#endless tunes

[todayontumblr]

Thursday April 13th.

ffs neil will you stop banging out those damn tunes. it's the morning, for pete's sake

We won't ask you again, Neil—we have work first thing tomorrow and it is a big day at the office: we are presenting a keynote pointpower slideshow for the big cheese over at HQ to increase optimum brand synergy across all departments ahead of this upcoming 5th annual quarter in review, and we are getting pretty sick and tired you and that f*cking keyboard playing Clair de Lune (badly) on what you have apparently decided to be your very own live IRL ten-hour loop from early evening through the night until the break of day, because you are a rat, and rats are, of course, nocturnal!! 

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It all began on April 13th, 2006. Neil's alarm went off at around 7:30pm, just as the human world was winding down for the day. He sat on the edge of his bed, yawned, stttrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetcchhed, cracked his fingers, and got to work. He tucked his tail beneath him and took his place at his grand, multi-colored piano, and began to play. And my goodness did he play. As if possessed by the spirits of the maestros of old, Neil's claws flowed up and down the keys in a manner not dissimilar to the ebb and flow of the oceans themselves. No one could believe their ears on that day, almost 20 years ago: after so much early promise, so much self-destruction, torment, and pain, Neil finally accomplished what so many knew he could do if only he could find it in himself to achieve it: he began banging out the tunes.

Only this was something of a pandora's box. It is, as we saw, nearly 20 years later—and Neil continues to bang them out with a vengeance, regardless of whether we have to be up early for work in the morning.  

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It is April 13th, 2009. Neil continues to play, enraptured by the majesty of the melody expressed by the delicate touch of claw on key in primary-colored plastic. As Neil reaches the end of the day's performance, a young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that this is the young man's birthday. Though it was thirteen years ago he was given life, it is, inexplicably, only today he will be given a name.

His name is John. As was previously mentioned it is his BIRTHDAY. A number of CAKES are scattered about his room. He has a variety of INTERESTS. He has a passion for REALLY TERRIBLE MOVIES. He likes to program computers but he is NOT VERY GOOD AT IT. He has a fondness for PARANORMAL LORE, and is an aspiring AMATEUR MAGICIAN. He also likes to play GAMES sometimes. 

As day dawns, Neil closes the fallboard upon the keys of his instrument for another year. John goes to retrieve his arms. And the rest, as they say, is history.

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It's April 13th, folks. You know what that means: it's time for #homestuck and #neil banging out the tunes.  

Go bananas x

#today on tumblr #homestuck #neil banging out the tunes #john egbert #neil #the perfect team #piano maestro #tunes #endless tunes #4/13 #413 #homestuck 413 #neil 413 #its finally here #the big day

[cartwheelapple]

poster I made for the c!aimsey finale (22 september | 7:30 pm bst >:))

#c!aimsey #hope for an endless sunset #sunshipduo #aimsey fanart #LOOOK I DID A THING!!! #best comission EVER AAAHHH #im so excited for friday everyone TUNE THE FUCK IN!!! #apple's cool and awesome art

[im-not-reallyhere]

imagine hob and johanna somehow finding each other and becoming friends before dream escapes the fishbowl to meet with hob and once he does escape, jo is one of (the first?) human he comes across in the waking and she instantly learns his name bc of hettie. now imagine dream going to his meeting with hob and STILL not telling him his name (he forgot, hob didn’t ask, etc.) so jo and hob meet up for their weekly drinks sesh and jo is telling hob about her latest exorcism and how dream of the endless shows up etc etc, hob is sympathetic to her story like “yeah, this all powerful personification of the collective unconscious IS a dick” and bc dream is trying to be a better friend he has tuned in to when hob is thinking about him so he shows up to the new inn to surprise hob but instead he hears hob absolutely ragging on him and doesn’t know what to do with himself now. (this could go really angsty really quickly with a huge misunderstanding going on or it could go the comedic route of hob finding out his strangers name right after saying he’s a dick and having to turn back to jo and immediately take back everything he just said (jo is v aggravated that hob is so taken with dream already, she wanted to bitch for a bit longer))

#dreamling #the sandman #dream x hob #dream of the endless #hob gadling #johanna constantine #i just think it’d be funny how fast hob changes his tune when he sees dream #sorry jo but dream has (1) defender and that’s hob gadling

[scribefindegil]

Rosettes Appliquéd: 8.6%

#hubris quilting #fine-tuning the turned-under seams is another good use for my favorite bone folder! #its utility is endless

[any-apples]

guys this is so backwards. the whole east (pens, red wings, caps, isles, flyers) are like trying to crawl away from the playoffs. like. the flyers lose to montreal, then chicago, then the isles, then buffalo AND THEY'RE STILL IN A PLAYOFF SPOT because the caps don't want it and the red wings don't want it. the pens haven't played like they actually want it. and the flyers sure as fuck haven't played like they want it.

all of these teams are running away from these spots. like full on sprinting. and the hockey gods just pick them up by the backs of their shirts and drop them right back into the spot and laugh at them and their suffering.

fate is gonna drag us in kicking and screaming. wild shit.

