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reaveries · 1 year

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gif credit to @robpattinsongifs (much higher resolution on their account)

summary: late-night visits from your definitely human boyfriend

pairings: edward cullen x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k (approximately 7 minutes reading time)

a/n: I’ve had this baby marinating in my drafts since January, when I was going through my bi-annual Twilight Renaissance. I was actually in the middle of writing a RE2R Leon Kennedy fic today and decided to put on a twilight playlist, and then I just knew I had to finish this one. It’s my first *published* non-RDR fic heehee (I have so much in my drafts, it’s insane). Anyways, enjoy (pardners)!

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It’s that dreadful time of year again.

The sun is making its curtain call as students from the nearby elementary school trip over themselves running home. Little girls and boys have sticky remnants of lunch peeking from the corners of their mouths and the grass is still slick from morning showers. But dusk is impatient in February, and its eagerness is encouraged in a town hidden beneath perpetual overcast nine months out of the year.

The school children ran past her window minutes ago when the sky had been painted brilliant indigo. Now, when she looks up the only thing left to see is her own dark reflection and the warm orange glow from a candle on the sill. Its tall flame stutters, collapsing and rising with the damp breeze.

A page turns, disrupting the otherwise quiet room. The only other noise that can be heard is a soft pitter of water dripping onto the floorboards from a coat hanging off the closet door.

She reaches for a mug sitting on the corner of her nightstand and promptly sets it back down upon finding it empty. It returns to its spot atop crumpled receipts and library hold slips belonging to the growing stack of books accumulating dust at her bedside. These books tower over the permanent nightstand residents: lazily discarded beaded necklaces, a sample bottle of floral perfume from Christmas, two little ceramic bunnies purchased from an antique mall in Port Angeles last summer, car keys, and drugstore chapstick. It might be worth convincing her to let go of some of these post-object permanence discoveries, but that is a matter for another time.

In a desperate attempt to comprehend the words she’s reading, she rolls onto her back and extends her arms straight in the air so the book hovers a foot from her face—a change of perspective to freshen the mind.

It does not help.

No matter how much she shifts or squints, the antiquated prose remains stubbornly uninviting. She can’t fathom why anyone would willingly subject themselves to something so archaic and convoluted and furthermore, recommend it as one of their favorite novels.

With a huff, she adjusts the headphones at her ears, hoping the music will clear her mind. But despite her best efforts, the book slowly drifts closer to her chest and her eyelids grow heavier as the music lulls her into a dreamless sleep.

When she wakes to cold fingers grazing her jaw it’s impossible to tell whether she’d fallen asleep or if she just blinked. The weight of the headphones gently disappears as they’re pulled off and set down on the nightstand. She grumbles incoherently and stretches out her legs, not unlike a cat after a long, difficult day of lounging around. Her eyes begrudgingly flutter open and immediately find him only inches away. He’s watching her, peering down with a twinkle in his amber-colored eyes.

“Edward…” she whispers.

“Dracula,” he says, eyebrows raised as he makes the observation. “I thought you didn’t like Gothics.”

She reaches a finger into the book on her chest and folds the page over before tossing it carelessly into the sea of knitted and quilted blankets at the foot of the bed. With the haze of sleep still clouding her eyes, she smiles sheepishly up at him.

“I’m trying.”

He chuckles lightly and brings his hand to her hair again, brushing stray strands off her forehead and tucking them behind her ears before leaning down to place a chaste kiss above her eyes. Though his lips are soft, the icy touch of his skin sends a shiver down her spine. He’s always cold; a result of his anemia, he says. However, the downpour that's dampened his hair and clothes to his skin has chilled him even more so.

In an effort to sit up, she raises herself onto her elbows and catches a glimpse of the bright red digital numbers on her bedside clock.

“You’re late, you know,” she chides, watching him settle uncomfortably at the head of the bed. He sinks down among the pillows, their plushness contrasting humorously with the stiffness of his demeanor. He reaches behind his back and tugs free a stuffed rabbit lodged between him and the headboard, then sets it down softly beside himself.

