all started with this band right here

quotes from the music department

*Repeatedly sings part of the music in scat*

“Ben swore to Jesus that if he didn’t help me at the concert he’d do thirty push-ups in front of the entire band, and I’m just as excited for this as you guys are.”

“If it were easy, football players would be doing this”

“We were 4.75 points off of the next band, and I’ll make certain this number will haunt you until next season.”

“Tomorrow’s gonna be a rough week.”

“I’ll just get a golf cart to follow the band in the parade. Maybe one day I’ll play a halftime show in a golf cart, all by myself.”

“No, Danny, you’re not starting a group chat for jazz.”

“Someone made me a 22&½-inch stick to measure steps. Don’t make me use it.”

“Trumpets, raise your right hand, and move it over to the person next to you. You’ll be fingering the notes on their trumpet.” *leans over to woodwinds* “this is gonna be really funny”

“We don’t have Thursday night rehearsal this week, so live the lives you have outside of band. So basically, catch up on homework.”

“Here it is– wait no, that’s 32 pages, that’s not right.”

“Before we step off on Saturday, you need to focus and say the following prayer”

“All the freshmen are on break, none of them are here!” *section leader raises hand* “Adeline’s here” “She’s the only one ADELINE WHY DONT YOU TAKE BREAKS IN THE STANDS”

“I hope this is loud enough, because this is as loud as its gonna get” *glares at the saxophone that forgot the speaker* “He forgot the speaker, my own flesh and blood.”

“As usual, the bassist knows the articulation and rhythms to the saxophone parts better than the saxophones do.”

*beatboxes to metronome*

“I want you to go home, do homework, practice, do more homework, have a milkshake, and practice some more.”

“If you want to annoy the heck out of a musician, play a cadence but leave out the last chord and wait like 20 minutes”

“this passage is called ‘Glendy Burk.’ I went to high school with her, actually.”

“you aren’t feeling well? Drugs?”

“while I was in the middle of complimenting you, you made a mistake”

“that saxophone line was jazzy as hell”

“you just have to play angrier”

“what’s the point if they’re all accented?”

“you squeaked in tune”

“can you take that d?”

“you can play my final pitch”

“imagine brass knuckles, but on a tambourine”

“I had to blow on my tongue”

“Bethany, you’re my number one!”

“the entire band is pianissimo, so play really loud. mezzo piano.”

“go through the head”

“BAD tambourine!!!”

“112 is the American tempo”

“the audience started clapping during the caesura. I didn’t know whether to continue on or leave the stage.”

“Matthew, while you were gone, Ed and I determined that you’re a freeloader”

“you came in early” “I don’t remember”

“did you just compare terrible bass parts to a terrorist attack?”

“Christ, Elizabeth, you’re such a violinist”

“All of our violas are at another rehearsal today, so we’ll begin today’s rehearsal with a prayer as that is the only thing that can save us.”

“We don’t have a spare bass bow to use while Ed’s is being rehaired, so you two are just gonna have to share. Yeah. Sorry about that.”

“Ah, yes, but what baroque style are we talkin’ here”

“It was at that point she handed the first chair violin a viola part. He proceeded to hand it back to her.”

“I went home and cradled that music. I never get original bass parts.”

“She turned the page in her score and forgot to continue conducting. Honestly, I would’ve been less surprised had she thrown her baton into the cello section”

“There are two basses in pit this year, so we’re an actual section, so he can’t just shove us in the corner this year HIGH FIVE”

“Does she really know how to buy a bow? She should make it a field trip so you get the right one.” *swings hands in air super wide* “it has to AGREE and BLEND with the instrument DO YOU SEE”

“When the orchestra director doesn’t know what to do she just asks the second chair. If he’s gone, she waits until a day he attends rehearsal to ask him.”

“Don’t be afraid to play out. Except during rests. Then you should be very afraid.”

“is it ok if I start to cry a little right now?”

“I had anaemia as a kid, and my schoolteacher’s name sounded like ‘anaemia’, so naturally, I hated her”

“she took the pen out of my hand and said, ‘no, Richard, use pencil.’ I was so mad”

“I don’t think it’s a coincidence that there are fewer bassists today and higher rates of suicide, gang violence, school shootings…”

“channel your inner Whitney Houston”

“play quietly, like you’re about to wake a baby. except you’re the baby, because you didn’t practice”

“I have another metronome app now. I collect them.”

“if someone calls my bass a cello one more time I’m gonna lose it”

“at the gig, a drunk guy came up to me, pointed to my harp, and called it a sideways piano”

“I want the space between these notes to be so big you can fit a little drawing of a house, a sun, a tree, and little dog in there.”

“90º angle notes”

“I want the sixteenth notes so sharp they could kill a man”

“turn the soundbox on”

“do you have a fancy phone? the answer is yes, yes you do.”

“I listened to the narration a few times before realising it was in German”

“I’ve got, like, four copies of that piece. the conductor keeps forgetting that I already have it and makes me a new copy.”

“soon I’ll have AIDS. Hearing aids, I mean. I’m old, is what I’m saying”

“more birdlike, turn on roundabout faster”

“kissing from the left is different from kissing from the right. not that I would know. asking for a friend.”

Happiness Is Homemade

also on Ao3

MooMaw’s kitchen is always filled with light.

It’s pouring through the windows above the sink and filtering through the blue and white checked curtains that hang above it.

Eric sits on the counter, right in the middle of a sun beam, and swings his little feet against the cabinets below as he licks brownie batter off a wooden spoon.

MooMaw has the phone tucked between her shoulder and her ear as she uses a spatula to scrape the last of the batter into the pan.

The cord stretches from the wall and Eric extends a sock covered foot out towards it and tries to touch it with his toes.

It sags before he can get to it as she steps forward and takes the spoon from him.

He only has a second to pout before she’s putting the spatula in the bowl and the bowl in his lap and ruffling his hair.

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Big Weekend || Dan Howell

A/N: this imagine was requested by @let-it-go-and-live-again! I really like the idea. yeeah body positivity!! btw I added an about me page to my bio in case you want to check it out!

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POV: Reader


Originally posted by constantlymyself

The sky was cloudy but the air wasn’t too cold. Thousands of people were just hoping that it wouldn’t start raining. I was one of them. I stood there and hoped while my body was made of 60% pure adrenaline by now.

“I can’t wait for them to start!” I had to yell because the crowd of talking people was just so loud.

I smiled at Dan whole heartedly. The huge grin on my face was so big that my cheeks hurt.

“You are cute when you are that excited.” Dan laughed and took my hand in his.

His dimples were showing and just the sight of him made me feel like my heart was going to burst. Although Dan and Phil had stopped doing their radio shows they were still asked to do some interviews at Radio 1’s Big Weekend, an annual music festival.

Dan surprised me by inviting me to come with him. I obviously had to say yes, especially since my favourite band was performing. They were going to enter the stage soon and thousands of excited fans including me and Dan were impatiently waiting for them.

Although Dan was allowed to watch from back stage we decided to mix into the crowd because there was so much audience participation during the band’s concerts.

For a second the crowd grew all silent, then the first fans started screaming. Welcomed by loud cheers and squeals my favourite band ran onto stage. They immediately started with their first song. The air was filled with bursting energy and excitement. I hadn’t felt so alive in a long time.

I started singing my heart out to the songs I had listened to a million times before, but they sounded and felt so different live. When the whole crowd started chanting the chorus of my all time favourite song I jumped up and down, not being able to stop myself from moving and dancing.

“You are damn beautiful, Y/N!” I heard Dan shout into my ear.

I only now realized that he was watching me the whole time and blushed a little bit.

As one of the band’s slow songs sounded from the speakers Dan wrapped his arms around me from behind and we swayed to the music. His broad chest was pressed against my back and he rested his chin on top of my head, kissing my hair now and then.

After the ballade ended I got on my tip toes again in order to be able to watch my favourite band member’s every move.

