#in memoriam - the oh hellos

[nelsaqift]

[tma au] jimmy thingy that i’ll never finish

[watcherglowcloud]

for someone who isn’t religious in the slightest, the oh hellos make me cry an awful lot

[airyal245]

Listen to the first 10 seconds of In Memoriam and then listen to Seven. They have the same tune it's very cute!

[theohhelloslyrics]

well it's a long way out to reach the sea

but I'm sure I'll find you waiting there for me,

and by the time I blink I'll see your wild arms swingin

just to meet me in the middle of the road

and you'll hold me like you'll never let me go,

and beside the salty water I could hold you close

but you are far too beautiful to love me

- In Memoriam, The Oh Hellos

[soapcan18]

God I love In Memoriam I wanna write a lyric analysis so bad I might do that soon

[since-times-long-forgotten]

save me the oh hellos in memoriam

the oh hellos in memoriam save me

[iotaphora]

listening to this song isnt enough, i need to crush it up and snort it.

[malicioussquirrel]

It’s been years and im Still absolutely floored by Maggie heath of the oh hellos’s voice btw. What the fuck do you mean she sounds like that. Her high notes and the tone in her voice. Augh it’s so good. Im losing it over how she goes into her head voice in notos currently. Never in a million years could i do it like her. If i could sing like her i’d never fucking stop on GOD.

[reiding-writing]

I need more enemy! reader 😖

SILENT TREATMENT. /spencer reid/

after you took two days off sick, spencer is delighted to have someone to pick on again. but your lack of a voice makes it less fun than he was hoping.

enemy!reader 1.1k fluff? series masterlist. main masterlist.

a/n | so super self indulgent because my vocal chords feel like they are dying right now

The office feels different after just two days away. Maybe it’s the lingering fog of illness still clinging to your brain, or maybe it’s just the fluorescent lighting feeling harsher than usual.

Either way, stepping back into your workspace feels like an uphill battle. You’re exhausted already, and you’ve barely made it past the threshold.

Your desk looks exactly how you left it—papers slightly out of order, a coffee cup you really should’ve washed before leaving, and a small stack of reports waiting to be reviewed.

But the true indication that you’ve been absent isn’t the minor mess; it’s the fact that everything is… still. No disruptions. No missing items. No sudden shifts in your chair’s height or the keyboard being set to a different language.

You exhale, already knowing exactly what that means.

And right on cue—

“Ah, finally. I Thought you might’ve died.”

You close your eyes, inhaling through your nose, bracing yourself for the inevitable.

Spencer.

You turn, eyes locking onto the gangly menace standing by the entrance to your cubicle. He looks positively delighted, like a cat who just spotted a mouse he’s been chasing for days.

“I was going to send a search party,” he continues, leaning against your desk like he owns the place. “Or at the very least, start drafting my in memoriam speech. Something really touching. Probably would’ve opened with, ‘Despite being a constant source of disappointment, she will be missed.’”

Normally, this is where you’d fire back—some sharp remark about his tragic lack of social skills or a well-placed jab about his questionable taste in ties. But today, all you can do is glare.

Because today, speaking is not an option.

You cough into your sleeve, the force of it rattling in your chest, and you barely stifle a grimace at how awful it sounds. When you glance back at Spencer, he’s still watching you expectantly, waiting for a comeback.

Nothing.

His smug expression falters. “Hello? You in there?” He waves a hand in front of your face.

You clear your throat and attempt something—anything—but the moment you try to speak, it’s like dragging barbed wire through your throat. The only thing that escapes is a broken, raspy wheeze.

Spencer’s brow furrows. “Oh my God. Are you dying?”

You scowl, grabbing the closest thing to you—a post-it note—and hastily scribble down:

I CAN’T SPEAK RIGHT NOW, BUT WHEN I CAN, I WILL DESTROY YOU.

For dramatic effect, you add an angry face.

Then you chuck it at his head.

It bounces off his forehead and flutters to the desk. He picks it up, reads it, and tilts his head in consideration.

“Well,” he sighs, “that pulls all the fun out of making fun of you.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“I mean, if you can’t fight back, it’s not mutual, it’s just bullying, and I—” he gestures vaguely, “—am not a bully.”

You scoff—or at least try to. It comes out as another pathetic wheeze.

Spencer’s eyes narrow as he watches you cough again, and then, to your absolute horror, his entire expression shifts from mischievous to… something else. Something thoughtful. Calculating.

This is not good.

This is never good.

Before you can even attempt to communicate your distrust, he abruptly spins on his heel and walks away.

You stare after him.

That was weird.

Too weird.

And you do not trust it.

—

For the rest of the morning, Spencer is, alarmingly, nowhere to be found. It would be a relief if not for the nagging worry that he’s planning something. Which, let’s be honest, he definitely is.

Your suspicion is confirmed when he returns just before lunch, carrying a steaming mug with the smuggest look on his face.

You immediately sit up straighter, eyeing him warily.

“Good news,” Spencer announces, plopping the mug onto your desk. “I have found a solution to your problem,”

You blink at it.

Then at him.

Then back at the cup.

“Drink,” he orders, arms crossed.

You stare.

He stares back.

