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i’m irritated @ myself for how long i slept on the fact that jorma’s brother asa taccone makes a++ music that’s right up my alley

This fic has been on my chest for days and I’m so glad that it’s finally done!

Anyway, this is based on @kaxpha‘s lost lance au and I was so excited to write this, the au has taken over my life no kidding. It also has a second part and you can find it here on @bleusarcelle‘s blog.

I’m very proud of how this came out(for now at least) :’)

I hope you’ll like it! <3

Keith hears the moment when Shiro takes in a shaky breath as the two of them and the rest of the guests watch Allura walks down the aisle. She stands tall and proud, a big smile on her face but when she meets Keith’s eyes for a few moments, he can see the storm of emotions that they hide.

He gives her an encouraging smile before her eyes move on to Shiro. The moments their gazes lock it’s like something shifts in the room: the mood, the quiet, the air. Keith isn’t sure what changes, but it feels like a relieved sigh. It feels like Allura is saying you’re here, like Shiro is agreeing iIm here, it feels like both of them are realizing we’re here and this is happening and i’ve never been more happy before.

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Touching Story Of “Produce 101 Season 2” Trainee Kim Yong Jin And His Parents Tugs At Heartstrings

The touching story of a trainee from “Produce 101 Season 2” and his parents is tugging at people’s heartstrings.

A post was recently made on an online community with the title, “Kim Yong Jin and his tear-jerking story.” It aimed to introduce the story of Kim Yong Jin, a trainee from Wings Entertainment, and his parents.

It was revealed that before the show began airing, Kim Yong Jin’s parents printed out flyers to promote their son. They are said to be very supportive of their son and his dreams, even standing outside in the rain to hand out the flyers to students in their area.

However, Kim Yong Jin ranked 88th in the first week and 84th in the second week. He was caught on camera in behind-the-scenes footage crying as none of the footage he filmed was aired during the first two episodes.

Upset that he wasn’t doing as well as he had hoped, Kim Yong Jin took to social media to write, “Completely cut from the first episode and the second episode. Was I even alive, was I even with the other trainees? But I want to thank everyone who helped me reach 84th place despite my lack of footage on the show. I feel guilty, and I feel so sorry to my family. I don’t know what to do.”

Kim Yong Jin was a former guest member of boy band Underdog and appeared on “Ulzzang TV” in 2014.



Request: Can u please do Brendon Imagine? Like Maybe you are friends with everyone in band except for bren bc you guys don’t like each other but in the End you and its all fluffY

Warnings: Fluff at the end and some swearing

A/N: this is supposed to be in that beautiful time when brendon wasn’t the only member of the band

REQUESTS HERE!! / Masterlist

What were you doing there? And the most important question, why were you there? 

Basically, Dallon invited you to a concert of Panic! At The Disco and you couldn’t say no to him. He’d been a good friend of yours since high school. You knew that everybody in the band loved you and enjoyed every time that you were near them. But the main problem was that Brendon Urie, or Shrek like you called him, couldn’t stand you. And you couldn’t stand him. It was like a mutual hate.

Nobody knew, not even him, why he hated you that much. When you two met for the first time everything went right, he even tried to flirt with you. But magically he changed his mind and instantly he didn’t want to see you or hear about anything related to you. That change of attitude made you hate him too. And that how our beautiful story started.

You parked you car in a parking in front of the stadium in where the guys were playing that night. It was huge, a lot of people will attend to the concert. Dallon sent you a text message minutes before saying that you should go to the box office and say your name. He’d be waiting for you on the inside of the site.

So you did and went directly at the box offices. A group of girls who were trying to buy tickets started to cry when they told them that all the tickets were sold out. They reminded you when you had 15 years and wanted to go to concerts with your best friend. You two always waited until the last day to buy the tickets and the most of the times, you couldn’t attend to the concerts.

“Do you want to buy tickets too? They’re sold out. And the concert don’t start until 8.” a woman inside of the box ticket said to you. She was in a really bad mood.

