#blind pilot

[foone]

[notfye]

Pick a lyric from my spotify wrapped top ten!!

Cup your mouth to compress the sound

I want you, thin fingers

I will not hold you, I will not feel your sway

We beloved of the springtime, our reliance to the light

But I’m bailing water and bailing water, ‘cause I like the shape of the boat

Something tells me you and I will never meet again

Oh, it wasn’t meant the way you took it

I thought that I heard you sing

But if you wait around a while I’ll make you fall for me, I promise you

I’ve written pages upon pages, trying to rid you from my bones

Voting ended onDec 10, 2025

[ixiedust-writes]

For the WIP ask game, the people want to more about Umpqua Rushing!!

I posted a slightly longer excerpt from this one the other day, but I'm so excited about this fic and the chance to try co-writing something with my dear friend VioletWhispersWolfstar!

To summarize super briefly, Sirius works with his brother, his ex-boyfriend, and his ex-boyfriend's new boyfriend at a record label in Miami. Events transpire, and he takes the first plane out of Miami to get away from it all for a weekend... Enter Remus (national park ranger, among other things).

This working title comes from a local band in Oregon, which is where the fic takes place. Blind Pilot has been the soundtrack to my life for more than a decade now.

Anyway, here's another tiny little excerpt from Ch. 1:

Sirius is pretty sure no one else in Miami is aware that turn signals exist. He’s just slammed the breaks for the third time in a row after being cut off by yet another white sports car, only to be met with a fresh wave of giggles from the drunk passengers behind him. At least it’s not too much farther to the airport now.  He flicks on his right turn signal with deliberate force, as if the asshole who just cut him off can see him, and starts making his way to the other side of the highway. Something feels off, and he’s not sure what at first, but then he realizes that he can hear the clicking of the turn signal a little too clearly. The backseat is now suspiciously quiet. Once he’s made it into the exit lane, he checks the rearview mirror only to find the newlyweds tangled up in each other's arms, kissing like they haven’t been doing it all evening, Regulus practically sitting in James’ lap.  Sirius clears his throat, and when they don’t seem to hear him, he says, “Hey!” It came out a little sharper than he intended, but on the other hand, it has been a very, very long day. “Save something for the honeymoon. And wear your fucking seatbelt, Reg.” “Aw, come on,” whines James, “Let us live a little.” When Sirius scoffs, he’s only met with an, “And technically,” from Regulus, who is making a dramatic show of buckling his seatbelt. “The wedding’s over, so this is our honeymoon.” For the next few seconds, Sirius only hears the click-click-click of his signal as he turns into the airport parking garage. Well, that and the voices still echoing around his head. ‘He doesn’t think you’re fun and spontaneous anymore?’  ‘Live a little.’ The drunken giggles and messy kisses gradually resume the longer the break in the conversation stretches on, until Sirius finally finds an open spot at the far end of the giant garage. The two of them can barely walk in a straight line, and James keeps dropping his second bag because he’s attempting to carry it and hold Regulus’ hand at the same time. And this is exactly why Sirius didn’t send them here in an Uber. Thank god these two happy idiots have him here to ensure they actually make it inside the airport in one piece. 

[cacodaemonia]

I've been listening to Blind Pilot's new album a lot for the past few months and just revisited an old favorite from their second album:

So good 😙👌

[hightideblues11]

Just come on honey, yeah I know you're tough And you might be right - not right enough If you're just burning all that holds you back That fire's warm but it sure burns fast

[iamtryingtobelieve]

You came along to change the grade to raise the bar I'd made of late

You came along to raise the stakes to tend to me and my mistakes

I can't pretend that I could be the man you said you saw in me

But hang around and I'll try and land this thing

[gimmefrisson]

[jortoise]

I am once again thinking about Ronan Lynch and this song. It makes my brain go “!!!”