#song: head over heels/broken by tears for fears

[sundaeaddams]

i wanted to be with you alone

and talk about the weather

#tears for fears #head over heels #broken #songs from the big chair #1985 #playlist

[thedepartmentofdiscoveries]

#tears for fears #head over heels/broken (reprise) #head over heels #songs from the big chair #new wave #pop rock #progressive pop #1985 #early 80s music #roland orzabal #curt smith #the best of british #british musicians #british band #Spotify #current song mood

[scoutswritingcorner]

Formal Disappearance

Alastor x GN!Reader

TW: None

Song(s) I was listening to: Head Over Heels/Broken by Tears for Fears

A/N: I want more flustered Alastor guys. If I have to make it so be- Let me fluster the deer man.

Alastor looked around the room as Charlie explained her new “bonding exercise”, his gaze sweeping over the crew that was all here..Something was missing- No, someone was missing from the gathering. His sweet Doe was missing, how did he not notice this earlier? In fact he hasn’t seen you all day. The last time he saw you was last night when you were hiding your reddened face as you laughed at his joke. His ever wandering eyes snapping towards Husk causing the old tom cat to flinch and bristle up causing his smile to flicker for a second, before grinning wider. Oh, he knew something. “Husker, my dearest friend, do you have something to share with me?” Alastor tilted his head as he turned to face the bartender.

“Me? Nope, I don’t have anything to say.” Husk responded not meeting his eyes. Alastor’s eye twitched as his ears fell back against his head, his clawed finger tapping on his cane. His patience was running thin, he hated being apart from you for this long. But he would never mutter it out to a soul, his pride was far too big for that. “Know what?” Charlie asked, smiling tensely, she hoped this wouldn’t turn into a whole thing. Alastor glanced at her but didn’t answer her as Husk flinched from his sharp gaze. “They had to go do something for their job.” Husk answered quickly causing Angel to smirk, “They looked smoking, Smiles. You should’ve seen them before they left.” The comment made Alastor snap his neck back towards Angel Dust who flinched and backed away muttering an apology.

