#this song in particular actually

[dreamydelite]

Oh how could I face the faceless days If I should lose you now

[floweryred]

*Beatboxing begins*

Honey Honey Honey

Must be runny

In this Minecraft world

Honey Honey Honey

Always Spongey

In this Minecraft world

Oh Ahhhhhhhh-ahhh-ahhhh

All the things I could buy

If I sold all of this honey

In this Minecraft World

*Beatboxing ends*

[mx24]

And there ain't no way to sweep up the mess that we've made.

[demidevildonnie]

nothing in the world belongs to me, but my love, mine all mine

[distant-velleity]

絡みつく棘　回り出す時計 見張られてるさ　冷たい視線

between the Absolutely Beautiful choreo dropping back in april and the recent book 7 update, my demons with a background in dance (me) have been clawing at the walls so

behold, yu’s idol arc(???). i kinda want him to replace ortho as jamil’s part for their silly little Absolutely Beautiful cover, so that’s why the lighting is red and he has the mic, but. maybe im just delusional

~

this was my inspo but i think i hella diverged lol

and micless version

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@boopshoops @skriblee-ksk

[kindahoping4forever]

AshtonIrwin: Have you ever seen a professional musician in the studio? 😂 “THANK YOU CLEVELAND!!!”

[ravene]

Me when toxic sad fictional men (they are #relatable)

[no-light-left-on]

post-DotO Emily and human Outsider shenanigans, because their friendship needs more love. a little over 800 words

“How do I look?”

Emily looks up from her correspondence with the Duke of Serkonos to see the Outsider dressed in his new clothes. The shirt is of fine ashen grey silk, paired with deep blue pants and a waistcoat to match. He’s fidgeting again, his fingers toying with the corded loop of his top button, but he lowers his hands to let Emily take the whole look in.

She knew why she recommended her personal tailor to fashion the Outsider's new wardrobe for his inevitable introduction to the court.

The clothes suit him.

“You look stupid,” Emily says and the Outsider gasps.

“I will have you know that this style of embroidery and fine cording has a long tradition in Tyvia that predates the Empire of the Isles by centuries,” he tells her. “By incorporating it into the newest fashions of the Isles the people of Tyvia express their connection to their history and tradition while embracing the modern ways of life and cosmopolitanism of the Empire.” His back straightens and he rolls his shoulders back. The fine wool fabric hugs his chest perfectly and the silk of his sleeves falls over his slender forearms like waves of a stormy sea as it spills over into the Void. And yet the clothes make him appear much more human than the leather he wore back when he still was the Outsider.

Emily rolls her eyes. “Wow, you are nerdy and stupid.”

The Outsider’s cheeks flush with irritation and his top lip juts out. He is pouting. Emily chooses to forego teasing him about that.

“I thought you said you want to try something new?” she asks instead, diverting the Outsider’s attention from whatever lecture he had coming next about the importance of tradition and history of Tyvian folk motifs in aristocratic fashion. She vaguely remembers him speaking of it as she wrote a letter to Wyman while he decided how he should present himself to the nobles of Dunwall.

“This is different,” he says. “I’m wearing more colour than you could have ever possibly seen me don in the past.”

“Barely,” Emily shoots back. The blue of the fabric mirrors that of a clouded sky right after sunset. Variety, Emily thinks, is not something that she can expect from the Outsider’s wardrobe anytime soon.

Her tailor, bless her heart, does not say a word in regard to the insults thrown at the Outsider’s personal style and taste. “We can still adjust the fit,” she says, brushing over the differences between black and indigo or ash and slate grey that encompass all of the Outsider’s wardrobe. She’s heard enough on the topic from Corvo in her years at the helm of the royal boudoir. She provides no warning as she grips the strip of fabric at the Outsider’s back and pulls until the fit is snug and the Outsider startles and yelps. She pays him no mind, instead fixes the folds of the fabric fanning out over his backside.

Emily whistles. “Your waistline is incredible.”

“Thank you,” the Outsider says with a smug smile. “I hear narrow waist is popular with the older gentlemen of Dunwall these days.”

Both Emily and the tailor freeze.

“Do not,” Emily stresses, “ever say these words around me ever again.”

“I could fit the waistcoat to this size,” the tailor suggests in a desperate attempt to move the conversation anywhere that is not the Outsider’s subtle suggestion of sleeping with half of Emily’s court to gain their favour and support. “We can keep the clasp, too, but that is mostly seen as…” she weighs her words, “juvenile.”

