#v; under the shadow

[luckhissoul]

it’s cold outside. he’s not sure when the last time was that he had seen the sun rise, felt the warmth of it on his face. light, it felt like ages ago. the cell that they had kept him in had a small window on the stone. too high too reach, too small for anything but to know for certain that the sun was no longer coming up. was that why it was there? or was it for the times that they had seen him struggling to see through it? as they dragged so many people to their deaths just outside and he couldn’t do anything. not that he would’ve. no, he liked being alive. even in a bloody cell. there was air in his lungs, there was - light, there wasn’t anything to look forward to. the shadow has won, darkness had taken over, and anyone who hadn’t surrendered, who hadn’t turned, who still held tight to their weapons as the victory was declared. they were imprisoned, tortured, sent to die. the air outside was thick and heavy with the smell of burning flesh, death, the pitch dark of the whole world. 

the dragon was defeated. they had declared it, burning the bloody dragon banner everyone to see. the dragon was defeated. and the whole world had faded. slowly until the light had gone out. the darkness swept through. and every so often people would gather some place or another to watch the dragon be paraded about. collared, he had heard. but he hadn’t seen it himself. rand had not been brought to this faction yet. he had counted the days, gone over the weeks in his head. they had subdued him, broken him, was what the whispers had said. the champion of the light had been extinguished. but then he had come to the faction, he had been paraded through the streets. and they had let mat watch, not go near to him. but watch. and light, it would seem that he was broken. making him think that he wouldn’t be able to pull any of it off. nothing was going to go according to plan. all that bloody ta’veren business, the pattern, the rolling dice in his head. all of it pointless. 

but it had happened. in spite of the doubt creeping in every bloody second. they had gotten him out. they, as if the group was very big. more than half of the band had fallen in the last battle, the rest had been strung up along with any one else who had fought for the light. elayne was being held in andor, collared, too, trapped. the aiel were either slaughtered or scattered, he had heard talk about aviendha being among the scattered and the slaughtered. the wolves were restless beasts endless searching for their king. the asha’man had been turned the shadow or killed. the same with the aes sedai. egwene had fallen in battle, nynaeve, light, what had happened to her? the group was a few soldiers, min, and a bloody forsaken. who had been a go between, light, had it gotten so bad that they latched onto anyone willing? a forsaken! but lanfear swore no oath to the dark one anymore, only to herself. not the light, not the dark. the worst place to be in, wasn’t it? in the in between? but she had lived up to her word. she had gotten rand and min out and rand was no longer collared. 

the collars. the aes sedai who wore them had been given them by the seanchan. they had been the few who had not fought when the light fell. just like that. the dragon’s peace broken, the world turned over. he could still feel that like a gut punch inside of him. but he had to shelve that for another day. he could’ve been protected there. that’s what tuon had said. she would keep him alive along with her people. a rare moment of vulnerability when she had reached her hand out to touch him. had she almost said please? he had left and ended up in that bloody cell. but the choice was made and he would not unmake it. but the dragon was out, the bloody dragon was out, wasn’t he? and that meant there was hope again? light, that’s the way some of them would see it. this underground ragtag army waiting for what? another last battle? that sort of defeated the whole bloody point of calling the first one that they had fought the last flaming battle. 

they were alone now. min reluctantly being dragged away to gather some supplies above. she had not been a prisoner. she had been proof though, hadn’t she? that the pattern was not completely undone, not destroyed. her viewings still came. it was just him and rand now in this dank and troublesome place. light, it’s cold, the candles flicker wildly. rand sits there in silence. they had been out for nearly a week now. the eight days passing so quickly. but they hadn’t made a move. it was too dangerous to make a move. lanfear had gone. off to where? perhaps to lead the dark one right to them. perhaps. but still they waited even it mat wasn’t sure for what? his mind feels weary, light but all that stress and worrying only ever suited rand not him. but it wracked his mind almost viciously now. trying to come up with a plan but they seemed to wilt in this damp room. 

