My favorite part about listening or watching live TOP concert videos is when the audience just knows when to sing. Tyler doesn’t tell them what lyrics are next, and he doesn’t prompt them to sing. He just subtly goes silent and the crowd carries it on because they know where the lyrics fit in around the music. They’re just so familiar with these songs from late nights in their rooms, or long car rides, or while making art, that they just know how they should sound. 

And to hear it is one of the most powerful displays of unity I’ve ever experienced.

alba-gu-akbar  asked:

Maybe this is just me; but consider Shockwave doesn't actually have a mouth. How he sounded in the Michael Bay film is actually actually to how I think he SHOULD sound. Horrible, guttural and sounds like he's choking. I thought it was perfect to be honest, thoughts?

Shockwave’s literally got 100% more mouth in Dark of the Moon than at any other time in his history.

It’s a creepy little insect-mouth, but it’s there!

Psychic Powers: Automatic Writing


Also known as Psychography.

Automatic Writing allows a person to produce written words without consciously writing. These words are from a subconscious, spiritual, or supernatural source.

Basically, it’s a non-scary way to speak with your “Higher Self”, spirit guides, or spirits. It allows you to see their perspective subconsciously, while using claircognizance.


Here are some examples of when you could do it…

  • When you have a fear of spirits and are too scared to contact your guides in any other way
  • When you are not yet very clairvoyant or clairaudient (you can’t hear or see your spirit guides), so you want to try another way.  Automatic writing is actually very easy if you manage to put your mind to one side, and I know lots of people who have trouble hearing their inner voice who have had success with automatic writing.
  • When you want to get your Higher Self’s perspective on something that is bothering you – (I used to do automatic writing when I was upset about something and needed to raise my vibration. I’d tune into my higher self and start writing.  She always had some very comforting and insightful things to say about any situation.)
  • Or just when you have some questions that you want a spiritual perspective on.


Sit down with a blank piece of white paper in front of them, while holding a pen.

I’ve also heard, before, that you can sit at a computer and type - but this is high unlikely to work. It would take a lot of energy for another being to move your hands across a keyboard. Pen/pencil and paper is very recommended.

Begin writing without conscious thought.

The conscious mind recedes into the background, so that wisdom from other realms of consciousness many be channeled through and handwritten, or typed.
Often those who do automatic writing have no idea what they have written until they read over their notes.


Start each automatic writing session with ‘My Spirit Guides’ or ‘My Higher Self’ or ‘My Angels’ as the first line.

You can call on all of them if you want.  Be clear about whose input you want, as it sets an intention to hear from that being.
If you want, you can also see your guides as parts or extensions of you that you can access whenever you want, like your subconscious.  
(The more you see these entities as beings outside of you, the more channeling them may seem quite elusive.)
If you want, you can also raise your vibration and connect with your guides/higher self before you begin typing.  For example, you can do some deep breathing, or visualize going up to a room to meet with your guides, so that you can get their input for the duration of the session.

Just start writing and don’t worry about what you’re writing at first.

For example, write your question and just see what comes out when you put your fingers on the keys. You don’t have to focus on the question, just start writing about anything that comes into your head.
The trick with this is to get used to writing (if you are not already).  The more you’re used to writing, the easier it is to get into that ‘flow’ state when writing.

Setting a timer while you do it can be helpful

This is so that you don’t have time to think about what you’re writing. That works particularly well when you have a set of questions you want to ask your guides.

Create the right conditions so that you can lose your inhibitions about what you’re writing

I (personally) like to make sure I’m completely alone before automatic writing, and then insure that I’m writing in a journal or on a piece of paper that I can put somewhere safe, so that no one else reads it.

Don’t allow your mind to interpret the information while you’re getting it

You can interpret it afterwards.  But know that it is totally normal for the mind to butt in and judge information in the process.


Channeled information tends to be high vibrational in nature.  
It will often comfort you, provide clarity or will raise your mood in some way. If it feels negative or feels heavy, you’re probably not channeling a source that you want to tap into - or you may just be channeling your own emotional body, if you are not feeling very good.
What you channel via writing will usually not sound like your voice or the voice that you ‘think’ in.
Another feature of intuitive guidance is that it tends to be very clear, usually feels light and is often simply expressed.  
Having said that, I have read automatic writing that is poetic and metaphorical in nature.  But don’t be hung up on how yours should sound or be. If you do it often enough, you will soon get a sense for what your automatic writing ‘feels’ like.

