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#pls listen to this song if u havent
deltarone · 8 months
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k9wa · 1 year
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𑣲 少女レイ ft. hanemiya kazutora.
⠀ — crying cicadas, and you who won’t return again.
⠀ OR
⠀ — a lonely spirit haunting those cursed train tracks.
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⚠︎ angst, mentions/topics of suicide, major character death, gore if you squint, fem!reader, canon divergent (you're both in highschool), wc 1.5k.
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it was the littlest things that always seemed to send the memory of you flooding through kazutora’s senses. 
it was catching the scent of your perfume in the wind on his route to school that would stop him dead in his tracks, spinning his head in every direction like he truly expected you to be somewhere near him.
it was the sound of a cicada on a distant tree, screaming so loud in search of companionship that it’s enough to pierce straight through the serene summer air. he wished he could scream, too. he yearned for an outlet to belt and sing his feelings of misery, of agony, of how alone he suddenly felt in the world. your departure had ripped a part of his soul from this earth and carried it away along with your own to somewhere he couldn’t ever reach.
it was passing someone on the street, with a bag holding the same keychain as yours hooked onto one of its straps. such a miniscule thing forced him to remember that his matching one sat forsaken on his nightstand, mimicking the solitude he bathed and wallowed in every night since that horrific morning.
kazutora never thought he would find you to be so utterly suffocating.
yet at night he lay awake, grief thick in his throat, praying to a higher power he had not ever asked for one favour, begging for you back. as if all his prayers were enough to piece you back together and place you back by his side where you belonged. where he needed you to be.
even just a glimpse of you, one final touch, one last kiss placed on the back of your palm, anything. he craved your ghost haunting him in the dead of night so bad that it hurt.
his pleas were never heard by anything outside the four walls of his bedroom.
kazutora remembered the day he found out. he remembered the hour, the second, the last breath he took before everything crumbled to pieces around him.
6 months ago to the day, 06:54.
he remembered blankness, his limbs suddenly weighing much more than they had just moments ago. he remembered hanging up the phone and standing still in his living room as his cell fell to the floor. the screen still had a crack in it. he couldn’t cry, couldn’t scream, couldn’t even blink or breathe.
you, 
the you who had pulled him out of the black hole that was his own mind and healed the most broken parts of him,
the you who had filled his heart and life with so much warmth and vibrance he only read about in cliche stories as a child,
the you who kazutora had fallen so deeply and incredibly in love with that he drifted off to sleep every night at the thought of marrying you some day and growing old together,
you were gone. just like that.
your voice would never be heard again, your hair would never tickle his face in his sleep, your shoes would never be left in his doorway for him to trip over. 
you no longer existed.
and the one who had taken you away was the very person he entrusted his entire mind and being to. 
when you disappeared, kazutora had nowhere to be and no one to belong to.
the news of your suicide thoroughly destroyed him. 
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on an otherwise beautiful morning, those same cicadas ringing distantly in his ears, kazutora kept his head down as he sped-walked past a pair of rickety train tracks he was forced to pass by on his morning commute. a routine he had grown accustomed to ever since the sight of them had started causing him unsoothable nausea.
he was almost in the clear, near able to pull his gaze from his shoelaces until there was the damn smell of you filling his sinuses. 
he knew better. he knew you were gone somewhere there was no returning from. he had a piece of you hung around his neck for god's sake, one of his only keepsakes of you being the ash you were reduced to that he never went anywhere without.
yet he looks, and spins around trying desperately to see you behind or beside him. 
kazutora’s breath caught in his throat when he saw your keychain dropped on the sidewalk back where he had just walked. 
it could have been anyones, and he knew that. but a delicate hand sneaking into view to pick it up was what nearly made him break down. 
he knew that hand. it had held and played with his own, it had pinched his side and his cheeks, wiped his tears and sorrows away.
his eyes snapped up, but all he was able to see were a few strands of hair ducking behind a shop corner.
his legs were carrying him in that direction before he had time to think, running so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet. he turned the corner, coming to a comical stop as he rounded it. his bag had fallen off his shoulder, abandoned and probably acting as an obstacle to any foot traffic passing by. kazutora didn’t have the room in his brain to worry about that. 
for around that corner, he was met with the sight of your back. 
