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audiorkive · 4 months
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oneawkwardcookie · 5 months
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The type of night that's arrived, it's incredibly blessed. The one that the world wants from afar He's right next to me
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byierficrecs · 10 months
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❝ young and sweet (only seventeen) ❞ author: @cleradinthealps
link: archiveofourown.org/works/46209094
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clubmega · 2 months
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Mixtape
Elain Week Day Four: romance
Obviously I ship our flower girl with Azriel, so here’s another installment of my secret dating modern AU. Enjoy!
Fluff. Modern AU.
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Elain sat with her face tipped up toward the sun, her bare feet resting on the front dash in Azriel’s car. The sunroof was open, and the windows were all rolled down, taking full advantage of the balmy, late summer afternoon as they cruised along the empty winding road along the coast.
The sun was warming her tanned skin and the wind was whipping her hair all around. She just closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment, getting lost in the rumble of the car and the warm sun on her exposed arms and legs. As her wandering thoughts brought her back to earth, Azriel’s true crime podcast broke through her bubble of bliss, causing a truly dignified snort to escape her. Glancing over at her boyfriend, she saw his eyes fixed on the road behind his Wayfarers as he listened intently to Episode 200: The Zodiac Killer (Part 3).
Elain held out her hand across the centre console, palm up, and Azriel’s eyes whipped over her face before focusing back onto the winding road. He smiled before threading his fingers with hers, clasping her small hand securely in his.
A laugh escaped her lips.
“As nice as that is, Az, I was after your phone.”
“Oh, I know,” his lips tugged up at the corners causing the dimple in his cheek to pop. Damn he was beautiful. “But this is a really good episode.”
“Azzz,” she half-heartedly groaned. “It’s too nice a day to be listening to murder mysteries! I swear you were a spy in another life.”
“I could’ve caught him,” Azriel huffed, having lamented the same statement many times before with every unsolved case he had made her listen to. She didn’t mind the podcast usually, but the morbid details of mass murders really did hinder the bright mood.
“Of course you could have,” she placated, holding out her palm again.
Fishing his phone out of the front pocket of his jeans, he handed it to her after holding it in front of his face to unlock the screen. “Fine, pick whatever you like.”
Swiping through his apps, she found Spotify and started scrolling through his music. Unsure of what exactly she wanted to listen to, Elain just knew that the vibes of the narrators monotonous voice on the podcast was not it.
As she scrolled through lists and lists of songs, something made her halt, her thumb pausing over the illuminated screen. There, amongst Azriel’s endless archive of songs, was a playlist simply named Elain.
Sliding her eyes in his direction, she noticed he was still focused on the open road, so she clicked into it, hoping she wasn’t violating his privacy in doing so. After all, it was named after her. She hoped.
Clicking on Elain, the playlist that revealed itself turned out to be a collection of songs far longer than she had expected. Azriel was known to listen to a wide range of music, his taste ranging from alternative rock to deep house, Latin pop to old school hip-hop, even classical scores when the mood struck. And what she saw on the little screen was an eclectic compilation of all the above.
Falling For You- Alex Harris… Forever To Go- Chase Rice… My Universe- Coldplay… At My Worst- Pink Sweat$... I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing- Aerosmith… There You Are- Zayn… Heaven- Bryan Adams… Clair De Lune- Debussy… Somebody Else- The 1975…
On and on it went; love songs, make out songs, songs about pining, songs about summer flings, about matches despite imperfection, about yearning and belonging and lust.
Young & Beautiful- Lana Del Ray. She smiled softly at the phone screen. She sang this whilst cleaning her loft every Sunday. For whatever reason, her Sunday cleaning sessions felt a lot less like work when Lana was involved.
Petite Fleur- Jill Barber. She hummed along to this when she stress baked, needing to get her fingers into dough after a long day of studying or when the restaurant had been particularly hectic.
Linger- The Cranberries. He’d twirled her around his apartment to this song only a few weeks ago, after he’d shared the many stories that haunted him from his childhood. The story of how he’d received the scars on his hands. She’d kissed them and told him they were beautiful, just like every other scar that was flecked across his skin.
Team- Lorde. A laugh bubbled from her lips. This song had been playing the first time he’d kissed her, right here in his car after they’d gone on their first date. They’d been making out passionately, parked outside of her apartment building before her cranky neighbour Mrs. Morris had walked by with her elderly dog Ernie and had tsked loudly at their exuberance.
