#every. single. fucking. song

[shitouttabuck]

like a dog with a bird at your door

buck/eddie | 51k | rated e

The kid with blood pouring down his shins is not so far from the dog lonely enough that he thinks breaking his housetraining is worth it for the ten minutes of berating that come with it, the ten minutes of undivided, if reluctant, attention. Buck thinks, sometimes, that at least he wasn’t the kind of puppy that gets put in a sack and drowned at birth. He wasn’t always unwanted. And he isn’t anymore.

or, evan “i love you like a dog” buckley has only ever known how to love like, well, a dog, but maybe eddie diaz is the kinda guy to give a flea-bitten mongrel a forever home

read on ao3

#a healthy mix of crack and big feelings i think #EDIT: this is not pet play lol the ao3 tags are more explanatory 😭 #posting and going to sleep because i spent over two months on this and im a little anxious lol #i love you like a dog #911 fic #buddie fic #911 #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #nina writes #mine #also. every single one of you that kept me sane through this. and sent me dog posts n songs n poems n art. i love u so fucking much #and in every way but literal im curling up at the foot of your bed tonight

[vaggieslefteye]

Hazbin Hotel (2024): Season 1 ⤷ Alastor being FAKE vs Lucifer being REAL

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #alastor #hazbin lucifer #hazbin alastor #charlie morningstar #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel edit #dad beat dad #charlie #lucifer #the show must go on #the more i watch that part in hell's greatest dad the worse i feel every single time #i mean just look at how she looks at him. she BELIEVES HIM 300%. and he KNOWS she believes him. just look at his fucking reaction. god. #his face has ''hook line sinker'' written all over it. what a fucking bastard #HEY ALASTOR UR MOM GAY!!!! #song: finale #song: hell's greatest dad #parallels

[ghost-proofbaby]

Can I request Back to December with Eddie?! and if you could make it kind of angsty 🫣🥹

back to december (eddie's version)

warnings: angsty. very, very angsty. hurt/no comfort.

wc: 2.6k+

a/n: fuck it we ball. i have nothing to say about this one. if it's trash, that's between me and god.

Love was never something that came easily to Eddie. 

Maybe it was due to his upbringing, maybe he was another victim of circumstance, but love and him had always had a complicated relationship. It had left him scorned usually, a long line of failed situationships that trail behind him like ghosts of his pasts. Times he let bury themselves, relationships he’d get involved in knowing he’d never achieve the kind of love he’d seen in books and movies. Other people would talk about their small town romances, and he would only think of all the one night stands he’d subjected himself in which tore off a piece of himself every time he’d depart. He was the type of person to be used, to be drained of what fun the other participant could suck him dry of and then discarded for the next one. He wasn’t relationship material – he wasn’t love material.

Until you. And how unexpected you had been. 

You, who was suddenly sitting in front of him in a coffee shop, hunched over your laptop and no doubt working on finishing up classwork for that degree you’d always talked about getting with him. You, who had been the exact opposite of someone Eddie would have ever anticipated falling for. You, who had never looked at him as something to use and to discard, but to have and to hold. You, the one (and possibly only) exception to everything he thought he knew. 

You’re just as stunning as you had been on late summer afternoons in the passenger seat of his van. Same messy hair, same glowing eyes, same jestering lilt to your lips that seemed ever present even in the most serious of situations. Even with brows furrowed and new stress lines in your forehead, a slight pucker of your lips at whatever was on the screen in front of you and accentuated eyebags that hadn’t been there in your past life but now exist in the here and now, most likely a symptom of the long hours you’d always been willing to put in for the things you wanted – you still took his breath away, even now. 

The first time you’d ever spoken to Eddie, he had considered it a cruel joke. You were beautiful, someone who entered the room and everyone just knew you were the smartest person there. Teachers loved you, others at the very least tolerated you if not admired you. It prodded at every insecurity he’d already harbored. All his fears of not being good enough, of being judged for his repeating years, of forever being doomed to be worn as a mark of shame rather than a badge of pride had been put in front of him with a pretty bow on top. You were something to show off. You were something good. But those wide eyes that had slowly pulled him in, had broken down all his defenses. He’d never stood a chance.