“I had to make a quick stop. I hope you can forgive me,” he says in a hushed voice, so as not to make too much noise in the resting house. His eyes flit towards the nightstand and she follows them to see a new item sitting amongst the disorder. A tall styrofoam cup with steam rising thinly from the lid. Coffee.

The mug she just finished sits right beside it. She’d considered brewing more but that was before being rendered unconscious by Bram Stoker nearly an hour ago. Her heart swells at his thoughtfulness, but a more pressing question comes to mind before she can voice her gratitude.

“How did you even climb up here with that?” She asks, reaching for the cup with both hands.

“I’m very…agile.” There’s a look in his eyes that tells her there’s more to it, but she chooses to ignore it for now with a shake of her head.

The taste is immediately harsh, significantly more bitter than how she makes it herself. Any trace of a smile dissipates and is replaced with a pronounced look of disgust.

“Good God, Edward,” she exclaims. “Decaf? What did I ever do to you?”

He laughs and takes it from her hands, leaving her still reeling from the unexpected taste. “As much as I love staying up with you, you need sleep,” he says, a hint of sternness in his voice. “You didn’t get any last night and you don’t hide it well.”

He says the last part sweetly, tilting his head to the side and following her motions with his eyes, watching her pick up the stuffed rabbit by its cotton paw.

“Don’t hide it well?” She repeats, the indignation in her voice contrasting with the softness of the toy as she raises it high into the air and brings it down against his chest with a soft thud. “Well maybe I wouldn’t have to hide anything if you—weren’t—keeping—me—up—all—night!”

With every word, the rabbit hits his forearms poorly attempting to shield himself from the blows. Edward grins as she attacks him, the soft toy barely making a sound against his arms. He watches as her hair falls across her face in the midst of the unrelenting attack, the warm glow of the candle casting a soft halo around her.

But then, his amusement fades as he sees the exhaustion in her eyes.

He gently takes the rabbit from her and sets it aside before grabbing her arm mid-swing and pulling her into his chest. She sighs heavily and surrenders, relaxing against him. "I’m sorry," he whispers, his lips brushing against her hair. “I’ll let you rest tonight.”

Despite his tender words, a residual half-baked frustration lingers inside her. “How did you manage to stay awake in class?” she mumbles into his sweater, the words muffled. “I mean, you didn’t get any sleep either.”

He chuckles, as if privy to some inside joke.

“Well, someone had to take your notes for you,” he says, his fingers trailing through her hair in a soothing motion. “And besides, you looked so peaceful drooling away.”

She looks up at him, a hint of a drowsy smile playing at the corners of her lips. “I did not drool,” she insists.

He grins down at her, his eyes alight with fondness. “Of course not.”

She groans and buries her head into his chest, to which he responds by encircling his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.

“I’m never falling asleep in front of you again,” she grumbles.

His chest rumbles beneath her cheek as he laughs. “Alright, angel.”

He shifts his hand from the crown of her head to the curve of her back, tracing languid circles over the fabric of her t-shirt as the room fills with a comfortable silence. The rain outside grows heavier, tapping against the glass with a more insistent force. Her body is warm against his and he can feel the steady thumping of her heartbeat as if it's his own. A few minutes slip by, and he senses her breathing even out and deepen. Without disturbing her, he reaches for a nearby blanket and drapes it over her, then turns his gaze to the candle on the windowsill.

“Sweet dreams,” he whispers, as the dwindling flame fades out of focus.

This is his favorite part of the day.

Vague arrays of soft, muted hues and shapes swirl around in his vision, overtaking the warm surroundings of her bedroom. They morph into recognizable figures after some time, and he can hear them speaking when he focuses. For the most part, they sound as if he’s underwater and they’re conversing on the shore. But every now and then, a clear phrase emerges.