“Oh! They had a huge formal event for their job today, that’s why they aren’t here right now. They had left early in the morning while you were doing a broadcast. They didn’t want to bother you but they said they left a note in your room.” Charlie explained clapping her hands together causing Alastor to hum loudly, so that’s what the note was for this morning. Well, what’s a few more hours without you by his side? He wasn’t desperate for your attention,

~~~~~

It had been four hours (possibly even more) since you had been gone and Alastor was struggling to even be near the others, his temper was getting to him and he missed you oh so dearly. He missed your smile and how your voice seemed to travel through the hotel like one of his favorite songs. He couldn’t even focus on the paper in front of him, what was keeping you this long at this so called formal event? He let out a soft growl watching as his own shadow pulled his focus on the wall in front of him. A lovestruck smile on the pesky shadow as it pointed towards the foyer of the Hotel. He stared at the shadow with an eyebrow raised confused on why his own shadow was acting like this.

Then like a siren song piercing through the silence he heard your voice echo, “I’m sorry, Charlie. I didn’t expect it to take that long. I thought it would be an hour or two at best.” Your voice echoed down to the parlor causing him to immediately stand up from his spot on the armchair in front of the fireplace. His ears happily flickering as he heard your precious laughter echo after a few seconds of soft whispers. He hurriedly made his way towards the front foyer of the Hotel ignoring how his Shadow dashed after his long strides. If his undead heart could beat, it would surely be racing at this point just at the thought of seeing you after hours, his tense smile now becoming relaxed at hearing your voice.

Looking up from the bottle of water in your hand at the shadow of your boyfriend curling around your own before. “Dearest!~ There you are and here I thought you had run away fro-” His voice stopped suddenly like a broken record as he gazed at your form. How absolutely darling you looked all dressed up. How your outfit clung to you from the necklace you were wearing (specifically the one he had gotten you a few weeks back) complimented your whole outfit perfectly. 

A dark red blush creeped up his neck to his cheeks as his ears laid back on his head. Noticing how you stared at him, a small smirk on your lips as you tilted your head. “What’s wrong, Dear? Don’t you like my outfit?” You teased, causing him to look away with a dark blush coating his cheeks and glaring at the wall as if it offended him. Angel snickered and turned his gaze back to Husk, “I think Smiles adores it a little too much, Toots.” An almost feral snarl leaving your Beau’s lips at hearing Angel point that out. You walked closer, holding your hand out to him. “Don’t worry, Dear. I saved one last dance for you.”

Alastor looked down at you, blush still prominent on his cheeks but he grabbed your hand and leaned down to kiss your knuckles, “Only if you’d have me, Cher.” He whispered out only for you to hear. A soft smile gracing your lips, you nodded at his request. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Dear.” He swore his tail was about to create a hole in his jacket from the way it wagged so fast, linking your arms together he walked you to another part of the hotel to dance the night away.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor x you #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel imagine

[gatzbright]

dream & george; falling in love

Dream: 'Have either of you talked about liking each other in the past?' George: *Scoffs* Dream: ... Well— George: *Giggles* Dream: Well, none of the answers fit. But I'd say, like, we've talked about 'whether' ... George: The weather? Dream: Yeah.

Dream: The realisation that, once again, I met someone that's not going to be my friend, but something more. They were never meant to be my friend in the first place. I can't avoid it. If I'm going to fall in love, I'm going to fall in love. So this song is a cry to please be gentle, please don't make me even more paranoid.

Dream: I want that part of my life to be private, you know? Regardless of who that person is ... Once the cameras are off, once we're not doing anything, it's our time. It's me and you. There's no one else. No one else exists in the world, regardless of the fact that there's thirty-million people that are looming over.

Dream: Because I'm famous and because I have all this attention on me—when I'm in my normal life it's like, I want to put the people in my life in the spotlight and make sure they feel that way. But then there's lyrics like 'the celebrity in my bed' and 'close the curtains now you're all mine' ... It's about, you know, that special someone in your life, and how in my mind, because I feel so special, I want them to feel that same specialness. So, yeah, it's about relationships and how I want that person to feel special like I do.

dream @/dreamwastaken: .@/GeorgeNotFound you've had such a big impact on my life I don't even know where to start. helping me code my videos sometimes, helping with random ideas within videos, encouraging me and always being the light in the room to make things even just a little bit brighter. you took a chance on me out of university, making thumbnails and coding for scraps because we wanted to make it big and I’m proud to say that we did it and I’ll have an appreciation for you for the rest of my life because of your friendship, kindness, and love you’ve shown me. love you man. idc if you’re never serious or if we joke around a lot, you have a place in my heart and I’m looking forward to finally meeting you and taking our next step in content creation and friendship. LOVE U

