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newcountryradio · 7 days
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New Country 27e jaargang  #T1227(S786) (C31)van 29 april 2024  (wk 18) uitzending op Smelne fm & Crossroads Country Radio
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John Anderson – She Just Started Liking Cheatin' Songs     *maandartiest
Rodney Atkins – It’s America   #1 15 jaar
Cole Swindell and Lainey Wilson – Never Say Never  #1 2022 
Johnny Cash – Well Alright    ///HARDY - Gin and Juice.
Cole Swindell – Forever For Me
Scotty McCreery - Cab in A Solo
Jordan Davis - Tucson Too Late
Tyler Hubbard - Back Then Right Now    .
Sam Hunt - Outskirts #1.
Ernest, feat Lainey Wilson – Would If I Could Album vd week
Ernest   - I Went to College / I Went To Jail (feat. Jelly Roll)  *album
Charlie Rich – She Called Me Baby   Entertainer    1974
Shenandoah - Next to You, Next To Me
Michael Ray. Whiskey And Rain 1988
Merle Haggard – If we Make It Through December  
Zac Brown Band - Tie Up  favoriet 
Anne Wilson - God & Country    sofi
Willie Nelson  ea - Angel Flying Too Close To The Ground classic album
Willie Nelson  ea - I Guess I've Come To Live Here In Your Eyes
Willie Nelson  ea - Angel Eyes (Emmylou Harris)
Pokey LaFarge -  So Long Chicago.
Phil Vassar - The Last Day Of My Life   (3 in 1)
Phil Vassar – Just Another Day In Paradise
Phil Vassar – In Real Love.
Ernest - Dollar To Cash     album
Beyonce – Jolene     -   #1 album.
Tyler Childers - Going Home (Live)
The Wilder Blue - I’m Your Man
The Allman Brothers Band, -Ramblin' Man.
Hayden Baker - Don't Meet Your Heroes (feat. Brad Paisley).
Dierks Bentley - Every Mile A Memory (Truck Song
John Anderson – I Just Came Home To Count the Memories    maandartiest
Kenny Chesney -  The Way I Love You Now  juweeltje
Riley Green – Jesus Saves    
Ernest - Why Dallas (feat. Lukas Nelson)      Album vd week
Change Of Key -  Home Away from Homesick Blues    Dutch corner
Change Of Key - Paper Doors into the Past .  .Dutch corner.
Change Of Key - Fire & Water   Dutch corner
Willie Nelson - The Border
George Strait - Love Without End, Amen  #5 1989
Garth Brooks - Friends In Low Places  -. #4
Alabama - Jukebox In My Mind #3
Garth Brooks - Unanswered Prayers #2
Alabama - Forever’s As Far As I'll Go    #1
Alan Jackson - Long Hard Road .
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Album van de week: Ernest – Nashville, Tennessee 
Classic album:  Willie Nelson & Family/Soundtrack – Honeysuckle Rose       1980
Hits of the Year : 1990
Maandfavoriet :  Zach Brown – Tie Up              
Maandartiest : john Anderson   
3 in 1:  Phil Vassar         
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fake-assthetic · 6 months
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Some Spotify Playlists for you to Enjoy
"I lived in New England for 6 months: this is the product of that"
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"Studio Ghibli for my Declining Mental Health"
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"Sheriff of a Small Town that Just had a Murder"
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"Can't be a Breakup Playlist if I've Never Been Broken Up With"
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"You'll Find Someone...It Just Ain't Me"
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"I'm the Strong Independent Sci-Fi Female"
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"I Went to Harvard in the 90's"
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"I Like to Pretend I'm the Main Character But My Name is Emma"
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"Play This When You're About to Have a Heart to Heart With Your Depressed Friends"
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"Music to Dissociate to"
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"DM Music to Set the Vibe"
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"Songs That Scratch a Very Specific Part of My Brain"
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"Christmas is More Fun After you Stop Being Catholic"
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If you are possibly still doing song promts, not sure if you're into country music however, "Unforgettable" by Thomas Rhett is a very cute, romantic song that I believe will suit Supercorp very well, thank you.
It is a warm, sticky summer night, and the stars have never been clearer.
Kara watches them, wistful and maybe a little buzzed, stretched out in the back of her pickup while Alex flicks bottle caps below at the guys. James and Winn don’t even notice; they’re still arguing over whether they should take whiskey shots or shotgun beers, both staunchly on opposite sides of this dilemma.