he gets up from where he’s sitting to go over to rand. quiet and shaken. he looks defeated. he looks every bit the broken hero. only in the stories the hero always gets back up. even when you think he’s done. but rand wasn’t a bloody story. a light blinded fool, ugliest face he had ever seen. too flaming serious with a savior complex mat found terribly annoying. but rand was bloody human after all. he could see it all over him. human. he lifts the blankets in his hands and sets it over rand’s shoulders. “it’s wet down here.” he says quietly, before moving to sit next to him. he leans forward to catch rand’s eyes. a small smile on his face then. it feels a little forced on his face then. an amused sound comes from his throat. “think that you could do something about that?” he waits, almost eager for rand to look at him. just a look. that would be enough for him to know. know what? 

he’s not expecting rand to be alright. light, how could he? but he’s expecting - he’s not entirely sure. blood and ashes, he’s not sure what he wants. maybe he should try at running an idea by him. but how would he feel about going to seanchan, maybe he could - what? convince tuon to break whatever flaming deal she had with the bloody shadow? lift the dragon banner and go to war again. that was a stupid idea. but most of his ideas started that way. all a toss of the dice really. he didn’t know he was that bloody lucky. “they told me that you made the sun shine where ever you went. you really can’t spare me some bloody consideration.” he says, tugging a little to put some of the blanket over his own lap. he waits for him. waits. - @caracarnn​

#v; under the shadow #caracarnn #add to tracker #starter

[averagemartian]

Gen V really missed the opportunity to make Luke/Cate/Andre a (closeted) throuple instead of that dumb cheating plot

#gen v #luke riordan #andre anderson #cate dunlap #think about it: Andre joining their relationship is still fresh so he wasn't there for the stuff with Sam and later feels very guilty for #not noticing Cate manipulating Luke right under his nose #plus they could never go public about their relationship cause Luke is Golden Boy™ and Andre is in the shadow of Polarity #people misconstructing the dynamic between them thinking Andre is envious of Luke when Luke is his one personal reason to #join the 7 apart from his dad's pushing because then they can stay close and hiding in plain sight under the guise of bromance #people thinking Cate moved on too quickly from Luke to Andre but they're both trying to cope with losing 1/3 of their heart #the flashbacks in Cate's mindspace could be about failing Luke in other ways like not noticing he wasn't well or letting the press turn #him into a villain and just wishing they had more time together as 3 before Luke died plus Jordan didn't know about them despite being close #idk I'm just rambling at this point but yeah they could've made it poly if they weren't cowards

[stromuprisahat]

Alina: "We are not the same. And I'm not wearing your color ever again."

Alina: *proceeds to take off her black kefta with golden accents to reveal BLACK dress under it*

#Shadow and Bone #02×02: Rusalye #Alina Starkov #The Tether #The Darkling #grishanalyticritical #V #If she wore the blue one under it #or simple white chemise... #anti S&B writers

[antaripirate]

rhy maresh and lila bard approve this message

#i too approve this message #be bi do crime #also #i have a load of longish analysis type posts in my drafts about threads which i might post #ofc with all spoilers under a cut #i have so many thoughts #and i should finally have a physical copy in a few days now the waterstones and fb editions have been shipped !!! #ALSO ALSO #I SEE V ON TOUR NEXT WEEK #adsom #a darker shade of magic #a conjuring of light #a gathering of shadows #shades of magic #v e schwab #delilah bard #lila bard #rhy maresh #the fragile threads of power #threads of power #bi pride

[davidfosterwallaceandgromit]

bizarre misogyny and general insanity aside, i think wwdits 4.09 was a pretty interesting Guillermo character study. Yes, Nandor ruined Guillermo's relationship. And, the reason that relationship was so precarious was bc Guillermo had kept that relationship secret from Nandor until that moment, and he had also kept Nandor—and EVERYTHING about his life—secret from his boyfriend.

guillermo is like, committed to living different lives that never intersect: the mosquito club never knowing he's a familiar, his family thinking he still works at panera, and now freddie knowing 0 about the people guillermo lives with. i think this character trait is a v interesting manifestation of being young, and in-but-out of the closet, and still figuring out what kind of life you want to build for yourself. you're repressed, so you're lying bc you only feel comfortable expressing one part of yourself at a time. However, this does have a cost! It makes those relationships precarious bc you have founded them on dishonest premises. the freddie breakup would not have happened, if freddie had known the truth (or something closer to it) about Guillermo's life, and the cloning would not have happened if Nandor had known about Freddie in the first place! come on, Guillermo, he's your best friend. you should have told him. So though Nandor did act very carelessly, I don't think the fault is completely w him. and i hope that part of guillermo's takeaway is—if you don't want everything to be about him, you gotta share stuff about your own life, and put some of your (real) self into your relationship.

