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zerimarclassics · 4 years

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Life with a Sixth Sense: Glitter Lamp

Good hello, tumblr land and those who have stumbled upon this long-winded writing style. My name is Sophia (Sophie is fine) and I see dead people.

Let’s get into it.

I was fourteen-years-old and in the full throws of pre-teen angst when my mother, being the good aunt she is, invited over my baby cousins for our monthly movie night and junk food party. Bonus point, they’re all afraid of the dark. Most of my family members have an aversion towards darkness. Aside from getting just the general ick of not being able to see, there are a few other reasons. We’ll get into that later.

I do not share this fear to that extent. I prefer to sleep in pitch-black darkness and find tiny flickering lights in the distance a distraction from my sleep. But as we had guests, and they were younger than I was, I had to find something to substitute for a nightlight.

The substitution was found in a glitter lava lamp I got from a recent birthday. Instead of traditionally being filled with the same old goop, it was flitted with glitter. Once everyone was tucked away for bed, and the lamp was turned on – I couldn’t sleep. While my baby cousins tucked themselves away and passed out quickly.

My room layout was rather cramped, now that I think of it. Every corner had a dresser or desk pressed against it. Under my window was my desk and a nightstand set from Wal-Mart where I had a series of toys ranging from stuffed animals to old Barbie dolls. This left no space between the window, my nightstand, and my feet where I was sleeping on the floor.

What I’m trying to point out is that there is no way a person could have stood beneath or at my window in my room without standing on top of that nightstand full of my old toys and the lava glitter lamp.

I finally fell asleep around midnight with my blanket over my head, to try and block out the glittering lamp. At some point in that night, I woke up feeling a rather menacing presence in front of me. Half awake, I looked up to see a man standing at my feet.

He had no head.

In fact, his neck looked jagged. As if someone had haphazardly cut off his head with some kind of hatchet and made a complete mess of it. He had a large, round, protruding chest and in the center of his chest I could barely make out the symbol of the cross. He was clearly wearing armor of some kind, even though he was almost completely silhouetted by the dim light from the glitter lamp. In one bent arm he held a pointed helmet with a scraggly beard hanging from it.

I found his head.

Or rather he did and was now standing at the foot of my make-shift bed, hovering before me as if demanding I scream in terror. And for a split second – I almost did. But this jerk had also woken me up from what was already going to be a long night. With all my might, I formed words in my head just for him to hear:

No! You woke me up! You don’t deserve a scream! Go away!

With that, I rolled over, pulled the sheets back over my head and went to sleep.

I’ve seen things like this my entire life. There isn’t a moment in time, or a house I’ve gone into, a building hidden in a far corner, where I haven’t seen, felt or heard something like the story above. Sometimes they look normal. Other times, they are solid white figures floating around. Sometimes their solid black, silhouetted in a light only I can see.

Sometimes they talk. Muttering in my ear like a mosquito trying to find a place to land. Sometimes they’ll touch me, and I promptly scold them and yell at them to go away. Sometimes they hide my things. Another annoying habit that causes me to scream into the air, only to find the object I’m looking for behind me. I have many more stories of spookies I’ve seen in my lifetime, and I expect to see them more and more as I get older and forget to build my boundaries.

More to come. Thanks for reading!

· Sophie

(added: if you reached the end and want more: follow this https://zerimarclassics.tumblr.com/post/631378414867251200/life-with-a-sixth-sense-la-llorona )

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bhultra · 3 years

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The horrifying saga continues as The Boyz end up in a Science Museum with no discernible escape. It’s a triple feature as they also go to Japantown and Pier 39 Season 7 Boyz Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/BoyzHub Boyz Merch: https://www.redbubble.com/people/heelnatts/shop Boyz Subreddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/BoyzHub/ Boyz Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/BoyzHub Boyz Twitter: https://twitter.com/BoyzHubYT Boyz Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/boyzytofficial/ Boyz Appeared In This Video: Andrew Chris Kyle Edited By: Andrew

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spookybooscarystorytime · 3 years

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Episode 234 Popular Ghost Stories of Oct 2020 Podcast

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cheylouis · 4 years

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It's been a few months since my last spirit box session and I have never felt more chilled. The session started focused around the doll I've been investigating, but it turned into something else completely. When I asked how many spirits were in the room I was told there were 8. I was also told to leave. I think I might take them up on their offer 😅😅😅

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kellyable-blog · 4 years

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Ever get the feeling that your house is getting you down? Check out this week's spooky true story, submitted by a friend.

