and i would sing this song forever

2

I want to live forever in a land where summer lasts a thousand years. I want a castle in the clouds where I can look down over the world. I want to be six-and-twenty again. When I was six-and-twenty I could fight all day and fuck all night. What men want does not matter. Winter is almost upon us, boy. And winter is death. I would sooner my men die fighting for the Ned’s little girl than alone and hungry in the snow, weeping tears that freeze upon their cheeks. No one sings songs of men who die like that. As for me, I am old. This will be my last winter. Let me bathe in Bolton blood before I die. I want to feel it spatter across my face when my axe bites deep into a Bolton skull. I want to lick it off my lips and die with the taste of it on my tongue.

Yuris on Love (II)
  • Yurio: *sing-song voice* Victor and Yuri skating on a rink. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage. Then, comes the baby in the baby car-
  • Yuri: Don't even try to finish that sen-
  • Victor: Why not? I think a baby would be a great idea someday.
  • Yuri AND Yurio: YOU DO?!
  • Victor: *cool and casual* Sure, although someone I know might get a little jealous with the shift in attention.
  • Yurio: Why would I get jealous? *Victuri grin at their victory, as he realizes his mistake* No wait, I meant... *groan* Oh, crap...

Enchanted!Voltron ft. Bratty Sorcerer Lance and Prince Keith. Yes, Keith does break out into spontaneous song.

Ritual

Author’s Note: I decided to feature my dog, Castiel in a Jensen fic. I really like this one and hope you all do, too! As always, requests are open at the moment and if you would like to be a forever tag, Jensen tag or Dean tag, send me an ask! 

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,780

Warnings: Shy!Jensen (Is that a thing?)

Song Inspirations: “Like Mariah” by Fifth Harmony and “Ritual” by Marshmello 

Tagging some people I feel would like this: @chaos-and-the-calm67 @deathtonormalcy56 @notnaturalanahi

Originally posted by spn-spam

You didn’t know how you had gotten to this point, standing on stage in front of hundreds of people, but there was no turning back now. Matt Cohen handed you a microphone and you smiled nervously…how had your friends convinced you to sing at Supernatural Karaoke? You’ll never know, but you were forced to grow a pair and start singing. You picked a Fifth Harmony song hoping the the crowd would just start dancing instead of judging your singing. VanCon was your dream come true; you had been saving up for almost a year so you would be able to go and meet your heroes. It was already a dream come true that you were dancing on stage with Matt.

“Here goes nothing,” You chuckled nervously as the familiar tune filled your ears. You started swaying your hips to the beat of the music, then you brought the mic up to your lips and took a deep breath. “Love it when you call me baby, when you lighting up my phone. Makes me want you like I’m crazy, I’m running home, I’m running home.”

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Shoutan's Highlights of 2016!

I would have posted this earlier but I only thought about this on New Year’s Eve!  Everything is what I remember from the top of my head! So I may have missed a few things 💦

*Please do NOT repost!* Took me forever to do this 


1. Utapri 5th Stage 01/16 - 01/17

Ready~ Set~ Go~ With you 🎲

2. Anime Kouhaku Utagassen 01/31

First time performing Full ver of Zessei STARGATE Live + Mizuki Nana’s Synchrogazer

3. 5th Single Zessei STARGATE Release 02/03

First Anime Op Song, PSO2 The Animation
Topped Oricon Daily 4th, Weekly 7th

4. Rejet Fes Only One 02/13 - 02/14

Otsukare to my past self for searching and posting 99% of the photos. Why do I put myself through so much hard work?

5. Zessei STARGATE Release Events and THIS^ Feb

6. Aoi Shouta LIVE 2016 WONDER lab. ~bokutachi no sign~ 03/13

Sold out 3rd one man live and performed in his dream venue!

Negaiboshi

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You played your guitar; I watched your arm flex its muscles to every movement your fingertips made. It was sultry music my ears recorded into my memory along with how I remember you looking at me for split seconds in the moments when the song meant to me the most, the parts when I would secretly wish you’d take a glance my way.