#wwdits spoilers #what we do in the shadows #freddie #nandermo #wwdits #please do not read this meta as criticizing guillermo cause i think it's a v realistic and kind of under-explored character trait? #and i love it and i love him. i love characters who lie <3 #lying bc you're repressed and only feel comfortable expressing 1 facet of yrself at a time vs. #lying bc you're so repressed you have no idea you're lying (nandor) #dream sitcom will-they-or-wont-they dynamic tbh #now....... insane misogyny NOT aside. What the Hell was that.

[gentlemanstarkey]

BOLD what applies to your muse, ITALICIZE if there's potential / it depends. Repost, don't reblog.

holding hands (in public) · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publically confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photobooth · sharing a taxi / uber · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favourite artist / sports team / other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favourite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubble baths · dropping the L-bomb ("I love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · grant them the last bite (from meal)

tagged by: @detectivechandler tagging: @piraticalwit and everyone else. just do it.

#detectivechandler #~ i will fear no evil for thou art with me // joseph chandler ~ #~ v. under the shadow of thy wings ~ #~ v. we deserve much better than we've had ~ #v. the devil's own kin #headcanon. #James is another hopeless romantic #but also a gentleman in the truest sense of the word

[detectivechandler]

We're detectives, we use police work. Anything else would be just .. weakness of character."

@gentlemanstarkey 😘

#gentlemanstarkey #v. under the shadow of thy wings #this is a grand bonding conversation hahahahah #anyways i thought it might be a bit juicy. something with depth. i love you <33 #in character. writing.

[caracarnn]

Listening to everything that happened, Rand can't help but feel himself go somewhat numb. Every single part of his body wouldn't let him forget it. Any of it. There were scars all over him and under the skin too. He wouldn't be able to get out of this unscathed, he knew that already. He was all minced hopes and brokenness and yet the yoke of the world still hung rather heavy there on his neck. He could feel it because it didn't belong there. He had failed and now what right did he have to being a hero? He had lost everything, the world had been given over to darkness. He was almost sure that he had no right to save it anymore.

But Mat was talking to him now and he let out a slow breath. Of course going to Seanchan would be a gamble. Going to Seanchan was their only hope and yet it was the biggest problem that they would face. It was far. They would have to go all the way across the Aryth Ocean and Rand knew that he would have to either sail there or - he had been there only once. That long ago snow buried day when Aviendha had run from him. If he tried to make a Gateway there where would it take them? But sailing could take months. The amount of time it would take to get there would only plunge the world further into darkness. Could it survive anymore?

Those words that came from Mat had him slumping his shoulders. Start Channeling. The idea was one that he wanted. He could feel the Source, waving about like skin of water in the middle of The Waste. He could feel it but the ache of even attempting to reach for it was something that he couldn't give himself. He was too weak. The sickness and pain that had come from Channeling with the Domination band on was still at the forefront of his mind. It was a tortured feeling that wouldn't shake him loose.

Still, however, he nodded his head in response. He knew that Mat was right and he had to push past the sickness, the turmoil, the torrent of feelings and pain. Channeling was a good start and then they could move onward to finding a way to defeat the Shadow. Whether it was with the help of Seanchan or not, they had to do something now while their blind spot of his own escape had the armies of The Shadow preoccupied.

"It is cold." He said with another short nod and then he lowered his head, closing his eyes on the racing of his own heart there in his chest. The Power was like a glimmer on the horizon and all he had to do was reach. What did it matter that he felt a sickness rolling around in his stomach? What did it matter that he was almost scared to reach Saidin without permission. Light, what had they done to him? He was the Dragon and this was how far that he had fallen.

Finally he pressed himself further into The Void, letting himself flounder there within its confines and then he reached for Saidin. The numbness allowed him to ignore the sickness for now. That and the weakness. He felt the Power surge through his veins, wrap around him until all that was left was the blistering heat and engulfing tempest. He was at the center of the storm and he was wrestling with its waves. Finally Saidin was his and it was like life exploded inside of him. His eyes snapped open and he stared across at Mat eagerly as he created a Weave.

