girls in all guy bands are the best

The Stereotypical Musician
  • Band Version, as determined in a half hour discussion in the band room
  • Piccolo: Quirky, lighthearted, wants to be left alone about their instrument
  • Flute: Takes things way too seriously
  • Clarinet: Shy, goofy when you get to know them, watches anime
  • Oboe: Tired
  • Alto Saxophone: Chill, usually an attractive guy
  • Tenor Saxophone: Awkward girl
  • Bari Sax: Doesn't look like they should be playing bari sax
  • Bassoon: Tall and serious girl or a short carefree guy
  • Bass Clarinet: Short and irritable
  • Trumpet: Immature, but fun
  • French Horn: Very few morals, if any
  • Trombone: Very flamboyant in all that they do
  • Tuba/Baritone: fat white guy with pimples
  • Percussionist: either is very serious about their instruments, but doesn't have the best rhythm or not very serious about their instruments but knows what they're doing.
Waterparks Isn't A Real Band. A Conspiracy Theory:

okay follow me here.

Waterparks isn’t a real band. They are a manufactured plug-in to fill the void in the scene that catered predominately to the preteen/young teen girl audience. 5 seconds of summer had filled that void up until the end of 2015 when they fell off the face of the earth to take time for themselves and start on their third album, this is also when parts of their fanbase began weening themselves off to look for other bands to put their time into until they came back.

Waterparks was fully exposed when they were apart of the vans warped tour lineup last year. There is next to nothing about them before their warped tour performances. It is difficult to get your band on the warped lineup (if you’re in a band, you know that it isn’t the easiest thing to become apart of). Why was it almost *too* easy for them to get themselves on the lineup and to cultivate decent sized crowds during the tour? Some could argue talent, but is there more to it? Why was that tour, more or less, their debut as a band? And why are all three of them, from a marketing standpoint, so carefully crafted and sold in a way to cater to these young girls?

I’m going to focus solely on Geoff and Awsten here when speaking of images. Geoff’s personality is based in the foundation of being goofy and sensitive. He is the typical young guy that plays video games, loves pokémon, is obsessed with all things fantasy, and he wears a zelda necklace to drive that point home. He is arguably the sweetest member of the band when it comes to band/fan relationships and encounters. He supports and encourages fan art and talent. He makes sure that fans feel special and loved, and he is very sweet on his girlfriend on public social media platforms. He speaks both in person and on social media like a down to earth script for young girls.

Awsten, on the other hand, is the embodiment of that kawaii and quirky guy all these young girls fantasize about being with or being best friends with because he’s different! and funny! and his social media is very VERY young-driven to the point where he acts incredibly younger than just being an immature boy with a social media handle which goes with his constant yelling and caps lock. His dyed hair is just another addition to his image because it sets him apart and connects him to the fanbase because so many teen girls have colors in their hair (which isn’t negative in any way none of what i’m saying is derogatory towards young girls. i’m the biggest advocate for young girls. i’m just explaining a theory). and he wears colors, patterns, designs, and just overall outfits that are on trend for teens. Awsten Knight is the biggest selling point for the group- not just because he is the frontman. He is the manic pixie dream boy that sits very well with his name being spelled as “AWSTEN.” He is a con job manufactured to manipulate and capitalize off of young girls for the scene to make more money and gain popularity with that very valuable spot. Awsten Knight is a creation of many people. He was created in a board room.

Their music is the perfect blend of that pop-rock sound that has been missing from the scene for a long while now. They sound very similar to the neon pop-punk era that peaked between 2007-2011. The lyrics are very surface level, and they cater predominantly to a teen audience that they can relate to (this isn’t much of an indication of anything because many bands lyrics *can* be that way but it still stands here).

but everything from their marketing to their image to their brand to their album cover to their aesthetic to their stage presence and banter is driven to fill this void in the scene. I’ve also heard from a trustworthy friend that they don’t really allow new crew members (especially if they’re women) because the girlfriends aren’t comfortable with it. But, is this a coverup? Is it really because they don’t want anyone from the outside to get into the inner circle and figure out they aren’t a genuinely real band so they use the girlfriend excuse so it isn’t a bit off or strange? because if they didn’t they’d have the scares of being #exposed for what their true purpose is.

so yeah conspiracy theory thread: Waterparks is a manufactured band.

Summary of the first #MarcoLIVE

Heyheyhey my fantastical laser puppies. It’s Eric the host of Talking Rainbows, Talking Puppies podcast and I sat through the whole stream of Marco live and here’s basically what went down.

  • Marco spent a good part of the livestream recapping the season one finale and Bon-Bon the Birthday Clown.
  • One of the laser puppies is named Barco.
  • According to Marco, him and Jackie aren’t officially boyfriend/girlfriend yet. They just went on one date, but she wants to go out with him again.
  • Marco wore a helmet in the gym shower because he has slipped in the shower once before.
  • Marco has been doing karate ever since he could remember but he’s not sure when exactly. He guesses 7 or 8.
  • Marco said he went to the Blood Moon Ball because he was feeling lonely and has felt kinda funny ever since.
  • Marco’s super awesome nachos have a bunch of spices but only a pinch of chili powder.
  • Marco’s parents are high school sweethearts. They met in high school and have been together ever since.
  • Marco’s dad lets the Echo Creek Marching band practice bi-weekly at his house, but he doesn’t think it helps.
  • Marco still considers Tom his friendenemy
  • Marco said that Star is his best friend and the best girl a guy could ask for (his words).
  • If he hadn’t met Star, his “safe kid” reputation would have caught up with him. Star has helped him break out his shell.
  • Starfan13 was there the entire time, apparently. She was hiding behind the counter.

That’s all! None of my questions were answered and there were a lot of people. Marco is very popular. I’ll sum up next week’s!


Pairing: Calum x Reader

Word Count: 3,072

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Language

A/N: Holy shit, this song gets me. Based off Linger by The Cranberries. I got a little carried away. Hope you guys like it.

From the moment your best friend, basically brother, Ashton introduced you to Calum, you knew you were in for it. You, Ashton, and Calum were close soon after that, the three of you were inseparable. When you saw Calum with his first girlfriend, you realized that he didn’t feel the same for you, you cried yourself to sleep. Ashton of course knew, how could he not? The number of girls he started dating only grew from there, even worse when the band got picked up. They were touring almost all year and you could only sit there and read about Calum’s new girlfriend, to which you could only scoff at, because, your Calum, he’s the biggest playboy you know. He won’t settle down, not even for that beautiful girl in the picture and especially not for someone like you. He’s out there enjoying life, holding hands with model after model, it’s all over the magazines. You’re never the center of his attention and you suppose that’s what hurts the most, that you came on tour to visit for your birthday, upon his and Ashton’s request, and here you are, night of your birthday, at dinner with the boys, Ashton, Luke, Michael, Calum…and Calum’s date. You watched from across the table as he smiled at something she had said. Your heart continuing to break and fall. You scoffed at the sight, knowing that could never be you. You got me wrapped around your goddamn finger, you thought, eyes widening as you realized you said that out loud.

“What are you on about?” Calum laughs finally, finally, looking away from his date. You couldn’t control the hurt that spread across your face. He was still smiling, his date smirked, the boys sat wide-eyed as they watched you. And you? You were done.

“N-nothing, Cal. I um…I actually don’t feel well. I-I think I’ll just head back to the room.” You manage to say, standing up.

