bringing the funk

anonymous asked:

I had never heard Uptown Funk before seeing you reblog a gifset of it, but now not only can I not stop listening to it, but every time I hear "I'm too hot Make a dragon wanna retire man" I think of Hawke and it makes me giggle

“Hightown funk you up, Hightown funk you up”


Afrofuturism Appreciation Part 3: Music Edition (see Part 1 and Part 2)

did you know that Isak has an ongoing list of celebrities and historical figures who live/lived with mental illness and sometimes when he can see Even getting frustrated or downcast he’ll send him a text like did you know Van Gogh was bipolar too and he made some of the most famous art in the world maybe in 200 years your art will be up there next to his or Carrie Fisher was bipolar and she was a badass the force is still with you even when it doesn’t feel like it

and even though Even already knows a lot of the examples Isak uses (he googled a lot when he was first diagnosed okay sue him) those messages  still manage to bring him out of his funk for a few bright seconds. it makes Even’s heart swell to think that Isak – the boy who famously claimed that his life would be better without mentally ill people in it – goes to the effort of researching not only bipolar but people who made their mark on history who lived with it too just so he could use that information to send cute supportive messages to his boyfriend.

Isak’s still learning, still figuring out how to be there for Even without being stifling or overbearing, but there are two things he knows for sure.

one: that he’s not going to give up. he’s going to do his damndest to support his boyfriend.

and two: Even is going to make his mark on the world regardless of his illness, and if it’s anything as incredible as the mark he left on Isak’s life then Isak can’t wait to see it


My my my, are you in for a treat! Stevie Wonder bringing THE FUNK to Sesame Street!

April 12, 1973, Season 4, Episode 0513. About to enter high school, I was supposed to have outgrown Sesame Street by now, but nobody should outgrow THIS: Stevie Wonder fully into the peak of his powers, leading a scorching jam on “Superstition”, the most blazing funk you may ever behold.

There’s so much to love about this video! One of the best live recordings I’ve ever heard (every instrument is crystal clear, a true feat for early 70s TV), a 19 year old Ray Parker (who’d write and perform the original Ghostbusters theme) on guitar, these two guys seriously bringing the horns, this kid on the balcony at :39 and again at 4:10 who’s dancing for us all, multiple shout-outs to Sesame Street along the way, and not one but TWO false endings ‘CAUSE STEVIE AIN’T FINISHED JAMMING YET.

The thing is, Sesame Street was more than a TV show to me. It inspired me. It shaped my career choices (I became a teacher, worked in the inner city in Baltimore and DC, and later made nature documentaries shaped by those amazing little animal shorts on the show), but more broadly, Sesame Street was a vision of the urban utopia I wanted to live in.

This was true for the performers in some ways, too. Sonia Manzano (”Maria”) joined the show in 1971, and when asked in 2015 about the single most standout moment in her 44 years on the show, this is the one she chose.

“The whole studio rocked out and it was great because, white people, black people, young people, old people — everybody was on the same page,“ she said.

“It was a moment of clarity. You know, we started this show, we thought we were going to end racism, we were going to close the education gap. … We had big dreams! And moments like Stevie being on the show gave us a glimpse of the way things could be.”

So prepare to jam, yes, but also open yourself to the possibilities of this world of Wonder.

The type of girl they’d marry

Request: Hc about what type of girl each member of the gang would marry and who the boys best man would be? Thxx!!

a/n: I hope these are okay. :) these have my personal opinion of the type of girl they’d marry. 


-Darry would marry a woman who could be fierce and kind & gentle all at the same time. Someone who isn’t afraid to speak their mind, but also knows when it’s appropriate. She needs to have a loving and caring nature, but I also feel like Darry doesn’t want a woman that depends on a man/fits the 1960′s wife stereotype. She definitely would be able to help Darry understand Soda and Pony better. He’d love a woman who could tell him when he’s wrong, but can also understand when she’s wrong too. It would very much be a relationship where you’d both wear the pants, because Darry wants a marriage like his mother and father had. 

Best man-Sodapop, because it’s a respect thing to have your oldest brother be your best man. 


