#next thing frankie cosmos

[poprocklyrics]

Your eyes reflect the greenish moon You move towards me and I love you

Outside With the Cuties, Frankie Cosmos

[cassmouse]

I FINALLY DID IT IVE GOT THE PLAYER AND THREE RECORDS I AM JOINING THE VINYL SQUAD

I've got Raye's 21st Century Blues, Olivia Dean's Messy, and Beabadoobee's This Is How Tomorrow Moves (of COURSE)

Wanted Arlo Parks' My Soft Machine desperately but it was Hella expensive in the shop for some reason so I'll get it second hand

EEEE RHIS IS SO SO SO EXCITING IVE WANTED TO DO THIS FOR SO LONG MY INNER MUSIC AND ALBUM FANATIC IS UNLEASHED

[bummblebe]

Adorable Too

TfP Bumblebee x Reader

Word Count: 1,783

Summary: You're all too infatuated with a certain yellow mech, much to his initial confusion to your change in attitude.

Song choices <3

> Fool - Frankie Cosmos

> Glue Song - Beabadoobee

You weren't sure how long exactly you had these feelings for, but after discovering them as of recent, they've never left your mind since.

You can only pray that your revelation of admiration to a specific scout hasn't resulted in any noticeable changes in your behavior. Once you came to the conclusion (after catching yourself shamelessly fawning over him in silence during a most recent mission), like a hopeless coward you did.. absolutely nothing about it. You considered limiting visits to the base to lessen the chances of making a fool of yourself, but that might've looked more suspicious if anything.

So, here you are, at the autobot base trying desperately too hard to push down the feelings and pretend that you didn't discover anything major about yourself in the past few days.

It was proving very difficult with Bumblebee standing right behind the designated human-sized couch you, Raf, and Miko were all sitting on, the other two competing against each other in some racing game and completely oblivious to your internal battle. Their game was the last thing you could pay attention to; his presence being right there had you feel like your back was on fire, any sitting position you readjusted to never felt comfortable enough for longer than ten seconds, a lingering sense of uncomfortable insecurity engulfed your every move as you couldn't help but constantly think of the possibility of him just perceiving you. Crazy to think that a couple days ago you never would've thought twice about minute things like where your hands should be resting, whether your hair was in the way or a mess, or both. What's the battle, the struggle, one might ask? It's being on a couch.

You've never had an issue sitting on a couch before--you would swear on it, ..right now just wasn't a great example of that.

After realizing that maybe your sitting is a little too rigid for what's meant to be and is a casual hangout between friends, you silently take a breath and slowly but surely start to lean back to meet with the comfortable plush of the couch.

Though, rather than being met with the couch, instead your back made contact with the scout's servos.

Instantly, as if a shock was sent throughout your body, you flinched forward in surprise, disconnecting the contact immediately. You noticed the spot on your back that unintentionally touched his hand felt the hottest, almost as if it were a burn; nothing bad, just in the sense of an overwhelming warmth. 

A whir in the tone of a question sounded from the scout behind you, and in quick thinking you tried to play off your unexpected reaction in a continued swing to hoist yourself up from the couch. Reaching your hands above your head, you gave out the pressure in your lower back in a satisfying stretch, not realizing the words he was saying.

"Uh- ..Sorry about that, Bee. Didn't mean to bump you," you spoke apologetically, turning your face so that he wouldn't just be looking at your back, but you couldn't get your eyes to leave the railing to properly make eye contact.

Bee responded with affirmative albeit hesitant beeps.

That seemed to have done the trick.

Without removing her eyes from the screen, Miko tilted her head towards you. "Where ya headed off to?"

Quick, come up with something.

"Oh, you know.. 'just going to go get something from.. from our pantry real quick yeah- you guys want me to get you anything while I'm there?"

"Nah, 'm good thanks," Miko uttered, clearly preoccupied.

Nailed it.

"Raf?" You queried next. Unlike Miko, Raf actually looked at you to answer your offer. "Oh, I'm alright [Name], thank you." You smiled and with that, turned to the descending ladder (and judging from the groan of frustration paired alongside an exclamation of victory from behind you, Raf's politeness appeared to be his detriment in-game). Just as you were about to turn your body to climb down, a few familiar beeps stopped you. Looking up, Bumblebee stood right in front of you, in front of the ladder, with his head tilt to the side.

The only words you were able to pick up on were '-want.. ... help you?'

Judging by his now outstretched metallic palm just below you, you filled in the rest that he just offered to take you to the bottom of the ladder himself. 'Do you want me to help you?' it was probably was.

This was nothing out of the ordinary, he's done this for you many times before. The problem came from you not knowing how to properly act anymore. Any other day you would've gladly accepted without thinking twice about it, and right now is mostly the same, except now you're thinking too much about it.

You nodded your head, “Oh sure, thanks Bee. I’d love for you to help me.” 

