get lost in the low end

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Harry Styles doesn’t just want to be a rock star – he wants to be the rock star. And on his superb solo debut, the One Direction heartthrob claims his turf as a true rock & roll prince, a sunshine superman, a cosmic dancer in touch with his introspective acoustic side as well as his glam flash. He avoids the celebrity-guest debutante ball he could have thrown himself – instead, he goes for a intimately emotional Seventies soft-rock vibe. No club-hopping or bottles popping – it’s the after-hours balladry of a 23-year-old star wondering why he spends so much time in lonely hotel rooms staring at his phone. Harry digs so deep into classic California mellow gold, you might suspect his enigmatic new tattoos that say “Jackson” and “Arlo” refer to Browne and Guthrie.

“You can’t bribe the door on your way to the sky,” he warns early on in “Sign of the Times,” but the sky is where he’s aiming, and his sheer brazen confidence is dazzling – he never sounds like he’s trying too hard or scrounging for cred, which is where boy-band alumni usually screw up their solo records. The whole album has the personal yet witty spirit of the cover photo, where a topless Harry has a moment of doubt and pain in a bathtub full of pink unicorn tears. (His original title was Pink, because it’s “the only true rock & roll color.”) He spends a lot of the album wet, actually – whether it’s tears, other bodily fluids, or just “candy dripping on me till my feet are wet.”

Harry’s soft-rock fetish won’t surprise fans of One Direction gems like “Olivia” or “Stockholm Syndrome,” but this is the first time we’ve heard Sweet Baby Styles run with it for a whole album. The songs he tipped in advance didn’t play coy about his old-school inspirations – the Badfinger hook of “Ever Since New York,” the “Blackbird” guitar of “Sweet Creature,” the way “Sign of the Times” tweaks Queen and Bowie in candelabra mode – yet they all sound like him, playful and tender in equal measure. In most of these songs, he mourns a dead-end relationship, the kind where “comfortable silence is so overrated,” and you can hear that he’s been binging on singer-songwriter confessionals from Harry Nilsson’s Nilsson Schmillson to Taylor Swift’s Red. “Meet Me In The Hallway” sets the tone – a touch of John Lennon echo in his voice, a touch of Jimmy Page in the acoustic guitar – as he pleads like a love junkie craving a fix. “Carolina” rides a tropical low-rider summer groove, while the lovelorn “Two Ghosts” could pass for vintage Bread. “Woman” could be a lost slow-jam duet between Prince and Joe Walsh, as Harry asks, “Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and see what we can find?”

He dabbles in hard rock raunch with “Kiwi” (“She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes/Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect”) and “Only Angel.” Yet he sounds brassiest, most confident, most himself when he gets vulnerable. He ends with “From the Dining Table,” an acoustic lament where he wakes up alone in yet another hotel room. (“Played with myself, where were you?/I fell back asleep and was drunk by noon/I’ve never felt less cool.”) Through it all, he manages to steer clear of all the traps that ordinarily sabotage a boy-band star’s solo move. But as the whole album proves, there’s not a thing ordinary about this guy. - Rolling Stone

Ground Control is one of the most optimistic, hopeful songs I think I’ve ever written. The song came together because of an idea Phoebe Ryan had been working on with producer Mike Green. They had sort of hit a wall with it, and I had a chance to do some rearranging and more writing to see if we could make sense of it all. The end result, to me, is a song about finding yourself when you’re completely adrift, completely lost, and that love can transcend all notions of time and distance. I think that love and compassion is a universal constant, and can be a life-line to hold onto when you’re feeling empty and alone. Love and compassion pulls us back from the brink. Tegan and Sara jumped on board to record their parts, and the end result is a song that I think will be an extremely important one in the lifetime of All Time Low, a glimmer of hope in a dark sky.
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The Signs As Shit My Teamates Have Said/Done

Aries: *is a pitcher* *hits two batters in one inning* “lmao oops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯”

Taurus: *starts singing the national anthem with a really heavy/twangy country voice* “fuck this softball shit im changing my career path”

Gemini: *is the captain* *asked what the team was wearing the next day* “im wearing a bikini do whatever the fuck you want”

Cancer: *the center fielder, shouting to the one in right* “hey heads up, coming your way. just kidding. i have no idea who’s up and what they’ve done.”

Leo: *found out at out last practice before our biggest tourney she was playing second* *whispers fearfully “i haven’t fielded a ground ball in more than two years”

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Hogwarts Houses as Times of Day

for @mrmooony

Gryffindor: The late afternoon- when responsibilities end and you’re free to do what you want- some people relax, while others finally gear up to have fun.

Slytherin: The evening- looking back on everything you’ve done, recalling your high and low points, and planning what to do tomorrrow

Ravenclaw: The night- when your brain begins to wander, and if you’re not careful, you will be lost in investigation whether you ought to or not

Hufflepuff: The mid-morning- the most productive time of the day, when it’s time to either get things done, or prepare to

mariacchi  asked:

hinata,kindaichi,daichi,kageyama's S/O is sleeping with their team sweatshirt and they need it so they unzip it, only to find their S/O isn't wearing anything underneath? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

Hehehe this is cute, and low key I love Kindaichi (or rather making him horrifically uncomfortable) so this was fun! Sorry this took so long, though
~Admin Emma


Hinata will be the most likely to wake you up on accident. He’s usually OK with you borrowing his team jacket, but he needs it, and he’s usually pretty delicate with taking it off, but once he sees that bare stretch of skin he can no longer control his volume. He makes a sound somewhere between a yell and a squawk, and you likely think he just fell out of bed again. He wants to take it further, but he has practice soon and he really doesn’t have time, regretfully (you’ll end up paying for it later).  

Kindaichi just freezes, poor child. He’s not entirely sure what to do or how to go about doing it or how his limbs are supposed to work and have his hands always been this sweaty? He just stands, staring, until his “leave right now and you might be only five minutes late” alarm starts going off, waking you up. Feel free to tease him about this, because he will make it very worth it later.