-Dallas would marry a woman who’s the complete opposite of him. Of course he wouldn’t change everything about himself, but I could definitely see him trying his best to be a better man. She’d be the only woman who could stick with Dally through thick and thin, dealing with his dangerous temper and constant mood swings. I think she’d open his eyes that not everything in this god forsaken world was going to end badly. He’d test her in anyway he could, but none the less she’d stuck with him through it all. However, she’d also be an extremely strong and beautiful woman, and let him know that first of all she isn’t easy and she doesn’t tolerate anything like cheating. She could go head to head with Dallas, but at the end of the day she loves Dallas more than anything.

Best man-Darry, also a respect thing.


-Soda would marry a woman who’s full of life and love. I feel like the woman Soda marries would be just like him in many ways. She’d have bright eyes, a warm smile, and a contagious laugh. She would enjoy the simple things in life, and would see the good in everything. Everyone would love her, even Dally. She lights up the room upon entering it, and has a lot love in her heart. She’d definitely be very emotional, but knows how to be there for Sodapop and his brothers. Soda would fall in love with her more and more everyday.

Best man-Steve, because Darry played more of the father role at the wedding. 


-Pony would marry a woman who is very eccentric and free spirited. She’d show Pony many of the wonderful things in life, and would be able to pull him down from the clouds. She might be a little bit of a daredevil, and would definitely pull Pony out of his comfort zone. She’d love to listen to Pony’s voice while he read, and would leave little notes in his novels. She would do a lot of little things like that and Pony loved it. I feel like she’d have to be very in tune with her own and other’s emotions to understand Pony well. This woman would show Pony what life was all about. He’d love her with every fiber of his being. 

Best man-Sodapop.


-Johnny would marry a loud and extroverted woman. Much like Dally, Johnny would fall in love with a woman who was the opposite of him. She’d bring out everything good in Johnny and would show him that he didn’t have to be scared. In fact this woman wouldn’t have any fear, until she met Johnny, because she learned she was afraid to lose him. I feel like she’d bring Johnny out of his funk and he really start enjoying life. She would take him on exciting adventures, and he’d love every minute of it. However, she also knew to be gentle with Johnny and truly truly loved him. He’d cherish the love and safety this woman made him feel. 

Best man-Ponyboy


-Kieth would marry a woman very similar to him just like Sodapop. She wouldn’t be afraid to have a good laugh and wouldn’t take many things too seriously. Yet she knew when it was appropriate to be serious. This woman would have a good sense of humor and would radiate love. She would completely have a childlike wonder and a heart of gold. Keith would be head over heels and always would say he was made for loving you. 
Best man-Dally.


-Steve would marry a strong and respected woman. She would have a hot temper just like Steve, and would never back down from defending what she believed him. She knew when to admit she was wrong, and to pick and choose her battles. This woman would fiercely love and protect Stevie. She wouldn’t be afraid to be herself, and do things like dance or sing her heart out. She’s very opinionated, but also very understanding and compassionate. Her love for Steve is intense and passionate. He’d never be able to get enough of this woman. 
Best man-Sodapop. 

THE STORIES OF OUR LIVESThe American Identity in Musical Theatre 2016 EDITION

3 hours. 45 songs. A special 4th of July playlist that examines that various shades of the American experience in one of the few genuinely American art forms. UPDATED July 3, 2016.

Everybody’s Got the Right - Assassins / Cool, Cool, Considerate Men - 1776 / The Old Red Hills of Home - Parade / To Build a Home - The Bridges of Madison County / Lady’s Maid - Titanic / America - West Side Story / Carnaval Del Barrio - In the Heights / My Shot - Hamilton / Waitin’ For the Light to Shine - Big River / Molasses to Rum - 1776 / The Eagle and Me - Bloomer Girl (*only on 8tracks) / The Flagmaker, 1775 - Songs for a New World / Momma Look Sharp - 1776 / Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down) - Hamilton / Life Story - Closer Than Ever / Back to Before - Ragtime / Oklahoma! - Oklahoma! / Goodbye/Boom Boom - Elegies / Me and the Sky - Come from Away (*only on Spotify) / The Flesh Failures (Let the Sunshine In) - Hair / Unlikely Lovers - Falsettoland / Will I? - Rent / Something Just Broke - Assassins / It’s In Your Hands Now - Road Show / Wheels of a Dream - Ragtime / The Saddest Song - Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson / There is a Child - Giant  / Paciencia y Fe - In the Heights / Politics and Poker - Fiorello! / The House We Live In - Grey Gardens / Our Favorite Son - The Will Rogers Follies / A Normal, Healthy, American Boy - Bye Bye Birdie / What You Own - Rent / Second Nature - Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson / Sarah - The Civil War / How Glory Goes - Floyd Collins / Gaman - Allegiance / Till We Reach That Day - Ragtime / Let It Sing - Violet / Free At Last - Big River / The Lynching Blues - Bring in ‘da Noise, Bring in ‘da Funk / Lot’s Wife - Caroline, or Change / I Know Where I’ve Been - Hairspray / Everybody Rejoice! - The Wiz / Ol’ Man River - Show Boat / Make Them Hear You - Ragtime