Bee, though with no visible mouth, gave a smile evident through his bright optics as he cooed a few excited chirps and beeps, you stepping off the platform and now in his clutches. 

You looked up, returning an innocent smile towards him.

Looks will forever be deceiving because internally you were in a panic.

Why did you say ‘love?’ You’d love for him to help you? How obvious can you be? You kept your eyes closed, not daring to look at him as you basked in your inner embarrassment.

You felt the small rush in your stomach as Bumblebee leisurely descended his hand down upon the lower ground as gently as he could. Stepping off, you shot Bee a thumbs up and quickly trodded off to the small room directly underneath the upper landing that you and your fellow humans deemed the 'pantry,' a place where you four kept a stash of snacks and drinks. It was the only remaining human-sized room (more like closet) that wasn't being used so why not make it a snack hole? Truly, it started with Miko keeping her snacks there 'temporarily' (as she swore) but it soon escalated to you, Jack, and occasionally Raf contributing to the snack haven; now the four of you have sustenance at your disposal whenever any of you visited the base.

Even with all that, upon entering you nearly forgot that you lied to get here so you could avoid an awkward situation and you were stumped on what to actually bring back.

...

"What's the matter Bee?"

The mech looked up to face Rafael, apparently during a game intermission as Miko was checking something on her flip phone. After hearing the question though, she looked up, all too interested. "Why're you asking? Did Bumblebee say something?" Raf only shook his head, "No it's not about anything he said I just thought he--..well--are you feeling down, Bee?" He redirected his attention back to the scout.

Bumblebee shook his helm, waving his servos in front of him. Beeps and churs left his chassis in a series pertaining to an explanation.

"What about [Name]..?"

Miko scrambled on her knees, fully on the couch as she faced the yellow bot with intrigue. "What's it Raf?" she questioned in ardor. "Bee's just a little worried about [Name]," Raf translated. Miko frowned, "How come? They seemed alright to me?"

A continued stream of robotic whirs and boops left Bee with different dips in tones natural of someone speaking, even if unconventionally.

"So? What's he saying?" Miko asked in loud, exaggerated whisper.

Raf, in response to Bee, tilted his head, "Different how?"

"Beep, beep zip. Zrr beep kr."

"Really? I guess that's a little weird.. Think they're feeling okay?"

Miko bounced in her spot on the couch impatiently, "Hello? Gonna fill me in yet?"

Raf gave an exhausted sigh. "Bee just noticed that [Name] seemed really dismissive of him today is all."

Miko rolled her eyes and whisked her body around, slumping in the couch and returning her attention back to her flip phone. "Eh, I wouldn't dwell."

"How are you so confident?" Raf asked, curious at how quick the girl just dismissed the concern.

Miko tilted her head towards him, "Come on, there's no way they hate Bee or anything."

At this, Bumblebee's optics swirled for a good few seconds. Realization hit when he gave a few worried beeps, looking away from the two other humans in disquiet. Raf was about to give comfort to the distressed mech. "In case they think you're annoying or something just be extra nice to them! That'll help," Miko advised wisely. Raf winced at her choice of wording. "I really don't think that's all too necessary.. especially considering-"

Bee was quick to intercept and hastily utter determined whirs and beeps in response.

Suddenly, you emerged from underneath the main platform, head peaking out after climbing the ladder, not having been paying any attention to the conversation that had just ended. You huffed yourself over the edge, arms hoisting towards the platform, still below the upper-ground level. In your hands was a pack of honey-graham crackers.

Honey --> ....bee..

Ah. You winced at the unintentional yet reaching similarity to who's been on your mind all day.

At least it wasn't that obvious. Hopefully.

A few beeps from behind you entered your ears and before you could even register what they meant, you were gently lifted off of the ladder and quickly placed fully on the grounding. You continued to stand there, snack still in your hand, as you slowly turned your head to face the yellow mech. "Thanks- thanks Bee but uh- uhm.. what was that for?" You cursed yourself for the stuttering, begging that your red face wasn't as noticeable as you're imagining it is to be.

He only responded with a few of those charming sound signals of his, optics spiraling as he did, to which you couldn't stop the smile creeping up to your face. From the sidelines, Raf and Miko exchanged unknowing glances, the first shrugging his shoulders in uncertainty towards the other.

You shook your head and swiftly returned to your spot on the couch. You sighed. "Adorable..," giving the quietest of mutters as it was drowned out by your expertly timed opening of your retrieved snack.

Or so you thought.

Bee's optics gave a spin, the teal lights from his eyes dilating.

After a few seconds of shocked silence, he chirped out six excited beeps, and Raf nearly stumbled in the resumed video game (much to his dismay and probably to Miko's pleasure.

You also nearly choked mid-chewing, face growing hotter as your heartbeat intercepted within your eardrum.

