#lullaby russian song

[deprivedmusicaljunkie]

women only go on spotify for one thing and one thing only. and that thing is the third verse of almost (sweet music)

[darkdragon768]

You ever just had a song you've heard multiple times a day when you were younger/ages ago but can't remember it now?

Well this was me but I just coincidentally rediscovered it and I'm in HEAVEN.

[pettybourgeoiz]

✰Bourgeoiz Music Discovery✰

[nakedmusicscore]

A Jewish family named Karnofsky, who immigrated from Lithuania to the United States, took pity on the 7-year-old boy and brought him to their home.

There he stayed and spent the night in this Jewish family home, where for the first time in his life he was treated with kindness and tenderness.

When he went to bed, Mrs. Karnofski sang him Russian lullabies, which he sang with her.

Later he learned to sing and play several Russian and Jewish songs.

Over time, this boy became the adopted son of this family.

Mr. Karnofsky gave him money to buy his first musical instrument, as was the custom in Jewish families.

Later, when he became a professional musician and composer, he used these Jewish melodies in compositions such as St. James's Hospital and Go Down Moses.

The little boy grew up and wrote a book about this Jewish family, who adopted him in 1907.

In memory of this family and until the end of his life, he wore the Star of David and said that in this family he learned "how to live a real life and self-determination."

This little boy's name was Louis Armstrong. This little boy was called Louis “Satchmo” Armstrong. Louis Armstrong proudly spoke fluent Yiddish and “Satchmo” is Yiddish for “big cheeks, a nickname some say was given to him by Mrs. Karnofsky!

[kaleldobrev]

Memories Are All I Have

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x F. Supe!Reader

Summary: You’re all Ben thinks about while he’s in Russia

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Cursing (6x), Mentions of torture (but nothing insanely graphic in description), Fluff (Ben just deeply loves reader & misses her)

Authors Note: Flashbacks are in italics | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

He found you washing dishes, wearing nothing but your forest green silk robe that he had gotten you for your birthday last year. Forest green specifically so you knew that he was the one that had gotten it for you (since that was his color). You were barefoot like always, humming 'Almost Like Being in Love' by Sinatra; the same song your mother would hum to you as a lullaby when you were a child. "You comin' to talk to me or are you just gonna stand there?" You asked him; not looking away from what you were doing.

"Hate when you do that," he chuckled, making his way toward you.

"You can blame Vought for that," you said, letting out half a laugh as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "And to be fair, you do the exact same thing to me." His chin rested on your shoulder, and your hands rested on his hands; your body slightly leaning into him as the two of you swayed a little.

Half knocked out, Ben could vaguely hear the Ivan's talking; going on about what experiments they were going to be doing on him today. Ben couldn't really speak Russian, or understand most of it; but he had been here long enough to know what certain words or phrases had meant when it came to him getting experimented on.

You were sitting on the counter, his hands on either side of you; essentially trapping you. Your legs were slightly wrapped around his waist lazily, along with your arms around his neck. He was simply just staring into your eyes; and this was the first time he had noticed small little specks of various color within them that were about a shade or two lighter than your actual color — it amazed him that he had never noticed this about you or your eyes before. "I love you," he told you, his voice slightly low. He caressed your cheek a little with his thumb as he searched for your reaction.

That's when you smiled at him. A smile that he's seen from you so many times before — one that was a genuine look of pure, unadulterated happiness. It was the kind of smile that he had wanted to just stare at and admire for the rest of his life. "I love you too," you replied back. You leaned in just then; your foreheads touching.

Ben heard the door start to open; but he was too drugged up to really respond to what was happening. He was so used to this song and dance at this point, as he's been through it all. He's drunk bleach, sulfuric acid cocktails, had AK's shot into his mouth, and torched with fire.

Ben had his eyes closed, but he knew that you were staring at him; it was just something that you did whenever the two of you were lying in bed together. He didn't mind of course, as he often found himself staring at you too when he thought that you weren't looking. "You're staring," he said, a small smirk on his lips.

"I call it admiring," you stated, your fingers tilting his chin up so he could face you more. As soon as you did that, he opened his eyes to look at you; admiring that soft smile you so often gave him. "Now you're the one staring."

"It's called admiring," he grinned.

"Smartass," you replied, leaning in, cupping his face and gently kissing him.

Ben was on the cold metal table now, strapped in like he normally was; still slightly out of it due to the Novichok. He could barely understand what they were planning on doing to him today; but the words that he could make out (as he had heard them plenty of times in this context) was gasoline and matches.

Ben was in the gym, punching away at a punching bag, attempting to get his aggression out. Today was one of the worst days he's had in a while, and all he wanted to do right now was curl up in bed with you after he fucked your brains out against the tile of the shower wall; but you were no where to be found.

He usually had a pretty good idea about where you could be, but for some reason you weren't in your usual places. But that's when he heard it; heard the pitter patter of your feet running down the hallway towards the gym, trying your best not to slide on the slick marble floors.

With one final punch, the door to the gym swung open, and he knew that it could only be you. But without fail, you did what you normally did in order to try and surprise him and placed your little hands over his eyes, promptly covering them. "Guess who!" You exclaimed.

"Noir," he smirked, and you laughed, removing your hands. God he fucking loved the way you laughed.

"You're very good," you replied, and he turned to face you, looking slightly down at you.