“Do you know how lucky you are, Dan?” I asked him laughing, pointing out the height difference between us.

Dan was by far one of the tallest people in the crowd and I looked tiny next to him.

“You could sit on my shoulders.” Dan suggested with a wink.

“Dan, everyone behind us would hate us.” I laughed but had to admit that I kinda liked the idea.

“Enter the world of us giants. Just one song.” He pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

I had to admit it sounded tempting. Very tempting actually.

“Okay, but if people start shouting at us it’s all your fault!” I gave in and Dan didn’t really have much convincing to do.

He bent down so I could sit on his shoulders. After I had gotten on top of him I was able to overlook the whole crowd. His head was in between my thighs and I couldn’t stop myself from running my fingers through his soft chocolate brown hair. I crossed my legs behind Dan’s back and he held my thighs for extra stabilization.

Dan and I were enjoying ourselves and I was so happy to have an amazing boyfriend like him.

Just as the song ended and Dan was about to set me down, we were stopped by the band’s drummer and my favourite member.

“Listen everybody! Do you see this pretty girl who got on top of somebody’s shoulders? I want you all to do the same!” he shouted into his microphone and pointed right at me. The crowd started cheering and moving around.

Everybody who was here with somebody followed his instructions. I, on the other hand, had an immensely hard time processing the fact that my favourite band member had just called me pretty!

The heat rushed to my face and my hands started shaking. I felt like my 16-year-old fangirling self again.  

“O my god he called me pretty!” I squealed once my feet touched the ground again.

“Because you are!” Dan said with twinkling eyes and made me smile even wider.

I pecked his lips quickly before I faced the stage again. Just as my eyes landed on the drummer again he took off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and perfectly defined abs. The whole female part of the crowd completely lost it. Never before had I heard such high-pitched screams.

A few teenage girls actually looked like they were about to faint. I had to stare at him in awe. I squealed along while he smashed his drums, sweat dripping down his forehead.  

“Damn I forgot how hot he is.” I breathed in disbelief and was too busy to notice the look on Dan’s face as those words left my mouth.

I was still jumping up and down like a bouncy ball after the concert had ended. Dan was guiding me backstage with him because I was too busy talking about the concert to concentrate on where I was going.  

“I can’t believe that just happened. Best concert ever!” I babbled ecstatically.

“Mhm” Dan mumbled quietly and I was again too excited to notice his resentment.

Back in the hotel we were staying in for the weekend I had calmed down a bit again. After changing out of my sweaty shirt and drinking what seemed like 4 bottles of water I was back to normal.

Since Dan and I were extremely exhausted we decided to go straight to bed. It was only Saturday so we still had the whole of Sunday ahead of us. When I was done with brushing my teeth and exited the bathroom I noticed that Dan was in bed already. I got under his duvet as well and was immediately greeted by his comforting body warmth.

I snuggled up next to him and rested my head on his chest.

“Thank you for taking me with you. I really enjoyed today.” I whispered softly and pecked his pink lips.

With a grin, I decided to deepen the kiss and quickly straddled my surprised boyfriend.

“I thought you said you were tired.” Dan asked raising a brow, teasingly.

“I am never too tired for this.” I breathed seductively.

As soon as those words had come over my lips Dan immediately flipped us over so he was on top. I ran my hands up and down his chest, taking his t-shirt off soon after. He connected our lips again, we didn’t start out slow, it was heated since minute one. The tiredness from before was gone as Dan moved his hips against mine. I couldn’t hold in a silent moan.

“Am I hurting you?” Dan asked suddenly sounding insecure.

I broke the kiss to look at him in confusion. Did he misinterpret my moan?

“Why would you be hurting me? We haven’t even.. you know.“ I asked him confused, looking up at him.

“I thought I crushed you under my weight..” Dan’s words were barely a whisper. He swallowed hard as has face turned the colour of a tomato.

My eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

“Daaann-“ I trailed, waiting for him to tell me he was joking, but he didn’t.

“What are you talking about, Dan?” I wanted to know, scared of his answer.

He got off me and let himself fall down on the bed next to me. I lifted myself up on my elbow to be able to look into his dark brown eyes.

“I- I’m just really heavy. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He explained and I could tell that he was uncomfortable.

“You are way over 6 feet, Dan. How are you supposed to not be heavy?” I argued.

“Yeah sure.” He mumbled unmotivated. My face fell, finally getting what he was implying.

“That’s not what you meant, right?” I breathed totally aghast.

“No.” He whispered and slowly shook his head.

“Why do you suddenly feel like that? You are so beautiful, baby.” I gently traced his biceps, taking in his beauty.

He seemed to quietly ponder for a while before he decided to voice his thoughts.

“I just, I don’t have abs or a toned chest and I’m not that fit and-“ he made himself stop in the middle of his sentence.

He grew all silent. His words brought tears to my eyes. Why didn’t he see how perfect he was?

“You are not saying this because I called that stupid drummer hot today, right?” I tried, but the look on his face at the mention of what I had said earlier totally gave him away.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would make you feel that way. Listen I don’t care if he is hot or not. He will never be you and I love every tiny bit of your body and your soul.” I whispered softly, meaning every word I said.  

I cupped Dan’s face with my hands and deeply looked into his eyes. “You are perfect the way you are and I love you more than anything.” I slowly said so he could take in every single word.

Dan blushed and I noticed that a small smile had found its way back onto his face.

“It’s not just about having a fit body, you know that. Now c’mon let me show you how beautiful you are.” I breathed and started leaving kisses all over his chest and neck, straddling him again.

journal jar challenge

100 journal prompts for you to pick out each day: make and decorate a little jar, write all these prompts on bits of paper (or just print them out) and put them in the jar, and then pick out one each day and write about it in your journal. if you are thinking about starting one, this is a good excuse to start!

1. your favourite band right now
2. the last concert you went to
3. dear ______, here is something ive never told you
4. yourself
5. body positivity
6. what kept you awake last night?
7. food
8. some things that make you happy
9. cultural appropriation
10. colours
11. dear past me
12. fluffy blankets
13. highs and lows of today
14. a playlist for when you are feeling sad  
15. how did you feel this morning?
16. your favourite book 
17. your friends
18. ten quotes you love
19. someone you really want to punch
20. dear future me
21. your pets
22. the most fun you have ever had
23. your sunshine
24. what did you dream last night? 
25. what are you worrying about?
26. places you have enjoyed visiting
27. a playlist for when you’re angry
28. what song makes you dance?  
29. draw your feelings
30. someone who inspires you 
31. how was your week?
32. write something down that you can’t tell a soul
33. who, from your past, would you not mind seeing?
34. something that scared you today
35. write a wishlist
36. what are the world’s problems today?
37. ten restaurants you love
38. what is your saddest memory?
39. what are you looking forward to?
40. a playlist for when you are happy
41. your favourite season
42. a headline from the newspaper today
43. what did you learn this week?
44. write a letter to someone you need to forgive (this could be yourself).
45. how do you stand out from the crowd?
46. short term goals
47. what would you like to do today?
48. list your otps
49. what have you been thinking about the most today?
50. your strangest talent
51. thoughts on religion
52. reality check: something you need to realise but can’t admit to yourself
53. do you believe in karma?
54. what is your greatest weakness and strength?
55. do you feel like you belong?
56. five songs that make you smile
57. are you happy with yourself?
58. a memory with a family member
59. why you are grateful for someone
60. where are you right now?
61. someone you admire
62. a good movie you watched recently
63. what can you smell right now?
64. dear ______, i love you because
65. a playlist for when you’re uninspired
66. the worst place you have been to
67. a song that really resonates with you
68. what does your dream room look like?
69. what is the weather like right now?
70. if you wanted someone to really understand who you are, what would they have to read, listen to, and watch?
71. where do you see yourself in 10 years?
72. have you been bullied?
73. are you an artist?
74. one word that describes your mood
75. how are you feeling, pal?
76. do you feel you were born in the wrong era?
77. something that inspires you to become an activist
78. what do you dislike about yourself and why?
79. something that makes you laugh
80. top ten movies to watch
81. who is the most supportive person in your life right now?
82. make a collage that is aesthetically pleasing for you
83. don’t hold back, just vent until your hand hurts
84. if you were an animal, what animal would you be?
85. who do you miss?
86. first five words that come to your mind
87. do you sometimes doubt your existence?
88. a playlist for dancing to
89. long term goals
90. the most disappointed you have ever been
91. how are your relationships with others going?
92. your ideal world
93. paste an image here
94. somewher you would like to be right now
95. why are you upset?
96. talk about your best friend
97. ten people you want to meet
98. a poem you like
99. your favourite story
100. what makes you smile?

