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Music asks, personalized list

1. A Song you’re ashamed of liking
2. Favourite lyrics
3. Favourite band/artist
4. Top 5 Favourite songs at this moment
5. Latest song that made you smile
6. An overrated band
7. An overrated song
8. Latest song that made you cry
9. Artist/band that saved your life
10. If you could see any band/artist live, who would it be
11. What song/album/band/artist always brings back memories for you
12. saddest song you know
13. Favourite song to sing in the shower
14. If you played an instrument in grade school, what was it
15. What song would you like to have your first dance to at your wedding
16. 5 Songs to have sex to
17. One band you’d have get back together/bring back from the dead
18. You’re forced to listen to only one album for the rest of your life, what album is it
19. A song that gets you through shit
20. A song to shut everything out
21. A song that’s a joke between you and your friends
22. A song to jam out to at 4am
23. A song that punches you in the gut every single time
24. A song that calms you down
25. A song that makes you feel alive
26. If you could get any lyrics tattooed, which would you choose
27. What band/artist would you get your children addicted to at an early age
28. Can you play any instruments, if so, which
29. If you could be a member of any band for one show, who would it be
30. CDs or Vinyls
31. 25 songs to play at your funeral
32. What are some song titles that you love
33. If your life ended today, what song would you choose to represent it
34. Can you give me a 10 song playlist on ____
35. A heart wrenching song
36. A band/artist you’re proud of
37. A song that has a lot of meaning to you
38. A song that reminds you of school
39. A song not sung in your native language
40. An instrumental song
41. A classical song
42. A song with no percussion
43. Something you’ve heard performed live
44. Something you’d give ANYTHING to hear performed live
45. A song from a band/artist that’s from your town/city/state/province
46. A song made suddenly precious because of a special someone
47. A song made suddenly painful because of someone special
48. A song that demands lip syncing and a makeshift microphone
49. A song from a band/artist you met/know
50. A song that you would rock at karaoke
51. A song you can’t help but dance to
52. A song that makes you want to dance on a table
53. Your 10 song striper playlist
54. Favourite Disney song
55. A song that starts with the first letter of your name
56. A song from an artist still alive
57. A song from an artist who’s dead
58. A song you love by an artist/band you hate
59. A song you love with a colour in the title
60. A song you love with a number in the title
61. A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about
62. A song that needs to be played LOUD
63. A song that makes you think about life
64. 15 Songs that get suck in your head easily
65. A song that you think everyone should listen to
66. A song that makes you want to fall in love
67. A song that makes you think about ‘him/her’
68. A song that you remember from your childhood
69. A song that reminds you of you
70. Okay what’s the real answer to number 1

  • Judge: What does your client have to say for himself?
  • Higuchi: Your honor, my client, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, says, "I can do what I want."
  • Judge: He destroyed city and private property and beat up half the townspeople within a single day!
  • Akutagawa: I can do what I want!

anonymous asked:

Hear me out on this one, I just got hit with this and It will not leave me alone so you'll suffer with me! But imagine it...Krillin growing his hair just enough so he can sport a man-bun...

 I’m not even INTO  this trend TBQFH,  but geesh…I just had to doodle it to see how it would look and……

Damn you Anon!!! 



Police were called to the home of Larry and Courtney Taylor on Friday night at around 10pm, in Whitley County, Kentucky. Some family members were concerned after not hearing from them. Police forcibly entered the home and were met by Courtney, 41, aiming a gun at them. They repeatedly asked her to put the weapon down and she did not comply. Police shot her once in the chest, and once in the stomach. She is in the hospital in serious condition.

When police entered the home after Courtney was taken away by ambulance they found her husband Larry, 56, and two teen daughters, Jessie, 18, and Jolee, 13, dead in their beds from gunshot wounds to the head. All three had the blankets pulled up over them. Police believe they were shot while they were sleeping early Friday morning, but they do not know yet what order they were shot in.

Police still do not have a motive for the murders, because Courtney is in no condition to talk to them. 

The investigation is ongoing.

We shall not forget those 744,000 British who died & 1,675,000 who were wounded fighting for King and Country in the campaign to liberate Europe from The Axis Powers. We shall not forget the debt Europe owes, or the evils that Germany is capable of. We shall also not forget those who when war broke out stood by Great Britain. 

India - 64,449 Dead & 69,214 Wounded

Australia - 61,527 Dead & 152,171 Wounded

Canada -  56,638 Dead & 149,732 Wounded

New Zealand -  18,166 Dead &  41,317 Wounded

Fallen Brother

“Can you do juiceXreader for the prompts 12 ( the reader is Opies sister and he dies in prison)and 18 where juice comforts her? Thanks xx”

#12 - “He’s dead.”

#18 - “Cuddle me.”

A/N - I didn’t use the second prompt and went with a more “don’t go” sort of thing, as I thought it fit better. Hope that’s OK!

“What?” The single word barely comes out of your mouth, your ears ringing and your body weak as you stand in your kitchen.

