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javelinbk · 10 months
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PAUL MCCARTNEY singing ‘Nineteen Hundred and Eighty Five’. From ‘One Hand Clapping’ (1974)
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Nineteen Hundred and Eighty Five - from One Hand Clapping, 1974
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thisdaysmusic · 1 year
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Nineteen Hundred And Eighty Five (Remastered 2010) Paul McCartney and Wings From Wings - Topic
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rastronomicals · 4 months
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8:56 AM EST December 20, 2023:
Paul McCartney & Wings -   "Nineteen Hundred And Eighty Five" From the album Band on the Run (December 5, 1973)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
File under:    Solo Stuff That's At Least As Good As      better than Magical Mystery Tour
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claruee · 2 years
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i am OBSESSED with love songs that have so much bop bop bop oh my oh my ohmy!
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crepesuzette2023 · 2 days
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I know: Linda. But just look at the outline of his legs.
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vox on the red ko-fi
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steelycunt · 2 years
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i'm going to TEAR MY OWN EARS OFF and EAT THEM (<- quite liked another wings song)
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demolition-queen · 11 days
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Gaza is bleeding, guys. All we can do is count the bodies. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, one hundred , one thousand, ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand, thirty three thousand six hundred eighty six...
I look at the world from my window. All I can see is darkness. Darkness for the whole world. Savages are everywhere. And they poison the world and people. They keep doing this over and over again. If we don't wake up, they will destroy humanity. We lost some of us, they took them. If we don't stop them, they will come for all of us. Today the genocide is called Palestine, but in the future its name will be HUMANITY.
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magzthemad · 3 months
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i feel very strongly that the first time john heard “nineteen hundred and eighty five” he turned to whomever was in the room with him like “okay you’re gonna have to leave b/c i need to be alone for at least fifteen minutes while i run this back”
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withacapitalp · 1 year
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Countdown
Soulmate AU where you have a timer on your wrist that begins to count down when you first meet your soulmate's eyes. However much time is on that timer is how much time you get to have with that person before one of you dies. Read it on ao3 instead
Now with Part Two!
There’s three minutes left on their timers.
One hundred and eighty seconds that are slipping by faster than Eddie can count them. One hundred and eighty seconds before one of them is gone forever. 
And Eddie gets to make the choice. 
It’s like he can see it laid out plain in front of him. If he climbs the rope, then it’s Steve. Those vines would choke the life out of him, or he blocks a shot meant for Robin, or he makes the sacrificial play, because that’s who Steve appears to have become.
Eddie doesn’t know for sure. The ironically cruel universe they live in only gave them five days and four hours to know each other. He's been preparing his entire life for it, knowing he wouldn’t even get a week, promising himself he would be the one that lived. 
Five days and four hours. That’s not nearly long enough to know a person. That’s not nearly long enough to love a person. They’re practically strangers still. Eddie isn’t going to die so a stranger can live. 
If he climbs that rope, then a stranger dies. 
His soulmate dies. 
Steve dies. 
But if he doesn’t… Steve made Eddie promise to not do ‘anything cute’. He had given him a slow sad smile, and hugged Dustin tightly. They had both kind of expected it to be him, if they were being really honest. Steve seemed like the kind of guy to lay it all on the line, Eddie had even said that he wasn’t a hero. 
He still isn’t. His hands are shaking, and he’s utterly fucking terrified. But there are only one hundred and nineteen more seconds left on their timers, and he refuses to let those be the last one hundred and nineteen seconds of Steve’s life. Eddie can’t bear the thought of watching them all grieve, of having to go on for however many years with that empty timer on his wrist forever showing that he had let himself run again.
He has a choice to climb that rope. He has the choice to leave that stranger to die.
But in the end it isn’t really even a choice.
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glowing-gold · 5 months
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Something about Paul’s groans in Nineteen Hundred Eighty Five and John’s groans in Come Together/Cold Turkey…. Anybody want to isolate those vocal tracks so we can hear them having sex
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Tracklist:
Band On The Run • Jet • Bluebird • Mrs. Vandebilt • Let Me Roll It • Mamunia • No Words • Helen Wheels • Picasso's Last Words (Drink To Me) • Nineteen Hundred And Eighty Five
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noonaishere · 6 months
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Online/Offline [Choi San] - Masterlist
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By: noonaishere (main blog: symphonyofmars)
Fic type: social media au / traditional
Pairing: San x fem!reader
Genre: cafe setting, streamer, strangers to lovers, mutual pining, male lead secrets
Warnings: stalking, verbal abuse, online harassment, attempted kidnapping, “honey trap”, drinking
Status: Currently updating
Updates: Mondays and Tuesdays at 12pm EST
Synchronously posted with Music of the Heart (any asterisked (*) chapters means they’re shared between both fics)
[intro post explaining y/n and t/n]
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SYNOPSIS:
Y/n has been a faceless streamer since she was 17 or 18 and - even though she’s friends with an idol from a popular group - no one knows who she is. Things start to go wrong when someone posts a picture in front of her old job and she makes the move from her hometown to Seoul. What will happen when she makes a whole bunch of new friends at the nearby cafe?
Also, how does y/n’s existence connect to t/n, someone she’s never met?
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🧋 main cast
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🧋 Prologue | the inciting incident
🧋 one | The Unofficial JGG Steam Rundown
🧋 two | fried chicken and baby pictures
🧋 three | one week later
🧋 four | what’s the wifi?
🧋 five | a job would be nice
🧋 six | students, please pay attention in class
🧋 seven | above minimum wage. like, *way* above
🧋 eight | trimming the fat
🧋 nine | screep screep goddamn!
🧋 ten | F, senpai
🧋 eleven | QUITE the face journey
🧋 twelve | welcome to AtoZ café
🧋 thirteen | she definitely used to be a barista
🧋 fourteen | commit to the bit
🧋 fifteen | *heartlessly*
🧋 sixteen | our beautiful boy
🧋 seventeen | bean boyz / shadow beanz
🧋 eighteen | were they in a drama or something?
🧋 nineteen | how are the fields this year?
🧋 twenty | the devil was an angel too, before he fell
🧋 twenty-one | busy bees send emails
🧋 twenty-two | leroyyyyy jenkins!
🧋 twenty-three | bean babez
🧋 twenty-four | a car? in this economy?
🧋 twenty-five | can I pick her up? can I tell her I love her? will she get mad?
🧋 twenty-six | get thee to a nunnery, wench
🧋 twenty-seven | like a dumbass
🧋 twenty-eight | double high five
🧋 twenty-nine | “just mix them up”
🧋 thirty | a loudmouth with no sense of self preservation
🧋 thirty-one | stephen from canada
🧋 thirty-two | because…
🧋 thirty-three | i think he’s just nice, that’s all
🧋 thirty-four | you’re both Too Nice
🧋 thirty-five | you really do need a vacation
🧋 thirty-six | petition to have cat kicked from the discord
🧋 thirty-seven | stream CALLiSTO everyone
🧋 thirty-eight | what’s your channel name?
🧋 thirty-nine | she’s the streamer
🧋 forty | we can’t keep meeting like this
🧋 forty-one | “family drama”
🧋 forty-two | meet the morn
🧋 forty-three | feline photoshoot
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gsirvitor · 2 months
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big-barn-bed · 3 months
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they took paul’s lead vocals off of nineteen hundred and eighty five is this some kind of SICK PERVERTED JOKE???
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his voice is so pretty in picasso’s last words I almost forgive him. they knew we didn’t deserve him squealing and grunting in 4k…
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