Suddenly, the floating shapes assimilate into a figure resembling him and he realizes what this dream is. It’s a recurring one he’s particularly fond of. He settles in and pulls her closer as the scene ebbs between reality and distortions of the unconscious mind.

He can’t remember how he used to pass the night hours before he met her. Books, records, films--looking back, they feel hollow compared to nights spent like this. Part of him hopes he’ll never know what it's like to want for this. But these dreams, and her thoughts in the waking hours, assure him he won’t ever have to find out.

#twilight #twilight fanfic #edward cullen #edward cullen x y/n #edward cullen x reader #the twilight saga #twilight 2008

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oldworldwidgets · 2 months

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TEDDY TIME TEDDY TIME

howdy pardners this is theodore dawson, my courier from new vegas :3 he is very large and very angry yet very soft and very gay and he is so precious to me

here's his playlist!! once again it's chronological so u can listen to his story like a fun yeehaw jukebox musical. i think his is my favorite of all my character playlists

alllll the teddy stuff (appearance, stats, story before the canon events of the game, fun facts) can be found under the cut!!! if you feel so inclined to read The Long Version written like a story where my longwinded ass spends about 7k words talking about themes and character motivations (and some soft gay longing perhaps), it's up on ao3 here.

appearance

31 years old; birthday sept 25, 2250

6’6 with broad shoulders, generally built like a securitron.

patches of vitiligo splash across his face, chest, and arms

bennys bullet hit the right side of his face, carving a path from his eye to his ear, where a chunk of his ear is missing

because of this, he's blind in his right eye. the blind eye (a light, milky blue) is always a bit more closed than the seeing one (a dark grey/blue)

dark auburn chin-length hair and a short beard, both peppered with white because of his age and vitiligo. a big chunk of hair behind his ear is white as it grows from the scar.

he wears a horse or cow-skin vest with a great khans patch on the back

signature black cowboy hat, either on the top of his head or tied around his neck so it hangs down his back

gold jewelry - dangly cross earring in his left ear, upside down cross on a leather strap around his neck, big ass belt buckle

bright red shotgun shells on leather belt slung around his waist for his shotgun, dinner dell

stats

SPECIAL: 8, 1, 4, 5, 9, 2, 10

favorite perks: confirmed bachelor, animal friend, ferocious loyalty, intimidating presence

story

his dad was raised in utah and was very strictly mormon. when new jerusalem collapsed, dad moved himself, his wife, and his first son to the mojave and found work on an NCR sharecropper farm.

teddy was born fifth of six kids: four older brothers and one younger sister. he, his sister hannah, and his brother noah all have very visible vitiligo.

the kids were all also raised strictly mormon. his whole childhood, they were very poor. "at least we have each other" poor. his dad blamed it on the NCR, who owned the house and land and animals they ranched. they owned nothing, and the NCR paid them little more than that. teddy was quickly disillusioned with the NCR, then with the three of his brothers who decided to join them. one brother stayed back to inherit the ranch.

turns out, the NCR was paying; dad was just gambling it all away. he was so deeply in debt to all the families on the strip that they all decided to cut their losses and burn his farm to the ground.

that's... that's the story teddy decided to tell hannah, anyway (he wouldnt tell u this but he totally burnt that shit down on purpose). mom, dad, and one of his brothers were lost in the fire. teddy and hannah made it out, waved goodbye, parted ways.

teddy took his horse, old red, and began running jobs for whoever needed them. he never tied himself to one organization aaand his jobs weren't always above the ethical board. really, it was luck of the draw that, on any given day, he was the one defending the caravan instead of stealing from it

when he eventually went searching for his siblings, he found that two of the three brothers that had enlisted, predictably, were killed on duty. noah, though, had absconded almost immediately upon arrival due to a nasty chem habit

he found hannah "working" in front of gomorrah on the stip - her vitiligo made them instantly recognizable to each other - but she pretended not to know him because she was ashamed. he understood and gave up, but not before she hinted that he could find noah at the old mormon fort

he did, in fact, find noah there, medically detoxing under the care of some hot, blonde doctor (bweheheh....). they reconnected and it was..... really nice, even when they talked about how ashamed their dad would be if he could see them. it didnt matter. the family disappointments were the only family survivors.

