celebrities and their things

when jeremy jordan’s voice does that thing where it soars up impossibly high and just, like,,, stays there for an impossibly long amount of time and spreads its wings to encompass and embrace and protect all of mankind while the instrumental is flying around underneath it trailing beautifully colored ribbons and banners and celebrating the glory and power it brings

Or that thing where it’s hopelessly high but it’s soft and gentle like a shooting star appearing in your sky for a split second before vanishing into the night

Or that thing where it’s bouncing with energy and confidence and laughing at the world and shaping the lyrics like they’re everything he’s ever wanted and he’s got then in his grip

Strength and Guidance

Part One of One Dance (A Check Please Soulmate AU where songs sung by your soulmate get stuck in your head) Also on AO3

Read Polyfarms companion fic here

For @ransomwee Prompt: Celebration.

Justin is a junior in high school. He knows exactly three things about his soulmate. One, she’s around his age. Two, she’s definitely American. Three, she has a thing for musical theater. 

Ever since puberty. Everybody stares at me. Boys, girls. I can’t help it baby.

Justin, or Ranser as his hockey team knew him, sighs. He’s knee-deep in a practice SAT test. He knows his soulmate is American, so that’s where he’s planning to go for university. Even if they don’t end up at the same school, it’ll be exponentially easier to find her if they don’t have an international border between them. 

So be kind. And don’t lose your mind. Just remember. That I’m your baby.

Allow me to kiss your hand, be your man,” Ranser interrupts. “You know, I’ll understand…You see where I’m from, WC, I’m from Nigeria,” he murmurs. “Omo, you know say na criteria.” 

Justin doesn’t know what skipping ahead in a song does to the music inside his soulmate’s mind. But he’s not one for singing,really. He finds the songs that suit his message and sticks lyric-less songs otherwise. Many reactionary music genres nowadays were mainly instrumental to resist the idea of finding soulmates through consumerism. It’s not that he didn’t care about his soulmate. But it’s one less thing to worry about if he has separate music for communicating with her and for enjoying for himself. Afrobeat has been particularly effective in balancing out her more…exuberant tunes. 

He can’t fault her for her love of Lady Gaga, but priorities take precedent over fun time. As if she understands his protests, the music dies down. Justin takes a deep breath, resuming his test. He can only hope she doesn’t do this during the real exam time. Although most administrators were understanding, it was a three strikes policy for singing during an exam. 

If there’s one thing Justin’s learned about his soulmate, it’s that she sung everything she felt. 

_/.\_ 

“What if I got a double major in music and economics?” Adam, or Birker, asks his teammate, Hobbs, one movie night his last year in Juniors. 

Hobbs eyes him incredulously. “Why?” 

Adam shrugs, “my soulmate listens to a lot of cool music.”

“So? Fucking congrats,” he snarks. 

“No man, it’s like,” Adam gestures with two hands at the space in front of the coffee table. “Most of the stuff they like isn’t pop and doesn’t even have lyrics. Which fucking sucked when we were younger, right?”

“Sure,” he concedes. 

“I learned how to play the piano and some other instruments so I could figure out what songs they were — and now I have all this musical knowledge that I won’t be able to use ever again.”

“Because…” Hobbs prompts. 

“Because when I find them, what the fuck do I need to know this shit for anymore? If they like something, they can just show it to me.” 

Hobbs rolls his eyes, “be a music major. Become a fucking teacher why don’t you?”

“You think I could handle that?” Adam inquires seriously. 

“I think your other option is to get famous writing music, and fat chance of that ever happening,” Hobbs chirps.

“Thanks, you’re helpful,” Birker rolls his eyes dramatically. 

“I don’t get why you’re going to college anyway,” Hobbs jabs him in the ribs. 

“I’m not doing the draft, bro,” Adam reminds him curtly. 

“Oh c’mon,” Hobbs eggs him on, “what’s the worst that could happen?”

“I miss my chance to meet my soulmate in college, I spend four years in fucking Syracuse before I get called up. I retire at 32 if I’m lucky with no degree or skills.”

“Except music,” Hobbs chirps. 

“Except music,” Adam parrots. 

Brownie comes back with a bowl full of popcorn and a bag of Twizzlers. “What’d I miss?”

“Birker’s whinning about his soulmate again,”  Hobbs replies.