“You can’t leave, it’s your birthday. You’re the guest of honor.” Michael laughs, trying to lighten the mood.

“Sorry, guys, I just don’t feel good. You all stay, have fun. Thanks for the dinner, I was having a really good time” You lie. Luke and Michael give you doubtful looks, which you respond with a pleading one, your eyes gesturing toward Calum and his date. The boys expressions soften and you knew they were pitying you, normally you wouldn’t want that, but at this point you just don’t care. You push your chair in and grab your purse. Ashton standing abruptly ignoring the curious looks from everyone.

“I’ll come with you.” He offers and you were about to object when Calum scoffs.

“What? Are you two a thing now? Shagging behind our backs? That wasn’t very smooth, Ash, you should wait at least five minutes after she leaves before faking your sickness too.” Calum fires, his tone is one you know all too well. Jealousy. You almost stop in your tracks to question him, but you notice his date holding him closer. You internally scoff. Jealousy, you think again. He has no right to feel that way, or no reason to anyway. So you just mutter out a goodnight and walk out. You and Ashton walk back to the hotel in silence, which is broken when you get to your room.

“You ready to shag, Y/n.” Ashton tries to joke.

“I’m leaving.” You reply, your voice wavering.

Ashton stays quiet and you look up at him. His eyebrows are furrowed and his expression mirrors yours, hurt. “Leaving the tour?”

“No…well, yes, technically. I mean…” You pause, letting out a frustrated groan, “Yes, I’m leaving the tour, leaving this fucking city, leaving this country, leaving Calum.”

“But you love him.” He states.

“Yeah, well love is all rainbows and butterflies, except when the other person doesn’t feel the same. I can’t take it anymore, Ash, I can’t. It hurts too much.” You cry. “I need to go. I need time.”

Ashton nods, if it’s anything he doesn’t want, it’s for you to be unhappy. He sighs and grabs your suitcase from the floor before mumbling, “I’ll help you pack.”

You offer him a small smile as he starts neatly packing your t-shirts, but it quickly falls into the same frown as you realize what’s probably going through his head. “Ash, I’m not leaving you, you know that right?”

“I ‘dunno, Y/n. I do almost everything with Cal, I just thought—”

“Ashton, I was your best mate long before he ever came along.” You reassure him, wapping your arms tightly around him. “I would never stop talking to you, Ash.”

Ashton’s mood brightens noticeably and the two of you continue packing. You’re almost finished packing when there’s a sudden knock on the door. Ashton moves to answer it and you continue what you’re doing.

“Mate…” Ashton trails off. You look towards the door and Ashton has the door cracked only a little, hiding you from whoever was there. Your breath hitches when you hear Calum’s voice.

“How could you do this, Ash? You’re my best mate, you know how I feel—”

“First of all,” Ashton starts as he cuts him off, “Nothing like that is happening. Second, you brought a date to Y/n’s birthday dinner. I don’t know about you, but if I felt the way you did, I sure wouldn’t bring someone else to Y/n’s birthday dinner.”

“Just let me talk to her.” Calum tries, but Ashton only pulls the door tighter against his body.

“Look, mate, I really don’t think it’s a good idea. It’s best for the both of you if—”

Apparently, Calum caught Ashton off guard and pushed the door open. His eyebrows furrow as he looks back and forth between you and your suitcase. “What’s going on?”

You look at Ashton for help. He sighs and walks to stand between you and Calum. “She’s going home, Cal.”

“But you just got here.” Calum says. You look at Ashton and nod your head towards the door.

He nods before muttering something about calling you an Uber.

“I thought you wanted to spend your birthday in New York City?” He questions.

“No, Calum.” You sigh, “I wanted to spend my birthday with you.”

“I know, that’s why you came all the way here, that’s why we took you to dinner.” He says, as confused as ever.

“You don’t get it,” You laugh dryly. “I wanted to spend my birthday with you, I didn’t want to spend it with you and your date.”

“She has a name.” He defends.

“I don’t care about her name, or the girl you were with before her. I’ve stopped remembering their names years ago.” You reply bitterly.

“I still don’t understand why you’re leaving!” He responds, getting back on topic.

You groan at him, “God, Calum! You can be so stupid sometimes, do you know what it feels like to fly all the way over here to the US to see you, to be with you, and then have you treat me like I’m here all the time. Like me being here isn’t a big deal. It fucking hurts, that I can be visiting you for my birthday and you’re still off with another girl. If there’s one thing fame hasn’t changed, it’s that part of you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, offended.

You shake your head at him. “It means that you have always had a different girl on your arm every fucking day. You remember when you asked me to be your date to Mali’s wedding?”

“Of course I do.” He whispers.

“Do you remember during the reception? I asked you to dance with me and for some reason you said no. I wasn’t sad, or hurt, or angry, how could I be? You asked me to be your date, something I thought would never in a million years happen. The world could’ve ended right then and I’d have been happy, because I was with you.”

“Y/n, I—”

“No, I’m not done. Do you remember after you a while of us just sitting there watching everyone else dance, when you asked me to get us some drinks? Of course I said yes, I’d have done just about anything you asked me to. But when I came back, you weren’t there, at first my naive mind thought you were in the bathroom or with a family member, but no, soon enough I saw you. Do you know what I’m talking about now?” You ask.

Calum shakes his head no.

“Do you want to guess?”

Calum shakes his head again.

“You were on the dance floor, with El Bradley.” You say. Realization spreads across Calum’s face.

“Y/n, it wasn’t like that.” Calum tries.

“Of course it was, it always is!” You yell, throwing your hands up. “I thought the world of you, Calum! I thought of all people, you would never hurt me! I was so happy that night, but when I saw you dancing with her, I knew I would never stand a chance. You broke my heart! I heard you and Luke talking that night too, saying you needed to make her jealous. You asked me to be your date to make her jealous. You used me.”

“No, you’ve got it wrong, Y/n. Please, just listen—”

But you continue, as if he hadn’t said anything. “I’ve stood by you, Calum, even after that, because I kept holding onto the hope that one day you would want me the way I want you. Do you know how many nights I spent crying over you? I have been in love with you forever and…holy shit…I-I think— I think you know, but you keep stringing me along. You get with these girls, making it so abundantly clear that we will never happen and still just break my heart everyday. You know I’m such a fool for you.”

You don’t know what kind of reaction you’re expecting, but the look of utter confusion is not it. HIs breathing is labored as he tries to get a word in, but you won’t let him, not now. He has had so many chances to explain himself before.

“I am too in love with you that the jealousy I used to have, doesn’t even get to me anymore, but for some reason you disregard my feelings, you make the pain I get when I see you with someone else just…linger. And what’s even worse is I just sit here and I take it.”

Calum looks broken, lost, “Y/n—”

“Not anymore,” You cut him off again, packing the last of your things and zipping the suitcase, “I don’t want to hurt anymore, Calum.”

Calum’s face pales as he realizes this is actually happening, his voice cracks as he whispers, “Don’t leave. Don’t go.”

“How can you ask that of me? After all you’ve put me through.” You ask, rhetorically. You heave the suitcase off the bed and pull the handle up.

He stands there, his mouth opening and closing, like a fish. You try wiping away the tears that haven’t stopped sliding down your cheeks and shake your head, pushing past him. You pause as your open the door.

