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toribookworm22 · 5 hours
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Tentative Post Schedule
Thank you all for a lovely catch-up day!
Here's this week's schedule:
Monday - batfam
Tuesday - queer
Wednesday - WBW
Thursday - bookblr
Friday - maybe trash day 🙃
Saturday - STS
Sunday - more art blogs
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toribookworm22 · 7 hours
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Listen. I've had The Tortured Poets Department on loop since it came out. I really really love it and only love it more with each repeat.
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So. Here's my First Listen Notes:
Fortnight
What a way to start an album: I was supposed to be sent away. But they forgot to come and get me.
Love the synth rise and the beat drop
Post Malone's voice sounds SO good!
The Tortured Poets Department
Like who uses typewriters anyway 😆
Who else decodes you
No-fucking-body
Oooh the drop... it's so sad and quiet 🥺
My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys
Oooh fun beat
I'm queen of sandcastles he destroys 😲
He saw forever so he smashed it up 😶
Daaaaaamn
Down Bad
Digging this soft music, okay
The chimes!!
THE CHORUS
So fuck you if I can't have us
The bridge instrumentation
OOOOH IT GOES OUT OF TUNE
So Long, London
The choral sound!!!
The ramp up!!!
How much sad did you think I had in me
Oh this is gutwrenching
I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place
But Daddy I Love Him
No I'm not but you should see your faces 😄
An adult Love Story
It's my own disgrace
I love this
Fresh Out The Slammer
Ooh twangy first beat
Tone shift hello
I did my time 🥺
FLORIDA!!!
THE DRUMS
Ooooh Florence's voice
Somehow it sounds like both of their songs????
Guilty as Sin?
How can I be guilty as sin?
What if the way you hold me actually was holy
Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?
Villain Song! Villain Song!
You don't get to tell me about sad
Sounds old country
If you wanted me dead you should've just said
So I leap from the gallows
WHOS AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME (you should be)
What the hell?!?!
Was it a wonder I broke
I was tame I was gentle
Well you should be
The lowering beats!!!
Then I'm fearsome and I'm wretched
I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)
Love the old country open
Almost ghostly
Your good lord doesn't need to lift a finger
I can handle me a dangerous man (no really I can)
Woah maybe I cant!!!
loml
Aww it's just piano
Who's gonna stop us from waltzing into rekindled flames if we know the steps anyway 🥺
I felt a glow like this never before and never since
Still alive and killing time at the cemetery
Holy ghost you told me I'm the love of your life 😭
She's so sad...
What we thought was for all time was momentary
Mr. Steal your girl then make her cry
Talking rings and talking cradles
Something counterfeit's dead
Oh my good god I want to analyze this my goodness
You're the loss of my life 😭 Taylor no!!
I Can Do It With A Broken Heart
It sounds like pool in the background
Very 80s arcade glitch pop
I'm a real tough kid I can handle my shit
He said. He'd love. Me all. His life.
I'm so depressed I act like it's my birthday 🤣
No, not depression pop!
I can hold my breath; I've been doing it since he left
Taylor I've never understood you more 🤦‍♀️
You know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart
You know you're good! I'm good
Cause I'm miserable
And nobody even knows!
The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived
The exhale no!
Who the fuck was that guy
They just ghosted you now you know what that's like 😲
I don't even want you back I just want to know
🫢
This is the most sadly disappointed jab of a song I've ever heard
WERE YOU SENT BY SOMEONE
IN 50 YEARS WILL THIS ALL BE DECLASSIFIED
AND ILL SAY GOOD RIDDANCE
I WOULDVE DIED FOR YOUR SINS
YOULL SLIDE INTO INBOXES AND BETWEEN BARS
You kicked out the stage lights but you're still performing
And I'll forget you but I'll never forgive
Hot damn.
Claiming this as mine yes please
The Alchemy
But I'm coming back so strong
Honestly who are we to fight the alchemy
But I'm making a comeback to where I belong
He jokes that it's heroin but this time with an e
Where's the trophy he just comes running to me
Clara Bow
Ooh windup
Yes guitar!!! Love this intro!!
This sounds so indie and small I love it
Soft and comforting
Take the glory give everything
The crown is stained but you're the real thing
Oooh some small town lore
Hello something reminiscent of The Lucky One
Character Song Acquired
It's. Hell. On. Earth. To. Be. Heavenly.
You've got edge she never did
What a way to end that song damn
The Black Dog
Sad piano no
You forgot to turn it off
Her voice sounds so fragile
Until it doesn't!
Old habits die SCREAMING!!!
YESSSSSSSS
okay miss back to soft but slowly growing
Her voice is so earnest
Yes the beats are so good!
