create a playlist that encompasses your muse using only the letters of your url (multi-muses, specify which muse(s) each song makes you think of). post your playlist in a new post!
tagged by: @raichoose (thank u!!!)
tagging: anyone who wants to try!
CASSIE —
i couldn’t pick between some songs, so i just included more than one for a couple letters!
pa pa power (dead man’s bones)
i wanna be your girlfriend (girl in red)
nights with you (mø)
no trace (ms mr)
epiphany fields (scntfc)
virginia woolf underwater (chelsea woolf)
andy, you’re a star (the killers)
angel of small death and the codeine scene (hozier)
lost it to trying (son lux; paper towns mix)
last words of a shooting star (mitski)
the expanse (juniper vale)
your song (ellie goulding)
[SPECIFIC LYRICS UNDER THE CUT!]
pa pa power (dead man’s bones)
Burn the street, burn the cars
Pa pa power, pa pa power
(Please make me better)
Broken glass, broken hearts
Pa pa power, pa pa power
(Please make me better)
i wanna be your girlfriend (girl in red)
Oh, Hannah, tell me something nice
Like flowers and blue skies
Oh, Hannah, I will follow you home
Although my lips are blue and I'm cold
nights with you (mø)
I assure you I will dye my hair in crazy colors
Just to make you smile
no trace (ms mr)
My world split in two
I had to prove
I didn't think
I didn't know
I could do it without you
Do it without you
…
Vision beyond the frame
Lost in the rules we made to our own game
I'd drop myself through black holes
To wind up at this door
I wouldn't have asked
If I didn't believe it wasn't worth fighting for
epiphany fields (scntfc)
[no lyrics!]
virginia woolf underwater (chelsea woolf)
Everything you've owned is gone
Everything you've known is wrong
Everyone you've loved has left
…
Never quite knowing where to stay
And rest for a while
andy, you’re a star (the killers)
On the field I remember you were incredible
Hey, shut up, hey, shut up, yeah
…
Leave your number on the locker and I'll give you a call
Hey, shut up, hey, shut up, yeah
Leave your legacy in gold on the plaques that line the hall
Hey, shut up, hey, shut up, yeah
…
'Cause Andy, you're a star
In nobody's eyes but mine
angel of small death and the codeine scene (hozier)
[ major woman in the pickup truck vibes! ]
With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
…
In leash-less confusion, I'll wander the concrete
Wonder if better now having survived
lost it to trying (son lux; paper towns mix)
What will we do now?
We lost it to trying
We lost it to trying
…
Give in and get out
We rise in the dying
We rise in the dying
last words of a shooting star (mitski)
All of this turbulence wasn't forecasted
Apologies from the intercom
And I am relieved that I'd left my room tidy
They'll think of me kindly when they come for my things
…
So I am relieved that the turbulence wasn't forecasted
I couldn't have changed anyways
I am relieved that I'd left my room tidy
Goodbye
the expanse (juniper vale)
Don’t don’t breathe heavy
Don’t believe the blur
The ending’s beginning to give into the turn
Don’t don’t breathe heavy
Leave behind your hurt
Get hit with the magic that overcomes this world
your song (ellie goulding)
[ because sometimes i feel like crying ]
It's a little bit funny
This feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
…
So excuse me forgetting
But these things I do
See I've forgotten if
They're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is
What I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
…
And you can tell everybody
This is your song
It may be quite simple but
Now that it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world
…
I know it's not much but
It's the best I can do
My gift is my song and
This one's for you
It was the fourth time this week. Abigail stood in aisle three (‘Snack Foods’), staring at the shredded remains of a dozen snack-size potato chip bags. Their contents lay scattered across the floor.
It was nearly midnight. Aside from Abigail, the gas station store was empty. It appeared empty, at least. Abigail knew better than to trust appearances.
As the store’s only employee, she was the one who cleaned up the messes they caused. Whenever they knocked things off the shelves or smudged up the windows or outright shattered things on a whim, resolving the resulting chaos fell upon her.
She’d gone into the back room for fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes. Just to heat up some ramen in the employee microwave and enjoy a late, late dinner. The security cameras hadn’t shown anyone entering. She hadn’t heard any commotion in the aisles.
Shredded potato chip bags. Cleanup in aisle three. For the fourth time this week.
I didn’t sign up for this, Abigail thought grimly. Then, aloud, “I didn’t sign up for this!”
Her words echoed through the store. She held her breath and waited. The fan hummed overhead. The unseen spirits made no response. Fortunately.
Abigail let out a relieved sigh. It felt good to speak her mind. Of course, speaking her mind always risked offending them. But honestly? She deserved a moment to express her frustration. Surely the ghosts would understand; especially if they felt bad for making a mess. She hoped they did.
She clapped her hands together and smiled. “Alright! No more moping!” With renewed vigor, she grabbed a broom and dustpan from behind the front counter.
