but i have the songs on my ipod

a-crafty-lass  asked:

Got any new OC art? Yours are all so neat!

Oh MY GOODNESS DO I

Okay, I am really amazed and honored that you asked about art for my ocs. Like, it seriously baffles me that you remember that I even have any consider I don’t ever post about them. But yes, I doodle them all the time. And you’ve given me a reason to share! That middle pick is all the ones I’ve already shared just combined. 

Thank you so much for this. I really appreciate it!!

  • Tony: I literally have one thousand questions. Why is Cap wearing headphones, what's wine and cheese club, and what is Pepper complaining about?
  • Natasha: You, mostly. How you never let her vent 'cuz you're always too busy trying to solve everything for her.
  • Steve: [shouting] You've fallen into a classic trap, Tony! Trying to fix a woman's problems instead of just listening to what they are!
  • Tony: [shouting back] Why are you yelling?
  • Steve: [holding up an iPod] Bruce put all of my records into this rectangle! The songs just play one right after the other! This is an excellent rectangle.
Shady Deals

“Are you saying that serial killers can’t be feminist?”

I sucked loudly at my drink, trying to get the rest of the nearly melted frappe. “No, that’s not what I’m saying.”

“Well what are you saying?”

“I mean, anyone can be a feminist. But once you go around killing people, it’s not like it matters anymore. Now you’re just a murderer, regardless of your views on gender equality.”

“I’d still rather be killed by a feminist.”

I laughed, “Why’s that?”

“Because,” said Liz, waving her drink in the air despite the looks she got from the other people in the cafe, “at least then I know i’m not being killed by some prick who’s twisted idea of justice is taking out my ovaries because I had an abortion.”

“Liz, you’ve never gotten pregnant.”

“My killer doesn’t know that!”

I unwrapped the cookie we bought earlier, broke it in half and handed the bigger piece to liz. In between bites, I asked, “Why is your killer taking your ovaries?”

“It’s his signature. He takes the organs as trophies.”

“Geez, Liz,” I laughed again, “I think you’ve given this too much thought.”

“Promise me, Joni,” she said, taking my hand, “Promise me that If I die before you, you’ll turn my corpse into a work of art.”

“Oh my God.”

“I want to be posed beautifully. I give you full permission to do what you will. Take out my organs. Skin me and lay my skin suit down next to me as if it were my lover. Just make me look good.”

“Liz!” I could see multiple heads turn in our direction. They must have thought we were crazy.

“I want to die in style.”

“Well,” I said, reaching for my phone, “That day will have to wait. It’s already two. Are you ready to go?”

Liz stuffed her half of the cookie in her mouth, red lipstick smearing a little. Then she chugged her drink and grabbed her purse.

The walk to the park wasn’t far, fifteen minutes, but it felt like an hour. I was nervous and liz could tell.

“So what are you trading again?”

“This,” I said, taking an old iPod out from my purse. It was in great condition- the screen wasn’t cracked, and it was only half full of songs. “The guy was willing to trade his old film camera for it.”

“Oh yeah,” she said, turning the iPod over in her hands,” I remember you saying something about wanting to get into photography. Why film?”

I smiled, “Film is superior to other mediums. It doesn’t lie. It doesn’t use microchips to convert a real image into digital; it is real. I’ll show you when I start taking pictures.”

Liz shrugged. She didn’t get it yet, but she would.

“Thanks for coming with me by the way,” I said, taking the iPod back as she handed it to me.

She nodded, “Buddy system is best. Do you know what the guy looks like?”

“He said he’d be wearing a black hoodie.”

“That could be half the people in the park, Joni.”

“Well, just keep an eye out.” We arrived at the park then, and sat down on a bench. IT was warm from the sun, and the warmth felt great on my back.

I scanned the park, looking for a black hoodie. There were many. Liz gave me a look that I knew meant, see? Half the park is wearing black. I just shrugged, and continued to look.

I was about to send him a text saying we’re here, on one of the benches. Are you here yet? When a shadow fell across me and Liz.

“Joni?” He asked. I stared at him. I couldn’t see his face under the hoodie. It was so dark underneath- like the jacket swallowed up any possible light that could have revealed his face.

As I continued to stare, I realized it was his face. Or rather, he didn’t seem to have one. I tried to be polite.

“Uh. Yeah, yes, I’m Joni. Can I see the camera?”

“Of course.” His voice was harsh, as if he’d been swallowing big gulps of sand. If sand had a voice, his would have been what it sounded like. “It’s in excellent condition. I took it earlier to be cleaned- it’s working perfectly.”

When he handed me the camera, the metal body was cold. Liz was frozen next to me. I looked through the viewfinder, opened the back to get a look at the aperture mechanism. He was right- it was perfect.

“Thanks,” I said, and handed him the iPod. When he took it from my hand, I could see his fingers. Black as shadows and just as insubstantial. Like smoke.

He nodded under the hoodie, and stuck the iPod in his pocket. I could feel Liz’s arm grasp mine suddenly, as if she was afraid he would pocket me too.

He took my hand then, and liz held on to me even tighter. I held my breath but all he did was shake my hand and say, “Pleasure doing business with you, Joni.” His hands were very soft.

I looked into where I thought his eyes might be. I could feel the heat on my cheeks and prayed no one else could. Finally he let go, and turned to walk away.

“Wait,” I said, placing a reassuring hand over Liz’s. She was worried over nothing. “I didn’t get your name.”

He turned around. For the first time, I realized he did have a mouth. He smiled, showing off rows of sharp teeth. “We have been called many things. But you can call us… Rick.”

