#trocadero band

[theosphobia]

cannot stop myself from associating rvb characters to trocadero songs its like a disease

#rvb #red vs blue #rooster teeth #trocadero #trocadero band #best girl is caboose... #good fight w wash #superhero is donut #heavy metal green is a grimmons song u cannot convince me otherwise #alien champion is Maine #hero superstar for kai

[boner4murder]

count your days rooster teeth

#TROCADERO IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE BANDS I’M GOING TO EAT GLASS #rvb #red vs blue

[detectivehole]

this is a deranged thought to have but i think the lupin girlies or whatever would love the lyrics of Half-Life by Trocadero

#trocadero #my favorite band trocadero my friends trocadero the band i have a tattoo about #mine #lupin iii

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

favorite showaddywaddy songs?

oh my god anon. okay. okay wait. i have to look. i have to make myself hold back from listing like eight whole albums song by song. please this is so difficult. the only question as difficult as this would be if you asked what my favorite showaddywaddy videos are.

OKAY I. think. i can do this.

oh god the songs.

first of all, the very first two songs that i heard from them:

i wonder why

pretty little angel eyes

but also i REALLY love:

somethin' else

smiling eyes

the king of the jive

rock n roll lady

the party

aaaa if i leave some out i'll have regrets but if i do add them all it'll be too much. probably. maybe.

THAT'S ANOTHER SONG: maybe maybe maybe

help me

okay just a few more:

rock and roll music

dancin' party

blue moon

good timing

OKAY I CAN MAKE MYSELF STOP IF I JUST CLICK POST

#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING #look i always think of like a list of maybe 5 songs #until i look at my playlist #then that 5 turns into 50 or 500 #and i try not to #i'm afraid of putting too much and overwhelming people away from bands #OH NOOOO I DIDN'T PUT TROCADERO

[leonardalphachurch]

For those who don't know, Trocadero was the main band behind the music for seasons 1-8 and 11-13 of Red vs Blue. They made songs such as "Blood Gulch Blues" (the theme song for the first 5 seasons), "A Girl Named Tex" (Tex's theme), "(When) Your Middle Name is Danger" (The Meta's theme), and "Contact" (Chorus' theme). All songs that I would argue were instrumental in making Red vs Blue what it was. As you can see from the tweet, Trocadero has recently confirmed that Rooster Teeth was unwilling to agree to the condition hire them on to do the full score for the season, instead opting to use what I'm sure are cheaper alternatives.

I know we're all pumped about the new season and I don't want to damper anyone's hype but please remember that Rooster Teeth remains a company that does not respect its workers or its artists and is unwilling to pay them what they're worth. In turn, we should not be supporting them monetarily.

#rvb19 #rvb restoration #red vs blue #rvb #rooster teeth #ppppbbbttbbbtttttttt rt remains trash! rt remains trash!

[oddwomen]

Two members of a nightclub act called the Trocadero All Girls Band, Sydney, Australia, 1938

#1938 #1930s #30s #black and white #vintage #women #vintage women #musician #musicians #Hilda Tansey #~

[monarchisms]

…do I want to know what happened with roosterteeth this time?

general explanation since i don't know how deep into rt you were/are:

trocadero is a band that has made many of red vs blue's most iconic songs throughout the show's duration, including "blood gulch blues", "agent tex", and "contact". with blood gulch blues in particular, that song was what trocadero sent to the creators of the show, which eventually ended up being the official theme of rvb's first 5 seasons

the reason why people are mad at rt This time around is because of this tweet trocadero's official twitter put out earlier today in regards to rvb's last season:

[iirc, the "i" is nico, one of the band's members, levy is david levy, and hagan is meredith hagan, the last two who have collabed with the band several times]

i don't think it's hard to argue that trocadero is one of many things integral to rvb's whole identity and why people fell in love with the show to begin with. with the bonus knowledge of the people who are part of a big staple of the show starting out as fans themselves, i fear that this continues the whole trend of rooster teeth like... i don't know how to describe it, really. i guess it's like they're making some real boneheaded decisions that negatively affect their reputation with the fans that have kept them relevant for so long, i guess lol

#i was gonna say something like ''just scroll down king <3 (gender neutral)'' #but being thorough feels like the better approach here #Anonymous #ask box 360 #source for the 1st bit is on the band's about page on their website #but the source is a 10-minute video lol #i say lol a lot here to cover up how sad i am about this #it's one thing if the band didn't want to do it for other reasons #but it's another when they have shown interest and enthusiasm and rt just... says no.

