#angry playlist

[alixxraptorexe]

You ever just

[excali8ur]

Die already.

[qrevo]

Was tagged by @humanaaa to make a list of 13 songs I've been listening to lately!!

Haven't listened to many different songs lately (currently my main playlist is a Disorganized Hell), but these are the ones that I've been listening to the most:

Deep Cover - Milgram

Chimera - Deco27 (MegaTeraZero Cover)

Bug - KairikiBear (Chogakusei Cover)

Zombies - Deco*27 (Giga Remix, Chogakusei Cover)

This Is How To Be In Love With You - Milgram

Overdose - natori

Turing Love - NanawoAkari & Sou

Dramaturgy - Eve

PLATONIC GIRL - MikitoP (Amatsuki & luz Cover)

Double - Milgram

Say It - Yorushika

Aesthetic Sense - wanuka

Conveying Love Or Something Like That - aimyon

(Of course Deep Cover would get first place JKSKDBKSDF!! Been hearing it non-stop since it released. Like, go seigi girl!! Banger!!)

Besides that I've been hearing mostly songs from Milgram, Deco*27 (he can't stop releasing banger after banger❗❗), and some other vocaloid producer songs. Tho I usually prefer to listen to human covers (sorry Hatsune Miku i hope you can forgive me 🙏)

I'll tag @tokyogruel @good-beans @cubelogic @nilovalentine @mukuberry and @rainbowghostcat!! As always, no pressure tags, and anyone else can join :3

[spookyshay]

unhinged female rage

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned

[thedawnofcrime]

Thank you, Spotify Auto-Generated Playlists, for always giving me accurate, relevant, and applicable music for any time of day.

[u2fangirlie-blog]

Good Omens Aziraphale's Sad Bastard Breakup Playlist

After the breakup, Aziraphale has a new job in heaven, having taken Gabriel’s vacant position. Aziraphale is haunted by sad music reminding him of his time with Crowley. The songs are dramatic, tragic, melancholic, angry, wistful, romantic, and sentimental. How does he listen to music at his new job in the head office? Are material objects allowed? Does he keep a secret stash of tea, cake, and records and a phonograph player in his office? Does he have a celestial radio that can tune in Earth radio stations? Does he sneak off to Earth to hang out in record shops and bookstores? Or more dramatically and emotionally torturously, does he remember every note, every nuance, every feeling, of every song and replay them in his mind? He's stuffing his face with angel food cake and tea while crying and listening to sad bastard songs and hiding from Michael and the Metatron.

See note after list on song selection process.

Songs include:

“Lacrimosa” – Mozart, Requiem in D Minor, Vienna Mozart Orchestra

“Commendatore” – Mozart, Don Giovanni, Amadeus film soundtrack

“Ja, tot katoramu vnimala” – Rubenstein, The Demon, Nicolai Ghiaurov

“D’amour l’ardente flemme” – Berlioz, The Damnation of Faust, Maria Callas

“Liebestod” – Wagner, Tristan and Isolde, Waltraud Meier

“Ach ich fuhls” – Mozart, The Magic Flute, Gundula Janowitz

“Thy hand, Belinda … When I am laid in earth” – Purcell, Dido and Aeneas, Janet Baker

“E lucevan la stelle” – Puccini, Tosca, Placido Domingo

“Celeste Aidia” – Verdi, Aida, Mario Lanza

“Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen” Mahler, Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau

“Der Wanderer” – Schubert, Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau

“Love is a Plaintive Song” – Gilbert and Sullivan, Patience, D’Oyly Carte Opera Company

“I am a Courtier Grave and Serious” – Gilbert and Sullivan, The Gondoliers, D’Oyly Carte Opera Company

“The Gentleman is a Dope” – Rodgers and Hammerstein, Allegro, Blossom Dearie

“A Hymn to Him” – Lerner and Lowe, My Fair Lady, Rex Harrison

“Could I Leave You?” – Sondheim, Follies, Alexis Smith

“We Do Not Belong Together” – Sondheim, Sunday in the Park with George, Bernadette Peters and Mandy Patinkin

