#like . sobs. that song is really Something

[flickerintwilights]

on the road to hell

[sleepanonymous]

Do yourself a favor and take a seat for this one fam 👍

I fell upon a point The axis of the spectrum To bathe in abstract joy Or die without direction

Determined steps we take But please, for goodness sake We’re not gonna make it out alive

I sit for wasted days and toil in desperation To weep beneath a sky of fractured indication Let faith lead you down But please, for goodness sake We’re not alive; we’re just getting older

I would help you, but I can’t Seems that time got the upper hand To live yet never understand Is there a purpose?

But you look like heaven crashed on your shoulders And you look like heaven crashed on your shoulders And you look like heaven crashed on your shoulders And you look like heaven crashed on your shoulders

But you look like heaven crashed on your shoulders (Do we) And you look like heaven crashed on your shoulders (Deserve this) And you look like heaven crashed on your shoulders (Do we) And you look like heaven crashed on your shoulders (Deserve this)

Live by the subordinate belief That we are more than this we live By the subordinate belief That we are more than this we live

Okay so you guys are just gonna have to trust me on this one. This came from an(other) anon source since the link on Way Back Machine is dead. This was published to Ves's YouTube channel on July 15, 2012. The description said something along the lines of this (basing it off memory, it's very loose):

I wrote this song about the idea that humans have evolved beyond our means. We suffer implications due to our sentience and awareness of our world, which leads us to questions we cannot answer. Animals are programmed to fear death but they probably aren't aware of its inevitability, where humans most certainly are, but are totally powerless to stop it.

Update on this song as of December 2023:

Two different Anons provided me with more background info. The first screenshot is the original description that Ves had (he also worded things in a much better and more Vessel way than I did lol). The second screenshot is copy+paste text from the lyrics portion below the description. I updated the lyrics to reflect the text.

[marshmallowgoop]

i wanna drive all night

[e-the-village-cryptid]

matilda the musical making me feel shrimp emotions

[distant-velleity]

jackdeu and 8?

quick note: i'm actually gonna do everyone a favor with this one and not use 8 bc the corresponding song's content is... concerning aksjksjfd so i went with 18 instead:

I can’t stop, I don’t want to stop Make sure to cool it down so you’re not burnt!

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“Ah—”

Deuce’s hiss of pain and regret has Jack immediately glancing up from his homework, his ears twitching in alarm. “What happened?” 

Miserably, Deuce looks down at his instant ramen as he fans at his mouth for a second, lips parted and tongue hanging out slightly. “S’hot,” he says quickly, and ever-so-eloquently adds, “Real spicy.”

“…Blockhead.” Jack reaches across the table and pushes Deuce’s plastic water bottle over to him. It earns him a rushed thanks. “I told you not to add the whole packet of flavoring. And, don’t you know to blow on hot food to cool it down?”

“Well—” Deuce uncaps the bottle and chugs half of it in record time. “Idia-senpai gave it to me for my birthday, so I didn’t want to waste it…”

Jack has half a mind to reach over and wipe the little drop of water dribbling down from the corner of Deuce’s mouth. Instead, he controls himself and just sighs.

[1980ssunflower]

nuzzles my face against my baby ryan 🥺💖

[skitskatdacat63]

During the 2020 shut-in era, I basically only listened to Coldplay and god the amnt of emotional nostalgia I get from listening to their music is so

[volinare]

i called out... like right before my shift too. i am truly a monster. like they're going to have to find someone to cover my trucks. i just can't. like yesterday wasn't even that bad and i've been having fun, i enjoy the job i enjoy working and i just.

[ehnrat]

i was also lookin up the full versions on the KHR songs and i saw that ponycanon uploaded one of my fav endings 3 weeks ago and HRMMMMMM

[fandom-took-my-sanity]

punisher (album) by phoebe bridgers is so dana scully coded

[carcarrot]

who up crying in their latte

[july-19th-club]

one thing i really dont like in tv shows is when a scene carrying important or emotional dialogue gets a musical score with lyrics that are noticeable, because then i get too distracted by the song and it undercuts the drama too much for me to really appreciate it like i’d like to

[caruliaa]

JUST LISTENED TO THE ALBUM. HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

[astrxealis]

"scream all you like, your gods can't hear you" -> "scream all you like, the gods can't hear you" -> "scream all you like, no one can hear us" -> "scream all you like, 'cause we're all mad here"

akfbeiwhkdn OBSESSED w scream's lyrics ... so good fr. and the way it moves from 'you' to 'us'/'we' and with the context and themes in the song and the story. yeah. yeah.