“Eddie?” 

It’s not your voice, but that of the barista sitting down his order on the pickup counter. But his name still tears you from your concentration, and when you pale at the sight of him, he doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he had been staring. 

They have to call out his name a second time before he moves to grab the coffee, turning his back on you just as he had all those ages ago. His fight or flight kicks in; he doesn’t know whether it would be better to leave it as it is and hurry out of this coffeeshop with his tail between his legs, or if for once in his life, it was worth leaning into the discomfort. Instead of running from that crackling in his chest and all the hurt flooding him the same as that final time he’d seen you, maybe he should take a deep breath and dive right in. 

Would you even recognize him as he recognized you? Would your soul see his as if for the first time all over again, and sadly smile with a whisper of, oh. There you are, again?

Or would you pretend to be strangers again? Would you pretend like all the history had faded to smoke and he was just some guy you’d bumped into at a cafe? Would you give him the honor of wiping his slate clean and just starting over, as if he’d never hurt you? 

He had been an idiot when it came to you. A loser who had been handed a gift on a silver platter, and instead of cherishing it until the end of time, he’d ruined it. Ruined you. 

The decision is made long before his palm wraps around the overly warm cup, and his feet carry him to your table before doubt would wrap its chords around his throat.

His chest flutters just like it had in the autumn when he’d first realized that how he felt for you was different. As the leaves of Hawkins had changed color, so had his feelings, turning their own brilliant and vibrant shades between him draping his leather jacket across your shoulders and the gentle kisses you’d wake him with before the sun even rose. Quiet and private moments between just the two of you that Hawkins had never bore witness to. Hazy afternoons spent under the guise of tutoring him in subjects like math and science bled into dinner dates at Benny’s, sharing milkshakes and him teaching you how to tie a cherry stem with your tongue.

He had loved you. He still loves you. And he’d been a fool, because it had never occurred to him that during those Autumnal months, more than just the leaves or just him had been falling. 

Even the warmth of all your love that he had been blind to wasn’t enough to stave off the chill that had crept in by that December. Winter was cruel. You’d both learned that the hard way. One bad argument, one stormy night, and it had all fallen apart. He’d lost you — he’d lost that ray of sunshine in his life, the one thing that should have kept him warm through icey December nights. All over something that had started off over a disagreement of future plans and unraveled into an argument over differences.

His voice cracks as he stands before you, eyes wide as he says, “Hey.”

When you look back up at him this way, it’s hard to believe that he never saw it. That love, swirling with endless depth. That quiet but firm matter of fact that you loved him, and a piece of you if not all of you always would, even after he’d shattered your heart on the ground carelessly. 

“Hi,” your voice is meek. Even after nearly a year, all it took was him being here, and you felt the person you’d worked so hard to build from scratch fall right apart, exposing all your old wounds and still-sensitive nerves. Before Eddie, you’d always seemed so sure of yourself.

He should walk away. He should leave you be. He should just live with what he’d done, the damage he’d inflicted, and let you continue to heal.

He can’t. “Is this seat taken?” 

You hesitate as you stare at the chair that his hand lands on the back of, and he doesn’t blame you. He isn’t sure he’d let him take that seat either. 

“No,” you answer honestly, clearly against your better judgment, “It’s… open.” 

There were a million other seats he could have taken. A plethora of empty tables he could have chosen over your currently occupied one. Hell, he could have even just walked out of there and let your soul rest. But for the life of him, he couldn’t. Because you’re here, and you’re only staring at him rather than cursing him with every foul name under the sun like he deserves, and all of the rotten parts inside of him are clawing out for your kindness. Like a child desperate for comfort, like a wounded animal taking shelter. 

He takes that seat wordlessly, and watches you slowly shift your laptop out from in between you two. 

