like i love my drum machine

Not to point out the obvious but growing up i was surrounded by top 40 music and i always took a liking to the club songs and then i turned 13 and was too pretentious to possibly like mainstream music and thats why i love industrial , the goth club beats that are really too special to my heart to even explain. The graveyard disco. The drum machine that represents me as a human. Cheesy but undeniably bopping

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Lmao I love 124. But with Ron/Pansy. Where Pansy says this. Can this be fluffy and like #CoupleGoals Pwease

Oh this one is spectacular lol. Especially when it’s that way round lol.

124 - Are you wearing my shirt?

‘No fucking way,’ Pansy’s voice rang out from behind him.

‘Problem babe?’ Ron asked, lifting the basket by the side of the washing machine up, dumping the entire load into the drum.

She approached him slowly, the squeak of her shoes against the linoleum floor of the washroom. He waited for the question he knew he’d get the second she’d risen from her pit.

‘You never had the balls …’ she was at his shoulder, her fingers running under the edge of the top he’d picked up from the pile on the chair in their bedroom.

Ignoring her, not entirely minding her fingers against his skin as they rubbed the fabric, Ron grabbed the detergent and fabric softener, pouring liberal amounts into the compartment and slamming on the machine.

‘Oh my god,’ Pansy all but squealed. Like she’d seen a cute kitten or puppy. ‘Are you wearing my shirt?’

He didn’t need to look down, he’d known it was hers the second he’d pulled it on, it was too tight to be his, especially over the chest, tufts of ginger chest hair sticking out of the suspect V that normally gave him a view of his girlfriend’s boobs.

‘Yup,’ he said turning, resting against the washing machine as it came to life. ‘Don’t mind do you?’

Pansy’s fingers ran through his visible chest hair and grinned. ‘I think your cleavage is sexier than mine.’

He raised an eyebrow at her and she only grinned wider. ‘No, maybe not. Close though, all that chest hair, rawr.’

He shook his head, his own smile slipping onto his face easily, pecking Pansy quickly on the lips before pushing past, basket under his arm as he head outside.

Pansy followed, because of course she did, and continued to stare at him as he took down the clothing already on the line. He could feel her eyes running over him, whether she was deciding on what question to start with or just enjoying the view of his admittedly impressive physique through a top clearly designed for women, he didn’t know.

‘So how did you wind up wearing my shirt?’ Pansy asked finally. ‘And you’d better not have stretched it, I like that top.’

‘You worried my tits are bigger than yours?’ Ron asked nonchalantly, shooting her a wink that only got a snort.

‘Please Weasley, one of the reasons you picked me up in the first place was my tits,’ she teased as she rested back. ‘Though I suppose that’s two things.’

Ron chuckled. ‘I picked it up by accident when I got up this morning. Had it on before I realised what I’d done.’

‘Why didn’t you take it off when you realised?’ Pansy asked.

He shrugged. ‘Who was gonna see? Besides, it’s not too bad.’

Pansy nodded and a wicked gleam shone in the morning sun. ‘Not wearing anything else of mine are you?’

He followed her eyes to his arse and laughed sharply. ‘No, I’ll leave the panties and thongs to you babe.’

‘Shame,’ Pansy said with a snicker. ‘I’ve got some orange ones that I think would work wonderfully with you pubes.’

That did it and Ron and Pansy burst out laughing in their back garden, drawing all sorts of attention from the elderly neighbours.

Ron didn’t care, the emblazoned letters of Hot Bitch on the front of the neon pink top looked sexy in the morning sun.

So I just watched C.S. Pacat’s livestream video on youtube and she mentioned listening to No Light by Florence + the Machine on repeat while writing the love scene in Prince’s Gambit and I thought ‘oh that’s and interesting choice. it’s probably because its such a moody and and intense beat. lots of drums. like heartbeats!’ so here I go listening to it again to give me a little refresher and I start to actually listen to the lyrics…….. 

You are the hole in my head
You are the space in my bed
You are the silence in between
What I thought and what I said

You are the night time fear
You are the morning when it’s clear
When it’s over you’re the start
You’re my head, you’re my heart

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day
You can’t choose what stays and what fades away

And I’d do anything to make you stay
No light, no light
No light
Tell me what you want me to say

Through the crowd, I was crying out
And in your place there were a thousand other faces
I was disappearing in plain sight
Heaven help me, I need to make it right

You want a revelation,
You wanna get it right
But it’s a conversation,
I just can’t have tonight

You want a revelation
Some kind of resolution

You want a revelation

Would you leave me,
If I told you what I’ve done?

