swing society

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111 guys who have ruined my life (in alphabetical order) - Robert Sean Leonard (58/111)

The repression which strikes down the libertarian rebel falls on everyone: everyone’s blood flows with the blood of a murdered Durruti. Whenever freedom retreats one inch, there is a hundred-fold increase in the weight of the order of things. Excluded from authentic participation, men’s actions stray into the fragile illusion of being together, or else into its opposite, the abrupt and total rejection of society. They swing from one to the other like a pendulum turning the hands on the clock-face of death.
—  Raoul Vaneigem, The Revolution of Everyday Life

little ghosts ✿ for those days i rather be a ghost; a spooky mix||listen!!

→  your shadow follows me all day making sure that I’m okay and we’re a million miles away

01. bodies - smashing pumpkins 02. this is halloween - panic! at the disco 03. salvia plath - teen suicide 04. miss murder - afi 05. ghost busters - skinny liver hopkins 06. forever halloween - the maine 07. spaceship - 100 monkeys 08. cemetery drive - my chemical romance 09. jeepers creepers - secret swing society 10. goodnight, socialite - the brobecks 11. the moon song - karen o 12. carousel - melanie martinez 13. bloodsuckers - johnny hollow 14. kill kill - lana del rey 15. dragula - rob zombie

i’ve had the idea to draw this pair of nerdy besties in cute co-ordinated swing dance outfits ever since i saw this particular strictly come dancing performance (they were both wearing glasses and i was liike…dang i have an idea!) and now i finally have done it. i like to hc that they were in a swing dance society at uni together or somethin’

moffie made the skirt and bows herself. brains just agreeably put on whatever she threw at him.

nocturnalnoelle  asked:

For the apartment AUs I'd love 'My iTunes picks up your iTunes and I’m not trying to be rude but are you ten years old?’ AU (or one that is not on the list but I feel like it should be: fighting with wifi names ala harpygolarky (.) tumblr (.) com/post/25633638696/argument-using-your-wifi-names) AU)

Sorry it took so long, but writing this was a great fluffy way to take a break from my BB! Hope you like it!!

EDIT: I AM HIDEOUSLY EMBARRASSED BUT I ANSWERED THE WRONG MESSAGE AND THIS WAS THE ACTUAL PROMPT: “‘I was deliriously tired last weekend and thought it was you making all that noise so I wrote you a rude note stating that you can’t get away with being noisy just because you’re super hot’”

I am sorry Noelle. I am sorry to the anon who actually sent me that prompt. I am going to go crawl into a hole and cry for a while nbd. 

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To the resident of apartment 107:

Kindly SHUT THE FUCK UP. Jesus fucking Christ! It’s bad enough that you work from home and only go out to get your mail in those really fucking tight t-shirts doesn’t mean you can just invite every person you know to your tiny apartment with thin walls and ruin everybody else’s night. You may be hot and popular but I don’t give a shit!

At least play something good. Your obsession with The Red Hot Chili Peppers disgusts me.

- Your neighbor

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Bucky feels really bad about it in the morning.

Mostly because it was apartment 109 making the noise.

(He knows this because he watches as their landlord unceremoniously kicks their asses out on Saturday morning, since they’ve done nothing but trash the place since they moved in.)

Bucky needs to move now, right? That’s the only course of action. He’s gotta leave forever, and never think about this place or his neighbor’s pectorals again. Even if they’re really nice pectorals, so thick and juicy that they practically need a bra—

No Bucky. Stop your sinful thoughts.

When he finally drinks enough coffee to fuel his body after the night he had — working well into the morning on Stark’s new energy-efficient city greenhouses, which are awesome, but also take a lot of his overtime hours, followed by the loud party from hell — he quits surfing Zillow for new listings, and heads down to the mailboxes.

He thought it would be safe.

“Morning,” 107 says as he walks in behind Bucky.

Bucky jumps, dropping his stack of mail, making an undignified noise that sounds like, “Nuargh.”

“Sorry!” 107 says, dropping to his knees as he gathers Bucky’s meager pile. He hopes there’s nothing embarrassing in there. (Of course, his latest issue of Popular Science is on top of the pile with Smithsonian Magazine below. His cover is blown, and now 107 knows that he’s a huge nerd. Fuck. Well, it’s not like he was gonna fuck him anyway, but it would have been nice to maintain the illusion.)

(He also tries not to notice how 107’s shirt is a little baggier than usual, and if that’s Bucky’s fault, he’s done the world a disservice.)

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