#vampire weekend lyrics

[thejellolord]

Ok what was Vampire Weekend on when they wrote "Step"

like its a good song but what are those lyrics? "The gloves are off, the wisdom teeth are out" again, love the song and the band but what

[portanchor]

[selineabanto]

crawling vines and weeping willows 🌿

[somber-cupid]

"Then I see you, you're walking 'cross the campus

Cruel professor, studying romances"

[heyyyjpg]

[laundrybiscuits]

Spotify wrapped #13 (my lucky number😋)

Unfortunately sparklyslug got there first, so I pulled up a random number generator and it served up #36! Hope that’s okay.

baby why don’t you come over / red wine supernova / falling into me / I don’t care that you’re a stoner / red wine supernova / fall right into me

The first time Stevie meets her is on Halloween, which doesn’t seem strange at the time. Stevie’s wearing her mom’s old go-go boots from the sixties and she’s teased her hair up into a beehive; it’s silly, but she thinks she actually looks pretty hot in her little minidress.

Eddie agrees, apparently. She’s got some kind of tacky vampire costume on, and not even a sexy one. It doesn’t even look like she’s put that much effort into it: just a faded waistcoat that looks secondhand, a garbage-bag cape, and plastic fangs that keep slipping off. 

It should look ridiculous. It does look ridiculous. But the way Eddie keeps glancing over with hot dark eyes from across the room is…it’s not something Stevie’s really considered before, and if she had considered it, she would expect it to be just about anyone else. Someone normal, ideally. 

Anyway, she doesn’t think too hard about it when she sees Eddie leaning on the railing of the deck all by herself, a little past midnight. She slips out the screen door, wrapping her arms around herself to ward off the chill, and walks over.

“Hi,” she says. “I’m Stevie.”

“I know,” says Eddie. “I’m Eddie.”

“I know,” she says. She’d asked around. 

“You know, huh?” says Eddie, raising her eyebrows. “Okay, Stevie. You’re not scared to be out here in the dark with a creature of ze night?” Eddie makes a dumb face, baring her plastic fangs. 

“Terrified.” She’s had a glass or two of cab, nowhere near enough to justify the bold way she reaches up and plucks the fangs right out of Eddie’s mouth. “Or I would be, if these weren’t fake as hell. Did you get them at the dollar store?” 

“Those are fake, sure,” says Eddie. “These aren’t, though.”

Stevie’s been a little distracted glancing down at the shine of Eddie’s spit on her fingertips. When she looks back up, Eddie’s watching her carefully, lip curled back to show a set of long, curving canines. 

“That’s, um,” Stevie swallows. “That’s fake too.”

Eddie runs the tip of her tongue along the edge of her impossible teeth. “Not gonna get grabby again?”

Stevie sees herself reaching out like someone else is moving her hand, and brushes her finger down a fang. Even before she makes contact, though, she knows.

“So, pretty little Stevie Harrington,” says Eddie. Her voice is like smoke. “Why’d you come out here? Do you even know?”

“No,” says Stevie honestly. “But—I think you do.”

“Good answer,” says Eddie, and bites down.

—

Eddie jumps when Stevie slides onto the barstool next to her.

“Jesus, are you stalking me?” 

“No!” Stevie’s really not. Asking around about where Eddie might hang out, and then trying to be in those places at the appropriate times—that’s not stalking, that’s just. Showing an interest. Being proactive. A real go-getter move, like her softball coach used to say. 

“I just…thought you might want some dinner. Or breakfast. I don’t know if you, um…” Stevie trails off uncertainly. She’s only ever seen Eddie after dark, but Eddie doesn’t seem like the kind of person who kept normal hours even when she was alive, so she’s not sure if the whole daylight thing is true or not.

At any rate, she’s come prepared in a low-cut dress, no necklace or anything, faint wounds on full display. She’d thought about covering them up—maybe vampires like it when girls are totally innocent and, like, unpunctured? She’d run, if Eddie wanted to chase her. She’s given a lot of thought to Eddie chasing her, and even more thought to what might happen if Eddie caught her. But Stevie loves catching a glimpse of the marks in the mirror too much, and anyway concealer probably tastes bad. 

Eddie’s eyes keep flicking between the marks and Stevie’s cleavage in her push-up bra, so that all seems to have worked out okay. 

“I don’t…usually eat breakfast,” says Eddie slowly. “Not really one for, like. Pancakes.”

“I didn’t bring you pancakes,” says Stevie. 

“Is this—are you a hunter or something?” Eddie asks abruptly. “You have to tell me if you’re a hunter, it’s the law.”

