#tart songs

[eriksyoudumby]

finally the tart lore (Creatures? Mission Control? idk the title honestly)

@yuraslefttoe

The 'story' starts with Privateer, where Europa sings about someone getting picked for a space mission-- I originally assumed they were the one picked but NO!! It's Andrei!! Who I believe is their lover, and their relationship had a huge falling out because Europa saw him living orbit as a suicide mission.

Draw 5 is when the story picks up, where Andrei discovers alien life on the spaceship and tries to communicate with it, but can't because it exists on another wavelength. He chases it down until he realizes its been killing off other members of the crew, and then panics looking for an escape pod to get away from the deathtrap.

The next song would be Theory of I, where Andrei does successfully make it into the pod, but has no guarantied way to get back to Earth. "The last word out of my mouth seems to be Sorry" is a direct connection to Privateer, which is what clued me into the two being the couple that breaks up at the start. "Spinning out of your orbit as I fall into the surface" makes me think that Andrei knows that even if he did make it back to Earth, he would surely die in a crash landing. "(I know) The reason why it always fails at the worst of times" seems to imply space farers dying spontaneously is a recurring thing, and likely why Europa knew this would lead to his death. The most interesting line though:

Hey Ground, can you believe this? That there's nothing here but Demons?

The thing that attacked the ship is paranormal in nature, and knowing that he is going to die regardless, Andrei makes a pact with it-- shown by the glitched out hand. His goal in this is to carry his voice back to Earth, both to communicate the danger but also to attempt to reconnect with Europa since his guilt over what happens makes it impossible to let go. Literally becoming "Ghostly Static", his body is dead but his mind is carried through waves.

Oh and that Demon? It's Misha. Misha is not a human.

Kerosene is his perspective on the murder spree happening on either Andrei's ship, or just any of the ones that have come in contact with him over the years. While I've figured that part out, the lyrics themselves allude me... who is he singing to? When has he ever saved anyone? Is it in reference to Andrei becoming static? Overall I would say Misha is very much an Enigma...

SPEAKING OF!!! The song Enigma seems to be about Misha being stuck in a time loop, specifically that the song itself is a time loop because every time it replays everything starts all over again. He doesn't mind this though, he relishes in being able to exist for three minutes and then do it all over again because otherwise he would be dead. In fact, I think Enigma is more about establishing each song as its own time loop. Which is part of why when Kerosene happens doesn't really matter, just that its about Misha enacting violence against spacemen-- heck, each time you listen it could be another ship, another repeat of the same war crimes, where time and place doesn't matter.

And umm, honestly, I don't really know if Maya plays any big roles in all of this. She's just around, somewhere, having a good time killing people.

[pickl-o]

sooo,, ii15 am i right?

[frosteaart]

We rise and we fall and we break

And we make our mistakes

And if there's a reason I'm still alive

When everyone who loves me has died

I'm willing to wait for it

@intotheelliwoods

[wlntrsldler]

Hi, I loved “apple pie” so much!! Would you consider doing a part 2 with Jamie’s injury during the game and the reader taking care of him when they get home to Richmond? I feel like it would be so soft 🥹💗

sweet nothing | jamie tartt

based on the song sweet nothing by taylor swift

description: part two to apple pie, but can be read alone!

pairing: jamie tartt x actress!reader (she/her)

warnings: language-- it's ted lasso, what did ya expect?; tooth-rotting fluff! jamie being pookie asf. mention of sex but nothing crazy. mention of his dad.

wc: 1.7K+

Nobody in the owner's box spoke. Jamie was lying on the pitch, arms crossed over his eyes in pain. You could hear Man City fans hollering insults at him in the distance, but all of their noise was drowned out by the thumping of your heart. You forgot how to breathe.

You felt Keeley squeeze your hand, bringing you back to the present. You watched the physios help him off the field. The game continued but you were no longer interested. Instead, you found yourself staring at the boy sitting on the sidelines as he talked to Ted.

"Come on, Jamie," you whispered, biting your thumb anxiously. "You got this, baby."

With a pat on the back, Jamie re-entered the game. You cheered along with Keeley and Rebecca, tears pooling your eyes. You were so proud of him.

The taunts from Man City fans got louder as he walked toward his teammates. Jamie, looked around, rolled his eyes, and stuck his tongue out as he banged on his chest where the AFC Richmond logo was stitched on his kit. You laughed, wiping your eyes, enjoying how confident and full of life your boyfriend seemed to be even after getting injured.