You clear your throat first, offering that first olive branch, “How’ve you been?” 

He almost wants to wave your question off. He’s been giving a rare opportunity and almost can’t stomach the thought of wasting it on small talk.

“Good,” he forces the answer out, “We, uh- we got picked up as openers for a tour this summer.” 

We as in the band. The thing he’d put above you. He just might regret that decision for the rest of his days.

You’d had a college plan. He’d had a drop out plan. But you had still tried to fight tooth and nail for him; you'd given up a fraction of your reputation for him, a side effect of being associated with the freak, and you hadn’t even blinked an eye. It had been the bare minimum, at least in your eyes, but to him it had been a sign that he was nothing but poison for you. It went further than just the fact that you had your shit together and he didn’t. Once the first weak spot had his attention, all the fragile delicacies that your relationship hung on by did. He stopped ‘studying’ with you at Benny’s, choosing Hellfire Club over you. He always forgot to congratulate you on your accomplishments, whereas you never missed a beat in recognizing his. It was always him taking, taking, taking. He had watched you give, endlessly, over and over, and convinced himself that one day, he’d bleed you dry. He convinced yourself it was better to break your heart than to drain you for all that you were worth. He’d never considered your perspective of it all.

“That’s amazing,” you should be scathing, hurt and angry to have to hear about how the very thing he’d broken your heart over was working out for him. But you aren’t, and you both know you never could be; you were happy for him and still cheering him on, even after all the damage done between you two, “What’s the band you’re opening for?”

Stiff, cool small talk continues. Talk of this band that had so graciously taken Corroded Coffin under their wing. Discussions of the weather. Comments on the college you’d been accepted into, and confirmation you had been working on class work when he’d found you. You had a full ride. He tries to remember all the times you’d discussed your specific accomplishments that would award that, if you’d ever bragged about your GPA to him or any of the extracurricular activities you’d taken part in for a shiny bit on your applications. But he can’t recall them; maybe he had just gotten too jealous at the time, or maybe you’d been aware of the hurt it would have caused him and avoided the bragging rights. (It was the latter. God, he knows it’s the latter, but it hurts to admit it). 

It’s painful. So, so utterly and terribly uncomfortable. He once knew everything about you. The mundane things like your favorite song to belt out with the windows down, and the remarkable things like how it felt to feel your heartbeat pressed to his while his bedroom window was open on frigid November nights. He’ll never know that feeling again. He’ll never feel your breath sync with his, and he’ll never get the chance to not take for granted that serenity you’d always offered with open palms in his direction.

When the conversation dwindles and the coffee goes lukewarm, he knows it has to end. He’d replayed this scenario a million times — rehearsed his apologies and tormented himself with endings where you took him back. You’d forget the past and drop your guard as you welcomed him back into your arms. The night he should have vocalized his fears of dragging you down with him but instead claimed you were holding him back would be erased. His pride would become a caged animal who had spent enough time roaming free and wreaking havoc on the best things in his life. Everything would go back to the way it was. Everything would be okay again. In his mind, that’s how this should have gone.

It didn’t. But he could still offer at least one piece of his dress rehearsals to you, leave at least one bandage behind for the trouble he’s caused.

“I’m sorry, you know,” he stumbles out, and it’s not nearly as smooth as all the words he’d repeated to the mirror, “I’m sorry for the way things ended.” 

You’d loved him. Really, really loved him. And he’d taken it for granted, he had used it and discarded it for all it had been worth. 

He’d always known you were smart. You wouldn’t make the same mistake twice, even if that love still burrowed in the channel of your heart frozen in time, forever cursed to a loop of the December night he’d chosen to chew you up and spit you back out.

“Don’t be,” you smile sadly, and he sees the glimpse of the you that still loves him, that still wants the best for him. The piece of you that will always treat him better than he deserves, “We got everything we wanted, right? It all worked out in the end.” 

“Right.” 

