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#(   `   verse.    〉    life is like a hurricane.
ragefeathers · 2 years
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❝ I'm glad you're still here with us, lad. ❞ Kids out of sight, out of mind -- he can actually speak with his nephew one-on-one. He can still see it in his head now. Bradford, Donald, the Solgaleo Circuit… he can still feel his heart leaping out of his chest, constricting and twisting at the concept he'd failed to protect one of his kids. And all because of adventuring… as always had been the case with Donald… But none of that was worth anything next to his safety. A pause, and he looks out of the window of the houseboat. ❝ I'm… sorry you got dragged into my mess. ❞
            unprompted asks. // @scroogemcdork​
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     ❝ waak ? ❞ his attention is pulled from idle thoughts. not that he was really thinking of much. honestly. his trip with daisy was set back a bit since he wanted time to recuperate. it was a bad close call -- and the duck wanted nothing more than to spend a bit of extra time with his family before he set sail.
      look at his uncle, fingers tap on the cup he was drinking from. a nice afternoon with family... that was always his favorite past time... especially with scrooge. he wouldn’t admit it, but he did enjoy going on adventures with him -- but he liked these kinds of moments the most. where it was just them being around each other. no adventures. no boring business meetings... just them. hanging out.
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    ❝ oh... ❞ it wasn’t something he liked to dwell on... the thought of either one : being wiped out of existence or two : being the end of scrooge mcduck. either way, it wasn’t a GOOD THOUGHT. donald would have place way too much blame on himself no matter what the outcome was. so the fact that he was HERE with his family and there was nothing binding his uncle was just unbelievable.  ❝ that’s just something that comes with being your family. ❞ he sits up a bit to quickly defend his statement,  ❝ not that i regret it, of course... heh heh... you know what i mean. ❞ scrooge has been around for a LONG TIME. of course he’s made enemies. but FAMILY HELPS FAMILY, and donald was always going to be there whenever his uncle needed him.
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spider-chris06 · 6 months
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Do you know why Spider-Verse Miles is my favorite Spider-Man?
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He, without having a choice, had to do in two days, what took all the other Spider-Sonas in the multiverse weeks, become Spider-Man, all under the unimaginable pressure of being the successor to the previous Spider-Man of his universe, which left the bar too high, having to meet everyone else's expectations, and having to go through a tortuous journey while learning from his mentor.
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Even when the spider-gang not only didn't trust him but even seemed to dislike Miles at first (Except, of course, Gwen and Peter B, who are very special cases)
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And pressing him to see if he was ready and treating him like just a kid (Even Peni).
All so that he then went to his uncle, who was like a second father to him and someone who truly understood Miles, only to find out that he had always been a hitman, going so far as to almost end with the life of his nephew, until he realizes what he was about to do and... well, tragedy happens.
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The death of Uncle Aaron, due to the depth and history behind it, remains the most tragic "death of Uncle Ben" in all of cinema... ever.
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Miles stopped being the same since then, and even when a hurricane of emotions possessed him, he learned that no matter what, Spider-Man always gets up and keeps going, at the same time he learned to take his leap of faith. Before becoming Spider-Man he had a normal and happy life, but after being bitten by that spider his whole life fell apart, but of course, Miles is someone truly strong and full of determination thanks to the people close to him.
In two days, he surpassed almost the entire Spider-gang, and in a year and a half he become almost a professional as Spider-Man, even giving lessons to everyone else, and making it clear to Gwen and the others what truly means being Spider-Man, not standing by crossed arms while someone is in danger, but trying to do everything you can to save everyone, doing both things, even when it seems impossible, Spider-Man should always try, because everything it's possible.
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At the same time that Miles felt stabbed in the back by the same people to whom he wanted to dedicate his entire future just to see them again since he felt alone and sad inside in the world without them, and, specially, without Gwen.
And let me remind something, Miles actually thinks she doesn't even love him and only sees him as a friend, but he still wants to see her
On the ATSV betrayal, he release all that hurricane of emotions that he had to swallow and accumulate inside during ITSV and during that entire year and a half for not having time for ALL those things said before, leading him to have anxiety and panic attacks (Something confirmed in the synopsis of the short "The Spider Within")
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All so that they later reveal to him that he was a mistake, an anomaly, that he should never have been Spider-Man, that he killed the Peter of his universe, causing everything that gave MEANING to his life fell down in just a few minutes, leaving Miles more traumatized, mortified and with more trust issues than he already had before.
He really became one of the most tragic character of all the saga (Along with Peter B and, put it in some way, Miguel O' Hara)
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And just because Miles looks with a cool and chill personality doesn't mean he's any less traumatized and mortified on the inside (An example is Andrew Garfield's Spider-Man).
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Even though in the comics that nickname is only used because that is what his universe is called, in the movies, on the other hand, even though there are people on the internet who deny the fact that he is currently becoming an unstoppable phenomenon that is marking an entire generation and will mark future generations, Miles Morales proved to be, without a doubt, the Ultimate Spider-Man.
As a bonus, even though she always screwed up with everyone around her, both the living and the dead, Gwen showed that she really loves Miles and that he truly is the love of her life, however, needless to say, she has a lot of work to do in her redemption arc to be able to fix things with Miles, which will be very difficult but not impossible, even more so taking into account all the hate she received for everything that happened in ATSV.
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Now she has to PROVE not only to him, but to all of us viewers, that she truly deserves to be with Miles, that they can have a life together by her own merit, and that all the hate towards her after the ATSV release it's truly unfair.
However, I have to be realistic, there are characters like Peni or even Peter B who should not be anything more than simple 'acquaintances' or 'partners' for Miles, since, with what they did, the term "Friend" It's too big for them.
In any case, Miles has the last word.
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auranova713 · 2 months
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FINISHED SOUKOKU SONG
Hello fellow Soukoku simps! I'm new to the bsd fandom so wrote a little song based on what I think Chuuya's thoughts were on the night Dazai left the Port Mafia. Hopefully you enjoy!
UPDATE: Hello again! Thank you so much for the support on this! I honestly wasn't expecting the response at all. As promised I finished the song and added Dazai's verse! Hope you enjoy <3
Lyrics:
Chuuya:
Goodbye Good riddance I say adieu  And for all the foolish things That Make me think of you Yeah tonight I’ll drown myself in this 89 And if anyone asks obviously I’m doing fine For this bottle I’ve been saving for a special occasion  Waited for the proper moment to pop it’s persuasion Cause I know this was all too good to be true That one day you’d leave like the rest did too So here’s to you, my partner, man, not friend You’ll see me suffer till the annoying bitter end And for a moment I guess thought I knew What human was like when I was with you Raise your glass for the hurricane By the monster of a boy who will throw you away Can’t catch him now No matter how you try He will always break your heart And then say goodbye And raise your glass For the fool who almost just believed Yes raise your glass  For the fool tonight who is me
Dazai:
In this bar, pour a glass For a promise That will Last
And yes, I know we had our fun My loyal dog, you made boredem said and done And I hope that you like my gift I admit, it's a simple selfish wish And when you see that bomb explode I know you'll think of me, and me alone
I thought I couldn't feel But with you, it seemed all so real And for a second how strange It was like life was worth the game
(I know Chuuya didn't know that Dazai set that bomb until way after but it's my headcanon that he put it there for so that Chuuya would know it was him, and therefore not forget him)
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artemisia-black · 10 months
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Hozier’s ‘Francesca’ is from the PoV of Francesca da Rimini
Hozier has spoken about how ‘Unreal, Unearth,’ is going to be a homage to Dante’s Inferno (the first part of Dante’s poem, the Divine Comedy), and in the song ‘Francesca,’ Hozier takes us through the second circle of hell (Lust). 
When Dante first enters the circle, he describes it as: 
“So bears the tyrannous gust those evil souls. On this side and on that, above, below, It drives them: hope of rest to solace them.” 
This imagery of strong, unrelenting wind is mirrored in the first verse of Francesca, 
“My life was a storm since I was born
How could I fear any hurricane?” 
In this verse, the speaker seems unrepentant and views the punishment as something they endure because, 
“Now that it’s done.” 
And they are damned for eternity, 
“There’s not one thing that I would change.”
While in the circle of lust, Dante meets a woman called Francesca Da Rimini (see the end of this post for a brief overview of her life). Interestingly when Dante is exiled from Florence, he stays with Francesca’s nephew, Guido Novello da Polenta and some of Francesca’s lines in the Inferno also appear in Guido’s love sonnets. 
At this point, it is essential to note that Dante was theologically/philosophically influenced by St Thomas Aquinas, who viewed adultery as intrinsically sinful (‘secundum see). And when Dante speaks to Francesca about her ‘sins,’ she does not call it adultery but instead talks of love and says: 
“Love, that excuses no one loved from loving.”