Daichi usually wakes you up, but he kept you up late the night before, so he doesn’t want to disturb you. Once he gets that zipper down, he really likes what he sees, but he gets it off you and a blanket over you as quickly as possible–ogling you in your sleep isn’t cool–but he really enjoys the warm fabric against his skin, knowing it was against your skin. His teammates will occasionally catch him sniffing the collar of his jacket all day, and he’s low key thinking what he’s going to do to you later.

Kageyama has lost the ability to can. Without you to reassure him or guide him, he just gets peek and dies a little inside? He ends up going to practice without his jacket– he can’t bring himself to leave you naked. In his bed. Where he sleeps. He can’t stop thinking about it all day, either. If anyone asks him about it, he shouts something vaguely incoherent and very garbled before grabbing the nearest spiker for practice. He’s distracted most of the day.

anonymous asked:

A request to all Olicity blogs: after that post-non-Olicity sex scene, I believe all Olicity blogs should re-blog 3x20 gifs to help expunge that from our memory banks. Please. Maybe a few drabbles to help, too, dear wonderful fic writer? Or a Blood Hands tease? (see what I did there?)

Sneaky anon! I won’t be giving anything Blood Hands away, but… 

I can insist we all think about Oliver leaving hickeys on Felicity’s neck. 

It’s not a conscious thought on his part, he doesn’t actively go out of his way to do it (at first), he just likes tasting her, teasing her, hearing her gasps when he drags his tongue over pulse point and the way she quakes when he sucks on her skin, the groan she gives him when he drags his teeth over the now sensitive spot. It was all so innocent at first, with Felicity chastising him from the bathroom as she covered it with makeup, but as he apologized and went into the bathroom to watch her remove any visible mark of his from her body, he realizes he doesn’t want her to. He wants to see those marks and he wants everyone to see them, too. It’s a primal need to mark her, a way to show the world that she is his and only his. He ignores the need for a while, making sure he only gives her hickeys on places she can cover, but that doesn’t last long. The little thrill he gets when he sees her first thing in the morning - her hair tangled from his hands and sleep, her lips swollen from his kisses, small burns from his beard decorating her chin and complete satisfaction filling her gorgeous, heavy-lidded eyes, all topped off with a deep, dark hickey on her neck… oh, it’s addicting. And he keeps doing it and despite herself, despite how goddamn annoying it is at how much makeup she keeps having to put on and that she is not having to invest in more scarves than she ever thought she’d need, she never stops him. Because she likes wearing his mark.

And then let’s talk about Felicity’s marks on him, the scratches that start on his back and shoulders and slowly migrate to his neck and biceps, or when she bites him as she comes, using him to muffle her cries of pleasure because they couldn’t keep their hands off each other at the restaurant and Oliver has her shoved up against the wall in the ladies restroom, or small kisses that she drops here and there with specific lipstick, knowing she’s leaving small imprints of her lips that he won’t see unless he looks in a mirror… small imprints that she knows he won’t remove, because that thrill it gives her is exactly the same one he feels whenever he marks her.

Or… something like that.

Or maybe talk about how much passion can be conveyed in a few seconds, in a single kiss, in a moment where they are connected as they ever will be, where there is nothing left between them but each other and their love. 

It’s so damn beautiful.

Or we can talk about his gorgeous smile! Look how happy and content and beautiful he is here. This is a man who is completely and totally himself, who has let his walls down completely and knows right down to the very marrow in his bones that he is accepted and loved for exactly who he is.

Or what about this content moment? Yes, there were underlying bad things brewing, but holy god, look how content he is there. Oliver’s home is Felicity. His shelter is Felicity. The light in his life was sparked by Felicity.

And how can anyone forget about her face when she realized that Oliver remembered the color of the pen she was chewing on? The most inconsequential detail of ever and Oliver remembers it, and he’s so incredibly confident about that knowledge, because he memorized everything about her before he knew how important she was going to be to him. It shows that while she’s been fairly obvious about her attraction to him, she wasn’t the only one who has been there since the very, very beginning.

And what about 4x06, an episode of pure gold, when Oliver showed her how much he wanted to be there for her, how open he was to everything she was and is, and how Felicity conquered her fears for their love, because while they can very well get lost in each other, it’s only in each other that they found out who they truly are.

They have loved each other since they first met…

And…

That is how you OTP.

I like how this post went from pure animal need to look how much they love each other. All this proves is that Olicity is capable of all of it and that is damn amazing.

It means that they have the highest highs…

And the lowest lows…

Because that’s how great passion works

And in the end the will make it, because…

alexolivial  asked:

Hi! Hope things go well for you in the future! I really like your modern day The Get Down headcanons, would you mind doing one for Shaolin, if you haven't already? Thanks!

thank you so much for liking my headcanons ^_^ and im feeling better now

Modern Shaolin:

• watches entirely too many animes

• automatically hates anyone that watches dubbed animes instead of subbed (cause like lol that’s a weak ass move)

• was adopted young by his very abusive legal guardian Miss Annie

• he doesn’t go by Curtis cause that’s what Annie called him

• moved far as fuck away from her as soon as he was legal and has been living on his own ever since

• Annie tries to come and see him but he ain’t havin it

• works part time at a martial arts facility teaching little kids

• also works part time as a dj at some dingy ass club

• loves music and produces beats which is actually getting him some some attention on soundcloud

• he is lowkey replacing metro boomin

• he’s a great artist but he doesn’t wanna do anything big with it he just really likes to draw

• doesn’t like social media cause he don’t like everybody in his business but has a twitter just so that he’s not completely lost

• he is gay and acknowledges that but he still doesnt get into relationships cause has trust issues and emotional trauma from Annie

• he met zeke at record and hated him on sight cause 1) he was too pretty and 2) he snatched the last ‘the low end theory’ (tribe called quest) vinyl right before he saw it

• followed zeke out the store and tried to fight him for it

• zeke thought he was cute tho so he gave him his number and said that they could listen to it together whenever shao wanted (basically he smooth clean asked him on a date)

• shaolin didn’t call until exactly 3 days later

“On the Night You Were Born”-an Everlark one-shot

It’s definitely been awhile, but it’s @keelaree‘s birthday and I’m coming out for my girl!