You barely look over your shoulder and swallow the giant lump in your throat, “Goodbye, Calum.”

You should have felt better, like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders, but you don’t. You felt like you just left your whole heart in that hotel room. Ashton, of course, is waiting for you by the elevators. Hugging you tightly as you cry into his chest.

The flight home was long, you slept through most of it. When you get home, you celebrate your birthday with your family, pretending your whole world isn’t crashing down on you. It’s dark outside when you manage to slip out of the house, the way you used to when Ashton would convince you to sneak out. Climbing down from your window on the second floor is much harder without Ashton there. Using your flashlight, you make your way through the dark to the ‘secret spot’ you and Ashton used to go to when you were about eight and his parents were fighting and he needed a friend. There’s a small opening between the dunes, a palm tree randomly in the middle of the sand where you sat and leaned your back against the trunk. You bring your knees up to your chest as the tears start forming again. You turn your flashlight off and sit there listening to the waves crash against the shore. How could you let yourself fall so deep?  You jump when you feel your phone buzzing, you look down at the screen seeing Ashton’s face.

“Hey, Ash.” You answer.

“Hey, you.” He responds softly. “You at our spot?”

“Yeah, why?” You ask, confused.

“Your parents noticed you weren’t home and were worried, so they called and asked if I knew where you would be.” He explains.

“Oh.” You say, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back against the tree.

“I’ll call them back and tell them you’re okay…or alive anyway.” He says.

“Will you call me after? I really need you.” You ask, letting more tears fall.

“Of course I will.” He replies before saying a quick ‘bye’ and hanging up to call your parents. He doesn’t, call back though, it’s been half an hour. Maybe something else came up with the band. You sigh as you stare out into the darkness. You don’t know how long you were sitting there before you heard the crunch of footsteps. Figuring Ashton told your parents were and they were coming to get you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. I just wanted to be alone for a bit.” You say, not looking away from the water. Your voice was hoarse from the crying.

They didn’t answer, instead placing a what looked to be a card on your shoulder. You managed to give a small smile as you gingerly take the card, turning your flashlight back on and opening the card. Your smile fades as you recognize the messy handwriting, and the date. You quickly turn and point the flashlight at the culprit.

“Calum? What the fuck are you doing here? You have concerts and interviews!” You begin, forgetting that you were angry with him.

“Y/n, read the card.” He mutters.

Your back straightens and you try to hand the card back to him as you remember why you’re here in the first place. “No.”

“Please read it, Y/n, or I’ll just read it to you.” He warns. You sigh, knowing it will be read either way. You breath heavily out your nose and open the card again.

“2012, (Your birthdate.)”

You pause as you look back up at him. “You do realize this is year 2017, right?”

Calum rolls his eyes, “Just read the damn card, Y/n, please.”


I can’t tell you how many times I have rewrote this, just trying to find the right words. This has to be the seventh card. Anyway, I just wanted to wish you a very happy birthday. I hope today is the best day ever, because that’s the way it feels for me everyday. Everyday, I see you, or think of you, it just makes me smile because you are the best. You make me feel like no one ever has before. I love you, Y/n. I love you way more than a friend and certainly not in the way that Ashton loves you. Since the day Ash introduced us, I knew you were the one. I didn’t even try to fight it. There’s no denying that. I can’t and don’t want to remember what my life was like before I met you, because honestly, I don’t want to think of a life without you there. I may sound overdramatic, but I’m not me without you. I wanted you to know the way I feel and hopefully, if Ashton is telling the truth, you feel the same.

Anyways, the happiest of birthdays to you, Y/n, and many more to come.

Yours always,


“Calum—” You whisper.

“No, it’s my turn to talk. I wrote that five years ago, Y/n, but I never gave it to you, because I was just…too scared. I didn’t want to lose you if you didn’t feel the same. Y/n I swear the last thing I want in this world is for you to be hurt and, God, it nearly tore me apart, knowing I was the one hurting you. At Mali’s wedding, Luke was questioning me dancing with El since he knew I was head over heals for you and I guess that’s when you heard I was trying to make her jealous, but the her I was talking about was you. I didn’t know how else to get you to be mine. I was young, and scared, and stupid.” He rants.

“That doesn’t explain why you still go out with different women all the time.” You counter.

“Because, I’m trying to distract myself! If I had told you and you didn’t feel the same it’d be awkward and weird between us and I’d have to move on, so I saved myself the trouble. I’m so, so sorry that I’ve hurt you, Y/n. If you hate me now I understand, but you had to know, I do want you the way you want me, this whole time.” He says, before whispering. “I love you, Y/n.”

You don’t know what to say, so you stand and look at him for a quick second before jumping towards him and wrapping your arms around him. His arms hold you tightly against his body.

“I’m sorry I’m such an idiot.’ He mumbles.

“You’ve always been an idiot.” You laugh as you pull away slightly, looking all over his face, your eyes landing on his lips. You lean in and he meets you halfway, soon, your lips are moving together so perfectly, so magically. Everything felt like it was meant to be, the sparks flying, butterflies fluttering like crazy in your stomach. You break the kiss when your lungs burn, needing oxygen. Your both panting as you rest your forehead against his. You and Calum finally together. Finally happy.


// Yoongi Series ft. The Bangtan Squad

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Namjoon’s P.O.V

Being used is a pretty fucked up thing and everybody knows it - especially when you don’t know that you are being used and you find out way after you they stop talking to you. But do you want to know what else is fucked up? Being used and you know about it but you still let it happen.

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Dating Kian Lawley would include...

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- He always try to make you smile when your sad

- Being best friend with Andrea

- You guys have so much in common from music to favorite actors

- You guys go to lots of concerts all the time, even if you don’t know them, you go just because the band has a cool name

- You guys adopt a rabbit together

- Going to his movie premieres with him

- Being in most of his snapchats and blogs 

- You both love going to amusement parks all the time


- You are JC’s favorite girlfriend from out of all the girls Kian has dated

- Lots of funky nicknames like: Poo Poo Bear, Sugar Lips, Buhh, Licorice of my life and Chiquita

- You guys going to movies all the time

- Over text lots of double heart emojis

- Watching Dr. Phil together 

- Kian humming Dr. Phil’s theme song in the car

- When he drives he always puts his hand on your thigh all the time

- His family LOVES YOU

- Bobby is your favorite friend of Kian’s

- Lots of doodes

- Lots of unexpected flights to wherever

- Tumblr as fuck with each other

Invisible, Chapter Twelve

Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

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word count: ~1900

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Pool Side Beauty

A/N: Hello! So, this is my first ever time posting my writing on here. I used to write around 12 years ago, but once Niall went solo and I started to get into Tumblr & reading fic again, I decided to give it a shot! This is only the second thing I’ve written since picking it up again, so I massively apologise if it’s rubbish haha! I’ve worked hard on it and while I know I have a long, LONG way to go to match the level of talent I read on here, I hope it’s a start! Also, this was literally written on the notes bit of my iPhone so if the layout etc is appalling I’m sorry! I’ve tried to edit etc as much as I can.

Warnings: contains smut!

