#(ch;gorillaz. all.)

[overthedub]

El Mañana this chapter. (╯︵╰,)

Summary: Letting everything fall apart is always easier than holding it together. Murdoc Niccals knows from experience.

Second chances haunt Murdoc’s every waking moment, more so now that Gorillaz and his ex have returned to where it all started. Maybe keeping everyone together might be worth a shot this time around.

Rating: Explicit

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Murdoc Niccals/Original Female Character, Original Female Character&Everyone (Friendship)

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[theboywithburninghands]

Hey guys

I’m on your timeline again. No bad news today, but I have some things to share that are like… sort of vent-esque? Nothing too bad. I’m definitely less in a hole than I was last week.

Anyway, I am working on “Rosenrot.” Ch. 33 is shaping up to be huge, and I want it to be perfect. So it will take longer than average. It will also focus on characters primarily developed by myself and my close friend @noble-crimson, who you should follow on here and on Twitter and also forfeit your mortal possessions to.

I also wanted to give a thank you to @toonsforkicks22 and @quietrainflower for their support, the former for basically helping me outline the latter half of this story and the latter for their continued support and singing of “Rosenrot’s” praises. As you’ve already given your mortal possessions to Crim, please send them an affidavit transferring ownership of your soul to them. Notarized, black ink only.

Anyway, the reason I want to post today actually isn’t at all about Digital Circus or my writing pertaining to Digital Circus. It’s actually about The Gaslight District.

That show and I have a weiiiiird relationship, lemme tell you. And I’m going to dump about it here because… well this is a blog.

So, here’s the thing. I haven’t actually sat down to watch the damn thing. I want to, but I can’t. Like, physically I can’t. I get super anxious whenever I actually try, and I can’t put my finger on WHY.

I’m not disturbed by it. I’ve stomached much MUCH darker stuff in my day that I won’t mention here because I know some of you guys are morbidly curious.

I don’t hate the idea. I think the idea of a group of bad guys with good hearts can work great when you do it right.

I don’t hate the characters either. Hell, Mel Hill is canonically bi AND named after a great Gorillaz song, that’s a one-two punch.

Maybe it’s the villains? I don’t find them particularly interesting. Yes, I’m well aware that evil angels are a creepy idea, and that a lot of people have resentment towards organized religion, but like, dude. From what I’ve seen they’re so outrageously evil it’s almost kind of funny? Like doesn’t uh… *checks notes* Diligence kill one of his flunkies for making him jump slightly? Come on now, that’s just impractical.

Or maybe it’s the whole “anti-chosen-one” story. I dunno if it’s just me, but I’ve never really liked stories where someone’s immediately abhorred because “the prophecy says anyone with eleven toes is the Blood Prince of Morgoroth” and they have eleven toes so everyone treats them like a pariah. That kinda thing stresses me out a little.

I dunno. I’ll probably come around to it, but for now it’s in this weird “observe but not too close” space.

Anyway, thank you for reading if you read this far. No hard feelings at all towards anyone that enjoys Gaslight District, I have the problem, not you or the show.

Uh. Happy pride? I didn’t think of a good way to end this 😭

[hinge]

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[vimcy]

7 CDs

Rules: You just got a kind-of shitty old car and it doesn't have Bluetooth. You can only buy 7 CD's and you can't repeat an artist. What are you getting??

Tagged by: @thedeepestwarmestblue

this is incredibly difficult for me because im both picky and have a 900 song playlist that i listen to daily

also i apologize for taking forever with this, this was genuinly a huge challenge for me

Laurel Hell - Mitski:

i love this album so much, working for the knife and stay soft are songs i could listen to all day every day. i actually have more songs from be the cowboy and puberty 2 in my playlist but this album is so so good

Demon Days - Gorillaz:

i have this cd and i love it dearly, i used it to test out a set of speakers and we only listened to that all day because we didnt have a cable for my phone yet shshs

Trick - Alex G:

does it really need to be said? im here, im queer, and i love his music. trick has a really good mix of songs you can casually listen to and enjoy (sarah, mary) and songs you need to sit down and stare at the ceiling for (adam, advice)

Heathers Broadcast Recording:

i love heathers i love the movie i love the musical i know most of the songs by heart

Kid A - Radiohead:

i got REALLY into radiohead because of a friend and this is probably my favorite album, but its really tight between that and ok computer

La meilleur selection de Malice Mizer - Malice Mizer:

this mix feels like it was made just for me. no skips in the songs, theyre all fantastic, it has all my favorites, id give all the money in the world to get my grubby little hands on this cd

Who Really Cares - TV Girl:

i love this album so so much, i listen to at least one song from it every day and i lovvve it

(man this made me really self conscious about my music taste, is this a bad track list?? do i listen to gimmick music??)

no pressure tags:

@optimismbitingmyass @lachsh4ls @actuallytris @vitkmn-erik @gandalfbugnaturals @lexel-craften @legendarystarz @ch-4-eri @pdumbs @thy-mia-n @xxven323nevxx

is this an appropriate amount of people? whats the socially acceptable number of people to tag in a post??

[g-switched]

INTERVIEW WITH 2D

INTERVIEWER: Our final interview of the day is here! I’m joined by 2D, the youngest member and singer of Gorillaz!

2D looks to the side, fiddling with his hands

2D: ‘Ello..

INTERVIEWER: Hello, how are you?

2D: Me nose itches.

The interviewer blinks, staring at the script

INTERVIEWER: ..Er alright then. So 2D, do you like being in the band?

2D: Um.. yeah.

INTERVIEWER: Who’s your favourite?

2D thinks, swinging on his chair

2D: I like Noodle, she’s funny an’ sumtimes she sings wiv’ me in the booth. She gets upset though, which makes me feel all sad. Murdoc’s the best, he looks after me a lot. I nick his lighters sumtimes an’ ‘e gets mad, but all fire looks cool. I like the clicking noise it makes. Russel’s okay. ‘E keeps makin’ up rules to eh’ducake, eh-dun.. eh’dunca- eh..

He trails off, looking at the floor. The interviewer speaks up

INTERVIEWER: Educate?

2D nods

INTERVIEWER: What’s your favourite song and why?

2D: Um.. man re-suh-ch. Research. Noodle let me jus’ yell into the mick’phone.

INTERVIEWER: Sounds fun. So, 2D, what’s your favourite thing about singing?

2D: Er- I like the sound, like when you hear it in the room an’ it like, bounces off ya’. It’s comfortin’, an’ it shakes you? I asked Murdoc what the word f’ that was an ‘e said it was um.. vibe-rate? Sumthink’ like that. An’ one time Murdoc showed me how to edit it so it sounds different, an we made it all squeaky an’.. an’..!

2D swings around on the chair, waving his arms to show his point. The interviewer stares at him

2D: It sounds all funky and weird, an’ then Russ taught me how to sing all quick’, and it like- it was really good an’-! OW!

2D falls off the chair, ripping out the microphone from the stand. The interviewers eyes widen, and his jaw drops. 2D struggles to get up, ripping apart more audio equipment.

INTERVIEWER: That’s.. over a hundred pounds..

