music in the key of peace

songs I've been listening to a lot lately old and new

good songs I’ve been listening to :
get away - yuck
thinking about you - the big scary
chamber of reflection - Mac demarco
dissolve me - alt j
cobwebs- animal collective
street flash - animal collective
the purple bottle - animal collective
raspberry cane - youth lagoon
mute - youth lagoon
everything is happening so fast - mgmt
tiny dancer ( never gets old ) - Elton John
band on the run - Paul McCartney and wings
advanced falconry - mutual benefit
I just wanna die - FIDLAR
unfucktheworld- angel Olsen
post production - over the Atlantic
walkabout - atlas sound
oh Louie - Shannon and the clams
beetles - warpaint
liar - built to spill
Crimson and clover - tommy James and the shondells
I think it’s beautiful that you are 256 colors too - black moth super rainbow
skeleton key - Margot and the nuclear so sos
float forever - peace
jump into the fog - the wombats
what’s a girl to do - bat for lashes
last night at the jetty - panda bear
how can you really - foxygen
anemone - their satanic majesties second request
heartbreaker - girls
all die young - smith westerns
horse race - colormusic
the city in the sea - crystal stilts
Nancy from now on - father john misty
nightmare of you - I want to be buried in your backyard
tell me ( what’s on your mind ) - Allah-las
Bisou magique- melodys echo chamber
the sun was high - best coast
the hours - beach house
other people - beach house
sad girl - lana del rey
you and me - disclosure
she’s a rainbow - the Rolling Stones
im gonna crawl - led zep
punching in a dream - the naked and famous
Simeon’s dilemma - why
election - don dilego
never known love - thieves like us
bad kids- black lips
Billie holiday - warpaint
snow days - real estate
stop crying your eyes out - oasis
Caesar - Ty segall
one million lovers - the growlers
golden age - beach fossils
sleeping lessons - the shins
curse of curves - cute is what we aim for
ice hotels - dinosaur bones
daughters and empty space - the story so far
song for zula - phosphorescent
and many many many more

Virtuosa || Peter Parker

Prompt - Y/N is a piano virtuosa and an academic genius, and Peter has the biggest crush on her. He hears her playing in the music room and she catches him, and it’s all fluffy and cute. 

Warning - none, except cuteness and fluffiness!

A/N: this is gonna be so cute guys, you’re gonna love it! Although it’s gonna be really short.

not my gif

Originally posted by marveling-over-imagines

Peter was a pretty smart kid, he got good grades, he paid attention in class, but his mind could not even compare to the mind of Y/N. 

She was the real genius. 

She was mostly quiet during class, not paying attention and reading a book, or there’d be sometimes when he’d catch her drawing in her notebook. She didn’t need to pay attention, she was just that smart. 

She’d read books about biomechanics or neurology, and she seemed to be so engrossed in what she read that she’d never acknowledge the bell ringing. He found it endearing. 

He found everything about her endearing. 

Whenever he saw her, his heart would skip a beat, his face would flush a gentle red, and he could never help the soft grin that would etch its way onto his face whenever he saw her smile. 

Her smile was beautiful, it was perfect. In his mind there were no words to describe the girl that he was so helplessly in love with. 

But she was so far out of his league, the girl was only fifteen and already had a full ride scholarship to the university of her choice. She was already so far ahead of him and there was no way he could catch up. 

He fantasized about one day being the cause of that beautiful smile of hers, to be the cause of her melodic laughter, to just make her happy. He’s done some pretty risky things, he’s fought people who wanted to destroy him, he’s saved countless lives, but going up to the girl he so desperately admired? He could never. 

His daydreams would just have to stay daydreams.

The bell had just rang signaling lunchtime, he was in no rush to go to the cafeteria. His friend, Ned, was absent today and he had nobody to talk to. He walked slowly, dragging his feet. When he walks by the music room and hears the sound of a piano playing. 

