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takingontheworldtogether · 10 months

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briefly got over the fact that drama queen isn't on speak now tv, then remembered that haunted (acoustic) is also not on speak now tv, and now i'm back in the pits of despair

#i mean don't get me wrong #still very excited #but haunted acoustic?? my beloved???#taylor swift #speak now tv

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the-amazing-boop · 9 months

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My track by track first impressions for Unreal Unearth (with some contextualized thoughts of the singles)

De Selby Part 1 - straight into the lullabies playlist. Just perfect.

De Selby Part 2 - perfect fade in from Part 1. I couldn't have dreamt up a better, more subtle transition. Still my current creature comfort.

First Time - oh, ffs, it's bluesy and sad. Lethal combination. This might be another one on repeat later. Ow. Ouch, ow. THE FINAL TIME YOU CALLED ME "BABY". Wtf. I see why some of y'all were cussing him out on here.

Francesca - my beloved. Brutal to have this follow First Time, though. Mentally two-stepping through the tears. The bellowing at the outro still has the power to ascend me despite my replaying.

I,Carrion - another certified heartbreaker for the lullabies playlist. She's Greek, she's cosmic, she's pure love.

Eat Your Young - I am once again solidified in my conviction to refuse having children in this fucked up world. Y'all be safe.

Damage Gets Done (feat. Brandi Carlile) - Okay guitar lick! Oh the voices belting together in harmony is hitting me. I'm getting really 2010s feelings I haven't felt in forever. I feel the sudden urge to forgive myself. He's back at it again with the choral work, CAN I LIVE??

Who We Are - and just like that, I'm back on my emo shit. He really went for emotional whiplash in terms of song ordering, huh? Not me literally listening to this while engulfed in a dark room as well. Another one I'll have to repeat, I fear.

Son of Nyx - oh fuck. Oh no. Not the piano dragging along. And no words. THE CUTOFF. THE STRINGS. THE VOCALIZATIONS. It's definitely a warning. Shit's about to start hurting for real. It's so haunting and gorgeous.

All Things End - Hello, old friend, my first favorite. I'm terrified of what follows you. It was bad enough watching the man "die" on the table (my hands are in the air to receive the gospel).

To Someone From A Warm Climate (Uiscefhuarithe) - fucking hell. Just devastating. Idk how much more I can take.

Butchered Tongue - this hits like crazy if you have any connection to a diaspora that was nearly erased or just have ancestry DEEPLY rooted oppression and the like. Ffs, I'm gonna need stitches for a cut that deep.

Anything But - and then this happy shit. Back at it again with the whiplash, the bastard. I love it though! This is going on the light and bright playlist. I'm a sucker for sad lyrics dressed in bright colors. And the vocals?? Come on, now.

Abstract (Psychopomp) - I was right. Everything following Son of Nyx just hurts differently. Dare I say worse than the first half of the album. I really shouldn't get into how I relate OFTEN to the poor roadkill creatures in my area.

Unknown/Nth - a nice and plentiful helping of stake through the heart, as usual. The briiidge. I drown in it every time.

First Light - I'm gonna say it's an instant classic. The imagery. The love on love on love. The catharsis. The drumsss. Oh! The acoustic fade out.

Overall, he didn't bother not once to lift his heel on this album. He's outdone himself. No skips. I am foaming at the mouth, waiting for my vinyl to come in. All get 10s across the board from me. 16 works of art. I really wish I could lock myself in a room for three days to really digest this album.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 3 months

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Immortal Beloved - Chapter Eleven.

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,414

Warnings - 18+ only. Adult themes + vampire content throughout. Minors DNI!

With her love sleeping soundly, Bryn began to feel restless in the hour she had left before the dawn broke, pulling on her long, deep blue silk nightgown and matching floral robe, exiting the bedroom. Touring the corridors of Arrow House as she made her way to the stairs, she smiled to see the traces of herself there within the home. Her flourishing friendship with her soon-to-be sister-in-law meant that Grace consulted her at every turn where furnishing the property with art and antiquities was concerned.

The softly spoken Irish beauty had excellent taste, Bryn only needing to advise her here and there over certain pieces, all of which she had received a very nice little discount for purchasing. The Johan Baptist Reiter painting that hung to the left as she descended the bottom of the staircase looked particularly lovely in its placement. Just like Bryn herself, Grace had a fondness for Biedermeier.

Sensing a presence in the sitting room, she gravitated in that direction, pushing the slightly ajar door open to see Tommy sitting by the fire, a cigarette in one hand and a whiskey in the other.

“Tired our John out, have you?”

She laughed softly through her nose, Tommy rising from his seat, gesturing to the whiskey bottle.

“Please,” she spoke, sitting down. “And yes, for now.”

“I didn’t mean to be coarse, but the sound travels well in this house,” he commented, pouring the whiskey into a tumbler and passing it to her.

“The high ceilings often bode well for good acoustics. I apologise if my wailing awoke you. Your brother is nothing short of a very gifted lover.”

Tommy shook his head, returning to his seat. “Wasn’t that.” A shadow crept across his features, one he did well to hide from any other person. Bryn was a different matter entirely, though.

“The German guns still haunt you.”

Her assertion earned her a fixed stare, his cool eyes softening a touch as he slowly brought the cigarette to his lips, the tobacco embers crackling. “Didn’t think I was that obvious.”

“You aren’t,” she smiled, “but nothing gets past me. I know the look of a man haunted by his past, by the horrors that still dance a cruel waltz within his mind at everything he saw and should not have had to.” She paused, trailing the rim of the glass with her fingernail. “I tire of witnessing the harm that befalls young men, sent off to fight in the wars concocted by those who never leave their seats of power to fight alongside them. I never sent anyone into a battle that I did not join them in myself, too.”

