bringing this back as a tribute

Kaz Brekker: hunger games au
  • Kaz is fifteen when he’s reaped, but he’s been training for six years, ever since he saw his brother being murdered on screen by a teenager, ever since Jordie’s lifless body was sent back in a box 
  • he will never forget staring at his brother’s corpse, that moment when what hope remained finally left and something inside him stirred, insisting that someone must pay for this, that his family wouldn’t be hurt like this again
  • while Kaz waits in the Justice Building, the only person that comes to say goodbye is Jesper, and as they share a quick hug Kaz furiously claims that this is not their last meeting
  • he rarely speaks at the Training Centre, and when his stylist tries to dress him up in the most ridiculous garb, he calmly tells her he will not be the laughing stock among the rest of the tributes and to whip up something decent, for Christ’s sake
  • Kaz wonders what a miracle it must be, that his drunken mentor’s liver can still handle that amount of liquor each day
  • thoughts of his dead brother haunt him every night because this is where Jordie slept and ate and dressed and was prepared for slaughter
  • he trains with the other tributes, observing his opponents, deciding which ones are threats and must be put out first
  • once in the arena, Kaz starts taking down the tributes one by one          
  • numerous parachutes fly down bearing gifts when the sponsors realise Kaz is ruthless and didn’t come here to die
  • the residents of the Capitol wait eagerly for the cameras to show Kaz because there’s never a dull moment with him; everyone is talking about Kaz Brekker, the excitement they felt as he bashed a boy’s skull in, how they clung to the edge of their seats during a particularly intense fight
  • meanwhile, the people at home can’t bear to watch: there’s a monstrous gleam in Kaz’s eyes, and with every tribute he kills they know the last Brekker is slipping away even further 
  • he injures his leg during a fight with the colossal girl from Two, and during the times when his leg isn’t almost numb with pain Kaz tracks down what’s left of the tributes
  • every slit throat and snapped neck means he is one step closer to home
  • after he’s won and he’s back home in district 10, the horrors of the arena keep him awake in the strange new bed, and during the few hours of fitful sleep, his brain brings back grotesque memories of when he murdered innocent children 
  • he can’t stop thinking about the families that are mourning because of him, can’t help but think of the siblings that are broken beyond repair just like he was after seeing Jordie being drowned on television
  • Kaz can’t look the Ghafas in the eye because he was the one that killed their daughter, felt her warm blood on his hands and patiently waited for the cannon to sound her death

Toby & Spencer Tribute (S1-7) | Give Me Love

This one is for you spoby family. Even though the finale wasn’t exactly what we hoped for, I want to bring some positivity back to this fandom. I’ve seen a lot of people saying that they wished they had never shipped spoby because of the ending, but I hope this video makes you remember how epic this ship will always be. I don’t ever regret a second of shipping this iconic couple because I have met so many talented, amazing, close friends because of Toby Cavanaugh and Spencer Hastings.

That being said, there are some special people that I want to give a shout out to (and I’m probably going to forget some ugh). These blogs have always made some amazing contributions to the spoby fandom and I smile whenever I see them on my dash. I know this doesn’t make up for the finale, but I hope it will help you relive spoby’s most iconic moments and maybe put a smile on your face. :)

@allensbellisario @cavanuaghs @cavanaughstobias @spencerstobias @safeplacetoblog @houseofhastings @spoobes @surnmersbuffy @safe-place-to-land @spoby-20-1 @iwasalwaysaromantic @captainstydiaswanx @thousandtimesovers @sparklebubbleblonde @spobyficstalker @marstuart @thefaketeam @owcnhunt @bebrave-bekind @dreamsarefantasmic and of course @scrabble-necklace thank you for being such an amazing friend, Jess <3 


I forgot YYH had fun puzzles in between chapters

Finding Home - Epilogue



When two worlds collide and life is turned upside down, you’re faced with the reality that you may not be able to make it back home again to the one you love. But then a familiar face shows you that love can span more than just one universe, it can cross them all.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader, AU Cas x Reader

Warning: There will be ANGST, but this is a love story told with the ups and downs of what two people have to go through to find each other again, and the love that could be lost along the way. There will also be some strong language and light sexual references. It’s a slow burn this time.

