#sev’s music recs

[tcwmatchmakingau]

Because I can’t party until I make a playlist 😎

-Please send songs you’d like added, and I’ll get ‘em on here!

#clone matchmaking au #tcw matchmaking au #501st Legion #Original Clone Characters #212th Attack Battalion #Wolfpack #91st Mobile Reconnaissance Corps #41st Elite Corps #The Bad Batch #Republic Commandos #Coruscant Guard #Other Clones #21st Nova Corps #104th Battalion #327th Star Corps #music recs #sev’s music recs #Spotify

[sev-on-kamino]

This is the official moodboard/cover for my Kanera x Reader fic, The New (Rebel) Romantics, that I started dreaming on ages ago thinking I was the only one that cared only to find @deejadabbles and @dystopicjumpsuit were on that good ship with me 🤝🤝🤝 Because it’s me, there’s also a playlist:

Tracklist:

Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears for Fears

Homemade Dynamite by Lorde

Headlock by Imogen Heap

Like They Do On Tv by Kimbra

Holding on to You by Twenty One Pilots

Mine by Magdalena Bay

My Blood by Twenty One Pilots

Pedestal by Phantogram

Redemption by Switchfoot

New Romantics by Taylor Swift

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#yes this was supposed to be posted yesterday but life happened in large quantities #sev’s music recs #moods by sev #series: the new (rebel) romantics #wip wednesday #on friday #Spotify #scheduled post

[archangeldyke-all]

can you do a pt 2 to my "slow living" rec but this time it's about reader jarring/canning, pickling, freezing, or drying literally everything? probably mid-summer when everything is overwhelmingly abundant and wife!sev is just in awe of the work reader gets done lol (also just wanted to say i absolutely adored what you with my request! it was so cute! you really are a blessing for the gays starved a sevika content)

yes yes yes yes yes! i haven't stopped thinking about this prompt since u sent the first request in!

men and minors dni

bushels and bushels of herbs, garlic, and corn are hanging from the rafters of the screened-in wrap-around porch of your home.

it's summer, which means you've been busy as a bee trying to tend to, harvest, and preserve all your garden's abundance. you're blessed to be able to sustain yourselves all year from the food you grow, but that doesn't mean it doesn't come without some elbow grease.

cicadas and crickets are singing outside as the sun begins to set, bathing your property in sparkling gold light. in the kitchen, with all the windows open and the fan whirring, a radio is singing and sevika is sipping on her nightly glass of whiskey.

you're dancing to and fro in front of her, chopping produce and throwing it in jars of vinegar, pressure canning the jams you'd made this morning, filling reusable bag after bag with chopped veggies and fruits that will go into the deep freeze until winter.

sevika's been busy too. experimenting with making goat cheese, fermenting wine in your basement, tinkering away at your broken AC all day. now, she's finally got a moment to rest, and she's using her free time to admire you.

you've got a filthy apron wrapped around your body, covered in stains and crumbs. right now, you're chopping squash and stringing it on a fishline, so you can hang it to sundry tomorrow. your hips are swaying to the beat of the gentle music, and you've got a glob of apricot jam on your forehead. sevika chuckles.

"what?" you ask her from across the counter. she grins.

"you're so amazing." she says. you smile.

"you say that every summer." you tease. sevika shrugs.

"doesn't make it any less true." she says. you chuckle.

"stir that pot on the stove for me?" you ask, gesturing to the giant pot of simmering tomato sauce you've got over a low flame. sevika nods and follows your command, licking the wooden spoon once she's done stirring and groaning.

"delicious, baby." she grunts. you giggle.

"it's your recipe." you say. she smiles.

"yeah, but you made it." she says. you giggle and swat her with the towel over your shoulder.

"did you finish grinding the cornflour?" you ask. she nods.

"and the wheat." she says. you sigh and wrap her up into a hug that she quickly reciprocates.

"you're the best." you say. sevika chuckles.

"you just married me for my muscles." she teases. you laugh against her.

"i can't lie, that was a pretty big motivator for me." you say. sevika giggles and reaches up to wipe the jam off your face, licking it off her fingers when she's done. you laugh.

"can't decide if i like summer or winter more. this is fun, and i love the long days and sitting out in the garden with you, but i also like winter. cuddling by the fireplace and bein' all cozy with you." she says. you press a kiss to her lips.

"i like spring." you say. sevika smiles, already knowing your reasoning. "'s when we got married." you say. she smirks.