Stevie wrinkles her nose. “There’s no way that’s true. But wait, vampire hunters are real too?”

“Buncha small-minded dicks who don’t even—anyway, what is this then, some kinda revenge?” 

“For what?”

“I don’t know! Despoiling your maiden form!”

“I don’t remember a lot of despoiling,” says Stevie, tugging her dress down a little just to watch Eddie’s eyes snap down and back up, lightning-fast. “But you could refresh my memory.”

“You do remember the, uh.” Eddie glances around at the dimly-lit bar; the nearest people are a couple of leather-clad women swaying together by the jukebox halfway across the room. Eddie flashes her fangs, and Stevie’s entranced by the way her normal teeth shift out of the way. 

“Uh-huh,” she says. 

“I guess I’m a little confused,” says Eddie. 

“It’s not that complicated.” Stevie reaches out to tuck her fingertips underneath the cuff of Eddie’s jacket. “I’m saying I live a couple blocks away, and you should come over. Have a drink. See how it goes.”

“Well…okay. Jesus.” Eddie tilts her head, looking at Stevie with something unreadable in her eyes. “Pretty little Stevie Harrington. Guess you figured out what you want, huh?”

“Guess I did,” says Stevie. 

“This isn’t, like—I’m not promising anything,” says Eddie, but she lets Stevie wear her jacket the whole walk back.

[vamp-a-day]

day 29

Just 3 drinks For the sake of the old times. [...] The whole nine, laughing remembering all the old lines

[fuckstoevsky]

Lord of the Rings - J.R.R. Tolkien // Mojo Jojo - Hippo Campus // The Moon in Daylight - Robert Roth // A Daytime View of the Moon - Zeynel Cebeci // Tried And True - The Jayhawks // After the Storm Moonrise - Ivan Aivazovsky // Shatter Me - Tahereh Mafi // The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini // Full moon in Girdle of Venus - John Robert McPherson // Dusk to Dawn on Lygon Street - King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard // You Missed My Heart - Phoebe Bridgers // Flower Moon - Vampire Weekend // Himalayas with setting moon - Nicholas Roerich

Based on a post by @thursdaydoodles

[littlemut]

when im no astrology hoe but then Vampire Weekend said “Capricorn, the year that you were born finished fast and the next one wasn’t yours. Too old for dying young, too young to live alone. Sifting through centuries for moments of your own” and i was born between Dec 22 and Jan 19

[bored-boring-and-tired]

“i don’t wanna live like this… but i don’t wanna die”

-Harmony Hall, Vampire Weekend

[icecreampiano]

vampire weekend - prep school gangsters

[geckothegecko]

Can someone stab me with a knife? Pretty please?

[tiredeg]

got tagged by @newbromantics to post the first line of my last 10 published fics, of which i have 5 (thank you i love games 🥰🥰)

Still I will live here

They don’t do this often.

Wear the robe like no one could

Oscar’s just settling into it, starting to let his hands roam under Lando’s shirt where they’re sitting on the couch, when—“Actually, I have something for you,” Lando says, leaning back.

Not quite anointed

“The priest was shit,” Pierre complains to Charles as he takes off his shoes, finally home.

Clean your face with it

It’s weird how casually it all comes about; Daniel feels like they should have had, like, a meeting or something.

Inside your velvet jail

Alex stares at himself in the mirror of the tiny bathroom, the harsh light doing nothing to hide the bags under his eyes, the damp spots on his chest.

... and a little Halloween WIP 👀💀

It’s an old Williams legend, the sort of thing they used to do back in the day, allegedly.

hmmmmmmm personally the way i chart my fic journey on here is through learning to use an em dash correctly and stopping the semicolon abuse, so happy to see this at least partially reflected herein

tagging @serve-cunt and @ctimenefic if it takes your fancy

[poprocklyrics]

Every dollar counts And every morning hurts We mostly work to live Until we live to work

Run, Vampire Weekend

[pinatapaperheart]

Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl

Florence + The Machine, Hunger // Phoebe Bridgers, Garden Song // The Beatles, I Saw Her Standing There // The Last Shadow Puppets, Time Has Come Again // Vampire Weekend, Giving Up The Gun // The Strokes, Evening Sun // Taylor Swift & Phoebe Bridgers, Nothing New // Janis Ian, At Seventeen // Cage the Elephant, Cigarette Daydreams // Wallows, 1980s Horror Film

[catmint1]

I don’t want to live like this but I don’t want to die.

—Vampire Weekend, ‘Harmony Hall’ Father of the Bride