“Bye, Rick. Maybe…”

“Yes?”

“Let me know If you ever have something else you’d like to trade.” I blushed again as I said it, but if Rick noticed, he just continued to smile.

“I will.”

The Song Stuck in My Head

❤ Soulmate Drabble (12/13) ❤

Originally posted by mc-gyu

Member: Wonwoo
Genre: So fluffy I may have cried writing it
Word Count: 489

You can hear your soulmate’s voice in your head, but only when they sing.


You had met your soulmate a long time ago. You and Wonwoo had been together since you were barely more than children. You’d heard him singing along to a song on his ipod and immediately fell in love with him. The thing was, you had been all the way in the front of the bus, and he had been all the way in the back. You hadn’t heard him singing with your ears. You had heard him with both your mind and your heart that day. That’s when you knew you were meant to be.

Since then you’d dated, gone on adventures with, even married each other. You’d been with him through all of his busy career, and him being in an idol group meant that he was singing pretty often, which meant that your head was never quiet. That could have been annoying, but it was a blessing. Even when you were continents apart, he was always with you. You were a little glad that he was a rapper, though, since rap didn’t really come through in your mind as loud. You couldn’t imagine what Seokmin or Seungkwan’s soulmates had to go through on a daily basis. You hoped they had some advil for the headaches.

Of course, Wonwoo could hear you when you sang as well. You didn’t do it nearly as much as he did, but sometimes when you were far apart you’d sing the song you danced to at your wedding softly as you cleaned up to let him know that you were thinking about him. Sometimes he’d sing it back and you’d have a little private duet thousands of miles away. You always joked that it was like a musical film where the two protagonists burst into song simultaneously no matter where they were.

You remembered the time when Wonwoo had broken his phone while on tour, and had resorted to singing you how he was doing. You sang back well wishes for him, and musically chastised him for dropping his phone into the toilet. He got a kick out of that one.

It wasn’t often that you were the one who had to leave, but at one point you had to go to a friend’s weekend getaway for her bachelorette party. You had had a great time, but you couldn’t help but miss your husband and the newest addition to your family. You were getting ready for bed on the last night of your trip when you heard something that made your heart melt. You heard Wonwoo singing the sweetest of lullabies to your infant daughter. It carried the tune of several familiar lullabies, but it was wordless and more of a vocal hum. Your heart filled with love for him (for about the millionth time). You couldn’t wait to get back to him and your baby. You sent him a quick text to say goodnight, and fell asleep dreaming of his embrace.  

- Marcy

So as some of my followers know, music is a big part of my art process and some people have asked if I could share my playlists for my respective ships, I originally started the playlists on my own ipod but i’ve since put them up on spotify so that I can share them! Here’s the links to each of the one’s I have, and I will always be adding music onto them as I find songs that inspire me. 

Clexa

Supercorp

Wayhaught

Sanvers

Cophine

Bonus:

Trimberly

I will also make a direct link to this post on my tumblr home page for easy access and future reference! 

Feel free to suggest songs you think fit the characters, I’m always looking for new stuff to add! And if anyone is curious about my music choices I’m always up for answering questions like that. 

10

Yesterday we drove from Oakland up to Eureka (with a detour along the Pacific Coast highway for a bit - very winding and scenic), with a stop along the way at Confusion Hill!

Friends, you may not believe me (though, I have a witness!), but while driving we were listening to my iPod on a shuffle of 1000+ songs. JUST as we passed the first sign for “Confusion Hill - 1 Mile”, what starts playing but “All-Star”. Swear to god. We pulled in to the parking lot still singing along.

Top row: Is Seeing Believing? (Really enjoyed the liberal use of question marks throughout the place.) Bill surveys the parking lot and snack bar. A visit with Bill.

Second row: the Gravity House is actually pretty disorienting. (I experienced some vertigo, for real.) Bill lurks in many places. A sign that struck me as extremely Stan-like.

Third row: the original Cipher Hunt puzzle! (Not pictured, selfies of both of us giving it the finger.). And, photo of Alex and the crew visiting!

Bottom: what I left in the treasure box (Pines family portrait, needle-felt plaidypus and eye-bat, eight-ball keychain, an assortment of puffy stickers, and rainbow slap bracelets). I took a friendship bracelet, Bill sticker, real sand dollar, “gold” coin, and lump of pyrite. (Like the stickers I left, others had left piles of things for multiple folks to take. But most amusing was the sometimes clearly last-minute search for something to give in exchange for taking, such as the road map of Missouri.)

The plaidypus and eye-bat got taken almost as soon as I put them in. I feel like it’s somewhat fitting that they went to a boy of about 12-14 with curly brown hair (and his younger brother), who were excited to see them.

All in all, Confusion Hill was a ton of fun. It was just the sort of place I’d hoped it would be. I highly recommend it to all.

Today: Redwoods National Park, and perhaps the Trees of Mystery!

(Now: lets see if frickin Tumblr mobile will post this on a fourth attempt.)

“The Lyrics to my Music” - Prologue

Pairing: Suga x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Slight smut and angst in future chapters.

Summary: One day you lose your notebook, the most important item you own, it’s filled with exactly 68 lyrics that you wrote, all of them extremely personal to you. Later that same day you discover an iPod filled with different songs with no lyrics. By some strange coincidence that iPod belongs to the same person who discovered your notebook of lyrics. This would cause the two of you to meet and form a friendship. Or maybe even something more…

A/N - Okay here it is! The prologue to my first imagine! I really hope you like it and any feedback would be very appreciated! 

Next chapter is going up next week!


Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

[Y/N]’s POV

All of us have, at some point of our lives, felt the feeling of panic. Whether it was because we were scared of something, or because we missed an important event, or because we lost something. Well, take that feeling and multiply it by a hundred - that’s how worried I was when I realized that my notebook was gone. It was so strong that it made my stomach turn and cold sweat to cover my forehead. My legs were shaking as I was standing next to my parked car digging through my backpack like a crazy woman.

 My eyes were filling up with tears when I finally gave up realizing that my most treasured possession is gone. This notebook was basically my journal, keeping every single one of my secrets. The only difference being that instead of journal entries, it was filled with song lyrics. Exactly 68 of them.

 And now they’re all gone! All my secrets, my dreams, all my fantasies - my deepest darkest thoughts - they were all gone!

 I tried to trace my steps back to when I last remember using it, which was this morning. I took it with me to the park and after my morning jog I sat down on a bench, right next to the lake and spend an hour or two writing.

 Then I went back home to my apartment and when I opened my backpack, my notebook wasn’t there. So I decided not to panic and went back to the park, but by the time I got there it was gone.

 I groaned in frustration. Why the fuck would anyone take a random notebook they found on a park bench?!

 Angry and confused I went back to my car and started digging through my backpack again, in hopes that maybe I just didn’t see it the first time.

 Which leads me to where I am right now - sitting in my parked car, banging my head against the steering wheel with people walking by me completely oblivious to my struggle.

 After about 20 minutes of me banging my head against the steering wheel, crying my eyes out and pulling on my hair in frustration, I tried to tell myself to relax. I told myself that everything is going to be okay, because I wrote my phone number on the inside cover of the notebook back when I bought it, so if anyone did find it they would text me. Hopefully.

 And you might think I’m overexaggerating  things. But I am not! As sad as it sounds, this notebook has like my best friend ever since I bought it 3 months ago. My safe place. And just knowing that right now someone else is holding it in their hands drives me crazy.

I spent a few more minutes trying to calm myself down. But when I looked at my watch I - for the second time that day - panicked. It was 10:55. My work shift was starting in 5 minutes! I started the car engine and headed to work, going as fast as I can without going over the speed limit.

 I work at a small Italian restaurant owned by a very large Italian family. They were mostly nice to me. But even though I’ve worked for them for 3 years now, we never really talked a lot.

 I arrived at work at 11:05. Even though I was late, I was still proud of myself for being - almost - on time. I walked into the kitchen and put an apron on, ignoring the angry look the owner’s wife (who was also the cook) was giving me.

 The rest of my shift was pretty uneventful. I was serving food, cleaning up tables, sweeping the floors and even managed to clean up a few toilets. But I was also checking my phone every 10 minutes or so, to see if anyone has found my notebook.

 But as more time passed, hours and minutes rolling by, I couldn’t help but start losing hope about someone actually finding my journal and texting me about it. 


 It was about 7:15 - exactly 15 minutes before my shift was over and I could finally go home. No one has texted me about the notebook yet, and I was slowly starting to panic again. But work helped a little, at least it was a distraction.

I had one more table left to clean. It was a small table for one at the middle of the restaurant - nothing particularly interesting about it.

That was, until I noticed a small device with a pair of earbuds plugged into it. An iPod - I realized. I didn’t pay it a lot of attention at first and thought that I would just give it to the owners and tell them that someone lost it. It happens often - people losing their stuff and then coming back the next day to get them. 

But then, an unexpected feeling of curiosity hit me. Maybe it was, because I, myself, lost something today and I kind of wanted to replace it. Or maybe it was because the idea of someone else’s iPod, maybe containing just as much secrets as my notebook, interested me. Of course I knew that it might just be full of random songs with no real meaning, but I still decided to take it. 

I looked around to see if anyone was there, because I knew I would get in trouble if the owners see me taking it. When I saw that there was no one there I quickly put it in the pocket of my jeans and finished wiping the table. 


Yoongi’s POV

It wasn’t panic that I felt when I realized my iPod was gone, it wasn’t sadness…it was anger that I felt. After I realized I forgot it at the restaurant it was already 8:00 PM. I drove back to the restaurant, as soon as I could, but when I asked one of the waiters to check for it on the table that I sat earlier that day he came back empty-handed with and apologized, telling me that he asked the other waiters and the owners if they had found anything but they all said no. 

I collected all of my remaining sanity and gave the waiter a quick “thank you”, before storming out of the restaurant absolutely furious at myself for forgetting it. 

The iPod wasn’t anything too expensive or important, it was what was inside that was important to me. In it, was every song I have ever composed, none of them have lyrics (I’m still working on that), but still, they were important to me. 

And yeah, I know, I have the music sheets for all of those songs at my studio, and I can play every song whenever I feel like it, but that iPod was different. I was using it to try and come up with lyrics while listening and re-listening to my songs. 

Usually I’m great with words so I don’t really have a hard time coming up with lyrics. But this time was different. It was different, because in my music I expressed certain emotions that, as hard as I tried, I just couldn’t express with words. 

And now I was standing in my car, in front of the restaurant, wanting to punch myself in the face for being so distracted! 

I sighed and looked around the car, until I found what I was looking for. The notebook. I found it earlier today on a park bench, I know I should’ve probably just left it on the bench and leave, but it was about to rain and I didn’t want it to get wet so I took it with me. 

I didn’t have enough time to look at it, and I knew I probably shouldn’t, but the way it looked made me really curious. 

I took it and put it in my lap, looking down at it. What if it was someone’s diary? I shouldn’t be doing that. But then again, is there really anyone above the age of 10 who keeps secret diaries? 