"Where were you today?" He asked. "I couldn't fucking find you anywhere," you frowned slightly, and he hated more than anything whenever you frowned — especially when he was the cause of it. "Don't frown Sugar," he said, tilting your chin up. "You're far too pretty to be doing that." Your frown instantly became a soft smile. "There she is," he grinned.

Today was one of the worst days as they bathed him in gasoline and lit him repeatedly with matches. The first couple of times, Ben held in the pain and simply just gritted his teeth as he didn't want to give these fuckers the satisfaction that they were actually causing him immense pain. But after about the sixth or eighth time (he couldn't remember), he actually let out a groan as he just couldn't hold in the pain any longer.

After he let out that groan; the Ivan's must of been satisfied, as all he could hear was the sounds of them laughing, laughing as if they were at some comedy show; and for the first time in Ben's life, his stomach actually felt like it was in knots — that was how disgusted he was.

"So, I met with my agent and Legend today," you said, starting to trace small circles on his bare chest. "And guess what?"

"What?" He asked, cocking a brow.

"You know the show Solid Gold right?" You asked him.

"Of course I do. It's your favorite fucking show," he said. "What about it?"

"Well...they're going to be doing a special episode coming up featuring Kim Carnes, the Oak Ridge Boys, Wayland Flowers and Madame, and they want us on the show too!" You exclaimed, smiling wide.

"Why wasn't I invited to this little meeting if they want me too?" He questioned.

"Because they know you'll agree to anything as long as I bring it up to you," you said, flashing that charming smile you always did whenever you were trying to butter him up to get something you wanted. Repeatedly he would tell himself that he wouldn't fall for it, wouldn't give in; but he always did without fail, as he found himself never being able to say no to you — he loved you too fucking much.

He sighed. "When do we film?"

You bit your bottom lip, almost as if you were afraid to give him the answer. "Friday," you mumbled. Today was Wednesday.

Memories of the two of you were one of the only things that had kept Ben going besides dreaming of the day when you would rescue him from this awful place. But if he was being honest, the longer he was here, the more he was starting to question if you were ever going to come and rescue him. Were you even looking for him? A question that started to enter his mind more and more lately; a question that he hated came to mind. But he had to hope that deep down that you were actually looking for him and have been for the past unknown amount of years because you had loved him just as much as he had loved you.

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[chuunai]

Hi hi! Would love to participate in your event if that’s cool

I was wondering if we could hav a Fyodor with scenario 2 and prompt 14

Idk if you want more details but I discovered your blog and I kinda got baby fever too sooooooo

Fire away friend

I’m sorry for making you sick : (

✧˚ · . my days are yours, yours - fyodor dostoevsky

how can a baby control his heart?

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, established relationship (marriage with reader), babies, babies and babies, SFW → minor mentions of death and overall fyodor trying to be a daddy while juggling killing the entire world. Spoilers for the last episode of BSD season five and the latest chapters of the manga.

Lord, she looked so much like him.

Rounded purple eyes and thick strands of black hair, she was his copy. Of course, genetically speaking, she was half his. And half yours. But Fyodor had a greater influence on your baby daughter. A squirming seven month old named Avdotya Fyodorovna Dostoevskya. Ironic, wasn’t it? That his child’s name meant good while he was evil?

It made sense, though. Yin and yang.

Putting down his pen, Fyodor looked over at the small makeshift crib that was next to his desk. In it was the sleeping Avdotya—Dunya, for short—wrapped up in cozy blankets and stuffed animals.

He’d worked enough for today.

Carefully picking up the newborn, his pale anemic hands cradled her, supporting her head as he held her to his chest. His heart sped up a bit when Dunya stirred a bit, but she ultimately didn’t wake up. She looked so calm and content in the moment. Fyodor shared the same feelings. Besides awe, of course.

For all of his planning and manipulation, he had never planned for a baby.

Sure, you were his wife, but he’d always use protection. An infant wouldn’t work with his current dangerous plans. Yet he somehow managed to knock you up. A completely unplanned variable in his plans. Yet it seemed so right. As a man of god, Fyodor couldn’t deny the blessing that God gave him.

His study door soon freaked open by your arrival as you quietly walked behind him, arms sliding around his neck in a tired way as your cheek pressed against the fluffy material of his ushanka.

“She’s doing okay?”

As if his little angel would ever be harmed.

“Of course, дорогой.”

He replied in an equally hushed tone. He turned his head slightly to the left, placing a gentle peck on your arm affectionately. For someone who regularly manipulated people who trusted him (albeit in a scared way), he could never find himself using you or his newfound family for his plans. God would disapprove of a man who hurt his family.

“You should rest. I’ll watch over her.”

It was only fair.

You had been watching Dunya constantly—babysitters and nannies couldn’t be hired due to his prolific crime record—while he was gone setting up his plans and relations. Fyodor had seen you cry over the stress multiple times. Each time he reassured you all would be better in due time. And it would be. When all the sinners of the world were gone, angels like you and Avdotya would be safe.

In the meantime though, he’d make you as happy as he could.

Feeling a gentle kiss on his cheek, Fyodor faintly smiled as you left for some much needed relaxation and sleep. Tucking his baby’s hair behind her tiny ears, he hummed a small lullaby.

He remembered that as a child his mother would sing some to him. It was one of the few comforting memories he had.

And his Avdotya should have the same experience.

Reaching the second verse of the lullaby, his deep voice quietly filled the room. He slowly rocked his baby, warmth flooding through his usually cold body. A peck on her perfect head.

