and he didn't like the song

In this bewitched night
I will sing for you my Serenade

how bangtan members relieve stress
  • Namjoon: goes to the roof of their building, puts in earbuds, and acts out music videos to songs he listens to
  • Yoongi: sleeps or produces
  • Jimin: he has no idea how to relieve stress since he can’t stress-eat so it all just kind of builds (but then says he’ll start relieving his stress by hitting Hobi)
  • Jungkook: he doesn’t know when he’s stressed or not??? (to which Jimin says this is why Jungkook is everyone’s enemy damn son)
  • Tae: used to meet up with his old friends and talk to them about their lives and his problems but is too busy so he just calls now
  • Hobi: also sleeps but looks at their collections of toys (probs his bearbricks) and that calms him somehow because they’re organized nicely???
  • Jin: doesn’t get stressed, or if he does he gets over it after five minutes (Hobi is jealous of this) (x)

Dudes you can ship what you want but you can’t deny that JD and Veronica’s relationship was in no way healthy, Our Love Is God is not a romantic song like at all and I am personally gonna blow up the school of the next person who says they need a boy like JD so maybe they’ll finally understand that he ain’t a good boyfriend!!!!!!!

Sibylline Song

(Alright, here it is. The unedited, unfinished mer!Stiles fic. Warnings include: assholes, angst, violence, people being specist, and references to canon deaths.)


Their journey begins with the usual amount of pomp and ceremony expected for a trade ship.

It’s the Triskelion’s forty second voyage from the colder, northern channels of Bæyan to the warm waters of Coca-Machu, and the crew means to make it a good one. Nothing too dangerous—they’re going to actually try trading this time—and everything will go smoothly. Even the weather has been fair to them since they left Port Duke with the morning tide. Many of the crew had waved goodbye to the few friends they’d made over the years, and perhaps a few enemies too. Others were more than glad to leave the port as quickly as they did.

“Are you still moping?”

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When bitty and jack come out to Shitty he takes it super well and proceeds to throw a party in their honor (even if the other guests don’t know it). 

Anyways, everyone is properly scwasted and Shitty gets Bitty alone and stage whispers “Jack and I have something that you will never be able to replace”

Bitty just nods and says “I’m not replacing anything. I love what you and Jack have”. And Shitty just shakes his head and slurs out 12 “no”s one after the other. 

“nah not that. I’m super secure in that. But there’s one thing that he’s done with me that he will never do with you” 

Okay so this peaks Bitty’s interest. He motions for Shitty to continue his thought. 

“Jack Zimmerman, totally wrecked and  belting Celine Dion on a karaoke machine”

“No fucking way”

“It’s the TRUTH. He wasn’t even looking at the words! He knew them all”

“If you say that to a field it’ll be fertilized”

After five minutes of Bitty screaming Bullshit and Shitty saying “nah man” Jack finally returns to them from wherever he was as confirms that, yes, he did sing Celine Dion’s “it’s all coming back to me now” in his first year. and that, no, he don’t think he’d do it again. 

Shitty and Bitty both exchanged a look, and then decided to spend the rest of the night to get Jack to sing at all. No such luck. But it doesn’t stop there. They keep trying whenever they are able to all meet up. It’s always like “hey Jack do you wanna sing along to some tunes in the car?” or “hey this bar has good drinks and…wow there’s a karaoke machine that sounds fun doesn’t it???” 

So when the newest video on Falconer’s TV is a karaoke competition between Jack and Tater, and Jack (the competitive lil shit) is going all at it is uploaded. Shitty and Bitty both text him like crazy. 

“Jack Laurent Zimmermann what the hell were you thinking”

Ask Me! Send me a couple #’s on anon
  1. Experiences in your life you wish happened more often.
  2. Favorite moment or memory from grade school
  3. Characters you would most like to play if you were in theater.
  4. Animal species that best represents your personality with explanation.
  5. Prizes you would most likely win on a game show besides money.
  6. Songs you would sing at karaoke if no one would judge you.
  7. Super powers you would most like to have if you were a superhero.
  8. Items you would decorate a genie bottle with if you had to live in one.
  9. Moments in history you wish you could experience first-hand.
  10. The clumsiest thing you have ever done.
  11. Hobbies you wish you could do, or had more time to do.
  12. Three things you would insist on having if you lived in an igloo.
  13. Items you would buy if you had three days to spend $1,000,000.
  14. Songs that drive you nuts when you hear them and why
  15. People you would watch if you could legally spy on them for a day.
  16. Reality shows you most wish you could be a contestant on.
  17. Three items you consider the best inventions ever.
  18. Moments in movies that have inspired you.
  19. Your idea of a perfect day/night spent alone.
  20.  Television shows that most resemble times in your life.
  21. People you would trade places with for one day, but not more.
  22. Things you would like to do if you were in your favorite foreign country.
  23. Game shows you think you could be a successful contestant on.
  24. Ways you would improve your home if you had an unlimited budget.
  25. Experiences with art or music that have inspired you the most.
  26. Places you would show to an alien if a flying saucer landed in your yard.
  27. Fashion risks you have wanted to take but have not.
  28. Movie characters that most inspire you.
  29. Funniest thing you have ever seen.
  30. Businesses you would like to own if you were an entrepreneur and why.
  31. Five top pet peeves.
  32. Funny or fun things your parents did while you were little.
  33. Food items you would eat most often if you didn’t have to worry about health.
  34. Three things you would do differently than your parents, and why.
  35. Three pieces of advice you’d give to your seventh grade self.

slowly accepting the mortality of everything
over my morning cup of tea.

there is a boy until there isn’t.
and there isn’t,
not anymore.

last night i had a dream
that felt so much like you.
this is to say, i was afraid.
this is to say, it hurt.
this city has your name plastered
all over its walls
and that will take some time
getting used to.

in these dreams, you finally unravel before me.
you tell me:
“the thing i loved most about Boy Scouts
were the knots. how we learned to create
and unmake.
how i could keep everything in its place.
how i could hold anything together.”
i finally tell you:
“our sun signs aren’t the most compatible.”
neither of us ever care about this.
you go on and say “once, i got a badge
after saving a baby bird. i fixed its wing”
and i say,
“i have never wanted to be saved to begin with.”

in this one, you tell me everything.
you look me in the eye and say:
“hurt people hurt people
and darling,
sometimes it hurts too much.” you say,
sometimes i look at you
and wonder if i ever really wanted this,” or
“baby, you make me so weary. there is no space left
in you that looks familiar anymore,” or
“honey, you’re something
i don’t know if i can handle.
something i am afraid to leave.”
and though i have already said these things to myself, in this dream
i do not know how to keep quiet. there is a truth
inside my mouth screaming

in this universe,
you speak
of boy scouts. say the bird flew too close to a fire,
said its wings were always broken, said you always wanted to fix
sad things
so you took some string,
crossed my heart,
and i hoped to die.

in this dream, you tell me
“sometimes i touch you and get burned
and i am already all out of rope.
there is no more saving left in me.
there is no more water left in these bones.”

and you finally believe me when i tell you:
“that’s okay.
i wasn’t thirsty anyway.”


Since I’m currently reading Homestuck, I just discovered the one who made musics for this story was Toby Fox !


If you are interested to listen what it sounds like, here’s the first song he mades for it. (also my favorite)

as much as I hate how straight that mv was,i’m much more concerned about the kiss scenes especially Solar’s,like that’s some awful disturbing shit we got here ?????? he fucking forced himself on her ?????


Nathan is just Merlin waiting for Arthur and no one can convince me otherwise

Also i dedicate it to my wonderful babe romie, with whom i shared some great tlatd/merthur discussions ♥