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my-chaos-radio · 3 months

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Release: November 21, 1988

Lyrics:

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ah, ah, ah

I tell ya, it's hell yeah

When love says goodbye, it's a four-letter word

Because your heart knows when love goes

The feeling is bad, it's the pits of the world

It's sad but true

When nothing you can do, can bring it back

Standing in the rain, she starts to cry (oh, oh when love says goodbye)

Is it all a game?

She wonders why, why it had to start

Why should it end, and take her apart?

Because she shows it

She knows it

But what can she do? It's a four-letter word

Because it shakes you

It breaks you

And when it's the end, it's the worst thing you heard

It's over now

And nothing you can do can bring it back

Calling out his name

She starts to cry (oh, oh when love says goodbye)

Guys are all the same

She wants to die

Hide away the tears

No one will see, and no one must hear

But oh

How can the love that she has be profane?

And how can something that's so beautiful

Just Jekyll and Hyde around

It's too sad (oh, oh when love says goodbye)

Oh, oh, oh (hey, hey when love says goodbye, four-letter word)

I tell ya, it's hell yeah

When love says goodbye, it's a four-letter word

Because your heart knows when love goes

The feeling is bad, it's the worst in the world

It's sad but true when nothing you can do, can get it back

Songwriter:

Standing in the rain, she starts to cry (oh, oh when love says goodbye)

Shouting out a name

Four-letter words (I tell ya it's hell yeah)

Four-letter words (because your heart knows when love goes)

Four-letter words (hey, hey when love says goodbye) (I tell ya it's hell yeah)

Four-letter words (hey, hey when love says goodbye)

(Because your heart knows when love goes) four-letter words

Marty Wilde / Ricky Wilde

SongFacts:

"Four Letter Word" is the fourth single from English pop singer Kim Wilde's sixth studio album, Close (1988). The song was released as a single in November 1988, marking Wilde's final release of a track written by her father and brother, who had co-written most of her early hits. "Four Letter Word" became Wilde's third consecutive UK Top 10 single from Close, peaking at number six. It also peaked in the top 10 in Belgium, Denmark, Ireland and the Netherlands. An extended version and a "Late Night" remix of "Four Letter Word" were released on the 12" and CD singles.

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cpcampanello · 10 months

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Seventh Deadly Sin #envy #henryvi #williamshakespeare #shakespeare #shakespearequotes #shakespeareplay #quote #quotes #fourletterword

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sharpenglishacademy · 1 year

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Watch "Normal English VS better English।4 letter words in English।English Tips। @sharpenglishacademy783" on YouTube

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thebitchthatiam · 1 year

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#love letters #four letter word #rosalind porter #joshua knelman

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supercalisunshine · 3 months

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Hc that in Edinburgh when Aziraphale is like “Still, that was very kind of you” and Crowley’s like “Not kind. Off my head on laudanum. Not responsible for my actions” etc etc, Aziraphale was calling him kind in hopes he’d get pushed up against a wall again

I think that is why he does it always lmao like

the way he looks at him and leans in

bbg you’re so silly and down so bad oml

Istg he thinks he’s performing a proper temptation here what a silly goose

#good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable idiots #kind = THE four letter word #he knows exactly what he's doing #oooh he is #he’s performing a temptation #ah #uahm #help.

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ticktockheartstop · 4 months

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What are the odds that, at some point in season 3, Aziraphale tries to annoy Crowley (probably by calling him nice) just because he knows it usually makes Crowley grab him and/or push him up against a wall. And even though now Crowley is really, really angry, at least Aziraphale got the touch he so craves

#good omens #aziracrow #Crowley #Aziraphale #anthony j crowley #a z fell #good omens 3 #good omens prediction #go3 #gomens 3 #good omens season 3 #nice is a four letter word #david tennant #michael sheen and david tennant #michael sheen #neil gaiman #ineffable partners #ineffable divorce #ineffable husbands

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hitlikehammers · 2 months

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seven across

rating: t ♥️ cw: established relationship, SUCH FLUFF ♥️ tags: marriage proposals, crossword puzzles, slice of life, softness

for @steddielovemonth day twenty-seven: Love is watching them do the stupidest things and falling harder for them every time (anon) + Love is just a four-letter word (@sal-si-puedes)

@pearynice said both of these prompts could be together and I said...let's try! ♥️

“Thing I want to be for you every single moment always, past the day I fucking die.”

