all the names are written exactly as they appear on youtube

|| meaningful silence ||

[request prompt: A Peter x reader one shot where the reader is mute and is always writing down what she wants to say to Peter? Then one day she signs something to him and it keeps happening over and over at random times when they hang out?? he realized later on that she keeps signing “I love you”???]

now it’s time for something sweet ♡

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @lovelybaka , @animexchocolate, @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry , @aenna-4 , @mcheung0314 , @samanthasmileys , @melconnor2007 , @wingsanddarkness , @tiny-friggin-human

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FINALLY! The next one-shot in the klance YouTuber AU! The next thing I post probably won’t be a part of this AU since I work on a ton of stuff and I still need to finish a lot of it, but I wanted to post this today as a thank you!

I’m not going to link the other one-shots, just know that from now on these one-shots will be tagged with ‘klance youtuber au’ on my tumblr. The series can be found on my AO3 here.

This one is how Lance and Keith first met!! Most of the one-shots in this AU are gonna be entirely fluff, unlike the last one, but who knows? I’ll probably find a way to incorporate more angst at some point. I hope you guys like it!

Keith hated crowds, and he knew he always would. The feeling of being in a space that wasn’t quite big enough for all the people in it made him extremely uncomfortable, especially since he always felt everyone was staring at him, for some reason. Talking to one person he didn’t know was bad enough, but being surrounded by them? A nightmare, as far as he was concerned.

Stupid VidCon. Stupid Shiro and his stupid, stupid YouTube channel. Why would anyone want to document their life on video for an audience, anyway? Sometimes Keith wondered how they were even friends.

And it didn’t help that he was completely, hopelessly, lost. The directions Shiro had given him made absolutely no sense! Apparently he was supposed to ‘look for where Allura’s selling makeup’, but Keith didn’t know who Allura was, much less where she sold her line of 'limited-addition lipsticks.’ The only thing he knew about Allura was that at some point she’d taught Shiro how to successfully do winged eye-liner, and now he wore it all the time.

Keith sighed, and looked back down at the notepad in his hand, with the list of Shiro’s instructions for where to go. They still didn’t help. And, to make matters worse, Keith forgot to look where he was going, and bumped straight into someone else.

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Say Goodbye

For a month Anti had been trying to take control of the famous Jacksepticeye, that ridiculous screaming YouTuber whose head he was trapped inside ever since the figment was born. He’d glitched videos, written messages, and had the entire fanbase wrapped around his little finger. With each new theory, each new comment he grew in power. And now it’s time. He’s finally strong enough, and he will put an end to Jack once and for all.

He thinks Jack is oblivious. After all, Jack has no memories of the times that Anti grabbed the reins, but of course, Jack has seen the videos. He’s seen the glitches and the fans chattering about it like crazy. He knows that something is amiss, but he doesn’t know what he’s going to do about it. Anti seems to crave attention from the fans, something that he already has plenty of, but what more does Anti want? And what sort of climax is all this building up to?

When Jack picks up the knife to finish his pumpkin, he suddenly realizes. He feels an insane compulsion to cut his own throat, and he can’t understand why until it all clicks in his head. With him out of the way, Anti will have center stage. Jack tries to stop himself. But Anti has control now.

He feels the blade biting into his skin, feels the blood creep down his neck, and at the last moment, he feels Anti draw back. His influence over Jack’s body wavers, and Jack releases the knife while he still has time.

He springs away from the table, his breathing erratic. “Wh-what do ya want?”

Anti, from inside Jack’s mind, growls in a layered fuzz of static, “I want out!”

Jack rushes to the bathroom to grab a towel and presses it against the wound to his neck; fortunately, Anti hadn’t managed to cut a major artery. “You could’a killed us both!”

“Maybe not! Maybe I would finally have a body to myself! And even if it did kill me, too, it would be better than having to live inside another person’s brain all the time!” Anti makes Jack kick the bathroom vanity. “’m tired of having no control!”

Jack rubs his sore toe and keeps pressing the towel to his neck. Can’t let Signe see this, or she’ll have a fit. “Can’t we work something out? Isn’t there another way other than murdering me?”

Anti pauses. “I hadn’t considered that.”

“Yeah, of course ya didn’t,” Jack mutters. “You were just going to make me cut my throat right in front of all my fans.” Jack gasps. “Oh, no! The video… what are we going to do now? I can’t use that footage! Everyone will freak out!”

Anti giggles. “That’s why we should use it!” He claps his hands together and glitches inside of Jack’s mind, “It would be so much fun!”

“Yer horrible,” Jack says with a laugh, but he shrugs. “Think of what a cool ending that would be, though. I mean, you’ve been appearing all month, so why not have this be the grand finale?”

“Exactly!” Anti glitches all over the place inside Jack’s head until he finally stops, “Wait, ‘finale?’ As in, the end? B-but…”

Jack feels Anti’s anxiety in his own stomach. He suddenly understands the figment’s desire to be seen and heard. If he doesn’t get the attention he needs, he’ll fade from existence, slowly and painfully. Jack wouldn’t wish that on anybody. “Hey, Anti. D-do you mind if I call you Anti?”

The glitch shrugs. “That’s what yer fans call me. It’s the only name I know.”

“Well, what if… what if we kind of work together, ya know, to keep ya alive? I’ll find a way to get ya yer own body, and you can be in a couple of videos every now and then. As long as ya promise not to kill anyone, alright?” Jack waits for Anti’s answer, pulling the towel away from his neck and inspecting the cut in the mirror. Maybe it won’t scar, he thinks.

Anti thinks over his host’s offer and nods. “Ok! As long as I get out of this awful place!”

“Hey!” Jack shouts. “It’s not so bad in my head.” Jack hears someone clear their throat behind him, and he turns to see Signe standing in the door of the bathroom.

“Who are you talking to in here?” When she sees the blood on his neck and all over the towel in his hands, she screams. “Sean! What have you done?” She starts to run to go call for an ambulance when Jack grabs her hand.

“No, no, no,” he says quickly. “I’m ok! Anti did this!”

Signe shakes her head. “No, he’s not real! Sean, I’m scared. Please, let go so I can call someone to help you!”

Anti grumbles from deep inside Jack’s brain, “I am real! I am!”

“Shut up,” Jack growls at the glitch, but Signe thinks he’s talking to her. She fights to get out of Jack’s grip on her wrist and runs for the door. “Signe, don’t! I promise, he’s real!”

Signe grabs her phone and purse, heading for the door. “Fine, Sean. Fine. If you want to bleed to death, so be it. I’m leaving. Goodbye.” She slams the door behind her, and Jack feels it like a stab of pain to his heart. Anti curls into the corner of Jack’s mind, feeling that awful sensation pins and needles in his host’s stomach.

“I’m sorry, Jack,” he mutters.

“Let’s just go finish the video.”

That Would be Enough // Damien Haas

For anonymous

Warnings: Swearing and Hamilton spoilers although I’m pretty sure it’s been long enough since it was released

Pairing: Damien Haas x Reader (female perspective)

Word Count: 1,332


“Um, hey. Is Ericka here?” You asked awkwardly to the first person you saw, which happened to be a purple-haired girl, as you awkwardly cleared your throat.

“Boze?” The girl inquired.

“Uh, yeah. I’m supposed to give her a gift.” You nodded and the girls eyes widened in realization.

“Oh my god, you’re Y/N? You look so much more pretty than how Boze described you.” You blushed and thanked her. “Let me take you to her.”

Boze noticed immediately when you and Mari walked into the room (you had learned her name on the walk there), and quickly jumped up to greet you.

“Y/N!” She pulled you into a hug, and you smiled and hugged the short girl.