You let out a contented sigh as you took in the sun beating down on your body. You could hear the dull chatter and laughter of the other holiday makers around you. You’d come on holiday to Ibiza with Niall and a few of his friends & their girlfriends. Staying in an expensive complex, you were all sharing a large villa. All villas had their own private pool, but the complex also had a large public pool with a bar outside in the grounds which is where you had all decided to park yourselves today. You were lying on a wicker sun lounger, Niall on the one next to you. Deo was lying on the one next to him, both of them chatting away and nursing cold beers. Music played from the bar radio, happy summer tunes which only added to the chilled, relaxed vibe that hung in the air. Niall had been so busy recently between the promo for slow hands, finishing off his album and getting ready for tour that when it had been suggested you all head off for a weeks holiday in the sun you had jumped at the chance. Grabbing your cocktail from the little table attached to your lounger, you take a long sip. The cold, refreshing liquid trickled down your throat giving a short relief from the blazing heat. You could feel your eyelids start to droop behind your sunglasses, the bliss and relaxation threatening to take over your body. This was easily the most stress & care free you had felt in a long time, and you knew Niall felt the same. You heard him let out his infamous cackle and couldn’t help the smile that spread over your face. It was so nice to hear him finally relaxed and enjoying himself. You had lost count of the amount of times in the last few months where he’d come home overworked, stressed and exhausted. He deserved this break more than anyone. Glancing over at him you took in his form. Wearing nothing but a pair of blue & white striped swim shorts he looked an absolute vision of beauty. His torso bare, a redness glowing from his skin caused by too many hours sitting in the sun. You let out another small sigh, eyes still crawling over Nialls body as he lounged back, ankles crossed over one another, his bottle of beer in his hand, resting on his thigh. Just as you were about to rip your attention away from Niall, Deo reached over nudging him with his elbow and jutting his head forward in motion to something. Nialls head moved to the direction Deo was staring in, stopping when he realised what he was trying to show him. A tall, slim blonde woman leaning over a table to wipe it down, her long tanned legs on show in a pair of tight shorts. Your eyes fell on her and your eyebrows raised, it was no wonder Deo was staring, she was stunning. You glanced back at Niall, waiting for him to shake his head and laugh at his cousins immature ways. But he done quite the opposite. Clearly not realising you were watching, his brows quirked up above his Ray Bands, his mouth adorning a smirk and a small hum of approval left his lips “not bad” you heard him mutter to Deo, who snickered quietly.

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Pure Honesty (Theo Raeken)

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Summary: Please insert foot into mouth. AU (also featuring Liam Dunbar).

The line at Starbucks is long, but that’s to be expected when it’s located in the busy shopping district in town.

[Name] shifts her body weight between her feet as she waits to order. She’s decided on her drink long ago but the line was moving as fast as the workers could possibly go. Her best friend Gemma is beside her, also fidgeting in boredom.

Gemma’s eye catches on a promotional poster framed and on display of the band “The Pack.” It was a popular band made up of six guys, all good looking, all the wet dream of every girl in the world. Maybe not every girl in the world, but a good majority.

“Oh look! A poster of The Pack!” Gemma says, pointing at the poster. “I know they have a concert coming up, but presale was sold out in a matter of minutes. I wish I had tickets.”

“Well, when a band comes to perform in their hometown, of course it would sell out fast,” [Name] answers with a shrug.

“If I went, would you have gone with me?”

[Name] smiles. “I’m not a huge fan of them, but I do like some of their songs. But if you got tickets, I’d go with you.”

Gemma takes another look at the poster and sighs, her hands clasped over her heart. “Ugh, I think that Derek Hale is the dreamiest out of all of them.”

[Name] giggles and shrugs. “Isn’t he the oldest member? He’s more man than the others.”

Gemma sighs again. “Isn’t he?”

Another look is cast off at the members of the band and [Name] says, “I think all of them are pretty cute, but I’d say that Theo is the cutest.”

Gemma nods in agreement. “I can see that. There is something about him that is pretty yummy. But what about Liam Dunbar? He’s super cute.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

The deep, husky voice intruding on their conversation makes them both stop dead in their tracks. The pair of guys in front of them in line had turned around, both smirking in amusement. And as the universe would have it, it was none other than Theo Raeken and Liam Dunbar.

Gemma is the first to balk, her face starting to resemble a tomato. Heat enflames [Name]’s cheeks and her words stutter. “Oh my god. I-I mean…y-you’re…” She shakes her head. These guys had to have heard girls tell them that they were attractive all the time. What was one more girl?

“You know what? Screw it. Yes, I think that Theo, you’re the cutest out of the whole band. You have a face that I would love to kiss off if I ever had the chance, and I won’t so, there’s no point in trying to hide it.” She shrugs as Gemma continues to remain speechless.

“I like her and her honesty,” Liam says grinning. He smacks Theo in the chest. “You should keep her.”

Theo grins as well. “She’s cute and honest. Maybe I will.”

[Name]’s blush grows, and she tugs her scarf off, the heat of her embarrassment becoming too much. Before anyone else can respond, the barista says, “Hello, welcome to Starbucks. What would you like?”

Theo gives her another smirk that makes her want to melt into a puddle before he and Liam turn to order.

Gemma grabs [Name]’s arm and whispers, “Oh my god! I can’t believe that we just ran into Theo Raeken and Liam Dunbar! And that you said to his face that you wanna kiss his face off!”

“I kinda wanna die right now,” she whispers back. “This moment is gonna pop into my head for years to come late at night when I’m trying to sleep and remind me of what a damn loud mouth I have!”

Theo and Liam finish their order and move out of the line to pick it up. [Name] and Gemma step forward to order. As they reach for their wallets, the barista stops them. “Don’t worry about it. The guys in front of you paid for your drinks already.”

“They did?” [Name] asks. She glances over to where Theo and Liam got their drinks and were starting to leave. Theo winks at her as they pass by.

It’s not long until they get their own drinks, however there’s a phone number and a message written on her cup and not Gemma’s.

Hey Starbucks girl. Call me if you and your friends want tickets to our concert. You may just get your wish to kiss me, too, but only if I get to keep you. -Theo

My experience at the HVFF

This is going to be a very long post about my experience at the HVFF (sorry for my terrible English).

So, when we arrived, on our left, we saw Milo Ventimiglia and we almost fainted in front of him because we didn’t expect to see him so close to the entrance lol Infact we were shocked when we saw John Barrowman few seconds later on our right too haha

Then my friends and I went immediately to Robin’s stand and when we saw him we all freaked out -damn, he’s so good looking and he seems like 28, not 39 :O- So we stood right next to him (not in the queue) and when he saw us he waved and smiled at us (his smile is so bright and cute, I almost melted).

Then I met Em, Julia (@robinllordtaylor) and Jen (@christopherpaulcolfers) and they’re absolutely adorable ;-; I’m so happy that I’ve finally met them -I love you so much girls!

Then we all went to Robin’s photo-op and when I saw him I asked him if we could hug and he said ‘Of course, sweetie!’ and he smiled again. So I picked up my bags and I showed my hand to my friend -because I was literally shaking- and Dickie (Robin’s husband) saw me and he laughed -lol I was sooo embarrassed!

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Class E’s Club Activities

There’s a page in the databook with details on ten of the students’ club activities, which they had done before dropping into Class E. I thought they were pretty interesting, adding some details on both popular and overlooked students alike, so I figured I’d share it! 

Tennis Club:

Isogai used an old, secondhand racket because of financial difficulties at home, but even so, he was a strong player. On top of that, he was well-liked.

