#nightbirde songs

[yonker-tonker]

Nightbirdweek: Day 1!

I always wanted to share my nb playlist, so I'm going to use this as an excuse! It's super tailored to my vision of nb

#nightbird #nightbirdweek #tf #super prone to grow or shrink at anytime #a lady is Peak nb song. while doom theme is here bc i kept making “can nightbird run doom” jokes

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

If I'm not going to get a tattoo next month then I am at least treating myself to the gatefold version of Steeltown by Big Country on vinyl (which I just bought, so I've already made my decision, heehee).

#crystal visions of lilies in the valley #I don't need to tell you all that U.S. versions of Big Country albums (oh and singles!) suck. THEY'RE SO BORING. #I was gonna be real picky about the only Big Country album I intend to own on vinyl for a long time...(and I was)! #I had to add something else to the order though so I'm also getting a Stevie Nicks single...I don't even remember if I have any actually. #oh shit it'll be kind of funny if it ends up being my first Stevie Nicks single. it's ''Nightbird'' which is a song I LOOOOVE off of TWH!

[knightcorqueen]

YALL READY TO CRY TONIGHT?!?!

#Please #Look up the story about Nightbirde #I promise yall will be sobbing #Saturdaysongshare #SongshareSaturday #song reccomendations #song recs #It's okay #Nightbirde #Rip you lovely lady #spotify recommendation #Spotify

[metamorphesque]

"If you go away on this summer day Then you might as well take the sun away All the birds that flew in a summer sky When our love was new and our hearts were high When the day was young and the night was long And the moon stood still for the nightbird's song If you go away Ne me quitte pas"

If You Go Away (Ne Me Quittes Pas), Rod McKuen

#a masterpiece #a stark favorite song of mine #music #poetry #love songs #if you go away #ne me quitte pas

[more-than-tender-curiosity]

this is brought to you by me reading the princeton holograph over and over again until im sick to my stomach. I can tell when fitz was drunk writing this. That’s how much I’ve been looking at this.

No but I’m being serious. Let me transcribe this for you.

To set the scene, Nick has just come over to talk to Jay and Jay asked if he could confide in him. They’re sitting in the garden and Jay explained his past with Daisy. All fuckass grammar is Fitz’s own.

"Well, you have Daisy," I said, "After all she ought to be a satisfactory incarnation of anything."

"She is," he answered without conviction. "But it's a little like leaving a place where you've once been happy."

"You don't know what you want," I told him impatiently. "You wait three years and then after three weeks you're tired."

“We all grow old,” I told him, “It seems to me you’ve come pretty close to getting all your desires.”

“I haven’t got anything,” he said simply, “I thought for awhile I had a lot of things, my house—“ He looked up at it for an instant— “and things like that. But the truth is I’m empty and I guess people feel it. That must be why they keep on making up things about me, so I won’t be so empty. Why, —Daisy’s all I’ve got left from a world thay was so wonderful that when I think of it I feel sick all over,” He looked around with wild regret, “Let me sing you a song—I want to sing you a song!”

He began to sing in a low unmusical baritone. The tune seemed to be a vague compendium of all the tunes of twenty years ago. It went about like this:

“We hear the twinkle of the gay guitars

We see the shining Southern moon;

Where the fire-flies flit

And the June bugs sit

Drones the crickets single tune.

We hear the lapping of the wavelets

Where the longsome nightbirds sing

And the soft warm breeze

Tell the tall palm trees

The Dreamy Song of Spring”

“I made that up when I was fourteen,” he said eagerly, “and the sound of it always makes me perfectly happy. But I don’t sing it often now because I’m afraid I’ll use it up.”

Through all he said, even through the doggerel of the song, I was reminded of something—an elusive time, a fragment of lost words that I had heard somewhere a long time ago. For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man’s, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound and what it was that I had almost remembered was made incommunicable forever.