Naturally, he was curious as to who was playing the piano so beautifully so he slowly opened the door to the music room. There, sitting on the bench of the large sleek black piano sat Y/N singing and playing a song that he recognized as ‘Ordinary People’ by John Legend.

We’re just ordinary people

We don’t know which way to go

Cause we’re ordinary people

Maybe we should take it slow

Her eyes closed as she sang, her fingers sliding over the keys so effortlessly. Her voice like silk in the wind, it made him feel a certain peace that he only felt while swinging through the city that he so valiantly protected. Undeliberately, he closed his eyes leaning on the frame of the doorway, being completely enthralled by the girl’s dulcet tone.

He was so engaged in her singing and playing that he wasn’t aware of the fact that Y/N had stopped playing when she realized that there was someone else in the room. 

“Peter?” She says.

Her voice startles him, his eyes jerk open and he’s suddenly thinking of ways to get out of the situation without embarrassing himself any further. 

“I’m s-sorry, I was j-just listening, I didn’t mean to- I’ll leave,” he managed to stutter out his words. 

In that moment he wanted to curl up in a ball and die, or maybe cry himself to death, anything was better than enduring this embarrassment. 

“No it’s fine, you don’t have to,” she assures him with a gentle smile, his heart might’ve escaped his chest by how fast it was beating. 

“A-are you sure?”

“Yes Peter, stay.”

His cheeks flushed pink when his name left her lips. 

“You know my name?” He asked, she looked at him weirdly. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t I? You’re one of the few people who don’t ask to copy my homework,” she chuckles, the ends of her lips tilting upwards at her joke. 

He couldn’t believe that she was actually talking to him, he wanted to pinch himself but decided against it. If it was a dream, he sure as hell didn’t want to wake up. 

Y/N slid to the left of the bench and pat the space next to her, signaling that she wanted him to sit next to her. He hesitated, but when he saw her waiting for him to sit he inched over to the bench and with minimal hesitation planted himself next to the beautiful girl.

She looked at him with wonder, she had always found him cute. 

She kind of suspected the fact that he had a crush on her. Whenever he’d be looking at her, she’d feel eyes on her, she’d turn to look and he’d turn away. It was more than obvious. 

He would get flustered around every girl, but around her is a completely different story. When he’s around her he can barely think let alone talk. She tried to ask him something once and he couldn’t even make eye contact afraid that she’d see the love in his eyes and the blush on his cheeks. 

She thought it was adorable. She thought he was adorable.

He watched her fingers dance on the keys, her eyes closed and lips singing a song.

“Do you play?” She asked him, it took him a few seconds to realize that she was asking him something. 

He snapped out of his daze, “W-what?”

She giggled. Peter’s heart fluttered at the sound. 

“The piano. Do you know how to play it?” Her lips curled up into a warm smile, and Peter could feel his sanity melting away at how much he loved this girl. 

“No, I don’t,” he mumbled, feeling almost ashamed that he didn’t play the instrument. 

“Perfect. Mind if I teach you a few things?” She asks giving him a questioning look, he shook his head. 

“No, not at all.”

She cracked her knuckles and positioned her fingers over the keys, clearing her throat before beginning to play. 

I’m just a little bit

Caught in the middle

Life is a maze

And love is a riddle

I don’t know where to go

Can’t do it alone, I’ve tried

And I don’t know why

She sang so beautifully. The song was different than the last one, this one was more upbeat and showtune-like. But he just couldn’t help but smile. It seemed as if that whenever she’d start to play, a smile would automatically replace the expression she had before. He loved that. 

Slow it down, make it stop

Or else my heart is going to pop

Cause it’s too much, yeah it’s a lot

To be something I’m not

I’m a fool out of love

Cause I just can’t get enough

She stopped, she genuinely wanted to show him a few things. She wanted to share her favorite hobby with the boy infatuated with her. They both knew that he’d never actually learn how to fully play the instrument, but it was worth a try. 