“John mentioned that you were quite the tactician back in your human days. A warlord, I believe he coined it.”

She nodded, sipping her drink. “Correct, yes.”

“Then it puzzles me why, with that kind of experience, you have fled your enemies for so very long,” he spoke. “Surely your brilliance dictates you could thwart them all, especially taking your strength into consideration.”

A prickle of annoyance skipped over her chest, but Bryn remained calm. “You should know better than anyone, Tommy, that strength is found in numbers where war is concerned. My kind has been hunted to near eradication within England. I have no allies left, and I shall die before I bring my children into this. I am, however, currently in a phase of contemplation. Something happened tonight, something that meant I intend to put down roots in Birmingham. I can hide no longer, so therefore I must begin to strike back against those who have hunted me.”

He cocked his head, watching how the diamonds upon her finger glittered in the firelight, smiling softly. “It fits, then? He was having a right old panic over whether it would.” Watching a small frown settle between her eyebrows as her mouth twisted into a curious smile, he elaborated. “I got dragged to the Jewellery Quarter to help him pick it. Never seen our John in that much of a bloody flap over anything.”

His words touched her, Bryn imagining her sweet love losing his cool over which ring to choose. “Now that I am to be married, you see why I no longer wish to flit from place to place, to keep them guessing with guards upon the doors of my various residences across the globe. In order to do that, though, I must begin in making strikes against them.”

His next question was only natural, Tommy leaning forward in his seat. “And how do you propose to do that?”

Bryn smirked, mirroring his lean. “Setting the kind of trap they shan’t be able to refuse falling into, Tommy.”

It took many more moving pieces in the first phase to begin dismantling the Rasmusen’s infrastructure than just Bryn herself, five large vans en route to her London residence the day after Boxing Day. Predictably, they had a tail, which was exactly what John wanted as he sat in the passenger seat, Johnny Dogs driving.

“It’s a good job they weren’t convinced over the serving girl’s statement that Brynhild wasn’t there?” he stated, negotiating the bends that led them down over the main route into the capital.

John sniffed, taking a swig of whiskey from his hip flask. “I said to Pol she likely weren’t the only one they sent to spy our movements, and yeah, Dogs. I’m glad of it.” Looking in the wing mirror, the car that followed them appeared as a deep maroon dot in the distance, John lifting his chin as he swallowed hard. He just hoped that a few of the men within were notable within the family, for their strike to have the desired effect.

Once they had arrived at 14 Holland Park Road, John jumped out and headed to the front door, Bryn’s neatly pencilled list withing his grasp of the items they were to take from the property and transport back to Birmingham. He nodded at the two men under the employment of Alfie Solomons upon the door, pushing in the key into the lock and opening it up.

“Right, lads,” he began, standing outside of the large sitting room as he perused the list. “All the paintings from the ground, first and second floors, the baby grand, every vase and ornament and leave the rest. Get the packing cases in and hop to it.”

He had personally been tasked with bringing a few items of her clothing and all of her jewellery, Bryn not wanting anyone but her future husband rifling through her personal items, heading up to her bedroom to begin collecting those very belongings.

“Nice bed,” he muttered upon entrance, looking over as he strode to the wardrobe, “shame I won’t get to bounce her around on it for a few hours.” Once the designer pieces she’d listed had been pulled out, her furs as well, he went to the safe and removed all of her jewels, placing each into the heavy hessian sack he carried, picking up the clothing and exiting swiftly. Not before leaving a few items around before he did.

The house was emptied of everything she’d requested within two hours, the team heading back up to Birmingham minus their tail, who stayed parked up at the end of the road.

“Ay, what aren’t we following ‘em, Pat?”

Watching the vans driven by the Peaky Blinders pass them by, Patrick Rasmussen turned to Stanley, nodding back at the house. “Guards are still on the doors, lad. Since they only came back this morning, it means she’s still in there. I think it’s safe to assume she’s on the move, though, what with the contents of her house being cleared out by the Peaky lads. Go down to the phone box and call in with me dad, get him to have one team follow the van, but most of the lads to come down here and wait. We strike on her tonight, as soon as they step away from the door.”

Patrick thought he was being clever, but sadly for him, Brynhild Leifsdottir was much cleverer than he’d ever be able to anticipate...

“Ahh, look now. Pulled over for a break, they have,” spoke Matthew Rasmussen, the very man tasked with following the vans heading back to Birmingham, having been sat awaiting word from Edward on when to move. “Reet, lads. Ready yourselves. Not that we’ll need to, like. We’ve got ‘em well outnumbered.”

His grin of triumph fixed itself firmly, getting to strike a coup against the Peaky Blinders and partially disarm of her allies the vampire menace who had evaded his family for so long in one fell swoop, Matthew noticing there only to be eight men standing around smoking and chatting by the five vans pulled over at the side of the road.

Between his car and the other that followed, ten Rasmussen family members and associates strode out, guns ready, the scent of success bolstering them with every step.

“Can I help you lads?” John asked, flicking his cigarette away.

“Aye, lad. You can stand still and get shot,” Matthew chirped, aiming the gun in his hand towards his head.

“Are we getting shot today, John?” Johnny Dogs asked casually with a sniff. “Didn’t think it was a shooting day today, I didn’t?”

“Nah, Dogs. We ain’t getting shot today, mush.” John’s grin broadened, Matthew shaking his head, about to deliver his final words before the man before him spoke again. “Brynhild sends her regards.”

Perhaps if his brother Patrick was paying greater attention, he would have noticed that one the five vans in the convoy was not filled with the antiquities belonging to the vampire. Tragically for Matthew, nobody noticed until it was too late that it was instead filled with eight Peaky Blinders who stepped out with machine guns, rapidly opening fire.