END OF INTERVIEW.

[29625]

Mini-misc update!!

Hi! I’m sorry for the very infrequent updates both on AO3 and here. Long story short, I had been in a psych ward for my bipolar and ADHD and recently got discharged. I’m not going into details (I just wanted to get this outta my chest I’m sorry I know most of you don’t really care and it’s completely understandable cause I’m no celeb 😭😭 didn’t want to bomber the AN and wanted to practice verbalizing my struggles that’s all!!) but it has truly been a struggle.

I had been struggling with bipolar depression to the point where I started to fear myself. Save me from myself kinda situation I would say. And it turned out my ADHD was much more severe than it had been assumed and was amplifying the bipolar symptoms. Fortunately the hospital I was in was great and I felt really safe, humanized and accepted in there! Got some creative kick from my (fabulous) peers too. BUT Akathisia man……can’t eat can’t sit still can’t write.

Regarding music, I’ve been listening to lots of Gorillaz albums lately. I still regret not getting my hands on The Now Now when it was in the used store I usually get my CDs from, and Plastic Beach is a vibe for early summer and this very humid weather here in Tokyo…oh, and I also listen to some emo/punk/00s alternative classics like Sugarcult (VACANT LIKE AN EMPTY STATEMENT YOU AND I CANNOT ESCAPE THIS), Hoobastank (and you know I’m not a perfect person for crying while listening to The Reason), zebrahead (tbh Waste of Mind is such a dope album man. Ska punk skater highschooler suburban McDonald stale Sprite vibes man), Simple Plan (couldn’t help falling in love with them after their performance in Tokyo), Sum 41 (anyone feels like My Direction hits way too hard as you get older?), and of course The Offspring, all of whom have been my absolute inspiration since high school! I don’t think Slimav would actively listen to this genre of music (which I’m just a hardcore fan for) but is it just me or does Mav…kinda pull off Hoobastank?? Like Inside of You is just a straightforward Slimav classic of I say so to myself. Also, perfumes have been my emotional escape especially now that I can’t really eat, so I might just make my passion a whole Slimav short story.

Oh, and!! I’m not abandoning my stories though!! I still love Slider and have a stack of drafts for my current project!!

In fact, almost surpassing 10000 words…more than the threshold for my bachelor’s thesis…and still counting…because Slider is a gem and I can lick him all day every day mmmmmm

If you’re still reading to this point, the next update on Just What I Needed is going to be a fill-in between Ch 3 and Ch 4, in which I will go further into my idea on what Slimav’s first time would be like. I didn’t think bottom Sli/top Mav first time story has been a thing so I took my puter and started writing.

So happy to see the stats going up from time to time, by the way��it makes my heart so warm to know there are precious people who read and interact with my story 🥲 You know it’s kinda weird but whenever someone kudos bookmarks etc my story I always put my hands together and pray to nobody in particular like I hope this person have a good day…yeah. Does that sound weirddddd but I can’t help it. Wait till you see my firedancing rituals whenever I get comments aha

I hope to explore their dynamic, particularly how Slider hides his vulnerabilities behind the wall of vigilance and his “pleaser” way while Maverick tries and tries to get him to let it out, together. Smut is hard but I’m really enjoying it. I can’t tell exactly when it will be finished and released, but hopefully soon—maybe in July? August? I have another chapter laid out on paper, so that’s a plus, too!

I hope you are all doing good and hope to see you soon! Good to talk to you! 😊🫰

[glaciertea]

Masterlist here

Tales the Songs Weave

Ch.22<< >>Ch.24

CW: none

Chapter 23: 'Till We're Invisible...

Word count: 4.8K

Doing the whole ‘reversal of knowing a person’ to ‘not pretending they don't exist’ is a hassle.

You try not to get too bothered by it as life makes and breaks its course, but it's still a blow to your heart, perfectly settling a bigger and new scar that'll last for a good while. Maybe even forever.

The decision that was mutually agreed on was the worst, especially dealing with it from Miguel. Even with the basic number of texts you sent, he would egregiously find a way to respond in such a manner that conveyed he could give two flying shits, if not less.

It was very annoying, like pulling teeth. You were aware of his method, and you wanted to bite that bullet and let it float away in the endless breeze, but your stubbornness was winning as you tightened onto that desperation of wanting to fade on some type of positive note. Or, more realistically, a neutral one.

That part was dangling for dear life, while the other was fighting to let go.

When he left for the actual last time, you rewound that evening non-stop in your brain. Not a single detail was lost, and you could recite the argument and the following pacifying conversation verbatim.

It also didn't help that you could still taste his lips on yours.

Your thoughts would drift, the many what-ifs plaguing you if either he or you had removed that watch. Would he have tried to dismiss them and then proceeded to take you back into his mouth? What if they never needed help? Would it still have gone the same way? Hundreds more haunted you.

Ronnie took notice of your weird one-eighty mood shift—well, more of a ninety-degree turn.

You were slightly better after finally coming to some type of conclusion. There were still a few or more inquiries that stuck to you, like hot glue on a broken furniture piece. Was the canon a physical element or merely a hypothetical concept that is only talked about? How legitimate is it exactly? What would happen if a canon was wrong? Were you really supposed to not exist?

You regret not asking for some tangible proof and evidence.

But at the end of the day, it was a momentary experience. An encounter that you wish would have lasted for much longer.

Mindlessly shelving items, you felt a sudden tap on your shoulder, pulling you out of whatever world of wonder you stuck yourself in.

“Hm? How may I help you?” You casually peer up, expecting a customer, only to see Ronnie staring at you with a quirked brow.

“You were out of it again. I said you can go on ahead and take your break now.” She turned to the racks before looking back at you. “And to also tell you that you've been stuffing most of the things in that box here.”

You glanced up to be met with clothes, books, and a few board games, all disorganized and shoved in a spot where wooden figures are supposed to be.

“Oh, right. I'm sorry. I'll fix this and put them in the right spot. You can go ahead and start my break timer now, if you'll like.”

Ronnie blew a raspberry and lowered herself to the balls of her feet. “You honestly think I'm going to do that? I know I like using my boss powers for... certain intentions, but I occasionally like to use them for good too.”

You rolled your eyes, and she gave you a few playful punches. “But no, I'm not going to do that. I'll take care of this. You go on and relax that pretty head of yours.” She started to remove the articles of clothing, putting them in the box before moving onto the books.

“Ronnie, it's okay; I made the mess, and I'll fix it.”

“How have you been doing?”

You blinked and rolled your neck at the sudden tightness. “How am I doing?”

“I'm pretty sure that's what I said. How are you doing?”

“I, um, I think I'm okay. Yeah, I'm still taking it day by day.” 

She clicked her tongue and sighed. “You think you're okay, or you know you're okay?”

Your mouth went dry, and your throat randomly felt sore. You haven't told Ronnie about what exactly went down when Miguel came that day. It's been close to two weeks, and you were hoarding up all those feelings.

You didn't want to burden her anymore with the mess you're dealing with. She's already done so much that you felt as if you had to step back.