His tongue is dry, almost swollen, heavy in his throat. 

He doesn’t know how to tell you that no, he didn’t get everything he wanted. None of it worked out in the end. Because at the end of the day, he finds that the only thing he really wants is you, and he will never have you again. You had treated him so well, had been so damn good to and for him, and he hadn’t known what to do with himself. Some foolish part of him still believes that with the knowledge he finally holds now, he could treat you better — treat you right. But he can’t. He’ll never even get the chance. He’ll never even deserve the chance.

An exchange of goodbyes. A final glance. An acceptance that even if he locked away his pride now, it had already dug its claws into you, and the scars would always remain. 

He leaves more unspoken words in that coffee shop, at that table with you and your cold latte, than he can count. You both promise to reach out to each other more often, but you both know it won’t happen.

He doesn’t sleep that night. He never does these days. 

Repentance churns his chest, a familiar friend, and demands to be felt until he can see the sun begin to rise through the curtains of his hotel room. He swears he feels the ghost of gentle lips kissing his cheeks, whispering to come to bed, but it might just be the wind. 

There may only be a small piece of you frozen to that night and all your time together, and you may still have a possibility of thawing from the cold that he left you out in, but there is no such luxury for Eddie. He’ll always be there. Repeating words he doesn’t mean, watching tears well in your eyes as he destroys everything he’d ever wished for, setting aflame the one thing he could have done right in his life.

He writes another song about it, ignores the tear stains on the paper and adds it to the collection of all the ones that came before it. 

Across the city, your pillow matches the sheet of lyrics. Tears shed that Eddie would never be able to recognize through his own smoke and ash.

Love was never something that came easily to Eddie. Regret, on the other hand, always would — always, for as long as you exist somewhere out there, frozen in December. 

“And I think about summer, all the beautiful times when I watched you laughing from the passenger side – and realized I loved you in the fall.”

#speak now (ghost's version) #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #the power it took to resist adding any more lore than what i did #this is one of my top songs on the album fuck #no one understands how badly i wanted to add a flashback to those summer times and then the mention of fall #that's one of those lines that makes my heart ache when i hear it every single time #you know what? loosely based on real events #being told i was 'too good' and 'too smart' for someone and that's why they broke my heart really has happened to me #like cool i don't really understand but cool #ANYWAYSSSS

[constellation-skirmishes]

they're arguing over the best paramore albums

anakin: All We Know Is Falling & Brand New Eyes & This Is Why

ahsoka: After Laughter & Riot! & Paramore

ani: of course i'm right you overgrown, hairless tooka-kit

soka: NUH-UH !!

#anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #tcw #star wars fanart #disaster lineage #NOT A SHIPPPP #i have to put that disclaimer in every. single. drawing of two or more people i do #it sucks #brand new eyes is my top album. and not because of the 'obvious' choices. i have it on vinyl. #my prized possession. #I REALLY NEED ALL WE KNOW IS FALLING !!!! ON VINYL OR CD !!!! I NEEEEEED IT #sorry for being a musician on main guys #it will happen again #hi i love paramore #did you know that #its on literally every single playlist ive ever made #anyways you first is SUCHHH an anakin song. #so is where the lines overlap (coughcough first song on my rexwalker playlist) #FUCK HIM UP SNIPS !!! GET HIS ASS!!!!!! HUBRIS !!! #lukka's workshop #i have So Many Thoughts about so many different paramore songs and how they relate to various star wars characters. ask me about them. #i fucking dare you. my ask box is open.

[unknownarmageddon]

And I’m not gonna stop till I forget what we had

Cross belongs to Jael Peñaloza Lyrics from I Don’t Wanna Talk (I Just Wanna Dance) by Glass Animals

Got the idea and inspiration from this ask from @psycho-chair!!