Have mercy…I’m still a little out of my writing element…

Summary: A fateful, rainy night brings an interesting patient into Dr. Peeta Mellark’s ER…

Title—but not plot—taken from the famous children’s book.

 On the Night You Were Born

She walked into the emergency room of Panem Hospital, quiet and unassuming. Her thick, ebony locks pulled into a ropy braid that rested against hunched, exhausted shoulders.

In the hubbub of the lobby, packed with late-night drunken injuries and feverish children with their parents, Dr. Peeta Mellark noticed her right away.

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Review: Harry Styles Is a True Rock Star on Superb Solo Debut
For his debut, the One Direction heartthrob invokes an intimately emotional Seventies soft-rock vibe. Our take.

Harry Styles doesn’t just want to be a rock star – he wants to be the rock star. And on his superb solo debut, the One Direction heartthrob claims his turf as a true rock & roll prince, a sunshine superman, a cosmic dancer in touch with his introspective acoustic side as well as his glam flash. He avoids the celebrity-guest debutante ball he could have thrown himself – instead, he goes for a intimately emotional Seventies soft-rock vibe. No club-hopping or bottles popping – it’s the after-hours balladry of a 23-year-old star wondering why he spends so much time in lonely hotel rooms staring at his phone. Harry digs so deep into classic California mellow gold, you might suspect his enigmatic new tattoos that say “Jackson” and “Arlo” refer to Browne and Guthrie.

“You can’t bribe the door on your way to the sky,” he warns early on in “Sign of the Times,” but the sky is where he’s aiming, and his sheer brazen confidence is dazzling – he never sounds like he’s trying too hard or scrounging for cred, which is where boy-band alumni usually screw up their solo records. The whole album has the personal yet witty spirit of the cover photo, where a topless Harry has a moment of doubt and pain in a bathtub full of pink unicorn tears. (His original title was Pink, because it’s “the only true rock & roll color.”) He spends a lot of the album wet, actually – whether it’s tears, other bodily fluids, or just “candy dripping on me till my feet are wet.”

Harry’s soft-rock fetish won’t surprise fans of One Direction gems like “Olivia” or “Stockholm Syndrome,” but this is the first time we’ve heard Sweet Baby Styles run with it for a whole album. The songs he tipped in advance didn’t play coy about his old-school inspirations – the Badfinger hook of “Ever Since New York,” the “Blackbird” guitar of “Sweet Creature,” the way “Sign of the Times” tweaks Queen and Bowie in candelabra mode – yet they all sound like him, playful and tender in equal measure. In most of these songs, he mourns a dead-end relationship, the kind where “comfortable silence is so overrated,” and you can hear that he’s been binging on singer-songwriter confessionals from Harry Nilsson’s Nilsson Schmillson to Taylor Swift’s Red. “Meet Me In The Hallway” sets the tone – a touch of John Lennon echo in his voice, a touch of Jimmy Page in the acoustic guitar – as he pleads like a love junkie craving a fix. “Carolina” rides a tropical low-rider summer groove, while the lovelorn “Two Ghosts” could pass for vintage Bread. “Woman” could be a lost slow-jam duet between Prince and Joe Walsh, as Harry asks, “Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and see what we can find?”

He dabbles in hard rock raunch with “Kiwi” (“She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes/Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect”) and “Only Angel.” Yet he sounds brassiest, most confident, most himself when he gets vulnerable. He ends with “From the Dining Table,” an acoustic lament where he wakes up alone in yet another hotel room. (“Played with myself, where were you?/I fell back asleep and was drunk by noon/I’ve never felt less cool.”) Through it all, he manages to steer clear of all the traps that ordinarily sabotage a boy-band star’s solo move. But as the whole album proves, there’s not a thing ordinary about this guy.

thefluffcorner  asked:

for the ship meme, sh ance of course

  • Who said “I love you” first
    • Lance probably says it first in a semi-serious way.  Like, Shiro will do something cool like punch the head off of a Galra drone or catch Pidge in mid-air while she’s falling and Lance will say something along the lines of “See, that’s why I love you.”  Shiro is the first one to say it seriously – and he is fucking serious when he says it.
  • Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background
    • Shiro.  He has the default lockscreen, but his home screen background is Lance with a big, cute smile.
  • Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror
    • They both do.  Lance starts it, though, by reminding Shiro to get more toothpaste when he’s heading back home from work.  That night, Shiro writes on the mirror that he’ll be out early the next morning and to have a nice day.  It’s less effective than post-it notes, and sometimes they have a hard time reading what the other wrote, but it’s still a nice thing they do for each other every day.
  • Who buys the other cheesy gifts
    • I’m not saying that Lance is bad with money, but he can get pretty impulsive when he finds something that reminds him of Shiro.  Recent examples including: a Skip-It, sleeveless work out tops, the third season of Psych on DVD, and mochi.
  • Who initiated the first kiss
    • Lance.  Just.  Went for it one night.  And Shiro got flustered and nervous and almost freaked himself out of it, but Lance brought him back.
  • Who kisses the other awake in the morning
    • Whoever wakes up first.  So Shiro.
  • Who starts tickle fights
    • Lance.  It’s his only effective tactic against Shiro, who is secretly the most ticklish person in the world.
  • Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower
    • Shiro.  It’s not very often and, to Lance’s surprise, they’re often not very sexual in nature.  Since Lance takes his showers in the morning, he suspects it happens the days after Shiro has nightmares.  He’d never deny Shiro one of the few comforts he’ll explicitly ask for, and he’d be a big fat liar if he said he didn’t like the feeling of Shiro massaging shampoo into his hair.
  • Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch
    • Whenever Lance suspects Shiro is feeling down or stressed or overwhelmed by his anxiety, he’ll pack a homemade lunch and bring it to his office.  There’s a nice, quiet park right around the corner from Shiro’s office building that is filled with benches and big, shady trees.  They have a favorite spot that’s half-protected from the sun in one of the back corners.  They’ll eat and partake in epic bitch fests – Iverson dumped three days’ worth of work on Shiro’s desk and expected him to get it finished in an hour; Lance’s professor displayed his last essay to the entire class and demolished it without prior warning; Shiro nearly got T-boned on his way to work and ended up being a half an hour late to work through the panic; Lance locked himself out of the apartment so he had to call Hunk, than Pidge, and than finally Keith before he could get in and take a shit in peace.  Sometimes, though, they’ll sit in silence, cuddled up next to each other on the bench and enjoying the others’ company.
  • Who was nervous and shy on the first date
    • Shiro was.  He tried to stay composed and cool, but cute, flirty boys are a big weakness.  Lance was also pretty nervous, but he kept his cool and channelled his nervousness into extra flirty flirtatiousness.
  • Who kills/takes out the spiders
    • Lance cannot hurt another living creature and also those little monsters are disgusting and have too many eyes and legs.  See, Shiro, you’re braver than Lance, you almost let the gross abomination onto your hand.  What a great guy.  Go douse yourself in bleach before you get anywhere near Lance.
  • Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk
    • Shiro.  He treated Lance when he turned 21, aiming to get Lance pleasantly drunk while staying sober to take care of him.  Half of that plan failed, and Shiro ended up getting pretty trashed.  Before getting kicked out of the bar, he decided that Lance needed to know all of the different ways that Shiro loved him.  They both lost count and Shiro may not have been going in order, but sources (Hunk) claim that the list ended somewhere in the low hundreds.
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As soon as you arrived home, you noticed Jongdae’s shoes beside yours and your heart immediately leapt to cloud nine. Rushing to kick off your painful heels, you dumped your bag and keys by the door and went in search of your handsome boyfriend who was home at a sensible time for the first time in almost a week. “Jongdae?” you called out, checking the lounge and kitchen, both of which were empty.

You headed upstairs, taking the steps as fast as you could in your restricting pencil skirt. “Jongdae?” you shouted from the top step, just as your ears filled with the sound of running water from the bathroom.

“Hey babe!” your boyfriend called back, his voice slightly muffled through the door. “There’s a surprise on the bed for you!”

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we got so lucky with bbcan5 for the most part, honestly. i mean, let’s take a look:

  • no male alliance dominating the game and making “girls are weak comments.”
  • there was no one side dominating the house for the majority of the season.
  • a satisfying double eviction and good enough triple eviction.
  • a well-deserved final four.
  • a woman over 50 not being evicted first and making it to the end.
  • no unnecessary buybacks.
  • first evictee was a male who probably would have been decent at comps, so getting him out was a smart choice.
  • a showmance that was loving, caring, and had mutual respect for one another.
  • IKA WONG.

even that kevin martin is probably going to be a better winner than whoever ends up first place in bb19. i know there were negatives, like a few racial microaggressions, but it wasn’t bad as what we’ve seen on bbus. we also lost icons like cassandra and gary in the beginning, but their evictions were avenged. the worst part of bbcan5 was the bitter jury, but y’know. anyway, RIP bbcan5. 

My precious Rey,

I am so glad to have seen you, the other day. Though I do disapprove that you ventured off to Jedha by yourself, no matter how busy Skywalker was. I hardly need remind you how dangerous tombs like that are, and it pains me to think that if I hadn’t happened to show up when I did, you could have been… It’s unthinkable, the idea of you getting hurt. Skywalker was extremely negligent to send his padawan of only three months on such a dangerous mission. You deserve a teacher who would always look out for you, your constant companion, always at your side. Someone who would appreciate you as more than just a student.

It’s was an absolute blast to race you through the tomb without his interference, though. And yet, even as we were pitted against each other, both of us trying to get to the starmap first, we ended up working together, somehow. I never would have solved that riddle without your insight. And you would have lost your head to that swinging ax thing - you didn’t even see it until after I’d pushed you out of the way. I guess I’ve been smacked in the head by low doorways so many times as to have a constant vigilance toward that sort of thing. By the way, I apologize for the undignified manner in which I rescued you. Ending up on top of you like that was for your protection! Anything you might have - er - noticed during the experience was completely involuntary, but I do apologize if you were made uncomfortable.

The way you looked at me though, as I helped you up… The look in your eyes, there was something there. Something that wasn’t hate. I wouldn’t trade that one look of not-quite-hate from you, for the fanatical devotion of the entire galaxy.

Anyway, I have another gift. Toward the end of our little contest, I noticed that you seemed to have fallen into one of the pools in the cave, and it was so chilly down there. I am concerned that giving you my cape was not sufficient, and you could have caught a cold. I have enclosed a can of soup - there’s really nothing like it for a sore throat.

With an adoration strong enough to pull the ears off a gundark,

Kylo

PS. So I assume you saw enough of the starmap to figure out the location of the first fragment. See you on Tython :)

……………………………

To be continued….

Btw, I am totally open to suggestions for products to use. If you have an idea for some weird Kylo product, feel free to send a picture! I’ll use it if it fits the story.