Like. Do you mean to tell me that boy didn’t just make you remember what it felt like to be loved? That phrase you tried to form, wasn’t it I love you?

#the great gatsby #jay gatsby #nick carraway #natsby #tgg

[stealingyourbones]

EVEN MORE PLAYLISTS BITCHESSSS

Nightbird (Dick/Jazz) playlist (the second): - Has a very soft love song vibe. some are lightly boppy but it's mainly a soft old crooner type of vibe. Just two deeply in love lovebirds who absolutely want to spend the rest of their lives together <3

Anger Management (Jason/Jazz) playlist (the third): - a bit more upbeat cute love song vibe. Lots of soft and bright upbeat vibes. I'm definitely using this to listen to while writing some cute soft prompts later.

Playlists I finally completed:

Last Sun (Danny/Clark): - lots of rock and a handful of metal thrown in. Clark canonically listens to a shit ton of Metallica so I was doing my best to go that direction for songs. Lots of headbangers. lots of instrumental rock. It was fun finding new songs for this one.

Playlists I tweaked:

Bad Blood (Dan/John Constantine): - It simply didn't have enough metal. I fixed that :) also removed songs that didn't have the grungy and screamy vibe

Constant Death (Dan/Jason): - same with Bad Blood. It didn't have enough metal about death and destruction. I removed more lighthearted songs to make it just yelling :).

#bones playlists #sorry yall i only use spotify #bones writes #i have a lot of fun making playlists :) #if you cant tell ehehe

[ulircursed]

nightbird's song

andrei / leanne c support

The vial shatters in his hands, crimson dripping from his fingers like blood, trailing all down his arm. It burns, fire erupting from the liquid and engulfing his arm, until he reaches forward—

—plunging it into Lady Sister's heart, and the smile on her face freezes, but does not disappear. Her warm brown eyes seek him out—

('Lady Sister, I'm sorry—')

'It's alright. I never believed you were a good person anyway.'

Andrei awakens with a gasp, muted from his long months of habit, and stares at the ceiling above him, trying to calm himself by listening to the sounds of the other students' breaths around him. Lady Sister Brigid's voice remains in his mind, like a vice around his throat, his breath coming quicker, shallower until darkness threatens at the corners of his vision.

Before it could fully overtake him, Andrei sits upright in a fluid motion, drawing a cloak around him as he makes his way out of the room.

Making the long trek up the tunnels to the surface, one step in front of the other, his pace steady against the stone to keep his thoughts at bay as much as possible. Finally the long journey ends, and he emerges into the midnight air, where he takes a slow breath. Now that he is here, at the surface, he does not know where to go, this late in the night.

(He doesn't know what to do, either.)

Then, a haunting, almost mournful song pierces the silence, and Andrei stops mid-motion, head turning to what he feels is the source of the voice. The song is beautiful, certainly, but there is a sadness to it that draws him. Without thinking, his feet take him forward.

It takes a surprisingly long time to reach the tree where the song is coming from; the voice had carried much further than he'd thought capable. The song stops when he approaches the tree, and as Andrei looks up, he sees a young woman with snow-white wings, looking down in his general direction. She mutters at him (or at herself, he cannot tell) unintelligibly for a moment, before beginning to speak in a way he could understand.

"Hello, you are...?"

"...Andrei."

"Mm. I am Leanne."

"Leanne," Andrei echoes. Her wings make her look somewhat like an angel, even framed against the shadows of the trees above, though he thinks she might, more realistically, be one of the bird people like Naesala is. "What are you doing, singing in the night like this?"

Leanne tilts her head down at him as though he'd asked a silly question, but her expression quickly turns somber. She closes her eyes briefly, as though hearing a song of her own.

"You are... afraid."

What?

"What are you talking about?" Andrei demands, taking a step back, feeling accused of a crime.

"There is, hmm, fear, in your heart."

"There isn't," he growls out. What had he to fear from some bird girl? This is hardly where he'd envisioned the conversation going, and in an instant, he turns to leave, but Leanne calls out to him again.

