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i just think nightlight straight six from tg&y are a braid jt's making me. crazy. the motifs the fucking. darkness. car travel. crime. someone who exists only at a distance, through phone calls. being high. being out of place. hopes/dreams/their futility.
augh you're so right about this !!!! the fucking!!! darkness!!!! aughhhhghhghghghhghghhghhghghg. all of these song conjure within me the exact same sort of hopeless grief. the inevitability of the end.
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partiallithopseffect · 8 months
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no thoughts just this live performance of From TG&Y I just discovered on youtube. this was posted 17 years ago. I'm going wild
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scatterghosts · 1 year
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From TG&Y by The Mountain Goats // The Death of Seneca by Jacques-Louis David
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One more night in this town's gonna break me, I just know Hang on to your dreams 'til someone makes you let them go -From TG&Y, The Mountain Goats
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lower-east-side · 2 years
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The Mountain Goats - From TG&Y (The Social, Orlando 3/14/10)
My offering to you today is a video I recorded on a little digital camera in Florida 12 years ago. I generally limit myself to recording only one song at a show (if even that) because I don’t want to watch a performance through a lens, and I am so pleased I started taping when I did because this was the first time I ever heard this song (which is officially unreleased.) I was also lucky enough to be right against the stage in this little venue, so I could just tilt the camera up instead of holding it out in front of me like a monster. Anyway this song has haunted me across thousands of miles and interstate moves and I wanted to share it.
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goingtothebes · 10 months
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unloneliest · 8 months
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night light / straight six / from tg&y
& again:
night light / straight six / from tg&y
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fructidors · 2 years
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mountain goats youtube comment sections are my favorite places on earth because you get *beautifully eloquent reflection on the song* "this song is trans and i won't explain why" *single lyric but with punctuation that makes it personal somehow* "upvote to let my friend ian know i love him" *melancholy and/or traumatic personal memory that the song stirred up* "HELL YES" *demonstration of extraordinary knowledge on tmg history and deep cuts* "JJJJJJJJJJJOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNN take me away"
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kryptonitejelly · 2 years
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hi friend! 🫶🏻
can I request a fluffy smutty one shot (hotch x fem’reader) where hotch comes home from a brutal case and finds the reader all snuggled up in his bed on his side, in his shirt 😍, and he can’t help but fall more in love with her. he goes to take a shower and tries not to wake the reader, but after a few moments he hears the bathroom door open, and he opens his bathroom curtain to see the reader undressing in front of him, and the rest is you know 🥵🥵
kels! my love, i haven’t interacted with you in a while and i hope you are doing good. i am so sorry i’ve taken so long to get to this 💞
NSFW - minors DNI I suck at writing smut slfjdkdk
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Aaron had come home wishing the same thing he always did when he walked through the front door of the apartment - that you would be awake, so that he could hold you, tell you about his day and ask you about yours. It was simple wish really, because all Aaron ever wanted was to have time with you; but not an easy one to fulfil because of his insane hours and unpredictable schedule.
He opens the door to your bedroom, the silence when he crossed the first threshold that was the main door already telling that you were asleep. Sure enough, he stands at the doorway, casting a tired figure, but manages to smile when he finds your sleeping form curled up into a ball under the covers. The heather grey peeking out tells him that you are in his shirt, an old FBI one, for the night. Aaron finds in that moment that he misses you, aches for you, loves you more that he thought he could.
He makes a beeline for the bathroom, barely making a sound and undresses hastily, because all he wants to do is get out of his clothes, scrub the smell of death and cheap black coffee from his skin and get into bed with you.
It is when he is standing under the hot spray of the shower, that he hears a creak. He turns just in time to catch you pulling his shirt off your body and pulling on the knob of the glass shower door.
“Baby,” he says, as you step in, hands winding themselves around his body, your bare front pressed against his, the water catching on the top of your head, sliding down your neck, arms, breasts, back, ass and legs, “did I wake you?”
Aaron frowns, chiding himself mentally for potentially being too loud, but he slides his arms around you, calloused palms running down your back, landing on your waist, fingertips skimming the top of the globes of your ass.
“No,” you shake your head and he feels it against his skin as you press kisses to his shoulder, neck, “you didn’t,” you pause, a hand sliding between both your bodies, fingers circling his cock, as you begin to slowly sheath your hand up and down his length, “I missed you.”