Painted Hearts (8)

part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight;

Oh crap!

“Hello son,” Sehun’s father replied in a low voice. Now you knew who he was, you could recognise the small features in his face that matched Sehun’s, like his tall nose or his dark shapely brows. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?” he asked snidely, nodding his head towards you with a look of pointed disgust.

Of course he wouldn’t like you.

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Three years ago I was dealing with a bout of depression. It was not unusual, I’ve had depression and anxiety for almost as long as I can remember. But this bout followed my thirtieth birthday. I was not upset about turning thirty. I did not think my life was over or that my youth was behind me. Rather, I was in the middle of an amazing year full of the freedom that came with stepping away from religious oppression, finding my own faith and defining what that meant to me, and coming off of a year of painful fertility drugs and the decision not to continue treatment. I’d honestly never felt better.

And yet … depression.

I got that apathetic kind of depression where nothing seems fun or exciting or even remotely attention grabbing enough to pull me out of bed. I was just … stuck. I was missing something. 

As I do when I’m in a depression, I binged watched things. On a random Saturday, I stumbled upon Deathly Hallows Part One playing on ABC Family, likely during one of their marathons. 

“God I forgot how much I fucking love these movies.”

I’d seen almost every one in theatre. He-Man had read the books religiously (and even worked at a book store during the release of the first few). I knew the general plot because he is utterly incapable of NOT sharing things with me when he’s reading. So when the movies came out, of course we went. He fumed and fumed in his seat over missing characters and twisted plotlines, and I laughed and laughed until some random kid behind me loudly whispered to his friend “That’s the one that dies at the end” when Cedric Diggory first appeared on screen. (Seriously. WTF, you little brat?)

Rather than read the books, I’d spent time playing on Pottermore and the wiki pages learning ingredients to potions and the etymology behind the spells. I loved the world that JKR created, but I suck when it comes to reading fiction. My attention span (especially in my twenties) was garbage. 

So in the last week of June 2014, I borrowed my mother-in-law’s DVDs of the movies and binged them all. I laughed, I cried, I FELT something for the first time in weeks. Emotions. Feeling. Life. Magic. 

“I want to read the books now. I need to read the books.”

So I read them. I read several chapters every night out loud while my husband played video games. I laughed when he cried. He laughed when I cried. I did voices, and we argued over exactly how pompous Lockhart should sound. I gasped during parts that were not in the movies. “Why is Molly being such a bitch to Sirius?” “Wait, who are all these other elves?” “Dumbledore’s a shit. I’m glad he’s dead!” “OMG Tonks. OMG Fred. OMG Remus. OMG I hate this so much.”

And I loved it.

I loved it so much. 

I felt like an addict waiting for my husband to get home each night so I could keep reading. I begged him, “Just two more chapters. I’m almost done with this book!” even as I LITERALLY lost my voice in the middle of Deathly Hallows. 

Then, like magic, I remembered that the story didn’t have to end. I’d been RPing written stories with friends for two decades, and I’d stumbled into fanfiction from time to time. So I knew what sites to go to.

I read epilogue continuations first. I wanted to know what happened after. Then I thought, “I wonder what if …?” And I fell head first into the deep end of Dramione, Marauders, and a crap ton of Marriage Law and Time-Turner fics.

“I have an idea. I want to be apart of this. I think I have a story in me.”

And three years later, I have a life. A hobby. A PASSION. I’ve made amazing friends, rebuilt a really fucked up self esteem and sense of pride, learned a lot about grammar and story structure, and helped to add building blocks to a fandom that saved me. 

I can’t believe it’s been three years.

Thank you all, for some of the best three years of my life.

♥♥♥ Shaya ♥♥♥


soul punk is the first full-length solo studio album by american recording artist patrick stump, the lead vocalist, guitarist and composer of fall out boy. it was released in the united states on october 18, 2011 through island records.

“stray thought for the day: putting boundaries on how punk should sound/look is the least punk rock thing one can do. be[ing] yourself = very punk.” - patrick stump

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anonymous asked:

Prompt where Neil hides a British accent from the foxes to hides his identity but when he comes to the hotel after the Baltimore thing he lets it out and their all like the fuck

I looooove accents jfc this is like a thing for me okay and since there isn’t just one British accent and you haven’t specified I’m gonna go big (because go big or go home, right) and gift Neil with a thick, thick Yorkshire accent (I’m not gonna write dialect so if you don’t know how it sounds you should watch like a minute of this and imagine Neil talking like that… there ya go)

Hope you like this!