“Back home by teatime then, John boy?” Arthur spoke casually, once the hail of bullets had ceased. Lowering the machine gun in his grasp, he walked to Matthew’s corpse, snorting deeply before spitting onto his face. “Fucking cunt.”

“Ar, brother. Let’s get off.”

With one team eradicated, the second sat patiently in their vehicles upon Holland Park Road, waiting for any signs of life within the property. At just gone five-thirty in the evening, a rapidly zooming Bryn opened the French windows at the rear of her house, looking around to see the items her love had left out in preparation before taking a tour of the home.

“I shall miss you, beautiful house,” she hummed, her fingertips trailing over each piece of furniture as she passed it by. “It is a most worthy trade, though.”

Entering her bedroom, she held a hand to her chest at the sight of a single red rose laid upon the bed, a note accompanying.

Hurry back when you’re done, sweetheart. I have plans, and they all involve burying my tongue and then my cock inside you until you’re screaming x

Romantic, yet filthy. That was her John to an absolute tee. Taking the note, she tucked it into the pocket of her smart, black trouser suit, pushing the rose into the long braid in her hair before moving downstairs and opening the front door.

“Evening, chaps,” she spoke warmly, giving them both a little wedge of notes each. “Go and enjoy yourselves. As explained to Mr Solomons I shall no longer be requiring his guard services, but please do inform him there shall be a very nice cheque to follow in the post as a personal token of my appreciation.”

The taller of the two nodded, lifting his hat to her. “A pleasure, Ms Leifsdottir. Thank you, ma’am.”

Bryn made sure she stood at the front door for long enough to be noticed while waving them away in their car, closing it behind her and heading to the sitting room in wait. They arrived in two units, as she suspected they would, the first storming the front door and the second the rear, twenty Rasmussen men filling the space.

“Finally,” Patrick grinned, the men surrounding her, “we’re fucking got you cornered at last. Stan, get her in chains.”

“Oh, no, no, my dear,” she hummed, shaking her head.

“No?” he laughed, Stan moving towards her. “We’ve got you surrounded, pet. One move and its curtains for you, it is.”

“My associates say differently, as do the trip wires you’re all about to stumble upon.”

Patrick and his men halted immediately, indeed seeing wires all boxing the area in which the vampire stood, Bryn flicking her hands. Sparks of ignition lit the very shortened fuses upon the strategically placed sticks of dynamite, her fangs glistening as she grinned. “Now, what is that my soon to be husband says, hmm? Ah yes. By order of the Peaky Blinders,” she laughed, delivering her final words with a wave. “Fuck you.”

She was gone out of the open French windows within a blink, her entire house exploding into inferno the next, Bryn hovering high above in the air to watch the fireball engulf her former home, and the twenty Rasmussen’s within it. The reflection of the flames twinkled in her eyes, Bryn feeling a piece of herself return.

“Splendid.” With that, she left London, racing through the night air rapidly, returned to Birmingham in just under fifteen minutes. She was so swift, in fact, she even beat John home, her beloved arriving not long after her, giving his coat and cap to a waiting Arthur and removing his boots before calling through the house.

“Where’s me bab?”

“Bedroom, darling,” she replied. He took the stairs two at a time, turning right to enter the bedroom, not seeing her anywhere in sight. His mouth upturned to feel her arms slide around him from behind, delicate fingers unknotting his tie as she laid kisses to his cheek.

“How’d it go?”

“With a very big bang,” she purred, tongue swiping a lick upon his cheek.

He turned, clasping her nakedness to him, laying lustful kisses upon her neck while his fingers went to her wavy, freshly undone hair. “Just like the rest of your night, then.” The scent of her lightly perfumed skin pulled at him like a heady intoxicant, his clothes all shed by the time they reached the bed, lying back and taking her with him.

His hands moved in slow tour down her back, grasping the rounded cheeks of her bum, making her squeal when he laid a hard slap to each. “Get up here,” he rasped, winking as he grasped her hips. “You know exactly where I want ya.”

Taking to her knees, she shuffled up the bed, levelling herself with his head. He pushed his elbows against her thighs, bringing her down until her sex met the long, firm swipe of his tongue. His breath misted hot against her cool folds, her skin soon warming to the blazing warmth of his mouth with every lick he pushed against her, groaning as the sharp honey of her cunt began to bathe his tongue.

His fingers trailed over the ancient etchings upon her hips, pattering up to her breasts, evoking an earthy moan as he began to roll her nipples into peaks between his thumbs and forefingers. Heat streaked over her nerves like a hail of comets as his lips wrapped her clit in a firm suck, tongue gently rolling, her thighs twitching in response.

The rich groan rumbling through his throat as she reached back to clasp his cock vibrated through her, Bryn pausing to lick her hand wet before curling it around his hardness again, a breathy sigh leaving her parted lips as he sank his tongue into the wet of her cunt. The pleasure surged through her, hips purling against his mouth, her hand working him to steel, all while crying out softly at the speed his tongue beat against her bud with.

He had her embers stoking to flames rapidly, the burn much too smouldering to withstand without him being inside her. The slick of her cunt grazed his abs as she moved down, and it sent a bolt through him, lightning that struck deep again as she speared herself upon his cock, leaning to circle his nipple with her tongue. Her walls flexed around him as the heat of his cock radiated through her, warming her walls as it dragged against them, her teeth closing in soft bite on his nipple, running a lick from his chest up to his mouth.