You watched as he masterfully dribbled the ball, dodging three Man City players, before he got in position to kick the ball. The loud whoosh of the football rang throughout the entire arena and before you knew it, all AFC Richmond fans were on their feet cheering for the native Mancunian.

Jamie looked up at the owner's box where he knew you'd be and blew a kiss in your direction. Although you knew he couldn't see you, you blew him a kiss right back. As he was exiting the pitch, he was met with thunderous applause from supporters of his old team.

"That's how good he is," you heard Higgins say from behind you. "Jamie Tartt is a legend."

Your smile widened as you nodded in agreement. The camera crew focused on Jamie's expression as he allowed himself to marvel at the crowd's praise. He no longer had the cocky smile on his face, but rather, his face was relaxed and full of gratitude. This was a homecoming that he deserved.

When the full time was called, the team celebrated on the pitch. Jamie stayed for a bit, but excused himself to come find you. You were waiting for him in front of the locker room entrance, unable to contain your excitement when you saw him.

Briefly forgetting his injury, you ran to him, engulfing him in a hug that made him lose his balance. You peppered kisses all over his face, "I am so proud of you, Jamie Tartt. God, I love you so much."

He tried to laugh to mask the hiss of pain he let out when he put too much pressure on his ankle. You pulled away quickly, suddenly feeling horrible for nearly attacking him. You stepped away from him, "I completely forgot. I'm so sorry, love."

"No," he whined, immediately reaching out for you again. You reluctantly obliged and approached him, much calmer this time around. Jamie sighed in content, leaving light kisses on your neck, "Much better. Don't go too far."

"Jamie, you're hurt," you tutted, threading your fingers through his hair. He hummed in approval, still refusing to let go of you. You placed a kiss on his cheek, forcing him to separate from you to capture your lips in a kiss. You pulled away, "Let's get you to the physios, yeah? Make sure you're all good to go?"

Jamie knew you were right. He did need to get a thorough check-up. He nodded, intertwining his fingers with yours, "Let's go?"

You squeezed his hand gently, letting him lead you away.

Thankfully, Jamie was okay for the most part. The physio told him that he needed to take it easy at least until the next match, but he should be able to participate in light training after two days. Roy grunted in disapproval after hearing the news, but you could tell that he was relieved that Jamie wasn't hurt any more than he was.

The bus ride back to Richmond was rowdy. The boys were absolutely wild over their win-- as they should be, but it also meant that Jamie refused to rest the entire time. You were glad, however, that he remained seated the entire time and didn't put too much pressure on his hurt ankle.

It was nice to be around the boys again. You didn't realize how much of a community, a family, you created in Richmond. Jamie played a big part in that. Before him, you had friends in the industry who were shooting projects in England, but never anybody who's grounded and secured here. You craved stability, at least as much stability as you could get being an actress. You never thought you'd find it here, in Jamie.

"Hi, love," Jamie whispered from beside you. He had a hand on your thigh, "Whatcha thinkin' bout?"

"Just how much I missed all this," you motioned toward the loud, ruckus of the team around the both of you. You turned your head to look at him, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose, "How much I missed you."

"Don't get all sappy on me now, love," Jamie teased, though he wrapped an arm around you to pull you closer, "I'm the one that's hurt here. I'm the only one allowed to be sappy."

You faked a groan, rolling your eyes, "I suppose you're gonna be a big baby for the next few days."

"Oh yeah," he answered too quickly. He chuckled, placing a kiss on the crown of your head, "Gonna get so sick of me. We're gonna lay in bed for two days straight. Doc said I had to take it easy, remember?"

"You know that also means no sex, right?"

He turned to you in horror. He shook his head in disapproval, "Well Doc doesn't know what he's talkin' about anyway. He obviously doesn't know that my proper fit girlfriend hasn't been home in so long and that rest wasn't an option for me when you're only back for a week."

"Knock it off," Roy grumbled from in front of you. "You guys are fucking disgusting."

"Don't worry, grandad. I'll save some lovin' for ya." Jamie made kissy noises as he spoke to Roy, making you laugh uncontrollably in your seat.

By the time you made it back to the facility, the boys were buzzing to celebrate the night out partying-- all of them but Jamie. You were waiting in the car park by his car, thinking that you'd drive it to his place while he celebrated with the team, but you were caught by surprise when he walked out with his bag, looking as cozy as ever.