The only words you were able to pick up from him were 'adorable too.'

End Notes: Fact about this one-shot: When the reader accidentally bumped Bee on the couch, his hand was actually purposefully reaching for their hair to try to help pushing it aside because he wanted the reader to be comfortable after he noticed they kept shifting so much. I think it's sweet!

[lalilacana]

thank you @loveryoushouldvecomeover-mp3 for the tag cutie!!!! <33

☆ ten fav albums:

the rise and fall of ziggy stardust/david bowie - fetch the bolt cutters/fiona apple - the land is inhospitable and so are we/mitski - bury me at make out creek/mitski - singular act 1/sabrina carpenter- next thing/frankie cosmos - only cry in the rain/chuu - windswept adan/ichiko aoba - patched up/beabadoobie - lonely in gorgeous/tommy february6

tags!! @bella-but-not-hadid444 @shytravelerstrawberry @iloveyoutothestarsandback & whoever wants xx

[thebirdscomeback]

getting to know me tag, tagged by the best ever @lizziemothman <3

last song: fool by frankie cosmos

last film: bottoms

last book: to the lighthouse - meant to read many years ago and finally got there

last tv show: technically it was come dine with me lol, more substantially it was yellowjackets

sweet/savoury/spicy: the question is flawed to me but i suppose sweet

relationship status: largely unbothered

last thing you googled: the meaning of 'jones' as a verb (as ron and i teamworked today's connections).

looking forward to: i suppose graduating next week... not sure if looking forward is my main emotion abt it but it will be nice to have the paper!

current obsession: lowkey kinder buenos especially when i get them from a vending machine at uni. so perfect.

tagging: @jupiter-descending, @all-chickens-are-trans, @wolfhunter21 and @thearksangel if you would like :))

[spectromagic]

A Lord Huron secret santa fic for @ancientnames! Warnings for drug use & overdose, alluding to an abusive relationship, mentions of death, poor formatting & taking creative liberty with LH lyrics and lore for this. I loved getting to explore Frankie Lou & Lady Moonbeam - I hope you enjoy reading this!

War has always loomed in over her head. When her family sent her away to America, it was to escape it. Finding a path in America had been a war of its own, one where she never felt talented enough to rise up above Whispering Pines with her music. It had thrusted her right into the arms of a man who became her beginning as well as her end, and Frankie knew after her first taste of Vide Noir that there was never any turning back. She had once foolishly thought that he could win all the little battles and she could still win the war, but she had learned quickly that a man with that sharp of a tongue just oozed charm and was likely to win everything he set his sights on conquering.

Even her.

He had won her favor so easily the night they met when he had spoken to her in Khmer. She had been so excited to earn his favor and get a job in his club. Now that same place that once held so much promise now felt like a cage. There was no escape. Every night she would perform, only to wind up being strung out on Vide Noir and traveling the cosmos for the next eight to ten hours. Francine Lu is lost among the stars. All that's left is Frankie Lou and all of her heartbreak at not being able to go back to the night they met so she could prevent herself from making one mistake after another.

Day in and day out, she wore her heart on her microphone, belting out soulful tunes that would lure in all kinds of people who could never lay claim to her. Even after Zozo had decided she was no longer of use to him personally, he never let her go. He had gotten her hooked on the drugs she had helped push to others, he built his empire on her back and now her sweat and tears kept her the gatekeeper of his attention. If pretty young things came in looking to sing, they went through her. If foolish teenagers from area gangs decided they'd get in over their heads and try to get in on the lucrative Vide Noir business? They were supposed to go through her at the club. She was willing to do whatever it took to keep her supply steady and her place secure.

She was a shadow of the girl she had once been, and the love she thought she had once been able to earn was no longer an option to her. Frankie had been placed in the same level of the mythological figures Z'Oiseau was obsessed with. She was his own personal Janus, one foot in her past even as she looks to the future she can never have. Though sometimes she felt more like a Cerberus guarding his underworld and keeping all the poor souls who were hooked on his particular brand of astral darkness from escaping back to the world of the living. Being regulated to a liminal deity in a madman's personal canon of mythology was miserable, but at least she felt she controlled the transition from the unknown to the familiar.

And maybe that was why she kept her bond with Tarbell so strong. He was the only one who could see through all that bullshit and call it as it really was. Frankie Lou stood a chance of making it out of the war on her humanity as long as she clung hold of people who made her feel alive, as long as she kept familiarity close to her heart. That could explain her current fascination with a young woman who had started frequenting the club. Not to drink, not to dabble in Vide Noir. Lady Moonbeam was a businesswoman of sorts who spoke in fortunes and had a smile that rivaled the brightness of every star in the sky. Frankie could still remember the night they met, and wished every single day they could go back to it so she could relive it over and over again.