“On My Own” – Schonberg, Les Misérables, Frances Ruffelle

“As Long as He Needs Me” – Bert, Oliver, Judy Garland

 “Stranger in Paradise” – Wright and Forest, Kismet, Richard Kiley and Doretta Morrow

“A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square” – Sherwin and Maschwitz, Vera Lynn

“Night and Day” – Porter, The Gay Divorcee, Ella Fitzgerald

“I’ve Got You Under My Skin” – Porter, Born to Dance, Shirley Bassey

“Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered” – Rodgers and Heart, Pal Joey, Sarah Vaughan

“They Can’t Take That Away From Me” – Gershwin, Shall We Dance, Fred Astaire

“Mon Deu” – Dumont and Vaucaire, Edith Piaf

“Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien” – Dumont and Vaucaire, Edith Piaf

P.S.: Aziraphale likes Les Mis because it reminds him of that time Crowley rescued him from the Bastille. Don't tell anyone. It's a big secret.

P.P.S.: “Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered” reminds him of the time he and Crowley got drunk in the backroom at the bookshop the day the anti-Christ was delivered to Earth. Basically, this song reminds him of every time they went out for drinks or stayed in and drank.

P.P.P.S.: “I am a Courtier Grave and Serious” was the song Aziraphale planned to play when trying to tempt Crowley into learning the gavotte. It reminds him of the ball in the bookstore when he finally danced with Crowley.

P.P.P.P.S.: “Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien” is as close as Aziraphale can get to telling the world and Crowley to eff off. He has no more effs to give. Or at least he’s trying to convince himself he no longer gives a f***. He’s going off to his new job at the head office and Do Good.

Note on song selection:

I selected songs that thematically fit with the relationship between Aziraphale and Crowley. I think the songs tell a story of Aziraphale’s struggle to reconcile his conflicted motivations. They reflect Aziraphale’s fears and desires. He fears being hauled off to hell for disobedience. He fears Crowley’s death and being alone in the world. He desires to be emotionally intimate with Crowley. (Dare he risk physical intimacy with Crowley?) He feels self-righteously indignant, but he’s soft and squishy and weepy and misses his best friend.

I don’t have much knowledge of opera or musical theater, but I have some experience with choir and solo performance. I did a lot of research into opera, art songs, musicals, showtunes, and standards to create a playlist on YouTube. Selections were based on availability, popularity, and sound quality. My big question was whether or not Aziraphale is a strict originalist or if he likes different versions of songs. In some places, I chose newer versions over original versions due to the sound quality of the recordings. I tried to keep selections accessible to a wide audience with varying degrees of musical knowledge. You may not like my choices, so your mileage may vary. You can make your own playlist.

You can listen to it on YouTube.

[rosiethefurry101]

Hallo! It has been quite a while since I’ve been on here and posted something, but I have come back bearing gifts!

I have been quite the busy bee working on playlists on Spotify, and I have decided to share a few with you all! Right now I’m only going to show you all the playlists I’ve made for Call of Duty: Modern Warfare, but if you all like this enough, I will most likely do a part two to this, showing more of my playlists that I’ve been working on.

⚠️Quick warning before you get to the playlists! Some playlists may have disturbing themes, while others may have kind of sad themes. Especially with the recent release of Modern Warfare three, there may be a few sad playlists mixed in.⚠️

I just felt like I should warn you all about that.

Anyways, enough of my blabbering onto the playlists!

[estarion]

@fallesto is playing at something sinister this morning……

[snallavanta]

and when edvin releases his season 3 wilhelm playlist then what

[rraaaarrl]

Consider the following: 80s era Victor von Doom, the college years.

Otherwise known as the Doctor Doom story that we were robbed of, never forget.