Your words, combined with the nip to his bare shoulder and hand which is pumping his cock lazily up and down drives Aaron wild. It makes him groan as he shuts his eyes. It had been three weeks away from you with barely the chance to call or text, three weeks of being wound up, chasing a killer through rural Texas - hell, he hadn’t been able to give himself the release he so badly needed because there simply had been no time. Aaron is rock hard within seconds, and he feels you smile against his skin.
“Missed me, Agent Hotchner?” You ask, and it elicits a growl like response from him.
“Fuck, baby, you have no idea.”
“Then fuck me,” you trail your lips along his neck, until they are beside his ear where you say the words, breathy, “because I’ve missed you too,” you say, thumbing at the head of his cock for good measure.
It makes Aaron reach down beneath your legs, but your hand stops him before he can swipe between your folds.
“No, just fuck me, please,” you look into brown eyes, which you know are asking you if you are sure, because it had been three weeks and Aaron was sizeable, “I need you Aaron.”
It is all he needs to flip you around, your palms press flat against the wall of the shower stall, back arched.
“You sure about this?” He mumbles, lips finding and kissing the skin on your back.
“Yes.”
You feel Aaron lining himself up with your entrance. He begins to push in and you cry out, slight discomfort bringing a prickle behind your eyes. He steadies you, with hands on your hips as he continues to push in, filling you, stretching you slowly. Your body adjusts, like it always does, and Aaron stops once fully in, waiting for your signal.
“Move, please,” you mumble, pushing your hips back against his, feeling his cock hit even deeper. It makes you moan, throwing your head back, eyes fluttering close at the sensation. Aaron moves his hands from your hips, up your body, sliding them across your shoulders and onto your hands, the front of his palms covering the back of yours; bringing you both closer as he continues to thrust into you.
“I missed you so fucking much,” the edge of his voice is ragged from want, need, and it makes you rut back into him, your combined moans echoing in the shower stall with the spray of the water splashing down.
“Harder,” you pant, only for him to obliged, hips picking up the pace, slamming into yours without mercy. It makes you legs buckle slightly, and Aaron catches your hips, holding them up. He feels your orgasm before you, from the way your walls start to flutter around him, before your orgasm rips. The squeeze around him makes him moan, his head dropping against the back of yours as he pulls your hips towards him, painting your walls with a final thrust. Aaron continues to rut, fucking you both through your respective highs before he pulls out, his cum sliding down your thigh in a trickle as you turn in his arms.
He supports you, hands around your waist, as you loop your hands around his neck, body curling into him.
“I’m glad you are back,” you murmur against him, satiated.
“I’m glad I’m back too,” he leans towards you and you meet him in a slow kiss.
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polar-equinoxx · 1 year
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Presenting a dump of sorts!
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lord-squiggletits · 7 months
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The hard thing about liking Getaway as a character is that people are like "why are you mad people hate him, he's literally evil in the text" and it's like. Yeah I get that and I ENJOYED the way he was shown in MTMTE, the problem is that in LL his character got hit with villain degradation/idiot ball and so my beef with his portrayal is that I think it's shitty and underwhelming writing.
But like, it's really hard to debate about that because canon is the basis of the entire analysis, and if your contention of canon is basically "he would not fucking say/do that" then that means a near-complete rejection of canon in favor of headcanon and you can't really "debate" personal opinions in that way.
Anyways, LL Getaway sucked and the most charitable interpretation one could have of how he was written is that he was a victim of JRO needing to wrap up a billion plotlines at once and getting shafted because the mutiny plotline had to resolve really fast. Which is a flaw of LL and a bunch of its characters/plots in general, not me being an "apologist."
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bloomingtrans · 7 months
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the bass line in unreleased mountain goats songs is something that can be so personal
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scatterghosts · 1 year
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From TG&Y by The Mountain Goats // La Fete Sauvage by Adrienne Stein
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Called my friend in New York, three thousand miles away Halfway through her metamorphosis, nothing I could say Hoard my small resentments like rare and priceless gems Hang on to your dreams until there's nothing left of them -From TG&Y, The Mountain Goats
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mr-saavik · 7 months
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The great thing about seeing The Mountain Goats is that they will play an obscure unreleased song from like 15 years ago and half the room will know it anyway
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itsbecomeblue · 4 months
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band!ellie 2 headcanons and smau
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sinopse: ellie williams is the lead singer in a band (+some texts with her).
cw: nsfw after the texts with warning! swearing, explicit, reader works in a record store and ellie's a simp, not explicit if reader is fem or masc.
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☆ at first dina and jesse could NOT bring themselves to believe ellie found her girl, but then they met you.