Boat drinks, boys in the band ordered boat drinks. Visitors scored on the home rink. Everything seems to be wrong. I’mma do a mashup, keep going – lately and I said what about newspaper mentioned cheap air fare breakfast at tiffany’s she said I think I remember the film I’ve got to fly to Saint Somewhere and as I recall, I think closing time we both kinda liked it I’m close to bodily harm time for you to go out to the places you will be from and I said well that’s one thing we got you guys are ruining it. Keep going, this is super. Twenty degrees closing time and the hockey game’s on you don’t have to go home but you can’t this is a nightmare sync, you’re ruining it stay you’re ruining everything here Nobody cares no you’re doing great they are way too far gone AND I SAID WHAT ABOUT people are not going to be able to isolate this BREAKFAST AT CLOSING TIME AND put it on YouTube BOAT DRINKS CAME IN. I’m gonna start over. I’m gonna start over. If you keep going, I’m gonna start over. Okay. Okay. YOU DON’T HAVE TO GO HOME Twenty degrees and the BUT YOU CAN’T hockey game’s STAY on HERE. Nobody cares BOAT DRINKIN’ they’re all way too far gone BOAT DRINKIN’ I’m just gonna edit this out. Start again right now – okay – BOAT DRINKIN’ BOAT DRINKIN’ boat okay, here we go drinkin’ Twenty degrees BOAT DRINKS and the hockey game’s on let’s do a round BOAT DRINKS BOAT DRINKS BOAT DRINKS boys in the BOAT DRINKS I’d like to go where the pace of life’s boys in the band slow with the boat drinks you’re ruining it BOAT DRINKS BOAT DRINKS boys people love my singing, and you’re in the band ruining it for them JUSTIN FUCKIN’ WE’RE DOING A /ROUND/ Stop – stop singing DAH DAH DAH I’m gonna start all over Travis, shut up. Travis shut up. Boat drinks. I’m starting over this is the beginning again okay boys in the band ordered boat drinks. Boat drinks. Boat drinks. Boys in the band visitors scored on the ordered boat drinks home rinkboys in the band ordered boat drink it won’t sync up when you’re doing that, you’re ruining it. You’re ruining the song. No, we’re doing a round. Okay, okay. There’s no round. Try it again. It won’t sync properly. You’re just making bad audio. Okay, okay. Okay here we go. Boat drinks. Boat drinks. Boys in the – I’m gonna start again. Boat drinks. No I’m trying to do an echo. Boat drinks. It’s not gonna sync, it’s gonna sound like garbage. Starting again. Boat drinks drinks drinks drinks boat drinks Boys in the band ordered boat drinks boat drinks drinks drinks don’t use it too early [off-key] visitors scored on the home rink everything seems to be wrong fine Rob, just fine fine isolate them out for the rest of it. I’ll just take off my headphones, that’s fine. Twenty degrees TWENTY DEGREES AND TRAVIS WE CAN SAY WHATEVER THE FUCK WE WANT and the hockey game’s on HA HA HA Nobody cares hey everybody, Jimmy Buffet they’re too far gone SUCKS screaming ‘boat drinks’ somethin’ JUSTIN’S PILOTED BY FART SPERM JIMMY BUFFETT IS A something to keep them all warm GARBAGE ARTIST He’s a fartist! Nobody can hear that. Go print out a Buffet song lyrics chart I’d like to go where the and go throw it in the fuckin’ garbage pace of life’s slow, could you beam me somewhere, Mr. Scott? I’m gonna put all of Jimmy Buffett’s songs on a jump drive and flush it down the toilet any old place here on [laughing] Earth or in space ah, Justin, can you hear this? You pick the century and I’ll pick the spot. This is all fair use, Jimmy James. I know I should be leaving this climate I’ve got a verse but can’t rhyme it – ooh. What about Tuesday’s with Morrie? I gotta go where it’s warm. Alright now – now you guys can sing all of this part ‘cause we’re just gonna repeat great. Alright. I’m gonna skip the last verse, alright, here we go we’re just gonna repeat ‘I gotta go where it’s warm’. I gotta go where it’s warm. I gotta go where it’s warm. I gotta go where it’s warm. [Jimmy Buffet recording: boat drinks, boys in the band ordered boat drinks] Go, keep fuckin’ singing! Drinks. [Jimmy Buffet recording: visitors scored on the home rink] visitors scored on the home rink IS THAT IT? You’re doing great. Everything seems to be wrong. And resolve the chord progression. I’ve gotta go where it’s warm. And the end of the show. Boaaaat drinks. No, God. You resolved it. Boat drinks? Booooaaaa – please resolve it – ooooooaaaat driiiiiiinks. (whispering) boat drinks. My – my anxiety is through the fucking roof right now.

So idk how many people actually see these posts, but I’m gonna put this out there. 

Go for it. Go for drum major, go for section leader, go for a higher chair, go for that E above the staff. Just at least try. You could have so much potential you don’t even realize it. Sometimes you just need someone to bring that out. Someone to bring out your confidence, make you more determined than you thought, push you to do your best yet be the shoulder you need to cry on. Be someone like that. Be that drum major who inspires that small freshman to go for things she never would have imagined. Inspire her to go for section leader, for drum major, for DCI, for music as a whole. People in these positions don’t realize that they have so much influence over kids who are still figuring things out. If they portray music and band in the way my drum major did my freshmen year, it could be the start of something absolutely amazing for them.

I’ve never really written this anywhere so I’m just letting it all out here. 

I’m just a sophomore right now. I’m a trumpet, started out 7th chair when I joined high school, got moved up to fifth by the end of band camp, made it to third by the end of the year. Kept third this year, moved up to second, missing first by half a point. Because of the people I met in the first few months of marching band, I’ve made amazing friends who have pushed me and helped me to even get to this spot in my musicianship. Along with all that, I decided halfway through my first year marching that I wanted to be drum major of my band. I was shy, un-confident, not very outgoing, and was just doing what I had to. I applied for section leader, hoping it could help boost my chances at getting drum major my junior year. Everyone told me I’d get it, but I didn’t. Yeah, I was devastated. But this woke me up, it opened my eyes. Sophomore year was such a time of growth for me. I became confident in my playing, more outgoing, I made my voice heard. I started volunteering for everything I could, I’m even taking the AP music theory class. I stay late at every practice and rehearsal to help with clean up and anything our director needs. All of this in hopes that he can see how dedicated I am to this program, to music. And I know he sees me now. I know if I keep this up, I can at least make it somewhere. It might not be drum major, but my newfound confidence, musicianship, leadership, and voice will help me in the long run, and I think that’s what really matters.

‘tis the season.

Omega: *practicing on the couch in the living room*

Omega: *hears the doorbell ring* ughhhh.

Omega: *opens the door* yes? oh, uh, hello there..

kid 1: hey there mister! w…..woah he’s wearing a mask.

kid 2: COOL!!

kid 1: it’s so weird!