Dream: 'Spotlight' is a song I wrote about making that special someone in my life feel as special as they truly are ... I want to be there to support them through the ups and downs, and make them feel like they have a million fans screaming cheering them on, even if it's just my voice echoing a million times. They are the most important person in the world and the only one in that spotlight of love and admiration, and I want them to know that.

a lot of my future is your future

Head Over Heels / Broken, Tears for Fears | Dream and George retake 'Am I In Love With My Bestfriend' Quiz, DNF Discord Podcast | Head Over Heels / Broken, Tears for Fears | Dream Team House Cooking Stream, Awesamdude VOD | The Diaries of Franz Kafka, Franz Kafka | Paranoid, Dream | to whoever wants to hear – lyric booklet, Dream | Franz Kafka Letter, Franz Kafka | Red Doc>, Anne Carson | Photograph of Dream and George during the Foodbeast's Panel at Twitchcon San Diego, @/itsjusttai_ | Dream Team Christmas – Baking Cookies, Sapnap VOD | Paranoid, Dream | Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince, Taylor Swift | Dream's Snapchats of George, @/dream | Paris, Taylor Swift | Dream breaks down his new EP track by track, Associated Press | long story short, Taylor Swift | Dream and George on set: Everest – Dream & Yung Gravy BEHIND THE SCENES, Dream Music | Dream breaks down his new EP track by track, Associated Press | Spotlight, Dream | Technoblade Charity Stream George's POV, GeorgeNotFound VOD | Dream and George during Foodbeast's Kitchen League Battle Royale at Twitchcon San Diego, Twitch VOD | October Passed Me By, girl in red | Waiting for a Star to Fall, Boy Meets Girl | Dream Team Christmas – Gingerbread Houses, GeorgeNotFound VOD | dream Tweet, @/dreamwastaken | Dream Team Christmas – Baking Cookies, Sapnap VOD | "George napping and the sun is literally beaming him square in the face" – Photograph and Tweet, @/dreamwastaken | Paranoid, Dream | Dream and George on set: Everest – Dream & Yung Gravy BEHIND THE SCENES, Dream Music | to whoever wants to hear – lyric booklet, Dream | Dream Team House Cooking Stream, Awesamdude VOD | SOMEONE MADE A DISSTRACK ABOUT ME???, GeorgeNotFound VOD | Paranoid, Dream |

#whew !!!!! WHO ELSE IS FEELING CRAZY #memememmeememem #constant state of delirium and just utter hysteria like. dream wrote love songs about his george his boy his soulmate his best friendhis lo #both of whom we've been shipping n writing n reading fics n creating fanart for YEARS bc we could see it and. now its kinda beenhardlaunche #romance is not dead if u keep it just yours !!!!!!!!!!!!! #IM SO HAPPY FOR MY BABIES MY DNFIES ohmygod likeisferejrghrgeuoegrh #this took hours btw its now 9am and i had 1hour sleep ijust. don't know anymore this is dnfs fault #poured my blood sweat n tears into this load of crazy TRUTH. time to write dnf fic now o7 #compilations #web weaving #dnf #my dnfies #dreamnotfound #dreamie #georgie #love #timeless #tin can #my webs

[artiststarme]

What if Vecna cursed Steve instead of Max?

Steve has ignored his own problems for as long as he could remember. He would leave his unfinished homework at home when he knew it was due that day. He’d purposely avoid going to the doctor in order to live a little longer in ignorant bliss, to hell with the threat of further damage. He’d even leave his gas tank at a quarter full when he knew he had a long drive just so he wouldn’t have to look at an empty wallet. 

So, when his nightmares got worse and his nose started bleeding at random times and he started seeing things that weren’t actually there, well that was just another thing to ignore completely. He put a bandaid on the issue with a bottle of Tylenol and started wearing sunglasses indoors. But as the week wore on, the bags beneath his eyes began to bruise and his hair lost its pizazz. 

Robin was worried about him, that he could tell. She would hand him a homemade lunch any time he drove her to school. On their shifts together at Family Video, she would stick him in the back to rewind tapes, sort through new shipments, or even take a nap. Every day, her eyes would get more concerned until her face developed a look of perpetual worry. But, Steve ignored it. So, he had a few bad nightmares that caused him to wake up in a fit of panic. Who cares that he’d taken to carrying an extra shirt in his car because he was having so many nosebleeds? Not him. 

When the kids coerced him into finding Eddie, he was hesitant but woefully inept in arguing with them. He didn’t expect his old dealer from high school to hold a broken bottle to his throat. Certainly didn’t expect to be turned on by it either but that was something to contemplate at a much later time, preferably never. 

They found out that the Upside Down was back at it again and later found out that Chrissy and Fred had been having nightmares, nosebleeds, and depression. That they were having strong feelings of worthlessness and guilt. And if that didn’t summarize Steve to a T, he didn’t know what did. 

And Robin knew too. She called him out on it, at first in secret but when he brushed it off, she told the group. Steve would never forget the horror on Dustin’s face when he found out that he was cursed. It gave them a new sense of determination. They had to save their babysitter, nay- their friend, no matter what the cost. 

But Steve? He wasn’t sure he was worth the effort. His life certainly wasn’t even slightly as important as the lives of any of his friends. He wasn’t willing to sacrifice any of them so he was immediately against any and all of their plans. 