#flyers lb #the turtle derby continues #which unfortunate team will make the playoffs?? #stay tuned #flyers #philadelphia flyers #eastern conference wildcard race #making me want to die! #hockey gods are cursing these teams to endless hope and suffering #hockey gods

[the-darklings]

in part 7 when dream gives wanderer the pebble, he never really answers “why now?” it’s been ~100 years since he made the promise!! is it just because she once again didn’t call for him when facing the demon?

because he loves her, and seeing how little she's willing to rely on him when she's in clear danger (a demon, who was dragging her to hell, no less) breaks his heart, especially the fact that she's more reliant on one of his creations instead. he envies the fact they're so comfortable and have such deep trust between them. has he truly failed her so badly that he doesn't even cross her mind when being tormented?

#does he acknowledge any of this? ofc course not. #also it's not that wanderer is too proud to ask him for help #she doens't enjoy being minced near daily. #what it is that wanderer has always been very very aware of /what/ dream is #how many responsibilities he has. the sheer weight on his shoulders. his service is to the many not her #endless don't dance to the tune of one cursed immortal. #it's why they work so well on a platonic level. there's so much mutual respect there. #she challenges him. but respects what he is. #dream/wanderer #asks #fic: today i bury you in me

[landwriter]

91, please and thank you

Pandora! 91 is Can't Help Falling In Love - a cover by Perfume Genius I highly recommend for any sap. I'm finding that in between all the delightful AUs from regular songs, every love song brings me to canon Dreamling, for better or worse.

These lyrics are pure Dream POV - the mix of wonderment at Hob and self-castigation that he has so deeply, deeply fucked himself; because he knows there's a price when an Endless loves a mortal, and he knows it's Hob's to pay.

You would think Hob asks him to stay, the first time, but he doesn't. He's cautious. It's Dream who does it, Dream who looks at the warm affection in Hob's eyes and thinks Be you the spark that sets me afire.

Hob is tired, this evening, and Dream is lingering like a shade, prevailing himself upon the knowledge that Hob would never dismiss him. But Hob does not ask. And so, with the feeling of taking the first step down a steep scree slope, with the feeling of walking proudly into ruin, he raises his chin and asks instead.

"Shall I stay?"

Hob smiles, and says, "Only if you have nowhere else to be."

"I will rejoin you in my realm," he says.

He knows something of Falling. He knows, he remembers, and he still watches the way Hob softens into sleep, the unhemmed edges of his dozing thoughts rasping against his consciousness, the petty warmth and weight of a hand cast over his own leg, reaching out even now, and questions the Fates. This is Falling. But he is falling already, flesh that is not truly his nonetheless beaten into tenderness by friendship, by tea, by kind, thoughtless touch. Scree is sliding around him now, clattering like his Waking pulse, knocking his purchase loose. He loves, he loves, he loves. Hob is in his realm, and so he says it here, now, softly, to his sleeping friend.

"Would it be a sin," he asks to nobody, "If I can't help falling in love with you?"

They are foolish thoughts, Waking thoughts, and his senses return to him in his realm. His prudence does not. It never has. He has never been still when so moved by feeling. It is a sin. Hob is beaming at the sight of him, striding across a moor of his memory, purple heather the size of boulders swaying and parting for him. He sways and parts for Hob. It is a sin, but some things are meant to be. This love, and his utter failure to withhold it. All stories, returning to their oldest forms. Some things are meant to be. He proffers his hand, and Hob takes it. Some things are meant to be.

"Let us walk together," he says. Hob holds his hand gladly, and tells him stories, and thus Dream drags him down, hoping, foolish and aching and unable to regret anything with Hob beside him, that when it comes to it, he will be able to substitute himself for his mortal love. He will be the only one swallowed by the barren slope of his wanting. He gives Hob his hand. He would give Hob his whole life.