Omega: you’ll get over it. can I help you two with something?

kid 1: *is pulling a wagon behind them* we’re selling girl scout cookies! would you like to buy some? we have snickerdoodle, chocolate mint, chocolate chip, double fudge, s'mores-

Omega: oooooooh haha. no thank you. too much sugar makes me go a bit crazy. we won’t be taking any of those, good luck th-

Alpha: *slams hand on the door as Omega tries to close it* HOLD ON.

Omega: *groans* this is what I was trying to avoid….

kid 2: hey, that guy is wearing a mask too!!

kid 1: you know Halloween is like 8 months away, right?

Alpha: ay don’t sass me ya little turnip. now, what do ya got here?

kid 2: we’re selling girl scout cookies! would you like to buy some?


Omega: *sighs*

Alpha: shuddup

Omega: I didn’t even say anythin-

Alpha: SHUDDUP. alright you two pip squeaks, gimme all your shit.

Omega: Alpha! have some decency with the language. they’re children.

Alpha: pfft.

kid 1: what kind do you want? we got all kinds!!

Alpha: *crouches down on his knees* did…I….stutter?

kid 2: ……w…..what?

Alpha: *gets really close to her face* give. me. all. your. shit.

kid 2: but-



kid 1: *starts unloading the wagon* *murmurs to self* sheesh. you don’t have to tell me twice.

kid 2: what about the “ra-ra-raisins”?

Alpha: ugh. nah fuck dat. I don’t want the healthy shit.

Omega: …..and how do you suppose we’re going to pay for all of these?

Alpha: uh, with tour money? pfft, what a dumb question.

Omega: that’s not very responsible!

Alpha: UHMMM. actually it is. we paid the electricity bill already. we paid the water bill already. we’ve made so much bank on merch alone. we don’t start touring again for another 3 weeks. so for the time being, I’m going to enjoy life. sitting on the couch, eating cookies, and getting fat as fuck. unlike some people.

kid 2: alright mister! that’ll be $225!!

Omega: *through gritted teeth* are you serious…

Alpha: serious as a heart attack!

Omega: which you’re going to end up having once you start to eat all these!

Alpha: nah.

Omega: how did you kids find our house anyway, we live in the middle of the woods.

Alpha: don’t question them! they’re determined! and they came to the right place. you guys should come back next week!

Omega: NO!

kid1/kid 2: YEAH!! *giggle as they run away with empty wagon*

Papa: *flies down the stairs* what in the hell is going on down here? all I hear is bunch of Alpha’s sass and Omega yelling wh-

Papa: *gasps* THIN MINTS!!

nebulasarah  asked:


PEOPLE Never take me seriously when I say Phoebus stole a dog, but he deadass stole a dog. He got arrested for it, ofc. And Ben totally showed up and bailed him out. 
Why did you steal a freaking dog, Ben would ask him, And Phoebus would go on a long tirade on how the dog’s owner was never taking proper care of her anyway, and he didn’t think anyone would care. 

Also, Phoebus would have Bad Leg Days, and it’ll always have to be up to Ben and Ari (but mostly Ben) to lug his ass home. Sometimes Phoebus gets jealous that  Ben Seems To Like Malek More so he’ll always bother Ben about stuff.

One time Ben dated this girl who was into ice hockey, and when they broke up, He dated another girl who was into lacrosse and Phoebus had a Field Day. He’d go up to Ben and be all, gee Ben, if you were into Canadians, you shoulda just told me, I’m right here. 

He goes fishing with Phoebus. He catches Fish, Phoebus catches cryptids. 

I remember I mentioned Phoebus wants to start a band with Malek, and Ben is like, 100% up for it, he’s been bothering Malek to start a band with them for god knows how long. Also, him and Phoebus do a lot of volunteer work at shelters! The rest of the baseball team comes with him, even though most of them try to stop Malek from tagging along ‘cause the poor guy’s overworked like 100% of the time (Malek “110% effort” Solh)

Also since March 22nd is coming up…The boys reacting to their S/O crying over MCR….Cuz I am….            
- Anon

I quite enjoyed this, but I also can’t believe it is the first thing I’m doing in this blog

Shuichi Saihara:

·         He was about to walk up to you in the halls when he noticed you were crying

·         What was wrong????

·         Did he do something? Was it because of him you were crying?

·         Inhaling, he gathered up his courage and walked up to you

·         He poked you with hesitance, gaining your attention

·         There was immense pain in your eyes

·         “S-S/O, what’s wrong?”


·         Whose-

·         Oh

·         OH

·         His eyes slowly darted to your shirt, a My Chemical Romance shirt

·         His hand moved to cover his now gaping mouth

·         He wanted to forget

·         He wanted to forget

·         You noticed he looked distraught, so you asked him if he was alright

·         He wasn’t

·         And then, you heard him whisper, “I can’t believe it’s been four years…”

·         The fact that he was shaken by it too made you even more sad

·         He hugged you and you spent at least 15 minutes hugging each other and crying

Rantarou Amami:

·         Rantarou was making his way towards your house

·         You both had planned on making sushi together

·         He spent a while to pick out the ingredients of the best quality

·         But once he got near your door, he could hear loud music blasting from outside

·         It sounded somewhat familiar…

·         He knocked on your door, it took you a while to open it

·         Eventually though, you did and you were crying

·         “E-Eh? Are you alright?”

·         You moved closer to him and hugged him

·         Of course he hugged you back

·         Whilst rubbing circles on your back he finally recognized the song that was blasting

·         Welcome to the Black Parade

·         He sighed

·         “Shh, shh, it’ll be alright…”

·         You two can make sushi together some other day…

Ryouma Hoshi:

·         It was morning and Ryouma had slept over in your place over night

·         You two were cuddling, you hugging him like a small stuffed toy

·         It was embarrassing for him, but he did enjoy it

·         He heard your phone buzz, but he didn’t make much of it

·         He felt you shift

·         And then he couldn’t breathe

·         You were squeezing him

·         “S/O, I-I can’t breathe-”

·         He heard you sniffling and that was all he needed to hear

·         Somehow, he got out of your grasp and looked at your face, now stained with freshly falling tears

·         “What happened? Do I have to-”

·         You shook your head and stuffed your phone in his face

·         He looked carefully over the screen, it was the calendar application

·         March 22nd

·         ‘MCR hasn’t gotten back together for 4 years :`^((((( ’

·         His gaze shifted from scared to slightly…disappointed

·         Disappointed in you

·         “I’d stay longer to comfort you, but I have morning practice”

·         He said and started to get ready to leave

·         He didn’t have morning practice

Gonta Gokuhara:

·         Gonta was so excited about today!!!

·         You had finally agreed on going bug searching with him!!

·         So after school, you two went to look for cute bugs!!

·         “Hey, S/O, look! Gonta found a few really cute ones!”

·         With a smile on your face, you turned

·         At first you looked at his cute face and you could’ve sworn you saw stars in his eyes

·         Then you looked down at the bugs

·         There were five little bugs huddled in a circle…

·         They were all black and white

·         At first you didn’t think much of it

·         But then it hit you

·         With tears flooding your eyes all of a sudden you exclaimed

·         “They…They’re going to split up and never get back together, Gokuhara!!”

·         “Gokuhara, please don’t let them split up!”

·         Then the bugs all walked away in separate directions

·         And you just couldn’t hold your sobs back

·         Gonta didn’t quite understand why you were crying, but you were crying

·         And, as the gentleman he was, he wanted to help you

·         So he hugged you as you sobbed about the bugs- or something else –splitting up

Kaito Momota:

·         You were sitting on your bed, eating ice cream from the whole tub with a tiny spoon

·         You were also quietly crying

·         Tears were inaudibly falling from your eyes

·         Soon enough, you heard a knock on your door

·         Nope, this was a day for you to mourn, you weren’t going anywhere

·         “OI, S/O, ARE YOU HERE??? YOU DIDN’T SHOW UP TO SCHOOL TODAY” you heard a familiar voice exclaim from behind the door

·         Kaito…

·         Eh, whatever

·         “OPEN UP, I’M WORRIED!!!” and then he started banging on your door

·         Is he for real ????