Boyfriend Johnny
  • yo whats up
  • the sky, lmao
  • leave me alone i’m really tired, i spent like four hours doing homework ugh
  • also, rn my face looks weird bc i have an allergy or smth?? and dik why bc i’m clean, i just went out of the shower
  • but it doesnt matter i gotta do this bc johnny is so boyfie material right
  • so,,, boyfriend johnny let’s go~~
  • the first thing that cames to my mind is you laughing like crazy the whole time
  • idk about you but in my opinion johnny is one of the members that has the best sense of humour in nct
  • he’s just so stupid, lmao
  • so you have to deal with his pick-up lines and terrible jokes everyday
  • “do you know what my shirt is made of? boyfriend material”
  • “do you have a sunburn, or are you always this hot?
  • “did you sit in a pile of sugar? ‘cause you have a pretty sweet ass”
  • “i’m breaking up with you, johnathan”
  • oh my god
  • also, he’s suuper clingy
  • personal space?? what’s that lol
  • he’s always with his long ass arms around your body
  • and the member either think that it’s super cute or nasty af
  • it’s either
  • “aw y/n looks so smol in johnny’s arms, that so cute”
  • or
  • “get a room, there are minor here jfc”
  • but y’all don’t even care bc gotta spread love right <3
  • but sometimes is like
  • “johnny, you should let y/n go, i think she’s not breathing anymore”
  • “but she’s so soft and smol and fluffy just,,,, let me,, hug her a bit more <3″
  • lmao, rip you
  • so a lot of you pictures of y’all are taken by the members aka ty track
  • and is always him hugging you, or carrying you in his arms or kissing you, omg so cute
  • but in all of them both of you are always super smiley or looking at each other with heart eyes
  • gotta love photographer ty
  • but when it comes to selcas he’s a ready to fuck you up with his perfect visuals
  • your selcas together are better than ten’s
  • aND HELLO THAT’S ALMOST FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE TO DO
  • and he loves cuddles okay, he l o v e s them
  • if you’re watching a movie together, or reading, or talking or just breathing, believe me that he’s going to be somehow touching you
  • there are times when you find youself snuggling closwer towards his body and you’re like ???
  • “when did we started to cuddle?”
  • “like two hours ago, you didn’t realize?”
  • this baby is like two meters tall, how do you not expect him to be full of love
  • but mostly, he loves hugging you while y’all are sleeping
  • he doesn’t mind changing the cuddle positions, but when it comes to sleeping together he’s always the big spoon and he just loves it
  • just, being able to have you in his arms, hugging you and kissing you as much as he wants is like his favorite thing ever
  • sounds like a dream if you ask me
  • also, somehow hansol and ten are always by your side??
  • like you and johnny go to a date and somehow they end up being part of it too??
  • and when johnny realizes that you’re four wheeling he would start laughing and hugging you
  • that’s why you always end up having lazy dates in your place, lolz
  • and he’s probably low-key protecting when both of you are in public
  • not only bc of the fans but he might be scare of losing you in really crowed places
  • he would have his hands on your shoulders or arms and would guide you the whole way
  • “johnny, i know the way, there’s no need to be grabbing me the whole time”
  • “sorry babe, but you’re just so tiny i’m scare that you get lost”
  • “you’re a fucking giant, explain me how do you expect me to lose you”
  • fun fact, i didn’t even though of this i notice that johnny always does this with ten
  • johnten is so alive
  • if you’re feeling sad or if he ever sees you crying his mature side would appear
  • he wuld ask you if you need anything, and if you ask him for some time alone he would respect your space in go do something else
  • but always being really worried about you
  • and if you need his comfort he wouldn’t leave your side not even for a second
  • he would stay in silence as he hugs you and kisses your skin tenderly, maybe saying comforting words from time to time
  • “i’m not going to leave, y/n, okay?”
  • “you’re not alone, baby, i’m here for you”
  • “i’ll help in everything that i can, i promise”
  • and he would, he really would
  • even if it’s just by giving you his comfort with words or caresses he would do it
  • he would do everything for you
  • and once you decide to tell him he would give you advice and tell you his opinions but always respecting yours
  • basically, dating johnny would be like dating your bff
  • he would be the boyfie that everyones wants
  • he would be so caring and sweet with you and would remind you every day about how in love he is with you
  • and the end <33
  • this was lowkey boring right lmao sorry
Sassy & Sarcastic

@ajakral: Hi could you do an imagine with Peter Pan where you are in Neverland not for so long, you and Peter are always sarcastic and sassy towards each other and Pan likes how you can take care about yourself, how you’re not like any other girls who’s still crying and how you’re sassy to him and at the end could be a kiss where you admits your feelings. Please? :D :)

Warnings: none

“Y/N, go help them, will you?” Peter ordered with a low growl. He was beyond annoyed with the boys today.

“As if I’d help them clean their bunks. It’s their mess, not mine.” You rolled your eyes and walked away.

Peter growled again. He was frustrated. You were new to the island, and that caused the Lost Boys to react in a weird way. They became more unruly, more o trying to impress you. All it did was get them in trouble. Now they had to fix up camp.

“You’re the reason this happened, Y/N. So help.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right. I definitely asked to come to an island full of boys via Shadow–”

“I saved you and took you away from that hellhole you called a home!”

“I was taking perfectly good care of myself there,” You retorted.

Peter rolled his eyes, waving you off. You walked away once again, entering the jungle. 


“I don’t know what it is about her, Felix. She’s not like most girls or boys. She didn’t cry once when she got here. She’s only full of sass and sarcasm.”

“Just like you.”

Peter was talking to Felix. You were so different and not like most of the people who entered Neverland. You were tough and fierce, not afraid to sass him. It baffled him since he’d never experience it before with anyone.

“She’s… We’re nothing alike!”

“Except that you’re both blunt and like each other,” Felix smirked. 

Peter shot him a glare, huffing out air. “I don’t like her. Why would I?”

Felix only gave him a knowing look. It was obvious with the tension that there was something there. The sassy remarks and the fact that sometimes your’s or Peter’s sin would flush after an interaction.

“You like her, mate.” Felix patted him on the back, standing up and walking off.

Peter only scoffed, crossing his arms and pouting. “I don’t like anybody.”

That wasn’t the case, however. There was tension, there were feelings. You both found one another attractive. The sass and sarcasm was only a bonus. In lots of ways, you guys were alike. 

Later that day, when you and Peter crossed paths again, was when things took a turn…

“Stalking me, I see?” You raised both your brows at him, crossing your arms.

“Just checking in. Don’t want the little girl getting lost.”

You glared at him. His tone had obvious sarcasm in it. 

