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[wherethefairiesandgnomeslive]

[ We shall go on till the end

We shall fight on the seas and oceans

We shall defend our island

Whatever the cost may be

We shall never surrender ]

History recalls

How great the fall can be

While everybody's sleeping

The boat's put out to sea

Born on the wings of time

It seems the answers

Were so easy to find

Too late the prophets cry

The island's sinking

Let's take to the sky

- Fools Overture by Supertramp

[hellogoodbyegirl]

Roger Hodgson of Supertramp performing 'Bloody Well Right' in 1977

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

...evening music ...

... released 50 years ago today ...

[johnhelliwell]

Supertramp performs "Two Of Us" in Paris (1979)

[marsuro]

Songctober day 19: An Awful Thing To Waste (Supertramp)

Life is not as long as you think Open up your mind and you’ll see Don’t destroy yourself I implore you

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So I have this entire animatic in my head for this song lol

(Individual frames under the cut!)

[emvisual]

Uno de los mejores grupos británicos: Blur, al igual que en su día Supertramp con su Crisis, what crisis, se convierten en videntes del futuro con Modern life is rubbish,

via: @fabforgottennobility

[circusrockmag]

March 19, 1979: Supertramp released Breakfast In America.

In The Studio

🎙️ https://inthestudio.net/online-on-demand/supertramp-breakfast-in-america/ 📡

🎪

The original CIRCUS Magazine Official Website is👇

🖥️ https://www.circusrockmag.com/dynamic-library 📱

[clivechip]

Tuesday Tunes 145: More Countries

I mentioned last week that I had quite a few more songs up my sleeve that had the name of a country in their title, so I thought I’d play you a second set this week. You may notice a preponderance of one country among these: just the five out of eight! Kind of unavoidable, really, when you look at popular music as a whole. But at least it should ensure a good response from across the pond –…

[itsmyfriendisaac]

Into The Wild: a recent college graduate wanders off the grid & begins his climactic battle to kill the false being within. Emile Hirsch perfectly illustrates the innermost thoughts of Christopher Johnson McCandless, known to many on his Alaskan adventure as “Alexander Supertramp!”

[missfiggy]

Had a conversation with the BEST! BETA! EVER! today about fic, and the level of research I put into it.

Answer: Actually certifiable a bonkers amount.

In Ch 1 Of ASW: Sirius meeting Cyan? Location reference v specific to the store seminal to the punk movement.

Ch 2-3: Accurate description of a hike through Devonian landscape. Genuinely have could follow directions in the story, and recreate tarka's trail at the same pace that MWPP do.

Does this matter?

Absolutely not. But I'm a nutter for accuracy.

So please know, if you delve into the Deer Stalking series, there might be many canonical issues you disagree with. But I can guarantee no anachronisms.

[hellogoodbyegirl]

Roger Hodgson ♥

[frootyrooties]

Eric will always be my number one, but this guy holds a special place in my heart also 🤎 i mean just look at him, he’s a literal bear!! 🐻🧸 waahh he just makes me smile 😫🤎

[johnhelliwell]

John Helliwell of Supertramp performs "Dreamer" (Live in Paris 1979)

[jayden-killer]

STEVEN GRANT SAD HEADCANNONS.

A/N: Man, I love writing angst at past 11 pm. >:] even if it breaks my heart.

☆

• As we have seen in the TV show, people snob him way too much. Take for example Donna and J.B. He tries hard to have a social interaction with whoever he has next to him. Even Crawley! But I think that a part of him has surrended to the fact that people don't want him around. He feels like a burden, a fly. So he has learnt to limit himself by talking to Gus only (and Marc, after he discovered about him).

• He cries a lot, but like a lot, in his bed, hugging himself close to a pillow and imagining someone is comforting him. It's almost sure he's got mommy issues. He just wants to vent and to feel someone's warmth against him.

• I imagined this once: at one point, Marc told him that all those postcards were not sent by his mother, but written and sent by Marc himself. And Steven would just...sigh, and shrug his shoulders. He would have imagined that. Why would such a terrible mother keep sending him postcards? His mom wouldn't even loved him for who he was, If he had the chance to meet her in person (he kinda did, as a kid, to protect Marc, but her mother wouldn't know it was Steven).

• He keeps action figures of his childhood near his bed. Just to remind him it's okay to feel like a child sometimes.

• Part of his heart breaks when he's the one fronting and sees couples kissing, holding hands, etc. He can feel the cracking sound of it because he can't imagine having a relationship with another person. He would be too broken to be loved, so he looks away and fast walks.

• About that, he still likes romantic novels and romcoms. A part of him wishes to find a love like the one described in "Pride and Prejudice".

• Man once swore while cooking, and he burnt his hand on the fire. He kept cursing to himself, (not usually a thing Steven does), causing him to go into a full mental breakdown mode and also to make Marc front. Steven kept saying how useless he was, how he couldn't even manage to boil some pasta, etc. Marc took the lead so Steven could calm down and let him rest.

• About this headcanon, it revolves before the Moon Knight events: he is very insecure about his eye bags. He knows he has trouble sleeping, but his mind races with insecure thoughts. "Am I not handsome with these on?" He would say, looking into his mirror bathroom, circling his thumb under his eyes.

• Not a sad headcanon: for not a specific reason, I think his favourite song would be "The Logical Song" by Supertramp.

