#brenda lee i'm sorry

[mudwerks]

(via I'm Sorry - Brenda Lee (1960)

[taylorliveperformances]

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Taylor Swift performing a medley of Brenda Lee’s I’m Sorry and her own White Horse for the Grammy nominations on December 3, 2008.

[helloparkerrose]

[singularbvllet]

laciè's intro ⊹ ࣪ ˖

ABOUT ME ; My name is laciè (pronounced lace), I'm 4teen (10/26 bday), & im a cis [f] who uses she/her pronouns !!! I'm mixed (black and white), I don't condone and I've been into tc since I was around 7 (not in the community) and I've had a lot of tumblrs but never posted (≧▽≦) my main interest for cases is mass shootings, usually school shootings.

FAV/ MOST RESEARCHED CASES ; Columbine, Weis markets, Apalachee, & Isla Vista (Elliot Rodger), Alyssa Bustamante (Elizabeth oltens murder)

CASES IN GEN ; Thurston high, academy maniacs, robb elementary, Halifax (James gamble), westroads mall, FedEx (Brandon hole)

FAV MOVIES ; elephant (2003), zero day (2003), 20th century girl (2022)

FAV SONGS ; dance, dance (fob), wait & bleed (slipknot), a match into water (ptv), I'm low on gas & u need a jacket (ptv), I'm sorry (brenda lee), you're gonna miss me (connie francis), my heart belongs to only you (bobby vinton), my prayer (the platters), 8teen - Nightcore (paywall, Spotify), kiss me again - sped up (Desiregirl, Spotify), 1985 (bowling for soup)

ON THIS ACCOUNT ILL PROBABLY ; shit post, rant, or reblog a lot of stuff

also I'm lowkey a killer simp ...Idk what to add other than that yayyayayay

[crappymixtape]

crappymixtape's holiday celebration

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ . A V E R Y M E R R Y M I X T A P E . ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

you've arrived on tumblr today to find a neatly wrapped package waiting for you – all golds and reds and greens with a glittery bow on top – and when you open it up you find a mixtape. the writing on top loops and scrawls across the label, stickers of snoopy in a santa hat covering some of the letters, and when you pop it into the player you hear your favorite songs come to life.

it sounds like sitting by the fire with warm cup of hot cocoa, steve in the kitchen singing along with burl ives, silver and gold decorations, on every christmas tree – it sounds like eddie settled in next to you on the sofa, pressing kisses to your forehead and whispering in your ear, merry christmas, baby.

this is for you, my loves! a little celebration for us and our boys and this wonderful time of year. i'll be posting once a week – on fridays – throughout all of december with requests i've gotten and a few of my own ideas. you can find the playlist below!

THE PLAYLIST ( fic release dates noted below )

GOLD & GLITTER // 12.2 with steve for @superblysubpar 🎶 the nutcracker suite, tchaikovsky steve goes to the nutcracker ballet downtown every year, even has his own balcony seats – this year he brings you along as his date, but somehow you both miss the entire second act ( rich!steve harrington x reader • smut with a sprinkle of fluff ) BABY, ITS COLD OUTSIDE // 12.9 with steve for @sattlersquarry 🎶 baby it's cold outside, frank sinatra & dorothy kirsten it's been snowing all day, enough to snap the power lines and make the lights go out, and when steve comes over to build you a fire you can't think of a more perfect time to exchange gifts ( steve harrington x reader • pure fluff ) I WANT YOU THE MOST // 12.16 with steve for @palmtreesx3 🎶 rockin’ around the christmas tree, brenda lee steve's never been kissed under the mistletoe, what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn't make it memorable? ( established relationship, tiny bit of fluff, lots of snark, sprinkle of smut, steve x reader ) HOME TO ME // 12.23 with eddie from me, xoxo 🎶 christmas time ( don't let the bells end ), the darkness eddie has to work on christmas eve, so you climb into his bed and fall asleep, waiting for him until he gets home christmas morning to give him his present ( eddie munson x reader • fluff, smut, est. relationship ) CHRISTMAS MAKES ME CRY // 12.30 with steve from me, xoxo 🎶 christmas, leona naess you go home with steve over christmas to finally meet his family and when it doesn't go as planned he feels like he's ruined everything, but you're there for him when he needs it most ( modern!steve harrington x reader • angst, hurt / comfort a little fluff, est. relationship )