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pinkprintwraps · 4 years

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Book Review of: The Widow's Peak

Book Review of: The Widow’s Peak

Rating: ⭐⭐ 2 out of 5 stars

The concept for this book is great, but the execution… not so great.

During the exciting parts of the book, I was really interested, but then there would be pages of meaningless dialogue. I would just skim through that. I didn’t like the main character at all and hoped something would kill him.

I don’t want to pay $5 for a book that not only has noticeable…

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#book #bookreview #chapter1 #ghost #horror #murder #mystery #scary #shortstory #spooky #storytime

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pretty-macabre · 5 years

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Grab some popcorn and dim the lights. We’re telling ghost stories tonight!

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dimsymm · 5 years

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I just uploaded a video about how I’m being haunted!!!!!!!!!! Like comment and subscribe lol babies https://youtu.be/ajYaCVoJk4Y

#ghost #ghosts #experience #ghost experience #haunted #hauntings #paranormal #scary #creepy #interesting #story #story time #storytime #girl #me #motd #possessed #spoopy #spooky

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explorerswiftie · 3 years

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Sunday Storytime

Halloween has just past so I see fitting to tell a story that's somehow spooky I guess. Ummm . . . Oh, I know! Ok yes, so a lot if years ago when I was a lot younger I saw a ghost. Now I'm not crazy and it wasn't just me who was too young, it was a ghost. Or something supernatural anyway. I was sleeping with my dad and like every normal kid, I woke up in the middle of the night and I was facing my father. But I decided to turn my back towards him and look at the edge of the bed. I saw knees. Like a person in pitch black fancy pants, standing in it's knees on the edge of the bed. But I only saw the part where they touched the bed and the mattress bended under them. So I was curious enough to raise my head and look up at who's there. I saw a lady in a black suit with it's face painted in white and she wore make up that made her look like a clown. She was smiling and looking at me. I got really scared so I turned my head away into my pillow, facing dad. Now of course, curiosity and fear made me look again and it wasn't like one of those classic horror movies things where kids have a lot of imagination, but when they look back the monster it isn't there anymore . . . 'cause in this case, she was still standing there not moving and looking at me the second time too so now I turned again and forced myself to sleep. Call me whatever you want, I know what I saw was real. At least I am not dead.

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@octavi26 What the fuck? This is so scary!! Amazing that you actually could go back to sleep.

#SundayStorytime #Sunday 13 #submission

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fancydunamancy · 4 years

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10, 11, 12, 23 ♥♥

10. three favourite Halloween/spooky songs

Ghost - Dance Macabre (i mean it’s a band literally named Ghost and although there’s nothing scary about the music itself, they have this nice funny/spooky aesthetic going on and the music is good)

Nightwish - Scaretale (the whole album as well as the movie this is from have this nice Burton-esque feel to it)

Avenged Sevenfold - A Little Piece Of Heaven (warning, the video is animated but it’s pretty disturbing and bloody)

Speaking of creepy music, here’s some bonus storytime for you. The scariest stuff to listen to would imo be extreme metal combined with ambient noise. I'm not even gonna link this, but the creepiest "musical" project I can think of would be a band named Stalaggh whose album Projekt Misanthropia is just screams of actual asylum patients with some added noise. Then there's this whole genre called depressive suicidal black metal which is usually a lot of slow depressive melodies with dark metal elements and high pitched screeching. I can think of the band Silencer whose singer is rumoured to have cut open a five-year-old's skull with an axe. Then there's Burzum, who are a different type of black metal but they're still creepy and the dude behind their music used to burn churches and stabbed one of his bandmates to death, so. It's a fun genre. aren’t you glad you asked me this question