The momentum gathered rapidly, little shocks of burning pleasure skittering through them as their bodies moved together in perfect sync, Bryn leaving raspberry trails of lust upon the lily white of his chest with her nails. His muscles bounced beneath the clawed contact, the feeling sinking down to his bones as he watched her tits bounce, his hands moving to cup them before he reached for her neck, pulling her down to his level,

Moving to hold her in a grasp upon her hips, her wail sounded through the air as he fucked up into her hard, their tongues swirling, kisses all heat and sin, John making her shriek and giggle when he moved a hand to begin laying hard smacks upon the round of her bum.

“Fucking can’t wait for you to be my wife.” he groaned, kisses moving to her neck.

To be somebody’s wife again, she could scarcely believe it, to have finally found a man who loved her that much after crossing oceans of time alone.

Witnessing the wattage of her luminous smile was all the answer he needed, their mouths meeting again as he turned her onto her back, limbs locking around one another as sublime love and burning lust met in perfect alchemy.

Once they’d spent time thoroughly enjoying themselves, they lay idly stroking one another, Bryn’s nail trailing from freckle to freckle, mapping the constellation upon his shoulder. They were the stars, his body the endless sky she wished to sail through. Come January the first, it would be a month since he’d first met her and yet, it felt like a year. Already he struggled to remember a life without his beloved in it, and he never wanted that for either of them again.

“I’ve been thinking,” he began, Bryn reaching to the side of his head, miming winding a crank handle. “Oi, cheeky mare. Less of that.” Despite himself, he still laughed, his amused chuckles joining the tinkle of her giggles.

“So yeah, I’ve been thinking, right, about the future. After everything you’ve told me about your long life, it wouldn’t be fair for me to make you watch me grow old and eventually have to lose me an’ all. Once Katie is a bit older and won’t need me to be around for her quite so much, especially not in the daytime, I want you to make me vampire. I dunno, though, like will it cause issues, you being the one to do it?”

She understood the connotations clearly, since the bond between creator and offspring as just as deep, if not deeper than a human parent and child. There was an exception, though. “It shan’t, no. It is different if a vampire turns their lover or spouse. It is called Amantes Vinculum Sanguinis, which is Latin for the lover's blood bond.” Her eyes sparkled at him through the amber haze of the candle and firelight bathing the room in a warm glow, shaking her head softly. “You truly want this, to join me forever?”

He leaned to her, nuzzling her nose softly. “’Course I fucking do. Well, I dunno. I might get fed up of ya in five hundred years, but I doubt it.”

Her fist met the side of his neck in a playful punch. “I have never met anybody who has ever loved me that much before, to want to walk the darkness with me for all eternity.”

“Well, now you have,” he affirmed, linking his fingers through hers. “I reckon you probably have, though. You just ain’t ever wanted to let ‘em in, have ya?”

How well he knew her, understood her on an instinctual level. “I suppose this is fair reasoning, my darling. For you to propose this, though, goodness,” she began, reaching to stroke his face. “Nobody has ever meant more to me than you, John. I love you so completely and endlessly.”

The way he kissed her mirrored those words entirely.

#john shelby fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfiction #john shelby smut #peaky blinders smut #john shelby x ofc #john shelby fanfic #john shelby fic #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fic #immortal beloved #john and bryn

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onestowatch · 2 years

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Ethel Cain Reckons With Love, Violence, and Religion in Debut Album ‘Preacher’s Daughter’

Photo: Helen Kirbo

Indie darling Ethel Cain has finally released her long-awaited debut album Preacher's Daughter. The evocative album sees Cain leave all of herself in the album's powerful choruses, focusing on her relationship with her mother, herself, and what it means to leave your home behind for good. On her journey, Cain grapples with love, violence, religion, and the way the three intersect.

The record opens with "Family Tree (Intro)," a vintage recording of a Southern preacher, whose identity is a topic of conjecture among fans, evangelizing the significance of the mother as an icon. The monologue sets the stage for the 13-track epic, set in 1991 and detailing the protagonist's troubled relationship with religion, her former lover, her father (the titular preacher, a beloved community member even a decade after his death), and her eventual kidnapping and murder. The record then transitions to "American Teenager," Cain's third and final single for this album cycle. The track is a solidarity anthem reminiscent of classic arena rock with spiraling guitar cries and blood-pumping drums straight out of the '80s.

"A House In Nebraska" is a slow, resonant ballad with cinematic, overwhelming imagery. Cain thinks of her ex-lover, Willoughby Tucker, who left town before the events of the record. She reflects on the good times they shared and longs for him to come home. She visits the abandoned house they would spend time in and imagine as their own, somewhere far away from their hometown of Shady Grove, Alabama. The crashing piano chords, echoing toms, and choir of guitars penetrate the atmosphere as Cain relays the story of herself and a mysterious partner's short lives and the horrors they endure. The pain seeps through Cain's vocal tone and is just as compelling as the narrative's bombastic instrumentation. The final minute of the nearly eight-minute ballad is where the guitar solo starts, swaying powerfully with sharpness and rhythmic capacity reminiscent of timeworn rock stars.

"Western Nights" offers sonic commentary on the tumultuous relationship with the anonymous partner, with the singer committing to stand by them through anything, no matter the desperation and fear she feels and how little she has left to give to a counterpart so unstable. "Family Tree" embodies a slow-burning intensity as Cain reveals the deadly agency her persona wields, sowing strife within a complicated family network marked by violence on all fronts. "Hard Times" expands on that familial strife, with Cain admitting to fearing how desperately she wants to emulate the fatherly powers in her life who brought her harm. "Thoroughfare" is a refreshing country-inspired epic. The track switches it up by replacing the intensity of electric guitars with sweeping vocals, reverberating drums, acoustic guitars, and harmonica later in the song, creating a sonic collage that only becomes more intoxicating to listen to when the tambourine and scat-led jam session closes the nine-minute song out.