"and when we met." she reminds you. you laugh.

"and when we first got the ducks." you add on. sevika snorts and rolls her eyes.

"fuckin' ducks. did i tell ya ms. quacker shit on me this morning? not even my shoes. she flew up to perch on my shoulder and took a duce all the way down my back." she says with a shudder. you giggle and kiss the frown off her face.

"i love you." you hum against her lips. sevika smiles.

"i love you too, baby." she says.

taglist!

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[skinks]

I would just like to say Bongo Smugglers killed me. I’m sitting in class giggling thinking about a Losers movie night where they have a dramatic showing of the movie. Audra and Richie are less embarrassed then they should be. It becomes an annual tradition to play a bongo smugglers™️ drinking game at Christmas.

AHH this is amazing, I just shoved two words together that I thought were funny and suddenly it’s this whole ugly 2002 sex comedy fully formed in my head. Glad it killed you during class. And yeah, they’re definitely not embarrassed, everyone’s heckling the writing and the early 2000s fashion more than anything else anyway.

Richie happily provides commentary the whole way through even though he’s only in the sex scene, waving his tortilla chip in Eddie’s face because he’s got his arm around his shoulder, hugging him close into Richie’s side. Eddie keeps snapping bites at it so often that Richie just ends up hand feeding him chips.

“Aaaaaaand... that’s the first time I touched a boob, right there!“

“Glad to help,” Audra winks.

“The exact moment I realized I was totally lying to myself. I’m having an entire existential sexuality crisis right there on camera, but can you tell? Does my fratty façade crack an inch?”

“I could tell, because you spent fifteen minutes before the scene pacing around set and chanting you can do this, you can do this, don’t throw up, you like girls, but not too much, because you don’t get paid if you pop a boner, c’mon Richard, c’mon—”

“Like I said,” Richie shouts, over all his stupid friends laughing at him, “no one can tell, ‘cus I’m a pro—”

“You call yourself Richard during pep talks?” Stan’s grinning at him sharp-beaked, like a vulture. Has Richie seen him blink even once since he came back from the dead? Not sure, not sure, make note to ask Patty to spy.

Onscreen Audra is shimmying down her low-rise stone-wash boot-cut jeans, boots with the fur, the whole club was in fact lookin’ at her. What the fuck was anyone thinking back then? Richie privately blames the Bush administration, and continues.

“You’re a great scene partner, Audra-my-deah, and I respect you for cougaring not one but two of our little balding Brady Bunch here, but you were kinda the reason I figured out I’m gay. Like, big time gay. Well, the second reason.” He rubs tortilla-salt fingers through Eddie’s hair and feels his stomach go fuzzy when Eddie kinda thrums out a low noise against him. Oh, he’s purring. Some deep down part of Richie’s caveman psyche, lodged right in the hungry reptilian nub of his central brain wants to bear-hug Eddie to a pulp, wants to Lenny him like a mouse until they both stop breathing at the same exact moment from the pressure.

Yeesh, dark!

He smooches one of Eddie’s Easter Island eyebrows instead, keeps his lips mushed there. Smooches again. “Biiiiiiig time.”

“My wife,” Bill whips around from his seat on the floor at Richie’s feet, cheeks bulging with wontons, “my wife did not cougar me.”

Eddie shushes him. Everyone else is exchanging Looks, including Audra, because she totally did cougar Bill. Good for her!

“My wife,” Richie mimics, all sing-song and bugling. “Who the fuck are you, Borat?” Eddie snorts, hard. “Turn around and watch me make sweet love to ya woman, Bill.”

Onscreen Richie is struggling out of a giant hockey jersey at the sight of Onscreen Audra’s nubile charms. Everything is lit terribly, to a Smash Mouth deep cut.

“Oh man, check out that figure.” Richie whistles at himself, twenty-six years old with muscles like long ropes. “These were the pre-gut days. Even though my diet was just Adderall and instant ramen.”

“I like your gut,” Eddie murmurs, squidging at it with the hand not shoved up the back of Richie’s shirt. He’s already looking pretty tipsy, because he told everyone loudly and at length that he’d have to be what he deemed, shithouse drunk, to cope with whatever 90 minute dick jokeathon he was about to endure for the sake of two minutes of Richie-ass. “You’re hotter than him.”

Richie preens. “I am him, dude.”