• As a kid, he was very clumsy. He would trip over everything and everyone, and mumble apologies even to things. "My bad, sorry, so sorry, oh gosh, I didn't mean to trip on you!" He would always feel this guilty feeling heaving on his chest. As an adult, he would still do that, not as often as he did as a kid.

[chronicdisasterwrites]

happiness looks good on you

pairing: toji fushiguro x reader (modern au)

genre + warnings: - FLUFF !! kinda nsfw? nothing explicit, but nsfw acts were mentioned and hinted at, some kissing and just Toji being literal sex on legs, basically gn! only reader is shorter than Toji.

word count: 962

summary: morning after with Toji ;) listen to t.swift’s “sweet nothing” for the ultimate experience.

enjoyyyy

It's warm. And bright. And so soft.

You slowly open your eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust your dozy eyes to the luminous rays flooding the room through the flowing translucent curtains. Cream-colored linen curtains flow with the soft breeze entering through the slightly ajar windows, creating shadows as they obstruct the light from the early morning sun. Your mouth is dry and your limbs tired. Memories of the previous night bring an unconscious smile to your face as you look around the empty room. Sitting up, you scratch your head, stretch like a cat and smell the sweet aroma of coffee, and hear the crisp sizzling of what you assume could be eggs. Falling back down on the bed, you wonder whether this is all a dream. But then you hear light humming coming from the kitchen, and the realization that this is real and not a dream is somehow overwhelming. The man you love singing a song you love, as he makes breakfast, hopefully fully naked save for the apron you bought him for his birthday last year, with you waking up wrapped in his bed sheets, your clothes in his drawers and strewn all over the floor, and pictures of your love on his fridge, his bedside table, his phone. 

Dragging your body upright, your feet hit the cold ground as the tepid breeze causes little prickles all across your exposed skin. Picking up his normal-sized (yet oversized for you) Supertramp t-shirt you wear it, breathing in the musky scent of his deodorant and shampoo, with the lingering scent of cigarettes and aftershave. Making your way to the bathroom, your eyes scan your face in the mirror. Disheveled hair, little love bites scattered all over your neck and collarbones, a rising blush on the apples of your cheeks as you think back on last night's shenanigans. Memories of touches flood back as you trace the marks on your body, remnants of kisses and whispers in the night. The feeling of his skin on yours, the coolness of his teeth on your pulse, the soft brush of his wispy hair on your forehead, then chest and navel. The feeling of his lips on yours as he holds your heart in the palm of his calloused hands. It all comes rushing back to you, like a flash wave rolling through your brain. Brushing your teeth and washing your face, you follow the humming to find its source.

Walking out from the bedroom you pad along barefoot to the kitchen and find him moving around, grabbing ingredients, chopping coriander leaves and flicking them in the frying pan, checking the waffles in the waffle iron, still humming that song. It's so domestic, you think. There's so much love crammed between these walls. So much love in your heart you think it might just explode. He is wearing that apron, albeit not fully naked, bare back on display and Calvin Klein boxers just below the little bow of the apron tied behind him. You smile as you walk close enough to wrap your arms around his waist and place a small kiss on his spine. He looks back and gives you a smirk. You lean up to kiss the scar on the corner of his lips. He turns the stove off as he places the spatula on the counter. Turning to you and placing both his large palms on either side of your face, he gives you a longer kiss, slow and sweet. His steely blue eyes lock onto yours and you feel so safe. 

“Hey there. Why're you up already, huh?”

You laugh and quirk an eyebrow looking at the omelet in the pan and the coffee just begging to be poured into your designated mugs, “What, you planning on eating all this yourself?”

Toji scoffs as he turns back around to reach his hands up to the cabinet to grab your large mug and his even larger mug. You watch his muscles flex and grin to yourself. 

“Nah, I just thought I'd surprise you with some breakfast in bed.”

He pours the coffee into both your mugs as he hands yours to you and keeps his one on the dining table. You take the first sip and hum in satisfaction as he starts plating the omelet and golden-brown waffles onto two distinctly patterned plates. Placing the two plates filled with delicious-looking, steaming food on the table he turns to you and takes the coffee cup from your hands. You frown as you watch him place it down on the table next to the food waiting to be eaten. He leans down and peppers kisses on your jaw, trailing down to your chin, then neck, then collarbone. 

“Y’know after last night, figured you'd need some extra lookin’ after.” You blush.

You trail your hands up his arms and hang them behind his neck, toying with his ebony hair that seems to have grown a bit longer than usual. You kiss his ear and rest your chin on his broad shoulder as his arms wrap themselves around your waist. One of his very busy hands finds its way underneath your his shirt and traces your spine. You exhale and bring one hand down his back to rest against his waist, “I mean, I could still go back.”

You feel him snicker against your neck as both his hands land on the back of your thighs; an unspoken signal to jump up. You do, and he holds you as you wrap your legs around his waist. He looks up at you and then at the untouched meal and back at you. With a devilish grin and a spark in his now stormy gray eyes, he starts making his way to the bedroom.

“The food can wait.”

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a/n: I LITERALLY FORGOT ABOUT MEGUMI WHILE WRITING THIS, just pretend he's at a sleepover or older or smth rip. this is so cringe i'm crying, i just felt like writing smth cute and domestic w toji

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