He’d have to teach you these sorts of lullabies and cradle songs. While you knew a bit of Russian—limited to affectionate nicknames and general greetings—, you could do better. Perhaps you two could study together when Avdotya would nap. Him struggling with kanji, and you resting your head on his shoulder as you stared at Russian characters and committed them to memory.

Fyodor relaxed back into his chair, content with the familial moment.

The finale soon came.

He sat there for minutes afterwards, just taking in the sight of the life he created. Dazai was wrong. Fyodor was no demon, no, he was a god. He had created life, and so had God. And while others may point out the billions of other parents in the world, he’d merely dismiss their claims. They had birthed normal children.

Not an angel like his Dunya.

Could other children have such awe-inspiring eyes? Or the affinity she had for music just like her father—how she babbled and cooed in your lap while he played cello for the two of you. He knew she’d grow up to be something great like him. A firstborn always took after their father, in his opinion.

Standing up with little Avdotya in his arms, he walked to the nursery, passing by your shared bedroom where you were sleeping by now. Creaking open the door, he carefully navigated the dark room, lowering his daughter into her crib before carefully covering her with a warm blanket and her favorite stuffed toy.

A fuzzy penguin gifted by Sigma.

A lot of the nursery’s decorations were bought by Fyodor, but there were a few given by his fellow DOA members. Sadly, a majority of Nikolai’s gifts had to be scrapped. Dunya couldn’t use clown makeup or the miniature cherry bombs. A pity, really.

Fatherhood suited Fyodor rather well.

Flicking on a small nightlight, he soon left after a goodbye to his daughter. His footsteps pattered on the wooden floor, making his way to your bedroom to finally sleep off the day’s events.

Once again, the door slowly creaked open as he walked in. He already had his pajamas on—a baggy long black shirt and some black pants—, sliding into bed next to you as one hand found itself on your stomach, the other already playing with your hair. Fyodor admired your body. It grew his angel, and now it nourished her.

While you were adamant that you looked worse after birth, he could only say the opposite. All of the Renaissance paintings and sculptures had been wrong in their depictions of goddesses and heavenly figures. He could only see you as a true goddess who fell for a sinner like him.

Would such a goddess permit him to have another child with her?

Fyodor had grown up in a small family back in St. Petersburg. Just him and his mother. His father had left him long ago.

He didn’t want Avdotya to feel the same. Lonely.

Siblings would prevent that. Maybe two? Even three, if you felt up for it. He hadn’t said anything about it since you were still recovering and getting used to being a mother just to one child, but he oh so badly wanted a bigger family. More look a-likes of him and you.

“My goddess.”

His lips nuzzled against your hair, murmuring sweet affections and praise. Even he couldn’t have predicted such a thing like this. A wife. A daughter. A family of his own.

And even when weeks later he was stuck in Meursault with four other men playing Nikolai’s twisted game of escape, he thought about you. The plan would work, and he’d see you again after he faked his death. Sure, it might take weeks or months, but he’d come back. He’d made sure of it—having thought of the betrayal of his subordinates a while ago.

And when Dazai would later tug his severed arm out of the helicopter’s crash site, it wouldn’t have a ring on the ring finger.

That ring would be snugly set on his other hand.

They could take his body, his wealth, his intelligence.

But they couldn’t take him away from you and the vow you two had made. Until death do you part.

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts, @xxcandlelightxx

Help this took so long

[celaenaeiln]

been listening to a good amount of hozier lately and i’m just fixated on these lines from “Almost (Sweet Music)”

I'm almost me again. She's almost you

AND

I got some colour back, she thinks so, too

I laugh like me again, she laughs like you

and i can’t help but associate it with robin!dick and batman. what do you think. i can’t stop thinking.

oh my god.

THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!!

Also this part! -

"I came in from the outside Burned out from a joy ride She likes to roll here in my Ashes anyway"

This is literally Batman!! Coming back from breaking down after 3 years of fighting crime only to come face to face with Dick Grayson who grins brightly at him, tells him everything is okay, and cheers him up as if he wasn't covered in the blood of his enemies and hatred of himself. Bruce could be in the worst state ever and Dick would still love him for who he is because Dick's love for him is unconditional.

"I wouldn't know where to start Sweet music playing in the dark Be still, my foolish heart Don't ruin this on me"

Bruce fighting with himself that this isn't just a passing thing but he can't resist the happiness but he's also scared and loves Dick. It's about him opening up his windows and slowly breaking down his defenses in the face of Dick's continued persistence and pure positivity and warmth.

"Let's get lost and let the good times roll Let smoke rings from this paper doll Blow sweet and thick 'til every thought of it Don't mean a thing"

THIS IS CLASSIC GOLDEN AGE BRUCE AND DICK. During Golden Age, Bruce and Robin Dick literally were just living life for the thrill of it. They fought dinosaurs, met Leonardo Divinci, gasped at famous actresses, played pirates with Blackbeard - it was The Golden Age. The first line of the stanza is a callback to that. Of Bruce simply enjoying himself. Out with the bad, in with the good was their motto. Even the second line - "Let smoke rings from this paper doll" - could be Bruce reminscing about that time because bruce used to smoke cigars. Which he contemplates those times about through "Blow sweet and thick 'til every thought of it". It's all enjoyment - none of the bad that happened means anything. All forgotten.