[georgeromerosanalcavity]

Trocadero is what tex mex food would sound like if it started a band

#Trocadero #red vs blue

[saphushia]

Ooooh my two favorite things: one piece and playlist making. Here's a couple for you:

Punk Rock Loser -Viagra Boys (Law)

Littlebitwild-Golden Vessel, Mallrat (Luffy & Ace)

Marigold- Jelani Aryeh (THE Luffy song, especially after Wano)

Last Man On Earth -Anna Bates (Brook)

Pacific-Chase Petra (Robin)

Comfort Eagle- CAKE (Strawhats, Ennis Lobby specific)

The Sun Is Often Out- Patrick Wolf (Luffy & Ace, post Marinford)

Twenty Something Socialist- The Crystal Casino Band (Sabo, Revolutionary Army)

Bilgewater- Brown Bird (Zoro, towards Luffy as a first mate)

Imma just gonna plug the playlist me and my friends have been finely curating for three years, happy song hunting!:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5gYVzlRCi5IFeZmHEvbk71?si=DLVsNekeRlacIiW_8mGMqw&dd=1

ok first of all. i have to tell you how excited i got when i thought you were recommending a song called viagra boys as law-coded before i realized that was the band sdfgkbdsfg. that said!! this fuckssss holy shit. and pacific!! ouuugh that's a good one. and oh... oh the sun is often out... ouuuugh <takes damage> <takes damage> <takes damage> and 20 smth socialist!! that goes on the playlist for sure hehe

oxygen -by- abbot (law / lawlu) Joyboy -by- Fiddlehead (ace & luffy) Boomerang -by- Royal Republic (luffy) Colors -by- Trocadero (strawhats (i don't have a brook song TT-TT)) Mouthpiece -by- Dan Mangan + Blacksmith (robin) Another Night on Mars -by- The Maine (strawhats) Running Through the Flames -by- Bleeker (ASL (out of ace and luffy specific)) Dirty -by- grandson (sabo) Mi Capitan -by- Kiltro (Zoro @ Luffy / Zolu)

#i'll listen to the playlist another time ^-^ #tune trade #jojococomo

[order-of-the-eye]

I'd love to know anything about your starfield oc!

Kanan McCarthy is their full name. First name is taken from Kanan Jarrus from Star Wars: Rebels, and the last name is taken from one of my favorite authors, the late Cormac McCarthy.

they/them pronouns, though uses he/him also.

I wish Starfield gave you better descriptions about some of the traits before you start, because if I had known what I know now about Kanan and the Freestar Collective, I woulda given them the Freestar Settler trait.

Kanan is followed around by the Adoring Fan for lulz. I have yet to get him a name (he deserves one).

I went into Starfield wanting to make a sort of Han Solo coded character, hence I went with Space Scoundrel as their background.

I picked the Wanted trait for them because I figured that Bethesda games are easy enough, I might as well have a bit more of a challenge. It worked out with the Space Scoundrel background and I've worked that into their whole thing they've got going on.

Kanan has two siblings who are also named after Star Wars characters. Owen, an older brother, named after Luke's uncle, and Senya, their twin sister, named after Senya Tirall from SWTOR

I am begging Bethesda to let me change the colors of outfits because red is Kanan's signature color and I want a red poncho.

Kanan originally started out with blonde hair, but because this game is admittedly really fuckin bad with hair sometimes (particularly with beards) I decided to change it to black.

I've considered making it so Kanan was apart of the First militia during the Colony War. Haven't decided yet. I need to do some more digging in wikis first.

On that note, the Freestar Ranger questline may as well be a Kanan questline. I won't go into all the details considering I plan on writing out a full Starfield fanfic, but the latter parts of that questline really struck a cord with them in regards to their past. (I like to think that the unique razorback they receive when they join the Rangers used to belong to their father.)

You know how people would lie about their age in order to get into the military and fight in some conflict? Yeah, that's Kanan. They told everyone they were eighteen in order to join the Colony War and instead they were around fifteen to sixteen. Yeah, they saw some stuff they really probably shouldn't have.

Kanan has a very, very bad habit of having frequent one night stands.

My voice claim for Kanan is Ben Schneider, the singer of the band Lord Huron.

Their theme song is The Man in Red by Trocadero. (You have no idea how long I've waited to make that song a theme song for once of my ocs. It's such a cool song.)

I'll stop there, lest I talk about things I'd rather keep for writing in the future. Thanks for the ask :)

#oc: kanan mccarthy #starfield #answered #ronqueesha #i do have a whole ass character sheet for them. i love my silly little space cowboy

[gothamsandwich]

ayo..ordered the trocadero 'you were there' CDs.. came in a nice/small/black wrapping, with an extra green bookmark of the trocadero merch/logo (two figures of orange guns pointing at a 'blocky' white heart)

the actual CD's came in a wrapped black case, with the individual songs and which disc they belong to on the back, the case opens up to an image of the band playing, alongside credits on the left (whereas the picture of the band is on the right)

fully unfolding the case brings us to the discs, labeled 1 and 2, (also having the trocadero logo in black and white) both held in plastic..disc..holders? what are the names for this things man, haven't actually gotten around to listening but very excited..10/10 would recommend..

shipping:

came like, four days late, but honestly i really don't mind and i'm not gonna bother to complain considering trocadero isn't a huge corp like amazon, and especially since i got what, 36 songs/no ads for $18? loved the packaging and ordering, so if you waaant it, i would say go for it :shrug: (also these photos i took mostly of them in the plastic clear wrapping: so like..oops..might look a little off?

#trocadero #red vs blue #dirk loves trocadero merch #rvb #kind of #you should buy considering rvb fucked them over #yippee #merchandise #merch #do it for the vine ok #i'm done here

[smowkie]

Getting to know you meme

I was tagged by the lovely @lena221bee, thank you!