"Gibson Girl," which is a reference to Charles Dana Gibson and the women he famously drew, examines sexuality and how patriarchal systems can lead to self-worth issues. She sings, "You wanna fuck me right now / You wanna see me on my knees / You wanna rip these clothes off / And hurt me." The song balances an sultry and haunting atmosphere, sharing how Cain has now arrived in California with Isaiah, a character she met and became attracted to in the previous track. He begins to pimp her out in the back of strip clubs and feed her drugs regularly, resulting in her losing sense of reality.

On "Ptolemaea," the record's heaviest track, Cain begins to hallucinate and confronts the darkness she feels surrounding her. After the thrashing and gut-punching climax, the record breaks into two distinct, back-to-back instrumental compositions. "August Underground" is a doom-ambient track featuring humming, low-register guitars, and alluring vocalizations. "Televangelism" features pearlescent piano melodies, echoing as if they're being played in a chasmal church and soundtracking Cain's ascension into Heaven. Unfortunately, the experience is interrupted as the sound of a tape hissing grows and overtakes the song, casting a shade of artificiality on the otherwise celestial composition.

The album's second-to-last track, "Sun Bleaches Flies," is another power ballad where Cain laments her detachment from faith and community. She contemplates how she will fight the demons that have stained her existence and how she will rescue herself from the pain of the past and present. Cain ultimately makes peace with her death and reflects on her life, family, and the man she never stopped loving, Willoughby. The journey finally ends on an unbearable sad note with "Strangers." After being murdered and cannibalized by Isaiah, Cain says her final goodbye to her mother from beyond the grave. She sings, "When my mother sees me on the side / Of a milk carton in Winn-Dixie's dairy aisle / She'll cry and wait up for me." Over splendid guitar riffs and moody cymbal crashes, she asks listeners, "Am I making you feel sick?"

Preacher's Daughter is a laborious achievement, demonstrating Cain's innovation and mastery for bringing contrasting elements of ambient, slowcore, classic rock, sexuality, violence, and religion into one epic package. The record is musically inventive and emotionally shuddering, producing a crater-deep impact that commands your attention.

Listen to Preacher’s Daughter below:

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naturalsinner-does-art · 1 year

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Since Tumblr didn't cast my submission to @loathingconfessions into the void, and I was able to find paper and a pen in my Air BnB, I present- shitty sketches of some of my SOL ocs!

From left to right-

Alex Blanke, Jane Goodwill, and Lethe.

More info under the cut.

Alex Blanke

Pronouns- They/Them

Background- Lost Soul

Class- Jazz Agent

Minor- Cryptobotany

SIT Classes- Robotechtronics, Astronomy, Physical Education

A cabaret singer from New Orleans, Alex was summoned to Ocean City to assist their uncle Murray with his antiques shop, only to find him missing.

Their leap down the rabbit hole winds up garnering the attentions of Terrence Poindexter, the city's accountant general, Lord of Order, and member of the Familia Umbra. {Theme: You're All Scotch, No Soda- Sarah and the Safe Word}

Jane Goodwill

Pronouns- She/Her

Background- Haunted

Class- Pig Skinner

Minor- Insectology

SIT Classes- Botany, Meta-Acoustics, Culinary Science

The only daughter of a New York business magnate, Jane lived a privileged life.

But then her family succumbed to the shadow taint, at the behest of General Bruise, with her being forced to kill many, including her beloved father, when she fought her way to safety.

She came to Ocean City when she found evidence suggesting it was the corruption's source, desperate for vengeance.

Her blind bloodlust caught the attention of General Bruise, the Shadow of War, and another member of the Familia Umbra. He had completely forgotten who she was or what he did to her. She will make damn sure he remembers.

{Theme(s): Look What You Made Me Do- Taylor Swift/ WEEDKILLER- Ashnikko}

Lethe

Child of Alex Blanke and Terrence Poindexter.

Their hair is supposed to be a starfield, not sure how well that comes across.

They're an epilogue-exclusive character currently, so elaborating on how their parents got together is a bit spoiler-y.

They do not have a surname.

#I will do proper art as well as an intro to the Winterwood AU when I get home.#and over jetlag.#but I felt like I needed to get something out.#ANYWAY-#shadows over loathing #shadows over loathing oc #Winterwood AU #fankid #sol Jazz Agent #sol Pig Skinner #also my Jane save is the one I've had the most fun on by far.#also Jane has two themes because I couldn't decide between them.

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aviel-the-trans-bucket · 9 months

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Welcome back madlads today I’m doing something a bit different. Instead of emo nostalgia I’ll be listing to music that’s completely new to me, by each of the mcr members while the band was dead. Today I’ll be listening to Hesitant Alien by Gerard Way.

So I haven’t heard any of the stuff from the band post breakup but pre reunion. I was barely a person in 2011 so I had missed the bandom train on account of being 9. I’m not sure what to expect other than it’ll probably be fairly different from mcr’s stuff but I figured this would be the easiest place to start as I’m already so familiar with Gerard’s voice. I get the sinking feeling this album is about to emotionally wound me.

The Bureau: ok this has a funky vibe, feels like haunted. The new vibe isn’t too jarring but will take a bit of adjusting to. Sounds sick, not sure if it’ll become a favorite.

Action Cat: gnarly guitar opening, good guitar very poppy. I like it, it’s got a fun vibe. I get what people were saying when they said this album had a retro vibe to it. I’m sorta realizing I might not have much to say in terms of analysis, I have a tendency to spice out and loose myself to music when I listen.

No Shows: oooo this has a good pulse to it, oh I like this. I like this vibe, it’s got a groove to it that I really dig. There’s so much fuzz. It’s welcome but there’s so much fuzz man.

