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The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse – Werner Wilhelm Gustav Schuch // I Know the End – Phoebe Bridgers
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deelebee · 2 months
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hey so i have no idea if anyone will be interested in this but i made an edit and tiktok removed the sound so i deleted it and just uploaded it on youtube instead
i did it on my PC on VideoPad 💛
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dropinart · 1 year
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Part 2 in reblog!!
This is a comic that is technically for school but turning out to be much for for me. I’ve had a tumultuous few months with a lot of mental health stuff and figuring out what makes me happy and what doesn’t and trying to stick to things and failing, but what this little project is really about is finding solace in a person even when it feels like you’re stuck in your mess of a brain. But it’s honestly 100% up to interpretation <3
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destinyudogie · 2 years
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not quite here and not quite there
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THIS SONG! fuck. i’m cryinf. I know the end. wow phoebe bridgers you sure do get me. I hate this so much (lie. this is an amazing experience)
I love the contrast between the first half and the second. there’s so many amazing sections to it.
in the first, it’s slow, and sad, and there’s a huge sense of regret and nostalgia. a nostalgia that hits you in the chest and makes you miss your childhood even though you never enjoyed it while it was happening.
it’s confused, and calm and so so sad. “close my eyes, fantasise, three clicks and I’m home”
“you had to go I know I know I know, like a wave that crashed and melted on the shore” the person she’s missing’s departure felt inevitable, but she reminds herself of this bc she’s resolving her feelings through convincing herself that it’s ok. she compares the relationship to the troughs and peaks of waves that begin from nothing and grow so big and meaningful then fall back into nothing leaving with a sense of question as to whether they were ever there.
“not even the burnouts are out here anymore” is about the concrete nature of the apocalypse or whichever disaster is happening in the song. the burnouts are always pictured to have nowhere else to go, so if they aren’t present you know for sure that it’s serious.
“out in the park we watch the sunset, talking on a rusty swing set” evokes feelings of childish hope and joy through the imagery of the park and the swings, but also of an end of something through the sunset, and of the ruining of something that used to be nice, like the picture of the rust. it feels very mature somehow, like watching something beautiful coming to an end.
“after a while, you went quiet and I got mean” mistaking silence for rejection, and trying to avoid it by rejecting first. it feels like human nature and it hurts.
“I’m always pushing you away from me but you come back with gravity” trying to push someone away maybe because you don’t want to get hurt or because you think you’re not good enough, but the person will always come back because they have to and it’s destiny.
“and when the sirens sound you’ll hide under the floor but i’m not gonna go down with my hometown in a tornado” others being afraid but feeling like you have nothing to lose and running back to places you once loved.
then there’s those gorgeous rising strings that bring in the next section:
“went looking for a creation myth, ended up with a pair of cracked lips” trying to find meaning in life through the beginning of life itself, something bigger than ourselves, fiction and fantasy being better than reality. finding yourself disappointed by the fantasy, finding nothing that means anything as you were always going to.
“windows down, scream along, to some america first rap country song” showing that she doesn’t care anymore and that screaming like this is a form of therapy, and it’s not like anyone is listening anymore anyway.
“big bolts of lightning hanging low over the coast everyone’s convinced it’s a government drone or an alien spaceship” shows the intersection of fantasy (the lightning) with reality (the coast), then the conspiratorial ideas of those around her about what they are shows the panic surrounding the apocalypse in question. everyone rushes to a fear inducing idea because it can help distract them from the terrifying reality (fear of god)
“either way, we’re not alone” this references the aliens, not being alone in the universe, and also the government drone, showing the government watching everyone. It also references the fact that everyone is supposedly going through this together, but that everyone still feels alone.
“i’ll find a new place to be from” feels like a rejection of the place you grew up in, because of the vibe of the place itself, the people you were around or the memories you have of it afterward, perhaps tainted by poor memories. saying goodbye to a place that used to mean a lot
“a haunted house with a picket fence” a place filled with fear that is glorified and acts like it is perfection. the lies of suburban towns.
“to float around and ghost my friends” running away from those you love and ignoring them in an act of self preservation. feeling like other people are doing important things and you’re just “floating around”
“the billboard said the end is near” the state of the world as we know it and the way it tells you everything is over making existing fears feel much worse. it’s difficult to ignore feelings when they are presented at you externally as well as mentally.
“I turned around, there was nothing there” the world being destroyed as we speak. things you thought existed but maybe they never did. maybe you dreamt it.
“yeah I guess the end is here” accepting it eventually, even though it feels so against your core beliefs.
and, eventually. my favourite, the screams. the sheer exasperation. it’s fear, it’s anger, and loss and it really feels out of place with the perfectly written song. it fits a lot with the themes though. it’s like you’re finally losing it after being so coherent and complete. like trying that hard has it’s negative side effects.
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mothmanavenue · 2 months
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went looking for a creation myth, ended up with a pair of cracked lips
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innerstrawberrypolice · 4 months
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I LOVE PHOEBE BRIDGERS, RAHHHH!!!!!!
