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laughingalonewithklingon:

Dave & Rose fanmix!

Listen.

Tracklist under the cut.

edit: Just kidding, tumblr won’t let me put things under the cut. 

Far In Time – Mother Mother

We all are so far in time
to be all apart, to be all untied
from each other, from each other
yeah we all are so far in time

 Phantom Limb – The Shins

This town seems hardly worth our time
and we’ll no long memorize or rhyme
to far along in our climb
Stepping over what now tower to the sky,
with no connection

Sweet Talk, Sweet Talk – The New Pornographers

Mistakes on the part of nature,
the living proof of what they’re calling love
On certain sideways streets
where things that don’t match meet

Speaking In Tongues – Arcade Fire

Hypocrite, reader, my double, my brother
where did we lose our way?

Safe In The Dark – Ludo

So how are all your shows?
(Kelly called and said you’re not all right.)
You take care of him.
(There’s something bigger going on this time.)

Everyone wants to feel safe in the dark
everyone wants to feel safe in the dark
forces unseen pulling strings in your heart
everyone wants to feel safe in the dark

 We Both Go Down Together – The Decembrists

You come from parents wanton
a childhood rough and rotten
I from from wealth and beauty
untouched by work or duty

And oh, my love, my love,
and oh, my love, my love,
we both go down together. 

Crystallize – Lindsey Stirling 

Instrumental

Latika’s Theme – AR Rahman and Suzanne Collins

Instrumental

We End Up Together – The New Pornographers

The best wishes on both ends
Extended

And you looked
Oh, like your weren’t saying something
and you looked
like you weren’t saying something

We end up together 

Source: magnetsandneato

dersecourse:

day 1: dave makes breakfast

day 2: rose makes breakfast and sets the table

day 3: dave makes breakfast sets the table and includes little placards on each end with their respective names in a nice font

day 4: rose makes breakfast sets the table and includes little placards on each end with their respective names in a nice font and shutters the windows and lights long, tapered altar candles for mood lighting (even though it is, remember, breakfast)

day 6: dave makes breakfast sets the table and includes little placards on each end with their respective names in a nice font and shutters the windows and lights long, tapered altar candles for mood lighting and has filched, from somewhere, a pair of tigers, collared in gold and lounging amidst their feet as they partake in berry berry kix for the 6th day in a row

day 7: rose makes breakfast sets the table and includes little placards on each end with their respective names in a nice font and shutters the windows and lights long, tapered altar candles for mood lighting and has filched, from somewhere, a pair of tigers, collared in gold and lounging amidst their feet as they partake in berry berry kix for the 7th day in a row, and has replaced their chairs with thrones immaculate, hers a deep, dark ebon wood, wild and overgrown while his is a magnificently wrought copper, a thousand layers of filigree woven into each other until it is impossible to tell where one strand ends and the other begins

day 8: dave makes breakfast sets the table and includes little placards on each end with their respective names in a nice font and shutters the windows and lights long, tapered altar candles for mood lighting and has filched, from somewhere, a pair of tigers, collared in gold and lounging amidst their feet as they partake in berry berry kix for the 8th day in a row, and has replaced their chairs with thrones immaculate, hers a deep, dark ebon wood, wild and overgrown while his is a magnificently wrought copper, a thousand layers of filigree woven into each other until it is impossible to tell where one strand ends and the other begins, and when rose begins to so delicately raise a spoon of cereal to her lips he knocks his own bowl aside and stands with dramatic flourish, tears in his eyes, and relays a poem in an ancient language, as dead as the poppies withered in the vase between them, artfully navigating the unfamiliar twists of syllables in a self-set rhythym, describing her beauty, her grace, like aphrodite, like athena, both born from the head, his voice risen in cresendo for the final line, before he pauses for a breathless moment, and returns to his seat. rose takes a bite.

day 9: “theres no more kix.”

she shrugs, rolls over, and goes back to sleep.

megaparsecs:

charliere:

UHHHH….