“No, no. I’m (Y/N). Dallon Weekes must have told you that I was going to come.”

The woman looked at you with one brow raised. She scared you a bit.

“I don’t see any (Y/N) in here.” she mumbled while looking at a huge list of names. “You sure that you’re not a…”

In that moment you saw a security member of the stadium walking right behind you. He recognized you instantly and you smiled with relief. Your salvation.

“I was looking for you. You’re (Y/N), right?” you nodded. “Someone forgot to write your name in the lists. And they told me to come after you.”

The guy looked at the woman in the box office. “She’s a band guest.”

She gave to you an accreditation and you hang it around your neck. It wasn’t the first time that something like that happened to you. Basically every time that Dallon invited you at a concert it happened. You were kinda used to it.

You followed the security guy to the inside of the stadium. Then you saw Dallon, who was leaning against a wall. When he realised that it was you he smiled.

“Here it is. The most beautiful girl in this place.” he was trying to butter you up.

“Again? Seriously?” you chuckled. “This always happen to me.”

When the security guy noticed that you didn’t need him anymore he just left.

“Destiny doesn’t want you to see us in concert.” Dallon moved his fingers in front of you face. “Anyways, fuck the destiny. You’re here. And everybody wants to see you.”

He gestured to me to follow him. You thought about asking him if Brendon knew that you were coming but you didn’t really want to know the answer. So just walked in silence behind your friend.

Dallon took you to the backstage. Everyone who noticed that you were there came quickly to say hello. You didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. At least not for the first five minutes. Brendon appeared in front of you and Dallon.

“What are you doing with a hobbit next to you?” he asked, probably thinking that it was a funny joke. It wasn’t.

“At least I’m not the only one who have something small in here.” you fought back. Brendon looked angrily at you while Dallon chukled.

“The soundcheck will start in a couple of minutes.” Brendon said trying to ignore that you were there. “And before that I want to talk with you about something. The hobbit can stay here.”

Brendon made a gesture with his head, so Dallon followed him. “Fuck you, Brendon Urie.” you thought.

You took your phone from your back pocket and called your sister. She was a huge fan of the band and wanted to know every detail of the concert.

“Are you there?!” she screamed.

“Wow. Hello to you too.” you said trying to annoy her. “How was your day?”

“Who cares about that? Have you seen him?” 

“I have. And he has been as rude as always. He has called me hobbit again. How can you like him? Seriously, he’s such an ass.”

“Hey! Don’t talk like that about my future husband or I’m not gonna invite you to our wedding.”

Even your sister’s voice was high enough to deafen anyone, you couldn’t hear her very well. A lot of people in the backestage were making noise. You saw a door opened that maybe was the guys’ dressing rooms. You went over there so you could hear your sister better.

“Hello? Anybody there?”

“I’m here. I was going to a place without that much noise. What were you saying?”

“I was saying that I won’t invite you to my wedding with Brendon.”

You laughed. “I might be able to live with it.”

As a reflex action you started to walk through the long corridor full of doors. You and your sister kept talking for a while when you stopped in front of one of the doors. More specifically, Brendon’s dressing room. You could hear some voices inside of it.

“You know how she makes me feel, Dallon!” it was Brendon’s voice. “I can’t concentrate when she’s near. And you know it.”

Yes, they were talking about you. Quickly you said goodbye to your sister, promising to call her later. 

You weren’t a snooper but if that conversation was about you, basically you had to know it.

“I thought that you hated her. Why are you saying this now?”

“How could I hate her?” those words made you open your mouth. You couldn’t believe that. “She’s the most beautiful girl that I’ve ever seen.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Dallon shouted surprised. “And why are you acting like an ass while (Y/N) is here?”

“I told you! She makes me feel nervous!”

“I can’t understand you, Brendon. You like a girl but you act like if you hate her. That doesn’t even make sense!”

“Should I tell her about it?” Brendon asked dubiously. “She doesn’t like me.”