 I looked at the cover carefully. It was a completely ordinary notebook, decorated with a lot of random doodles and random quotes written all over it. I carefully ans slowly, as if it was made out of glass, opened the notebook to the first page. 

“A letter to my future self”

It said at the top. And I thought that this was, for sure, someone’s diary, because that would be the kind of stuff I would write if I had one. But as I started reading it, sliding my gaze over the words carefully, as if worried that I’m going to read something I shouldn’t, I realized that it wasn’t a journal entry, but rather a poem. And as I kept reading, absolutely fascinated by the way that person used their words, I realized that it wasn’t really a poem either, but song lyrics. It was structured like a song, and it sounded like a song, so it must be…a song. 

When I finished the poem I closed the notebook again and put it aside. I still think that this might be someone’s diary! I just can’t help it! They way the song was written was absolutely stunning, but I feel like it was just a journal entry covered in a lot of metaphors an rhymes. But the way that person wrote it was just so…intoxicating. There are so many words I could use to describe it, but intoxicating was definitely the best. 

I looked at my watch - 8:45 PM. I sighed, remembering my lost iPod. It was time for me to go home.  

I put the notebook aside, giving it one last look before starting the car. 


 3 hours later, I’m laying on my bed, the notebook sitting open on my lap as I was reading through it. I’ve read through 4 of the songs since I got home, each of them getting better and better. Right now I was on a song called “Lights”. It was really deep, but really good at the same time. 

As I was reading it I realized that a lot of the lyrics probably would make a lot more sense to people who actually knew the person who wrote them, because a lot of them seemed to be holding a very personal meaning, but a lot of them could also be interpreted in a lot of different ways. 

For example, I have been rereading the line:

“The lights saved me when nothing else did.” 

I’ve be rereading it so many times that I memorized it perfectly. I was trying to understand the meaning of it. Maybe by lights, the author meant stage lights and that performing was what saved them from dark times. Or maybe by lights the meant people in their life. Or maybe they meant something completely different and I just couldn’t understand it. 

I got so into the songs that I got out a pen and started scribbling down little notes next to some of the lines. 

And as I finished reading “Lights” I realized for the fourth time that night, that the person who’s notebook that was, is an incredible writer. I absolutely fell in love with the way they write. It was just so addictive and they really had a way with words. 

I yawned and lied down in my bed. I was exhausted, but I really wanted to keep reading…

I decided to reread the first 2 songs to see if I can find a new meaning in them and then go to sleep. But when I opened the notebook to the first page I noticed something on the inside cover that I didn’t notice the first time. There was a phone number written in a glittery blue pen, and above it it said:

If found, please text:

I didn’t know what to do. 

I knew the right thing to do was text the person and tell them that I found their notebook. But I really, REALLY didn’t want to give it back! Also, I already wrote inside it. 

And then there was also the thought of actually meeting the person who was behind those words and actually talk to them… It sounded ridiculous, even if I did meet the person they would probably just want their notebook back. Also, I shouldn’t have read it anyways so….

But it sounded so amazing! I really, really want to meet that person! I want them to explain to me exactly what each song means! 

I sighed at what I was about to do next. Before picking up my phone.

My first message was a simple:

“Hello!”

Then I decided to explain exactly who I was and why I was texting them:

“My name is Yoongi and I found your notebook on a park bench today…”

I immediately got a response back:

“OMG! REALLY! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!”

“Wait, did you read anything that was inside?”

I should say no! I really should! Just say no and give back the notebook and the two of you would completely forget about it the next day.

“Yes, actually.”

“I’m very, very sorry!”

“And actually I was wondering something…”

“Can we maybe meet someday so you can explain some of the meanings behind your songs to me?”

“I promise I’m not a creep! Or a serial killer! I just really like your work!”

I wanted to facepalm myself as soon as I sent the last message. Why would I do something like that? I don’t like people! And I don’t like talking to people! And I especially don’t like meeting new people! So why the hell did I want to meet this random person so badly?

The realization hit me as soon as I asked myself the question. It was, because as I was reading the lyrics, I didn’t just become interested in the meanings behind them, but I also became interested in the person who wrote them.


[Y/N]’s POV

I was lying on my living room couch with my headphones on. My button was hovering over the play button of the iPod for  minutes now. I turned it over in my fingers to look at the back. “Suga” was written on it in a black permanent marker. I didn’t know what it meant, but it kept reminding me that this was actually someone else’s property. 

I took a deep breath and finally pressed the play button. 

There was silence for a moment. But then it was interrupted by the sound of a piano. It was a song. A song with no lyric. Only music. 

And I couldn’t deny - the music was beautiful. Even though there was not a single word in the entire song, it was full of emotion. Emotion that was somewhat contagious. Emotion that somehow moved through my headphones to my ears and inside my body. 

I closed my eyes and imagined a person, their hands hovering over the piano, pressing each key carefully, gently, as if they weren’t touching a musical instrument, but the love of their life.

My heartbeat was getting faster and my eyes were filling up with tears. 

The song was hypnotizing. Contagious…

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the loud beep of my phone, informing me that I have a text. 

I immediately removed my headphones and at the speed of light, I unlocked my phone. 

“Hello!”

It said.

“My name is Yoongi and I found your notebook on a park bench today…”

I responded immediately, almost jumping off the couch in happiness:

“OMG! REALLY! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!”

But then another thought hit me, that for some reason made me nervous:

“Wait, did you read anything that was inside?”

I sat on the floor, drumming my fingers nervously, waiting for a response:

“Yes, actually.”

“I’m very, very sorry!”