And would you need me,
If I told you what I’ve become?
‘Cause it’s so easy,
To say it to a crowd
But it’s so hard, my love,
To say it to you out loud


You are a pipe dream - andreil fanmix

The Run and Go - Twenty One Pilots // Stay - Rihanna // Landfill - Daughter // Please Don’t Say You Love Me - Gabrielle Aplin // Runaway - Aurora // Pistols at Dawn - Seinabo Sey // Skulls - Bastille // Unsteady - X Ambassadors // Drumming Song - Florence + the Machine // I’ll Be Good - Jaymes Young // Heroes - Mika // Like Real People Do - Hozier // Home - Gabrielle Aplin // Flaws - Bastille // From the Ground - Sleeping at Last

i feel like a robot gone rogue

like I was supposed to not think

or feel

or love

but i did

and now liquid fire runs through my veins

and my heart beats in my ears louder than drums

and everything hurts

my eyes my bones my soul

it all hurts

and all i want

is to feel like a machine again

because at least then

i wasnt as broken

—  as a shattered mirror

Rules: List 10 songs you love right now and tag 3 people

Thank you for tagging me, @kaqueershi! And I really like this idea, so I put together a mini-playlist: [LINK]

  1. “Camelot” - Richard Burton (Camelot Original Broadway Cast Recording)
  2. “She Bangs the Drums” - The Stone Roses
  3. “Time Machine” - Robyn
  4. “Gymnopedie No. 1″ - Erik Satie
  5. “Somewhere Now” - Green Day
  6. “Electric Lady” - Janelle Monae (ft. Solange) 
  7. “Not Your Hero” - Emanuel Vo Williams & Cut One
  8. “Audition (Fools Who Dream)” - Emma Stone (La La Land
  9. “Skeletons” - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
  10. “Diamonds” - Rihanna

Tagging @wheeleranddealer @themagictreehouse @leslielemonlyman and anyone else who wants to do it (translation: literally all of my followers, you are tagged pls share music with me).


“It was one of our first writing sessions and RZA played me like a bunch of songs that he had kind of in one of his drum machines. Love + War jumped out at me, the chord progression was really, really strong and the vibe was really strong and I got a vocal idea probably instantly I think and I just went into the booth and did the hook.” (x)

That Drum Machine Ain’t Got No Soul || A Dave Strider mix

art from @boaillustration

I’m the bomb and about to blow up :-: that drum machine ain’t got no soul :-: you know I love the past ‘cause I hate suspense :-: we’ll leave our footprints on foothills and dance to megatropolis :-: 'cause 99 miles per hour, baby, is how fast I like to go :-: me and my different drummer, he play the timpanis :-: god only knows its getting hard to see the sun comin’ through :-: I confess to self-deception :-: my soul is a crowded subway train and people keep deciding to get on the next one that rolls through town :-: I heard you say, “not today”


don’t go without me - a foggy/matt mix // his shoulder blots out the stars and the minutes don’t stop. he covers my body with his but the minutes don’t stop.

i. yellow light - of monsters and men ii. you are in love - taylor swift iii. sinners - lauren aquilina iv. summer skeletons - radical face v. fools - lauren aquilina vi. sidekick - walk the moon vii. texas - magic man viii. sixteen, maybe less - iron & wine ix. drumming song - florence and the machine x. we will wake - seasfire xi. how do you feel today - gabrielle aplin xii. our song - the xx xiii. little talks - of monsters and men xiv. c'est la mort xv. faultlines - suede xvi. cold ground - love like birds

There’s a drumming noise inside my head  (It starts when you’re around)

@badpunning asked for a bellarke coffee shop AU for her birthday, because who doesn’t love a fluffy coffee shop Au? So this is what happened. Featuring musician!Clarke and barista!Bellamy. Happy Belated birthday! <3

Title from Florence + the Machine.

Clarke shrugs the guitar case from her shoulder, leaning it against the wall while she grabs her favorite stool from the bar, the familiar sounds of the coffee shop washing over her.

“Hey Clarke.”

She looks up with easy grin at her favorite devastatingly handsome barista, who’s smiling down at her from behind the cappuccino machine.

“Hey Bell. How’s tricks?”

He looks like he’s going to answer, but then he frowns a little. “You know that’s how people ask prostitutes how business is going, right?”

She just waggles her eyebrows at him and he rolls his eyes, leaning across the counter to push her shoulder, lightly. “Don’t you have songs to play or something?”

She sticks out her tongue, pushing back from the bar, bringing the stool with her.

“Make me a chai later?” she asks over her shoulder and he shoots her a quick thumbs up.

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