It wasn't so complex a Weave but it still allowed for warmth to descend over them. The cold was at bay and he was able to look into Mat's eyes with the smallest glimmer of hope. Maybe him Channeling was the first step in a bigger direction.

"Give me time. Then I can make us a Gateway there." Did he dare to do that? Get them there blind? He could manage it. He was certain. "But once we're there...it's in your hands, Mat. And, by the Light, it's our last chance."

@luckhissoul - cont'd from here

#.thread #luckhissoul #v. under the shadow

[jammedmuses]

With the hype of HW2 dropping today, y'all can finally say hello to the newest addition to this multimuse (and don't forget the interest checker):

SHADOW FREDDY!!!

#m; even the prettiest gardenia casts a shadow under light;; shadow freddy #v;;shadow freddy; time flies over us but leaves its shadow behind;; main #v;;shadow freddy; times an illusion even if a persistent one;; irrelevant chronology #v;;shadow freddy; now theyre cute;; fnaf world #v;;shadow freddy; about as detailed as a shadow;; unknown #hc;; shadow freddy #likes;; shadow freddy #aes;; shadow freddy #fashion;; shadow freddy #visu;; shadow freddy #thoughts;; shadow freddy #;tag dump

[widowshill]

you know what. v is almost exclusively lawful good but she violated girl code big time by going out with burke.

#she snatched that man right out from under carolyn (granted he didn’t want carolyn but like. still!!! girl code violation!!!) #moreover. violating her loyalty to Liz?? by going out with the man set out to financially ruin them??? #fuck Roger lmao he deserved to lose her to his sworn enemy but like. Liz ???? you would betray LIZ STODDARD for a MAN?? #➤ victoria winters. ┊ because she’s lost and lonely. because she looks in shadows. #the serious version of this post isss I genuinely think Vicki means it when she doesn’t really get what it implies going to #Burke’s hotel room / riding with him to Bangor / etc etc like she is just genuinely trying to be practical #(autistic coded moments to me personally) but like. still v. cmon. you know carolyn is obsessed with him

[royaletiquette]

He knew that loneliness could be a painful thing, and he somehow understood Hibiko more than she could believe it. He wasn’t blind; she was abandoned by her husband, in a marriage that she probably didn’t want in the first place. Whenever they were together, the chemistry was bland, and she would barely pay attention to his actions, perhaps only when he had something interesting to say. Their lives seemed so… Different. They were walking on parallel lines, without really meeting, perhaps brushing their shoulders once in a while before he was gone again. 

What she had required from Gabriele the other day… It haunted his mind. He felt lonely too, but it was a part of his duty. He wasn’t supposed to indulge it, nor to think of it, but her boldness from the other night had planted a seed inside of his mind and he couldn’t get rid of it. Wasn’t it his duty to make sure she wouldn’t feel left behind? Was he only here for her safety, and then, to which extent? He felt lost, but also dramatically tempted, and she was painfully skilled when it came to playing with his nerves. 

While he passed by her bedroom, he noticed that the door was slightly opened, enough for him to have a peek. She was undressing for the night, her body exposed in the artificial light of the room, her back and rear in display for him. Whether it was an accident or not, Gabriele believed that she was enough aware of his schedule to be certain that he wouldn’t miss the show. He pinched his lips together, but he watched, mesmerized by the shape of her hips and the length of her legs. She was a very beautiful woman, and she was probably aware of it. 

He gripped the handle of the door, waited for a few more seconds before he cleared his throat, a way to announce his presence. He waited for a second, his eyes only looking at the empty corridor before he eventually asked: “Hibiko… Do you need something from me?” 

A quick kiss to her husband as he collected his clothes and closed the door behind him. Hibiko, still nude, was satisfied enough with throwing on a fluffy robe for now. She pondered briefly before getting up from the bed to crack open the bedroom door. If she wanted to know when Gabriele was coming, it would help to hear the footsteps more clearly. Of course, nothing damming was planned, Rhodri was only just hopping in the shower after all, but the queen wanted to give Gabriele something to think about on the way home. So, she sat patiently and confidently, waiting for a new attempt to fluster the poor soul.