As she swept the crushed chips into a sad pile, she continued speaking. “Do you just? I don’t know.” She gestured to the empty space on the shelves. “Not like potato chips or something? Are they just not your thing?” The pile went into the dustpan. She emptied it into the nearly-full trash can at the front of the store, then returned to the aisle to clean the rest. “Cause I get it, potato chips aren’t for everyone. But like? You don’t have to knock them off the shelves all the time. Some people like them, and some people don’t. It’s okay if you don’t like them. But you gotta respect the people who do like them, you know?
“I mean, potato chips aren’t my favorite either. I’m a Bugles girl, myself.” She glanced at the shelves. They hadn’t touched the bags of Bugles. “Do you like Bugles, too?” No response. Well, Abigail thought, silence doesn’t mean disagreement. Maybe they had something in common. The idea made her smile.
There. Aside from a few tiny crumbs, the aisle was clean again. She emptied the second dustpan into the trash, then grabbed another box of potato chip bags from the storage room. Good thing they’d just received a fresh delivery of them, otherwise they would’ve run out. Once she’d restocked the shelves, she headed back to the front of the store. She just needed to empty the trash into the dumpster outside. After that, she could go home for the night.
She froze in front of the trash can. The full garbage bag sat beside the bin, neatly tied at the top. A fresh bag had already been placed into the bin.
A shiver went down her spine. Abigail swallowed hard and took a deep breath to steady herself. She looked around the store again. “Guess you do feel a little bad, huh?” The lights flickered, and Abigail took it as agreement. She couldn’t help smiling a bit. “Alrighty. I’ll accept this as an apology.” She felt bad about snapping at them earlier. “Thanks for the help.”
Before she locked up the store and headed home for the night, she placed a few bags of Bugles on the floor in front of the potato chip shelf. Maybe the ghosts would accept it as a peace offering.
Artists: dappermouth, mio im, mellific, lily seika jones, julia soboleva, james fenner
Photographers: christopher mckenny, patrick mccormack, dave jordano, patrick joust
Books: the spiderwick chronicles
Shows: gravity falls, over the garden wall
Podcasts: welcome to nightvale, limetown, the magnus archives, alice isn’t dead, the nosleep podcast, archive 81: left of the dial
Games: oxenfree, P.T., the convenience store
Other: liminal spaces, the uncanny valley, pareidolia, cryptids (especially “not-deer”), antique stores, roadside diners (one of my most vivid and surreal childhood memories is sitting in the backseat of my parents’ car at night, parked at a Burgerking surrounded by a dark forest, watching the lights of the diner flicker overhead and wondering if time was still passing), road trips, eerie hitchhiking stories, gas stations late at night, walking through the forest, sitting on rooftops watching the stars, shortwave radio stations (such as MDZhB)
The squirrel tried to wriggle free. Twitch let it scrabble out from his paw and scamper a few feet away; then he leapt after it and clamped the creature’s neck in his jaws once more. Gently, though. Gently. They weren’t done talking.
“Do not run,” Twitch scolded the squirrel, pinning it beneath his splintery paw again. “It is very rude, especially if you are a captive audience.” He laughed at his own joke. The squirrel quivered in silent terror. Clearly, thought Twitch with disappointment, it didn’t get the joke. Humans were better at this.
“Now listen,” Twitch continued, addressing the squirrel. “We are friends, and I need some advice.”
The squirrel didn’t seem to find this motivation encouraging. Twitch didn’t seem to care.
“I have lost something,” he said sadly. “Something special. You know what it was?” No response from his friend. Twitch went on, undeterred and even more dramatic than before. This was his show, after all. The squirrel was just a side character. “A can.” His dog-shaped, branch-twined body slumped to the soil in despair. “A lovely, sparkling metal can.”
The squirrel sensed a chance. It scratched at the soil and pebbles and managed to pry its way free again. This time it didn’t get far at all. Twitch’s glass-sharp teeth sank into its hide and dragged its small body backward until it was safely under his paw again.
As though the squirrel hadn’t tried to escape, Twitch kept speaking. “A human took it from me. My shiniest, favoritest can.” Twitch sniffed. “Do you know what it did? It saw my can and threw it into a plastic bag and walked away before I could catch it. The can was mine. And the human stole it.”
Twitch rested his head on the ground, level with the squirrel. The squirrel’s fearful black eyes stared into Twitch’s glittering obsidian ones. “You know,” Twitch told it thoughtfully. “You know what I would like to do? I would like to take my can back, and I would like to bite that human very hard with my very, very sharp teeth. That sounds like a very good idea.”
A wheezing hum left the timberhound. “I think that human is still in the forest. I think I can find the human in its tent and bite it. I think that is a very excellent plan, my friend, because I know what the humans say: An eye for an eye, a can for a very sharp bite! That is what they say, so that is what I will do.”
