music playing in the distance

anonymous asked:

So, where is each of the egos favorite places in the world? Maybe include peevils and anti if you have the chance?

Doc–cool, clear lakes where the breeze ruffles his hair a bit, and the sunlight glints off the water

Host–quiet libraries where the smell of dust and old books permeates his mind as he writes

Ed–slow walks through the woods on a bright, summer day with the smell of rich earth and tree sap

Silver–on top of high buildings late at night, looking down at the streets below, where the cars wind in glowing paths beneath him

Wilford–under the stage lights, always a little too warm, with the swell of applause and the excitement of a good performance

Google–wide open spaces where he can see for miles and miles, water on the horizon and music playing in the distance

Dark–a silent, dark place where there is no light or sound to assault his eyes or ears and where he feels comfortable

A Shitty Description of Gorillaz Albums

Self Titled: Stoner music. The smell of weed clinging to everything that you own. Jamming with your friends in your parent’s garage. Bloody noses. Bruised knuckles. Shitty arcade games from the eighties.

Demon Days: Edgy. Drawing on your sneakers with sharpie. Chain smoking. Old zombie movies. Dance music tinged with murder. Being suicidal but seeing the beauty in living.

Plastic Beach: Being shipped to summer camp. Sunlight burning you to a crisp. Old tubes of paint. Music playing far away in the distance. Sand beneath your toes. Sun burn.

The Fall: Mid November. Being stuck in a hotel room in a city that you’ve never been to. Smoking on curbs. Crying but you don’t know why. Pills making your mind go blurry. Feeling numb all the time.

Humanz: Vibrant. Mid July. Drugs, but quality drugs that make you fuzzy for hours. Fancy bar cocktails. Hickeys. Waking up in a stranger’s bed. The scratchy sound that old records make. A TV just buzzing with white noise. Knowing all the lyrics to songs that you’ve never heard. Lipstick. Tights.

A Simple Suggestion

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Originally posted by akumatisedmari

So I had a dream last night. A dream that Ladybug and Chat Noir moved out of their homes into a studio apartment together so they could be around each other and get to akuma attacks quickly and always be alert.

But they never detransformed. They were always suited up and just lived together like two best friends and kept the city safe.

@philosophy-and-coffee said it’d make a neat fic idea and had a few cute ideas to add on to it, so…naturally, I wrote it. 

A Simple Suggestion
Summary: Breaks from patrol often allow time for Ladybug and Chat Noir to talk and be themselves. But when a silly joke starts to seem all that…well, not silly, the two find themselves considering something neither of them had ever before: moving in together. 
The tricky part is still keeping their identities a secret.
Rated: G (might change to T later)
Pairing(s): Ladybug/Chat Noir

Chapter 1 - A joke
Word count: 1,464
Read on: ao3 

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It had started out as a joke.

Chat Noir had thrown the idea into the air one night when they’d taken a break from patrol. The city was quiet, the breeze that danced through the open sky was refreshing, and the laughter that had accompanied his voice had made Marinette smile all too wide.

“What if we moved in together?” he’d asked with a nervous twitch of his tail. “I’ve been preparing to move out for a while, but…I don’t know. Something about the thought of living alone makes me nervous.”

“You mean-” Marinette’s eyes widened. “Us? Move in together? Like, Ladybug and Chat Noir living together?”

“Yeah,” Chat laughed. “What if?”

At first, she’d given her partner nothing more than a chuckle and a dismissive pat on the shoulder, shaking her head at the simple notion. It had been such a funny thing for him to suggest that the giggles that rose from her throat had been all too hard to suppress. Even if she secretly didn’t despise the idea, she knew it would never work out.

“How would we even manage that?” she asked, swinging her legs over the ledge of the apartment complex they had paused upon and taking in a breath of the atmosphere. She could detect a small hint of food cooking somewhere, and in the distance music played, which added to the comforting ambiance of the city she adored so much. “We’d just walk around in our own home transformed, like it was a completely normal thing?”

Chat Noir offered a shrug, looking a tad sheepish. “Hah, yeah, I guess that does sound kind of stupid.”

A frown replaced Marinette’s smile, and she felt a small hint of guilt for her previous comment. “Well,” she said in an attempt to fix her blunder. “I don’t know about stupid…”

“It would probably be weird,” Chat continued, “and awkward at times…and it wouldn’t be easy…”

Marinette nodded.

“…but I dunno,” he sighed, shifting his gaze. “Part of me thinks we’d be able to make it work.”

Allowing the thought to process, Marinette tapped her finger along the aged paneling of the roof they sat atop, teeth nibbling on her bottom lip as she sought for a reply.