They’re not, like, particularly serious about the crossword in the newspaper. As in, they don’t spend all morning on it, they don’t judge the tenor of their whole day based not on whether they finish it, but instead how fast they finish it, they absolutely do not do it in pen—

Basically, they’re not Nancy about it; but they do have fun with it. It’s just a quirky little…nerd thing they share before their coffees are done, before they kiss at their car doors and leave for work, or like this, on the weekends: before they start another pot of coffee and kiss about the clues they couldn’t figure out while it brews.

“Head,” Steve answers, off-handed, looking down his nose with his glasses perched low as he reads the middle section of the paper, something about stocks…probably.

“There’s no indicator,” Eddie snorts at Steve’s response, shakes his head but doesn’t bother to smother his grin; “it’s not what I want to give you every single moment.”

“So you agree you do want that, though,” Steve peeks up so sly, so teasing, so fucking gorgeous it hitches in Eddie’s chest when he so much thinks about it, about him, about his Steve—let alone when he’s face-to-face with the genuine article, grinning in all his glory.

“Was that in question?” Eddie recovers, but he knows his tone’s a little lovesick, knows his smile’s a little dopey for feeling, but this man.

Just; this man.

“Love,” Steve grins around a sip of his coffee, glances down at the crossword in front of Eddie to indicate another guess but his eyes sparkle in that way of his, just so, and Eddie knows it’s…not just a guess.

“Again,” Eddie huffs but can’t help the way a smile stretches wide enough to strain, to ache in his cheeks in the best possible way: “not a thing I give,” and he lets the hand not holding the pencil reach for Steve’s, which is waiting for him, grabs when Eddie’s close and laces thiner fingers together so Eddie can squeeze tight as he breathes out:

“But also never in question.”

Steve’s reading again, so it takes Eddie a little by surprise when his hand’s been lifted, and then pressed to Steve’s mouth with a kiss and when he looks up Steve’s already staring at him, the look there so fucking tender.

“I meant it was a noun,” Steve says so softly, his tone tender, too; “you are what love means to me.”

And Eddie’s pulse does a little double-skip for that because Steve can say those things forever, and it’s won’t ever stop fluttering around in Eddie’s chest like something miraculous.

In fact, Eddie really hopes Steve will say it forever.

“Sap,” he tries to volley back but it mostly comes out sappy, and a little too choked to be anything but a fucking compliment.

“Just honest,” Steve shrugs, smiling soft and playing with Eddie’s fingers before setting them back on the table, but not letting go as he gives another guess a try:

“Home.”

“Also not in question,” Eddie sighs a little…fuck, yeah, a little dreamily before tacking on: “you’re all I need, to know that I’m home.”

And it’s true. It’s so fucking true.

Eddie’s floating on the truth of it, and the fact that he gets to live that truth like this, and he’ll blame that as more than good enough reason to miss how Steve scoots his chair closer and leans over his shoulder to look at the paper he’s writing on.

“That’s more than four letters.”

Yep: Eddie will absolutely blame the high of just…being with Steve, of loving like this, for distracting him from the whole fucking pointof the conversation.

“Oh, I, umm,” Eddie fumbles a little, flustered where he really shouldn’t be, this was actually kind of the plan and he reminds himself of that sternly before he chuckles, and it’s only a little forced to get his footing back: “forgot to say we were past those.”

He looks up at Steve thought his lashes, honestly a bit sheepish and yes, he does bask in Steve’s endeared eyeball, in his indulgent smile before he takes another sip of his coffee, and Eddie thinks he’s in the clear when Steve asks:

“What’s the real clue?” Because they do this, they play with the clues more than they probably don’t when the answer’s obvious, because this is something they do together, and if whichever of them’s manning the writing utensil knows what to write in and they just move onto the next, that cuts down the fun, the soft moments they get to have like this.

And Eddie wouldn’t fucking trade this for…for anything.