Brother: I’ve heard about this one, I’m wary this one may emotionally hurt me. Yup this is gonna hurt. It’s very pretty but ow. God I wish I could be that close to someone, unfortunately my own siblings are incredibly shitty people.

Millions: again very retro feeling. I like the rhythm. Is that a mixing thing layering his voice or does he have someone backing the vocals in the chorus? It’s nice, a lot of these songs just musically feel really pleasant. I might need to listen to this one a bit more.

Zero Zero: ok spicy drums and guitar combo. Fuzzy vocals my beloved. Oh ok this one fucks like genuinely fucks. I dig this man.

Juarez: guitar is good and I was hit with a wave of familiarity. It reminded me so much of give ‘em hell kid I swear. This rocks, it’s pretty fucking good.

Drugstore Perfume: this sounds really pretty 🥺. I’m getting like Beatles vibes idk why. This is very pretty and I quite like it. I get the feeling my top 5 is going to be rather difficult.

Get the Gang Together: funky opening is funky and good. Spy movie vibes. Vibes 🏳️‍⚧️?

How It’s Going to Be: ooo good beat. It’s giving little talks by of monster and men. Pleasent, that’s about all I can say.

Maya the Psychic: ok I like this vibe, I just don’t have a whole lot to say. Ok this one slaps, this is closer to something I’m more stylistically familiar with which might be why I’m enjoying it a bit more.

Television All the Time: last one, let’s see what we got. The acoustic is really nice. It’s pretty good.

So I didn’t know what to expect and it was pretty good but not quite my personal taste. It was very nice and pleasant to listen to though, which was very nice. I wish I had more to say regarding it but it didn’t really blow me away. Gerard’s voice is soothing and lovely as always tho. My top 5 of the album would have to be…

1: Zero Zero

2: Maya the Psychic

3: Millions

4: Brother

5: No Shows

Well this was fun, now I think I maybe know what to expect with the rest of Gerard’s solo stuff. It’s probably not gonna punch me in the face but it’s pretty good. Not an awful lot of thoughts tonight but I had a nice time.

#aviel listens to solo content (made during the mcr hiatus)#aviel rambles #gerard way #hesitant alien

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bedpissercastiel · 1 year

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i was tagged by @hospital-wh0re to put my repeat playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs!! thank u beloved :3 <3

1. genetic makeup- emily kinney

2. champagne problems- taylor swift

3. asleep on the train- tom rosenthal

4. beautiful things we saw on april 4- tom rosenthal (thats today!)

5. run joey run- glee cast

6. see you in the dark- soko

7. haunted (acoustic version)- taylor swift

8. i want you- mitski

9. paper bag- fiona apple

10. buried the day- tom rosenthal

tagging: @blue-eyed-cutiepatootie @weshouldstealsomething @cockworkangels @castielsupernatural @superhell <3

#11 was el tango de roxanne so shes our honorable mention LOL #tag game #i am making sweet potato fries

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robotlesbianjavert · 1 year

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well @six-of-ravens like an absolute tool tagged me for "10 songs i've been vibing to" idk. idk. why would she do that. and on my vulnerable drinking night too.

a) i shan't name the song in case it makes some of my beloved followers weep so i'll link this castiel amv i guess. tw f word i GUESS.

2) my favourite song of all time between the ages of 7-8 was tango shoes from bif naked's purge album. we had the cd when i was a child for which i had oft appropriated the walkman i had found somehow. and when we were driving with the radio i would listen intently for the radio people to hear me and play it. and i still vibe to it on the regular.

iii) combo'ing the protomen's iv: vengeance and v: the stand (man or machine) a lot lately.

my many complicated feelings about taylor swift's varied musical career aside. i listen to my tears ricochet i guess. here's a destiel amv.

5) one week by bare naked ladies. always a classic. the study group was right to shun jeff for shunning them.

f) epiphany by trans-siberian orchestra. other ppl remember the lyricstuck for it yeah?

vii) i haven't listened to the entirety of don mclean's american pie in three years for personal reasons but it is wedged into my soul.

8) you should probably leave by chris stapleton whatever it's fun and sad-sexy to sing along to.

i) head full of doubt / road full of promise is another song that has haunted me since my deep youth. i want to do a spinner thing with it someday. destiel amv.

and one honorary mention that just didn't make it onto the nomination listen by i listen to nickelback's this is how you remind me acoustic version every drunk night. so singable. anyways to most vibes song.

stream my apparently most listened to youtube video of 2022.

idk whoever wants to do it. @integnius. @holioc. @codenamesazanka. @stillness-in-green. @officecyborg. @quarkgirl. @fooreblogs. i don't know do it or don't or beat me up about it.

#i will not remember in the morning. so go ham.

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untraceable-ace · 2 years

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Thoughts on “In case I make It” as I listen:

Gonna be a long one folks, I’ll put it under the cut

Tomcat Disposables: Tomcat Disposables my beloved you make me cry every time “What’s the moon made of?/Meet me there after I’m gone” SOBBING

Becoming the Lastnames: The piano gives me the same vibes as the piano in the Camp Here and There full songs (like MBYT and Venetian Blind Man) I love it

Cicada Days: Tied w Tomcat Disposables as my favorite single, literally so in love, forever happy that the intro is just kinda white noise mimicking cicadas and not actual cicada buzzing my spd is happy “and then my sponsor said do nothing, nothing works/and then my doctor said dont do that if it hurts” feels like a weighted blanket directly on my chest it’s wonderful

Euthanasia: Instrumental intro reminds me of a Days n Daze song; main verse melody is literally so haunting I love it

Falling Up: WOAH that felt like a curveball after Euthanasia oh DAMN the chorus slaps the acoustic makes the song feel really like, full bodied? Oh god after the falling up lyric it temporarily becomes a country song I’m not sure how I feel about that I just kinda had the mental image of a dude falling up the stairs the whole time during the chorus and tbh it’s a good one to have

That’s Enough, Let’s Get You Home.: Oooh, I have a feeling I’m gonna love stim singing to this one once I get a chance to listen to it a lot more; OH I KNOW WHAT THIS REMINDS ME OF it reminds me of Cecily Smith from Fly By Night!!!