Six weeks of breathing clean air
Beat change!!!!!!
Screeeeeeeeeaaaaaammmmiiiiing
And I hope you heeeeeeeeeeaaaaaar it
And I hope it's shitty in The Black Dog
Keep the beat going!!! Yes!!!
I adore this so so much
The last screaming is WHISPERED!!!???! what!??!
Top songs. I'm calling it.
imgonnagetyouback
I hear you 1989 energy
And I'll tell you one thing honey delivery stunning
Ooh okay!
Sparkly alright okay!
Instrumentation is so fun
I'm loving the ultimatums 😆
Even if it's handcuffed I'm LEAVING HERE WITH YOU
pick your poison babe I'm poison either way
Cut the music alright!
The Albatross
Ooooh this is so pretty already!
I love the softness contrasted with the short lines
She's the albatross she is here to destroy you
One less temptress one less dagger to sharpen
And they tried to warn you about me
And I tried to warn you about them!
I'm the life you chose and all these terrible dangers
So cross your thoughtless heart
Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus
Simple instrumentation
Oh but I love the title drop
If you wanna break my cold cold heart just say I loved you the way that you were
If you wanna tear my world apart just say you've always wondered
I changed into goddesses villains and fools
Will that make your memory fade from this scarlet maroon
Cause I wonder
Will I always wonder
How Did It End?
Oooh no I'm scared
The piano is scaring me already
No not oh-oh's
We hereby conduct this post-mordem
We must know... how did it end?
Oh-oh oh-ohhhhhhhh
Her backing vocals are so gorgeous
Lot the game of chance what are the chances
Walking in circles like she was lost
Didn't you hear they called it all off
One gasp then how did it end?
Ooh key change oh no
My beloved ghost and me sitting in a tree d-y-i-n-g
But I still don't know how did it end?
I didnt understand until I did hot damn
So High School
Ooooh the instrumentation sounds so 2000s!!!!
That just soft pop rock energy
Bittersweet 16 suddenly
I love the contrast between her soft airy vocals and her gritty lows
Are you gonna marry kiss or kill me
You know how to bottle I know Aristotle
I feel... like laughing
And in the blink of a crinkling eye
Such a sweet grinning song
Sounds like she's really recapturing something teenage
I Hate It Here
Quick quick (lyrics before music what??)
Tell me something awful like you are a poet
When I was a precocious child
Small town fears
Cause I hate it here
Everyone would look down cause it wasn't fun now seems like it was never even fun back then
Only the gentle survived
I'm made most of the year
This is really really pretty
A fun I was a quietly angry child song
This place made me feel worthless
She sounds timeless
This could actually be a kids movie song with this lullaby like instrumentation
thanK you aIMee
(Her first play on capitalization?)
And I forget the way you made me feel
Screaming fuck you Aimee
Ooh I like the build
Nice build!!! Oooh so fun!
But she used to say she wished you were dead 🫢
I built a legacy that you can't undo
That there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you
Miss Taylor did you write a whole new bully song for me??? A la Mean???
I don't think you've changed much do I changed your name
Only us two are gonna know is about you
Soft and powerful
Like every kid who came out of bullying with a kinder heart
I Look In People's Windows
Ooh fun instru- wait wait what? That glitch of a noise? Hello?
I'm afflicted by the not knowing
Backing vocals! Fun noise!
The music is sounding a little more strangled okay!
I'm addicted to the if only
Music leaves her isolated when she calls herself weird hmmm subtext there
The Prophecy
Country sings again with the indie guitar
I got cursed like eve got bitten
A lesser of a woman would've lost hope a greater woman would've begged
Ooh the begging is so pretty
Sounds a prayer for real
Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen
Gathered with a coven round
But even statues crumble if they're made to wait
Spending my last coins so someone will tell me it'll be okay
And said *please*
Cassandra
Oooh follow piano notes
Build some strings okay
When it's burn the bitch they're shrieking
When the truth comes out it's quiet
So they killed Cassandra first
So they killed my cell with snakes I regret to say do you believe me now
What happens if it becomes who you are
So they set my life in flames I'm scared to say do you believe me now
Bloods thick but nothing like a payroll
It's so sad but still powerful like Greek mythology I guess
Ooh but the gravel on "heard"
I think I hear static like fire in the background at the end
Peter
Oooh okay some powerful piano notes alright
Love this instrumentation
Is it something I did
I thought it was just goodbye for now
Said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me
Such a simple melody I love it
We said it was just goodbye for now
And I won't confess that I waited
Cause loves never lost when perspective is earned
Lost to the lost boys chapter of your life
But the woman who waits by the window has turned out the light
The Bolter
Oooooh
Okay I'm here for this alright
Storytelling like folklore!!!