“What else is new,” Calvin shouts from the kitchen. 

“Can we start the fucking show already?” Adam shouts back.

“Yeah,” Calvin comes running in, hopping onto the first body he sees (Adam).

Adam frowns when Calvin won’t get off his lap. “I really hate you sometimes.”

“Taking your way in the world today takes everything you’ve got. 
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot,” the four boys chorus. 

“Man, I hope for your sake she’s funny,” Brownie tells Birker. 

Adam laughs hollowly. He’s very convinced that his soulmate’s a dude. Which is fine, Adam’s as bi as the day is long. The way Calvin looks back at him pointedly, reinforces his suspicions that he’s not the only queer guy on the team.

Which is exactly why he’s going to Samwell. It was one of the queerest schools in the country. He had no assurance that his soulmate will find him there. But at the very least, he can have four years away from the quite chaos of hockey. The NHL was still ignoring the fact that a good third (or more) of their players weren’t straight. The press was constantly writing soulmates off as “platonic”, and Adam was not about to put up with that any time soon. He wanted to go to school, do something he loves, and fall in love. Why was that too much to ask for?

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MISFIT DAY!!!!!!!

That’s right - it’s back! Everyone’s favorite bouncing teen hero will be in the spotlight, Friday, 7 April.

It’s a day to celebrate all things Charlie: her enthusiasm, her determination, her delight at being a superhero, her struggles to fit in, to grow.

And we do that by sharing our favorite Misfit-centric stories - from comics or fanfics. By creating art, crafts, cosplay - whatever you want.  Right here! On Tumblr!

It’s open to everyone; all you need to do is tag your posts with ‘Misfit Day’, and I’ll reblog as they come in.
(Sending me a ‘Hey, I posted!’ note might not be a bad idea, though…you know how wonky Tumblr notifications can be.)

Each year, Misfit Day gets bigger and bigger, despite a lack of Charlie in current comics.
(Hey, we know how awesome she is, even the Powers That Be can’t see it!)

So let’s make this Misfit Day the best one yet.



(Banner by the fabulous Mike Kevan.)

RAD is celebrating Women’s History Month with a series of guest posts featuring stories from the  #NPRchives handpicked by #NPRwomen.

We asked NPR producers The Kitchen Sisters (Davia Nelson & Nikki Silva)  to choose a story of theirs from the NPR archives for Women’s History Month. Here’s what they said:

So many of our stories are about the lost and hidden histories of women.  We dug back nearly two decades to our story French Manicure: Tales From Vietnamese Nail Shops in America. It is one of our favorites, one that matters deeply to us.  Getting to know the women in the salons, hearing harrowing their stories of war and immigration, feeling the village atmosphere that they create in so many of the shops, trying to capture how one group of women, refugees from a war, took on and adapted to American culture.  The soundtrack is one we are especially proud of, and moved by.  We created it based on the music and recordings in the lives of the manicurists we were recording.  The mixes were done with deep design and care.  The story originally aired on All Things Considered as part of our Lost & Found Sound series that ran weekly across the year of the Millennium.   

Image: Lost and Found Sound logo, 2000. NPR Historical Archives.

anonymous asked:

Niall promotes this town all over the place and the song was very successful, I don't think he's at all stressed right now, he's focusing on his own album and his faves should just focus on him. Harry has a lot of hype for a reason, this isn't just fan created, he is an outrageously good performer and is extremely talented and charismatic. He also has a great team with an excellent strategy, it makes no sense to get mad about him having opportunities. He's earned this hype and he's gonna deliver

I think they’re complaining about how SNL is more important than the places he went to promote his song. Are they not tired of finding excuses to put Harry down? I would. I agree with you, they should focus on their fave and their work. You know why they call us “extra”?? Because the only thing we do is celebrating our fave, without caring about anyone else…they should learn from us lol Also, Harry really deserves all this hype..he worked his ass off all these years and know he’s reaping the benefits of his work!

It’s not stupid. I promise. It’s not stupid to turn into your 5 year old self and get happy beyond measure for the little things. It’s not stupid to be proud of yourself for completing a load of laundry and washing the dishes. You aren’t lame for patting yourself on the back when you chose a salad over a burger. You’re taking care of yourself and each victory - no matter how small - is worth celebrating. 

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.