[listen on 8tracks] [listen on spotify]

The Prince

for @wrathofthestag who said she could really use some sweetness today

(I’ve prompted this to other people but it hasn’t bitten yet, so I’m gonna do my best to fill it myself)

tw are all relative to The Hockey Prince  episode but doesn’t go too hard on the details of the OD, still be careful though!

set between Playoffs I and Playoffs II, the night that Jack walks out of Jerry’s - very quick, slight reference to Holster being into Bitty

on AO3

It’s a dangerous thing, the news tab in a search engine. It’s often drawn Jack down a hole of seeking out nothing but the worst things hockey commentary has to say about him. 

After opening tonight’s twentieth browser tab, he had mechanically reached over to turn on his bedside table lamp just so he could indulge his misery even longer. Even if he found the strength to put his laptop away before dawn, sleep was simply not going to come tonight.

The guys had all been warned off by Shitty from trying to bring Jack out of his funk. There were three stage whisper voices in the hallway about an hour after he’d left Jerry’s until Shitty’s lone voice murmured, “We love you, man, fuck everyone else,” against Jack’s door.

Which is why Jack is startled out of a deep blue reverie when a tentative knock comes at about 1:00 a.m. For a moment, Jack thinks Holster might have time traveled as his ten-year-old self into the present day before he realizes that Bittle is the small blonde standing in his door way. His sleep clothes are hanging loose and huge off his frame, and the dim light obscures his face. He mostly realizes that it’s Bittle because of the slice of pie in his hand.

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Let the record show I have a hereditary dislike of Jay-Z. My mother has disliked him since the 80′s, because he is “so ugly” in her words. My maternal grandfather also dislikes him*. That’s three generations of Black New Yorker who are not and have never been down with the okie doke.

*my maternal grandfather dislikes all rap music. He believes it was pumped into Black communities by white people to bring down disco and funk which were “an uplifting, cosmic music that threatened to liberate our people”. Bless his heart.

Caryl Spec. for 7x10/7x16

These spoilers have only confirmed my suspicions… I will die of a heart attack on Sunday night and I will do so happily and willingly.

But it makes me wonder too, that these spoilers are not even every single detail of 7x10, only a snippet of it. Not to mention it doesn’t specify how they look at each other while they say this dialogue. So it begs the question, what will happen in the moments that we DON’T know about? If the spoilers that we got are this good, then there’s even more potential for even more amazing Carylness!

Yes we know now that (SPOILERS) Carol initiates the first hug, and Daryl does the second, which is supposed to be a very sweet hug. But what about in between? Because with what they talk about and the hard angsty snippets of dialogue we’ve been blessed with, I can’t help but assume that they at least cuddle with each other, since hugging and cuddling are one of the best ways at comforting your boo. What about the looks they give each other, for I could only assume they would look at each other lovingly. What about if they cry, because if they’re not crying during the hugs then I’ll do it for them!! What about during the hugs themselves? We don’t know the details, so as far as we know, there could be lifts, head nuzzling, forehead/cheek kisses, hand holding after they part… *swoons*

But for me, there’s an even bigger question mark on what will happen during 7x16. The new spoilers have shown us that Carol does indeed love him but is still troubled by what she’s done. She even (SPOILERS AGAIN) wants to go with him when he leaves, and he hesitates on leaving, but neither listen to their urges. So it makes me wonder, how will their reunion play out during 7x16?

Carol will obviously leave the house once she finds out about Glenn and Abe, but of course she herself had said that she knew she’d kill people if she found out about who the victims were so she didn’t want to know (or so I’ve read). Something else needs to trigger her back from this torture arc, not just coming back in the fight, but to help her understand what she needs to do. 