"The very thought of you, and am I blue? A love supreme, seems far removed I get along without you very well Some other nights

Lord, the radio newsreader chimes Reporting Russian lullabies She'll turn to me, awake and ask "Is everything alright?" And, Lord"

"She'll turn to me, awake and ask 'Is everything alright?'" THIS IS CANON. IM SOBBING WHY DOES THIS FIT SO WELL. NOT TO MENTION THAT DICK ALSO DOES SPEAK RUSSIAN SO THEM LISTENING TO RUSSIAN LULLABIES IN THE 1950S ON RADIOS WHILE THEY READ THE NEWSPAPER?!! THIS IS!!

Batman (1940) Issue #1

IS THIS NOT WHAT THIS SONG IS ABOUT?!

[running-with-the-feels]

I will be doing that Kenshi character analysis when I have more free time (life's been hectic lately), but until then, please take my headcanons:

Kenshi chews hard candies. This is apparently a genetic trait since Takeda does the same thing.

Frost's real name is Morya (pronounced mori-ya) and she's Russian and Kazakh.

Her hair was also originally black but turned white with age. Which is a common thing for cryomancers, the fact that Kuai Liang has any black hair at his big age is nothing short of a miracle.

Sonya is a kleptomaniac and was a chronic shoplifter in her early teen years (a habit that took months to break). Nothing big just some snack food but she still finds herself pocketing things she's not supposed to.

Liu Kang's favorite song is One Week by Barenaked Ladies. If he's being honest, it kinda reminds him of his relationship with Kung Lao. (I have so many Liu Kang headcanons it's unreal but I'm going to limit myself to one for this ask)

This one's long:

Bi Han, before being kidnapped by the Lin Kuei, wanted to be an opera singer. He wasn't good at singing to start out, but one of his mom's friends worked at an opera house and was happy to give him free lessons. After being initiated into the Lin Kuei he was banned from indulging in hobbies as they were seen as meaningless. But he continued to practice if he had time on solo missions. He saw it as his own act of freedom/rebellion.

Then Hanzo tore his head off. As Noob he didn't even get to try, since the whole mind control business. Sometimes he'd find himself unconsciously falling back into old habits leading to people being unnerved when Noob fucking Saibot started hitting notes high enough to crack glass at them like some kind of horror movie.

Even after getting his humanity restored, his vocal cords were permanently damaged and pushing his voice too hard results in coughing fits, soreness, and losing his voice for days at a time. And when he does sing, it's strained and sometimes hurts. But if Bi Han's anything it's stubborn so he continues to "build up his tolerance" as he calls it.

EEEEEEEEEE can't wait to see it and I love these

The first time Sonya sees Kenshi chew a hard candy she walks straight into a wall in horror. Cassie does the same when she catches Takeda doing it.

The only people allowed to call Frost Morya are Kuai Liang and Cassie. Kuai Liang only ever does it when she's ill or injured and though she'll never admit it she finds it very comforting, and Cassie calls her that whenever she wants to kiss her really bad (bc Frost always kisses her when she does)

Kuai Liang still has black hair that oddly shows no sign of greying, but his eyes tend to flicker between their normal brown and a terrifyingly bright blue whenever he has a strong emotion, a trait also common in cryomancers.

Johnny is actually Sonya's biggest supporter in breaking her habit of nicking things and is the only person she's ever met that hasn't judged her for it, which she appreciates

Kung Lao's fav song is all star by smash mouth and he's the one who introduced Liu Kang to most of the music that Liu Kang knows (pls tell me your Liu Kang hc if you get the chance, I Beg)

Bi-Han used to sing lullabies to Kuai Liang and Tomáš in the Lin Kuei and Enenra can still be founding humming the tunes along to himself after a hard battle.

Noob got a bit of a reputation as a siren in the Netherrealm bc if you heard him singing it meant you were already dead.

After they resurrected Bi-Han and he began living at the Lin Kuei temple with Kuai Liang, Hanzo eventually came to apologize for killing him, it didn't go well but Hanzo is trying to atone and Bi-Han is struggling to stay angry about it (especially when Kuai Liang wants them to get along so bad)

Hanzo found out about the damage to his vocal chords and sought out an edenian tea said to be able to aid in the healing of such wounds, gifting it to the shadow wielder as part of his apology.

Bi-Han will never admit it but it actually works and being able to sing without pain again, even if only for as long as the tea is in effect, is the first thing to make him really feel human again

[irekkai]

TRIUMVIRATE / ТРИУМВИРАТ

I've made a Pathologic 2 playlist dedicated to the intersections and the symmetries in the paths of the three healers. Every three songs are tied to a single in-game concept, entity or event: the first one always views it from the Bachelor's POV, the second - from the Haruspex', the third - from the Changeling's. Fair warning: it's a WIP and all the songs are in Russian. More details under the cut!

(Плейлист на второй Мор, посвященный пересечениям и симметриям в ветках трех целителей. На каждую общую для всех троих идею/событие/тему отводится по три песни: первая всегда с точки зрения Бакалавра, вторая - Гаруспика, третья - Самозванки. Все песни на русском, в основном рок и фолк. Буду рад вопросам и идеям. Подробности под катом.)

