hey ryn this is for you~

Playlists for The Signs

*use sun and moon, even though they’re all really good songs*

//ARIES
•sketchhead- arctic monkeys
•in bloom- nirvana
•i dont care- fall out boy
•only- nicki minaj ft drake, lil wayne & chris brown
•bleeding out- imagine dragons
•break the rules- charli xcx

//TAURUS
•white teeth teens- lorde
•young god- halsey
•formidable- stromae
•we dont believe whats on tv- twenty one pilots
•hey you- pink floyd
•stolen dance- milky chance

//GEMINI
•jealou$y- the neighborhood
•roses- the chainsmokers ft. rozes
•3005- childish gambino
•pumped up kicks- foster the people
•soap- melanie martinez
•new americana- halsey

//CANCER
•work song- hozier
•octahate- ryn weaver
•oh fairytale lullaby- bombay bicycle club
•happy little pill- troye sivan
•angels- the xx
•someone new (cover)- amber run

//LEO
•focus- ariana grande
•feeling myself- nicki minaj & beyonce
•girls/girls/boys- panic! at the disco
•cheap sunglasses- RAC
•i wanna be yours- arctic monkeys
•bubblegum bitch- marina and the diamonds

//VIRGO
•budapest- george ezra
•goodbye blue sky- pink floyd
•stressed out- twenty one pilots
•come as you are- nirvana
•radio- lana del rey
•talkshow host- radiohead

//LIBRA
•tennis court- lorde
•i found- amber run
•oh new york- milk and bone
•girls like girls- hayley kiyoko
•nature boy- aurora
•grand piano- nicki minaj

//SCORPIO
•high by the beach- lana del rey
•street spirit- radiohead
•dressed in black- sia
•far alone- g-eazy
•comfortably numb- pink floyd
•heart shaped box- nirvana

//SAGITTARIUS
•nepal- uss
•living on my own- freddie mercury
•all eyes on me- tupac
•bat out of hell- meatloaf
•ride- twenty one pilots
•running behind- holychild

//CAPRICORN
•sunday candy- donnie trumpet & the social experiment
•mother- pink floyd
•same old love- selena gomez
•dont- ed sheeran
•unapologetic bitch- madonna
•do i wanna know- arctic monkeys

//AQUARIUS
•head.cars.bending- the 1975
•knives- madonna
•fever- the black keys
•buddy holly- weezer
•ode to sleep- twenty one pilots
•video games- lana del rey

//PISCES
•drive- halsey
•cosmic love- florence + the machine
•from eden- hozier
•kites- amber run
•rise up- andra day
•truce- twenty one pilots

special thanks to: @blossomastrology
for doing the first post for collab month!

((day 1))

Bts’ Reaction To: Their S/O Breaking Their Hand!

Hi , can u make bts reaction to their GF fell and broke her hand ,, thank u for ur beautiful blog jagi.

On it! Also, I’m sorry for not being active all of a sudden.


Jin:

  • Would be so worried about you. 
  • Is the type that won’t let you do anything even after it’s healed. 
  • Would treat you even more like a princess.

Originally posted by missbaptan


Yoongi:

  • Would probably wonder how you could be so clumsy??
  •  Would take care of you as much he possibly could. 
  • He’d be a lil softie the whole time you’re injured, but with small moments of teasing… 

Originally posted by mn-yg


Namjoon:

  • Would be impressed with how clumsy you could be.
  •  Would treat you like fragile glass every time he’s near you.
  •  Wants to do everything for you.

Originally posted by myjaebutt


Hoseok/Jhpoe:

  • Would feel so bad that you broke your hand. 
  • Would try to cheer you up. 
  • Would be like Namjoon and treat you like glass.

Originally posted by saintminyoongi

Jimin:

  • He’d be such a worry-wart over your injury.
  •  You’d probably have to tell him that you don’t need help for everything. 
  • But you know he won’t listen and will do anything for you.

Originally posted by bwipsul


Taehyung:

  • This strange boy would come up with any way to make you smile through your injury. 
  • Is also the type to do everything for you. 
  • Would be there for you as often as possible.