Eddie’s hand lands clumsy on his cheek, pulling Richie’s attention away from his own foregrounded bare ass and Onscreen Audra’s shocked expression, to face him. Eddie’s all unfocused, flushed in the cheeks. “You’re both hot. Him and you, I’d fuck you both. I’d let both of you fuck me at once.”

“Um,” says Ben. Mike keeps slorping up noodles, but his eyes are saucering at Bill’s giant TV.

“Hhohkaaay,” Richie breathes.

“Is this when you saw it, Audra?” Bev asks. She waggles her eyebrows at them from the muscular nook of Ben’s arms. “The famous Tower of Tozier? You mentioned in the group chat.”

“What group chat,” Richie croaks, wrenching his eyes from the sight of Eddie’s slick tongue pulsing gently against his lower lip, hanging open like he wants Richie to see inside his mouth. Yowza-yowza-yowza, this is so much better than movie-nights back in the 90s. “I never saw anything about that? And I monitor you all on WhatsApp twenty-four-sevs. I literally have nothing better to do while Eddie’s working.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Beverly dismisses him with a flick of her wrist.

Audra is nodding vigorously while Onscreen Audra tilts her head comically far to the right. “That’s when I saw it,” she says. “They couldn’t find a modesty sock that fit you, Richie, remember? I didn’t have to fake that reaction. And that’s with them blasting the A/C on high so my nips would poke through my shirt.” She nudges Eddie’s shin gently and stage-whispers, “Well done.”

Eddie growls hot miso breath into Richie’s neck. Snarls, really. That’s the only word for it. Richie’s not embarrassed—he’s been telling people about his donkey schlong for years, not his fault nobody ever believes him. It’s a boy who cried wolf situation, perhaps, if the boy was actually telling the truth every time and just wanted to brag to everyone about seeing a really big, thick wolf.

“Honey,” Bill says, visibly distressed, “this is already weird enough for me, please don’t say nips.”

“Nips, nips, nips.” Audra tickles into Bill’s ribs, and Richie joins in the chant, they all do. It’s a hailstorm of sesame toast raining on Big Bill’s protesting head. “Stiff nips! Stiff nips!”

“Shut up, I’m, uh’wanna see Rich fuck!” Eddie roars, wrestling the couch cushions for the remote and stabbing the volume obscenely loud.

Moans fill the air. Rice sprays from Mike’s mouth, between his hasty fingers. Patty is laughing so hard into Stan’s shoulder Richie would be kinda worried about her, if he wasn’t so distracted by the way Eddie’s leaning forward, hand on Richie’s thigh and eyes locked to Onscreen Richie’s bare bucking hips. He remembers this part horrible and clear, preserved behind glass in his mind like the embarrassing ninth grade school photo his mom still won’t remove from the mantelpiece. Braces like train tracks and his eyes squinted up small and moleish because his mom said she wanted to see his handsome face without his glasses for once. Eddie laughed at it for five whole minutes the first time Richie brought him up to visit mom and dad as his—as his, at last, before snapping a careful picture of the photo with his phone and muttering, so cute.

It’s the noises.

“This was the day I learned women really can, uh, fake orgasms,” Richie says. He coughs. Eddie’s fingers tighten on his thigh and he looks back at Richie over his shoulder, eyes all drunk and dark and dilated like a shark’s to the backdrop of Onscreen Richie and Audra’s plastic din. Richie’s head thumps dizzily, sliding his hand secret under Eddie’s shirt to the damp small of his back, watching his neck go pink. This, now this is familiar from 90s movie nights, how sweaty they’d get, tangled together like pocketed earbuds the longer the VHS spun. Always on the same couch by unspoken agreement, kicking and left to do so by the others, like the clubhouse hammock flirting was more RichieandEddie status quo than behaviour tethered to any one location. Feeling your heartbeat in your ears and everywhere your limbs are shoved between another sapling boy-body, and the couch.

Richie can see exactly what Eddie’s thinking, in that darkness. That’s not how you sound in bed with me.

“This is revolting,” says Stan, mildly, but Richie holds up his hand like a stop sign, pulled roughly back to the present.

“Wait, wait, here comes my line!”

“Thought you said it was a non-speaking—”

The camera cuts from Onscreen Audra’s bouncing breasts to Onscreen Richie’s slack-jawed face, his ill-conceived soul patch. He was asked to remove his glasses for the scene, he remembers, and was glad of it, feeling useless and young and stupid and exposed enough already just by virtue of needing the money, he didn’t need to see this perfectly nice and reasonable actress pity him for not even knowing how to pretend at being with a woman. Onscreen Richie tilts his chin up, and Bill’s entire rec room holds its breath. There will be bruises on Richie’s thigh tomorrow.