Swimming Club:

Although she is girl, Kataoka was called the “underwater nobleman”. As one would expect, she was very popular with girls.

Cooking Club:

When Hara belonged to the cooking club, her cooking was so warm and cordial that she was able to capture the stomachs of the other club members.

Amateur Radio Club:

Nakamura would use the radio to tease and tell dirty jokes to innocent, geeky boys, but this was still her main club.

Photo Club:

Okajima only took pictures of people (specifically, of women). He was a legendary member who spent day after day running about and searching for people (women) to photograph.

[Note: The parts in parenthesis are part of the text, not from me ^^;] 

Railroad Research Club:

Yoshida, who likes vehicles in general, used to be affiliated with this club. He’s especially crazy for steam locomotives, so he took a railroad tour.

Light Music Club:

Chiba prefers hardcore punk. When performing with the club’s band, he’d do things like spike his hair, which exposed his eyes.

Brass Band Club:

Nagisa was the only boy there. Wanting another male member, he tried to persuade other guys into joining every year, but he was always told “That club’s for girls”.

Detective Club:

The world’s best detective, Katsuragi Yako, came to lecture and consumed all the catered lunch, which was supposed to be for everybody, before returning home.

[Note: For those who haven’t read Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Matsui’s previous work before Assassination Classroom, Yako is the main character. It’s nice to see references to his old work.]

Fishing Club:

Muramatsu was good at ocean fishing, and apparently, he’d use the fish he caught during club activities at his shop.

Don’t go- Josh Dun


He hadn’t answered his phone in over 5 hours. This wasn’t like him. He always answered your calls and texts almost immediately.

Did he meet someone else? He probably didn’t care about you anymore, he won’t even be here for our 3rd anniversary. He could get anyone in the world, so why did he settle for you? You we’re a piece of crap. You we’re far from perfect, you had an ugly smile, and your laugh was so annoying.

Those thoughts had been haunting you for the past 3 months but when Josh didn’t answer your calls for the last 5 hours, that was enough for you to believe all of them. You just wanted to push all the voices out. There was only one way though.

You walked to the bathroom sobbing, knowing that both you and Josh would be free again. You from your misery and Josh from you. That’s what he wanted wasn’t it?

You opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed a bottle of sleeping pills. You heard a knock on the door as you took a big swig of water swallowing the pills then your phone rang out from the counter. It was Josh.

That’s when you fell to the ground and everything went black. You wanted to go back but it was too late.

Josh P.O.V.

I met her just over 3 years ago. Her smile pulled me in. The way she laughed made my heart skip a beat. She was freaking beautiful and she was so talented. From the first time I met her I felt a special connection to her.

Fast forward 3 years and we’ve been dating for 2 years, 11 months, and 29 days. Yes I kept a count because she meant so much to me. She always knows exactly the right things to say and do. I couldn’t help but think she ended up in my life for a reason. She was perfect.

Tyler and I just got off the plane from finishing our tour. Y/N doesn’t know we’re back yet. She thinks I’ll be home late tomorrow night, but I wanted to surprise her for our anniversary tomorrow.

I had a lot planned for us and I couldn’t wait to see her reaction when I proposed to her.

Once Jenna and Tyler dropped me off at Y/N and I’s apartment I started towards the door.  Was so excited to see her again. It has been 2 months since I got to see her in person.

I knocked on the door and waited for it to open. There was no answer. I decided to call her and I got a little nervous when she didn’t answer. I went to the neighbors to get the key they had of our. I could help but fear the worse. Y/N has battled with depression and when I went away she wasn’t in the best state of mind.

When the door finally opened I called out her name. That’s when I came across the bathroom to find the love of my life on the ground with an empty bottle of pills next to her.

I called 911 while trying to find a pulse. I was a little hopeful when I felt it but it was weak.

“Stay with me baby. I love you Y/N, don’t go. We were gonna get married. Baby I need you.” I just kept talking in hopes she could hear me.

The ambulance showed up about 7 minutes later. I had to call Tyler to meet me at the hospital because I couldn’t do this alone.

“Hey Tyler. Meet me at the hospital right now. I just found Y/N on the ground,she took some pills and I’m scared.” I could barely breath, my chest felt heavy with worry.

“We’re on our way now Josh stay strong, she’ll be okay.” Tyler’s voice was filled with fear and concern but he was trying to hide it.

She was taken away right away once arriving at the hospital. I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Tyler. My tears just feel and I collapsed to the ground.

“I knew I should have told her I was coming home. I knew I should have never left her in the beginning.”

“Hey Josh She’ll be fine. She’s a fighter, she loves you and if she did hear you before then she’s gonna get herself better.” Tyler and Jenna stayed with me until the doctor came out.

“You must be Josh Dun, correct?”

“Yes. How’s Y/N? Can I see her.”

The doctor let out a sigh the started to talk. “She’s doing great. She overdosed on sleeping pills. Once we got her back there her heart stopped but we have her stabilized now. We have hopes that she will be awake tomorrow. Thank god you found her when you did. She wouldn’t have made it if you had waited all of 3 more minutes. You can go see her now.” With that the doctor lead all of us to where Y/N was.

She must have not eaten in a few weeks. She was at least 25 pounds lighter and her arms were covered in scars.

“Oh my god. Josh how long has she been this bad?” Tyler asked kneeling next to me as I held her hand and kissed her knuckles.

“I-I don’t really know. I got so wrapped up in the album and tour I guess I didn’t even notice. Fuck this is all my fault. I love her so much and I didn’t even realize that she was hurting herself. I don’t deserve her.”

“Don’t blame yourself for this Josh. Just be there for her.”

Tyler and Jenna left about 3 hours later after they knew I was okay. They offered to bring me home but I wasn’t leaving Y/N’s side.

I pulled a chair up next to her bedside and just held her hand. I drummed a little beat with my thumbs on her hand and I must and fallen asleep. I was awoken by yelling and a loud beeping noise. The nurses removed me from the room quickly as I tried to fight my way back to Y/N.

“Sir we need to make sure she’s fully stabilized before you can go back in.” The nurse explained to me as I asked to go back in after sitting in the waiting room for 20  minutes.

It was about an hour later when I could go back in. She looked like she did before except this time her eyes were open. She was just staring down at her wrist crying.

I placed a hand on her leg. She jumped “Are you a nurse?”

I looked at her with a quizzical face. Before I could reply the doctor came in and asked to speak to me.

He explained how she had some sort of seizure when she woke up. He then explained how she will have some memory loss for the next few hours but she should be okay by tonight. He had full faith in her which made me feel good.

“Hey Y/N, do you remember me?” I entered the room again.

“Umm… Yeah don’t you play in a band or something? Like the drums?” I thought it would be best to go along with whatever she said for now.

“Yeah. Are you a fan?”

She smiled and it made my heart skip a beat like always.

“I think so. Can I hear a song?”

“Of course.” I said pulling out my phone playing her favorite song.

As We Don’t Believe What’s On TV played I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was so beautiful, how could she ever how doubts about herself?

When the song ended she asked to hear more. We listen to the whole Blurryface album and I gently drummed my fingers on the bedside again. She watched me the whole time.

“You must be really talented. Do you have a girlfriend?”

“I do actually.” I smiled and then it faded when I realized what she had asked me.

“Wow she must be very lucky to have you.”

“No I’m lucky one.”

“Josh, will you tell me about her?”