He almost died too. When they were lounging at his house, strategizing and such, Vecna got him. He started to lift into the air and could feel his bones creaking under an invisible force. Robin and Nance called Dustin right then to tell him about the effect music had on the victim. Eddie, poor, poor Eddie, started singing Tears for Fears right away and Steve was so enamored with his deep, dulcet voice that he managed to escape. When they asked his favorite song later that day, Steve lied and said it was the Head Over Heels that Eddie had sung. 

He didn’t want to out himself by saying it was Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen. Steve was nothing if not an enigma. A man of layers upon layers hiding from his friends and everyone else behind a facade. 

They believed him, why wouldn’t they? Dustin forced a walkman into his hands and headphones over his ears. Then Robin and Eddie forced him to keep them on. The blaring music and grating voices helped him tune out of reality and focus on his thoughts. 

He was going to die and he was fine with that. As long as everyone else was safe, he’d take the L. He felt like his entire life led to this moment. Nothing he ever did was ever meaningful, ever important. But his death would be because he would save the lives that mattered. Robin, Dustin, Nancy, Eddie, Max, and Lucas would be safe. And they had each other so they would be fine. Dustin, the kid he saw as the little brother he’d always wanted, he would have Eddie. Steve knew that Eddie was his new favorite anyway. Robin? She had been mooning over Nancy since they had met up at the trailer park. She could be her best friend with Steve out of the way. Everyone else there just put up with Steve for the others so they wouldn’t miss him either. 

While he was zoned out, they decided that Steve would be the bait for Vecna in the Creel house. He could lure him there while Nancy and Robin killed his physical body from the Upside Down. They told him he just needed to focus on good memories because Vecna couldn’t find him there. 

But when push came to shove, Steve didn’t have any good memories. Even in the fun times, the times that were supposed to be fully happy, there was always a background tinge of sadness. From the earliest times he could remember to the times of late, he couldn’t think of a time he’d been truly, completely happy. 

His childhood birthday parties, he was supposed to be having fun and being a kid. Instead, he had to play the part of happy families in front of all of his dad’s work friends. He got presents but he also got abandoned by his parents any time they wanted to go on a trip. 

His first win at little league? His dad gave him his first concussion when they got home because he tagged Joshua Evans out. Joshua’s dad worked with his dad and Steve had embarrassed him by costing his team the point. 

His first A on a history test? His teacher pulled him back after class and accused him of cheating because there was no way Steve Harrington could ever study hard enough to get an A. He was much too dumb for that, right?

Even the more recent times with his found family, he couldn’t think of any times he’d truly been happy. He’s always content at work around Robin. But there’s always a fear that she’s going to leave and he’ll lose everything. She was his only true friend and when she went to school, he knew he’d be all alone. 

The times when Dustin or Max or Lucas asked him for rides? Even when they’re happy singing along in the car or laughing with each other, Steve feels a sharp sense of jealousy because he knows he’ll never have friends that care about him like that or want him around. He never had and he never would. 

And so, when Vecna finds him, Steve is all too easy for him to catch. As the Party scrambles to figure out his favorite song and settles for the wrong one. As El tries to traipse through Steve’s happy memories but finds none. And as Robin, Eddie, Dustin, and Nancy scream at him to fight. Steve gives up. And Vecna has his final victim.

@doubleb11 @nburkhardt @zerokrox-blog

#Or so he thinks until Eddie starts singing Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen which wakes Steve up out of shock alone #Hope you guys have tissues on standby #stranger things #fanfic #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #eleven hopper #max mayfield #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson

[snapghoul]

Songs I think Johnny Cage actually listens too.

✰ Note: I love “International Love” being his unofficial theme song, it’s funny. This is just a collection of songs I think represent him and songs he has on his playlists. Some have headcanons for funzies.

✰ Head cannon: Johnny gets his music taste from his mother, It was one of the only ways to bond with him because of her job. Favorite memories are him singing with her in the car. Has old cassettes his mom made for him, refuses to get rid of them.

– ⭑ –

Head Over Heels & Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Tears For Fears

Voulez-Vous, Money, Money, Money, Super Trooper & Slipping Through My Fingers - ABBA

✰ His mother played Slipping Through My Fingers on their way home from his high school graduation, and they both ugly cried.

Blue Monday - New Order

Sunglasses At Night - Corey Hart

Bohemian Rapsody, Another One Bites The Dust, We Will Rock You, Killer Queen, Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

Paint It Black & Sympathy For The Devil - The Rolling Stones

Girls On Film, Hungry Like The Wolf, Rio & The Wild Boys - Duran Duran

Sabotage, Fight For Your Right, Intergalactic, No Sleep Til Brooklyn - Beastie Boys

✰ Listens to BB while he is training. Something about them make him want to beat the shit outta his punching bag.

Enjoy The Silence & Never Let Me Down Again - Depeche Mode