LOVES FOR MY FAVORITE WRITERS you babes mean THE WORLD to me, oh my god, thank you so much for being here and for nerding out about this shit as much as i do! omg and for the enabling LOL. go follow all of these handles right now! ( and if i forgot anyone, i'm sorry ily too! )

☀ @inkluvs ☀ @fiveraccoonsinatrenchcoat ☀ @carolmunson ☀ @abibliophobiaa ☀ @dukesmebby ☀ @finalgirleddiemunson ☀ @curseofaphrodite ☀ @softharrington ☀ @starrystevie ☀ @acourtofsnakes ☀ @theshireisburning-so-mordoritis ☀ @a-dealwith-god ☀ @keeryshousee ☀ @lofaewrites ☀ @wroteclassicaly ☀ @katyswrites ☀ @schoopsahoy ☀ @andvys ☀ @chestylarouxx ☀ @supernovafics ☀ @superblysubpar ☀ @sswwmmpptthhnngg ☀ @harrywavycurly ☀ @thyme-in-a-bubble ☀ @lovebugism ☀ @sailor-steve-blog ☀ @sattlersquarry ☀ @plainemmanem ☀ @skullrock ☀

@curiositydooropened ☀ @luveline ☀ @stvharrngton ☀ @loveshotzz ☀ @forever-rogue ☀ @forevermoreharrington ☀ @livingintheupsidedown ☀ @annab-nana ☀ @familyvideostevie ☀ @theemporium ☀ @1986harrington ☀ @lucasnclair ☀ @roanniom ☀ @upsidedownwithsteve ☀ @stevebabey ☀ @starryeyedstories ☀ @kimmyiewrites ☀ @softharrington ☀ @hollandweather ☀ @palmtreesx3 ☀ @stevesbabysittingservice ☀ @princessdave ☀ @sweetsweetjellybean ☀ @fettuccin-e ☀ @usedtobecooler ☀ @aloneinthehellfire ☀ @poguemunson ☀ @myobmaya ☀ @reputationmunson ☀ @sincerelyyoursg ☀ @harringtons-cupid ☀ @spinmewriteround

AND HUGS TO YOU! YES, YOU! XOXO, 💿 KATE i absolutely cannot believe it's almost been a year since i've come back to this place and i have loved every single moment of it. making friends ( ily moots! ) seeing new faces ( nonnies you're my fav! ) and putting words to all of these characters we love so much. so just thank you, for everything, you're wonderful and i'm so glad you're here with me ♥️

✨ divider love to @saradika

[drtyelvisfantasy]

Break It To Me Gently

Parings: Austin Butler x reader

Summary: Austin is breaking the news that he wants to break up with. It comes unexpectedly, he makes sure to break it to you gently to it’s easier to digest.

Based on the song Break It To Me Gently by Brenda Lee

The room was filled with an eerie silence as you sat across from Austin, the weight of his words hanging in the air. His voice trembled as he struggled to find the right words, his eyes avoiding your gaze.

"Y/N, we need to talk," Austin finally managed to say, his voice filled with sadness.

Your heart skipped a beat, a sinking feeling settling deep within your chest. You had a sinking feeling that this conversation would not end well.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking, and I've come to a difficult decision," Austin continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "I think it's best if we break up."

The words hit you like a tidal wave, causing tears to well up in your eyes. You had never imagined this moment would come. The love you had once shared now seemed like a distant memory, fading away into the void.

"But... why?" you managed to choke out, your voice trembling with a mix of confusion, heartbreak, and desperation.