“Hey, I got the tickets for you. Spend them wisely, it took a lot of work to get them, so I can’t get you anymore, ‘kay?” You held her shoulders and she saluted you, which made you laugh.

“Aye, captain!” You pulled the tickets out of your purse, all of them being sealed in an envelope.

“Anyways you’re probably busy so I’ll leave you be, if I don’t get to see you I hope you enjoy the show.” You went to leave but Boze held you back.

“Wait, you need to meet everyone!” She cheered, and proceeded to point to the other five people sitting at desks around the room. “In order there’s Flitz, Wes, Damien, and Joven. I’m guessing you’ve already met Mari.”

You nodded as you scanned the various people, all of them seeming like completely different people. Your eyes lingered on Damien for a second longer as you managed to ensure that you had met Mari. When you were finally able to leave, everyone cheered out their goodbyes and thanks for the tickets you had given them, although you made sure to assure them it was nothing, because they were Boze’s friends so they must be something special.

Sitting in your car you went over everything. As far as you knew, Boze had told you that Damien was single and you were cursing her in your mind for not telling you that he was attractive, because now you were going to be more nervous when you performed in front of him. If only Boze had set you up with him earlier, you cursed her out once again, before finally putting your vehicle into drive and continuing on your way.

When you were called to stage, you were nearly shaking. This was the first time people you knew were watching you perform, and in one of the lead roles nonetheless. It had been a major accomplishment when you’d managed to land the role of Eliza in Hamilton, and now here you were a few months after the LA opening of the show, being the most nervous than any other performance.

The curtains opened and the music started. Everything went exactly as it always did, and it only took seconds before you got into your role. You were Elizabeth Hamilton née Schuyler, wife to Alexander Hamilton, and you could do this. After the person playing Alex had started singing you prepared for your first lines in the show.

“When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt ridden. Two years later see Alex and his mother bedridden. Half dead, sitting in their own sick, the scent thick.” You sang with the strongest voice you could muster, as the rest of the cast joined you for the next line. “Alex got better but his mother went quick.”

You’d always loved acting, as you always loved to feel the raw emotions well written scripts could make you feel. The immense joy you felt everytime you got married to Alex, the longing you felt when you told him that you were going to have his son, your sorrow when he returned to war, and this was the less emotional act in the show.

When intermission came you were completely out of breath, but you were so in the moment you almost didn’t notice. You had a few snacks with the actress who played your sister, Angelica. The two of you had grown close as you performed more shows, and you knew you would miss her when either of you left the show. She approached something you didn’t think anyone had noticed.

“So… you seem a little more nervous this show… any particular reason?” She asked in a tone that told you she knew exactly why you were nervous.

“There may be a particularly cute boy watching…”

“I knew it!” She cheered, “you best get back out there and wow him so much he falls in live with you. Up and at 'em, Y/N, you’re getting a boyfriend if I have anything to say about it.”

The second act had past with double the amount of emotions as he first act. Hell, you were crying when you watched your stage son die, even if you had gone through it dozens of times. As you and the cast took the final bow, you spotted Boze, Damien, and the others in the crowd, and gave them a small wave as they cheered loudly when your name was announced.

“So, how was it?” You questioned when you met the crew in a nearby parking garage, you had washed all the makeup off of your face and had thrown on a loose sweater you had left in your dressing room, not caring about your appearance at the moment.

“Are you kidding me?! That was amazing, you’ve been holding out you slut!” Boze cheered and hugged you as you just chuckled.


“No problem, you whore. Anyways, I think we’re gonna go, so yeah.” Everyone had left except Damien.

“But wait… you’re my ride?” You said quietly, but they were already chatting loudly amongst themselves.

You had gotten a drive with your show sister and assured her you had a ride home, but now you were alone in a parking garage with no way to get home.

“You need a ride home?” Damien questioned.

“If you wouldn’t mind?” Your voice was hesitant and sheepish as you answered.

“It’s no problem, c'mon. I got a spot further away from those losers.” You giggled and followed him to his car, where he opened the door for you.


“No problem. Would you maybe want to get something to eat?” You blushed at his question, thankful it was dark.

“Uh, I mean I’m not really dressed to go out, but I’m up for some McDonald’s if you are?” You asked and he grinned at you.

“Sounds awesome.”

On the drive there, the two of you sang along to each song the came on the radio, every now and then he would throw in an accent which you would laugh at then tease him about. By the time you got there you were already having the night of your life. You went through drive through, and although you don’t remember what he ordered you got yourself chicken nuggets, fries, and a chocolate milkshake.

“So, what’s it like being on a Broadway show?” He started up a new conversation as you both munched on fries.

“It’s awesome, it’s been my dream since forever, and a show written by Lin himself, is just amazing.” You gushed out. “What about you? What’s it like being a YouTube star?”

“It’s pretty cool, it’s nothing like being on Broadway, I’m sure.” You shook your head.

“Thank you for this, by the way. This is one of the best nights I’ve ever had.” You admitted to him.

“Anything for the most amazing girl I know.” You blushed at that.

The conversation continued on as you finished your meal, and Damien merely watched you with fascination. He had never felt like this for someone before, and he came to the realization as he watched you throw your head back and laugh, and he knew his mind was made.

Damien Haas was completely and utterly in love with you.

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Only you (Jungkook x Reader)

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Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff with a little bit of angst