teddy and arcade quickly grew very fond of each other, with arcade even being the first one to call him "teddy" after he told the doctor his name was theodore. he decided, despite its cutesy nature, to keep it.

after finishing his open jobs, teddy decided to stay with noah at the fort and run jobs for the followers when they needed it. he got reeeal comfy with arcade, and their subtle, playful flirtations eventually became noticeable to others. his brother, angry and sick from chem withdrawal and still fighting his religious upbringing, could not handle finding out that his baby brother was gay. when he did, he angrily shouted slurs and threw bottles at them until he was sedated and returned to bed.

teddy left the fort that night while everyone but the night watchman slept. he struggled to recover from what happened and drifted listlessly for a while... until he heard the news that noah had fled from his "rehab" program in the fort the day after teddy left, overdosed, and died.

the news spurred something in him, and he went looking for a real family and place to call home. after excelling in his initiation trials, he found one with the great khans. for two years, he was their resident rancher, runner, therapist, you name it.

then: 2278. the bitter springs massacre. teddy was away when it happened, and he still hasnt forgiven himself for it.

he spent the next three years drifting - again. hunting NCR. somehow racking up bounties in seemingly every single tribe in the mojave. his infamy, believe it or not, helped him survive: when he came across those who would kill him or turn him in, they seemed to prioritize who got to turn him in and collect the bounty over keeping themselves alive. whoops!

it was exhausting, though. drifting, killing, taking on the wasteland completely alone (except his beloved animals) took a heavy toll on teddy. he'd always been a killer and an outlaw, but he'd always been paid to clear other people's consciences. now, he felt he was only killing people to run from the consequences of his own actions. it was exhausting.

so, when three strangers – one in a loud, black-and-white checkered blazer – tried to knock him out and bind his hands, well… he had no reason not to let them.

*aint that a kick in the head starts blaring*

fun facts

hes not a big chem guy but hes such an alcoholic. in game he keeps at least 10 whiskeys on him at all times but would prefer to drink a sarsaparilla over using a stimpak.

he needs glasses pretty badly for his one seeing eye but he’s too stubborn to wear them

his scars always look a bit irritated because he doesnt take care of himself

he was a big pistol guy before benny shot him, but after he went blind in his aiming eye and started suffering from bouts of dizziness, he became a shotgunner. they require a far-from-perfect style of aiming

#BEHOLD: TEDDY #tw: religion #tw: overdose #not teddy but an important (non-canon) character #oc: teddy #oldworld.ocs #fallout new vegas #new vegas oc #fallout oc #fnv oc #courier six #fnv courier #arcade gannon #followers of the apocalypse

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 9 months

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tuesday again 7/18/2023

idk man i just work here

listening

not another rockstar, maisie peters. spotify

this is a little poppier than i generally prefer-- the first knee-jerk comparison i can make for the vocals is taylor swift, esp in the first verse? luckily for everyone, i was white-knuckling it down the katy freeway (26 lanes. never again) and did not have the extra concentration necessary to skip it on whatever autogenerated dance playlist spotify spat out for me. as a fellow woman with a Type, i must tip my hat to ms peters.

Hmm, funny I could pick 'em in a line up, line up Pretty certain I could do it with my eyes shut, eyes shut A little self-obsessive and I sign up, sign up Where's the pen? Where's the line?

@pasta-pardner has made a gorgeously lush electronic/indie pop cowboy playlist. my very favorite song (so far, still have it on loop) is Horsie by Twilight Circus Dub Sound System. it sounds like the opening theme to Samurai Champloo. it ripples and grooves. it lives somewhere between rock and reggae. the whole album is incredible music to hang out to.

reading

retractionwatch (my beloved) linked out to datacolada.org in a recent article and my ears perked up. data colada gets REAL deep into the investigative reporting of specific papers, including some fascinating excel sleuthing. they use CalcChain!!! i thought i was the only one who used CalcChain!!!