"Oh, wait, wait...!" When Andrei grudgingly looks back up, he finds a sheepish expression replacing her earlier, serious countenance. "You... help me?"

He does not wish to do as she says, not after that, but she suddenly looks so helpless that he relents after a moment. "...What?"

"It is... very dark. I cannot see. You bring me to the... hmm, dormitories, please?"

The destination is pronounced with clear, slow enunciation, as though learned recently and diligently practiced. Andrei looks at the sky. The quarter moon glows softly in the darkness, illuminating the path below. "Have your eyes not adjusted to the dark?"

"No... You will help me?"

"...Fine, then."

"Thank you!"

And that is all the warning Andrei got before Leanne leaps from the thick branch she had been sitting on, directly towards him, wings slack with little indication that she means to break her own fall.

"!!" By instinct alone, the archer reaches to catch her, finding her surprisingly light as she tumbles into his arms, almost more like a child than the grown woman she looks the part of.

What is happening??

"Why did you do that?" Andrei demands of her, setting her down on her feet none too gently — oh, now she fluffs out her wings, fluttering gracefully a few inches back and looking much too pleased with herself. He'd seen Naesala's wings in the aftermath of the mission. Did they not break easily? How could she be so reckless in the face of an utter stranger?

"I was not afraid. I know, you will catch me."

It is the clearest sentence she'd spoken so far, words steady with a conviction that seems to pierce his very soul. Andrei stills, fighting an sudden, unexplainable rush of emotion at her statement... and Leanne takes this chance to slip her hand into his, looking at him with an undeserved trust.

"Dormitories, please," she chirps cheerfully, and Andrei gives a sigh, turning and allowing her to hold onto his hand as he leads her forward, back down the path towards the monastery.

"What is your house?" Andrei asks after a short silence. It doesn't appear as though the dormitories are separated by house, exactly, but having the distinction might make finding her room easier.

"Ah... Golden Deers!"

"...It's 'Deer'."

"Hmm?"

"The plural for 'deer' is still 'deer'. You do not add an s to it."

"But why?"

...It's just like explaining things to Patricia. Andrei takes a deep breath. "There is no reason. It is how the word works."

Leanne makes a thoroughly discontented noise in response, but remains quiet for the rest of the journey, merely the sound of her rustling feathers and the warmth of her hand in his denoting her presence.

"Here are the dormitories," Andrei announces as they reach the row of rooms, lit in faint torchglow for the nighttime stragglers.

Leanne's head swivels around as she gets her bearings, squinting in the darkness — is her vision truly so poor? — before her expression brightens as she points out one of the doors. "There!"

She looks back at him expectantly then, and, feeling obligated, Andrei leads her right to the doorstep, until she can reach her hand out, feeling around until she touches the knob. She turns around with a sunny smile. "Thank you, Sir Andrei!"

"...You are welcome," Andrei replies, stiff and automatic. Leanne's expression softens suddenly, and she leans in a little.

"You are... a good person. Do not be afraid."

Andrei's eyes widen. "I'm not—" The words burst out of him before he is even sure what he's negating, exactly, but Leanne only gives him one last smile, slipping through her door and closing it behind her.

He stands there for a long moment, silent and pondering, before turning away, towards the gradually lightening sky, feeling oddly as though a weight had been lifted off his chest.

Are all the bird people so... weird?

#➵ taking the reins (drabble) #long post #c support! i've had this idea since the last time i had them together and now it has become this monster drabble alkdfjl #this is andrei's pov and his question went unanswered #but leanne had been singing on and off during the night in the hopes that someone will hear her and come help :'D #leanne vc: where's ulki when u need him??? ;;;;;;; #(even if ulki were here to hear her his eyesight would be just as bad in the dark and no bird would be able to come help her)

[prettywordsyouleft]

I was tagged by the wonderful @blizzardfluffykpop for this game. It's been a while since I've done a tagged game, so let's do this.