Word count: 1539

Warnings: none

Originally posted by nnochu

It happened the third time you were on your friend’s vlog. You two met earlier that day and had breakfast together, during which you decided to tell her that you recently started dating. Despite your efforts to prevent her from drawing attention, she still managed to draw the whole cafe’s attention to you two by squealing and jumping in her seat. After regaining her composure, she threw question after question your way about your boyfriend’s identity, personality and physical appearance. Questions to which you answered that you first met him through you job as a make-up artist for bighit entertainment, your main source of income in spite of your beauty YouTube channel. You also added that he was average looking (average my ass). Noticing your lack of interest in maintain this conversation, your friend kindly switched the topic even tho her eyes still sparkled from curiosity.
It all started when you were both parting ways and she started vlogging again, that, in a rush of excitement, she let slip that you were meeting up with your boyfriend. A little slip up that could have gone unnoticed if your own subscribers hadn’t noticed and gotten mad at you for keeping such a thing from them. Some requested a boyfriend tag, some were just curious about your relationship, other thought that you hadn’t told them beforehand because you wanted to surprise them. In other circumstances, you would have snapped and said that your personal life was no one else’s business, but you were often praised for being so close to your subscribers that they seemed to almost be part of your family, so you had to do something about it, and do it quickly. There was no way you were mentioning your actual boyfriend without causing a whole scandal, and you believed none of you were ready to deal with any kind or shape of drama at this stage of your relationship, for he was an Idol, really famous that is, and belonged to the very well known boy group BTS. And as much as you hated having to lie to your subscribers, you couldn’t tell hem about you relationship with Jungkook, so you did the first thing that came to your mind, and called one of your best friends, Changmo, for help.
Which ended up with you awkwardly sitting on your couch, filming a “boyfriend” tag, if you could even call it that, reciting a bunch of rehearsed sentences where you had to explain that you’ve only gone to a couple of dates and weren’t exactly exclusive; then you had to answer some questions your subscribers left for you on social media and end the video with him cutely kissing your cheek with faked shyness while you smiled so widely that your whole face hurt. You were planning on telling all the people that follow you afterwards that you two didn’t exactly match but decided to stay friends nevertheless. You plan seemed all too perfect, it probably was, if it wasn’t for a small detail; you forgot to tell your actual boyfriend about the whole thing.
The same night the video was out, you were peacefully washing your dishes while listening to some music when you heard the notification signaling that you had received a message twice or trice. You dried your hands and grabbed your phone, checking your messages. They were all from Kook, and a soft smile graced your lips thinking about what the messages might be about. You entered the app and were surprised by the content of the messages “oh I see how it is, never thought you’d be this type of people Y/N. You did it that way so that I would see it? You wanted me to know and break my heart right? Well congratulations, because you succeeded” “have a good life with that dude” “no you know what? I’m coming over rn, make sure to be at home, we need to talk, you aren’t getting rid of me anytime soon”. You were left confused by his messages to say the least. Just as you were about to answer, you heard someone banging at your door, and screaming your name. Already knowing who it was, you rushed to open the door and make Jungkook shut the hell up before any of your neighbors complained from the noise. “Yah, can you tone it down, you’re going to wake everyone up” you scolded, pulling him inside your apartment. He wore an expression that you’d never seen before, and honestly you weren’t exactly sure if you’d ever want to see it again. Betrayal, pain and rage was written all over his face, sure you haden’t dated for over 5 months but since the beginning, you two seemed like the perfect match, so your relationship evolved so much during such a short period of time. Which made you question what you might have done to anger him to this extent.
A look of disbelief crossed his features before he scoffed “is this honestly all you’re worried about”, you didn’t know what you should answer in this situation so you just asked instead “Guk-ah, what’s wrong with you, I’m not sure I understand what’s going on tbh”, “what’s going on? What’s going on is that you cheated on me! How could you? I know I’m not often here but I thought you understood, I thought you were happy, I thought you liked being with me! Why didn’t you talk to me instead of cheating on me? Cheating publicly that is! Have you, at least once, thought about how I would feel, watching you with that guy, getting all comfy next to each other’s, him kissing your cheek. Am I that easy to you? Y/N, why are you doing this to us? what am I to you?” He whispered the last part, tears welling up in his eyes and breath heavy. You looked up at him, flustered, unsure of what to say “um, you began, I’m not sure I know what yo- wait! Are you talking about the video I uploaded on my channel today?” You said, finally seeming to understand what he is talking about.
“What else do you think I was talking about? How can you be so chill about such a thing? Y/N for fuck’s sake! Can you give me a proper explanation, I’m reaching my limits”, he shouted, moving his hands frantically up and down, chest rising and falling. “Ok, ok, baby, can you please just sit down for two minutes, I’ll explain everything. This is all a huge misunderstanding” you slowly said, stepping closer to him, and lightly pushing him towards your couch. Your touch had the intended effect and managed to calm him for a little bit as his expression softened the slightest bit before he sat down, his gaze never leaving you. You sat next to him, and turned around to face him before you got into explaining the whole situation to him “baby, can you remember my friend Changmo, I talked to you about him many times before, remember that day we were eating in that italian restaurant when you joined but missed him by less than five minutes since he had to go……”, without even realising, you spent the following twenty minutes explaining everything to Jungkook, apologizing for making him undergo such a roller-coaster of emotions, negative at that. When you were done, he engulfed you into a tight embrace and delicately stroked the small of your back while your fingers played with his hair and your face was facing his chest. “I was so scared that you would leave me because I couldn’t love you the way you deserve. I know I’m not always here, but istg I love you so so so much” you heard him whisper next to your ear, head leaning against your shoulders, while he was placing small kisses on the soft spot between you neck and shoulders. You pushed yourself away slight to be able to cup his cheeks in your hands and look straight into his eyes, before stating softly but firmly “baby, you know I chose to be with you right, I made this decision, no one ever forced me or pressured me into doing anything I didn’t want to. I knew what I was getting into from the start, yet I chose you. The more I get to know you, the less I care about anything else other than you! And if I had to choose again, I would want you. It would be you. It was always you and it will always be. Because I love you and only you Jungkook”
Jungkook leaned forward and sealed your lips together into a kiss full of emotions, of passion and promises of many beautiful days together. The kiss ended up with you giggling, as you finally let go of his face. Kook took your hand in his larger one and you snuggled into him, his other hand circling your waist, both of your eyes’ closing, your bodies drainded of energy after the tough day, as you drifted off to sleep in the uncomfortably couch, small smiles and content expressions written all over your faces.

#100 - For kookygranger

Filling the prompt “maybe a fic where the reader is like a journalist at a festival and ends up writing about the band and catches van’s eye but is super shy and bad at flirting or something like that?”

Note: You may also want to check out this fic (link) by @you-andthebottlemen. It’s another journalist prompted one.

You had written twice about Catfish and the Bottlemen in the past. The first was unofficially. You had reviewed their premier album on your blog. When your favourite music magazine offered the chance to go to a gig and write up a piece, you sent them your article on The Balcony. It won you the competition, and you saw Catfish live in London, all expenses paid. That was the second piece, and it was officially published in the magazine. It caught the attention of the editor. Two years ago that happened, and you’d worked hard since to get to the position where you were paid to travel and listen to music. You met bands, reviewed albums, and wrote about live sets performed in dirty bars and under star lit skies. You were living the fucking dream.

When you got handed the assignment to interview Van and Bondy of Catfish before their set at the year’s biggest festival, you were stoked. You owed them a lot, literally your entire career, but more than that, you genuinely were in love with their music. You had questions. So. Many. Questions. It would be an easy task. When the shuttle bus dropped you and other journalists backstage, you had a profound sense of calm and purpose. It seemed poetic to be there for Catfish.

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Reader x Changkyun (I.M.)

Word Count: 1738

You trudged through the rain sullenly, your canvas shoes soaked all the way to your socks. While thankful that school was over for the day and the weekend was beginning, you couldn’t help the sour feeling that washed over your skin and left goosebumps in it’s wake. Your fingers curled around the handle of your umbrella tightly, teeth chattering as you sped home and took as many shortcuts as possible. The only thing to look forward to that evening was a warm, dry house and hours spent with your computer screen. Not so good for a college student, especially on a Friday night, but it wasn’t half bad in your opinion. You stumbled through your front door, kicking your wet shoes and socks off and swapping them for house slippers. A long whine for your family escaped your lips, feet tapping softly on the group as you scoured your home for some form of life. In the end, a messily written letter from your father about a business trip was found pinned on the fridge, as well as some cash left on the countertop. You sighed softly, pressing the pads of your fingers to your temple in distress. It had been a long time since you spent a weekend home with your father, but as long as it was work, you couldn’t argue.

The sound of typing bounced off the empty air around you, eyes scanning the details listed on the chat site you had somehow had found yourself making an account for at 9:28 at night. Nothing was doing it for you beforehand, whether it be youtube videos or news articles, and you figured trying out something a little out of the ordinary could be fun. Besides, you were an adult, you could handle yourself. Or at least that’s what you’re going with. Brows furrowed and pupils shaking in experimental excitement, you hastily typed in a screen name. Maybe just using your name for a user wasn’t exactly the most creative thing you could have come up with, but it was a good start. Your eyes scanned over the chat options, looking at the options for rooms to enter. There were several different types catering to varying interests but you settled with a simple one titled music. What could go wrong in a music chat room? (The answer is A LOT, but let’s just ignore that.) Your eyes lit up as you watched a string of messages appear before your eyes, with everything to music video links to threads about music theory. This is something you could get used to, you smirked. Hesitation sparked in your stomach, but you let your fingers run over the keyboard on their own, typing a message somewhere along the lines of, “is anyone interested in Monsta X?” You received a reply almost instantaneously from a user titled as Unknown. You blinked a couple times at the message in front of you. Who only replies with something as simple as yes? How boring. A playful sneer met your features, as well as a scoff slipping from your lips. For someone with such a mysterious user, you were unimpressed. After a few minutes of staring at your screen, unsure of what to do with yourself, a private chat notification appeared at the edge of the screen.