Behind her back her best friends laughed
It's cheery but so devastating my goodness
All her fucking lives passed before her eyes
Oooh ramp up a little with some subtle beats
She's been many places
Yes ramp up
Chariots are waiting
There's a scape in escaping
But she's got the best story
Robin
(In here for all the names okay)
No sad piano!!!
Long note no!!!
You are bloodthirsty (ethereal version)
This is so pretty
The softest battle cry
It's nostalgic power?
We all vowed to keep it from you in sweetness
Is this like you did a good job being sweet now be angry?
You have no room in your dreams for regret
You'll learn to bounce back like you trampoline
This is such a be whatever kind of kid you wanna be
The Manuscript
One note and I'm crying
Love the isolated notes Oh my gosh
Love this end already
Now and then she rereads the manuscript
In the age of him she wished she was 30
Afterwards she only ate kids cereal
She wasn't sure
Okay some growing notes yes! Grow power
The professor said to write what you know
Looking backwards may be the only way to move forward
And at last she knew what the agony had been for
The only that's left is the manuscript
But the story isn't mine anymore
That is a... okay, wait... that's a really really good way to end this album... I need time to digest that actually... hold on...
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toribookworm22 · 8 hours
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How about a journal entry that's kinda poetry?
Backstory: There was this guy I was friends with from 6th to 9th grade. He was... ridiculous. And I was going through a lot, so things were always weird between us. Or maybe they weren't. Or maybe we weren't friends and I just read into things.
Anyway...
One day, I'll write a story about you. Because through all the other shit, I do think that we were friends. At least in some kind of way. I sought out guys like you. Funny guys, goofy guys, guys I wasn't afraid to push around and banter with. I found some, too, but you were always one of the ones I found myself thinking back to. Because while I think you weren't always the nicest to me, I don't think that necessarily came from a bad place. Does that make sense? You made fun of me but you meant well? I wish I could talk to you now. Sit down and just talk. I liked when we just talked. Art room and shop and moments in the hallway and even eventually at the lunch table. I probably remember most of them. That's weird, isn't it. I'd ask you if you liked me. At the beginning. Later when your friend made bad jokes. At the end. I'd ask if we were friends. If I lit up your day like you lit up mine. I'd ask if you were making fun of me all the times I couldn't quite figure out if you were or not. I'd ask if it was your friends' idea or yours. If you would've stood up for me if I'd have shown I was upset. I'd ask if you were really the sweet guy I saw glimpses of. Leading his sister through the parking lot by the hand. Helping me in shop when I struggled (I don't remember how exactly anymore). Going red in the face when your friend said something and glancing at me to gauge my reaction. Looking a little shocked when I handed you a letter. My friends used to make fun of you. I should've stood up for you more. I'm sorry. I hope that, just maybe, wherever you've ended up, you can feel that. No matter what, you were my friend. Thank you.
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toribookworm22 · 8 hours
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Okay, so I will be studying abroad this summer in France. (Yay!) However, that means to keep up my good reading streak, I will need lots of books to read on Kindle. So tell me.
What stories of yours are available on Kindle??? ♥️
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toribookworm22 · 9 hours
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So I wrote a few notes as I was watching the long episode of Bluey: The Sign. Thought I'd share them, but there's spoilers, so warning. :)
I'm so scared...
But what's wrong with this city? Nothing.
I don't want another life.
My dad is moving us to another city and now I'll never see any of you again.
Of course I don't want to leave, Bluey.
Am I making a mistake? Probably. But let's make it together.
The first real song 😭
THEY DIDNT MOVE. THEY GOT TO STAY.
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toribookworm22 · 9 hours
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Wrote a Prologue for class that would lead into a musical I'm working on based on The Wizard of Oz:
Imagine a path before you Winding and bricked in red Bricked in red? Or stained? Imagine a crack in the Brick at your feet A chasm stretching As far as you can see A waterfall of fallen Spilling over the side Imagine you are on The other side Imagine you created This chasm of woes Imagine, dear walker, You bricked this road In bloody red bricks And you tripped Every brave traveller And the ghastly flames Rising from the abyss Those belong to you too Imagine a path before you Imagine, dear walker, You haven't walked yet Click your heels three times Dear walker, do it now For home is safety Back the way you've come And the yellow brick Ends under your feet now If you walk, dear walker, Walk swiftly Lest you be bricked too
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toribookworm22 · 10 hours
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As my brother has been getting older-- being a teenager and all-- I've always secretly (or maybe not so secretly) wanted to know his friends. To be the kind of sister he wanted his friends to like and know. The kind of sister he'd want to hang out alongside the people he chose.