#GOD I love this one wawawa… #Every single time I listen to I don’t wanna talk I get the most vivid fucking mental image #cause of that ask #and I just. #Physically needed to at least draw it if I couldn’t animate it #and I love how it turned out IMMENSELY hehe #really ended up conveying what I wanted and just. Idk I’m happy considering #Armageddon art #Cross sans #Cross!sans #Xtale sans #Undertale AU #sans AU #AU sans #utmv #Cross #xtale #OH ALSO #go listen to the song I beg it’s so fucking good genuinely #I didn’t reference the ask too much I just kinda kept it in the back of my mind is all

[rotisseries]

I'm so tired of that girl on tiktok saying her song sounds like it belongs in an 80s slasher film it literally doesn't it literally fucking doesn't it literally fucking does not it literally does not fucking sound like it could ever be in an 80s slasher film it doesn't sound like it could be an 80s song AT ALL much less one from a slasher film it sounds like very modern synthwave which is a 2010s 80s nostalgia music genre it does not actually sound 80s at all it sounds like you've never been near an 80s song in your life quite frankly but oh you saw an aesthetic board on pinterest and you know the stranger things soundtrack has synths!! go die

#I support indie artists I support the grind but I cannot fucking stand the way this bitch is promoting her music #I don't even have anything against the song itself I haven't listened to any of it enough to care #but WHY. ARE YOU TRYING TO GASLIGHT ALL OF US ABOUT WHAT THIS SOUNDS LIKE. IT'S SYNTHWAVE JUST CALL IT SYNTHWAVE #IT SOUNDS LIKE SYNTHWAVE THAT'S WHAT IT IS THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH IT #zepotha #<-cause it's related it's about the girl #I don't even have a problem with the fact she's calling the album soundtrack for an 80s horror movie #like that's a cool title for your synthwave album #I have an ISSUE. WITH THE FACT THIS IS THE ONLY THING SHE SAYS IN EVERY SINGLE PROMO POST #IN A DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO GET US TO AGREE WITH HER

[felizusnavidad]

unpopular opinion but i really miss those days when it was all about the music in taylor swift fandom

#time for a little rant because i feel like i need to get it off my chest rn #i feel so disconnected from this fandom lately #mostly because literally everything is about travis these days #like don't get me wrong i'm really happy that she's happy but #i just don't feel the need to talk about her relationship 24/7 like some of the swifties #and honestly it's all just too much #everything is about taylor and i'm not even excited anymore when i see new pictures of her #because it's just too much??? #i truly love her with all my heart and i always will but even i am tired and i've been a swiftie for literally half of my life #why do people have to discuss every single detail about her love life #and who cares if she's going to be at the game again #let her live maybe #i'm sorry but it's just so annoying lately #this fandom is being too fucking loud and i'm tired and it's not even fun anymore #remember when the eras tour started? amazing times #we were talking about it all the time and discussing every single detail of the tour and the songs and all #now it's all about her new relationship guys it's not... like... WHY. #it makes me so sad because it used to be different #ugh #i might get hate for that but i don't care i just really needed to say that #taylor swift #ts #talking shit for the hell of it*

[andoutofharm]

me, about to experience indescribable emotions for 1 hr and 2 minutes: hmm i think i will listen to unreal unearth by hozier

#how does Every single song hit a different emotional center but with equal intensity #i feel. Fucked up #hozier

[keii]

Wished we could've seen Toji be a deadbeat, broke ass, gambling addicted, homeless man for a bit longer...

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #toji #toji fushiguro #thanks to my art friend for inspiring me to draw this man bc i never would've #he is the easiest character i have ever drawn like... i absolutely had no problem drawing him LMFAOO #surprise surprise given the type of characters i draw LOOL #every time i think of toji i'm reminded of two things... sushi getting suspended from twitter during christmas #and that one fanfic excerpt where he's fucking x reader and saying 'you ready to be a single mother?' LMFAOO #anyway i listened to simon says on repeat while sketching him LOOL her songs always help bring out the hoe in my drawings #art #fanart #killamonart #artists on tumblr

[vaguely-concerned]