“Yeah. I'm–I'm fine.”

She twisted her lips to the side and ran her fingers down to detangle knots from her hair. “You don't have to be by yourself during this.”

The guilt was feasting heavily on your soul. “I-I know. It's like I've been saying, it'll pass eventually.” It has to.

Ronnie didn't say anymore and rubbed your back. “Alright, I'm not going to pester you. But just know, I'm always here. And I'm still not afraid to find him and beat his ass with trusty ol’ lummy over there.”

She exaggerated her wave over to the checkout counter. A twitchy, small smirk made its way when Ronnie hugged you.

“Thanks, Ronnie. But I still think that isn't necessary.”

“Middle ground. If I personally see him myself while casually out and about, I will find a way to make the bat magically appear.”

You silently muttered, “Oh my gosh,” dramatically dragging your fingers down your face and giving a sidelong glance.

“There will be no barrier. Now go and take your legally mandatory break that has suddenly been pushed to an hour and a half.” She stood up and stretched her arms in the air, leaving you slightly befuddled.

“Are you su-”

“If you ask me if I'm sure, an extra thirty will be added.”

Your mouth opened when she jutted in again.

“And if you tell me you don't want to leave me here by myself for that long, you're getting the rest of the day off.”

She knew how to take advantage of these situations, and you were aware you weren't going to win this no matter how many objections you projected at her.

With a huff and a raspberry of your own, you took the undeserved leisure time, eyeing that smug grin while you gathered up your bag. You acknowledged the care she was giving with another embrace and made your way out to get something to chow down on.

Stopping in front of the Asian street food restaurant, you debated on heading inside and relishing the tasty cuisines when your mind aimlessly migrated to the day you two dined here. The comforting sway you both invited when he discarded his sunglasses, gazing into those beautiful ruby-reds, that culminated a sense of ease and reassurance. How the conversations made it seem like no one else was in the building besides him and you.

Realizing your hand was on the handle, you drew away and persuaded yourself that you were in the mood for anything else. 

Settling on a simple chicken wrap, cookies, and fresh fruit, you took the meal to go and ventured wherever your legs led you. You absently munched on the sugary pastry goodness, loving the unpopulated sidewalks before the rush. You were always thankful for having an 11 a.m. lunch instead of noon; you didn't have to endure the bustling nature of crowds or long winded lines and angry customers who held them up just because they didn't have an extra pickle on their sandwich. 

You took advantage of these soothing moments.

Ambling more down and finishing the last of your grapes, you stumbled on an overfamiliar space. Blanking out for a second, you groaned out and plopped down on the bench. You did your best to ignore the park, finding ways to steer clear of this part at all times. But even your body clashes with your mind and reasoning.

The adjacent bench remained empty, but your brain sought to create a visualization of him. You could distinctly remember it all, despite wanting to erase it. You dared not come this way after that last night, when he ran away. It added way too much salt to that wound. A truck load on it.

Tirades of reminiscence frequently bombard your nonchalant feelings for him. You strived to keep it at bay, but there's times like these when it's of no use.

You allowed it to go, just for this day. That night will always be near and dear to you. He left an imprint on your heart. You reached for your phone and clicked on his name.

‘Thank you.’

That was the last message. 

You remember eyeing those three dots going on for nearly two minutes, boring at the screen hellbent on what he was going to say. Your brain virtually knew he wasn't going to send his genuine thoughts or his true words, but that lowly fraction of false hope was sneaking its way into the heart.

When those dots stopped for a few seconds and then continued bouncing, you felt your pulse and heart racing. Maybe he was ready to prove you wrong; he was going to have that sliver of hope prosper and scream, ‘I told you so!’

You did say, ‘I told you so,’ but it was the major side that won.  

Blinking back whatever sentiment was trying to brew, you slipped your phone back into your pocket, holding one last stare at the wooden seat before standing up. You still had plenty of time to wander about, so you took a deeper look into the more downtown vicinity.

It was crowded, but that's to be expected as it's the main hub section. Hover cars speeding by, followed by blaring honks, was such a huge contrast from the serene park that's less than ten minutes from here. 

You dodged people in expensive business attire who were too busy tapping away on their tablets or talking into their watches, which was a hassle. They would bump into you as you muttered an apology, but only to receive a scowl or a “watch it!” in return.

No wonder he barely came out here. If this was a scene you had to grudgingly witness every morning of every day, you would stay stuck up in that stuffy skyscraper too.

You momentarily came to a stop, apologizing to a person who almost ran into you. The tower was deadlocked in your line of sight. You unexpectedly felt cold, despite it being a hot summer day. Goosebumps pricked at your skin as his giant castle leered down at you.

The only difference was that there was no moat. No snapping sharks swimming in lava. No. It was simply automatic doors that were in between you and his domain. 

The world seemed silent, a suspended notion, as time and the ones in front and behind were coming to a frozen standstill.

Your brain was rushing with questions like a rapid river racing downstream into a waterfall. Do you dare step in? Would you be immediately identified by his insane technology? Would you get kicked out by security once you were recognized?

Would he be on the lower floor level? What would happen if he was and you saw each other?

Your legs trembled, and your feet took hardy steps as if they were ready to collapse at any given moment. Your throat parched, clenching like a child twisting a colorful, plastic bendy straw. It was territory you were going to cross; someone was lowering the drawbridge for you.

Or maybe you misunderstood and might drop straight into the trenches. 

You were really going to go in. To trek into his hellish arena. Holding your breath, the doors slid open, and a waft of cool A/C blasted into your face. All you could see was black, your nails burying into palms, breaking some of the skin. You took a deep breath in and swiveled until you were overlooking the active citygoers again. 

“This isn't worth it. I'm not going to just rush into this without—”

Swarms of people were shrieking, pointing up at something from the side of the corporate building.

“Someone is falling! Someone jumped!”

Marginally confused, you pressed through the crowds to see what the commotion was; if somebody had leapt, surely the hundreds of spiders residing in there would've had a prevention plan for it happening. Surely.

Scooting closer, you squinted and shielded your eyes from the sun to get a better view. From what you could distinguish, it was a person in a black suit; you couldn't tell if he was running from something or not, and another figure was nosediving after them. You adjusted and cupped both of your hands on your forehead to see a red and blue suit…

That red and blue suit belonging to a distinctive individual.

“What the hell?! Mig- uh, Spider-Man! Spider-Man!” You jolted out, stumbling and bumping into others; they didn't seem to care as a waterfall of vividly bright dots dispersed in the same direction as Miguel and the other figure.

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your sockets at the situation unraveling. You couldn't possibly fathom what was going on in Miguel's head. Is that a bad guy he's chasing? It must be if hundreds of heroes are chasing after them. But why is this villain also wearing a suit? Could they have gone rogue?

You sprinted, wanting to keep up, but the surge of people intrigued to witness this spectacle was getting in your way. No matter how many times you said “excuse me,” no one bothered to budge. You tried to keep your attention on the action, but by the time you finally escaped the abundance of the crowd, he was long gone.