Favourite time of the year: tough question, I like all of them in their own way, but my body prefers the summer (less stiff and/or painful joints, better skin, etc.), and I also enjoy not being cold, but also, right now it's crisp and cold and snowy, and it's soooo lovely, absolutely beautiful and super cozy, except that a bunch of my joints get super whiny (seriously, my wrists hurt when I washed my hands earlier...) and my skin absolutely hates the crisp cold, etc. but yeah, I'm gonna go with summer or winter. maybe spring or fall too though, they're nice too xD

Comfort foods: hm. tacos? no, that's just good food. I don't know. candy doesn't count, does it?

Do you collect anything: I did when I was growing up, I collected horse figurines, so I still have a ton of them but most are in boxes or somehow lost (given away I guess). I have a ton of books too, I have a very hard time getting rid of books and I tended to buy a lot more books than I needed before, so honestly, you could say I collected those too, even if it was never "intentional"

Favourite drinks: Trocadero, julmust, Red Bull, (Coca) Cola (though Cuba Cola is my top pick of colas atm), hot chocolate... I like sodas and sweet drinks xD (and now I came to think of alcoholic drinks and I suddenly want a White Russian)

Favorite music artists: if you know me at all, you know how bad I am at favorites, and I'm super bad at music. Queen and Bon Jovi, idk.

Current favourite songs: meh. I don't know when I listened to anything last. gonna go with the band Lord of the Lost, even thought I haven't actually listened to them in weeks, but they are the band I listen to mostly atm (99% of the time because my sister sends me songs to yell about xD)

Favourite fics: Wolf in the House by JoeLawson (Sterek, pre-slash, 33k words)

Favourite video games: depends on who is playing and who I am playing with; if I'm playing with some very specific people: World of Warcraft (I often miss WoW, but a lot of what I miss can't be replaced as it's the experience of playing with those friends, those people whom I was close with back then, including the ex-boyfriend who sat next to me when we played, and I can't get that back), if I'm playing with Bowlegs: Terraria, if I'm playing alone: Don't Starve (I think), and if Bowlegs is playing and I'm watching: XCOM.

I tag: @novemberhush @veltana @rieraclaelin @thor-ohdamnsonn @yodas-yo-yo @metalsteveharrington @outtoshatter @crazyassmurdererwall @ladydrace and anyone else who wants to do this, please claim a tag from me! And as always, no pressure to anyone tagged.

#about Smowkie #tagged stuff #ask thingie #look at me doing one of these the same day!

[transgenderotachi]

thank u for the tag @spac3-c4det :D (doing on this blog tho not the one you tagged)

name: mikey

star sign: aquarius

height: 180cm/5’11

time: 1:22pm

birthday: 22 jan

fav bands/artists: right now probably King Stingray, Trocadero and Fall Out Boy

last movie: i think American Made cause my parents were watching it

last show: rvb <3

when did i create this blog: hm probably a year or so ago?

what i post: fandom shit of all kinds lol

last thing i googled: halo the master chief collection xbox one

other blogs: @strawbeejam where i post art and @scarabaeigae where i post about bugs

do i get asks: not often but sometimes! theyre always welcome

following: 186

average hours of sleep: 8-9

instruments: guitar and singing mostly, but i can also kinda play ukulele, keyboard, harmonica and flute

what im wearing: king stingray merch long sleeve and jeans

dream job: entomologist or musician. very similar i know

dream trip: idek, id like to visit melbourne again i guess???

nationality: australian

fav songs: atm they are

Walk Like Thunder by Kimya Dawson

New Star Song by The Mountain Goats

Life Goes On by King Stingray

last book ive read: havent finished it yet but Extraordinary Insects by Anne Sverdrup-Thygeson

top 3 fictional universes id like to live in:

hm hm probably the owl house, deltarune and wwdits

tagging: uh i dont even know if i know 20 people so

um. @milo-is-queer @inndrid @pr1newt @dearsarahjane @justanotherfanartist @kaiju-bone-moisturizer literally anyone. go nuts

#tag game

[detectivehole]

6 hours ago on their Instagram. if you want the cool new merch, or to support the band, purchase at their store. listen to Trocadero on Spotify

#mine #trocadero #rvb #red vs blue

[airi-p4]

From above the stars - Chapter 10

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | ......

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Hi! I’m back with this story (idk if anyone is still interested or if I’m making much sense but here we are...) 

I’ve been looking forward to post this chapter for so long, but it kept getting longer... so I decided to split it in 3 parts.

Finally, after 10 chapters, the story is finally moving forward. YAY! 

...Yay?

This is probably the longest and the happiest chapter of this story... (sorry...)

Enjoy?

Chapter summary:

Luka and Marinette go on a date.

TW this chapter: minor cut / injury. Check the tags on AO3 for the whole fic’s tw!!

AO3

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CHAPTER 10 - Date

The alarm didn’t need to buzz for Marinette to wake up that morning. She couldn’t completely fall asleep last night, she was too excited for that: she had a date with Luka!

She rushed to get dressed, tie her hair in a ponytail and put on her pink frilly apron. Then, she went downstairs to snatch a few slices of bread from the bakery, and started cooking a lunch box. She hummed happily one of the songs Luka used to play for her with his guitar, with the expectation to finally spend some time with the guitarist outside the cemetery. She couldn't wait to relax and enjoy his company without the heavy air of their tangled tragic past on their shoulders.