Every time you did I’m reminded that forever truly is contained in a blink, forever is a feeling of being with you, forever exists in your hands that sends me to sing how much I want to write you down into a love song. Your eyes make the beat of my heart sound safe because I know for once, I chose the right way home.

I stared at you and cried out to the heavens with my lips shut that maybe, this time, they won’t take away the happiness I’ve got in my hands now. Please let me keep you right here when I feel like I’m at my happiest, where I feel like forever had a chance of being real at all.
—  dear you, #8 // s.c

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ :

“keith i made this heart for you out of Floam, please keep it forever”
“uh.. thanks lance-”

“hey keith im gonna sing you a song”
“please don’t”
SO WE’LL PISS OFF THE NEIGHBORS-”

“lance i care about you deeply, so have some pine cones on a stick”

lance and keith singing loathing from wicked
or for good
whatever works for you

pidge: lance are you gay
lance: no im not gay
pidge: but you were having relations with keith
lance: you got me there

lance: slides into keith
lance: good evening

“had it not been for the laws of this land, i would’ve slaughtered you”
“love you too, keith”

a thanks-giving song...in celebration of richonne.

à la spongebob’s “campfire song”

*******************************************************************************************

*let’s gather richonne fandom … and sing the thanks-giving song*

*the r-i-c-h*… *o-n-n-e* …*s-o-n-g song*

*haters thinkin’ we can’t sing this song forever, well, they’re wrong…*

*but, it would help …if they just … sing a-long…*

*(bom, bom, bom…..)*

*r-i-c-h* *o-n-n-e* *s-o-n-g* song…

*r-i-c-h* *o-n-n-e* *s-o-n-g* song…

*haters thinkin’ we can’t sing this song forever, well, they’re wrong…*

*but, it would help …if they just … sing a-long…*

*r-i-c-h* *o-n-n-e* *s-o-n-g* song…

(RICHONNE FANDOM!!!)

*SONG!!!*…(sings in jubilant, loud unison)…. *R-I-C-H-O-N-N-E…*

HATERS!!! {salty silence}.

*it’ll helppp….*

*it’ll helppppp….*

*if. they. just. sing. a-lonnnnggg……………oh YEAH!!!!!* 

this is dedicated to our beautiful canon couple, richonne. 

“thanks” for “giving” us richonne, @thewalkingdead.

gifs credit:  @chatnoirs-baton

Hogwarts Houses - Poetry

Slytherin: “My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.” - “I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there’s nothing but light when I see you.” -  “I sing love songs and carry steel. I would rather die than cry. I hang my head against the white refrigerator and want to scream like
the last weeping of life forever but I am bigger than the mountains.” - “Your sadness will bury you alive, and you are the only one who can shovel your way out with hardened hands and ragged fingernails, bleeding your despair into the unforgiving earth. Darling, you see, no heroes are coming for you. Grab your sword, and don your own armor.“

Hufflepuff: “I was an explorer and you were a traveller. We met at a crossroad. I saw love in your smile and recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch and I was already home.” - "If flowers can grow
through blankets of melting snow, there is hope for me.” - “If you love a flower, don’t pick it up. Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation.” - “When it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me.” - “And it has been one hell of a year. I have worn the seasons
under my sleeves, on my thighs, running down my cheeks. This is what
surviving looks like, my dear.”

Gryffindor: “Don’t apologize because you take up more space. Walk like you’re the Sun.” - “Ever since happiness has heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.” - “Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight. For the greatest tragedy of them all Is never to feel the burning light.” - “I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days— three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.” - “I want a trouble-maker for a lover, blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame, who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, who burns like fire on the rushing sea.”