Would they be able to make it work?

After all, she’d been thinking about moving out of the bakery soon due to space, and she didn’t like the idea of living alone either…and Alya was already sharing an apartment Nino…

“Maybe,” Marinette said, a hint of humor in her voice. “But we’d be together all the time, and I can’t exactly picture myself cooking dinner wearing a skin-tight suit. Even if it would protect me from burns.”

Chat supplied a small snort of laughter at her statement. “I guess that’s a bonus. Would living together be so weird, though?”

Marinette opened her mouth to answer with a “yes, of course!”, but paused as she couldn’t exactly find an explanation why it would be so odd for them to live together under those circumstances. Sure, it’d feel a bit off to walk around an apartment with her suit on, but by now Marinette was used to wearing polka-dots for long hours. She felt more natural in her transformation than she ever had five years prior when she was fourteen, freshly new to the world of superheroes and saving the city, and for a brief second the thought that maybe Chat’s idea wasn’t such a stupid one passed her mind.

It would be a hell of a lot more convenient for the both of them. They wouldn’t have to worry about when the other would show up during akuma attacks, or struggle going through a battle alone while one of them was on their way.

(Or, on the rare occurrence that a certain Ladybug slept in late during a rather difficult akuma attack, Chat Noir wouldn’t have to suffer through another hour of holding a violet butterfly within his paws and panicking over what he should do with it.)

A small grin twitched at the corner of Marinette’s mouth before a second thought passed her mind, causing the hint of a smile to fall.

She knew Chat Noir was dying to get out of his house. Nineteen years old and still suffocating under the watchful eye of his parents (parent?), Chat often expressed his sorrows about his home life with a forlorn sigh. Though he never delved too deeply into personal details, Marinette could tell just by the carefully worded sentences that he was having a difficult time staying happy in the house he’d lived in since he was a baby.

And, although she couldn’t relate, Marinette did feel for her friend. There were often times where she had considered begging Tikki to let them reveal their identities to each other just so she could take Chat Noir to the bakery and gift him a place to live that he looked forward to coming home to.

(Too many nights had she found Chat patrolling the city when there hadn’t been a scheduled patrol, after all.)

And now the words were on the tip of her tongue; the confirmation she knew her partner was secretly hoping for notwithstanding the fact that he was writing it off as a joke.

A joke that tugged at his lips in a sort of dejected smile that did not—would not—reach his eyes.

“I wonder how that would work,” Marinette whispered, eyes falling to the city streets below, where cars trailed lazily down the two-way street in a pale river of yellow lights. “Maybe we could make it work.”

One of Chat’s velvet ears twitched against his shaggy blond hair, and his eyes met hers for a fleeting moment. Even in the second of shared eye contact Marinette could see the tiny spark of hope that glowed within them, and she couldn’t stop the smile that began to spread across her face.

Maybe they could move in together. Sure, she’d have to talk to Tikki about it first, and they’d have to find an inconspicuous apartment in the middle of the city together, and it would wouldn’t be easy…

But…

But…no. That was just silly.

A silly, silly idea. It wouldn’t work out. How would they keep their identities secret? How would they be able to live life as normal civilians and go about their daily duties—work, university, grocery shopping—without revealing themselves?

You’ll never know until you try, a little voice peeped in the back of Marinette’s mind. What could be so bad about it?

What could be so bad? Well, they could accidentally come home destransformed, or sleepwalk in their pajamas, or both walk up to the front door at the same time without their suits on, or, or-

Or…what?

All of those situations could easily be avoided. They could set rules. Marinette could make masks so they wouldn’t have to be transformed all of the time, or they could turn out the lights every now and then. Or maybe they could set certain days where they would stay transformed so they could hang out.

Huh…the whole idea was beginning to seem a lot simpler than it had been three minutes ago.

Yeah, Marinette replied to the earlier thought, what could be so bad?

She knew of plenty of things that could be bad, as her anxiety had ways of creating the most outlandish situations. For now, however, she ignored them.

Looking over to Chat Noir, Marinette smiled, giving his back (which was slumped over in a sad sort of way) a gentle pat. He responded by sitting up straight, a question on his lips and hope in his gaze, ears perked up in interest. They stared at each other for a breath or two before Marinette exploded into a fit of laughter, her stomach clenching with the force of of her chortle.

Chat flinched at first, obviously surprised by her sudden outburst, but a second later he joined her in the ocean of giggles that had flooded between them. His smile was so wide that Marinette could see the white glint of his teeth and lovely crinkles around his eyes, as well as the shake of his shoulders and a single tear—whether it be from laughter or relief—that slid down his cheek.

