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bowtie-toners · 24 days

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fidjiefidjie · 4 months

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Bon Matin 🆕️ 🎄 🎅 💙

The Overtones 🎶 Christmas Everyday

#new clip #the overtones #christmas #video clip #christms everyday #music video #chanson de noël #youtube #clip music video #bon matin #fidjie fidjie

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whosangitbetter · 11 months

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#beggin #frankie valli and the four seasons #måneskin #the overtones #madcon #spotify #tumblr polls #polls

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lisaplant4 · 5 months

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Kicked off Christmas early this year with Mom watching The Overtones on their Good Times tour with Special Guest Tom Ball (who was amazing BTW!). Some great tunes, fab choreography, and lots of new music for me to find on iTunes and download ASAP 😆🎄🎵

#the overtones #live music #Christmas

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pcnmagazine · 5 months

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THE OVERTONES ARE BACK WITH BRAND NEW CHRISTMAS SINGLE

The UK’s No1, Multi-platinum selling, vocal harmony group, The Overtones are back with their new single Their festive single ’Christmas Everyday’ is out now and pledges support for a very personal cause; www.mydiabetesstory.org, launching on 14th November, World Diabetes Day. Listen to the track here. Written by American singer songwriter David Archuleta, and produced by Julian Hinton and Simon…

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arcanegifs · 4 months

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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: SEASON 1 ↳ Amanda Overton (Arcane Series Writer) x Tweets on Caitlyn and Vi

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yourlocalabomination · 3 months

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I am not immune to funny crackships.

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#*falsettos your chasitys*#this started out as a ‘aha yea they fucked once in highschool’ joke for me how did I end up here #it went from ‘Teddy: yea man it doesn’t count if your socks are on’ to queer teen situationship in the 90s angst with religious overtones #I would like to blame everyone who has made holybastard fanart/fanfics for converting me #I don’t see them as a long term relationship but more on an active affair between two old high school ‘friends’#I drew these while listening to The Last Dinner Party ans now I can’t stop thinking about holy bastard to some of their songs #‘picture me in bed- under your crucifix- under your long black hair- I’ll see you on Sunday’ are actual lyrics how can I not-#I just impor you to listen (there only 5 songs as of now) and do the same- ESPECIALLY SINNER ITS SUCH A MARK CODED SONG #who would have figured the queer ex religious person would be a sucker for queer relationships with religious themes #grace chasity #peter spankoffski #pete spankoffski #mark chasity #holy bastard #starkid #team starkid #starkid productions #starkid fanart #starkid animation #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #nerdy prudes must die fanart #npmd fanart #npmd starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #hatchetfield universe #fanart #my art #my animation

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voidsentprinces · 7 months

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Shadowbringers is about two old men trying to out dramatic each other and failing while wearing the most frilly of robes. Grandstanding, trying to win over the heroes' heart and trying to out old man each other while everyone else is trying to fix the Post Apocalyptic Hellscape.

#{ also Emet and G'raha have inverted outfits }#{ G'raha has red overtones while Emet's red is more of a maroon subdued beneath the black }#{ Broken up by the white obvious symbolism of light #dark the blood they've shed to get where they are and the golden gleam of the future they believe in }

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ghouljams · 3 months

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fruit as a metaphor for love my beloved

It's delicate and must be handled carefully; yet it grows resilient and hardy, always tended to by those that know its worth. It's reached for with tender hands and parted lips, and soft appreciative sighs. It bursts on your tongue, sweet even when it's sour. It makes you want to dig your teeth into its tender flesh, to lick the juice that drips down your fingers, savored even when you don't have the time for it.

It's the off season and you crack open a can of peaches, pluck the fruit out of its sugary syrup with careful fingers. Ghost watches every swipe of your tongue as you lick the sugar off your lips. The offered can feels like a communion wafer (This is my body, sweet and dripping, open to you like my home, or perhaps my body will be your home, the bed on which you lay your head and cry for mercy) the syrup like wine. He takes it carefully, reverently, glances at you before using the same method of extraction. If you knew about the blood that stained his fingers would you still offer to eat from the same container, still smile when he pulls a slice of peach free?

Do you notice the taste when you pull another piece for yourself? Does it stink of iron? Of violence and warfare? Ghost knows every way to kill a man, every soft point, every calculation of every angle and tilt. Violence has never hurt like your laughter does. He's never felt his heart clench like this, has never felt his stomach knot so tight, has never feared what pain might mean like he does when you offer him half a peach from your own fingers. Honey drips from it like gold, communion from the hands of the divine, he couldn't say no even if he tried. (as if he could ever say no to you, deny you anything you asked for, didn't ask for, didn't know you needed)

The fruit breaks under his teeth, the juice of it drips down his chin, he only permits himself one taste of it. One small piece of salvation. You eat the other half without a care for the way his eyes lock on your fingers, his breath trapped in his throat. Can you feel the ghost of his lips on your fingers? Is that why you lick them clean? This is my body, he thinks reaching to brush some of the syrup off your lips, broken for you, his thumb swipes over the soft skin and you kiss it affectionately, do this in remembrance of me;

he kisses you.