Ravenclaw: “Writing is safer, somehow, because my pen cannot stutter like my lips do, and words get stuck in throats, not fingertips, can’t stumble on paper trails of blue lines because writing is definite and clear.” - “I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship.” - “If you ever ask me how many times you’ve crossed my mind, I would say once. Because you came, and never left.” - “Travel. As much as you can. As far as you can. As long as you can. Life’s not meant to be lived in one place.” - “You are enough.
Paint it on your mirrors, on the back of your eyelids, drown it in your stomach,
sing it in every word you say. You are never too much.”

Here we see V

V, who is laying down on the train rails. V is laying there, looking a little emotionless, but more like he is sad and exhausted.

Then we hear a sound of the train coming. The train that is supposed to come where V is laying right now, since that seems as a train station. If train really comes that way…

…it would kill V

And through all this song, it’s shown how all of them will stay friends no matter what, no matter if some are dead or alive…

Then, near the end of the song, Taehyung sings;
“you know it all you’re my best friend
The morning will come again”

And then Kookie sings goes:
“No darkness no season can’t last forever
Maybs this is cherry and this winter will be over
i miss you i miss you”

The lyrics right up and below of this, show Kookie’s answer to V, almost sounding as he is begging V to stay longer, to not give up, to not die.

“Wait a little bit just few more nights i’ll be there to see you
I’ll come for you”

Jungkook sounds as he is promising Taehyung that he will save him

At the end of the song, everyone sings together:
“Passing by the edge of cold winter until the days of the spring
Until the days of flower blossom
Please stay, please stay there a little longer”

It sounds so sad, like they are asking each other to stay together. Like they want to stay forever young together.

Forget Me

I was once a beautiful young woman, full of love and life. My lily-white skin was soft and my belly swollen with new life, and my hand held by my husband, Edward. Edward was a good man. We married young in the spring, when the air was heavy with the scent of the blossoming trees and the ground damp with dew. I remember how he smiled when he lifted my veil, as if seeing me for the first time. His eyes were soft and blue, crinkling at the sides as he told me he loved me. Who knew this man would become my curse? This kind, loving man - who gave me such life that I might live forever.

The winter came and my belly bulged with the fruit of our love. The chilled winds forced me to keep inside, and the maids tended to my every need. Many days I spend sewing by the fire, softly singing songs without meaning for hours on end. And then, one night, I felt it.

The pain was immense, as if I was been torn from the inside out. I screamed for my maids, and one cradled my arm and attempted to lead me to my chamber. Another ran for Edward and he came crashing through the door, his manner wild with fear and excitement. He took my other arm and I was brought moaning up the stairs, wailing and huffing with excursion. When finally I was safe in my bed, the doctor came. He went about his way, and ordered me to push and breathe and Edward held my hand, wet with sweat. Suddenly, the doctor paused. He spoke quietly to the midwife and she ushered Edward out the room. He protested madly, shouting over her shoulder; “I am with you, Joanna!”

I smiled through the rat tails of my sodden hair and calmed him, “Do not fear for me, Edward. I will be safe here”. My voice, though torn with pain, seemed surprisingly calm. He looked back at me desperately, and the door was closed.

That was the last time I saw Edward as I once was. The doctor told me I was bleeding too heavily, and he could not stop it. I cried, “My baby! Is my baby going to live?” but he did not answer me. Or perhaps he did, but the world seemed to go numb in that moment. The pain was still there, but dulled. I still saw, but the room seemed to be greying before my eyes. I could see the doctor lifting up my child in a blood-soaked blanket, but all I could hear was the colossal ringing in my ears, and I did not know if the infant cried. The darkness closed in from the corners of my eyes, as if I were falling down an endless hole, and finally, I was gone.

But not gone. I was new, risen from my body and stood in the corner of my room. For a while all was silent except for the ringing, but the light had come back to me. I saw the doctor open the door and speak to Edward, and I saw him fall to his knees and scream in pain. I saw the maids gasp and cover their mouths, and the midwife rocking my baby in her arms, humming softly. And I saw my body, stretched out on that bloody bed, my eyes still open and looking straight at me. I tried to touch my hand, but passed straight through. We looked at each other for a while, and I felt as though I grew thinner, as if I was completely drained of everything.