With a racing heart and a garbled yet stunned brain, you make your way out of the cluster and back to the park. Collapsing on the bench, your leg bounced and your brain rushed as you strived to recount what you had witnessed. Haphazardly yanking your phone out of your pocket, almost dropping it on the pathway, you hover over his name and click on it.

Is this a good time to text him? He's obviously busy with whatever he was chasing, but your worries were overtaking you.

“I'll just text him now, and whenever he's not busy, he can respond. Yeah.”

Your fingers typed faster than they ever have, asking if everything was alright and to get back to you as soon as he could. Your daily alarm for your break popped up, and you opted to hail a taxi back into work instead of speed-walking back to beat the clock. Arriving three minutes ahead, Ronnie couldn't help but lift a brow when you came hurrying into the door.

“I know you like to be here early to beat the clock, but calm down; you're good—”

Ronnie dropped a container on a nearby display table, her gaze tensely locked on yours. You were disheveled, like you'd seen a ghost or been haunted by one. She tapped her nail on the lid, waiting for you to tell her what you encountered.

Admittedly, barging in the shop wasn't the brightest idea because now Ronnie isn't going to let it go until you're forced to talk about it with her. With her hand on her hip and her finger at you, she was prepared to get you to speak when a customer asked for some service.

“I'll ring you up. One minute, please.” You thanked whoever was looking out for you, striding to the back to clock in and hop right back into work.

For the rest of the workday, you were in a cold sweat. Ronnie gave sidelong glances, but you pretended to not notice, taking every shopper that waltzed in or doing all the menial tasks. You were home free when the last person exited the building. After finishing up the rest of your cleaning and snatching your bag, Ronnie blocked your way out.

“Alright, I held it in all day. What made you nervous when you came in?” She folded her arms and leaned back on the door.

“It was nothing, just a dog chasing after me, but I got away, as you can see.” You gave a thumbs up and painted your best ‘I'm fine’ smile. “So you go ahead and rest up; I'll see you tomorrow, Ronnie.”

Taking that step forward to get the point across, she didn't budge an inch. Shaking her head, Ronnie groaned out. “I'm worried for you. You can't run in with this deathly and deranged look; then tell me it was something simple like a dog.”

“Dogs can be scary.”

“Some can, but I know it wasn't a dog. Well, unless it was a certain dog that I can't stand—”

“Ronnie.”

“Then tell me. I'm seriously worried for you. You can't keep bottling all of this up. You have to let yourself get something off your chest.”

You bit your bottom lip, your head shifting downward with the blank gaze rolling in. She wasn't going to quit; she's persistent as all hell, and it was beginning to annoy you. You really wanted to go home and be by yourself to check if he replied back, but you knew the more you held off, the less you'd be trapped.

Closing your eyes and titling your head back, a raspberry escaped. “I saw him. No, he didn't see me; I don't even think he was aware of my presence. It freaked me out more than it should; that's why I came in the way I did.”

Ronnie's downturned lips and knitted brows weren't helping your cause or mood. You hoped she was going to stop there and let you go home, for your sake. She couldn't do much to help you, as much as she wished, but with your obstinate demeanor, she might as well have been a fish stuck in the bowl.

“Alright, I won't force it out of you. But you're withering away, and you know you can't hide that from me.”

You expelled a long sigh and nodded. “I know. Have a good rest of your night; see you tomorrow, Ronnie.”

With that exchange, you carefully closed the wooden entrance and made your way home. You are fine; why couldn't she understand that? You got that ending to the final chapter, and yeah, sure, there was no epilogue or continuation that uncovered the many unanswered mysteries cemented so deep that it may even go further than six feet; at least you still were given something. 

And yet, it still wasn't enough.

It's still not enough for you to let go. It's still not enough for you to forget him because you know you never will. It's still not enough for you to close the threshold on this self-battle you're facing to make something that doesn't work.

The many days that you've gone by, reciting this shitty mantras of how it's over and how you need to let him wash away with the wild tides of the ocean and you'll make it out okay, were nothing but complete and utter bull. All you've done is tell yourself lies after lies.

And you didn't make it any better for yourself.

You find yourself slowing your steps, standing there frozen, forever consuming those pergolas that want to welcome you in, which taunts you into a false sense of security of dreams and memories. The lush and tempting evocation of your first kiss or how breathtaking Miguel was next to those flowers.

You desperately had to get back home, especially when you heard your phone ping. That self-preservation of not looking was chipping away. You ran like you were competing in the hundred-meter dash, practically clambering into the elevator and into your apartment.

Kicking your shoes off, not caring where they were, you slumped on the couch and opened up your phone… To an email from some store newsletter going on about a sale.

The disappointment did crash down hard when you checked that he didn't even read the message.

“I guess whatever that person he was going after must have been a big deal.” You tossed your cell on the coffee table and went to cook up some instant noodles, lounging on the sofa, half watching some animated film, before laying down and passing out.

Day after day, you messaged Miguel, asking if he was okay. You didn't want to worry, but your brain would gun it to the worst-case scenarios whenever he didn't respond. You tried to squeeze more presumptive thoughts, such as he's busy, he's overly tired, and he's just recovering.

The delusion was tucked in all over.

Every ding was a heart attack. You would drop everything and scramble to your phone, only to be met with this disillusionment when it was some stupid email or a video someone uploaded. 

You ended up having to turn off all notifications except for messages, and the only person who was contacting you was Ronnie, who was checking in.

Two days turned into four, and four into a week when you had enough horrors you were conjuring (to the point you believed you might have been dead), you were ready to call him up when you saw that all your messages had been read. Your blood boiled, but you cooled yourself. Maybe he just read them, and he's going to say something. Or maybe he's been so caught up in whatever happened that he couldn't exactly get back to you. Benefit of the doubt, you are willing to give it.

That, and you don't want Ronnie to raise any suspicion.

‘Hey, I'm just seeing if everything is alright. I know it must be madness over there for you. I really hope you're doing okay and they're not stressing you out more than before.’

You hit send, your eyes not leaving that confirmation. It was delivered. Then a minute went by. It hadn't changed. Minute two, still nothing. You were ready to give up when it switched to read.

Your heart was ready to leave your chest. Keeping a lookout for Ronnie, you glanced back between her office door and the phone. You were patient, ready for those little circles to emerge. You tapped your foot to the beat of the song playing over the speaker, nerves wrecking throughout your body.

“Come on, Miguel. Say something. Please, say anything—”

The door handle began to jiggle, and that's when you spooked yourself, sliding your phone back in your pocket, and rubbed your clammy hands on your pants. Trying to be as casual as physically possible, you pretended to busy yourself by rearranging little figures on a miniature storage rack.

“The feed to the security cameras is in my office. Remember?” She sat a bag of old electronics on the counter and ruffled her already unruly hair with her free hand.

Damn technology. Always ruining your position.

You removed your hands from the items and folded them in between your thighs. At least you didn't have to scramble to come up with an excuse for why you were acting in a weird manner.

“I'm not going to fight you over why his name was in your mouth, but just know, it's going to ruin my psychological state the more it settles. I'm letting you know now.” She vocalized in a chirpy but non-joking tone.