Devil Went Down To Georgia - The Charlie Daniels Band

Sunburn - Fuel

Love Shack - The B-52’s

✰ His mother's favorite song. Listens to it when he’s feeling nostalgic.

Black Betty - Ram Jam

Enter Sandman, For Whom The Bell Tolls, One, Master Of Puppets & Lux Æterna - Metallica

✰ Johnny is a sleeper Metalhead; one would never know he is until someone walks in on him listening to it. He had his wrist broken in a pit. Will white girl dance to metal and rock music.

Lonely Day, Chop Souy!, Sugar & Violent Pornography - System Of A Down

Welcome To The Jungle, Sweet Child O’ Mine & Paradise City - Guns N’ Roses

The Chain, Go Your Own Way & Dreams - Fleetwood Mac

Super Massive Black Hole, Knights of Cydonia & Starlight - Muse

Punk Tactics - Joey Valence & Brae

✰ “I am the King and You’re just a pawn. Who’s got the high ground now, Obi-wan?”

#johnny cage #mk1 #mortal kombat #mk johnny cage #mk1 johnny cage #this is my opinion #I think he’s more of classics guy #he probably does listen to new stuff but complains it’s not as good

[athena-writes-i-guess]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompt: Having a midnight picnic

You were in your room getting ready for bed when you heard a tapping come from your window, opening your curtains you found your boyfriend, Eddie’s, smiling face on the other end. You opened the window to let him in but he shook his head and stayed outside.

“Hi honey, what are you doing here?” You questioned quietly, it was late and you didn’t want to wake up your parents.

“What are you doing tonight?” He asked with a dimpled smile. You looked down at your sleep shorts and shirt, then at your clock that read 11:17pm.

“Well, I was going to go to bed.” You chuckled. “But I’m guessing you have other ideas?”

“Oh yeah, sweetheart. Get changed, we’re going to be outside.” He said before a slightly concerned look crossed his face. “That is, if you’re okay with that baby?”

You smiled brightly back at him. If only the people that were scared of this absolute sweetheart could see him like this. “Yeah that’s okay with me Eds. Gimme a second.” You said before walking to your closet to pull out some jeans and a shirt and started changing. Eddie sent you some quiet wolf whistles when you were just in your underwear, waggling his eyebrows suggestively at you when you sent him a joking glare.

Once you were done, you crawled out the window and scaled down the side of your house with Eddie’s help. He didn’t let go of your hand until he had got you all the way into the passenger’s seat of his van, a soft, sweet smile on his face as he looked at you before placing a quick kiss on your cheek.

Eddie quickly got in the van and grabbed your hand again once you were on the road, Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears was playing softly on the radio and he was quietly mouthing the words as he drove. You bit your lip to keep the big, goofy smile off your face as you watched him.

He looked at you quickly, noticing you staring, and sent you a smile. “Whatcha looking at sweet thing?” He asked.

“Are you singing Tears for Fears?” You questioned with a large grin.

“Yeah, you like Tears for Fears.” He said matter of factly.

“Yeah, I do. I didn’t think you did.” You chuckled.

“I like this song.” He said with a little shrug of his shoulders.

“Me too, sweet boy.” You said softly, you watched the almost shy smile appear on his face at your words.

You drove for a little while, until you made it to Lover’s Lake. You shot Eddie a confused look as he leaned to the back seat and pulled out a few plastic bags and a blanket. “We’re having a picnic.” He smiled back at you. “Wait, let me get your door.” He said quickly as you went to get out. You chuckled as he scrambled with the items and quickly opened your door, giving you a deep, dramatic bow as he helped you out.

He walked you to the edge of the lake before spreading the blanket out and gesturing for you to sit down. He dug into one of the bags and pulled out a few sandwiches, bags of chips, and your favorite soda. “I also brought some Twinkie’s for dessert.” He smiled as he sat next to you. “But I wanted to show you this.” He said, pointing to the sky.

You looked up and let out a small surprised gasp, your eyes having finally adjusted to the dark. Up above you the dark sky looked almost broken in half as the Milky Way cut across it. Colors of purple and white seemed to swirl amongst the millions of stars you could see. You watched in awe as some stars shot across the sky. “Oh Eddie! There are shooting stars!” You said excitedly, looking at your boyfriend with a beaming smile. “We have to make wishes!”

“I don’t need to make any, sweetheart.” He said with probably the softest look you had ever seen on his face. You felt yourself flush at the implied meaning behind his words.

“I don’t either.” You said confidently, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his lips, completely in love with this sweet man.

Taglist: @srapalestina

Masterlist

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #stranger things fanfiction #eddie #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie x fem!reader #eddie fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie stranger things #eddie x f!reader #eddie fluff #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie x gn!reader #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie drabble #eddie imagine #eddie blurb

[lavnderwonu]

seventeen as my favorite 80's songs!

i’m always bragging about my music taste and how i literally can listen to almost anything. i’m an expert in 70s and 80s genres (if i do say so myself). so here’s the members as 80’s songs! i picked songs based off vibes, & you can tell which ones are more new-wave, and which ones are more metal/rock lol. click the link to listen and you might find some new fave songs!🕺🏼🩷 clearly i love the smiths…