A/N: I just wanted to thank you guys. I’m sorry to see this story end, but it was a fun ride while it lasted. Thank you to everyone who liked, reblogged, sent replies, messages, asks, and played along with the whole Team shenanigans. Little things like that make life so much more fun. So thank you guys. Love you lots!

Word Count: 2,293


Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4   Chapter 5  Chapter 6

Chapter 7   Chapter 8   Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Epilogue


When Cas stepped outside the school, the silence hit him hard. It was odd to notice such a thing at all because he had spent so much of his time alone. For years he had taken his classes and gone home to study, and the quiet had never bothered him then. Why did it seem like such an ominous presence now?

He carried his briefcase, moving just a little bit slower that evening, as he made his way down the front steps and began his walk home. The sun had set and the sky grown dark, the stars just peeking out from the shroud of nightfall. Though there were a few other people milling about, he didn’t see them. His eyes were cast down, absentmindedly watching the sidewalk a few paces ahead.

It was the sound of your voice that he missed, the music of your laughter that he tried so hard to win. The sound of his footsteps on the pavement was a lonely sound. They stood out against the hum of crickets that sang beneath the shelter of their bushes and the occasional car rolling by. Absent was the comforting sound of your heels clicking alongside his.

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Shine Forever - Monsta X Theory

Hello Hi Anneyong! After watching the Shine Forever MV, this is my sort of theory. Let me know what y’all think:

They are a group of friends who were planning to go on a trip so they went in 2 different vehicles. Minhyuk was with Kihyun, Wonho and Hyungwon and he was driving. Fast forward, the crash and Kihyun either dies or survives and gets lost. Wonho leaves Minhyuk in the car and Jooheon finds Wonho and asks where they were and what happened. Wonho explains about the crash and that Kihyun died (or got lost) and Jooheon and Wonho go back to Minhyuk to find Minhyuk with Shownu. Jooheon, Shownu and the others are angry and blame Minhyuk for Kihyun’s death, that’s why Shownu punched Minhyuk and Jooheon was angry. If we’re going with the theory of Kihyun getting lost, then the rest of the 6 find lights are try to bring Kihyun back to them, explaining the scene on 2:57 ish. If we’re going with the theory of Kihyun being dead, then it could be a tribute to his death, or them hoping that he’s not actually dead and hopes he finds them soon but Kihyun being blindfolded shows that maybe that Kihyun himself doesn’t realize that’s he’s dead (his spirit consoling Minhyuk and saying that it’s not Minhyuk’s fault 1:50 ) and he’s still with his friends but they don’t know about his presence explaining the scene on  2:18 and 2:29 to 2:35 . On 2:53 Kihyun senses all these lights that they lay out and he’s like why are they doing this and he’s getting a sense of something being wrong.  3:00 to 3:12 Changkyun, Jooheon, hyungwon and Minhyuk and others are hoping that Kihyun is not dead and waiting for him to find them, but they don’t realize Kihyun’s presence with them. 3:18 ’s and 3:24 ’s scene show’s that Kihyun realizes that he’s dead… The end XD. 

The timing mentioned in the text are the times in the video to refer to. Enjoy :))

You know how Bill’s tear partially regenerated Twelve into waking up at the memories of all his friends… I think Steven always planned something like that because he never really wanted Twelve to forget Clara completely. 

Remember how we all said that if his memory hadn’t been wiped by Clara, he’d have been labelled PTSD-Doc for the Christmas special and series 10. But Steven was clever, he made it work. 