CalcChain tells Excel in which order to carry out the calculations in the spreadsheet. It tells Excel something like "First solve the formula in cell A1, then the one in A2, then B1, etc." CalcChain is short for 'calculation chain'.

one of my worst traits as a person is that i looooooooove an academic trainwreck. i love watching academia eat itself. i love watching people get caught for sloppy shit like "excel file sorted REAL weird, pointing to tampering with individual data points"

watching

new jennings motor sport!!! the oil change is. hough. impressively disgusting. oil does some funky shit when it's been sitting for ??? decades

youtube

playing

ive been playing genshi/n impact like it's my job. having a lot of thoughts about crunch, and content, and player expectations vs shareholder expectations and Line Go Up and if AAA free-to-play video games are at all ethical to play for anyone ever, but hey! look at this snarky catgirl!

also lol. lmao. this is a game for children. we are all aware of the restrictions and limitations placed upon games for children in the chinese and american markets so yeah the answer is going to be yes, every time

making

lately i have been going to my best friend's house after work (what an unimaginable sentence a month ago) and hanging out and watching whatever toddler shows are on tv while we shoot the shit and i knit. there's another half-repeat on the baby blanket for the baby who has just turned four months old, but it's in the car and the night is dark and full of mosquitoes.

i literally cannot do any life shit, even most doctor's appointments, until i have a real physical stable address so all i am really doing is knitting and playing genshi/n and opening and closing my email like the fridge. i have one security deposit back from the old mass apt plus one more paycheck (but, crucially, not the nearly $2k from the roach apt and we are rapidly approaching lawsuit time) so the cat and i are a little bit more stable/able to put down a security deposit on something else the minute it comes along. this would not have been possible without the incredible generosity of readers like you during that very bad first week here. thank you. i want to do some sort of thank you...stream? liveblog? series of posts about something? but i'm not sure what yet. stay tuned. tell me your thoughts. what would you like to see?

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #SoundCloud #Spotify #Bandcamp

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o-mellowy · 2 years

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✨Oddly Specific MTMTE/Lost Light Headcanons™✨

• Drift uses Cards Against Humanity cards for tarot because once when he got high with Rodders and they lost it in the vents pretending to play Among Us

• Rodimus has a fondness for cowboy hats. And cowboy movies. And cowboys. And wants to become a cowboy. And have a cowboy pardner. And kiss his cowboy pardner and ride off into the sunset with them.

• Brainstorm has one of those pillow pet star projectors (he's modified it to show like 200 different star systems)

• First Aid listens to J-pop and J-rock. Half of his playlist are anime openings

• Drift's favourite game is animal crossing and his favourite villiagers are Beu and Kabuki

• Ratchet's least favourite game is Operation because he gets frustrated asking questions like "why would he have a tiny horse lodged in his thigh?" And Drift would have to drag him away from the game as he's still yelling abt it. Ratchet was banned from Game Night temporarily after that.

• Brainstorm loves spiders. Perceptor however, does not. Especially when Brainstorm forgets to close the lid to the cage (which he insists is called an "enclosure") and they crawl on his scope when he's in his alt mode.

• Pharma likes black licorice. This is what made him turn. The evil was rooted in the licorice.

• Ultra Magnus keeps little souvenirs from each planet he visits- he has a shelf dedicated to it along with info cards about each souvenir.

• U.Mags also hates coffee. black tea drinker ftw

• Rung is an avid tea enjoyer also (he's a chamomile guy, shocker). Have anyone come to his office at late hours of the night he'll offer green, peppermint, chamomile, lavender, and hibiscus teas.

• It was actually Swerve who introduced him and Magnus to tea, and they often have little tea parties talking about whatever.

• Nautica, Rung, Nightbeat, Brainstorm, Velocity, and Skids all host a weekly game night at Swerve's. Usually it's just them but if anyone else joins it always ends in chaos.