And that was how Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Ladybug, nineteen-year-old baker’s daughter found herself transformed and heaving box after box into a two-bedroom apartment smack dab in the middle of Paris a month later with a black cat trailing just a step behind her, placing a few of his own boxes on the wide, empty wooden floor.

It had been a crazy, crazy idea.

But sometimes, Marinette knew, the craziest of ideas were the best of all.

okay so who wants to hear about the pearl bus driver dream i had in like, 2015

it’s a short story but it’s a fuckin wild ride

so like the dream started out normal

i got up for school, ate breakfast and ran out to the bus

but then when i got on the bus. pearl was there. in the driver’s seat

i was confused but i didn’t ask any questions about it

then i looked at the seats. the bus was full of cartoon characters. i remember seeing gumball watterson, the powerpuff girls, and pinkie pie

i sat in the back next to wander from wander over yonder

and he was like “hey do you like school” or something. and i was like “bitch no”

and then suddenly the bus bursted into flames

and pearl turned her head around 360 degrees and her eyes rolled into the back of her head

and she death screamed “BUCKLE UP FUCKERS AND PREPARE TO DIE”

and then the bus went into maximum warp overdrive and the sonic CD american boss battle music was playing in the distance like a fucking battle horn in war. and pearl was laughing. she was laughing evilly

and then we anticlimactically crashed into a tree. and the bus bursted into flames again. and then everybody died. and then i woke up

🔷 Irises

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

Summary: You and Yoongi hate each other but somehow you still have feelings for him. 

Pairing: Painter!Yoongi x reader

Genre:  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) u kno 

Words: 5k 

A/N: I really like ‘enemies to lovers’ fanfictions so I decided to write one. I hope you like it. I apologize for any errors.


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every fallout trailer ever: cheery advertisement or music playing on an old television screen or radio as the camera slowly zooms out to reveal the Dark Bad landscape of the wasteland, music still plays, echoing off in the distance. War. War never changes. power armor. fuck a deathclaw. get dirt up your ass. Fallout ⚡️

Guest: Part 3

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There were a lot of other couples on the dance floor but, in the moment, it felt like you were the only ones. You awkwardly reached out your hand to place it on his waist and he snickered, taking your arms and sliding them up around his neck.

“S’not prom,” he said, “You can hold me proper.”

Originally posted by harrysimpact

You walked through the grass down toward the dock which overlooked a perfectly calm lake, currently illuminated by moonlight. Your shoes began to sink into the soft ground so you stopped, took them off, and continued to walk barefoot.

Once you reached the dock, you could no longer hear the laughter and joyfulness from the wedding party behind you and the air around you was incredibly still. You dropped your shoes down on the wooden planks and leaned against the railing, trying to catch your breath and process what had just happened.

This wasn’t what you had been expecting when you invited Harry to this wedding. It didn’t matter if you were attracted to him or if he made you feel comfortable and you enjoyed the ability to be yourself around him. You had just wanted to have a good time at the wedding, maybe get to know Harry a bit better, and then call it a night and have nothing change. Something had changed; it had already changed. The moment Harry made a move in your direction, things had changed. You could blame it on him being a bit drunk, but you knew him enough to know that he was still very coherent when he was drunk. The move to kiss you – at least, that’s what you were fairly sure he had been aiming for – wasn’t done out of drunkenness. Harry had been very aware; you could see it in his eyes.

You heard shoes clomping on the dock behind you a few minutes after you had arrived and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who it was.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, not even bothering to turn around, “I didn’t mean to run out on you.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Harry lean on the space of railing beside you and stare straight ahead.

“S’okay. It was gettin’ pretty warm in there.”

“I wasn’t that warm,” you muttered.

“You felt pretty warm to me.”

Your stomach jolted and you swallowed the rising bundle of nerves that were inching themselves up your throat. You couldn’t look at him – it seemed to be a running theme for that night – you would break if you did.

“Harry, I – “

“M’sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” he cut in.

“No, you didn’t,” you sighed, finally turning so you faced him, “You didn’t do anything, Harry. This whole thing…this is my fault. I asked you to come here with me and then I freaked out when you tried to get closer and I had no reason to, and I’m sorry. I probably gave you the wrong impression and that’s on me.”

“What impression were you tryin’ to give me?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling the chill air of the evening for the first time.

“I don’t know. I didn’t want you to think that I had asked you to the wedding because I was expecting anything from you other than friendship, but I think that…might have gotten lost somewhere on that dance floor.”

Harry turned and rested his back on the wooden railing, pursing his lips a bit and staring back toward the tent. Finally, after a few moments of silence, he spoke again.