“Umm,” Eddie draws out, not just the keep the moment but also because woah, wait: Steve’s putting his mug down and he’s leaning in and that’s not how this goes, nope, not even a little, hold the fuck on—

Also Eddie is supposed to be composed for this, because it’s important, it’s so fucking important, and when Steve’s pressed up against him like this, soft and casual in the mornings together, Eddie cannot be expected to focus, or else: not to focus on anything but the blissful warmth of Steve’s body against him like it belongs, because it belongs, and—

“Wait,” Steve’s nose scrunches, fucking delicious but he’s very close, and he’s reading over Eddie’s shoulder and…okay, okay, this was part of the plan, he just didn’t expect it so fast, or maybe he just didn’t expect the way his mouth’s all dry and his throat’s all tight, and his heart’s beating so goddamn hard but none of it’s like it’s nerves exactly, or maybe not mostly nerves, because mostly it’s just Steve, being near, and something like…excitement, but still:

Still: some of it’s nerves.

“This one’s wrong, babe,” Steve points to one of the verticals feeding down into the number they’re working on: Eddie hadn’t asked about it, and Steve’s frowning maybe for that reason first, before he notices…it’s not even close.

Because none of these were really supposed to match the clues; that wasn’t the point.

And Eddie watches, while Steve reads the other lines that feed into the not-four-letters he had asked after, the actually-seven-letters he’d asked Steve to give to him with a very specific clue, and Eddie’s breath catches when Steve turns to him, eyes big and swimming with questions as he exhales so so soft:

“Eddie?”

Because Eddie’d filled in some of the word, with the wrong-other-words.

It’s…not hard to guess when you see it:

_ U _ B A _ D

And Steve’s breath catches too, then, because, well: with Eddie’s clue, it’s kinda…it’s kinda really easy:

Thing I want to be for you every single moment always, past the day I fucking die.

Steve’s lips part, and his eyes get shiny, shimmery, and Eddie swallows, grabs Steve’s hand and moves the edge of a plate that’s been hiding a ring, breathes in the little gasp Steve give when he sees it like nectar to the gods but sweet, more life-giving than even that, and Eddie trembles a little as he holds it out and meets Steve’s gaze: the tears as slow to fall down Steve’s cheeks, and Eddie knows his are no better, and he means to ask immediately but…Steve is so fucking beautiful, and Eddie’s just a man, y’know?

He cannot help but to stare, and savor, and soak in this moment and this image, to etch it in his memory and call it perfection, and marvel at how it’s been his all this time but then…how Steve’s glowing and his lips are quirked the slightest bit and he’s, he’s…

Eddie opens his mouth to ask, he really does, but Steve’s letting go of his hand and reaching to frame Eddie’s face, and then he’s pulling Eddie to him, practiced and sure and Eddie leans because he knows exactly where he fits, always, and, like, maybe the question’s not even necessary.

Maybe Steve's lips are an answer in themselves.

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fluff #established relationship #established steddie #marriage proposal #domestic fluff #or rather more: domestic LOVE #idiots in love #slice of life #crossword puzzles #criminal levels of softness #steddielovemonth #love is watching them do the stupidest things and falling harder for them every time #love is just a four-letter word #stranger things

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mila-beedoodling · 6 months

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« Marinette ran, and ran, and ran, past the fenced pathways lined with trees and benches, past the people and the families on the benches, up the stone steps into the Alpine Garden, round and round the winding pathways until she was out of breath and her sides ached and her cheeks were dry and salty and she couldn’t see where she came from anymore and then she ran some more, until her foot hit a stone and she pitched forward, tumbling down, down, down into a bed of yellow flowers. Marinette pushed herself up onto her elbows, surveying the damage. The flowers she’d landed on were crushed, their petals bruised and stems flattened. A few inches away was a little green sign poking out of the ground, informing her of exactly what she’d just destroyed: Ranunculus Adoneus (Alpine Buttercup) Of course they were buttercups. Clumsy, awkward, Marinette, so caught up in her own problems that she hadn’t seen the rocks in her path, tripped and fell and trampled on the flowers. Of course. Maladroit Marinette, destroying something beautiful before she’d had a chance to appreciate it. Blundering, ham-handed Marinette, making a mess of everything she touched. Inconsiderate, thoughtless Marinette, who’d tried to make her team stronger and ended up tearing it apart. Who’d tried to fix her partnership and somehow made it worse. Marinette dropped her head back down in defeat. Maybe if she just laid here in the dirt, she wouldn’t ruin anything else. »

So @bittersweetresilience was doing a liveblogging of team is a four letter word by @ladyofthenoodle and just like everytime i read it i was going insane for Marinette just tripping on top of the buttercups, she's pretty, she's pathetic, she had her good reasons but everything went wrong. I just love the way Noodles writes her<3

GO READ IT IF YOU HAVEN'T YET!!