• Uno is banned from Game Night, since it more often than not ends in cursing and punches. Things get competitive. Rodimus and Whirl were banned from Game Night because of this.

• Percy has an indoor garden of plants he created or modified accidentally. So now he has a carnivorous alien rose and an invisible cactus he doesn't know what to do with.

• Megatron has a mini self care garden in his office. His favourite is his lavender and he gives pouches of lavender leaves/flowers to those he cares about

• Rodimus and Swerve send eachother fanfiction for shows they've never watched before

• Swerve has movie nights in the bar playing human movies every Friday. Except for Jurassic Park got stuck in the player so it's only Jurassic Park forever

• Drift crochets but he only has orange and white yarn so they all look vagely like Ratchet

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tyrianludaship · 3 months

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(No Content Warning or Disclaimer. We Good)

Finally finished my soft and more casual Engie playlist hell yeah

I had to listen to some country music for this so I balanced it out with blues because he would 100% listen to that too

(To that one person who was happy about Crane Wives being in my previous Engie playlist: I see you and there's two Cranes Wives songs in here)

Song List

(Money Is the Name of the Game by Buster Benton) (Sometimes I'm Right by Hubert Sumlin) (Lonesome In My Bedroom by Luther Johnson) (The Chain by Fleetwood Mac) (Can't Go Back by The Crane Wives) (9 to 5 by Dolly Parton) (There Ain't Nothin' Wrong with the Radio by Aaron Tippin) (Keep The Wolves Away by Uncle Lucius) (Old Ties and Companions by Watchhouse) (Doggone Cowboy by Marty Robbins)

(Yes; i am inclined to have Dolly Parton somewhere in the playlist because i can)

(Think I'm In Love With You by Chris Stapleton) (When the Night is Over by Lord Huron) (Know How by The Crane Wives) (Work Song by Hozier) (Honey Bee by Muddy Waters) (Hey, Good Lookin' by Hank Williams) (Real Love Baby by Father John Misty) (White Horse by Chris Stapleton) (Calm on the Valley by Iron & Wine) (Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton)

(<3 / The Self-indulgent selfshipping part)

Proships DNI

#Spotify #tf2 #tf2 engineer #engineer tf2 #engie #engineer #selfship #selfship community #💗🪛#character playlist

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rocket-69 · 4 months

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Get to Know Me Tag

As tagged by @twosides--samecoin

LAST SONG: I was just sent this song by @gilfrespecter and I've been chewing on it. I love OC playlists. I've also been listening to this one on repeat for basically the past month.

FAVORITE COLOR: Deep purples, rusty maroon red, and midnight blue.

CURRENTLY WATCHING:

youtube

LAST MOVIE/TV SHOW: Dungeon Meshi...

SPICY/SAVORY/SWEET: Sweet number one, but all are good.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: pardner

CURRENT OBSESSION: Pathfinder 2E. Playing in a living world

LAST GOOGLE SEARCH: I searched the word "chuff" to make sure it was what I thought it meant.

Tagging uhhh

@wildwildwasteland @gilfrespecter @mothgfs @deacons-wig @egopoiesis

#ask game #tag game #uhhh. feel free to ignore if you don't want to.#Youtube

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luckypinebooks · 1 year

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Introductions (or as we say in Lucky Pine, howdy pardners)

Hello hello! I’m an author who (so far) writes for the audience of her cousin and ridiculously supportive online writing group. But each story I write gets a little more developed and closer to being shared with a wider audience. Trying a new thing here and making a blog specifically for my book (or maybe someday, books? don’t wanna jinx myself) because sometimes Pinterest and random Google docs aren’t enough. So here you’ll find a diary of me clarifying my thoughts, maybe highlighting my favorite snippets, blogging inspirational pics and playlists, and just enjoying the journey of writing in general. If you happen to stumble upon this blog and stay - welcome, and hang onto your hats!

