I need you to take a moment of silence and think about this: just how special it must’ve been to both Jimin and Jungkook for them to wait a decade until FESTA-a very meaningful event to both BTS and Armys-to drop the cover.
i’m listening to taylor’s entire discography in order and i’m in so much emotional turmoil that i am literally - right now as i type this - crying actual real life tears over, of all songs, A PERFECTLY GOOD HEART
my favourite mcelroy podcast is ‘the mcelroy brothers will be in trolls 2′ because griffin says shit like ‘i don’t know how to make sure the audience knows i’m sad without seeing my face’ as if he didn’t make us all cry over two dudes making tacos
When she came to be the first
thing that she noticed was the horrible throb at the back of her head. The
second was the fact that it was not her eyes fault for being unable to see
around her, but some kind of clothing that was thrown over her head.
She felt panic rise at the pit of
her stomach, then, her eyes watering at the implications of her tied wrists and
blindfolded eyes. However, what was even more terrifying was the throb that now
spread all over her skull, pounding at her temples as if with a hammer, trying
to crack her bones.
Summary: Patton is the only other side Virgil can tolerate most of the time. Sometimes the sunshine can be a bit much, but the sheer warmth and happiness and genuine affection Patton shows Virgil is enough to thaw his cold moods.
He sometimes wonders how Patton can be so happy all the time.
Word Count: 1719
A/N: this is more implied shipping than anything else but it’s cute and sad
Here’s something exciting, we’ll soon get a new location and a new game to explore. And of course, a new soundtrack.
Interestingly, this song doesn’t seem to have made much of a dent in the music charts. It appears only as “Up and Coming” among the Decca Records catalog in the February 14, 1948 issue of Billboard.
The composer himself, Russ Morgan, also recorded his composition with Bob Eberly in 1946 with “Matinee” as the B-side. The record was released in 1948 with the Billboard review “Shallow schmaltzy orking [orchestra] may please some Morgan fans.“ and an overall rating of 63 (aka Satisfactory) on March 6, 1948.
The Ink Spots largely have the song to themselves.
Other songs do share the same title, but do not have the same lyrics. The Four Aces recorded an identically titled Brooks Arthur and Alan Lorber composition as the B-side to “Lonely Hill” in 1962. Hank Williams Jr. (not to be confused with his famous father) wrote and recorded another identically titled song for the MGM film A Time to Sing in 1968.
Left to right: Billy “Butterball” Bowen, Harold Francis (seated at piano), Bill Kenny, Herb Kenny, and Charlie Fuqua (with guitar)
The song itself is tinged with a bit of sadness, much like the lyrics. The group’s lineup had changed drastically through the years, but none so much as after Orville “Hoppy” Jones’ death.
Hoppy Jones was the “talking bass” who often repeated the lyrics in a lower voice on many of the songs. The lead tenor, either Bill Kenny or Ivory “Deek” Watson would continue the song until the end to complete the famous “Top & Bottom” format that defined many of their songs.
Jones had suffered from cerebral hemorrhages since June 1944 and collapsed onstage in October. His bass position would be replaced by Cliff Givens and permanently by Bill Kenny’s twin brother, Herb Kenny.
However, in-fighting in the group led to Kenny buying out Deek Watson’s share and kicking him out in 1944. Billy “Butterball” Bowen would become his replacement. Watson would form his own group as The Brown Dots. Only Fuqua remained from the original 1934 group. He too would leave in 1952.
Perhaps as an indication of the decline of traditional pop in favor for rock ‘n roll, the Ink Spots had their last No. 1 hits in 1946, eventually dipping down to Top 25. They would lose ground to doo-wop, a genre they inspired, and rockabilly.
This lineup would last until 1951 and be the last Ink Spots quartet to perform for Decca Records.
Time to listen to all the songs on repeat, cry over the songs that always gets to me(Kagerou Daze, Summertime Record and Toumei Answer), watch the mv’s of the songs on repeat, and mourn over the fact that your parents won’t let you waste any money on the Kagerou Daze manga cause you already have too much manga according to them.
And also look for awesome fanart
And browse the tag
And cry cause your slow ass hasn’t finished the shitty fanart you are currently drawing.
Imagine, falling in love with someone who isn’t your bias. Getting married, having kids, raising a family, loving them.
Then, one day, with wrinkled skin and slow steps, you enter your attic, wanting to go going through some old boxes. Wanting to remember your youth and all the things you did.
Until, you come upon one box and opened it. Sitting there, a little weathered but still clear, sat a picture of your bias with his group. Nothing special, just them standing in suits with a smile on their face. Showing the world their happy grins.
Your heart starts beating faster, remembering them. Thinking about them now with a sincere heart and small smile.
You remember going through scandals and struggles with them, always supporting them even when they got hate. You remember all the good times, seeing them cry at awards ceremony and on their birthdays.
You remember how much you used to talk about them, how much you and your friends would talk about them. The sleepless nights watching videos with them in it. Constantly listening to their music. Obsessing over them.
These warm thoughts made tears form. With a frail hand and shaky laughter, you wipe off the first tear, happy to see this picture. Happy to see them.
More memories flooded you. The thoughts fully about them.
When they announced they were dating someone, how you were a little crushed but happy for them. When they announced marriage, when they announced they were having a kid. All the news making you eventually happy and proud of them. Happy they had found the one for them, even though it wasn’t you.
More announcements filled your head, and made you more emotional.
The news of the group’s disbandment, the news of one of the members getting in a car accident. The news of a miscarriage. All these things made you feel bad even though they didn’t even included you. But, still, you cared. You’d cared deeply.
The news of their death, the news of their funerals.
Tears began flowing fluently down your wrinkled cheeks as you let yourself cry. Not ashamed at all.
All those memories, the excitement over the next comeback and the newest songs, the upcoming concerts. The warmness of their smile, the warmness of seeing them get older and branch out. How you completely loved them and wanted the best for them.
You didn’t regret loving them even through the pain. You’d didn’t regret it at all.
You witnessed them, cried for them, yelled for them. You cared deeply about them, even after they died. But, you didn’t regret it at all.
You loved them. Even after their deaths.
And you didn’t regret it at all.