Last Song: my mobile Spotify is saying Wildfire by Monsta X, which I know I was listening to in the car the other day. But I was listening to Kyungsoo on my laptop last night, and I think I heard Lost before going to bed.

Last Movie: The Moon. It was very good, though I spent a lot of my time sitting on the edge of my seat worrying about what would happen next. Korean movies are always more than they appear in the trailer. It was the first time I went to the cinemas in like two years, too, haha.

Currently Reading: I'm trying to finish Nightbirds by Kate J Armstrong (it's okay, but I took a big gap between last reading it and now I don't have much interest), I started Enchanted to Meet You by Meg Cabot last night for book club (It's not as adult as I expected it to be... feels quite juvenile), and I also have Phantom of the Idol vol1 started. It seemed like a cute little manga when I was at the store the other day and picked it up. I've read 123 books this year so far, and I'm very close to my 150 goal 😊

Currently Watching: no shows atm. But an endless amount of YouTube 😅

Current Obsession: making resin crafts. It's so expensive, so I'm trying not to do it too often, but I love to see what comes out of the moulds.

Tagging: @noona-clock @just-some-random-blogger @this-song-thats-only-for-you @tanithrea @soybeantree @jackiejacks923 and anyone else who'd like to give this a go!

#pwyl; tagged #amazing mutuals #blizzardfluffykpop

[mynarco]

POP'N MUSIC LAPISTORIA - IO-LOWER (イオ・ロア)

"使命を全うするため遣わされた二人。

"歌の力で星の運命を左右する。"

In the spirit of KAC tonight, I present MZD's gayest angels! Background for this one is from DRUM'N'BASS - Far east nightbird, a Jubeat song that was ported to Pop'n in Sunny Park. A REALLY good song by Nekomata Master! ...but the EX falls into the same patterns as other Nekomata songs by being absolute bullshit.

Wanna give thanks to my friend Edda (who has unfortunately been suspended from Tumblr for unclear reasons) for providing a mod that gets rid of the floating particles that Peace tends to have in the backgrounds. Now the gifs will be a little bit better!

#pop'n music #rock game gifset #io-lower

[needanevenbettername]

Obscure Stand of The Day 43.

Stand name: Nightbird Flying.

Namesake: The Jimi Hendrix song of the same name.

Created by: Kouhei Kadono.

Year of creation: 2011.

User: Angelica Attanasio.

History: Nightbird Flying is the Stand of Angelica Attanasio. Angelica was a part of Passione's Narcotics Team before Giorno's takeover. Angelica is a 14-year-old drug addict.

History of creation: Nightbird Flying was created by Kouhei Kadona for Purple Haze Feedback, written for JoJo's Bizarre Adventure 25th anniversary event, VS JOJO. The Stand first appears in Chapter 1: Vitti 'na Crozza.

Abilities: Nightbird Flying can fly up to 250 km (150 mph). It can also track individual souls. Whoever it tracks will experience the symptoms of drug addiction. The effects of this addiction will make the victim's memory incomprehensible, impair their intelligence, and manipulate them through hallucinations.

Trivia: Angelica Attanasio may be named after the Italian singer Gianluca Attanasio.

Nightbird Flying's user, Angelica Attanasio.

#jojo kimyou na bouken #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo stands #obscure stand of the day #nightbird flying #purple haze feedback #angelica attanasio #golden wind #jojo golden wind #hirohiko araki #kouhei kadono

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

We got a photo from the studio for FITF tho

https://www.instagram.com/p/CWL2Ff-PF1A/?igsh=MWJydXgwbG1jcjNzOQ==

I’m sooo content deprived and Louis deprived that I want something from him lmao it’s bad for me 😭

That was a classic! Fairy lights, muted colors. Louis looking soft. On brand. I wonder which song he was recording— one of the ones with Dave Gibson, I presume (the studio is Nightbird, at the Sunset Marquis in LA).