·         You sighed, standing up and slowly walking towards your door

·         As soon as you opened it, you felt the tall spaceman cling to you

·         “I WAS SO WORRIED”

·         But then he backed away and

·         “You look like shit, are you okay?”

·         “I-I’m fine…”

·         “You suuuure???”

·         And that’s when you started crying again

·         He froze, why were you crying???

·         “H-Hey-!”

·         Your turn to cling to him came and you sobbed into his chest, mumbling something about a band

·         Well, at least you were crying to him and not to anyone else—

Ouma Shoukichi:

·         You were trying so hard to not start crying

·         Especially around Ouma

·         You knew he was going to tease you about it

·         But as soon as you saw some dude walk past wearing a shirt with the MCR logo, you just couldn’t hold it in

·         Soft tears were falling and of course he noticed

·         And of course he had to notice the fact that you broke down because of that dude wearing MCR merchandize

·         “Hey, hey, are you crying about My Chemical Romance, by any chance?” You heard him ask with a smug tone

·         There wasn’t any hiding it anymore, so you just nodded

·         “Nishishi, I can’t believe you’re emo, S/O~”

·         “Oh, hoooW SAD”

·         “MCR BROKE UP, OH NOOOO”


·         But eventually, he noticed how heard you were crying so he shut his mouth

·         What is he supposed to do now???

·         In the very least, you knowing he was willing to shut up made you feel a tiny bit better

·         But the tears didn’t stop


·         “IF YOU DON’T—

·         What happens if you don’t, your world was already meaningless without MCR


·         That didn’t make you feel any better

·         You were crying and Ouma was yelling

·         Fun


·         “Huh, why are you crying?”

·         You and Kiibo were just sitting on a bench in a park, watching the birds fly and the people walk

·         But then all of a sudden, you started crying

·         Kiibo had no idea how to react, was it natural for a human to start crying for no reason?

·         “Are you feeling any pain in your body?”

·         When you didn’t answer, he could only assume the worst

·         “Ah, you’re ashamed to be sitting here with me, correct?”

·         In a quick bolt, you started to wipe your tears away, horribly need I add

·         “No, no, no, no, no, Kiibo, I-I’m not crying because of you, I just-“

·         You started with a raspy voice and you couldn’t finish

·         It hurt you too much to even talk about it

·         “Please tell me and I will try to help you as much as I can, S/O”

·         You couldn’t just…leave him in the dark like that, especially with how much you could tell he wanted to help

·         There was a glint of curiosity and pity in his eyes

·         You exhaled

·         “Kiibo, do you know that feeling when you love something so much, but then it just…ends” You said, your voice cracking

·         “I’m not sure I’m familiar with that feeling. Did something like that happen to you?”

·         You only managed to nod before starting to cry

·         Through tears, you explained that you didn’t want to talk about it anymore

·         Confused robot noises

·         He awkwardly embraced you, he heard hugs help so you two just sat there

·         Humans were certainly…strange

Korekiyo Shinguuji:

·         It hurt him so much to see you cry, after all, you were the person he cared for the most

·         So he held you, he cradled you like a small child

·         He kept stroking your back, whispering how everything will be alright

·         Although…

·         He still didn’t know why you were crying

·         You didn’t tell him, you just started tearing up all of a sudden

·         “Why are you crying? If only I may ask, of course.”

·         He thought humans were beautiful, he loved seeing how they all express their beauty with different things, different emotions

·         But as much as you were still beautiful while crying, he preferred you happy

·         Right when you told him that it was because it’s the 4th year anniversary of your favorite band breaking up…

·         He knew which band you meant

·         All the pity he held for you in his heart burned away

·         Humanity was beautiful, true, but this was just

·         This was going too far

·         Right here, this is the kind of things he can’t watch

·         People crying over MCR made him…crumble up inside

·         “I do hope you feel better soon, but I must…walk away now.”

·         You were confused

·         He took a step away from you and patted your head in an awkward motion

·         And then he walked away

·         Goodbye, Korekiyo


From this request: could you do a one shot with dean and he gets jealous a lot bc during a case a lot of people hit on the reader and the reader doesn’t notice it bc they are basically in love with dean and in the end he confesses his feelings and just a lot of fluff and adorableness



“Uh-oh,” Sam said, sitting beside his brother. “Someone’s got stink-face on. What’s up?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Dude, you give new meaning to ‘if looks could kill’.” Sam followed Dean’s gaze. “Why is the bartender the victim?”

“Because he willingly served Y/N a drink.”

“That’s… kind of his job, Dean.”

“If she orders the drink, yes, it’s his job. But if some other sleazeball orders it for her, that’s when the line gets crossed.”

Sam nodded. “Ah. Right. Of course.”


“You’re jealous.”

“No, I’m not. Why would I be jealous?”

“Because you like Y/N.”

“No, I don’t.”

“So… you’re not going to go beat the crap out of that guy who’s talking to Y/N over by the jukebox?”

Dean’s attention moved from the bartender to the darkened corner where you stood by the jukebox. A large man was standing next to you, one arm draped over the top of the jukebox, leaning in close to you. “Of course I’m not going to beat the crap out of him.” Dean stood. “But I am going to go get Y/N away from him.”


“Well, well, well,” Dean said, sauntering up next to you. “What’s going on over here?”

“Oh, I’m just having a polite argument with this gentleman,” you said with a smile,  taking a sip of the drink from the guy at the bar. “He doesn’t think Foreigner is a good band.”

“Oof, all right buddy, I’m gonna save you an hour of your time. Once she gets started on Foreigner, she doesn’t stop until she runs out of breath.” Dean took your elbow in his hand and pulled you away.

“Dean, come on, I’m not that bad. And someone has to stick up for Foreigner.”

“They’re good, but they’re not–”

“Do we need to do karaoke again? Or should I say, do I need to kick your ass at karaoke again in order to prove that Foreigner is versatile and life-long and ever-lasting and–”

“Those two things are the same, Y/N. Now, it’s time to stop talking.”

You shrugged and took another drink.

“Stop drinking that. Could be roofied.”

“Why would it be roofied?”

“Because three-fourths of the still sober people in this bar have been vying for your attention all night?”



Back at the bunker, Sam poked his head into Dean’s room. “So… how much longer am I going to have to watch you suffer?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Come on. You’ve been sulking ever since the bar. You like Y/N and you need to tell her so she stops flirting with everyone else.”

“That’s the problem, Sam! She doesn’t realize that anyone is flirting with her! She just thinks they’re being nice.”

Sam scoffed. “Yeah, right. She has to know–”

Dean shook his head.

“Well… maybe that’s all the more reason for you to tell her. If she knows you like her and the two of you get together, she won’t even pay attention to the ‘nice’ guys…”

“Uh-huh. And what’s your bright idea for that, hm?”

“Valentine’s Day is coming up…”

“No. No. No way in Hell, Sam. Valentine’s Day is the worst time to announce your feelings. Everything is blown out of proportion and… and… and Y/N would hate it….”

“Don’t go over the top. But get her a box of chocolates or some flowers or something. Take her to dinner. Tell her how you feel. And then you’ll fall in love and get married and–”

“Easy, Romeo. Take it down a few notches.”


On Valentine’s Day, you walked into the kitchen to find Dean making pancakes.

“Those better be chocolate chip,” you said, sitting at the table.

“They are,” Dean said, sliding a plate in front of you.

A single pancake sat on the plate.

A single heart-shaped pancake.

“What’s this?”

“Well, it’s Valentine’s Day…”


“No,” Dean said, sliding a plate full of round pancakes to you. “I just wanted to see your face.”

“Asshole,” you said with a smile.

“You know the only festive thing I do this time of year is raid the shelves of discounted candy on the fifteenth.”

“We’re still doing that, right?”

“You bet your ass we are.”