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suzycreamcheeze · 1 year

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tagged by the one & only @bodacious-cowboy for a url playlist ✨🤠✨

it’s a long one so buckle up pardner!

C - Capillarian Crest - Mastodon (DUH)

A - Abscess Time - Pyrrhon

P - Packard Goose - Frank Zappa

I - Instant Hit - The Slits

L - Leave That Thing Alone - Rush

L - Loot - Nerve

A - All Licking Tongue - Filmmaker

R - Rite of Krasue - Malignant Altar

I - Incubus of Bloodstained Visions - Mortiferum

A - Apple - Cibo Matto

N - Nothing Can Come Between Us - Sade

C - Carnage - Rawzilk

R - Rollin’ (Air Raid Vehicle) - Limp Bizkit

E - Eden Will Drown - END

S - SHIVER - Lesser Care

T - Third World Man - Steely Dan

tagging for either your viewing pleasure or active participation :•)

@sunp0isoned @gravegoblin @gravy-slut @estro-boi

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what-even-is-sleep · 1 month

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Tagged by @chiropteracupola howdy pardner! Thx for the tag

Last song: Abuso de Poder by Gabylonia (been really into a playlist called “Non-English HipHop/Rap” it’s super interesting to notice diff parts of the song (rhythm, tone, background, etc) and get more into the artistry when I’m sometimes otherwise so focused on the lyrics)

Currently watching: One Piece anime again ayooo. we’ll see how far I get this time <3. playing constantly in the background so I don’t think thoughts :|

Currently reading: The Count of Monte Cristo (audiobook format). ((Wow guess I’m on a kick with marathon media rn lol)). For school I’m reading Justice in a New World: Negotiating Legal Intelligibility in British, Iberian, and Indigenous America, Edited by Brian Owensby and Richard Ross. Very interesting, VERY dense, very law :( (I’m not a law student).

Favorites: broccoli with butter and salt <333, a capella, friendships, sleep, not being stressed (manifesting), getting really into subtext and concepts w/ mah peers & profs

Tagging: IF U SEE THIS U DO IT (if it’s not stressful) :3 <3

#mypost #tag game #I always get nervous abt tagging others so BOOM responsibility & vibes r onto yall #((also I would love to see more people’s vibes!! I’m a lurker mutual and follower but still like to get to know ppl internmittently :3 #))#in de Que

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dudefrommywesterns · 6 months

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🌺🛀🎶🎵

okay i added another music note by accident but i just love musix

🌺 How do you and your F/O cuddle?

i love being the big spoon with dude or cradling him face to face. i WILL hold that man.

🛀 What’s your favorite mundane thing to do with your F/O?

we do a whole lot of just sitting together and talking. i also like riding horses together.

🎵 List three songs that remind you of your selfship.

i have neglected to make an actual playlist. this is a short list of dean's songs my brain associates with dude for arbitrary reasons (limited to ones he doesn't actually sing in the movie):

youtube

comfy. just like this ship. could go both ways.

youtube

stolen from "pardners." i just like it. plus it fits the vibe as this is another old west type movie.

youtube

dean's cover of a country classic. i think it fits.

self ship sleepover asks

#i swear i listen to other music #gojofortnite #typewriter dings #dude

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pasta-pardner · 7 months

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spotify | art | He's back from the grave! Undead Nightmare playlist featuring mostly surf and garage rock.

#john marston #red dead redemption #red dead redemption: undead nightmare #red dead #rdr:un #jawnbie tag #technically i finished this playlist last year but never got around to posting about it on tumblr sooooo here it is now !#i tried to build the playlist around 'bad voodoo' bc its my fave song off the undead nightmare ost.#i included a few other kreeps songs on this playlist.. but i also tried to keep the music in-line with that surf/garage rock feel #theres lots of musical emphasis on strong electric guitar chords and lots of lyrical emphasis on death #yknow. the essence of undead nightmare #enjoy!! lmk if u give this a listen #pardner playlists #pardner posts #art #🤠