choi seungcheol ❀

mr. telephone man by new edition

vacation by the go-go’s

there is a light that never goes out by the smiths

yoon jeonghan ❀

take my breath away by berlin

cheri cheri lady by modern talking

eyes without a face by billy idol

hong joshua ❀

love my way by the psychedelic furs

everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears

slipping through my fingers by abba

wen junhi ❀

easy lover by philip bailey & phil collins

talking in your sleep by the romantics

careless whisper by george michael

kwon soonyoung ❀

tenderness by general public

your love by the outfield

angel by madonna

jeon wonwoo ❀ (he’s so the smiths coded to me)

how soon is now? by the smiths

just like heaven by the cure

please, please, please let me get what i want by the smiths

lee jihoon ❀

treat me right by pat benatar

smooth operator by sade

loves bites by judas priest

lee seokmin ❀ (HEAVY on the mj/prince vibes)

i would die 4 u by prince

dirty diana by michael jackson

africa by toto

kim mingyu ❀

(i just) died in your arms by cutting crew

pour some sugar on me by def leppard

lovesong by the cure

xu minghao ❀

west end girls by pet shop boys

this charming man by the smiths

the reflex by duran duran

boo seungkwan ❀

head over heels / broken by tears for fears

space age love song by a flock of seagulls

kiss on my list by daryl hall & john oates

chwe hansol ❀

my kinda lover by billy squier

rebel yell by billy idol

bigmouth strikes again by the smiths

lee chan ❀

i think we’re alone now by tiffany (this song is so cute lolol)

wake me up before you go-go by wham!

in your room by the bangles

#seventeen x 80s #seventeen as 80’s songs #choi seungcheol #yoon jeonghan #hong jisoo #hong joshua #wen junhui #kwon soonyoung #jeon wonwoo #lee jihoon #lee seokmin #kim mingyu #xu minghao #boo seungkwan #chwe hansol #lee chan

[cryptidix]

Whenever I listen to Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears I always imagine Handsome Squidward and idk if I've ruined the song for anyone but it makes my day honestly.

#music #tears for fears #spongebob #handsome squidward #Spotify

[loveswirl]

was tagged by @andimhome to share 6 songs ive had on repeat ^_^

1. fable from temple of light

2. i'd like to walk around in your mind someday by vashti bunyan

3. bitter and sick by one two

4. angelnoir by ichiko aoba

5. sun in your eyes by evalyn

6. head over heels / broken by tears for fears

that last one i have not actually been listening to but its been stuck in my head like 24/7 so it feels wrong to not say it xD

tagging @flutterbell @scholar-of-envy @anotherbea @cr3sc3nts4b3r @femmedelafunny @pvtrid-pvppy @fluttershy-fangirl @theokayest !!!

no pressure ofc ^w^

#if i didnt tag you but you wanna do this feel free to say i did #hehe #i love music i love sharing it... #☂️

[ignorancelive]

hiiii i was tagged by @7more and @littleoblivions tyyy<3

shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, then tag 10 people:

Red Wine Supernova - Chappell Roan

Human - The Killers

Hannah Hunt - Vampire Weekend

Hard Times - Paramore

“The Take Over, The Breaks Over” - Fall Out Boy

27 - Fall Out Boy

This Is a Call - Foo Fighters

Brick By Boring Brick - Paramore

Head Over Heels - Tears For Fears

Broken Man - St. Vincent

no pressure tags:

@userparamore @kermitgasm @thepunkpanther @the-replacemints @paramores @itconsumesyou @cellphonehippie @andtosaturn @haylewilliams @swordsofsaturn

+ open tags!!!!!!!

#i dont think ive been listening to head over heels this much but sure #tag game

[the-fiction-witch]

Snow Queen

Media IRL X Fantasy

Character TBS

Couple TBS X Reader (Snow Princess)

Rating sweet + Spooky

Fictional Advent Day twenty Four

It was said, that she comes with the snow, that she rides atop of snow heavy clouds on a stallion of bright white and silver, That she leads an army of creatures with icey wings and skin black with the cost of frostbite. There are many more stories, told to children to keep them in their beds away from the icy cold storms that come in the night. But stories cannot help me now. I walked with shuffled feet, using all my strength to move my feet inches at a time, I wrapped my arms around my body as tightly as possible, and I hid my face into my shoulder trying to hide away from the world before me. My body was frozen so cold I was unable to even shiver, icicles forming in my hair, snow building up in my boots unmelted given how cold I was, my lips blue and numb but still I pushed forward desperate to get home. For a moment I looked up the darkness had swallowed us all, the snow bright white as it swirled around me as if this snowstorm was personally trying to spin me away, the snow so thick it reached my knees, so bright the white burnt my eyes, the fluffy so fast and hard I couldn't even see the lights of the village, the church tower utterly lost in the clouds snow. My knees gave out and my body fell to the ground, snow piling on top of me the moment I stopped moving. My body was so numb, frozen, so weak. I perked up as I heard this ghostly song, soft-sounding bells tingling, and a ghostly voice seemed to circle me. I caught the look of something moving just beyond the snow flurry. "Someone there?" I asked "Hello?!" I called out And suddenly through the harsh snowstorm, I saw her. A woman with skin as pale as snow, long light blue hair braided in tight skilful plats, littered with snow and glittering ice, her lips a deep blue, her eyes a harsh white and icy blue, sharp glitter across her face, a long blue and white gown glittering and glimmering as if the dress was craved from ice and snow, Boots made of pure ice with a sharp icicle heel. She sat atop a snow-white horse with a glittering mane and tail, with a saddle carved from ice with a layer of snow. I knew the stories well but hadn't believed them since I was a child, but fear ran through me, if she was real what else was? She looked down at me from the top of her horse and held out her hand to me covered in a white velvet glove "No. Please…" I begged, tears welling up in my eyes and slipping down my face by freezing before they reached my chin She sat firm and still, and I knew I had little other choice if I didn't take her hand I'd freeze to death, but I didn't know my fate if I did. I forced my body up from the snow and gently took her hand.