Originally posted by exoticmaknae


Jungkook:

  • Another type to worry about you constantly.
  •  Would be too shy to completely show how much he cared, but hey it’s the little things in life. 
  • Would be the sweetest person ever and would constantly wish for a “Speedy Recovery”. 

Originally posted by busa-n


Awesome requests are coming in! Thank you so much for putting up with my unannounced hiatus! 

~ Admin Ryn

Indifference Impossibility

“Hey Ryn, why are you behind on prompts?” 

“BECAUSE I’M AN ASSHOLE WHO WRITES FICS NO ONE ASKED FOR”


Title: Indifference Impossibility

Fandom: Persona 5

Rating: T

Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Friendship

Pairing: None

Summary: The feelings of a Velvet Room Attendant could be a confusing thing indeed–for how is a doll to comprehend the emotions of a human being? Sometimes, it is pain that can bring understanding. Akechi survival fic, Lavenza centric.

Status: Complete (?) 

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Fleeting Moment

Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: Hey friends! So this is my first “one-shot” (if people still call them those?), or imagine or whatever, on this account! I’m gonna keep this note really short, because I stopped in the middle of this now completed story to write this A/N and I really want to get back to writing, so, yeah. No request, I was just bored. Happy Holidays, my friends, and enjoy the story! ~ Ryn

P.S. THIS IS LONG & I’M #SORRY NOT SORRY BUT YOU SHOULD TOTALLY STILL READ IT

Words: 2,817

Warnings: A big ‘ole kiss, and hopefully feels, that’s it though.



Unbelievable.

Completely, utterly, unbelievable.

How had you not guessed it was coming? The feelings had been sitting like a relentless rock in your gut for 11 years, and you’d all but regarded them as true. The minute it struck you, you knew there was no return. You’d entered a whole new realm; there was no more land of blissful ignorance. How had you not seen this before? Every minute you’d spent laughing, crying, even just breathing around and with Peter Parker and you’d never realized… you were in love with him. Every sleepover, every math assignment he’d never failed at helping you on, all the late night conversations and battles over comic book conspiracy theories, when he got a black eye because Steven broke up with you for Macy Fritz in the 7th grade and he attempted to “take ‘im” (even with the knowledge of his inevitable failure) – every moment, really – it was all so cliché that you wanted to vomit. All of this, and it had come to you in the most mundane way possible – nothing but a fleeting moment. You had decided to treat him after he’d experienced one of the most intense Spider-Man trainings of his life at Stark Tower with some ice cream and a walk in Central Park. He never did anything for himself, so as assigned duty of best friend, you always made sure to be as giving to him as possible. Everything was fine, truly everything, until you dropped your ice cream – the detrimental moment. After you’d exasperatedly huffed and Peter finished laughing his arse off, you’d both bent down to see if it was salvageable, and that’s when every clock in New York City stopped ticking (in your mind anyway). You both bumped heads, and as he was cursing at you, and you at he, you both looked up. Your eyes met and your heart stopped. A fleeting moment. You’d looked into his eyes plenty of times, but this had never happened. He was smiling at you, but you couldn’t return the gesture because you were too terrified. That rock in your gut made itself known, and it made itself known right then and there. And here you were now, stupefied at his front door, the next day, where your trembling hand just couldn’t bring itself to knock. The inside of your head felt like a Clinton vs. Trump debate and oh what a surprise, no one was winning.

“Y/N?” Perfect. Well there went that. As you dug your way to the surface of your mind, you managed to operate your eyes well enough to look at the now glorious creature that revelled just opposite the Parker’s door frame – and it made you beyond dizzy. In the following ten seconds, you saw Peter in a light you never really had before. Sure, you’d always thought he was attractive, and yes that rock in your gut had been growing for 11 years, but like you’d already explained, you’d been blind to that rock until literally yesterday. His hair was tousled (in that way you told him always looked best), he had a mildly tight t-shirt on that classically framed Peter’s personality with “So a neutron walked into a bar, free of charge!” (had his muscles always been that defined?), Abercrombie sweatpants (what is it about Peter and sweatpants dangit!), and those stupid smiling food socks you got him last Christmas. He looked like a typical teenage disaster, and you were loving every bit of it.

“H-hey, Pete.” He had a slightly confused, yet as-always lopsided, cheeky, kissa-charismatic (charismatic is most definitely the word you were going for) grin on his face.