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acceptable variations on the murder squash song

if we’re getting a tv series, we’re getting a murder squash song. this is not negotiable. but other than “horrifically earwormy” how should it sound? some possibilities, in no particular order:

  • that horrifically earwormy version of early-00s rock and alt-punk that is like a marriage of linkin park and fall out boy
  • horrifically earwormy fluffy pop that is entirely opposite to what you’d expect ronan to be inflicting upon his friends but you cannot get it out of your head. it’s probably sung by katy perry.
  • death metal in the style of the “darkness no parents” batman song
  • the sort of deceptive punk-pop that starts out all melancholy and orchestral, but segues into weird al as sung by swedish orchestral metal
  • bollywood item song whose joke got taken way too far. (think…shah rukh khan-style). none of the words are pronounced anything close to the proper hindi. gansey tried to learn the actual words at some point.
  • 80s workout music about squash sampled by a metal band. I have no idea how this would sound but you have to admit it would be interesting and probably horrifically earwormy.
    • as an aside: today I heard “welcome to the black parade” set to wub wub and I cannot unhear it, so here’s another, horrific possibility for the murder squash
  • rick astley
Teach Me- Conor Maynard Imagine

Word Count: 1,119

Request:  conor imagine where you walk in on him playing the piano and you ask him to teach you ? just really fulffy pls 


“Jack come on! We’re going to be late!” you yelled upstairs to your best friend.

You had known the Maynards since primary school, you and Jack were even in the same class. He was your partner in crime. The two of you were always causing trouble. You and Conor were good friends too, but he was a couple years older. You and Jack were the same age and had always just been closer. Even though you were in your early 20’s now, almost nothing had changed between you two. Especially you constantly having to wait on him.

“Alright, alright!” the blonde trudged down to the bottom of the stairs, fluffing his hair in place.

You rolled your eyes, “Such a diva I swear.” Jack elbowed you, making you hold your arm.

“Make fun all you want, but it takes time to look this good.” showing off his ensemble to you while fixing his hair again.

“Aw I’m sorry to interrupt your primp time princess. But we have to get to Conor’s show!”

“Yeah I know. I know.” he murmured, shaking his head as he got in your car.


You and Jack made it backstage to Conor’s dressing room.

Not to your surprise, he was fixing his hair in the mirror. No one would question he and Jack were related.Those boys loved their hair.

He quickly spun around when he saw you in the reflection.

“Hey guys! It’s about time you showed up.” Conor teased as he gave you a hug.

“Well to be fair, I was ready on time. It’s Jack who took forever and half to get ready.” you glared at back at Jack. He just stared down at his phone, oblivious to yours and Conor’s conversation. Or the fact that you were talking to him.

George came in to tell Conor it was showtime. He rushed past you to get mic’d up to go on stage. You and Jack stood backstage, as he ran out and the crowd went crazy. Screaming and cheering him on. You always loved watching Conor perform. You admired how much connected with his music and his fans. Ever since you can remember that kid loved performing. Or just being the center of attention. He was so talented.

Not that you weren’t talented, you have been singing since you were small. Sometimes even with Conor. But there’s one thing he could do that you couldn’t, play an instrument. You’ve always dreamed of playing the piano. You tried to learn, you just always ended up frustrated and giving up.


After a show you, Jack, Conor, and George would usually hang out or go on a night out. However, Conor was nowhere to be found. You went by the sound guys and checked the other rooms of the venue. Still no sign of him. As you walked down the hall back towards the dressing room, you could hear a faint sound in the distance. You stepped closer to the noise, tip toeing quietly. You discovered a backdoor of a room opened slightly. You peeked through the crack, to see Conor sat playing a piano. Pushing the door quietly, you snuck through the doorway. You didn’t want him to see you there and stop playing. Taking a seat towards the wall, you watched him play out a beautiful melody.

He finished and went to turn to walk off from the piano, “Holy shit! (Y/N) you scared me! You can’t just sneak up on me like that!” he jumped back in his seat, making you laugh.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just enjoying listening to you play. Wish I could do that.”

“Well why can’t you?” he asked with a smile.

You looked down at your feet, trying to think of an answer to give him.

He must have saw that you were flustered and a little embarrassed. He slid down the piano bench, leaving a space next to him. He looked back at you, patting the space for you to sit beside him.