“Hey, nice to meet you.” You read aloud, quirking an eyebrow at the words. This unknown guy really doesn’t miss a beat. Curiosity got the best of you and before you knew it you were pressing send.

Hi stranger.

Another notification dinged.

Unknown: Well, aren’t you clever?

What a tool. Nevertheless, you couldn’t help admitting that it was a little fun as a smile pulled your lips into a crescent. Two could play at that game.

You: Have to say the same for you. The whole “Yes” thing earlier really got me hooked.

Unknown: I figured it would, no one can resist my charm. I’m Il Myung, by the way.

A small laugh bubbled up from your stomach as you recited the name. If he was going to make a fake name, he should have just done something… normal. What a weird kid.

You: I’m pretty sure that doesn’t count as a charm.. Unique name, btw. I’m y/n.

Unknown: Just call me oppa then.

You: Cheeky… How do you know I’m younger than you? I’m in college, you know.

Unknown: I don’t

You: Start calling me noona then, brat

Unknown: How old are you?

You: How old are you?

Unknown: Stubbornness isn’t cute

You: You’re not cute

Unknown: You don’t know that.

You were having quite a bit of fun with this stranger and you were growing founder of the gentle banter between the two of you by the minute. By the next morning, you now had the chatroom app downloaded onto your phone. The previous night you had stayed up quite late messaging your new friend about everything from the type of shoes you both liked to what scent of candle you preferred. Over the next few days, the messages grew more and more. From just a quick hello as you were on the train heading to run some errands and a couple questions about some homework, to full blown conversations spaced throughout the day.

You: Il Myung-ah, I’m going to school again. I don’t want to go~

You sighed a little as you typed this monday morning, quickly attaching a picture of yourself with a pout on your face with a couple decorative stickers placed strategically. Your father would be back home the next evening for dinner and although you hated to admit it, you were rather enjoying the alone time. You missed him like hell, but it felt like Il Myung had taken up a lot of the loneliness in recent days.

Unknown: Don’t go, hang out with me instead~

You: You wish, I’m not going to skip class for a loser like you

Unknown: I’ll buy your lunch, I have something important to say anyway.

You: Deal. But I’m a little nervous, what if you’re a stalker? Let’s meet somewhere busy. It will be my first time seeing your face, are you scared?

Unknown: Do you want to meet at a shopping center?

Heat licked up your skin, a sudden blood rush sending your adrenaline to new speeds. Your first time meeting Il Myung? And skipping class to meet him? This would arguably be the coolest thing you had done since high school, plus your father would never find out as long since he was out of town. It couldn’t hurt… You got off the train at the next stop and followed the directions google maps gave you to the shopping center Il Myung had recommended. After standing around outside in front of the bustling area for about fifteen minutes, a light tap on your shoulder made you jump. Your head tilted a bit in confusion, eyes running over the figure in front of you. Dressed in all black with a cap on and a mask covering the bottom half of his face.

“Il Myung?” You inquired, watching him nod back quickly.

“Why are you dressed like that?” You questioned, pointing at his get-up that stood out starkly against the bright colors you were wearing. What else were you expecting though, especially from someone you met online?

“This is what I had to tell you.” He replied, with a voice far deeper than you were expecting melting against your eardrum. Your eyes tried desperately to keep up as he removed his face mask gently, standing very close to you as so no one else could see.

“C-Changkyun? From Monsta X?” You practically shouted, causing him to press a hand over your mouth gently, shushing you as he dragged you off to a less populated area, hand-in-hand.

After you had calmed down a bit and you two had begun walking in the direction of your home, you could still feel your fingers trembling as you fisted the fabric of your jacket.

“Is this really happening? I’m so confused Are you sure you’re Il Myung?” You fretted, looking over at his face several times more as everything really began to register.

“Of course I’m sure, I can’t believe you haven’t caught on. Il Myung. Im Changkyun. I.M. You get it? He chuckled, hands in his pockets as his eyes scanned your facial expressions diligently.

“B-but… But.. You’re a celebrity, why the hell did you come out here to meet me? You’re a fool, Im Changkyun, a real fool.” You whined loudly, giving him a playful smack on the arm before turning onto the street where you lived. Given the situation, it wasn’t especially safe to be wandering around Seoul with a celebrity in hand, so almost immediately you had decided to give him shelter in your home for a couple hours. Getting mobbed wasn’t on your to-do list. Especially if you’re supposed to be in class. You felt pressure around your wrist as Changkyun pulled you toward him, your lips only inches apart.

“I’m a fool for you, then. I met you today so I could confess to you properly.” He muttered lowly, gasping you to gulp from the dryness in your throat.

“C-Confess?” Before you could continue, a pair of lips were on your own and your eyes were widening at the sensation. The warm sensation overwhelmed your whole body, cheeks reddening horribly. It seemed along the way of getting to know and develop a crush on Il Myung, you had also developed one on Im Changkyun. After the two of you parted, you fanned your face quickly, trying your best to look away from him which hardly helped. Your ears were definitely red too.

“So I’m taking that as a yes?” Changkyun smiled, slipping his hand into your own.

The day ended over tea in your living room, the two of you talking about all the time leading up to now, and he even revealed the photo of yourself you had sent that morning was now his phone background.

“You know at first, I really thought you were a tool.” You mused causing him to laugh a bit, eyes crinkling up at the edges.

“Why did you keep talking to me?” Changkyun asked sweetly, lifting an eyebrow in inquiry.

“I guess you could say I ventured into the unknown.”

June 23: Ships that pass in the night (Chapter Three)

Title: Ships that pass in the night (Chapter Three)
Tags: Alternate Timeline, AU, Slow burn, stranger to friends, friends to lovers
Words: 2637
Dan and Phil are YouTubers. The catch? They’ve never met, and Phil doesn’t want them to.

Prompt: I went to work an hour and a half early to write this. I was literally at my desk at 7am.

Also I appear to have given Phil my specific brand of anxiety in this fic, I’m not suggesting this is what it is like for everyone, nor making any speculations on the real life Phil, this is all just a piece of fiction written with inspiration taken from my own life. Just thought that was worth mentioning.

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behind the scenes of the behind the scenes

genre: Fluff. what else is new?

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: very very very light spoiler of TABINOF.

Summary:  “What are you doing?” 

“I’m writing a vampire fic where you turn me into a vampire and then you fuck me hard against a tree.” He deadpans, staring at Phil’s eyes directly. 

Or, behind the scenes of The Making of The Amazing Book is Not on Fire.

a/n: I literally wrote this initially because I asked Phil on twitter what did he do to get out of writer’s block and he answered he went out for a walk or watched inspiring films like Finding Nemo and then it turned into this mess. I have no self control.

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36 Reasons to Fall Asleep

Pairing: Jason/Percy

Warnings: Alcohol, drinking, difficulty/inability to fall asleep

Genre: Au, Fluff, very minor angst

Description: Percy is coping with the reality of falling out of love. To cheer him up Jason suggests they try out a test designed to make strangers fall in love. (roomates au with college!Jason and youtuber!percy) written for Jercy thursday

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Joe Sugg imagine || Girlfriend or Best friend? Part:  8 ||

- Joe Sugg : Girlfriend or Best friend?

- Joe Sugg : Girlfriend or Best friend Part: II.

- Joe Sugg : Girlfriend or Best friend Part: III.

- Joe Sugg : Girlfriend or Best friend Part: IV.

- Joe Sugg : Girlfriend or Best friend Part: V.

- Joe Sugg : Girlfriend or Best friend Part: VI.

- Joe Sugg : Girlfriend or Best friend Part: VII.

