#Hit & Run (Lyrics)

[jakeperalta]

I woke up thinking you were still here. my hands shaking with regret. I've held this dream for such a long long time. and I wanna get up

[itachanta]

Trigun Stampede Opening Main Chorus + English Lyrics (Kvi Baba - Tombi)

(Official translation by Minako Ikeshiro)

[fiveocock]

"My heart is black, as black as hands of a stoker"

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

At the house lonely good money I'd pay if you'd just know me -> Does it feel alright to not know me? I'm addicted to the "if only" -> And I wouldn't marry me either, a pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her

[syncopatedid]

Anyway here's Wonderwall

🤔🤔🤔

[tervaneula]

repeat until death

I didn't think I'd make a post for this one but here we are. No art, because I can't finish the piece I started for this lmao.

Please heed the tags.

[jennyfromthebes]

new tour dates announced!!!

[image description: a promo graphic for the Mountain Goats' "Arval Brethren Revival" tour, listing date - location - venue for each show.

Nov 30 - Winston-Salem, NC - The Ramkat & Gass Hill Dec 1 - Chattanooga, TN - The Walker Theatre Dec 2 - Greenville, SC - Radio Room Dec 4 - Savannah, GA - Victory North Dec 5 - St. Petersburg, FL - The Floridian Dec 6 - Orlando, FL - The Social Dec 9 - San Antonio, TX - Paper Tiger Dec 11 - Austin, TX - Antone's Dec 13 - New Orleans, LA - Tipitina's

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this tour is trio plus Isa Burke (the violinist they've had touring with them for over a year now). presale is live now for all shows except 12-05!

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

can't wait to hear russ's new albums aaaaaaaa i want to know the track lists

[rosaacicularis]

which was more culturally significant, the renaissance or hermitgang

[mortiferumsomnum]

the magic hour is now (you cannot slow it down)

THIS POST JUST--- I have so many feelings *sobs*

@annoyed-at-things please have his little drabble of mine. I didn’t use your whole prompt because I focused mostly on Tim (the magic hit only him), ehe~

***

Tim felt like he was floating, as if he was sinking slowly under water, drowning. He couldn’t breathe, his vision was blurry, and all sounds around him were muffled.

His limbs felt too heavy, felt too hot and cold at the same time as he reached up for--- something. someone.

He thinks he’s calling for... Damian? Is Damian around here? 

Damian, are you here? Where are you? Damian?

Warmth. There is warmth covering the hand he reached with. He could feel pressure, feel it being squeezed. It felt nice. Comforting. If this is how warm Damian’s hands were, Damian should hold hands with people more often.

He closes his eyes. The muffled sounds around him grew louder, but Tim couldn’t bring himself to open them anymore. He felt comforted and safe. He felt warm and sleepy. 

Soon, Tim felt nothing.

***

Damian had attended many funerals in his life. However, he was used to bodies being cremated and stored in urns before being buried in the dirt. It was interesting looking at a coffin. The last time he’s seen one was when his father was temporarily dead. 

However, compared to that experience where he felt only a small sense of remorse and indifference, seeing Timothy in a coffin had hit different.

Timothy is usually pale, even as he goes out to spend time with Conner or his love Bernard. Now, where Timothy lay, he looked paler. The make-up fails to hide the bluish tint of his lips and around his cheeks. 

Damian looks away from the smile that never left Timothy’s face as he... passed. He already knew what it looks like, even if his memory of his smile had blood coating Timothy’s face as he squeezed Damian’s hand back, whispering about how Damian was... warm. 

He couldn’t believe Timothy thought he was, because Damian felt ice-cold as he held his hand and demanded that he stayed awake. His whole body felt frozen stiff as he watched Jon keep pressure on Timothy’s wounds. But Timothy had--

He had too many deep scars. Scars that Damian didn’t know existed.

The scar on Timothy’s neck hadn’t really healed, covered by plaster. Even as Timothy laid in his coffin, there was plaster covering his neck. There were more on his body, but deeper on his abdomen. Blood was gushing from two vital places, and Damian and Jon tried their best to staunch the bleeding while waiting for help, for Batman, to arrive.

The magician that casted the spell

Timothy wasn’t even calling for Batman. He sent a signal, yes. But he wasn’t calling for Batman.

Dami’n, ‘re you... ‘ere?