You were still in the woods, passing through the large trees and admiring the nature. You were enjoying yourself. Then Peter came along and ruined your peace.

“I told you, I can take care of myself. So piss off.” You sent him a glare, not wanting to deal with him. But of course, Peter made it worse by pointing something out.

“Are you… blushing?” Peter smirked.

Your face fell. No, you couldn’t have been blushing. You no longer felt heat on your cheeks from moments before. You were thinking about Peter before hand, thinking about how cute he was and stuff he’s said to you. It caused you to blush. Maybe you began to blush again when you saw him.

“No?” You tried to play it cool.

Peter cocked an eyebrow up, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Really?” He said. “Because… I quite like it when you blush.”

You averted your eyes from the ground to him. He couldn’t be serious, could he? Your mind was racing. These words were not leaving Peter Pan’s mouth.

“I like you a lot, Y/N.” Peter stepped closer. “So much. You make me crazy. You’re fearless, sassy, cute…”

‘P-Pan, don’t–”

“Don’t what? Don’t continue?” Peter got real close. The tip of his nose touched your ever-so-lightly. His breath hit your face and neck. He was in your personal space.

You looked at Peter’s green eyes. They were so pale, even this close to you, they still seemed so pale and light. They were beautiful. 

His eyes distracted you from noticing that he was leaning in to kiss you. Once you realized what was going on, you flinched. It was too late to back out, however, as Peter’s lips were on yours. He kissed you tenderly, holding your cheeks in his hands. You didn’t know where to put your hands, you were in such shock. You only stood there, kissing him back.

“Now that that’s out of the way…” Peter spoke the second he pulled apart.

“Out of the way? What do you mean out of the way?” You immediately got defensive.

“No worries, love. I just needed to kiss you… And maybe make you my…” He was having issues saying the word. Now you smirked, cracking a Cheshire grin.

“Girlfriend?”

“Yeah, that,” he mumbled. Now he was the one blushing.

“Okay.”

Peter looked at you with wide eyes. His hand was on the back of his neck, and he looked genuinely shocked. You smiled hugely, grabbing his hand.

“C’mon, boyfriend. Let’s walk back to camp. I’m hungry.”

Peter followed you, his hand in yours. He didn’t take his eyes off you the entire way back.

punished (jeremy gilbert one-shot)

Prompt: Your best friend Jeremy went on a hunting trip per Alaric’s request, and he specifically asked you to stay home. You, of course did the opposite and it almost cost you your life.

Requested: imagine number two with Jeremy Gilbert (picked from THIS list)

Pairing Jeremy Gilbert x Reader

Warnings: smut, lil rough smut maybe, spanking, nsfw image

A/N: I’m rereading this and holy shit this sucks. I’m sorry everyone. I’m still working to improve my smut writing. I hope you guys don’t dislike this as much as I do.


Jeremy pulls you inside your home and he slams the door shut and locks it. You wince and jump as he lets go of your hand and runs his hands through his long brown locks. He remained silent for a few more moments before sliding his hands across a small dresser and knocking everything down.

“WHAT THE HELL, Y/N? DO YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME?” Jeremy yells at you and this time, you look up at him. “I ASK YOU TO DO CERTAIN THINGS TO KEEP YOU SAFE. ALL I ASKED YOU TO DO THIS TIME WAS TO REMAIN INSIDE THE HOUSE, TO REMAIN UNSEEN AND YOU GO CREATE A SCENE IN FRONT OF A ONE THOUSAND YEAR OLD VAMPIRE. IF ALARIC WEREN’T THERE, I WOULD HAVE TO BURY YOU, Y/N.”

He sits down on your couch and runs his hands through his hair once again. You are tempted to pull his hands away, but you hold yourself back. After all, you directly disobeyed Jeremy’s order and this time, you put your life at stake.

“You know, normally I get mad, but I brush it off because you’re okay. You only want to help and I understand that, Y/N, believe me I do.” Jeremy looks at you tiredly and your heart wrenches. “But this time you put yourself on the line to save me. How the hell would I be able to live with myself?”

Jeremy whimpers and you immediately walk over to him, engulfing him in a hug he eagerly returns. He wraps his arms tightly around your back and yours immediately go around his shoulders. He holds you close and pulls you into his lap, as though he’d lose you if he let go.

“You’re the only person who keeps me sane, Y/N. You’re my beautiful best friend,” Jeremy whispers against the crook of your neck and nuzzles you. “God I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’re all I’ve got, Jer,” you rub his head and hold him close. “If scheming behind your back means that I get to keep you alive, I will do it.”

“What?” He pulls away slightly and looks up at you.

“If I hadn’t stepped in, Michael would have killed you,” you whispered, unable to meet his gaze. “Elijah was in town and decided to warn me, so I immediately went to Rick and it turns out that Klaus told Stefan the same thing.” You brush the hair out of his eyes and kiss his forehead. “I’m so happy you’re alive, Jeremy. I’d gladly risk myself for you, for a person who is so full of determination and light,” you whisper and kiss his closed eyes.

“I love you,” Jeremy whispers and his warm breath hits your neck as you look down a him, ready with your usual reply. “No, Y/N,” he whispers and lays gentle kisses along your jaw. “I’m so in love with you.”

“Jer,” your breath becomes caught in your throat as he removes himself from you, ready for rejection. “I never thought you’d say that.” He looks up at you and you place your lips against his, as though in a rush.

Jeremy responds fervently, one hand splayed across the small of your back as he intensifies the kiss. His free hand reaches up and lightly tugs your hair, causing you to gasp. He takes that opportunity to let his tongue slide into the crevice of your eager mouth. Your tongues wrestle as Jeremy lets his hands wander to your ass. You gasp and he removes his mouth from yours only to place it alongside your neck.

“You’re so, so beautiful Y/N,” Jeremy whispers against your neck as he lays soft, fluttering kisses against the base of your throat. “I can’t believe I almost lost you tonight.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, Gilbert,” you chuckle breathlessly and tug on his hair as he sucks down on your sweet spot.

