i do have some intro's to do

Exec 1: What should this computer-savvy character be doing in our show’s intro?

Exec 2: IDK, have them moving some holograms around. But like, in a badass way.

(Also, I am now severely disappointed that there has never been a Batfam and/or Birds of Prey show featuring Oracle doing that exact move in the intro. Looking badass behind glowing holograms is her thing, come on people.)

Ghost Quartet Masterpost

Been wondering what on Earth Dave Malloy’s Ghost Quartet is about? You’re not alone pal.

According to the wikipedia article (don’t attack me and my sources this isn’t academia okay) there are four timelines:

  1. The ‘fairytale’ of Rose, Pearl, the Astronomer and the Bear
  2. The House of Usher (a retelling of Edgar Allan Poe’s short story)
  3. Scheherazade and the ghost of Thelenious Monk (a famous jazz composer)
  4. The subway murder ‘fable’

And because this is Dave Malloy we’re talking about, of course these timelines are interwoven despite spanning seven centuries.

However, there’s a fifth timeline as well, the one with the four friends who are the storytellers of these timelines but also are kinda there.

Okay let’s get started for real now. The way I’m going about this is telling you what songs go with which timeline (many are related to more than one!) and what they mean to the timeline:

1. The four friends

  • Track 1: I Don’t Know
    • A pretty loose intro; mentions other timelines but barely, mostly introductory to the philosophy of the show
  • Track 7: Any Kind of Dead Man
    • I actually have no clue what this song adds to the show besides being a bop but what I do know is that I love it. Also Gelsey hands out percussions to the crowd during this just like they do for Balaga in Great Comet so the more you know!
  • Track 9: Four Friends
    • They sing about whiskey and give some to the audience. Listen, I understand this timeline the least okay. And by least I mean not at all.
  • Track 18: Prayer
  • Midnight
    • Not on the recording; just a scene, right before the last song. In it it finally comes together that the friends are (modern?) Rose and Pearl, and Dave (the subway driver), and Brent (the pusher). So they’re the same as in the subway murder timeline but not quite, because they’re also all the other versions of themselves. Read the scene for yourself

2. Rose & Pearl & The Astronomer & The Soldier & The Bear

  • Track 2: The Camera Shop
    • This song provides a ~clear~ outline for the timeline; the short summary behind the book, if you may
  • Track 3: Starchild
    • Before we even really know about the story of Rose and her quest for, among other things, the secret baptism, we’re told about the child she stole.
  • Track 6: Soldier & Rose
    • Rose (Brittain) steals the honey from the soldier (Gelsey), who’s having a highkey existential crisis
  • Track 8: The Astronomer
    • If you’ve ever wondered what Dave Malloy’s diary would look like look no further
  • Track 12: The Telescope
    • This is one of the clearer songs; Rose sees poetic things in the stars thanks to the astronomer, and asks him not to take the stars away form her. But she sees her and her sister in the stars and sees how ‘the younger one is in love but the lover is in love with the older not the younger’ and then Pearl also asks him not to take the stars away from her so even though you already knew you just know this can’t end well. 
  • Track 13: Tango Dancer
    • Rose Red meets Scheherazade, asking her for stardust, but Scheherazade isn’t sure she has any left
  • Track 16: Bad Men
    • Rose discovers what’s been going on between the astronomer and her sister; she goes back to the bear with all he asked for in exchange of mauling the astronomer and turning her sister into a crow, but he tells her to do it herself; he really just wanted the honey.
  • Track 20: The Wind and Rain
    • Since the bear didn’t turn her into a crow, Rose pushed her sister in the river, in which she drowned. Her bones get fished out by a miller (Dave) and left on the bank to dry. A fiddler (Brent) passes by and makes (you know what’s coming) a fiddle out of her breast bone. I’m going to reach here but the song ends by saying how the fiddle would ever only play that one song, ‘the wind and rain’, which is used to describe the story of the sisters. This feels like full circle with the beginning of the show, because the stories only really begin to get told once Rose and Pearl talk about the fiddle.