#the sandman #dreamling #dream x hob #asks #dream of the endless #hob gadling #spotify wrapped prompt #describe ur fic they say #have a whole fic instead #this song absolutely bodies me #and is SUCH a dreamling tune #this is a song i would play at my wedding and cry abt

[coffeenonsense]

The idea that Tom Ellis's Lucifer is like this because they got dunked on by Dream is absolutely delightful. I just might start watching Lucifer again and keep this idea in mind (after I've re-watched the Sandman, of course).

Same lol I know the shows aren't really connected but even taking the hilarity of lucifer getting defeated and going "you know what fuck this actually" and bouncing from hell aside i'm honestly shocked at how neatly this concept actually works out especially for Lucifer's first season before it turned into a mostly routine procedural.

mazikeen and amenadiel's weird intensity about Lucifer going back to hell. Lucifer's forced "devil may care" attitude. The whole focus not just on free will but on fighting your prearranged destiny. It all makes sense now.

also I don't see this impacting Chloe and lucifer's relationship throughout the seasons much at all...after all of the shit that's happened learning lucifer got cosmically trounced at a role playing game by the eons old anthropromorphic concept of dreams (who for...whatever reason looks like a 2014 skinny goth lingering around hot topic) probs wouldn't phase her in the slightest.

Linda, though. Linda would have QUESTIONS.

#mazikeen white knuckling the bar watching the devil sing show tunes #remembering when she used to kick demons into a pit of fire for the devil's enjoyment #mazikeen: ...it's a phase #lucifer: I live here now #lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar sandman #lucifer tv #mazikeen #amenadiel: you are the fucking devil GO BACK TO HELL #lucifer: i just wanna dance and sing 🎶 #chloe: okay sure dream beat you in a fight sounds accurate #linda: ...what do you mean you got wrecked by the anthropromorphic concept of dreams? and he looks like what? #linda: that doesn't sound right but i don't know enough about the anthropromorphic concept of dreams to dispute it #dream of the endless #morpheus #the sandman #the sandman netflix

[spideybonez]

i have no internal dialogue. all that i hear whenever i zone out is a endless loop of "blinded by the mud," the 8th episode of the third season of hit podcast awsten and travis's slumber party staring awsten knight and travis riddle

#literally it does not stop #travis's auto tuned prepubescent sounding voice plays on an endless loop inside my brain and i fuxking hate it #atsp #awsten knight #travis riddle #waterparks #parx

[alittleemo]

boys in the boat tumblrinas NEED to get on to the angel face album by stephen sanchez

#i havent written fic in ages but the lyric title possibilities are endless here #also getting some vintage sounding tunes in this place !! yes its 50s not 30s but gotta do what i can do #the boys in the boat #lee’s bullshit

[bmpmp3]

you can make anything you want with vocal synthesizers.

midi by Maelstrom!

#vocal synth cover #synthv #koharu rikka #another extremely low effort mix and autopitch tuning wip ass thing LOL im still working on the timing since the midi's for a piano arrange #but ive been getting the urge to replay drakengard again despite my endless backlog of games that arent trying to physically kill me irl #so maybe this will get it out of my system. or maybe not. i miss my horrible horrible boy caim <3

[clockworkrevenge]

this is how you know an album is good

#tunes #endless dismal moan

[bbina]

tbh i look forward to btl updates everyday… its INSANE u will literally see me checking tumblr everyday just to check if you’ve updated😭😭ur smau has me going crazy

ive been lacking for the past few days due to the overwhelming shit riize has been getting 😔 but dont worry i’ll update later 😋 and thank you so much for reading!! asks like this makes me happy bc u know damn well bbina cooked 🤭

#IM SAWRTYYYYY #reading those endless articles just made me go 🤯😵‍💫 #ill be back on the grind later so stay tuned!!!

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

For the headcanon meme: Random headcanon (I couldn’t find the emoji for it :( ) for Sonic

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Although he doesn’t have much memories from his childhood that he can remember vividly, he does remember small flashes of certain things that he had in his childhood room that now only exist in his memory.

The blue, green and grey circle rug that was in the middle of his room,

The tall tree that was right outside his window that he used to climb on,

The patched, quilted bed covers on his bed that was so big it would swallow him up each time he get underneath the covers,

And the one thing he missed the most that he wasn’t able to save, the small, wooden music box that his dad had made for his mother, to which was later passed onto him to help him sleep better at night.

Ask game

#you may ask what tune did the box play? I’d like to think it was a instrumental to Endless Possibilities #just a lullaby version of it #asks answered #anonymous #ask game

[aetherdecember]

Okay, this reversal AU idea is killing my Nanowrimo progress, so here, have this.