She chopped some lettuce, carrots and tomatoes, boiled some eggs, got some tuna ready and poured olive oil on some sandwiches. Not knowing which ones were Luka’s favorites, she prepared all sorts of types. Balance was important. What else should she cook…? Wait- What if he was vegetarian? Or vegan? Or maybe he had some allergies!? She panicked, and got herself a little cut on her finger. “Ouch”

“Are you ok, dear?” Marinette’s mother asked, checking on her and offering her a band aid. “Are you eating out with someone today, honey? There’s a lot of food here, and you seem excited.”

Would she get angry if she told her she was going out with Luka despite her warnings for her to stay away from him? Probably. No- she most likely would even forbid her to go. Marientte hated lying, but she couldn’t tell her mother the truth. She couldn’t let anyone ruin the fantastic day that awaited her. Finally a good day after so many horrible ones.

“Yes, mom. I need to work on some designs for Mr. Agreste, and I asked a friend to help me out.”

“May I ask who this friend is? Alya or maybe Chloe?” Marinette's heart shrank at the mention of her old friends' names.

“Oh, no. It’s neither of them. You don’t know them-” Sabine looked at her expecting a more convinced answer, so she said the first thing that came to her mind. “It’s Candy! The candy stall woman at Trocadero!”

“Oh, I see. I didn’t know you made new friends" Sabine opened her eyes in surprise, but soon smiled at her daughter. "Thank her for me, for making you smile so brightly, will you?”

“Yes… I will, mom. Thank you” She shyly shrugged.

“I’m happy to see you so energetic. Bring your friend home someday.”

“Yes, sure…” She managed to control her awkwardness. 'If she knew…'

“Should I help you?” Sabine gently offered, pointing at the food.

“No!" She quickly refused. "I want to do it by myself"

“Ok then. Just be careful of cuts, will you?” Marinette's mother didn't insist and just gave a quick kiss on her daughter's forehead.

“I will,” Marinette assured, and Sabine Cheng returned to the bakery. Marinette sighed. She felt awful for lying, and there was a feeling of guilt in her chest. But she had no choice. She knew she did the right thing. She checked at the time ‘Oh, no! I must hurry!’ and rushed to finish preparing the lunch box and dressing up for the occasion.

She wore a pink and white floral one piece, a pair of white low heel sandals with flowers on its straps and a pale blue cardigan over her shoulders. Her favorite red with black polka dots scarf set around her neck. She knew it didn't match, but she was attached to it and more importantly: it covered the ugly scar on her neck she got during the accident. She took her favorite white straw hat too, but was a little disappointed it covered the floral hairpin she wore at the side of her bangs. She put on some accessories too: her earrings, a necklace and a simple silver bracelet, and set her little purse around her shoulder, making sure to take the straw basket with the food with her.

When she left, she did it quickly to avoid either of her parents asking about her outing again. Or why she was dressing so unusually prettily, even wearing cuter makeup. It was also the first time she wore something that wasn’t black since she was released from the hospital, so of course they would ask. She would already face them when she came back, she thought, sneaking out the bakery through the back door.

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Before their date came their usual visit at the cemetery. Marinette felt a little bad for having a smile on her face for Luka while in front of Adrien's burial monument, and she wondered what her late ex-boyfriend would think of her. She shoved the thoughts away. There was no time to worry about that: Luka was waiting for her!

She was anxious. And excited.

She rushed to the Couffaine's family grave and Luka was already there. His guitar on his back, he was facing the mausoleum, but he turned around as soon as he heard Marinette's footsteps tapping on the pavemented floor and her voice calling for him. His clothes were different than his usual, and that made Marinette internally squeal.

He wore a hoodie, as usual, but it was white instead of black, and it matched pretty well with the stylish dark jacket he wore over it. His jeans were black, but they weren't distressed as his usual pair, and his sneakers were not his usual custom-made worn-out ones, but more classic and less colorful. He still wore his piercings, rings and wrist accessories, as usual.

"Good morning," Luka greeted, and she realized she had been staring like a fool. "You look beautiful," he casually said with a soft smile.

"Go- go- good morning!" 'Dammit', she was nervous… "You look great too…" she placed a hand to her chest. 'why won't you stay quiet?' she scolded her own heart. 'I won't be able to hear Luka and his music if you're so loud!'

"So… are you ready? Shall we get going?" Luka suggested, and she shyly nodded. The guitarist reached for her food basket- he noticed it was heavy- and started walking, carrying it before she could protest. She pouted, even though she was happy for his kind gesture, and soon followed him from slightly behind.

Ah, her heart totally didn't plan to follow her instructions, didn’t it? It kept pounding like crazy...

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Luka took Marinette to a park close to the Trocadero. The sun was hitting hard, but there were a few clouds in the sky. Luka asked Marinette for the picnic mat she had in her basket, and unfolded it for them on the grass, under the branches of a big cherry tree. He signaled her to sit, and both of them sat down to enjoy the view to the Seine and the Eiffel tower.

"Wow, Luka. I didn't know there was a park this pretty here!" she commented, mesmerized.

"I'm not surprised you didn’t know. This is actually those apartments' private property. One of my friends gave me permission to come" he explained, taking out his guitar from its case and adjusting some strings.

"Wow… so your friend lives here?" She asked. "So lucky!"

"Oh, he doesn't live here. Let's say he- takes care of its maintenance" he shrugged.

