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please bring back 2014 indie pop (i could care less that a few of these songs were pre or post the 2014 era if the song fits it fits)
cecelia and the satellite by andrew mcmahon in the wilderness
i wanna get better by bleachers
cigarette daydreams by cage the elephant
ways to go by grouplove
girls by the 1975
miracle mile by cold war kids
take a walk by passion pit
little talks by of monsters and men
tongue tied by grouplove
midnight city by m83
undercover martyn by two door cinema club
i can talk by two door cinema club
young blood by the naked and famous
kids by mgmt
1901 by phoenix
young folks by peter bjorn and john
daylight by matt & kim
animal by neon trees
stolen dance by milky chance
out of my league by fitz and the tantrums
talk too much by coin
greek tragedy by the wombats
chocolate by the 1975
anna sun by walk the moon
everybody talks by neon trees
what you know by two door cinema club
dancing on glass by st lucia
FEEL FREE TO READ THE PART AT THE TOP WHERE I SAY ITS NOT ALL FROM 2014 THANKS!
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on loving your siblings
I don't love anyone, Belle and Sebastian//The Reynolds Pamphlet, Hamilton by Lin-Manuel Miranda//The Other Boleyn Girl(2008)//Fleabag, 2x06//@earth-to-mothership //Rabbi Joseph Telushkin, Jewish Literacy//Antigone, Jean Anouilh//Maurice Sendak//Little Miss Sunshine (2006)//The Elektra Complex, @filmnoirsbian //NA
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"a manic pixie dream boy" is the best description of beomgyu i've ever heard
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“volunteers”, chapter 40 of “crimson rivers” by @mayzarbewithyou
“cain and abel” by alexandre falguière
“volunteers”, chapter 40 of “crimson rivers”
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“brother” by mighty oaks
“the hunger games” by suzanne collins
“brother”, chapter 50 of “crimson rivers”
“lighthousekeeping” by jeanette winterson
“blues for vincent” by ossip zadkine
“conviction”, chapter 29 of “crimson rivers”
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after every crimson rivers update i feel like i have to take a break from life lmao
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Regulus has never been good at understanding Sirius, and it makes him feel like a fraud. Is he really Sirius’s brother if he can’t tell when something is wrong?
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What I really love about Crimson rivers is the way that love is so important, just like it was in the harry potter series. Love is encouraged, love starts a war, love surrounds them, love is tragic and theres so many types of love-
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“He remembers the sun
The sun has risen in the sky, rays of light streaming in through the open window. Regulus can breathe in the distinct smell of morning— the crisp, cool air and the green scent of dew resting on the grass. Laughing doves cooing lowly outside, acting as music for Regulus’s ears. He feels pathetic in the least pathetic way.
and the air.
Wind softly breezes past Regulus as he stands on the balcony, leaning against the railing as he peers over their villa’s vast property. He sighs out a breath of smoke, a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers. The world around him is blue with late night, but the cigarette is glowing orange.
He remembers water on his skin, hot and clinging. 
The water is warm, heated by the harsh summer sun, and it’s easy to let himself drift to the pool floor. He sinks lower and lower and lower and never finds a reason to emerge again. But then hands wrap around his middle and two young men are breaking through the warm water’s surface. It breaks easy.
He remembers the creaking of the bed, the nightly whispers of a wiry frame.
“Let’s go to sleep, yeah?”
Regulus glides his thumb over James’s bottom lip. “Only if you stay.”
“As long as you want me,” echoes James, catching Regulus’s wandering hand to place a kiss on the palm.
“I want, and want, and want, and want…” Regulus murmurs as James shuffles around the bed, settling into a comfortable position on the mattress. He pulls Regulus on top of him, holding him near as Regulus rests his head upon his bare shoulder.
The living waters of the river behind them.
“Can I ask you something?” James questions as they lie in the short grass between the riverbank and an endless field.
“You can ask,” Regulus breathes out, his eyes closed as his pale skin soaks up the sunlight, “but that doesn’t mean I’ll answer.”
The halo shrouding James’s body,
“You’re glowing.”
“I’m glowing?”
“I wish you could see it,” he tells him, thumb dragging over James’s mouth. He then whispers so quietly, “‘For He will give His angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways.’”
the shifting of walls.
Somewhere between the bedroom and the bathroom, James intertwines their hands. Regulus is glad for the comfort, the grounding nature of it, because quite frankly, he’s still paranoid that the walls will try to grab him. He does his best not to get too close to them, just in case.
The painting.
“It’s me, isn't it?” Regulus whispers, folding his arms over his chest. He forces himself to stare ahead, even when he feels Alphard’s eyes now shift to him.
“Yes, I think it is,” Alphard swiftly answers.
“I like it.” Regulus nods, biting the inside of his cheek. He can feel his eyes burning, begging to be allowed to cry. To feel. To release.
Cigarettes, hand-to-hand.
The bank’s door opens and closes. Regulus tilts his head over to spot James walking out, his friends seemingly left inside. James makes his way over to him, leaning a shoulder against the same wall. He holds out a hand, a vague gesture for the cigarette.