Thus Francesca paints her love for Paolo as something beyond her control and greater than herself. And the motif of the sinners being tossed in the wind as their divine punishment links with this idea; the damned have no control over their bodies, which is an inversion of their sins on earth. 
Hozier captures this helplessness in the face of love in the following lyric: 
“A grip takin’ hold like a cancer that grows
Each piece of your body that it takes.”
However, Dante is not without sympathy for Francesca, and when he hears her story he, 
“I, through compassion fainting, seem’d not far
From death, and like a corpse fell to the ground.”
Yet as the writer of the poem (and therefore the true God of the Inferno), he chooses to damn her. And this judgment rests on the Christian idea that the only irresistible form of love should be love for the creator and not for another human being. 
Hozier appears to disagree with Dante’s conclusion by stating: 
“Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I.”
From Wikipedia: Francesca da Rimini[a] or Francesca da Polenta[a] (died between 1283 and 1286)[1] was a medieval noblewoman of Ravenna who was murdered by her husband, Giovanni Malatesta, upon his discovery of her affair with his brother, Paolo Malatesta.
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finleyforevermore · 1 year
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HELP DELILAH!!!
About me!
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First picture/profile picture/avatar made with this!
Second picture/drawing made by my wonderful friend Korey (@rainpalm)! Great artist and even greater friend, please check their stuff out! :D
Third picture/picrew by @/potato-lord-but-not!
IF A HOSTILE/OFFENSIVE ANON CALLS ME THEIR FRIEND, I AM NOT!!!! IF AN ANON SENDS SELF-HARM PICTURES AND TAGS ME IN THE ASK, THAT IS NOT ME!!!!!
More under the cut, friends! Please be sure to peruse through all of the important links! Thank you! :)
Name: Finley, but you can call me Finn or Fin, too! Stick to one, use 'em all, I don't mind either way!
Birthday: January 8th!
♑ (Capricorn): The Ambitious Nature
Age: Minor
Current obsession(s): Off Book: The Improvised Musical
Other interests: Animation, voice acting, musicals
MBTI: INFJ-T
Gender/Orientation: Cis male, sex-repulsed asexual
Musical genres I like: Musicals, Classical, Orchestral, Jazz, Lo-fi, Ambient, I dabble in rock sometimes 😅
Pronouns: He/him/his
Quote(s) that describe(s) my life:
"And all I really want is some justice! Ahhh!" - "All I Really Want" by Alanis Morrisette, from the album "Jagged Little Pill"
"I've earned the right to selfishly be all for one and one for me." - "Loser Geek Whatever" from "Be More Chill"
Favorite colors: Green and blue.
Favorite Book(s): "Good Dog" by Dan Gemeinhart, "Thanks a Lot, Universe" by Chad Lucas, "Ghost Boys" by Jewell Parker Rhodes, "Long Way Down" by Jason Reynolds.
Favorite Season: Fall/Autumn
Favorite musical(s): Wicked, Come From Away, Hadestown
Favorite film: Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse
Favorite shows: Infinity Train, Bluey, Hilda
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Other stuff!:
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I have chromesthesia!
If my profile pic wasn't any indicator, I wear glasses!
I play the violin and sometimes the piano!
I give off platypus vibes according to my friends!
9 of my friends have called me a "ray of sunshine" so I guess it must be true XD
I like boots more than shoes.
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sunburnacoustic · 1 year
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Muse full gigs
Some full shows that are available, for anyone who wants to partially relive the Muse live experience.
I figured no one's made lists in a while.
La Cigale, Paris By-Request gig 2018
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rarities + I guarantee I'm gonna fuck up Space Dementia + water spitting + Matt and Dom playing Grammy hosts in the way they announced the winners of the by-request polls
Some cool and noteworthy gigs:
Live Lounge 2012
The Mayan 2015 (performance wise this gig was stunning)
Royal Albert Hall 2008 (Teenage Cancer Trust charity gig - Megalomania on the pipe organ!)
Reading Festival 2011 (10 years of Origin of Symmetry - played the album start to finish)
AOL Sessions 2006
Reading 2006 (Muse's first time headlining if I remember right. Plus, Matt's moves!)
Glastonbury 2004 (first Glasto headline and a must-watch! Of the iconic mad-scientist, white lab coat era. Muse had called it the best gig of their life so far, at the time) (*Ruled By Secrecy was played live but wasn't included in the concert footage DVD and isn't in this video upload either)
Montreaux Jazz 2002 (height of piano maniac-ery days. Would also recommend Pinkpop 2002 but they don't. have. the footage anymore :( Space Dementia at Pinkpop 2002 was phenomenal. 2004 is also good, but I never found 2002 again. Speaking of which,)
Pinkpop 2004 (most songs are in, a few performances missing unfortunately)
MCM Café 1999 (marvel at what a good live act this young band aged 21 already was—with about 4 years of gigging experience under their belts. Insane how good they are.)
Wembley 2007 (H.A.A.R.P. The first band to sell out the newly rebuilt Wembley Stadium. 90,000 people. You need to understand, seeing Chris lift up and point his bass at the crowd at the end of the slightly modified Jimmy Jam riff before Time Is Running Out was a religious experience that changed me and we're lucky enough to live in an age where you and I can witness it over and over and over again and I'd suggest that you do)
Rock Am Ring 2018, uploaded to the Internet Archive by the Muse Historical Society!
Austin City Limits 2013 Philipshalle 1999 Philipshalle 2001 (all suggested in notes, check out the crystal clear gifs from @hotbellamy! :O )
A few additions I remembered after publishing: Eurockeennes 2000 (opened with a then-unreleased New Born. Matt playing a full gig in red sunglasses. Treat to watch. Link's stretched up to fit modern screens but if you want a bit of clarity and don't mind the late 90s ratio stretch, here's a different link) 2002 (quality's a bit shit but that is literally what telly used to look like)
Shepherd's Bush Empire 2006 (Early gigs are always interesting because over time Muse develop different ways of playing songs that are fresh off new albums. The way they work through Take A Bow live is a bit different here, Dom's the one controlling the opening verse synths! During the Abso tour, Matt would play that bit on the piano as an intro to Space Dementia and if I'm remembering right, he does now on the pianos (correct me—this was on the ST tour as well). Also, Starlight in Bm at this gig)
Rock Werchter 2023 (Muse play Rock Werchter in Belgium almost every year, except for the pandemic and 2012 I think, but this year's was a bit special. Best performance of Madness I've seen in a while, I love what he does in the outro! MOTP returns to the set. Muse had tech troubles at the end that caused them to restart Knights of Cydonia twice, to no avail. They finally cut it back for a guitar-bass-drum-vocals-only performance of Showbiz, and Matt's voice sounds exceptional on it— the best in recent years)
Bizarre Fest 2000 (BLESS SOMEONE HAS RESTORED THIS FROM VHS TAPE IN HD, this is so much better than back in the day!! If the falsetto at 1:13 doesn't do it for you, you're into the wrong band, nothing else will help. What an electric performance this was!)
Gigs from WOTP 2022/23 festivals tour last summer:
Nova Rock Rock In Rio Ejekt Fest Isle of Wight Hurricane Festival 2023 (a festival at which Matt once complained that Muse's set was cut short by... hurricanes. But the audio mixing at this gig was really good!)
These are in no particular order, and obviously not complete, I just realised no one had put together a gig archive in a while so I thought I'd give it a stab!
Will edit and add others whenever, there are obviously glaring omissions still!
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downbad4yoongi · 2 months
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Between the Stacks
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📚Taehyung x Jungkook 
📚Genre/AU: college, fluff, smut, angst, brother’s best friend
📚 Rating: R
📚Word Count: 3724
⚠️ Warning: smut, gay sex
📚A/N: Written for Sharon as a part of @bangtanwritershq New Year, New Love event.
📚Summary: Jungkook has always lived in the shadows of his brother’s shine. How will he handle it when his brother’s best friend finally pulls him into the light?
In the hushed sanctuary of the university library, Jungkook’s haven is a worn paperback, its pages whispering secrets only he can hear. The scent of aged paper and brewing chamomile cling to Jungkook like a second skin as he burrows deeper into the cavernous library. Sunlight, filtered through glass streaked with rivulets of soft rain, paints honey streaks across the worn spines of countless companions, each whispering tales of forgotten worlds and whispered dreams. His fingers, stained with ink from countless stolen moments of poetry, trace the worn spines, their rhythm a counterpoint to the distant thrum of campus life. Here, amongst the towering stacks, Jungkook is invisible, lost in worlds spun from his own imagination. 
His brother, Jimin, in contrast, appears to come from a different galaxy. A symphony of laughter and sunshine, he moves through life with a carefree vivaciousness. His smile, a thousand-watt supernova, draws moths to his flame, and Jungkook, forever in his shadow, watches with a mix of admiration and a pang of longing. 
Jungkook settles at a table in his favorite corner of the library. He eyes Jimin from over the spine of the book propped in front of him. His older brother is across the large room, surrounded by a group of friends who have done more chatting than studying in the last few hours they have been there. Glued to his side is his best friend, Taehyung. 
