!!! i finally got the song reference


“No one has ever allowed me to forget my heritage. I am Dornish. It was meant as an insult. But they should have known better. In Dorne, women rule.”

*Frank Sinatra’s My Way blares dramatically in the background* Woops, instead of actually finishing up the next chapter of A Tale of Sand and Smoke I ended up finally finishing this picture. Rhaenys deserves the throne, even if it is horribly uncomfortable. Goodness so many references used for that throne. Never again.


Here’s the answer, because I know the media is gonna be digging Taylor and labeling every guy about the wrong guy, so, let’s break it down…



WHO IS IT ABOUT? We all know who this one is about…

Joe Alwyn

How? “Younger than my exes, but he act like such a man, so”
> Joe is younger than her last exes (Tom/Calvin.)

The song is also referring to the Met Gala when Taylor first saw Joe and what her first thoughts of him were.

2. Endgame


Joe Alwyn

Reputation precedes me, they told you I’m crazy
This is actually the original line of “Gorgeous” a song that is obviously about Joe. Taylor ended up not including the line in the song, but, it was put in Endgame instead. Just from this lyric, it’s very obviously telling it’s about Joe.

3. I Did Something Bad

Who is it about… Calvin Harris/Kim/Kanye

If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing
I don’t regret it one bit, ‘cause he had it coming”

Calvin talked shit about Taylor, especially after she dropped the fact that she wrote the song; “This Is What You Came For." 

I never trust a playboy“ is also referring to Calvin. Calvin at the time when dating Taylor use to tweet; "Hunting Season”
while in clubs looking at/for girls. “I never trust a narcissist
But they love me” is also a dig at Calvin… “Better Man” showcases Calvin’s ego-inflated narcissist personality.

It also refers to receipts, so possibly leaning towards Kanye and Kim as well.

4. Don’t Blame Me

Who is it about… Obviously… Joe!

“Lord, save me, my drug is my baby
I’ll be usin’ for the rest of my life”

Taylor refers to Joe as her baby in the song “Gorgeous” so, this is obviously about Joe, just from that line alone. Taylor
also refers to Calvin again, by the “older line” comment.

5. Delicate

Who is it about? Again, obviously, Joe!

My reputation’s never been worse, so
You must like me for me…” This line is again a reference to the original “Gorgeous” line and Taylor referring to the fact that her Reputation precedes her. The song also references a bar, that’s where Taylor and Joe would be, bars… She also met him in a bar.

6. “So It Goes…”

Who is it about? Joe.

Met you in a bar
All eyes on me, your illusionist” Taylor and Joe love them bars, aye?

7. “Gorgeous”

Who is it about? JOE DAMN ALWYN…

“Whiskey on ice, Sunset and Vine
You’ve ruined my life by not being mine” - Sunset and Vine are streets, in-between those streets is the theater Taylor went to when she went to see Joe’s movie. 

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine
I feel like I might sink and drown and die” The blue eyes are obviously Joe’s, as Joe has very blue eyes while Tom, and Calvin
are very light and more green, same with Harry, bright vibrant green eyes.

8. “Getaway Car”

Who is it about? Tom Hiddleston.

Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery” This is actually a reference to Tom’s comments he did in an interview. “It was the great escape, the prison break
The light of freedom on my face” this is referring to when Taylor finally got rid of Calvin, and it was her and Tom against
everything, which is why there IS a Bonnie and Clyde reference in the song, they were running from everything, Calvin,
the media, etc, while she was FREE.

“I left you in a motel bar
Put the money in a bag and I stole the keys” - This could be a reference to when Tom bought Taylor take out food while she was
at the hotel… He was also spotted holding that paper bag. Put the money in the bag, is obviously referring to the take out food.

9. King of My Heart

Who is it about? Taylor’s angel boyfriend, Joe Alwyn..
I’m your American Queen” Taylor referring to herself, while Joe is the opposite, which is British.
“Cause all the boys and their expensive cars
With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars” - This is actually referring to Calvin’s Harris Range Rover, Harry Styles Rover,
Tom’s Rover and Jaguar ;)

Up on the roof with a school girl crush
Drinking beer out of plastic cups” In Taylor’s “Gorgeous” video, she’s on the roof, clearly drinking and Joe is recording her.

10. Dancing with Our Hands Tied

Who is it about? Once again, Joe!

I, I loved you in secret
First sight, yeah, we love without reason
Oh, twenty-five years old
Oh, how were you to know”

This lyric is actually bringing us back to the time that Taylor attended the Met Gala. She loved Joe in secret, obviously,
because she was stuck with Calvin.
Joe was twenty-five years old when he met Taylor at the Gala.
“So, baby, can we dance
Oh, through an avalanche?
And say, say that we got it
I’m a mess, but I’m the mess that you wanted” The avalanche is referring to everything around Taylor crumbling,
her reputation, her relationships, everything that she had, the mess, and her being in a bad position.

11. Dress

Who is it about? JOE!
“Our secret moments in your crowded room
They’ve got no idea about me and you” They were in a crowded room, which we all know, and nobody had no idea
about Taylor and Joe. 

“Now I wake up by your side
My one and only, my lifeline”
Again, referring to Joe, as he is now hers. Taylor also uses the word “gold” a lot in these
songs, more proof, Joe…

12. This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

Who is it about? Kanye West/Kim Kardashian

Friends don’t try to trick you
Get you on the phone and mind-twist you” This is referring to the very well-known phone call where Kanye stated multiple
times that him and Taylor are “friends”
yet, he tricked Taylor in the end, despite calling himself a “friend.”

12. Call It What You Want

Okay, this is obviously about Joe, I’m not even gonna bothering finding a lyric because we all know, lol…

13. Lastly, and finally, New Year’s Day.

Who is it about? Joe.

I don’t even have to explain ;)

There you have it, so if the media tries digging for clues and pin-pointing it
on random guys, they can’t, because it’s all dedicated to Joe.


Nine years of painting in a sketchbook

As a freshman in art school I cringed when I was told that students were required to keep a sketchbook. I never draw preparatory sketches because I like to work a painting out as I go, not in advance. When shown a finished artwork and its original sketch, I usually find the first draft to be more spontaneous, energetic, fresh and beautiful. But I was an obedient student so I forced my hand and began drawing in a Moleskine journal.

Drawing in public places always led to striking up conversations with strangers and helped me to make friends outside of school. I began drawing and experimenting on a daily basis. I bought acrylic ink for a school assignment and poured some into my sketchbook using an eye dropper. I liked how the ink bled onto other pages, adding color and texture. I fell in love with the medium and started drawing with ink using a dip pen and brush.

It’s difficult to use dip pens, brushes and ink jars while sitting in a cafe, so I began painting in my room. The privacy loosened me up and my themes became more personal. For years I was in the habit of punctuating paintings with song lyrics, but I finally started using my own poetry. After a while, I grew so invested in the sketchbooks that I began referring to them as “books of paintings” to imply they were complete, indivisible artworks.

I used to surf the internet to find images to draw, but that became boring because I kept googling the same things: antelope, construction cranes and light houses were among my usual search terms. In 2011 I got into photography and started using my own photos for reference. Now I exclusively paint scenes from memory or personal photographs.

Change is so gradual it’s hard to tell if I’m improving at all, so occasionally I flip through my collection of Moleskines. I think the most important creative change was the decision to stop copying images from the internet and other people’s poetry. This really opened me up creatively and I’ve become more observant of my surroundings– time spent outside of studio feels creative and productive because I always have an eye out for material.

171001 ZICO’s Instagram Story

Zico: “Dean got new whip. Peno got new whip. SKRRRRRRRR”

*that piece of paper tells us fanxychild (ALL 6 OF EM YAS refer to the other 171001 ig story post) met last night to hang out and plan for the song lineup for The Cry on Oct 14 ITS GONNA BE LIT, FINALLY FANXYCHILD COMPLETE ON STAGE


“Let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on
You got the healing that I want
Just like they say it in the song
Until the dawn, let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on” (x)

suddenly feels like drawing otps kissing at the prom while slowly listening and dancing to the song <3

Lust for life

I finally feel able to articulate what it is that bothers me so much about the Lust for Life-era. It’s that Lana is much too smart to be making this kind of music, like she’s not living up to her potential. After having written songs such as “Body Electric”, “Carmen”, “Sad Girl”, “Old Money”, “God Knows I Tried” and “Terrence Loves you” it’s strange getting a track like “Lust for life”. There was so much thought, word play, references etc in her previous works. Everything was so cleverly written. 

I love Lana. When “Best American Record” came out I got so hopeful. I mean, she’s worked with people like Stevie Nicks and Sean Lennon, so I hope that means there will be more depth to the rest of her record. 

I Hate You (Hoseok Angst)

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader
Genre: Angst (Fuckboy AU)
Length: Very Long

*Warning- Strong Language, Sexual Actions (But no smut)*

Originally posted by jjeonguk

(Thanks to @cupcake7592 who requested this <3)

*Also, I HIGHLY suggest listening to the song that Jhope says later in the fic. I PUT THE LINK ON THE NAME OF THE SONG. The lyrics are…something. And for your enjoyment, this is a song that I got from Jhope’s ACTUAL SPOTIFY PLAYLIST*

Summary- It has been known all throughout your four years of high school that the one to run the halls was Jung Hoseok. Though you referred to him as Jung Hoe-seok because he was the biggest fuckboy to ever exist in your town. You thought that you’d finally be safe from him but you’re mistaken when he shows up at your college, and in the same night class as you.

Jung Hoseok.

Or as you’d rather call him, Jung Hoe-seok.

It was not a surprise that you hated his guts. It also wasn’t a surprise that you liked him more than any boy in the school. It was a silly crush, in fact, it was a stupid-as-fuck crush because you just had to fall for the biggest fuckboy in the whole entire school. More like your whole entire town.

Yet, as you stood in your dark blue graduation cap and gown, you somehow felt relieved. Watching as everyone walked the stage upon name call and accepting their diplomas, you smiled when you heard the very name that used to make you cringe. “Jung Hoseok.” 