11. three favourite songs from movie or TV series soundtrack

Toss a Coin to Your Witcher (i have my Opinions about what Netflix has done to the Witcher series, but a/ this song is great and b/ i love Joey Batey)

Game of Thrones - Light of the Seven

The Untamed - Theme Song (the music and general aesthetic of this show are Very Good)

12. three favourite songs from video games

Assassin’s Creed - Ezio’s Family (no comment needed, right? this shit is great)

Dragon Age Inquisition - Main Theme

Arcanum - Isle of Despair (this game has probably my favourite soundtrack ever, it’s just strings and melancholy)

thanks for asking!! :)

#ask #belongtohufflepuff

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nowyourcookingwithboolie · 4 years

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W.I.P.

The Psychonauts gang tell scary/ghost stories by the campfire. Oleander is telling his now! This was suggested by a friend on discord. I will clean and probably finish this tomorrow :) It is going to look cool and awesome when done! Sort of spooky oooooo :) Get ready!! >:)

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crowkingwrites · 5 years

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The Purge

Pairing: Ramsay Bolton x Lily Bolton // Words:2416 // Ao3 Link

Summary: Written as a sequel to You Made Me. This modern day story is about Ramsay and Lily Bolton's descendant, Royce Bolton, as he spins a tale of one particular night that would change everything for the Bolton family.

Students gathered in a tight-knit group in the middle of the parking lot. Mrs. Easton’s first year of teaching history at North Hill High School was going really well. She had become a fast favorite among students with her interesting takes on history. Today, she brought them to a historical monument for Halloween for a spooky story or two.

“Royce! It’s good to see you!” Mrs. Easton said, all smiles. She tipped her red-rimmed glasses and Royce tipped his black rimmed ones. A common greeting between two history major alumni from Westeros University.

“Good to see you too, Layne!” they embraced as old friends do. “Is this your class?”

“It is!”

“They look like a good group of kids,” Royce put his hands on his hips. “Hate to scare them.”

“Not everyone has ancestry of awful, scary people,” Layne laughed. She turned her attention to her kids. “Every gather ‘round! I want you to meet a good friend of mine. This is Royce. He owns the Dreadfort.”

“Uh uh. My father owns the Dreadfort. I’m just the history nerd of this place.”

“I heard serial killers lived here!” one of the teens shouted.

“Quite a few actually,” Royce Bolton laughed. “Shall we begin? I’m sure my ancestors would love to meet you all.”

“Whoa wait, is this pace haunted?” a girl asked.

“Paige, that’s not—

“It’s alright, Layne.” Royce took over. “There are a few ghosts that haunt The Dreadfort, but before we go in let me ask you guys some questions. What do you know about the Dreadfort?” One teen raised his hand.

“A lot of people died here at the hands of one of your uh, ancestors.”

“Nah dude. He ain’t even human,” his friend cut in. “I watched a youtube video about this dude. He was an animal.”

Royce clapped his hands and laughed. “Careful, he’s my great, great, great, great grandfather. Lord Ramsay Bolton has a bloody history.”

“You’re a direct descendant?” the same girl asked. “That’s so fucked up. He had kids?”

“He had a whole family,” Royce gestured to himself. “Obviously. The seed is strong.”

“He was a vampire, right? That means you’re a vampire too.” Royce laughed even louder.

“We’re gonna put those silly rumors to rest. Let’s get inside the horror house, yeah?”

Royce took the field trip group inside the Dreadfort and started showing them historical aritifacts. How people, especially low borns, lived at the Dreadfort. Outside, everything was placed carefully as if people still lived there. Weaponry hung polished and perfect in the armory. Bedrooms still had original bedsheets and blankets mimicking what it was like to sleep there, including the temperature of the rooms.

“It’s so cold here, what the fuck?”

“Language, Tyrone,” Layne reminded him.

“Sorry, Mrs. Easton. Was it cold here all the time?”

“Yes and no. Fortresses and castles never had central heating and air. They relied on fireplaces and windows to control the temperature of the rooms.”