I woke up with a jolt sitting up, my body on a pile of fresh fluffy snow in a large cave of ice on all sides with a long tunnel in front of me. I was fearful, to say the least, but I forced my body to stand the cold and weakness of my body were gone but at the same time I didn’t feel cosy and warm I felt… empty. I pushed myself through moving down the small icey corridor chasing the light at its end trying desperately to find where I was or what had happened to me as I gained my strength my steps got faster and faster until I began to run. I saw the light at the end hoping to see home but I stopped short as the tunnel stopped at a sharp cliff edge in a straight drop. That if I had been a few inches closer I’d have gone tumbling over. I gripped the edge desperately to make sure I wouldn’t lose my balance, And I saw where I was. Beyond the cliff edge was a city made of ice and littered with snow, the houses and barracks were built into the ice and snow, an army larger than any other I had ever seen the bodies of the army were dark green or black from frostbite, skin broken and flaked off exposing bone and frozen muscles, their skin white from the cold. A castle at the head of the kingdom was carved from ice intricately and carefully, snow falling heavily enormous blue dragons gliding across the sky.

[raevil]

IF  THE  WALKS  COULD  TALK  ⸻ 

CHARACTERS  ˳  christine  marie  padillo,  unnamed  therapist  &  hospital  staff  members,  there’s  mentions  of  an  unnamed  girl  at  the  end  of  this

WORD COUNT  ˳  1.3k  /  1,377  words 

WARNINGS  ˳  panic  attack,  self-mutilation  (  hair  pulling  ),  mentions  suicide  attempt  (  trying  to  burn  the  room  with  her  inside  ),  mentions  stabbing  a  person,  blood.  if  we  missed  anything,  let  us  know! 

NOTE  ˳  give  it  up  for  the  new  raevil  piece!!  took  ages  but  it’s  here  lmao 

The metronome timer’s ticking seemed to get louder and out of sync as Marie lay on one of the sofas in the room. It must’ve been broken because every time the ticking would skip a beat, her eye would start twitching, and her hand would tighten, knuckles becoming white. The person across her sat on the chair, her black high heels pointed in her direction, and Marie occasionally heard the sound of pen on the paper as she scratched whatever she was writing. 

Marie noticed how the lady’s glasses kept sliding down her small nose, yet the one in question would ignore it as the writing became faster. Feeling stiffness in her back, Marie tried to move her body in a better position, yet only managed to make more noise due to her skin rubbing against the leather couch. As soon as she stopped moving, the other person in the room immediately moved her hand from the clipboard and looked up as if remembering she was not the only one there.

“How have you been this month, Christine?” her question is short and curt, with almost unnoticeable tension in her voice. 

Marie tried not to roll her eyes at hearing that godawful name, suppressing the chills that were about to go through her body. She had a lot to say to the older woman, ranging from various swear words to generic ones. 

“It’s Marie. I told you this before.” 

The grey-haired lady sighed in exasperation, knowing they were back to square one, all because of the simple mistake about her current name. She quickly apologised and went back to writing on her clipboard. 

Marie always wondered why she wrote paragraphs when she’d say only one or two words but didn’t think of it much. It’s not like she cared enough for someone she would see only once a month.

‘I swear, ask me that question again, and I’m going to slam that pen into your eyes and–’ 

“I’ve been okay,” she blinked fast to eliminate the black spots gathering at the corner of her eyes, answering as generic as she could. It’s not her fault the therapist must ask a simple question to establish what to do next.

The therapist, whose name Marie forgot, clicked her tongue, taking the glasses off, “We’ve been over this, Marie–” god, hearing her name from her mouth made her cringe, “– if you want my help, you have to cooperate with me. How else am I going to help you get through what happened to you–” she is quickly cut off by a tense Marie, who only mutters “Okay,” before turning her head and making eye-contact with the exhausted person in front of her.

Her eyes went in and out of focus, and instead of one face, Marie swore she saw multiple ones shift on her therapist’s face. Her breath quickened, and the stuffy room closed in on her. Her right hand seemed to come closer to her lengthy hair, slightly pulling at the ends, and the tears collected in her eyes. 

She can’t do this. Not this month, and especially not today. 

The sound of the metronome timer started again, yet it didn’t help her focus as it continued skipping beats. For a second, Marie heard a beep of a car coming right next to her, and the light on the ceiling seemed to glow brighter. 