I am so mad about how desperately into pan I am. he was specifically made to fuck me up. they dangled him in front of me like 'hey would you like to see a sad clown trickster with emotional intimacy issues and a heart of, if not gold, then some mysterious alloy with qualities not at all unlike those of gold at the end of the day?' and I went 'boy would I!' and now I'm lost. I'm on my knees he's like if reyes vidal was actually redeemable instead of just a 'release my man he did do all of that but I don't care' situation

#the way he seems so genuinely *delighted* by grace finding her voice and wants her to be able to make her music again #even when she's not the muse anymore............ what the fuck that is the sweetest thing I've ever heard in my LIFE dude #low-key grace's biggest fan musically at least fhsajkd #stray gods #stray gods pan #(this is not a slam on reyes btw the fact that he's unconscionable is part of the appeal in that specific case lol) #I went into the game mostly blind and from what I had seen I fully intended to romance freddie #and then... this bitch shows up for literally one song and I have to restart the whole thing before I even get to challenging a queen #because I now desire the goat guy carnally and I want to duet with him for the rest of forever thank u #also I don't think I can ever not romance him now seeing the contrast between what he gets up to in the endings #what do you MEAN if you don't romance him he just goes off and no one knows where he is. he's still just so alone??? no not on my watch #(if freddie is dead ( :( ) and you romance him there's an *adorable* part in the epilogue where he tells you hekate has him running around #getting lost relics back in a series of distinctly indiana jones-esque misadventures and it sounds like he's having the time of his life #if this is what it takes for him to actually talk to his family without anyone being complete dicks about it I must solemnly accept #the terrible burden of kissing him on every single run through of this game. it cannot be helped it's out of my hands now)

[thieves-never-say-die]

Well I was gonna go to bed and then they started watching Leverage so of course I had to stay up

#leverage #m speaks #I was in the other common room when I heard the theme song #I was literally like a fucking dog I sat straight up and started looking around #Nigerian job let’s goooo #it’s hard not saying every single fun fact I know about the episode

[aropride]

► [character] playlist

for [character] kinnies || [character quote] || pic credit: yuormom69 on twt

catboyblorbo • 972 likes • 145 songs, 8 hr 27 min

Line Without A Hook - Ricky Montgomery

Little Miss Perfect - Write out Loud

Boys Will Be Bugs - Cavetown

Twin Size Mattress - The Front Bottoms

Are You Bored Yet - Wallows, Clairo

Art Is Dead - Bo Burnham

Soap - Melanie Martinez

Mr Loverman - Ricky Montgomery

As The World Caves In - Matt Maltese

Look Who's Inside Again - Bo Burnham

Washing Machine Heart - Mitski

Burning Pile - Mother Mother

Hidden In The Sand - Tally Hall

Ghosting - Mother Mother

Nobody - Mitski

This Is Home - Cavetown

I Bet On Losing Dogs - Mitski

putting a spin on hey there delilah - Egg

Heather - Conan Grey

Alien Blues - Vundabar

Oh No! - MARINA

brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Our Word - 36 Questions

Anti-Hero - Taylor Swift

Cry Baby - Melanie Martinez

Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood

Freaks - Surf Curse

Rät - Penelope Scott

Be Nice To Me - The Front Bottoms

Watermelon Sugar - Harry Styles

Out Of My League - Fitz And The Tantrums

#text #DISLAIMER: i like a lot of these songs/artists #hoewever they are in every single fucking playlist #This was physically painful to make btw

[skepticalarrie]

hello!

I have to ask. In both All Along, Always You and Too Young Louis talks about finally realizing Harry was IT and THE ONE for him after time away from Harry (traveling to different places) And wishing he had seen it all along. But what do you think that means? It seems like Louis doubted Harry was THE ONE for him and maybe he doubted between Harry and someone else.....?? But then again Louis talks about having only one proper relationship so this all doesn't make sense to me anymore. Because I always thought Louis saw Harry as THE ONE since 2010....