“Sounds awful,” a girl snapped a pic of outside the window. “Was everyone who lived here miserable?”

“No. In fact, Lady Bolton quite enjoyed the cold.”

“Lady Bolton? Ramsay’s wife? He had a wife?” Tyrone looked confused.

“Yes, again! He had a whole family. Follow me,” Royce took the group to the private dining hall in the Dreadfort. A family portrait of the Boltons stood above the grand fireplace. Roose Bolton stood over them all with Lady Walda by his side. She cradled a small bundle in her arms. Below them was Ramsay and a redheaded girl. The redhead girl’s eyes followed you throughout the room no matter where you stood.

“Is that her? She looks like Hell.”

“She was. Her name is Lilith. Lily for short. She started as a servant for the Boltons.”

“A servant marrying into a noble family? How scandalous!” a girl with glasses laughed. “How did she do it?”

“Lord Ramsay likes redheads. He was interested in her from the beginning. He had many lovers and female servants, but she stuck. She followed his orders to a T. He made her.”

“What do you mean, he made her?” the same vampire commenting teen asked. Royce gestured for all of the teens to sit. They took seats around the dining hall, taking in the wooden dining table and the plush chairs. Royce pulled at curtains, darkening the room around the teens. A smirk hid on his face. The fire was the only source of light in the room. A teen kept a tight grip on his switchblade hidden inside his hoodie.

“What’s all of this?”

“It’s storytime,” Royce sat at the head of the table. “What, are you too scared?” The teen loosened his grip and shook his head.

“Nah. I’m good.”

“Let me tell you the story of Ramsay, Lily, and the first ever recorded purge night.”

“Like the movie? The Purge? Are you serious? That happened?”

“It starts with Lady Bolton up there. Walda had that portrait made for her baby. She took her duties as mistress of the Dreadfort very seriously. Once she had the portrait made, she hung it up for all to see. She was proud to be a Bolton despite their ugly reputation. Ramsay, on the other hand, hated the beautiful painting.” Royce looked into the fire, letting imagination take over. He saw his great, great, great grandfather pace the room.

Ramsay stopped in front of the painting again. He scowled at it. Once he turned, he bumped right into Lily.

“Gods!” Ramsay stepped back. “You’re too quiet. You know that?”

Lily pointed to her ruined tongue, something of his doing.

“Right. Sometimes I regret doing that to you. But then I remember you forced me into doing it. You’ve never lied to me since. And you won’t ever again.” Ramsay caressed her cheek. Lily gave him a smile, but looked to the painting before them.

“I hate it. Her child is above me. I should be the rightful heir. I hate her. I hate him,” Ramsay’s attention turned back to Lily. “I haven’t taught you how to assassinate someone yet.” Lily smiled, picking up what he was implying. She pointed to a guard passing by the room.

“Good. Good question. Walda and the baby are guarded, but I have an idea. Follow me.”

Lily’s red hair flowed behind her, standing out against the soft snow. Their hands brushed against one another’s. Lily was aware of her feelings for her teacher and master. She had often stayed up long nights writing out how she felt, but would always throw it away in the morning. He and Myranda had killed Violet together. She had hoped for that same chance with Myranda.

Still, Myranda stood by his side when Ramsay had gathered the Bastard’s Boys and other bloodthirsty soldiers around him.

“I think it’s time that my father and his wife should be relieved of their duties a rulers of this great house. My father has forgotten his ancestral traditions. Our family used to live like kings. Now, we lived by the grace of the Starks in the North in this pile of shit.” Several guards and boys nodded their heads.

“How do we assassinate him?” someone stupidly asked.

“Don’t use that word,” Myranda scolded. “We cannot be found out before we even start.” Myranda was right. Lily knew. Lily looked out at all of the men. Anyone here would die for Ramsay, not her. She lived for him. As did Myranda.

“We will purge tonight,” Ramsay ordered. “Each one of us will purge ourselves all night long and start anew when we see dawn. After that, we all have a clean slate to carry this house into the future where it belongs, as rulers of the North.”