Um, it’s Kind of a Lot: I’d been thinking this one might have some sampling from Everything is a Lot (the song, not the album), but from what I’ve heard, there’s not any sampling from the song, but I think the piano parts are inspired by the album? Or at least it feels that way The piano def reminds me of the album piano vibes. Damn, Mr Wood has an obsession w tourniquets oh SHIT bridge/breakdown hits HARD hell yeah. Also, first appearance of brass so far on the album I think?

Half-Decade Hangover: omg guys he said the name of the song that’s the name of the song!!!/j OH SHIT SELF-ish REFERENCE This feels like something you’d hear at a bar w a piano on the stage for people to go up and play on

Vampire Reference in a Minor Key: Same thought process as Um, it’s Kind of a Lot; the title got me thinkin “o shit vampire culture reference?” But again I think I was wrong; Guitar do be bangin tho OOH he just did like a lil riff that reminded me of 6up 5Oh I wanna do a tango in a tight fitting red dress to this song

You Liked This (Okay, Computer!): it’s.....it says things??? Uhhh good commentary on society ig?? LMAO its not a song sorry yall

The Main Character: JAZZY AS FUCK WOAH I already wanna dance to this I think this might be my favorite song from the album “So god forbid I’m seen as an average human being” fuck man r you coming for me or what

Against the Kitchen Floor: FUNKNY ASS BASSLINE OH DAMN this one is literally so fun? I wanna swing dance w someone to this LMAO the end spoken bit I love when songs do that

Sex, Drugs, and Rock ‘n’ Roll: I feel like I’d listen to this one when I’m sad, feels like a good one to listen to when I’m crying

Big Fat Bitchie’s Blueberry Pie, Christmas Tree, and Recreational Jell-o Emporium a.k.a. “Mr. Boy is on the Roof Again” (Feat. Pasta by Sneakers McSqueakers) [From the Motion Picture ”B.F.B.’s B-Sides: Bagel Batches, Marshmallows, and Barsh-mallows]: LMAO we’ve made a brief return to 30-word long song titles for this one fellas okay wait what the fuck is this LMAO wait okay okay vibing vibing 48 seconds of song for a 34 word long song title lets mcfucking go LMAO

Willard!: Feels like the main character’s power ballad in a musical; Wow yeah actually this is like- SUPER musical theater vibes damn oooh and I love the piano version of the Tomcat Disposables melody at the end

White Noise: The vocal melody on the chorus is muah muah chefs kiss This was a really good one to be the closer tbh AND OH OH the build up to the second chorus?? GOD that goes hard

Don’t worry everyone I’m sure I’ll be shitposting about at least one of the new songs later this week when I get a chance to hyperfixate on one or two

#my posts #Will Wood #wwattw #someone on the genius lyrics page made a comment about how excited they were to listen to big fat bitchie's blueberry pie like #8 minutes before album drop like #rip random genius lyrics user

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tantai-jin · 14 days

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song meme

tagged by @englishsub <3

shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people however many i want thanks

热恋情节 - 吴子健REmi & Kiya - this is some cutie chillhop-ish song that i heard on a douyin or mandopop playlist recently and started looping a bit bc it's easy listening and also nice driving music

踊り子 - vaundy - also found this on some spotify playlist like "tokyo's greatest hits" or whatever. also a good driving song! i like the beat and i like his voice

雪中的拥抱 - 陈雪燃 - orchestral score from the lighter and princess ost that i loop to while writing sad scenes lmao.. this prob my fav instrumental track from that show too. mildly haunting piano and vocals + the strings... chefs kiss

getaway - PREP & Phum Viphurit - i listen to the .ORG spotify playlist a lot which is like pan-asian indie music and this has been on it recently, and i like phum viphurit. another nice chill song, feels summery

三千世界不见你 - 井胧 - aka the ost from story of kunning palace they played whenever xie wei was insane and horny and made out with jiang xuening LMFAO ! but i loooooove jing long's voice and the instrumentals for this song are also great so all around banger. also good for certain fic inspiration lmao

In My Dreams (You're Not Extinct) - The Dinosaur's Skin - i guess this song is about dinosaurs??? idk it's another one from the .ORG playlist but i don't have any strong feelings about it. nice background music for when i am doing my silly little job from 9-5

完美表现 - Yisa Yu - ending theme from 'amidst a snowstorm of love' that i would often let play instead of skipping to the next episode of the show bc it is a really cute and sweet song. i think it's on this playlist bc there were one or two nights in the past month where i had an anxiety attack and listening to this song for like 3 hrs straight helped me stay a little calmer lmao. anyway it's nice despite being in f major (which i just personally don't like)

余味 - 单依纯 - ONE OF THE BEST CDRAMA OSTS OF 2023 !!!!!!!!!!!!! to me. although i only realized it was on spotify like a month ago bc when i searched last year it wouldn't show up. anyway definitely the best track from the love you seven times ost and exactly the right kind of heartbreaking sad romantic music that plays when the snow falls in slow motion and your beloved is bleeding out and dying in your arms. no one else cares about this but the piano and strings combo in e flat minor is so fucking delicious to me