“And actually I was wondering something…”

“Can we maybe meet someday so you can explain some of the meanings behind your songs to me?”

“I promise I’m not a creep! Or a serial killer! I just really like your work!”

The messages came one after the other so quickly that I didn’t have enough time to react properly to any of them. He read my lyrics! And he likes them! He likes them so much that he wants to meet me?!

In any other situation I would have said no. But after all, this Yoongi guy found the most important object I own. And I was so happy and thankful that I was willing to do almost anything in return.

“Okay…”

I answered simply after a few minutes of thinking.

“Really?! Thank you so much!”

He answered. 

“Of course:)”

I replied before turning off my phone and putting my headphones back on.

*Posts this 6 months after drawing it*  Have some Klance finally done with saving the universe.  Time to post-stress drink themselves in to a 10,000 year cryosleep.

A 10 minute ipod challenge to This Song.  I wasn’t going to post it but I owe @artisticallyreadyandenthused my entire soul so what she says goes.

YANDERE SONGS

HOLY SHIT MY TIME HAS COME

I ACTUALLY HAVE A FEW YANDERE PLAYLISTS ON MY IPOD ALREADY??????

ANYWAY, YANDERE SONGS (PERSONAL FAVES ARE BOLDED)

  1. Neighbor - Mother Mother
  2. Obsessed with you - The Orion Experience
  3. Under My Skin - Jukebox the Ghost
  4. Big Bad Wolf - Aesthetic Perfection
  5. Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge
  6. An Unhealthy Obsession - The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra
  7. Every Breath You Take - Chase Holfelder
  8. Happy Together - SPiN
  9. The Devil Within - Digital Daggers
  10. True Love - ThouShaltNot
  11. The Dismemberment Song - Blue Kid
  12. I Hold Your Hand In Mine - Tom Lehrer
  13. Be My Friend - One-Eyed Doll
  14. One of Those Crazy Girls - Paramore
  15. The Horror of Our Love - Ludo
  16. I Can’t Decide -  Scissor Sisters
  17. Toy Soldiers - Marianas Trench
  18. Obsession - InnerPartySystem
  19. E.V.O.L - Marina and the Diamonds
  20. Bust Your Kneecaps - Pomplamoose
  21. Pacify Her - Melanie Martinez

AND SOME FROM THE YANDERE’S TARGET’S POV FOR GOOD MEASURE

  1. Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing - Set It Off
  2. Leave Me Alone - Alexander Rybak
  3. Tag You’re It - Melanie Martinez

Do you ever get reminded of a song, but like you cant remember the name of it or even who sings it and all the lyrics you do remember are too ambiguous to even google so your just end up driving yourself crazy trying to figure out what the song is called

Namjoon Scenario: Opposites.

Request: Namjoon fluff where you bring good luck and Namjoon brings bad luck (bc of his clumsiness) and you both are tired of it so when you two meet everything balances out.            

Genre: Fluff / Romance


The world was a harsh place for those who weren’t on good terms with luck, oh if Namjoon knew. He was a loner by choice, because not many people wanted to be around someone who attracted accidents and misfortune with only showing up and breathing, his only companion had been the bad luck weighing on his shoulders, floating around his form like a dark cloud while he went tripping and crashing on almost everything he could do so.

Namjoon tried his best to be attentive, to not let his clumsiness take everything around him down, but it was as if he carried a curse of sorts. He remembered complaining about his bad luck out loud when he was younger and his mother was around, she had laughed softly and told him that he could make something out of it, to make that bad his and turn it into a good thing and in all the years that followed, Namjoon was still trying to do what she’d told him, trying to find his strength in every broken cell phone and lost shoe.

That particular morning he was feeling hopeless and annoyed, there hadn’t been any rain announcement but there he was, drenched from head to toe because he went out and the clouds decided to play a joke on him, he’d lost the bus to his seven am class so he was also going to miss a test that was going to cost him twenty percent of his final grade if he was lucky, and he was never. Namjoon sighed, squeezing a corner of his shirt while he was almost at the bus stop, only to have a car driving fast by a rain puddle and getting him even more wet.

–Fuck this shit! – he groaned at the same moment you were arriving to the bus stop. He noticed your presence because you laughed at his outburst and then you were taking a small towel out of your gym bag and handing it to him.

–Here, seems like you need it–

Namjoon stared dumbfounded at the towel and then at you smiling prettily, yes, he needed it and for the first day of his life, he didn’t feel so stuck on his bad luck.

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WELCOME! SO WHO ARE THE BROBECKS?
My little indie rock and roll outfit from Salt Lake City.

WHERE DID YOU COME UP WITH THE NAME?
It’s a homage to an unpopular individual i knew of as a youth. Or just a homage to the unpopular in general.

I AM VERY IMPRESSED WITH YOUR BAND. I ESPECIALLY LIKE YOUR NEW SONG ’DON’T LIKE YOU ANYMORE’ IS THIS GOING TO BE ON YOUR NEXT CD?
I hope so, a lot of songs I really enjoy may not make the cut. Keep your fingers crossed.

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Side to Side {Yoongi One Shot}

Originally posted by scartic

A/N: I have returned! And y’all thought I wasn’t gonna write anymore. Well, school is almost done, and I have many ideas reeling in my head. Also…istg this started out as fluff, but I figured I’d take a crack at smut, so I’m really nervous how this turned out. I’d like to add that also kinda has a soundtrack (I was inspired by many songs, so if you want to know them, let me know)

Genre: smut? (idek if it’s that good though) 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 2294


Bzzzt. I turned my head towards my bedside table, where the origin of the buzz came from, confused as to who would text me at this time. Granted it is 11 am, but it’s a Wednesday. Most of my friends should be working at this time..or sleeping, considering it was summer break. I reached for my phone, picked it up, and saw that it was Yoongi.