If she wasn't going to engage and tussle you for it, then that's the path you were sticking with. You'll tell her eventually. 

Eventually.

You didn't hear your phone go off once for that entire day. You believed you might have accidentally turned it down during your panic state, and work was non-stop, swamping you enough to not even give it a quick peep. Though you were glad to have the distractions, it took away from the daydreams of what he might have messaged you.

Yet, when you got home that evening, you were met with your sided concerns, forever stagnant on that screen.

You felt yourself being reeled back into that realm of emptiness. You veered off into the void, hot tears descending down your cheeks right onto your phone.

Later that night, you blindly found yourself back on the dating app, swiping left and right, giving low-effort conversations and flirts, before giving up and pleasuring yourself with your vibrator and hand. 

You had to restrain yourself from calling out his name when you got into it. It was going well, from the low buzzing to your fingers pumping in sensual yet sporadic motions. Turning the intensity up, you pressed the button one more than what you were originally going for, and the toy amplified.

Shuddering, you bit down on a pillow, stifling your moans, letting your body become free from the intruding thoughts. Then you granted that embark. That unchained will to let it wander, to let it go into a more imaginative world. 

His name slipped from your lips during the venture of the moment. 

You jumped, removing your fingers and tossing the vibrator at the foot of your bed. You huddled up, your knees touching your chest, as a hefty breath brushed against your skin.

Your mind was gone, and you didn't know what to do anymore.

Ronnie refused to allow you to submit back to your fallen endeavor when you returned to work after learning (she forced it out of you), you had wallowed in bed all day and eaten nothing. Taking your break with yours, she treated you to delicious ice cream, buying you both a huge brownie sundae.

“You're talking. I'm not taking no for an answer either. I'm not taking an ‘I'm fine;’ an ‘I swear I'm okay;’ I'm not accepting any of that.” 

She was holding you at gunpoint. Her persistence was undeniably relentless, and the only way out was to cave in.

So you did. Merely halfway.

You excluded the details on what you exactly saw him doing; you took out a bunch of specifics regarding what was told to you that day he came by. But you did give enough that could satisfy Ronnie's needs.

From how you felt under pressure to text him to get his stuff, bits of the reason why you two couldn't be together (you had to make one up), and how you shared a kiss.

“Please tell me you didn't—”

“I promise you, we simply kissed. That's all.”

“Because I swear I would pummel him into the ground and have you...”

She took your heated silence with caution and took a huge bite of her sundae. You felt depleted by the end of it. Ronnie ended up changing the subjects, chatting about some family drama regarding changing the name of the shop and how her aunt had to be bailed out of jail for the fourth time in three months.

You mostly listened, ad-libbing here and there, as you dazed away. 

There was something so funny about this whole plight. How a simple person can work their way into your life and change your everyday routine, shaping it into this ever trivial but marvelous reality. Then, one day, like a powerful storm striking down an unsuspecting town, it comes crashing into a pile of rubble. Well, at least with rubble, you could probably make out what the structure was originally; this was crumbled into nothingness that even an expert couldn't tell you.

Almost finishing the last of your dessert, you looked into the empty cup and the small scoop of ice cream and brownie crumbs on the spoon. A treat is good at the moment, and when you get to the final bite, all you want to do is savor it forever.

You don't want it to end.

You brought another one after your shift, waiting to get home to munch on it. Kicking your shoes off, you placed a record on the turntable and sat down in your main comfort zone. Feet on the coffee table, you tugged out the cursed electronic device, unlocked it, and closed your eyes.

Earlier in the morning, you sent a single message pleading for him to say anything, to relay a sign that he was okay, that he is okay. You still had your phone on silent to not psych yourself out.

With bated breath, you opened one eye, then flung the phone on the other end of the couch and ate the rest of the dessert. It was just you and the soft melodies in the back.

You gave up four days later. 

You finally decided to give yourself some self-care. You gave your heart and mind the break they probably needed.

With a heavy soul and a heavy hand, Miguel was just another number in your messages. A bunch of random digits that are in your phone log.

As large, thick tears flowed down, you couldn't tell if the weight was lifted or if it harbored you down even more.

You guess you had to let time reveal itself to you, no matter how much you needed that answer now.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tag list: @prozacgooble @sanguwuxyoonbummy @oharaslove @ella-janehaven

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[scallioncreamcheesebagel]

Song of the Year - Round 1

Round 1 has begun! 8 polls will be published each day until all 64 polls are out.

Vote here!

Matchups/Bracket under the readmore!

Round 1 Day 1:

COOL_DNB_SONG - 8485 vs. Dumbest girl alive - 100 gecs

Inertia - AJR vs. IT GIRL - Aliyah's Interlude

Ch△mp1on - BAE (from Paradox Live) vs. Now And Then - The Beatles

The Narcissist - Blur vs. Anti-Curse - boygenius

Psychedelic Switch - Carly Rae Jepsen vs. Smoke - Caroline Polachek

Red Wine Supernova - Chappell Roan vs. Shadow (I'm Breaking Down) - Destroy Boys

Paint The Town Red - Doja Cat vs. Symphony - Dorian Electra

Love From The Other Side - Fall Out Boy vs. Just A Girl - Florence + The Machine (from Yellowjackets)

Round 1 Day 2:

Show Me How - Foo Fighters vs. Outlook - The Front Bottoms

Pathological Facade - GHOST vs. Oil (ft. Stevie Nicks) - Gorillaz

Subliminal - half•alive vs. sever the blight - hemlocke springs

Eat Your Young - Hozier vs. DOUBT - Jeff Rosenstock

LEAN BEEF PATTY - JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown vs. Cha Cha Cha - Käärijä

Only Love Can Save Us Now - Kesha vs. Gila Monster - King Gizzard And The Lizard Wizard

Planet of the Bass (feat. DJ Crazy Times & Ms. Biljana Electronica) - Kyle Gordon vs. Padam Padam - Kylie Minogue

Let The Light In (ft. Father John Misty) - Lana Del Rey vs. Dysphoria Hoodie - Laura Jane Grace

Round 1 Day 3:

Lost Connection - Louie Zong vs. Normal People Things - Lovejoy

Kool - Meet Me @ The Altar vs. Cobra - Megan Thee Stallion

Flowers - Miley Cyrus vs. My Love Mine All Mine - Mitski

Same as Cash - The Mountain Goats vs. Super Shy - NewJeans

Give It To Me - The Northern Boys vs. Herald of Darkness - Old Gods of Asgard (from Alan Wake 2)

all-american bitch - Olivia Rodrigo vs. Crave - Paramore

Gross - Penelope Scott vs. Boy's a liar Pt. 2 - PinkPantheress & Ice Spice

(I'm A Kadaver) Alakazam - Psychedelic Porn Crumpets vs. Boy Toy - Ricky Montgomery

Round 1 Day 4:

I'm Just Ken - Ryan Gosling (from Barbie) vs. Shakira: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 53 - Shakira & Bizarrap

Identity - SHINee vs. Miss Belladonna - Slayyyter

So You Are Tired - Sufjan Stevens vs. Paradox - Survive Said The Prophet (from Vinland Saga)

Cat - Takeuchi Ryouta (from MILGRAM) vs. Is It Over Now? - Taylor Swift

BEAST - THRIVE (from B-PROJECT) vs. No More Lies - Thundercat & Tame Impala

H.S - tom cardy vs. Rush - Troye Sivan

Locals (Girls like us) [with gabby start] - underscores vs. Smoke (feat. Lucky Daye) - Victoria Monét

Heaven Surrounds Us Like a Hood - Yves Tumor vs. Queencard - (G)I-DLE

[perpetual-canon]

Perpetual Canon Chapter 1. Light in The End of The Rabbit Hole

before / 1. keith richards’s guitar 2/2 / next where it started / navigation / about the story

Earlier that day. 