"It's amazing… I like it here" Marinette closed her eyes and enjoyed the chill breeze on her face. Luka relaxed at her ease. "Thank you for showing me this lovely place, Luka," she said with shining eyes.

He hummed in return and started playing a melody that eased all her previous nerves that remained. Luka's back leaned on the tree, and Marinette moved closer to him to rest her head on his shoulder. His songs became quieter then, in response to his wish to avoid any harsh movement that could make her uncomfortable.

The place, the weather, the company, the music… Everything was wonderful. Quiet, soothing and healing. Ideal to forget about the rest of the world… Until Marinette's stomach growled, suddenly interrupted Luka's music. She curled to hug herself in embarrassment and Luka chuckled.

"Shall we eat now?" he said, empathizing.

She shyly nodded and moved to prepare the lunch box and the sandwiches, keeping the dessert box aside for later, while he put his guitar aside, back to its case. She knew it was too early for lunch and that he was probably just being considerate and not even hungry, but she didn't like the idea of her stomach constantly interrupting Luka’s guitar sounds.

"Ta-da!" Marinette proudly showed off the food she prepared.

"Wow! This is amazing, Marinette. Everything looks delicious" she showed him a proud grin. "You must have woken up very early to cook this. No wonder you're hungry" she squeaked and his lips curved up at her cute reaction. "Thank you and sorry for the inconvenience". He added, with a moved smile.

"No no! Don't apologize, I'm happy!" Her hands frantically moved from side to side. "Aah- but let me know if you have any allergies or anything you don't like? I didn't know your favorites, so I prepared a little bit of everything…"

"You sure prepared a lot… But don't worry. I don't have any allergies and I'm not a picky eater, either. It's perfect, Marinette. Thank you"

"Then eat a lot! You're too skinny" she pointed at his arms.

"Yeah… I guess you're right" he agreed, apologetically.

"Here!" she raised the lunch box filled with sandwiches and waited for him to take one. Once he did, she prepared some cups of water and took one sandwich for herself.

Before Luka could take a bite, the breeze blew stronger for a second and made a flock of Luka’s hair fall between his sandwich and his teeth, almost inside his mouth. Marinette giggled and Luka smiled softly at her.

If only this peace could last forever…

“Here. Use this” Marinette let her pigtails fall and offered him one of her hair ties.

“Thank you”. Luka took the red hair tie before she took off her hat and tied her hair in a high ponytail. She looked different, even prettier, he thought. Then, he pulled his hair back and tied it into a little bun that amused Marientte.

“You can keep it. I have more at home” she smiled, taking the egg sandwich back in her hands. “Now your hair is not going to get in the way. Eat, c’mon! I've made plenty of food!"

“Okay” he smiled, taking a bite and savouring it under Marinette's nervous and expectant eyes. “It’s delicious, Marinette. As expected of Paris’ best bakery's daughter”

“Thank you” She blushed, letting go a relieved sigh. “But your hair surely has really grown so long, Luka... And it’s not blue anymore…”

“Yeah… My sister Juleka used to dye and cut it for me. Without the tools at home, I don’t even know where to start" he shrugged. "Same with the nails. I keep painting them, but my sister was much better at it than me. Juleka’s nail art was incredible...” Marinette noticed how his expression darkened, nostalgic. He really missed them…

“What if I cut and dye your hair then?" She suggested to lift his spirits up. He blinked a few times. "Ah- It’s not that you don’t look good with long hair- And I've never dyed anyone's hair before, but I just thought that maybe you were hot with it? I mean- You’re always hot but hot as warm! As the opposite of cold! Not as handsome, which is also true but- Argh-! Sorry…”

“It’s ok, Marinette. I think you’re hot too. Hot as warm, of course. You're totally not cold” he teased and laughed at her flustered pouting face. “But you’re right. I should cut my hair. It's getting somewhat annoying and it's getting hotter as summer approaches... Would you really do it for me?”

“Gladly!” she grinned. “But let’s eat first”

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Luka did his best to eat as much as he could, but his stomach wasn't used to eating much, especially since these past months. At dessert time, Marinette took out a plate with some fruits on it. 'Balance is important!' she said, and Luka stared in silence.

“Is there a problem with apples? You keep staring…” Marinette asked in worry. “Do you hate them…?”

“Hm?” He distractedly answered. “No. Not at all. It’s just… they remind me of my sister”

“Oh...” She didn’t verbally ask for an explanation, respecting his boundaries, but her eyes were lonely. And Luka had a weakness for those eyes…

“You see? Juleka used to have an eating disorder…” he confessed. “She wanted to be a model and thought she had to be thin and have a ‘perfect body’. She only ate apples for a while… Until Rose confessed her love to her and shove that idea out of her head after they started dating. I haven’t eaten apples since… you know…”

“Oh, no! I’m so sorry… Maybe I shouldn’t have…” Marinette lamented.

“No, don’t mind it. I actually love apples, Marinette. It’s just that they are attached to memories, that’s all. You couldn’t have possibly known” he caressed her shoulder with affection.

“Your sisters sound very cute… I wish I could have been her friend instead of…” a knot formed in her throat: ‘the one responsible for their deaths…’ Her aura darkening didn’t pass unnoticed by Luka, who took one apple and bit it with conviction. Marinette reacted at the sound of his teeth on the fruit. “Ah-!”

