#the song of the lark

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Sophie Gengembre Anderson (French-born British, 1823-1903) The song of the lark, 1881

#Sophie Gengembre Anderson #french #british #art #fine art #classical art #mediterranean #cradle of civilization #the song of the lark #1800s #fine arts #oil painting #traditional art #classical #european art #european #europe #europa #western civilization #lyre

[venustapolis]

El canto de la alondra (Sophie Gengembre Anderson, 1903)

#art #20th century art #20th century painting #1900s #sophie gengembre anderson #🇬🇧 #the song of the lark #1903 #timeless beauty #aeterna venustas #el eterno femenino

[sassydreamerturtle]

onu bir görseniz sanırsınız o bir deniz, yanılırsınız.

o benim, güneş sistemim.

//

if you see him you suppose she's a sea, you are wrong. she is my solar system.

🎵son feci bisiklet~bikinisinde astronomi

#lyrics #love quotes #love songs #love notes to no one #the song of the lark #turkish #lovers #lovecore #lovely #like

[nomiwrites]

The Song of the Lark

Sophie Anderson

1865

#fic : everyone's war #character : luna lovegood #the song of the lark #sophie anderson #nomi's inspirations

[macksartblock]

I wanted to do a tattoo hc thing and it turned straight up Nark I guess 

#*waves hands incoherently* #dungeons and daddies #dndads #nark dndads #nick close #nicholas foster #lark oak #lark oak garcia #nick's tattoo is intended to be the battleaxe of hatred #and then the purgatory one is a ref to a fob song LOL i just thought it would be funny #I always have to pull up my own fucking sketch of the twins when I draw either of them bc I've cemented them as mirror twins in my brain #tactical freckle placement thats what I've doomed myself to #my artwork

[lepetitdragonvert]

A Lark’s First Song

Artist : Rene Cloke

#lark #song #first song #olive burton #rene cloke #original illustration #story for kids #children’s story #children's literature #children's books #vintage illustration #old book #watercolour #watercolor #alouette #bird #digitalis #foxglove #flowers #girl #yellow dress #blue sky #clouds #nuage #ciel bleu

[ratislatis]

',:) Requests??? HEH. Well there's like ten million in my head but actually Rat since you've already blessed the world with yassified Sparrow, how about some yassified Lark? (I remember you mentioning that Lark is your jewelry model! I'm dying to see him!!!) 💜💜💜

I hope this is what you meant by yassified

pov you get dragged into playing mermaids with your best friend's 5 year old daughter who will not stop talking about fish

(requests are open <;3)

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #fanart #lark oak #scary marlowe #while drawing scary I kept listening to 'what was I made for' by billie eilish #yknow from the barbie movie #and I almost started crying again #not only for scary but because IVE BEEN TO THE BARBIE MOVIE TWO TIMES AND HAVE CRIED WHEN THIS SONG COMES ON BOTH TIMES #HELP #I think there is something to be said about the notion that lark could've babysat scary when she was a child #yknow the kiddads probably shared the 'it takes a village' mindset #even while trying to protect their children from themselves #I think terry and lark would've been best friends. I think they understood each other well. but probably had a lot of scuffles #I think they only had to look at each other to have a conversation #one day I will deliver on ACTUAL yassified lark baba #one day. #this is revenge for you saying 'HEH' in my askbox #also that. was a mistype. sparrow is my jewelry model #but I support twin equality #my art

[introverted-bard]

Love, Me Normally

Transcript:

Sparrow: So if you just, like act super cool and normal at this dance and you have a fun date that goes normal and is- is not weird, and you take off that mascot suit and maybe, like, wear deodorant, I think everything will be cool. And I'll be proud of you, and then…

Normal: W—

Sparrow: [softly] Yeah!

Freddie: Woah.

Normal: You're not proud of me?

Sparrow: [quick, important, pause] Nah I mean, I love you a lot. I don't know proud— Proud is like, I want to show you to people and be like, “This is my son!” And I definitely don't want to do that—

Anthony: Lark's like—

Lark: Ah pah-pah!