“Were you gonna knock, or just stand there? I thought I heard you walk up like, five minutes ago.” He chuckled, and you began pummeling the inside of your brain to quit rerunning the episode of Teen Wolf where Malia just went for it and kissed Stiles. This was far worse than you’d thought, and your feelings plus teenage hormones were NOT helping.

“Y/N? Hey, are you okay…?”

“What?”

“You’re acting really strange.. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” So that may have come out a little too loud, because Peter almost fell over taking a step back from your sudden outburst. You were blowing it, and you knew you were. But honestly, you’d never experienced this before. Yes, you’d had boyfriends, and yes, you’d had your first kiss, but this was unchartered waters. Your desire to be with someone had never been this pleading and desperate.

“O-okay, well come on in.”

You prepared yourself for the worst and cautiously put one foot in front of the other, as if sniper cupid were about to come around the corner and shoot another M25 at your heart.

“Soo, what’re we doing? Pre-Cal, or Harry Potter marathon first?” Peter stood there expectantly, waiting for an answer that probably wasn’t coming because you were honestly too busy trying to avoid those chocolate eyes that started this whole mess in the first place.

“Okay, seriously Y/N. Tell me.” You took deep internal breaths as you tried to cool yourself down.

“Tell you what?”

“What on Earth is wrong with you. Did something happen?” He sounded mostly concerned, but you managed to detect the twinge of irritation in his voice and that’s when you knew you really were screwing up.

“I’m fine, Pete… I just had a really long day – that’s it, I promise.” Now you were reduced to lying. Wow. Feelings suck.

An imaginary ellipses hung in the air as you were both stuck: him on the idea of pursuing the truth (because he always knew when you were lying), and you on trying to lock away that beast of a truth that really wanted out of its 11 year confinement.

“It’s Friday and I seriously just need some Potter right now.” You mustered a grin as he slowly began picking back up to his and your’s normal pace of operating. “Alright, my Y/H/H {Your Hogwarts House} friend. Let’s do this.” He did an intense fist pump like the moron he is and your heart surged, leaping out of your chest in attempts to hold his hand or some coupley-crap like that.

“I’m getting Pop-tarts!” You shouted as you sped your way to his kitchen. His aunt, you knew, was spending the weekend with some long lost friends, and her absence and your being alone with Peter only made the battle in your mind significantly worse. After the drudging process of putting the Pop-tarts in the toaster and waiting a whole minute and a half, you psyched yourself up to walk back to the living room and continue your terrible charade of not being in love with your best friend, and your life ended again when you ran straight into Peter, Pop-tarts flying to the floor. You both gracefully journeyed with the Pop-tarts to the ground in a heap of awkwardness, with Peter just barely breaking your fall. You were positioned weirdly on top of him, both of you groaning at the pain of smashing your bones into kitchen tile.

“Ugh, aren’t you supposed to have spidey senses or something?” He scoffed at your comment, and you felt him hitch in laughter underneath you.

“Me having spidey senses doesn’t keep klutzy you from falling into me!” You both bursted into laughter, and it was then, for the first time all night, you felt normal again. You felt like you always had around Pete: safe, warm, and simply happy. Nothing was awkward and you weren’t eating yourself up inside. You were just there – with your best friend. And maybe that’s what loving him really was. The moments like these. You slid off of him and you both sat up – two dorks sitting on the kitchen floor, just laughing at one another. You’re breathing set back to normal, and as the laughter died, you looked up at him. And then it was the eyes. You flew straight back to yesterday all over again and were speechless. You chastised yourself for being so stupid. Peter was your best friend, and as far as your logic was concerned, that’s all you were to him, and even in the slight chance he did like you back, it didn’t matter because that’s all you ever could be because you knew – oh you knew – you could never lose him. Your world would turn upside down and every color would drain from your life if Peter wasn’t in it anymore. Teenagers are fickle, and the smallest argument, the the most minute moment always ruined it all. But your train of thought completely exploded on its tracks as you observed what you thought to be Peter moving closer… to your lips? No. No no. No no no. What? This was un-calculated. He liked you… no. Holy sh-. NO. You couldn’t process and all you could think about was his pink, kissable mouth that was drawing nearer to you. Or were you just imagining things? No, this was is most definitely occurring. Peter was but a few inches away from you, his eyes searching yours, almost pleading for you to say something, to stop him, because Hell if he could. He knew, too, that there was no going back. You both bore into each other’s eyes, almost having a silent communication, except the signals were all jammed and mixed and neither of you really knew what you were doing. You could feel his breath on your nose, so you knew he could feel yours, and you were both praying that the spearmint gum you had chewed in the morning was still doing its job. You weren’t going to move. Peter didn’t know if he should move, but he knew that after this moment, things might never be the same anyway, so he took the chance and began closing that small gap between you that had held your just-friendship so delicately, and when he was but millimeters away from kissing you, the moment of noses brushing and eyelashes fluttering closed, your voice decided to find itself.