“Delicious!” He exclaimed. “You know what, Marinette? Apples will also remind me of you from now on, so don't feel bad” he said, and she was moved to the verge of crying. “Let me peel and cut one for you” he offered, reaching for the knife.

“No! I can do it myself! I’m not a child!” She protested.

“With those cuts on your fingers?” she made an embarrassed sound, curling her body to hide her hands. “Don’t be stubborn and let me do it for you. Please? As a tiny thank you for the food?” he straightened his hands and she reluctantly gave him the knife and an apple. He was so skillful at using the knife Marinette was almost hypnotized watching. “You know?” He continued. “I’m grateful you prepared all this food thinking about me, but I wish you didn’t injure yourself for trying too hard. Your company alone is very precious to me, Marinette”

Marinette’s eyes glowed in love and before she could come with an answer, Luka stretched his hand to offer her a piece of apple. She looked back at him in the eyes, and he encouraged her to take it with a nod. Instead of that, Marinette closed her eyes and opened her mouth, leaning her face closer, signaling for him to feed her. She peeked under her lashes and found herself amused at his puzzled face. When she felt the touch of the apple in her mouth, she took a bite happily. Her lips brushed his fingertips slightly during the action, but both of them pretended not to notice, even if their hearts did and were racing noisily inside their chests.

“You’re right! It’s delicious” Marinette exclaimed, after swallowing and taking a second bite.

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Luka knew the best compliment a cook can get is having their cooked food completely finished, but there had been enough food for five people at least. She totally overdid it and she was well aware of it. At the end, she offered Luka to take the rest of the food with him, in hope he would start eating properly instead of relying on fast food or whatever unhealthy food he usually ate. Was he even eating multiple times a day? Something gave Marinette the impression he didn't.

After some long minutes of lying on the picnic mat, side by side, enjoying each other's company under the shade of the trees, Marinette prepared some tea she had on her thermos, and offered it to Luka. Both of them seated down, relaxed, and put their cups on a little tray Marinette had prepared beforehand.

Unexpectedly and out of the sudden, another gust of wind raised, and Luka reacted fast to catch Marinette's hat lying beside her before it went flying away. In the process, he clumsily knocked Marinette down and her back fell on the picnic mat, Luka's body over hers. With one hand, he had protected Marinette's head from the accidental fall, while the other held her hat and helped himself keep his balance. His face was very close to hers, barely a few centimeters apart.

Neither of them could move. Their eyes were locked and their hearts were rapidly beating in unison.

Was he going to kiss her? Or was he hesitating as much as she was? Was he also holding back the urge to brush their lips together?

She couldn't be sure, but she wasn't stupid: she knew there was something- something in his eyes that longed for her. Something she wished was the same growing love she held for him.

She felt herself at loss staring into his blue eyes. She loved that shade of blue, and she soon realized she almost forgot what green was like. Green was the past- blue was the present and, hopefully, the future as well.

What would he say if she confessed?

"Luka…" she whispered, her hand reaching to touch his face.

He pulled himself apart, not completely, just a bit, as an automatic reaction to Marinette's fingers in contact with his skin. He could see her obvious blush at the new distance, and she didn't miss how his eyes darted momentarily to her lips before returning to her eyes. Her heart-rate sped up even more. Expectantly, she closed her eyes, slightly tilting her head up in a way to tell Luka she wanted to be kissed. She knew he would get the message- he wasn’t like Adrien: Luka could read her easily- better than anyone. And she wasn't being subtle either. It was impossible for Luka to not notice.

He knew. And he also knew she knew.

Marinette could hear and feel Luka's breath close, and also his hesitation in it as he gulped and left a long exhale. She was completely offering herself to him and he wanted her more than anything. Was he allowed to, though?

Why do the heart and the brain have to be so contradictory?

He stopped holding her hat and used the thermos' weight to keep it in place. His hand raised to brush her face softly. Her breathing stopped at his touch, almost begging for it to continue with an invisible invite. A voiceless whine could be perceived as a natural reaction of the magical warmth she felt underneath his fingers. It wasn't the first time he touched her, but it felt so special, so heavenly, so… right. His thumb moved to the corner of her lips and her body jolted discreetly, ticklish and electric, and her next begging whine was not silent anymore.

He brushed the side of her mouth with his thumb, then over her lower lip and finally rubbed the corner of her mouth again, carefully to not mess with her lip gloss. She was thrilled and her heart was about to burst out when the distance between them shortened, their lips almost touching.

A voice echoed in his head.

Consequences.

He had to pull himself together. He had to be responsible for the consequences of his actions. Consequences he, and especially her, weren't ready to face.

With that in mind, Luka bit his own lip, stopped himself at the last second and pulled back to his sitting position, in regret, frustrated and ashamed of his unusual selfishness.

He had to be strong, for him. 'And, especially, for her' he reminded himself.

He silently waited for Marinette to open her eyes so he could help her back up, and, when she did, Marinette had to wipe the subtle tears that formed on her eyes.

Had she just been rejected? Her heart ached painfully.

But Luka smiled. Hurt, but still smiled. Tenderly, only to her...