She talked him through the names of the keys, and other basics. He hung on to every word she said because she’d never talked to him this much, and he loved hearing her soothing voice. 

They’d joke around as Peter continuously messed up.

He had never talked to her as much as he was now, and she loved hearing him speak just as much as he loved her hearing her speak. 

They both played different keys on opposite sides and laughing at the discordant sounds, but when their fingers accidentally touched in the middle, she finally sees him from a new perspective. 

They turn to glance at each other, but their stares stay. She’s, for once, able to look at him. His features, how fluffy his hair looked up close, his pouty pink lips, his wonderful chocolate brown eyes. They were so close that Peter was afraid she could hear his heart beating wildly in his chest. 

‘God, he’s attractive,’ she thought. 

He couldn’t help the thoughts penetrating his mind, she was just so beautiful. He decided to make a move. 

He was ready to say something, to confess his love.

But the bell rang. 

With hesitation, she moved her hand from his and stood up grabbing her belongings. His lips contorted into a frown.

She turned to him, “Come on, don’t wanna be late to class now, do we?” She grinned. 

She waits for him and they walk out of the music room. Together. 

A/N: alright I know the ending sucked major testicles, I’m sorry, but it was cute. Right?

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean/Cas

Words: 1137

Warning: SPOILERS for Season 12, including 12x23

Coda Fic for 12x23. I couldn’t leave them like this.

Read it on Ao3.

Welcome to the final show

The worst part of it was the silence. Dean hadn’t noticed it before. But now it seemed to be everywhere, surrounding him. Silence where Crowley’s never ending snark used to be. Silence where Kelly’s screams full of pain had cut through the night air. Silence right where the soft voice of his mother had been seconds ago; her voice had been the first thing he forgot about her and now it seems like they had never talked enough, that he didn’t listen, like she was slowly fading away again.

Silence where Cas used to be. Not the sound of his voice, but his everything. That feeling whenever he was around; of comfort, of safety, of home. A feeling of belonging. Someone to call his own.

Now there is emptiness. They are all gone.

The earth beneath him is cold and wet; Dean barely notices it as his fingers trace the place where Cas’s wings used to be. He doesn’t dare to touch Cas. He is afraid what it might do to him.

He hears his footsteps before he sees him. Dean doesn’t turn around. He knows it is not Sam. He should be afraid of the thing that is slowly walking towards him but he no longer cares what happens to him next.

The Nephilim stops next to Cas’s body. He is naked. He is no child. There is a faint yellow glow around his eyes. Nothing about him seems human. When he looks down at Cas’s lifeless form there is something like curiosity in his expression; he doesn’t know death yet.

“He died protecting you”, Dean says. He can’t withhold the anger in his voice, doesn’t want to.

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The Sound of Your Voice (Min Yoongi)

Originally posted by byeoltan


“Hey, sleepyhead, what’s your name?”

Word Count: 1,039

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Light swearing??

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My Beautiful Beast (Darkiplier X Reader)

((Made one for Anti, so it’s only fair if Dark gets one.))

You were extremely nervous. You decided to take a walk by yourself today, just to relax. You made sure you had a water bottle and headphones so no one would bother you in your peace. 

However, you were bothered anyway. Over your own music, you could hear a piano tune. It was actually quite nice. You looked around, wondering where it was. Eventually you found yourself walking towards the back of an old cafe.

There he was, hands covered in deep red blood as he tenderly tapped the keys. He had his mouth in a relaxed smile, and you could see his vicious fangs resting against his bottom lip. His hair was lit on fire. He had a ripped, sleeveless flannel cloak.

And he looked too much like Markiplier.But as he opened his black and pink eyes, you knew this wasn’t Mark at all. This was his inner, his opposite.

His demon.