#ok here’s something I’ve been thinking about rose and dave. #all four of the stralondes are pretty sure that they’re going to die fighting to protect their friends #or get old and lonely and drink themselves to death in regret #and they kind of would prefer option a #but dirk and roxy seem to know a lot better than dave and rose that their friends would do the same #i mean obviously both john and jade would throw themselves on a grenade if necessary – but dirk and roxy know they’re on the frontlines by … necessity not choice #they know more they’ve seen more they’re better prepared. #and they’re better motivated they hate the condesce more #and they know if jake and jane were the ones parentless in the future they’d be the ones going down swinging #but rose and dave think they’re cannon fodder #the shitty xerox of their heroic mom/bro #the people  who can’t control themselves or be trusted to find the right way to live past the end of the game #all four of them are wrong – no one needs a strider-lalonde to die least of all the terrifyingly powerful egbert-harleys #but when dirk and roxy go out it’s an act of love and they both know it would be #dave and rose are too terrified to ever admit that’s what they’re doing 

Someone on my dash a little while ago was talking about how they didn’t understand why everyone fixated on the Strider-Lalondes as tragic babies and less on the Egbert-Harleys as tragic? And I couldn’t figure out how to articulate the point that the Egbert-Harleys are just inherently less tragic, no matter what happens to them.

Because yes. John’s dad died and Jade’s grandpa died and she was raised by a god-dog and they both died (more than once). But 

But 

But Rose and Dave truly believe they’re expendable. They’re red shirts. They’re backup for Jade and John, their bodyguards and tech team and portable army. They believe they’re near worthless, not meant to be heroes. That they’re in the game and in this position of power by some sort of cosmic accident. Their Mom and Bro were born to be heroes, not them. 

At least in my mind, Rose and Dave lack a certain amount of belief in their own self-worth.  This is something that Jade and John don’t do. Jade might get upset, and John might have self-esteem issues sometimes (going by his wall scribbles), but they believe in themselves, and in their friends. They have hope for the future, I think, even when there seems to be no possible way out.

Rose and Dave know they are casualties of war waiting to happen. 

Source: qiowdeactivated-blog-blog

betapile:

There is a tugging in the center of her, a spun-silk thread pulled taught, an ache like some asshole took a melon baller and scooped out her insides.

And Dave is well, he’s more irrelevant than anything.

He’s in her fourth period study hall, he sprawls his legs out and clicks his pen rapidfire, he wears skinny jeans and she’s pretty sure he’s in the photography club or wrote an article for the school newspaper bashing the practice of football or something. And she doesn’t know his last name, he stops existing when she looks away from him. He is the quintessential blonde boy, he’s tall and almost concerningly stoic, a douchebag by any other name in the sense that he reeks of insecurity and layers of cover ups.

But, and she supposes there is always a but, he moves with a weight on his shoulders, otherworldly and obsolete. With an exhaustion and squared shoulders and set jaw that’s- It’s interesting, it’s something worth noting. Familiar.

She doesn’t care about him, she doesn’t look at him, but he’s laughing at something he said to his friends and he’s curling his tongue around his braces and there are crinkles in the corners of his eyes and freckles across his cheekbones, prominent and sculpted, and she’s never really spared him so much as a thought but he glances at her, for a second, and the wind is knocked out of her and she’s grabbing her desk white-knuckled and she feels a jolt of electricity powerful and-

“Dave Strider.” She mouths to herself in English class, wonders why it fits on her tongue so perfectly.

–

He takes pride in his shitty beat up converse and she takes pride in her Necronomicon.

She’s not like the other girls, he isn’t either.

Dave Strider, which is what she decides to call him, listens to cassette tapes and shows up to homecoming in a full tuxedo. Like, with spats, and coat tails, and he doesn’t exactly upstage the homecoming king persay but he does accumulate a bigger circle around him as he makes fun of prom as a concept with his hands shoved deep in his pockets and his wingtips clicking against the polished gymnasium hardwood.