(you can support my art with a kofi🌼)

#mila-beedoodling 🐝#miraculous ladybug #fanfic art #fanart #miraculous ladybug fanart #marinette dupain cheng #artists on tumblr #drawing #not bad for drawing this between 1 and 3 am #team is a four letter word

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bluberryfields · 7 months

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"What the hell did you just do?"

Part 2 of whatever. Continuing on with Tadfield Manor scenes, we get to the infamous "Wall" scene. I know it has been analyzed by many so far, but that's never stopped people in the world of literary analysis from spewing their own thoughts on well-reviewed texts. Also, I just want to.

Okay, so once they enter the manor building and see the management training branding, Crowley decides to "help out" and make all of the paintball guns into real machine guns. He snaps his fingers and points double finger guns at the passing "soldier".

Aziraphale is dumbfounded. "What the hell did you just do?

Such language, Angel! And no physical reaction to it like Crowley did when he said "Heaven's sake" in E6. Huh.

Crowley, meanwhile, is thoroughly pleased with himself. They want to battle? He's happy to oblige.

This plus the scare in the courtyard lets us see Crowley enjoying the few perks of being a demon. It's fucking adorable.

Aziraphale cannot comprehend how Crowley - who just miracled a stain away on his coat because it bothered him - could do something so thoroughly evil. And with a jaunty step!

If Aziraphale had pearls, he'd be clutching them so hard.

To which Crowley takes the opportunity to once again point out the flawed binary system of morality. We the audience will see this argument again in the Body Snatcher minisode, so it's fun to see how these two keep having the same old debates throughout time just with different causes with which to start from.

Pointing out hypocrisy while slinking down a hall? Crowley, you delicious tramp.

Aziraphale is still thoroughly horrified, but Crowley concedes with a sigh that everyone will, in fact, be fine. To me, his tone is a mix of disappointment at him not being quite as much of a bastard as he paints himself. He can't really hide his true self from Aziraphale.

I love how he can't stop moving his body. Snakes gonna slither.

Then here is it. The big moment. Smug little Aziraphale feels the need to mention how nice Crowley is underneath his demonic persona.

We now know that this is a reoccurring exchange, where Crowley must defend his title of Big Bad Demon in front of Azi's kind compliments. There's serious consequences to Crowley being labeled "nice" and Azi knows this by now. So why does he keep bringing it up? To provoke Crowley? To finally break him into admitting Azi is right? It's not like Azi can protect Crowley from Hell's wrath, but he pushes anyway.

I thought Crowley was the shit-stirrer in this relationship.

And now my favorite part. Sister Mary shows up and rightly implies these two are about to nail each other through the drywall. But when she recognizes Crowley, he stops her in her tracks.

The sass! It's off the fucking chart! Only an Angel could withstand such a display!

Aziraphale just straightens his clothes and lets the sass go unchallenged because he's still has a bit of self-preservation instincts left.

So I already talked about the "Luck of the devil" line from Aziraphale here, but it truly is a fun moment in the context of the whole scene. Crowley is worked up from the "nice" comment and Aziraphale's seeming refusal to stop analyzing him.

Horny Aziraphale is sassy and Crowley looks like he wants to bite through a door frame.

So, obviously, I've spent way too much time rewatching these scenes, but I do find it so interesting how we see so much of their relationship on display within just a few minutes. The different personality traits to draw them together while also pushing them apart.

The way Aziraphale knows how to work Crowley, who in turns knows how to indulge appropriately. (*cough* bullet catch *cough*)

The way Crowley happily taps into his demonic toolbox to spread a bit of chaos without actually causing serious harm. (*cough* Job *cough*)

The way Aziraphale reflexively tows the party line of Heaven even in the face of Crowley's demonstrations of humanity's instincts. (*cough* all of time *cough*)

And basically the way they bring out the best (and sometimes worst) of each other. Some might say they're a team. Or a group. A group of the two of them.

#good omens #crowley x aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #david tennant #michael sheen #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #good omens meta #the cutest chaos goblin #luck of the devil #sassy aziraphale #supernatural sass #microcosm of the universe #nice is a four letter word

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