“Leave it as is,” Emily tells her. “He’s going to fill out some, now that he has real food, and then you’d have to change it again. Save yourself the trouble, please.”

“Real food,” the Outsider mimics with a tinge of sarcasm. Juvenile, Emily thinks, is the perfect word to describe him after all.

“Yes,” Emily says. “You’ve only really eaten whatever in the Void Billie bothered to feed you with. And I would not ever dare suggest that to be real or proper meals, for the most part.”

“How would you even know what she fed me?”

“I spent a couple weeks with her. To call our eating habits proper meals would be an insult. Then again, your habit to eat only pastries is not to be considered a proper meal, either.”

The door opens, then, breaking the awkward air hanging over their little company, and Corvo walks in with a small collection of letters for Emily.

“Corvo,” the Outsider exclaims in way of greeting. “How do I look?”

Corvo does not spare him even a glance, instead passes by him to hand the letters to Emily.

“Stupid,” he answers after a beat of silence, and the Outsider pouts once more.

“I hate you,” he tells him, then turns to Emily, “both of you.”

Emily bursts out laughing.

[c-kiddo]

kind of love just rooting around in the taylor swift tag especially now that theres a new album coming out. like im most likely not even going to listen to it (maybe 1 song to see whats happening but even thats 50/50), i just like reading the weird drama and theories and pretending to be very easily satisfied with something so middling. a strange sense of brain-emptied peace and serenity floods over me. i love mundane things

[electrozeistyking]

so has anyone talking about this yet, or... cuz it was in that latest news video on the amazing digital circus. and uh... i took a screenshot of it.

[rewritingcanon]

scorbus is so cavetown coded and jalice is so tv girl coded and tedoire is so cigarettes after sex coded and lilysander is so hozier coded and yolly is so paramore coded and rosphia is so hayley kiyoko coded thanks for coming to my ted talk

[piningpercussionist]

HEEEEELP. HELP ME. HEEELPPPP. ME PLEASE

[From Kim's headset, songs off Blink-182's Enema of the State album can be heard.]

[fionnaskyborn]

Was tagged by @oceancamp to post my current five favorite songs! (They should invent a stages-of-grief-esque model that encompasses and accurately describes both types of anguish I had to go through making this list - the one of limiting myself to only five songs, and the one of trying to put as little videogame music on here as possible so that I don't end up looking like an absolute goddamn geek, which... I am... Oh well!)

Thank you so much for tagging me - here are the songs!

Heaven Pierce Her - War Without Reason

Tatsuro Yamashita - Love Space

This specific arrangement of Death And Republic + Meet Again

Winger - Junkyard Dog (Tears On Stone)

The Protomen - Light Up The Night

Is it courtesy to tag other people after you've been tagged in a post like this? If that's the case, I'll tag @spiralled-fury, @solradguy, @swamppossum, @five-by-five, @northstarring, @ineedmoredragons and @tbonechessor!

[starflungwaddledee]

"This is Home" by Cavetown is SUCH a Starstruck dee song

i didn't know this one, but the song is apparently literally about aromanticism (as well as asexuality, anxiety, and gender dysphoria), so i can definitely see it!

outside of that context, i rather like these lines for Starstruck in particular!

Get a load of this monster // He doesn't know how to communicate // His mind is in a different place Get a load of this train wreck // His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet But little do we know, the stars // Welcome him with open arms

thank you for thinking of her and sending this one in! i'm actually really touched by this! music is super super important to me and i spend a lot of time finding songs that suit characters and every tiny shift in their story arcs

i'm very guilty of hearing every song and thinking it's About The Character. so to think that other people are hearing tracks and thinking about starstruck as the character is so incredibly meaningful to me!

[dreamlanddoll]

Re-watching hazbin hotel rn with a fresh perspective and honestly??? A lot of the things people criticize it for are such small issues and at the very most issues that MOST good shows have. Like, the writing isn't perfect but it's so endlessly charming and fun and beautifully animated that it's really not as bad as people make it out to be.

[adamnsey]

Soft Shoulders, chapter 11 // Laundry Room - The Avett Brothers

hiiiiii guy <3 to commemorate the end of summer, here's a new chapter from my soft summery adansey AU <333 read it and weep (lovingly)