Hi! I don't think these songs are exactly about that though, I don't think it even scratches the surface of what he's trying to say with these, actually. And I think it's way beyond our compression as fans, but keeping in my this is just a theory and incredibly subjective, this is how I see it:

As I was just saying in this analysis of Lucky Again, there's a running theme in Louis' songs that he always talks about getting lost and running out of energy, looking for something... but I don't think that something is love. I don't think he was looking for someone else or anything along these lines. Louis went through a hard time, I'm not sure exactly what he went through but I'm assuming it was a sum of different feelings like their fame, the oppression of their closeting/sexuality, and then the hiatus was clearly very hard for him followed by tragedies in his personal life. And then eventually he lost it, a little bit. A lot of people who went through a hard time with severe anxiety, and maybe even depression can relate to the feeling of trying to find "something", because you feel lost, you don't know who you are anymore. So he built walls, he shut everyone out (us included). And I think that in Louis' situation shutting Harry out was especially hard for them, adding that to the physical separation because now they were solo artists - also a running theme on their songs. So I mean... I think they went through a very difficult time, and that's just considering Louis' "side", not to mention everything Harry was feeling and his own personal difficulties as well.

I think the turning point - and maybe the answer to your question, anon - was Walls. The album, because I think every single song on that album is an exemplification of that feeling of getting lost and overcoming it, but also the song. The song Walls is about finally getting his walls down because he realised. For every question "why", you were my "because". That's it, he had what he needed right there with him all this time, since they were way too young to even realise how special that was and how easy it was before everything got hard and messy and "before the world had got too serious". So I don't think there's even a discussion whether Harry was "it" for Louis or not, if he was the one or not.... it's about realising Harry was literally everything. Love is healing. This is some soulmate shit, guys.

And I couldn't possibly end this post without mentioning Harry's side of this. Which are Satellite and Adore You, two of the most underrated love declarations of all times. Adore You where he goes on and on about loving and idolizing Louis to a point of not asking anything in return. Just let me adore you. And then Satellite..... oh boy. About just waiting, being patient. Just being there waiting for Louis to realise and finally pull him in again.

#i cried a little bit writing this #i probably referenced every single song on their discography with this lol #so i don't even know what tags to use #but the most important one as always #THEY NEVER BROKE UP #please!!! do you realise how stupid it sounds questioning whether they broke up when they pulling this kind of soulmate stuff????? #it was never about that #wake the fuck up listen to what they're saying #always you #parallels #lucky again #all along #adore you #satellite #ask #walls #supportive harry #lyric analysis

[fionnaskyborn]

Was tagged by @oceancamp to post my current five favorite songs! (They should invent a stages-of-grief-esque model that encompasses and accurately describes both types of anguish I had to go through making this list - the one of limiting myself to only five songs, and the one of trying to put as little videogame music on here as possible so that I don't end up looking like an absolute goddamn geek, which... I am... Oh well!)

Thank you so much for tagging me - here are the songs!

Heaven Pierce Her - War Without Reason

Tatsuro Yamashita - Love Space

This specific arrangement of Death And Republic + Meet Again

Winger - Junkyard Dog (Tears On Stone)

The Protomen - Light Up The Night

Is it courtesy to tag other people after you've been tagged in a post like this? If that's the case, I'll tag @spiralled-fury, @solradguy, @swamppossum, @five-by-five, @northstarring, @ineedmoredragons and @tbonechessor!