Although, being forced to sit with the thought instead of impulsively acting on it caused quite a different effect. Hibiko actually felt a tinge of guilt. Or was it self-pity? It was a moment of reflection that she often denied herself permission to dwell on, and yet now that she had a moment to herself... What the hell was she doing? Waiting for a man she hated for the sole purpose of teasing him, deliberately creating an opportunity to say 'no'. Creating her own cat-and-mouse game out of boredom with the one person in her home aside from her husband and kids that would actually willingly give her the time of day.

No, this was awful, and the outright oppressive mood it caused wasn't worth the migraine. This wasn't what her life was supposed to be, yet she worked hard to get here. She must have been just tired and needed to sleep it off. Standing, Hibiko moved to disrobe and change into her nightgown. Raising the slippery nightgown over her head and feeling it lands right above the knee before adjusting the straps and fixing her hair behind her shoulders. She was already deep in her thoughts, trying to claw her way out from the hole she fell down.

A small jump in her shoulders at the sound of Gabriele clearing his throat, a rarely sighted bare-faced and wide-eyed Hibiko looking over her shoulder at him. Studying him and that distant stare, only the sound of running water in the other room attempted to fill the space between them. He wasn't looking at her, which meant he saw her. That much Hibiko felt safe in believing, but how much? Just a glimpse, enough to look away with that shameful look he tried to hide in the dim hallway? The thought was slow but thrilling.

There was a noticeable and gradual change her in demeanor. A straight, almost stern stare softened to the cockiness the queen familiarly met Gabriele with. Tense shoulders relaxed as Hibiko ignored modesty telling her to run and hide behind another piece of fabric. "I'm afraid you're a bit late." Denied with a smile, she walked to the door, resting her shoulder on the wall. Speaking through the small space, her hair seemed to try and hide a fresh mark on her neck. "Thanks for checking up on me, though. Maybe next time?" A tilt of the head for sympathy. "Rhodri stepped in the shower a few minutes ago now, and he's really not one to dwell longer than he needs to." Slowly pushing the door closed, Hibiko moved to stay in view for as long as she could. Almost in a whisper, "Have a goodnight."

#no makeup ooooh the symbolism #distopea #v: the future held hope }a stalking shadow #see she has vaguely better self-awareness #just like. suffocates it with a pillow on the nightly and buries it eight feet under #but its there! #i have so much i say i love this

[threadxsteel]

tag masterpost

general ;; answered ;; promo ;; self promo ;; starters and prompts ;; wishlist

lywc ;; asleep and in waking {lost history} ;; bones and string i will keep forever {gifts} ;; it echoes in the bones and hollows {that which is sung} ;; listen close to the nightsongs of birds {meme} ;; rain against the window {musings} ;; suede and ink stains {journal} ;; sweet hay and apples {Annwn} ;; to run with the horses and hares {aesthetic} ;; the house of Aylis {the lessons of herbs} ;; the house of Iona {the lessons of shadows} ;; under strange stars utterly and irrevocably lost {to be invested} ;; wildsongs of the valley {about} ;; which is heavier the weight of the blade or the betrayal {Bryn} ;; whispers beneath the earth {ooc}

verses ;; and i will ride with you to the end of the world {inquisition} ;; here my heavy boots find rest {modern} ;; the shadow of the cat {witcher}

companions

relationships

#;; asleep and in waking {lost history} #;; answered #;; bones and string i will keep forever {gifts} #;; it echoes in the bones and hollows {that which is sung} #;; listen close to the nightsongs of birds {meme} #;; promo #;; rain against the window {musings} #;; self promo #;; suede and ink stains {journal} #;; starters and prompts #;; sweet hay and apples {Annwn} #;; to run with the horses and hares {aesthetic} #;; the house of Aylis {the lessons of herbs} #;; the house of Iona {the lessons of shadows} #;; under strange stars utterly and irrevocably lost {to be invested} #;; wildsongs of the valley {about} #;; which is heavier the weight of the blade or the betrayal {Bryn} #;; whispers beneath the earth {ooc} #v;; and i will ride with you to the end of the world {inquisition} #v;; here my heavy boots find rest {modern} #v;; i will ride with you to the end of the world {inqusition} #v;; i will ride with you to the end of the world {inquisition} #v;; the shadow of the cat {witcher} #;; wishlist

[ritzcrackerswgooglyeyes]

Would you rather hand holdy the weird shadow that hasn't moved from your closet or the monster under your bed

Man that is a TOUGH question

Like on one hand - shadow in closet? I can see that one. We can talk. We can vibe. I can at least throw snacks at it.