The principal’s voice rang loud throughout the speakers of the large convention auditorium and your eyes stayed locked on the man as he walked across the stage, shaking every hand that passed him before accepting the diploma from the principal. 

The cameras were on him and he faced the one in front of him and winked, causing the girls around you to make loud noises that ranged from screams and sighs, to questionable noises that you were more than happy to NOT question.

But not you. You simply clapped, staring at the man who brought you the most pain through high school. The same man who you were ecstatic to never see again. You watched, your diploma tight in your hands as the principal returned to the mic to say the final words that would bring you happiness.

“And this, ladies and gentleman, was our class of 2017!”

You watched as blue caps flew in the air around you, and you quickly hugged your best friend, Jisoo, who stood behind you.

You were finally free. From the horrifying hell known as high school, and the devil within it. 

Jung Hoseok.

Summer passed to quick for comfort. The trips out of the country as graduation gifts and parties at the beach with your friends seemed as if they were set in fast forward and here you were, arriving on campus to the university of your dreams.

“A major in dance, specifically, ballet and contemporary. Here on a full ride scholarship with a 4.0 GPA. Wow…I’m so proud of my little girl.” Your father grabbed you in a tight hug and you giggled, hugging him back.

“Dad…” You pouted. You watched a lot of movies about daughters going away to college and saying goodbye to their father, but you never knew you’d feel this emotional.

You’re going to a college five hours from home, which is pretty far in your opinion but you aren’t going to complain when it’s the college of your dreams. You’ve been dancing since you were seven years old, and you took pride in that. Your mother was a professional ballerina and when she retired, you knew you had to fill in her shoes. This didn’t bother you one bit.

You grabbed the rest of your luggage, carrying them into your large dormitory. “I think this is the last one.” You walked into your room, carrying in a small bag while your father brought in multiple.

He set them down, wiping his forehead of the sweat that rest there. “Good…I thought I was gonna die.” You looked around, seeing how boring the walls were. That was going to change soon.

Your father left after many goodbyes and tears, and now you were finally alone. Starting your life officially.

Decorating your room took most of the day, and you sat on your freshly made bed, staring at the photos, posters, and lights that adorned your wall. You looked at the photos of your family and friends and you sighed.

You really were going to miss everyone, but you knew they were going to the best schools and were going to go far so you weren’t going to mope all day about it.

Naturally on your schedule, you’d have your move in day and then you have your classes next week. This didn’t apply to you because you’re majoring in ballet and contemporary dance, which meant your classes start as soon as possible. Most of them were two days from now, but there was one class that started tonight, and it was a class you dreaded.

It wasn’t that you hated dancing to hip pop, it was just the fact that you had a difficult time with it. When you talked to your major adviser on why hip pop dance was on your schedule, she said it was a requirement as a dance major to broaden your skills, and it was either hip pop or folk. You would rather take folk.

You hurried into the dance studio building, finding Studio 407 for your 6:30pm hip pop class. You dressed in comfortable dance attire, which seemed to be what everyone wore. Adidas track pants, and a tank top or crop top.

You sported your own Adidas track pants and crop top, which you bought the other day along with many other clothes after looking at what hip pop dancers wore.

There is nothing more embarrassing than not wearing the right clothes to dance practice.

You looked at your sport watch, seeing that it was 6:45pm. You looked around, wondering where the dance instructor was and you were relieved when he almost on cue walked through the door. He definitely looked like he danced to hip pop. In fact he looked like he danced to hip pop since he was born.

He had this aura, and you knew he had that ‘swag’ everyone looked for and you could only gaze up at him as you sat on the dance floor. He was wearing sweats and a long sleeve shirt, and you wondered how he’d be able to handle dancing a two hour class when he’ll be getting as hot as ever wearing that.

You stood up when he clapped his hands, getting everyone’s attention and you all bowed, saying hello to your teacher. He smiled, looking at everyone but his smile was quick to disappear. “Hold on…we’re missing someone.” He said, picking up his list of students.

Right away, the door to the studio opened and a man hurried in, apologizing for being late. “Just don’t be late again, okay?” Your teacher patted their back and you could only stare at the man in shock.

You came to this school, not only because it was the school of your dreams but also because you thought that you’d get away from him. But it seemed that fate had a different plan because you were staring straight at him. Jung Hoseok. And he was looking straight at you too.

You gulped as a playful smirk spread across his face and he winked before heading to the other side of the room.

Now you really wish you took folk instead.

You hate this.

You hate this.

You hate this.

You hate him. Jung Hoseok.

You hated the way he looked at you. The way he always stood next to you during dance practice. You really hated how he always tried to talk to you after.

But you especially hated today.

“You all have been learning this routine very well, so now I know all of your skills and abilities. Now, to be a good hip pop dancer, you need to work well with people. Especially if you’re going to be in a hip pop group or dance behind hip pop artist with a lot of other background dancers.” You looked at your teacher, sipping from your water bottle as you patted away the sweat from your neck with a towel.

“So, I’ve decided to put everyone in pairs. A person with great skills, and someone who is a little lacking. This will help so the skilled can teach, and the lacking can learn. This builds trust, and a better dance routine. You two will be choreographing a dance to a song in this list. That will be chosen at random by a number than you will choose.” You looked around the room, looking at your possible partners.

Hoshi is really good, he’s been dancing almost as long as you have. Taeyong is really good too. Amazing at that. You looked over everyone but your eyes halted when you saw a pair of brown eyes staring at you. 

Hoseok was staring again. This happens frequently but you were wise to ignore it. You are not going to fall into his trap. You’re not those dumb girls from high school. You’re not going to fall for Jung Hoseok’s charm, even though you kind of already have.

You heard the teacher start to pair people together and you watched the people you hoped would be your partner be paired with someone else. You waited patiently for your name. “(Y/N)…you are paired with Hoseok.”

Those words didn’t seem to click with you at first and your eyes widened. “Say again?” Your teacher looked at you with a small smile. “Your partner, is Hoseok.” He pointed over to the man, as if you didn’t know who he was. Of course you knew who he was. You’ve been spending your whole high school life avoiding him but now it was like the world was finding every possible way to put you together.

You looked at him, his brown eyes flickering from the teacher to you and he smiled, waving at you. You looked away quickly, covering your face with the towel.

This is not what you wanted, and it’s too late to drop the class. What could you do? You could fail. But then you’d lose your scholarship. You huffed, removing the towel from your face.

“So we meet again, (Y/N).” Hoseok stood behind you and you jumped, turning around to see him looking you up and down. “You’ve changed over the summer…did you get prettier?” He took a step closer to you but you stepped back.

“I’m not falling for your fuckboy charms, Jung Hoe-seok.” You quickly grabbed your stuff and made your way out the door but Hoseok was right behind you, following you.

“I’d prefer if you called me Jhope.” He smiled at you but you curled your lip in disgust. “I’d rather fall in cow shit.” You made your way into the dormitory and you wondered why he was still following you but you realized that the dormitory was co-ed, the boys dorms being on the left side and girls dorms on the right.

“I don’t see how falling in shit is more appealing than calling me by my nickname…” He murmured and you turned around, making him stop in his tracks. “Trust me, it’s like winning the lottery. Now can you leave me alone so I can go to my dorm and ask God why he did this to me?”

Hoseok put his hand to his chin, looking up in thought. “Fine, but don’t you want to know what song I chose for us to dance to?” He asked, and you groaned in frustration. “Yes, hurry up and tell me so I can go.” You weren’t surprised by how rude you were being.

He just wasn’t the type of guy you’d want to be nice to.

He leaned forwards, getting close enough to your face to make you more than uncomfortable. “Dance On Me by GoldLink” You looked at him slightly confused. “I’ve never heard of it.”

Hoseok just chuckled, looking at you up and down once more as he slowly bit his lip. You couldn’t help the heat that rose in your stomach and chest. “When you get to your apartment, listen to it. Then tell me what you think tomorrow, cause we’re gonna start working on it as soon as class starts.” He winked at you before turning towards his side of the dormitory.

“Sweet dreams!” You heard him say as he ran upstairs.

No way in hell were you going to dance to this song with him. You refuse.

As you walked into the dance studio to see Hoseok smiling at you, you had the song playing through your headphones. You walked up to him, his arms crossing over his chest. You paused the song, taking out your headphones. “We are not dancing to this song!” You yelled a little too loud and the people around you looked in your direction, surprised by your sudden outburst.

“Why not? It’s the perfect song for us.” He was teasing you, and you were pissed off. “ You so fine I eat behind, between your legs. In those jeans, take those off, now watch you spread? That’s the perfect song for us? You’ve got to be shitting me.”

You looked away, resisting the urge to storm out the studio and never come back. “Listen, it’s a song that we can dance to, and it’ll be a really good dance at that. I’ve been making the choreography all night.”

You scoffed at this words and you looked back at him. “Fine…but I’m only doing this because it’s too late to change and I have to pass this class.” Hoseok smiled, leaning close to you. “Of course you do.”

Because this was an assignment that required different songs for each group, you each had to take over the mini studios in the individual studio hall. Hoseok opened the studio you guys were assigned, and you turned on the lights to see an all white room with one of the walls being completely a mirror.

“Okay! Let’s get to work.”

It’s only been an hour and you questioned how you were able to endure all of this. The dance Hoseok choreographed was amazing. You’ve never seen such flow with the moves he put together, but when it got to your part of the dance, you had more than a million things that you found wrong with it.

“Hoseok, this is too sexual for me.” You sat on the floor, your back against the mirror as you stared up at him. “I know, that’s why I made it.” His blunt answer left a red hue on your cheeks and you looked away from him to avoid his gaze.

“I’m starting to reconsider if I should just fail the class or not.” You mumbled. Hoseok clicked his tongue. “You and I both know that you can’t fail this class.” He crouched down in front of you. “Come on, if you want to end this as quickly as possible, then work with me, get this A in the class, and then you can go on to be the best ballerina in the country.”

Your head snapped back to look at him. “How did you know I’m…” Hoseok just smiled, standing back up and moving back to the center of the room. “Get up, you got a dance to learn.