“Who says I want to?” His lips quirk up one end as he looks down at the mark near your collarbone.

You let out a small hum of appreciation before moving your lips to Jer’s neck, causing him to whimper slightly. You kiss the side and slowly make your way to the small patch of skin just below his ear. You nip him lightly and he lets out a low moan, gripping your ass roughly. Smirking, you begin to suck on his sweet spot until a purple splotch covered it. You feel Jer’s erection growing underneath you and you gasp, closing your eyes to prevent a moan from escaping.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Jeremy groans and tugs your hair. “I’m so upset with you but I love you so much.”

“Take your anger out on me,” you whisper and his breath hitches in his throat, eyes darting to yours.

“W-what?” Jeremy squeaks out as you slowly stand in front of him.

“Take your anger out on me,” you whisper again, hoping that he catches on to what you’re saying. His eyes grow dark as a smirk makes it way to his lips.

“Oh dear, sweet Y/N, you’ve got no idea what you’re in for, do you?” Jer whispers and pulls you close. He lifts  up your shirt lightly and lays a small kiss on your bare stomach, close to your navel. He looks at you and waits a moment before his expression hardens and he suddenly smacks your ass. “I asked you a question.”

“S-sorry. I-I don’t know what I’m in for, no,” you whisper and look him in the eye as you bite your lip.

“It’s okay,” Jeremy whispers, resting his chin against your abdomen as his right hands rubs the area he smacked. “Sorry, babe. I know it stings, but that was just the tip of the iceberg.” Jeremy sits back and watches you. “You’re sure you want this?”

“Yes,” you nod immediately, never breaking eye contact. “I need this,” you whisper as Jeremy snarls.

“Turn around for me,” he whispers and you spin on your heels, your ass now in his face. Your short skirt made Jeremy moan, his erection growing immensely.

“Take your shirt off,” he sits up, elbows on his knees.You quickly turn around and look at him, confused. “I don’t need to repeat myself, do I?”

You shake your head and quickly remove your shirt, allowing your nude mesh bra to come to his view. Jeremy leans forward and grabs your clothed breasts in his hands, gently kneading them as you whimper under his touch.

“I want to hear you, princess,” he whispers and removes his hands from your breasts to your ass, squeezing gently and causing you to moan. “Just like that. I want to hear how I make you feel.” You nod as he continues to rub your ass, your hands moving towards your breast in hopes of creating more pleasure.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Jeremy yells out and immediately removes himself from you, leaving you vulnerable and confused. “You cannot play with yourself, touch yourself, or bring any sort of pleasure to yourself. Is that understood?”

“Y-yes,” you whisper and remove one hand from your breast. He raises his brows at you and you nod, melting under the intensity of his gaze and removing your other hand as well.

“Good girl,” he whispers and smacks your ass. “Take off your bra,” he whispers, biting your bare abdomen in the process. You quickly oblige, throwing your bra across the room a few seconds later. Jeremy’s lips slowly move up towards your breast, sucking and nipping on the skin around it.

“J-Jer,” you squirm and breathe heavily as his lips finally find their way to your sensitive buds. His left hand grabs your right breast, taking your nipple between his index finger and thumb while his mouth works on your left side. You let out a soft scream as he takes your bud between his teeth and smirks at you.

“You’re so sexy,” Jeremy whispers and sits back, lounging on the sofa. He pulls off his shirt and unbuckles his belt, slowly pushing down his pants and pulling out his erect member. You stood there, eyes wide and mouth silent as you took in his size. Jeremy was huge, thick and large as his eyes raked over your body. He wrapped his hand around his member and moaned, slowly moving his hand up and down his length. You tried to move forward and help him, but he held up a hand.

“Don’t move, Y/N. Let me watch you squirm as I touch myself. Watch my cock grow and wish you could have it in you, in your mouth,” he whispers and you shiver, the pool in your panties only growing bigger. Jeremy moans your name as he continues pumping his member.

You watch him and squirm, wishing that you could find your release with him. You watch his face as he causes himself pleasure while thinking of you. You wish it was you that was giving him the pleasure instead, you wish that he would ram his thick cock in and out of you. Before you can stop yourself, you move your hand down to the pool of your panties and you slowly push your panties aside and rub your folds.

“Y/N!” Jeremy yells and you look up at him, just then noticing what you had done. “I thought I said no touching yourself?”

“Y-yes,” your eyes widen and you nod. “I-I’m so sorry! I promise it won’t happen again,” you whimper and Jeremy stands, walking over directly behind you.

“Damn right it won’t,” he whispers and his hand immediately pushes past your panties and slaps your opening. “THIS,” Jeremy pinches your folds together and you yelp, arching back against him. “This is mine,” he growls against your neck, letting go of your folds and finding your clit. “THIS,” he flicks your clit and you moan loudly. “THIS is mine. No one but me can play with it. Understood?” You nod quickly and his hands rub your slit. His free hand smacks your ass much more roughly than before. “I need words, Y/N. Do. You. Understand. Me?”

“Y-yes,” you whisper breathily and Jeremy hums in appreciation, his mouth marking the side of your neck as his hand moves quickly over you in an almost animalistic manner.

“Who does this beautiful, soaking pussy belong to, Y/N?” Jeremy nips your earlobe as his slim fingers rub circles against your slit.
“Y-YOU!” You scream out as Jeremy rams two fingers inside of you, his thumb working on your clit.

“All mine,” he growls, his fingers rapidly moving on and out of you as his thumb flicked your clit repeatedly.

“I-I’m so close,” you whimper and Jeremy’s movements stop almost immediately, causing you to whine. “W-Wha–?”