What if it’s the fact that Daryl was captured and tortured that kind of brings her out of her funk? Hell yeah it’s bad that she lost two friends, one in particular a very close friend. But Carol is by no means stupid, and finding out about Daryl’s capture and torture will make her realize that he’s got a target on his back. And that if he gets caught again, he will die. So maybe, that’s what makes her realize that killing is necessary, because she would never forgive herself if she could’ve saved the man she loves most from death if all she had to do was kill a few saviors to do so.

Fast forwarding to 7x16, after all of the amazing fluffyness that was 7x10. The only reason it didn’t push forward in 7x10 was b/c of her emotional trauma, so to me they should do something more during 7x16. I used to think that 8x01 is when we’d get their first kiss, but I’m not so sure about that anymore (I flip back and forth on it all the time really).

To me, Carol will be so grateful to see him again that she runs and embraces him, and she’ll kiss him right then and there because she’s so relieved to see him okay, and he, although shocked at first, will happily oblige. Then comes 8x01 in the next season (again, the 100th episode), and maybe the big moment would be them to consummate their relationship. Yeah it does seem rather quick for Caryl, but they could start off the season with a small time jump of a few months. Or they’ll use the illusion that the 6 month hiatus brings, where it feels like to us that their first kiss happened so long ago, so it’s not as much of a jump to see them do the dirty 6 months later.

This is just pure speculation right here, but more than anything I am SO DAMN EXCITED TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS IN 7X10. SUNDAY CANNOT GET HERE FAST ENOUGH!!

Caryl on loves!