Then, all sound gushed back and awoke me from my stupor; Edward’s howling sobs, the weeping of the maids, and the screams of my baby. I went to the midwife, although she did not see me. In her plump arms, he seemed so small. He too was covered in blood, but he was so alive. His cries were the most beautiful thing I had ever heard, and amidst all the loss in my home, new life graced us.

For a while, Edward did not look at our child. He allowed the maids to change my bedsheets, then placed me amongst new ones as if I were asleep. He laid beside me and embraced me all night, his tears soaking my cold, dead skin. It was as if he was trying to warm me up, to bring me back to life. How I wanted to embrace him back, to tell him I was still with him, but there seemed no way. So I laid on the other side of my corpse, resting upon myself and watching darling Edward sleep, wishing with all my heart to come back to him. But I could only watch.

Eventually, the undertakers came to collect my body. Edward did not fight them, but sat and watched them with eyes sunk and dead with grief. He and I stood together at the window as we watched the cart take me away, and I held his hand. Although my ghostly fingers could hold no earthly thing, he seemed to feel me, and he looked at his hand for a long time, then up at my face, or where my face would have been. He tightened his grip on thin air, yet I felt we were together, across the worlds of life and death, and I could almost feel the warmth of his hand on mine.

He spoke nothing of this, of course. But that night, he went to the baby’s room, where the nurse sat and knitted beside him. He dismissed her, and he sat in her place. He looked at our child, then addressed the room as a whole. “Are you with me, Joanna?” he said.

“Yes!” I cried, but he could not hear me. He waited for an answer, and desperate, I tapped the mobile above the bed with the tips of my fingers. It rocked to and fro, and Edward saw it and knew it was me. The baby giggled at the knitted birds that moved with the mobile and held out chubby little hands to them.

Edward looked at our child with love, and spoke to me again.

“As long as you are with me, my darling, I am a blessed man. But heaven knows I miss you even though you are here.” He stroked the baby’s head. “He is all I have left of you know, my baby boy. He is the evidence of our union, and I haven’t even named him yet.” He let tears run down his face as the boy gripped his finger in his tiny palm. “Jonathan,” he whispered. “In memory of my Joanna.”

I smiled and stood beside him as he cradled our son, like some twisted family portrait. I placed my hand on his shoulder and we sang to him together, a folk song my mother had sung to me when I was a child, and Edward’s mother to him.

Sleep now, my love, for all the night
Slumbers soft until the light
Warms your heart and warms your mind
and teaches you wisdom, to love and be kind

Sleep now, my love, for all the stars
Glitter, watching from afar,
And angels will watch you and smile with delight
As you sleep all through the night

Edward slept in the chair that night, with Jonathon softly snuffling in his arms. In my new, spectral form, I could not sleep, but was content to watch my family, and stay with them.

Three years passed, and Jonathan grew into a beautiful young boy, with Edward’s bright blue eyes and my soft brown hair. The maids adored him, and Edward doted on him. We would sit together on the floor and play, and Jonathan seemed to feel my presence with him, just as Edward did. Sometimes a maid would happen upon Edward speaking to me and back away to gossip, but they did not bother us. We were the perfect family.

***

That winter, after his third birthday, Jonathan became terribly ill. His fever ran high and beads of sweat ran off his little head and Edward cried for him. The coughing was the worst part. I could not hold my baby in my arms and tell him it would all be alright, but only stand and watch as he coughed up blood and mucus. His plump little body became emaciated and his face sallowed with sickness. The doctor told Edward it was too late to save him, and all they could do was make his passing comfortable. He wept all night, holding my sweet baby’s hand, and when he cried, he called him Joanna.

I wondered if my baby would join me in the next life, and that I might finally be able to touch him. I had seen other spirits in this realm, the ghost of the gardener’s boy that was crushed by a falling tree, the spectre of the old man who had lived here before us and passed in his sleep, but not many. I had spoken to them once or twice, but one by one they left me. The old man was first, he moved on not a month after I had come to this world, and the gardener’s boy left when his father died, after a terrible force caused his heart to stop. I was alone on this side of reality.