Clara wiped his memories. But he held on to her like a half-remembered tune in your head.. You hum it on occasion but you’ve no clue what the lyrics are. Then comes Christmas and he’s with River, 24 years. Then she goes and he’s sad again. But hey, there’s Nardie looking after him! Then he saves Missy and checks her into rehab. He meets Bill Potts and adopts her into his TARDIS crew. They go adventures. He gives Missy a chance and everything…

Twelve dies and Bill saves him with a tear filled with healing. He recalls the faces of every face he’s ever loved. Yes, ‘loved’ is the operative word. (And some of you ignored the fact he also remembered Missy. Yes, she is his arch enemy but she was his friend. Time Lords are weird like that.)

He wakes up and he’s regenerating, except he doesn’t want to.

Why doesn’t he want to regenerate?

I think the PTSD caught up. I think he remembers the 4.5 billion years. Clara. River. Missy. Bill.

I think he’s done with “dying” and coming back as another person. 

But where did these feelings come from?

I think we are going to get our answer in the Christmas special.

Did you know how sad William Hartnell was when he left Doctor Who

“I will not change. I will not.”

Then he sees himself approach him. And he half-remembers this moment. The moment when First met a man in the midst of snowstorm. 

We obviously don’t know details but I think Steven is bringing everything full circle. I think Steven is paying tribute to that through Twelve’s unwillingness to “die”. Hartnell was heartbroken and Steven is having Twelve mirror him, especially as he is properly heartbroken after everything he’s been through. 

I am so excited about the Christmas special. I am so excited.

Out of all the people in their niche little group, Inari was the easiest to get annoyed at. He was so stupid! He didn’t get things, or he made such– such aggravating remarks! Futaba seriously didn’t get how Akira could just sit there and talk to the stupid fox-face, have an actual conversation with him and enjoy it.

“It’s easy,” he’d said when she asked in so many words, the clacking of dishes their only company. “Yusuke’s not so bad, Futaba, just strange sometimes.” He grins a little, using the back of his hand to brush his bangs that really need a good cutting out of his eyes as he looks over at her. “Some people could say the same about you.”

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Shit that wont leave my mind so im getting it out thete:Trimberly finding a wolf pup alone in the woods during one of their walks

Like the pup is just laying in the bushes and in the surrounding area they see foul play so they know the mother is no where around and it doesnt look like the rest of the pack is coming back (they hide in a tree and wait to see) and trini picks up the lil dude b/c she refuses to leave him (“he doesnt even have teeth kimberly! We’re taking him.”)and they take him back to the ship to be looked at by alpha

Obvi they keep the lil guy and raise him. Kimberly refers to him as their son(“trini your son is chewing up my English report!” “oh NOW hes MY son??”) and reminds the boys(alpha included) to be good uncles to their fur nephew and obviously they are by always buying toys,treats jason even brings lil Dante a spare mattress from his house for him to sleep on(“a bed fit for a king)

She introduces zordon to the pup "Thats your grandpa zordon.” (He pees on the morphing grid)

So dante grows up in the ship trotting around the woods while the rangers are at school/work(alpha and billy make him a transporting collar with all their ranger collars on it to get him back to the top)and taking on putties with his mothers and uncles during training.

Hes a hulking big guy. Black(zack claims is tribute to him) with a white patch on his left eye,a right foot and some random white pat hes throughout his body (jason trains him to use his markings as camouflage)

And when they all move out of their homes and into a house just outside of town dante comes with them more than willing to be with his moms anywhere they went

And thats how the rangers ended up with a wolf mascot 😂


but a mere brushing of skin
scent lingering too long
you came in contact for only a moment
it meant more: you were mine

send some signal, subtle
transmissions on unseen spectrums
tendrils creeping into my spirit
i’ve got the scent, i’ve found the trail

eyes locked for what seemed
like a bound eternity
a whispered “Excuse me”
exhaled with the heat from our lips.

empty crowd swarms about
the bump of your shoulder
left a ghostly cold feeling on
mine; begging to be touched.