“C’mon (Y/N), I don’t bite.” he joked, waving you over.

You laughed and sat down at the piano with him. He moved closer to you.

With hesitation in your voice, “What are you doing?”

“Just relax, trust me. Let me show you.” You felt arms wrap around you, then put his hands over yours, bringing them onto the keys. His chin rested your shoulder. This embrace was a little awkward, but at the same time it made you feel safe.

Guiding your hands along with his, Conor showed you each key. Paired with how each note should sound. Then he showed you what proper form looked like. Taking his hand and pushing up on your lower back. Sending a shiver down your spine.

“There you go just like that.” he said softly with his hand still on your back.

You smiled up at him, gazing at his blue eyes for a moment. You noticed he did the same, also slowly inching his face towards yours. Your eyes closed as you felt him kiss your lips.

Oh my god, I’m kissing my best friend

You pulled away slightly, “Umm Mr. Maynard, do you kiss everyone you teach to play piano?”

“Well considering this is my first teaching lesson, I think we can let it slide.”

“Oh really? I don’t know if I can learn anything, if you’re gonna keep kissing me every lesson. ” you said with a laugh.

“Oh yeah? Well piano is overrated anyway.” he smiled back into your kiss. You never thought this would happen. Kissing Conor? It was spontaneous and crazy, but just felt so right.

“Y/N and Conor, George and I have been looking for you for an hour! We…”

You and Conor quickly unlocked your lips, as soon as you noticed Jack in the doorway. He stopped in his tracks and stared at you two for a second. However, he didn’t seem all that surprised.

He poked his head out the door, “George! I found them, they were making out in the back room!” shouting, as he walked back out.

You planted your face into Conor’s shoulder, shaking your head. “I’m going to have to explain this to him later. What the hell is wrong with us?”

“I don’t know, but we should definitely do this again.”

“Piano or kissing?” you giggled.

“Both. I promise I will teach you piano for real. And after as little rewards, maybe we can kiss.” he cheekily smirked.

“Well then, I just might book another lesson.” you winked at him.

You both laughed, Conor took your hand, “Good because I think I really like you (Y/N).”

“I think I really like you too.”

Anon Please...

“In particular today I’d like to take this occasion to remind all of us of how much we need sisterhood in a world where some women write horrible things about bloggers they don’t even know and jump to conclusions about the motives of bloggers because those women don’t fulfill their very retrograde view of how women should behave.*

Wow!  the utter, utter lack of self-awareness and  the total irony of these lines are astonishing.  Try tweaking this one thought in particular and see how it plays out on a day to celebrate women… “We need sisterhood in a world where some women write horrible things about A WOMAN they don’t even know and jump to conclusions about HER motives because that WOMAN doesn’t fulfill their very retrograde view of how women should behave.”

There that sounds better!  Because if there is any example of a segment of people who have been obsessed at being totally judgemental about someone who they don’t have the first clue about, it is the SGB/Hater/“skeptics” for going on 3 years now

It isn’t wrong to stand up to internet bullies who harass the friends and colleagues of BC and SH.  It isn’t going against “sisterhood” to call out a group of hateful people who have made it their mission to slag a woman for her looks, her clothing, her pregnancies, the way she holds her child in her arms, the way she walks, the way she smiles, the way stands or the way how her husband and her carry on with their private lives.  Those who believe in “sisterhood” don’t try to shame another woman by calling her a drug addict, a “whore” or a gold digger - all without a shred of actual evidence. 

The people behind sites like The_Cumberbatches are folks who see a moral wrong and say “This person doesn’t deserve such treatment! And here is why!“ 

The bloggers who continue their campaign of vileness against BC and his wife and family are the ones who are saying things like wishing SH was in jail or dead of an overdose.  They are the ones who accuse her of illegalities (fraud, abuse, drug addiction, prostitution) and yet not one charge or investigation of any of these serious charges has EVER been made by an actual authority.  That is slanderous and morally reprehensible behaviour in almost any right-thinking person’s book.

Sophie Hunter is NOT Ann Coulter or Betsy DeVos.  That analogy is totally false and the so-called “skeptics” know it. 

Coulter is someone who had written thousands of words that attack all kinds people who don’t fall in line with her political ideas. When has Sophie Hunter EVER done anything like that?  She has never even uttered any words or written about any public policies, nor has she ever encouraged others to support people she endorses politically. 

DeVos is a US cabinet member and is in a position of influence that can affect thousands of people by her politics. 