I suppose it was selfish to wish this upon Edward, but it was such a lonely existence. I never wished for Jonathan’s death, but it came sure enough. He’d been sick for so long, it was almost a relief when he finally passed. I could see it in Edward’s eyes, behind the pain of his loss. He held my baby’s hand so tight it was almost impossible for the doctor to move him away, then he locked himself in our chamber, weeping uncontrollably.

I wept too. I had lost my only son. Never again would I see him laughing with Edward or squirming on the maid’s lap, and still he did not come to me in the next life. I waited for days, but he never appeared. I felt the pain of loss in full force, he was truly gone, snatched away from me forever. I screamed and howled, and the sorrow turned to fury, giving me the strength to fling vases from their places, smash mirrors and throw open doors in my mad search for my son. The maids were driven almost insane with fear and called for the priest to exorcise the house, but Edward would not allow him to take me away. We looked together, I in the spirit world and he in his dreams, and still there was no sign of Jonathan. Edward barely left his room, but sat in his bed and spoke to me, even when I was not in there with him. I suppose it brought him comfort not to be alone. But I was alone, and I was afraid of being so forever.

Many doctors came to see him, friends and even religious men, in the hopes of bringing him back to health. They told him “It does not do to dwell on dreams. We must all move on,” but my Edward refused. He expressed his fear to them, telling them I had stayed behind, but Jonathan had not returned to him. He asked if Jonathan was lost and afraid, or if it was I that was left behind. They only shook their heads at him. “Joanna isn’t here,” they would say, as I held his hand.

***

As my misery grew, I grew stronger with it. Rumour quickly spread around the town of hauntings in my home. The servants told their friends of things moving out of place, of doors opening and slamming shut of their own accord, candles blowing out without wind and my disembodied cries echoing throughout the house. One maid, a simple creature called Marianne, was dusting the mantelpiece one warm June night, and happened to glance into the mirror. Behind her, she saw my ghostly image, darkened with fury and loss, but when she turned, she could not see me. She quit that night. The cook was soon to follow, after I forced all the knives to hurl themselves at the wall near where he stood. I never intended to harm them, only to drive them away, so we could be alone, my husband and I. Those rumours they spread were toxic to him, and I knew that I must protect him. I had no idea that I was sealing my own fate.

A whole year passed, and every servant in the area refused to work for Edward in his haunted house. Jonathan still had not come home to me, so Edward and I would sit by the fire and wait, silently. With the meddlesome servants gone, I had no need to act out of fury, only to love my husband. He would read his books and I would sit in my chair and watch him, peaceful. When we were together, I felt safe once again, but when he slept, I felt fear and loneliness rush back to me like vomit rising in my throat, and once more I would tear the house apart and cry for Jonathan.

Edward hanged himself on the fifth anniversary of my death and Jonathan’s birth, from the chandelier in the dining room. I wonder if I truly tried to save him, or did I let him die so he could come to me. I can’t remember now, it has been so many years. No one had worked for my husband for such a long time, it was days before they found his corpse, rotting from the rafters.

***

Myth carried on our legacy for us. Many families moved in after Edward died, but none lasted very long. All left in a hurry, claiming of terrifying hauntings, of screaming and crying, of dark figures in the shadows. I was trapped in that house, and as my stories lived, so did I.  Perhaps Edward and Jonathan were trapped there too – many families complained of hauntings I never performed, of a child laughing, of a man softly singing. Maybe they were with me, but inaccessible, or maybe the families had exaggerated their stories, but either way it drove me to anger. I wandered that house for hundreds of years trying to find my family, but I never saw them again.