Being used was something she was used to, and she assumed that was all Moonbeam's frequent appearance in the club was. There were worse things than being used to get information. But the initial attempts to get information about Zozo out of her led to genuine conversations. And eventually trust was earned, and Frankie learned about Moonbeam's connections to an area gang called the World Enders. They were her friends, the younger woman insisted, and Frankie didn't care one bit about the conflict of interest. It was nice to have someone to talk to who genuinely saw and heard her, and even better to have someone who inspired her to find herself again.

Lady Moonbeam's appearances started as sporadic, never so frequent that anyone would recognize her. But oh, of course Frankie did. Those visits became more and more common, to the point where all she had to do was glance up in the chorus of Love Like Ghosts and she'd see that beautiful, familiar face watching her from the same seat every time. That comforting familiarity eventually ended in an invitation to her dressing room. That first visit had been simple and sweet, two women full of secrets attempting to navigate a growing attraction that neither of them fully understood how to make sense of.

It was during one of her sets where she was crooning The Night We Met and her eyes met Moonbeam's across the room that Frankie realized she was in deep. This wasn't just an innocent flirtation. This was something more, a genuine connection that had led to an intense attraction. That night, the visit to her dressing room ended in their first kiss. And oh, that first kiss had quickly escalated to so much more. It had been so funny that night how a knock on the door had led to them both scrambling to get their clothes and hurrying to make themselves look presentable before the club manager could come in to escort Frankie back for her nightly hit to keep her compliant.

Frankie had been with other women before. She wasn't new to being attracted to a pretty face. Moonbeam on the other hand, was newly out and just dipping her toes into experiencing intimacy with the same sex. In some ways, she knew that it was dangerous to get involved with someone when she was bound to be their first love. Not that she would ever admit it out loud, not even to Moonbeam herself. That secret would always be Frankie's to keep near and dear to her own heart, though it must have been so ridiculously obvious.

Tonight's set had been intentionally short, just to give them more time together in her dressing room. It was Moonbeam who suggested slipping away unnoticed, and although Frankie knew that wouldn't be truly possible she pretended that it would be just fine. After all, why would Z'Oiseau care that she had found someone? The relationship he had once had with her was long since over. He had discarded her and left her trapped in his club, a songbird he would never truly set free. Maybe sneaking out to Moonbeam's car to drive out to the docks and hide away in the backseat felt like an act of defiance. Frankie knew she'd go back, she couldn't leave the Vide Noir behind. No matter how much she wished she had never met her dealer, she knew she wasn't strong enough to give up the drug he supplied her with. She would walk through hell and back before she gave up the feeling of obliterating time and space.

"I want a part of you that no one can claim," Moonbeam whispered in her ear as they laid together in the back seat. Frankie's eyes watched the fogged windows as she tried to laugh off that request.

"I'm afraid that's just not possible." Teasing felt cheap, and Frankie wanted to do right by this woman. She was so fearless, so confident. She admired her bravery and her light, and wanted to kindle it so it stayed as bright as it could for as long as possible. Eventually she'd do something to dampen Moonbeam's warmth, but she hoped it wouldn't be tonight.

"You don't have to act like that. Like I'm one of the men that wants to use you."

Frankie dryly chuckled, knowing she had been called out. "Oh sweetling, you want me to give you something to feel you're not wasting your time. You want something that's going to cut straight to your heart, when you haven't even told me your real name."

And she supposed she could do that. After all, she hadn't shared her real name either. She had come to care for Moonbeam, and she wanted to have happiness even though she knew it would be short lived. Everything on Earth was fleeting, and if the balancer had it their way, she'd be gone sooner than later as punishment for everything she had done to put Vide Noir out on the streets and into the hands of innocent people.

"I want you to have this," she murmured thoughtfully, reaching into the top of her dress to pull out the ever present pendant she wears on a gold chain. Z'Oiseau had given it to her so long ago, back when he first charmed her. That emerald star had once felt like a promise of prosperity. Now she recognized it as a collar, a tether that kept her chained to him as soon as she accepted it and marked herself as belonging to him.

"The one from your album cover? But you've never taken this off."

That perceptive comment made Frankie smile sadly, and she quickly removed the necklace to place it in Moonbeam's hands. When it's just held there palm up, Frankie closes her lover's fingers around it to signal that it's hers now.

"And that's the part of me that no one else can claim. All my hopes and dreams are in there. It's my heart, you know. And now it's in your hands. I'm giving you my heart. Now if anything happens and we can't see one another any longer, you'll always know you have it. Come what may, in the end, you promise me you'll keep that safe."

Honestly, she felt naked without that necklace on. Her emerald star was her guiding light, something that helped her feel less lost when she was traversing the stars on Vide Noir. Without it, she may never find her way back. But she knew that would be what was best not only for Moonbeam and her safety now that they were close, but everyone else too. Anyone that tried to get close to her wound up missing. Frankie wasn't stupid enough to pretend she didn't know they were black brained and lost to the world. Just because no one had said something directly to her face didn't mean that word hadn't already gotten back that she had run off with someone.