Three weeks have passed and you weren’t necessarily happy about it but you and Hoseok got close. Not only were you, sadly, practicing the dance he made and getting better and better, but you were starting to see him more outside of class than in.

It even got to the point where you’d go to each others dorm rooms and practice. Which you knew was against the rules for a different sex to be in each others rooms but you didn’t care. If it meant improving your skills and passing this large assignment, then that’s what you’d do.

Your performance was tomorrow and you and Hoseok were in your room, your dresser was pushed to the corner of the room to give you two enough space to practice. “Okay, now you have to pull yourself closer to me and as you do so, roll your body.” Hoseok reminded you and you nodded, rolling your body against him and you felt his hand wrap around your waist.

“Okay, now turn around.” You turned around as he said, pressing your back against him and he hummed, signaling what you did was right. “Okay, now bend down by the hips.” You did as he said, your ass pressing against him and you furrowed your eyebrows, ignoring how his hand rested against your mid back and his other hand rested at your waist, giving too little to the imagination the image he was trying to portray.

“Perfect.” He let go of you and you quickly moved away from him, moving your bangs from your eyes. “Okay, one more time so you don’t forget.”

You practiced this a few more times, ignoring how every time you did this, his hands felt tighter around you and his movements seemed too sexual, a surprise compared to the high tension this gave already.

“Are we done yet? I know I always messed up that part but I think I got it now. It’s all we’ve done for the past thirty minutes.” You leaned against your wall, looking at him as he crouched down in front of your laptop, that had the song playing from your speakers.

“Yeah…I think we’re done.” His voice seemed deeper than normal and the fact that he was breathing heavy confused you because you were the one doing all the work. He was just directing you on where to go. He stood back up, looking at you. “You can leave now.” You glanced at your door before looking back at him, who was approaching you quickly.

You pressed yourself against the wall, his body pressing against you and your breath hitched when you felt his lips against your neck. “Ho-Hoseok!” You tried to push him back but he grabbed your hands, pushing them against the wall and intertwining his fingers with yours.

You felt him start to suck on your neck and you couldn’t help your eyes from closing. “Hoseok…” You murmured and you felt him pull away from your neck and you opened your eyes again to see him staring at your lips. “I want to kiss you so bad.” He groaned.

You looked at him and bit your lip. “Don’t.” You pushed him away quickly, making him stumble back in surprise. “What?” He looked at you, confused by your refusal. “Get the fuck out of my room, Hoseok.” You pointed to your door, looking at him with a deep frown.

“Do you not like me? I’m so confused.” He ran a hand through his hair. “No, I hate you, now leave.” He looked at you, his confusion turning to anger. “Why? You’re telling me that you don’t like me? After four years of high school, and suddenly you hate me?” You crossed your arms. “I’ve always hated you.” He scoffed at that, looking away from you before snapping his head back to glare at you.

“You’re full of shit, you know that? You’ve liked me since freshman year. I know because you confessed.” And there you go.

He remembered.

Of course he remembered. It was only during junior year, and the most embarrassing year at that because you were exposed in front of the whole school for liking Hoseok. He showed everyone the note you wrote, and it left you with so much embarrassment that from that day forward, you hated him with every being in your soul.

“Yeah, and then you embarrassed me, so now I hate you. Did then, and I still do now.” You pointed at your door again. “Now leave.”

“I didn’t embarrass you, (Y/N). I rejected you, and you took it too close to heart because you’re an over-sensitive little girl who needs to grow up and realize that not every crush you have is going to fall in love with you like some Cinderella story.”

His words hurt, and it made you even more mad. “I’m not over-sensitive. You showed my letter to the whole school. I was the laughing stock. All because I fell for you, the biggest fuckboy in the area.”

Hoseok’s fist clentched and you kept your ground. You were not going to lose to him. Not a chance.

“You were rejected. Call it what you want, but you were rejected. If you want to call me showing your childish letter to my friends and then passing it on an embarrassment, then go ahead. Why-Why can’t you just be happy that you now have the guy you like, here with you right now, offering to kiss you? I’m giving you my time cause I know it’s what you always dreamed of.”

You ran a hand through your hair, clearly getting frustrated. “Fucking god, do you hear yourself? You showed my letter, my letter that was specifically for you, to your friends. My letter that expressed my feelings, and emotions. My letter where I told you my secrets because I was hoping you’d see that I’m not like all those girls you had, following you like a puppy because they thought you were hot. I fell for you because I thought you were the nicest person on Earth. You treated the people around you so nice and respectfully, and you never let anyone in your eyes feel small. At least that was what I thought. You’re a fake. A fuckboy who doesn’t care about anyone but his self image. All you look for is a girl to fuck, and fuck you Hoseok, because I’m not one of those girls. And I’m not a charity case, that you can go ahead and kiss and show affection to because you think I want it, and I’ve always dreamed of it. Well I don’t, I don’t want you, Hoseok. I don’t want you to kiss me, touch me, talk to me, or even look at me. I can’t even stand the fact that you’re attending the same college as me.” You watched Hoseok take your words as if they were daggers at his heart, but you didn’t care.

“You’re a sad man, Hoseok. I don’t know what you dealt with in the past, and frankly, I don’t care. But you’re a sad man who’s incapable of loving anyone or anything except yourself. I pity the girl who falls in love with you only to see that you’re an asshole.” You narrowed your eyes at him and he clenched his jaw, looking away from you. “I don’t need to hear anymore of this.” He grabbed his stuff, quickly walking past you. “Go fuck yourself, (Y/N).” He mumbled.

“Keep that up, and you might as well die alone.” You replied back before he slammed your door, leaving you by yourself and in silence.

You dreaded opening the door to Studio 407, and you dreaded everyone’s eyes on you, especially the man you told last night that he would die alone. You don’t regret what you said. It was how you truly felt and if how you truly felt was spoken in harsh words, then so be it. You looked back at him, his eyes quickly looking away from you and back at his phone.

You walked to the other side of the room, setting your stuff down and sitting down beside it. “Alright everyone, today is the day. Everyone get in order by the number of your song and we will start the performances.” Your teacher sat down in his chair at the upper corner so he could watch everyone line up and get ready.

Your song was number eight, and you were going to take your sweet time to avoid Hoseok until it was your turn. You were not going to let last night’s argument get in the way of your grade, and you knew Hoseok felt the same.

Performance one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven flew by and you watched attentively as they passed by. They were all so good, and you started to feel self-conscious about how you would perform.

You went to your place on the floor and you glanced over at Hoseok, who was staring at you, his expression unreadable. The music started, and you looked away from him, ready for the beat to start.

As soon as you heard your part, you started to move, your body turning and twisting in ways that seemed all too natural. You heard your classmates whoop and holler as you moved, bending down on parts you were taught to bend down on and rolling your body on parts that you learned over and over.

Hoseok’s hands were on you just as you two had practiced and you bent down, moving your hips against him and you heard your classmates cheer you on. For some reason you weren’t embarrassed.

You practiced hard as hell to make sure you knew this dance for it’s entirety and you were not going to mess up and disappoint not only yourself, but Hoseok who worked really hard to teach you.

As much as you hated him, you were not going to fuck this up after all the hard work you two have been through. You laid down on the ground and you watched as Hoseok put his hands on either side of your face and lifted himself, slowing lowering himself on top of you as if he were doing a floor grind.

He then rolled off of you and you turned around, lifting yourself from the air butt first as the music came to a halt before the beat came back in and you both danced in sync. Your feet moved fast as you held each other close before the music slowed down again and you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. He put his hands on your ass, holding you up as you pressed your forehead against his, staring into his eyes.

The music stopped and you squirmed a little so he would let you go and he did, carefully releasing you so you’d be back on the floor. You stepped away from him, looking at your classmates and instructor as they clapped and hollered for you two. You smiled and bowed, saying thank you before walking back to your things and sitting down to watch the next pair perform their dance.

The rest of the performances were amazing, and you were amazed by the talent your classmates had. Class had finally ended and after hearing your notes from the teacher, you grabbed your things and started to head out the door. As you walked towards your dormitory, you saw Hoseok was only a few feet ahead of you.

“Hoseok!” You called out for him and he stopped, turning around to look at you with that same unreadable expression. You sped up so you’d be in front of him and you ran your hands through your hair, moving your strands from your face. “I just wanted to say thank you…for teaching me the dance and working with me, who was lacking, and helping me improve.” You spoke entirely from your heart, really being thankful.

You don’t regret the hard work you two went through and you weren’t going to be disrespectful when it was Hoseok’s teachings and help that got you to where you were.

“I know we argued pretty bad last night, but I’m hoping we can move past it. We don’t have to be friends, I just don’t want the bad tension. It’s not good for our dancing and it doesn’t mix well with our other classmates. So…can we make amends?” You reached your hand out for a handshake and Hoseok looked at it as if you grew the hand that was in front of him.

“Are you serious right now?” He looked at you, his unreadable expression changing to a look of disbelief. He looked up, shaking his head before looking back at you. “You really are something, (Y/N).” He shook his head again, turning around to walk away.

“I don’t see a problem in just fixing the bad tension between us.” You reached out, grabbing his arm. He turned around, yanking his arm from your grasp as if you burned him. “I don’t want to make amends, (Y/N). In fact, I want to pretend that you don’t exist. Just like how you did to me.” He glared at you and you could only stare back at him in surprise.

“I was only telling you how I truly felt, Hoseok.”

He scoffed. “On, you truly feel that I’ll die alone? You don’t know shit about me.”

“I don’t want to! I don’t want to know anything about you.” You argued back. This was blowing up too quickly but Hoseok was quick to end it.

“Then leave me alone. Finish this class and don’t come back. I can’t stand to see your face. I can’t even stand the fact that you attend the same college as me.”

He used the same sentence against you and that hurt feeling you felt last night returned. You watched as he walked away, heading up the stairs to the boy’s side of the dormitory.

Class was finally over, and you were happy that you passed for the semester. Hip pop class is only a semester class if you were majoring in a different style of dance, but you could choose to continue in the class if you wished, but that was something you were definitely not doing. You were happy that after that pairing assignment, the teacher didn’t put you in any more groups or pairings that involved Hoseok, so you were able to avoid him like a champ.