SPOTIFY // YOUTUBE

In English:

1. The scene The town: Кино - Звезда по имени Солнце Home: ДДТ - Родина The playground: Мельница - Гори, Москва!

2. Three healers The thanatologist: Борис Гребенщиков - Не Судьба The prodigal son: Умка и Броневик - Нет никакой другой The sister: Flёur - Формалин

3. The Bound The idealists: Nautilus Pompilius - Скованные одной цепью The street orphans: Кино - Дальше действовать будем мы The obedient: Монеточка - Русский ковчег

4. Curfew At the Broken Heart with the Stamatins: Борис Гребенщиков - На ржавом ветру At the Apple Basket with the gang: ДДТ - Уездный город At the Rod with the Saburovs: Кино - Спокойная ночь

5. Getting into character Asklēpiós: Мельница - Кащей The Ripper: Пикник - Только не плачь, палач The saint: Немного Нервно - Хороший человек идет на войну

6. Two hands clutch the head (Burakhovsky) Left hand: Гр. Полухутенко - Ария Right hand: Сплин - Романс The eyes: Flёur - Колыбельная для зла

7. The miracles The Polyhedron: Кукрыниксы - Хрустальный мир The earth: Мельница - Двери Тамерлана The answer: Ольга Арефьева и Ковчег - Дорога в рай

8. Two sides The utopia: Аффинаж - Ангел The future: Оргия Праведников - The catcher in the rye Salvation: Немного Нервно - Жанна

9. Parting of ways (Burakhovsky) To leave: Земфира - жди меня To stay and fight: Flёur - Кто-то To remember: Юта - Жили-были

10. At the Cathedral Nobody: Сплин - Выхода нет The Inquisitor: Сплин - Она была так прекрасна The General: Flёur - Мы никогда не умрем

11. Desperation The greatest deception: Борис Гребенщиков - Темный как ночь Any choice is right as long as it is predetermined: Гражданская оборона - Все идет по плану A lullaby for the darkest hour: Порнофильмы - Это пройдет

12.1. Nocturnal ending The townspeople: Борис Гребенщиков - Вечное Возвращение The Kin: Гражданская оборона - Долгая счастливая жизнь The plague: Оргия Праведников - Ничего нет прекраснее смерти

12.2. Diurnal ending Polyhedron's shards: Nautilus Pompilius - Я хочу быть с тобой Town on spilled blood: Ольга Арефьева и Ковчег - Никто не умер, никто не ожил A requiem for the miracles: ДДТ - Это все

Coda. All over again I'm staying: Гр. Полухутенко - После всего I'll remember: ДДТ - Новая жизнь I promise: Flёur - Сегодня

На русском:

1. Место действия Город: Кино - Звезда по имени Солнце Дом: ДДТ - Родина Песочница: Мельница - Гори, Москва!

2. Три целителя Танатолог: Борис Гребенщиков - Не Судьба Блудный сын: Умка и Броневик - Нет никакой другой Сестрица: Flёur - Формалин

3. Приближенные Идеалисты: Nautilus Pompilius - Скованные одной цепью Дети улиц: Кино - Дальше действовать будем мы Покорные: Монеточка - Русский ковчег

4. Комендантский час В Разбитом сердце со Стаматиными: Борис Гребенщиков - На ржавом ветру Возле Корзинки с друзьями: ДДТ - Уездный город В Стержне у Сабуровых: Кино - Спокойная ночь

5. Вхождение в роль Ἀσκληπιός: Мельница - Кащей Потрошитель: Пикник - Только не плачь, палач Святая: Немного нервно - Хороший человек идет на войну

6. Две руки ухватились за голову (Бурах/Данковский) Левая рука: Гр. Полухутенко - Ария Правая рука: Сплин - Романс Глаза: Flёur - Колыбельная для зла

7. Чудеса Многогранник: Кукрыниксы - Хрустальный мир Земля: ДДТ - Помнишь Ответ: Ольга Арефьева и Ковчег - Дорога в рай

8. Две стороны Утопия: Аффинаж - Ангел Будущее: Оргия Праведников - The catcher in the rye Спасение: Немного Нервно - Жанна

9. Пути расходятся (Бурах/Данковский) Уходить: Земфира - жди меня Оставаться и бороться: Flёur - Кто-то Помнить: Юта - Жили-были

10. В Соборе Никого: Сплин - Выхода нет Инквизитор: Сплин - Она была так прекрасна Генерал: Flёur - Мы никогда не умрем

11. Отчаяние Величайшая ложь: Борис Гребенщиков - Темный как ночь Предопределение делает любой выбор правильным: Гражданская оборона - Все идет по плану Колыбельная в самый страшный час: Порнофильмы - Это пройдет

12.1. Ночная концовка Горожане: Борис Гребенщиков - Вечное Возвращение Уклад: Гражданская оборона - Долгая счастливая жизнь Чума: Оргия Праведников - Ничего нет прекраснее смерти

12.2. Дневная концовка Осколки Многогранника: Nautilus Pompilius - Я хочу быть с тобой Город на крови: Ольга Арефьева и Ковчег - Никто не умер, никто не ожил Реквием по чудесам: ДДТ - Это все

Кода. Все сначала Я остаюсь: Гр. Полухутенко - После всего Я буду помнить: ДДТ - Новая жизнь Я обещаю: Flёur - Сегодня

[pinetreeshapedtriangle]

I have stranger things brainrot so have some fruity four headcanons (there’s a lot, so sorry)

- Steve’s parents made him learn piano, mostly as a show of wealth. They made him learn classical, but when he started teaching himself songs he liked, they stopped paying for lessons