The second Z'Oiseau knew she was a willing participant and had an interest in Moonbeam, she'd go missing too. It was for the best that she give her that necklace and put some distance there. She thought that even though it went unspoken, Moonbeam knew it too. As good as this was, as close as they had become, it couldn't continue. Not only was it unsafe, they were both aware Vide Noir had its claws in Frankie and she didn't want it to let her go.

She thought of that night often in her final days that turned into her last weeks. In order to put up a barrier between her and Moonbeam she found some handsome young man to be her very public paramour. Moonbeam's visits became less frequent, and Frankie noted with satisfaction that their last visit was strictly business. They talked about the World Enders and her friendship with Alex Redmayne, about clients that visited her fortune telling popup. Frankie listened with a sense of peace and contentment, knowing that she left the physical manifestation of her heart and soul in good hands.

It was three weeks later that she turned up dead in the back seat of a parked car alongside her new boyfriend, the newspaper claiming a drug overdose brought on by a whirlwind romance the cause. Vide Noir was never once mentioned, which anyone who knew Frankie could say was bullshit. It wasn't just drugs, it was a forceful overdose on the most addictive substance the world had ever known. The trouble with being black brained was parts of you lingered out in space despite the body being incompatible with existing in reality. Without having that touchstone of her emerald star, she remained lost and constantly floating. Lost in a black void for all eternity. Her song was a satellite, reaching out for anyone that was out there and might listen to her tears.

A few months after her death, Moonbeam was listening to Alive From Whispering Pines after a particularly long night. Tubbs Tarbell's familiar voice twanged through the radio, and she felt her heart clutch in her chest as he brought up Frankie Lou. It sunk right down to her feet as the next caller sounded an awful lot like Frankie herself. It was only after the caller's words really sunk in that Moonbeam realized there was no one else it could be. She almost turned off the radio after that, but morbid curiosity kept her dialed in. About fifteen minutes later, Moonbeam was draped across her couch clutching that emerald star necklace in her hands.

"Oh Tubbs, where am I?”

The unmistakable voice of Frankie was marred by static, and all Moonbeam could do was hold the necklace tighter.

"Is there anybody out there?"

Tubbs tried to answer, but it was obvious that he was shaken by what he was hearing. Moonbeam refused to admit it to herself, but she was too. It was like Frankie's soul was still out there in a cosmic void, unable to be at rest because she didn't have her emerald star to guide her.

"I'm alone in this place. Is there anybody out there?"

A tear slipped down Moonbeam's cheek, and she was quick to wipe it away. As the broadcast ended early with pure static and something that sounded like haunting sobbing, she turned off her radio and set out into the night. It was late, but there was something that needed to be done. There weren't many nice areas down by the docks. But right by where they had parked her car only a month before was a small strip of grass. She crouched down on it and used her bare hands to dig up what she could. Deeper and deeper she dug, like she was making a grave. The emerald star was deposited down inside and buried, and Moonbeam felt like she had done what she could to give Frankie's soul peace.

A week or two later, she'd learn that Frankie's supposed favorite necklace was auctioned off after her death. It was some huge, decorative thing. Flashy and prominent as she wore it on stage almost every night. It had been purchased by a buyer who put it right into a safety deposit box. It left her wondering if she had ever truly known Frankie at all. Months later, when Moonbeam felt like she was ready to dig it up, she went back to uncover the Emerald Star. Thankfully, it hadn't been found by anyone else. In all the time she had it, she never had really examined it up close. She took it home to clean it up, and in the process she realized it wasn't just a pendant. It was a locket with an emerald on the outside.

Inside were two pictures. On the left side, an old tattered image of what must have been Frankie as a child with her parents. On the right, an image of the two of them taken in the dressing room. The picture of them is removed and examined up close, and Moonbeam noted the words penned on the back.

"Francine S. Lu's last love," she whispered, and laughed as she realized how cruel the Balancer could be. She didn't believe in things like fate, didn't believe in the afterlife. But it still felt like her first love had sent her a message from beyond.

The phone rang seconds later, and she set the pendant and pictures aside to go pick it up. Anyone calling this late had something important to say. It was Alex, asking her to keep an eye out for his younger brother Johnnie. No one had seen him in days. He wouldn't come out and say it, but it was obvious he was worried. She knew she needed to drop what she was doing and head out to help him. A final glance was spared at what remained of Francine Lu, and Moonbeam felt a sense of peace as she realized the fight for having a piece of Frankie that no one else could lay claim to was a war she had already won.