Dark sighed to himself as he stopped playing. You felt yourself blush when he started singing. “My head’s underwater, but I’m breathing fine. You’re crazy, and I’m out of my mind! Cuz all of me, loves, all of you~ Love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections. Give your all to me, I’ll give my all to you.”

He stopped to lick his hands clean. The way he did seemed so….Childlike, and very, very cute. Suddenly a butterfly flew near him. He giggled and you saw his bright flame turn yellow.

“I’ll name you Carl. Because it’s simple, and I like simple.” Dark began to purr at the small bug. You watched him fondly and leaned against the wall behind you. Dark hummed and looked up, completely freezing when he saw you. His flame turned gray and he fell on his back “HUMAN!”

You, of course, were startled by this. “S-shh, shh! It’s okay, honest!” You weren’t quite sure why him of all people feared you. But his wide eyes and unseathing claws were a dead giveaway.

“Your Darkiplier. I’m Y/N. I’m not going to hurt you,” You soothed, noticing the sharp knife in his pocket. You smiled internally at how many would fangirl about this. Dark slowly stood up again.

“Y-You aren’t going to hurt me….?” “I just saw you name a butterfly Carl. There’s no way in hell I’m hurting you.” Dark blushed a small bit, his flame returning to it’s normal color. “……. You said your name was Y/N, yes?” You nodded.

Dark kissed your hand, causing you to shiver. “Pleasure to meet you. Please, tell me about yourself.”

You explained to Dark that in all honesty, your life really wasn’t great. Sure, you had friends, but you never got to see them. Work/school was hard and tiring. You hated responsibility and society.

Dark began to look at you a bit strangely. Almost as if he wanted to ask you something.“…..Dark?” He dragged his foot along the concrete. “What if….Well, just……. What if I took you?”

You tilted your head in slight confusion. Dark noticed. “Allow me to explain.” Dark blew a gentle gust of hot breath at your neck. “I just marked you. You belong to me now. I can take care of you, and you’ll never have to worry about anything else ever again.”

You had never kissed someone so quickly.
Heavy Metal of my own: W. Kamau Bell explains why Living Colour's 'Pride' was just as potent as rap

I grew up in Hyde Park, a pretty nice section of Chicago. In high school, my friend Rob and I used to spend weekends eating out and seeing a movie. Then we’d wind up at Rose Records. Rob had money, so he bought cassettes of new albums for his car. That’s where I first heard Living Colour’s “Pride.” 

I went to a private school, and my best friends were into the Grateful Dead and Frank Zappa. I was a TV junkie, so I wasn’t up on all the music things I probably should have been. For example, Rob had to tell me Jimi Hendrix was black.

On one of those nights in late 1990, Rob bought Living Colour’s album “Time’s Up.” As we listened to it, I looked at the cover’s bright colors and strange symbols. The band inside was composed of four black musicians.

Which was strange, since the music was heavy metal. “Pride” was the third track, and all I could think was, “Black people play music like this?” But everything clicked. The music was as black as rap but in a different way.

“Pride” opens with a guitar that sounds like an electric razor. Then comes the driving bass, a thundering drumbeat and a wailing guitar. The voice on the lead vocal was strong but earthier than most metal bands. 

The verses are in a minor key: “When I’m feeling proud/You say I’m lazy/I look around and see the true reality.” But the chorus shifts to major: “History’s a lie that they teach you in school/a fraudulent view called the golden rule/A peaceful land that was born civilized/was robbed of its riches, its freedom, its pride.” [Read More]

Hi guys! I was recently diagnosed with ADHD. Because I wasn’t diagnosed until I was 18, I know how subtle the symptoms can be, and therefore how frustrating it can be. You can’t ever seem to concentrate, study, or be productive but you have no idea what is causing these obstacles. I’m obviously not an expert, but I figured it would be helpful for me to offer advice and share what has helped me over the years!