OTHER hand - I don't have to get out of bed, can make a game out of dropping things and watching the hand just creep out and grab em.

Maybe closet?

#ty sashi I was not expecting an ask back #I v much enjoy the shadow hand question #10/10 would love to encounter a shadow hand under friendly circumstances #asksts

[stromuprisahat]

Oh yes, Aleksander Morozova, the Darkling, the Black General, the Black Heretic himself... and his big merzost-made UNnaturals…

#Grishaverse #Shadow and Bone #The Darkling #V #meme #tumblr #Now we know what's he hiding under those neck high keftas. #A top of the pure buttery color of sunlight and huge tits... #The Fold was made when his attempts to make himself a pair went wrong...

[steadfastspirits-a]

💎💎💎

[ for jean !! ]

Three Things that Come to Mind || Accepting!

          “ Kaeya is an excellent knight, and I am proud to have him as our cavalry captain. It is a shame that Grand Master Varka took all of our horses with him on his latest expedition: I worry that Kaeya feels his ‘title’ is hollow at best nowadays. I consider him to be my right-hand man, and I trust his judgment implicitly. ...Will that suffice? ”

None of this is new information, nor is it surprising. Each of Jean’s words are carefully selected to be within normal, everyday public knowledge. Kaeya is a private man, and it wouldn’t do to have his trust in her damaged by unnecessarily revealing information on his struggles.

There are many things that actually come to mind at the question: Kaeya drinks too much. She worries for his health, both physically and mentally. After the incident of four years past, alcohol had become a crutch for the man.

She worries that she relies upon him far too much, when the world is much too hard on him. She knows how he has struggled with self-loathing, how he feels unworthy of Diluc’s forgiveness or to be considered a “good” person.

However, she is beyond grateful to have him at her side and feels selfish for it. She can never do enough to support him, nor can she bring herself to push him to open up to her. It is a delicate balance, and one that she tightrope walks ever-so-carefully.

Three real things that come to mind, all unspoken.

#oh did you want angst? ;3c #jean loves kaeya #like absolutely... would do anything in her power to make life easier for him and make him happy #but she... doesnt think she will ever be enough #he is one of the absolute most important people in her life and she has never considered him to be in dilucs shadow either #in my head its a v v platonic partnership and love that she holds for him but god does she love him!!!!!!!!! #anyway jean despite how kind and open she may seem is actually very unlikely to uh. say much of anything when asked by others about the #people she cherishes #LIKE IN GENERAL. THIS MEME IS JUST JEAN SAYING BLATANTLY OBVIOUS THINGS BUT UNDER THE SURFACE. CAT SCREAMING #also sincerely. where the fuck are the horses. how can u be cavalry captain w no horses #varka. give back the horses. #ITS NOT SAID IF VARKA DID TAKE THE HORSES BUT THAT IS MY HC. OF WHY THERE ARE NONE #aalberich #answered; #ic; #muse: jean;

[eithernich]

#8 am still awake ....... perhaps i just throw in the towel on sleep for today #feel deathlike #how do i ______ #everything feels alien and typing this and posting it is a strange thing too but questioning doing anytninf is what led me to where i am #so i ought not to do that #earlier i let myself listen to tom v's cover of cold iron's bound and couldnt move for like the duration of it. unrelated to this track. #but i forgot how striking it is it's perfect it's like being impaled by an ice cold crow bar and bleeding out in a clearing of dead grass #i've always been so averse to covers of any bob song by anyone (joany excluded ofc) they feel uncoverable but tom took #it to another place it was meant to go #bob conceived it but tom gave it a life and laid it to rest #and i can't hear it without becoming a human shaped mass of goosebumps without a shadow #and why am i saying this under a frank tovey track again #audio #whatever #i hope things don't continue as they are tonight. something must happen but i don't know how to make it happen without breaking a window #i don't know how to open doors #Spotify