Austin took a deep breath, his eyes filled with regret. "I've realized that we want different things in life, Y/N. Our paths are diverging, and it's becoming harder to ignore the growing distance between us."

Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to comprehend his words. The pain in your chest was unbearable, as if someone had ripped your heart out.

"But... we can work through this, Austin," you pleaded, your voice filled with desperation. "We can find a way to make it work. Please, don't leave me."

He shook his head, his own tears threatening to spill over. "I wish it were that simple, Y/N. But the truth is, we've been drifting apart for a while now. It's not fair to either of us to hold onto something that's no longer there."

The room fell silent once again, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. The love that had once filled your heart now felt like an empty void. You had no choice but to accept his decision, no matter how much it hurt.

As Austin stood up, his eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and regret, you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. The love you had once shared had come to an end, leaving you feeling lost and alone.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Austin whispered, his voice filled with genuine remorse. "I never wanted to hurt you. But sometimes, the hardest decisions are the ones that need to be made."

With that, he walked away, leaving you to pick up the broken pieces of your heart. The room echoed with the sound of your sobs, as you mourned the loss of a love that could never be mended.

[lostmyremembrall]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝑩𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅

𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒, 𝐴𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑥𝑎𝑠 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑓𝑜𝑦 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝐻𝑢𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟. 𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑘.

Summary: Every villain has his regrets. So what is Tom Riddle's? Well, not getting to say 'fuck you' to his own father before he accidentally fell down the stairs to his death, of course. But, Abraxas says he needs closure, so you could say the trip to Little Hangleton wasn't a complete waste.

Recommended Music: I'm Sorry by Brenda Lee

This is the first time I’ve felt the need to confess.

It all started with Abraxas’ suggestion to visit my father.

I’ve asked him: why. His answer: closure.

He believed my mental health to be somewhat, “unstable” and “unhinged.” Apparently, childhood trauma does that to you.

So, closure was the answer.

I’ve pondered about it. Why not. Why not go up to the man in the mansion and stick it into his face? Why not tell the rich man in a big mansion, “fuck you,” “I hope you’ll die in a ditch,” and “You will not be invited to my inevitable coronation.”

If this will help me become a better leader, then gladly I would accept the opportunity to cuss in my father’s face.

Apparently, that was not what Abraxas meant by closure.

But, being the open-minded leader that I am, I said why not.

The plan was to visit Little Hangleton on New Year’s Eve anyway, to assess exactly what I will be inheriting. So, why not make the trip more interesting? Why not start off the marvellous year of 1944 with a clean slate?

Needless to say, the closure has gone slightly out of hand.

I stood on the second-floor foyer, overlooking the entrance hall. Perhaps unwisely, I thought I would give my father a surprise, apparating behind him.

Now, a man lay unmoving below me. His body mangled. His eyes, wide open in the shock that ultimately led to his untimely death. The blood, pooling beneath him.

So much for a clean slate.

Abraxas appeared on the first floor, returning from the kitchen, carrying a slice of cake that he had nicked from the New Year’s celebration. His feet, along with the long shadow cast on the marble tiles, came to a halt.

“Huh,” his brows furrowed, tilting his head, still sucking on his fork. “Is a human head supposed to look like that?”

He pointed his fork at the large dent on the inion of the head.

Tom Riddle Sr. lay still, face down on the floor. Even a corpse did not have the energy to answer such a dull question.

“Shit,” I gritted my teeth. “Fuck, Abraxas. Damn!”

Abraxas’ eyes widened, the realisation finally dawning on him. The slice of cake slowly slid down the plate and fell, the splatter marking its timestamp in the silence.

“Tom…!” Abraxas’ mouth gaped and closed like a helpless fish, “When I said closure, I did not mean this!” He waved the fork over the corpse, as if to say ‘Whatever this is.’

“It. Was. An accident!” I hissed in return at his unhelpful contribution, my fingernails digging into the mahogany handrail.

“Merlin’s beard,” Abraxas ran a hand through his hair, devolving rapidly into a panic. “We’re fine. We’re fine. We merely need to get rid of evidence.”

