chris sparks

updated list! because i’m an idiot who accidentally deleted the other post! yikes!

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Fan Question via Broadway.com:
Please tell us about your Thanksgiving with Taylor Swift. Also, if you could do a duet with her, what song would you want to sing?                

Todrick Hall:
Liv, I cannot tell you all my secrets, but I will just say that Thanksgiving was super, super epic. Taylor is one of the sweetest people ever. She loved Kinky Boots, she’s coming again, so hopefully you’ll be in the audience and you’ll get to see her there.               

And if I could sing any song with her, I would probably do a remake of No Air, the Jordin Sparks/ Chris Brown song, because that song basically gives me life everyday.              

He’ll Come Home

Originally posted by xthisxkidx

Author’s Note: This is a Happy Lowman imagine based on No Air by Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown, as well imagine number 1 for MM6 as requested by the ever lovely @lovatolowman23 Hope you enjoy! This Imagined is Rate T.


He’ll Come Home

-XX-

Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air
If I should die before I wake
It’s ‘cause you took my breath away
Losing you is like living in a world with no air
Oh
I’m here alone, didn’t wanna leave
My heart won’t move, it’s incomplete
Wish there was a way that I can make you understand
But how do you expect me
to live alone with just me
'Cause my world revolves around you
It’s so hard for me to breathe

Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air
Can’t live, can’t breathe with no air
It’s how I feel whenever you ain’t there
It’s no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
If you ain’t here, I just can’t breathe
It’s no air, no air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air

-XX-

She isn’t sure what time he left. She can’t even remember what he was wearing. She’s been asked a million times; by the guys, by the other girls, by Unser. She can’t remember. How can she not remember?

She paces in front of the window of her living room, one hand nervously fiddling with the silver chain around her neck.

“Shelby, you need to sit down,” Gemma’s voice is calm but all she can do is shake her head.

“I can’t remember if I told him I loved him or not Gem,” Shelby mutters lifting a hand to rub at tired eyes. “I was in a rush to get out of the house the day he left on the run, and I don’t remember if I told Happy I loved him…”

“I’m sure you do sweetheart…”

“I don’t know what to do. I feel, I feel like….” Shelby’s voice hitches as she stops pacing long enough to concentrate on Gemma. Her face is tight with concern, and seeing it tells Shelby that she’s right to be so worried.

It isn’t every day after all that a Son disappears without a trace.

“I can’t breathe without him Gem…I can’t fucking breathe,” she collapses in on herself, trying to catch her breath.

::

“How’s she holding up?” Jax asks as he blows a steady stream of cigarette smoke towards the ceiling.

“As well as can be expected,” Gemma sighs with a shake of her head, “you guys figured anything out yet?”

“We know he made it to Tacoma and from what the guys up there have told us he was heading back this way, but there was a pretty nasty storm,” Jax says being sure to keep his voice down so Shelby doesn’t over hear. “My hope is he holed up until it clears up, and signal is shit in the passes which could be why we haven’t hear anything.”

“Well for Shelby’s sake I hope you’re right,” Gemma says looking at a sleeping Shelby.

-XX-

I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew
Right off the ground to float to you
There’s no gravity to hold me down for real
But somehow I’m still alive inside
You took my breath, but I survived
I don’t know how, but I don’t even care

So how do you expect me
to live alone with just me
'Cause my world revolves around you
It’s so hard for me to breathe
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No more
It’s no air, no air

-XX-

The flashing lights wake her, and lifting her head off of the arm of the couch she had to blink a few times before she understood what was going on. The police car in her drive way wasn’t a good sign, and with her heart in her throat she watches as Unser makes his way up her to her door.

She can’t feel her body as she gets to her feet, legs numb as she walks to the door. She pulls it open before the knock comes.

“He’s dead isn’t he?” her voice shakes as she stands, hands bunched in fists at her sides.

“Shelby I should come,” Wayne says but she just shakes her head, hands coming up to clutch the door.

“Just tell me Wayne. Is Happy dead?”

“Happy’s bike was found wrecked on Siskiyou Summit,” Wayne says and when she sways on her feet his hands come up to steady her. “Happy was nowhere in sight.”

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“I don’t understand,” Shelby shakes as she forces herself to drink from the coffee that Gemma forced into her hands as soon as she showed up at TM. “Happy’s bike was found wrecked but he is nowhere. No sign of him. Not so much as a John Doe in nearby hospitals.”

“He’ll come home Shelby,” Gemma says reaching across the bar to hold her hand. “Happy won’t stay gone.”

“He asked me to marry him you know,” a tear rolls down her cheek as she taps a finger against the mug in front of her. “In his way of course. We had just argued, about laundry of all things, it was one of our more ridiculous fights, and it ended with me in tears of laughter, and he just, looked at me, and he didn’t so much ask as tell me that I’m going to have to marry him. I didn’t know if he was serious or not so I just rolled my eyes and laughed.”