Sophie Hunter is a woman who married an actor and has no political influence on anyone’s life (either in the US or her own country of the UK).  She has pretty much confined her public life to supporting charities, working in her niche art area, raising a family and accompanying her husband to events.  There are only a small handful of interviews she has ever done, and she has NEVER one word about the bloggers who continue to insult her on a daily basis.

To say the Hater’s efforts to vilify Sophie Hunter is comparable to fair criticism directed at highly visible women in the political arena is completely without any rational basis

And it is just an attempt to obfuscate the issue - that the “skeptics” are just a group of rude, ignorant people who like to target insults at someone who they don’t even know as a person at all.  They haven’t spoken to her (and she hasn’t ever spoken to them either), they haven’t had any direct communication with her and yet they have decided (without any basis in fact at all) that she is someone who is only worthy of their scorn and derision. 

There is a famous saying - “All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.”  Well, relentlessly attacking someone who has done no harm shouldn’t triumph as far as I am concerned.  Sites like this are a positive way of showing THE OPPOSITION to that type of hatred. 

Absolutely nothing wrong with that!

Thank you! This is exactly why I have this blog, to offer a positive voice to counter the negative ones.

When do I see thee most, beloved one?
  When in the light the spirits of mine eyes
  Before thy face, their altar, solemnize
The worship of that Love through thee made known?
  Or when in the dusk hours, (we two alone,)
  Close-kissed and eloquent of still replies
  Thy twilight-hidden glimmering visage lies,
And my soul only sees thy soul its own?
O love, my love! if I no more should see
Thyself, nor on the earth the shadow of thee,
  Nor image of thine eyes in any spring,-
How then should sound upon Life’s darkening slope
The ground-whirl of the perished leaves of Hope,
  The wind of Death’s imperishable wing?
—  Dante Gabriel Rossetti, The House of Life, Sonnet IV: Lovesight
I Guess We’re The Same, So Don’t Leave Me Behind

Read Chapter 10 on AO3!

Summary: 28-year-old Teruki is depressed, working a dead-end job, and sees life as meaningless and dull. Only when, Shigeo, another esper going through the same troubles as him enters his life he realizes he’s not so alone.

Chapter Notes: I can’t believe I’m at chapter 10 with this thing! Thank you so much for sticking with me this entire time! In this chapter someone new makes an appearance…can you guess who? As always, thanks for reading! Enjoy! 

Previous Chapters:
| Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

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We're the Ones Who Live: Richonne One Shots Chapter 4: Mobster and Money (Richonne AU), a Walking Dead fanfic | FanFiction
A/N: This one is a little out of the norm, an AU Fic for enjoi16 on Tumblr who asked, "If you can I'd like a story about Rick as a mob boss or henchman collecting from Michonne's sister." Please let me know what you think about this one! I hope you all enjoy.

Originally posted by dulce-dream

A sneak peek:

Rick was well-versed in club dresses, and until this point in his life, he suspected he had seen every style that spandex, glitter, and sequins could be fashioned into. The woman in front of him made him reconsider his stance. Her dress was black, the sheer sleeves clinging to her thin, sculpted arms like a second skin, dripping down her shoulders and darkening as it went, the ebon fabric clutching at her curves as though she had painted it on. It was held together by a gold zipper, running from her breasts to the tops of her thighs, daring him to expose the flesh beneath it. Her legs were on full display from below that zipper, and her breasts bouncing just above. Her hair, dark brown and twisted artfully into locs, completed the picture, framing a face with wide mahogany eyes and full, parted lips. She stepped inside the backroom, her expression calm but the slight shaking of her hands betraying her.

Rick remembered what he was there for. He needed to get this over quickly. There was work to do tonight.

“Well?” he asked expectantly. She was staring at him, her large mahogany irises taking him in. He wondered how she saw him, what he looked like through her eyes.

“I have it all,” she opened her purse, extracting a rubber banded wad of cash.

He eyed it for a second. “It’s not enough,” his announcement was matter-of-fact, almost cold.

“It’s what she borrowed,” The woman’s tone suggested disbelief. Her fingers tightened around the money.

“Looks like it,” Rick nodded, glancing back down at the bills. “That’s the problem. You don’t get a loan without interest.”

She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, contemplating some course of action. “Fine,” she bit out, exasperated. “I’ll get you interest.”

“You will,” he nodded, his lips quirking into the hint of a smirk. It wasn’t too many people who got openly irritated with him these days.