I haven't been that sister in years.
But then over Christmas break, I got to meet some new friends of his and I just... I don't know. I felt like that again. I'd almost forgotten how it felt.
Then I was home for a week recently and I ran into one of them and she was just as excited to see me as I was her. She was on a fieldtrip to the museum I pick up hours at. She asked if we could take a picture to send to the other friend and then she hugged me super tight and told me she couldn't wait to see me again.
I've never made good friends easy.
I've made quick friends. I've made friends of circumstance. I'm friend-ly to almost everyone.
But to have so easily made one of my brother's friends mine, too? That's simply wonderful.
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toribookworm22 · 16 hours
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Watched The Heffalump Movie with my friends a couple weeks ago and remembered why exactly I love these movies so much. Like:
Tigger: "You just can't argue with a word like fraught."
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toribookworm22 · 16 hours
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I have a pretty bad sensory issue with being sweaty and because I'm going to the gym now, I'm trying to work through some of it. 1. Because it's not great to shower when you just worked out. And 2. Because I can't shower every time I get sweaty.
So, what I've discovered is, as soon as I think that maybe I don't need to take a shower, I'm good to take a shower.
Am I tricking my brain and body? Hell yeah.
Does it work? So far so good.
Edit: Keeps on working.
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toribookworm22 · 16 hours
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The 100 is weird. Because it isn't the best show, undeniably it's not. But also, there were no other shows really doing what it was doing at the time without being so obtuse about it (think GOT).
The 100 said, "we aren't afraid to be violent" and we all went "pfft! Yeah okay. We'll believe it when we see it." And then we did see it. In the pilot episode. In episode 3. At the end of season 1. And we went "damn alright. But you won't let your characters make a choice that devoid of morals." And The 100 said, "watch me." And we did.
So we stopped questioning the violence.
And then the tension grew between two characters-- two women-- and we all scoffed. "You've already made her straight. You won't go there." But The 100 took that as a challenge and made their lead an unshaken bisexual woman and good for her.
I still haven't watched the last season of the show. The sci-fi continues to get weirder and I lose track of worlds and technologies, but through it all, I have been enamored with their intense and diverse and ever-growing characters. And their giant middle finger to our-- and more importantly the big media's-- expectations. The show is written like an NA Sci-Fi novel and I will always defend it.
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toribookworm22 · 17 hours
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This is really something I need to post on my Tiktok, but:
Looking for small bands and artists to add onto my increasingly chaotic Supporting My Indie Bands playlist!
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toribookworm22 · 17 hours
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Guys, I got out of the shower and decided I had a burning need go dress masc today.
(By today, I mean three months ago.)
Anyways... Outfit reveal?
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toribookworm22 · 18 hours
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Sending you hugs, love, and positive energy that the anxiety will fuck off in another direction. May it leave your being and a calm come upon you. <3 <3 <3
Hey, CJ!
This got buried in my inbox, but I just wanted you to know that this meant the world to me when you sent it and makes me smile every time I see it.
Thank you for everything, darling. ♥️
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toribookworm22 · 18 hours
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Catch Up With Tori 💚
I'm using today to post some personal stuff I've been collecting the past couple months or so. Some journal entries, some asks, some thoughts on things I've watched or listened to, some writing. We'll see, I guess, right? 😁
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Happy STS! What book are your characters getting emotionally attached to?
I’m going to answer for Ghost Punch!
Duncan is a librarian, and therefore does a lot of reading.
But his favorite guilty pleasure read is cozy mysteries.
He will devour them in an evening and have a very nice time. He kinda feels like a middle aged mom when he reads them, thus the guilty pleasure, but he enjoys them, and lately has been getting really into cozy fantasy
Thanks for the ask!
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toribookworm22 · 1 day
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Has a raw line of dialogue ever come to you whilst you were out and about or doing something completely different from your wip?
Athena
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toribookworm22 · 1 day
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Whumpee that goes from quietly disappearing whenever Caretaker walked into a room to silently trailing Caretaker around the house.
They used to be so scared of Caretaker but now? The sense of peace and safety they’ve started to associate Caretaker with had become intoxicating, but they still weren’t brave enough to ask for their company. So, they just followed, like a cat, from room to room, finding some excuse as to why they were doing so.
Caretaker knows. They’re secretly brought to tears the first time they put it together, and started slowly changing their routine to make things easier. They sit and work at the kitchen table now, instead of their room, so whumpee has an easy excuse to sit at the table with them. They put in a movie every time they’re in the living room, so Whumpee can pretend that it’s just the TV they’re fixated on. They leave all the doors that they can open, so there’s never the fear of being locked out.
They’re both just dancing around the other, one literally and the other figuratively.
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