Taehyung is a hurricane that blew into their lives during Jimin’s first year at university; Jungkook was still a junior in high school. He is a whirlwind of laughter and tousled caramel hair, arriving on campus like a burst of summer on a winter day. His smile is a constellation unto itself, a playful wink that turns heads and sets hearts aflutter. With his easy charm and infectious energy, Taehyung is a supernova in his own right, blazing brighter than even Jimin sometimes.
Jungkook rarely crosses paths with Taehyung. Jungkook is content in his solitude and watches from afar as Taehyung becomes the center of every circle. Yet, beneath the surface, a different tune hums. It can be heard in the stolen glances across crowded rooms, in the way Jungkook’s pulse quickens at the sound of Taehyung’s booming laughter, but especially in how the older man’s gaze strays to Jungkook’s corner of the library.  
In Taehyung’s eyes, Jungkook sees a hint of curiosity, a gentle understanding that pierces his usual invisibility. For Taehyung, Jungkook is more than just Jimin’s brother; he is a quiet enigma, a universe waiting to be explored. Shyness, like a barbed-wire fence, keeps Jungkook at bay, and Taehyung’s loyalty to Jimin, a thick fog, obscures the path towards anything more. They are two planets orbiting the same sun, forever drawn, forever out of reach, their unspoken verses waiting to be sung, their hidden melodies yearning to be heard. 
Suddenly, Taehyung’s eyes meet his across the room. Time seems to stutter, the air crackling with unspoken words. A beat of silence stretches, then Taehyung, with a mischievous glint in his eye, winks. Jungkook feels his cheeks flush, the heat spreading through him like wildfire. He ducks behind his book, the worn pages suddenly a flimsy shield against the supernova across the room. 
Jungkook’s heart hammers against his ribs. What could that wink mean? The wink, innocent on the surface, feels like a detonation in his quiet world. He peeks over the rim of his book, a sliver of Taehyung visible at the edge of his vision. The mischievous glint has softened, replaced by a hint of uncertainty, a mirror of Jungkook’s own turmoil. Torn between yearning and hesitation, Jungkook’s fingers tremble on the page. 
Taehyung watches Jungkook from across the large space,  longing to unravel the enigma that is Jungkook. He wants to break through his shyness and explore uncharted territory. But his loyalty to Jimin looms, a constant reminder of the line he shouldn’t cross. 
In the midst of this emotional turmoil, a giggle from beside Taehyung startles him. He turns his attention to Jimin, who seems blissfully unaware of the complex dynamics playing out around him. Jimin’s laughter rings through the air, momentarily dispelling the tension. Taehyung shares a quick glance with Jungkook, both silently acknowledging the struggle within themselves. 
The two of them settle back into their respective corners of the library. Jungkook buries himself into his books, getting lost in worlds far away. Taehyung settles back in next to Jimin, joining in on his friends’ fun.
As the hours pass, the library grows quieter, and the soft glow of study lamps casts a warm ambiance in the dimming space. Jungkook, engrossed in his books, loses track of time. When he finally looks up, he’s surprised to find the library empty. The hushed whispers have faded, and many tables around him are now vacant. 
Realizing the lateness of the hour, Jungkook gathers his belongings, preparing to leave. However, as he approaches the exit, he finds the doors sealed shut. Panic flickers in his eyes as he realizes he has inadvertently been locked inside the library.
The storm outside has intensified, and rain pelts against the windows, accompanied by occasional flashes of lightning that illuminate the darkened sky. Thunder rumbles in the distance, echoing the turmoil within Jungkook. 
With a sigh, he decides to explore the library, hoping to find a way to contact someone to unlock the doors. As he wanders through the aisles, the sound of footsteps catches his attention. Turning a corner, he stumbles upon Taehyung, who wears a surprised expression upon seeing Jungkook.
“Taehyung, you’re here, too?” Jungkook asks a mixture of relief and surprise in his voice. 
Taehyung nods, looking equally bewildered. “Yeah, I stayed behind after my friends left, and I guess I lost track of time. Now it seems we’re both locked in.”
The irony of their situation isn’t lost on them. Together, they attempt to find a solution, checking windows and trying to reach someone through their phones, but the signal in the library is weak, and the windows are firmly shut.
As they navigate the deserted aisles, the distant rumble of thunder grows closer. The storm outside grows even stronger, creating an atmospheric backdrop to the unexpected solitude they find themselves in. The flickering lights within the library and the echoing thunder outside create an eerie yet strangely intimate atmosphere. 
Jungkook and Taehyung share a glance, a silent acknowledgment of the peculiar circumstances that have brought them together. With no immediate solution in sight, they decide to make the best of the situation. They find a cozy corner, surrounded by shelves of books with the occasional flashes of lightning and the comforting sound of rain tapping on the windows.
Once in the corner, both men kick off their shoes to get comfortable. Taehyung snags the dusty armchair nearest the window, its faded crimson velvet whispering secrets of forgotten readers. Jungkook settles on the floor, leaning against an adjacent bookcase. The scent of aged paper and leather dances in the air, punctuated by the earthy tang of rain seeping in through the leaky windows.
Jungkook shivers, drawing his knees closer to his chest. The old library, usually a haven of warmth and knowledge, feels eerily cold tonight. The storm outside rages, each crack of thunder vibrating through the building. Taehyung, ever the optimist, nudges him with the tip of his foot.
“Think of it as an adventure, Kookie,” he grins, his eyes twinkling despite the dim light. “A secret library party just for us, with the best soundtrack ever.”
Jungkook chuckles, a bubble of warmth breaking through the chill. “Yeah, a party with ghosts and leaky roofs.”
Taehyung snorts. “Ghosts are only scary in cheesy movies. And as for the roof, it’s just adding to the ambiance, like a giant rain drum.” He rummages through his bag, pulling out a worn deck of cards. “Wanna play some poker?”
Jungkook hesitates. Card games aren’t exactly his forte. “Uh– I don’t have any money on me to bet.”
Taehyung smirks.”Why don’t we use something else to bet?” He makes a show of looking around, thinking hard. “Why not bet our clothes?”
Jungkook’s eyes widen, swallowing audibly. “S-sure,” he stutters, cheeks flushing a deep pink.
As Taehyung shuffles the cards, the silence settles again, punctuated by the rhythmic drumming of the rain. Jungkook finds himself studying Taehyung, the older man’s easy confidence a stark contrast to his own nervousness. 
“Hey,” Taehyung says softly, his gaze meeting Jungkook’s. “You okay?”
Jungkook blinks, surprised. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just…never been stuck in a library during a storm before.”
Taehyung chuckles, “Neither have I. But hey, at least we’re together, right?”
Jungkook’s smile widens and he nods. The game starts awkwardly, with Taehyung dealing the cards out face down.  Jungkook worries at his lip and bets his socks to start off with, and Taehyung follows suit.
Jungkook takes a look at his cards; Jimin taught him how to play poker when he was younger, back in high school, when they would gamble their allowances. So, he tries to recall his memories from that as he looks at his hand: three Queens, a seven, and a six.
Taehyung snorts, eyeing Jungkook. “You know your poker face needs work.”
Jungkook laughs nervously, “No, I just haven’t played in years. The last time I played this was when Jimin was still living at home.”
Taehyung tries to mask his delight, feeling over-confident that he is going to wipe the floor with Jungkook. He watches the younger man, surprised when he decides to stay. Taehyung harrumphs cockily and raises Jungkook his cardigan. Jungkook's wide bambi eyes watch him innocently but sees Taehyung’s cardigan with his own jacket. 
Taehyung sits up straighter and proudly lays out his hand: two Jacks, two nines, and a two. Jungkook cocks his head, blinking slowly before laying out his own three-of-a-kind.
Taehyung’s jaw drops the silence echoing around them before being split by the sound of Jungkook’s giggle.
“You played me,” Taehyung bluntly states.
Jungkook gasps, hand to his chest. “Moi?”
Taehyung shoots him an accusatory look as he strips off his cardigan and pulls his socks off. “Yeah, you acted like you had a bad hand.”
Jungkook shakes his head. “No, you perceived that I had a bad hand by misinterpreting my reactions.”
Taehyung guffaws, “That’s the same thing!”
“Hmm, no, they’re different.” Jungkook gathers the forfeited clothes and sets them in a pile next to him.
“Semantics.” Taehyung scoffs and shoves the cards at Jungkook for him to deal.
The game continues, the two trading quippy barbs and silly jokes as the hours pass. Soon, they are sitting in the dim lighting, Taehyung in his boxers and just an undershirt, while Jungkook is shirtless and in just his boxer briefs. 
Suddenly, a deafening boom of thunder shakes the building, and a loud crack is heard from outside the window nearby; a large branch of the tree outside crashes to the ground.  Jungkook yelps, sending cards flying as he dives for cover under a nearby table. Taehyung stands, peering around in the dim lighting, and sees what caused the massive noise.