“Hey,” a thought occurs to Kara suddenly, “where did Sam go?”
“To find Lena, I think,” Alex says, squinting at her next target with halfhearted commitment as she leans over the side of the truck. When she throws the next cap, it misses Winn entirely. “Damn. Open another beer, Kara, I need another shot.”
“Who’s Lena?” The name is somewhat familiar, but Kara can’t place it immediately.
“The Luthor girl. Sam’s friend, you know her.” Alex leans back to root through their cooler, and comes up with two more beers. “She’s the one who flaked when Sam tried to set up that double-date, remember?”
“Right, and I had to third-wheel you guys all night.” Kara sits up in order to scan the crowd curiously, one question at the forefront of her mind: “Is she related to Lex Luthor?”
“Yes, that’s why I said the Luthor girl,” Alex says like one might say keep up. “She’s his half-sister or something, I don’t know.” She uses the bottle opener on her keys to pop open one of the beers, handing it over to Kara and immediately moving on to her own.
Kara takes a distracted swig as she continues to look out into the crowd. The lights strung through the trees offer very little in terms of visibility, and it’s hard to make out faces. “I didn't know he had a sister,” she says.
“It's not something he exactly advertises.” Alex takes a re-do of her earlier shot now that she has a fresh bottle cap, and this time it nails Winn right on the side of the head. “Hey, losers! Quit fighting and come get a drink!”
“Not unless you have some beer cans we can shotgun!” Winn shouts back.
“No, no, he means we need some Jack Daniel’s,” James interjects, and they’re off again, shoving playfully at each other’s shoulders as if they are going to push each other into the bonfire.
Alex rolls her eyes. “Boys,” she says derisively. “Let’s get Nia instead, she deserves a drink far more than they do.” She reaches over to bang at the truck’s backseat window. “Wake up, sleeping beauty!”
“Whoa, watch it!” Kara almost spills her drink in her haste to bat Alex’s hand away. “Take it easy. I just got her all fixed up.”
“Oh sure, when Siobhan takes a baseball bat to the glass it’s all fine and dandy, but I can’t even give it a tap?”
Kara crinkles her nose. “She thought it was her ex’s car in the dark, come on. You can’t blame her for that.”
“You are also her ex,” Alex says impatiently.
“But not the ex she was trying to get revenge on,” Kara points out. “She even apologized to Brittney. I think you should, too.”
Alex gives her a dirty look. “For the last time, I will not call your car that.”
“Don’t be a hater, Alex.”
“Don’t be a fucking weirdo, then—”
Before Kara can even enact her own revenge for that comment, she is briefly blinded by one of two flashlights aimed at her face. Beside her, Alex yelps and covers her eyes.
“There you guys are,” Sam exclaims. “I got lost trying to remember where we were. Why did you park so far away?”
“To keep our drinks from the masses, mostly,” Alex says, and she hops up over the side of the truck to pull Sam into her arms. “And for privacy.”
“Ew,” Kara says, and Alex glares at her over her shoulder.
“For Nia, who is sleeping.”
“Still?” Sam grins, momentarily distracted, when Alex presses a kiss to her cheek. “I wanted to introduce her to Lena.”
Just like her name, Lena Luthor has something about her face that strikes Kara as vaguely familiar. Something in the shine of her eyes in the moonlight, in the way she bites on her bottom lip, in the slope of her nose and the cut of her jaw and the hint of a dimple in her cheek. Kara has never laid eyes on Lena Luthor before, but she finds herself unable to look away.
The only reason Kara even realizes she's been staring at Lena too long is when she hears her name:
“And this is Kara, she's Alex’s sister. She drove us here.”
Now it's Kara's turn to be stared at—or more accurately, scrutinized. “While drunk?” Lena says.
Kara snaps back to reality. “I'm not drunk,” she hastily denies, lest that somehow affect her chances with impressing Lena (coincidentally, something she had not been concerned with until this very second). “I've only had two beers, I'm practically sober.”
But when anyone else might be skeptical, Lena merely tilts her head curiously. “Okay, if you say so,” she says in a manner that’s almost…amused. Kara counts it as a win, either way.