[elenagoeslightly]

Ok look I am the most single minded human being on earth and now I am obsessed with this dumb playlist thing for Asra, so:

Francesca, Hozier (LIKE?????? do you think I'd give up? That this might have shook the love from me? Or that I was on the brink, how could you think, DARLING ID SCARE SO EASILY and I am going to stop or I will write the whole song)

Fall for me, Sleep Token (1. The scream of "oh god I wish you were here" does it by itself BUT Won't you fall for me? Won't you fall for me? With my love as your garden won't you fall for me? Won't you fall for me, from reality?I am yours in the end, so won't you fall for me? LIKE GIRL this could apply to his reverse ending too and jesus this band makes me so emotional if they don't do a concert in Italy I will sue them)

ALSO, staying in the sleep token bus, The Apparition (why are you never real? This shifting state you follow through, unrevealed, just let me go or take me with you????? It's giving Asra plotting to get the MC back but being still blinded by grief)

Heavy in Your Arms, Florence and the Machine is a song I'd give to the MC after they know everything (are you strong enough to stand, protecting both your heart and mine? Who is the betrayer, who's the killer in the crowd? The one who creeps in corridor's and doesn't make a sound (spoiler alert is the goat))

Btw this is so much fun

Omg ok no I'm back with sleep token AGAIN if you didn't know them now you do bc THE LOVE YOU WANT???? unofficial Asra alnazar/MC anthem??? (I'll find a different harbor to lay my anchor in, and you'll find a different way to keep from setting sail again!!!!!But I'm still full of the love you want, still waking up beneath it all, and I'm still full of the love you want, I'll reach for you on faith alone!!!!)

PLSPLSPLSPLS IF SOMEONE SEES THIS POST ADD SONGS!!!! PRETTY PLS!!!!

[sp4rrowdoll]

Robin having a particularly rough day and taking out his frustrations and anger out on pc through sex ? :3

I'm so sorry for the late response anon! Hopefully this makes up for the wait!! (Title taken from "Cherry Lip (Go Baby Go)" by Garbage, which is 110% a Robin song.)

the hysterical realm

m!Robin/f!Reader; read on ao3 here

Robin is an angry crier. 

He always has been, ever since you were little. You used to tease him, just to see him cry, his eyes filling up with frustrated tears. He’s also a pretty crier, and you lean up to lick the salt off his cheek as he presses you down into the bed, tearing at your clothes. He’s too angry to do much more than paw at the buttons on your blouse, and if your hands weren’t pinned above your head, you might have tried to help him. 

His face twists, and one of his hands wraps around your throat—he’s not mad at you, not really, but seeing him like this at all sends a fission of heat up your spine. You wonder if you’ll ever be able to make him mad enough to get like this by yourself.

In the meantime, you’ll settle for blowing him off, letting him walk home alone, and hoping that this town will be good to you in the only way it knows how.

“Stop that.” He punctuates his statement by squeezing your neck lightly. His nails, always well-kept and smoothly shaped, scrape at the sides of your throat. Robin releases your wrist, and settles back to working on undoing your blouse. His crying has smeared mascara around his pretty eyes, and his eyelashes stick together in the most alluring way.

It’s more commanding than he ever lets himself be in bed. Your hips rock up futilely, and you try and decide whether it’d be worth it to rile him up more. Insults and half-finished humiliating phrases loop over your tongue and sit between your teeth. You hold your tongue, and press into his hand on your throat instead, knuckles turning white as you grip the headboard.

“Stop what?” you ask, and smile like your tongue hadn’t swiped over his cheek only a moment before. His hand tightens on your throat, and he stops trying to unbutton your blouse, and just rips it open, scattering buttons across the floor. You watch dispassionately. A shirt or two is an easy sacrifice to make in order to see Robin this way. Luckily for you, your bra hooks in the front, which makes it easy enough to remove that it shouldn’t be a problem. He scratches at you as he unclips it—much like your shirt, he doesn’t bother trying to pull it off all the way, just shoving the cups out from under your breasts, letting them spill free.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t play with me,” he replies, and he even sounds different like this. His voice is deeper. Huskier. There’s an edge to it. If you couldn’t see the way his pulse jumps in his throat when he tries to intimidate you like this, you could even be convinced that he’s a different person entirely.