Taehyung calms his racing heart and moves over to the cowering younger man. “Kookie, it was just a branch breaking outside.” He offers his hand, urging him out of his hiding space. “Come on out.”
Jungkook laughs nervously, clutching at the other man’s hand, letting Taehyung pull him out from his improvised shelter. Jungkook stands, leaving inches between the two of them. Taehyung can’t help letting his eyes wander, taking in the large expanse of bare skin on display so close to him. Jungkook is in no better state. His eyes wander over the dark tan legs of his brother’s best friend, his imagination running wild.
Jungkook’s breath hitches as Taehyung’s free hand grazes his chest—the calloused pad of his thumb skims along a prominent rib. The touch lingers, sending a jolt of something electric through him that has nothing to do with the thunderstorm. He lifts his gaze, meeting Taehyung’s eyes, locked in a silent debate that crackles with unspoken desire.
The air around them seems to thicken, with the tang of ozone and something sweeter, more primal. Taehyung’s eyes, usually bright and playful, are smoldering now, a dark intensity that mirrors the anxiety brewing within Jungkook.
“Taehyung,” Jungkook whispers, his voice rough with nerves and something else, something he can’t quite name.
Taehyung responds with a low groan, his voice like the rumble of thunder, and leans in, the space between them shrinking to a hair’s breadth. Jungkook can feel the heat radiating from his body and smell the musky scent of sandalwood sweat—his heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat accompanying the storm’s rhythm.
Jungkook’s lips part in a gasp as Taehyung’s breath mingles with his own, warm and humid like the air before a downpour. He can taste the faint salt of adrenaline, the sweetness of Taeyung’s cologne, and something deeper, something primal, that echoes the wild pounding in his chest.
Taehyung's thumb traces a lazy arc across Jungkook’s ribcage, each graze sending a shiver down his spine. His other hand, the one that lingers on the table, finds its way to Jungkook’s hip, pulling him closer, impossibly closer until their bodies are flush, skin burning against skin.
“Kookie,” Taehyung murmurs, his voice a smoky whisper against Jungkook’s ear. “You’re trembling.”
The accusation is both a taunt and a confession. Jungkook knows he isn’t the only one shaken. He can feel Taehyung’s heartbeat thrumming against his palm, a frantic counterpoint to his own.
“It’s the storm,” Jungkook chokes out, the lie tasting bitter on his tongue.
Taehyung laughs a low, breathy sound that sends shivers down Jungkook’s spine. “Thunder doesn’t make your eyes dilate like galaxies, Kookie.”
His fingers dip under the waistband of Jungkook’s boxer briefs, the rough fabric a stark contrast against the smoothness of his skin. They trace the lines of his hip bone, sending goosebumps dancing across his flesh. Jungkook leans into the touch, a moan escaping his lips as Taehyung brushes his knuckles lower. 
The space between them is a charged void, crackling with unspoken need. Jungkook meets Taehyung’s gaze, his voice barely a wiper. “Do you…” he begins, the words failing him.
Taehyung’s eyes flicker with understanding. He brushes a stray strand of hair from Jungkook’s forehead, his thumb lingering against the soft skin. “Do I want you, Kookie?” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. “Always have.”
With a sudden boldness, Jungkook closes the remaining distance, pressing his lips against Taehyung’s in a hesitant kiss. It is a spark, a tentative flame igniting in the storm. Taehyung responds with a groan, deepening the kiss, his lips hot and demanding against Jungkook’s.
Their tongues tangle, a desperate exploration of unchartered territory. Jungkook tastes rain, adrenaline, and a sweetness that is uniquely Taehyung. His hands fumble with the hem of Taehyung’s shirt, a desperate need to feel more, to touch every inch of him.
Taehyung mirrors his urgency, pulling Jungkook closer, his hands roaming up and over his back, tracing the curves of his spine. They stumble back, colliding with a bookshelf, sending a shower of leather-bound volumes scattering across the floor.
Laughter mingles with gasps as they further entangle themselves. The laughter dies down quickly and is replaced by a smoldering silence. Taehyung’s hands trail across Jungkook’s skin, brushing delicate touchpoints. Jungkook shivers, a delicious mix of anticipation and fear coursing through him. 
Taehyung’s eyes, dark and intense under the dim light, hold Jungkook captive. He leans in slowly, his lips hovering just a breath away from Jungkook’s ear.
“Let’s make this storm unforgettable,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly.
Jungkook’s heart stutters in his chest. Taehyung’s words hang heavy in the air, a promise of something wild and exhilarating that he can’t seem to deny. 
He nods, a silent agreement, and Taehyung’s lips meet his in a kiss that is both fierce and tender. Jungkook’s hands find their way into Taehyung’s hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Their bodies tangle together as they makeout against the hard shelves of the bookcase. 
Time seems suspended as they strip each other of their remaining clothing items. Their mouths exchange heated exhales as they press tightly together, not leaving a modicum of space between them. Jungkook’s fingers press fervently into the deep caramel skin of Taehyung’s back. Their hips rut forward together, their lengths stroking against each other. 
A whine is pulled from the younger man’s throat, his head thrown back as he clings to the other. Taehyung gives a squeeze to his hips. “Give me one second.”
Taehyung dashes away, crouching next to his bag as he digs frantically through it. It’s only seconds, but feels like minutes before he returns triumphant, a travel-sized bottle of lube in his grip.
Jungkook eyes him warily. “Should I be concerned that you carry that around with you?”
Taehyung huffs, “Stop looking gift horses in the mouth, Kookie.” With a hand on the younger’s hip, he spins the man around. He can’t stifle the groan as he takes in the firm roundness of Jungkook’s tight ass.
His hands run over the smooth expanse, freely fondling the bounty in front of him until Jungkook whines at him and bucks his hips needily. Taehyung quickly uncaps the lube and coats two fingers. He warms the cool liquid before tracing the tight, puckered hole of the man in front of him. 
As Jungkook fights off the shiver that runs up his spine, he feels Taehyung’s long, tapered finger press inside. His head falls forward, his forehead thunking against the thick wooden shelf in front of him. He groans loudly at the delicious stretch as Taehyung works further inside.
Too soon, Jungkook is clinging desperately to the shelves as he nearly comes undone on Taehyung’s slender fingers. Taehyung presses sloppy, open-mouth kisses along Jungkook’s spine as he works him open. 
He curls three of his fingers inside the tight confines, and Jungkook cries out, begging for mercy. Taehyung chuckles low in his throat, enjoying taking the younger man apart.”You ready for me, baby?” Taehyung rasps.
“Yes! God, yes. Please, Tae!” Jungkook eagerly begs for relief.
With a slap to one of his firm cheeks, Taehyug withdraws his fingers, leaving Jungkook’s hole desperately clenching around nothing. Drawing his lip between his teeth, Taehyung quickly coats his length before replacing his fingers with his cock.
Both men moan loudly, the sound echoing off the thick tomes around them as Taehyung presses his hips forward and works deeper inside the other man. He doesn’t stop until his pelvis is pressed firmly to the round globes of Jungkook’s ass. Pausing, Taehyung works to catch his breath, trying not to lose his mind over the strangling grasp of the tight hole wrapped around him.
Clearing his throat, he asks, “Ready?”
Uncharacteristically, Jungkook demands, “Fucking move, Tae.” Punctuating the terse demand with a bucking of his hips back against Taehyung.
Taehyung’s lips part in a snarl as he grips the younger man’s hips and withdraws until only his tip remains before snapping his hips forward. He sets a hard rhythm, hips slapping fast and punishing against Jungkook’s ass. 
Jungkook does all he can to cling to the shelves in front of him as he is taken apart by Taehyung. His own cock repeatedly slaps against his bare abs, dripping a steady line of precum. It’s not long before Jungkook cries out, declaring he is close.
Taehyung’s fingers tighten on Jungkook’s hips as he drills even harder. Each thrust nailing that concentrated spot of nerves deep inside Jungkook. The younger screws his eyes shut, mouth dropping open as endless moans are fucked out of him relentlessly. 
It’s not long before Jungkook stiffens beneath Taehyung, and cries out as he releases all of the pent-up tension that had been building up between the two of them. Waves of pleasure rack through his body as Taehyung continues to thrust in and out of his clenching hole. 
Jungkook feels the bite of Taehyung’s nails as his hips stutter, losing their rhythm. With a few last thrusts, Taehyung’s hips still, and he can feel the thick cock pulsing deep inside of him. Taehyung slumps forward, barely catching himself by gripping the shelf above the one Jungkook is clinging to.
Both of their legs are trembling as Taehyung pulls out, a hiss echoing from both of their chests. Simultaneously, they seem to give in to the need to collapse and land in a heap, propped up against the hard shelves behind them. 