OR: We All Have Our Own Ways Of Providing For The Family.

[notascreepyasyouthink]

tagged by @bending-sickle to spell my username with music. thank you for tagging me this was fun, here we fuckin go

N- "Nugget" by CAKE

O- "ooh la la" by Run The Jewels

T- "Too Many Puppies" by Primus

A- "Angeles" by Elliott Smith

S- "Space Lion" by SEATBELTS

C- "Ch-Check It Out" by Beastie Boys

R- "Red Right Hand" by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

E- "Everybody Hurts" by R.E.M.

E- "Experiment in Terror" by Henry Mancini

P- "Paparazzi" by Lady Gaga

Y- "You Fucked Up" by Ween

A- "All Apologies" by Nirvana

S- "Survivors Guilt" by Joey Bada$$

Y- "You Think I Ain't Worth A Dollar, But I Feel Like A Millionaire" by Queens of the Stone Age

O- "O Green World" by Gorillaz

U- "Under My Thumb" by The Rolling Stones

T- "Time (Clock Of The Heart)" by Culture Club

H- "Heresy" by Nine Inch Nails

I- "I Can't Go For That (No Can Do)" by Daryl Hall & John Oates

N- "Night Shift" by Siouxsie and the Banshees

K- "Kon Queso" by MF DOOM

i don't feel like linking each song individually so if you wanna listen i made a playlist out of it

i tag @thecardiganslife1995album

[piasgermany]

[Album + Video] Joan As Police Woman kündigt neues Album “The Solution Is Restless” an!

In einem Jahr, in dem der Großteil der Welt still stand, hat Joan Wasser alias Joan As Police Woman an einigen neuen Projekten gearbeitet. So schrieb und nahm sie mit Damon Albarn für das Gorillaz-Album "Song Machine" auf, veröffentlichte ihr zweites Cover-Album "Cover Two" sowie ein Live-Platte und tauchte ebenfalls auch auf dem Afel Bocoum-Album "Lindé" auf.

Nun meldet sich Joan mit eigener, neuer Musik zurück! "Take Me To Your Leader" ist der erste Vorgeschmack auf das am 5. November über [PIAS] Recordings erscheinende, neue Album “The Solution Is Restless”, das gemeinsam mit Dave Okumu von The Invisible und dem legendären Schlagzeuger Tony Allen geschrieben und in Paris aufgenommen wurde, kurz bevor dieser verstarb.

"Damon Albarn introduced me to Afrobeat legend, Tony Allen, at the March 2019 Africa Express event “The Circus” and we hit it off”, führt Joan aus. "Tony and I played a version of Nina Simone's "I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be Free" and decided to record together. I asked my old friend and fierce musician, Dave Okumu, to join from London and that November, in a Parisian studio, we improvised all night."

Tony Allen war von 1968 bis 1979 der Schlagzeuger und musikalische Leiter von Fela Kutis Band Africa '70 und einer der wichtigsten Mitbegründer des Afrobeat, ohne den es dieses Genre in der heutigen Form wahrscheinlich nicht geben würde. Dave Okumu ist vor allem als Frontmann der Mercury Prize ausgezeichneten Band The Invisible bekannt und kündigte kürzlich ebenfalls die Veröffentlichung seines neuen Soloalbums "Knopperz" für den September an.

Die erste neue Joan-Single "Take Me To Your Leader" ist ein leidenschaftlicher und aufrüttelnder, politischer Appell für eine tolerantere, offenere Welt. "I wrote it watching Jacinda Ardern, PM of New Zealand, navigate 2020", erzählt die Sängerin. "In my dreamworld, the US asks to meet her in order to learn how to better run the country." Rollende Basslines und knisternde Drums mischen sich mit bedrohlich bebenden Synthies, während Joan mit lässiger aber entschlossener Stimme die Ordnungen und Strukturen anprangert: "Take me to your leader/ 'cause I'm ready to play/ can't hold my breath any longer/ word on the street is she's a healer/ I'm know I'm down to obey/ and don't we need a break in the chaos."

Tracklist "The Solution Is Restless": 1. The Barbarian   2. Get My Bearings (feat. Damon Albarn) 3. Take Me To Your Leader   4. Masquerader   5. Dinner Date 6. Enter the Dragon   7. Geometry of You   8. The Love Has Got Me 9. Perfect Shade of Blue   10. Reaction

Folgende Shows sind für 2022 bestätigt: 13.03.22 Berlin - Passionskirche (Nachholtermin) 14.03.22 München - Freiheiz (Nachholtermin) 15.03.22 A-Wien - Wuk (Nachholtermin) 25.03.22 Hamburg - Elbphilharmonie (Nachholtermin) 20.06.22 CH-Zürich - Bogen F Booking in D: Listen Collective

Presse: meetz@pias.com Radio: mitja.bruch@pias.com (+Online) | soeren.heuer@pias.com 

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[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[memory-echo]

General mood for the manga

StoneOcean – Soulwisp

Pink Floyd – Mother

Seiichi’s Theme

Pink Floyd – Childhood’s End

Seiichi’s fellings towards his parents

Elliott Smith – Waltz #2

Fukiishi’s Theme

Mariah Carey – Looking In

Seiichi’s epiphany that his mother is evil

Nine Inch Nails – Right Where it Belongs

Seiko’s Theme

Keaton Henson – Beekeeper

Every time Seiko does something evil, mainly at Ch. 6, Ch. 14 and 15

Lo Fidelity Allstars – Battleflag

The happy moments between Seiichi and Fukiishi

Sheppard – The Best Is Yet To Come

When Seiichi ‘rejects’ Fukiishi

Coldplay – Til Kingdom Come (Hidden Track)

Chapters: 35, 36, 37

Lifehouse – Hanging By A Moment

Seiichi’s night with Fukiishi 

Massive Attack – Teardrop

Chapter 41 

James Blunt - Tears and Rain

Chapters: 45, 46, 47, 48

Gorillaz – Every Planet We Reach Is Dead

Chapter 70

Radiohead – No Surprises

Chapter 71

Bob Dylan – The Times They Are A-Changin’

Chapter 72

Benny Goodman - Sing, Sing, Sing

For the Christmas motifs and the detective’s wish to Seiichi

Ella Fitzgerald – Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Chapters 77, 78