“Just take this, and I promise—”

“It’s all or nothing,” Rick cut her off again. He kept his hands in his pockets, refusing to touch the money.

“That’s not fair,” she protested.

“Who said anything about fair?” Rick laughed, hating how detached her sounded. “You should go home. Let Sasha handle herself.”

She extended the money out one more time, “I’m not leaving until you take this,” she asserted.

“Then I guess you’re not leaving,” he took a step forward but she did not relent. “What’s your name?” he asked her, staring her down.

“Michonne,” she titled her chin defiantly, meeting his eyes.

“Michonne,” he repeated, liking the way the syllables danced off his tongue. “Go home.”

The Five of Us Are Dying

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader, Frank Iero x Reader, Mikey Way x Reader, Ray Toro x Reader 

Genre: Fluff, Comedy

Summary: Request fic for @sassyh0esavage. “hey I was wondering if you could maybe do a one shot story when y/n is mcr’s drummer and in a interview she admits she has a crush on one of the guys but she don’t say which one, so the guys All try to impress her and they show off just so y/n tells which one she likes pretty please!!!”

The five of you looked a bit like a gang in your matching, black, marching-band style jackets (though you were the only one who paired yours with a skirt). You were at a television studio, doing an interview to promote your band’s new album, The Black Parade.

“So, Y/N,” the interviewer turned to you, “this is My Chemical Romance’s third album, but it’s the first album that you helped compose, correct?”

“That’s right,” you nodded, trying hard to remember to look at the camera. “I joined the band shortly after the release of Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, when the previous drummer, Matt Pelissier, left the group.”

Part of you still couldn’t believe it had happened. Yes, you were good at drumming, and, yes, the boys in the band were your friends, but joining their ranks right before they released the video for their breakthrough hit and toured the world had still been a crazy thing to do. Part of you was a little sad that you’d had nothing to do with the creation of Revenge or Bullets. Hell, some fans argued that, because of that, you weren’t “really” part of MCR. But, staying in the Paramour Mansion with the rest of the band and crafting Parade together had really made you feel like a part of the group.

“Writing some of my own drum parts was a really cool experience,” you smiled. “I feel like I’ve come a long way.”

“What else has changed since you joined the band in 2004?” the interviewer wondered.

“Well, I’ve gotten to know the boys a lot better,” you recalled. “At first, I was kind of nervous, like….I felt like they were a group, who had already achieved so much together, and I was this outsider coming in. It was a little daunting! I was afraid to speak up about my ideas for how our music should sound at first.”

“Aw, are the boys really so scary to talk to?” the interviewer teased.

“No, no, they’re great!” you laughed. “We’re all really good friends! It’s just that they’re so talented, and I guess I wasn’t sure if I was good enough to be their equal, music-wise. Plus, it was also awkward because I kind of had a crush on one of them in the beginning……”

“Wait, what?” Gerard, who was sitting in front of you, whipped around to look back at you. “You had a crush on one of us?”

“Who was it?” Mikey asked, looking totally surprised.

“Was it me?” Frank smirked.

“Maybe it was me?” Ray wondered.

“Umm………” you turned red. “It…..uh, it doesn’t really matter, so let’s just, um, move on…..Hey, why don’t we talk about the music video we shot recently?”

“Nuh-uh, you’re not getting out of this one so easy, Y/N!” Gerard chuckled. “Fess up! Who do you like?”

Your eyes flicked to the cameraman, who was zeroing in on your face expectantly. The interviewer held the mic up to you.

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TMNT post!! This is some old doodles. Most of them from my latest stream

1. OTP-joke based on this post (she says “This is my canoe!”)

2. Karai doesn’t love kissing bough

3. Pinapple-Donnie with weird russian meme (”hello” but very warped. idk how it should sounds in english, like “hlloo” I HAVE NO IDEA)

4-5. Karai for u all. On second pic she said “Thanks” in russian but with english transcription

6. Leo and Kiba (leorai fankid by @arishynya) cosplay anime Kumamiko: Girl Meets Bear!

7. Varan (like Lace monitor) runs away from Tamatoa having painted herself with fluorescent paint. Yes, this is polynesian AU by @arishynya c:

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I was hoping to request an exo react to their s/o jamming out and dancing to one of the solo songs made by the three that left. (Like singing to 'Lu' by Luhan or etc) - 😁❤️ Hopeful anon

Ah~ I was really excited when I saw this request—thank you for requesting! I hope this is what you were looking for~


You sit in the living room, scrolling through your playlist when you decide on playing one of your favourite songs—the song that never fails to put you in a carefree mood.