“Just clean up after ourselves. We weren’t here long. Nobody saw us,” Abraxas began pacing about the room. “Nobody can trace this back to us.”

“Ah, shit,” Abraxas paused as his feet stepped into the crumbled mush on the floor. “The cake! They can trace my DNA, oh god, oh god oh god.”

“The what?”

“It’s a new thing, Tom,” Abraxas wiped away the sweat with his shaky hand. “Heard all about it on that crime radio I listen to.”

I paused to close my eyes, willing myself to ignore Abraxas’ pathetic wailing, taking a deep breath. If my brilliance had served me thus far, it was going to serve me now.

“Calm down, Abraxas,” I opened my eyes again, and let out a shaky breath as I began to descend the stairs.

Abraxas turned his teary, desperate eyes to me, hoping that his leader had some incredible plan.

“Look at this,” stopping next to Abraxas, I languidly gestured to the crime scene. “It merely looks like he fell, does it not?”

For the first time in this dreadfully long night, a glimmer of hope and conviction appeared in Abraxas’ eyes.

“You’re right. He did fall,” he nodded fervently, as if attempting to convince himself. “An unfortunate accident.”

“That befell on an unbalanced man,�� I reassuringly patted the back of Abraxas with a smirk, ending his sentence, “Now, let us calm down, and enjoy the serenity before we begin rifling through their possessions.”

I sauntered to the stairs, and sitting down on it, took out a flask for a swing. Still shaking, but now considerably less so, Abraxas followed.

Abraxas nodded his thanks as he took the flask that I offered, taking a swing as well. The alcohol seemed to do wonders, as it was always the case for Abraxas, as his breathing evened out and the confidence returned to his blue eyes.

“You know,” Abraxas began, returning the flask to me. “It is impeccable timing, if you think about it.”

I raised my brows at him, urging the blond to continue.

“It is your birthday. And the old man died, giving you everything in this room,” his gaze wandered around the room, to the antique armours guarding the front doors, the expensive Chinese vases, to the crystal chandelier above them. “Shit, you might be as rich as me, now.”

“Hm, true,” I pondered, my eyes also trailing the many valuables in the room. The word ‘closure’ came to my mind. Yes, I suppose, counting these as an apology gift and my birthday gift, I could find it in myself to forgive my father. Maybe.

My eyes landed on the man’s face, still slumped down on the floor a few feet from us. Tom Riddle Sr. was extremely handsome. Deadly handsome, even.

Too soon, perhaps.

I raised a flask towards the body that eerily resembled me. “Thank you, father, for the gifts!”

“And the cake!” Abraxas joined in with a smile.

I smiled against the flask as I took another swing, revelling in the immediate warmth that spread through my core. “You know,” I murmured, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically sentimental all of a sudden. “I’m glad you’re here, with me. On this memorable night.”

Abraxas turned to me with a genuine smile that came more easily to his lips than mine. “Always happy to help, Tom.”

Abraxas fell silent, however, when there was a groan from the corpse. My eyes widened, as my father groaned, and he raised his head, his eyes fluttering open. We froze as our eyes met. Nothing has terrified me more than that moment, when my father’s irises captured us, his son and a stranger, on his stairs, eating his cake, celebrating his death.

“Avada Kedavra!”

My wand had reacted sooner than I’d had the time to think.

The head dropped again with a heavy thud.

“TOM!”

Abraxas’ shriek pierced my right ear, and I winced.

“Why?! WHY did you do that?!” Abraxas was wailing again, “You have to stop casting a killing curse on your reflex!”

“Shit,” I grimaced. “I panicked.”

“Yes, I’ve gathered, Tom,” Abraxas ruffled his hair, leaping to his feet to begin pacing again, his hair now beyond recognition from the neat style he usually kept. “Merlin, now they’re really going to think it’s a crime scene.”

“He saw our faces,” I murmured darkly. A weak excuse, I knew, but Abraxas’ finger-pointing was unbearable.