“You stupid bitch! She doesn’t like you because she thinks that you don’t like her!”

That was true. Dallon knew you very well.

“Tell her! Go and tell her everything that you haven’t said in all this time!”

“Right now? We have to start with the soun–”

“Fuck the soundcheck! I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time.”

“You have?”


You couldn’t believe. Maybe you were dreaming and that was all in your head. But when the door opened and hit you in the face you realised that you weren’t dreaming.

“(Y/N)! You okay?” Dallon asked while laughing.

“Yeah. I think so.” you rubbed your forehead. “Spencer sends me. He says that the soundcheck needs to start right now.”

“And why he sends you, hobbit?” 

“Stop calling me hobbit, Urie!” you shouted angrily. “And stop being an ass with me! What have I done to you? You don’t even know me!”

Dallon hit Brendon’s ribs with his elbow. “I’ll be out there.” and he left. Leaving you two alone.

“You’re right. You deserve an apology.” you raised your brows. “I know that I’ve been kinda rude with you–”

“Kinda? You’ve made me to hate you without any good reason.”

“Sorry about that.” he apologized and pulled his head down. 

“Brendon” you called. “I’ve heard the conversation.”

He looked at you immediately with his eyes wide open. “Why? I mean – Yeahm why?”

“I was talking with my sister and heard you and Dallon talking about me. And I have just done what any human would do.”

“Then you know everything.”

“It’s possible. But I want to hear it from you.”

Brendon smiled. “So, you still hating me now that you know why I act like that with you?”

“You have to earn my forgiveness.”

He took your hand and kissed the back of it. “(Y/N), also known as the hobbit, will you forgive me for all this time being a stupid?”

“Not at all.” you kept acting tough. “What else would you do?”

“I could kiss you but probably you will slap me in the face.”

“Why don’t you try?”

He thought for a second, trying to process all that information. “Shall I take the risk?”

You didn’t notice that he was getting more and more closer, you could feel his breath on your face. 


Both smiled at the same time. Brendon put a hand in your cheek and pressed his lips with yours. It felt better than what you expected.

“That’s my boys!” you heard that Dallon shouted from the other side of the corridor. “Keep going. I’m not here.”

And you didn’t. You didn’t want to stop kissing Brendon.

“That kiss has been too good for a hobbit.”

“Thank you.”

Do They Know?

For the first time ever, I just watched a full Supernatural Convention Saturday Night Special concert. It was amazing seeing all the guest stars join the band on stage, but it was the band themselves that got me thinking.

Does Billy Moran know how chill he looks when he plays guitar? The guy is up there shredding in a way I never could and looks as calm as if he is making a cup of tea. Holy cow, man. 

Does Stephen Norton know how much joy shines through his eyes while he’s drumming? He looks so delighted by everything. If I could capture that mirth and bottle it, we would have a cure for depression that worked for all.

Does Mike Borja know how happy his harmonies make people? Everything, all the way down to the kazoo harmony made me smile so much. Just knowing there’s a man who sounds so wonderful is a major life game changer.

Does Rob Benedict know how proud we are of him? Does he know that when he sings “She Waits” we can feel his pain? Every stumble on a word, every deep breath he draws…it was like watching a man remove his mask and show us the nerve endings underneath. Raw, broken, but unapologetic. To bare your soul to a crowd of strangers in such a way time and time again is the most amazing thing I have ever seen.

This year at SeaCon will be my very first time getting to see them perform live and in person. Wish me luck!

“Who-who knew dressing in a-a nice suit was all it took to let riffraff like you into a high class party like this, eh Pines?” 

“Heh, says the man who used my nieces’ craft scissors to turn his lab coat into a tailcoat last minute, and is drinking Zarkonian champagne from a red plastic cup.” 

“Hey! A-all-all have you know this cup is wor-worth at least five grapples.”