1) First and foremost, DON’T beat yourself up! This is the easiest trap to fall into. This truly will only make things worse! Accept your frustration, but don’t get angry with yourself to the point that you give up. Not only are you hurting yourself by giving up on productivity, but you’re also hurting yourself by having a low opinion of yourself. This low opinion will go from a circumstantial feeling to an ongoing feeling. It’s okay to not be perfectly productive all of the time. No one is!

2) Find a nice, clear, quiet, and comfortable space that WORKS FOR YOU. This seems obvious, but this is more important to find. I found myself going to the quiet floor of the library, assuming that that would be the most logical option. However, although it seems like a good choice, it simply wasn’t the best choice FOR ME. Experiment with your options!

3) Get rid of your distractions! Again, another obvious thing to do, but often the most difficult thing to do. Turn off your phone, get rid of miscellaneous objects that will distract you, turn off your computer, etc. One issue I find is that while I want to turn my phone off, I can’t because I need it to play music. If this is the case for you, I highly recommend turning your phone on airplane mode! And for the computer, I recommend turning the wifi off, that way if you feel tempted to go on the internet, you’ll have to make the decision to turn on the wifi and do so. Ideally, having this obstacle will help rid of the temptation.

4) Speaking of music, if you are musically inclined, this can be EXTREMELY helpful! I personally recommend instrumental music (Spotify has great playlists such as peaceful piano, peaceful guitar, etc.) Something else I find helpful is white noise. Sometimes, you just need silence. So if you find a playlist for white noise (also on Spotify!) and put in your headphones, it can feel as though you’re listening to silence. It’s a strange thought, but it is worth a try!

5) Take breaks! This is key. Oftentimes, you can get frustrated with yourself for not being able to concentrate. When this happens, take a step back and give yourself a break! Sitting there frustrated and upset yet trying to concentrate is honestly a lost cause. It’s okay to take short breaks when you need them.

These tips might not work for everyone, but if it helps even one person, I consider that a success! If anyone ever has questions, needs advice, or just wants to rant about their ADHD, please message me! I will help in any way I can! Thanks for reading!

Keys to My Heart

Hello my darlings!! I am so, so proud, and excited (and nervous) to finally share this with you all!! It is based on a post by @immortal-awesomeness. I am just in love with the idea of Cassian being any sort of musician, be it a singer, piano player, drummer ( @fuckyeahazriel ). So this one just called to me as soon as I read it. I hope you all enjoy! @propshophannah , This is it!! Tell me what you think!


The Commander wandered the halls of the House of Wind aimlessly. He wandered without a specific purpose in mind, seeing as he was alone, he found it quite restful. His heavy footsteps echoed in the halls as his introspective thoughts echoed through his mind. He was immensely grateful that the War was over and that he and his companions would hopefully get the peace they so deserved. Centuries ago, had he been asked what he sought most in life he would have answered the opposite. He had longed for the adventure and prestige of battle, but now he had nothing to prove. He had experienced the zeal of war, more than once and all the horrors that came with it. Now his heart desired quiet rest and security. .

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Making Her A Playlist 2

Just Friends (Sunny) - Musiq Soulchild
The Way - Kehlani ft Chance The Rapper
Diggin’ on You - TLC
If I Aint Got You - Alicia Keys
You’re Makin’ Me High - Toni Braxton
Dilemma - Nelly ft Kelly Rowland
We Belong Together - Mariah Carey
Mine - Beyonce ft Drake
Girl - The Internet
Just The Way You Are - Burno Mars
Bed Peace - Jhene Aiko ft Childish Gambino
P.D.A (We Just Don’t Care) - John Legend
Marry You - Donald Glover
Motivation - Kelly Rowland
In Those Jeans - Ginuwine
Soon As I Get Home - Faith Evans
Stay Ready (What a Life) - Jhene Aiko ft Kendrick Lamar
Your Love - Mick Jenkins
The Way You Move - NeYo ft Trey Songz & T-Pain
Balmain Jeans - Kid Cudi ft Raphael Saddiq

arandomgirliam  asked:

Coffee melodie!