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Staring back, you weren’t sure what to say as you looked over Joe, your polite and courteous agreement had remained upheld for a few months but slowly you crossed paths less and less until you moved to London to take graphic design, you hadn’t seen or heard from Joe since you both graduated (from different schools) but ended up at the same graduation party said; ‘Hey’ and carried on…

“… Joe.” You finally managed a single word after everything finally settled in that he was really sitting in front of you right now. “You two know each other?” Liam the man who came to ask you if you’d meet the person you’d be helping design their graphic novel, looked between the two of you.

“We grew up in the same neighbourhood.” Joe said quickly sparing you both some awkwardness. “Oh, how neat is that.” Liam laughed a little and you flashed a half fake smile with a slight laugh.

“Despite you both knowing each other it would only be fair to formally introduce you both for the companies sake. “Joe Sugg – (Y/First&Last/N) and vice versa.” Liam made gestures pointing the two of you out like you didn’t have a clue.

“Nice seeing you again.” You said with the best fake smile you could pull from your ass. “Likewise.” Joe said smiling an uncomfortable smile.

“Well, we have some more inter-company stuff to discuss if maybe you wanted to show Joe where you make the magic happen.” Liam laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows, he always kind of hit on you – even though he was over double your age and married, you usually ignored him.

A weird feeling came over you seeing Joe slightly narrow his eyes in Liam’s direction but he couldn’t see Joe.

“Sure…” You said rubbing your arm going to leave the meeting room. “Thank you guys, so much.” Joe said as he stood up, looking at the three men who smiled at him. “We can’t wait to work with you Joe.” Liam said as Joe left the room following your lead, the silence that overcame the two of you as you walked down the hallway was thick enough it seemed other people in the building stopped talking or making noise as you both walked by.

“I didn’t know you we into graphic design.” Joe finally spoke as you walked around a corner. “Hmm? Oh yeah… Got really into it at school my last two years.” You didn’t know how you should act around him, you weren’t sure if the years gone by meant you shouldn’t be so touchy still – in fact you didn’t even know you still felt this touchy about him.

You went from thinking about somebody every day – almost all day to a few times a day a couple times a week to an occasional thought at random times to almost never.

So to have them just reappear back into your life and start feeling almost exactly the same way as you did years ago … You weren’t prepared for that and it was throwing you off.

“Oh wow…” Joe whispered in awe as you opened your office door, your office housed a lot of desks one with an iMac, keyboard and mouse, another was a tilted desk with pencils of every colour and led thickness the imagination could dream of.

“What’s that?” Joe was eyeing a smaller blank canvas which had a stylus magnetised to the side. “Oh, it’s a digital sketch pad… It connects with the iMac so I draw here…” You picked up the stylus and drew on it quickly but the canvas remained blank, you gestured to the iMac to where on a software application;


had appeared just like your typical handwriting. “Oh wow.” Joe said amazed before he looked sad. “What?” You asked seeing his expressions change from opposites quickly. “Nothing.” He shook his head and you sighed. “Come on – what?” You didn’t know why you were pressing for an answer.

“It’s just … I haven’t seen my name written like that in years – just takes me back, I guess – sorry.” He muttered, looking away.

“Oh.” You hadn’t realised. “That made things awkward, I’m sorry.” Joe whispered, putting his hands into the pockets of his black skinny jeans.

“So…” You tried changing the subject quickly. “When did you move up to London? Last I talked to Zoe you were thatching roofs?” You wondered curiously while trying not to come across as nosey. “Oh, uhm – two thousand and twelve, I moved up here to do YouTube.” He explained. “YouTube how?” You wondered, seeing a flash of hurt in his eyes that you hadn’t been watching him or something.

“Oh I just do videos and sometimes vlogs.” He waved it off. “Oh yeah? That’s interesting.” You nodded, this was the longest conversation the pair of you had held since the train station many moons ago.

“It’s a really fun job.” He smiled about it. “But it looks like you’re doing a pretty fun job, too.” He pointed out looking at some of the prints on the walls with your signatures on the corner.

“Oh yeah – it’s fun.” You nodded. “Stressful sometimes but mostly fun.” You added and he laughed a little looking back to you.

“(Y/N)…” He said your name softly it made your feel weird again. “Yes..?” You asked carefully, your heart started beating quicker.

“How’s it going in here guys?” Liam asked poking his head through the door, cutting off Joe before he got a chance to speak again.

“Fine – good – yeah.” You said dryly, you weren’t the fondest of Liam most of the time, but right now in the moment you really weren’t fond of him.

“Has she shown you how she uses her magic fingers Joe?” Liam laughed with a perverted smile and you rolled your eyes. “Uhm.” Joe said not sure of how to proceed with answering the question.

It may have been years, but you could still see the changes in Joe’s eyes and what they meant. “Yeah – we’re fine, you know this part has nothing to do with you right?” You spoke to Liam before Joe could and he laughed, putting his hands on your shoulders rubbing up and down your upper arms a little. “Ohh… But I know you love when I come – to visit you.” He tagged on the end after a brief pause.

“Not really – ever do I like when you come near me.” You had removed his hands from your body and stepped away.

Liam looked a little put out by you, but picked himself up quickly. “Anyway.” He clapped his hands together. “We’ve got this, you can go.” You made a gesture out the door for him to leave. “I’m just over seeing the process.” Liam was trying his hardest to stay within the four walls of your space.

“Okay, well – you can stay here and have fun with that, I’m going on lunch.” You grabbed your black cardigan pulling it on, before putting your handbag over your shoulder. “Show you out?” You asked looking at Joe who was just staring at Liam. “… Yeah, please.” Joe said nodded following you as you left the office.

Standing in the elevator who felt Joe’s eyes on you as you looked forward, you slowly turned your head to meet his stare. “What?” You asked.

“I don’t like him,” he said simply but with a dark undertone and you laughed, “nobody does.” You assured walking off the elevator as the doors opened to the ground level.

“And why is he touching you like that? Isn’t that like workplace harassment?” He was serious as you both walked outside, the air was warm as the Sun was at high-noon without a cloud in the sky. “Joe, it isn’t your concern.” You muttered.

“Well, yeah it is.” He said, still walking beside you. “No – no it’s not.” You stopped walking, to look at him face to face. “I didn’t need you getting up in my business when we were teenagers, I don’t need you to start trying now.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I’m looking out for you.” Joe pointed out. “Well, stop. I don’t need you too.” Your tone was to the point.

“(Y/N).” Joe said.

“No. Just – just stop.” You put your hands up frustrated, before he could say anything more. “I don’t need you okay? I can look after myself, I have for years… I don’t know what you might be thinking, that years have gone by and all should be forgiven and forgotten… But it’s not.” You watched him as he was watching you. “Things aren’t just going to fall back to where they were now that we’re finished school Joe.”

“I wasn’t saying that it should, I’m just trying to be your friend again.” Joe sighed and you shook your head. “Well, stop – we aren’t friends. We’re work associates.”

“You can’t deny that something didn’t bring us back together – that’s fate or something.” Joe countered you and you breathlessly laughed, “no … Joe it’s not fate, it’s because every other YouTuber in the UK has gotten a book deal with this company.” You gestured to the large building you had both walked out of. “That’s it.” You snapped a little.

“I’ll get the sketches faxed to me and I’ll work on them, you’ll either say yes or no and that’s it.” You nodded, walking away from him without looking back as you crossed the street, you hadn’t realised Joe’s eyes became glassed over and tears were trying not to fall…

HOW TO → Make a good, useful Gif Hunt

This guide has been written to help roleplay helpers and gif hunters to make gif hunts that people will find helpful, and will be able to use easily. It tried to cover as much as I could think of about gif hunts, from formats, to the 1MB rule and the whole read more/downloadable debate, though if you have any other question, I’d be glad to answer right there. If this has been any useful to you, please, take a minute or two to read this, and take the time to like or reblog.