unbroken chains, thread pulled
aligned stars portending a path
toward your touch, trembling in anticipation
i track your skin, a trail of scents

i could see your sheen
only a few seconds of splendour
glimpses of infinite dimensions
a golden hallway of potential futures: we

the noise filling the streets
is no match for the one in my head
thoughts of “you” race like
the finish line is only a step ahead.

chances like these don’t fall
in your lap like autumn leaves
destination lost a long a time ago
only the wind can take me where I belong.

you are the wind, and i, a hawk descending
the search for your form
full rushing of heated blood
i hear bells of your voice, enchantment

a hex on my heart, i hold to the heart
with only a moment’s notice,
my mind now set:
there is no other but you

i want to feel how my lips place each letter
of your name together as I call it out;
two words you whispered became
a song cycling in my head.

searching for your features
in a sea of unfamiliar faces
each bend, each crosswalk; a gateway
to what I’m looking for.

destinies, mathematical drive toward sure equation
denominators, enumeration, it should add up to us
determine the direction, something saved
steeped in the fragrance of eternity found

attribute, a sacred symbol of your self
somehow slipped from your form
a tribute to track you with
will it mean enough to make you turn back?

answers to questions I didn’t dare ask
started with you and ended with us
if like attracts like, will the laws of nature
work to bring us together?

the absence of the shield protecting
me from the breeze sends uneasy,
restless chills ‘round my neck and inch by inch
down my shivering spine; desperate search for my…


Written by : @riadovoidostoevsky and @denmysterywoman


It’d all started during training. Cato, the blond boy from District 2 started making remarks to everyone that you’d be his kill. Which you didn’t really understand because you’d only had one conversation with him–if you could even call it that–right before the tribute parade. 

In fact, he’d been the one to approach you! He talked about your clothing choices, or rather lack there of seeing as how your stylist had decided to design a barely there outfit and it happened to catch his attention. He was never mean or crude, which made you feel a little bit better because you felt extremely self-conscious in the outfit; instead, he was rather sweet and almost kind, this all made his harsh demeanor the next day that much more shocking. 

After hearing that you’d wondered what you did that caused him to snap, was your company really that bad? 

Next thing you knew you were standing on the podium almost all the tributes looked between you and Cato, wondering if he’d kill you right away or if he’d drag out your death. 

In the beginning, you hadn’t really worried about it, but now as you watched the countdown you were terrified. The count hit zero and you bolted towards the forest, screw the weapons you’d find something later. Just as you thought you were safe you were tackled from behind. 

You let out a groan as you hit the ground but quickly flipped around to your back if you were gonna die you were at least gonna look your killer in the eye.

But it wasn’t Cato who attacked you, it was some other career tribute. She didn’t have any weapon, instead, she loomed over you with a jagged rock in one of her hands. 

You tried to fight her off but she used her knees to keep your hands pinned down, she brought the rock down once but you managed to move your head just in the nick of time to avoid the killing blow. 

You squirmed around desperately trying to avoid dying. She lifted the rock once more over her head but before she could bring it back down she was pierced through the chest with a spear. She fell off of you and you rushed to your feet pulling out the spear from the dead girl as you did so. 

You turned to your savior and pointed the spear at him. 

“Put it down, you don’t even know how to use it,” Cato said reaching behind him. 

“Seems simple enough, pointy end goes in you.” You said keeping the end trained on him. 

He rolled his eyes. “Here, I remembered you were better with these.” He said extending a set of knives that he pulled out from his pocket towards you. When you refused to reach out for them he let out a sigh and tossed them at your feet. 

“I’m not gonna kill you.” He told you. 

“Forgive me for not believing you but, considering all your comments in the training room I really doubt you’re being sincere.” You said trying to keep your hands steady with minimal success.

“I had to make sure you were gonna be okay, that no one else would try to kill you. I was trying to protect you.” He explained, he placed one hand on the end of the spear and gently pointed it towards the ground. 

“Why?” You asked. 