“Well well well…what a surprise” I noted sarcastically. I unlocked my phone to read his message.

Yoongi: Bring your earphones and iPod.

You: What?

Yoongi: I’m outside, hurry up.

What the hell? Surely he isn’t outside.

I didn’t know if he was telling the truth or not, so I decided to get up out of my bed and walk towards my bedroom window. The moment I moved my curtain to the side and peeked out, there he was. Standing on my front lawn, his back to my window.

“Are you serious?” I scoffed. I stood in disbelief not knowing what to do, until he turned around, looked up, and gave me a smug smile. He raised his wrist and tapped it, signaling for me to get a move on. “Shit…I gotta get ready.” I rushed all around my room in my pajama shorts and tank top, figuring out what to wear. I ran to my drawer to grab a random pair of underwear and bra, not caring if they matched, and hurriedly changed into them.

Bzzt. My bedside table vibrated again. I ran over to check my phone.

Yoongi: Love the pair..

You: huh?

Yoongi: Purple and white lace for the top, pink polka dots for the bottom. ;)

I looked down and realized he perfectly described my bra and underwear, and typed angrily into my phone

You: WHAT THE FUCK YOONGI!

Yoongi: Hey…you left your curtain wide open for your neighborhood to see. I’m just enjoying the show. Besides, it’s not like that’s the first time I’ve seen that bra and underwear.

I shot my head up and saw that I did leave the curtain open, all because Yoongi decided to show up without a notice. I ran to the window, and yanked the curtains closed.

Curious as to see how hot it was outside, I checked the weather on my phone.

“Great, 100 degrees. Shorts it is then.” I murmured.

I grabbed my favorite pair of shorts, and ran around my room looking for a shirt when I spotted a white oversized tee. “I shouldn’t be too hot wearing this” I said holding the shirt up in the air. I ran to my closet and grabbed the first pair of shoes I saw, scrambled for socks, grabbed my phone and rushed to the restroom to put on my make up.

Bzzt bzzt. I felt the phone vibrate in my hand.  

Yoongi: Aww..what a shame, I was really enjoying the show.

Yoongi: Also, time is money.

“Oh shut the fuck up” I hissed.

I put on my makeup, and bolted down my stairs. I ran around the living room, looking for my iPod, earphones, and charger. Once I spotted them on the coffee table, I grabbed them and made my way to the front door. A blast of hot air welcomed me to the outside world.

“What the hell Yoong!” I walked towards him. “It’s Wednesday morning! Why?”

He looked at me unbothered, “What were you doing?”

What was I doing? Why does that matter? Why did he have to drag me out of bed? “Nothing, bu-” 

“Exactly.” he interrupted. “You were free, so why not?”

“You could have texted.” I eyed him down, hoping he would see my point.

“I did.”

“EARLIER!”

And like the savage he was, Yoongi started roasting me on how I waste my time in bed, have no life, don’t go out.. “Either way, you still would’ve been doing nothing”

I rolled my eyes. “ANYWAYS…why do I need all this?” I gestured to my iPod and earphones. Yoongi shooked his head. “Rule #1: No talking. Not even a sound, a peep..nothing.” I looked at him mysteriously. No talking? What does he have in mind? What are we going to do? Yoongi took my iPod out of my hands, pulled out an earphone splitter from his pocket and plugged the splitter into my iPod, and his and my earphones into the splitter.

“Rule #2: No choosing songs from the playlist. Let them all shuffle.” he added.

“Rule #3: Just go with it. And rule #4: If any of these are violated, unless needed, there will be consequences. Think of this as a friendly competition. A tally will be kept as to who broke the most rules.”

I looked at Yoongi questioningly  “What kind of consequences?”

“The usual.” He smirked and began walking.

The usual typically meant that one person has to do what the other wants for the rest of the day. While some days we don’t go too far, there are days where one is just screaming for the other to stop…or actually, to keep going.

I’ve had this iPod since I was 12. This means Yoongi is going to hear just about everything from then until now. And what can I say, there have been many phases: My kiddy pop phase, my indie phase, oh god…my emo phase. At least the majority of the music is danceable. The moment Yoongi taps the shuffle button, my heart drops.

Wait a minute! Oh shit! I haven’t heard this song in forever. The upbeat electronic feel, this totally came out when I was 13. My heartbeat begins to pick up with the energy and we start walking towards an unknown destination. As the song is playing, I’m really enjoying myself. Popping my shoulders, making flowing movements as we walk. I notice that even Yoongi is hooked on the beat a little. I wouldn’t blame him, this song is just so good.

I continue dancing down the streets and not caring about the looks I’m receiving from other pedestrians. Yoongi however, doesn’t seem to be bothered about my head rolls, arm movements, or even small body rolls.

As we continue walking, one of my favorite uplifting, optimistic song comes on. While it’s not an energetic pop song as the last one, nor does it have heavy electronic uses in it, this song is more acoustic and authentic in sound. No matter what mood I’m in, whenever I listen to this song I’m instantly happy.  

“OH, ANNA SUN, O ANNA SUN” I yelled. The immense happiness I feel hearing this song makes me feel like a young kid again. And while Yoongi isn’t really feeling the song, I think he’s too busy watching me enjoy the song. Trying to hide a smile, but ultimately breaks when I get close in his face and “WE GOT NO MONEY BUT WE GOT HEA AH AH ART!” I sang out of tune and moved my head left to right to left in sync.