“Fuck, Tom!” the blond was hyperventilating now. “I cannot go to Azkaban! They will eat me alive!”

I glared up at the rattled man, still pacing back and forth in front of me, his nerves getting to me. A terrible idea crossed my mind, for a moment, whether keeping Abraxas alive was a liability. He did not do well under pressure. He’d crumble under interrogation in mere seconds.

I growled, “Well, there’s nothing we can do at the moment, but to–”

Abraxas yelped when there was a low grumble from the corpse. He turned on his heels, the fork gripped tight in his hand. I widened my eyes at the savagery of the blond, watching him straddle my father and plunge the fork into him again and again. The muggle way.

He screamed at him. Then cursed. Then stabbed some more.

Watching Abraxas go absolutely feral on the poor corpse that resembled me, I had to consider the possibility that Abraxas perhaps harboured some pent-up vehemence towards me.

“Jesus,” I watched him stand up, the sweat-matted strands of hair falling into his eyes. “Could you not? That is my father.”

“Fuck,” he let out a shaky breath, the fork slipping from his hand and rattling on the floor. His pale skin, splattered with red. “I thought he was dead! How’s he still alive?!”

“It happens,” I sighed, scratching my brows at the situation that was rapidly growing out of hand. “Corpses release gas and liquid.”

“Oh god,” Abraxas fell to his knees, as if begging for forgiveness from my father. He began sobbing, the tears streaming down his cheeks. “Oh god, my life is ruined.”

To be frank, I found the situation somewhat amusing. How the tables have turned. I bit my tongue, wanting desperately to say ‘Who panicked this time?’ Instead, I stood up with a heavy sigh, and laid a supportive hand on his shoulder.

“Yes, it does look like ‘fuck you in particular’ now, doesn’t it?”

Despite my solace, Abraxas began to sob harder. Perhaps it was the way I said it.

“Come,” I helped him up to his feet. My father’s blood painted his blond hair and pale skin. His tears and spit have now mingled with it as they trailed down his chin. I sighed, producing a handkerchief from my pocket.

“You’ve always enjoyed crime radios,” I wiped his face clean, until reconsidering the futile attempt as more tears poured. “Now you get to be a part of it.”

Abraxas howled as more tears began to pour.

“There there,” I wrapped my arms around him in a comforting embrace.

“You won’t let me go to Azkaban, will you?” his frail voice came muffled against my wool uniform.

“Of course not,” I patted his shoulder. “I’ll always be here to fix your mistakes.”

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A few hours later, in the wee hours of the morning, we stood in front of a roaring fire. The sky was just beginning to brighten as Abraxas rubbed his hands over the fire, trying to warm his pale hands that had gone frigid.

“I’m glad we built this fire,” he said with a relieved smile. “Fire has a soothing effect, I think.”

I hummed in agreement, blankly staring at the flames that reached for the sky before me. There was a hint of nervousness in the voice that Abraxas was desperately trying to quell. I chose to ignore it.

“Say, do you know if they wanted cremation?” another nervous whimper from Abraxas.

I took one last drawl of the cigarette before tossing it into the fire. “Now, how the fuck would I know that, Abraxas.”

Abraxas merely hummed and nodded, numbly staring at the three bodies that had grown unrecognisable. The grandmother and the grandfather had to go as well. Loose ends and all that. They’ve lived a good long life anyway.

“You know, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same,” Abraxas’ voice was dead and despondent as he accepted a cigarette from me. “That image of you, underneath me, as I plunged the fork into it… It’s changed something within me.”

I knitted my brows at his wording. “You mean… my father,” I raised a suspicious brow at my oldest friend as I corrected him. “You felt the urge to kill my father.”

“Hm, what?” Abraxas had borrowed the light from the roaring fire in front of him, his gaunt features light ablaze with orange contemplation. “Yes, of course.”

I fell into an anxious silence, the image of Abraxas straddling someone that resembled me, too similar for my comfort. The animalistic sheer will that burned in his eyes – no thinking, no reasoning, all his focus on simply doing – as he poked holes into my father. The image shall haunt me for the rest of my days.