You grab another post-it and write, What the hell is this??

Spencer scoffs. “Tea.”

You give him a long, suspicious look before scribbling again: You don’t make tea. You drink the same disgusting coffee every day.

“Yes, well,” he says, rolling his eyes, “I figured if I’m going to be denied my entertainment, the least I can do is fix you faster,”

You narrow your eyes at him.

Spencer sighs like this is exhausting for him, even though you are the one suffering. “It’s a blend of ginger, honey, lemon, and some herbs known for their medicinal properties. Helps with throat inflammation and vocal cord strain,”

You look back down at the cup.

The colour is… deeply unappealing. Murky. Slightly too thick. Suspicious.

You write, You poisoned this.

Spencer groans, dragging a hand down his face. “If I poisoned you, I’d be way more subtle about it,”

You squint.

He sighs, exasperated. “Look, the ginger helps with inflammation, honey coats the throat to reduce irritation, lemon is antibacterial, and the herbs are—”

You hold up a hand, cutting him off, and scrawl: I don’t trust you.

He makes an offended noise. “That’s hurtful.”

You just stare at him.

“…Okay, it’s fair,” he admits. “But come on, do you really want to spend the next however-many days sounding like a cryptid in the woods?”

You consider that.

You consider the tea.

You consider Spencer.

And then, begrudgingly, you pick up the cup.

He watches with far too much interest as you take the tiniest sip.

The moment it hits your tongue, you gag.

Spencer beams.

You drop the cup like it physically hurt you and reach for a new sticky note:

YOU MADE IT BAD ON PURPOSE.

Spencer smirks. “Obviously.”

You glare.

—

You end up drinking half the mug, mostly because Spencer refuses to leave your desk until you do.

And, annoyingly, after about an hour, your throat does feel a little better. Not by much, but enough that when you whisper a single word—“Traitor.”—it actually comes out without sounding like a dying walrus.

Spencer gasps dramatically, clutching his chest. “It works! Who would’ve thought? The genius actually knows what helps,”

You just glare at him again.

He leans against your desk, smirking. “So, how does it feel to know that I, your sworn rival, am the reason for your miraculous recovery?”

You pause, then scrawl another note.

I’m plotting my revenge as we speak.

Spencer grins. “Good. Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You lean across your desk so you can cough in his face, throwing another post-it note directly at his disgustedly agape mouth.

I hope you contract my illness and die.

[objectkindness]

"in memoriam"

"two... ... twooooo... TWO!!!!"

"huh.. wha..? uh ..uhm- Yes, sorry, hello!"

"it's time for cake at stake two-dly dooo!!"

...

"Oh yeah. I was a bit preoccupied hahah, apologies. No more staring at the clouds then, let's get to it.."

[singingrottenbones]

Hannigram + touch

L'Art de toucher le clavecin by Laurie O'Brien

The Hug by Thom Gunn

NBC Hannibal 2x13 Mizumono

NBC Hannibal 3x06 Dolce

Touch by Erica Jong

Vampir by Edvard Munch

In Memoriam by The Oh Hellos

Nobody by Bess Atwell

NBC Hannibal 3x13 The Wrath Of The Lamb

Damned and Doomed by Creeper

The Kiss of The Sphinx by Franz von Stuck

NBC Hannibal 1x11 Rôti

[bogkeep]

(song: In Memoriam by the Oh Hellos

manga: Berserk by Kentaro Miura)

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

The Valley • Like the Dawn • Eat You Alive • Second Child, Restless Child • Wishing Well • In Memoriam • The Lament of Eustace Scrubb • I Was Wrong • I Have Made Mistakes • The Truth Is a Cave • The Valley (Reprise)

Spotify ♪ Bandcamp ♪ YouTube

[soapcan18]

IN MEMORIAM IS WAY TOO UNDERRATED LISTEN TO IT NOW!!

[zannolin]

Hello! Do you have some songs that remind you of Susan Pevensie that you would recommend? I am trying to create a playlist for Narnia and you are like the greatest Susan expert to me (if you have suggestions for other characters as well feel free to add, i would love to know!)

first off, absolute honor and dream of my life to be called a susan expert, this is all i've ever wanted. second, you are in SUCH luck because i actually used to make playlists myself back in the day with little covers and everything and susan was one i made one for! some songs that make me completely deranged thinking about her include:

"coming home - part ii" by skylar grey

"south" by sleeping at last

"the archer" by taylor swift (the Only time you'll catch me putting tswift on a playlist but it's so good)

"funeral bell" by phildel

"king" by lauren aquilina tho this can also go for peter

"in memoriam" by the oh hellos

"sun bleached flies" by ethel cain

"wake me up" by fleurie & tommee proffitt

"saturn" by sleeping at last bc i'm legally obligated

"chinese satellite" by phoebe bridgers

"we'll meet again" by vera lynn

"welly boots" by the amazing devil, naturally

those are most of the big ones. i will refrain from other characters bc then this post will get Very long.

[cosmiado]

it's been a long road, losing all I've owned / you don't know what you've got until you're gone

- In Memoriam, the Oh Hellos

(psst! this is part of a bigger comic piece that can be found here! :3)