The idea was too delicious to pass up. Soon, word spread in the nearby villages in quiet whispers. No word had reached Roose’s ears. The Bastard’s Boys reported nothing to their lord. Dusk settled into the Dreadfort’s stones, cooling them off from the day. A single guard took his post for the night. As he sat down, an arrow shot through his ear, killing him instantly.

Another traitor guard took his place and yanked his arrow from his head. He used the bloody arrow again and shot it through a Bolton banner. After seeing the sign, the purge began.

Lily used Ramsay’s daggers at his blessing and slashed her way up to Walda’s room. Myranda followed her, giving her cover and defending her if need be.

“Don’t hold it like that,” Myranda instructed. “Always point the blade out.” Lily narrowed her eyes at the girl. She knew that. She wanted to speak poison back to her, but her stump allowed her only an angry mumbling. Myranda touched her shoulder.

“It’s alright to be nervous. I was too. You’re not alone.”

Lily opened the unguarded, locked door easily. One could claim she had a talent for locks, but no one ever saw her unlock a locked door. It only just opened. Inside the room sat a terrified mother and her infant.

“Please,” Walda begged. “Please spare him. I’ll run off. I won’t ever say anything to anyone. Please!” Lily removed her sympathy several years ago when her own mother left her behind for dead. The dagger sunk into her chest before she could beg more. As Walda took her last breath, Lily could hear screams from inside the Dreadfort. The Purge had taken full effect.

Myranda took the babe into her arms. She calmed him down and smiled down at him. Annoyed, Lily attempted to take the babe from her. Myranda stepped away.

“You don’t have to do this,” she told Lily. “Whatever Ramsay told you to do. You can say no. I know a woman in a nearby village who can take him far away from here.” Lily cocked her eyebrow. Myranda planned this.

Lily moved forward again. Myranda stepped away. “I draw the line at children. Just go and tell Ramsay he’s dead.”

“Who’s dead?” Ramsay appeared behind Myranda. Seeing the squirming infant in her arms, he turned his sights to Lily. “Kill him.”

“No,” Myranda said.

“Did you just—

Ramsay was interrupted by a cut to his face. Blood dripped down his cheek. His anger rose to his chest. “You cut me.”

“Let me take the baby.”

“As long as he breathes, I will never be Lord.”

“Do you think I care?” Myranda shot back. “I’m taking him.” As she pushed past Ramsay, something came over Lily. Seeing Ramsay hurt by his lover, him being told no, it switched something inside. Something she had been hiding this entire time.

Lily jumped on Myranda’s back, sinking her teeth into her neck. It sent all three of them down the stairs, crushing the baby. Myranda tasted so good. Lily had wondered. Myranda never drank, never smoked, and only ever had one sexual partner. Myranda was a feast waiting for the right vampire.

Lily had torn her shoulder apart, reaching some vital arteries. Myranda was already dead when Ramsay had reached the bottom of the stairs. He took in the scene around him. He heard people screaming from other rooms, but this one was quiet. The only sound was Lily’s mouth slurping and swallowing Myranda’s blood and flesh.

The baby laid face down on the stairs, blood pooling around him like a red king.

“How long?” Ramsay asked. “How long have you been this way?”

Lily lifted herself from Myranda and drew on the floor in front of her. Blood and dirt formed the number fourteen.

“You’ve been a vampire all this time you’ve been with my family? That’s why you’ve never aged. Are you a threat?”

Lily shook her head no.

Ramsay looked to the baby. “You are loyal to me. Prove it. Eat the baby.”

Lily crawled over to the infant. As she picked up the infant, blood dripped from his face to the ground. Lily turned the small body over in her hands. Her teeth sank into the baby’s chest. She ate his heart while keeping eye contact with Ramsay. Ramsay could feel gooseflesh taking over his arms.

He had a vampire who was loyal to him. He wasn’t glad or angry. He was scared. He swallowed his fear and kept his eyes on Lily.

“You are more loyal to me than anyone I know. Why? You could kill us all.” Lily dropped the infant. It made a thudding sound on the ground. She drew with her bloody fingers again.

Love.