“So are beers all we have around here?” Sam asks. “Clearly, Lena and I need to catch up to everyone.”
“We also have whiskey,” James chimes in, while Winn makes a show of gagging.
“Yeah, just beer and whiskey,” Alex affirms. “Kara did the shopping, so….”
Kara bends down to lift up their cooler as if it’s a treasure chest. “We also have Mang-O-Ritas,” she says magnanimously, passing it down to James to pop open.
“Just a regular beer for me, then,” Sam says. “Lena will have the Mang-O-Rita.”
“I’ve never had one before,” Lena says, crossing her arms and leaning against the side of the truck as Sam procures her drink. “Are they any good?”
Kara jumps off the truck in order to fully join their circle (and, okay, closer to Lena. Maybe). “They’re awesome. Don’t listen to whatever Alex tells you, she will 100% drink three of these in one sitting.” 
“Only when there’s no other option,” Alex protests.
Lena cracks open her can and takes a cautious sip. “Hm,” she says. “That’s…vile.”
“Poor little rich girl,” Sam coos. “Always such a snob about your liquor.”
“Excuse me for preferring a glass of red over this,” Lena says, but she takes a longer drink immediately afterwards, and Kara falls a little bit in love.
It's always been like that, really—Kara falls in love like breathing air. Eliza used to call her a hopeful romantic because she never liked the term hopeless romantic. (“There is nothing hopeless about finding beauty in everything,” Eliza would promise as she kissed Kara's head. Alex would always be nearby gagging, of course).
Eventually, as the fire begins to die down, they break out the whiskey bottle for shots. Lena, Kara can't help but notice, grimaces at the taste in a way that shouldn't be as cute as it is.
“I need a palate cleanser,” Winn gasps afterwards, ever the drama queen. “Stat.”
“I’ve got one right here for you, it's called Bud Light,” Alex quips.
“Blegh.”
And while Alex and Winn playfully tussle, Kara’s gaze drifts past them and back to Lena. Lena, surprisingly, is looking right back.
“You have grass stains on your jeans,” Lena tells her, and quickly looks away.
Kara glances down. “Oh,” she says, “yeah, it’s the hazard of working on a farm.” She actually got the stains from kneeling down to pet a puppy on the way here, but the farm thing sounds better. “So what do you—” 
She never manages to get the question out, because two cars down, someone screams bloody murder and Kara reflexively whips out the pocket knife in her boot. Everyone else is equally alert, until:
“It’s just fucking Mike Matthews again, falling off that eyesore he calls a truck,” Alex scoffs. 
“Again? They need to impound that thing,” James says.
Kara is about to chime in with her own horror story about Mike’s truck when she feels a tap at her shoulder; Lena waits until Kara whirls around, befuddled, before she asks,
“Can you pour me another shot?”
Kara blinks. Then blinks again. “Yeah,” she says, even though Winn is the one holding the whiskey bottle. “Yeah, of course.”
Winn gladly relinquishes the bottle when Kara asks, and he and James walk down to Mike’s group to “see if they can help” (i.e. gossip). Sam and Alex take advantage of the chaos to sneak away together (probably to make out somewhere). And Kara is left, terrifyingly enough, alone with Lena Luthor.
Lena coughs after downing the second shot, frowning down at her cup like it’s wronged her. “That is still…not good.”
Kara tries to hide her smile as she looks down, nudges an empty beer bottle away. “Why drink it, then?”
“I don’t know.” Lena pauses to chase the taste away with her Mang-O-Rita before musing, “To get out of my comfort zone, maybe. But then again, pretty much everything here is out of my comfort zone.”
“Oh, I get it,” Kara says. “Rich girl pretending to be normal. It’s very Maid in Manhattan. Or…whatever the opposite of that is.”
“You are…definitely drunk,” Lena says with the tone of someone two seconds from laughter.
Kara vehemently shakes her head. “Nope, no, absolutely not.”
“Mm, you kind of seem like you are,” Lena says.
“I am not, and I can prove it to you.” Kara cradles the whiskey bottle to her chest and prepares herself: “I can do the running man.”
“And that proves you’re not drunk how?”
“Because it's going to be the most flawless dance you've ever seen,” Kara says, immediately kicking her leg out in a shaky attempt, and Lena’s laughter explodes until she is actually hunched over with the force of it.
“Oh, God, please do that again.”