A grunt, a groan. An unsubtle trumpet fanfare musical cue on the soundtrack, but hey, neither of them ever claimed Bongo Smugglers was a masterpiece. “¡Ay, chihuahua!”

Richie throws his arms up in triumph. “All my own improv, folks! And they kept it in the final cut!”

Eruption. He’s pelted with howls of disgust and prawn crackers. Eddie grabs one of his arms and just shakes him, ragdolls Richie’s laughing body around until he tips over and sprawls into Eddie’s lap, shielded from assault. Eddie chews his insistent teeth into Richie’s shoulder, and finally, the scene ends with Onscreen Richie leaping a naked escape from Onscreen Audra’s balcony.

“Worst,” Eddie mumbles against Richie’s nape. “Worst thing’ve ever seening m’life.”

He’s so drunk, sweet thing. Richie sits back up, still wheezing. He rests his cheek on Eddie’s shoulder and gazes starrily up at his plastered little face. Steel-cut jaw softened with laughter and stubble, un-gelled hair curling around like a chestnut lamb’s. “Worst ever-ever?”

“No,” Eddie says plainly, and that’s true, “but it’s up there. Woulda rented the shit out of this at Blockbuster.”

Richie flings his leg over Eddie’s knees, kicking Bill in the process. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, gathering up all Richie’s loose ends in a big circling cuddle. “Every week. Woulda worn it out. Broke the disc.”

“Got your ‘Lil ‘Busters membership card revoked for being a creep.”

“Worth it.”

“Aw, Eddie-baby.”

“Would you two stop, you’re making the rest of us look bad,” Bev says, smiling fondly. The movie’s moved on, and none of them are really paying attention now that the main event’s over, but everyone’s still coming down, dismounting from belly-laughter and landing ankle-deep in giggles. “That was inspired.”

“He made me laugh so hard on that take,” Audra sighs, leaning against Bill. “I remember thinking, shame he’s a closet-case. I always knew you were a good guy under all that fake stand-up.” She rolls her head back on her neck to look at Richie, upside down. “D’you remember right after, too?”

“Ah,” says Richie, tensing up. Eddie must feel it, because he makes a lowing noise of concern and turns the volume down.

“What you did to those guys?”

“Ahaha, uh.” Richie struggles to sit upright with hot embarrassment tugging at his stomach. “They don’t need to—Audra, it’s not, anyone would’ve done the same—”

“No, actually, you were the only one who ever did,” Audra says, sharp-eyed, and Richie remembers that too. How much surer and in control of herself she was than him, even back then, when they were both just simple bottom-feeders on L.A.’s sludgy floor.

“What happened?” Patty asks. They’re all looking. Richie stares at the wall beside the TV’s garish over-saturation, scratches at the back of his neck, until Eddie takes his hand softly back to hold in his.

“I was pretty much always the only woman on set,” Audra explains. “Par for the course on a movie like that, it was whatever. It’s nothing like real sex, obviously, you have to stop and wait for lighting changes, new set-ups and stuff, you’re surrounded by crew. But you’re the only ones naked, and pretending to fuck, right? It can be a little.” She pulls a face, tilts her palm back and forth. “Degrading.”

Richie snorts, humorlessly.

“Anyway, that scene wrapped and they called cut, and a few of the guys in the crew said some stuff. About me. The director ignored it, the producer ignored it. I was used to it,” Audra says. Richie can see the edge of Bill’s jaw clench and re-clench like a fist as he watches his wife speak. Audra smiles widely, then, and jerks a thumb at Richie. “But this guy?”

They’re grinning, they’re all grinning, because they know him. Richie squirms under it. He can feel blood pounding behind his ears, across the surface of his scalp in pulsing waves of embarrassed heat, because it’s one thing to spend your life running your big fat Trashmouth to distract the bullies’ attention onto you, but it’s another for people to treat you like some kinda hero for it. Like it’s not just something friends do.

Bev’s eyes go all emerald-shiny with delight, like the quarry in sunlight. She covers her mouth. “Oh, Richie.”

“Knocked the first one out cold,” Audra crows. “You tried your best after that. It was three against one and he had a black eye before the rest of us could separate them, but he had the element of surprise at first. I mean, he flew at them, if you can imagine it—you’re what, six-one, six-two?”