“Because you’re probably the only person who’s treated me like a person, not a career tribute, not an enemy or temporary ally. I feel like an actual person when I  talk to you. I knew I couldn’t risk anyone hurting you.” He explained “Take the knives and go. Hide. I’ll make sure none of them hurt you.” He said pointing back to the cornucopia. 

“Keep the spear too if you want. I’ll find something else to use. Just stay alive.” And with that last comment, he ran back the way he came leaving you alone with a spear and the two knives. 

You let out a shaky breath and held back tears; you live to die another day.

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For DWC! Dom!Solas "roleplaying" as Fen'harel with Lavellan in front of a Dread Wolf statue. Give me hair pulling, choking, spanking, diiiiirrrrrtttyyyy talk, ALL OF IT. Fuckin go wild with it. I need it

Glimpses: Or the Wolf’s Gonna Blow it Down


Rating: Explicit

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Solavellan

Warnings: Rough sex, Dom!Solas, choking, spanking, etc. 

Reader discretion advised.

Ellian knew exactly how to test him. She was cunning and quick-witted and always teasing. She’d invite him out on excursions in the field only to spend the entire time flirting and tempting him before pulling back. He wasn’t sure whether she was purposefully taunting him or not, but he was at his limit. What that meant, he wasn’t sure. They’d been physical before, in ways that pushed both of their limits, but somehow he still never had enough.

That morning he’d woken up to her straddling him, one brow raised, and though they’d rolled in the blankets for over an hour the actual sex had to be quick and easy to hide. They weren’t alone, after all.

But they were now. She’d brought him deeper into the forest on a mission to gather rare herbs, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off that perfect round of her ass shifting with every step. When she addressed him, turning slightly over her shoulder, he raised an eyebrow and forced his gaze away from her rear. She’d said something, probably. “Hm?”

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DAY 3271

Jalsa, Mumbai                     Mar 12/13,  2017                    Sun/Mon 2:28 am

Festivities for HOLI abound all over .. it is the time of year when there is celebration .. change of season, harvesting, and general cheer .. the colours bring in the otherwise dull countenance .. song and dance have accompanied all such occasions .. the freedom of liberating your inner constraints play over … mixing guests, forgiveness of old animosities, friendships bonded over, the consumption of the traditional ‘bhang’ and the joys of its after effects …

BUT ..

When adverse health conditions plague relatives, the celebration is stopped .. and so it shall be for us this time .. we pray yes, but we also respect ..!

The attention to the conditions at home with the health issues of relatives, kept me not too well informed with the other winners at the Zee Awards last night .. I just came in at the back of the stage, minutes before I was to be announced on stage, for bringing in a tribute to those we lost from the fraternity .. did my remembrance of those we had worked with, and who had left behind their own contributions to be cherished and kept in posterity .. and left the stage, only to be rushed back as the Best Actor was announced, graciously received it from Sridevi  and Bonny Kapoor acknowledged all those that contributed to the film PINK and left for the hospitals where relatives have been admitted - two different hospitals ..

ShahRukh had called in the morning before, asking me to drop by at his place for dinner .. the Founders and owners of Netflix were coming over and had expressed a desire to meet me, among others. I kept my word to him and did drop by. I do not think that Netflix biggies were even aware of who I was .. so completed a formality and met a few other friends - Karan, Alia, Vinod Chopra, Zoya, Imtiaz, Anand L Rai, Farah, Aamir, Ashutosh, Vidhya, Ronnie, Siddharth Roy Kapoor et al .. and left ..  and as I drive away, I get the opportunity to see many parts of the city which have eluded me for long and find many facilities fresh and new, eateries all over, bridges and flyovers for convenience .. and the younger generation hounding every feet of the environ about - on bikes, in cars, eating by the wayside, walking about .. free in mind and thought .. laughter and music around them .. its a live surrounding .. and I am talking past midnight .. the roads are traffic snarled, but happily so .. its just so wonderful to see all this .. alongside also is the misery and the poverty - the pavements and dividers becoming temporary living quarters .. and this worries and pulls the heart .. you drown yourself in the music of your creation in the vehicle you travel in, and strain your neck to the multitudinous material that keeps the entire universe occupied - the mobile and the net !!