Someone was hugging Damian now, but Damian didn’t care. His body still felt cold despite the arm tugging him close to someone’s chest. There was a deep scent of sweat, hay and lavender - Richard. Timothy had always said that he never stopped smelling like a circus, trying to cover it up with some cologne that Barbara got him.

He was brought to sit down, far away from where he could see Timothy’s face. Not that he could see him anymore, Jason was now standing where Damian was, peering over Timothy with a blank face and a white-knuckle grip on his coffin.

He wondered what Jason might be thinking, if he was remembering the moments before he died. Timothy said that Jason died trying to call for Batman, trying to escape only to accept that he wouldn’t be making it out alive.

Timothy didn’t call for Batman. He didn’t even look like he knew he was dying.

Wh’re ‘re you?

“Are you okay, Damian?”

Was he okay? Richard’s soft voice called for him once again, but Damian couldn’t bare to look up to his eldest brother, his father figure and mentor. Damian found it slightly hilarious that Richard was comforting him right now when he knew that out of all the brothers, Richard must be feeling the most guilt. He was not there when Jason died, and he was not there when Timothy died.

Damian only relaxed into Richard’s chest, burying his face into his clothes.

...Damian?

“I was there,” he whispered. He felt a hand stop rubbing his back. He didn’t even know when that started, but the hand stayed paused in the middle.

“I... Jon and I... we tried stopping the bleeding...”

Damian’s whole body was back to being cold, and the warm hand felt scorching where it laid. “But Timothy was calling for me and...”

He looked at his hands. They were no longer red. They were cleaned of blood, but the warm and wet feeling still felt fresh in his mind.

“He said I was warm.” Warm like his blood-soaked fingers, like the blood pooling out of Timothy’s body nonstop. “I held his hand and he said I was warm.”

He wasn’t crying. He wasn’t.

But he knew Richard was, from the way he seemed to be heaving and clutching Damian tighter.

“Did he call for anyone?” Richard asked. 

Damian nodded, breath hitching and finally acknowledging that maybe, just maybe, he was crying.

“He called for me,” he said.

Richard kissed his head. “And you were there.”

Damian nodded. “I was there.”

[chubs-deuce]

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^vibrating with joy because VNV's new album is so fucking good I'm gonna YELL

[sovaharbor]

...we'll be home.

tell the truth (not a planet) / uncanny x-force (2010).

[starstaiined]

do you ever think about the fact that every person in tara's life (with the exception of the twins) has broken her heart in some way, shape, or form? her dad left, her mom sucks, her sister left, wes and liv died (not their fault, still impacted tara heavily), amber betrayed her. she forms new connections with quinn, and ethan, and they do the exact same thing. she can't seem to escape the betrayal

[trashshouldnt]

my little brother is running around with his hair slicked back and his fancy suit jacket on rapping about being the mayor. i love these kids so much

[ghost-of-you]

You know what my controversial 5sos opinion is? We are not meant to know the meaning of some of their songs and that’s A-OK, we can still enjoy them while being clueless about what they’re about, just focus on the funky sound. Woke Up in Japan is super fun to listen to, it’s possibly just a vibe song because I have no earthly idea what it’s actually about (perhaps it’s just about being away from home and in a hotel. Maybe they’re trying to say they miss their own beds); Bloodhound’s “He sunk his teeth into the bone” makes me want to scream, still no idea what the song is actually supposed to be about; whatever the fuck Lashton was on when they wrote Money is beyond the scope of mortal minds; etc

Okay, I wasn't gonna answer this, because it really bothered me, I wasn't sure if I was just being too sensitive, but I'm always talking about different interpretations of songs, it's a lot of the fun for me, and this ask sounds so incredibly condescending. I'm not out here telling people to go dig for the real meaning behind a song, we're just having fun with the way we understand them. For me, as someone who doesn't have english as a first language, a lot of it is actually about getting some perspective on expression and stuff I haven't heard before, like with bloodhound I actually had to ask people what the hell he took an L means because I had never heard that before. I'm not over here asking exactly what they meant when they wrote something, I'm just having fun with what it means to me. And sometimes people join me in it, and sometimes that means making fun of them because they genuinely have lyrics that don't make a lot of sense. You don't like it or agree? Fine, that's your right, but you don't have to come in here and make it seem like it's a bad thing that we're doing that.