the wind was knocked out of him, your name falling so silently from his lips that even he barely heard it. the skirt of your uniform blew softly in the wind, your arms crossed behind your back to help keep it from flipping up from the breeze. 
kazutora’s shoes felt glued to the ground as he pushed and shoved his way through an invisible wall to get closer to you. he was trembling, eyes filling with tears and an overload of emotions filling up in his chest, all beginning to spill out.
you looked over your shoulder, finally giving him sight of your face. you were as beautiful as the day he’d lost you.
you leaned against the yellow and black stripes of the railway guards, smiling softly as if nothing was wrong. as if nothing had ever happened in the first place and it was just a normal day where kazutora was meeting you so you could walk to your morning classes together. 
he broke. the tears started to overwhelm his vision as he continued treading towards you. you were there. there and smiling at him, the glow of your skin and freckles on your face just a few paces forward. kazutora felt himself take a breath for what felt like the first time since you vanished, similar to the way he had when he met you for the first time.
it was short lived when the red lights on either side of the tracks started flashing, a familiar horn roaring and approaching from the distance, and you hopped effortlessly over the barrier. 
kazutora reached for you, paralysing fear swelling inside him. he willed himself to speak, swimming up and out of the tar he could feel himself sinking back into.
“h-hey, don’t—”
he stepped forward.
“don’t. please don’t. please—”
“kazutora.”
your voice was still the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. he couldn’t believe he was actually starting to forget the sound of it. 
the look on his face showcased pure heartache, wet cheeks and squinted eyes, furrowed brows and a quivering lip.
you reached a hand out to him, inviting him to a transparent and quickly fading you. 
the warning sirens were no longer heard, the clanging and clashing of train wheels getting closer and closer by the second completely gone. kazutora pulled his feet out of the cement and walked towards you. 
in the distance there was someone trying to get his attention, to warn him that he was wandering too close to the tracks, but he couldn’t hear a lick of it. 
kazutora ducked under the tracks on shaky legs, an even shakier hand hesitantly reaching out to yours and gently grabbing a hold. 
it was warm. kazutora hanemiya never truly realised how cold he was without you.
you pulled him into your arms, held him with such delicacy you’d think he was the illusion. kazutora fell to his knees in your arms, withheld sobs clawing their way from his chest as he finally screamed. piercing through the summer air, his misery was finally voiced, released. 
kazutora didn’t feel the impact of the train that didn’t have time to stop. he didn’t feel his bones crush, nor his body be ripped and torn apart like he was made of glass. he didn’t hear the horrified shrieks and cries of the bystanders, or the rushed ambulance sirens someone had called in advance at the scenario before them.
kazutora smelled your perfume, felt your skin against his, the tickle of your hair against his nose, and heard the screeches of the summer insects surrounding him finally quieting. 
he kissed the back of your hand. together you would move on to another world, another reality, where you were able to love each other just as you were.
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⠀ 𑣲 MASTERLIST / GOT A REQUEST ?
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is it just me or do certain ships have a certain genre of songs that are THEIR songs??? like i cant explain which genre everlark is but songs like "house a habit" "on board" "wheres my love" and "video games" all give the same vibe and are VERY everlark coded
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banghwa · 2 months
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Frulesssss I was in Seoul today and there was a subway stop called Banghwa and it reminded me of you :) hope you're doing well <3
they actually named that stop in honour of track 10 of k-pop sensation j-hope's arson (방화) from his debut studio album jack in the box (2022) and also in honour of me . <3
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hella1975 · 11 months
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‘be an astronaut by declan mckenna always makes me emotional idk why’ bc he was inspired by sufjan stevens. get off spotify dickhead
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puppydogsys · 2 years
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I don't want to admit that I've been homesick
Is nostalgia my inherent weakness?
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jonah-archives · 1 year
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random tmc au whiteboard doodle dump idk
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would post the other stuff but it's literally just all mark.