Eddie’s trembling ever-so-slightly against him. Richie screws his eyes shut. “Six-two.”

“No wonder the asshole shit himself, you came at him all six-foot-two naked inches, pissed as hell, with a massive—”

“Alright!” Richie yelps, because if there’s anything more embarrassing than his brief Bongo Smugglers cameo, it’s the fact that he left set that day with a black eye and no money. Who cares. His closest friends are alive and they’re cheering, and Eddie is shoving himself into Richie’s lap just like it’s movie night in 1991 but with 100% more enthusiastic frenching, seating his drunk ass in Richie’s startled hands and hissing god, you’re such a crazy dumbass, I love you so much, Richie, even back then with that soul-patch I’d have loved you so much, god, sexy, Rich, wanna see you with a black eye, can I give you one, can you give me one, Richie, I’m gonna fuck you so good for this later, ay chihuahua—!

#long post #once again i did not mean to write over 2k about fake sex comedy Bongo Smugglers (2002) when i started answering this message #reddie #ficlet #bongo smugglers

[tea-and-procrastination]

@berenacountdown, fic rec day one: AU

I only have the brainpower for a quick trawl of my bookmarks, so this is by no means an exhaustive list of AUs I love, and is in no particular order. Also, I’m sticking to just ‘proper’ AUs (no canon divergence etc).

wheat kings and pretty things (let’s just see what tomorrow brings) by @magnass. GBBO AU. This is a huge fic, full of deliciousness pretty much guaranteed to make you hungry. I think I’m long overdue a reread - although I need to make sure there’s cake in the house first...

Summertime, and the Loving is Easy by @professorflimflam. My love of music is, I think, pretty well known, so of course this is a favourite of mine. Bernie’s jazz band needs a new singer - guess who?

she stops my bones from wondering just who i am by @slightlyintimidating (plus the delightful remix The Aunt and the Third Favourite Historian by @fortytworedvines). Sev has such a gift for writing Jason, and this is just utterly adorable. Something of a comfort read for me.

A Love Affair (With Books) by @kooili158 and @wonkots42. Strangers to lovers, all set in a bookshop. Somehow manages to be slow burn despite only being over the course of a week. Another comfort read.

she took her love for to gaze awhile by @belligerently and @ktlsyrtis. I adore everything by these two, together and separately, and could honestly have chosen anything they’ve written, but this has a special place in my heart because I used to ride and as well as all the Berena goodness it also conjures the mingled smells of hay, horse, leather and dust.

It’s easy to live when you’re in love (and I’m so in love) by @mxquill. WWII, the WI president and soldier. Turns out I’m a sucker for vintage...

raise your hopeful voice by @sententiousandbellicose. Look, more vintage goodness! This was an incredible Secret Santa gift - so good I read it twice in the same day. It’s definitely going to be a long-term favourite.

There are so many more wonderful AUs in this fandom, we really are spoilt for choice. We haven’t quite covered every possible AU setting you could think of between us, but we’ve definitely managed quite a few!

I love writing AUs because it forces me to really think about the characters and what defines them, and what I need to keep in order to make them work in a completely different setting - and I love reading them to see how other writers do the same thing, to see how they manage to make such diverse AUs work.

If you haven’t read all of these, go do so and give the authors some love. If you have, go read everything else by them and take a look at all the other AUs by all the other authors I haven’t included here. And if you’ve read all of those - well, do what I’m going to do and reread some.

#berena #berena final countdown #countdown: AU #fic recs

[maybeshesnaped]

Thanks to my snapedom sistas @the-witches-son and @sev-russ-snape for tagging me to do this! 🖤

Rules: Answer 21 questions and tag ppl you want to know better

Nickname: some people have been often calling me Koul because they're the first letters of my surname

Zodiac sign: aquarius (none of this matters to me tho)

Height: 1, 86m or I guess around 6'1"? Yeah I'm freakishly tall, my dad was a basketball player

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff but I love me some Slytherin as well (guess why)

Last thing i googled: the word 'canelloni' because of one of the questions here actually (needed to be sure of the spelling 😁)

Favourite musician/s: Lana Del Rey, Amy Winehouse, a few modern composers such as Yann Tiersen/Rene Aubry/Philip Glass, The Beatles, Queen, Madrugada and a bunch of other small alt rock bands that probably nobody here knows

