from his musical


I can’t get my guitar wet! What should I do?

anonymous asked:


*dramatic music that’s probably mcr plays in the background as his soft breaths fog up the window, the rain dripping along its outer sides crying the tears he can’t*


He kissed like he sang. Easing slowly into hard, guttural desire, and once he got started he didn’t stop. His touch was like melted sugar, his taste was smoky and bitter, like she had always imagined a good rocker would taste. His body was soft, poetic, and she scratched lines down his back, challenging him to give up all his secrets.

When they finally broke apart, they were both panting and heaving. He pulled the CD player remote from his pocket, silenced the music, and tossed the remote aside. He frowned.

I did this to make you happy. Not to get into your pants”.

Do you want in my pants?” she queries coyly.

Yes. But we can wait.

I’ve BEEN waiting.” Her sassy tone is quite obvious.

Challenge accepted.

He easily picks her up and slammed her ass on the nearest table. He had hid his muscular strength from her like she hid her longing, but neither held back as they crashed into each other.

She pulled his sweater up his back and over his shoulder blades. The material was tight and clung to his smooth tight body rippling every sculpted muscle, tangling up in his sinewy arms. By the time he wrestled free of the pesky layer of cotton then tossing her sweatshirt across the room and he tugs popping the button on her jeans open.

She felt so much rock-and-roll, there on the table in her yellow polka-dot bra, drinking in the contours of his long, smooth chiseled frame. My God his body is gorgeous, runs through her mind.

He snaked his fingers down her back, sending a shiver up her spine. With a flick of his nimble fingers, her bra sprang away from the curves of her body and a cool sweep of air tantalized her rising tits instantly hardening her nipples.

He gripped the metal of her left nipple ring between his teeth and gave a little pull. The shot of pain was soothed by a swish of his tongue, as she began shaking. She reached down and fumbled for his fly, but it was just out of reach.

He reared back and hooked his thumbs in the back belt loops of her jeans and tugged. Her bare ass slapped against the fake wood panel and there was a shrill shriek from its cool hardness. The denim became bunched at her knees and she cursed for wearing laced up combat boots.

What had she been thinking to do such? Grrrr… 

She scrambled and quickly tried for these shoe laces, but he caught her off guard and pushed her further back on the table.

He grabbed her behind the ankles flipping her legs up and back. He could see the thrill rushing over her face as her knees pressed against her tits and he held me there, fully exposed to him. His gaze bore into her, and he let out a hum of gratitude.


She clawed at the smooth, cold surface of the table and tossing her head back. He slicked his fingers over her wet pussy lips and her hips involuntarily jerked forward. He just held me tighter and ran his fingertips up and down, slowly tempting her opening with his stroking. A surge of heat lubricated his touch and she heard a hitch in his breathing. She was so wet it he watched as it drove her wildly crazy.

She didn’t have to wait for the first wave of relief as he slowly and knowingly slid one finger deep inside, pulled it out, there was a slight sigh as she felt two fingers push in penetrating her wet folds.

Everything between them was always so serious and calculated, she could never imagine letting herself go this far. But there she was glad she the fantasy turned real just to give the experience justice.

She moans, “Dammit, get to the point.

His fingers slicked out and he let her up.

Yes, ma’am,” he states raising an eyebrow at her. “I’ll race you to naked.

She barely wasted a second giving him a glare as he kicked off his canvas lace ups. Hastily she fumbled forward and unlashed the strings on her boots as quickly as she could, tearing them off and throwing them across the room, not caring if they broke anything or not. She kicked her jeans off and in doing so slipped off the table. They had made quite a mess of it. But she was fucking a rock star after all. Part of the thrill of their escapade was they didn’t having to be tidy. She wanted his skin under her nails. She wanted to ruin her mascara.

She wanted it all… right now.

He may have beaten her getting naked but she distracted him from his victory. She knelt down grabbing the base of his cock and swirling her tongue over the massive head. He took in a sharp breath as she eased him into her warm mouth.