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slowdesire · 2 years
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what r ur favourite blur songs bc i listened to some and i liked them but the one u reblogged was elite
i assume you're referring to the universal, and totally agree with you, such an elite song! one of the first tracks by blur i wholeheartedly enjoyed. though i don't feel qualified to specify other songs that sound like it or follow a similar vibe, some of my other favorites are:
battery in your leg (my most played song not just by them but in general for 2022), caramel (my second favorite. it's IMMACULATE), bugman, sweet song, bad day, star shaped, no distance left to run, beachcoma, you're so great, end of a century, tender, and good song. supa shoppa is also fun but it doesn’t have any lyrics, it’s more of an interlude than anything
the quickest way i got hooked on blur's music was through this short playlist i made because a good friend told me the four songs are related to band lore between damon albarn and graham coxon. you might like something from there!!!
from what i can tell some of the best 'entry level' tracks are beetlebum, parklife, and girls & boys, but you've probably heard them already. there's also song 2 but it took me at least a month to understand the appeal of it
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vampyrated · 4 days
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pumpkinsy0 · 18 days
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desi!johnny hc’s but early 2000’s au? thanks if u get to it!
YEA OF COURSE!!! i dont even think i rlly ever talked about johnny in my 2000s au cause hes just so timeless so this would acc be pretty good help to find out what hes like
•HUGE tollywood fan, would literally force pony to watch some movies w him (if i remember correctly, tollywood refers to the bengali cinema/film industry, if im wrong MY BAD</33)
•some of em arent even translated to english or at least he doesnt have the version that is, maybe its recorded on a vhs tape so ponys just there sitting quietly and every 10 mins hes like “so whats goin on”
•his fav to watch is chokher bali and the namesake (i say the namesake cause i feel like maybe johnny relates to it quite a bit yknow)
•sometimes u can catch him listening to Rabindra Sangeet songs, hes not rlly a music person but he likes it a lot
•HE ALSO LIKES BANGLA BAND MUSIC i can feel it, sometimes he shares an earbud w pony so he can listen to it too
•he LOVES partachitra paintings (if u havent seen em before look them up), hes not much of an artist but i imagine that in class he likes doodling and drawing inspo from those paintings, not exactly drawing like those hindu mythology scenes, but just the way he draws ppl???u can tell he gets some notes from partschitra paintings
•i see him as being more open about his culture so maybe in the curtis house he gets them to make bengali food/sweets like sandesh, rashgulla, macher jhol, etc etc, and the gang has a bengali dinner night<33
•google translate was made in 2006 and SO THIS MEANS that yes, SOMETIMES the gang (mostly pony) can find out what johnny mumbled under his breath in bengala (or whatever language u hc him to speak) and they now know just how funny johnny rlly is
•or rlly how mean, ik he makes some slick comments under his breath, when he finds out someones using google translate on him he just sighs and goes lu know what i said huh😕😕”
THATS RLLY ALL I CAN THINK OF NOW BUT this gave me a way better understanding of johnny in the early 2000s au so bless u🙏🏽🙏🏽
AND AS ALWAYS IF I GOT SOMETHING WRONG PLS CORRECT ME GUYS I BEG</3
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jinstronaut · 2 months
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RULES: when you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 people!
crazy form, ateez (i havent moved on i dont think i ever will 9024 KICK THE DRUM MY EGO IN THIS SHOW)
one spark, twice (LISTEN TO IT NOW OR PERISH IDK WHAT TO TELL U ITS SOTY)
coffee, bts (throws a brick thru ur window pls remember this song exists thank u)
snooze, agust d feat. woosung of the rose + ryuichi sakamoto (ive been listening to this a lot bc i am Sad and hearing yoongi say it'll all be okay on a loop is just soothing for my braincells)
super lady, g-idle (bow down 2 queen soyeon i AM THE TOP SUPER LAAAAAADY)
tagging: girl idk uuhhhhhh @kimtaegis, @taee, @sevencoloredstar !! ♥
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misfithive · 2 months
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People I want to get to know better
thank you @hergrandplan and @mostlypisces-blog for the tag :)
Last Song: Same Place by Jade LeMac (i never heard it before but i love Spotify Daylist to hear tons of new music)
Favorite color: i love the color coral 🪸 like reddish orange
Last film/show: Ink Masters - i love tattoos and tattoo shows. I’m getting a new tattoo friday heheh
Sweet/spicy/savory: i actually prefer sour. I loveeeee itttt i used to eat lemons like oranges and love sour candy eheheheheh but out our of the options sweet
Relationship status : married basically my whole “adult” life. we met right after school💜
Current obsession: besides young royals and omar rudberg? Mmm always Jellycats
Last thing I googled : 7:00pm cet to est lmfao i’m horrible st time zones so whenever netflix noridics posts something i have to look up what time it is for me
Last book: the last book i finished was this audio book i loved it. I’m currently listening to Care Work about disability and reading A love Song for Ricki Wilde which is by my favorite author Tia Williams (my blog name and my name Misfit comes from one of her other books, Seven Days in June. Which would make a great Wilmonized fic im just saying)
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Looking forward to: getting a new tattoo, maybe my brithday but it’s right after s3 airs so hopefully wilmon endgame is my birthday gift. Idk if im looking forward to s3 right now i’m more terrified tbh but i’m looking forward to edmar interviews and Omar being cutie
No pressure tags idk who has done it before and if u see this and i havent tagged u pls do it if u wanna!! @glimmeringdreams @k-pepp @phaniji @bigalockwood @stygianirondiangelo @anonfromtheflight @boyfriendswilmon @p4nicaker @lolcari @skibasyndrome
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cayliecoltrane · 3 months
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just found your blog and helplessly need to know if you've listened to mantana roberts. esp kersaia. it bangs + has the most coltrane spirit ingrained in any song Ever. theyre awesome and they rock. if u havent pls do. cheers :Dd!!