Kick, punch!
Chop, block!
Chop, kick!
Punch, block!
Duck! Jump!
Turn! Pose!
Duck! Turn!
Jump! Pose!
Kick, punch, block!
Chop, kick, block!
Block, turn, kick!
Block, duck, punch!
Duck, duck, turn!
Jump, kick, chop!
Punch, punch, punch!
Step on the gas?
Step on the brakes?
Step on the gas?
Step on the gas!
Step on the brakes!
Step on the brakes!
Step on the gas!
Check and turn the signals to the right!
Now turn to the right!
Check and turn the signals to the left!
Now turn to the left!
Do I know why we stopped the car?
Guess? What?
Do I know why we stopped the car?
Guess? What?
You, forgot, to close, the door.
Check and turn the signals to the right!
Step on the gas, now turn to the right!
Check and turn the signals to the left!
Step on that gas, now turn to the left!
Step on the brakes!
Do I know why we stopped the car again?
In the rain or in the snow,
Got the got the funky flow.
In the rain or in the snow,
Got the got the funky flow.
All you ever need to be is nice and friendly.
All you ever need to be is nice and friendly.
I will try to sell a cap like this.
I will try to sell a cap like this.
The skunk over here will bring you luck,
The pump over here comes with a truck.
In the rain or in the snow,
Got the got the funky flow.
In the rain or in the snow,
Got the funky funky flow.
I have never sold everything, everything.
You have never sold everything, everything.
Money money money, is all you need.
Money money money, is all you need.
Crack crack crack the egg into the bowl.
M.I.X the flour into the bowl.
Crack crack crack the egg into the bowl.
M.I.X the flour into the bowl.
Butter butter butter joins the bowl.
We’re makin’ us a cake that you never seen before.
Heat up the oven, now we’re on a roll.
Cheap cheap cheap’s the name of your soul.
Put the cake in the oven for a while.
Leave it there, come on, clean the pile.
Put the cake in the oven for a while.
Leave it there, come on, clean the pile.
Here, I don’t have a sample.
Cause money and time’s just what we don’t have.
Here, I don’t have a sample.
Cause money and time’s just what we don’t have.
All we gotta do is apply the final touches.
Take out the shrimp, the clam and the perches.
The perch goes here, the clam goes there,
The little tiny shrimps just go everywhere!
Whatever you like’s in the middle, fiddle.
Seafood cake comes just like the riddle.
Kick, Punch, Turn and Chop the door.
Or, I will fall to the floor.
Kick, Punch, Turn and Chop the door.
Or, I will fall to the floor.
Did you check the toilets on the right?
Did you check the toilets on the left?
Did you check the toilets on the right?
Did you check the toilets on the left?
In the rain or in the snow, I got the funky flow, but now I really gotta go.
The toilet over there will bring you luck so give up! I got no time to spare!
You are a chicken, from the kitchen, and you ain’t kidding, although nothing is written.
Crack, break, fix the door, you know, I gotta go, so yes open up ya know!
You are a chicken, from the kitchen, and you ain’t kidding, although nothing is written.
Crack, break, fix the door, you know, I gotta go, so yes open up ya know!
I gotta redeem!
I gotta relieve!
I gotta receive!
I gotta BELIEVE!!
Yo yo everybody. It’s the time you’ve been waiting for, here’s the party!
Sunny’s my life, She’s like a dice, I cannot tell which way she’ll turn till I spice!
But I went through it like that, because I want it like that, no other difference, is the fact!
I gotta redeem!
I gotta relieve!
I gotta receive!
I gotta BELIEVE!!
I gotta redeem!
I gotta relieve!
I gotta receive!
I gotta BELIEVE!!
P to the A to the R to the A, PaRappa’s the name I rap everyday!
Breakin’ out was the name of the game for me, you, you, you, and you!
Kick punch chop, I got the funky flow, M.I.X the flour into the bowl!
I gotta redeem!
I gotta relieve!
I gotta receive!
I gotta BELIEVE!!
I gotta redeem!
I gotta relieve!
I gotta receive!
I gotta BELIEVE!!
Somebody say ho!
Say ho! ho!
Ho Ho
Say ho! ho! ho!
Ho Ho Ho
Now scream!
Everybody say ho!
Say ho! ho!
Ho Ho
Say ho! ho! ho!
Ho Ho Ho
Now screeeeam!
Cut the lettuce!
Heat the grill!
Toast the buns!
Cook the patties!
Serve the drinks!
Melt the cheese!
French the fries!
Sweep the floors!
Cook those burgers!
Turn the patty over!
Watch them fries!
Better execute sooner!
Bring on the ketchup!
Don’t forget the cheese!
Bring on the mustard!
Handle it with ease!
Cook those burgers, turn the patty over!
Cut the lettuce, don’t forget the cheese!
Toast the buns, french the fries!
Bring on the ketchup, sweep the floors!
Love kick.
Love punch.
Love duck.
Love turn.
Love chop.
Love twist.
Love pose.
Love hug.
Smooth kick.
Nice punch.
Sweet chop.
Love fight.
Hold hands.
Face to face.
Get romantic.
Let’s get it on.
Love style.
You and me.
Together forever.
Never to part.
Look up in the sky.
See the stars?
I hold you tight.
Lovers we are.
Smooth like butter.
Caress your lover.
Enjoy the moment.
Won’t last forever.
Love punching.
Soft chopping.
Sweet kicking.
It’s all about the mind.
Tamanegi flava.
Wish I was a playa.
I’m a tax payer.
Need a good lawyer.
Kick, kick, punch, jump, pose.
Smooth chop, love, with a rose.
Duck, twist, twist, turn, punch.
Hug, kiss, love then chop.
Ta, ma, negi sensei
Here, he, comes, so make way!
What’s my name, what’s my name fool?
What’s that sound? Who dat be, huh?
Where I come from, where I come from?
I think I’m big? I think I’m big kid??
Is my desire, to grow back again?
I came to the right place, You’ll make me big.