He had a beautifully exquisite penis. She relished the generous size of him in her mouth, observing and feeling every vein and ridge with her tongue his tight skin and springy muscle spasms along the bottom of the shaft. Looking up seeing his eyes were closed, his lips parted just so, like he was sound asleep. She popped him out of her lips like a lollipop and he jolted awake.

Pressing her puffy lips together she runs her hands across his hips. Impatient, she jerks him down to the floor.

I want your beautiful cock now,” she states emphatically.

He seemed satisfied with this as she climbed on top of him.

She begins bouncing on her knees, her hand thrusts between her legs fingering her clit as he penetrates her wet pussy. They were so slick and hot together she bit her bottom lip hard to keep from driving right into O-town too fast. Playing with herself proved too much, she threw her hands back and enjoyed the view, which was him enjoying the view.

Her ripe tits bouncing with their rhythmic motions as she kept astride him, his warm hands on her hips. His muscular arms and torso flexed along with their motions, his tanned skin shimmering with sweat. Their room was scorching hot with all their actions but that only added to the raw, rough, animalistic rage she unleashed in him. She tosses her head back with her eyes closed looking yet not looking at the ceiling.

He whispered. “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes, barely looks at him and that was it. Bang! The whole room began spinning with flashing lights, the roar of the crowd and his intense blue eyed gaze searing right through me, body and soul. She came HARD!  When she finally fell off the peak of her orgasm and felt a welling of white heat within, she smiled broadly. A moment later she felt him he explode inside her. He kept one hand on her hip but the other he reached up and pressed right in the middle of her chest. When he came down, his hips stilled and his sharp muscles melted beneath me.

She carefully pulled herself up and slid her naked, wet body onto his. Her forehead was sticky on his sternum she didn’t seem to care at all. His heart was pounding in her ear. She was dizzy and the corners of her eyes shot sparks across the screen of her now closed lids.

So,” she ventured after a few moments, “is this going to be a secret?

No way.

She raised her face up and set her chin on his chest.

Are you sure?

Yes,” he countered. “What’s a rock star without a hot stage manager girlfriend?

Laying her head back down, there was a slight purring sigh in her throat… Content!

things i am living for in the drunk history episode:

  • “hi. i’m stage’s lin-manuel miranda” because it is Good™ from that moment on
  • how eloquent lin is while still being shitfaced
  • “history spoiler” aka the phrase i will be using always from here on out
  • how he clearly could literally be the most boring person to tell any story on drunk history ever based on the fact that he is completely coherent when quoting the letter but he knows why you’re here and he knows how to be funny thank god
  • giggles
  • i cannot believe lin-manuel miranda just quoted half baked in the context of a founding father truly he is the voice of a generation
  • randomly throwing in quotes from his musical like we won’t notice
  • black george washington #nice
  • long-suffering father washington aka the most accurate portrayal of washington
  • maria reynolds not being genderbent
  • seriously y’all i am here for lesbian alexander hamilton give me approximately 500 fanfics
  • “Reeeeeelly”
  • “Hamilton is Not a Great Dude” is going to be a paper i write one day mark my words
  • the sexy jazz music playing when he quotes the reynolds pamphlet as a history major with a specialty in us history i’m angry that i will never be able to think of the reynolds pamphlet without it but as a history lover i am alive
  • “the reynolds pamphlet is like dick 101″ stop stealing all of my future paper titles
  • i have been saying for years that the founding fathers were children and no one believed me so i’m happy to have this episode of drunk history to show them to prove my point next time
  • questlove calling in the middle and fangirling about drunk history
  • “you’remybestfriend”
  • “aslongasihaveajobyouhaveajob bye”
  • also just all of the chris jackson bit wow
  • “i want to order dominoes”
  • “they’re friends until they’re not” [black and white flashing images] [mental kill bill siren]
  • aubrey plaza’s eyebrows
  • also aubrey plaza in general obvi
  • and alia shawkat do i even need to say that
  • “i have slaves that do that for me” lin you absolute savage
  • the letter sequence #perf
  • how is lin able to play the piano at all while drunk i wish i had that kind of talent
  • singing “i know who i want to take me home” while staring lovingly into burr’s eyes
  • “this motherfucker right here”
  • dat wink
  • “burr was never a monster” just fuck me up
  • fries

this episode was 20 minutes long but i think it changed me


quiet night

theres just a what-if here about ritsu getting just a bit of psychic empathy and achieving the rest with his writers brain, and theres also a headcanon about mob not being a very good singer or not playing any instrument but being able to whistle very well 

