Timshel: Arrow 5x18 Review (Disbanded)

I love Mumford and Sons. They are one of my favorite bands. If you ever get the chance to see them live, please do. They are one of the rare talents who actually sound better in person. One of my favorite songs is “Timshel.” (Their live performance is stunning.) I always think of Oliver Queen and John Diggle whenever I hear this song.

Timshel by Mumford and Sons

Cold is the water
It freezes your already cold mind
Already cold, cold mind
And death is at your doorstep
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we’ll hold your hand
Hold your hand

And you are the mother
The mother of your baby child
The one to whom you gave life
And you have your choices
And these are what make man great
His ladder to the stars

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we’ll hold your hand
Hold your hand

But I will tell the night
And whisper, “Lose your sight”
But I can’t move the mountains for you

The word “timshel” was in the back of my mind as I watched “Disbanded.” John Steinbeck built his entire novel “East of Eden” around it. “Timshel” is referenced in the story of Cain and Abel.  It’s a Hebrew word that means “Thou mayest.” It has a variety of definitions, even in Hebrew, but Steinbeck settled on “Thou mayest” because of the meaning behind it. The character Lee, a Chinese servant, explains in “East of Eden”:

“But the Hebrew word, the word timshel—'Thou mayest'—that gives a choice. It might be the most important word in the world. That says the way is open. That throws it right back on a man. For if "Thou mayest'—it is also true that ‘Thou mayest not.’” (24.2.73)

Ultimately, it is free will Steinbeck is exploring. “Thou mayest” means mankind is neither compelled to be good nor doomed to evil. We have a choice. Mumford and Sons is exploring the same theme in their song- all we have are our choices. And that is how John Diggle reaches Oliver Queen tonight.

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with all the gross shit going down w/ pwr bttm, ive seen a lot of people sharing their favorite LGBT bands so heres some of my fav punk/alternative gay and trans artists!!

Museum Mouth - super fun pop punk and the lead singer is a gay man! with a lesbian guitarist!

Thin Lips - punk band with a butch lesbian lead. theyre really talented and i loooove them

Brendan Maclean - fun and unapologetically gay pop music, brendan is super cute and funny i love him!!

Adult Mom - accoustic DIY pop fronted by a genderqueer person with a lovely voice

The World Is A Beautiful Place… - really unique emo/indie rock, their lead guitarist is a lesbian trans girl!

Mannequin Pussy - female fronted post-hardcore/punk, romantic is a fucking great album ✌🏻️✌🏻️

PVRIS - lesbian fronted electropop with punk vibes, one of my favorite bands ever (plus they have a very cool gothy aesthetic)


This is my favorite song ever covered by one of my favorite bands ever I could listen to this for YEARS and not get sick of it. Haunting and beautiful. Puts me in a trance of reminiscence. 

Elephant Revival covers “Like the Dawn” originally by The Oh Hellos.


Originally posted by katieannwicked

words: 1k

pairing: eventual Peter Parker x Reader


request:Peter Parker x Reader where she’s Tony’s cousin and she’s with X men?? (Her powers are Telekinesis and pyrokinesis and she’s kinda more serious??)

A/N: Hi everyone :) So this is a prologue/prequel/not really type of thing for a new fic! This part is really just to give the reader a bit of a background-ish/buildup. The part where the reader meets Peter will be the next part! If you guys have any questions, comments or criticism about it, you can leave them in my Ask Box.. Hope you guys like it :)

Moving from a place that was secluded from the rest of society and surrounded by people like you to one of the most populated cities in the world with only knowing a couple of people really sucks.

Or at least that’s how I felt when Professor Xavier told me that he had come in contact with one of my living family members. I was left in the school of ‘gifted youngsters’ by my parents, and never heard from them since. The professor had since then raised me with the help of the other adults at the school. It was my home and now I had to leave everything I had known to live with strangers.

“It won’t be so bad you know,” I heard the voice of the Professor say softly as he rolled into what used to be my room.

“How do you know? I don’t even know them, professor, and then I’ll have to go to a new school with completely new students. I have to keep my powers a secret because if they found out,they’d all shun me,” I sighed as I turned to look at my hands.

“I can feel it, you’ll find people who will like you just the way you are. Just like everyone here,” he placed a hand on my shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Right,” I mumbled as I mentally prepared myself for the move.

“Who are you?” I asked as I blankly stared at the man with the overly expensive car waited at the front of the school.

