. Thank you for being you my lil Suede 🦤

Ok, first of all I was like "wow this person knows A Lot...." but then I realised you'd written a book, that was clue no.1 and then Suede for Swede 😅! And finally the Dodo 🤦🏼‍♀️😂

You're still the silliest fucking goose going but ily 🖤🫶🏻

Even if you do talk absolute nonsense 🤣