Somewhere though, those lasting visuals never leave you .. will they ever ??

What also notices that pass by are the bill boards .. each one larger than the other, placement challenged, content attractive to catch the eye for the commerce, or campaign, they all have reason .. some of mine are there in some generosity …

…..  and they do not need explanation or attempted description ..

The next do .. for they are of well wisher fame and they describe their love each Sunday .. a Sunday after missing out on the last one .. the Ef are there as always in large numbers promoting SARKAR 3 in interesting ways .. thank you so much, the Prashant and AG group .. you do understand that it does become difficult to invite you in after the gates shut .. there are some though that do get in, but its their first time and I relent ..

And this my fan from Iraq .. been here for almost 30 years or more .. runs a video store in his country, and started his business by showing my films first .. these are constants and can never be ignored .. his emotions I never challenge .. except I wonder why he feels that I am not bathing myself adequately .. because on each trip he brings bags full of soap !

There is a heaviness of heart and mind .. 

Amitabh Bachchan

Here’s my tribute to the films created by the amazing Studio Ghibli. A celebratory retrospective season is bringing some of Ghibli’s most beloved titles back to the big screen. I wanted to create a tribute to the wide range of films this amazing studio has produced rather than focus on just one. I really wanted to convey the positive themes that these films promote and I hope I’ve managed to achieve that.

She’s a Drummer? || Ashton Irwin

Originally posted by sexycliffconda

I M A G I N E 

You’re at a 5SOS concert with your best friend. She had convinced you months ago, as she bought you food, slept over a lot, and skipped dates with boys to go on ‘dates’ with you. You finally gave it and found yourself near the front of the stage, with your best friend shouting. You didn’t hate the band, surely, but you didn’t listen to them regularly like your best friend did. They were finishing up Invisible, with the fans shouting from the top of their lungs. You thought they were gonna explode them. 

“All right, okay,” Luke spoke in the mic, allowing his guitar to just hang. “We want to get a fan up here to play any instrument they want. We’re gonna try to play some Jet Black Heart up here.” Your best friend practically yelled at you to get up there. She knew that you really liked Jet Black Heart, even if you weren’t necessarily such a huge fan. She also knew that you were an amazing drummer. But, this is a fact kept between you and her as you didn’t really want many to know. 

“Anyone?” Ashton asked, grabbing his mic and leaving his drumset. He was the 5SOS boy you had you eyes on. Not only was he a pretty great drummer, but he was hot. That gorgeous curly hair, those hazel eyes- you practically felt in love with him. “Anyone wanna nominate their friend as tribute?” You saw your friend shouting and bouncing, pointing at you in the process.

“She would love to!” You friend shouted. You attempted to grab her arm and keep her down but it wasn’t working. She was way stronger than you and really wanted you on stage. And to her luck and your misfortune, you felt a spotlight hit you. 

“Ah, we have a tribute!” Ashton joked, chuckling as he gestured you over. “You can bring your friend, too.” Your best friend squealed and grabbed your hand, dragging you through the crowd to the barrier that was always set up to protect the stage. It was opened by the security, letting the two of you out and allowing you up on stage. Your best friend skipped to the boys and squealed while you reluctantly stayed behind her. You felt an arm snake around your shoulder, finding it to be Ashton. He looked at you and smiled, giving you a warm and calm gaze.

“Now what’s your name?” Ashton asked your best friend, who was under his other arm. 

“I-I’m (Y/BestFriends/N)!” She yelled, having fans yell in return at her excitement. The mic was then moved back to Ashton’s mouth.

“And you?” Ashton turned back at you, holding the mic close to your mouth. 