[almostfoxglove]

ohhh i'm late to this! i am so so late to this! but if you're still looking for 'i wish you would write' prompts...

i wish you would write... heartache.

let's play for a minute on the shallow end of longing. that kind of bitter, faint feeling that swallows you up at the ankles, makes him walk a little slower than he meant to. it's fine, he thinks — he's fine. he knows himself, he knows his limits. sure, these things are heavy, but he's only dipped in the pool. stepping out, stepping up; both are simple. the ledge is right there. his mistakes are simple, and so is the solution. walk back, walk up.

he stumbles, then. blinks. looks down at his legs, and the water has crept up further, hasn't it? walking isn't so easy anymore. he can reach and touch the top of the pool, feel it swish around his fingertips. it's reminiscent of a lot of things; the crisp edge to the air that morning, when he left the window open a crack to even out the stuffy room's temperature. breathless, as if he dunked his head below, he sees it again. you're settled to his chest, then, and it makes his skin prickle to think about it; the memory of you, a shadow with fingers intertwined with his own. tug, tug...

further he goes. the water laps at his belly, and he feels his legs drag. eyes wide, throat stinging, he feels you. sees you. you're at the deeper end, and he draws and draws and draws closer—compelled. will you drown him? please? let him drown with you, your face is so peaceful, and he knows that if he brings his lips to yours you'll smile for him, and lean into him, and you will both float together to the top of the pool. to the apex of the ocean, to the infinite cosmos and shimmering under a thousand stars. he stumbles, but the water catches him; he scrapes his heels against the pool bottoms, and the waves cushion his clumsiness.

he reaches for you. you slip. he can feel the water moving to fill in the absence left behind, and he's gasping, gasping for air. for water. for the air pocket your fingers leave behind.

he misses you. he missed you. he missed that wisp of essence and misses your smile, and won't you just—?

he wakes. he's shivering.

he fell asleep listening to all the voicemails you left him, ignored. you were always there, you were always there, and then you weren't. now you aren't. he suffocates with the memory. he's clutching his phone. your old pleas filter through the speakers, and his lungs shiver, desperate and empty.

- with love (and apologies for definitely getting carried away and doing this wrong, whoops!) that one long and rambling anon.

sooooo... do you have super stealthy secret spy access to my MORE THAN LETTERS doc?? because... oh dear. I fear you might have read my mind :,) this next part has some frankie POV and some excerpts from letters that were never mailed and... *wipes tears* EVERYTHING IS FINE. nothing hurts at all not even a little. there is no heartache, except for the fact that there is. jesus christ.

but seriously, give me heartache every day of the week. especially this kind of vacuous, guilty ache where the man knooooows it was his fault and that he did it to himself. pleasseeee. gimme that self-hating man I CAN FIX HIMMMM (make him suffer greatly and yearn so bad he bursts an artery and/or possibly suffers cardiac arrest)

this was so beautiful, pal. thank you for sharing it <3 you have such a way with words. and I WILL DEFINITELY BE BRINGING YOU SOME HEARTACHE HOPEFULLY SOON!! ily pal <3 never apologize for rambling!! we yap in this house!! happily!!

✉️ I wish you would write...

[girlwhodoeskratom]

@manholetohell tagged me to list the first 10 songs on my spotify on repeat playlist thing, i already did this a couple nights ago, so i'm going to list the NEXT 10 songs on the playlist <3 thank uuuu! i wont tag anyone bc i already did before but if anyone wants to do it just say i tag u....

All You Ever Do Is Walk Away - Magnetic Fields

Mr. Watson - Cruel Youth

Sugarbaby - Morningwood

Is It Possible / Sleep Song - Frankie Cosmos

Give Me Back My Dreams - The 6ths, Sally Timms

God Made Me - The Sundays

Kiss Me Like You Mean it - Magnetic Fields

Hatefuck - Cruel Youth

Lindy-Lou - The 6ths, Miho Hatori

My Husband's Pied-a-Terre - Magnetic Fields

[catholickedd]

hello!!! um so i had an idea the other day. if you've read my pinned post you know that i'm an aspiring author, and i wanted to practice some short story writing just to get the hang of the setup-payoff cycles. so here's the idea i had - i'm going to write 94 short stories over the next couple of months. one inspired by each song on my spotify playlist. this is going to be the masterpost. here we go