What is a gif hunt? A gif hunt, as the name almost tells you, is a masterpost in which you find all the gifs one might need for roleplaying with one FC (or play-by). Roleplayers use them to find these gifs and add them to the collection of the ones they keep in a folder of theirs or simply, if they don’t keep a gif folder, to copy/paste gifs from in their dash and face to face conversations.

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Blind People Dont Forget Their Glasses

So, yeah. Since I am complete trash I just turned in Phanfiction for a grade in my college English Comp 101 class. I need help. Anyway, I fell in love with this prompt here 

Summary: Dan has good vision. Always has. But if being nearsighted helps him talk to the cute grad student next to him in his history class weeeeeeeeellllll…

Also, if you’re interested, I had to make a 30 second video for it. Go crazy.

Okay, you can do this Dan coached himself. You’re a reasonably attractive guy and you’ll regret not saying anything if you let this opportunity pass you by. Just lean over and talk to him. Just ask him out for coffee. Sitting next to him was Phil Lester. Dan didn’t know much about him other than the fact that he was the grad student working in his history class and that he really liked lions.

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End up here: Chapter 1

This is the first chapter to my Dan x Reader imagine (: 

I changed my mind, there’s no prologue, I thought it was too short, so I just combined it with the first chapter. And also, I wanted to post this now, just because ^.^ I’ll try to post a new chapter every week. Now, enjoy!

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CHAPTER 1: How did we end up talking in the first place?

 “Hello Internet,” Dan said, making his infamous hand gesture, while you waited just outside the camera’s view. “so, lately there have been rumours about me dating someone, and actually… some of them are true, so let me introduce you to my girlfriend (Y/full/N)!” At this, you moved into the picture, sitting down next to Dan, waving at the camera shyly.

“Hi,” you said softly, cracking a shy smile.

“So, I imagine you have some questions about us, so we have written them down and we’re gonna inform you guys.”

“This should take a while,” you muttered. Dan chuckled and nodded.

“Yep,” he said, with an adorable smile on his face. “so sit back and enjoy the ride.”

“I know I won’t,” you said, at which Dan glared at you. You looked back at him, no expression visible on your face. You managed to do this for exactly 1.2 seconds before the two of you burst into laughter. After a few minutes, the two of you had calmed down. “You need to cut this out,” you said eventually.

“We’ll see,” Dan answered with a smile. “but anyways, let’s start this.”

“So let’s start with the very first point,” you said. “how we met.”

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It was a rainy November day. You were sat in a Starbucks, your laptop in front of you, you favourite drink next to it, earphones in your ears, Muse playing loudly. You took a sip from your drink while looking at the laptop, trying to find your inspiration. You loved writing, but right now, you had absolutely no inspiration to write anything at all. The door opened, unnoticed by you, and two tall figures walked in. They ordered something and looked around in the crowded Starbucks. Everyone wanted to hide from the rain in here. Then, the brown haired man nudged the other in his side and pointed to one of the only tables where they could sit. It was occupied, but only one person was sat there; someone with (H/L), (H/C) hair, a (F/C) sweater, staring at a laptop. The black haired male nodded and they walked to the table. “Excuse me, could we sit here?” the taller man asked you. You did not completely hear what he said, but you heard a voice, so you paused your music and looked up. Your eyes widened for a second when you recognized the two: Dan Howell and Phil Lester were stood in front of your table, looking at you. “Excuse me?” You managed to ask. Dan repeated his question and you nodded and smiled, you wanted to talk, but you felt like no sounds would escape your mouth, only some weird squeals, and that would be too embarrassing to handle, even for you. “Thanks,” Dan smiled when he sat down, Phil next to him. With a sigh, you closed  your laptop, knowing that you would not be able to write anything. You were, quite honestly, trying to work on a fanfiction containing certain YouTubers - and quite coincidentally, they were seated in front of you - and if they would see, it would be awkward, to say the least. “What’s up?” Phil asked, while you removed the earphones from your ears. “I was trying to write, but I did not really know anything to write,” you answered softly. “What were you writing?” Phil continued, genuinely interested.

“Fanfic,” you answered. It felt as if your cheeks started burning with a bright red colour. Oh gosh, how awkward this conversation would probably turn out. “Do you write a lot?” Dan asked, probably spotting how awkward you felt with that subject. You nodded. “Yeah, I love it,” you answered with a smile. “I do it whenever I can. It’s a way to escape reality.“ “What do you mean with that?”

“This society is quite fucked up, people have to be afraid to walk outside. People fear for their lives because of their sexuality, the colour of their skin, gender or religion. I hate that. And I can escape this society by writing about worlds were that doesn’t exist, and that’s why I love writing. And because it’s great.”

You talked to the two YouTubers for a while, until the rain had stopped and you had to leave, you still had to buy a few things you needed. When you got up and prepared to leave, Dan stopped you. “(Y/N), wait,” he said, getting up himself (yes, he had asked you for your name, I forgot to tell) “I, and I’m sure Phil as well, would love to stay in touch with you, ehm, if it’s okay?” A grin appeared on your face.

“Sure,” you said. You tore a piece of paper out of the notebook you always carried with you, got out a pen and wrote down your number. “Here you go.” you said, while handing down the paper. “I really need to go now though. It was lovely meeting you, ehm well..bye!” You waved and hurried outside, determined to reach the shops in time. In your head you kept replaying what just happened. You actually met Danisnotonfire and Amazingphil! The rest of the day, you had a smile on your face that could not be erased.

Glastonbury: Arcade Fire interview 

It is fair to say that Arcade Fire didn’t have the best of times at their Glastonbury debut. Their sole previous appearance on the pasturelands of Worthy Farm in Somerset, where the Canadian group were promoting their second album, Neon Bible, was acclaimed by all who saw them. But in meteorological terms that year – 2007 – was one of the giant British rock festival’s more challenging outings.

Or, in the words of the frontman Win Butler later that same year, the Grammy- and Brit Award-winning band found Glastonbury not an iconic, hallowed high point on the global festival circuit but ‘a f***ing nightmare… a mudpit’.

Seven years and nine million album sales later, Butler is more forgiving. Slightly. ‘We had this amazing experience,’ Butler, the singer/guitarist, says. Offstage he’s a sincere, sober chap, but his demeanour – and his previous comments – suggests it wasn’t quite what they had expected. ‘Our friend was getting married in Ireland, so we flew in to the UK and took a cab. We said to the driver, “Glastonbury, please…” And he said, “Where’s that?” He was from Bangladesh, and he got us on site and we just drove through all the humanity,’ Butler says with feeling, the image of 177,000 bedraggled music fans clearly still etched on his retinas, ‘along a wooden trail, through everyone. And the driver said, “Woah, this is so much crazier than Bangladesh.” There were drunk people putting mud patterns on the windshield of the car,’ he says, ‘and we were beeping and there was no one from the festival [organisation] clearing a path. There was no way to get backstage at that point; you had to drive through the whole crowd. It was kinda, ah, amazing,’ Butler says again, still not entirely convincingly.

His guitar- and keyboard-playing brother, Will, is slightly more forgiving. ‘When Glastonbury is hellacious it’s still really fun,’ the junior Butler, 31, two and a half years younger and rather more smiley than his brother, says. ‘It’s legendary for being hellacious! I’ve always known Glastonbury as being thigh-deep in mud. But it is so rooted in contemporary culture and Sixties culture and pagan culture and medieval culture. It is deeply, deeply British.’