“I’m punishing you,” he whispers and rubs his erection against your clothed ass before removing himself from you completely. He smirks as you turn around to face him. “I’m gonna go take a cold shower, babe.” Jeremy winks and quickly walks away, leaving you flustered and breathless.

anonymous asked:

I just can't get over how much variety there's to mark's voice and how many diverse emotions can be heard from it. he can get all loud and high-pitched while playing a game, and then suddenly drop to very low and guttural. when he gets serious, there's a clear shift of tone that makes you listen, sometimes to the point where it's intimidating. sometimes his voice gets so thick with emotion, and there's this certain breathiness when he rambles about something he's passionate about. (1/2)

(2/2) and then there’s this incredibly gentle voice he has sometimes when he talks directly to us. like at the end of I feel lost(pt. 1) and parts in pt. 2. it’s just… so soft, so vulnerable, filled with love. and paired with caring words… that’s the most reassuring thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

honestly, mark’s voice is amazing. and let us not forget the voices he gives to his characters as well. like, wilford’s voice is very distinct and sounds as if his jaw is unhinged, and it’s amazing to me that it’s the same person underneath. even dark’s voice, that deep mix of soothing and unnerving. 

i have seen around that mark is “the voice” of youtube amongst his fans, and it’s one thing that he’s known by as well. and i don’t blame him. the man has a heart of gold and it’s nice to hear a voice that matches. mark certainly is one of a kind! ❤️

Mini Trimberly fic

Dedicated to @gay-ass-sideblog​ who gave me the tumblr prompt “telling the rest of the rangers they’re together”. I couldn’t start writing until after work and I had a million ideas for this (initially more humorous I don’t know what happened??) but I hope you enjoy it. :)

Read it on AO3 

Rated M? Some allusions to sex, a little bit of violence, but nothing too crazy.

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exo at the pub

xiumin:

• already had pre drinks at home before coming to the bar

• beer snob

• coming to the pub is a win win thing for him, they have soccer matches on the big screen and they provide alcohol and food

• every time he’s challenged to a drinking game of who can drink the most he says he’s not good at this game…he always wins

• once he’s a bit drunk tipsy his confidence grows substantially. very loud and obnoxious 

• lots of yelling/cheering/chanting (eg. drink! drink! drink! drink! drink!)

suho:

• a “social drinker” 

• comes during happy hour

• wine snob

• always on the search for an ATM because he never brings cash

• likes playing the poker machines

• ends up being the babysitter for all his drunk friends

yixing:

• he has a very low drinking tolerance so he rarely goes out to pubs. he prefers drinking at home

• but when he does, he makes sure to have a plan B to get back home safely and a good friend to guide him throughout the night so that he won’t do anything too stupid

• lost his phone, asks everyone at the pub if they’ve seen it. (it’s in his pocket)

• after finishing a couple of drinks, he stacks the cups together and brings it back to the server

• women buys him drinks and he says thank you (that’s as far as it progresses) 

• when he gets a bit tipsy he tends to drape his arms around his friends and asks deep questions about life and society

chanyeol:

• enjoys a cold beer after work and what goes well with a cold beer? A large     t bone steak with chips, vegies and gravy 

• enjoys playing pool with his mates 

• when he gets up to go buy himself another drink he asks his mates if they want another round. he ends up buying multiple drinks and he tries to carry them all at once back to the table

• he’s the reason why the floor is always sticky

• likes to participate in skulling and chugging competitions

• once he becomes quite drunk he becomes more quiet and mellow. sometimes he is even a bit sensitive (he cries)

baekhyun:

• most likely doing a pub crawl with his mates so he’ll already be a bit tipsy with pre drinks

• announces his arrival each time he enters the pub

• changes the music played by the jukebox

• a regular participant during karaoke nights

• the bartender starts to refuse him drinks as the night goes on

• becomes more and more sleepy the more he drinks. falls asleep on the toilet when he reaches home

chen:

• goes to the pub every weekend

• usually drinking with his friends but he will ditch them if a lady catches his eye (his friends will make bets on if he will be successful in getting their number)

• when he sees a woman he is interested in he will buy her a drink and start a conversation

• dedicates songs he sings during karaoke to her

• sometimes he’s lucky and sometimes he’ll end up catching a taxi with his friends back home(after his friends mock him)

• becomes more smooth the more he drinks. sometimes he can come off as sleezy rather than smooth

kyungsoo:

• he doesn’t go to the pub by himself, he enjoys going with either friends or family

• he doesn’t drink a lot, just enough to keep him happy 

• he’s shy around women and it doesn’t help when his friends invite women to sit with them and they introduce him as a cute and charming bachelor

• he tends to scoot away and sit on the bar stool with his drink by himself when it gets too much. he makes friends with all the bartenders

• since he is small he gets pushed and knocked into a lot by people walking past who are carrying multiple drinks (he gets drinks spilled on him and he’s sticky and grumpy for the rest of the night)

• if he does get a bit drunk though, he talks a lot more and he becomes a mini encyclopedia that says random facts 

kai:

• a casual drinker. he likes going out for drinks with his friends and/or his girlfriend

• enjoys visiting hipster pubs since for their chill atmosphere and music. plus it’s more cozy when he’s just with his girlfriend

• and because they have a cute lil pub dog running around

• he usually has an early night since he enjoys his sleep and has an early start each day (if the night goes on too long he’ll fall asleep wherever he’s comfy)

• enjoys dancing when he’s a bit tipsy and goes full out when he’s drunk

• very giggly when drunk and the volume of his laugh increases as he drinks

sehun:

• has to show his ID each time he tries to enter the pub while his friends just enter

• determined to make his friends do shots with him

• his friends likes to dare him to go up to a group of women and try to get at least 1 phone number (he usually succeeds)

• starts falling over when gets tipsy but still giggling

• stays until the pub has to close and kicks him out

• loves hugs and cuddling with his mates once he is a bit drunk

Common farewells by flight
  • Wind: Make many stories.
  • Plague: Stay strong,
  • Shadow: Psych!
  • Nature: Grow well.
  • Earth: Remember me.
  • Light: Do not stray.
  • Lightning: See you after work.
  • Fire: Keep the fire burning.
  • Water: May your future be clear.
  • Ice: We will be together again.
  • Arcane: Don't get lost out there.