Songs stuck in my head: Don't fall in love by Still Corners

Following now: I guess a bunch of pro Snape blogs and a period films blog I've come across (I love single themed blogs in general), but I love American comedies so a bunch of tags about b99, 30 rock, kimmy Schmidt, the office, parks and rec etc

Followers: i need 3 more to get 394!! Come through snapedom!😩

Do I get asks: seldom

Amount of sleep i get: depends on whether I have school or not but probably around 10 hours since sleeping is the one thing that's allows me to exist sadness-free

Lucky number: ain't got one

What i am wearing: sweatpants and a t-shirt, aka my pjs

Dream job: something that doesn't require me leaving the house

Dream trip: pre Trump America

Favourite foods: spinach canelloni 😍

Instruments: I wish wish wish my parents had taken me to learn piano when I was younger. I love listening to piano, sometimes I try following tutorials of my fave pieces in a piano app lmao

Languages: Greek and English (and a bunch of ancient Greek words due to my studies)

Favourite songs: 1) Playground love by air 2) Only when you're gone by Madrugada and currently the live version of Mad about you by Hooverphonic

Random fact: I had a popular blog about the novel/films Lolita here with thousands of followers that I deleted due to a mental breakdown I had and I've regretted doing it

Aesthetic: Old homemade videos of Lana Del Rey tbh. Ie old, blurry, vintage video footage of nature sceneries and people doing things under the sound of soft music. The ocean sparkling under the sunlight. Girls with short pleated skirts, older men who dress like academics, legal age gap romances, any movie by Godard or Sofia Coppola. (for more, my aesthetic blog is @deadgurl98, although I rarely post there)

Tagging : @remusthemainman, @papersnape990, @snapedefense, @snapetheuniverse, @supiprimi and anyone who wants to let us know about them!

#personal

[arnaudletexier]

Here is the new podcast with tracklist for @maxximumradio 📻 https://soundcloud.com/arnaudletexier/maxximum-radio-panoramaxx-jan-2022-arnaud-le-texier 01 - Joaquin Ruiz - Cygnus - Axis Records 02 - Ricky Cross - Nucleósida (Original Mix) - Disturb • 03 - Marcal - Seroto - Enemy 04 - PRSPCTV aka XENTRIX - Fractal - Force Of Nature 05 - Egotot - Theremin Jazz Club. - SYXT 06 - Troy - Spirit Navigation - Non Series 07 - Ikari - The Ugliest Smile - Drawner Records 08 - FadeFace - First Encounter - Vexed Sphere 09 - Sev Dah - Pulse 11 - Force Of Nature 10 - Arnaud Le Texier - Extracted - Children Of Tomorrow 11 - Norbak - There's No Lesson - Soma Records 12 - I-G.L.O - Unbalance is Movement - Bomphcast Audio 13 - Audio Units - Tectonic Investigation (Original) - Emphatic Records 14 - Sigvard - Second (Original Mix) - Materia 15 - DisX3 - Shattered Part 2 - Out Of Place 16 - Cratan - Crestfall (Franz Jäger Remix) - Observant 17 - Mark Broom - April - Rekids 18 - Stefan Goldmann - Badger - Macro Rec 19 - cerrot - plasmax - Trip | ​трип https://soundcloud.com/arnaudletexier/maxximum-radio-panoramaxx-jan-2022-arnaud-le-texier . . . . . . . . . #technolife #maxximum #technoconnectingpeople #minimaltechno #technovibes #music #technosound #electronicmusic #electromusiclovers #electro #acidmusic #technotribe #techno #technomusic #djlife #dj #djs #musicaelectronica, @arnaudletexier #arnaudletexier #panoramaxx #raveculture @maxximumradio #technolover #technopeople #technoparty #technoparade #technofamily #technoculture #technomusic #darktechno #music #technotribe #podcast #mixtape https://www.instagram.com/p/CY1tw3oMYI_/?utm_medium=tumblr

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[fawnthroated]

Some more character playlists; one for Sev and one for Lily. I apologize for the lack of 80s/90s music; I composed these out of songs more familiar to me. 

Playlist links up soon!

*** I’m sorry if some songs are missing on the spotify playlist, my best rec is to go to youtube and look up that song, because if it’s not on the playlist, spotify didn’t have it and there’s not much I can do. 

#hp #harry potter #pro snape #pro lily evans #lily evans #snape #character playlist #playlist #spotify #character board