“Well for starters she’s beautiful, talented, and her smile. Her smile makes me the happiest man alive. I could go on for hours about everything I love about her. She’s perfect for me.”

She smiled down at me.

“I feel like I know who you are. Are we friends?”

“I would say more than friends. What do you remember about me?”

Y/N P.O.V.

“I would say more than friends. What do you remember about me?”

I sat and thought for a moment. My thoughts and memories were all cloudy and I wasn’t sure what was real or not.

“Well I remember that there is Tyler he’s the one who sings those songs.A blonde girl. Gianna, possibly. I think we’re all friends right?”

“Close, her name is Jenna. Tyler and I play in the band twenty one pilots and Jenna is one of your best friends.” Josh said reassuring me.

With that a man and a woman walked in. they looked to Josh as if they didn’t know what to say.

“Hey guys. Y/N woke up a while ago and she’s getting some memories back.” Josh told them what I remembered. After talking a bit about our friendship Jenna asked if Josh wanted to take a walk with her. I wondered why he said yes, I thought we were getting along so well. I wanted to know more about his girlfriend,he sounded so madly in love with her. Something I only dreamed a guy would do about me.

Once they left the room Tyler sat in the chair next to the bed that Josh just left.

“Hey Y/N. How do you feel?”

“Good I guess. Tyler can I ask you a question?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Is Josh happy with Jenna? I mean he deserves the best and I think she would be great for him I guess.”

He chuckled and looked at the ground. “Well I hope they don’t get to close. After all she’s my wife.”

“Oh whoops, I thought they were dating. Sorry. So who is he dating?” You felt sort of embarrassed but you felt comfortable around Tyler like you did with Josh.

“Well she’s this funny girl who I introduced him to over 3 years ago. Today is their 3 year anniversary actually and he was gonna surprise her, but something came up. She’s my wife’s best friend and she was her maid of honor in our wedding. We all missed her being on tour with us, but she had work so she could join us the past 3 months.” You sat and listened to Tyler go on about this girl for a while.

Josh P.O.V.

“Thanks for getting me out of there Jenna.”

“No problem. I saw the tears in your eyes and knew you probably needed a minute to breathe.”

“Yeah. It’s just so hard not being able to wish her a happy anniversary or kiss her. I mean she doesn’t even know we’re dating. I had all these plans to propose today and I just feel so bad for her.” I wanted to cry but just held the emotions in. I wanted to stay as strong as possible.

“The doctor said we could show her picture and videos and things like that to jog her memory but I don’t want to mess with anything, you know?”

“I get it, but i think she’s getting a lot of the memories back she just needs a little more push to get the rest.” Jenna said pulling out her phone. She showed em a few pictures she had taken of Y/N and I when we were on tour together.

“Show these to her and maybe it will help her.” She said handing me the phone as we walked back into Y/N’s room.

Y/N P.O.V.

Josh and Jenna walked in and Josh sat next to me again. He handed me the phone and scrolled through a few pictures of him and me. It was when he got to the 5th or 6th picture that it clicked. I was his girlfriend. Tears filled my eyes and Josh looked up at me.

“What’s wrong?” Josh said wiping away a stray tear that must have fallen from my eye.

“Happy anniversary babe.”

The room went silent. Everyone’s jaws fell open. Then Josh stood up and put his lips to my forehead.

“I love you Y/N. Happy anniversary baby.”

Josh handed Jenna her phone back. Then they left leaving only Josh and I in the room. I moved over on the bed so Josh could sit next to me.

Not that he felt like a stranger but I still didn’t have full memory back so I still didn’t feel like I’ve known him for 3 years.

Josh’s P.O.V.

It had been a few hours since she remembered who I was. I know there were pieces still missing from her memory but the next morning she would have it all back says the doctor.

It was early in the morning when I woke up and saw her sleeping so peacefully. I didn’t want to leave but I hadn’t taken a shower in over 3 days now.

Once I returned 3 hours later she was awake.

She greeted me with the biggest smile.

“Hey Josh.”

I was so happy to hear her voice again with a happy tone.

“Hey babe. How did you sleep?” I asked as I sat down on the bed with her again.

“Great.” There was a moment of silence as the cuddles close into my side. “Josh I’m so sorry. I-”  I cut her off before she could say anything more.

“Y/N there’s nothing to be apologizing about. Just please promise me you’ll come to me about this if there’s a next time.”

She nodded her head and I kissed her on the top of her head.

“You missed.” She said as she came up to met her lips with mine. We were interrupted by Tyler walking in.

“Woah didn’t know I was getting a show with visiting my best friend.” Y/N pulled away and chucked. I just stared down at her. I can’t believe I almost lost the love of my life to her stupid demons.

6 weeks later

Y/N and I just left having a nice dinner at her favorite restaurant. We were walking along the river path when I stopped and dropped to my knee. Y/N didn’t notice for a few seconds and when she turned around to see me pulling out the small velvet box she started to cry. This was it. The moment I’ve been anticipating since our first few dates.

I planned a whole speech but I couldn’t get the words to form so I simply just said “Y/N make me the happiest man to ever live and marry me.”

She stepped closer to me and shook her head yes. I slipped the ring in her finger and then pulled her into a hug.

She was finally mine. I was never letting her go again and something told me she was thinking the same about herself and I.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Josh.”  

Guns N’ Roses at one of their first photo shoots, October, 1985

“We’d been playing shows solidly for three years before anybody knew who we were. We spent a couple of years opening up for The Cult, Alice Cooper, Iron Maiden, and Motley Crue, and then we got on a tour with Aerosmith. At the start of that tour is when Sweet Child O’ Mine came out. Appetite had been hovering in the ‘90s on the Billboard Charts for a long time, and it suddenly started moving up. We were on this tour, and there’d be 70 people showing up early to catch our show. Then the single started getting played, and the next week it was 700 people. The single then moved into the Top Ten, and the album moved into the Top Twenty, and suddenly it broke. The record and the single both went to Number One, and all 17,000 people started showing up early to see us play for the last few weeks of that tour. That’s why people think we blew up over night, but in reality we’d been at it for a long time before we broke big. People soon started dressing like us. They started wearing cowboy boots over their pants and cutting the knees of their jeans and wearing scarves and crap like that. When we got back to LA I remember seeing it. All the ads for bands in magazines would look just like us. I thought it was nice that all these people finally realized I was a really funny and engaging human being, and all the girls finally realized I was the best-looking guy around – because I already knew all this stuff. I didn’t figure out for about six months that it had something to do with my band blowing up.” - Duff McKagan

Real One

Summary: Your friend gets meet and greet tickets for her favorite band and wants you to come with. Fall Out Boy is a great band that you also like but don’t know much about. Then you finally meet them.

Pairing: Patrick Stump x Reader

Reader: Female

Warnings: mentions of depression, smut

Words: 7056

I sat on the ugly yellow couch in the small square room that was my therapist’s office. Temporary but it was still uncomfortable. There was only one small window and it was facing a building. I’m not claustrophobic but it felt small.

“So, you said that your friend is taking you to a meet and greet for this band, Fall Out Boy? Are you at all excited,” she asked me? Janna Thompson was a sweet lady and I liked her instantly. She was always willing to talk with me about pop culture. She would let me get off track if she knew I needed it. Today wasn’t a rough day so it would be short.