You took a bite of pancake. “And people say the fourteenth is the day of love.”

“But nothing says ‘love’ like eighty-percent-off a box of chocolates.”


The next day, you and Dean slid into the Impala and headed off to the first store on your list. It was early, so the parking lot was nearly empty.

You grabbed a cart and followed Dean to the large candy display at the back of the store. The two of you began tossing bags and boxes into the cart with abandon, giggling like… well, like two kids in a candy store.

Dean tapped your shoulder and handed you a large, heart-shaped box. On the top of it was a picture of two olives with the words ‘Olive You’ above them.

“Cute,” you said.

“It’s…” Dean shifted. He suddenly didn’t want to admit what he’d practiced in the car.

You studied him for a moment before turning and searching the shelf. After a few moments, you turned and handed him a heart-shaped box.

Dean looked at the picture of the volcano. “‘I lava you’,” he read.

“Nothing says ‘love’ like a super cheesy discounted box of chocolates,” you said with a smile. “Or should I say, ‘lava’.”

Dean returned your smile. “I lava you, too.”

Kids everyday say, ‘my parents divorced too’ or ‘I lost a parent too’, or ‘I have a heart problem or a health condition too’, ‘I had a drug problem too’. They can all relate to every bad thing that has happened in my life. And they can see that I’m still here. They can see that I’m not perfect but that I got out of all that. I went from being 16 years old and living alone with nothing, to being 17 and living in a car, to being 18 and doing this. Now I’m 26 and I have a cosy loft in North Hollywood and I play in a rock band for a living. Anyone who has gone through stuff can look at that and go, ‘Wow – if he can do it, then so can I’.
I did a signing recently and a girl started crying, saying, ‘I wouldn’t be here without you, your music has saved me’. And I said, ‘I wouldn’t be sitting right here if it wasn’t for you’. She said, ‘What do you mean?’ so I said, ‘Where would this band be without our fans?’ I am where I am in my life because of them. If I’m not going to give anything back to them, then who the fuck am I? We do care, and we do take the time to do that stuff. I do stuff on my time that people will never know about.
—  Austin Carlile on relating to Of Mice & Men Fans

alright let’s talk about Niall ‘i love showing love’ horan and how he is a very [harry styles voice] generous person

now there are mutiple instances where niall does things and you’re like ??? 

like he didn’t have to kiss these wonderful men?? but he did?? anyway?? cause like he has so much love to give?? and he’s about to show it??

and then how can we forget his infamous birthday party #tb to 2014 in vegas

like why so close niall?? so up close nialL??? i’M SCREAMING LOOK AT HIS MOUTH NEXT TO BEN’S. i digress i digress. 

and then there is the infamous kisses lets start out with #ned

Like ok?? thought y’all hated each other but guess not cause who can hate niall fucking horan?? like look at this??

and of course he’s always affectionate with his band mates




but like we all know niall is super private about his #personal relationships. never letting anyone know who he is dating. always tryna be subtle.

SUBTLE. okay neil you’re totally subtle.

don’t think i don’t see you heart eyeing harry

like ok? what was that hip thing? like did we ask? like why are you smiling like that? you tryna hide something but ??

like this ain’t your bedroom kid why you pushing his jacket to the sides?? like okay?/

ok now you think he’s funny. he ain’t even THAT funny but you look like yo herad the best joke of the century???

oh and you wish i could unsee this now don’t ya

but alas here we are totally ‘clueless’ as to who niall horan is ACTUALLY dating because ya know he’s all personal doesn’t like people knowing who he likes and that’s why doesn’t kiss them in public but…..


And what exactly is it that you & I need to discuss? Tobias huffed impatiently. I’m a very busy man so make it quick.

I have something I think that you may want, Shane started, pulling his leg up into his lap. He was trying to act as calm & collected as possible though his sadness had faded into a deep rage. 

Cut the shit & tell me what you want, the older man scoffed dramatically, not interested in playing games.

I don’t want anything, Shane shrugged as if none of this mattered to him. I just thought you might want to see the proof.

Proof? Tobias’ eyes narrowed as he studied the younger man who sat smugly in his home. Something about this was starting to sound intriguing. 

That you were right…


Levi & Archer, the redhead spit, pulling his phone from his pocket & tossing it onto the glass table. It’s all right here. Oh, Shane continued. I noticed you’re still wearing your wedding band. Didn’t Archer have one that matched? I can’t seem to remember because he wasn’t wearing it the last time I saw him. 

Tobias grizzled at the news, leaning heavily against the shelf as he looked out the windows on the far side of the room. He wasn’t sure if he felt more pain or anger in this moment, finding out that his one greatest fear was coming to fruition. Either way, he needed to remain calm while the young man was in his company. And he knew, before anything else, that he needed to see this proof.

Imagine attending a wedding with Chris.

“I can’t believe you’re attending my wedding with Captain America.” Luca, your best friend giggled excitedly as you helped her with her makeup. You smiled and shook your head, mostly because you couldn’t believe it either. “I take things are going well then?”

“We’re attending a wedding together,” you said and you realized it was the first time you’d actually admitted it to yourself. “It’s going amazing,” you told her then smiled. “I don’t think I’ve been so happy in a long time. Chris is…He’s kind of the perfect man.”

“He will be perfect if he quits smoking,” Luca murmured under her breath and you rolled your eyes. “I’m sorry but it’s true,” she held her hands up in surrender. “You’re only turning a blind eye to that bad habit because he’s Chris Evans, any other guy would’ve been kicked out to the curb already.”

“For your information, he quit the day after our first date.” You defended your boyfriend of almost a year now. “I just didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to be jealous of my now perfect relationship with the perfect man.”

“Oh haha,” she bit sarcastically but she couldn’t help her smile. “Can we be serious here for a second?” She asked, pushing your hand away from her face. “I’m really happy for you, babe,” she said and you smiled. “You deserve to be with the perfect man after your string of imperfect ones. I cannot wait for the day I get to do all this crazy maid of honor stuff for you while you sit and wait to meet Chris at the alter.”

“Me neither,” you smiled then said, “but today is not that day. Today is your day and I’m your maid of honor so stop talking and let me finish your makeup,” you scolded playfully and she laughed, closing her eyes so you could finish applying her eyeshadow.

“Hey Y/N.” Olivia, Luca’s cousin and another one of her bridesmaids poked her head into the room and your hand lowered as you looked up; Luca turned to the door as well. “Chris just arrived, do you want me to finish up so you can go see him?”

“No, it’s okay. I’m almost don-” you were cut off by Luca.

“Go see him, you doofus.” She instructed as she yanked the makeup brush from your hand. “You’ve done enough for me and this wedding, it’s time you go and enjoy it. I’ll see you when it’s time to walk down the aisle, that one I’m going to need you there for.”

“I love you,” you hugged her.

“Save those three words for Chris,” she hugged you back.

Olivia took over for you and you left the bride’s prep room and headed out into the reception hall. You found Chris by the bar with Kai, the best man and one of your oldest friends, chatting and drinking beer. The guys heard your heels coming their way and they glanced in your direction, talking and laughing amongst themselves as they turned away. You counted to three in your head and silence fell among them as you saw both men by the bar dart their gazes back onto you, letting it wash over you from head to toe. Chris choked on his beer when you smiled and gave him a flirty little wave of your fingers, and you silently thanked God that your best friend wasn’t one of those girls who wanted her bridesmaids’ dresses to be uglier than hers.

“Maid of honor,” Kai nodded at you.

“Best man,” you nodded back.

“You look beautiful,” Kai complimented.

“I think that’s my line, man,” Chris chuckled.

“And I think that’s my cue,” Kai chuckled then left.

“Well, what do you think?” You held your arms open and gracefully shimmied, showing off your dress to Chris who laughed and nodded his head in approval. “And you look very handsome also.” You grabbed him by his tie and drew yourself closer towards him until your body was flushed against his.