“I'm not sure I like your reaction,” Kara sniffs, taking a mock-defensive step back. “I don't want to do it now.”
“No, come on, I loved it. Really,” Lena says. Her Mang-O-Rita has spilled into the grass, and she has to stoop down to pick up the can, ruefully shaking it when she notices it's empty. “Maybe I need to slow down. Is there somewhere we can sit?”
“Yeah,” Kara says, waving the whiskey bottle to beckon Lena to follow, and she guides her to the back of the pickup. She shrugs off her jacket, laying it out for Lena to sit, and Lena gives her a small smile when she does; it feels like they’re in their own world, kept company only by the stars and the occasional crackle of the dying bonfire.
“So you work on a farm?” Lena has to lean slightly against Kara to get comfortable, and Kara holds her breath to keep from jumping.
“Yup, my parents’ farm,” Kara barely remembers to answer. “Nothing glamorous like you and your brother, I'm sure.”
“I didn't know you knew about…that,” Lena says.
Kara shrugs, feels her shoulder directly move against Lena’s. “Kind of hard not to,” she says apologetically. “I mean, the Luthor name is on just about every business in town.” She twists the whiskey bottle between her hands, listens to it slosh. “If it helps…none of us care about that.”
“Really,” Lena says, disbelievingly but still light enough to invite a follow-up, which Kara wastes zero time in grasping.
“One hundred percent,” Kara promises. “We never judge a book by its cover. Not even,” she pauses to whisper this next part, “people who stand up their dates on a dreaded double-date with their sister.”
Lena gasps. “That was not you.”
“It was,” Kara laughs, just self-conscious enough to slick her hair out of her eyes. “Didn’t Sam tell you?”
“No—all she said was you were fun,” Lena says. “And she promised to try and set me up again, another time.” She shifts, now fully shoulder-to-shoulder against Kara. “Oh my God. Is that what tonight is?”
“Alex didn’t tell me anything,” Kara wonders, “but it would make sense…”
Lena scoffs. “This would be a horrible date,” she says, almost to herself. Then, hurriedly, “Not because of you, but because of everything else. The drinks, the place, the…lack of indoor plumbing…” 
“So you’re too good for whiskey, tailgate parties, and porta potties,” Kara lists off. “Hm. I don’t know, Lena. This date is off to a rough start.”
“Oh, shut up.” Lena reaches across their bodies for the whiskey bottle, and her fingers tangle with Kara’s as she takes it. Lena uncaps it and takes a swig, coughing as soon as she lowers the bottle, and Kara smiles even if Lena can’t see it.
“What happened to slowing down?”
“That was before I realized this was a date,” Lena says without a lick of shame. “Sue me—I’m nervous.”
“You don’t have to be,” Kara says softly, and she shuts her eyes, inhales the smoke of the fire and the sweet, floral scent of Lena’s perfume. “We can just be friends, too. No pressure.”
“And you’d be okay with that?” Lena asks, her voice quiet but undoubtedly curious. “Am I not the kind of girl you want to date?”
Kara immediately straightens up. “Are you kidding? I would marry you, probably, if I could. In a good way,” she hastens to explain. “In a…general, you-seem-like-the-kind-of-nice-to-marry. Hypothetically.”
Lena exhales, and there’s a hint of a smile in her own voice when she says, “You’re coming on awful strong for a first date, Kara Danvers.”
“Sorry.” Kara slumps against the floor, sighing as the whiskey finally starts catching up to her, leaving her slightly dizzy and uncoordinated as she stares up at the night sky.
But then Lena is moving, twisting until she is half-hovering over Kara, beautifully framed by moonlight and the haze from the fire beside them. “I can’t promise marriage yet,” she says, “but I think I can do a second date.”
Kara blinks, slowly, and her grin forms before she can even try to hide it. “Really?”
“Only if I can choose the place,” Lena says. “And if you never make me drink that awful margarita again.”
“Deal,” Kara says, making room for Lena to squeeze in beside her, light-headed for a whole new reason as Lena rests her head on Kara’s arm. “But I really think you should give the Mang-O-Rita another try. Just, for the record.”
“Shhh, don’t ruin this,” Lena says, tapping Kara’s mouth with her finger, and Kara keeps on smiling.