What was he hiding under that painful smile? What was stopping him? Their connection- the way it felt… it couldn't just be her imagination, right...? She shouldn't just abandon hope just yet, should she? No- But then, why...?

She looked at him with a confused look, troubled, trying to understand him under his gentle facade. There was something there… but she couldn't place it. Something deeper, hidden somewhere out of her reach.

"Luka why-?" She mumbled and he shrugged.

"Your hat was about to go flying. Sorry I pushed you. It wasn't on purpose'' yeah, she already knew that. She looked at him, demanding for another explanation, and he had no choice but to come up with an excuse. "You had mayonnaise at the corner of your lips. There's still a bit"

Marinette opened her eyes big as plates and took out a little mirror from her pocket. It was true: There still was some mayonnaise. How embarrassing! She took a napkin to clean herself.

"Thank you," she said. But she was still unsatisfied. That couldn't be his only reason. She couldn't be so mistaken. "Luka-"

"This wind has become annoying, hasn't it?" He cut her to change the topic. Her eyebrows frowned in discontentment, but he ignored it on purpose. "You better keep your hat in your picnic basket. It would be a pity if you lost it." She was about to protest when he received a phone call and stood up to answer it. 'Ah- too late…' Marinette sulked.

It was a call from the hospital, as expected. He had warned her she would receive it. An update on his mother's condition. Everything seemed fine at the hospital, which was a relief. The phone call didn't last long, but before Marinette could go back to the topic, Luka spoke first.

"You know? My sister Juleka bought her girlfriend Rose a similar hat for her birthday and she cried rivers when she lost it”

She nodded in low spirits. It wasn't the hat that she didn't want to lose… it was him. His friendship. His company. And she had just put it in risk, didn't she?

Weren't his sisters, more likely, the reason he stopped himself from kissing her? She should have thought more about that before surrendering to her personal wishes.

Wasn't it already a miracle he was friends with the one who killed his sisters anyway?

Why did she keep failing to her conviction of putting him first?

She was no good at all…

'Wait. What-?' Marinette realized something as she assimilated Luka's words: that hat… hadn't she found it somewhere and repaired it? It couldn't be the same, right? She looked inside it and found a name tag: 'Rose'. Her eyes widened as she gasped. "Luka- I think… could this be the same hat your sister lost?" she showed him and his eyes got watery at the sight of her late sister's handwriting. 'No way…' Marinette hurried to hold his hand in comfort.

"How can this be? What were the odds?" Marinette asked, rhetorically. "This has been my favorite hat since I found it by the riverside…" she couldn't stop analyzing his expression as his pupils opened wider to stare at the hat. His fingers brushed the texture of the familiar name tag with care and she could easily appreciate the nostalgic and bittersweet smile that appeared on his face. "You can have it. It belonged to your sister… It must be important for you" she offered.

Luka paused, thinking, but he finally denied with his head. "Thank you, but I want you to have it. You fixed and treasured it for so long. I can be relieved it's in good hands. I believe Rose would say that too. Plus-" he paused. "It looks good on you. Thank you for treasuring it, Marinette"

"It was nothing…" she blushed. "It's just so lovely I couldn't stop myself. I'm very glad I did though." She smiled softly, and he smiled back at her.

"Say…" she started again, and Luka listened. "When are your sisters’ birthdays? You mentioned they were soon?”

Luka took his smartphone out of his pocket and showed her the calendar app. “In two weeks, Tuesday. Both of them were born on the same day, month, and year. Impressive, isn’t it?” he smiled fondly, signaling their names and ages on said day of the calendar app.

Marinette's eyes opened bigger. “What? No way! That day is my birthday too!” And it was Luka's turn to open his eyes in surprise.

“Really?" Luka exclaimed. "Can such a coincidence really exist...?" He mumbled, astonished. Marinette decided she wanted to cheer him up, like he had done with her when she was at her lowest.

“Should I help you buy them something special? Maybe it could make your mother happy? And maybe… We could go together? Or celebrate it? Oh, you’ll probably be busy with work… or taking care of your mother… Nevermind…” she progressively lowered her voice in resignation.

“I actually have some free time early in the morning" He smiled gratefully. "It won't be long, but I would love to celebrate your birthdays together, Marinette”

"Really!? I'll bake a cake, then! And we should totally go to the flower shop! We'll find the perfect flowers for them" Luka hummed and Marinette blushed when he stared at her. "Wh- what?"

"Nothing. It's nice seeing you enthusiastic, that's all" he rested his back on the tree and tilted his head to the side. "It's almost contagious"

"Good!!" She grinned. "Because I want you to feel better and we have so much to prepare. Starting for..." Marinette stood up energetically and got closer to him. Her hands straightened towards his hair and finally reached to untie his hair. She combed it with her fingertips and could smell the ocean scented fragrance carried by the breeze. "We're going to cut and dye your hair first!" She smiled widely, and Luka reciprocated her smile.

She took a step backwards and offered him her hand to help him stand up. Before he took it, another strong wind lifted Marinette's skirt and exposed her undies. She ducked and squeaked in embarrassment, covering her face. A second later, she peeked to see Luka from behind her knees, he was blushing and at loss of words. 'Cute'. "Did you see…?" She shyly asked.

"I didn't see! My hair got in the way. Don't worry" He hurried to deny it and Marinette giggled at his flustered face. Too cute.