“I really like you.”

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the ghost in the machine

BUT WHILE IM ON THE TOPIC
I have played undertale A LOT. I’ve gone through the game so many times, looking for every little bit of knowledge or secret info that I thought I missed, and what do you know.

please tell me everyone else saw this fucking thing in the true lab
the HEART IN THAT CONTAINER????

* [puts on tinfoil hat]

i’m willing to bet that’s chara’s soul tbh, AND that it’s powering the CORE.
Human souls don’t vanish on death right? And we can see from the example in game (SPOILERS: azzie) that absorbed/combined souls don’t shatter when UNcombined/let go/freed/ whatever. They’re free to do whatever, unless contained.

Working hypothesis: Chara’s soul did not disappear when Asriel fell down in the garden. Gaster captured and used Chara’s soul to create and/or power the CORE, where Chara’s DT gave the CORE it’s unusual timeline altering abilities (including the power to erase gaster from existence/memory), and the CORE itself kept Chara’s soul dormant, much like the soul containers you see before the battle with Asgore.

( I say that it was gaster and NOT alphys because though the true log files mention the queen leaving, Alphys doesn’t KNOW Toriel, or recognize her on sight. It would keep character interactions consistent, as well as being fully explained within the game’s current canon. I’m not even going to TRY to get into the theory of “mixed authorship” of the logfiles, even though I personally like that theory, because it’s really complicated and I… dont want to look up sources right now. BASICALLY the theory states that the author of the logfiles up til 8? i think? (And seventeen, of course.) were Gaster’s writing, and that after he was retroactively erased from existence Alphys came in as the royal scientist and had to fill in the blanks of what he was working with, cue her inexperience with DT and its extended/slow acting side affects on monster bodies. ANYWAYS……)

This is also how Chara acts as the narrator/flavor text for Frisk, I think. The CORE filled the underground with light, right? They’re literally with you everywhere you go. Frisk’s Determination- the similarity between their souls- is what “woke” chara up initially, while their connection to the ENTIRE UNDERGROUND is why they can tag along with you through your journey. … And it’s also why they can’t follow you when you leave. Their soul is still trapped in the machine. And it’s why they can instigate a TRUE RESET when nobody else can. 

(additionally, and this could just be me rambling: Chara’s soul powering the CORE could provide reason as to why the former six humans could not RESET or SAVE, where you CAN. Chara’s soul was still dormant at the time of the other humans’ passings, and they could not interfere. I mean, they say they only woke up once YOU fell down, so it’s a pretty solid guess. Follow up: They use YOUR determination to save and reset, giving you the power to change fate. You are able to do this Because Chara is helping you. You’re partners. Even in pacifist. ESPECIALLY in pacifist.)

OH!! Another thing I almost forgot to mention. In Hotland, on the “CORE approach” screen, where you see the core in the distance. The music that plays in the background? It’s the same music that you hear at the end of a genocide run when Chara talks to you. It’s a slowed down, distorted heartbeat. 
Might not mean anything, but. :^) It’s pretty unsettling, right? 

Man, what is it with royal scientists and fucking over royal kids?
Chara’s the ghost in the machine, and Asriel’s stuck as a flower. Jesus.
I wonder if that’s why the gaster follower asked if alphys would end up the same way as him…?
That’s pretty chilling.

Seventeen as things Ive texted the one friend I have this week
  • <p> <b>Seungcheol:</b> I said "yaaasss daddy" out loud and i think my family heard<p/><b>Jeonghan:</b> I aint saying ur a furry im saying u could easily become one under the right circumstances<p/><b>Joshua:</b> This is the most lit anime opening ever<p/><b>Jun:</b> This mascara commerical said "clump free eyelashes" but i thought they said cum free eyelashes and i choked<p/><b>Soonyoung:</b> How did i get to the point in my life where i cry while licking fallen whipped cream off of my earbud wires<p/><b>Wonwoo:</b> I was in the bathroom and the light went out and instead of freaking out i just silently accepted my own death<p/><b>Woozi:</b> Gimme their names and adresses ill throw the wheelchair at them what the fuck wrong with them<p/><b>Dokyeom:</b> Whenever i feel sad i play the Hamtaro theme song<p/><b>Mingyu:</b> Idk what this pastry that i was just given is called but it saved all my husbands and children from our burning house<p/><b>The8:</b> My emotionless ass is crying<p/><b>Seungkwan:</b> I bought myself a coke. This is what self comfort is<p/><b>Vernon:</b> *sad music plays in the distance as i realize im gonna have to shave my legs*<p/><b>Dino:</b> Girl guess who almost fell again<p/></p>