did i say song

a bop

봄날 (Spring Day)
타카다 켄타, 이우진, 배진영, 김용진, 유선호
봄날 (Spring Day)

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  • Emma: Wait… didn’t we invite Belle to the wedding?
  • Snow:
  • Charming:
  • Hook:
  • Regina:
  • Emma: Come to think of it, shouldn’t we be worried for her and her son since her husband just tried to cast another curse?
  • Snow:
  • Charming:
  • Hook:
  • Regina:
  • Emma: We should check on her.
  • Snow: Yes, we should.
  • Emma: Right after this musical number.

I can never listen to I Feel It Coming by The Weeknd the same anymore. When it starts all I will ever think about is Yousef dancing and his embarrassed face when he sees Sana. It feels so innocent and cute and all those feelings come back when I listen to the song

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♡(人⸝⸝⸝ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ◡ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀⸝⸝⸝)♡ heartthrob song minho ♡(⸝⸝⸝ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ◡ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀⸝⸝⸝人)

Ok, but imagine that there is this joke within the FO where they call Hux ‘The Fox’ and whenever someone is supposed to deliver a message from the General they say: What does the fox say?

and then they burst into song.


Thanisson also tried to make Hux say things like ‘hatee-ho’ and ‘dingeringeding’ and record it so someone could put a music video with Hux’ voice together.

The song has also been played through the speakers of Starkiller once instead of one of Hux’ speeches. accidentally of course.


Kylo did it. Who else, right? Hux hates everything at this point.

Imagine a gentle smile appearing on Woozi’s face when he hears you quietly singing a Seventeen song to yourself.

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Mike and Diana doodles 🐭💕🐭
@miikedrop

Of all the voices in my head

The loudest one is mine!


this just in: jeremy heere is wonderful and i love him

Golden Hour - Oneshot

They dance in the gardens.

The festivities have already stretched long into the day’s golden hour, and they have snuck away for their own private ball.  They can still see moving people moving and laughing inside the palace, but there is only peace out here.  The Madame and the Maestro have not stopped their delightful music, surely, but no sound reaches their ears, not here; in the quiet beauty of nature they find their own song.

He can’t stop looking at her.  His step is as swift and fluid as it was in those darkened nights when the ballroom was dusty and she floated around him, unable to stay completely still.  His eyes define blue, and even the cornflowers surrounding them cannot compare to the vibrancy his irises hold.  He does not smile; only pauses every so often to kiss her cheeks, her forehead, her neck.  After all, happiness is not the only emotion that is felt tonight; there is also love, relief, sonder.  Those don’t need to be expressed with a smile.  They had the rest of their lives to smile and laugh.  For now, they only needed to feel each other and know that they were there.  And tonight, he is flying in her eyes.

And her eyes hold more light than the sun itself; she is glowing, she is radiance incarnate.  Her entire expression is fixated on his, and she does smile—a dazzling, joyous thing that does not belong on this earth. Her hands grasp his own, her mere touch setting him aflame with desire.  Her movements are not as coordinated; she still has feathers where her feet are, but he doesn’t mind, how can he, when he’s lost in her, her being, hereverything.  He does not deserve her.  What could he have possibly done to earn this very moment?  Everything is so light, so weightless, and here she is grounding him, burning through him.  It’s all upside down.

Hours later—or has it been minutes?—they do hear music in the gardens.  A few hedges over, hidden from their sight, a violin sings something young and light to the golden sky, which is beginning to mingle with pink from the clouds.  They glance at each other and laugh with the knowledge that they’re not the only ones that have left the festivities for a little while.  They lean into the music and fall into step with one another.  Despite its quiet tones, it is a melody that’s quick, full of vivacity, and they try to keep up.  She trips over her feet and falls towards him, but he has a quick hand and doesn’t just catch her.  He sweeps her off her feet and spins her around, not even missing a step.  She giggles as he sets her back down again, and soon they are both spinning around each other, hands wrapped around each others’ waists.

But then she becomes too tired, and he becomes too lost, and they sit on a bench, facing the west, watching as the sun slowly begins to brush the tips of the mountains.  Her head is on his shoulder, his arm wraps around her. They will rejoin the others soon, but they only have need of each other at the moment.

“Lumiére?” she asks.

“Mmm?”

“I love you.” Three words, but they are pure, untempered, so full of emotion; she’s close to tears.

He laughs and turns to kiss her slowly.  She caresses his face and he responds in kind, running his fingers under her wig and through her hair.  He smiles, and stares at her with eyes that challenge the sky.

“As I adore you,” he replies, “mon coeur.”

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Melanie Martinez + Songs titles.

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