Hypnogaja – Nothing Box

Chapter 80

Fink – Yesterday Was Hard On All Of Us

Chapter 81

Rachel Platten – Stand By You

Robbie Williams – Love Somebody

Chapter 82

Nirvana – About a Girl

Pink Floyd – Pigs on the Wing

Chapter 83

Muse - Uprising

Bob Dylan - Make You Feel My Love

Chapter 84, 85, 86

CCR – Bad Moon Rising

Chapter 87, 88, 89

J. S. Bach – Toccata und Fugue BWV 565

Chapter 90, 91

Neva Dinova – Dances Fantastic

Chapter 93

Alabama 3 – Woke Up This Morning Chapter 94

Pink Floyd – Brain Damage Chapter 95, 96

Michael Penn – Walter Reed Chapter 96

Shane Alexander – Shipwrecked Chapter 97, 98, 99, 100

Queen – Bohemian Rhapsody Chapter 101, 102, 103, 104

Shane Alexander – Feels like the End Chapter 105, 106, 107, 108

John Lennon – Mother Chapter 109

Bob Dylan – Not Dark Yet Chapter 110, 111, 112, 113, 114, 115, 116

Shane Alexander – I Will Die Alone Chapter 117, 118

Bob Dylan – Buckets of Rain Chapter 119, 120

Albinoni – Adagio in G Minor

Chapter 122

Liam Titcomb - Landslide

Chapter 123, 124, 125

Eagles - Hotel California

Chapter 126, 127

Spoon - Got Nuffin

Chapter 128, 129, 130

The Weepies - World Spins Madly On

Chapter 131, 132, 133, 134, 135

Yann Tiersen - La Dispute

Chapter 136, 137

Wagner - Siegfried's Funeral March

Chapter 138

Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

Chapter 139

Johnny Nash - I Can See Clearly Now

Chapter 140

The Beatles - Blackbird

Chapter 141, 142, 143, 144

Johnny Cash - Hurt

[voidsentprinces]

Character Profile (Music Edition): Avaritia Mammon Mugen

Greedy - Dr. Steel Gotta feed the greed beast. Selling my soul And when I'm cashin' it, flashin' it I'm the man in control Of a nation built on overcompensation and greed (we love it) The "give it to me" generation's just what I need Ching Chime - Serj Tankian In the daytime, face covered by the grime Sucking on a lime, when no one pays no mind Slapping on a rhyme, over the ching chime Over the ching chime, ch-ch ch-ching chime

Emperor’s New Clothes - Panic! At the Disco Welcome to the end of eras Ice has melted back to life Done my time and served my sentence Dress me up and watch me die If it feels good, tastes good It must be mine Dynasty decapitated You just might see a ghost tonight And if you don't know now you know I'm taking back the crown I'm all dressed up and naked I see what's mine and take it

Raja - Dr. Steel Bring bejeweled riches. Ironic soul loophole. Cut your self control And give me pieces of it.

Donkey Town - Dr. Steel A festival. Glutton's anarchy Come break the rules, it's absolutely free Now see, there is a price, in paradise Just close your eyes and metamorphosize You'll get cocooned tonight (gooble, gobble) Then you'll be so soon One of us! (One of us!) (One of us!)

Stone Tower (Koji Kondo) - Rozen

Feel Good Inc. - Gorillaz Laughin' gas these hazmats, fast cats Linin' 'em up like ass cracks Play these ponies at the track It's my chocolate attack Shit, I'm steppin' in the heart of this here (yeah) Care Bear rappin' in harder this year (yeah) Watch me as I gravitate, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Yo, we gon' ghost town this Motown With yo' sound, you in the blink Gon' bite the dust, can't fight with us With yo' sound, you kill the Inc. So don't stop, get it, get it (get it) Until you're cheddar head And watch the way I navigate, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Money - Pink Floyd Money, get away Get a good job with good pay and you're okay Money, it's a gas Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash New car, caviar, four star daydream Think I'll buy me a football team

Grace for Sale - Terrance Zdunich All these fickle beasts Heaven hath rejected, lapping Glory from our teats Each of them is tested, blessed Cast out for your sin Come here for redemption We've got grace for cheap We've got grace for cheap

Why Can’t I Be You? - The Cure You're so gorgeous I'll do anything I'll kiss you from your feet to where your head begins You're so perfect you're so right as rain You make me Make me, make me, make me hungry againEverything you do is irresistible Everything you do is simply kissable Why can't I be you?

Seven Deadly Sins - Flogging Molly Suffers who suffer all Can swim upon the desert Where avarice have ravaged all In spite of good intentions Don't fill your mouth with gluttony For pride will surely swell But nothing's unforgiven in the four corners of hell Sail away where no ball and chain Can keep us from the roarin' waves Together undivided but forever we'll be free So sail away aboard our rig The moon is full and so are we We're seven drunken pirates We're the seven deadly sins We're seven drunken pirates We're the seven deadly sins

Drunken Lullabies - Flogging Molly Must it take a life for hateful eyes To glisten once again Five hundred years like Gelignite Have blown us all to hell What savior rests while on his cross we die While forgotten freedom burns Has the Shepard led his lambs astray To the bigot and the gun Must it take a life for hateful eyes To glisten once again 'Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess Singin' drunken lullabies

[elapsed-spiral]

Yearz - Gorillaz songs masterlist

Ch 3: Clint Eastwood

Ch 4: Every Planet We Reach Is Dead, Hollywood

Ch 5: Sleeping Powder, Dirty Harry, Last Living Souls, Slow Country

Ch 6: Feel Good Inc, El Manana, White Light, Fire Coming Out of the Monkey’s Head

Ch 7: 19-2000, Rhinestone Eyes, Welcome to the World of the Plastic Beach

Ch 8: All Alone, On Melancholy Hill, Glitter Freeze, Lake Zurich, Orchestral Intro, Sweepstakes, Do Ya Thing (video), Broken

Ch 9: HillBilly Man, Revolving Doors, The Speak It Mountains, Stylo

Ch 10: Magic City, O Green World, Murdoc is God, Latin Simone, White Flag, Amarillo, Phoner To Arizona, The Parish of Space Dust, The Joplin Spider, Demon Days, Don't Get Lost In Heaven

Ch 12: Ghost Train, To Binge, Empire Ants, Tomorrow Comes Today

Ch 15: Sex Murder Party, She's My Collar, Sorcererz, Saturnz Barz

Ch 18: Humility, The Apprentice, Andromeda

Ch 19: Deeeetroooooit

Ch 21: November Has Come, Interlude: Elevator Going Up, Interlude: The Non-conformist Oath

Ch 22: Intro: I Switched My Robot Off, Fireflies, Kansas, Ascension, Interlude: Talk Radio/Doncamatic, Interlude: Penthouse, Superfast Jellyfish, Pirate Jet, Strobelite

Ch 24: Tranz (kinda), Souk Eye, Momentz

Ch 25: Crystalised (The xx cover)

[wtfzodiacsigns]

Songs I Associate With Each Sign

 (this is just based off of people in my life)

ARIES:

• parks, squares and alleys - we’re not just friends

“the moon is there for you tonight

i feel the beating of heart,

and you should forget it for a while,

we’re not just friends.”