#logs #ya don't have to participate if you don't want to‚ from what i've gathered - it's all just for fun anyway :] #The link to Yamashita's song is actually a link to a website that hosts city pop songs‚ since those keep getting taken down on YouTube due #to the strictness of Japan's copyright laws with regards to music. Uploads of Yamashita's songs in particular get taken down quite #frequently... The rest are either Bandcamp or YouTube (in case of Junkyard Dog) links #Very out-of-character of me not to put a Кино song on here‚ haha #I had a hard time deciding whether to put HOLD BACK THE NIGHT or Light Up The Night here‚ but ultimately decided on Light Up The Night #because... hoo boy #okay storytime. i've known of the protomen since somewhere around 2021. got The Good Doctor in my recommended feed‚ clicked on it because #i thought the album cover was cool + the title was appealing‚ but i never really listened to anything theirs beyond that song after that. #fast forward to 2022. be me‚ watching the greatest videoessay on planet earth (Steak Bentley's Metal Gear Solid 4 Was A Mistake). #the fucking MONTAGE comes on‚ and I fall in love with my second Protomen song. second fast forward to 2023 going into 2024‚ finally got #around to playing the Violence update. i learn of the name of level 7-2. the widest‚ most mischievous grin appears on my face. #i enter the level‚ proclaim ''ULTRAKlLL IS NOW A STEAK BENTLEY REFERENCE'' and blast the song as i get my ass beat by every single thing in #that level. #and let me tell you. getting mollywhopped ten thousand times by the FUCKING GUTTERTANK TRIO AT THE END OF THE LEVEL WAS. not a pleasant #experience. but the song made it better. :) (i played the level before the balance patch came out and uh let's just say i had more deaths on #that level than on 2gabe and 1gabe. SEVENTY-FOUR. FUCKING. RESTARTS. JESUS /CHRIST/. #goodness how i yearn to make a 3d animation of v1 going through 7-4 with that song in the background as a tribute to the man himself but #alas i am a student who has everything in the world but time #thanks for the tag again!! ^^

[cowboy-robooty]

do you guys know how hard it is being a rhythm gamer who has no rhythm

#its not even a joke brah I CANT DO FUCKING SPAM OR THRILLS BECAUSE I HAVE NO FUCKING RHYTHM #EVERY GODDAMN SONG I PLAY I NEED TO PRACTICE A MILLION TIMES IF THERES A SINGLE THRILL #BECAUSE THAT SHIT DOESNT COME NATURAL I NEED TO MANUALLY LEARN TO STAY ON BEAT #ME WHEN I KNOW THE DAMN SONG I JUST HAVE NO FUCKING RHYTHMMMMM #its why wiener is always aghast by how i play #bc im good at shit that people usually dont like and then i eat ass at shit people have fun with #'good at shit people usually dont like' ...... good for my level compared to my skill at thrills.. #im still a scrub okay guys im not goated enough to have the confidence to say im good at rhythm games yet

[theamazingannie]

Love the way people will simultaneously hate on celebrities for voicing opinions about politics because they aren’t educated enough on the topic and also condemn celebrities who don’t speak out about politics when they are clearly not the kind of person who is properly educated on the topic

#like pick a side #maybe the reason global superstar Taylor swift hasn’t spoken out about Palestine is because she is white American global superstar #and not a fucking expert on international politics #this expectation that every single person with the slightest but of a platform #should speak out on every single issue #is so unbelievably harmful #not just to the person who gets hate for no reason and also is expected to emotionally exaust themselves for your personal morality points #but because of all of the celebrities that DO speak out and clearly aren’t educated enough on the issue and spread gross propaganda #to their massive followings #like I’d rather a celebrity stay silent on politics than ruin my perception of them #because they decided to have a public opinion about something that is awful #i don’t need stranger things ruined for me because Noah Schnapp called all Palestinian supporters terrorists #i dont ask the political leanings of the clerk at the grocery store #so why do we expect this of our actors and singers #(and i only brought up Taylor cuz I just saw someone condemning her and it’s so annoying #this happens with every single political event #not everyone can be properly informed on every single issue and it’s wrong to expect them tl #i just want them to sing their silly little songs and act their silly little movies) #if they’re like an outright shitty person I want to know that #but if they’re just dumb and fall to propaganda on an issue that doesn’t affect them then just silently think wrong #and hopefully it’ll give them the chance to silently learn a better way #once they publicly post it they’re more likely to double down when called out #idk just more 2am rants ignore me as you do