She runs the thin gold chain of her necklace through her fingers, and stares at him with a fierce sort of single-minded concentration. And he looks back at her, he trails off from his tirade with his mouth slack and his hand twitches like he’s been shocked and he really had to pay the ten dollar entrance fee to seem so smart and make his point about fighting the man.

Her skirt rides when she grabs a plastic cup of fruit punch and leans against the disposable plastic table cloth and hears Carly Rae Jepsen pounding out of the speakers. She hums pensively, touches the rim of the cup to her lip and sees Dave drag his eyes from her legs to her hands to her face and she can’t tell if it’s the hazy-purple lighting of school dances but his eyes are watery and he makes a small wet-cement choking sound in the back of his throat.

–

The comfort of his being near her is shocking, it’s the spinning of some cosmic wheel, and gears locking into place, and the three beauty marks on his neck down to his shoulder blades and how his shoes are left half-unlaced and the lazy movements of his hands as he holds his crutches up which he got from tripping over said shoelaces while running the mile in gym class and-

She felt the pain, when it happened, sharp and immediate in her ankle.

Dave Strider has a flighty air about him when she sees him, he has bags under his eyes and sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and he looks at her more vulnerable and fragile than anything she’s ever seen and the way his hips stand out and his collarbones pop is enchanting, hypnotic, when he checks his plastic watch to throw his jansport over one shoulder.

She looks at him, eyelids heavy, and watches his adam’s apple bob when he swallows.

–

“Dave Strider.” She catches him by the shirt sleeve, feels the ground shift underneath her feet and something important bubble up in her, “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

ambiencespectrum:

The universe likes to repeat itself, to try the same song
over and over but in a different key each time. A serenade to existence that
never changes its score, and somehow is brand new every time it begins again.

He comes back pale as snow, she comes back dark as night-
they swap the next time around. They come back every shade in between the two,
and sometimes in greys, rainbow blood flowing through them and bright orange
horns atop their heads.

They grow up together, crammed into an apartment with a man
who loves neither of them, pushes both of them, to be better, stronger, faster,
too quick to the draw to be killed by an inevitable doomsday rushing towards
them- in that world they’re scarred and scared and never admit it, keeping the
truth of things from even themselves, tangled up in beds they don’t need to
share and dreading the next time something creaks outside their door, only
trusting each other and even then hardly breathing a sincere word to one
another-

They grow up together, again, spaced out in a house that has
too many doors and too few people, cold but not uncared for, alone but not
isolated, acting out and acting like kids, while their guardian drinks herself
into oblivion, too scared to look at their faces directly and know the day the
world ends is coming for them all too soon- in that world they’re together,
they talk, they share, but there remains a barrier, a miscommunication, no one
ever taught them how to be open, to be honest-

They meet when they’re adults, when they’re on the way to
success, dressed in finery and fought for riches, a director and writer sizing
each other up, questioning each other’s merit in their field, trading barbs and
probes and tipping their glasses to one another in the end- in that world they
know the end is coming, they know they’re going to fail, but they fight and
they struggle and they try to warp the set future of time with weapons and
strength that isn’t even half a god’s power, and they fail and fall and fall in
love as they do-

They’re neighbors, and he hides from her, he wants after
her, and she’s intrigued by him, interested in his secrets, his mind and skills
and dumb hobbies, her blood placing her so far above the lowblood foolish
enough to build a hive so close to the sea border and yet she wants him- in that world she is brutal
and terrifying and will outlive him by centuries, and he’s resistant, afraid,
he’s a mutant freak and knows he’s going to die before he manages to leave more
than half a mark on the world, and their hands join more than once, they hold
on as long as they can, and when the day comes and the drones are set on him,
she bares her fangs and needles and roars in the face of the empire for trying
to take what is hers and only hers-

They’re raised apart, she in an isolated house that is
filled with love that never connects, cold and alone and pretending she’s not,
and he in a city that burns, that blisters, trapped in a cage that is riddled
with tracks from restless pacing, unloved and not sure why, never understanding
why he doesn’t measure up- in that world they ascend, they rise above it, they’re
children thrust into battle and turned into tools for the universe’s
continuation, the next step, and they burn together on a suicide mission, a one
way trip that they knew might not work but we’re willing to do it anyway, hands
clasped together as everything bleeds searing green and all they have left is
their faith and barely hidden love-

They win the game, they grow up, they find people they love
and who love them and they get to see a future that’s bright and good and are
given everything they wanted. They’re gods and eternal and happy, but the universe treks on, and nothing is forever-

Reset.