“(Y/N),” you said quietly, finding yourself go extremely shy. You didn’t really have stage fright, but this wasn’t your concert. Fans that aren’t yours were screaming and cheering, making your stomach twist. 

“Well then, (Y/N), your friend here nominated you as tribute,” Ashton laughed. You sighed, glaring at your best friend, who was blowing kisses at you. “So which instrument would you like to play?” You then pointed at his drum set and the stadium went wild with gasps and cheers. “Wait wait wait, hold on,” Ashton detached from you and faced your best friend. “She’s a drummer?”

“Best one I know!” You best friend mused, making you roll your eyes. “Go on, (Y/N), show us what you can do!” You shook your head at her, watching as Ashton went and handed you his drumsticks. Grabbing the both of them, you began twirling them like batons while going to the drum set. The crowd was cheering loudly, with the band giving you stares of admiration. 

“She’s… she’s not playing around,” Ashton said in shock. You took your seat on the chair and smiled at Michael, Luke, and Calum.

“Shall we?” You ask with a smirk. They all nodded and took their positions at their mics. You held the drumsticks up and clashed them on your count. “1, 2, 3, 4!” You began the opening drumming for Jet Black Heart, having Michael begin to sing soon after. Luke joined in the mixture as you passionately banged on the drum set. Your eyes were closed and you were in the song. When the chorus came, you held your arms up.

“’Cause I’ve got a Jet Black Heart,” Michael sang. “And there’s a hurricane underneath it-” you went back to drumming. “Trying to keep us apart…” You opened your eyes for a moment to notice Ashton staring at you. It made you blush, and kinda nervous. “I write with a poison pen, but these chemicals moving between us are the reason to start again!” You guys decided to stop there, being given a loud cheering soon after. 

“Give it up for (Y/N) everybody!” Ashton yelled. “That was absolutely amazing!” You stood from the chair and bowed, laughing a bit. You couldn’t believe that you actually did this. Stepping down from the drum set and going to Ashton, you offer his drumsticks. “No, you can keep these. You’ve earned them. Allow me to sign them first, though.” As he went to sign them, you were given hugs and praises by the rest of the band.

“You were an amazing tribute, like really,” Calum said, giving you a nice squeeze. He even high fived you and gave you his cute, cheeky smile.

“Seriously though, that was excellent!” Luke cheered, doing a little dance with his legs. You giggled as the two of you hugged. The guitar was in between you guys and you laughed at how awkward it was. “Sorry…”

“You’re very talented, (Y/N), I’m glad that I was able to hear your talent today,” Michael said humbly. “You should come back stage and eat pizza with us after the show. And bring your pretty friend with you.” You turned to see your best friend blush, looking away from the rest of you.

“Here you go, love,” Ashton said, handing you the drumsticks. He gave you a hug right after, a lingering and sweaty squeeze that you’ll never forget. Detaching, he held your shoulders and smiled. “You are really, really good.”

“Thank you!” You say, walking off the stage with your best friend and back into the crowd. The crowd around you was roaring, looking at the drumsticks. The band restarted Jet Black Heart and the crowds focus went back on them. You looked down at the signed drumsticks, and noticed a small piece of paper was wrapped around it. You took off the tape that kept it on and revealed what was in the paper.

meet me after the concert. here’s my number. hope to talk to you a lot, Drummer Girl x

hope you enjoyed! send me requests and a little love for our drummer boy, ashy! thanks for reading.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales REVIEW

The movie was everything I wanted and everything I had hoped for. It was hilarious at times, it tugged at my feels string, and I want to watch it again and again. Okay here we go with the review, I know some people were wondering about me posting the review for it, and I finally went to see it tonight with my best friend as a congratulations to passing my language arts GED test, yay me!

-We had thirty minutes of just trailers it was AWESOME. I’m stoked to go see Spider-Man, Cars 3, Despicable Me 3, and Transformers, they all look so promising.