I hope you like this, it was pretty fun to write since I need to practice my descriptive writing more haha

Rated T for minor swear

Lucy sighed as she rubbed her temple with the palm of her hand, head aching and eyes stinging with exhaustion and stress. 

She needed coffee. 

Well she needed about ten cups of it, but she only had about three dollars so she’d have to settle for one. Grabbing her books and shoving them in her bag, she made her way out of the library and through the campus to the nearest Starbucks. 

Finals could go fuck themselves at this point. She had two left and have no motivation left in her, and she just wanted to sleep for ten days. She honestly didn’t even know what time it was, but by looking outside she’d guess late evening, maybe nine. She laughed, finding it ridiculous she was getting coffee late at night, but she knew she’d be up for a while longer. Four A.M. was her bedtime now. 

Stretching her arms overhead as she walked through the music building-since it was a shortcut to the Starbucks- she paused, a faint noise catching her ear. It was soft sounding. Music, she thought, proceeding to slap her forehead because obviously it was music she was in the music building. And, before she really knew what she was doing, she started heading towards the sound. She didn’t think she knew the song, but it made her smile, something she hasn’t been doing much lately. 

She came in front of an open door, the melody clear now, the keys of a piano flowing together expertly, causing a wave of peace to fall through her body as she closed her eyes and leaned against the wall outside the room, unconsciously humming a tune to go along with it. 

She doesn’t remember ending up on the floor, but she didn’t mind. The floor was comfy. Her eyes didn’t seem to want to open as the exhaustion started to take over as she continued to hum along with the piano. She briefly wondered who was playing it, because she really wanted to know the name of the song. 

“..up. C’mon, wakey wakey.”

Jolting up at the sound, Lucy automatically went for a hit at whoever was invading her bedroom because well, it was her room.

Taking in her surroundings, Lucy quickly saw she was not, in fact, in her room, but on the floor of the music room with a pink haired stranger looking down at her in mild amusement. 

“Uh,” clearing her throat, Lucy flushed, embarrassed at having been caught sleeping in the hallway. She wasn’t even a music student. She hated finals. “Sorry.” Getting up, she grabbed her bag, ready to bolt out of there as quick as she could, but she remembered the piano and the song, and looked into the classroom hoping to see the mystery musician, only to find it empty. Frowning, she swung her bad over her shoulder, glancing back briefly at the stranger the see them looking at her with curiosity now. 

“What?” She didn’t mean to sound rude, but she was tired, her phone was dead, she had about three more chapters to cover for her exam, and worst of all she missed out on her coffee. 

“Were you the one humming earlier?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow. 

She turned to him, realization flooding through her. “Oh”, it was him. He was the one playing earlier. “Yeah, sorry if I was disrupting.” Her cheeks turned to a brighter red as she played with the ring on her finger, a nervous tick she developed over the years. 

The mans eyes went wide, hands shooting into the air. “No! No, it was nice. I’ve always wanted someone to sing my songs, but I’ve got a shit voice.” He grinned, right hand moving to scratch his head while the other tossed a bag on his shoulder. 

“I’m Natsu, by the way. Nice to meet ya!” He shot out his right hand, grin never leaving his face. 

Lucy couldn’t help the smile that formed on her own, his bubbly personality radiation off of him in waves that she couldn’t help it. 

“Lucy,” she grabbed his hand, something strange stirring in her. 

Whatever it was, she hoped that it would continue to grow. 

Here are some Kandreil headcanons for @archerons for the @kandreilnet fall exchange! Your blog is just so soft and lovely and calming, so I made some soft headcanons to match that. I hope you enjoy!

-In retrospect, Neil should have seen it coming.

-With Kevin’s past, all signs pointed to him being touch-starved, but Neil had just assumed that Kevin wanted to be alone with how often he sequestered himself in his room to watch Exy matches.