Chicago? Face The Music? Paradise? Saved By A Stranger?

[kiawren]

WREN HIIII 🕺 ND 🎶 4 THE MUSIC ASK GAME !!!

HELOOOO MEEKS HOPE UR DOING AWESOME

ask game here!

🕺- What song would you and your f/o dance to?

Hmmm this is tough to imagine since I don't dance but it's nice to think about.... maybe Don't go breaking my heart by Elton John or Ray of sunshine by Wham! :333

🎶 - If you could assign your f/o a musical artist, who would it be?

Probably Kalapana since it's a hawaiian band and has a bunch of songs I listen to that makes me think of us (I'd say a band that also sings in hawaiian but I need time to listen to those thoroughly...) I think that if kiawe was real he'd listen to local music, he doesnt seem like a big music lover though so I think he'd like the songs his parents like or have on the radio or something, and think of me when listening to the romantic ones hehwueeueu (like for Kalapana: nightbird, naturally, everything is love etc...)

#YIPPEE THANKS FOR ASKING!!! #kiawren #ask game

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

trouble is her only friend a demeter fanmix  [listen]

01. Fine on the Outside - priscilla ahn | 02. Suddenly I See - kt tunstall | 03. Oh No! - marina | 04. Running Away - midnight hour  |  05. The righteous wrath of an honourable man - colin stetson |  06. Haunted - laura les | 07. Randy Scouse Git - micky dolenz | 08. Lay All Your Love on Me - abba | 09. Shadows of the Night/Harden My Heart - mary j. blige & julianne hough | 10. Your Heart Is As Black As Night - melody gardot | 11. Undun - the guess who | 12. Bad Habits - ed sheeran | 13. Window - kath bloom & loren connors | 14. Devil Doesn’t Bargain - alec benjamin | 15. Sinner’s Prayer (Live) - beth hart | 16. Heart of Glass (Live from the iHeart Festival) - miley cyrus  | 17. I Don’t Want to Lose You - luca fogale | 18.  10,000 stones - adrianne | 19. Popular Monster- falling in reverse | 20. Shattered - trading yesterday | 21. Carry You Home - james blunt | 22. Butterfly - rory campbell | 23. All My Trials - joan baez  | 24. Song to the Siren - rose betts  | 25. Starlight - the wailin’ jennys |  26. Not as We - alanis morissette | 27. The Breeze/My Baby Cries - bill callahan  | 28. You should be sad (accoustic) - halsey | 29. Nightbird - stevie nicks | 30. But Beautiful - billie holiday | 31. Rainbow - kesha | 32. Live Forever - drew holcomb and the neighbours | 

#i gotta stop doing this in a mania at 8PM at night #Demeter #fanmix #my fanmix #okay so technically you should be sad doesn't make sense because she *did* have a baby BUT it's the surrounding context #it's...a progression i guess? #because i like to read demeter as started in the tribe - maybe had issues with anger and such #rebelled all that stuff #left because [insert reason i think of here] #got caught up with bad crowds #got seduced into a worse one #fell in love with macavity but shock surprise he thought of her as a possession - macavity loves macavity and pretty things #met friends - struggled - fell in love maybe - suffered more - had jemima - escaped #went back home suffered there but is starting to heal #etc etc etc #ends with her family and that's what she really wanted all along isn't it? #popped in the anxiety train from time to time so warning #for screaming and pops of electronica #but that kinda entwines her with macavity #blah blah blah no one cares jemi #popped in *my* favourite ship in there because i can #also since catnip as a drug is canon in the 2019 film you think macavity is a drug kingpin #? #(i'm kidding but also...not?)

[space--butterflies]

you know, even if they didn't get the "audience golden buzzer", they still would have found a way to shove them on there because they sang Nightbird's song. Not because they're good.

#agt

[earemoji]

“if we hadn’t heard nightbird’s song we wouldn’t be here” well…yeah

#agt