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needledropproject · 5 months
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russian doll (2019-) s1e8 feat. "gotta get up" by harry nilsson
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ituneskisses · 3 months
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darth-maya · 6 months
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The song of the day is
Kali Uchis - Gotta Get Up (Interlude)
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We continue interlude week with this absolute dream of an interlude. Songs that settle in this very dreamlike sound I always love. Being able to make the song sound like I'm dreaming is just amazing to me. I don't know enough musically speaking to be able to explain why it works, but it does.
Now what I really love most about this interlude is its place on the album
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The song before is entirely about how great her dreams are and how she never wants to leave them. But this interlude is when she gets the realization that she has to go out and live her life, no matter how much better dreaming is.
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lineffability · 2 years
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Ed pushes him against the wall, hands closing around his throat like a vice, and Stede gasps. The shock tingles inside his body, but the pain is numb and far away.
There is no fear inside Stede. Maybe that is foolish, maybe he is blind to the threat, but it's Ed, he's finally back, he's made it, and this is Ed, in front of him, so close. Strangling him.
Well-- it's not the first time he's tried to murder him, is it? It's not the first time Stede has been mildly inconvenienced either. There's a fire inside Stede now, he can feel it, and it will take more than a little threat to choke it out.
After the initial shock there's only-- Joy? Delight? His eyes soften.
"Ed."
"Don't call me that." Ed's voice is dangerously low, rough in a new way, as if it's bleeding. "Can't you see?! This is the Kraken, this is me, and--"
"It's you, Ed, it's always you. I..."
Edwards hands close tighter around his throat, and Stede reaches up one hand, not to try and tear them away-futile as it were-but to gently settle his hand atop Eds, as if to hold it.
They're both trembling.
"It's always you. I'm sorry," he gasps for breath, but it won't come easy, "I'm sorry it took me so long."
He doesn't go on, doesn't specify, because he can't, because he means it all, all of it, he's been a fool, and he's choking, his vision begins to blur, and there's not enough time to say anything, everything he wants to... But suddenly: a rush of air. Ed's hands loosen, let him take that breath he so needed, before tightening again. But there's no real menace behind it anymore; his grip is weaker, the anger betrayed by hurt.
He can hear Ed take a deep breath, mirroring him, and he blinks, realizing he's closed his eyes. When he opens them he looks into inky depths, the smeared make-up, the mask that is slipping. Ed does not say a word. He doesn't have to.
It was just a moment, but the pain behind his eyes was enough to choke Stede in an altogether different way. It's a pain he can relate to, except-- he has caused this. This is his fault.
And still, he can feel the tears prickling inside his eyes, he can feel a desperate kind of desire cloud his mind. Pathetic. He can feel Ed pressed up against him, smell him, see him, and he is weak. Stede is still weak. He realizes this with anger, but he lets himself give into it. His breath turns into a sob. God Stede, stop crying. Be responsible. Be a fucking gentleman, you crybaby, isn't that what you want to be, little boy? Little lily-livered--
Ed would not say this to him, would he? But it's not Ed who's speaking, it's no one speaking at all, and Stede regains some composure. No, Ed would never say this at all. Not ever. Ed had seen him, and Ed had loved him, and he-- what had he given in return? He needed to tell him, just once, just hear himself speak the words... He brings his eyes up to meet Ed's.
Is he waiting?
Or is he, too, at a loss? After slamming him into a wall, after the rage, after the choking, does he too realize it? That he would never truly hurt Stede?
Not in the way Stede has hurt him.
When Stede opens his mouth, no words leave it. Instead, he leans forward, not far, not far at all, to close the distance between them. (Ed lets him.) It's saltwater and tears, and Ed's mouth is warm but still. Their lips brush, their breath mingles, and time has forgotten to go on.
But then life resumes and it is Ed now who pushes him back against the wall, but differently, it is Ed's lips who hungrily press against his, and the sound Stede makes is short of a whimper.
When Ed releases him, when he finally undoes the tightening vice of his hand and steps back, his eyes are wild. They are both disheveled, chests heaving in unison, and they stare at each other like men burned.
I love you, Stede wants to say, but the silence is too thick and he knows it is not the right time, not the right place, it is too much even for himself to bear. The words are stuck in his throat.
"Please leave," Ed says, and it is not angry but not gentle, it is desperate. Then, more resolute: "Go."
And Stede understands, has it not in him to protest (he deserves this, after all, he deserves everything) and after another moment begins to walk towards the door.
Once, just, he turns, and sees Ed staring, and when their eyes connect a million things pass between them. Stede opens the door.
Stone-faced, Izzy stands at call, ready to guide him back to his cot. To his prison cell.
He deserves that, too.
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gramdma · 2 years
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Good morning my little loves
It's a wonderful Saturday morning. There's fresh, warm cinnamon rolls coming out of the oven in a few. Time to get up and come down for breakfast. I've got coffee on for my big loves and angel milk on the stove for my smaller ones.
Let's start today out with a little food and a lot of love
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timemachineyeah · 2 years
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it’s one of those days girlies
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britishpeternureyev · 2 years
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what can i say, i’m a sucker for a tv show with a good song as a main theme.
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bee-whistler · 2 years
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You ever wake up with a headache so bad that you don’t want to get up and do all the things that you know it will take to stop having the headache?
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ceruleanmage · 2 years
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oh shit it’s noon
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Compilation Review: “Songs For Dads” by Beautiful Rat Records
Mustard had the pleasure of reviewing "Songs For Dads" by Beautiful Rat Records whose proceeds go to Prevent Cancer Foundation.
In partnership with Ska Punk International, Beautiful Rat Records, has released “Songs For Dads.” Together both Songs for Dads and Moms (put out by Ska Punk International) have a shared goal: to help honor loved ones who have been lost to cancer. All proceeds from both compilations are donated to The Prevent Cancer Foundation, whom Ska Punk International has donated to in the past. Songs For…
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needledropproject · 5 months
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russian doll (2019-) s1e7 feat. "gotta get up" by harry nilsson
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captzexx · 2 months
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Here we go Monday.
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William Afton into the FNAF-verse
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messandamiracle · 8 months
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Guess I’ll have to get up tomorrow and face the unspeakable joy and horror mingled that is my own existence.
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strmpt · 10 months
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the problem with taking a billion medications is that i cant just go to sleep right like i gotta get my ass outta bed and go take my silly little pills
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