- Wayne bought Eddie his first guitar (Wayne likes country or folk rock music, so that’s what Eddie learned to play in his early years)

- Robin collects rocks, if she’s out you can bet on her having at least 3 in her pockets at all times. She gifts them to people (Nancy keeps them all in a special Robin box)

- Nancy tells everyone her favourite book genre is mystery, it’s actually romance. She steals books from her mom

- Steve can sing, not insanely well, but good enough to surprise people. His parents never let him though, so he’s self conscious about it. But if he’s drunk enough he’ll sing along to his music

- to add onto the above head cannon, he’ll sing El lullaby’s if she isn’t feeling good

- Nancy gives Eddie hair care tips. She even takes him to get a perm in secret, he forgets he can’t get it wet and ruins it within 5 hours (she took pictures though, somehow Steve gets them all)

- Everyone borrows Nancy’s makeup. She pretends it bothers her, but she starts buying extra so there’s always enough (Steve uses lipgloss for the first time and Eddie snorts pop out his nose when he sees)

- Robin has bad sensory issues (canon) so Nancy finds her clothes that don’t irritate her, and gives her the idea to flip her socks inside out so the seams won’t bother her

- Robin loves listening to Nancy talk about her journalism stories. She always asks about them, and even suggests issues for Nancy to look into

- Nancy hates pickles. They’re not Robins favourite but sometimes she doesn’t mind them. Nancy gets so happy to finally have someone to take her pickles, Robin doesn’t have to heart to tell Nancy she’s getting sick of them

- Dustin gets Steve a mug with ‘best big brother’ written on it. Steve cries

- Eddie makes fun of Steve’s fancy hair care products. But he uses them once and they make his hair feel and look great, so he secretly buys the same products for home. He denies it vehemently

- after the Russian interrogation, getting high gives Steve panic attacks. He tried smoking with Eddie after Vecna, and Eddie held him through the panic attack. Eddie was extra careful with labeling his edible treats after that

- Nancy puts ads for Corroded Coffin concerts in any paper she works for, the crowds are always a little bigger after that

- Robin and Steve make corroded coffin shirt for the fruity four. They’re pretty horrible, but Eddie loves them. Asks for more for the rest of the band

- Eddie LOVES ketchup. Almost to a gross degree

- Robin and Eddie flirt very obnoxiously with each other in public. They think it’s hilarious

- Steve and Robin tell everyone they’re actually cousins just to get the dating rumours to stop. They swear Jason said ‘so what?’ after hearing this

- Eddie and Nancy start hanging out more, at first Nancy was helping him study but they actually got along great. Once Steve asked what they talk about and they both said ‘you’. They call themselves the ‘Steve’s type squad’ (they actually gush over a romance series they both read. Eddie would rather die than admit this)

[natsuki-bakery]

Can I ask you for cg Luther x lil nyon headcanons???

•Luther's calm and collected demeanor would make him a soothing presence for Nyon. He would provide a reassuring environment, helping Nyon feel safe

•Luther would play Russian children's songs and nursery rhymes during playtime.

•Care giver Luther would offer gentle reassurance and support, using his calm voice to soothe his little one when he's feeling anxious or overwhelmed. He would be patient and understanding, always ready to offer a comforting hug

•Understanding the importance of routine, Luther would create a structured daily schedule for Nyon, incorporating regular meal times, play times, and rest times. This predictability would help Nyon feel secure and cared for

•Luther would engage Nyon in various activities to keep him entertained and stimulated. Whether it's reading stories, playing games, or doing arts and crafts, he would make sure Nyon has plenty of fun and creative outlets

•Quiet Time : Recognizing the need for downtime, Luther would ensure Nyon has quiet time to relax and unwind. This could include listening to calming music, watching gentle shows, or simply cuddling up with a favorite blanket

•Care giver Luther would prioritize Nyon's nutrition, preparing healthy meals and snacks that are both delicious and nourishing

•Despite his reserved nature, Luther would show affection in subtle but meaningful ways. He would offer gentle pats on the head, reassuring smiles, and quiet words of encouragement, making Nyon feel loved and cherished

•"it's time to rest now, tiny. I'll be right here if you need me."

•Luther would establish comforting bedtime rituals to help Nyon wind down and prepare for sleep. This might include reading a bedtime story, tucking them in with their favorite stuffed animal, and ensuring he feels safe throughout the night

•Papa Luth would learn and sing traditional Russian lullabies to soothe Nyon before bedtime, creating a comforting and familiar atmosphere

•Luther would learn a few key Russian phrases to use with Nyon, especially comforting words and pet names like "малыш" (malysh, "little one") or "солнышко" (solnyshko, meaning "little sun)

•Nyon's Care giver would prepare the bath with care, making sure the water is the perfect temperature and gathering all of Nyon's favorite bath toys and bubbles

•Luther would make sure there are plenty of bubbles, blowing them gently or shaping them into silly forms to make Nyon giggle

•He might prepare a warm drink, like milk or chamomile tea, to help Nyon relax and feel sleepy

•Papa Luther would offer plenty of cuddles, holding Nyon close and gently rocking them if needed, providing a strong sense of comfort and safety

•"Whenever you feel scared, just remember I'm here with you, always."

•Luther might introduce safety rituals, like checking for "monsters" under the bed or ensuring the door is locked, to address specific fears and provide reassurance !