“I mean, I guess. I like the music they put out. I just hope they aren’t entitled rock stars. Mara seems to really like Pete so I’m happy she’ll get to meet him,” I said, shrugging. “I mean, we’re 23. I am all for her liking something like this but I feel weird. I feel like a kid or something.” Janna nodded.

“If it’s something you like, then it’s not weird and you shouldn’t be ashamed of it. Same thing applies to your friend, (Y/N).” I smiled and nodded. She was right. “Oh, and be sure to tell me all about them when you get back.” I laughed. She knew just how to help me relax.


The day of the concert came and I was attempting to straighten my hair. It wasn’t very long and tended to curl when I didn’t want it to. Mara came bouncing to the bathroom wearing a shirt she had gotten at their last concert.

“Come on, (Y/N)! We don’t wanna be late. Here, I’ll help.” I chuckled as she took the flat iron from me. I loved seeing her so happy. Reminded me that things weren’t all bad. Her nails were painted purple and she had managed a purple smoky eye that I envied. I could only manage eyeliner and even that wasn’t always great.

She managed to tease my hair into a presentable state and she pulled me out the door not long after. She blasted their new album and we sang along. She knew more words than I did but at least I was having fun.

“So, this is called “The Last of the Real Ones” and honestly it’s so amazing. It’s one of those songs where you just try to imagine the guys saying it to you. Pete is a genius.” She giggled. I rolled my eyes at her.

“Well what about the singer? He’s the one delivering all this emotion into the song.” I listened to this singer pour his soul out to some girl.

“Patrick. He’s an amazing vocalist. One of the best in today’s music if you ask me. Then there’s Joe and Andy who complete the band and are super talented.” I listened to the music and the lyrics. Patrick really gave it his all.

“I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me?”

Patrick, huh?

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“i actually kissed you” ;o

based on this specific event (ahem - - sorry if it’s…a little sad and dramatic? it’s the vibe i got, with the way josh moved away when ty tried to kiss him, and ty made these connections (love=fear, heartbreak=josh) so i just ran with it. did anyone else get these impressions? Anyway…here’s a story with a flashback of them acting like total frat boys 


“dude, what do you think our fans would do if they knew we actually like..made out once?” tyler asked josh, winking playfully at him. 

“we did?” josh asked, brows raised slightly and biting his lip. 

these conversations hardly came up between the two, but they were usually brought up by moments like these. they were both heavily attracted to one another from the start, but held back because of upbringings and family pressures. tyler’s family expected him to hit certain milestones by certain ages, so when he found a girl and got married, josh’s heart was broken and all explorations stopped. they remained best friends, obviously, and josh learned to love jenna for completing his friend, plus she was super nice, so he respected her relationship’s boundaries by closing himself off to all advances from tyler. he suppressed all memories with him of that nature, and moved on to dating girls and living the lifestyle of a single guy. 

tyler understood josh’s reasoning, but was a bit hurt because jenna said she didn’t mind sharing if that made him happy. josh didn’t feel right taking advantage of jenna’s selflessness. it would be different if he and jenna also liked each other in “that way” and tyler shared, completing the triangle, but they didn’t. besides, it was hard enough being in love with his best friend/band mate who was literally written on his body permanently. tyler would never admit it, but he was secretly jealous about josh dating other people, which was silly considering he had a wife. he idealized one day josh having a wife that jenna would fall in love with, then it’d be fair if tyler and josh had that kind of relationship and no one would be the 3rd wheel. jenna showed no signs of bisexuality, but honestly tyler didn’t consider himself bi until josh. 

“you had a bit too much to drink, it’s probably why you don’t remember.” tyler said. josh then had a flashback to what he was referring to. it was in those days where they were just starting out, touring in a van. those were particularly hard days for tyler. but thinking back, those were they best days ever for josh. he truly got to be there for tyler, and tyler clung to him like a lifeline. it was the first time josh felt so needed and got to be part of someone’s dream. 

*************** flashback******************

josh’s groin stirred at the memory tyler was referring to, bringing back the alcohol lust fueled make out from that night. they were a couple years over the legal drinking age, but both being brainwashed and watched harshly by parents, were late bloomers. so after doing a show, tyler had a tough time winding down. they sometimes got fast food, and sometimes stopped by gas stations to pick up “dinner” (cookies, chips, chocolate milk, redbull, etc). josh, being the slightly more rebellious one, decided it’d be fun to surprise tyler with something different. tyler already grabbed his essentials and ran out to the van where it was parked and mark was filling it up. josh went to the checkout with his stuff, and grabbed a 12 pack of beer. he proudly showed his i.d. and waltzed out of the store with a huge grin. 

“we’re gonna have fun tonight, ty!” josh sang.

“whaddya mean?” ty asked, pouting slightly. josh grabbed ty’s hand and handed him the 12 pack of beer, which was too heavy. ty promptly had to set it down, cackling like an idiot. 

“JOSH. NO. BAD.” ty scolded jokingly. mark just shook his head, totally expecting this from josh, but not expecting tyler to actually drink the stuff. they loaded up, and tyler and josh sat in back while mark drove, blaring crappy hip hop music while drinking one after another. they didn’t care it was illegal to have open containers of alcohol, as long as they didn’t get caught. it got boring driving cross state and sleeping in walmart parking lots. 

“oh shit i love this song” tyler blurted, feeling very loose and kind of funny. he moved his hips a certain way that when josh noticed, he shoved tyler, laughing.

“you’re so weird, oh my god, tyler” josh said. but he started doing the same thing though, rocking his hips in a dirty way to the music. tyler felt flushed all over, and rolled over on top of josh straddling his hips. he was still laughing, goofy acting from the alcohol. josh was the same way, a little voice in the back of his mind telling him it wasn’t a good idea, but ignored it in favor of having no inhibitions whatsoever. it all felt so natural. he relaxed and let tyler grind against the front of his jeans, blaring music covering the sound of their moans and heavy breathing. mark continued driving them down the highway, blissfully ignorant to his gay acting friends in the back. tyler wasn’t laughing anymore, his mouth was open and eyes closed as he worked his hips languidly to the rhythm. josh would’ve laughed and made a joke about him drooling if it weren’t so hot, and he weren’t literally making him harder than a rock. tyler felt and massaged josh’s pecs as if he were touching a girl, and josh bucked his hips up, causing tyler’s uncoordinated muscles to give in and he fell forward. josh grabbed his hips, stabilizing him and rutting desperately for more friction. tyler kissed josh’s neck feverishly, rooting for his lips and running his tongue over his mouth. josh squeezed his hips as tyler continued kissing him aggressively while rubbing their cocks together hard. josh squeezed tyler’s ass, pulling him hard against him as he released his seed, making a huge mess in the front of his briefs. tyler felt a wetness and went fast a few times until he let go as well, then collapsed on top of josh. josh was breathless and tyler was a giggling, tearful mess. 

josh continued holding him close, running his hands up and down tyler’s back soothingly, until it felt like tyler was breathing kind of erratically. almost as if he were hyperventilating or hiccuping or something. josh felt a wetness on his collar, then realized that tyler was crying. josh tapped tyler’s shoulder and lifted his face up to look into those wet, doe brown puddles. 

“what’s wrong?” josh asked. tyler wasn’t sure himself, but he felt so happy. like a huge weight had been lifted from him. tyler just shook his head, smiling, and kissed josh on the lips. 