-Once Kevin joins in on his and Andrew’s relationship, though, Neil learns how wrong that assumption was.

-Now, when Neil joins him to watch Exy, they do so with their thighs pressed together close.

-The first time it happens, Neil assumes it was an accident and scoots away a little, but closes the gap and again and Neil figures it out with a small “oh”.

-Eventually they get comfortable enough that after about 2 matches Neil will lean his head on Kevin’s shoulder and and Kevin will rest his head on top of Neil’s.

-Or they’ll be laying on their stomachs and they’ll wrap their ankles together

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“Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol
#snowpatrol #latenight #piano #music #chill #nord #keyboard #pianist #musiclife #musician #keys #peaceful #night #bedtime #夜中 #ピアノ #ピアニスト #落ち着く #音楽 #ミュージシャン #寝る前 #goodnight #おやすみ (at Los Angeles, California)

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I can’t wait for it to be cold and finally hoodie weather  (*´꒳`*)

(Happy Birthday Tsukki ilu)

Romione 20 Day Challenge - Day 12

12. Favorite Ron/Hermione moment in the movies that was not in the books

He hasn’t had the chance to watch her so closely before.

Her fingers delicately rise and bend with the feel of the music, floating gracefully above the keys. He knows he should be watching them, that there’s a reason they’re sitting at the piano, that she’s playing for him, but he can’t look away from her.

He’s never quite realised just how beautiful she is. 

Her eyes are downcast as she concentrates on the piano, but unlike the usual level of concentration she has - when she’s furiously stressing over her books at school - this is a kind that’s calm, relaxed, peaceful. She’s free of all worry and trouble, for the briefest of moments she drowns herself in music. 

And he drowns in her.

He can see it: light freckles across her nose and cheeks, a small beauty mark under one eye, a tiny cut on the top of her lip… there’s so much to her, so much that he doesn’t know, hasn’t had a chance to explore, even after this long, and what he would give for a chance to do so.

She looks back up, her last note echoing in the air, and he looks away, the moment broken.

As he bangs at the keys in frustration, he wishes anything for the chance to watch her forever.


Summary: Alfred, the butler of the Kirkland Manor, is hopelessly in love with the master. 
Pairing: USUK
AU: Human, Master/Servant 
Rating: T
Words: 974
A/N: Requested by @myblackcamera ! Hopefully you like it! Thanks so much :)

Soft, melodious piano playing drifted downward into the kitchen, sweet and slow. Alfred sighed as he poured a cup of tea, the beautiful music sweeping him into a feeling of blissful calm and romanticism with each note.

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Song Shuffle Tag

I was tagged by @endlessraj, @annyvil, and @lanapowellblog to do this. Thanks, guys!

Rules: You can tell a lot about a person by the songs they listen to. Put your music player on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up. Afterwards, tag other people to do this.

  1. Brave - Moriah Peters
  2. Thumbs - Sabrina Carpenter
  3. Colors of the Wind - Tori Kelly
  4. Girl On Fire - Alicia Keys
  5. Treasure - Bruno Mars
  6. Hero - Sterling Knight
  7. Castle - Halsey
  8. Worth Fighting For - Emily Hearn
  9. Over anf
  10. Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran

I’m tagging @maggiegames @peace-coast-island @choochoochoosy @pixelbatsy @zaddysloan @michellenguyens @kittenmusicals @elenasanchez @wispadori and anyone else who’d like to do this.

Turn loose the mermaids(Part 22)

This whole chapter is cheese. Melted cheese. It’s like so cheesy Plagg would eat it. I almost regret it.

Thanks again to my beta @miracujess for putting up with me.

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Chat whirled around in record time, his eyes big as he looked at Marinette. God, how pathetic and desperate did he look? Extremely so, but he couldn’t give fewer fucks in that moment. Marinette didn’t look at him, her eyes still fixed on an invisible point on the wall, but her voice cracked with emotion.

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