#vinyl thoughts <3

[vinyl-lol]

AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

BANISHED WITH THE MIKUS

#vinyl thoughts <3 #I OWN OFFICIAL GREGORY MERCH RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #don't... ask me how much this is JUST BE HAPPY FOR ME <3

[indig0-constellations]

Favorite head cannon for Ice is that he is the biggest Rush fan, like die hard-can name the order of each song off every album and will unleash every interesting fact he knows when he ingests the smallest amount of alcohol

#*has a glass of wine* ‘did you know that in 1979 the Canadian government dubbed Rush ‘the Official ambassador of music’?’ #I just like the thought of ‘ice cold no mistakes’ is actually mega nerd 3000 #the head cannon was inspired by me playing YYZ on guitar flash #this man has seen them 5 times in concert-owns a shirt for every album-and owns every album on vinyl/cassette #I love you nerdy Iceman<3 #also Mav absolutely adores when he infodumps because it’s cute to see his facade crack #top gun #tom iceman kazansky #rush #icemav #(sort of) #top gun 1986 #top gun maverick

[pikslasrce]

if its a girl were naming her deadlines (hostile) and if its a boy were naming him deadlines (thoughtful)

#actually deadlines (hostile)/(thoughtful)/(vinyl) are such good names for triplets <3 #csh #car seat headrest

[lemony-snickers]

dear body: when I complained about being So Very Tired for no reason, what I meant was that I wanted to wake feeling rested after a long night’s sleep, not that I wanted you to wake me up at 2:30 am and keep me awake.

#lemony overshares #ah yes there it is the work anxiety - the surety that I am gonna fuck this all up #I wonder how many times I have smiled when I wanted to sink my teeth into a forearm #Hey news flash - not everything requires an hour-long zoom #Some stuff can just be an email! #I hate the bureaucracy of capitalism! I hate knowing I am gonna screw this up! #and also the anxiety about this space - about not being wanted #I was looking forward to sharing some darker stuff and then chickened out. For what? #No one here has an expectation of me. There is no brand to tarnish no fan base to let down (lol the absurdity) #Instead I bailed on the back third of a fic because I knew it wouldn’t be under my name so who cares - got sad but it was my choice??? #Even when I try something new I can’t quite hit the right notes #Blah I am too old & tired for the same middle school bs yet here I am at 3:26am lamenting my fanfic 💀 #Hopefully yeeting these thoughts into the tumblr void will stop them repeating like broken vinyl in my brain so I can sleep #Here’s hoping 🤞🏻 #thanks for coming to my tag talk

[theradiojunkie]

I can't do vinyl bc it's so very serious to me like, cds make me feel like a silly kid haveing a fun time with the little cute booklet they come with and they feel a bit more care free of a venture, i can listen with intent or just let it be in the background, plus i find them easier at resale shops, but vinyls are so expensive and serious, I feel like I've gotta really sit down and listen to them like seriously yknow? Professionally. Really proper.

#i love vinyl it sounds great #i just collect cds bc i am so very not serious enough for the big boys ig #and i also haves no money #but also because i fuckin love the cd insides <3 #what an expensive item to have in the house what if i break it? #i would cry if i hurt my beloved child #it feels much safer with my little dvd book shelf #marz thoughts? #vinyl #cds #cd love

[babybluelove2]

what listening to too much lesley gore as a thirteen-year-old in the present time will do to you (if you are a female ben hanscom and also being stalked by a demon clown) (alternatively titled: i’ll cry)

is this anything ? does anyone care about the extremely niche version of the losers club that i made up in my head where they are all girls and also dating ? ive been having fem ben hanscom thoughts so much that i thought i would share. u can take this if u want to

~♡~

Ben Hanscom was having a bad day, to put it in schoolgirl language. The talking-to-your-mother-crying bad day, the she-holds-you-and-tells-you-everything-will-be-alright bad day. Except that wasn’t it. Because Ben Hanscom has had bad days before. Schoolgirl bad days. And she has learned to not go to her mom after them; it just makes her feel worse.

Anyway, she had this feeling, gut deep, higher-power-level, that this was not a schoolgirl bad day. That this was just going to be a bad life, at least for a little bit. Things were bad. She could deal. She was good at distractions, at keeping herself company.

Ben Hanscom was a dreamer. A Lisbon girls dreamer. (Her words; she had watched The Virgin Suicides once when she was eleven because she heard one of the characters was named Bonnie, like her. Upon watching, she felt connected to the Lisbon girls. Like if they were her friends, they would understand her in the ways her mother never could. 

Bonnie Lisbon hangs herself at the end of the movie.)

She was thirteen now, Cecelia’s age, and had taken to writing in the margins of her favorite books, the ones she kept close to her heart. She liked poetry the best, it described the things she couldn’t form the words to herself, the liminal loneliness that permeated her very being.

Thirteen-year-old Ben Hanscom’s existence was poetry and music. Because music could fill a room. Music could be laughter or tears. Music could be It’s My Party by Lesley Gore. 