You grabbed your things, saying your final goodbye to your teacher and he smiled. “I’m really sad to see you go…please consider joining the class next semester. This group will miss your talent and hard work.”

You frowned. You loved your classmates. They never hesitated to cheer you on. You even became friends with all of them, especially your three best friends, Lisa, Momo, and Jungkook. But that didn’t fix the fact that you still were not on good terms with Hoseok, and you don’t think you ever will.

You didn’t say anything to your teacher’s words. You didn’t have anything to say. Or anything he wanted to hear, for that matter. You quietly walked out the studio, saying your goodbye to the studio you grew to love.

Studio 407.

Greeting Kisses l.h

A/N: forgot I had this, I was supposed to post this ages ago. I don’t really know what this is, I was bored

Summary: Luke and his girlfriend (Y/N) accidentally uncover that they’re dating in a livestream and then they perform a song together

Word Count: 5,529


“How long have we got here again before we play another show?” My band mate Todd asks.

“I don’t even know anymore. Avery?” I ask my other band mate.

“3? 4 days?” Avery shrugs.

“Something like that, I’ll ask Joe later.” Julian my final band mate concludes.

“Where is Joe anyway?” I ask, referring to our tour manager.

“In the hotel or something, apparently something happened to a venue we’re performing at in a couple months, so he’s on the phone talking to them.” Todd replies.

“Where are the boys?” Avery asks as she plays with her bass.

“Here.” Todd and Julian say in unison.

“Bitch I always know where you are because I can hear your annoying voices all the time.” Avery tells them.

“That and you never leave us alone.” I add.

“Firstly I hope you can hear me because I kinda sing in a band.” Todd points out the obvious.

“Secondly, we never leave you alone because we’re kinda in a band together, have been for the past 5 years…” Julian trails off.

“Yeah but this close? I can easily hit you with the neck of this guitar.” I ask and I gently tap his chest with the neck of the acoustic guitar.

“I’m sorry I like your company.” He puts his hands up in surrender and stands up wide eyed.

“Aww, you like me!” I grin at him.

“Well I have to, we’re with each other 24/7, and who else is gonna be our frontman? I need to make that money, so without you, our band will go down hill.” He explains.

“I’m a woman, not a man.” I point out.

“Hey, I don’t know what you identify as!” Julian exclaims.

“True.” You shrug and look down at the guitar, strumming random chords.

“Could you pass me my phone?” Julian asks Avery from his Cajon.

“It’s literally a metre away from you but fine.” She shrugs and gets up.

We’re all in 5 Seconds Of Summer’s tour bus, just hanging out together. We’re great friends with the band, such great friends that Luke and I are dating, we’ve been dating for a little over a year now. We all became friends around 3 years ago, we met at a mutual friend’s birthday party, just so happened to fans of each other’s bands and we hit off from there. We have different relationships with everyone and we get along really well.

Luke and I haven’t told the fans yet, we’ve barely even talked about it. We’re just not the type of people to be very public about things like this. Sure, we post pictures together and stuff, and interact a lot on Twitter, but never once even hinted it online. There was one time where we were all out, we were all so drunk, and Luke and I were holding hands as a million paps blinded us with the flash. That did spark dating rumours but it died down faster than it sparked.

Luke was the first I connected to, we used to walk around cities we both coincidently played at or when the boys visited us or vice versa, and just talk, from useless things to such deep things that it felt like I needed a nap after. We first kissed a year before we actually started dating. We were all on a night out, and Luke and I ended up making out, there was this tension between us in the past month, and it started from there. The kiss felt magical, and then we slowly started to develop feelings for each other, the following year was made up of lingering touches, burning gazes, and a fuck ton of tension. Then we were at a charity concert in London, and we ended up in his band’s hotel room balcony, that was so close to the venue that you could see and hear all the performances, and all of a sudden we just looked at each other, the moon was shining down on him, he looked so beautiful, and he gingerly held my jaw and kissed me to the sound of Sycamore Tree by The Hunna. That went on for a couple weeks, sneaky kisses and sharing knowing glances across rooms, before we made it official. Ever since then I’ve made some of the best memeories with one of my favourite people.

If you couldn’t tell, I’m in a band. I’m the lead vocalist and rhythm guitarist, Todd is the lead guitarist and vocalist, Avery is the bassist and vocalist, and Julian is the drummer and vocalist. I met Julian and Todd at school, Avery used to live next door to me, and I’d hear her play the bass and sometimes hear her sing, so then I kinda asked ‘hey, wanna be in a band?’ We’ve been a band for 5 years now, coming up 6 soon, we’ve released 3 albums, gone on so many tours, and written countless songs. We’re currently working on album number 4, but it’s not in demand because we’re still touring and busy with other things. The chemistry between us all is unbelievable, sure, after touring for 10 months and being stuck in a tour bus, things can get a little tense, but besides those moments, we get along so well, and our minds work really well together, when we’re writing songs, we just get each other, and understand each other’s vibe. I couldn’t ask for better bandmates.

“Oh my God, no!” Avery says as she recognises what I’m playing.

“Let it be an exception this only time.” I laugh.

“Did you just- g-get out of the band.” Todd stutters.

“Come on.” I encourage them and start the beginning chords again, Julian beginning to join in.

“It has overplayed syndrome for me!” Avery shakes her head.

“Amuse her Ave, she’s only gonna keep on doing it until you join in.” Todd tells Avery.

“Fine.” She sighs.

Todd pulls out his phone and starts recording it all.

“When I was younger I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind.
He broke his own heart and I watched
As he tried to reassemble it.

And my momma swore
That she would never let herself forget.
And that was the day that I promised
I’d never sing of love if it does not exist.

But darling,
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.

Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul
That love never lasts.
And we’ve got to find other ways to make it alone.
Or keep a straight face.

And I’ve always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable distance.
And up until now I have sworn to myself
That I’m content with loneliness.

Because none of it was ever worth the risk.

Well you are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.

I’ve got a tight grip on reality,
But I can’t let go of what’s in front of me here.
I know you’re leaving in the morning when you wake up.
Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream.

You are the only exception. [4x]

You are the only exception. [4x]

And I’m on my way to believing.
Oh, and I’m on my way to believing.”

“It wasn’t that bad was it?” I ask.

“You’re right, it was kinda fun.” She sheepishly says.

“This is going straight to Twitter.” Todd grins.

“I’ll admit, it does have overplayed syndrome.” I agree.

“Just please don’t make me sing Wonderwall.” Avery cringes.

“I can agree with that.” I chuckle.

“So where are the boys?” Todd asks.

“I think they’re in their dressing room, I’m not sure.” Julian answers.

“Can we go see them?” I beg.

“Aw, is little (Y/N) getting boyfriend withdrawals?” Julian teases.

“Yeah, now I’m going, you joining?” I ask.

“Sure.” They all nod and we head out the tour bus, Todd bringing the guitar, toying with the strings.

As we walk through the venue, I begin to sing a song we’re currently working on, and it sounds really cool because the halls are so empty, my voice echos around.

“I really like that song, sure it needs tweaking at some parts, but I can’t wait for it to be released.” Julian pauses his conversation with Avery.

“Yeah, I think we should add a high note somewhere.” Todd adds.

“(Y/N) does the high note, whilst we sing over it, and when we perform it, all these lights and explosions go off.” Julian starts getting excited.

“That or there’s a huge build up and then the high note, and we kinda have tiny pause between each drum beat.” Todd suggests.

“I’ll write it down.” Avery tells us and pulls her phone out.

The sound of All Time Low meets our ears, and I can hear Ashton’s voice – looks like we’re close to the dressing room.

Todd knocks on the open door and all 4 boys turn to us, and smiles break out.

“Hey.” Avery waves walking in and goes straight to the sofa with Michael, the others following her.

I walk towards Luke, and he places his hand on my right ribcage, before pressing a short greeting kiss to my lips. “Hey.” He smiles.

“Hi.” I chuckle and walk over to the others.

“Hello.” Calum grins and pats the spot next to him.

“How are you?” I ask

“Tired, but besides that, I’m fine, you?” Calum answers.

“Yeah, a little jetlagged and all that jazz, but I’m good.” I nod and Luke comes over to us and sits next to me, placing his hand on my thigh.

“What have you been doing?” Calum questions.

“We’ve been writing, well, trying to, but we just kept messing around, but we did make some progress.” I explain. “You?”

“We’re doing this live stream thingy, there’s cameras on the walls and stuff. It’s actually live right now, so be careful what you do or say.” He chuckles.

“Oh cool, how long has this been go in on for?” I ask, learning against Luke’s shoulder as he talks to Julian.

“An hour and a bit so far, I think it goes on until we go on stage.” Calum replies.

“You excited for the show?”

“Always am, when’s your next show? Surely your little break should be over soon.”

“The break lasted 3 days, I wouldn’t call it a break.” I comment. “I think it’s in a couple days, we’re not sure.”

“You did a cover of The Only Exception?” Ashton questions and gestures to his phone.

“Well the evidence is on your phone.” I point out.

“Is it any good?” Michael asks.

“I wouldn’t say that.” I laugh.

“Yeah I would say it’s fucking amazing!” Avery exclaims.

“I wouldn’t say that either, we were just having fun.” I shrug.

“I’m gonna go check out the stage, you wanna come?” Luke asks me.

“Ohhhh, you’re gonna check out the stage.” Michael wiggles his eyebrows with a teasing smile.

“Yes, I’m going to look at the stage, with my girlfriend, you can come if you want.” Luke states, and begins to get up, putting his phone in his pocket.

“Nah, I’m not that into that, but (Y/N) though.” Michael winks at me, making me laugh.

“Fuck completely off.” Luke laughs and holds his hand out for me to take, and I grab onto and he helps me up. “Now, we’ll be at the stage if you need us.”

“Wow that’s brave, getting it on whilst there are people around.” Todd smirks.

“Really Todd? I taught you better than this.” I shake my head.

“I’m older than you!” He claims.

“By 4 months.” I deadpan.

“Come on, babe.” Luke lightly tugs on my hand and we leave the room.