DNI: basic criteria, DSMP, vivziepop/h4zbin h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl, nsfw/k!nk, anti-agere, anti Christians blogs

[thatdeadaquarius]

Head empty just imagining showing sagau Childe this whole video and looking at his reaction.

PLEASE, THIS-

Omfg i didnt tell u guys but i actually downloaded Genshin purely for this bozo-

AND IT TOOK AT LEAST A YEAR BEFORE THEY RERAN HIM-

And i vowed as soon as they reran him I'd main him, I'd be a Childe Main™️

🤚😔I Know, I know.

BUT THEN BY THE TIME I GOT HIM I WAS SO ENTRENCHED IN BEING AN AETHER MAIN- I HAVEN EVEN ADDED HIM TO MY USUAL TEAM-

admittedly I have a hard time buffing up characters what with the domains being on certain days, hard bosses for me, etc.

No TW/Content Warnings.

SFW!

◇

I DIDN'T REALIZE HE HAD THAT MANY SONGS HE COVERED LMAO-

Bro childe would def be proud of the fact u heard his singing voice even in another dimension/world

The Harbingers will never hear the end of it.

"They like my voice! They heard it while in their power nap thing too!"

Liyueans will never hear the end of it.

"Did you know that the Grand Tsar themselves heard my voice singing before they even came here?"

Zhongli will never hear the end of it,

"Hey hey, xiansheng, did you hear-"

YOU won't even hear him shut up about it, youll probably regret tellin him 💀

"ваше святое величество, you heard ME singing while you were in your long sleep?! ...please excuse me I just remembered I meant to pen a letter to Teucer earlier-"

Ok but he lowkey was embarassed bc that person has his EXACT voice, but he never actually consented to sing to you-

So needless to say, you challenge him thst he's gotta change that now LMAO

Boy will DENNNYYY that he went a little pink at you saying that, but he deffo says smth like "Like a fight on the battlefield, there's a time and place for everything! Just wait my Tsar, I will show you that I'm the bes- that I'm a decent singer!"

LMAO HE'S SHY BUT HE'S USUALLY NOT SO HE'S OUTTA HIS ELEMENT

I could def see this cutie waits until u guys get a moment alone so the mood is right- i mean for him, he's only ever sang for his siblings lullabies-

So he just sings to you quietly, like speaking level volume, what songs he's familiar with, so he sings russian lullabies!!

Maybe this? Forgive me if it deesn't quite fit

And a few more modern songs in Liyue (not today's China obv), he's heard stuff like this:

But he only choose it bc it was peaceful like a lullaby he's not too sure of the meaning-

He really hopes that the initial excitement u showed when telling him about this holds as u both stroll along the harbor in the evening, as he clears his throat to sing...

♡

Safe Travels Nexy!

💀♒️

♡the beloveds♡

Sorry for all the short stuff lately my loves, I just like to answer short asks/non-content heavy asks first!

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk

Longer content coming soon! :)

[foresthouseowo]

Song: Zhenya Milkovsky - Lullaby ( Женя Мильковский - Колыбельная)

Wukong calms the little Mk by singing a song to him (you can listen to it on YouTube, it's in Russian)

Mk calms down only when Wukong lies down with him on a mountain of pillows and begins to sing. After all, he knows that it is safe now and his "dad" will not go anywhere.

Just an idea that came randomly, like:

what if Wukong took Mk to himself? Would tell him about his travels, bring him various books and toys, and when he grows up, he will start letting him into the city where the boy will find friends (Mei and Red Son, Sandy, Tang, Mo and Pigsy) and a job ( also Pigsy)

[thetravelingtyper]

a supreme love (Spitfire! GN! Reader x Simon 'Ghost' Riley) Spitfire Pt 5

The team enjoys some late-night baking, and fluff ensues...

Deeply inspired by Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier!

Warnings: None :D

Part 4, Masterlist

“I came in from the outside

Burnt out from the joy ride

She likes to roll here in my ashes anyway

Played from the bedside

Is "Stella By Starlight"

"That Was My Heart"...

The drums that start off "Night And Day"

Hozier’s voice slipped into the air full and sweet. The base was quiet in the morning as your discarded phone scattered reflected light. Cookies baked in the meticulously cleaned oven and you swayed under warm lights. The holidays had passed easily, and for the first time in the year, you and the rest of the 141 were home for uninterrupted months. There was other work to be done, assessments, training, and assorted intelligence updates. But no killing, no smoke, and no blood. You close a drawer with your hip and grimace. Well, some blood.

A flash in the hall and you flip around spinning under engulfing arms. There is a deep grunt and your surprise greeter is on the ground under your knees in an instant.

“Sweet Jesus” Soap grunts, face pressed into the tile. You huff a laugh and easily pull him up. He then spins on you and lifts you by your hips. His strong arms sweep you up with a startled laugh that jumps out into the calm night. A light turns on down the hall as he spins you around, you have to duck your head to avoid hitting a hanging light as he sways you then in a dance.

“I wouldn't know where to start

"Sweet Music" playing "In The Dark"

Be still "My Foolish Heart,"

Don't ruin this on me”

The song continues as a shadow stalks silently into the hallway, form lithe and ready to fight. Simon reaches the arch into the kitchen and the sight makes him pause. Your head is knocked back in light and soft laughter, his wedding ring hanging simply on your tanktop as you’re spun like a top by an equally giggly Scotsman. Soap has a deep love in his eyes and a loopy grin on his lips. He then catches Simon watching and sends a wink, Simon glares under his mask, the balaclava crumped with haste.