I cleared my throat, and took a step away from the blond. Suffice it to say that the night had changed something inside me as well.

“Well, father,” I tightened my tie as a respectful gesture that seemed appropriate for the sobering moment. “Grandmother, grandfather.”

Abraxas tossed the cigarette, crushing it underneath his black leather shoes, taking his hat off.

“Wish I got to talk with you a bit more,” I cleared my throat again, not having had much experience with eulogy, despite deaths that seemed to follow me wherever I went. “Maybe discuss my inheritance. Alas, it is what it is.”

I looked down at the bouquet of flowers, gripped tightly in my hands. “Abraxas and I gathered a little something for you. Don’t know what kind you liked, but – there are some dandelions in here.” 

I furrowed my brows, angling the plants in an attempt to name them. “Some… grass. Well, I hope you’ll like them.”

I tossed the bouquet on top of the fire, watching the flowers shrivel as the flames licked them hungrily.

“Closure,” Abraxas leaned over to me and whispered, giving me an encouraging wink.

I nodded and took a deep breath. My eyes surveyed the first hint of light behind the roaring hills at the approaching dawn. I bit my lips in deep contemplation, trying to put a label on what I was feeling.

“You were a shit father… father,” I continued, blinking away the tears that were beginning to pool in my eyes. “I wish I got to tell you that in person. I admit things could have gone better.”

“But,” I sniffed, looking up at the chalk-white sky to dry my eyes. “Rest assured, your assets will be put to good use. I’ll promise you that.”

My eyes landed on Abraxas, who had given me a thumbs-up. I nodded in appreciation of his support.

I sighed, growing restless at the idea that Abraxas and I still had to bleach the entire place. “Goodbye, father. And fuck you.”

I knew I did well by the congratulatory pat on my shoulder. I turned my eyes as the first ray of sunshine hit my cheekbones. The clouds. The birds chirping by. It was strangely serene, even idyllic, betraying the violent night that we just shared.

But, I found myself smiling as the strands of my hair in the breeze tickled my cheeks. I felt it. Abraxas was right. My mind was finally at peace. 

Reflecting the serenity of our environment. Save for the burning corpses.

I knew it in my heart. That was to be the last time I killed a man.

A single tear rolled down my cheek, as I clasped the blond’s hand on my shoulder. A fresh new start, I felt it in my core.

A/N: Written for Quidditch writing competition a few months ago! I am sorry that I haven't been writing/uploading new stories recently. But the new ones are coming!

[collegetennisoriginstory]

hi sorry if this was asked before but tumblr search isn’t working? but i was wondering if you have a playlist or some song recommendation that go well since i’m planning to reread and catch up on your lovely game !! <33

Edit: Started a crowsourced playlist to compile songs, feel free to contribute / put in the songs that remind you of each character :)

Oh nooo I don't know what I tagged all the song recs folks have been sending in as, because I tried "song rec" and "song recs" in my featured tags and both don't work hahaha I'm so bad at using tumblr it's kinda funny this is my main mode of reader/player interaction xD

But hmm let's see, I did save a couple into a playlist for writing previously, but they're combined with the Merry Crisis recs. I'll just list a few that i feel fit, but taking recs from y'all and i promise I'll tag properly this time and create a separated CT:OS playlist 😅

Sam: Photos from when we were young by Nana Grizol, Always on my mind by Willie Nelson (more for the lyrics rather than the old-school vibe), There till the end by Jerub, and Lucky by Colbie Caillat (because it appears in the IF :P), Come back home by Lauv

Rayyan: Fuck it! by Days 'N Daze, Backwards directions by Abby Sage, Waves by Dean Lewis, House of the Rising Sun by the Animals, Not done yet by SOJA, Why Am I Like This? by Orla Gartland, Indigo Night by Tamino

Tobin: If you love me by Brenda Lee, Nothing without you by Tanarélle, Killing me softly by Frank Sinatra/Roberta Flack. First Love/Late Spring by Mitski, My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski

G: August by Taylor Swift, Apocalypse by Cigarettes after Sex, Place de la République by Cœur de pirate, Dis, quand reviendras-tu by Barbara, Born To Die by Lana Del Rey and Real by Years & Years

Dad: Badlands by Bruce Springsteen but tbh just. Springsteen in general.