His lips lower to your throat. You wonder if he’s leaving lipstick stains behind again. Sharp little nips, brief deliciously painful flickers of teeth, trace a line down your neck towards where his left hand is still squeezing, as his right hand begins to work on your trousers. 

You’d started wearing this particular style of pant because the long line of buttons were tough to undo in the heat of the moment, and Robin seems to be finding that fact especially frustrating right now, because instead of trying to get your pants off, he sits upright again and slides forward, his hips slipping over yours, traveling further up your body. His faintly-muscled thighs press against either side of your ribs. Your breaths are coming in short, tiny gasps, and the hand around your throat twitches with every quiet noise you make, his nails biting into your skin.

His own pants had long been undone, though not removed, and his hard cock sits hot and heavy at the juncture between your breasts. Precum wets the soft swells at the base of your chest, and his hips twitch forward, smearing it across your skin.

“Robin,” you whine, writhing beneath him. One of your hands lifts from the headboard, only for him to slam it back down. You let him pretend he’s strong enough to keep you there, and stop struggling a bit. He leans down so his lips rest against your ear. You can feel the angry heat radiating off his face. You decide to beg anyway. “Please, Robin, I need you.”

“Aw.” He’s not smiling, but the bared, gritted, teeth could probably be mistaken for one. “I wish you’d been good enough for that.”

With that, his hips thrust forward, bouncing your breasts around his cock, and his hand finally lifts from your throat to pull them tighter around him as he fucks between them in earnest. His rhythm is sharp and stuttering, just like him in the heat of his anger—your breasts are pressed tightly enough together now that you can feel every contour and pulsing vein along the length of his cock. 

Robin snaps his hips against your chest, and his hand squeezes your wrists. You cannot look away from where his dick disappears between your breasts. For a moment you mourn that between the size of your breasts—they’d been so sore recently, and you could swear that they were getting bigger—and the size of his cock you couldn’t wrap your mouth around his tip on the apex of his harsh thrusts.

He groans, and his hand leaves your breasts to tangle in your hair. His thrusting speeds up, and he begins to pull at your hair for additional leverage—your breasts ache as they heave against his movements.

There’s no fanfare when he finally comes—he bends low and grabs your face, pulling you into a messy kiss, from anyone but Robin, you’d probably class it as a bite—and thick ropes of cum splatter across your chest and up to paint the base of your throat. He shudders there for a moment, before pulling away.

There is a rare look in his eyes as he looks down at you. It’s a little possessive, a little dark, and his brows are still drawn and furrowed. Tears linger in the corner of his eyes still. His lipstick is hopeless smudged around his lips, and the skin under his eyes is dark with ruined mascara.

One finger slides down the length of your reddened throat, and lingers in the pool of cooling cum between your collarbones. The nail bites into your skin. It digs in. You exhale, and your eyes flutter closed.

And then he’s gone.

The door of your room slams shut as he leaves. As soon as it does, you hastily shove one hand down your pants and crook it up into your soaking wet core. Your fingers rub with the rhythm you’d memorized from the thrust of Robin’s hips, and before you know it, you’re on the path to tip over the brink and follow him into orgasm. 

Later you’ll clean up the sticky mess that’s drying on your chest with the wet wipes next to the lube in your bedside table, and stretch out the soreness in your shoulders from holding your hands above your head for so long. Later you’ll grab some water, and test the muscles in your throat, and when you’re convinced that you look—not normal, because you know that normal for you exists in the peaks of pleasure, of cleaning up only to get mussed up minutes later, so not normal, but instead less debauched—and later you’ll follow him next door.

Robin will be crying again, and it will be as pretty as ever, but this time it will be in remorse, and maybe that’s one of the best things about riling him up like this. Because whenever anyone else uses your body like this, they don’t bother to apologize, don’t bother to feel dirty and wrong, don’t carve out space for you-as-person after they finish thrusting into you and leave. But Robin does—and his guilt makes a delicious chaser to a hard-won fight-fuck-orgasm. It’s the closest thing to power that you ever let yourself experience.

So later you’ll follow him out of your room and into his, and you’ll take your prized place in his bed, and curl close around his back, fitting into him like he can somehow manage to slot all of your missing pieces back into place.