The echoes of their shared storm settle, leaving a peaceful hush in its wake. Their hearts, still humming in a shared rhythm, thrum against each other like a secret counterpoint to the rain’s gentle drumming. Moonlight filters through rain-washed windows, casting their bodies in silvery constellations, a testament to the intimacy they carved into the night.
Fingers intertwined, they trace lazy patterns on each other’s skin, the language of touch speaking volumes where words wouldn’t dare. Even in the quiet, the weight of their secret hangs heavy, a silent knowledge that their lives will forever be marked by this night. The library, once a have of dusty tomes and whispered knowledge, has become a silent witness to a new story blossoming in its heart.
Jungkook, eyes tracing the rain’s descent down the windowpane, feels a tremor of uncertainty. The path ahead, once familiar, now stretches before him like an unchartered map, filled with thrilling promises of possibility and chilling whispers of doubt. Will this survive the harsh light of day?
Taehyung, his gaze mirroring Jungkook’s introspection, squeezes his hand gently. In that silent gesture, a world of unspoken promises unfolds. Whatever comes next, they will face it together, navigating the unchartered waters of their new reality with the compass of their shared truth. 
As the first blush of dawn kisses the horizon, casting the library in a soft, golden light, they know they have crossed a threshold. The storm outside has subsided, leaving behind a world that’s washed clean, ready to be painted with the colors of their new story. And in that shared sunrise, they find a glimmer of hope, a promise that what was born in the heart of the storm might just be their guiding light.
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Lets sing the ducktales theme tune!
Anyone can join in! Who ever gets here first reblog this post with the second line. ONE LINE ONLY! Then the next reblogs and so on! There is 1 verse in the normal theme tune but so that everyone can be included we will do the extended version! (Race cars, lazers, aeroplanes is all one line)
🎵Life is like a hurricane🎵
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broomsticks · 1 year
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HP fic rec list: underrated gems of 2022
AO3 collection here. mostly ultra rare pairs, gen fic, character studies, and G/T rated fic. all are short <10k-ish reads (plenty of <1k ficlets) - do give them a read if any look interesting!
transports of delight by @swoontodeath (1.7k, G). The Knight Bus meets the Catbus. Sometimes destiny looks a lot like driving in the same direction.
pairing: Knight Bus (Harry Potter)/Catbus (My Neighbor Totoro). come for the crack ship, stay for the autistic stan shunpike. i’m a sucker for outsider POV and this is why — such great opportunity for some unique characterization, which this author took full advantage of here!
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Life of Pye by @houseofhebrideanblacks (9k, E). Augustus Pye sees patients at St. Mungo's.
SUCH a creative unique fic - love it when authors take their deep IRL expertise and weave it into the canon HP verse. as the author put it, for anyone curious about what a nonmagical doctor sounds like writing about what they imagine magical medicine is like, day in and day out.
“It’s Puddlemere versus the Cannons tonight. The cup final.” Pye stopped mid-stride and mid-thought, shoulders seeming to weep under the weight of realisation. “Oh no,” he almost whispered. “Oh yes,” Marge glowered, “and you’re alone tonight, Rupert is off sick.” “Good heavens,” Pye whimpered, his coffee seeming to shrink in his hand, both in potency and relevance. In the waiting room behind him, three blokes hurricaned in chanting “CANNONS, CANNONS, CANNONS,” their unconscious friend slumped and dragged between them. “You know how it is, Pye,” Marge turned and shuffled back to validate the young witch’s national insurance card. Speaking over her shoulder, she finished, “never a dull moment at Mungo’s.”
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Strangers In A Strange Land by @sleepstxtic (7.5k words, T). Helga, Salazar, and Godric dock in a strange land looking for the elusive fourth member of their team.
helga/rowena, founders friendship with POC Rowena Ravenclaw and Viking Helga Hufflepuff. CANON NODS and POC REP and FEMSLASH and a wonderful fascinating setting — ticks every single one of my AU boxes. another incredibly inventive and criminally underrated story.
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A Different Truth by @paulamcg (2.8k, G). A week before Halloween 1993, when a colleague appreciates his company, Cuthbert may feel alive, even though he's dead and it's Saturday.
ok this is the last time i will say criminally underrated. canon-compliant POA first person cuthbert binns & remus lupin. this could’ve been slash and i would’ve been sold on it. i love their friendship, bonding over literature (of course) and a walk in the woods (so unexpected, but works so well.)
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Meagre Pieces by @vdoshu (1k words, T). The Muggle-born Registration Commission is announced, and Andromeda feels sick.
The fact that the first Muggle-born Minister for Magic was a great victory for equality . . . one which was never again repeated.
@thistlecatfics’s trans teddy tonks x andromeda is taking over the world and i’m here for it. the political commentary in this. doshu you absolute wizard — you’ve got such range and you nail it every. single. time.
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O let the world come at you, love (currently anonymous) (5k, T). Twelve-year-old Harry tries to figure out his parents' polyamorous relationship with Peter Pettigrew.
the first fic for the peter/lily/james tag on AO3, gifted to me for this year’s rare pairs exchange, and it’s all the wholesome fluff i i could’ve wanted from this ship and more!!! so much poly rep!! background wolfstar+tonks (ish), dorlene+implied others, and just the perfect epilogue 🥰
"Does it bother you that your parents are with Pete?" Sirius asked. "No! I know they're polymers."
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Nirmal by @crazybutgood (2.8k, G).
postwar cho/padma. i ADORE this fic. there are literally LINKS to all the places and foods and songs mentioned, it’s an ENTIRE immersive multimedia experience in 3k words - a beautiful and horrendously underappreciated fic, imo.
hawa paani ka badlaav hona chahiye—A change in atmosphere is often needed to improve one's health or state of mind. Literally, a change in the winds, and the water. Parvati quoted that saying to us one evening last month, suggesting that it would be good for Cho and me. My parents knew that I had been with Cho for just over a year then, and welcomed her to stay with us after the Battle … Cho actually looked interested at the idea and suggested our home countries for a month each. And so, we’re currently visiting Mumbai first, staying in a Muggle area at my Muggle maushi’s place, in July—during the monsoon season.
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a heart the size of jupiter (a smile like the sun) by gghostish (300 words, G, no archive warnings).
linny, epileptic luna lovegood. such a lovely achy hurty little thing ❤️
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métamorphoses by @venom0usbarbie (5k, M). The blood curse took her grandmother. And now, she has to pay the piper if she doesn't want it to take her too.
astoria greengrass-centric, astoria & hermione (gen/possible pre-relationship). this fic wow. where do i begin!! the descriptive writing. the angsty family feels. the way barbie writes the blurring of thoughts and feelings and emotions into physical sensations is harrowingly good. check out everything else by her if you liked this, her style is inimitable.
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wood-rush and wildflowers by @nanneramma (500 words, G). Lily has a secret, and it's time to tell Petunia.
wonderful little canon compliant alternate character POV vignette, gorgeous writing. also reccing this horrorific pansy/tom (ad te omnis caro veniet, 1.3k, M), this gorgeously sad canon-compliant alice & neville (gaps, 300, G), and every single one of nan’s summer femslash double drabbles!
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covered in your ivy by @girl-with-goats (1.5k, M).
smutty BDSM remus/lily with planty metaphors that just work so well for this pairing!
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I Always Underestimate You by @patriceavril (10k, M).
sirius & lily friendship! multi-era, canon compliant, sirius/mary and jily. i love the way patrice characterizes this friendship -- it’s not always easy, and that’s why it feels so earned!
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Madam Smith by @lumosatnight (200 words, G). HOKEY/WINKY! SO charming and sweet and lovely and fluffy.
A Bleak Midwinter by @bluesundaycake (500, T). A Fenrir Greyback character study. feel sorry for baby fenrir thank you bye <3
Pray by @krethes (300, T). A Hope Lupin character study. yes hello hi read and CRY WITH ME
The Prince's Poems by @inmyownlittlecorner5. seven poems, misc formats. this author writes the most enthralling snape, and making it poetry is just !!! unfair. such powerful writing in so few words.
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The Crane Wives Examined: Fool In Her Wedding Gown:
Second in my Crane Wives series, first one here
The second album released, this collection centers more on love, both for ill and for good. Contrasting both the extreme highs and reliefs of love with tracks like “How to Rest” and “Icarus”, and more toxic and bitter emotions like “Tongues and Teeth” and “Back to the Ground”. If Safe Ship, Harbored was more of a mixed sea, this is intensity on every front: a hurricane. The whirlwind of love for all the beauty and pain.
Buckle in because this one is long. 
Icarus
A euphoric ending to a relationship that dragged the singer down, and now their former lover is flying away. And yet there is no resentment, as they wish for them to breathe cleaner air. There is almost joy in the singer’s voice in asking who he has become in the wake of their relationship. Now that they are free, who are they?