“Really? You don’t know who I am? Do you not watch TV?” He took off the sunglasses he was wearing and looked at me in disbelief.

“TV is boring, I’d rather much just watch movies or read books,” I shrugged.

“I’m Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, philanthropist, and your cousin,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“Nice, I’m _______, pyrokinetic, teen, nerd,” I replied as I adjusted the strap of my backpack. I only had a few belongings that were all crammed into a large suitcase and my few valuables in my backpack.

“I can tell that we’ll get along just fine,” he then turned to look at the Professor, “I appreciate you for letting me to be able to take care of her.”

“I can see that she’ll be in good hands, though please do bring her to visit, she’s like family to all of us,” the professor nodded and shook hands with Tony.

“I will,” Tony agreed before he look at me, “ready to go?”

I turned and gave the professor one last hug and whispered into his ear, “thank you so much professor.”

“I’ll always keep in contact with you, dear, don’t worry,” he embraced me back and patted my shoulder.

I sighed and let go before turning to Tony, “ready as I’ll ever be.”

He popped the trunk of the car and I placed the suitcase inside, I would have used my telekinesis, but I wanted to keep that power to myself.

“Goodbye, Professor, I’ll see you soon,” I frowned slightly as I waved at him and got inside the car.

“See you soon, ______, don’t give him any problems,” Professor Xavier smiled as he waved back slightly.

Tony spoke with the Professor a few more moments before going around and climbing into the driver’s side of the car and began to pull away from the entrance of the school before driving away.

“So you’re pyrokinetic? Fire powers, right?” Tony asked as he sped through the streets, glancing at me before watching the road.

“Yeah, I’ve been mastering it for years,” I nodded as I made a small flame appear at the tip of my finger.

“That’s pretty neat, just be careful to not burn anything,” he acknowledged and we fell to an awkward silence.

To fill it, Tony pressed a few buttons before classic rock began to break it. The familiar voice of Angus Young and his guitar bumped through the speakers as Shoot to Thrill began to play. My fingers began to tap against my thigh as I bobbed my head to the beat.

“You like classic rock, too,kid?” Tony asked as the very corners of his lips turned up to a smile.

“Of course, AC/DC is one of my favorite bands ever,” then we both fell into a conversation filled with more classic rock bands and which ones were the best.

Before I knew it, the car had began to slow down as we had arrived at what I assumed was where we would be living. A large building with some sort of large bend let the car stop right at the entrance of the building.

“Holy crap,” I said as I stepped out of the car and looked around.

“It’s nice isn’t it,” He said as he got out.

“Yeah,” I nodded slowly.

“Well let’s get you situated and then I can have Vision show you around,” he said as we walked inside and into an elevator.

“Vision? Who’s that?”

“My android type grandson? It’s a complicated situation,” He briefly explained.

The elevator doors opened to a large lavish living room and someone, well I think it was someone, was reading a book as they sat on the couch. It must have been who Tony was talking about, he was green and red but wore civilian clothing.

“Tony you’ve arrived,”an english accent flowed out as they set their book down. They stood up and walked over to to us and held out a hand towards me, “______ I presume? I am Vision, it’s nice to meet you.”

I shook his hand gently, feeling the smooth texture of his hand wrap around my own, it felt almost skin like, but it lacked the warmth humans usually had.  “It’s nice to meet you, too.”

Tony’s cell phone began to rang, he had ignored it at first, but gave up and answered it. Before he left, he looked to Vision, “Can you show her around Vis? It’s a call I can’t miss.” And whispered, “It’s Senator Ross.”

“Of course,” he nodded and Tony walked off. Vision turned to me, “do you need assistance with your suitcase?”

“It’s alright, thank you. It’s pretty light.” I shook my head and we began walking down the hall, presumably to where I would be staying.

It was going to take a while to get used to.

Punch-Drunk Souls

Hi, there! Ugh, it’s been way too long since I’ve posted any writing. On the bright side, though, school just ended for me so I’ll be able to write/post much more frequently. Anyway, I’ve had some major Ashton feels lately so here’s this thing I wrote up while listening to The Maine.

Title: Punch-Drunk Souls (More-or-less based off of The Maine’s song, Taxi. Give it a listen when you get the chance; they’re one of my favorite bands ever.)

