#a-song-without-words

[jzixuans]

omg happy birthday!! I brought cake 🎂🍰

probably . bad . that i am just now answering these but! five month-belated thank yous :''))))))))))

[keingleichgewicht]

song 27!

YESSSS. if you don't know about meute may i have the pleasure:

fully acoustic brassband house/techno as street music; marimba polyrhythms

[zelkam]

happy spotify wrapped day! how about 27?

Happy Spotify day!! I always love it a lot hahah

Ah, 27 would be HALA HALA by ATEEZ

And honestly ATEEZ is all over my Wrapped because they rewired my brain at their concert in February hahah

spotify wrapped is HERE! send me a number 1-100 and I’ll tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 playlist

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

How much longer 'til your luck runs out?

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[burningcheese-merchant]

Fankid Blorbo #3 in da house

+ Some facts about him

He is their biological son. Cookie explanation is Fire Spirit's dough mixed with a vial of Pitaya Dragon's blood/strawberry jam. Human explanation is... some kind of magic idk lol

He is younger than Snapdragon (born post-canon) but will one day be the taller sibling despite the age difference

Many of his clothes are gifts from the Mala Tribe, tailor-made just for him. They're already used to making offerings to Pitaya and Fire Spirit, adding Lava to their habits of worship is no trouble

He has little dragon scales littering his body; a lesser (but still noticeable) amount than Pitaya. A sprinkling on his shoulders, on the back of his hands, a long, thin streak creeping along the length of his spine. As he ages, more will appear. By the time he's an adult, he won't look too different from Pitaya

He inherited the majority of his powers from Fire Spirit, namely his pyrokinesis*. But he also got Pitaya's fire breath

He got the best (worst) personality traits from both parents, thus making him perhaps the most obnoxious little delinquent to ever walk the earth lol

Lava Smoothie and Pepper Jack are lifelong best friends (they're even the same age!). Burning Spice and Pitaya Dragon are buddies and wanted/hoped their sons would develop a similar connection. Their dream came true; Jack and Lava get along like a house on fire and are practically inseparable

He calls Fire Spirit "Dad" and Pitaya Dragon "Pops" (teasing, but light and born from genuine affection. Pitaya acts annoyed by it, but would be genuinely upset if he stopped)

He seeks to one day out-smartass Fire Spirit. He has yet to succeed but refuses to quit

He can touch water without being harmed, but it feels... strange to him. Uncomfortable. It makes him itch. So he'd rather avoid it when possible

He is secretly very, very insecure about his lineage. He fears that Pitaya loves him less than he loves Snapdragon because he's a half-breed. It doesn't help that he primarily takes after Fire Spirit (esp in appearance) and didn't inherit many draconic features (he is most notably missing wings and a tail*. It's a very sore spot for him)

* In both a more general desire to become stronger plus his desperation be more like a dragon, Lava has taught himself to "mold" his flames into a (mostly) functional, makeshift pair of wings and tail. So long as he concentrates, they will maintain their shape and functionality; break his focus and they'll disappear. (With time and practice, he'll eventually learn to create and maintain them with but a flick of his wrist, and they will exist as long as he's conscious, no focus necessary)

He smells kinda fruity lol (he smells faintly of dragon fruit)

[kug-the-carrot]

Last Friday was one of my coworkers last day at work (transferring elsewhere) and we were chatting as typical at the tail end of a workday when somehow books and audiobooks came up. Naturally I mentioned how often I listen to my favorite series (Murderbot, though I didn't name drop the series), with my usual slightly self depreciating jokes about how people are usually shocked to learn how many times ive gone over that series

My dear sweet coworker, after a slight back and forth, very sincerely went "no, no, I get it. It's like listening to your favorite songs over and over" which,,, I've never heard before. Most people in my life outside of internet friends, including my (also) neurodivergent brother, are confused/concerned/frustrated by my fixations and get weirded out when they find out how many times ive re-watched/listened/read a piece of media I love

Getting this reaction from a coworker, the instant understanding and rephrasing in a more understandable way? I'm glad my back was to her because I almost burst into tears and had to control my expression. It meant a lot more to me than I could properly express to her (without oversharing)

This is really a non-story, just me rambling, but finding the people who don't really understand but still get it is a priceless feeling. Kinda feels appropriate that the conversation took place bc of Murderbot, famously triple A coded character who I relate to very much lol

[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 3

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1094

Written: 21st December 2024

Notes: Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Masterlist AO3

His arms feel lighter, colder... sluggishly opening worn eyes. The bed is empty, his hand reaches out but there's no ghost of warmth.

This has happened before. You hate to wake him up when you get up, alarm not needed because your hours as a hunter have permanently ruined your sleep patterns.

The first time, he'd felt fear grip his heart in an icy hand. Tightening, twisting and tearing. Now he just sighs into the air, turning over in his bed to look for phone. Checking there's nothing imperative that requires him, shooting off a message to the prince that you need some clothes brought over.

Your hunter uniform was beginning to resemble scrap, and he'd laid one of his shirts out for you to use until the prince could deliver more options.

Or he could buy you more... still you frowned at him when he suggested such a thing, telling him with a little laugh that you had plenty of clothes.

He hadn't yet worked out how to explain that dressing you was a satisfaction for him. Seeing you wearing things he chose, he paid for? He was still a dragon through and through. Decorating his lair and his greatest treasure.

He understood, however, that certain things you owned were picked because you liked them, found comfort in them. Safe things. So if it meant dragging the prince out here with a bag in tow, he didn't think either of them were too put out by it.

Reluctant to leave his bed, but yearning to have you close by again, Sylus pulls himself out of his nest. Flick of the hand righting his covers, and padding out in slippers and sweats.