“You love me? Has our time together given you affection towards me?” Ramsay laughed. He watched Lily’s face fall. “No, no, no. Not like that. I’m only shocked.” Ramsay kneeled down to Lily’s level. His knees cover in the baby’s blood now. He took her face and brought her close to him. “You’re my secret now. No one will know. I will keep you safe.”

“After that night, Lord Ramsay took over and married her. They had four children together and ruled together,” Royce smiled as he finished his story.

“I told you they were fucked up. Who marries a girl after she eats a baby? Like who?”

“Tyrone—

“Language. I know, but still! For real.” Royce stood up and laughed. He walked towards the door.

“Family was very important to my great, great, great grandfather.”

“You keep saying that,” spoke up the know-it-all. “Lord Ramsay Bolton ruled in like the 16th or 17th century right? It’s 2019. Wouldn’t he be like your great grandfather times infinity?” Other students snickered at the joke. Royce snickered too as he locked the door.

“No. Lord Ramsay Bolton is only my great, great, great grandfather. That’s how bloodlines work. Just as Lady Lily is my favorite grandmother.”

“That’s sweet of you to say about someone you never met.” Mrs. Easton walked towards Royce. Royce turned to her with glowing red eyes.

“What do you mean? My grandmother’s right behind you.” Mrs. Easton and her students turned to a gruesome sight. There was Lady Lily Bolton. Her sunken eyes and older bones crawled on the wall towards the family portrait. Students scrambled behind Mrs. Easton for safety.

Mrs. Easton looked to her old friend. “Royce—

“Shut up, Layne. You were always too damn perfect for this world.”

“The kids!”

A singular hiss came from Lily. Her white hair parted so the teens could see her stump salivating and pulsating in her mouth. Royce walked towards his favorite grandmother.

“I really hate kids. They always mess up everything, don’t they?”

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mossdeemo · 5 years

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My “Me” Playlist

I blame @pricklyfish777 for this. They didn’t ask me to, but it’s their fault I got the urge to do this

It took forever ooooof

There’s probably trigger warns I should put for some of these songs,,, but I really can’t think of all of them,,,

Welp, here’s all of my issues and personality and likes in one playlist:

A-Okay — Mars Argo

A Turtle’s Heart — Mili

All Night Long — Lobo Loco

Am I A Girl? — That Poppy

American Idiot — Green Day

Andy’s Song — George Salazar & Joe Iconis

Another One Of Those Days — Cavetown

Are You Satisfied? — Marina and The Diamonds

Back Against the Wall — Cage the Elephant

Backstabber — The Dresden Dolls

Bad Guy — Set It Off

Bad Habit — The Dresden Dolls

Basket Case — Green Day

Becky — Championxiii

Birds — Ultimate Storytime

Bit By Bit — Mother Mother

Black Horse and the Cherry Tree —KT Tunsall

Breathe In, Breathe Out — Set It Off

Butterflies — Gabbie Hanna

Call Them Brothers — Regina Spektor

Carried Away — Passion Pit

Chant (Reprise) — Hadestown

Clint Eastwood — Gorillaz

Contemptible Me — Thomas Sanders

Crazy — Makeout

Crush — Tessa Violet

Dancing Queen — ABBA

Dead Mom — Beetlejuice

Dear Jenny — The Dresden Dolls

Disobedient — Steven Universe

Don’t Let’s Start — They Might Be Giants

Everything’s Alright — Kimya Dawson

Feel Good Inc — Gorillaz

Field Below — Regina Spektor

Flamingo — Kero Kero Bonito

Fool — Cavetown

Forbidden Fruit — Thomas Sanders

Formal Girl — Mars Argo

Ghost — Mystery Skulls

Gimme Choclate!! — BABYMETAL

Girl Anachronism — The Dresden Dolls

Glitter and Gold — Barns Courtney

Good Day — The Dresden Dolls

Gravity — The Dresden Dolls

Green — Cavetown

Grrrls — AViVA

Happy Pills — Weathers

Hellfire — Barns Courtney

Help Let Me Go — Danny Gonzalez

Hermit the Frog — Marina and The Diamonds

Hiding In Your Hands — Mallory Bechtel

high and dry — mxmtoon

Hitting On All Sevens — The Devil’s Carnival

Holiday — Green Day

Home — Cavetown

How Far We’ve Come — Matchbox Twenty

How To Disappear Completely — Radiohead

I Am Not A Robot — Marina and The Diamonds

I Can’t Decide — Scissor Sisters

I Don’t Feel Like Dancin — Scissor Sisters

I feel like chet — mxmtoon

I Have a Crush On My Teacher — Kate Miccuci

I Just Laugh — Never Shout Never

I Was An Island — Allison Weiss

idontwannabeyouanymore — Billie Eilish

If I Killed Someone For You — Alec Benjamin

Incomplete — Thomas Sanders

Infinitesimal — Mother Mother

It’s Alright — Mother Mother

It’s Called: Freefall — Rainbow Kitten Surpise

I’d Love To Break It To You —NateWantsToBattle

I’d Rather Be Me — Mean Girls

I’ll Make Cereal — Cavetown

I’m A Mess — Bebe Rexha

I’m Nothing Without You — Dylan Gardner

I’ve No More Fucks To Give — Thomas Benjamin Wild Esq

Just Say When — Kate Miccuci

Kaboom — George Salazar & Joe Iconis

Lemon Boy — Cavetown

Liability — Lorde

Like A Star — Mike Krol

Live To Fight Another Day — The Cog Is Dead

Living Dead — Marina and The Diamonds

Lonesome Organist Rapes Page Turner — The Dresden Dolls

Loose Lips — Kimya Dawson

Mamma Mia — ABBA

Mandy Goes to Med School — The Dresden Dolls

Melody Dean — Amanda Palmer

Mr. Blue Sky — Electric Light Orchestra

Myosotis — Deemo

Mysterious Paths — Marco Belloni

Night Reconnaissance — The Dresden Dolls

Numb — Marina and The Diamonds

Obsessions — Marina and The Diamonds

Oh My God — Ida Marina

Oh No! — Marina and The Diamonds

Only Happy When It Rains — Garbage

Other Friends — Steven Universe

Out the Door — Kate Miccuci

Outcast — NF

Painkiller — Beach Bunny

Party Tattoos — dodie

Peach Lady — Deemo

Pigeon — Cavetown

Pillowcase — Gabbie Hanna

Poison — Cavetown

prom dress — mxmtoon

Prom Queen — Beach Bunny

Prom Queen — Molly Kate Kestner

Quiet — Matilda

Reflection — Mulan

Revolution Lover — Left At London

Runaway — P!nk

Runs In The Family — Amanda Palmer

Saint Bernard — Lincoln

Saturnz Bars — Gorillaz

seasonal depression — mxmtoon

Sex Changes — The Dresden Dolls

Shores of California — The Dresden Dolls

S.L.U.T — Bea Miller

Sorry Bunch — The Dresden Dolls

Space Princess — Human Kitten

Spooky Guy — Danny Gonzalez

Spooky Scary Skeletons — The Living Tombstone

Stuck in the Middle with You — Stealers Wheels

Stuff Is Way — They Might Be Giants

Taking Chances — Kate Miccuci

Terrible Things — April Smith and the Great Picture Show

The Answer — George Salazar + Joe Iconis

The Family Jewels — Marina and The Diamonds

The Goodbye Song — George Salazar & Joe Iconis

The Mouse and the Model — The Dresden Dolls

The Muffin Song — The Gregory Brothers

The Outsider — Marina and The Diamonds

The Rapture Ball — The Poppy

The Second Waltz — André Rieu

The Tea — Danny Gonzalez

The Too Much Song — Lemon Demon

Trouble — Cage the Elephant

Unruly Heart — The Prom

Untitled2 — Deemo

Using You — Mars Argo

Vitamins — Mili

Wait For Me (Reprise) — Hadestown

Waving Through A Window — Dear Evan Hansen

When (Live) — dodie

When the Chips are Down — Hadestown

Word To The Wise — Hadestown

You’re Gonna Go Far Kid — The Offspring

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