[merrycrisis-if]

here's song vomit hehe<3

qiu?:

Nothing Without You - Tanerélle

If You Love Me (Really Love Me) - Brenda Lee

Florence + The Machine: Stand By Me & Never Let Me Go (Never let me go? Y'know that part where the MC begs Qiu to not let them go <3)

Wait by the River - Lord Huron

Not Done Yet - SOJA

Sanctify - Years & Years (Acoustic) (wlw? mlm? oh to be fruity in a conservative place)

Honeybee - The Head and The Heart

pls don't perceive me, this is way worse than eye contact ~Thanks!~

Ahhhhhh thank you x 100000!! So many gems in here!!!

Florence + The Machine and The Head and The Heart have been bands that I listen to whenever I wanna dwell in heartbreak emotions, so—I'm absolutely with you on those.

Also really enjoyed Wait by the River (which crazily, I'd not heard of before this—madness!)

And most importantly?? Sanctify - Years & Years!!!! God. Why'd you go and do that to me. It's perfect for Qiu, especially perfect for same-sex Qiu. Like——

Give me your confession, saying Lately, life's been tearing you apart Now Walk through the fire with you 'Cause I know how it can hurt Being cut in two, and afraid

??? Already amazing, and then the chorus comes—

So don't break (break) Sanctify my body with pain (pain) Sanctify the love that you crave (crave) Oh, and I won't, and I won't, and I won't be ashamed Sanctify my sins when I pray ... etc. etc.

Then the random verses continue to be so delicious?? Excuse me?? Also the recurring motif of fire, first walking through it (external conflict e.g. Qiu's mom, societal expectations) and then having it consume [you] from the insside (internal conflict, Qiu's own feelings)???

You don't have to be straight with me I see what's underneath your mask I'm a man like you, I breathe the rituals of the dancer's dance Oh, oh And there's fire in you And you know it's gonna hurt, being cut in two And afraid

Yeah anyway. Sorry, I promise Merry Crisis is not becoming a music blog. I'll stop now. But thank you.

[hit-song-showdown]

Year-End Poll #11: 1960

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To quote a song from a certain John Waters adaptation, "Welcome to the 60's." And to mark the occasion, here's some songs from that decade of sex, drugs, and rock and roll! Woo!

So our modern perceptions of any given decade are rarely exhibited by the Billboard Hot 100 charts, especially when the decade is only just starting. I have my own thoughts on when the 60's truly comes into its own, but we'll get to that later. In the meantime, the top hits of 1960 wouldn't seem that out of place in the 1950s. Compositions, traditional pop, and doo-wop. Elvis is back on the charts after his time in the military.

However, there is one song featured in this poll that was truly a sign of where pop music was heading. If anyone can't figure out which one it is, don't worry. The same song will return in a future 1960s poll.

[moonstruckme]

mae do u have any songs that just inherently remind u of a character u write? like for me million dollar baby by tommy richman belongs to tasm peter (mostly bc of all the tiktok edits of him to it), but also like golden years and moonage daydream by david bowie are so eddie coded, lucretia my reflection by sisters of mercy is meant for sirius, and emotions by brenda lee (or really most old timey love songs) is so so james…

that’s just a few and sorry to gab at you but all of your playlists for the 6k celebration are making me Think™️

Oh that's so interesting! New songs too, yay!! Never ever be sorry for gabbing at me lovely, gabbing is one of my top pastttimes

Okay so I don't tend to have many specific songs that make me think of them so much as general vibes (like I think james would get down to 2000s white girl music and anytime I'm listening to katy perry I'm like "he would go to her concert with me") but when I listen to alley rose by conan gray I can't help but think of sirius. It's so him! Also two birds by regina spektor always makes me think of him and regulus and also me and my brother in parallel. Last thing, but I was listening to my pregame playlist yesterday and bailar by deorro came on and I just knew in my soul James would get down to that. That's the best I got haha

[thediktatortot]

I really wanted to share some of my favorite songs from my Harringrove playlist. I might add a few Billy & Steve songs from their playlists I have.