Crazy things my guest conductors have said

No crying in baseball and no relaxation in Strauss

I want your mom to disintegrate

When your conductor comes back, I want this to be so soft he’ll think you went home already

Oboe, speed up your solo. The horn players are going to hyperventilate. Their hair is going to be the same color as mine by the end of it

Its not about the measure, its about your life

Next time your conductor comes back I want you to stare at him until he becomes an errotic mess

Are you dating your part? Cuz it looks like your eyes are glued to it. Be in love with me, keep your eyes glued on me!

You’ve got to look at your French horns. Love your French horns. Love the Cornos. Look at the Cornos. Say, ‘please dont mess up, my cornos. Because I love you.’

If they don’t understand your conducting, they’re either dumber then a box of bricks or dead

You play so well but can you make me go home and take sodium because i’m seasick? I want to be seasick.

You need more tssssst in your sound

Are you a ? or a !

You cannot play with a ? in your head

No clucking hens

Nice doesn’t work!

It’s all in time: metronome, metronome!

Is this the first time your body has gone vrrr?

Pain is just a message

That’s why I’m saying vibrate

C’mon guys you’ve got to go ‘ho ho ho’ like Santa Claus!

I’m going to be real honest: every time Nick opens his mouth I cringe. He is a boy band member who has no dance experience beyond that and this show. I know other guest judges have been in a similar situation but he is talking like he knows so much more than say Normani of Heather.




we’ve always danced to our own tune.

Drabble based on my Royai fan art because @thetruthofyourdespair wanted one and was kind enough to reblog my fan art(link after Drabble). Hope you like it. Also for @waddiwasiwitch who looked it over for me, and was the first to reblog  my fan art and also because she made me join tumblr, thanks Aoife. And thanks to all the people who liked and reblog my fan art.

We’ve always danced to our own tune.

“Dance with me.”

Riza raised a fine brow, “Sir?”

He smiled and held his hand out, “Would you do me the honour of this dance?”

“Sir, the mission’s over,” Riza pointed out.

Roy looked her up and down admiringly-she refused to blush.

“But we got all dressed up and we didn’t even get one dance.”

Riza sighed and looked around at the deserted rooftop, “The guests are gone, the band is gone, there’s no music to dance too sir.”

Roy refused to drop his hand, his smile widened.

“But you and I have always danced to our own tune, why should now be any different?” He asked.

She smiled despite herself. Her gaze turned to the full moon and she let out another little sigh before turning back to Roy and took his hand, “Whatever you say, sir.”

She held her breath as they positioned themselves, his hand felt warm in hers and the one on her back was placed with a lot less confidence than she was used to. As they started to move, he started to hum, and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing. She caught his eye, and there was this intensity in his gaze that seemed at odds with the lightness of the situation, and she had to drop her gaze. She regretted it when much to her embarrassment her gaze zeroed in on his lips. He grew silent. He seemed to drift closer to her, and her gaze lifted to his again before closing her eyes. His breath made her lips tingle.

“Sir, we have a - oh did I interrupt something?”

Riza cringed stepping away from her superior and turning to face Havoc,

“We’ll be right there,” Roy said, sounding annoyed.

The blond man chewed on the end of his cigar, inched the back of his head, looking from one to the other before nodding and backing away. Riza turned to look at Roy to see that he was staring after Havoc with fire in his eyes.


He looked at her, “You owe me a dance.”

She shook her head, “We were just dancing, sir.”

“It wasn’t long enough,” And there was a longing in his voice that made her heart beat faster, and made her want to say to hell with whatever the emergency was, and that they should finish the dance here and now-but that would be a bad idea,“technically it was Havoc who interrupted, and Havoc who owes you a dance.”

Roy cringed, “He can’t wear that dress like you.”

Riza smiled, “I have it on good authority that Havoc has good legs.”

Roy shuddered, “Thanks for the imagery.”

“You’re welcome, sir.”

Roy gestured towards the stairway, “After you.”

She hesitated a moment, her eyes searching his, a wealth of emotion passed between them, before she shook her head, and hitching her dress up slightly she concentrated on not tripping as she made her way down to stairs.