“If I was serious would you have said yes?” Happy’s voice fills the air and she swears she feels the pieces of her life that had broken apart forty-eight hours before have in a blink of an eye snapped back together. She turns in her seat, eyes growing wide as she studies him.

His left arm is in a sling, a few bumps and bruises riding high on his face, but right now she’s never seen anyone so beautiful in her life.

“Happy,” his name breaks on her lips as she slides off the stool and for a few seconds she’s afraid her body won’t stay upright.

“You didn’t answer my question woman. If was I was serious would you have said yes?”

She’s in his arms, crying hot tears in his shoulder as he holds. She worried, even if she didn’t say it out loud to anyone else, that she he would never come home to her; that she’d never feel the weight of his arms around her, or know the taste of his lips on hers.

“Yes,” she chokes out between sobs, “I’ll marry you Happy.” She feels the shudder of relief course through him.

“Only took me wrecking my bike to get you to say yes,” he laughs pressing his lips to her hair, “what am I going to have to do to get you to have my kids?”

-XX-

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air

Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air
Can’t live, can’t breathe with no air
It’s how I feel whenever you ain’t there
It’s no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
If you ain’t here, I just can’t breathe
It’s no air, no air

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air

-XX-

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Hey friends, here is my brand-spanking new acting reel. I went back and forth about whether I should put it up on my youtube channel because it feels a little out of place there, but the truth is that I’m pretty darn proud of it, and I got permission from all the productions on here that haven’t released yet to share it as I wish. 

Major thanks to seanpersaud for editing it. Hire him for all your reel or non-reel editing needs.

Including scenes from The Sound and The Shadow, I Ship It, Squaresville, The Middle, Review, The Lizzie Bennet Diaries, Hello My Name is Frank, and Bridge and Tunnel.

Hope you enjoy.

Best of 2008
  • Aries: Touch My Body // Mariah Carey
  • Taurus: With You // Chris Brown
  • Gemini: Burnin Up // Jonas Brothers & Big Rob
  • Cancer: No Air // Jordin Sparks & Chris Brown
  • Leo: Leavin // Jesse McCartney
  • Virgo: Apologize // One Republic & Timberland
  • Libra: Hate That I Love You // Rihanna & Ne-Yo
  • Scorpio: Bleeding Love // Leona Lewis
  • Sagittarius: Pocket Full of Sunshine // Natasha Bedingfield
  • Capricorn: Take a Bow // Rihanna
  • Aquarius: Love Song // Sara Bareilles
  • Pisces: Love Story // Taylor Swift

anonymous asked:

i feel silly but the thought of melissa and chris dating actually sparks my interest like there are just some people on screen who have such great chemistry that it seems almost so natural and it makes me wonder? just how real are you guys? and i love when on screen couples sometimes transition to off screen couples and then actually stay together because i'm just basking in both loves real and fiction

I understand. It’s almost inevitable sometimes to lowkey want the actors who play your favorite couple to be together in real life when there’s a lot of chemistry and when they’re both amazing, funny, intelligent, socially conscious, single and woke af lmao And it’s ok. As long as we don’t try to pry on their personal life or harass them or just be disrespectful or try to force them to be together or even suggest it to them because their life is none of our business and we owe them respect. 

I was tagged by @forallwebeenthrough
Put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs, then tag 10 people
1. Don’t Stop the Music- Rihanna
2. Green light- Lorde
3. Somebody Told Me- The Killers
4. Waste a Moment- Kings of Leon
5. Radio- Lana Del Rey
6. Treacherous- Taylor Swift
7. Ribs- Lorde
8. No Air- Jordan Sparks & Chris Brown
9. Free- Graffiti6
10. Crazy In Love- Beyonce
I tag:
@lifeofswiftie89 @phillyswift @centralperkswift @lost-in-taysland @in-her-wildest-dreams @stillgotscars @megluvstswift @rachswift @tayismom @tayvinlovers

“This is the true and impossible story of my very great love. In the hope that she will not read this and reproach me, I have withheld many telling details: her name, the particulars of her birth and upbringing, and any identifying scars or birth marks. All the same, I cannot help but write this for her, to tell her “I’m sorry for every word I wrote to change you, I’m sorry for so many things. I couldn’t see you when you were here and, now that you’re gone, I see you everywhere.” One may read this and think it’s magic, but falling in love is an act of magic, so is writing. It was once said of Catcher In The Rye, “That rare miracle of fiction has again come to pass: a human being has been created out of ink, paper and the imagination.” I am no J.D. Salinger, but I have witnessed a rare miracle. Any writer can attest: in the luckiest, happiest state, the words are not coming from you, but through you. She came to me wholly herself, I was just lucky enough to be there to catch her.” 

Calvin Weir-Fields