Freddie: Oh my God.

Lark: Pah-pah! No, nuh, he doesn't— I mean, he doesn't— he means what he's saying. He doesn't mean to mean what he's... Agh!

Anthony: Lark starts hitting himself, he’s like—

Scary: Hey, why are you being such a d*ck?

Lark: It's doing stuff to us. It’s—

Normal: Uh— It’s— It—

Lark: It's the drunkness, and also it's this place that we're in. He wouldn't be saying that if he was just sloshed at home.

Normal: Well, he'd be thinking it though, right?

Lark: I mean, uh— [stutters]

#the way I know he would have this song on his playlists #normal oak #dungeons and dragons #dnd #dndads #sparrow oak #lark oak #scary marlowe #taylor swift dndads #anthony burch #hermie the unworthy #dungeons and daddies #lincon li wilson

[likelylarks]

#daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #maxiel #31 days of maxiel #larks writes #larks tries #my original plan for the month had this song as day four #so on day 28 i finally wrote something that could fit it lol

[manitapaleta]

Thank you for your time, thank you for your mind,

But I don’t ever want to fall in love again,

GONE,GONE/THANK YOU Tyler, the Creator

clean vers.

#dungeons and daddies #dndads #dndaddies #dndads s2 #dndaddies s2 #nark #nark nation #lark oak garcia #lark oak #nick foster #nick close #nicholas close #nicholas foster #my art #trying to get dndaddies fandom into tyler propaganda lol #sorry but igor changed my life and i constantly think abt it and this song is on my nark playlist and i was like OH U KNOW WHAT WOULD B GOO #IF I PUT THESE ON THIS ART SPECIFICALLY BC IT APPLIES (to nark at least #not sure how well it fits with the story of orpheus and eurydice bc i spark notes learned the story lol) #anyway #this was a suggestion from the nark nation and hooo boy i did not intend for it to slay so hard lol

[footprintsinthesxnd]

The Lark’s Song

Summary: Florence Lark joined the ENSA to do her part for the war effort. On a daily basis she is surrounding by charming young men, so why would David Webster the any different. His blunt personality seems to draw her in but with the world at war, can they make it through? Warnings: not too many warnings for this chapter, some swearing

When Two Hearts Meet

Florence tapped her foot rhythmically against the wooden floorboards of the stage, as the music played out from the band around her. Some light chattering from the men in the front row distracted her, eyes hovering over the man at the end of the row, who seemed too engrossed in his novel to listen to her singing. As the instrumental section came to an end she took a deep breath, drifting across the stage as she began to sing again.

“We'll meet again

Don't know where

Don't know when”

Florence preferred singing to the English troops, they always knew all the words and would sing along with her. It was in those moments that Florence felt that she was doing the most good to help boost their morale. The American troops, however, seemed disinterested. Too many of them were smoking, playing cards and talking, but the one dark-haired soldier at the front bothered her the most, his nose buried in a red, leather bond novel. A few of the officers at the back watched her intently, swaying along to the music, whether it was more out of respect for her or because they didn’t have any other plans for their Saturday evening. As the song came to an end, a pathetic round of applause followed and Florence found herself excusing herself, leaving the band playing Glenn Millers' ‘In The Mood’.

Florence lit the cigarette, bringing it to her red lips and inhaling the nicotine deeply, warmth filling her lungs until she exhaled, watching as the smoke wafted gently into the starry night sky. She wondered if her brother, Tom, was looking up at the same sky right now. Whether he was looking up at the same moon somewhere in Normandy. Her father probably was. He often sat in the small back garden of their terraced house, looking up at the sky for any planes. He had been in the Royal Flying Corps back in The Great War before it had become the RAF. He’d flown a Bristol Type 22 two-seater fighter plane with his best friend, Eddie. Eddie had sadly lost his life when their plane crashed which was the same accident where her father lost his right leg. He had been desperate to sign up again when war was declared in 1939, thinking that if he went to fight it would spare his son but being 41 and only having one leg meant he wouldn’t be accepted, so he’d signed up for the home guard instead. Florence often wondered whether having a uniform again gave her father a sense of purpose. After their mother died 8 years ago he’d been lost but had put all his effort into raising his two children and being the best father he could. This was probably why both Florence and Tom had such a good relationship with their father.