“How many people are gonna be here tonight?” I question and slightly swing our hands.

“I’m not entirely sure, but I know it’s gonna be a load of people, and I’m kinda nervous to be honest.” He confesses.

“Really?” I furrow my eyebrows.

“Yeah, what if I sing the wrong part? Forget the words? Mess the guitaring up? Fall?” He questions.

“Babe, what if you do mess up?” I ask. “You’ve got your bandmates that will take over for you and it will be like it never happened! You’ve got millions of people that support you in everything and you’re surrounded by people that love you. If you mess up nothing’s going to change, it’s going to be the best night of some people’s life’s tonight, if you mess up, it makes their concert unique. You’ll be fine.” I tell him.

“That well enough said, but it still doesn’t change anything, I’m still going to be nervous and stress about it.” Luke shakes his head as we get out into the open, surrounded by all the chairs people are gonna sit at later on.

“You’ve got to learn that you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. You’ve achieved so much, messing something up is expected really, Luke.” I reply. “Would it help if I was on stage too?” I joke.

“It would actually.” He seriously says as we walk onto the stage.

“Seriously?” I question.

“Yeah, I know how much you miss being on stage, even though it’s only been a few days, and it will help my nerves.” He nods.

“I don’t know, Luke.” I sheepishly say and Luke lets go of my hand before wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Come on, we’ll pick out a song, and then you will be the suprise guest.”

“Just me or the whole band?” I question.

“We’ll figure it out later.” He shrugs.

“I’ll think about it.” I tell him and sit at the piano. “When’s soundcheck?”

“Sometime in the afternoon, a while yet, they only just set up the stage.”

“Oh.” I nod looking down at the keys.

“You going to sing me a song?” Luke asks like a little school girl.

“Sure.” I smirk and place my fingers on the right chords. “I don’t love you, like I did yesterday. Joking I love you really.” I laugh.

“I was about to say!” He laughs.

“This is more the song for you.” I smile.

“Baby, I love you
I never want to let you go
The more I think about,
The more I want to let you know:
That everything you do,
Is super fucking cute
And I can’t stand it

I’ve been searching for
A girl that’s just like you
Cause I know
That your heart is true

Baby, I love you
I never want to let you go
The more I think about,
The more I want to let you know:
That everything you do,
Is super duper cute
And I can’t stand it

Let’s sell all our shit,
And run away
To sail the ocean blue
Then you’ll know,
That my heart is true

Baby, I love you
I never want to let you go
The more I think about,
The more I want to let you know:
That everything you do,
Is super duper cute
And I can’t stand it

You, you got me where you want me
Cause I’ll do anything to please you
Just to make it through:
Another year

You, I saw you across the room
And I knew that this is gonna
Blossom into something beautiful.
You’re beautiful.

Baby, I love you
I never want to let you go
The more I think about,
The more I want to let you know:
That everything you do,
Is super duper cute
And I can’t stand it
No I can’t stand it
No I can’t stand it.”

“Aw, babe.” He bites his lip bashfully.

“You’re just too damn cute, I can’t stand it.” I shake my head and stand up, taking the few steps towards him, and loosely wrap my arms around his neck.

“Well, I have to say, you’re pretty cute too.” He smiles and holds my waist.

“Thank you.” I say and Luke connects our lips, I can feel how he is smiling through the kiss. His hands travel up my body and go to my cheeks/jaw as he slides his tongue into my mouth, making the kiss more intense.

We get interrupted by Luke’s phone going off, making us both jump and we jump away from each other. Luke pulls his phone out of his pocket, with his eyebrows furrowed.

“It’s from Ash, saying check Twitter.” He reads to me.

“Uh, what?” I question.

He just shrugs and presses a few things on his phone. “Oh shit.” He sheepishly speaks.

“What?” I ask confused.

“Here.” Luke passes me his phone.

There’s loads of gifs of us kissing when I walked into the room, and tweets about us, our ship name is even trending.

“Oh yeah, shit.”

“I’m sorry, I forgot that we were live and stuff.” Luke apologizes.

“It’s not your fault.” I tell him.

“Who’s is it then?” He asks.

“It’s totally yours, but I wanted to make you feel better.” I confess with a laugh, him joining in with me. “It’s both of our faults, but it had to happen at some point, we’ve been going out for over a year now.”

“That’s true, what do we say about it? ‘Hey, this is my girlfriend, I love her, bye’?” He questions.

“How about I do join you on stage for one song, and we kinda confirm it all and stuff?” I suggest.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” He nods his head with a smile. “Any song ideas?”

“Uh, no, you?” I shake my head.

“Not yet, we’ve got a while.” He shrugs.

“Did the live stream have sound?” I question.-

“I think so, I’m not sure.”

“They probably heard our weird conversation about sex.” I groan.

“How did everyone forget about the whole stream?” Luke asks.

“Blinded by my beauty.” I jokingly flip my hair over my shoulder .

“I can agree with that.” He chuckles and pecks my lips. “Why don’t we sing the song we had our first kiss to?”

“It was actually our second kiss.” I point out.

“Our first kiss was pretty hot.” He comments.

“Shut up. So we’re gonna do Sycamore Tree?” I ask for confirmation.

“I think so, unless you don’t want to be the cheesy couple.”

“We’re always cheesy, it wouldn’t be us if we weren’t.” I joke.

“That’s true.” He nods.

“Is it just going to be us or your band and me, even both of our bands?” I question.

“Why don’t we try them all and see what we like best.” Luke suggests.

“Okay, you wanna invite the others here now, so we can rehearse it now?” I ask.

“Yeah.” He pulls his phone out and types on his phone, as he does that I go towards the guitars.

Picking up Luke’s black and white one, I plug it in and sit at the end of the stage, playing with it.

“You do know that’s tuned differently.” Luke comes and sits next to me after a while.

“You do know I’m in a band myself.” I mock and stand up putting his guitar back, instead picking up the one in standard tuning. “Happy?”

“You know I don’t like people touching my guitars.” He groans.

“Welcome to my world, I have a whole band who use my guitar all the time, but they still use it.” I deadpan and do the intro to the guitar battle of Castaway.

“That’s my song.” He points out the obvious.

“Well done.” I send him a sarcastic smile.

Luke gets up and grabs Michael’s guitar, before joining me again and he does his part of the intro.

“Aw, look at the happy couple doing guitar battles, how cute.” The voice of Ashton coos once we’re done.

“Does this mean I’m joining your band now and you take my place?” Michael asks me as I stand up, putting the guitar back to its original place, Luke following my actions.

“If you want.” I shrug.

“Finally I can sing Wolf live!” He exclaims.

“What?” Avery questions.

“You’ve never sung it live and it’s such a good song.” He tells us.

“It’s never felt right to perform.” I reply.

“Are we going to talk about the little doozy you and Luke made or what?” Julian asks and I punch his arm.

“Yeah, about that.” Luke mutters.

“Luke and I decided to confirm it my doing a duet tonight.” I explain.

“I don’t think they need any confirmation, they’ve got all the information already.” Calum jokes and him and Todd high five.

“Funny.” I sarcastically say with a glare.

“Have you chosen a song yet?” Ashton questions.

“Yeah I think so, we’re gonna so Sycamore Tree by The Hunna.” Luke says.

“That’s a bit specific.” Todd furrows his eyebrows.

“It’s the song that was playing when we had our first kiss.” I explain.

“That was playing in the club?” Todd smirks.

“I need a new guitarist.” I whine and rest my for head on Luke’s chest.

“So who’s playing? Are we all playing? Is just you two? Your band or our band?” Calum asks.

“I don’t thinks it’s gonna be all of us because there’s no need, I think it’d be good if we one of our bands played.” I suggest and turn around so I can breath properly, Luke presses me against his body and rests his forearms on my shoulders.

“If we played we won’t have our instruments.” Avery says.

“You can just use ours.” Ashton tells her.

“No, she doesn’t like using other people’s instruments, because it would feel like cheating on her bass.” Julian explains for him.

“I get that.” Calum nods.

“So I take it it’s us playing?” Michael questions.

“I guess.” Luke shrugs.

“Is this our first time performing together?” Calum asks.

“I think it is, at least at a proper show.” I confirm. “Ew, our band has gone in such decline I’m performing with some losers. We really need to get that album out fast.” I mutter and Luke tips my head up so I’m facing him, and he squeezes my cheeks a little.

“Play nice.” He mumbles and kisses my lips lightly before walking off, leaving me to look at his back with an unimpressed face.

It’s a little while later now, the boy’s and I rehearsed the song and it sounds really good, we all love it. I’m a little nervous to perform it because a secret I’ve been keeping for over a year is finally gonna be out but it had to happen at one point. At least once it’s out we can be ourselves around each other on camera or when we are out.

My band are currently messing around on stage, the boy’s are sitting on some of the many chairs, talking about whatever, and we had some free time and we were bored so why not?

“When was the last time we played a cover?” Avery questions.

“Legit hours ago.” I shrug.

“Live.” She sighs.

“Uh, a while, back in Birmingham we did.” Todd remembers.

“We covered Smoke by Pvris right?” Julian asks.

“Yeah, right before (Y/N) was sick.” Todd says.

“Don’t remind me.” I shudder.

“Why’d you ask?” Todd Julian asks Avery.

“I just thought it’d be nice if we played a cover at our next show.” She answers.

“Yeah that could be cool.” I agree.

“What song?” Todd asks.

“I heard (Y/N) singing Don’t Let Me Down the other week and that sounded great.” Julian suggests.

“I was?” I question.

“Yeah, we were in Seattle or somewhere, I was in the dressing room whilst you were trying to get some bars so you could call Luke, and you were singing to yourself.” He tries to jog my memory.

“Oh! That one, you liked that?” I ask.

“It would’ve sounded better with music but your voice sounded amazing.” He tells me.

“Where were we?” Avery asks and gestures between Todd and herself.

“I don’t know, think you were going sight seeing.”

“So you want us to perform that?” Todd asks.

“Yeah but I think we need to come up with a new version because I’m not into the original.” I say.

“Same.” Julian agrees.