According to the tobacco-chewing man who worked at the Virginia record store, Miss Lesley was “vintage”. Ben hadn’t known that by vintage, he had meant irreparably damaged. It’s My Party was one of the only songs on her I’ll Cry If I Want To vinyl that played all the way through. She didn’t mind much. It was her favorite song on the album. A basic pick, but Ben didn’t pride herself on her individuality. The things that made her noticeable in a crowd were the things she hated most about herself. 

So it was an It’s-My-Party bad day, although Melanie Martinez’s rendition of the melody was more fitting objectively. She sat on the cheap mattress on the floor of her new bedroom and cried, Lesley Gore singing slightly off-key in the background. Today, the middle of March, was her first day at Derry Middle School. It was shit.

As a sort of first-world survival mechanism, and because of her destiny as an empath, Ben could sort out the good people from the bad. When she was little, she insisted on seeing the good in everyone, but she found with moving and new schools and a distinct lack of friends that she never got close enough to anyone to find their good. Usually this meant a lot of neutral. People would blend into the background, the type to not interfere if things got ugly when the bad presented itself. 

At Derry Middle School, there was no neutral, just bad. It vibrated in the sound waves of her teachers’ voices refusing to call her Ben (“Don’t be silly, Bonnie. Ben is a boy’s name.”), dilating the pupils of her judgmental classmates’ glares. At lunch, the only flavor she tasted was the putrid peach of anxious nausea. There were no empty tables when she entered the cafeteria, so she stood around awkwardly for about a minute-and-a-half and then hid out in the bathroom for the rest of the period.

The people were mean. It took her all of five minutes to run into Henry Bowers, who told her she’d better leave his town before she regretted it, like she had a choice in the matter, and said a few choice words about her weight that would inevitably take residence in the back of her thoughts always. She slipped out of the back door after the end-of-day bell, avoiding him and going back to her aunt’s house, her new home.

The record skipped. It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to. Cry if I want to–cry–cry–cry–

Like a girl with a car-crash-induced stutter, the song caught on the word cry, over and over. It was enough to elicit a reaction from the distraught teenager in the room. A little on the nose, she thought bitterly. Ben rubbed her tears into her complexion as she went to remove the record.

She had meant to hit the off button. Someone else would say their finger slipped, but Ben knew better. 

Her book of fairytales was packed away in a box somewhere. It was pink with golden sparkles and a built-in ribbon-bookmark. She didn’t need it in front of her to recount any of its tales. Sleeping Beauty was her best friend in second grade, far more reliable than anything else in her life. She used to write little confessions to Aurora, schoolgirl-bad-day musings next to her hopes and dreams.

Sleeping Beauty was cursed to prick her finger on the spinning wheel, just like Ben Hanscom was cursed to prick her finger on the needle of her record player, only she didn’t fall asleep for a hundred years.

She gasped a breath in when it happened, sticking her pointer into her mouth where it was bleeding. 

The music was still playing–cry–copper was on her tongue–cry–everything felt surreal; maybe she had taken her daydreaming habit too far this time–cry–her mom always said she was too separated from reality.

The vinyl shattered. She screamed, startled, covering her face out of instinct. A shard lodged itself into her arm, right through her baggy hoodie. Another cut through her baggy sweatpants. 

She scanned the room, maybe looking for her fairy godmother to step into view, rambling about how that wasn’t supposed to happen and she’s sorry, let me clean you up, darling. Or for someone entirely human to tell her she was going insane. But she was alone, the sudden quiet buzzy and disorienting.

After a pause that ensured one of her cousins wasn’t going to come and investigate, Ben moved to the bathroom so she wouldn’t have to look at the vinyl residue littering the carpet.

She was crying again by the time she pulled the pieces of vintage Lesley Gore out of her body. She had stopped some time before and was paying for it. Her tear ducts had finally caught up to produce sobs that died with the air that struggled to reach her lungs. Her clothes were ripped, and she wasn’t really in a position to afford new ones. She was in pain too, though she didn’t really feel it; all of her senses were being eclipsed by phantom hearing–cry–cry–cry–

It met Ben Hanscom that day, and her life would never be the same.

(@amorasalvatore i posted this whoops ty for listening to my ramblings)

#has anyone else ever thought that fem ben hanscom would listen to 60s girl groups and lesley gore and subsequently ended up listening to #lesley gore #sorry about the long title i learned from lana del rey my lord and savior #had to come up w a title on the spot for this it is in google docs as “ben angel loml sweetheart hanscom” #ben: im so boring i blend into the background my favorite lesley gore song is its my party #also ben: *buys all her favorite 60s albums on vinyl* #fem ben hanscom #fem losers club #it 2017 #ben hanscom #is using the main tags misleading ? this is so far removed from canon its probably easier reading with no knowledge of the actual source #ok bye <3 #if anyone wants to know more about my fem poly losers club brainrot hmu PLEASE

[valen-dreth]

todays featured license plate of the day is HELP

#featured license plate of the day #wend out w my dad this morning-afternoon had a splendid time ❤️❤️ we went music shopping i got: #- elo box set (3 discs ft several songs i have never heard before [they werent released in the states till this edition] dated 1990) #- bioshock 2 soundtrack on vinyl #- hope by klaatu (opens with my current favorite song) (STUNNED we got this one i thought i was gonna have a much harder time finding it)

[sincerelyyoursg]

#my prettiest <3 #thinking thoughts <3 #ngl i just want to show off my cool taylor vinyl widget #<33

[lacefuneral]

The infamous demo that songwriter Jeanie Cunningham sent to Disney Records by mistake, which, despite its title, theme, and lyrical content was selected to be part of HALYX's setlist. Once again, I am uploading this recording for archival purposes. I do not agree with the sentiment of the song. This song was originally written as satire by Cunningham, who was 22 years old at the time and trying to subvert sexist tropes, and its origin and context is explained in the HALYX documentary.