Actually, he adds, the father of the band’s guitarist/accordionist/keyboard player Richard Reed Parry was ‘a medievalist into passion plays and Morris dancing. So Richard’s experience of carnival is explicitly British. And it’s all the dressing up, putting on a mask, becoming someone else and the social order turning upside down…’

You might say that is a pretty accurate summation of the spirit, or ethos, of the Glastonbury Festival of Contemporary Performing Arts. It is also a fair description of where Arcade Fire see themselves in 2014. Touring the world in support of their wildly acclaimed fourth album, Reflektor, the six-piece from Montreal are taking to the world’s stage with gimmicks including wearing papier mâché heads, performing from within the midst of their audiences, requesting that fans attend shows in fancy-dress, and augmenting their line-up with brass, string, Haitian percussionists and visual effects by the party-load. It is, they say, about shaking up the precepts – the limitations – of what a rock concert can, or should, be. ‘We did look into doing this tour playing from the floor and raising the audience up a little – we actually did the math,’ Win says. ‘But it was cost-prohibitive.’

Who better, then, to headline Glastonbury’s main Pyramid Stage on the opening night this year?

It is the first Friday of May, exactly eight weeks before Arcade Fire’s appearance at Glastonbury. The band are in Atlanta, Georgia. Tonight they play Aaron’s Lakewood Amphitheatre, a 19,000-capacity venue just outside the city that is half-covered, half-open. This hot afternoon several band members are idling in the backstage area, groggy after the overnight bus ride from the previous evening’s concert in Nashville.

Régine Chassagne, co-singer and the wife of Win Butler, admits that today she is feeling ‘fuggy’ and ‘fuzzy’ in the head. Chassagne is also distracted by the seemingly random noises drifting from the stage. She is, like all of her bandmates, a multi-instrumentalist. But her musical ear seems keener than most – all she can hear are glitches within the soundcheck that is just starting up.

Win is an imposing figure at 6ft 5in, even when he is under the weather: he is snuffling, sniffing and coughing with a tour cold. A fitful night’s sleep in an extra-long bunk on the tour bus hasn’t helped. ‘I never quite get used to the bus,’ he says heavily, cradling an Eye Opener juice from Wholefoods. ‘But it’s better than going to the airport every day.’

Last night’s concert sounds like it was quite a show, the band’s impassioned fans fully embracing the fancy-dress request. ‘There was a guy dressed like Jesus who stood up on someone’s shoulders with his arms out for the encore,’ Will says, laughing. ‘A little distracting!’

Chassagne explains Arcade’s Fire enthusiasm for audience participation. She is of Haitian descent, and is keen to evoke the free-flowing carnival spirit of her homeland. Thus the band’s gigs are ‘not a recital,’ she says emphatically in her Québécois accent. ‘It’s a communal experience, and we’re making that happen together. The audience inspire us to be even more into it. The more they’re into it, then we’re even more into it. And it goes up and up and up and up!’ she says giddily.

Arcade Fire formed in Montreal a dozen years ago. Transplanted from the oil-company suburbs of Houston, Texas, where he grew up, Butler was the son of a geologist. He had come to Montreal to study scriptural interpretation, and there he met Chassagne. She was a jazz singer and player in baroque and medieval ensembles. Around the couple coalesced Win’s brother Will, plus Canadians Parry, Jeremy Gara (drums, guitar) and Tim Kingsbury (bass, guitar). Arcade Fire self-funded and self-released their debut EP and album – financial independence, they reasoned, begat creative independence. Funeral, their first album, was released in September 2004 in Canada, with a British release five months later. They were an instant critical success, with Britain falling particularly enthusiastically for their anthemic and widescreen yet literate rock music. Little wonder that U2 were early adopters, using Arcade Fire’s rousing Wake Up as the intro music on their 2005/6 Vertigo tour, and later inviting the band to support them.

Little wonder, also, that the band they are most often compared to is Radiohead. Win Butler describes hearing the band’s 1995 album The Bends as something like an epiphany. As a 15-year-old at an exclusive boarding school in New Hampshire – his father’s alma mater – it was British guitar music (Radiohead, Joy Division, the Smiths, the Cure) and writers (George Orwell and John Kennedy Toole) that spoke most to him. (Their album Neon Bible was named after Toole’s first book, written when he was 16, but published posthumously, after A Confederacy of Dunces had made him famous.)

A decade since the release of Funeral, Arcade Fire are one of the biggest rock bands in the world, feted by fans, critics and stars. David Bowie is a guest vocalist on Reflektor, and has joined them on stage; Bruce Springsteen has covered their song Keep the Car Running; David Byrne and Lou Reed were enthusiastic attendees at the band’s shows.

Filmmakers, too, have been drawn to Arcade Fire, partly through Win Butler’s evocative lyrics. Terry Gilliam, another of Win’s heroes, filmed them for a YouTube film at New York’s Madison Square Garden. Terrence Malick shot them for an as-yet-unreleased film set in the Austin, Texas, music scene. And Spike Jonze directed a film, Scenes from the Suburbs, scripted by the Butler brothers and a companion piece to their album The Suburbs. Arcade Fire returned the compliment – they wrote the Oscar-nominated score for Jonze’s recent film Her. Asked about his own film-making aspirations, Win says almost in passing, ‘I’m sure I’ll do something in film at some point.’

They have been touring Reflektor since its release last autumn. It is a double-album that, aside from Bowie’s guest spot, features Rodin’s sculpture of Orpheus and Eurydice on the cover; references Greek myths; and pays homage to the rhythms and carnival culture of Haiti. Their current single is equally ambitious and freighted with meaning.

On one level We Exist is a funky, singalong pop song with a Billie Jean bassline. Dig a little deeper – and quiz Win on his lyrics – and its narrative emerges: it is the story of a gay teenager in Jamaica fighting for acceptance. The video features the actor Andrew Garfield playing a transgender character. The clip climaxes with Garfield, in woman’s dress and wig, stumbling on to the stage of April’s Coachella Festival in California, rocking out while Arcade Fire perform their headline set.

Arcade Fire are a band of equals, but some are more equal than others. Win Butler leads from the front, his vision and faith as robust as it always was, even when he was a teenager in the sprawling, well-to-do suburbs of Houston. It was a faith that lasted throughout his schooling. Didn’t his father – a scientist, and presumably rather empirically minded – ever question his son’s professional direction? Something along the lines of, ‘I paid for this education – you’d better use it’?

‘No, he really never pulled that one,’ Win says. ‘I mean, I’m sure he had some doubts at times. But I was pretty self-assured about the whole thing. I never had a lot of existential doubt about whether I could be a musician.’

The alternative career that he briefly considered was filmmaking. ‘But I got a whiff pretty early on of how corporate that was, of how much money you need. If you have an idea, the steps to actually execute it involve so much loss of control and so much outside money. So very early I remember having a feeling for that and thought, no, I’d rather be by myself with a guitar and have creative freedom.’

It sounds as if he had an unshakeable confidence that the music would come good. ‘I just don’t even think about it that way,’ he says, frowning slightly. ‘If you’re a musician, if you’re supposed to do it, you do it. Maybe it’s different for those who see themselves more as performers.’

To illustrate his point, he mentions an interview with Britney Spears that he saw ‘a few years ago. She was in a singing competition when she was a little kid. And the first time she heard that applause was the first time she knew she wanted to be an artist.’ Win shrugs. ‘To me those are the two schools. Either you’re in it for the applause, or you’re in it because it’s what you were supposed to do. More of a vocation.’