“I got that good good, I got that got that good good.” You nod your head along to the annoyingly catchy lyrics. Looking over your shoulder, you see Baekhyun sporting his wide beagle-like grin.

“Ah~” He muses, “That old hyung still has it in him, huh?”

Throwing himself onto the couch next to you, he glances over to sneak a peek at your lengthy playlist, nodding along to the music.


Chanyeol pulls your wrist through the small boutique you both were shopping at, looking for new clothes to purchase for Jongin’s birthday. Once he settles down with all the mindless chatter, you immediately notice a familiar beat in the air.

“I got that good good.” You sing along to the song, doing a small freestyle dance.

Chanyeol spins around on his heel to look at you, chuckling to himself when he realizes you’re familiar and a fan of his hyung’s song. He decides to join you, waving your shopping bags in the air.


You relax your legs in the car, Jongdae focused entirely on trying to guide himself to the restaurant where you two were to meet up with the rest of the beagle line. Turning on the radio, you without hesitation, notice the song playing. He glances over at you, and noticing your widened eyes, grins to himself as he proceeds to turn up the volume. You roll the windows down, mindlessly singing along.

He nudges you, “Why don’t you show that much enthusiasm to my songs, jagi?”

“Show some respect to your hyung!” You retort playfully.


You scroll down your playlist, looking for a song to listen to while you cook dinner. Instantly, you click on Luhan’s “That Good Good”. Turning up the volume, you begin to chop some celery when Kyungsoo walks in, his eyes wide.

“What’s up, Kyungsoo?” You ask, your eyes locking with his.

He smiles his wide smile, “I just find it cute how you’re a fan of Lu-hyung.”
You chuckle as he takes a knife from the kitchen, helping you chop the vegetables for dinner.


“Jagi,” Jongin yells from across the room, “Can you play a random song? The guys back at the dorm are hosting a freestyle dance-off and I need to practice.”
You nod, clicking the shuffle button on your phone. Immediately, you laugh to yourself when the song begins playing.

“I got that good good.” You sing along. Jongin grabs you by your wrist and seats you on the couch.

“Jagi, I know you got that good good, no need to remind me.” He murmurs, closing the distance between your lips.


“Yifan,” You call out his name, “Get your ass over here.”

Lazily, he looks up from his phone, taking off his shades. “What do you need?”
Blasting the song from your phone, you almost choke when you see his eyes widen in surprise. Wanting to see more of that precious expression, you throw together a goofy freestyle dance behind the kitchen island.

He snorts, “That song’s about me, not you.”


“Baobei,” Yixing pokes your shoulder, “I’m bored. Can you play a song so I can try playing it?”

You giggle, nodding. Your finger instantly clicks on Luhan’s song, “That Good Good”. Directing your eyes over to him, you feel your lips form a smile as you notice his confused expression.
“Isn’t this Luhan ge-ge’s song?” He asks, dazed, “What does it mean?”
You nudge him playfully, “Hey! You wanted me to play a song!”


“Y/N,” Luhan screams from across the room, “I’m writing a song and I don’t know how it should sound. Play me a song so I can compare.”
You bite your lip. Laughing inside, you tap on his song, “That Good Good”.

He turns around from his computer desk, raising his eyebrows. “This song will definitely be very good good.”

You roll your eyes, “Your sense of humour makes me concerned.”

“And that song will be about you.” He retorts, running to pull you into an embrace.


“Jagi, come over here.” Junmyeon calls out, motioning for you to take a seat next to him at the computer desk. “I wanna show you some old pictures.”

You take a seat next to him as he shows you pictures of his old friends, the old days of EXO. He point each member out, telling you about how they were on tour, how much they meant to him.

“And this is Luhan-hyung.” He presses his lips together, “He was so nice to be around—I heard his career is really taking off.”

You nod, playing the song. He looks at you, asking if this is his hyung. Nodding, you watch him as he continues looking through old pictures.


“Sehun.” You take a seat next to him on the couch, “You remember your old hyungs, right?”
He nods, not looking away from his phone. “Yeah, what about them?”

You click on the song, waiting for a reaction. He looks up from his phone.

“Is this Luhan-hyung?” He asks, confused.

“Yeah.” You confirm, “It’s a great song, isn’t it?”