But for now, your fingers work, and pleasure sparks as you imagine the furious look in Robin’s eyes from only moments before—you can’t help yourself. He’s just so much fun when he’s mad.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

This Rotten Work Playlists: Rachel Edition!

As @evelynhug0 so kindly requested, I'm going to release each of the main character playlists (and one for the main ship, Rachel and Daiyu) once a week leading up to the release of the book!

First up is Rachel Barsky, my beloved lesbian ex-Chosen One with anger management issues and lots of heart. After killing the evil Headmaster of her magical high school, she's doing her best to settle into normalcy at Normie community college by living with her two best friends, Zell and Stebbie, cooking a lot of Kosher BBQ, and attending history and theater classes. (She's a self-admitted drama queen, what can she say?) There's just one problem: her annoyingly attractive rival, Daiyu, shows up on the first day of classes, and Rachel's instinct to shoot lightning first and ask questions later is going to get everyone into a whole heap of trouble.

Here's a sample of her character description:

"Yep, that's me: a face full of freckles and close-set brown eyes full of ghosts. A head of frizzy blonde curls only able to be tamed when pulled into fishtail braids and a nose that’s a bit too big and pinched and a mouth that’s too loud for anyone save Zell and Stebbie. A chunk of the top of my left ear missing thanks to a fire blast from Daiyu in the Tournament. Medium height, medium build, only muscles coming from a lifetime of running and years of reluctant dueling training I got after school. A girl who was born during one hurricane and who lost her parents in another.

I make sense in this household of misfits and dreamers, kids who are a little too strange to fit in right."

@snazzy-hats-and-adhd @blufox3542 @neshatriumphs @khruschevshoe @weedpoop @thesirhandsome-tepalehuia @sillylittlecheeto @nefertittti @henrythepug @meet-me-behindthemall12 @aboutblankpages-blog-blog @artemisiaarm @profiterole-reads @marchionessdebrannas @harrietmjones @thearcaneuniversity @little-bloodied-angel @artemisbones @jacksope-lives @fleuranna @shehungthemoon @spacecatrainshell @celestedeluna @orpheustwelve @gerardway-jpeg @madhare0512 @fool-for-luv @nealmcclure @elposting @mikereads @corvidspectre @thanatosdetesreves @sapphicsigh @ameliapondmd @possumsmushroom @estel-eruantien @augment-techs

[svnflowermoon]

i love making playlists about every single emotion i ever experience and anticipate i could experience in the future

[u2fangirlie-blog]

Good Omens Crowley's Sad Bastard Breakup Playlist

After the breakup, every time Crowley goes to drink at the Dirty Donkey pub, across the way from A.Z. Fell's bookshop, the jukebox mysteriously starts playing bitter breakup and sad bastard songs. Songs that aren't on the jukebox play when other songs are selected. It's like some demonic miracle. This also happens on the radio in Crowley's Bentley.

See note after list on song the selection process.

Songs include:

"Pale Blue Eyes" - The Velvet Underground

"I'd Rather Go Blind" - Etta James

"Cry Me a River" - Ella Fitzgerald

"Till the Heart Caves In" - Roy Orbison, K.D. Lang version

"Wicked Game" - Chris Isaak

"Crying in the Rain" - Everly Brothers, a-ha version

"Ain't No Sunshine" - Bill Withers

"It's Too Late" - Carole King

"Nothing Compares 2 U" - Prince, Sinead O'Connor or Chris Cornell versions

"Running Up That Hill" - Kate Bush

"One" - U2

"Crucify" - Tori Amos

"Hallelujah" - Leonard Cohen, Jeff Buckley version

"Lovesong" - The Cure

"I Don't Believe in the Sun" - The Magnetic Fields

"Love Will Tear Us Apart" - Joy Division

"Blue Monday" - New Order, Orkestra Obsolete version

"Never Let Me Down Again" - Depeche Mode

"Tainted Love" - Soft Cell

"Careless Whisper" - Wham!