As soon as he leaves the room, music drifts towards him, accompanied by very familiar voices, and he follows its call like you're a siren.

Even if you were, he knows he'd drown blissfully for and with you.

His kitchen is filled with the scent of sugar and bread, hitting his nose as soon as he swings open the door. The twins are sat on the kitchen counters, bobbing their heads to a song he doesn't know, and he's pretty sure they don't know either, judging by the 'do do do's' they're singing along with it.

He almost wants to complain, because they're loud enough to cover some of the notes you're singing, but you're laughing and smiling amidst the words. Cheeks dimpled...

Your shoulder is bared because his sweater is too big, slipping down, and covering the tops of your thighs. Shorts underneath, long fluffy socks up to your knees. Foot tapping the floor as you mix dough in a bowl.

You're like an angels song.

Head bobbing, tilting as you sing out to words he doesn't recognise. Not that he needs to.

I'm on my knees waiting for the sound.

It's a strange feeling, he's tried to replicate how your voice makes him feel with his own. He's learned how to sing to music that he doesn't really understand. Tunes that he can't quite replicate. Sylus listens to everything he can find because he wants to understand. It's a strange dim sensation on his own, with his records playing. Though they remind him enough of you that he is comforted anyway.

Stuck in a world gone wrong.

It is like he's chasing your shadow, and he never can seem to catch up.

So lift me up, I'll never let you down.

A feeling that blooms like fresh flowers, brings him to ease, reminding him of days where he learned what love was.

Calmed and riled and fragile but so warm and safe. The feeling is chaotic and terrifying but if he could spend his life feeling it, his very very long life. That only you can end, and when you choose to, he hopes it's alongside yours.

So he can never feel it without you, though he feels it's shade when he remembers you.

Searching for the words that I can say.

Instead it licks flames up his skin when you sing in front of him, when your voice fills the air and wraps around him and he understands. He always understands with you.

How it feels when you're with me.

The twins look up at him, pointing at him as they sing non-existent words and his kitten doesn't notice until he pulls up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, chin on your shoulder, hunching over to look down at what you're doing.

Mostly just so he can feel the rumble of your song through his chest.

The music falters for a second, as your hand reaches up to touch his cheek. He thinks he might purr in response but wouldn't admit it outloud if asked.

"Sugar cookies." You answer his unspoken question. "They're easy, but I'm testing the recipe with less sugar."

"The doctor will be happy." He murmurs against the skin of your neck. Biting absently, in protest as you stop singing for him. Not too harshly though, after all your voice is beautiful when you speak too. Always a song for him. Always lighting that unusual sensation in his chest.

"We've been taste testing!" Luke calls out, and he tilts his head just enough to watch the twins sticking raw dough in their mouths.

"Hey! Don't eat too much you'll make yourself sick!"

"S'fine." Kieran speaks with a full mouth, spraying some dough over his brother, who wipes it off and glares. "You missed a spot." And he flicks him in the forehead.

The two begin to scuffle, leaping off the counters and chasing each other out of the room, the sound of their yelling is head down the hall.

You begin to laugh in his arms, eyes twinkling with affection, and lean back against him with a contented smile.

He wishes the fish were here to paint you. He debates going to grab his phone that he's left on the side, just to take a photo for him later. It would mean releasing you though... he supposes there's more chances to see you like this.

His whole life, he hopes.

"Thank you." You speak, tilting your head to press a kiss to his head, and he turns you quickly, one hand moving to your neck to keep you there while he kisses as much of your skin as he can reach.

Cheeks, lips, forehead, neck. Quick pecks with no heat.

His chest, his heart. He's molten, melting, burning. It would hurt, he thinks, if it didn't feel so delightful. His heart, his soul, his home.

[yourloveisacurse]

fellas is it gay to blast the attacker of the dude you don’t like with shadows and say it was for him before proceeding to carry him over your shoulder to safety

[as-everlasting-as-the-sun]

just saw a post that might be the most phil-coded thing i’ve ever seen. this person and phil lester have gotta be linked on the psychic plane

[star-girlfriend]

I confuse instinct with desire - isn’t bite also touch?

(Wolf OR-7 Natalie Diaz)

i’m your man mitski // cop car mitski // unknown // canisalbus tumblr // unknown (tiktok) // pinterest // sarah alex g // unknown // let dead dogs lie silas denver melvin

[quill-driver08]

Welcome to the 2nd Quarter Quell and the 50th annual Hunger Games!!

And May the Odds be Ever in Your Favour.

[twistedappletree]

if there’s an edit of hans to “sexy bitch” by akon/david guetta, point me to it. and if there isn’t, that’s actually a federal offense

[qpjianghu]

Towards the Truth (2025) episodes 5-7

damn these bitches gay

[takaraphoenix]

One thing that's unfathomably funny to me is the fact that I have been fluent in English for fifteen years now, but somehow my brain keeps forgetting that when it comes to music.

Oh, someone is singing in English on screen? My brain goes blank and just hears ~music~. No, you speak this language, you understand the words, stop tuning it out as background noise.

Oh, I am really enjoying this song and I will scream along to it but just fully make up the words phonetically like I am eight years old again!! No, you speak this language, you should understand the words, stop singing gibberish and look up the lyrics, woman!

It's like my brain can't entirely grasp that understanding English also applies to music now, I am not a small child anymore who just accepts English music as inconsequential music because the words that are being sung have no meaning to me.

[10-59]

vlin doodle that got out of hand (+ lyrics from ladybug by the vines)

[crystalchimera]

They say my thirst's a problem They tell me to curb my appetite They say I can't keep myself from trying A bite of every person in sight

🥩🪚🩸🦇