Pull the lever or whatever, right now, right now!
Better make it quick, hey, hey, look down.
Get you out of this and now push the button.
Come on, come on, you’re big all of a sudden.
What’s going on, what’s going on, you’re really scared.
SOS, SOS, please handle you with care.
You weren’t scared, I must’ve been dreaming.
Better believe it, your mind is like a demon.
You’re the lord everybody knows your name.
You got it all, cash, money and fame.
Now back to business, I want to grow big right?
Let’s not waste no time, here we go, alright?
It’ll never happen again, you promise, you promise.
You’ll do anything, a hug? a kiss??
You don’t know what to do, it’s all because of me.
You enjoy your size, your charm too.
Put you back son, come on you gotta go.
Or you’re gonna miss your favourite TV show.
Do the jump!
Do the flip!
Double Dutch!
Don’t lose the grip!
To the right!
To the left!
Side to side!
I’m the ref!
Jump the ropes now!
Get up high now!
To the limit now! Right now!
Kick, kick, kick, kick!
Slide, slide, slide!
Do it slick, do it, do it slick!
And ride, ride!
Lean it to the left!
Lean it to the right!
Crouch down for speed!
Just obey your needs!
Up the ramps we go! all the way!
Come on now, we ain’t got all day!
On the rails, or just on the trails!
Crave for speed, and let your body go!
The need for speed will keep your body tight!
Remember, never go down without a fight!
Climb the rocks, step by step!
Right, left, right, right, left!
Phew! you’re tried, please take a break!
Come on please, for old times sake?
You gotta do this, every single day!
Tell you the truth, your hair’s turning gray!
Where’s the ropes? Where did you put it?
I thought you had it, I gave it to you!
Oh well then, why don’t you get your skates?
Where’s yours? Can I please wait?
You wanna just forget it? And just take a picture?
You carry a camera, for all your adventures!
Snip snip.
Trim trim.
Cut cut.
Shave shave.
Snip trim cut.
Shave cut snip.
Trim shave dye.
Cut snip trim.
Snip snip snip, snip snip
Cut cut cut, cut cut
Trim trim trim, trim trim
Shave shave shave
Cut the cut, snip the snip
Trim the trim, shave the shave.
Trim the cut, shave the snip.
Cut the snip, shave the trim.
Trim trim cut, cut trim trim
perm perm cut, cut perm perm.
cut cut perm, perm cut cut.
snip snip dye, dye snip snip.
dye dye snip, snip cut cut.
trim trim dye, dye snip snip
With the shampoo, I’ll give it to you all.
Rinse ya good, I made you look tall.
Dry your hair, blow up and down.
Come on son, it’s time to get down.
Keep the line, keep the line moving.
I’m non stop, my body’s just groovin
Cut your hair, flat back and up front.
Give you a perm now, and we’re done!
Cut the lettuce (THROW) toast the buns.
French the fries (THROW) cook the burgers.
Serve the patties (THROW) heat the grill.
Hug kiss, love and chop (HAI!) hold hands and kick!
Bring, on, da, funk (HAI!) don’t for-get punch.
Da Masta, Da Masta, Is original (HAI!) kick punch style is unforgettable!
Pull the lever or whatever, right, (NOW) better make it quick, come on get down
I am the lord, you all know my name? (NOW) I got it all cash money and fame.
Put me back son, come I gotta go (NOW) I’m gonna miss my TV show.
Kick, kick, kick, kick (DO IT!) Slide, slide, slide, slide, slide.
Lean it to the left, lean it to the right (DO IT!) crouch for speed and obey your needs!
Up the ramps we go, all the way (DO IT!) come on now we ain’t got all day!
Trim, trim, cut, trim, trim, (YEAH!) dye, dye, snip, snip, dye.
Trim, dye, snip, cut, (YEAH!) perm, cut, shave, shave, trim.
With the shampoo, I’ll give it to you all (YEAH!) rinse ya good, I made you look tall!.
Slurp it, suck it, I know we all like it.
Smell it, taste it, fruit in a basket.
Mexican, Egyptian, English, Korean.
Anything goes, even Alaskan.
Roll it on my spoon, create my own boom.
I betcha didn’t know; There are no rules.
Pizza, burritos, they all taste good.
As long as they love food, then any thing’s cool.
C. double O. K. I. E. S.
Great tasting sweets, blow to my chest.
Brownies, a pie, a shake, you name it.
Any type of sweets you like, yes I got it.
Noodles are the best no doubt can’t deny, taste better than water, but don’t ask you why.
But then again, many things can be tasty, corn bread, potatoes, rice and even pastries.
Then why do you, love noodles so dearly? It makes no sense. You must’ve sounded real eerie.
You’re welcome brother, for lettin’ you understand that a man must understand to keep his options open.
It’s party time, come on everybody you can do it shake your body.
Come on out on the floor, and rock it till you want some more!
Wave your hands from left to right, feel the rhythm, enjoy the ride.
1, 2, 3, 4 and 5, come on everybody look alive
6, 7, 8, 9 and 10, everybody dance, hard till the end.
He’s back again, the young pup on the block, taking every problem one by one.
Doesn’t cut corners, he never gives up! that’s why he’s always the number one!
To all the brothers, and the sisters.
All the mothers, and the fathers.
We all have problems, no doubt for sure, but tonight,  let’s forget and unite!
People in the front, people in the back, side to side, let’s all get down!
If you gotta problem, whatcha gonna do??
Give it up? or believe in yourself?
If you gotta problem, whatcha gonna do??
Like PaRappa, you gotta believe!
Say Ho
Say Ho Ho
Say Ho Ho Ho
Say Alright!
Say Oh yeah!
Whatcha gonna do??
I gotta believe!!
Say Alright!
Say Oh yeah!
Whatcha gonna do??
I gotta believe!!

