and listening to jazz

anonymous asked:

I am a 21 year old female. 5'4. Black hair and black eyes. Curvy. I love eating sushi, watching anime, listening to jazz, rock, and classical music. Well, anything as long as it sounds good. My ideal date would be to drink with someone under a full moon in an open field. I like it sensual, sometimes sweet, sometimes rough in th bedroom. Would you date me?

You sound rlly cute :0 you’re a bit old for me though, so I probably wouldn’t date you, but you definitely seem like a sweet person ^^

describe yourself to me on anon and I’ll say if I’d date you!

  • Shieth shippers: hA Our OTP had so many moments-
  • Klance shippers, smug as hell: Yea, as brothers
  • Me: Man but did you SEE Shiro and Lance together??? Oh my goD now that Keith said Shiro is like a brother to him this means my ship has a chance! And besides, Shiro already carried Lance last season, and Lance wanted to be on a mission with Shiro this season, and was super mad someone else was chosen-!
  • The Entire fandom: ...What
  • The Producers: What
  • Zarcon, as he's dying: What

anonymous asked:

▼Vax and Vex

▼ - childhood headcanon

A List Of Things Elaina Taught Her Children Before She Died

  • how to wish on stars
    • star light star bright, she says, and vex is young, almost too young to remember this, her words soft and round in her mouth as she stares up at the skies and asks why
      • she doesn’t need to ask, not really; part of her has always yearned to reach up into the heavens and never come down
        • (elaina knew this, in the way of mothers)
        • (perhaps that is why, vex’ahlia)
    • because the stars listen, elaina says
      • her grandmother taught her mother, and her mother taught her, and so she passes it down
        • (she will not be here when vex stares up at the sky and teaches her own daughter)
        • (vex will look up and think of her anyways, in the way of daughters)
  • how to braid hair
    • i don’t care, says vex, hair a wild tangle around her face, mulish and sullen that day
    • vax, small and solemn for a moment, says, i do
      • mother teaches them both anyways
        • vex’ahlia stops eventually, learns to craft other masks, but vax’ildan continues
          • he sits her down, combs through the wild tangle, tames it the way mother taught them
          • (he was honoring the dead long before She called on him)
  • how to darn their own clothing
    • she was a tailor, of course she taught them that
      • they remember, maybe, a fire in the hearth and food in their bellies and mother bent over cloth, needle dipping in and out, in and out
      • they remember her smile (tired around the eyes, warm and worn)
        • would you like to see, my loves? come sit here, watch carefully––cloth is easier to fix than most things; all it takes is time and patience and a little needle and thread
    • later, on the road, they sit side by side, needle and thread and garments worn threadbare
      • she was right, in the way of mothers: cloth is far easier to fix than most things
        • they sit side by side with needle and thread
          • in and out. in and out.
  • protect each other
    • it is the last thing she tells them, knelt down to see them eye to eye, a stranger waiting outside to take them far, far away
      • protect each other, mother says, iron in her spine and love in her eyes
        • you are all you have. protect each other
What kinds of music the Transformers Prime crew probably like
  • Bulkhead: he listens to metal of all kinds with Miko, but he particularly likes power metal and 80s power ballads. He once changed out all the pronouns in "Holding Out for a Hero" and pretended it was a song about Miko. She sang it for three days.
  • Arcee: She'll listen to country music with Jack, but it's not her favorite. Her tastes are a bit more diverse, and she'll listen to Owl City one day and 1940s jazz the next. Once she discovers the group NeedtoBreathe, she listens to them a lot, since almost every one of their songs is a different sound/style.
  • Bumblebee: He likes electronic music, but not nearly as much as Miko seems to think. He and Raf have a big mix playlist that's about half Daft Punk and the rest is a mash of Postmodern Jukebox, the Star Wars soundtracks, and a bunch of Fallout Boy covers.
  • Smokescreen: a lot of hip hop and rap, one Meghan Trainor album he plays on repeat until everyone else is about ready to strangle him, and the soundtrack of Tron: Legacy.
  • Wheeljack: Jackson 5, David Bowie, Marvin Gaye, and yes, Elvis Presley. And the soundtrack of Strange Magic, almost every day. He would rather die than admit it, although Ratchet has caught him singing "Want you Back" at least twice when he thought no one was looking. He is very fond of the soundtrack of Guardians of the Galaxy.
  • Ultra Magnus: Nothing but Broadway showtunes.
  • Ratchet: a lot of classical music, like Tchaikovsky and Rimsky-Korsakov and Edvard Grieg, but when he's in the mood for something with lyrics he listens almost exclusively to Ella Fitzgerald and Duke Ellington, with the occasional Cab Calloway song.
  • Jazz: EVERYTHING. Walk the Moon to Han Zimmer, Mozart to Van Canto, he just collects it all and organizes them by language rather than genre.
  • Optimus: He keeps his music selection private, but Ratchet happens to know that there is a great deal of Han Zimmer on it. Also a few songs from Les Miserables, which neither of them comment on. The track he probably plays the most is "Now We Are Free" from Gladiator, followed by "Suddenly" from Les Miserables in a close second. Only he knows why.