"I Thought You Were My Boyfriend" - The Magnetic Fields

"Somebody to Love" - Queen

"Love Hurts" - Nazareth

"Love Stinks" - The J. Geils Band

"One More Minute" - Weird Al Yankovic

Despite himself, Crowley is compelled to visit Maggie's record shop to purchase copies of these songs.

Crowley has been sleazing around the backroom of the bookshop, crying and drinking, under the guise of helping Muriel run the place, but actually he's selling Aziraphale's books out of revenge.

P.S.: “Pale Blue Eyes” reminds Crowley of Aziraphale’s eyes. Every time he plays The Velvet Underground in his car, he remembers the time Aziraphale made a stinky poopoo face and called their music bebop.

P.P.S.: “Till the Heart Caves In.” Aziraphale stole Crowley’s dreams and sold them for dust. He always knew that angel was a bit of a bastard. Crowley remembers meeting young Roy Orbison and suggesting he wear sunglasses. A rock icon was born.

P.P.P.S.: “Wicked Game” reminds Crowley of the time when the bookstore burned down, Crowley rushed in to rescue his best friend Aziraphale but was too late. Later the same day, the M25 motorway was on fire. Then his beloved Bentley was destroyed by fire. To this day, Crowley can’t tell what hurt him more, losing Aziraphale or losing his Bentley, until they were both returned to him by Adam Young. He’s a good lad.

P.P.P.P.S.: “Crying in the Rain.” No one should see a demon cry. Crowley does his crying the shower. Earth rain showers, even thunderstorms, are also cathartic for crying in, unlike the swampy, wet bits of the fifth circle of Hell.

P.P.P.P.P.S.: “Nothing Compares 2 U” reminds Crowley of the times he and Aziraphale dined at the Ritz. Well, now he can eat at any fancy restaurant he wants without Aziraphale. Only now the food tastes bland and the drinks taste flat.

P.P.P.P.P.P.S.: “One.” This achingly beautiful song about relationships feels like a knife in the heart and punch in the gut. “We get to carry each other.” It’s too true. It hurts. F*** that angel for leaving him. The song reminds Crowley of his time hanging out with Brian Eno in Berlin in the early 1990s. He had fun running around with the band from Ireland. Crowley and Bono discussed corrupt religious leaders and the writings of C.S. Lewis. He suggested sunglasses to Bono. Then Bono took it further. The Fly, the Mirrorball Man, and MacPhisto were born. The rest is rock ‘n roll history. Crowley is especially pleased with himself for influencing Bono.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S.: “Hallelujah.” Crowley remembers helping manifest nebulae and stars with Aziraphale. Crowley was the one who gave the secret chord to David, yet David got the credit for pleasing the Lord. In a rare occurrence for deceased rock stars, Heaven got Jeff Buckley.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S.: “Never Let Me Down Again.” Crowley thinks of all the times he and Aziraphale went for a drive in the Bentley. Aziraphale let him down. Curse the wretched, brightly shining stars. Nothing is alright.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S.: “One More Minute.” This Weird Al song suggested something, an act of revenge to get closure. Crowley thought about the malt shop Aziraphale liked to go, but then reconsidered arson because innocent people might get hurt.

Note on song selection:

I selected songs that thematically fit with the relationship between Crowley and Aziraphale. This is what I call sad bastard music. What songs would match Crowley’s angry, bitter brooding? What songs would make him laugh? What songs would break him and make him cry? These are all songs that I like. You may not like my choices, so your mileage may vary. You can make your own playlist.

NOTE: Revised 3 April 2024 to include P.S. notes about the songs and the obligatory U2 reference. (I'm not sorry.)

NOTE: Revised 9 April 2024 to include songs by The Magnetic Fields, one of Neil Gaiman’s favorite bands. I must make this playlist pleasing to the co-creator of Good Omens.

You can listen to it on YouTube.

[phoenixyfriend]

Tell me, what music genre does 'woman gets revenge on her shitty husband' like country?

Female country singers are just like "If loudly singing along to these doesn't make your spouse thank his lucky stars he's been doing the bare minimum, then I'm not doing this right."