“You’ve just broken a rule” Yoongi cocked his eyebrow, and smirked.

“WAIT! You said talking! NOT SINGING!” I refuse to be ordered around by Yoongi. The last time it happened…well, let’s just say I was left unsatisfied 3 times. There is no way in hell that that’s happening again.

Yoongi kept quiet at my protests, and raised his index finger to indicate the first rule, then puts it to his lips. Essentially telling me, to shut up.

By the time the song ends, we reach a bus stop. Why the bus stop, I thought. I mean…he knows how to drive. Until it occurred to me that every Wednesdays, the bus fare is reduced to ten cents. These are days that people typically ditch their cars and take public transportation. We waited no longer than 5 minutes for the bus to arrive. And boy was it packed. When we walked in, Yoongi and I squeezed between the crowd in the bus and settled between two parallel stainless steel bars that were there for support.

Yoongi decided to stand behind me. His arms coming around me to hold onto the bars in front of him, while I held onto the same ones as him. Our hands inches away from each other. It wasn’t until then that I realized the feel of the song that was playing. It was slow, sensual, and heavy. While it did have a feel of weightlessness to it.

I couldn’t breathe. The number of people in the bus…well, it was shocking how we could all fit. One small hand movement and you’d basically be groping someone. Perhaps that’s why Yoongi stood behind me. But still…my back to his front. The proximity between us: tight. The atmosphere: electric. I don’t know if it’s because Yoongi is standing so close to me, or that the two of us are hidden in plain sight that I start to feel daring. I smiled a wicked smile when an idea came to mind; Time to have some fun.

By the next song, just like its predecessor, it was slow, sensual, and heavy. But, instead of weightlessness, this song had a bounce to it. A bounce that I know I could dance to just by moving my lower body, and hips. I took this opportunity to finally tease Yoongi. I slowly backed into him and stuck my ass out for him to feel.

I started slow. Moving my hips from left to right to left, then a smooth and quick roll upwards. I followed the beat, having it instruct me on what to do. Hips swaying, sharply moving back and forth. Out of nowhere, I began moving my hips in a circular motion, making sure that every time I moved, my ass would grind on him. Side to side, left to right, back and forth, up and down. Slow, but steady.

I can feel his breathing hitch a little, especially when I would work my way up. As I backed my ass up into him, I could feel him getting hard. It didn’t help him that I was wearing my shortest shorts either because every time I stuck my ass out even more it felt like he was fucking me in the ass.

By the end of the song, he was more than turned on. I knew that if I continued, there would be no chance in hell that he would last. While other passengers were completely oblivious to what I was doing, Yoongi obviously wasn’t. I could feel him breathing behind me, on me. The soft hot air coming out of his plump lips. The very lips he uses to kiss me. Kiss my neck, my nipples…

His breathing was short and ragged. Yoongi was desperately trying to hide the fact that he was so turned on.

If we weren’t in public, at this time, Yoongi would have already gotten all my clothes off and have me then. Fucking me, hard and fast. He would nip at my neck as he was doing so. Kissing that sweet spot, undoing the tight knot that was starting to build within me. The feel of him kissing me is so realistic. His tongue putting light pressure, while also swirling around. Sucking at my skin that was starting to become sensitive.  Lost in the music and my own thoughts,  I didn’t realize that Yoongi nipping at my neck until I shot my eyes open and remembered where we were.  

Yoongi knew that if he were to continue, I would moan at any moment. “Rule #1: No talking, not even a sound.” Nope. Not again. I will not break this rule. I will not. Two can play this game. Time to up the ante. I decided to slow down even more that what I was originally moving to. Making sure that he felt every single movement.  When I grinded up against him, I made sure that he was able to feel his dick straining against my ass. And rather than hearing a sound from me, it came from Yoongi. YES! I BROKE HIM.

“If you don’t stop this, you’ll regret it.” He muttered in my ear. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and turned to his ear, “Don’t forget rules #1 and 3” I whispered and continued grinding into him. While it did start off as teasing Yoongi, I couldn’t help but think of all the things Yoongi would do to me.

Fuck me until I was just a mess. Slap my ass and ram into it like there was no tomorrow. Eating me out, or just simply make me cum by sucking my oversensitive nipples. At this point, I could feel my underwear getting soaked. Yoongi pulled me out of my thoughts the moment he let go of one of the steel bars and grabbed me by the waist. He closed any space that there was between us, and pushed himself more into me, and that’s when I let out a small moan.

“Shhh…people will hear” Yoongi responded. Probably happy that he was able to get a sound out of me. At this point, it was the two of us moving along to the music. Both going at it. Slow, gradual, and heavy. My mind was reeling at his intoxicating motions. The moment I was going to push myself into him, Yoongi opened up the space between us and turned to push the button to signal the bus driver to stop.  

We both made our way to the rear exit, got off the bus and continued with the day, praying that no one noticed what happened between us two.

Looking for new music to listen to?

Then let’s play a game.

Okay, so the rules are very simple. Choose a word which is specific to you. Whether that be your name (nickname), favourite colour, favourite actor/singer, favourite country, a food you like, the season of the year you enjoy most (autumn for me), whatever. Choose whatever is dear to you.

Once you’ve chosen, choose a song starting with each letter of the word (and link them [to Youtube, if you can] for convenience) then tag a friend to do the same. (If you can’t find a song to go with a letter, skip it, or just choose a song by an artist you like who’s name begins with that letter instead.)