(And later, when they’ve sobered up, Kara will kiss Lena goodnight; later still, Lena will deny that she tasted of that damned Mang-O-Rita, but only Kara will know the truth).
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saturngalore · 8 months
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taíssa soares 🌺
outfits inspired by paloma elsesser’s off duty looks, named after eliza soares and taís araújo, and nose by @kashisun <3
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pondsphuwin · 7 months
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tamino - persephone // mumford & suns - cold arms // lord huron - the night we met
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eijiroukiriot · 4 months
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kirishima nation!! i’m setting off on a 12 hour flight (with nobody in the seat next to me!!! 🕺) - if you have anything nice that’s happened to you recently or any updates you want to share about how your year’s gone or any thoughts about kirishima my inbox is open!
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musicpolls · 14 days
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katieaki · 6 months
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A playlist to take you through the events of Pony Express Pt. II, in roughly chronological order. 🌵🐎✨
If you're new to this queer, post-apocalyptic western-in-progress, here's a link to the summary of where we are so far. Here's a link of all my posts about it on this site. Here's drawings of Lou (our lesbian cowgirl mailman protagonist) and here's shitposts etc about her. There is so much to be seen. Don't let it frighten you. Let it excite you!
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sga-owns-my-soul · 5 months
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me normally: god i fucking hate making playlists it's so fucking time consuming i hate this i'm having one playlist ever and i'll just queue songs up i'm not making more than one playlist
me this year for some fucking reason: okay so here's my gay john playlist and my ace john playlist and my rodney playlist and my mcshep playlist and my stargate playlist and my ar1 space roadtrip playlist and my fic ideas playlist and-
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Mctna modern au headcanon
This is so ooc but pls forgive me 🙏🙏
A 32 year old Seon-ho sits down in the corner of a bar by himself. It's barely past 9 but most people have already left. The ice in his drink had long since diluted whatever cheap alcohol he'd ordered. He closed his eyes as a band started up on the makeshift stage, losing himself in the music and his memories.
And I met her downtown in the slums of Austin Once we were sober, she said "I'm from Boston" I told her, "I couldn't give Massa-two-shits" Luckily, she likes guys that treat her like
Third-year uni student Seo Hwi gives in to his friends Mun-bok and Beom to at least attend one party before graduation. It's not that he doesn't like them- in fact everyone agrees he'd probably be the life on them. He just doesn't see the point in partying with a massive group of strangers when he'd much rather just have a good time with his friends.
Enter Nam Seon-ho. He's in the same year but mainly keeps to himself. Still, that doesn't stop him from stealing glances at that one handsome, always-smiling Culinary Arts student. He decides to go to this party and get blackout drunk 'cause once he graduates, he'll be stuck back at home with his dad learning the ropes of his company.
They reach the venue (a rundown off campus house with shitty LED lights all over the place) that night. Mun-bok quickly leaves Hwi to chat up a pretty girl by the drinks table and one of Beom's other friends beckons him away. Hwi feels a bit stranded so he gets his own drink.
He makes small talk with some people but an hour later he's bored. He goes to get another drink when he sees Seon-ho, the 'kinda beautiful actually' business major he sometimes sees walking around campus, chugging back some disgusting mix of drinks like there's no tomorrow.
Help me, everyone calls me Mickey Just wanna be your darling
Hwi wants to approach him but Seon-ho talks to him first, thanks to some good old liquid courage. They hit it off really well even if Hwi makes one too many corny jokes. One thing leads to another and then they're making out in the corner before stumbling their way into Seon-ho's apartment. Sung-rok curses when the door to their dorm slams open and throws a book at Hwi who barely dodges it. He's grumbling something about 'damn self-destructive tendencies' as he makes it out of the room just before they're making out again.
A couple months pass and they're actually a couple now. They graduate and move back to Seoul. Seon-ho takes up a job at his dad's company while Hwi is now a new hire at some fancy restaurant. Things are good for the while. They're happy and making time to see each other. In fact, they're almost unhealthily dependent on each other.
So, listen, I know you're probably with him And maybe for good reason But, you don't fuckin' need him I warned you
But as the years go by, they're getting busier and Seon-ho is getting more stressed at work because of Nam Jeon. He starts drinking more and more. It doesn't help the fact that the owner of the restaurant Hwi works at, Yi Bang-won, has started to take an interest in him. This gives way to lots of arguments between them. Why talk it out when they could just fight and fuck instead? Plus, Seon-ho gets to the point where he's almost always drunk when he's off work and has even started to get high.