Harringrove Songs I like (No particular order)

I see this one from Billy's POV

This is another Billy POV but it gives me like, Pre-Healthy Harringrove.

This is definitely a Steve POV.

Another Billy POV lol

I'm sorry. Most my songs are Billy POV xD This one is very "Billy's going to leave Hawkins whether Steve leaves with him or not, but he's letting Steve know he wants him to come with him."

Billy POV

Steve Centered Songs

I see this one as a Post-Nancy

Billy Centered Songs

This is very Flayed!Billy to me.

This is my fav Billy song :3

[hailieshapedbox]

<3

[guzhufuren]

🐧⛄️🌲🎅🏽 Holiday Tag Game 🎅🏽🌲⛄️🐧

really want to get some christmas recs so i'm starting a new tag game! answer and tag 10 people ❤️

Favourite Christmas Movies/TV Show Episodes

my must watch in december are these!! 🍫

movies:

Home Alone 1990, Home Alone 2 Lost In New York 1992, Home Alone 25 Years Later (DRYVRS ad) Let It Snow 2019 🏳️‍🌈 The Christmas Setup 2020 🏳️‍🌈 Carol 2015 🏳️‍🌈 Breakfast with Scot 2007 🏳️‍🌈 Klaus 2019 Die Hard 1988 No Sleep Til Christmas 2018 Noelle 2019 The Princess Switch 2018 The Knight Before Christmas 2019 Shazam 2019 Grinch 2018 Alvin and The Chipmunks 2007 Iron Man 3 2013

tv show episodes:

Sense8 S2 Christmas Special 🏳️‍🌈 Skam S3 Ep9, Ep10 🏳️‍🌈 Dickinson S1 Ep8 🏳️‍🌈 The Real O'Neals S2 Ep8 🏳️‍🌈 Seinfeld S4 Ep13 Phineas and Ferb S2 Ep21 The Addams Family S2 Ep15 Stranger Things S1 Ep8 Victorious S3 Ep1 iCarly S2 Ep9 The Flash S2 Ep9 What's With Andy S1 Ep24, S3 Ep 22 Supernatural S3 Ep8 The Big Bang Theory S2 Ep11, S6 Ep11, S7 Ep11, S8 Ep11 Brooklyn Nine-Nine S1 Ep11, S2 Ep10, S3 Ep10, S4 Ep10 Alexa & Katie S3 Ep5 The Kids From Room 402 S2 Ep12

5 Favourite Christmas Songs

Brenda Lee — Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree Everclear — Santa Baby Bobby Helms — Jingle Bell Rock Todrick Hall — Bells, Bows, Gifts, Trees Stray Kids — Christmas EveL

Your Christmas Tree Colour & Colours of Ornaments

green tree with gold and red ornaments :') 🎁

tagging my darlings @supernovasimplicity @toppinghughdancy @trueplainhearts @agendratum @liyazaki @laowen @onstoryladders @avecbane @jeffysatur @sadday4sure @ditch-lily @sapphicblight @blackwatervial @force-book @apomiles @yeetlegay @asliceofoceanmist @laughsalot3412 @sugarbabywenkexing @ardentlytess @snake-and-mouse @good-night-space-kid and all my followers or mutuals who celebrate (please tag me i want to see your answers) ❤️🌲 if i tagged you and you don't celebrate christmas i'm very sorry please ignore the post!

[damien-mlm]

What Red saw before he lost consciousness.

A little illustration I had saved for Dead Man Walking

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