The hope is that this will help to introduce people to new music they wouldn’t have found on their own. I’m a huge fan of KPop, and lately that’s all I’ve been listening to, and I sit there watching the MVs sometimes wondering “How the hell is this not more popular here? Who cares that it’s not in English, the beat/sound is incredible!“

So don’t be discouraged at recommending a song just because it isn’t in English (or whatever your first-language is). If it’s a song you like, then go ahead and list it. (I’ve listened to such a wide variety of songs in multiple languages. I only fluently speak English —thought I have basic knowledge of German and I’m presently learning Korean— but I have songs in: German, Japanese, Korean, Spanish and Chinese on my iPod right now that I regularly jam to.)

Okay, I’m rambling, but here’s my go at this. I hope someone who listens to these comes across at least one they like that they have never heard before. (If that happens and from then on you start obsessing over a particular group/artist because of it (happened to me with 비Rain, feel free to message me to spazz a bit. I would be honoured to partake in some fangirling with new people. :)

My word is: Orlando (Bloom — aka my first love. xD)

O — “Oh Nana” by K.A.R.D

R — “Really, Really” by Winner

L — “La Song” by Rain

A — “Aquaman” by Jay Park.

N — “Not Today” by BTS

D — "Dear Mama Don’t Cry” by Rain

O — “One of a Kind” G-Dragon

Also, feel free to do this multiple times if you want (with different words) just try and choose songs you haven’t chosen before. :D (I don’t have friends on here that I talk to a lot but I suppose I shall tag the last people I messaged: @kpopfan-antics @ilovezankie2040)

You’re Not There

Based on the song: You’re Not There by Lukas Graham

Word Count: 2080

Warnings: Angst. Death.

A/N: I had a weird day and was feeling super angsty/depressed. Then that song came on my iPod and I just… I just had to write.

Version en Español:Tú No Estás Allí


Her gratitude was etched into every worry line and wrinkle on her face as she hugged her little boy close. Over his shoulder, the woman stared up at Dean with watery eyes. “Thank you so much!”

With a little wave and smile, Dean turned and walked away. Another hunt and another win. Everyone made it out alive except for the monster. A year ago he would have celebrated with you. A year ago, he would have let your excitement at seeing a family reunited wash over him. A year ago, you would have wrapped your arm around his waist and guided him to the Impala with a beautiful smile painted on your lips.

A year ago, everything was different.

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Rapping- Mitch Marner

Originally posted by willynylanders

Ok so I had fun with this one and you know… Mitch! So let me know what you guys think! Enjoy!

Warning: Cusses

Anon Request: WOULD YOU PLEASE DO ONE WHERE MITCH CATCHES YOU RAPPING AND IS LIKE REALLY SURPRISED

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              Hotline Bling was calling your name from your iPod, so you blared it throughout the apartment as you started making dinner.

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0:13:

Jade: “We didn’t even know we were gonna write a new record.I was just at home and Dave still lived up north and he called me and he was like, ‘Do you wanna write a new record?’ and it was kind of out of the blue, and it was based on sort of where he was. I think he needed some kind of catharsis.”

Davey: “I was actually with you. Do you remember?”

Jade: “What, when you said that?”

Davey: “Yeah.”

Jade: “Well, okay. In person.”

Davey: “He was taking care of me, it was very kind.”

These new Yahoo Backspin interviews are fantastic, there’s one for every album and they’re full of gems like this (but also the same stories we always hear about the albums like Davey “no one knew Crash Love existed” Havok and Jade “I still have all the unreleased DU songs on my iPod” Puget.

nomnomcupcakesworld  asked:

Dude I am begging you to make more Latino Jason headcannons!!!!

ask and ye shall receive 

-jason totally pulls the mom move of waking up early and playing loud spanish songs while cleaning the entire place. like he goes hard don’t even try to get him out of the zone 

-both the batfam and the outlaws have come to dread waking up to the beginning of ‘bidi bidi bom bom’ bc they know what’s in store (yeah jason’s a selena fan fight me) 

-jason can cook a lot of different varieties of food, but his faves are stuff like tamales or pozole bc his mom used to make it for him when he was a kid (and he took up making it for her when she was going through withdrawal and when they had the money for ingredients)

-jason has a slight accent still, it comes from growing up on the streets and speaking a hybrid of english and spanish slang so he got teased a lot for it after bruce took him in. bc the kids knew he was different 

-he still is kinda self conscious about it, but if he’s really comfortable around the people he’s with then it’ll come out. so far, only roy and kori have heard it. bruce, dick and alfred have too but that was before his death

-when jason was still living in the Manor, one day he accidentally called alfred ‘abuelito’ while they were cooking together and got really embarrassed, but alfred told him it was perfectly fine. (and he may of teared up some but shhh) 

-jason also calls him abuelita whenever alfred mother hens him and alfred cant even nag bc it’s just nice to have jason home 

-jason also calls kori ‘princesa’ as a little nickname. when roy complained about why he didn’t get a nickname too he also got princesa

-jason lowkey loves spanish soap operas he will watch them and get invested in the story but none of his fucking friends believe him when he tries to explain what’s going on bc it sounds so absurd they just think he’s pulling their leg

-jason still hasn’t called bruce any version of being his father since coming back, but he will call him ‘papas fritas’ because bruce is ‘one salty son of a bitch’ 

-one time jay left his ipod at the manor and the whole batfam kinda shuffled through jason’s music out of curiosity and it was all pretty normal classic rock, thrown in with some modern pop (a lot of niki minaj tbh which was unexpected but also expected) but then dick finds a playlist labeled ‘workout (hardcore version)’ and it’s just the song gasolina by daddy yankee listed ten times.