I was lucky to have parents who played Kate Bush songs for me before I could walk so in the spirit of people (understandably) losing their minds over how good Running Up The Hill is, I want my fellow Stranger Things fans to be aware of just how many amazing songs she has created & by making this post it will make me so happy if I can hopefully convince at least one person to listen to her other songs, so here is a list of my personal top favourite Kate Bush songs.
1) Cloudbursting (1985 ~ Hounds Of Love)
2) Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) (1985 ~ Hounds Of Love)
3) Hounds Of Love (1985 ~ Hounds Of Love)
4) The Wedding List (1980 ~ Never For Ever)
5) And Dream Of Sheep (1985 ~ Hounds Of Love)
6) Hammer Horror (1978 ~ Lionheart)
7) Bertie (2005 ~ Aerial)
8) Lyra (2007 ~ Written for the first horrendous adaptation of His Dark Materials)
9) Wuthering Heights (1978 ~ The Kick Inside)
10) Them Heavy People (1978 ~ The Kick Inside)
11) Babooshka (1980 ~ Never For Ever)
12) In Search Of Peter Pan (1978 ~ Lionheart)
13) Don’t Push Your Foot On The Heartbrake (1978 ~ Lionheart)
14) Experiment IV (1986 ~ The Whole Story)
15) The Fog (1989 ~ The Sensual World)
16) Waking The Witch (1985 ~ Hounds Of Love)
17) Army Dreamers (1980 ~ Never For Ever)
18) Rubberband Girl (1993 ~ The Red Shoes)
19) Aerial (2005 ~ Aerial)
20) Egypt (1980 ~ Never For Ever)
21) Moving (1978 ~ The Kick Inside)
22) Under The Ivy (1990 ~ This Woman’s Work Anthology 1978-1990)
23) Night Of The Swallow (1982 ~ The Dreaming)
24) Be Kind To My Mistakes (1990 ~ This Woman’s Work Anthology 1978-1990)
25) Fullhouse (1978 ~ Lionheart)
26) Constellation Of The Heart (1993 ~ The Red Shoes)
27) Jig Of Life (1985 ~ Hounds Of Love)
28) The Saxophone Song (1978 ~ The Kick Inside)
29) All We Ever Look For (1980 ~ Never For Ever)
30) The Dreaming (1982 ~ The Dreaming)
31) James & The Cold Gun (1978 ~ The Kick Inside)
32) Leave It Open (1982 ~ The Dreaming)
33) Top Of The City (1993 ~ The Red Shoes)
34) Get Out Of My House (1982 ~ The Dreaming)
35) All The Love (1982 ~ The Dreaming)
36) Rocket Man (1991 ~ (Cover Of Elton John) Two Rooms: Celebrating The Songs Of Elton John & Bernie Taupin)
“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets.
Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”
–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.
okay but on top of all the bad things about hp i hate hate hate that both lupin and tonks die on the battle like. i know its supposed to mirror harry's own parents and how war is bad because it makes orphans and the cycle of violence doesnt end violence but like
they dont break the cycle
and as a writer imagine the power of breaking that particular cycle. harry getting to see his godson grow up the way he couldnt in spite of the war. harry not feeling as guilty about the war bc it was necessary and it wasnt his fault even if he will always believe it was, deep down
bc at least teddy didnt grow up like he did. at least teddy had parents/one parent to hold him and love him and a big family to surround him
but no, both lupin and tonks die and teddy grows up with his grandparents i think? and harry will always feel guilty about him being an orphan and ofc harry joins the magic cops and is a bad dad to albus and basically nothing structural changes so its only a matter of time before another voldemort rises :)
Danny is about to be kidnapped in Gotham
This is not a good time.
He's studying for the SAT, he's already been kidnapped by Vlad like, four times that week and it was a fucking Tuesday, he forgot his wallet at his new apartment, locked himself out of said new apartment (he could phase through the door but that wasn't the point), he's just been informed that the grant he applied for was denied so he needs to ask his mom and dad for college funds when he'd already told them he had it covered, and just...it was shit.