“Pete.” What were you doing? This is what you wanted, so what were you doing? His eyes shot open, and he looked like a deer in the headlights at the sound of his name. You sat there with your mouth hanging open, about to catch flies better than his webs could until you bolted into a standing position, stuttering on your feet and fled to his bedroom and shut the door. To most people, they would by now be exasperated with your behavior. In any typical romance movie, the whole audience would’ve walked out by now because the lead actress was being beyond childish. But life isn’t a romance movie. Life has consequences, and feelings are not sweet scented with angel wings. They’re sweaty, messy, and an overall wreck. After about 45 seconds, you heard Peter’s voice calling for you down the hall until it was steps away. He pushed his bedroom door open to find you pacing back and forth amongst the clutter of science toys and half-working gadgets that littered his floor.

“Y/N.” He sternly looked at you, and there was a sort of demand you’d never heard in his voice before that made you stop and coyly turn around and look at him. He was discretely creeping toward you, a few shuffles every second, so small you might’ve not noticed – but you did.

“I – we can’t, Peter.” You rubbed the bridge of your nose, because you were starting to get a headache at the bursting intensity your body was experiencing all because of this 16 year old boy standing in front of you.

“Why? Why not?” His directness was beyond unusual for his usually timid, more relaxed self.

“Because we can’t, okay? We-we just can’t.” You were trying to find a way to explain your landmine of a brain, and Peter was just not getting it. Sure he understood that it would change everything, but to him it didn’t matter. He’d been in love with you since the day you’d walked into his life and since yesterday, he knew (or at least he’d been 85% positive hoped) you loved him, too.

“Y/N, you’re not making any sense–”

“We can’t be a fleeting moment, Peter!” He stopped moving toward you, and you weren’t sure if it was because you had scared him away or because there was practically no room for him to get any closer to you any more.

“Y/N–”

“Peter, you don’t understand. I–”

“Can I speak for a minute, please?” He searched your eyes with this newfound assurance and you weren’t sure whether you were loving his discovered confidence or hating it, but alas, you nodded for him to continue.

“Thank you. Look, I know what you’re trying to say. I know exactly what you’re afraid of because not only do I know you like the back of my hand, I’m feeling it, too. You’re terrified that if we change our relationship, then we’ll change, too, and things will get all weird, and we won’t be the same anymore. We’ll grow apart, not talk, argue, break up, leave each other’s lives, grow old and then die without ever knowing what happened to us.”

“If this is trying to make me feel better, you’re doing a terrible job–” He held a finger up to your lips, and you silenced.

“Let me finish.” He cocked an eyebrow at you and you once again prodded him to continue.

“I get it. But honestly, Y/N, does that really sound like us? I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure the only thing that could keep me away from you for longer than a week would be if I stopped breathing, and I certainly wouldn’t do it by free will. You know everything about me. You are my other half, and I don’t think I could ever be me without you. What I’m trying to say is – or what I really mean is – look. I don’t know what love means, and I don’t even know what it’s supposed to look like, and I don’t expect this to be perfect. But what I do know is there’s no one I would rather argue with, and there’s no one I’d rather be with. And I think that the simple fact that we’re best friends shouldn’t screw me out of being with the girl I–” he paused, staring intently at you, almost like looking through to your soul, before he finished with the words you’d been craving to hear for the past 24 hours, “— the girl I love. If-if I do know anything about love, Y/N, I know that I love you.” The room fell silent as you both stood there, his hands somehow having managed to find their way to yours in the time that had passed.