Florence took another long drag of her cigarette when she was interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind her. She spun around quickly, expecting to see a half-cut paratrooper trying to make some kind of advance towards her. She’d had to fight off her fair share of unwanted attention from soldiers before and she wasn’t afraid to sock it to them. Instead, she was met by a rather handsome, kind-faced man. His lips pulled upwards into a friendly smile but as Florence’s eyes drifted over his frame she couldn’t help but roll her eyes when she saw the red leather-bound book held tightly in his right hand.

“Oh, it’s you. Sorry, I don’t do private shows, if you didn’t pay attention the first time that’s your loss.” She turned her back to him, allowing her eyes to settle once again across the rooftops of Aldbourne.

“It’s nothing personal,” he spoke up, moving to stand beside her. Florence could feel the hairs on her arms prickly in his presence and a light blush spread across her cheeks. “I just think once you hear one singer, you’ve heard them all. It’s always the same songs, the same dances. It just doesn’t hold my interest anymore.”

Florence snorted, turning to face the man who decided it was a good idea to insult her entire career.

“So what do you want, some strip tease or something? I’m sorry if the ENSA is too tame for you, Mr…?”

“David. I’m David Kenyon Webster,” he reached his large hand forward to greet her but she just brushed him off. “Well Mr Webster, I’m sorry if it’s too tame for you. Maybe you should try some of the London clubs if you’d rather have that sort of entertainment.”

David Webster looked rather shocked by her outburst but reached out towards her.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry.” He looked at her sincerely. “I’m just not like the others I guess.”

“Well, at least you sat through the whole performance. Most of your comrades either left or started playing cards. I think your officers only stayed out of sympathy.”

David nodded slowly, contemplating what to say next. “If it’s any consolation it’s not your singing. Your voice is beautiful but most of us have sat through quite a few performances and since Normandy, I guess we’ve all lost something.”

Florence nodded understanding, “I understand what you mean. My brother Tom was at Dunkirk. The last time I saw him he was so different. He’s lost the spark from his eyes, the light.”

David placed a hand on Florence’s shoulder, looking down at her, his chocolate eyes glistening under the light of the moon, illuminating his pale features in contrast to his full head of brunette hair. His eyes were tired, dark purple shadows enveloped his eyes and his forehead was wrinkled with worry lines. He was handsome. Florence had rarely found any of the soldiers she sang for actually attractive, many of them thought they were good-looking and certainly acted in that way but David was different. He was the kind of man who didn’t realise how handsome he was.

“Thank you, David.”

He smiled brightly at her. “You’re welcome.”

“So, what book was taking up so much of your attention?” Florence asked, reaching out to grasp the small book, prising it from David’s fingers and fingering the pages carefully. David just watched in amusement as her eyes danced over the pages.

“Oh well, that’s not what I was expecting. I didn’t realise Paratroopers read classic,” she mused, enjoying the feel of his eyes watching her fondly.

“Well most of us don’t. I’m an exception,” he chided, allowing his shoulders to relax now that he no longer felt as though he was under interrogation. Florence handed the book back to him, “I approve. It’s good to know some of you read more things than Dick Tracey and Flash Gordon.”

Webster scoffed, “Yes. I feel that many of them lack the basic, functional skills to hold an adult conversation.”

“Well you’re right there,” Florence smiled up at Webster and he could feel his cheeks heating up under her gaze once more. “It was a pleasure talking to you Webster but I really must be getting back before the boys start to miss me.” She squeezed passed him and Webster chased himself for staring at her like a fool instead of moving aside.