-The entire let’s still the bank was the most epic fails of epic fails in history.  At least in Fast Five they knew how to steal a bank

-Jacks dialogue is all drunk, tired, and it goes to show he’s aging pretty badly.

- The beheading scene, I was laughing so hard I cried for five whole minutes.

-Dear whoever sat behind me thanks for kicking my seat, sincerely me.

-The compass I knew that thing had a special quality to it, next The Rum is going to be turning gold.

-Jack Sparrow has now helped two generations of Turners with their love life and I think that’s beautiful even if he thinks its the most horrible sight he’s ever laid eyes on.

Who are you?”
“My name is Henry Turner. Son of Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann.”
“Ugh! You’re the evil spawn of them two. Does mommy ever ask about me? Go on.

-Jack spied Elizabeth and Will kissing through the glass and said “That’s extremely revolting.” He still loves her and his comments about her personality and her boobs will not tell me otherwise.

-Trident of Poseidon being broken in half was the cure to everything, wow it should have been spoken about three movies ago.

- Armando Salazar,  WASN’T scary as Davy Jones, that man still gives me the chills.

-Elizabeth Swann and Will Turner  are FINALLY reunited and it feels so good! and I just realized that I totally did my waiting… 10 years of it… In Azkaban!!

-Question is Will Turners heart back in his chest?… or is it still in the other chest? I’m so confused, this must be explained.

-Now to think of it, I would have loved to see a mother and son adventure to free thier beloved husband and father together. It just makes me think did Elizabeth really just sit around at home waiting for her husband to show up once every ten years?! That lazy sod.

-Hector Barbossa you are the best damn pirate next to Jack that I love so much and you were free for twenty years before you found your daughter and sacrificed yourself so she could be saved. So sad, I fucking sobbed my heart out.

-The witch was there in two scenes and poof she went, but this part of the movie made total sense to me in the end:

-There’s the scene with the Witch where she asks Barbossa if he would die for his gold “Is it that important to you?”

And he responded: “I am a pirate. I’d die for my treasure”
And his last words with Corina:
“What I am to you?”
“A treasure”


-I need eight pieces of eight to bring back hector dammit!

-Carina Smyth and Henry Turner i SHIP HARDCORE! SO CUTE TOGETHER.

-Jack the monkey paying tribute to Barbossa was just a nail dug into your feels when you actually realize Hector isn’t coming back.

-Davy Jones in Will’s nightmares does that mean he’s truly not dead? Or maybe someone else is Davy Jones, does this mean another movie? Spin-off, etc?!

-Davy Jones was killed by Will Turner when Will stabbed him in the heart in World’s End but the question is how the hell did he come back from the dead?

-What happened with Angelica after she finds the Jack voodoo doll when it washed up ashore. She smiled slyly as she held the doll. So it means something right?

-My mind is blown with this logic; Pirates of the Caribbean At Worlds End  came out in May of 2007

Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Men Tells No Tales comes out on May of 2017.

It’s been ten years!

-So yeah there is my short little review for the movie, I know it’s not much but I thought it got right to the core of the movie, I really did enjoy it but it left a lot of questions unanswered.

I was thinking about royal families in the pokemon world and I had the idea that kings or queens would strive to have mythical pokemon by their side as a show of their power and/or worthiness to rule their kingdoms. 

Most,and what was the early practice, would bring gifts to shrines made out for the region’s own mystics with the hope that one would see into their heart and feel the desire to come forth to validate the monarch’s rule. Though some that perhaps were less than worthy of such a grace of presence would select trainers from their kingdom to seek out the rare pokemon and bring them back as tribute to the king and queen.

Thus started a dark practice of collecting pokemon that were deemed mystical and using them to show their accumulated power to rival kingdoms. Less and less rulers would be selected in the old ways of gift giving and instead preferred the new method of capturing the pokemon for their own use.

Perhaps it was this very practice that eventually drove the mystical pokemon to hide away from humanity much more than they once had in the past.