• Guns for hands sounds so cutesy??? Its so pure and beautiful ah
• ODE TO SLEEP
• holding on to you- just. I’m not crying you are-
• car radio taking ur breath away ladies n gentlemen
• The ‘aaaaaAAAAaaaahhhhaaaAAh’s at the end of be concerned
• slowtown aka i pUT MY SOCKS ON MY FEET
• slowtown though!! So pretty!!! So calming!! So
• I will mAKE YOU beliEVE you are loVELY *synths*
• last paragraph of clear and its repetitions
• lovely makes me cry im sorry
• the INTRO TO CLEAR
• forest!! Sounds!! So!! Good!!!!!! I mean
• i scream you scream we all scream cause we’re terrified,,,,,,,,..,, of whats around the corner
• DOOWn in the FOrest we’ll sing a chOrus
• the piano in Glowing Eyes
• fetus House of gold
• I-START-TO-PART-TWO-HALVES-OF-MY HEART IN THE DARK AND III
• the la-de-da-das in glowing eyes
• TELL OUR DAD IM SORRRYYY
• misheard lyrics aka ‘Youre an asiaaaaaaaaaaannnnn’
• im the son of all ive done. Imposter, been fostered
• I’m not going to talk about trees or I’ll cry
• I lied CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE BEAUTIFUL HARMONIES IN TREES
• the whole album is beautiful
• the entire fucking album is beautiful
56 AND REMUS AAHHH LIKE ONE OF THEM IS PLAYING THR PIANO AND THE OTHER IS LISTENING AND MAYBE ITS LATE AT NIGHT AAAHHHH
56. “Teach me how to play?”
Okay so this could either be a standalone thing, or it could be like part 2.5 of this
In the moonlight streaming in through the half closed curtains, Remus could see the tears shining on your cheeks as you slept. The usual relaxed expression you wore as you slept was gone, replaced by pain at the loss of James and Lily.
Sighing, he got out from beneath the blankets, being careful not to wake you as he made his way into the tiny living room of the cottage.
He barely noticed where he was going until he found himself sitting in front of the ancient piano by the window. It was second or third-hand, with a few ivory keys missing on the far left, but it still carried a tune well enough.
Remus tentatively pressed down a few keys, a quiet chord cutting through the silence in the dimly lit living room. Tears fell from his eyes onto the keys as he played slowly and quietly, his thoughts clouded by memories of two of his best friends.
After what could have as easily been hours to Remus as it was minutes to you, he turned and saw you leaning against the doorway. His heart broke for the hundredth time that night at the helpless look on your face. He opened his arms to you, and you sat beside him on the piano stool, burying your face in his neck.
“It would have been quick,” Remus whispered into your hair. “They wouldn’t have suffered for long.” He hated himself for saying that, as if it made anything better about his friends being dead, but what else could he say?
“They weren’t together,” you sobbed, clinging to his shirt. “Lily was upstairs with Harry, James was alone.”
“They’re together now.”
Without him telling it to, Remus’ hand went back to the piano keys, glowing ghostly white in the darkness. The soft music seemed to calm you, as your sobs quietened to muffled sniffles.
“Teach me how to play?” you asked quietly, looking up and meeting his eyes. He smiled softly, taking your hand gently and positioning it on the keys, before placing his own hand on top of yours.
You rested your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his free arm around your waist, watching as he moved your hand over the keys carefully.
“I love you,” you whispered, your eyes drifting shut as a yawn escaped your lips. Remus stopped playing the piano, turning to wrap you in his arms and press a soft kiss to your forehead.
百回目のキス - supercell he lied about death - stars hundreds of stories - in the heights soundtrack 花火 - aiko kirai na hito - 4yen some edit where someone overlapped the world was wide enough and 10 duel commandments from hamilton U & I - ailee Usotsuki - hatsune miku pavlov’s daughter - regina spektor glow (piano and strings arrangement) - guriri
Post-war mshenko, because it’s me, and that’s what I write. For @shepard-alenko
Shepard sat at the poker table amongst various pieces of a
model of the Crucible. About an hour ago, he had tuned out the soft whoosh and subsequent thump as Kaidan repeatedly activated his
biotics and jumped off the living-room hearth.
It was day four of this.
When Kaidan first set about trying to learn to float with
his biotics, Shepard had sat to watch. Quickly, he realized learning a new
biotic ability was no easy task, and Kaidan was dedicated to the pursuit. He spent about 6 hours on Thursday simply
standing next the piano, glowing blue. Shepard had patiently waited on the
couch, bringing pouches of juice every time it looked like Kaidan was getting
By day three, Shepard realized he could probably just leave
a bunch of juice sitting on the piano and go about his own hobbies, long as he
made an appearance in the living room every few hours to give Kaidan a kiss and hear all about how the Serrice Amp needed to be tweaked for better distribution
of blah blah dark energy blah.
The model of the Crucible had been Shepard’s personal pet
project: carefully constructing a scale replica of the vessel where he almost
lost his life was difficult, but also somehow an acknowledgement of what he’d
done to earn days of quiet bliss like this.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Kaidan trudging up
the stairs and grinned. Must have given up for the afternoon.
There was a loud thud
from the living room. Shepard started.
A moment later, Kaidan was trudging up the stairs again…
Shepard raced out to the living room just in time to see a
blazing-blue Kaidan vault over the railing from the gallery and crash to the
ok i kinda hate to do one of these things i guess but i have a severe lack of things on my dash soo,,, please reblog if you post
-Glowy aesthetic stuff
-Spacy aesthetic stuff
-Jake English in general
-Sweet piano tunes
and ill probably follow you yo