I remember theres a word for that, the very good whistler thing, from a jeffery deaver book Ive read, but I cant find it in my memory anymore

I kinda want it back


the best thing that ever happened

The Dad Character of the Day is:

The African Chief from Samurai Jack

Not Even Going Deaf Will Stop Beethoven From Making Music ... To His Neighbors’ Annoyance

Beethoven loved especially at the time of dusk so sit down at the grand piano and to phantasize, also to often play the violin and the viola, for which purpose those two instruments had always to be placed on top of the piano. How these plays sounded, as the external sense [Beethovens ears] couldn’t witness them anymore, doesn’t need to be mentioned. Especially the strings, which Beethoven could no more tune himself, were a source of great auditory pain for everyone in the vicinity.

from  Anton Schindler’s Beethoven-Biographie: Neudruck herausgegeben von Dr. Alfred Christian Kalischer. 

Lin-Manuel Miranda is basically asking us out to dance with his new salsa mixtape

Click through to listen and click here for Lin’s annotations!

It’s no surprise that Lin-Manuel Miranda is a music lover. We can witness his meticulous care and respect for music oscillating from his Broadway-musical hits to singing and writing songs for movies. Now, Lin Manuel has elegantly curated a star-studded mixtape on his Spotify account. He calls it “I relish your wit! I SALSA YOUR FACE.” The mixtape features classics from salsa legends such as Celia Cruz and Willie Colón. Lin-Manuel Miranda proudly accentuates the beauty of salsa and the culture it is derived from.

More than music, Lin-Manuel is offering us a history lesson. Music is a portrait of culture, and it falls within the framework of oral tradition. Songs provide us with a socio-political landscape of society. Hence, music is an educational tool;  it may be used to create awareness, provide knowledge of the past, and a map of where we are heading.

Lin-Manuel Miranda showcases a wide selection of salsa songs. More than percussions and rhythm sections – it’s the importance behind salsa and its identity. Salsa is beautifully anchored in voices of immigrants, the sound of the combined stories and miles travelled from home. Beyond a genre or rhythm, salsa is the quintessential sum of latinx experiences.






some holster headcanons
  • since he couldnt make the a capella club due to hockey taking most of his free time, he makes his own one man a capella videos
  • he owns a small keyboard that Rans bought him because he said he missed being able to play all the time
  • he’s run up to both Bitty and Rans singing “HELLO MY BABY, HELLO MY HONEY, HELLO MY RAGTIME GALLLL”with top hat and cane in public
  • Jack was nervous about dancing with Camilla at winter screw one year so Holster taught Jack how to waltz
    • Shitty walked in on them practicing in jack’s room once and nearly died
  • Actually he and Jack get along pretty well being the oldest bros and make Dad jokes together
  • He has a picture of Ransom in his wallet
  • The first few times Bitty would sing in the shower Holster would scream “FROM THE DIAPHRAGM BITTLE!!” 
    • he’d then wait outside the door and tell him in his best Simon Cowell impression “It’s a no for me.”
  • Rans owns a copy of Holster doing a musical from high school
  • Holster can sing the entire High School Musical soundtrack
    • He sang Gotta Go My Own Way to Rans once because he got coffee without him one morning
  • Holster isn’t allowed to sing karaoke unless he’s had atleast 3 beers so he’ll actually mess up

jancy + 1985 PROM

one last month, and he will leave for new york, while she will leave for UCLA. perhaps for the best. unspoken truths can be a good thing, particularly when it is known how destructive they could be.
but for now, it is just the radio’s music from his car, a hidden place behind the bleachers, her head resting against his shoulder and his palms on the lower of her back. no one but the two of them dancing away from the prom’s frenzy -or at least ‘trying’ to dance. but the moon being their only witness, the secret is safe.