Maybe stop getting your advice from the guy you get your high from
Hwi can't bear to see the love of his life- because they both know; that's what they are to each other- destroying himself day by day. Especially when it puts Yeon in danger because of it.
How can I love someone that can't stand The thought of loving me back? Why do I think I need that? I know you, pick me But one day, babe, you'll thank me For teaching you how to leave A piece of shit just like me I warned you
They break up.
Everything goes to shit. Seon-ho is convinced Hwi hates him and that Bang-won had a role to play somehow. Seon-ho overdoses. Nam Group gets involved with this huge drug scandal. In the midst of this all, Seo Geom passes away in jail after wrongful imprisonment and Yeon develops epilepsy. Hwi's mind is so clouded with worry, grief and anger, he's convinced that the Nam family was responsible for those fake charges. Seon-ho and Hwi hate each other.
Yeah, I remember when you said how you wish that I was dead So, I tried to kill myself Swallowed way too many pills And god the tummy-ache was shit But not enough to kill the kid
Against his will, Seon-ho survives. Nam Jeon shipped him off to rehab, telling his failure of a son to keep his head down and listen to him. For the next 6 years, the only confidant he has is Sung-rok. He and Hwi don't talk anymore, even if they both hate and yearn for each other each day.
Sometimes I wish I didn't live But I'm so fucking glad I did I remember what you said You were wishing I was dead Now, you're wishing me the best 'Cause my song's stuck in your head
In the present day, miles away, Hwi is listening to the same song on the local radio station as he's washing wares in his kitchen sink. He'd uncovered the truth about Bang-won about 2 years ago. By then, all forms of communication between him and Seon-ho had been cut. He felt such horrible guilt for blaming Seon-ho for getting Seo Geom imprisoned after their breakup as some horrible form of revenge. He'd sunk to the floor, tears welling up in his eyes when he recalled the last words he'd hurtled at him, "You pretend to be so different from him but you're just like your father!"
As Hwi puts a dish on the drying rack, he sighs deeply to himself . His heart constricts painfully in his chest. Even though he can't forgive Seon-ho for getting Yeon hurt those years ago, he hopes that he's doing well wherever he is. He just wishes he could make things right between them.
I'm so glad I still exist Just so I can rub it in
In the bar, Seon-ho gets up to leave, the condensation from his unfinished drink pooling at its base on the table. He wonders what Hwi would think of him if he saw him now. When he realised he was all alone in this world, he'd made it his mission to at least quit getting high out of sheer spite.
You were perfect and I'm so sorry I'm such a dick But you still love me I still regret letting you leave me Don't you forget you used to need me
Now, Seon-ho knows that they'd both had parts to play in the train wreck of their relationship. They were both argumentative near the end and were never willing to compromise their own values for the other. At his lowest points, he'd wondered what would happen were he to lose his wretched pride. He and Hwi could've talked to each other. The heavens knew they were so fundamentally flawed and yet, they understood each other in ways no one else could.
Seon-ho looked up at the stars and shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. Hwi, if you can hear this...I'm sorry.
In his home, Hwi's heart suddenly felt a bit warmer.
For as much as both men had and still hated each other, they'd always loved each other far more.
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radiation · 1 year
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I was #TeamNeal ever since you shared their music tastes.
THANK YOU I am so so serious about their music taste for real. I have Spotify playlists for them that are comprised of music theyd listen to, Jack's is 5 hours long and Neal's is 6. Neal is wayyyy easier to find music for. I'll share them eventually but not today
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Here is the music taste in question btw
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newcountryradio · 14 days
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New Country 27e jaargang  #T1226(S785) (C30)van 22 april 2024  (wk 17) uitzending op Smelne fm & Crossroads Country Radio
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Album van de week: Riley Green – Way Out here  
Classic album:  Kenny Rogers – Kenny     1979
Hits of the Year : 1989
Maandfavoriet :  Zach Brown – Tie Up              
Maandartiest : john Anderson   
3 in 1:   keith Urban      
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John Anderson – Chicken Truck    *maandartiest
Rascals Flatts – Here Comes Goodbye  #1 15 jaar
Elle King and Miranda Lambert – Drunk (And I Don’t Wanna Go Home)# 1 2022 
Conner Smith (feat Hailey Whitters)-  Roulette On The Heart
Rhonda Vincent - Please Mr Please
Kelsey Hart - Life You With You
Ernest, feat Lainey Wilson – Would If I Could
Luke Bryan - Love You, Miss You, Mean It    .