The Butlers were raised in a Mormon household, and religious imagery and language swirl about many Arcade Fire songs. But as with the lyrics of Nick Cave, it is there to lend wings, depth and mystery to the art rather than to speak of innate godliness. In any case, Arcade Fire are not wholly cast in Win’s image. He is an uncompromising character but the band will challenge him. He seems to relish the creative flux that goes along with building a band of six opinionated, creative and very active musicians. (Earlier this month, Parry released an album of classical compositions on Deutsche Grammophon.)

‘Yeah,’ he says. ‘I don’t want to be a f***ing solo artist. There’s a certain amount of give and take involved in being a band. But the positives far outweigh the negatives. It’s not even worth talking about. Almost every band that I think is great has multiple songwriters behind it. It’s people doing their best at whatever they do, in that moment.’

Chassagne had met plenty of players on Montreal’s vibrant music scene, and was no fan of rock’n’roll, and even less enthused by rock’n’rollers. But in Win she recognised someone who was serious about music. ‘That is how we connected,’ she says. ‘I didn’t believe it at first. He said, “Oh, I play a little guitar, a little piano…” I thought, “Yeah, like everybody does.” But then he played me a few songs. I am so deeply, deeply into music and I had met someone else who was.’ She gasps, lost for words. ‘So it was kind of special.’

The romance didn’t get in the way of their work because they are both so committed to songwriting. ‘Just writing songs and writing songs and writing songs… It goes together. If there’s a nice day where nobody bothers us and the phone doesn’t ring too much, we write a song. Every time,’ she beams.

So that’s date-night for the Butler-Chassagnes?

‘Writing songs. Seriously! We just write songs. It’s so great. I love it.’

Later, at the soundcheck, Arcade Fire work through versions of Radio Free Europe by REM and Hey Ya! by OutKast, Georgian artists both (the band do a site-specific cover of a song by a local band at every show). Both Chassagne and Butler move purposefully about the stage, conferring with and guiding the musicians – a dozen in all.

The show itself is a sensation. Some of the band arrive on stage from among the audience, their big papier mâché heads bobbing above the cheering crowd. All of the band are elaborately costumed. During Flashbulb Eyes, as Chassagne bashes merrily at steel drums, Will Butler plays keyboards while wearing a square LED box on his head.

For My Body Is A Cage – only the fourth song – streamers fly from the stage; every song, it seems, is treated like an encore. During We Exist, a back-projected video shows four hairy builders doing slinky formation dancing. In another song, Chassagne suddenly appears, singing, on a tiny stage within the throng of the crowd. For the first actual encore, 10 ‘bobbleheads’ – fans wearing papier mâché likenesses of Bono, the Pope and other, more indeterminate public figures – cavort across the stage.

All things considered, Glastonbury 2014 couldn’t have picked a better opening night headliner. And for his part, Win Butler was genuinely excited about the prospect of a return engagement, especially when I told him of last year’s glorious weather conditions. On top of that, his and Chassagne’s one-year-old son will be with them, which only adds to the good spirits. During our interview, Butler brightens up immediately when the smiley blond infant toddles over. Purist to the last, the couple ask me to not divulge his name. But their child is fully embedded within the Arcade Fire party; he has his own Reflektor onesie, stitched by a woman in Butler’s parents’ church. He even has his own tour bus – an inflatable playpen in the shape of a VW camper van.

‘He’s coming everywhere. On tour it’s great, cos there’s a lot of downtime. We watch a lot less TV now,’ Win says wryly. ‘That was my dad’s only real advice: you just learn to be more efficient with your time. You choose your hobbies more wisely. Which is a good thing. A 34-year-old guy should haven’t that much free time. Songwriting, bit of basketball maybe, and I’m good.’

anonymous asked:

levi and eren are in a band CUE STAGE KISSES HELl yEA

((oH MY GOD YES HERE HAVE THIS DRABBLE it’s not edited and probably lazy but STAGE KISSES))

Levi and Eren are in a pretty popular band together. Eren’s the lead vocalist, and Levi is the lead guitarist, Jean also plays guitar, Armin plays bass and Mikasa plays drums. They’ve all known each other since they were kids and their chemistry is great, they interact well on stage and it’s easy to tell that they’re all really close.

The lead vocalist and the lead guitarist in most bands tend to get the most attention, and this is no exception. Levi is amazingly skilled, and Eren’s voice is beautiful, unique, and compliments their music perfectly.

(It certainly doesn’t hurt that they’re both attractive.)

Now, they don’t know the exact moment when the rumors started, or why. It seems like it all happens overnight and they simply wake up one day to paparazzi barraging them with questions about the details of their “relationship.”

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Derek calling Stiles “defenseless” just makes me imagine Derek constantly being told growing up that humans need a little more care than wolves and then this happened…

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The first time his mom says it, it’s because he’s rough housing with one of his human cousins, and the play fighting gets just a touch too rough while the adults aren’t looking.

(“I don’t understand. It’s just a little scratch. Why hasn’t it healed yet?”

“You have to be careful with humans, Derek. They don’t heal as fast as we do. He might even have a scar.”

“What’s a scar?”)

Once Talia has satisfied all of his curiosity, Derek can’t help but worry about how completely fragile they all are. They could break at any second. They’re like glass or china or the lamp in the living room that he almost knocks over at least once a day.

His first year of schooling, Derek’s too scared of breaking one of them to even try to make friends. Talia eventually convinces him he just needs to be gentle. He still won’t play tag though. It feels too much like he’s a predator hunting prey and that scares him.

Fast forward to after. Derek has no desire to give specifics about after what exactly. He’ll just say ‘after everything’ and leave it at that.

He and Stiles are together now. Together-together. Derek doesn’t really know how that happened. He just knows it started as nothing and then built and built until it was something. Crescendo.

He loves Stiles. A lot. A terrifying amount in fact. And he never forgets that Stiles is human. He’s breakable. His entire body could turn on him in a snap.

Stiles has completely banned any shows about death or disease from their home, because it does things to Derek. It makes him buy stuff that they do not need in the name of protecting Stiles from silent killers like banisters or preservatives. After finding the cleaning cabinet — he-shits-you-not — baby-proofed, Stiles had put his foot down. Because, “I don’t care what happened on One Thousand Ways to Die Derek! I am not going to accidentally drink bleach no matter how tired or wasted I may be!”

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[Random] Uncovered FFXV

I really should be working on something else but I can’t help myself >< 

The Uncovered FFXV event was happening so close to home >< but I had school all day so I can’t even try to sneak in…Found on youtube the niconico show (I have a feeling it will be deleted soon, but whatever, I have it on timeshift too xD)

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Sunday Morning Musings

It’s Sunday and as I sit here leisurely enjoying my coffee, once again I’m musing over this week in the Arrow fandom.

This has been such an amazing, but weird week. So of course my Sunday morning call to my beloved Nana was filled with pearls of wisdom and her very own special brand of snark. You see, Nana is a big Stephen Amell fan, and Stephen was recently on Jimmy Kimmel Live. So of course Nana waited up until midnight just to see him. Poor thing. Unfortunately, she fell asleep on the phone with me and completely missed his interview, but we sent her the YouTube clip to watch it. She’s happy now. 

The entire day, Nana would call me with questions about Stephen’s appearance, one of them, “Is "Lori” gonna be on there?“ "No, Nana, "Lori” is not going to be on there, and for the love of god, that is not that woman’s name.“ She’s not a fan.

Anyway, during our call this morning, I was filling her in on my youngest son’s latest antics. Babybrat (we call him that) recently visited a friend’s home for a weekly gamer challenge they have going on. During his time there, he realized the teen didn’t have much food in his house and was a bit saddened by things he saw during his visit. Things that he seemed to have in abundance, but took for granted. Yesterday, I’m downstairs in my office and I see him carrying box after box out to the car. Me: “Hey, you moving out, kiddo?”

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