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Dream is quiet. Not that he isn’t usually quiet, but Hob can feel this quiet is the sort where he’s gathering words to speak. It’s just the two of them here (Dream having dismissed Jessamy beforehand) as they pass through the Dreaming. Hob thinks they’re heading to the Waking, but Dream hasn’t told him anything, so he waits for him to speak.

When he does, they’re standing on a road. It looks vaguely familiar, like all roads do when you’ve lived for several centuries, but it’s impossible to tell what era it’s supposed to be. The road is asphalt, but the roofs are thatched. There’s an early model car being drawn by a horse and he can see a peasant woman turning a goose on a spoke inside a modern oven.

“I owe you an answer.”

As if sensing the question Hob’s about to ask, the scene resolves itself into the inside of the White Horse Inn. Again, Hob can see traces of every era here, though it looks most like their last meeting.

Feathers fluttering with realization, Hob resettles his wings to keep composure. “Yeah, you do.”

Taking his seat at their table, Dream waits until Hob has flown off his shoulder before signaling for the bartender. His raven body doesn’t allow him sit like he used to, so Hob perches on the table, though becomes visibly dismayed when he realizes he won’t be able to enjoy the fine wine Dream orders. Human glasses aren’t designed with bird friendliness in mind.

The bartender dematerializes, probably to fulfill their order, and it’s just them again. No other patrons are here, but it sounds like they are. It too cycles through sounds from the various eras, Hob thinks he can even hear himself at some point, voice talking indistinctly, but he doesn’t hear Dream’s voice in these echoes. Shame, he loved hearing the low decibels of Dream’s voice.

“They’ve torn it down.” Dream’s eyes move lazily about the room, though he’s careful not to look at Hob. “There’s nothing left of this place in the Waking.”

“We were their most loyal patrons.” Hob’s comment is flippant, but his heart sinks. It had been the last tie to his roots. Dream had been the other, but until forcefully becoming one of his ravens, he’d only seen the guy once a century. It hadn’t been the same as knowing he could walk into the old pub anytime he wanted and feel like he was sharing space with the mortal he’d been before Dream had entered his life.

“Had it been standing, we’d be there now.”

It takes a beat for Hob to catch Dream’s meaning. Head swiveling sharply, he leans forward to catch Dream’s gaze, forcing him to look at him. “You were coming back?”

Dream tucks his hands into his pockets, narrow shoulders low, but holds the eye contact. “I hear it’s impolite to keep one’s friends waiting,” he replies quietly.

Hob’s grin is the slow and brilliant rising of the dawn. Unconsciously, he runs a finger along the base of the wineglass (must’ve been placed there when he wasn’t looking).

“Bit late, aren’t you?”

Abruptly, he realizes he’s no longer a raven. Like the appearance of the wineglass, Hob is suddenly human again, it’s his own finger touching where glass meets wood, his own mouth had moved when he spoke, and his body feels real and so present he could hug Dream. He almost does, but the sight of the clothes, something appropriate for humanity’s current age, something he’s never had a chance of wearing before, startles him into laughter.

“I was, wasn’t I?” Dream asks, gaze fathomless.

But Hob has lost track of the conversation. “You did this?” He gestures to the clothes, every piece as black as the formlessness Dream surrounds himself with, looking more appropriate for Dream to wear and not something Hob would’ve picked for himself.

“A little late, but yes.”

“So you’ve figured it out then?”

Dream is slow to reply, and it’s monosyllabic, but his answer carries clearly, tonelessly. “Yes.”

“How’d you do it? How’d you figure it out?” Hob asks eagerly.

But Dream’s gaze is ladened, endless nights hidden behind the thin pantomime of human eyes, and bears the weight of a truth he’s loath to disclose. “There’s no undoing it.”

“What?”

“This form is an illusion. You’re no more alive than I am a human. There’s no undoing what Death has caused.”

#dreamling #the sandman #hob as one of dream’s ravens #hob gadling #dream of the endless #morpheus #dreamling fic #i have so many ideas for this AU #the white horse inn is gone but dream still takes them there to make amends a declare their friendship #really they’re beyond the point of friendship but baby steps #stay tuned for when hob creates another crises for dream when he says they’re courting

[guerrilla-operator]

Dead Heat // Tears Of The Wolf

WE LIVE. WE DIE TOO SOON. WE FIGHT. WE WIN. WE LOSE.

#dead heat #tears of the wolf #endless torment #hardcore punk #crossover thrash #nardcore #punk #tunes #audio #favorite songs ever #Bandcamp