oh my gosh!! i’d never heard of matana before!!! just listened. super deep. the spoken word bit reminds me of cecile mclorin salvant. also that’s so funny, matana is friends with a bunch of my friends and teachers on instagram. can’t believe i wasn’t hip. thanks for hipping me!
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pocketsizedquasar · 1 year
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Queequeg, Tash, and Dag - do not separate them ;-; 23!!!! 24, 26, and 28
(oc asks)
still have a couple of these left in my inbox so im gonna do them !! i havent forgotten ab them i prommy,, anyway yes pls do not separate the squad!!
23- how would you describe their voice? can they sing?
queequeg's voice is very deep and melodious, rich and warm. they're definitely good at singing. nice strong baritone. pretty heavy accent on account the whole ESL thing
tashtego's is higher, a little rough (not in a bad way, just how some voices have like an edge to them). not much of an accent to USian ears. they can and do sing a lot
daggoo is i think in the middle of the other two in terms of how high/low his voice is. west african accent. he's not as musical -- doesn't sound bad per se, and will still participate in songs/shanties etc, but not like exceptionally talented or anything.
24- do they have any creative hobbies? (art, writing, music, etc)
all three of them are into scrimshaw + other kinds of carving just by nature of it being readily available and a good way to pass the time. queequeg canonically seems at least semi interested in fabric/textile arts (re: mat weaving) so maybe he likes to do some of that too. watercolor painting + sketching was also not an uncommon thing on whaleships at the time; i think tash would be very good at that. dag likes to read and has a small collection of books of his own that is constnatly in flux from trading with other crew members, either on his ship or on gams with other ships.
26- how do they move? are they clumsy? light on their feet? do they use mobility aids?
i think all three of them are fairly comfortable taking up space and being confident in the space they take up. they're all by nature of their jobs very well coordinated and fast/agile. they also all, unfortunately, and especially daggoo, have probably had to get used to hunching over indoors / belowdecks on the ship on account of all the walls and doors being too short for them lmao
28- how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?
queequeg: very touchy/cuddly and very service oriented. big fan of hugs, holding hands, leaning against others for support, etc. i think if he doesn't like someone he mostly just ignores them. u are not worth their time. leave them alone. in the single (1) case of that super annoying racist getting in his space, he's not afraid to absolutely deck them tho lmao
tashtego: i think it's a bit hard to earn tash's genuine care and respect, but once someone has, it's a very weighty and present thing. they'll be very honest (not in a "brutal honesty" way just. they're a very honest/straightforward/no bullshit person) w/ you with a genuine desire to share themself wholly with u, and u with them. normally, they're very guarded, so their honesty and vulnerability means a great deal of care from them if they don't like u they WILL passive aggressive u to hell and back and also mean girls it up with their gossip squad tm (the harpooner squad)
daggoo: if he's comfortable around u he's a lot more jokey + fun banter. he's also a very good listener, generally very patient. i think similarly to queequeg, he tends to ignore ppl being stupid, but if need be, he will also not hesitate to Deck You TM if you are an absolute shithead
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