One minute she was lying on a couch; the next, she was in the back of the car that drove seemingly nowhere. She could feel the rotten material of leather underneath her fingers and the smell of burning rubber coming from the open window next to her. 

She didn’t dare to lift her head and see the face of the driver, fearing that it would be exactly who she thought of. Her ears caught the song from the radio, and she felt her body freeze at the familiar tunes she recognised. 

“No,” she muttered, lifting her hand to pull on her hair, “please, not now. I don’t want to– It’s not real, please, it’s not real,” her mouth moved faster than the words, and the hand only seemed to pull on the hair strands more tightly. Ultimately, she was left wheezing as her lungs worked twice as hard to get the air in. 

Marie could hear whispers of her name around her as if the wind from the outside followed the car. The gentle voice made her whip her head to the back, watching as the trees moved further and further away, and only the dust from the gravel floor remained. 

One more call of her name, and Marie opened her eyes. She was back with the therapist, looking at her in worry. She doesn’t remember closing her eyes, nor when the timer stopped working, now sitting on the desk almost pitifully. It’s an inanimate object, yet Marie could feel the pity coming from it. 

“I think today has been a lot for you,” the therapist click off her pen, placing it back in her breast pocket, “How about I let you go and get some rest? Would you like that?” She talked like a child was in front of her, and in a way, there was. 

In her vulnerable moment, Marie could only nod her head, her hand still softly pulling at her hand as the grey-haired lady pressed a button on the table. Both of them waited for a while, and as soon as Marie sat up, two people opened the doors, walking in and helping her get up from the couch. Her legs felt like electricity went through them, so she stepped out slowly with the others following next to her. 

Just before the doors closed behind her, she could hear the therapist softly bid her goodbye, “Until next time, Christine.” This time, she didn’t try to stop the chills on her back. She didn’t have the strength to do so.

The two people with her walked in unison. When she stopped for a breather, they stopped as well and looked at her, yet it didn’t feel like they were genuine about it. After all, she’s there as a mere patient, and they’re only security guards doing their job. 

Her doors are identical to those in the hall, yet even blind Marie could recognise her own. There’s still a tiny dent in the corner from when she tried to fight off the staff members who only pushed her into the room. The door's texture never seemed to change, no matter how much she scratched and kicked on it. The interior of the room is no better. She can still see the ripped magazine papers in the left corner of the room, right next to the burnt patch of the carpet from months ago when she tried to burn the room and eventually herself. Unfortunately, just like every other time, it failed when five doctors entered the room, dousing everything with the fire extinguisher and getting her out before the fire even touched her.

‘At least the bed is soft,’ Marie thinks as the guards close the doors, leaving her with her thoughts and nothing to entertain herself with. She could draw things in her book, but she broke her last pen when trying to stab an innocent nurse that only wanted to give her lunch. They didn’t bother giving her a new one, letting the paper in her book stay blank, just like her own heart. 

Looking across the hall through the small window of her doors, she could see another girl fighting the doctors, getting close enough to bite one of them hard to rip his skin off. For a split second, the two girls made eye contact, and Marie tried to compose herself as the wild girl smiled, her teeth full of blood. The last thing she heard was her maniacal laugh as the guards accompanying her ran to help the bleeding staff. As the random passing nurse closed the window, Marie could only mutter as she sat on her bed with her back towards the doors, staring at her bedframe.

“Bunch of crazy people here.” 

The next couple of nights passed with her staring at her bed frame, rolling a ball of her ripped hair strands between her fingers.

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[karlsbussy]

shoes - quackity

pairing: quackity x gn!reader

song: head over heels / broken - tears for fears

you were walking down the street, holding onto alex’s arm while you scrolled through instagram. your thumb moved around your screen, you were so distracted by the movie edits that you didn’t realize the loosened laces on your left shoe.

“alex..” you shake his arm looking at his firm stare watching the street. “could you tie my shoes please?” you asked with a teasing smile as soon as you got his attention.

“of course” he smiled back letting you go and stopping in front of you. he got on one knee and smirked looking up at you. “todo para ti mi reina” (everything for you my queen) he teased you pulling your foot towards him. you liked the way he spoke spanish to you, but something about his forced deep voice and the blinking made you want to get away from him.

you cringed, scrunching up your nose. you slipped your foot away from his hand and jokingly tried to step on him.

“i think i’m good” you shrugged walking away from him.

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[wokeuplaughing]

I genuinely think this might be my favorite song ever

#everything about it is good to me I love this songggg #it's been like 7 years since I first listened to it and I'm still like god this is the song ever

[kat-luv]

Daily Song Recommendation #689

#spotify #head over heels #tears for fears