TAURUS:

• beyoncé - xo

“you better kiss me,

before our time has run out,

nobody sees what we see,

they’re just hopelessly gazing.”

GEMINI:

• gorillaz - empire ants

“and if the whole world is crashing down,

fall through space out of mind again,

where the emptiness we leave behind on warm air rising,

blows all the shadows far away.”

CANCER:

• the raveonettes - suicide

“run run run away little girl,

get your fun in this trashy world,

empty-hearted boys by your side,

lick your lips and fuck suicide.”

LEO:

• bleachers - everybody lost somebody

“I know that I’m lost,

lost in a world without you,

And there’s a reason I wake up alone in strange places,

A reason I see myself in a million faces,

A reason I can’t stop it all from changing.”

VIRGO:

• bleachers - all my heroes

“yeah, all the nights I don’t remember,

are the ones I can’t forget,

when all your heroes get tired,

i’ll be something better yet.”

LIBRA:

• coldplay - strawberry swing

“now the sky could be blue,

i don’t mind,

without you it’s a waste of time,

could be blue,

i don’t mind,

without you it’s a waste of time.”

SCORPIO:

• david bowie - changes

“ch-ch-changes,

just gonna have to be a different one,

time may change me,

but I can’t trace time.”

SAGITTARIUS:

• crosby, stills, nash & young - our house

“our house is a very, very, very fine house with two cats in the yard,

life used to be so hard,

now everything is easy ‘cause of you.”

CAPRICORN:

• cage the elephant - cigarette daydreams

“you can drive all night,

looking for the answers in the pouring rain,

you wanna find peace of mind,

looking for the answer.”

AQUARIUS:

• phony ppl - somehow.

“i broke out of my shell just to find that,

that i don’t belong

i broke out of my shell just to find that

im living by myself.”

PISCES:

• frank ocean - self control

“now and then you miss it,

sounds make you cry,

some nights you dance with tears in your eyes,

i came to visit cause you see me like a UFO,

that’s like never cause i made you use your self control.”

Source: mayihave1pot

[heresallmyfandomshit]

The Godak language

Part one: what does it look like?

Here it is folks: Green Speak, the language of the Native Magellan Islanders.... Or, at least, what i have so far. The Godak people, in case you missed it, are a concept I came up with within the ppg and gorillaz universe. A race of people with green skin, like Murdoc and Ace. I tagged all previous posts about them with #Godak if you'd like to learn more!

Here it is!! (My handwriting is shit I'm sorry)

I drew inspiration from Hawiian in that it has a limited number of sounds. Only five vowels: a e I o u (which make only the sounds ah ee eh oh oo respectively) and 11 consonants: d f g k l m n r s v x (where x makes the ch sound)

The next inspiration was Korean, as each sound is notated by a symbol and stacked or combined with other sound symbols to make words. For example fish is 'moor', so you stack the m sound above the oo sound and put the r beside them. Pretty simple but it looks cool!

So whats it SOUND like?? its quite a grumbly language. all the G sounds are made by clearing your throat, all Rs are rolled and vowels are drawn out while consonats are hard. Like Spanish and german had a very easy to understand child

Part 2 will either be grammar or conjugation (whichever i finish first 😂). Stay tuned!!

[gigsoupmusic]

Yuksek Unveils Carefree New Single 'Into The Light' ft. Isaac Delusion

Announces New Album 'NOSSO RITMO', Set For Release 28th February French DJ and producer Yuksek kicks off 2020 with new single ‘Into The Light’, featuring Isaac Delusion. Breezy, carefree disco delivered with the dancefloor in mind, ‘Into The Light’ is dance music crafted with that unmistakable ‘French Touch’. A nod to Disco icon Sylvester, who Yuksek notes as a direct influence in his music, ‘Into The Light’ features fellow French artist Isaac Delusion’s soaring falsetto vocals lending the track an added air of sensuality. It follows on from last year’s ‘G.F.Y.’ ft. Queen Rose, an anthemic disco cut all about female empowerment. Both singles will feature on NOSSO RITMO, Yuksek’s latest album set for release on 28th February.  The result of three years of experimentation and collaboration for no other purpose than shared pleasure, NOSSO RITMO marks a turning point in the story of Yuksek, that of independence and letting go.    Releasing music since 2002, Yuksek has since grown into one of the most respected artists in the French electronic scene, collaborating with high-profile figures such as JD Samson, Gorillaz, Phoenix, UGOD, Lana Del Rey, Boston Bun, Moby, Brodinski, The Magician and Alex Metric.  Last year he released a host of records including ‘The Rollercoaster’ and ‘G.F.Y. feat Queen Rose’ on Sweat It Out and his Partyfine imprint, while his hectic touring schedule saw him perform at the likes of Ministry of Sound, Hï Ibiza and Defected Croatia.  A sensual, dancefloor-focused disco-house jam, ‘Into The Light’ sees Yuksek start the new decade in the best way possible.

YUKSEK - ‘NOSSO RITMO’ LP - TRACKLIST 1. Yuksek - Do Beijo (feat. Processman & Henriq Ch) 2. Yuksek - Gorgeous (feat. Confidence Man) 3. Yuksek - Into The Light (feat. Isaac Delusion) 4. Yuksek - The Rollercoaster 5. Yuksek - Universal Love 6. Yuksek - Bateau (feat. Fatnotronic) 7. Yuksek - Mais Kriola 8. Yuksek - This Feeling (feat. Queen Rose) 9. Yuksek - The Only Reason (feat. Breakbot and Irfane) 10. Yuksek - Cadenza (feat. Polo and Pan) 11. Yuksek - Hashram Peplum (feat. Zombie Zombie) 12. Yuksek - Corcovado (feat. Fatronomic) 13. Yuksek - G.F.Y. (feat. Queen Rose) 14. Yuksek - Burning (feat. Juveniles) 15. Yuksek - J’aime les synthes TOUR DATES More info HERE 15 Feb - Metropolis, London UK 18 Feb - Folie Douce, Avoriaz FR 18 Feb - Coup de cœur, Morzine FR 19 Feb - Pré d’oscar, Samoens FR 19 Feb - Les Glaciers, Samoens FR 20 Feb - Moo, Chamonix FR 20 Feb - Folie Douce, Chamonix FR 21 Feb - Chalet des praz, La Clusaz FR 21 Feb - Le Grenier,  La Clusaz FR  29 Feb - Garçon Sauvage - Le Sucre, Lyon FR 6 Mar - Sacré, Paris FR 21 Mar - Nouvelles scène, Niort FR 28 Mar - Port Pavilion, San Diego US 2 Apr - The Dance, New York US 3 Apr - Newspeak, Montreal CA 4 Apr - Sundown, Washington US 10 Apr - TAP, Poitiers FR 11 Apr - Panorama, Morlaix FR 15 May - Bikini, Toulouse FR 29 May - Art Rock, Saint Brieux FR 30 May - Jardin du Michel, Toul FR 27 Jun - Europavox, Clermont-Ferrand FR Read the full article