“It shouldn’t be hard.” Todd shrugs and looks down at the frets.

Julian walks over to his drums and sits down, picking up his sticks then swirls them around his fingers before hitting what feels right.

“Go faster.” Avery tells Julian.

“Oh, you like fast?” He winks at her but does what she says and I go over to todd and tell him what we should do guitar wise.

After 10 minutes we’ve got the track finished, just need to sing now.

“Does anybody know the words?” I laugh.

“No.” Avery shakes her head.

“I don’t.” Todd replies.

“Me either.” Julian chuckles.

“Well then, I guess I’ll look up the words.” I mumble and pull out my phone.

“Do you want me to do the guitar part and then you can just do the singing?” Todd suggests.

“We’ll see how that sounds and if we like it then sure.” I respond.

“Okay.” He nods.

I take the mic of the stand and listen until it’s my time to come in.


“WOO!” Someone shouts and clapping following.

I turn around and see the boys cheering and clapping at us. “You guys suck!” Michael shouts.

“Fuck you.” I flip him off.

“Okay!” He smirks.

“Dude!” Luke exclaims and hits the back of his head.

“Yes?” He asks.

“Bro code.”

“What about it?” Michael asks flatly. “She’s hot, can’t I just appreciate it?”

“No, no you cannot.” Luke shakes his head.

“Now that’s just rude.” He crosses his arms.


“You still nervous?” I question Luke as he puts his guitar strap over his head.

“More than ever.” He sighs.

“You’ll do great, plus I’ll be out there in while so don’t worry.” I smile.

“Are you nervous at all?”

“No not really, the only thing I’m nervous about is that we’re going to be official and so exposed. I love the thrill before a show, it’s one of my favourite feelings.” I explain.

“Are you going to stay here?” He asks.

“Of course.” I nod.

“'Kay, it’s just a lot of people and I’m terrified I’ll mess u-”

I cut him off with a kiss, which works efficiently because he holds my neck and kisses me back. “Babe, you’ll be fine, now go and give it your best, see you soon.”

“Thanks, love you.” He smiles and gives me one last kiss before pulling back.

“Good luck!” I wish but he probably can’t hear me because the crowd becomes alive as I say the second word.

I’ve always loved see in Luke perform and seeing the most genuine smile on his face. When I’m missing him on tour I’ll go on my laptop and search for their live performances, which always makes me feel so much better.

He once admitted he does the same but then denied it as if it’s the last thing he’ll do. I found it cute but he thought it was embarrassing.

Luke looks back at me and I smile and give him a wink, he returns my smile and goes back to singing.

I continue to watch their performance, the nervousness disappearing fast as he gets used to it and messes around with the boys.

“So uh, I thought we’d bring out a special guest tonight.” Luke announces at the second to last song and I adjust my earpiece. “Everyone welcome my girlfriend (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”

I walk out and the crowd erupts with even louder cheers, I smile and wave at a few people as I walk up towards Luke.

Luke gives me a small hug and takes my earpiece out.

“You ready?” He asks.

“I think so.” I nod and he gives me a subtle kiss on the cheek.

“You’ll do great.” He encourages.

“Okay whilst those guys be all gross over each other, we’re actually going to start the song.” Michael teases.

“I have to watch you be all gross over Luke.” I retort.

“Touchè, Muke af.” Michael shrugs.

“Can we actually start the song?” Calum asks.

“Yeah, we all know Cashton is the best ship, no debate.” Ashton says and Michael starts the opening guitar piece.

“Sitting under a sycamore tree
You turn those beautiful eyes to me
And then whisper so delicately” I sing the first verse starting out soft.

“And you say what will become of us, my dear
And I’ll smile at you and clutch your hand real tight
Coz your changing my life” I sing the second verse, smiling at Luke when I sing the second line.

“I say our future is ours to pain
And I don’t have much but I’ve got a lot to gain
And I wanna share it all with you
And I feel your heart go oo oo oo oo oo
It goes oo oo oo oo oo
It goes oo oo oo oo oo
If goes oo oo oo oo oo” Luke sings, an adorable grin settled on his face

And darling, you know we’ve got youth on our side
Lets have no worries or troubles in our minds, tonight
Lets take these moments day by day
And whats in store for us, who can say…“ we sing together and I do the high note at then end.

“And I feel your heart go oo oo oo oo oo
It goes oo oo oo oo oo
It goes oo oo oo oo oo
If goes oo oo oo oo oo” Luke sings, playing his guitar slowly.

“And I swear I love you till the end of our days
And oooh I swear I love you till the end of our days” we sing together, making end contact with each other.

“And I feel your heart go oo oo oo oo oo
It goes oo oo oo oo oo
It goes oo oo oo oo oo
If goes oo oo oo oo oo
If goes oo oo oo oo oo
If goes oo oo oo oo oo
If goes oo oo oo oo oo
If goes oo oo oo oo oo” I sing the last verse and Luke joins in on the last two lines.

“Wow, what a great crowd.” I say as I look at all the phones with the light on in the crowd.

“I didn’t think it was going to be that romantic, I thought it would be a casual cover, but wow that was something.” Calum chuckles.

“It’s always something with these two.” Ashton jokes.

“First he’s holding hands with her going out of a club surrounded my paps and now he’s kissing her infront of thousands of people.” Michael mocks.

“Hey, why are you making it seem like it was all me? I needed to be holding hands with someone, I needed to kiss someone, it wasn’t just the air.” Luke exclaims.

“Yeah, fuck you (Y/N).” Calum laughs.

“I will walk off this stage.” I threat.

“Go on, you need to check on Twitter, make sure it hasn’t died.” Ashton comments.

The crowd starts chanting something that I can’t understand as I walk towards Luke.

“What?” I bend my ear, taking my other ear piece out.

“Does anybody know what they’re saying?” Michael asks us.

“Wait, you’re chanting kiss? You want us to kiss?” Luke questions and the crowd cheers loudly.

“No I think they want (Y/N) and I to kiss.” Michael says and stare at him in a ‘are you fucking serious’ way.

“I don’t think you do, it gets pretty intense.” Luke jokes making me hit his arm.

Despite our denials, they still chant ‘kiss’.

“I don’t think they’re gonna stop.” Ashton laughs.

“Give ‘em what they want!” Calum speaks.

“No.” I laugh.

Luke just shakes his head with a grin, and walks over to me.

“Hemmings! Back the fuck up.” I warn and begin to take some steps back.

“I’m not doing anything?” He shrugs but continues to walk towards me.

“I’m not gonna kiss you infront of thousands of people.” I tell him.

“I wasn’t coming here for a kiss.” He replies.

All of a sudden Luke leaps at me and wraps his arms around my waist, despite me trying to get away.

“I love you.” He says into my ear.

“One kiss.” I sigh.

“I wasn’t actually gonna get you to do it, but as you insist.” He smirks and turns me around so I’m facing him.

He presses his index finger under my chin and I place my hand on his shoulder, then we press our lips together, going for just a little more than a peck, smiling into it.

“You happy?” I ask.

“Oh my God, you’re so cute.” Michael laughs.

I’m not sure if I’ve ever been this happy, I’m with some of the people I love the most while doing the thing I love most. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

“Go finish the show and meet me in the dressing room.” I urge.

“Cuddles after?” Luke asks.

“Of course.”

Finally getting round to sharing this :D. Been working on this portrait study on and off for a while now.  Really like the reference and wanted to challenge myself and see how far I could take the study.

Was a challenge painting such intricate details like the hair, but I’m very happy with the end result and was a good learning experience at same time!

Can see a slightly larger version and painting process at my portfolio on artstation


Pining-Neighbor Luke

You had lived in the same house in the same small town for the last eighteen years. This is the place where your father met your mother and where your grandfather met your grandmother. Needless to say, nobody ever got out of this town. It’s not like it was anything close to a ghost town where everybody knew everybody’s business, it’s just that nobody ever really left. When you thought deeper about it, you weren’t really even sure that you wanted to leave either. This was the only home you’ve ever known and you could barely wrap your head around ever living anywhere else. It’s not like you even particularly enjoyed living here, it’s just the idea of change frightened you and you didn’t want to risk venturing into the unknown only for something terrible to happen. Some may call you crazy, but that’s just the way you were.

Fortunately, there was one good thing about living in this town. Luke Hemmings had been your neighbor for as long as you could remember and boy was he something else. You had gone through school together since the early years but you doubted he even knew your name. Every now and again you would see him taking out the trash, or helping his mom in the garden, but other than that, the relationship you two shared was strictly…well, nonexistent. So instead you pined for him from afar, hoping that maybe one day the boy with the lip ring would notice you.

It was a day like any other when you heard it. The sun was finally out, and after a long winter, you were excited to hang out outside for the day. Sunglasses on, you sat down on your porch and pulled out a copy of your favorite book and began to read. But your story was soon interrupted with the muted sound of loud instruments being played next door. Your eyes widened. That’s Luke’s house you thought to yourself. You knew he played guitar, but you could hear the sound of drums and a bass accompanying him. You had no idea he played in a band! And by the sound of it, they were actually pretty good. Letting curiosity get the best of you, you left your book and your sunglasses on the porch and walked closer to the border between yours and Luke’s house. It sounded like it was coming from the garage so you creeped closer until you were at the very edge of his lawn. Taking a deep breath, you stepped over the edge of his grass and continued on towards the source of the music. The garage door was closed, but it had a window that you could peer through in order to see inside. Looking in, what you saw mesmerized you. Luke was playing lead guitar and singing his heart out-looking sexy as hell if you might add- accompanied by your classmate Calum Hood on the bass, Michael Clifford playing guitar as well, and your former classmate Ashton Irwin on drums. The song was amazing and you closed your eyes as you listened.

“What was I thinking? Everyone sees it. It’s not a secret that I’m just a Reject. Sick of the system don’t wanna hear it, it’s not a secret that I’m just a reject.” Luke sang, and damn could that boy sing. He played his guitar with ease, the high end riffs sounding like a dream. Michael chimed in next singing,

“My teacher said I was mentally disable so unstable! So I’ll stay in bed all day. Save your breath, you can talk at me but I’m not listening. If this is a test then I’m probably failing.”