The orchard is the life they made together, once perhaps flourishing, but now a reminder of the one sided sacrifice it became. It wasn’t healthy, it bore no fruit, so it all burns to the ground, making way for a new life. Fire can be a destructive force, but it can also make way for new fertile earth.
There is not room for someone who doesn’t want to stay, who won’t put in the same effort. Anyone deserves to have their love returned, so the lover can fly away, he wasn’t worth keeping around. They’ve both torn what they had apart, and it’s not worth salvaging. Why lie when they can leave it be and let it rest?
The singer is flying away too, also free to soar and find new heights on their own. They’re spreading the ashes of what once was in the sun, until they fall back in love again, like Icarus.
Steady, Steady
There are expectations placed upon a couple to settle down. That one day all of the wild impulses of youth will fade into nothing more than dreams gone by. This singer sees this, hears the calls to ready herself for a quiet life of marriage. But she knows that isn’t her.
The shift in tone between the choruses and verses is the shift from quiet hesitation to wild abandon. A banjo line like a galloping horse, running for its life out on an open plane. The singer is in love, this much she knows, but the concept of traditional life and marriage is a plague, “all of our for good makes me ache to be alone”. What good is this love if forever means changing? The expectation of marriage is ill-fitting, and they’re feeling ever more constrained by it all. They challenge their love with a question.
“Are you so sure you’ve tamed me?”
Then the quiet returns, telling the singer to stay steady. That they’ll know when they’re ready. Life’s troubles and tribulations, the heat of the sun in this case, can make someone go crazy, lose all direction. But the singer says they’re ready to run, and the beat kicks in again.
The couple had talked about escaping the dead end town they’re in and moving out west, a dream that is fading by the day. The singer refuses to give up on it though, they won’t be stuck here, they won’t give up. They plead with their lover to keep up with them and run, they can’t stand the idea of staying and rotting away. At the end there’s an implicit threat, that if their lover can’t keep up, that they’ll escape on their own. It’s not their fault.
But in the end, they weren’t ready together, and the song ends on a melancholic note, fading off defeated. The wild abandon too much, and the future now is uncertain.
Easier
Getting over a betrayal isn’t a simple task, especially one where there is no closure. The singer’s lover left while they were sleeping without a word, and they’re left to pick the pieces up by themselves with no one to turn to. They wonder if they’d done the same if it would’ve hurt their partner, consumed their every thought like it does to them. The need to exact equal harm is so tempting, but useless in the end. Because it doesn’t change the fact that they were abandoned.
A change of scenery might fix things, free them from the memories hung on the walls and seeped into the soul of the house.
This house, this peace was the first and only one the singer’s ever known though, there’s so much anchoring them to this place even though it’s hurting them. What does one do in this situation?
And would being someone else make this process easier? After all, some are unaffected by these things. Some people can pick themselves up and live again. The singer just wishes it would be easier to move on. It’s never that simple though.
Logically it’d be better for them to pack up and move on. Leave this relationship in the past. But human nature is fickle, and so they stay, trying to convince themselves that it’ll get easier in time if they just ignore it and let it go.
Shallow River
A classic mourning of the love lost to another, the singer mourns a life she cannot share with a woman soon to be wed, knowing that they’ll never have a life together. The song starts with the metaphor of the red sky at morning, a warning sign of an oncoming storm. A flood is coming, a storm that threatens to swallow the singer. Her love is promised to another, a ring on her finger. She tells herself to settle down and forget the other. For her heart to be still.
Because on some level she’s furious, that her love is seemingly throwing what they had away for the stability of another, who can give her the title. Who can give what the singer cannot.
The singer then turns to her love and tells her to leave whatever they had in the past behind, let the embers flicker out and die. It’s for the best for them both. The title is dropped here, the subject the eponymous “fool in her wedding gown”. It’s heavily implied that she’s not in love with the one she’s marrying, and that this wasn’t what she really wanted. But now there’s no choice to make.
Any punishment that may come the singer welcomes, so long as her love leaves her sight and her mind. Separated forever more for both their sakes. And finally she calls her love beautiful one more time, saying that she’s “no one’s baby”, perhaps a mixed metaphor for how this marriage is loveless, and the one love she had she can no longer pursue. Forever trapped in this situation. The singer bids her farewell, telling her to keep the chains of her marriage off the ground, and to never think of her.
There does lie the question of why they split, but given the seemingly forbidden love angle, there does appear to be at least one answer. The singer is a woman, singing to a woman, A Fool In Her Wedding Gown released prior to the Supreme Court ruling that made gay marriage legal across all 50 states, so it’s possible that this was the only option that the subject had in terms of a future. Tragic, but all too real.
Strangler Fig
In nature, it isn’t uncommon for there to be relationships between beings that are unequal. Parasitic. The strangler fig is one such invader, growing over a tree and true to its name strangling out the host, sapping nutrients from it. So too is this relationship unequal and toxic, and the singer wants out.
Their partner trapped them in, building up a “kingdom” around them. Treating them carelessly and taking their options from them one by one until they couldn’t stand it anymore. They acknowledge that he can be charming but at this point his games are driving them even further away.
In the chorus the singer asks their lover to “climb me to the canopy”, like the strangler fig does. It wraps around the trunk in a spiderweb and kills the host. However the partner is using the singer, his desires will be the undoing of both of them. Perhaps not at the same time, but it will be.
After all, once the tree dies, there’s only a hollow shell of the strangler fig left behind with nothing to support it, much like this toxic partner will be left in a mess of his own making once the singer leaves and has enough. He preaches and controls the singer into a miserable life, and it makes them wonder how he’ll ever get anyone else.
The rest is a demand for autonomy and for their life back. For the effort and life they gave to be returned. They will not feed this parasite any longer and they’re making themselves clear. No more.
The Glacier House
Over time once a pair separates, changes occur. It’s inevitable, time shifts all things. People drift apart and find each other again after years and it’s hard to reconcile those differences. This pair were lovers once, and now after so long, the other is colder, more bitter. Eyes that once held sweetness are now vacant of life. Like a glacier their heart is unyielding and they’ve settled beneath its weight. The singer beseeches their ex to understand that they carry no ill will towards them, not really. But they had to leave that situation, it wasn’t healthy for them.
They tell their ex to bundle up, to try and make themselves warm even though they’re alone now. The seasons will change, things will get better, and maybe they can meet again as friends years down the line. They’re both not in a place to be near one another for better or worse.
Even though they’re resigned to bundle themselves in for now, shut away the world, shut out love, things will change eventually. They will have to heal themselves, as difficult of a journey as that may be. They made the bed that they lay in, and it’s up to them to change it, if they want that.
Tongues & Teeth
An anthem to the unapologetic, the dangerous, the wolf not bothering to wear sheep’s clothing. An unstoppable train of a song, the banjos and drums lively and bouncing. There is a cloying sweetness to the instrumentals in the quieter moments, but it’s all a ruse.
The singer is all sharp edges finely honed over the years. A mouth barbed and stinging, and that’s all they can offer. An attempt at sweet gestures, a kiss, a moment of tender affection will only end in pain for the other. They sing this with an audible grin, as if taunting the other to lean in closer if they dare.
There’s a patronizing air as if they’re patting their lover on the head, understanding that they mean well, but nothing they can do will change who they are. “I am not a vessel for your good intent”. They’re honest, if anything, they only want to break and use, be themselves no matter the consequences for anyone else. It’s a pattern, one they’re more than aware of. But if the other is fine like that? Well who are they to stop them?
But they do warn again that any preconceived notions of traditional love or idealization of them will fall through. They belittle the notion of the dreams of who she might be, knowing that her lover’s expectations will never be satisfied. Mere fantasies. Then there is a warning, saying this will fall through, a crack in the facade of uncaring glee. They’re desperate to keep their genuine feelings hidden away in a small box. Perhaps in small moments before things fall apart the other may see a glimpse of what lies beneath. But she’d prefer the blindness, it’s easier.
There’s another howling warning, as if she’s shouting to the winds that she’ll ruin her lover before she shifts to a softer tone, acknowledging that she’s ruined others before and will in the future. It’s in her nature.
Then the growl returns, warning that she’ll poison any happy thought, any good thing her lover’s ever had. Using them up and throwing them away when she’s done, but so long as they know… she’s fine with that.
It ends as wild as it starts with more howling, she’s riding off into the sunset, untamed and unchanged.
Back to the Ground
There’s not much to do once a relationship has run its course. There’s an exhaustion, a resignation like laying down to die. The singer knows that this is it, that there’s nowhere else for this transaction to go.
They’ve been shelved emotionally, collecting dust as the pair drifts apart. Yet at the same time, they carry all of the memories of what once was. The knowledge of their partner. They may be tired and worn, but as they say “there’s nothing about you I don’t know”. And with that knowledge, they confess that they know that this is coming to an end. Asking, pleading, for the breakoff to be gentle. To be given back to the ground, to be given peace.