amount completed: 3 of 94

wasteland, baby by hozier - here

autumn by wylder - here

velvet ring by big thief - here

thérèse by maya hawke -

sea, swallow me by cocteau twins -

paint by the paper kites -

sedona by sir chloe -

kyoto by phoebe bridgers -

strawberry blond by mitski -

bloom by the paper kites -

would that i by hozier -

swan upon leda by hozier -

in a week by hozier -

nfwmb by hozier -

fool by frankie cosmos -

evergreen by richy mitch & the coal miners -

candles by daughter -

september by sparky deathcap -

alrighty aphrodite by peach pit -

caroline by lowertown -

jaded by near tears -

poison tree by grouper -

haunt me (x 3) by teen suicide -

the way her hair falls by grouper -

the bug collector by haley heynderickx -

the perfect girl by mareux -

dark beach by pastel ghost -

faerie soiree by melanie martinez -

downtown by majical cloudz -

all your yeahs by beach house -

i don't know by whatever, dad -

gwan by rostam -

the loxian gate by enya -

ophelia by the lumineers -

eat your young (bekon's choral version) by hozier -

francesca by hozier -

no face by haley heynderickx -

rises the moon by liana flores -

washing machine heart by mitski -

all things end by hozier -

through me (the flood) by hozier -

nobody by hozier -

manta rays by chloe moriondo -

unknown / nth by hozier -

like real people do by hozier -

jackie and wilson by hozier -

from eden by hozier -

work song by hozier -

foreigner's god by hozier -

run by hozier -

shrike by hozier -

as it was by hozier -

sunlight by hozier -

dandelion wine by gregory alan isakov -

meet me in the woods by lord huron -

make your own kind of music by cass elliot -

where is my mind by pixies -

pool house by the backseat lovers -

mclean's baby boy by neighbor susan -

space song by beach house -

garden song by phoebe bridgers -

motion sickness by phoebe bridgers -

grandiose by pomme -

je sais pas danser by pomme -

better views by yellow house -

même robe qu'hier by pomme -

ghosting by mother mother -

lent by autoheart -

bron-yr-aur by led zeppelin -

adieu mon homme by pomme -

cause for concern by lovejoy -

willow by taylor swift -

feathered indians by tyler childers -

the last of the honeybees by sam burchfield -

de selby (part 2) by hozier -

the last thing on my mind by tom paxton -

the night we met by lord huron -

ends of the earth by lord huron -

the yawning grave by lord huron -

the moon doesn't mind by lord huron -

sex sells by lovejoy -

perfume by lovejoy -

maine by noah kahan -

white winter hymnal by fleet foxes -

anchor by novo amor -

pale blue eyes by the velvet underground -

i'll be your mirror by the velvet underground -

dinner and diatribes by hozier -

wildflower by beach house -

good old-fashioned lover boy by queen -

bright eyes by art garfunkel -

[soupy-girl]

i have cool about it brainrot bc that fic is my actual baby so here’s some songs that fit the vibe of it and line(s) from them that are especially fitting (vaguely spoiler-y but no context is given so not really)

1. Cool About It by boygenius

“I can walk you home and practice method acting/I’ll pretend being with you doesn’t feel like drowning”

2. Want Me by Baby Queen

“And I stay home 'cause all my friends are getting bored of me/I find a way to fit your name in every sentence that I speak”

3. Sappho by Frankie Cosmos

“and I'm sorry if I have been a real bad friend/your face too close to mine to hear you talk”

4. The Exit by Conan Gray

“Feels like we buried alive/Something that never died/So, God, it hurt when I found out”

5. You’re on your own, kid by Taylor swift

“I didn't choose this town/I dream of getting out/There's just one who could make me stay”

6. Not Strong Enough by boygenius

“I try, I can't stop staring at the ceiling fan and/Spinning out about things that haven't happened”

7. Fight or Flight by Conan Gray

“Well, fight or flight, I'd rather die/Than have to cry in front of you/Fight or flight, I'd rather lie/Than tell you I'm in love with you”

8. What Can I Do by Reneé Rapp

“'Cause I swear that you feel it, but then I second guess/I don't know if you see us how I do in my head”

9. Stick Season by Noah Kahan

“And I'll dream each night of some version of you/That I might not have, but I did not lose”

10. April by Beach Bunny

“I wanna be everything you wanted/But often, times I just get forgotten”

11. lacy by Olivia Rodrigo

“But it takes over my life/I see you everywhere/The sweetest torture one could bear”

12. the story of us by taylor swift

“So many things that I wish you knew/So many walls up I can't break through”

13. Nobody by Mitski

“And I know no one will save me/I'm just asking for a kiss/Give me one good movie kiss/And I'll be alright”

14. Sports by Beach Bunny

“Jesus Christ, you're so confusing/If we keep score/Bet my money that I'm losing”

15. I Do by Reneé Rapp

“We fall asleep on the couch, I refuse to move/'Cause it's the only time that I'm ever sleeping next to you”

[scary-ivy]

I love the album Next Thing by Frankie Cosmos like it's literally one of the greatest albums of the last 10 years. to me. The short and simple indie rock songs give it the feel of a classic late 50s early 60s album, but the clever and unexpected ways the songs play with the typical pop rock song formatting make it fresh and exciting. And the lyrics are great capturing a kind of chill optimism while also exploring breakups and relationships in a relatable way. It really is like a modern oldies album to me, and I think that's maybe why it's so slept on.