Dani and Colin waved to him, both excited to spend the night getting wasted with the team. Jamie walked towards you, careful not to put too much pressure on his ankle, and handed you his keys.

"You don't mind driving tonight, do you love?" He asked. "Need to get my ankle sorted before the next game and I don't want to do too much."

"I don't mind at all. I figured I would be drivin'," you replied, unlocking the car. You and Jamie both got in, adjusting the seat a bit so you could drive properly. Before you pulled out of the facility's premises, you turned to Jamie, "Are you not going to celebrate with the boys?"

"Nah," Jamie said, so casually. He buckled his seatbelt, twisting his body to grin at you, "See them lads every fuckin' day. Love 'em, but I love ya more. You're only here for a week so I'm makin' the most out of it."

"Such a romantic," you teased, but his words made your heart flutter. Jamie didn't know the effect he had on you and honestly, even if you tried to explain it to him, he probably wouldn't believe you.

It was already hard for him to believe that you said yes to dating him. Sure, if you had asked him a year ago if he saw himself with the hottest up-and-coming actress, his prick self would've said, "Of course, I'm Jamie fucking Tartt." But now that he's finally allowed himself to be vulnerable and care about people, that facade he once had no longer seemed necessary. With that side of him slowly fading, he'd be lying if he said small parts of his confidence didn't.

That's why he's so fucking lucky that you decided to take a chance on him. You never did anything that made him doubt how much he meant to you. He spent so much of his life trying to figure out who actually loved him and who didn't-- massive thanks to his dad for that one-- that it's so nice to not have to worry about something like that.

You made him feel so fucking loved that sometimes the idea of it overwhelmed him, in a good way of course. All the times he wondered if he was worthy of love seemed so trivial now.

The both of you fell into your comfortable routine as if you hadn't been gone for weeks when you got to Jamie's place. It was like you never left. In between the mundanity of getting ready for bed, you gave each other kisses on the cheek, and hugs from behind, always somehow touching each other or so close to each other.

At the end of the night, you and Jamie were lying in bed, Jamie's head on your chest. You were absentmindedly running your fingers through his hair, letting out a soft chuckle when he sighed happily. A few times throughout the night, he would get a video from one of the boys, pissed drunk, doing something so stupid, that you both could only hope that the paparazzi weren't there to see.

You talked to each other about everything that's happened over the last few weeks-- what restaurants you guys need to try together when Jamie visits you in New York, what new training regimen Roy prescribed Jamie, what Colin and Isaac were bickering about this week. You ended up falling asleep before Jamie because jetlag was finally catching up to you.

Jamie, who became the big spoon after you fell asleep, laid awake, unable to stop himself from smiling. This, he finally allowed himself to admit it, was something he could see himself doing for the rest of his life. With you sleeping soundly next to him, clinging to him like you never want to let go, Jamie lets himself deserve this good, loving life with you.

[pixiecactus]

one of the funniest descriptions in all of the asoiaf books is arya's very own:

In his chainmail shirt with a sword in his hand, Gendry looked almost a man grown, and dangerous. Hot Pie looked like Hot Pie.

go off queen, give us nothing (affectionate) and 10/10 would read again and again.

[stuck-in-jelly]

Obsessed with how the one more filler episode in Season 6 was two of the strongest crown guards, Soren and Corvus, fucking around in a forest with a dragon they are babysitting

[rainythey]

Some sketches of KT/Katya from PAFL but with lyrics from other Ferry songs!

I made these a while ago, but prepare for many more doodles coming soon lol

[talos-stims]

RED HOUR

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[biathecreature]

“I saw you chewing on a pop-tart”

[ferrocyan]

actually thanks for making me trawl through my music collection i've found my voiceclaim for tart the boy: daisuke hirose as captain sky from a3!

[genderflouiid]

don’t mind me, just rereading chapters 20-26 of tarte tatin by @veryinnovative and pairing it with the most depressing playlist i have on this long ass bus ride home 🧍🏾‍♀️

[kristhekrispy]

I’m very normal about this song, obviously

[frosteaart]

"Together we will go down

In a blaze of glory, in a blaze of glory"

fan art of 2 arms left by @intotheelliwoods

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[stuck-in-jelly]

Hate loving a song but there is just ONE verse that makes you physically clamp up because it couldn’t be more wrong if it tried