"It's ok, Luka. I'm wearing shorts beneath the skirt" she smiled. "Besides... I wouldn't mind it if it's you…" she whispered under her scarf.

It was amusing to her to see how Luka tried to act as if he hadn't heard her when he obviously had. She loved flustered Luka. Adorable.

Marinette stood up again and offered her hand to Luka again. He didn't hesitate to take it. "Let's go get your hair cut and dyed. I know the perfect person to help us!"

She picked up her basket and pulled Luka's hand, but he stopped her, pulling her back. She turned to look at him in confusion.

"You're forgetting the picnic mat. And the thermos" he pointed out, securing the strap of his guitar case around his shoulder.

"Ah-" she quickly took the thermos and folded the mat fighting the wind as she could (stupid wind don't mess with me!!), put them in her basket and reached to pull Luka's hand again. He stopped her once again and asked a question instead.

"Say- now that we are here… do you still think I'm a ghost?" He teased and Marinette flustered.

"I already knew you weren't!" She whined and once more, she fell in love with his laugh.

"Good. Because I wouldn't want you to be scared of me" he hummed.

"I wouldn't be scared of you even if you were a ghost…" she mumbled, face reddened. She shook her head quickly. "Let's go now!"

Luka couldn't help but think how adorable she was, while she clumsily hummed, off-tempo, the song he always played- the song he had composed for her (even if she wasn't aware of that fact).

#my fic #lukanette fic #endgame lukanette #airip4 #fic: from above the stars

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music recs bls. preferably nothin by straight men but based on ur entire vibe i dont think i have to worry abt that lol

ok firstly, please PLEASE listen to G.L.O.S.S., they only have one album but it FUCKS. (also i don't know Dyke Drama as well but its Sadie Switchblade from G.L.O.S.S.' solo work and the album I bought was really good) (EDITED TO ADD A READMORE BC HOLY SHIT)

also, basic queer punk hours here but Against Me! is always, always worth it. laura jane grace my hero and beloved

Neighborhood Brats is a female fronted punk band. Actually, Dirt Cult Records has a number of pretty cool artists - I can't speak to all their gender/sexualities but their music is good. Dan Padilla (the band not the man lmao), Needles//Pins, Dead Years, Postage and, Feral Trash. I can't remember if Dear Landlord and Shallow Cuts are with Dirt Cult (i dont THINK so) but I do know they overlap with Dan Padilla.

Fangbanger is a really cool pop-ish punk band, and I haven't been into real pop punk in a long time but I really like them. Troll 2 is kind of folk punk, and by the tone of this ask I think you'd like them. i have a few Propoghandi songs i like (thrash punk), if you like ska you like Streetlight Manifesto. The Muslims and Fea my roommate got me into and both are really cool punk bands - the muslims is a queer poc crunchy punk band and fea is a san antonio based latina all female band. Ramshackle Glory is an anarchist punk band. GOGOL BORDELLO HOW COULD I FORGET YOU romani punk band from lower east side manhattan. i had a Sainte Catherine's cd on repeat for like 4 months straight when i was a teenager and honestly i was so valid for that.

and of course theres always the ramones, the replacements, husker du, the minutemen, the dead kennedys, black flag, the menzingers, etc.

Leaving punk, I know I just commented on a post about basic music but i really do like Florence + The Machine. Rip. The Amazing Devil is a bit, like, well the dude from the Witcher is in it so that says something but sometimes I want a song I can soulfully and really awfully sing along to. My roommate got me into Gloryhammer, so like, if you want weird ass concept metal albums, there u go. i recently remembered Luca Turilli (also known as Rhapsody and Luca Turilli's Rhapsody) exists, i was OBSESSED with these metal songs as a kid. oingo boingo is weird. i also really like Trocadero (shut up shut upppp i know its the red vs blue band but they do have cool music let me live). be steadwell and Grace Petrie are very queer, if thats what youre after. Palehound is kinda indie but some of thier songs get stuck in my head really easily. Ratatat is an electronic band that fits nothing else in this post but. a vibe. i had an Unwoman phase as a kid after that Night Vale Weather.

some single songs i really like but know less about the artist, of scattered genres: Who Wears The Pants?? by Soko, My Gap Feels Weird by Superchunk, Numbers (I Can Only Count To Four) by Psychostick (hehehe), For an Old Kentucky Anarchist by The Orphans, Sober Intentions by Apes of the State, Coffee God and Cigarettes by Mischief Brew, I'm Against the Government by Defiance Ohio, You're Not The Only Bear I Fisted by Schmekel, Butch In The Streets by Tribe 8, Deep Love by Lady Lamb, Dark Days by Pup, Racing Stripes by Aesop Rock, Old Number Seven by The Devil Makes Three, I'm So Sick by Flyleaf, I Don't Wanna Be Funny Anymore by Lucy Dacus, Lake Pontchartrain by Ludo, Devil's Point by Wicked Shallows, TKO by Le Tigre, Transvestites Can Be Cannibals Too by Harley Poe, Providence by Poor Man's Poison, and Wildflowers by Gouge Away.

this was ABSOLUTELY more than you asked for but i thought about music and got really excited, im sorry. also again i dont know how many of these artists are cishet men but also like, i like them and IM neither cis nor het so

#m text #i could tag all these bands. im not going to.