Luke finished out the song with the same chorus and you sat listening. Just as he sang his last note, he looked over in your direction and caught your eye, giving you a little wink and a smirk signaling that he knew you were watching him. Your cheeks were on fire and you spun away from the door and ran as fast as you could back to the safety of your house praying that somehow he hadn’t known it was you.

This was a disaster. You finally had the courage to go over there, and now he thought you were some stalker chick, just great. His whole band was probably laughing and joking about you right this very moment and the entire school would know by the end of the week. You fought back tears as you thought about the humiliation you would feel every time you laid eyes on your next door neighbor, which was a lot.

As you continued to sulk, there was suddenly a knock on your bedroom door.

“Come in.” You mumbled. Your mom walked in the door, dressed nicer than she usually did.

“I’m leaving to go out with some girlfriends tonight and won’t be back until late. I was just going to ask you to take out the trash for me while I was gone.” She instructed.

“Yeah I’ll do it.” You mumbled, still embarrassed from earlier. Your mom, sensing your bad mood tried to cheer you up with what usually worked.

“I saw Luke Hemmings walking home from school today.” Ugh, even the sound of his name made your heart race.

“That’s nice mom.” You mumbled, causing her to frown.

“Did something happen today honey?”

“Oh just the usual humiliation and angst that accompanies being a misunderstood teen.” You chuckled and she laughed at your response.

“Well, I suppose I’ll leave you to clean up the aftermath then. If you need any advice, or a hitman, I’m just a phone call away!” She shouted as she walked out of your room. You loved your mom, truly but you weren’t going to tell her about your little crush. Too risky, she might let something slip around someone important.

Hearing the front door slam shut, you groaned and got up to go and throw the trash out, which you knew was overflowing. Trudging down the stairs, you grabbed the trash bag and went out the side door that led to the outdoor garbage can, which just so happened to be about five feet away from Luke’s house.

Slowly, you opened the door dragging the heavy bag of trash behind you. You struggled to lift the lid of the bin and heaved the bag inside. Muttering to yourself, you turned around only to bump straight into a black tee shirt clad chest making you squeal.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” Standing before you was none other than your neighbor, Luke Hemmings himself with a smirk plastered on his face as he looked down at you.

“Uh, it’s okay I just, uh, didn’t know anyone else was here.” You stuttered, avoiding his steely gaze.

“I would suppose so. When you do something private it’s usually assumed no one else is watching.”

You could feel your cheeks heating up, knowing he was referring to the earlier incident.

“I, uh, sorry about earlier it’s just I heard a band playing and I was trying to figure out where it was coming from and then you guys played such a good song I got a little caught up in it.” You admitted, suddenly finding the cement very interesting.

“Hey it’s fine. It’s nice to know at least someone appreciates our music.” He chuckled. Finally, you built up the courage to look him in the eye. Oh, his eyes were the color of the ocean on a sunny day and they left you breathless.

“I’m sure I’m not the only one who likes your music.” You reassured. “It’s great stuff and I’m sure everyone else likes it too.” Luke let out a laugh, tilting his head back.

“You’re actually the only one who’s ever heard us play, so I guess we’ll never know.”

“That’s crazy! You’ve gotta let people hear that stuff. Who are your influences? Blink? Green Day? If you worked at it you could be like them someday, I’m sure.”

Luke was silent for a moment, looking at you with wide eyes before speaking back. “ You really think so?”

“Of course! You guys have the talent, the sound, the look. You could make it one day Luke.”

He looked at you with a puzzled expression before lighting up again. “You’re a pretty cool girl you know that Y/N?”

“Wait, you know my name?” You gasped making him laugh.

“Of course I do, we’ve been neighbors for years Y/N.”

“Right, of course, it’s just you’ve never really talked to me before so I assumed you had no idea who I was.” You confessed, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“Trust me I know who you are. God, I mean everyone knows who you are you’re beautiful.” He let slip, his eyes widening as he realized what he had just said to you but you were already blushing.

“You think I’m beautiful?”

Now it was Luke’s turn to stutter, his face now a deep shade of crimson that yours was mere hours before.

“Well yeah, uh, I mean you always have been I guess, I just uh, didn’t think you’d wanna be with a messed up guy like me you know?” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Because you’re just a reject right.” You teased him to lighten the mood.

“So you did hear the song.” He smiled. “Maybe you’d wanna come over sometime and listen to more?” He offered.

“I’m not doing anything right now.” You hinted.

‘But won’t your mom be wondering where you are?”

“Nah, she’s out until late tonight so I’ll be taking care of myself.”

“Okay, well did you maybe wanna come inside now then?” He asked, gesturing to his house.

“I’d love you.” Luke beamed at your response and surprised you by taking your hand in his and pulling you inside.

“Well, this is my house, average I guess. My room’s where most of the magic happens. The guys and I always meet here to write songs and just mess around.” He led you upstairs to his room and you both plopped down on the bed. He reached over a grabbed his guitar.

“You know I don’t think I’ve ever been to open to letting anyone listen to me play before.” He hummed, plucking at the strings.

“Well then I’m honored to be the first.” You smiled.

He began to strum a tune and after a while began singing softly too.

“You got me where you want me, I’m hanging on your every move.
It’s such a twisted story, how you got me, oh you got me oh.
So let me give you what you need.
It’s taking me over, I don’t wanna play this game no more. 
All you gotta do is tell me right now you want me right now, oh.
Give me the green light we could have all night, if you just say the word.
Tell me it’s alright, give me the green light.

He finished the small excerpt and then looked up at you for approval, but you had closed your eyes in bliss as you listened to the words and melody. Fluttering your eyes open, you saw that he had finished and was now much closer to you than he had been before. His nose merely an inch from yours, the guitar now forgotten on the floor.

“Tell me you want me.” He whispered onto your lips in a raspy voice that left a lump in your throat. You had dreamed of this moment and now it was happening right before your eyes.

“I-I want you Luke.” You breathed, anxious as to what he was going to do next.

In a flash his hand found the back of your head as he pulled you in so he could place his lips softly onto yours. The kiss wasn’t rough like you thought it might be, but instead soft and sweet like he was afraid he would break you or that you were going to push him away. His other arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Luke.” You breathed into his mouth, desperate just to let his name leave your lips. This encouraged him and he pushed back on your shoulders slightly, making you fall back onto the duvet as he climbed on top of you. His hands wandered up your sides, under your shirt and almost reached the underwire of your bra before you were both interrupted by the ringing of a phone. Scowling, Luke removed one hand from you and reached into his back pocket to answer his phone.

“What is it Mike.” He growled into the phone. There was silence and you began to lose the prior heat that you had begun to felt moments before. “Now? You can’t be serious?” Luke continued talking on the phone with one hand still up your shirt, making you raise an eyebrow at him. “I’ll be there later Mike, tell the other guys I’m in the middle of something and will meet up soon.” He hung up the phone, and upon seeing your reaction to his phone call removed his hand from your body. “I fucked that up didn’t I?” He looked at you with a guilty expression.

“Well, kind of…maybe I should go.” You said awkwardly, getting up from his bed.

Luke dropped his head in his hands.

“God, of course this would happen. I finally get a chance with the girl I’ve been in love with since grade school and I answer a phone call while we’re making out. You must hate me right now.” He hung his head, but you only heard one part of his sentence.

“You’ve been in love with me since grade school?” You whispered. Luke sheepishly turned his head to meet yours.

“Damn I just said that didn’t I? Well, it’s out now I guess, but yeah I have. And I know it’s dumb because we’ve never really talked or hung out but you’ve always just been there and I guess it’s just always been you for me. The girl next door how cliche.” He sighed.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me before?” You asked, walking over to sit next to him on the bed.

“I didn’t think you’d ever be interested I guess.”

“But Luke…I’ve always been interested. I’ve been pining for you for years!” You exclaimed, now that all of his feelings were out in the open it was time you shared too. His blue eyes lit up at your confession.

“Wait really?”

“Yes you dork! And I thought the same thing, that I wasn’t good enough for you.” You whispered. Luke’s face became serious at that.

“Don’t you ever say you’re not good enough Y/N, because you are a queen and I intend to treat you like one. That is if you’ll let me. I guess what I’m trying to ask, is if maybe you’ll go out with me sometime and we can start this over and I promise I’ll turn my phone all the way off.”

“I’d like that a lot Luke.” You smiled at the blonde boy you had liked for so long and he smiled back at you, eyes shimmering.

Before you knew it, it was already ten at night and your mom would be back at home any moment, so it was time to part ways with Luke. He said he would walk you home, as far as it was, so here the both of you were standing on your front porch, his face illuminated by your porch light.

“Thank you for giving me another chance Y/N. I really like you and I know we would be so great together. You’re just so amazing and…well, can I kiss you?” He breathed.

You nodded, whispering a small yes to his sweet request. He began to lean in and you did the same. His lips brushed yours, soft and as supple as earlier. He was a dream, like kissing a cloud and you hoped you would never have to give it up because you could kiss him forever. Your arms were around his neck and his hands found the small of your back as you embraced each other. Finally, he broke the kiss and rested his forehead on yours.

“I’ll see you soon neighbor. If you need anything I’m just a pebble throw away.” He winked, and kissed your cheek before he turned on his heels and scampered back over to his house leaving you breathless in his wake. You watched him go all the way inside before entering your own home and closing the door. With your back against the frame, you slid down the door and smiled to yourself. Luke Hemmings had feelings for you, he had kissed you and asked you out and you could barely believe it.

Who knows what other surprises the boy next door had in store.



super-goomba  asked:

So according to the AKA Facebook page, a number of the characters received their names from bands and/or songs! Kevin, Jimmy, Nazz, and Eddy are confirmed so far. Thoughts?

Ooh, I missed that, thanks for alerting me!

Nazz - I’m glad we finally got confirmation that Nazz was a reference to the band! Although, what I really want is an in-show explanation for why someone’s parents named her after an obscure 60s band.