#halyx #sorry 2 my followers that have seen me upload 3 different versions of this song so far #so much of HALYX is lost media already. i don't want any more of it to be #if youtube videos get deleted - if vinyls get misplaced... that's lost history #it's why i'm trying to archive any piece of halyx i can find #god do i wish i had different demos though. i wish it was lightning i was uploading. or i see the light. not JB :( #like. i literally wish this song was about anything else. because the melody is solid #i've been trying to rewrite JB but there's different angles to take the narrative #i've thought about ''first rate'' - like maybe there's some kind of class difference? and the singer is like ''go away rich boy'' you know? #the problem with songs like this is that they are narrative based. so i have to figure out what the story is #anyway i'm rambling now.

[pamesjatterson]

#vinyl gabs #this is something I've thought about for like 3 years now #because I'm my mind I feel like. Hamilton isn't so much a character but like a catalyst #if yk what i mean

[vinyls-and-valentines]

Hm. There appears to be a ghost AU cooking in my brain right now. Unfortunate

#girlie making besties with ghost!ghoul and ghost!jet immediately getting jealous and trying to get her check out his room also because it's #soooo much cooler than ghoul's and the girl just. having to mediate ghost bickering she can't ever hear is so so sweet and funny to me <3 #ghost!kobra tries to scare volume but ends up just having a conversation about their favourite bands by using cd cases #vamos and vaya try to have a ouija conversation with ghost!poison and poison tries eir best to be like. ominous and shit but then they end #exchanging ghost gossip #also the twins are 10000% down with trying to find a way to help the 4 move on #still trying to picture how vinyl (chronic introvert) and val (defensive as shit around people he doesn't know alive or dead) fit into this #picture but yeah. have some silly ghost au thoughts i've been throwing at the metaphorical wall while enjoying my silly little movie #boo rambles #killjoys

[vinyl-lol]

Tiktokers when it's time to steal my art and not give credit

#INSTAGRAM DOES IT TOO BTW #I CANT KEEP TAKING THESE LS MAN #vinyl thoughts <3

[onepiexe]

arrived at plant place b4 they open lol

#logbook #its raining i thought it'd take longer. .thats ok tho #so im just making lists of what i'm bringing over to abc's to leave. . #ive got a desk i'll never fit at rents now. mugs and tea. potentially my stereo set and vinyls?? #also plants. .for sure it will be a plant and music vibe space. #need a nice chair for it #and maybe one of my rugs even tho its carpet lol #i may bring my plant shelf over. or i'll find one somewhere else #havent decided yet. .i have shelves at home so. #home with rents* #there sure are several ppl walking IN with plants b4 it opens lol #yeah idk. ive just been having a good weekend. #yesterday 🦜 and i went and visited 🌼 at work and got him a pot and syngonium for his sister #ikkkkk we started drama bc he and i walked arm in arm and leaned on each other and passed a drink back and forth #meanwhile 🌼 is going hey this is 🦜 my husband lmao. #someone was like??? ian youre working? and i was like nah i drove 🦜 here for a gift and it blew at least 3 ppls minds lol #we're all enjoying causing the drama pool to spiral lol

[hearts-hunger]

good morning girlies my ftf vinyl is on the way????

#IVE BEEN WAITING FOR IT TO BE BACK IN STOCK FOREVER #and it was cheaper than i thought it would be too #so!!!!! my greta vinyl collection is almost complete <3 #maddie.txt

[aarix]

I don't really use spotify--i predominantly use it for transcribing/finding licks to steal when I'm to lazy to turn on my computer (bc youtube mobile sucks even worse)--so imagine my shock when i was placed in the top 3% of led zeppelin listeners. it really hadn't sunk in WHAT a zoomer app spotify is until i saw that.

#I can't even stomach zep in my own time thanks to plant's annoying fucking voice #top 3%!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #the only way i can wrap my head around that is like if it's proportional to your total listens #i know Kids These Days don't care about boomer music but i THOUGHT we'd still have young rock nerds #i suppose theyre listening 2 their fucken vinyls tho.....

[tsmerch]

If you bought anything from last night- did shipping go down for you?

When I bought the blue midnights my shipping was $11, when I bought just the green midnights my shipping was $7

Yes, I did notice that too. And I don't think I had a choice on the first vinyl, whereas these ones had like 10 different shipping options. Maybe the main version is being sent out through one method only to get to us sooner, but the others aren't? Idk.

#also i thought $7 was suspiciously cheap for 3 vinyls #it's prob gonna be media mail lol #o well i do not mind #ask #anonymous