“Studying is hard and boring. Teaching is hard and boring. So, what you’re telling me is to be bored, and then bored, and finally bored again, but this time for the rest of my life? This whole stupid country is bored! There’s no life in it, or color, or fun! It’s probably just as well the Russians are going to drop a nuclear bomb on us any day now. So my choice is to do something hard and boring, or to marry my… Jew, and go to Paris and Rome and listen to jazz, and read, and eat good food in nice restaurants, and have fun! It’s not enough to educate us anymore Ms. Walters. You’ve got to tell us why you’re doing it.” 

An Education (2009)

“Reading was like an addiction; I read while I ate, on the train, in bed until late at night, in school, where I’d keep the book hidden so I could read during class. Before long I bought a small stereo and spent all my time in my room, listening to jazz records. But I had almost no desire to talk to anyone about the experience I gained through books and music. I felt happy just being me and no one else. In that sense I could be called a stack-up loner.” 

― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun 

Fantastic Wizards and Where to Find Them: A Field Guide Part 2

Close persons and friends may appreciate a list of all things Newt Scamander-related, to help them understand how to care for this unique creature.  Here is a composed list, which shall be ongoing. Fantastic Wizards and Where to Find Them: A Field Guide - pg 2.

Care and Keeping:

  • Occasionally, your Newt will engage in a bout of movement and gyration known as ‘dancing.’  This is especially likely when listening to the musician Louis Armstrong, or any other form of jazz.  This is another sign of a content Newt, and this activity should be allowed to continue for as long as is appropriate, i.e. must be interrupted if pressing matters arise, such as an upset creature, or being late to dinner arrangements.
  • Uncommonly seen, an anxious Newt will be quite reclusive and withdrawn.  Main indicators will include silence, pacing, and disappearances which can range from several hours to several days.  Try not to be alarmed, as this Newt needs a bit of space to sort out his thoughts, much like a frustrated Newt.  See pg. 1.  While this Newt will also return on his own, he is likely to be embarrassed of his behaviour, and as such it is very important to act in a calm and regular fashion around him for a moderate length of time, until behaviour is returned to normal.
  • While quite capable in many aspects, your Newt should not, under any circumstance, be allowed unsupervised in the kitchen.  The likely results of this can include, but are not limited to: broken dishes, spilled condiments, scorch marks, and one food poisoned magizoologist.  In the event of such a situation, be prepared with both extinguishing spells and reparation charms.
  • You may, at times, happen upon your Newt singing.  Most common instances will usually be while tending to the youngest of his creatures.  While the song of Newt is quite beautiful, it should not be praised, nor applauded.  It is best to not be seen at all, as Newt can be quite shy about this particular activity.
  • In the rare occurrence, Newt may fall asleep in a creature habitat while working.  If you come across this Newt, do your best to coax him to bed.  Note: This will be an extremely clingy Newt, who may refuse to part with your person once situated.  It’s best to wait this out and use this time for napping, as any attempt to extricate yourself from the grasp of a sleeping Newt will prove futile.  

Fantastic Wizards and Where to Find Them: A Field Guide Part 1


Uyama Hiroto || Yin And Yang


there is none like you, none — a jazz playlist for the 20′s lovers

                                                     [ listen ]

minnie the moocher / c.c productions; fly me to the moon / frank sinatra; mr. sandman / the chordettes; autumn leaves / cannonball adderley; l-o-ve / nat king cole; i’ve got you under my skin / frank sinatra; blue serge / stan getz; puttin’ on the ritz / robbie williams; east st. louis toodle-oo / duke ellington; i loves you porgy / nina simone; blue moon / frank sinatra; moanin’ / art blakey 

Feeling strange again. I heard the music in my ear,
two lackeys hitting it up on the sidewalks, feet clicking

and it was bound to be jolly. I shut up and thought
about Art. I was going to be a Poet, goddamn

Yessir. I threw it back like liquor. Only that was a massive
lie. I was only seventeen - imagine - newly minted 

seventeen, still soft, still stupid. But the world hollered
like a mad dead thing. I wanted to dance. I hurt myself 

with it, the wanting. How do you explain a thing like
that? It was all very crazy. I sat next to this boy

in English class, every two days. I fell in love. I was
ready to rip open the sky. Touch touch touch; that was all

I could ever think about. My body like a chimney
soot all over the insides. I wrote about it in the afternoons,

thought about him on the train. Everything muffled
except that awful music. I dreamed I was a fish, or maybe

a whale, stoppered in a very big jar. I was fined fifty dollars
I grew cancerous hands. After a while, it all turned

to dust. In the end I shook off my own skin, a perfect 
reptile. Stormed out belting some sort of war song.