I saw other spirits from time to time, as I had seen them before. I saw a little girl who had been run over by a cart, and a wife who had been beaten by her husband. I saw the gristly burns on the spectre of a baker who had died in a fire, and heard the crying of babies that were lost before they even learnt to talk. Some of them left much faster than others, as people began to forget them. The beaten wife disappeared one day, as her sister passed and her husband took a new wife to torment. The baker passed along with his wife, and the babies vanished when their mothers gave birth to new sons and daughters. But people did not forget me, in my haunted house all alone. My story was passed on from generation to generation, and my house became a cheap tourist attraction. Sometimes teenagers would break in through the servant’s quarters and dare each other to spend the night with me, or homeless men would take shelter from the wind and the rain.

They trapped me here, these stories. I realised soon I had sealed my fate, in my desperation to find my son and my husband, I had created a legend. People would always remember me, the mother who lost herself and her son, and who drove her husband to death. Other spirits only had to remain here while others grieved for them, but grieving for me ended with Edward. Nobody grieves for me now, but you never forgot me. And so we wander the house, together but apart, for perhaps an eternity, looking for each other and for our son. I grow tired of searching in vain, but I cannot cease to exist when others have cursed me to stay. Maybe Jonathan and Edward have moved on now, and it is only I that is stuck in this imitation-life. I might never know. All I want is to rest in peace with my family, but you keep me here, like an exhibit in some twisted zoo.

And so I cry here, alone forever, begging you to forget me.


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EXO Reaction when you break up and you end up singing alone the duet you were going to do

Xoxo, Admin A~

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Chanyeol:

*Really nervous* “I hope she doesn’t mind me coming… I can’t let her go out there alone… What if she breaks…” *Still worrying like your bf*

Kris:

*Starts singing just when you were about to cover his part* “We are in this together~ forever and always” *The lyrics sound like written for you*

Sehun:

“Hey hey I’m here, calm down. Don’t worry, let’s do this and we’ll talk later okay? I want to tell you something”

Tao:

“Hey Baob-Y/N… Can I still sing with you? We promised we would do this.. together..” *About to cry before the performance* 

Kai:

*Knows you modified the song but still appears on stage and does a special performance next to you, to support you* “I said.. I would be there forever..”

Xiumin:

*It doesn’t matter that things aren’t going okay between you two, he knows this is important to you so he continues it until the end* “Do you like how this sounds? Or should we try it again?”

Baekhyun:

*Rewrites the song* “Did you think I wouldn’t show up? That wouldn’t happen girl, but we have to practice I changed some things” *The song says how much he needs you*

Luhan:

*You decide to not show up but he goes to your school to look for you* “Hello I’m Luhan and my… y/n is singing a duet with me tonight! Please support us”

Chen:

*You have the most emotive performance in your whole life* “Nothing has changed… I still love you”

Kyungsoo:

*Makes a special entrance, surprising you in the middle of the song* “I love you Y/N…” *Master of ballads and your heart xD*

Lay:

*Decides to surprise you* “shh… she’ll cry I know. But I’ll do everything for her..”

Suho:

*Waiting for you backstage* “Don’t think you are getting rid of me that easily… I won’t give up tonight or ever”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

Francis Forever [Marceline]
  • Francis Forever [Marceline]
  • Mellorad (originally by Mitski)
  • Adventure Time Covers
Play

Aw man, I really loved The Music Hole!I figured I’d record a cover, since I was constantly singing this song all day.  It’s my first time posting any cover, haha, so I’m a bit nervous… What do you think? Would you be willing to hear some more of my Adventure Time covers? :)

aprylynn  asked:

ask meme - Justified

  • character i’d like to see in a flower crown: Raylan. Because I would look at him in anything and be happy.
  • character i’d like to see have an emotional breakdown: Winona. I love her forever and would love to see some really dramatic scenes for her.
  • character i’d like to see get punched in the face: Arlo. Frequently and thoroughly.
  • character most likely to sing along to journey songs in the car: Tim. He doesn’t sensor his passions. If he loved Journey, he wouldn’t care who knew it.
  • character who refuses to pull over and ask for directions on roadtrips: Art. “Damn it, Raylan, I said I know where I’m going!”
  • character who always stubs their toes on the washing machine: Dewey. Every time.
  • character who changes their starbucks order ten times: Boyd. Just to piss Raylan off on their coffee dates.
  • character who shows up late for everything: Raylan. It takes time to saunter properly.
  • character who is the worst kisser: Dewey. He really can’t figure out the mechanics of it.
  • character who takes 45 minutes showers: Rachel. She likes 45 minutes of peace, completely dumbass free.
  • character who gets most bent out of shape over the pronunciation of gif: Wynn. And everyone gets it wrong on purpose just to drive him up the wall. Torturing Wynn is everyone’s favorite pastime.

Haru Haru:

Don’t look back and leave, don’t look for me again and live

Because I don’t regret loving you, take only the good memories

Somehow I’ll bear it, somehow I’ll resist it

You should be happy even if we’re like this, day by day I become dull

I hope when you leave me your heart feels relieved

Forget me and live

All those tears will dry off as time goes by

If instead we hadn’t met at all, it would hurt less

I wish that you forget now the memory of that promise about being together forever baby

Last Dance:

As I sing this song

I will go back to you

If only I could see the beautiful you again

I will listen to this song with you

And have a last dance

Remember this moment

Until always

Just one last dance”

During the finale concert in seoul, the setlist was changed; Last Dance replaced Haru Haru. It seems like a normal replacement for new song, but i felt differently. If you read the lyrics of Haru Haru, the song is about letting go the lover without regrets and live a better life without him/her. Yet, Last Dance gave the impression of remaining faithful as a fan and return to them as they come back years later.

Haru Haru is an anthem for vips and bigbang

But, Last Dance is a promise made between vips and bigbang.

Sebastian Stan quotes || Sentence meme
  • "Embrace your differences and the qualities about you that you think are weird. Eventually, they're going to be the only things separating you from everyone else."
  • "Sometimes it's okay to give yourself a pat on the back and say, 'That was cool. That made me feel good.'"
  • "I like to be lean and flexible. I'm not interested in gaining size."
  • "I always look at a girls shoes. And if they’re wearing heels, i wonder how she would look if she was just wearing those."
  • "I think I would want to make toys. Maybe it's that thing about trying to be a kid forever."
  • "You're always remembering songs you wanna sing except when you're actually at karaoke."
  • "I don't look like a homeless person tonight."
  • "YOU ARE MAKING A PIZZA!"
  • "I just walked into a wall back there."
  • "OH, CAPTAIN RUM!"
  • "I think I'm the stoned soldier at this point."
  • "First off, I don't know anything, ever."
  • "I was really happy to do it."
  • "Handcuffs, right? They probably come in handy."
  • "You guys are the fucking best."
  • "THEY WERE REAL! THEY WERE MAN JEANS!"
  • “If a girl’s hair looks like it smells good, then I start thinking what it would be like to bury my face in it.”

Taylor,

my name is Savannah, aka savvy. I have been a swiftie since I was in the 5th grade, I am now 21 years old and my love for you hasn’t faded. I listen to your music literally all the time, through highs and lows. When I hear your name or hear one of your songs on the radio, or hear them in a public place , I completely freak out and dance like nobody is watching. It’s been a dream of mine to meet you for so long now and I hope one day that it comes true so that I can give you a hug that feels like it could last 4 years. I also can’t thank you enough for singing all too well at your houston show, that was the one song that I never thought I would ever hear in person and I finally did and it was everything!! I am on your side forever and always.

Love you, miss you

Savvy
@taylorswift

lieutenant-thace  asked:

Rocket x Thace! :D (Music meme)

The song that I chose to personify this ship is “I Get to Love You” by Ruelle. It’s so romantic, something you would play at a wedding, and it really fits them I think. There are a few lines in it that really fit the ship in some really beautiful ways and I can so picture Rocket singing it to Thace.

Probably my favorite line, the most important one, is:

“whatever may come, your heart I will choose.
Forever I’m yours.
Forever I do.”