“We won’t be a fleeting moment, Y/–” and that was all you needed to hear before yanking at his shirt and smashing your lips into his. He seemed shocked at first, but quickly responded and slipped his hands around your waist, making your heart flutter at the contact. It was, of course, messy and imperfect, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. All that built up tension through the night was released, as your right hand tangled in his hair and his lips slid over yours. It was by far better than any kiss you’d ever had, and truthfully, him too. Everything was okay again, and sure it wasn’t normal, but that didn’t make it wrong. He tugged at your back, trying to get you inhumanly closer to him, and you put your hand on his cheek, never wanting the moment to end. When you both finally pulled away, your foreheads rested together, both of you breathlessly in shock. Your heavy breathing and the droning of cars and taxi horns outside the window were the only noises in the dimly lit room. Oddly at the same time, smiles found their way to your faces, and you knew this was going to work.

“I love you, too.” If it was possible, the childish grin on his face grew even bigger, and it lit up your world.

“So h-how ‘bout that Potter marathon?” He awkwardly coughed out, notifying you that dorky Peter was back and commanding Peter had left the building in a hustle, and you could only laugh.

“Peter, if I’m being honest with you, I discovered my love for you only yesterday, and my feelings have insanely and literally been ripping me to shreds inside.” His wide innocent eyes looked at you to continue.

“The only thing I’m thinking about right now is another, different, more kiss-realted marathon.” A red blush rose against his cheeks, but all the same he smirked and leaned toward you once again.

  • Nyo Iceland: Hey, have you seen Norway?
  • Nyo Denmark: She was just...fuck, one second. *sighs and cups her hands around her mouth* NORWEGIAN BUTTER COOKIES ARE FUCKING DISGUSTING AND COFFEE IS BITTR AS SHIT.
  • Nyo Norway: *yelling back* YPU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT FREAKING FIGHT ME.
  • Nyo Denmark: Found her.
Seventeen Ideal Types: Vocal Unit

Originally posted by sam2119931

HEY GUYS! I’m finally posting again. I still take requests and i’ll do my best on every single one that I get! Here is a continuation of seventeen’s ideal types!

DISCLAIMER: This is only my personal opinion on who they would date!


Originally posted by wonyeols


Woozi:

  •  He’s a bit of a quite one isn’t he???
  • He would love to see his S/O be passionate about music just like him!
  • Awe could you imagine the amount of studio dates you two would do?
  • He would want someone who could tell him when he needs to take a break! I can’t even imagine how many times he probably overworked himself! 
  • His S/O would also have to understand that his work may get in the way of the relationship at times.
  •  He can’t always be there, but BOY will he try to be there!
  • Woozi needs someone who is soft, kind, and is willing to express their love for music and him.

Originally posted by cassanncm

Jeonghan: 

  • I swear this boy is an actual angel!
  • He seems a bit more on the traditional side.
  • So a S/O who knows how to cook, clean, and take care of herself would be his winning ticket.
  • Like a few of the boys, he would love to own a couple item with you!
  • Speaking of items, I feel like he would lowkey spoil his S/O!
  • Angel would go well with someone who knows what they want in life and generally strong-wiled. Someone who is confident and won’t have to be told when they look beautiful. But it wouldn’t hurt if he said it a few times.

Originally posted by wonghan


Joshua:

  • Awe I love this lil bean so much.
  • Could you imagine him waking you up?
  • Him singing to you softly while rubbing circles on your back.
  • wOw am I off topic!
  • Anywho, he would like to see his S/O break him out of hi comfort zone.
  • This bean likes to stay quiet, but i’m sure that with the right person he could really shine.
  • Not only would they be a bit of an extrovert, I could also see them having a slight edge to them.
  • I’ll leave the edge to your own imagination!
  • Don’t worry too much if you’re an introvert at heart. I’m sure he would love you just as much!
  • He’s another one that would like couple items. He would probably show them off a bit too…
  • Cute lil bean needs someone that’ll show him new and exciting things the world can offer. He needs someone who could enhance his potential and show him things he’s never seen before!