Hands on ivory.
The harmony begins to wane and turn solemn in a slowing rubato. To those who haven’t heard it, it would leave them wondering if the song was coming to an end, or if it would lead into another exploration. To Regulus, however, he knows its the end.
The last note lingers in the space around them as Regulus’s hands fall back into his lap, gazing down at the keys as the last of the sound emits from it.
Newsletters,
“Both,” James responds. His brown eyes flicker to Regulus so quickly that Regulus isn’t entirely sure it happened, “but mostly the newsletter.”
“What newsletter?” asks Regulus without removing his sight from James. When James meets his gaze again, this time holding it longer, Regulus hopes he hears the silent questions.
transpositions.
Regulus makes his way over to the piano and sits down behind it. It’s situated practically in the center of the room, every couch and chair able to see the instrument with ease. It makes for easy spectacle, and Regulus is almost always the spectacle.
The untouched sheet music stares back at him, lines and dots waiting to be erased and scrutinized over and over again. It’s a Ravel composition, Sonatine, M. 40: I. Modéré, that Regulus had just begun to transpose before the summer visitors arrived. He keeps getting stuck at various parts, utilizing his eraser at every stop. He’s only halfway through the transposition, and its unfinished nature discomforts him deeply.
Mille-feuille.
“What did you get?” James asks after a while, stabbing his gelato with the plastic spoon.
“Mille-feuille.”
James hums and looks down at his cup. “Yeah, I got the orange chocolate thing. I can’t tell if I like it.”
“It’s bad?”
“It’s fine.” He shrugs. “Maybe too orangey for me. Not enough chocolate.”
“Schifoso. I hate chocolate.” Regulus grimaces at the thought. He looks at James, who’s staring off at the boats tied down in front of them. “You can try mine.”
La Fontana del Nettune over his shoulder.
Regulus is sitting on the low steps of the water fountain, the statue of Neptune with his trident looming behind him as they both watch the adolescents mill about around them. Regulus has a cigarette in his mouth in a failing attempt to discourage his flaring jealousy at what he sees.
James is dancing with a girl Regulus has never met. Her boyfriend’s red fiat is poorly parked in the piazza of downtown Trieste, “Lola” by The Kinks is blaring out of the vehicle’s stereo and it’s got many people dancing. Regulus rationally knows that the girl having a very nearby boyfriend should allow him to relax, but it doesn’t. He’ll never be relaxed until he’s that one that is close to James.
What makes Regulus even more frustrated is that James clearly doesn’t view the girl in any way. As he spins her around and boasts the lyrics with her, James keeps looking at Regulus where he sits a few feet away. He looks at Regulus and he smiles. He looks at Regulus and purposefully dances so terribly that Regulus almost laughs. James only has eyes for Regulus, but still Regulus is unsatisfied.
“The Second Elegy.”
“I see you’ve discovered Rainer Maria Rilke. ‘The Second Elegy,’ isn’t it?”
“It is.” James nods. “Do you like it?”
“I prefer ‘The Ninth Elegy,’ personally. I didn’t relate much to the second.”
“I notice your use of the past tense. Do you relate to it now?” James asks, a hint of teasing underlying his words. “I mean, it’s about love, right? It only uses the word ‘lover’ maybe a dozen times. I wonder what could make you relate now.”
“Yeah, I wonder,” Regulus replies just as teasingly.
Holding and being held.
“I don’t want you to go,” Regulus whispers, his voice cracking, and it sounds hideously broken. It sounds weak. It sounds like everything he is, and he hates everything that he is in this moment.
James doesn’t say anything, but he does move his hand from Regulus’s hair to press it against his back, bringing him nearer. It will never be enough, the pulling. No matter how much James pulls him in, Regulus will never feel close enough. There will always be an impossible distance.
Locked doors.
As Regulus walks around the bed, his eyes find the door handle. James didn’t lock it. Regulus freezes for a moment, standing still as he contemplates locking it himself. The chill of anxiety slithers up his spine, quickly dismantling that line of thinking. He continues on to the bed.
The window is open. The sound of waves.”
Regulus breathes in, he breathes out, and he gives the car life again. He rolls the windows down as the engine carries him down the lonely path. Wind blows past his ears and he thinks it sounds like the ocean.
This is the waves.
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if ao3 user zeppazariel decides to post the last chapters of crimson rivers all at once I will start sobbing uncontrollably
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if ao3 user zeppazariel decides to post the last chapters of crimson rivers all at once I will start sobbing uncontrollably
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the black brothers really had no idea what love was or what it felt like but when they finally experienced it, they loved harder than anyone else and therefore we have:
james “fell first” potter and regulus “fell harder” black
remus “fell first” lupin and sirius “fell harder” black
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“Why is Regulus so mean in fics” “Why is Lily so rude in this fic”
I personally think they should be meaner. In fact, I think they should be allowed to kill and eat people. As a treat.
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