It had been shit. The entire week had been awful and annoying and he was ready to either murder everyone on the planet or go find a corner to cry in for the next three days.
So when the band of wild goons working for whatever villain of the week pulled up and tried to kidnap him, he snapped.
He used them to vent.
Shouted about how terrible his day had been, how terrible his week had been, how he'd already been kidnapped by his creepy godfather who was way too into him, how college funding was shit and the grant system was rigged, and how he'd have to call a locksmith or break down the door to his own apartment if he wanted to go to bed-all of it. He unloaded all of his frustration.
The goons actually backed off.
One of them gave him an awkward side hug and told him it'd get better.
Danny wasn't paying attention to his surrounding. He doesn't realize that the whole thing was livestreamed.
So when he gets home to his apartment later that day, his door is opened for him by the vigilante Spoiler before he can even turn intangible.
She brought over BatBurger and kidnapped Bruce Wayne, Gotham's bumbling Prince, to talk about college grants.
'It was late spring, the first time all year that the sunshine had any real strength behind it. Satoru was wittering on about something inane as always — Tentomon or something equally ridiculous.
There was nothing special about the moment. Not really. Except for the fact that Satoru had shrugged off his jacket in the heat. It was draped around his shoulders just so, exposing the long column of his throat, pale after a long winter.
Really, there was nothing special about the moment. But when Suguru looked at the boy silhouetted against the spring sky, bright and blue and boundless and beautiful — just like his eyes, Suguru thought — his heart skipped a beat all the same.
With all the sight afforded to him, Satoru never missed a thing. So it was risky, what Suguru did. Later, when he was looking at his new phone wallpaper under the cover of darkness, grinning like an idiot, he'd wonder how he ever got away with it.
Yet, if Suguru's yearning to capture that perfectly ordinary moment forever was stronger than all reason, perhaps it was stronger than the Six Eyes, too. After all, not even Satoru could stop time.'
- by my beloved @fushiglow ♥
(( also glo says: FUN FACT! Tentomon is voiced by Suguru's VA — ergo it's Satoru's favourite Digimon, obviously ))
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freshly added headcanons:
• gojo at some point randomly barged into sugurus room and put glowy stickers all over his ceiling
• suguru has gojo as his phone wallpaper, but keeps it a secret
• suguru is a hamasaki ayumi fan
• the cinnamoroll phone charm is from gojo who spent almost an eternity getting that out of a gatcha machine for him
• they were happy
König would whine and cum in his boxers just by eating pussy, send tweet
he’d like to say he doesn’t do it mostly for his own pleasure, but he’s never been one to lie. he’s insanely selfish when it comes to you, all of you, so of course his favorite place to be is where he can be completely engulfed by you. between your pudgy thighs, gripping them so hard the fat spills between his thick fingers, keeping you spread wide for him while he devours you like a man starved. anytime, any place, anywhere. he doesn’t need a reason; dropping to his knees and hiking one of your legs over his shoulder when look a little too pretty before you leave, pulling down your sweats while you lounge on the couch, telling you to ‘sit on your throne’ just before bed… you’re an indulgence, a sweet treat he can’t go without, and you taste like one too.
when he gets lost in the heady scent of your arousal, dizzy with the feeling of all his senses being overtaken by you, there’s no rhythm or rhyme to his movements — just sloppily dragging his fat tongue along your slick folds and suckling at your puffy clit while your hips buck skywards against his strong nose out of instinct. he’ll hump his achey cock against whatever’s available to him, cumming in his pants just from feeling the way your body reacts to him — the way your pussy squeezes his tongue when it plunges into your tight hole, how cutely you squirm against his face when you cum — let alone all the beautiful noises you make. he moans and whines like he’s the one getting head, the vibrations sending tingles up to your tummy. your pleads for him to stop, give your poor, sore cunt rest for a little bit, fall on deaf ears. just stay still, kleine hase, let your könig have his fill.
military training probably taught him to hold his breath for an extended period of time, which comes in handy, but he’ll occasionally come up for air to watch your back arch prettily off the bed, cheeks stained with tears. “one more, maus. you can give me one more, ja?” though it’s never just one more.