“He’s dead.”

You’d been sitting in the same position for hours, knees pulled up to your chest, leaning against the couch as you sit broken on the floor. In those hours, no sound had left you. No cries, no questions, no words, nothing.

Juice watches you from the kitchen, him being left the task of looking after you, making sure you had everything you needed and that you didn’t do anything stupid, anything reckless, to yourself or others.

He felt completely lost, trying to wrap his head around the loss of a brother, as well as having to figure out how to look after you when he couldn’t even look after himself. He feels like he’s drowning, surrounded by horror, but somehow he’s got to keep himself afloat.

He doesn’t even think that you know he’s still there, still standing in the same position, too scared to move, set you off. But he’s wrong. You know he’s there.

When you saw Juice pull up you thought maybe he’d finally realised how right you could be for him, maybe he’d finally seen how much you liked him. But no. He’d come to tell you that your brother, your best friend, had been brutally fucking murdered whilst inside.

You knew revenge needed to be seized, needed to be taken out. You knew that the bastards that had killed your big brother needed to be dealt with, painfully dealt with, but you also knew Jax would sort things when he was home. He had to. That was the only thing stopping you from going out and serving up some of your own justice.

“He’ll sort it. He’ll sort it.” You whisper, not really realising you’re talking aloud. Juice stands up straight, trying to strain his ears to hear what you’re saying. Your voice sounds so hoarse, so raw, he can barely make it out.

“What?” He asks, delicately making his way over to you. You and him had always been quite close, being able to talk to each other about things you couldn’t say to anybody else. Seeing you like this, so distraught, made him ache so deeply inside, and if he was being honest with himself, he wasn’t sure why.

Shocking yourself and him, you turn your head to face your carer, noticing he’s quite a bit closer to you than he was before. You weren’t sure if you wanted distance or closeness right now, your whole body feeling numb. Why was life so cruel?

“He’ll sort it. Jax will sort it.” You choke, searching for reassurance from Juice. He smiles sadly at you, reaching you and sliding down, sitting next to you. He partly expects you to move away, but he’s glad when you don’t, wanting to be close to you physically even though he can’t get there mentally.

“Of course he will. We all will, we’ll make this right.” He stares at you, hoping his words can offer some sort of comfort, support.

You feel yourself starting to crumble, shaking your head and trying to stay composed. Anger floods your veins as your vision begins to blur, tears clouding your sight. Stop. Stop, you demand yourself. But to no avail. You bite your lip, trying to contain the screams that are pleading to rip from your soul, the agony you’re burning in feeling too hot to handle.

“It can never be right.” You cry, turning to look at Juice, shaking your head in defeat. “All it can be is even.”

Standing at the open casket, the body of your lifeless brother inside, all you feel is cold. Your cheeks are drenched in silent tears, crying seeming to be the only thing you remember how to do. Peace overcomes you as you close your eyes, knowing that your brother is safe now, protected; he cannot be hurt anymore.

You ignore the eyes around you as you place one of your hands on Opie’s face, his skin icy underneath your fingers. You lean down to him, as far as you can go, your throat painful as you swallow.

“Rest easy, big bro, I’ll see you again one day. I love you.” You try to be as quiet as you can, only wanting him and him alone to hear your final goodbye. You feel a hand on your waist, already knowing who it is without looking. Stepping back, you wrap your arms around Juice and rest your head on his chest, sobbing quietly as your brother is taken out of the room, away from you for good.

You hear the door open, then shut, as you sit on Opie’s bed at the clubhouse. It still smells like him, seems like he never left, and for a moment you can pretend he hasn’t.

“We’re about to let off the lanterns for Opie. Lyla’s idea, thought it’d be nice for Kenny and Ellie.“ You run your hands across the sheets as Juice talks, him basically being your rock through all of this. You nod, sniffing, before standing and moving towards him.

“Anything I can do?” He asks, stopping you from leaving the room. You stare at him, knowing that without him you probably wouldn’t have even had the strength to get up this morning. Yet he has no idea. That’s what makes him so beautiful, so selfless.

“Stay with me, please.“ You say, lacing your fingers with his. He nods understandingly, squeezing your hand and placing a loving kiss on your forehead.


Originally posted by 4lcooliz4d4

A/N - I got emotional writing this 😂😭 I decided to do a time skip kind of imagine and keep it a bit more mellow instead of full on snogging etc. Thank you for reading and supporting :) xxx

Friday the 13th, November 2015
  • Paris: under attack by terrorists - multiple attacks, explosions, at least 129 killed
  • Lebanon: twin suicide bombings last night, at least 43 killed, almost 200 injured
  • Japan: a powerful 7.0 magnitude earthquake has struck off the South West coast of Japan
  • Baghdad: killed 21 people and wounded at least 46 at a funeral in a suicide bomb attack, roadside bomb killed 5 and injured 15
  • Mexico: 4.3 magnitude earthquake
  • #prayfor:
  • Paris, Lebanon, Japan, Baghdad, Mexico
  • The World