Eddy - Very fitting of his character.  Kind of hauntingly sounds like Eddy’s voice is in there too…

Jimmy - Pretty damn appropriate, even though Jimmy really doesn’t mention his mom much, I think he’s only said “my parents” and “my father”

Kevin - Noooo don’t put the idea in my head that Kevin and Eddy could be cousins!!!  But yes this is a very good song for Kevin.

Yugioh - Tendershipping Ryou Bakura & Yami Bakura

I finally got this done, I had the sketch since May but never finished it~~ >_>
Got the idea and lyrics from Adventure Time - I Remember You song (still gets me teary eye everytime I hear it)! Plus a little bit of Sailor Moon with Nephrite and Molly scene (if you know which part I’m talking about, and especially the original dubbed version)! *_*

*drawn in pencil and edited in photoshop


“Valar Morghulis”

Game of Thrones/Avatar mashup! How would it look if GoT’s story happened in an ATLA/LoK universe? This is Arya Stark rockin’ some Earth Kingdom garb. I couldn’t help but design Arya as an Earthbender. Her personality, build and even *spoilers* her final scene of season 5 remind me way too much of our favorite Earthbending master, Toph. Arya even wears green for multiple seasons. I referred heavily to Avatar art books for style. 

Mona Is A.D

I have re watched season 6B and my growing suspicions of Mona after the Summer finale have got me focused on these episodes:

611 Of Late I Think Of Rosewood

We never see Mona leave Charlotte’s funeral. A.D is looking out a window of a car watching the liars talk to Lorenzo. Walking After Midnight is playing

“I walk for miles along the highway

Well, that’s just my way

Of sayin’ I love you

I’m always walkin’ after midnight, searchin’ for you”

The second verse of Patsy Cline’s song could be in reference to Mona. A flashback previously revealed Alison walking along a road after CeCe tried to kill her thinking she was Bethany Young. Mona picked her up and manipulated her into leaving town.

613 The Gloves Are On

We see The Alison Mask in a box, the one that Mona wore in The Dollhouse. We see a red, black and white clown (see picture 3) that was in Mona’s lair. We then see a box that was tied and looked like it was put away, now reopened. It has black hoodies inside and gloves. A.D puts them into a bin and goes online and searches “uniforms”

Who would have black hoodies and gloves tucked away? 

The Original A herself Mona Vanderwaal.

615 Do Not Disturb

The episode ends with A.D looking at the hard drive on their computer, thinking it will be the footage they wanted. Instead, Caleb appears on the screen and says “I don’t know who you are or what kind of game you think you’re playing, but guess what if you can change the rules, so can we” and a virus is detected on their computer. They slam their computer screen upon reading that the file directory is corrupted and unreadable.

Who can hack into things like Caleb and would be super pissed if he beat them and put a virus on their laptop? 


Also Mona and Spencer have a scene

Spencer back at the restaurant where she saw Yvonne regarding Yvonne’s phone which she stole and tells the hostess that she found a phone outside and was wondering if there was a Lost and Found. A voice from behind Spencer says “Thank goodness, I’ve been looking for that everywhere”; Spencer turns to see Mona smiling at her. As they walk outside, Mona tells Spencer that she’ll leave her out of it because she wouldn’t want people to think Spencer stole someone’s phone. Spencer asks if Mona set this up, thinking it would cause a fight between Yvonne and Spencer over Toby. Mona just says that this isn’t explosive candidate cannon fodder, nor is it a race for senior class President then adds “We don’t do those kinds of things anymore, do we Spencer?” before walking away.

616 Where Somebody Waits For Me

The episode ends with A.D wearing a beige jacket and blue gloves cleaning up an electric switchboard in The Radley secret basement listening to “Whistle While You Work” from Snow White. 

In this episode Spencer and Mona have a again scene relating to the previous episode about Yvonne’s phone. Mona tell’s Spencer her mother is sick and Spencer hadn’t known. Spencer says to Caleb after that she doesn’t think anyone knows why Mona does anything, Mona included.

618 Burn This

“You didn’t take me seriously,
so I thought I’d light a 🔥
under your ass.”

Hanna’s bridal shower is about to take place. Ashley encourages her to invite Mona. At the shower Mona offers Hanna a present. A wedding dream book that they made the summer of eighth grade. Hanna then checks her tablet and wonders what’s wrong with it when it won’t respond to her touch. The alarm, the same one that was at The Dollhouse, blares and loud rock music plays her tablet malfunctioned and she doesn’t know how to stop it..The air conditioner blows everything around one of the present bags falls over and something glass breaks. Aria walks over to pick the bag up but, as she does so, the fireplace lights up and knocks her over. Resulting in 2nd degree burns.

Mona’s reaction to all this seemed sketchy to me and what is interesting is the only people who knew what the dollhouse alarm sounded like were the liars, Sara Harvey (Noel because we now know he helped CeCe in there) and Mona

The Liars were too horrified to have played with an electric switchboard in the previous episode..

Sara Harvey couldn’t even write her own name.

Noel wasn’t in 6B im going to leave him out because at that stage we didn’t have that information and i don’t believe he was responsible.

and that leaves Mona.

Earlier Emily goes to an auto-shop looking to find out about the grey SUV that tried to roll over her. She asks a man named Patty and he says that they can’t help her. Emily goes snooping around and lifts up a tarp covering a car; she sees paint and takes a picture of it. Patty comes back and demands to know what she’s doing; Emily tells him that that was the car she was talking about and asks if he knows who drove it last night. He says “Maybe I lent it to a friend. I can’t remember” before looking at the car. Emily holds up a picture of Melissa and asks if she was his friend. Patty says that it wasn’t her.

The episode ends with Patty wiping the paint off the car, before reaching into the car and finding an enveloping containing several hundred (if not over a thousand) dollars and smiling.

Forward to 704 (Hit and Run, Run, Run)

for a second. Mona was also found to be tracking Elliott’s car the night he was killed.

But why you ask?

Because she’s A.D that’s why!
She later took Hanna’s car before she and Aria had the chance to burn it, and had the windshield and car remodeled.

What if she took it to Patty, her friend?

She also hadn’t appeared since 701. The girls never received an A.D message in that episode and the previous one.


Because Mona was too busy tracking Rollins car and dealing with the cover up.

Now Back to:

619 Did You Miss Me?

What a famous sentence for PLL

Mona confesses to Emily that she called Charlotte the night she was killed because she wanted to meet with her at The Two Crows diner.  Mona says that Charlotte knew everything about each of them: every mistake, every lie, every crime she then adds that Charlotte didn’t implicate them the five years she was locked up. Emily asks Mona what she would have done, had Charlotte shown up and Mona replies that she’d ask what Charlotte would do with her new freedom. Mona says that it doesn’t matter what she was thinking because Charlotte never showed up, then asked what Emily would have done if she had called Charlotte. The next day Emily with Aria and Spencer at Spencer’s house. Based on Emily’s conversation with Mona, Aria says that Mona basically said she was ready to kill Charlotte. Emily agrees, but says that she didn’t because Charlotte never showed up. Spencer questions if Mona isn’t guilty just because Charlotte didn’t show.

Mona wanted Revenge for Charlotte stealing her game at Radley when Mona was on meds Charlotte took advantage. Mona wanted to kill her but i believe she didn’t as someone beat her to it (Jenna)

Later a card with drawings of the girls is sent to Alison and Alison, Aria and Emily’s are crossed out. Hanna reads it

Alison fell down a stairs which was no accident thanks to A.D

Emily’s eggs were stolen by A.D and she was nearly run over.

Aria got burned literally by A.D at Hanna’s shower.

That leaves Hanna and Spencer

well i wonder what will happen them?

A.D don’t lie.

I could go on and on but Mona is always there when something big is happening don’t tell me that’s not on purpose!! I have always believed Wren was A but i just don’t think it could be possible anymore .

Mona is finishing the game she started.

She is endgame.

Originally posted by true-love-storys-never-end

moxiepoints  asked:

That clip of Gray was from the SMTM5 finale. When you text 1, 2, or 3 to vote for a winner, they were team 3 (which is why he keeps doing that to the camera, trying to get votes). It would be convenient if the song is with Bewhy, Simon, or both, since that was their team. I think that's what he's hinting at. But Wonjae was on team 3 for the SMTM finale for season 6. He's probably got another Wonjae collab like "what are the odds we were both team 3?"...I'm pretty sure that's what's happening 🤔

noo i just looked at his story and i get it now

its a reference to his dumb advertisements that are showing up around korea HAHA

thanks for trying tho :P

Sleeping At Last

The final lyric: down my arms, a thousand satellites suddenly discover signs of life. Those words are answered prayer.

The character in this song began to feel again. Not too long ago, I began to feel again. This lyric means a lot to me because it is also a subtle reference to one of my favorite feelings in the universe: The shivers, the chills (or a more terrible word, goosebumps) - the feeling of experiencing something non-physical in a physical way. That’s actually what got me hooked into writing songs. As a kid, I was so confused and fascinated that a song could move me and actually make my skin react. So I set out with that as my songwriting rule. With every song I write, I must experience the shivers/the chills at some point in the writing process. For over 15 years I’ve stuck to my guns on that rule. I have to deeply feel every song I write and this rule helps make certain that no unfelt song gets through the cracks!


sometimes when good things end, we can’t help but cry about them. we cry about what we miss, we cry about feeling alone, we cry about having to move on, and we cry about losing someone important to us. 

at first, losing the one we love is the worst possible thing. we may be angry and heart broken for many reasons and we tend to hold this anger inside us towards the other person because our emotions get the best of us. we find ourselves closed off and crying our heartbreak away piece by piece.

but then something starts to change: you realize that all the anger you felt is gone and all the crying you’ve done has washed away any bit of sadness you once felt. now, it is no longer a loss, but rather something you hold close in your memory. 

thats what river of tears is about. its about loss in love, but finally realizing (after you’ve cried your heart out) that you’ll be perfectly fine. 


-this song has so many references to water and we made it around the time i got my sailboat tattoo. the theme of sailing and water has been a recurring thing in my life, especially around that time.

-the version you hear is the demo version we initially recorded 

^ here is a picture of me recording it at reefa’s studio in NJ