“this shit's cringe as fuck but the way y'all act around eachother…” jesse starts and dina immediately agrees.
“yeah, she's perfect for you, el.”
“i knowwwww, i need her.” jumping like a teenage girl fr…
☆ sometimes she thinks her bandmates like you way too much.
“invite y/n to the next rehearsal too for real.” jesse says after you leave a rehearsal you went to.
“okay man i get it, she's amazing.” with an annoyed expression.
“so… invite her.” dina chuckles.
“no, i don't want any of you jumping on my girl.” but she does invite you anyway.
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☆ she's so stupid tbh, she's gonna sign girls’ tits after concerts and act all oblivious when you swerve her kisses.
☆ and swerving her is so fun istg, she's gonna try like 4 times before she's upset. UPSET! (she will go non verbal).
☆ the type to perform and glance at you like you're about to have sex right that instant (u will, after the concert tho!).
☆ she is a singer herself but turns on the tv and pretends to be the weeknd for you.
☆ she wishes she could rap… actually, no. she thinks she can.
"that was... something." you smirk and she scoffs, throwing herself on the couch she was standing on, mic in hand.
"i'm literally in my rapper era but whatever, you'll see." and you're full on laughing. "don't laugh." and you come hug her and say she's so so special.
☆ you can't open x (twitter) without seeing girls mourning your girlfriend… she's alive not single tho!
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☆ always late for everything, but she tries her best istg. you and the band are TIREDDD.
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☆ nervous about pda… but she likes it, showing everyone you're hers and she's yours.
☆ made a slideshow about how you should move into her apartment… that was kinda like:
“REASONS FRRRR 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯
ALL OF THEM 🤣
we're literally soulmates so we gotta be roommates too???
countless sleepovers omg i'm crying!
i'll never be late again (kinda😬)
we can get a pet tg 😯
i'll get to listen to u sing in the shower more and you know i like hearing you and singing with you while im in the toilet or even outside the bathroom
passionate lesbian sex before sleeping, after eating, doing the dishes, the laundry ALL THE TIME
i love you the most and i want you close all the time
you love me back (i hope) so you gotta want me close too
i want you as my wife asap
think about it, thanks and please my love ❤️”
you moved in… weak mf but can anyone blame you??
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☆ loves cooking with you for friends and family when they come over. just loves being with you in general but even house chores are better with you??
☆ comes disturb see you at your job, your bosses hate her and said they were gonna stop selling their album 😒 (they actually love her).
☆ switches from your serious cool rockstar girlfriend to your silly baby girlfriend in a second.
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☆ when fans edit you, reposts them and comments under them more than on her own (she has a folder of them on tiktok)
“that's my baby so stop gawking.(jk)” “whats her @” “id repost but my gf would be jealous, shes hot asf 🤤🤤” “THAT'S MY GIRL” “creamed💔”
someone said “ellie cant handle allat” and she replied fr “true, she the one handling me 💯💢” SHE HAS NO CHILL
☆ she pays the same attention to potential hate you'd get, she will block them… don't talk about her girl.
nsfw (cw: cunnilingus [e and r!receiving], fingering [e and r!receiving]. switch!ellie!!!!).
☆ you were supposed to be in the shower but ellie saw you stripping out of your clothes and she has to ask to kiss your clit, dropping to her knees. her fingers bruising your thighs and shes eating you out as if she'd been starving. you cum but she's not satisfied yet, she pulls you down on the bedroom carpet with her "give me another one, please." hands roaming your skin ever so softly, sending shivers down your body. she asks what you want, the position, how many fingers, she just needs to please you. and now she's on top of you, pounding you with her fingers and pressing down your lower stomach because she just wants you to cum again.
☆ she's gonna be in bed with you, almost asleep asking you for kisses, then for some touches... and you end up between her legs, sloppy nasty head and some slow fingering. your lips around her clit and kissing her pussy lips and slit and your fingers in and out her pussy. she's whining and squealing, playing with her own tits and caressing ur face. you're humming against her pussy and she's clenches "let go for me, ellie..." you coo and she squirts on your mouth and fingers. soft pants leaving her lips, soon stopping with her caresses on your face as you lick her cum. you look up, hair messy against the pillow and eyes closed. "i love you..." she mutters after you clean her and lay next to her "i love you." you spoon her.
a/n: this is kinda shitty but it's for who asked for more! @kyleeservopoulos @sameenatruther @harrysslutsstuff
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