Days Go By (Drake x MC)

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake x MC

Rating: PG-13, to be safe, for some innuendo at the beginning.

Summary/Note: Utter fluff. Some random thoughts from MC about her and Drake’s days together. Set sometime shortly after the whole Coronation fiasco is (hopefully) resolved. This came out of nowhere. I think it’s from me really wanting Book 2 to come out. :D

Sunday mornings are her favorite. It’s the one day of the week she can convince Drake to stay in bed past 6:30, burrowing under the blankets and running her hands lazily up and down his back. If they have no plans, she can almost always sweet talk him into showering with her (“it saves water” she always says with a wink, even though they both know it doesn’t).

When the weather is mild, they usually walk hand-in-hand down to their favorite cafe, to eat stacks of blueberry pancakes and drink too-strong coffee that makes her giggle. When it’s too cold, they stay in, and Drake makes her breakfast. He tries to protest that he isn’t a good cook, but he can make a mean omelet. She tends to distract him, sometimes on purpose, sometimes unintentionally, by leaning up against him or pressing lingering kisses to his cheek. When she feels like tormenting him a little and kisses his neck, he says her name in a warning tone, but she knows he won’t resist her for long.

It’s on a lazy Sunday morning that she realizes how happy she is, and that she can’t imagine her life without him.


Monday is probably her least favorite day of the week, but Drake doesn’t seem to mind it. She’s usually grumpy from getting back into the work week, even though she likes her job. Drake always manages to get her out of her funk, bringing home her favorite bottle of wine, or the popcorn flavored jelly beans she can’t get enough of, or going along with her obsession with watching bad reality TV shows.

He makes fun of them, but she doesn’t mind, so long as he’ll sit on the couch and wrap his arms around her while she watches them. She likes wearing her favorite fuzzy socks, even when it’s hot out, and snuggling back into the solid warmth of his chest. Sometimes he falls asleep as they lay together, and she doesn’t have the heart to wake him, even though she knows they’ll both be stiff from sleeping on the couch in the morning.

It’s on a Monday evening that they have their first big fight. He leaves, slamming the door, and she’s still sitting on the couch in a daze when he comes back. They whisper apologies between kisses and soothing touches, and he tells her he doesn’t want to lose her.


Tuesday nights, she likes to make them dinner. Drake tries to help, though he usually gives up halfway through when she playfully tells him he’s making more work for her.

“I don’t understand how there’s a wrong way to stir spaghetti sauce,” he’ll complain, or “How am I supposed to know how much ‘some’ garlic is?”

She teases him, but she loves that he always offers to help. She likes this domestic bliss they’ve settled into. Sometimes she runs her foot up his calf under the table as they eat, laughing as he tries to keep the smile off of his face. After dinner, Drake insists on doing the dishes and shoos her out of the kitchen.

It’s on a Tuesday, as Drake is washing dishes, that he casually mentions their future and asks her what she pictures. It takes her by surprise, this serious question, and he smiles gently at her stunned face.

“You don’t have to tell me now,” he reassures her. “Just think about it.”


Wednesday’s are their “therapy night”, as she likes to jokingly call it. They walk down to their favorite local bar to meet up with some of her friends, to have a couple drinks and play pool and vent about the work week and the daily grind of having to be an adult.

Drake is quiet at these gatherings at first, and she wonders if he’s uncomfortable or annoyed that she drags him out, but he reassures her he’s not.

“It takes me a while to warm up to people,” he reminds her. “But it’s kind of…fun. And they have the whiskey I like.”

Gradually, Drake warms up to their therapy nights and starts inviting some of his coworkers along, until they both start referring to everyone as their friends. It makes her happy, being out with Drake and hearing him laugh and refer to the group as “their friends”.

It’s on a Wednesday night, as they walk home from the bar, that she tells him she sees him, them, a house, growing old together, when she thinks about the future.

“Maybe even some babies,” she smiles. The smile that crosses his face as he wraps her in a tight hug almost takes her breath away.