On and on it went; track after track that told the story of them, through Azriel’s eyes. A soundtrack just for them, carefully curated by him.
She gaped at the screen. He’d put together an Elain playlist. Her boyfriend had an Elain playlist. No one had ever done such a thing for her, and she found herself falling a little harder for him. Her insides were melting, and she knew if he happened to glance in her direction in this moment, he would have seen the goofiest grin spread across her face.
She desperately wanted to ask him about it, but she’d let him have it to himself for now. She wouldn’t confront her big scary boyfriend about the cute playlist he’d made for his flower loving girlfriend. It was sweet enough knowing it existed.
Tapping her fingers across the screen, she couldn’t help but think Spotify playlists were just todays answer to the mixtape. She giggled again. He’d be mortified to learn he was the Cliff to her Torrance.
Exiting out of the playlist, she scrolled down to Classic Rock and hit shuffle. As the opening bars of Sweet Child O’ Mine rang out from his speakers, she heard him mutter a quiet fuck yeah. Turning the volume up and reaching over the console to lace his fingers with hers once more, he brought her hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of her palm.
With their intertwined hands coming to rest on her thigh, Elain settled into the passenger seat. She sighed contentedly, wondering how the hell she’d scored such secretly romantic, secret boyfriend.
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porchbirds · 1 year
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Some day I’m gonna be somebody people want.
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exactlypurpleanchor · 4 months
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Drop bYck to bYck how long u been rapping lil 'buddy
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taylorslastkiss · 5 months
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A Playlist For Every Taylor Swift Song
betty -> Link here.
My top tracks:
the other girl - Kelsea Ballerini, Halsey
Hey There Delilah - Plain White T’s
17 - Julia Michaels
Drunk On Halloween - Wallows
party favor - Billie Eilish
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audiorkive · 1 year
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omegaplus · 1 year
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Otis Redding & Carla Thomas: “Tramp” German 7″ (1967)
Omega WUSB spun Otis Redding & Carla Thomas’ lead-off single from their duet covers album King & Queen (1967) for one of last Summer’s bonus one-hour shows. We can’t think of a nastier song from the Sixties and Thomas really took Redding to the trash in a take from Lowell Fulsom’s 1967 original (which was originally a solo). Putting more chips on the stack were producer Isaac Hayes and The Booker T & The M.G.’s who became the backing band for this #2 single on the Billboard Hot Rhythm & Blues Singles and #26 out of the Hot 100. This was one of ten songs that comprised King & Queen which took only six days to record and that album hit #5 on Billboards Hot R&B Albums chart.
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pink-n-spooky · 10 months
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So I was thinking about how in the past you had to put in a lot of effort to make a mixtape for someone. Like you had to wait for songs to come on, yk all that jazz (I’m 19 and have no clue how it worked). Anyways, I’m soooo glad we can just makes playlists now, but making one for someone is a much smaller gesture than making them a mixtape. They can just totally be copy and paste. So I thought a fun way to spice it up and make it more personal would be to make playlist layouts customizable!! That way it really feels like someone made something for you.
I made a little edit of what I mean!! Plz ignore the playlist name and description, I think it’s clear enough :’)
Here’s what I’m imagining:
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Before & after!!
Like I’d be so excited if someone made that for me.
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byierficrecs · 1 year
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❝ closeface ❞ author: miketozier
link: archiveofourown.org/works/42339990
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clubmega · 24 days
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ducksbellorum · 11 months
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Nothing Gold Can Stay
an aurens mix - lawrence of arabia - arranged by ducksbellorum
cairo - nomad [instrumental]
out of the dark - matt hires I wanna replace this darkness in my head In a strange strange place, I'm lying on the edge of a star In these violent days, I only wanna be where you are Even fools they say can find a way out of the dark
a sadness runs through him - the hoosiers Don't look at me with those eyes I tried to unheave the ties Turn back the tide that drew him But he couldn't be saved
cataract - white hinterland Is there no good news I can tell you? Is there nothing that'll shake you From your blackest moods And your spells of mercury?
fare thee well - indigo girls Too thick the heat of those long summer evenings For a cool evening I began to yearn But you could only feed upon the things which feed a fire Waiting to see if I would burn
i will follow you into the dark - death cab for cutie Then I'll follow you into the dark You and me have seen everything to see From Bangkok to Calgary And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
nothing gold can stay - seven places Man of gold, none could see That He was divinity So now today dawn goes down Nothing gold can stick around
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