Summary: You told me we were only two punch-drunk souls all tangled in the wind…

Words: 600+

Warnings: None

Drunken giggles filled the air as two silhouetted figures leaned against one another on the city sidewalk, the backdrop illuminated by streetlights and neon signs. One figure stumbled away, closer to the edge of the sidewalk. “Taxi!” the figure shouted. He reached out and wrapped one hand around the post of a streetlight, planting one foot and spinning around the thing in an attempt to get even closer to the street. “Taxi!” he repeated, this time in a sing-song tempo.

The other figure continued to giggle, wobbling on their feet as they tried to contain their laughter. “You’re gonna get hit by a car!” they called.

The first figure hopped away from the light just as an obnoxiously-yellow car came to a halt at the sidewalk. He turned to his companion and flashed them a cheeky grin. “Our chariot awaits.”


Five minutes later, the two of you had piled into the backseat of the taxi, instructing the driver to take us anywhere. Seatbelts disregarded, Ashton wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. “You’re very attractive, Y/N. Did you know that?”

“Oh, so you’re an affectionate drunk?” you replied coyly, trying not to blush. “Who would’ve thought?”

“I’m not drunk.”

“Ashton.” You gave him a pointed look, one that was raised eyebrows and implied do you want to rethink that statement?

“I’m slightly drunk.”



“Punch-drunk souls, that’s what we are,” you said, closing your eyes and smiling. “Punch-drunk souls, all tangled up in the wind.”

A comfortable silence settled over the taxi as you and Ashton sat there, pressed against one another with the only sound being your own steady breathing. You turned to look out the window, watching as the streetlights flew by in glowing streaks of color. You were abruptly filled with an overwhelming sense of loneliness and insignificance right then, even with Ashton’s arm resting across your shoulder, your head against his chest where you could feel his even heartbeat. Tha-THUMP. Tha-THUMP. Tha-THUMP.

The world was so large. And you were so small. An expendable spec of dust in a hurricane, vulnerable to the mundane whirlwind of repetition and—

You took a deep breath and allowed yourself to stare out the window in silence for another thirty seconds before speaking, gaze not leaving the glowing blurs outside. “Is this… this sadness… is it everlasting?”

Ashton didn’t answer right away, and you wondered if you had said anything at all. You were known to get a bit confused when you had too much alcohol…

“Everlasting?” he said, and You could hear the smirk in his voice. “Where are we, the eighteen-hundreds?” You giggled slightly before you felt Ashton’s grip tighten comfortingly, gently pulling you closer to him. Then he said, “But to answer your question… I think it is.”

You sighed. Not quite the answer you had been hoping for. “I just feel so… lonely sometimes, you know? Not alone. I know I’m not alone,” you added quickly, not wanting to offend Ashton. “But that’s just how I feel sometimes. Lonely.”

“Well,” Ashton said after another moment of silence. “I can’t really say that I can make you feel free from that worry. But believe me when I say this—you’ll never be lonely, Y/N. Not as long as I can help it. Understand?”

You looked at him then, feeling reassured tears prick your eyes. And maybe it was the alcohol coursing through your system, but you suddenly felt relaxed, tired. Content. Ashton’s words swirled through your mind, intermingling with your troubled thoughts, and you couldn’t help but smile. You’ll never be lonely.

And for some unexplainable reason, you believed him.



I’m currently at a concert for one of my favorite bands ever, when I get home (or tomorrow) I will finish the readings I need to do! Thanks for all your support guys. 💜

This Year (The Mountain Goats) Live Cover

One of my favorite bands ever is called The Mountain Goats. So there’s a song that I thought about a lot when I wrote this album called “This Year,“ and the lyric of the chorus is ‘I’m gonna make it through this year if it kills me,’ and it’s  something I used to drive around New Jersey a lot screaming to myself in my worst moments alone… and, um, it sounds sort of comical, but in the moment it was really important to me… we just learned it yesterday, so there’s a ninety-nine percent chance that we’re gonna fuck it up all over you guys, but I realize that the spirit of this song and how much it means to me, and how much it would mean to me to play to you guys, it feels like you could deal with a whole colossal amount of fuck ups.


So I never posted this here but at Knotfest on September 25th 2016 I met one of my favorite bands ever, Motionless In White!! They were all so sweet and genuinely amazing guys❤️❤️ (I wasn’t allowed to take pictures during the signing but i did afterwards that’s when I got the picture with Ricky)❤️❤️❤️❤️