Thursday nights, they FaceTime with Liam and Olivia. It had taken them some time to get to this point, after she returned to New York and Drake came after her. She knows Liam had been hurt, surprised, to learn the depth of Drake’s feelings for her, that they’d kissed in Cordonia. After the whole fiasco with Madeleine was resolved, she was happy to see Liam and Olivia slowly go from friends to more. She wants Liam to be happy, and although she and Olivia will never be best friends, she knows how much Olivia cares for him.

Drake struggles with it at first, his best friend being with someone who had treated and talked about his little sister so poorly. But after a genuine conversation and apology from Olivia, Drake seems to forgive her.

“But we are not going on double dates or vacations with them,” Drake warns her teasingly.

She laughs. “I am perfectly okay with that.”

It’s on a Thursday night, after they’ve hung up with Liam and Olivia, and Drake had been even more quiet than usual, that he turns to her and tells her he’s finally found Savannah. She’s a little hurt he hadn’t told her right away, but she understands those protective older sibling instincts kicking in.

“She’s doing well,” Drake says. He squeezes her hand and searches her face as he says, “I want you to meet her.”


Friday afternoons, she and Drake are usually able to take long lunch breaks together. He prefers to go to their usual places, but she can sometimes persuade him to try somewhere new. She likes to order what he calls “adventurous” dishes, while he sticks to his favorites and grins at her sometimes grimacing face as she eats things she’s never had before.

“Life’s about trying new things,” she argues playfully, or, “You can’t possibly order the same thing every time we go out,” while Drake shakes his head at her.

Sometimes he’ll try whatever it is she’s ordered, but more often than not, she ends up stealing food off of his plate. When Savannah moves to New York, she sometimes joins them, teasing Drake about his “boring” lunches. Savannah likes to try new restaurants too, and Drake pretends that he’s annoyed by the strange places that they insist on going to. But they both know Drake is immeasurably happy at how well they get along, even joking sometimes about being their third wheel.

After lunch, when Savannah has headed back to her office, Drake walks her back to work, his hand warm in hers. She likes the way he kisses her deeply before he leaves, his nose brushing against hers as he tells her he loves her.

It’s on a Friday that he persuades her to take the rest of the day off with him, to get away for the weekend, he says. His coworker has loaned Drake the use of his cabin. She loves weekends away with him, but this one becomes her favorite when Drake slides a ring on her left hand while they lay in front of the fireplace, and asks her to marry him.


Saturday morning is the one day of the week she doesn’t mind getting up early. She and Drake are usually out the door right after breakfast, buying groceries and running errands. During the late spring and summer, they usually stop at the farmer’s market, or wander through a park, taking advantage of the weather and soaking up the sunshine. If it’s raining, she can usually talk him into going to the library or a museum.

When they get home, she likes to read while Drake naps, his head on her lap while she runs her fingers through his hair. It’s one of her favorite times of the week, the noise from the city outside fading as she gets absorbed in whatever she’s reading that day and the pleasant weight of Drake sleeping next to her. Every once in a while, when she’s finished her book but Drake isn’t yet awake, she gets lost in her thoughts, how much her life has changed in the last year. Though it isn’t all happy memories, she decides one day that she wouldn’t change things, wouldn’t risk not being here right now and having Drake here with her.

It’s on a Saturday afternoon that she waits in the back room of a church, nervously fidgeting with the beading on her dress.

“Stop it,” Savannah says gently, pulling her hands away.

She manages to keep her composure through walking up the aisle and saying her vows, but she can’t stop herself from crying happy tears when Drake kisses her and whispers, “I love you. So much.”

It’s her favorite day with him yet.

Toxic [IV]

Summary: “We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of man; but this would be nothing if you really liked him.” -Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice. His dark demeanor is nothing more than a mystery to you. His dark past explains the reasoning of his desired passion to completely destroy every inch of your innocence.

Warning: Angst [M] Smut 

Word Count: 5k

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Originally posted by ylxlng

You had taken a few days to feel like yourself, letting yourself engulf the room with your somber aurora. You didn’t really know how to control this unbelievably, unbearable heartbreak. You have been betrayed by the one person you thought you had loved yet he had tossed you aside like an old candy wrapper. The first day, you just laid in your bed, occasionally getting up to use the restroom. Lisa had given you the space you asked for, keeping her distance for that first day. Joongi didn’t try to call once, leaving your phone silent and unbothered. This was it, it was really over between you and Joongi.

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