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vivrosita · 14 days
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𓏶 #⃞͏ Driving out into the sun
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Let the ultraviolet cover me up ⠀── ⠀♥︎
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god-of-this-new-blog · 3 months
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“Sorry that it all went down like it did”
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allthetorturedpoets · 4 months
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sometimes a girl just needs to lay on the floor and listen to i know the end by phoebe bridgers
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My teensy contribution to the wonders that are the de art community
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«i’m not afraid to disappear…»
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thebadwitch · 9 months
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to float around and ghost my friends 👻
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ghostlydragonoaftrash · 5 months
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The Gang: I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers
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to all my followers: I am very very sorry but I will be ranting about I know the end by phoebe bridgers for a good while yet. if you want to join me while I cry to this song:
here it is on spotify:
and on youtube:
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and soundcloud:
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gingerjolover · 6 months
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Julien with the prompt "I can't risk losing you again." <3
hi baby! i combined this with 2 other #30 w julien asks as well as two asks that requested a haunted house mini fic (i hope that's ok mwah)
wc: somewhere around 775 (short king!)
julien baker x fem!reader - #30 "I can't risk losing you again."
The orange and green strobe lights do nothing to help pave your way through the dark hallway, the panic rising in your chest as actors in horrifying makeup jump out, just barely grazing your shoulders and hips. This was not how the night was supposed to go.
5 minutes ago, Julien's hands were on your hips, your fingers interlocked with Phoebe's as she walked in front of you; Lucy in front of Phoebe, Billie behind Julien, your other friends scattered sporadically, effectively sandwiching you between them as you walked through the haunted house.
Signing a release was the first sign that this was not a good idea.
The second was the orange wristband Julien insisted you ask for as a precaution. “Do not separate," stamped on the outside.
Yet here you were, like a mouse in a maze, trying to maneuver through the twisting hallways, the exit nowhere in sight.
You swear you can hear Lucy's scream, but she doesn't sound near or far. The best thing you can do is hide in the corner, recalling the moment an actor with "melting skin" popped up out of the floor, your entire group scattering in different directions; you felt Phoebe's hand slip from yours, Julien getting pushed into a different direction behind you.
It feels like there's no way out; your breathing gets heavier, and the corner comforts you with promises that nothing can come up behind you. Your back slides down the wall, eyes squeezing shut, hands to your ears to drown out the screams and cackling.
You don't know how long you sit there before two cold hands grab your body, one on your ankle and the other near your cheek. You're instantly screaming, kicking, and pushing the hands away.
"Baby... hey, hey! Babe! Hey! It's me, It's Jule...ow don't kick me," Julien says loudly, grabbing your wrists. Your eyes try to focus on her face, the strobe lights behind her washing her out. You instantly wrap your arms around her shoulders, small sobs leaking out of your eyes, her hands moving to support your lower back. "Shh, sweet girl, I know, I'm sorry...I'm so sorry baby..." your tears soaking into her flannel jacket. She pushes you away softly so she can see your face, wiping your eyes as she presses apologetic kisses to your cheeks.
"You left me," you say softly, voice thick with emotion. Julien's heart cracks; your wobbly tone and slight rasp fill her with guilt, even if it was an accident. "I would never leave you on purpose, princess. I got shoved to the left, and when I turned around, you were gone..." Julien says sympathetically, the music getting louder, groups of screaming teens and young adults passing you where you're both hidden in the corner of a long hallway.
"C'mon, let's get out of here," Julien says, cradling your arms and helping lift you up. Julien aggressively grabs your belt loops, tugging you to her front, your back hitting her chest harshly, "Ow, don't be so rough," you grumble, already feeling anxious.
"I can't risk losing you again," Julien says, leaning close to your ear. She places a few kisses on your hair before you start to walk through. You've walked for a few minutes when Julien pushes herself in front of you, choosing to lead you, facing whatever is ahead of you first. She has you grab her belt as an anchor, walking quickly, telling you to keep your head down. It was like Julien had gotten familiar with the layout while you were separated, reaching the exit easily and with only 12 panicked screams from you.
As soon as you get out, Julien's face goes from determined to pissed, her eyebrows furrowing as she steps away and puts her hands on her face. "You have a fucking wristband, how did none of the actors attempt to-"
"Julien, please just... can you just hold me for a sec?" you ask, slightly panting, the adrenaline coursing through your body quickly.
Julien's eyes soften instantly, moving back towards you, "Yeah pretty girl, I- I'm sorry," before wrapping you up in a hug.
Phoebe comes rushing out, face flushed and eyes wide, a small smile lifting on her face in relief when she’s the two of you.
"Thank fuck, there you are," Phoebe says, moving to you quickly. Julien steps back and allows Phoebe to pull you into a bone-crushing hug. "I went back in because when we all got separated, I couldn't find you or Julien. Billie and Lucy got out but went over to ask the worker to find you because of the wristband and-"
"Pheebs I'm fine," you breathe out, a little overwhelmed at Phoebe's out-of-character quick and panicked speech. "Julien found me," you say softly.
"She kicked me," Julien says deadpan.
"Why did you kick her?"
"Phoebe, I couldn't fuckin see anything!”
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