“Hi beautiful.” He smiled down at you because even at 5'7’’ with 4’’ heels you were still slightly shorter than him; you loved that because what girl in her right mind didn’t want a gorgeous guy towering over them?

“Hey Captain,” you smiled then kissed him tenderly as he placed his hands on your waist. “Thank you for coming,” you told him when you broke the kiss. “I know you like to shy away from the limelight but I really appreciate you being here with me.”

“I would go to Times Square on New Years Eve if it meant spending time with you.” He chuckled then kissed your hair and you felt yourself blush. “So how’s Bridezilla doing?” He joked and you laughed. “I’m surprised she’s letting you out here to see me considering the wedding’s about to start.”

“She’s surprisingly a lot calmer on her wedding day,” you told him with a light chuckle.

“That’s ‘cause you’re a wonderful friend who’s made sure everything’s gone to plan,” he poked your side and you giggled. “Seriously, Y/N, you look absolutely breathtaking. I can’t even-” he shook his head, pretending to be at a loss for words. “Forget the bride, all eyes will be on you.”

“Don’t let her hear you say that,” you warned him playfully.

“Right,” he chuckled and pretended to zip his lips.
• • • • • • • •
After the wedding ceremony- which was everything Luca had wanted since the two of you were kids- the reception began. You followed Luca around for a bit, helping her with her dress as she made her way around the reception hall greeting friends and family. It was only after she noticed Chris being crowded by a group of very single and slightly drunk ladies that she called Olivia to take over, sending you back to him to enjoy the rest of the wedding as a couple.

“Clear out, ladies.” You instructed as you pushed through them to get to Chris; you saw him let out a breath of relief. “He’s taken,” you wrapped an arm around his waist and he did the same to you. “So move it or lose it. You told them and they groaned but did as you said because they were all well aware of how catty you could be if you wanted to.

“Thank God,” he rested his head against yours. “I was so close to hiding in the bathroom until you were done with your maid of honor duties.” He admitted and you pouted, giving him sympathetic eyes. “No, I’m so glad I’m here though because this is a huge step in the right direction for our relationship. I’m really proud to be here as your boyfriend, Y/N. And if being here with you means having to deal with them- then bring them back because I can do it all day,” he quote a famous line from his Captain America movies and winked.

“I love you,” you told him with a light chuckle.

“Not as much as I love you,” he told you then smiled.

You kissed him just as the band started to play Ed Sheeran’s ‘Thinking Out Loud’. He broke the kiss with a wide smile on his face and beckoned his head towards the dance floor. You chuckled and nodded, letting him led you out there with the rest of the couples including the new bride and groom. Luca caught your eye as Chris pulled you into a slow dance position and you saw her wink, you bit back your smile as winked back.

When your legs don’t work like they used to before
And I can’t sweep you off of your feet
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?

“Hey,” Chris began as the two of you swayed on the dance floor. “Do you remember the first time we met at that coffee shop and this song was playing in the background?” You nodded, smiling. “That was the first time I truly believed in love at first sight,” he said and you laughed. “Don’t laugh at me,” he chuckled. “I’m being serious.”

“I know you are,” you smiled. “And trust me, when I saw you it was love at first sight too 'cause you looked smoking as Captain America,” you teased him and he laughed. “I even liked you when you were the scrawny kid from Brooklyn, I have a weakness for blue eyes.”

“Oh, I know you do.” He grinned then spun you out then pulled you back in, causing you to giggle and causing every other girl in the room- except the bride- to envy your very situation with the most handsome man they’d ever laid eyes on.

And, darling, I will be loving you 'til we’re 70
And, baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23
And I’m thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Well, me—I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am.

So, honey, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
Maybe we found love right where we are

“What do you think about this wedding?” You asked Chris. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” He nodded in agreement, scanning the room like you were. “It’s big but not so big that you don’t know everyone by name. I think I want something simple and sweet like this one day.”

“Are you trying to tell me something, sweetheart?” He asked with a cheeky grin on his face. “'Cause you know I’m crazy about you and that I will propose the second I feel like you’re ready for more. So don’t say anything you don’t mean,” he warned playfully.

“I won’t,” you chuckled. “But I can see this for us, can’t you?” You asked and he nodded with a sweet, adoring smile. “I know things are still a little early in our relationship to take that step but- it’s nice to think about.”

“No, I don’t think we’re that far off,” he disagreed. “Time is a concept, Y/N, so it doesn’t matter if we’ve only been dating for eleven months. If we know we love each other and we can see the rest of our lives together, are we really going to let time stop us from taking that leap?”

“You’re very wise for someone who’s only been alive for thirty-five years,” you said and he chuckled. “I know you’re right and it’s not the time that’s bothering me. There’s just a lot we haven’t talked about yet and we don’t even live together. What if when we move in you realize I’m an annoying person to live with and you fall out of love with me and want to break up?”

“That’s not possible.” He shook his head and you smiled which quickly turned into a fake scowl when he added. “You practically already live with me and I already know how annoying you can be to live with and I still love you.”

“You’re a jerk,” you pulled your hand out of his and playfully slapped his chest.

When my hair’s all but gone and my memory fades
And the crowds don’t remember my name
When my hands don’t play the strings the same way (mmm…)
I know you will still love me the same

'Cause, honey, your soul could never grow old, it’s evergreen
And, baby, your smile’s forever in my mind and memory
I’m thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe it’s all part of a plan
Well, I’ll just keep on making the same mistakes
Hoping that you’ll understand

“Tell me something.” He said when he stopped laughing, taking your hand back into his. “Something you’ve never told me or anyone- and by anyone, I mean Luca as well- before. Anything, even a weird thought you were afraid people might judge you for.”

“Why?” You giggled.

“Think of it as a bonding exercise.”

“Fine,” you huffed then thought about something you’d never told anyone before. “Well- I’ve known I wanted to be a writer since I was six and it’s-” You saw him roll his eyes because you’d told him this before. “No,” you chuckled, “I didn’t tell you the full story. You just know that I wanted to, you don’t know why I wanted to.”

“Yes I do,” he nodded. “You write because it’s fun and you make people feel with your words. There’s nothing better than seeing someone cry or laugh because of what you’d written on the page, you told me that on our first date.”

“Yes, but I started writing for myself,” you told him. “I didn’t have a great time growing up, up until my twenties- I was the girl people turned to as an option. Other than Luca, I didn’t have many real friends and I sure as hell didn’t have any good boyfriends. Writing was an escape for me, a place where I could be someone other than myself and experience life and love the way I used to watch in movies. I figured if I could do it for myself, why couldn’t I do it for other people? Give the somewhere to run to, someone to be with in their darkest hours.”

That, baby, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
Thinking out loud
Maybe we found love right where we are (oh, oh)

“Whoever treated you as an option must have been out of their fucking minds because you’re amazing and everything you do is amazing,” he said and you smiled. “Screw those past people, especially those past boyfriends. Luca and I lucked out with you in our lives and you will always be our first choice, come hell or high water.”

“You’re amazing, you know that?” You asked Chris rhetorically and he shrugged nonchalantly. “I think I’m the one who lucked out in this relationship. You are the best guy I’ve dated and- I don’t think I want to spend the rest of my life without you,” you admitted.

“The feeling is mutual, Y/N,” he smiled. “Because when I look at you, I finally see where the rest of my life is.” He dipped his head and met your lips for a tender kiss. “Just give me the word and I’ll give you the world,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, lo-ud

So, baby, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Oh, darling, place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
But maybe we found love right where we are
Oh, baby, we found love right where we are
And we found love right where we are

“I’m ready whenever you are,” you whispered back.

“Good,” he smiled and drew back slightly, “because the ring was starting to burn a hole in my pocket.” Your lips fell apart and you stared at him in awe and disbelief. “Don’t worry,” he chuckled. “I wasn’t going to propose at your best friend’s wedding, I was going to wait till the hotel even though she was begging me to, said it’d make a great story.”