Johnny lowers you to the floor, and you, a little dizzy, wrap your arms around his neck. You both stood eye to eye easily and you pressed a fond kiss to his cheek. The Scot had been Simon’s best man and your adoptive brother for these few long years. He spins you and dips you as Simon finally enters. 

The song repeats, it appeared multiple times in this baking playlist, and in the early wee hours of the morning, Fate played her fond strings for the forest god. 

“"The Very Thought Of You" and "Am I Blue"?

"A Love Supreme" seems far removed

"I Get Along Without You Very Well," some other nights

The radio news reader chimes

Reporting "Russian Lullabies"

She'll turn to me awake and ask, Is everything "Alright"

As you dip you catch Simon's eyes and he pauses, Soap holds you a moment and pulls you back up to his chest in a bear hug as the timer goes off. Simon’s heart swells with the smell of cookies, the comfort of his teammate, and the love of his partner. He signs and the balaclava slips off. Scars reflect in the light as he shifts. He gives Soap his moment as he performs the proper military husband duty. 

Simon pulls out a ridiculous corgi oven glove and pulls your famous cookies out of the oven. The smell immediately bounds out of the confines of the kitchen and another light turns on the other end of the hall. You all hear footsteps and you laugh into Soap’s chest as Simon sets the trays down on the over to set.

Kyle enters in workout gear and looks around.

“Double Chocolate Chunk?”

Your voice is muffled against Soap’s chest, your reply is lost to the comfort of familiarity, your heart warm and fuzzy. Simon decides that your sleepy mumbles mean time is up and Soap whines as you are pulled from him into sleeveless arms. Your husband wore one of your largest shirts. It was over-sized to make you feel small and fun but it fit him perfectly. A rumble of satisfaction left him as he saw you realize this. Your hands pull into yourself and you tuck into him effortlessly.

Price enters, his kids debating.

“No, Hozier means Double Chocolate with homemade Sea Salt Caramel.”

Simon hums in confirmation, and a hand reaches for a hot cookie. Soap shoves it into his mouth and gives a sinful moan, your head shoots up in disgust.

“Keep it in your pants, Johnny.”

Gaz snorts and pulls the parchment paper off the pan and onto a cooling rack. 

“It helps the cookies set better” Gaz mutters as you speak aloud from Simon’s chest.

“We know Kid.”

Price grabs a slightly cooler cookie and slides out of the room, dad tax paid and accepted. Gaz follows suit, wrapping three deluxe cookies in a paper towel and following his Captain.

Soap slightly scalded on the tongue mumbles a goodnight and pecks your cheek before Simon lightly shoves his face away.

“Night Spitz, L.T.”

“Night Soapy.

“Go to bed, Johnny.”

“Aye.”

The lights in the hallway shut off leaving the kitchen alone under one lonely bulb. Hozier sweetens the moment, fate singing her due.

“I wouldn't know where to start

"Sweet Music" playing "In The Dark"

Be still "My Foolish Heart,"

Don't ruin this on me”

The song softens into silence as you call for your phone to pause the music. You give a yawn, stepping back to stretch. Simon’s arms loosen but linger at your waist as his face firmly regards you. You make to pull away to clean but he holds you in place. His eyes smolder in the low-lit silence, not a soul aware but you two in the center of this peaceful universe. Your eyes question him with a smile as you raise a brow, grin spreading, but his mouth remains a solid pondering line.

You stand a moment, the cookies cooling now, and you run a hand to his cheek. He leans into it, a solid wraith materialized with love and your heart melts at the movement. He seeks your warmth like a moth. You run your other hand down his stubbled chin to the base of his neck. Your wedding band sat silver on top of your shirt. Your love swelled and his eyes closed and his head dipped onto yours. You stood vigil with his heart as the night melted away with warm chocolate and caramel.

“I wouldn't know where to start

"Sweet Music" playing "In The Dark"

Be still "My Foolish Heart,"

Don't ruin this on me”

[hiswordsarekisses]

Did you know that “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” was written, not about the mythical Land of Oz, but the homeland of the Jews - Israel?

The lyrics were written by Yip Harburg, the youngest of four children born to Russian-Jewish immigrants. His real name was Isidore Hochberg, and he grew up in a Yiddish-speaking, Orthodox Jewish home in New York.

The song's music was written by Harold Arlen, also a cantor's son. His real name was Hyman Arluck, and his parents were from Lithuania.

Together, Hochberg and Arluck wrote "Somewhere Over the Rainbow," which was voted the 20th century's No. 1 song by the Recording Industry Association of America and the National Endowment for the Arts.

In writing it, the two men reached deep into their immigrant Jewish consciousness — framed by the pogroms of the past and the #Holocaust about to happen — and wrote an unforgettable melody set to near prophetic words.

"And the dreams that you dare to dream / Really do come true."

As we approach International #HolocaustRemembranceDay and we declare #WeRemember let us honor those that dreamed of "the land that they heard once in a lullaby," those that never saw the Promised Land, and those who rose from the ashes to make the dream a reality.

- Stuart Visnov

https://savethemusic.com/video/the-jewish-roots-of-somewhere-over-the-rainbow/

Snopes disagrees but Snopes is leftist bias: https://nypost.com/2022/02/16/snopes-latest-example-of-fact-checking-the-truth-away/