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uttering-joyous-leaves · 4 years

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this is a playlist of my favorite sad gay cowboy songs.

themes include: leaving everything behind, getting left behind, having a Friend, losing a Friend, being painfully in touch with your emotions.

open to suggestions if anyone has any 🖤 🤠

#the lost pardner #gay cowboy #music #playlist #orville peck #brokeback mountain #sufjan stevens #gay cowboys #bright eyes #lord huron #Spotify

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aesoterik · 4 years

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sorry 4 posting cringe 😔

#if i ever make a playlist for antonio now THAT #would actually be cringe lmao #whoa there pardner

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 2 years

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tuesday again 9/27/22

pretty bad fatigue week! fewer in depth breakdowns of media, more naps

listening Faster Gun by Little Big Town, found through chase @pasta-pardner 's incredible bounty-hunters-to-lovers playlist. this is. hm. what is this. bluesier than is currently fashionable country? not meant as a dunk on the song, which i have had on loop for days, there's a very early twenty teens quality about the mix. what the fuck do i mean by that? fuck if i know!

youtube

honorary shoutout to the line "Put another bullet in the chamber with your smile" bc that's gotta be like twenty fic titles. if not i have a new mission.

reading pinging off a lotta stuff, which is not the fault of any of the works and more that i am unable to settle and concentrate on any one singular thing for longer than about four minutes.

luckily, i have read this article, which details the practice of sending your local boutique owner a bunch of links to the shit you want and then she places the shein order for you and you go pick it up at the store.

this is absolutely fucking fascinating to me. it is not detailed very well how/why/if they handle the infamously gnarly returns process as well? i also wish the article went into more depth about Why this is so successful, other than "uhhhhh online sales in Mexico are low for uhhhhhh...cash? reasons? haveyouthoughtaboutinvestinginalastmiledeliverycompany"

Both Sandon and the Précomas’ boutiques offer the same prices that users might find on the official app. The way they make a profit is by making the most out of the gamified discount system Shein offers its online customers. “The more items you buy on Shein, the better discounts you get and the more points you earn to exchange for other discounts,” Guarneros said.

we do gotta hand it to them and i do fully support these women leveraging their network of friends from previous pyramid schemes like avon and tupperware in order to make bank by gaming the fuck out of predatory gamified discount systems

watching the unbearable weight of massive talent (2022, dir Gormican)

now, is this movie sucking itself off a lot? yes, almost constantly. however, i had fun watching it. i feel like nick cage The Guy is probably pretty chill and has a good sense of humor in order to agree to do this movie

i like pedro pascal The Guy very much and as an actor (one of the rare actors where i'm like "that's a hot guy! also, i'm extremely horny for him!" as opposed to a lot of actors that i do think are pretty [daniel craig, etc] but don't necessarily want to fuck) anyway it feels like pascal had a ton of fun making this. are we slowly returning to the tight ninety-minute movie???? i would have watched ninety minutes of cage and pascal riffing off each other. the plot in this thing was superfluous tbh

playing fallow week

making stock! i have two batches actually bc i inherited a bunch of stock fixins from the good roommate, who properly roasted the bones and saved the skin and everything so the first batch is really gorgeous and dark and glittering with fat. i skimmed some of the fat off but not all, bc the stuff i make never requires perfect crystal clear broth and i like fat. i did do the cheesecloth straining thing tho.

also feat. a whole bunch of my landlady's herbs (which have not had a very good time this summer) and an entire four-year-old bottle of bay leaves. can't hurt yanno. plus a parmesan rind from the aforementioned roommate. all items pictured here before transformation into stock

the second batch is still on the stove as i write this, with somewhat fewer herbs and no bay leaf, but smells just as good. tastes slightly less good so i think roasting the cleaned bones or whatever the fuck she did to them really does make a difference, bc i fully just plopped a chicken carcass in the freezer after i finished getting most of the meat off it and gave it no more effort than that. HATE having to do more work to get a better quality final product!!!

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #Youtube

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