“Luca knew about this?” Your gaze darted to your best friend who was far too busy with her new husband to look your way.

“Who do you think went ring shopping with me?”

“Oh my God.” You chuckled, feeling your eyes well with tears of joy.

“Think you can keep it together until we get back to the hotel?” He teased.

“I will if you will,” you smiled and kissed him once more.

Music Video/Storyboard Script: A Gorey Demise

This isn’t even the final draft and, like In the Backseat, you’ll see a much cleaner version down the road. For now bare witness to the bones of what became the highlight of my mini drama portfolio, ft. characters from The Nightmare Before Christmas and a song by Creature Feature.

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im-the-ruler-here  asked:

((Hello, me again >_<)) what instrument would all the skelebros play if they had to pick one, and what would their favorite song be to play on it?

Hello again!!  Always a welcome presence on my blog!

Sans:  We already know he plays the trombone.  He mostly makes sound effects, but he did learn how to play Never Gonna Give You Up.  Look it’s old, but still good.  It’s got an air of nostalgia now, it’s a classic just like him, and he’s… Never Gonna Give It Up.

Papyrus:  He gets a drum set.  His favorite song to play is Hairband.  His taste runs distinctly… Glam Rock.

Red:  Rattles, like rattling bones.  Ok, so his pun is a little less obvious, I was going to give him Obone like Oboe but that’s too advanced for Red.  He doesn’t have time for that.  He doesn’t play any songs on it really, he just shakes it to emphasize an especially bad joke, usually while going “ha-cha-cha!”  Edge hates it.

Edge:  Electronic guitar.  Enter Sandman.  He does the growl screaming throat ripping singing alright but other than that… don’t let him sing, it.. it is not great. 

Blue:  Keyboard.  Fireflies by Owl City, or Don’t Stop Me Now.

Honey:  Saxobone.  Careless Whisper.  God it just falls right into place, doesn’t it?

Black:  Bass.  Ok so…. bear with me here.  He’s playing on guitar here, since I couldn’t find a good vid on bass.  He also likes Seven Nation Army.

Puppy:  Xylabone.  He learned how to play The Final Countdown.  He is unstoppable. 

We all know what needs to happen.  The Papyrus derivatives need to start a band.  I feel this in my soul.  Papyrus brings food, Black is a diva, somebody screams ‘you’re tearing this band apart’ at some point, it’s fantastic.  “WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE MUSIC?!?!”  “FAME IS RUINING US!!”  They haven’t even played at one venue yet. 

Or…. I guess the Sans derivatives can make a band too?  The two could face off.  That would be… wild.

And the singer?  Well, our darling Reader of course!! 

These Photos Of Paul And Linda McCartney Will Make You Want To Fall In Love  💘

Just four days after she met Paul McCartney for the first time, photographer Linda Eastman showed up at the press launchof the Beatles new album Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.

Two years later, they were married.

The couple lived together with their many beloved pets on a farm near Campbeltown.

And when The Beatles broke up, they began making music together.

They were inseparable.

They formed a band together, Wings.

They even loved each other through the questionable hair decisions of the mid-’70s.

They supported one another in their music and photography careers

And they kept loving each other…

…And loving each other…

And loving each other.

The two remained married for 29 years, until Linda’s death in 1998. Together, they supported each other’s careers in music and, in her case, photography — while raising four children, promoting a vegetarian lifestyle, and advocating for animal rights.

And it all started right here.  ❤

Sorry for making you wait! Here’s your imagine!

Eric Harris wasn’t the tallest guy nor the strongest, but he caught your from day one. You were still pretty new at Columbine. You transferred over to Columbine in the middle of junior year. By now everyone has found their group of friends and had their tables at lunch figured out, and then there was you fresh out of (your home state/country) on too columbine soil.

You had one class with the Harris kid but he didn’t really notice you. You sorta wish he did. He seemed like a really cool guy when you saw him wore that KMFDM t-shirt.

“You know what pisses me off V”
“Oh here it comes.”
“You’re damn right Brooks, here it comes. Girls. They piss me the fuck off”
The group of guys started laughing before Eric could even finish.
“Hey fuckers let me finish” Eric chuckled but was still pretty serious “Girls just all love the main stream bullshit. Like Ben Affleck fuck that dude. Or all those pop cookie cutter singers.”

The group of guys were just laughing and pretty much teasing Eric when you started to pull into parking lot. You had Du Hast by the german band Rammstein blowing through your speak. You were singing in your terrible german accent and fumbled on a few words but you still sang along.

“Hey V do you hear this shit” He was smiling ear to fucking ear when he noticed the song that was playing and more importantly who it was. He still hadn’t it was you who was playing it. You pulled in next to the group of guys still letting the music blast through the speakers.

“See why the fuck can’t girls listen to this music. Real fucking music” You heard this remark from Eric and just giggled to yourself. “This boy has to be dumb if he hasn’t realize I’m a girl by now” you thought to yourself.

You gathered your things from the passager side and turned off the music. You stepped out your car and proceeded to walk towards the school, passing the boys. But not before you heard Eric’s comment.

“Oh fuck it is a girl. I should give her my number or some shit”

When you heard this you turned back alittle to catch Eric looking at you. You continued to walk towards the school but not before you winked at the boy and mouthed “I’ll call you”

start a craze (ignite the airwaves) // septiplier

Boys in a band, touring and writing songs and pining. AKA Septiplier Band!AU, where they all meet when they’re teenages and start a band.

Also on AO3.

DISCLAIMER: Any situations written involving real people are fictional, and are in no way meant to be actual implications on their personal lives, s'just for fun! So please press that back button if any of this makes you uncomfortable!

“Hey, you’re the Irish exchange student, right?” Bob asks, handing him a can of coke.

“Half-right,” Jack says, twirling a drumstick between his fingers. “We moved here from Ireland. Signe’s the exchange student. People keep gettin’ that mixed up.”

They’re in the basement of Bob’s house, it’s crowded by instruments and old furniture, including a single couch pushed into the corner.

“Sorry,” Bob says, pushing up his glasses. “Wade said he met you on Friday and wanted you for the band. So you’ve gotta be pretty good, huh.”

“I guess, he was sick today apparently, but said I should still come audition,” Jack tells him, then nods at the bass in Bob’s hands. “You’re the bassist?”

“Yeah, I have no real musical talent,” Bob laughs, “but I’m passable at bass, thus Mark dubbed me the bassist. Sorry about the room, by the way, my parents are the only ones that let us play.”

“Nah, It’s cool,” Jack says, “thanks for the coke.”

“No problem,” Bob says, smiling, “you can show us what you got as soon as Mark gets down here.”

“Already here, Bobby m’boy!”

Jack turns, and is faced with a strange rush of something at the sight of this Mark guy. Probably because of how close he’s standing to him.


“Oh hi, I’m Mark, I sing and write lyrics and stuff,” Mark says, taking a step back and sticking out his hand. His voice is deeper than Jack would’ve expected it to be. “You’re Sean, right? You’re gonna be in our band?”

“Jack, actually,” he corrects as he shakes Mark’s hand, feeling lightheaded. “And… you haven’t even heard me play yet.”

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Parents of the Groom

American Horror Story: Freak Show
Alternate Universe
California, August 1961

“Massimo! You are going to wear me out!” Elsa says, out of breath, as she sits down next to Sofia at one of the many round tables laid out on the hotel lawn.

“Oh, hardly. I think it’s the other way around,” Massimo tells her and leans down for a quick peck before sitting next to her.

“Jesus, you two,” Sofia mutters as she tries to balance little William on her lap with her overgrown belly.

“Oh, don’t be a sourpuss, Sofia,” Elsa says, reaching for her glass of champagne.

“Well, why on earth did Fritz decide to have an outdoor wedding in the heat of August?”

“Oh, hush. It’s a beautiful day.”

“Well, I’m uncomfortable.”

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