The universe starts again.

They’re born, and grow, and they find each other again.

They always do.

And so repeats the melody.

I Fell In Love On The Seaside, a Dave/Rose Fanmix

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Tracklist: 

1. Seaside – The Kooks

Do you want to go to the seaside? 
I’m not trying to say that everybody wants to go 
I fell in love at the seaside 
She handled her charm with time and slight of hand

2. Terrible Angels – CocoRosie 

Oh if every angel’s terrible 
Then why do you watch her sleep 
You love to hear her sing 
And wear purple eyes like rings 

3. Air Conditioned Love – Ludo

The moon of her window, it glows evermore
The night wrapped around us, two spoons in a drawer
I miss her dark blankets, I miss her clean sheets
All her Julietting, coquettish and sweet

4. Voodooized – Empires 

We can dance, we can dance down to nothing.
You can play your voodoo in the evening.
Lipstick on a shadow you keep leaving.
Novocaine like laughter ‘till we’re seething.
we can start out loving like it’s breathing.

5. We Can’t Be Stopped – Ratatat 

Instrumental

6. A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left – Andrew Bird

Why are we alive?
And here’s how they replied
You’re what happens when two substances collide
And by all accounts you really should have died

7. Dance So Good – Wakey!Wakey!

I remember when you lost your head
Sometimes I wonder how you stay so sad when you’re so beautiful
And I remember every word you said
How you were scared because you never been somewhere so beautiful, 

8. Bloody Twins – CocoRosie

And you five me a kiss
Like a tiny floret
Which sparks in a blink
A firework of roses
And the night floods in

9. Cosmic Love – Florence + The Machine

I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you

10. Elements – Lindsey Stirling 

Instrumental

11. Keep It Together – Guster

They searched but they could find no trace of us
So far away from everyone
And everything starts today

Cover art by Mcconaughey!! {x}

The Sea Said Goodbye To The Shore, a Dave/Rose Fanmix

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Tracklisting: 

1. Sloom – Of Monsters and Men

So make all your last demands for I will forsake you 
and I’ll meet your eyes for the very first time, for the very last

2. Us – Regina Spektor

We wear our scarves just like a noose
But not cause we want eternal sleep

3. Your Side – Young the Giant

We will be fine.
I’m still here.
You’re in the right
Everybody knows I tried
And you tried.

4. Tune Out – The Format

No one I know is more depressing than me 
or should I say, the two of us
Cos after all we’re all we’ve got.

5. Lazarus Phenomenon – Bike For Three!

They’d bathe in the same water, same anguish.
They spoke bad French,
but laughed in the same language.

6. Rain – Josh Vietti

Instrumental

7. What Sarah Said – Death Cab for Cutie

“Love is watching someone die.”
So who’s gonna watch you die? 

8. We Both Go Down Together – The Decemberists

We fall, but our souls are flying.
And oh, my love, my love
We both go down together.  

9. This Is Not the End(The Moon) – The Bravery

Not even earth can hold us
Not even life controls us
Not even the ground can keep us down

10. You’re Not Stubborn – Two Door Cinema Club

The critics talk of stubbornness
But you’re just passionate, you’re just passionate

11. Go Places – The New Pornographers 

Yes, a heart should always go one step too far
Come the morning and the day winding like dreams
Come the morning every blue shade of green
Come with me, go places

Art by Jennifer! {x} {and coloured by me but that’s not important}