They put all they could into the relationship, trying to make the relationship flourish. But the seeds didn’t have the right soil, or were simply doomed from the start. The relationship dies, the buds dying, the warmth and love dying, but there’s an element of grief there as well. The singer doesn’t want to let go, but has to.
There’s a callback to “The Glacier House”, as the singer says that their hearts lay under frozen soil and ice, both stewing in their misery. But the singer will escape, and only wants to be let go with grace back to the ground.
Show Your Fangs
A battle cry, a declaration in the style of an old western. Wavering like the desert heat rippling off of the sands. It is the song of a lone woman, wandering the world to find herself again. Rejecting the weight and sins of her past on a path all her own. Trying to find a new way.
She finds comfort in the night, among the stars, the light of day bringing with it a sun that threatens to burn her, and an anger that boils within. A wedding on the horizon.
And she won’t have it. She refuses to be the meek, demure bride shuffling obediently towards her fate. She is a lioness, capable and willing to defend herself at all costs. As she's run away from the wedding that was to come, defying the expectation of others. Making a makeshift tent out on her own, knowing her husband-to-be never truly understood a single thing about her. 
Once this might’ve been the end for her, making it out on her own in the endless heat, but she’s calloused and won’t give up so easily. In the face of a threat, beasts snarl and show their fangs as a warning. She is the product of all of those who came before her. Forced to live in loveless marriages and try to pass their knowledge onto the next generation in hopes that their mistakes wouldn’t be repeated. And the singer has forged weapons from that knowledge and is ready to use them. 
Showing her true self to the world. 
Once & For All
Similar to “Back to the Ground” this is a story of a relationship falling apart, but this is not a slow decay. Not a war of attrition. This is a prolonged battle, one fought on every angle and from every side. No one’s won, it’s a continuous net loss.
The singer wants to put an end to it once and for all, her anguish echoing through the other singers, showing the mutual frustration between both parties.
There’s a desperate back and forth in their relationship, one that the singer fought for, and yet they found themselves on the receiving end of the breakup. Caught off guard by the cut off. They resent that their partner walked away first, in spite of them wanting to before. What else could it be but a betrayal?
They hope that their partner will regret it, that their blood will forever stain their hands. That one day they’ll regret walking away and find no enjoyment or joy in the break-up.
At the end there’s only resignation, this song and dance too exhausting to keep up. They’ve promised themselves before that they’d walk away once and for all and yet they didn’t. The desire to leave strong but not strong enough to drive the final nail in that coffin. So they simply repeat once and for all to themselves, and wait for the inevitable. If their partner returns, the cycle will continue once more.
Canary in a Coal Mine
Is there an image as evocative as the canary in the coal mine? The small beacon of light and song in the dreary dark, singing until the fumes threaten to choke it out. A warning to the miners who rely on it to leave before the carbon monoxide kills them too.
Here, the singer is the canary, trying to be the light in the dark as both of them try to heal from old wounds. Twin open graves that threaten to bury them alive in the dark. The black air and lungs indicative of those who toiled in the coal mines and lost their years to the toxins in the ground. The singer wonders if they’re the only one keeping their partner alive when their hope is gone.
But is that all that they are? Are they like the canary, only valuable as a warning sign that things have gotten too deadly to continue? They hope that this isn’t so. In reality, miners cared deeply for the birds that brought a piece of the outside world down into the depths but the imagery is one in popular culture that stands for a sacrifice. A lesser being meant to keep another safe.
So they keep trying to keep the other afloat, willing to take whatever empty promises they’re given if it means that their songs have meaning. That is enough. But what happens when the singer has nothing left to give? When the darkness claims them? Will their lover stay? Will their love’s recovery from the trauma that clings to them both like blackened dust in their lungs mean that they’ll turn around and help them too? Or will they be abandoned. A canary who can no longer sing.
They’ll keep burying themselves in the woes and worries of their partner, and hope that even if it kills them, it’ll be alright.
How to Rest
A song of healing, of recovering after a deep and unending hurt. It’s so easy to seclude oneself away from the world. Build a fortress around the heart and let no one inside out of the sheer terror that vulnerability will lead to pain once again. Trapped in the land of regrets and fear. It’s easy to convince oneself that this is safety and shelter, but it is a prison devoid of what makes life rich and full. This “sanctuary” has no light, no ambition to grow, no person to share in the highs and lows with. In spite of all the fear, you’ll leave that castle because what you yearn for, it’s stronger.
You wanted an escape from that prison, no matter what you told yourself.
And you’re not alone, so many people vow to try to never love again after their heart is broken. That they won’t need someone else to share their lives. But they’re making a liar of themselves in a vain attempt at comfort. The desire, the all too human desire, for companionship isn’t something that one can put away and forget about. Love doesn’t know how to rest. It seeks to make connections.
There isn’t any place where one can go to shelter away from the world at large, or from one’s own emotions. They’ll act sometimes without regard for what is wanted. It’s a childish notion to assume you can hide from them forever. Acceptance is the way forward.
And then there is the thesis: the heart is a muscle with a rhythm all its own. It won’t just stop, emotions don’t just stop, whether you want it or not. Life keeps going on, the heart wants to feel again and will do what it can to make that happen. It needs to survive too. Love is the only thing worth being alive for, and vowing to cut oneself off from that is just an act of harm in the long run.
A note, I personally am aroace, and the sentiment “Love is the only thing worth being alive for” carries a different meaning for me than it might for someone else. The way I interpret it in this song is that “love” is not purely romantic, it is the culmination of care and joy one can get from friends, from family, from passions, and so on. This isn’t strictly limited to one expression of how a person can care for another. Personally I’m more agnostic on the term “love” but it’s an individual thing.
At the end of the day this song is about opening yourself up to healing and moving on from times when we’ve been hurt and wounded. Retreating to lick one’s wounds is alright for a time, but you can’t stay there forever. Go out, and find a new hope in the world. 
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babe, i need the lowdown on everything murray in "most remarkable thing". situationship???? hello????? (all the love from this corner <3333)
okay so murray gets like mad play in my head — that man bangs like a screen door in a hurricane, okay, he once disappeared to puerto rico for a long weekend in the mid-90s with some girl and when he came back and made an off-hand reference to a liseth joyce was like “wait i thought you were seeing that leon guy” and murray’s like “i am”.
there’s always some new honey that is being vaguely referenced, an off hand remark to a pedro when they thought he was seeing someone called deanna, and they’re like “honestly upon reflection were liseth and leon the same person??” (they aren’t; murray actually officiated their wedding years later — also in puerto rico. this raises more questions than answers, as far as joyce in concerned.)
he’s also still, obviously, kind of a recluse in “remarkable” ‘verse, keeps happily to his bunker, makes a nuisance of himself to the government — also he’s a published, best-selling queer romance novelist. (no one knows this; it’s under an elaborate pen name and also they are horrifically graphic. murray thinks they’re hilarious.) he’s just living his best life with his side hustles and government hush money and his bevy of extraordinarily beautiful lovers.
but to the question of his current relationship status: in ‘03, when murray was cleaning up on some very particular bets on some very particular usenet forums about a particular metal musician, he starts talking to someone called rosie (also called roosevelt). it’s more of an argument, really, and whatever it was originally about is lost to time. but they start talking, end up exchanging personal information, and yeah start knocking boots on and off for a few years.
murray is both somehow notoriously tight-lipped about his affairs and also a tremendous over-sharer — which is of course how they know names and also favorite sexual positions but very little else. he also never brings anyone around to meet the family which is why when he shows up with this person on his arm, this beautiful but ambiguously gendered person, saying, this is roosevelt, everyone is like WHAT. and then when he drops a “rosie, babe” all hell breaks loose because everyone thought those were two different people, and joyce is still pissed about the liseth/leon debacle of ‘97.
(they have been married since 2009. this information will never be shared, until such a time murray ascertains the nature and monetary involvements in will’s book, and only if he likes the person who has that particular bet. otherwise he’s lying about it.)
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ragefeathers · 2 years
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       he looks ready to pass out at any minute. man, everything just seemed so draining. ❝ i feel like i haven’t worked a proper job in ages and yet i’m overdue for a vacation. ❞
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            small starter call . // @spoonervilled​
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wordstome · 6 months
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@kneelingshadowsalome thank you for indulging me on the hozier songs xoxo.
Melody-wise, if you liked Take Me To Church and Work Song, you'll like these songs, they're rock with gospel and folk influences. I'm going to list the songs who have lyrics that remind me of our favorite nasty Austrian man, but I really do recommend listening to all of Hozier's discography. Long post ahead!
Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene - lol of course I start with this one. This one is mostly about an unhealthy dependency on a woman akin to a drug addiction, but these lines are so König. Also this song just rules.
Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh I lay my heart down with the rest at her feet Fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile It's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet
It Will Come Back - feral man becomes obsessed the moment you show him scraps of affection
You know better babe, you know better babe Than to smile at me, smile at me like that Than to hold me just, hold me just like that Don't let me in with no intention to keep me Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me Honey, don't feed me, I will come back
Cherry Wine - required listening for Hozier fans, such a beautiful song. Again, this one is also about an unhealthy relationship that I don't really associate with König, but these lines do remind me of Fatum Nos Iungebit
Her fight and fury is fiery, oh, but she loves Like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful, I'm all but washed In the tide of her breathing And it's worth it It's divine The way she shows me I'm hers and she's mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Dinner & Diatribes - drawing comparisons between the act of eating and the act of loving, my beloved
Honey, this club here is stuck up Your friends are a fate that befell me I'd suffer Hell if you'd tell me What you'd do to me tonight
Sunlight -
A soul that's born in cold and rain Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight And at last can grant a name To a buried and burning flame As love and its decisive pain Oh, your love is sunlight
De Selby (Part 2) - this song just goes hard asf
What you're given, what you live in Darling, it finds a way to live in you And your heart, love, has such darkness I feel it in the corners of the room
Francesca - this song is really beautiful and longing, it's based on a story about a forbidden love where the couple was put to death. Also, "put me back in it" is most certainly referring to pussy.
My life was a storm since I was born How could I fear any hurricane? If someone asked me at the end I'd tell them, 'Put me back in it' Da-darlin', I would do it again If I could hold you for a minute
Special shoutout to the line "Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I"
Who We Are - hehe the third chapter of Shrike is titled after this song. Bit of a spoiler, but without context, which is the best kind of spoiler >:)
I just held it tight So someone with your eyes Might come in time To hold me like water Or Christ, hold me like a knife
Butchered Tongue - also reminds me of Fatum Nos Iungebit
So far from home to have a stranger call you 'Darling' And have your guarded heart be lifted like a child up by the hand In some town that just means 'Home' to them With no translator left to sound A butchered tongue still singin' here above the ground
Unknown/Nth - this is a really bittersweet song reminiscing on a relationship that ended because he didn't truly know his partner. Again, I don't really associate the whole song with König, but these lines do remind me of Just Friends
Where a blinding light shone on you every night And either side of my sleep Where you were held frozen like an angel to me
Hozier also sings the last verse of this song so beautifully, it's like he captured the sensation of being at a concert and having the artist's voice so powerful in your ear. Required listening tbh
There are so, so many more songs I would recommend listening to, but these are the König highlights :3 Enjoy
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exhuastedpigeon · 2 years
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Here's a dump of some of my favourite Steddie fics I read in August.
Fics
sir stephen strider finds his suzie by lesbianrobin Words: 5147 - General Audiences  Short and sweet fic featuring Steve playing D&D. 
a map of everyone who loves you by phonemicengineer Words: 7177 - Teen A soul marks AU where your soulmates leave flowers on you. Soulmates can be platonic, romantic, familial, etc. It’s a great Steve-centric fic. 
you got me running like a hurricane by anniebibananie  Words: 13,687 - Teen This is a post cannon fix it fic that made me cry at times. It’s exactly what I needed. 
The World's Most Metal Soulmate Tattoo by A_Pirates_Love_For_Me Words: 17,272 - Teen Soulmates AU where big life events can change you, you can find a soulmark. Eddie finds a soulmark of a baseball bat filled with nails after his encounter with the Upside Down. 
what love is by kissesforcas Words: 23,345 - Teen Another nice little post-canon fix it fic. Eddie and Steve fall in love slowly, but not too slowly. 
Mutual Future by knell Words: 40,386 - Explicit  A wonderful little mutual pining, friends to lovers fic. Our boys get the happy ending they deserve. 
The One in Which a Time Loop is Fucking Exhausting by badpancake Words: 41,496  - Not Rated Steve gets stuck in a timeloop. It’s a really great look at Steve Harrington and his hero complex and how he grows as a character over time, even if the only one time is passing for is him. 
Sanctuary by SpicedSage Words: 47,583 - Explicit  Canon divergent fic featuring extremely BAMF Steve, Eddie getting pulled into the Upside Down nonsense early, and a slow burn romance.
Series
4B ‘verse by andthentheybow Words: 6,597 - Teen A fun outsider POV series where Or, the kids that live in apartment 4B are weird.
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ticketybooaziraphale · 7 months
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Unreal Unearth
Ok so I know that this is *technically* an album, but lyrics are just poems set to music so here we are. And because I can't stop listening to this gorgeous gift of music, I needs must talk about it.
First off, this album is arranged by Dante's nine circles of Hell so the song progressions go from Limbo all the way to Dante waking up. And what songs they are. I *highly* recommend listening to this album in order to get the full effect of orchestral wonder and lyrical feasting.
Even though the album is structured like The Inferno, the songs themselves are not necessarily about the characters (except for 'Francesca'), but they match a theme of each circle. Having listened to this album many times because it's so aurally satisfying, it is a joy to pick out lyrics that are so heart-rending but also so hopeful.
One thing I think Hozier has always done well, and in this album damn near mastered is dissonant sound layered within/against a more syncopated beat to create a kind of sound feast. Why people love 'From Eden', 'Shrike', 'Take Me to Church' is because he is not only creating rhythms that are *interesting* but also *not all his lyrics rhyme* which forces the listener to pay attention. Blank verse/slant rhyme lyrics are not unheard of, but almost any pop song regardless of genre has catchy hooks. Hozier always makes you work for it. And the lines are still devasting:
Do you think I'd give up
That this might've shook the love from me
Or that I was on the brink?
How could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily?
Now that it's done
There's not one thing that I would change
My life was a storm, since I was born
How could I fear any hurricane?
--from Francesca
Every time I listen to this album I find something new to digest. Butchered Tongue is one of the most haunting songs I've ever heard. I started learning Irish because of it. Abstract (Psychopomp) is like listening to a memory you shouldn't remember but are compelled to. Unknown/Nth is an empty maw of longing. There is a reason why the Good Omens fandom is losing their minds over this album because of the themes. But I raise you Our Flag Means Death and any story/stories that are about hope, yearning, recognition and loss.
Even the popier songs like Eat Your Young, or Damage Gets Done (duet with Brandi Carlyle) are more orchestrally and foundationally complex. The harmonies are sublime. What I'm trying to say is this album is incredible. It's not just an album, it's art--not in a pretentious way, but in the way that Sgt. Pepper, Pet Sounds, Lemonade, Dirty Computer etc. are art. Because they exist.
I'm overcome with the sheer amount of emotion and again sublime beauty Hozier was able to craft in 62 minutes. 62 minutes. That's all. Exquisite.
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petitmonde · 17 days
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They didn't even try to hide it
And now it sounds like AI garble to boot. Wonderful. How could the EBU think this was even remotely okay? It's still got the same meaning even if they used a thesaurus to distract us from the original.
Taken from Reddit. Makes it a lot easier to see what they're doing.
[Image ID: a comparison between the two songs Hurricane and October Rain. In red are the changed lyrics and in blank are the lyrics that stayed the same.
Hurricane
Verse 1
Writer of my symphony (red)
Play (red) with me (black)
Look into my eyes and see (black)
People (black) walk (red) away but never say goodbye (black)
Verse 2 (all black)
Someone stole the moon tonight
Took my light
Everything is black and white
Who's the fool that told you boys don't cry?
Verse 3 (all black)
Living in a fantasy, ecstasy
Everything is meant to be
We shall pass but love will never die
Chorus
Hours and hours (black), empowers (red)
Life is no game (black) but it's ours (red)
While (red) the time goes wild (black)
Every day I'm losing my mind (black)
Holding on in this mysterious ride (black)
Dancing in the storm (black)
I (red) got nothing to hide (black)
Take it all (red) and leave the world behind (black)
Baby promise me you'll hold me again (red)
I'm still broken from this hurricane (red)
This hurricane (red)
Outro – freely translated from Hebrew (all red)
No need for big words
Only prayers
Even if it's hard to see
You always leave me with
One small light
October rain
Verse 1
Those that write history (red)
Stand (red) with me (black)
Look into my eyes and see (black)
People (black) go (red) away but never say goodbye (black)
Verse 2 (all black)
Someone stole the moon tonight
Took my light
Everything is black and white
Who's the fool that told you boys don't cry?
Verse 3 (all black)
Living in a fantasy, ecstasy
Everything is meant to be
We shall pass but love will never die
Chorus
Hours and hours (black), and flowers (red)
Life is no game (black) for the cowards
Why (red) does time go wild? (Black)
Every day I'm losing my mind (black)
Holding on in this mysterious ride (black)
Dancing in the storm (black)
We (red) got nothing to hide
Take me home (red) and leave the world behind (black)
And I promise you that never again (red)
I'm still wet from this October rain (red)
October rain (red)
Outro – freely translated from Hebrew (all red)
No more air to breath
No room
There is no me anymore
We are all good kids one by one
/. End ID.]
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