“I look forward to hearing you sing again,” he called after her and to this she just laughed, not bothering to turn around and Webster watched as his hips swayed rhythmically in her red dress as she disappeared.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Lover Boy Webster. Who’d have thought the infamous Florence ‘I don’t take shit from anyone’ Lark would let the likes of Webster into her panties,” Leibgott’s dulcet tones called from behind him, followed by the sniggers from Luz and Toye.

“Oh give it a rest, Liebgott and Florence’s panties are none of your business,” Webster snapped, his glare harsh as he watched the three men appear from behind the tent.

“Who knew Webster could be so jealous,” Luz gave a low whistle but Webster wasn’t about to wait around to hear what else they had to say. He extinguished the cigarettes he’d just lit, stomping it out under his boot and following the music back into the tent. Florence's voice called to him, wafting like a soft lullaby and pulling him back inside. She was like some sort of mermaid, dragging him down to the deep but also like a songbird singing life into these dark days. Webster wasn’t sure when he’d become so poetic, especially about a woman but he found himself scribbling notes in the back of his notebook, her name flowing from his pen like he’d been writing it his whole life.

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#the larks song #david webster x oc #david webster x reader #band of brothers

[risetherivermoon]

The Lament Of Eustace Scrubb by The Oh Hellos is so oak twins coded yall istg...

#'Brother forgive me we both know im the one to blame' LARK LARK LARK OAK #'Father have mercy i know that i have gone astray' THIS IS SO SPARROW CODED #i love this song so muchhh i had it in a marauders black brothers playlist that i made a while ago but i realized it fits the oak boys sm #dndads #dndads s2 #dndaddies #dungeons and daddies #dungeons & daddies #the oak twins #the oak family #lark and sparrow #lark oak garcia #lark oak #sparrow oak #sparrow oak garcia #sparrow oak swallows garcia #autumn rambles #🍁

[lunarrosette]

Will wood songs as dndads characters because I am slightly obsessed with both

This is based on both my subjective takes and interpretations of both the characters and the songs so yeah but I will go into detail about any of these choices if asked

Henry - Williard

Darryl - Suburbia Overture

Glenn - Red Moon

Ron - Marsha Thankk You for the Dialectics but I Need You too Leave

Grant - Um, It’s Kind of a Lot

Terry - …Well, Better Than the Alternative

Sparrow - Becoming the Lastnames (babes i could annotate how this is perfectly applicable to sparrow someone tell me to because I will)

Lark - Front Street or Against the Kitchen Floor (in my head more than actual canon..)

Nick - self- or The Song With Five Names

Normal - Love, Me Normally

Linc - Falling Up

Scary - ish-

Taylor - The Main Character/March of the Gladiators

Hermie - 2econd 2ight 2eer

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #will wood #song recs #henry oak #nick close #Darryl Wilson #dndads glenn close #glenn close #ron stampler #hermie the unworthy #normal oak #scary marlowe #lincoln li wilson #taylor swift dndads #lark oak garcia #grant wilson #sparrow oak swallows garcia #terry jr #i could go into heavy detail #and I will!!! #if asked #more maybe I’ll talk about it anyways #lunarrosette’s shit

[eleplay]

and looking down to his new home he feels the rising of a wave and knows at once he will not weather it

#and back to our regularly scheduled late night larking #a rough sketch concept #eleplays dnd #lark #through me (the flood) is not a lark song except for the first two verses vibes based

[willow-lark]

taylor swift really coming for my throat rn w the byler angst of now that we don’t talk

#LIKE WHATTTTTTTT #filed under: songs that will blasted alone in his room on his birthday in s4 #i’m going insane #stranger things #will byers #byler #posts of lark

[8-worms-in-a-trenchcoat]

lark is so crane wives coded it makes me ill

#there’s so many crane wives songs that work for him #and every one kills me #dungeons and daddies #dndads #lark oak #lark oak garcia