Morgan wallen featuring Eric Church – Man Made a Bar  #1.
Riley Green – Jesus Saves    Album vd week
Riley Green – Atlantic City    *album
Luke Combs – Fast Car -  single/song   2023
Garth Brooks – If Tomorrow Never Comes      
Glen Campbell – Rhinestone Cowboy       
Merle Haggard – Everybody’s Had the Blues
Zac Brown Band - Tie Up  favoriet 
Walker Hayes - Jesus' Fault   sofi
Kenny Rogers - Santiago Midnight Moonlight  classic album
Kenny Rogers – Coward of The County
Mira Goto - Before.
Ad vanderveen -  Rise In Love.
Keith Urban – It’s A Love Thing  (3 in 1)
Keith Urban – Making Memories Of Us
Keith Urban – Somebody Like You.
Riley Green – Pick A Place    album
Beyonce – Texas Hold Em   -   #1 album.
49 Winchester - Yearnin For You
The Wilder Blue - I’m Your Man
Walker County - Settlings for Dust
Hayden Baker - Don't Meet Your Heroes (feat. Brad Paisley).
Elvie Shane - Miles  (Truck Song
John Anderson – 1959   maandartiest
Aaron Lewis -  Only In My Mind   juweeltje
Zach Top – Sounds Like The Radio
Riley Green  -  Good Morning From Mexico      Album vd week
Mississippi – Mississippi   Dutch corner
Black Hat White Hat - Work hard.  .Dutch corner.
Bluegrass Bandits - Wildflowers-.  Dutch corner
Willie Nelson - Merle Haggard  - Unfair Weather Friend
K.T. Oslin - Hold Me    #5 1989
Shenandoah - The Church On Cumberland Road-. #4
Shenandoah -  Two Dozen Roses #3 
Alabama -  Southern Star  #2
Clint Black -  Nobody's Home   #1
Alan Jackson -  Long Hard Road  .
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sentientcave · 2 months
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I haven't got the entire order of this playlist nailed down but the transition from I'll Fly Away by Gillian Welch & Alison Krauss to Larkin Poe's Bad Spell goes so hard
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taikanyohou · 1 year
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ughhhh if only discovering new music could be classed as a professional hobby 😔.
#its one of my faaaave hobbies to indulge in if only i could talk about it and make it sound all professional like 'yeah i have an entire#blog dedicated to sounds i love and like and wish to encapsulate and store in one place that then becomes my happy go to place#and says so much about my personality and what i listen to and the energy it gives me and how discovering new music#has made me listen to so much of different cultures and countries and languages#that i couldnt ever do so before and even within my OWN cultures (indian and pakistani) ive LEARNT SO MUCH!!!#such as how sound changes overtime throughout history but some elements stay the same#how good folk music can be if you just pay attention to it and are willing to give it a try#how the east mix elements of the west into their music but still keep it sounding eastern#but v modern too so that its a relatable listen for a westerner but still firm to its eastern roots#how multilingual songs have become! how much that says about an artist trying to express themselves and their identities!#how stories are told how concepts are explored how religion is used as a way to devote something to someone close to you#how much you learn just by opening up yourself to new music and sounds!!!! how you can build entire playlists around fictional media#and characters based on the songs you hear and how you can make the two things crossover and overlap.#how that enhances your experience of consuming media!!! and makes the song and piece of media even more symbolic to you.'#ughhhhhhhh 😔😔😔😔😔.#faiza talks
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girlwithfish · 4 months
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his music taste is an enigma to me just cuz i dont listen to most of the artists so its hard for me to gauge or judge but he has good taste i think idk i liked the songs he was showing me irl
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grungybill · 20 days
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If you're looking for new music (and you've got nothing better to do) then check out this playlist I've created of the songs that have influenced me and my music the most. It's an odd cocktail of avant-garde, country, glam rock, goth, indie, jazz, and punk. These tracks have been pivotal in shaping my own sound. Please enjoy.
Click here to find my latest music.
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