“thank you” tyler simply said, and josh smiled back, nodding in amazement. from then on, they had a bond that no one could get between and trusted each other with their lives. that raw moment was just symbolic of that connection. 

*************end flashback************

“no, i actually think i remember what you’re talking about now. man, jenna’s a lucky woman” josh responded. 

Beach houses and songwriting|| mc

Requested: Yes! Sorry for the delay, I hope you enjoy this!

Unlike the rest of her band, Y/n did not understand why they had to share the house with another group of guys. Especially since she had just gotten out of a horrible relationship and wanted nothing to do with guys. At least for a while.

Her band Beyond the Unlimited, although still small, was invited by Teen Choice Awards to a beautiful beach house in St. Barth, a luxurious island on the Caribbean. It was due to their collaboration on the show itself they, along with another band, had been invited to this incredible island. And who were they to say no to a free vacation?

The girls were told the other band would be the first to arrive to the house since they were closer to the island due to their American leg of their tour. And them being English and living on the heart of London, had a long way to go.

The day their flight was booked, Y/n and the rest of the band met a few hours before on the airport, each buzzing with excitement for different reasons. Tracy, the drummer, was excited to try surfing and the different sport the beach could provide her with. Living on a rainy city, she didn’t find pleasure on getting in the water only to be freezing cold. Claire, the bassist, was already daydreaming with the different foods and drinks she was going to try, vowing not to repeat any plate of food unless completely necessary. Natalie, the lead vocalist and guitarist, had spent the last few days buying bathing suits that didn’t leave much for the imagination, planning on having a tan line darker than the night itself. 

But Y/n? She was excited for the sleeping she was finally going to be able to catch up on, since the breakup had left her completely exhausted. Hours before the plane she had already turned on airplane mode on her phone and decided she was not going to make any type of contact with the people she was leaving on England. Except her family, of course.

They all could agree on one thing though; they were dying to find out which band would they have the pleasure of sharing a house with. The girls discussed with hushed giggles their theories and hopes of sharing a house with a band they knew already, while the four of them made their way to the airplane. Y/n though, was already submerged in her own world of music. 

She had failed to leave behind the overflowing folder of music sheets, from where she got the inspiration for their songs. Because, while she sucked with words, she had a way of portraying her feelings through music that no one else had. Currently, she was working on a piece that was said to be impossible.

Before his death, Mozart was working on a piece that was rumored to be incredible. Problem is, he never got to fully finish and before he knew it, the compositor was on his death bed, unable to finish it any longer. Thankfully, like the rest of his compositions, the copy of the piece was shown to the public and ever since Y/n got her hands on it she’s been working on it.

“That piece again? We don’t even play classical music” Claire complained when she eyed the piece of paper Y/n was so intently staring at. 

“Where do you think all of our melodies come from, smartass?” Y/n grinned at her friend and the bassist rolled her eyes at her attitude, leaving hers aside and trying to help her with it. “Okay so maybe it’s not a melody but a base?” Claire suggested and gave her idea a go, humming the possible rhythm as best as she could. “Yeah no, it sounds like shit” Both of them grimaced as they seated on their assigned seats and prepared for the long flight. 

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Weird Kids is the second full-length studio album by Poughkeepsie based Pop-Punk band
We Are The In Crowd and was released 
on 18 February 2014 on Hopeless Records.The special best buy version includes 2 bonus tracks.
It was produced by John Feldmann and allowed the band to reach a whole new level. In its first year out, it has given WATIC a new opportunity to grow, while still being themselves.
Stoked to see what more the future has in store for the guys and girl of We Are The In Crowd. 

Happy 1 year anniversary of the release of Weird Kids!!!

We’re all just WEIRDkids in the end. 

To Be Continued

do you think you could do a lil thing where youre one of the dancers in the whats wrong video and theres a little bit of ~tension~ between you and lynn??

Hope you enjoy this one, anon. Had fun writing it. Still taking requests so hit me up beautiful humans. 

You locked your car as you threw your bag over your shoulder. You hadn’t realised you were shooting in such a creepy set. It was like some kind of old abandoned church like building. You kind of had a thing for the dark and supernatural though, you just weren’t usually dancing around in the midst of it. You waved to your colleague, watching as her and the other dancers and actors rolled up to set. Your call time was 5pm, but you had decided to drive down early. You liked to get a feel for the set instead of just jumping right in there. And since you hadn’t actually rehearsed the choreography in the shooting space, chances were you’d have to move a few things around to fit the scene. You’d done a few music video shoots before, but this was the first one where you’d really like the song you were dancing to. The whole theme behind the lyrics and the arrangement really had you excited, and the fact that the members of the band were going to be joining in with the choreography made it that much better. You hadn’t heard much of their music before, but after rehearsing for the single you dove deep into their discography, listening to everything and anything you could find of theirs. You hadn’t even met the band yet, the director calling you over to the dressing room as soon as you made it through the big and creaking wooden doors.
“Y/N, I wanted to introduce you to both the band and one of the other directors for this shoot. This is Brian, Alex and Lyndsey. We really ran with her ideas for this one, she’s got an amazing creative eye.” You nodded, shaking hands with the boys before reaching Lyndsey.
“He’s being way too kind. I’m Lynn, what was your name again?” Her skin was soft, her rings brushing against your knuckles as you regretfully removed your hand from hers.
“Uh, Y/N. The brief for this was amazing though. I really love the supernatural theme throughout all of your music. You guys really created a look and such  unique sounds, it feels unprecedented.” You said, unable to remove your eyes from Lynn’s. She was smiling at you, nodding sweetly as she listened to you ramble.
“That’s awesome. You’re a fan?” She asked kindly.
“To be honest, it was after doing the choreography for What’s Wrong that I really got into your guys sound.” You said honestly.
“Oh no way, you’re dancing and you did the choreography? I’m not really a dancer. Well, none of us are. But we thought this shit was so cool, we really wanted to be involved this time.” She was mesmerising you as she spoke, a voice in your head reminding you to speak.
“Yeah, that’s me. I just really wanted to be a part of this project. Um, speaking of. I got to get to hair and make up, but I’ll see you out there?” You said, desperate to be alone so that you could collect yourself.
“For sure, we’ll see you soon, Y/N.” Lynn said lowly. You felt your stomach flip as you paced away from her and toward the dancers own private dressing room.
“You okay, Y/N?” One of the other dancers asked, clearly sensing how flustered you were.
“Yeah, I’m good. Excited to get rolling.” You said unconvincingly.
After an hour of prep, you were called to shoot the first scene. Of course, it had to be the most intense set up that there was going to be all night. The band were all sat in chairs, with their back to each other. While you and two of the other girls gave them seductive yet haunting lap dances. You loved the way the art matched the lyrics, you just hadn’t realised you were going to literally be all over someone as beautiful as Lynn. You were a professional though, and you weren’t about to let anything get in the way of your best performance.
“Okay so, Y/N. You’re going to focus mainly on Lyndsey whilst Rebecca sticks with Alex and Molly pairs with Brian. You guys will look identical once the footage comes through editing so there’s no point in over complicating things. Everyone remember what they’re doing for this scene? We’ll run through the verses first and then do a few sections of the chorus. Sound good, everyone?” You nodded to your director, smiling softly at Lynn as she gave him a thumbs up.
“Let’s do it.” She said excitedly. 

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