Originally posted by shownusgrl

DK/Seokmin: 

  • This ray of sunshine needs a rose or a hydrangea that would love his sun rays.
  • This boy would need someone goofy and outgoing to match his positive and light attitude. 
  • I could see him liking a S/O that has wonderful soft side that they never really bring up. Like they could enjoy baking, making watercolor.
  • Or even something quirky like bottle cap collecting.
  • He would enjoy seeing his SO get really excited about something.
  • It could literally be about a flower they saw and he would melt right on the spot.
  • Given the fact that he is a good singer, I could see him singing you to sleep at night.
  • Or maybe having a sing off in the morning while making breakfast.
  • Of course he would let you win!
  • This wonderful boy needs someone that could match his ever-flowing happiness and support him whenever possible.

Originally posted by seungkvvan

Seungkwan:

  • This sassy boy…
  • Where do i even start with him…
  • He would need someone who can handle the amount of sass he deals out.
  • Bonus points if you can dish it right back!
  • Someone who is very strong-minded would also pair well with him.
  • He would love to see his S/O be confident with herself and show confidence in being in a relationship with him.
  • Could you imagine the amount of sass wars you two would go through? 
  • He would lowkey let you win though….
  • When I tell you this boy can get competitive…
  • Don’t even try to challenge him to sing off!
  • There is no way he is going to go easy on you! 
  • Overall he would need someone confident, sarcastic, and can handle his shade well. 

Hey, so requests are still open for anyone who wants to ask a question for seventeen, astro, or BTS! Ask away please!

Admin Ryn

anonymous asked:

in love with life!! like extremely happy

this is so pure i hope you feel like this at the moment

> the fool by ryn weaver

> st patrick by pvris

> thunder by imagine dragons

> wild by troye sivan

> kids by one republic

> youth by troye sivan 

> golden days by panic

send me an emotion and i’ll make a mini playlist for you !!

okay this has really been bugging me, so i just wanna get it out of my system

this scene feels romantic to me

why?

well, look at her face! i dont know about the rest of y’all but id expect something that was like “whoa! uncle qrow?! how did you-” or other similar expressions of shock

i mean it was like that at first but then she like dismisses the initial shock and it turns to THIS

and

look at her

its like

shes looking at him like

“i knew you’d always come through for me”

“i knew you wouldnt leave me”

shes looking at him like hes the most wonderful thing in the world (which he kind of is.. right now,.. given their current situation.. he just saved their lives.) like if hes around, then everything will be okay (which it kind of is now.. hes like really strong) but like in a totally GAY way, you know what i mean, its- 

-its so fond

and, and-

the SOUND she makes 

its like this happy little fond, adoring sigh ive only ever heard in shoujo anime when the girl and the guy are alone together and the guy does or says something cheesy and the girl makes that little sigh like ‘oh what am i to do with you’

im-

aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH

and qrow replies with his own little smile, and his totally casual ‘hey’ like a guy trying to play it cool around his crush

h looks and sounds so relieved

fuck. this. shit.

hey all! just three simple things:

  • we’re happy to welcome our new staff member, ryn (who is a bae and deserves all ur love) 
  • thank you again for following us!! the last two locations will be revealed very very soon
  • and finally, RESERVES ARE NOW OPEN!! each member is allowed two reserves but if you invite someone to join and post in the tag, you get one extra reserve!

yay go forth!!

fern-goddess-deactivated2016052  asked:

Hey! I was wondering if you could make a list of the songs on your modern witch playlist for those who don't have spotify? Thanks!

sure!!

hypnotic - zella day
idle delilah - azealia banks
figure 8 - fka twigs
delilah - florence + the machine
seven wonders - fleetwood mac
leave my body - florence + the machine
glory and gore - lorde
night - zola jesus
black magic - magic wands
lavender moon - haroula rose
i’m like a bird - nelly furtado
earth warrior - omnia
gold dust woman - fleetwood mac
runaway - ryn weaver
soda - azealia banks
i’m a ruin - marina and the diamonds
broken bones - chvrches
mothercreep - fka twigs
crystal ball - grimes
yellow flicker beat - lorde
control - halsey
walpurgisnacht - faun
feral hearts - kerli 💜 this is my fav
true colors - kesha & zedd

2014

Songs I’ve had on repeat this year

Hey Mami - Sylvan Esso // Jackie And Wilson - Hozier // 1x1 - HalfNoise // I Can Make You Feel Young Again - Copeland // It Takes a Lot To Know a Man - Damien Rice // 10am Gare du Nord - Keaton Henson // Hunger Of The Pine - Alt-j // Bloodlines - Mimicking Birds // Espeon - Phox // Twin Size Mattress - The Front Bottoms // Promises - Ryn Weaver // Grown Woman - Beyonce // Blank Space - Taylor Swift

{listen}

“Sisters, friends…. Weiss.”