You watch as he nods, “I downloaded it a few months ago—you’re late on the hype, jagi.”


“Zitao,” You say, seated at the couch. “You got to listen to this song.”

“What is it?” He asks softly, curious. “What song?”

Smiling brightly, you click on Luhan’s “That Good Good”.

“Ah!” He exclaims, “Lu-ge has been doing so well lately! I hope he’s taking care of himself.”
You nod, “Isn’t it a great song?”
He takes your phone, “It is, but I like is song, ‘Lu’ much more.”


“You have to listen to this song.” You demand softly, nestling your head in the crook of his neck. “It’s a really catchy song and I can’t get it out of my head.”
Minseok raises an eyebrow, “Play it then.”
You click on the song as you watch Minseok’s expression. “Who sings this?”
“One of your old friends.”
You watch him as he thinks long and hard before finally realizing, “Ah! Luhan! I hope he’s doing well.”

Malayalam is such a benevolent language. It’s like a warm and secluded place in my mouth, a twist of tongue that I can never realize, the stutter of an almost-recovered word before pronouncing. It provides immense satisfaction in the way it completes itself. I like the almost-Sanskrit way of ending in malayalam, the words that end with ‘um’ lending themselves a sense of completion and closure, as words should end ( hrudayam, kavyam, madhuram, raavilum. pattam). My favorite is the invagination of njaan. Njaan. ( Naan, Naanu. Me) The 'Nja’ takes the word deeper into the mouth, like you are taking the word in instead of pronouncing it. And that’s so beautiful when you are talking about yourself. And the word ende. (Mine. Ennoda. Nannadu.) Ende sounds like how the word 'mine’ should sound-possessive, stunted.

Sigh. You gorgeous, gorgeous, poetic language. I will learn all your twists and turns. Embrace me.

anonymous asked:


VDFHDHD OMYGOD IM SOBBING THIS IS THE BEST ASK BLESS UR S O U L ;^; ok but, imagine all the great things this au would include???

ok now i rlly wanna write this au so like… maybe i will one day??? fudegkjdh i have a whole plot in my head now bl e s s u ;-; i was originally gonna do headcanons but!! now that i’ve decided to maybe write a fic, i can’t… give away too much. so just… some things to think abt:

- rapunzel!jimin (bc blond jimin is…. y e s) and eugene!guk

- jimin’s lil’ chameleon companion, yoongi

- jimin wanting to see the floating lights and even trying to replicate it one day, only he almost sets his tower on fire bc he doesn’t know the first thing abt lanterns (he’s been… holed up in there by a witch since he was tiny, remember)

- jeongguk steals the Lost Prince’s crown one day, and ends up in the damn tower, only to be trapped by sassy blond jimin who is… really just a scared bean who wants to see the lights ;-;

- jeongguk has never seen a boy so Pretty, and he’s never seen such long hair either (“have you ever cut your hair???” “no, have you?” “ummm, yeAH?”)

- jimin using puppy eyes to get outta the tower :’))) to see the lights lmfao

- can u imagine jeon complaining abt how the makers of the wanted posters can never paint his nose correctly, bc i certainly can

- guk introducing jimin to every crook and criminal he knows, only to find that. jimin??? is really sweet and they all take a liking to him, instead of scaring him away

- jeon finding out that jimin likes to paint, so he buys a whole lot of new paint/brushes for him (jimin gives him the biggest smile ever, and his heart goes bOOM and this was not part of jeongguk’s plan)

- this. freaking. scene.

- hiding from palace guardsss ahahaha. squished next to each other ahhhh ;-;


- guk letting out this high pitched scream when he finds out that jimin’s hair glows holy shit but then thinking it’s… really beautiful (“your hair glows and heals people… perfect representation of your personality, i’d say. golden. beautiful.” “s-stop saying weird things.” “you’re beautiful you know.”)

- slowly falling in lov with each other omygoddjfhkdjk

- imagine jimin teaching jeongguk how to use frying pans for self defense i can’t i’m whe e zing

- when jimin finally does see the lanterns, he gets… the dreamiest, happiest smile on his face and oops, jeongguk is in love with this smile

- kisses under the starlit sky, i’m YELLING

@kwakwekwaek @jimintensify (u guys like tangled yeah??) how does this au sound?? shOULD I DO IT MAYBE I SHOULD ;A; @shyjimins jo idk if u like these sorts of aus but!!! i’m tagging u anyway ;u;