你的样子 - Cosmos People - i have been a casual fan of cosmos people since likeeeee 2012 or some shit idk a long time. this track from their recent album is just fun and feelgood, spring/summerlike acoustic guitar and band sound that puts a lil bounce in your step

银色的歌 - 许含光 - found xu hanguang through some other playlist a couple yrs ago idk and listened to a couple more of his songs cuz they have kind of a .... liminal feel if that makes sense.... sometimes i feel like i am floating listening to them. i like the lyrics of this particular song too so i started listening to it while trying to write fic lmao

tagging @dcyiyou @fruitdaze @yuebings whomstever would like to do it

#my blah blah #funny that i said “writing fic” so many times here when i am writing very little these days

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muffimtv · 6 months

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1) a song you can listen to on repeat 2) a song from one of your favorite albums 3) a song you loved when you were a teenager or kid 4) a song that makes you feel strong 5) a song that makes you sad 6) a song that cheers you up 7) a song that reminds you of your friend(s) 8) a song that reminds you of an ex partner or crush 9) a song that reminds you of yourself 10) a song that brings back bad memories 11) a song that brings back good memories 12) a song that grew on you 13) a song from a musical 14) a song with a great music video 15) a song that’s better as a cover 16) a song that’s better acoustic 17) a song with great lyrics 18) a song for summer 19) a song for heartache 20) a song for car rides 21) a song for the rain 22) a song for dancing 23) a song for making out 24) a song for a lover 25) a song from before you were born 26) a song from a band that’s no longer together 27) a song you’ve seen live 28) a song you want to see live 29) a song by a band you don’t usually like 30) a song you recommend

:3 feel free to retaliate accordingly

my beloved anon it is midnight and i have to wake up in 6 hours but here i am (<- actively avoiding sleep)

man or muppet (it was a bet.)

betty by taylor swift

mean by taylor swift (prepare yourself there’ll be a lot of her.)

could have been me by the struts

tolerate it by taylor swift

just like heaven by the cure

live while we’re young by one direction

i’ll go for ex-partner on this one: domestic bliss by glass animals

ballad of a homeschool girl by olivia rodrigo (she was. on the nose with that one)

traitor by olivia rodrigo (also horribly on the nose)

everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears

two slow dancers by mitski

….. blue. from heathers the musical. im sorry.

i can see you by taylor swift

mr brightside (cover by sub-radio called mr darkside. 12/10 very funny)

haunted by taylor swift

all too well 10 minute version by taylor swift

strawberry sunscreen by lostboycrow

rises the moon by liana flores

girls by the 1975

gates of cloud by roland faunte

footloose by kenny loggins

would it be too silly if i picked daddy issues by the neighborhood. because.

lover by taylor swift

elanor rigby by the beatles

story of my life by one direction

what you want to hear by sub-radio

sex sells by lovejoy

taylor swift by matt cooper

afterdark by moontower

i have my suspicions as to who this is and i will bite you

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hurricanewithmyname · 2 years

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rank your fave album or all of your fave/most listened to songs

oooo okay okay okay

favorite albums

red

evermore

speak now

folklore

1989

reputation

lover

debut

fearless

favorite songs (i just did my top 5 most listened to of all time per spotify plus my top 5 most beloved)

ivy

the 1

champagne problems

coney island

state of grace (acoustic)

cardigan

i almost do

haunted

style

august

i’m a little drunk ask me my most controversial takes and i will 100% give them

#asks #i love being sad

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fantasmalforces · 2 years

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FAIRYTALE AESTHETICS .

BOLD what applies to your muse / ( repost, don’t reblog! )

Lupa

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁𝚈: chipped nail polish. glitter highlight. tall trees with smooth bark. tangled hair. the taste of cinnamon sugar. talking too loud and too fast. overgrown flowers in your hair. crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature. flirting. walking home at three am with no coat. platonic hand holding. blowing smoke out of your nose. dragonfly wings. chaotic good. freckles. fairy rings. secret meetings. gender nonconformity. leather. smudged eyeliner. forbidden fruit.

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙿𝙴𝚁: computer errors. a shiver down your spine. haunting beauty. hard liquor. crowns of thorns. shadowed alleyways. decaying plant matter. shattered mirrors and broken glass. corrupted memories. stopped clocks. the scent of stale cigarettes. tattered black clothing. walking your friends home. the crescent moon. the sea. a graveyard on a foggy day. cold rings on cold fingers. absolution. looking out of the window of an airplane. soft kisses.

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷: graffiti. pretending to know what you’re doing. worn paperback books. growing up too fast. parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. lace and combat boots. moth wings. candles on every surface. a weathered deck of cards. turning the music up. fireflies in jars. calloused fingers. drawing on your skin. sunlight filtering through clouds. petrichor. a dying rose in a jar. wearing a crystal pendant. illusions of spells. black cats. mint gum. chapped lips. dirt under your fingernails. the cycle of life and death.

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝙻𝙵: murders of crows. frostbitten leaves. wolves howling at midnight. knocking on your door. leaving food out for stray animals. the twang of an acoustic guitar. honey. tiny red buds on trees. claw marks on the walls. golden eyes. slightly too long stubble. knitted fingerless gloves. sleeping on the forest floor. always find your way back home.

Tagged by @ruinouss (Monster my beloved, thank you 🥺💜)

Tagging @maximuses (Heisenberg) @ineffablemuses (Vincent) @the-maverick-deck (Rockwell) @thxwxlf (Kekipi) @unrxlypirxte (for beloved Beth 💜)

#// thank you royalty!!#{ scaramouch scaramouch : tagged }#{ we will rock you : mutual }#ruinouss #{ dash games }#( m : lupa // the fanged sword )

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