“Hey!”

I love it. Weiss just lets out a noise of protest. Like,

What do you mean, ‘Weiss’? Do you not know what I am to you? Why am I mentioned separately? Am I not one of your 'friends’? I’ll tell you what, Ruby Rose, I am your partner, I am the best teammate EVER, and I am your GIRLFRIEND AND I AM THE GREATEST GOOD YOU ARE EVER GONNA GET.

undertonic  asked:

I just broke up with my boyfriend, and I need a good breakup song, and you always have wonderful music on your blog, so my question is: what song do you listen to when you know you've broken someone's heart?

woof, mon petite cabbage. i’m sorry that you are going through a tough time. there isn’t any way to navigate being alive without ever, sometimes, having to make people sad. the best we can aim for is to be honest and kind, which is not the same thing as never hurting anybody. 

i have, to the very best of my knowledge, never broken anybody’s heart, so i don’t have any PERSONAL go-tos for you–but here are some SOLID OPTIONS:

  1. ain’t gonna drown - elle king: FOR FEELING GUILTY. you’re not garbage. you’re not. but sometimes the only way to remind yourself that you’re not garbage is to just commit to it. “ain’t gonna drown,” is about being garbage but like, committed garbage. sexy garbage. garbage that loves itself.
  2. cactus tree - joni mitchell: FOR A REMINDER. what would joni say? “it’s not your fault he was in love with you, and it’s not your fault you weren’t in love with him. buy an appalachian dulcimer and go to spain or something–of course everyone loves you. you’re amazing. by the way, how fuckin cool are cacti?”
  3. dance yrself clean - LCD soundsystem: FOR CATHARSIS. this song is great for like turning off all the lights in your apartment and listening to it in headphones (it’s important that you can’t hear anything else) and turning it up to that volume that would make your mom go, “YOU’RE GOING TO RUIN YOUR EARS LIKE THAT.” dance it out. the instruction’s in the title.
  4. pierre - ryn weaver: FOR MOVING ON. look, you’re gonna fall down sometimes, okay buddy? the end of one thing doesn’t mean there won’t ever be the chance for another. he’s gonna be fine, and you’re gonna be fine. we’re all gonna be fine.
hey baby doll♥︎

For ryn:

imagine a pocket-sized you waking up and glancing beside you to see a small square box wrapped up neatly in newspaper and a pretty red satin bow. you smile and walk around the box, running your fingers along the newspaper ink as you go, until you finally find the end of the ribbon and tug.

the red satin ribbon falls undone to the floor, and you tiptoe to lift the lid off of the box and peek in. squealing excitedly, you pull out the pink-haired yoongi doll you’ve been wanting for so long. you hug it to your cheek happily, and that’s when you finally hear the breathy chuckles behind you. yoongi strolls up and sits beside you, asking if you’re really that happy with his gift. you nod and giggle that you’ll take care of it like its your baby.

you stand the doll up to get a better look at it, and yoongi laughs before asking why your baby is so much taller than you. when you look up, you see that he’s right: at your full height, you only reach up to the doll’s lip. you frown in disappointment, but yoongi scoops you up into his palms and tells you he likes that you’re small. he flashes you a gummy smile and teases, “you can be my baby forever.”

Imagine a scene (or scenes) in RWBY volume two that has Weiss unconsciously/accidentally/offhandedly stating Ruby to be hers. Like, imagine her having a conversation with Pyrrha for example, over a box of cookies.

“Hey, Weiss, you should try one of these, they’re really good!”

“Hm. Yeah, they are. These look handmade, did you make them?”

“No, Ruby did.”

“What? My Ruby? No way.”