[katsa-calming]

Guys i finally finished space and just finished coming off the livestream girl help im crying

[ickadori]

++ 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

[summary] wrio’s spouse winds up in prison. special treatment ensues.

[cws] gender neutral reader. fluff.

“What you did was incredibly stupid.”

“I’d like to think it was very brave, actually.” You quip back, lips pursed as you turn up your chin. “You should be proud of me, really.”

“I should be proud that you got yourself thrown in prison?” You don’t have to look up to know that Wriothesley is sporting an incredulous expression. “Did they knock your head around a bit before bringing you down here?”

“You’re acting like I murdered someone.” You finally meet his gaze, and you resist the urge to sink down into your seat at the clear disapproval in his eyes. “All I did was—”

“Break into the Opera Epiclese and destroy government property.”

“That’s such a trumped-up charge!” You huff and roughly cross your arms over your chest, eyes narrowing as you think back on the charges that had been slapped down onto you by that damned archon. “You trip in the dark and accidentally fall into the oratrice and all of a sudden you’re a criminal. Hmph!”

“Yeah, exactly. It also doesn’t help that you broke in—”

“—I left my bracelet in there after the trial! Was I just supposed to leave it behind and potentially lose it forever? The condition of the lost and found in that place is downright terrible—the guards pocket all the good stuff.”

“You could have bought another one.”

“Not like this one.” You look down to the gray bracelet encircling your wrist, and a warmth spreads in your chest as you gently twist it around, finger rubbing over the messily written engraving on the inside of it. “This was a gift.”

“Hardly.” He sighs, and your eyes flick up to watch as he runs his hands through his already messy hair. “It’s just scrap metal I bent up and welded because I couldn’t buy you proper jewelry back when I was a prisoner.” It’s his turn to look at the bracelet.

“You were so creative back then.” You smile a bit wider. “I remember you used to have something new made every time I came to visit you. What was that one thing you made? The one that we painted together?”

“The ballerina music box.” He groaned, looking a bit embarrassed, and you snapped your fingers.

“The ballerina music box!” The ballerina was a bit oddly shaped, and the box had sharp corners on one side and rounded on the other, and the song the box played was distorted and sounded more creepy than relaxing due to some disfigured cogs, but you loved it nonetheless, and had even sobbed in thanks when he had first presented the gift to you. “I love that little box.”

“It looks like a child made it.”

“A child in the throes of eleazar, yes,” you nod, and his mouth opens a bit in surprise before he huffs out a laugh. “But I still love it… because you made it.” You give him a sweet smile, and you can see him soften up before your very own eyes; broad shoulders losing that rigidness, lids lowering, crease between his dark, thick brows disappearing.

“You’re tryin’ to butter me up.”

“Mhm,” you nod. “Is it working?”

“Not at all, jailbird.” He gives you a smile of his own, and despite the clear sarcasm in it, you can’t help the little flutter your heart does at the sight. “No special treatment for you.” So he says, yet he had placed a cup of tea down for you the moment you were brought to his office, and had even tried to inconspicuously nudge the basket of cookies in your direction, pretending not to notice when you reached for one. “Spouse or not.”

“What a mean man.” You slouch down in your seat. “I treasure the gifts that my lovely, amazing, strong, handsome, and so so so incredibly smart husband gives me and what do I get in return? A criminal record and unfair treatment! I’m suing the entire nation the moment I’m free!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waves his hand in the air as if fanning away the conversation, and now it’s your turn to huff. “For the few days that you’re here, you’ll be working directly with me in exchange for coupons.” He takes a slow sip of his tea, adams apple bobbing as he swallows, before gently setting the cup back down onto its small plate. “I’ll make your first job real easy to get you in the swing of things.”

“How kind of you.”

He just barely contains an amused smile. “Very. Now…” He shifts in his seat. “Give me a kiss.”

“I’m married, Your Grace.”

“I’m sure your husband won’t mind. Kiss. Now.” He taps a finger against his lips, and after a moment you stand up and round his desk, hands finding his shoulders as you bend at the waist so your noses brush.

“My husband is a very good fighter, by the way. When he finds out you twisted his spouses’s arm like this, he’ll pummel you.”

“I can handle him.” A hand snags you by the waist, forcing you down into his lap, and you only have time to let out a quiet yelp before Wriothesley’s lips are on yours. The kiss is slow, sensual, and it brings a warmth to your cheeks and covers you with a bashful cloak when he pulls back to let his eyes roam over your face. “I’ve gotta say… your husband is a real lucky guy to snatch up someone as cute as you.”

“Hmph. Seems like you’re trying to butter me up now.”

“Is it working?” He presses his face into your neck, his lips pulling into a smile against your skin, and you have to fight back one of your own.

“Not at all, jailbird.”