[parkerbombshell]

Addictions and Other Vices 945 – Colour Me Friday

Addictions and Other Vices Fridays 3pm-6pm EST Repeats Saturday 3pm EST and Sunday 8am EST  bombshellradio.com #NowPlaying #indie #rock #alternative #Synthpop #indierock #community #radio #BombshellRadio #DJ #AddictionsPodcast #NewMusic #ColourMeFriday #Radio247 New Indie finds, previews of Just Another Menace Sunday artists coming up this weekend into next week ala Dennis The Menace, and Alex Green of Stereo Embers The Podcast and Sandy Kaye of A Breath of Fresh Air. Discoveries from our social media followers and a few more surprises. Thanks to all the artists, labels and PR companies that submitted tracks this week. Fix Mix 945 #IndieRock #DreamPop #AlternativeRock #poprock     1. The Offspring - Ok, But This Is The Last Time 2. The Linda Lindas - Nothing Would Change 3. Cardinals - Get It 4. Dayglow - Mindless Creatures 5. Declan Welsh and The Decadent West - Inaction 6. Stereophonics - Have Wheels Will Travel 7. Coldplay - The Karate Kid 8. Spandau Ballet - True (2003 Remaster) 9. Spandau Ballet - Pleasure (2003 Remaster) 10. The Cure - A Fragile Thing 11. Cavetown, Frankie Cosmos - magic 8 ball 12. Blossoms - I Like Your Look 13. Capital Cities, Alex Rzyan - She Flows Like H20 14. Thomas Headon - Panic! 15. Bad Suns - Lovefool 16. Duran Duran - EVIL WOMAN 17. Mt. Joy - She Wants To Go Dancing 18. The Aces - The Magic 19. Fazerdaze - A Thousand Years 20. Pale Waves - Kiss Me Again 21. The Wombats - Sorry I'm Late, I Didn't Want To Come 22. Jackson 5 - I Want You Back 23. Jacksons - ABC 24. Jackson 5 - Never Can Say Goodbye 25. Maggie Rogers - In The Living Room 26. Peach Tree Rascals - Cigarettes 27. Marta Vega - Better Days 28. Wallice - Deadbeat 29. Sam Phillips - Where The Colors Don't Go 30. Sam Phillips - If I Could Write 31. The Velveteers - Go Fly Away 32. The Murder Capital - Can't Pretend To Know 33. Bastille - Blue Sky & The Painter 34. Suki Waterhouse - Model, Actress, Whatever       Read the full article

[scroofy-was-here]

YAYAYAY THABK YOU FOR THE TAG :DD <3

Next Thing ⇿ Frankie Cosmos

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and of course anyone else!! :]

sorry if I tagged anyone who already did this lol

EVERYONE GIMME AN ALBUM U REALLY LIKE AND PASS IT ON PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

I'll go first, 666 by Aphrodite's Child :)

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[areaon]

is it possible that I really miss you? New York feels so huge...

[soundsferal]

Outside with the cuties I don’t think the woods are too deep The grass covers the sand All the wood is damp Feeling very touched Cause my friends are in love

[dreamlandiasims]

And I know it's gonna be

A lovely day

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On the radio: Gooooood morning Strangers! The time is 9:45 am, and you’re listening to 101.7, KUFO, Strangerville’s one and only premier radio station. Enjoy some tunes as you sip your coffee, settle into your workday, or prepare for a strange and unusual adventure into the cosmos. First up is a classic we all know and love—this is Bill Withers’ Lovely Day.

Frankie: Huh? What—

Lori: Good morning, sunshine! How'd you sleep?

Frankie: Ugh. I miss my bed.

Lori: I made some coffee if you want some.

Frankie: No thanks. I just want to get the car and hit the road.

Lori: Well, I don't think it'll be ready right away. If there's anything significantly wrong with it he'll need the afternoon at least.

Lori: Why don't you take some time to explore the town today? I'll go to the garage and see about the car. I bet this town has a lot of interesting history.

Frankie: What if I just sit here and hate my life instead?

Lori: Sure, suit yourself.

...

Frankie: ... Mom?

Lori: You decided to leave the cave, I see.

Frankie: Yeah... the whole one channel TV thing wasn't very fun.

Lori: Well, I'm glad you're feeling up to some exploring... even wearing, um, where did you get that shirt?

Frankie: Um, it's Saf's?

Lori: Hm. Well... I'm not sure it suits you.

Frankie: Ookay, well, I'm wearing it.

Lori: It's just so short...

Frankie: Mom, it's fine.

Lori: Okay, forget I said anything. It's just—

Frankie: Walking away now, bye!

...

Frankie: Stupid fucking car... stupid fucking town... "It's so short" since when does she care?

In the distance: Curiooos! Get your curioooos!

Frankie: ... Now what?