3. The Subway Murder

  • Track 2: The Camera Shop
    • Rose & Pearl (aka not quite from the fairytale) meet and Pearl tells Rose about her great grandmother’s story
  • Track 4: Subway
    • On this track, Dave is the driver, Brittain is the photographer, Gelsey is Pearl who gets pushed onto the tracks, and Brent is the pusher. Note the lyrics “In the game I’m a soldier / In the game there’s a bear” which is one of those bridges between timelines as Gelsey is also the soldier from the fairytale
  • Track 11: Usher pt. 2
    • It’s implied Pearl dies in this song from being pushed on the tracks even though we’ve already been told about her death (news flash the show isn’t exactly chronological)
  • Track 15: The Photograph
    • As it turns out the photographer was Rose, since she needed the picture of a ghost and Pearl on the tracks wasn’t dead yet but in a way she was already dead too. Both alive and dead at the same time, Pearl really was a ghost when the photograph was taken.
  • Track 17: Usher, pt. 3
    • Edgar tells Lady Usher the story of the subway platform to distract her mind; Pearl plays the game on her phone, gets pushed on the tracks, tries to climb out but resigns herself and sees Rose at the last moment. She smiles for the camera, before the train hits her.
  • Track 19: Hero
    • Rose is at a loss; she knows she did everything wrong but doesn’t know how she could’ve done them right either. I’m going to reach here but the way I understand it, she’s saying her sister dying (and kinda letting herself die since she gave up on getting out) felt like the train ran through her too. 

4. The House of Usher

  • Track 5: Usher, pt. 1
    • Lady Usher (Gelsey) suffers from a mix of hyperesthesia, hypochondria and anxiety. She and her husband Edgar (Dave) have one daughter; Roxie (Brittain). Roxie herself has a daughter; the one Rose steals for the secret baptism, also known as starchild (but Rose is also starchild). Roxie is now depressed, and it’s implied the astronomer is the child’s father and abandoned her.
  • Family Meeting
    • So this track is not on the official album because it’s not sung. Basically it recalls how Roxie had an imaginary friend called Rose (whom she calls a Starchild) but you can read it for yourself here.
  • Track 10: Fathers & Sons
    • Basically Roxie’s brother is the pusher? I think. Also for that one verse Brittain and Gelsey are singing as Rose and Pearl but which version of them to hell if I know. Someone with artistic vision plz explain.
  • Track 11: Usher, pt. 2
    • Basically Roxie and Rose are the same person (but also Roxie’s daughter is also Rose) so when Roxie asks ‘where’s my sister’ and gets answered with ‘you don’t have a sister’ it’s about Pearl dying from being pushed on the tracks. After being reminded one last time her daughter is gone, Roxie dies herself. (Quick recap: Rose-Rose stole Starchild-Rose from Roxie-Rose)
  • Track 14: Lights Out
    • This is basically a bridge that bridges the characters of Lady Usher and Scheherazade (you know since they’re both played by Gelsey)
  • Track 17: Usher pt. 3
    • Listen I could try to explain but I want you to appreciate how it all goes back to the original short story would you please read at least read its summary (see link at top of the post) and then read the lyrics just for me please.

5. Scheherazade & Thelenious Monk ghost version (but mostly Scheherazade)

  • Track 13: Tango Dancer
    • Rose Red meets Scheherazade (Gelsey), asking her for stardust, but Scheherazade isn’t sure she has any left, a reflection of how she feels about how she’s aged
  • Monk
    • Another track not on the album since it’s a scene, in it Scheherazade’s sister (Brittain) asks her how Rose Red stole the starchild, and they discuss the ghost of Thelonious Monk being hidden behind a door near them, hidden away in 14th century Persia with the last piano in the world. Read it here.
  • Track 16: Bad Men
    • Scheherazade has been telling the Shah the story of Rose and Pearl, a nod to how just like in Arabian Nights, Scheherazade connects her stories but doesn’t reveal it from the start, which is also what Ghost Quartet does.

Okayyy I have no idea if this will make any sense to anyone (I’m still a bit confused myself but hey) so if you really want to understand the most you can, I really suggest just hitting up Genius and reading all the lyrics (you get bonus annotations from Dave Malloy if you do so!) The premise of this post was that you had already listened at least only once so if you haven’t and feel put off, just take a deep breath, listen to the album a few times, and then come back to this post! 

Now I’m not going to pretend like I really do know what I’m talking about so if you find I interpreted anything wrong please tell me I’ll adjust! I left some parts out (this post is long enough) but if I missed something crucial tell me as well!

Hopefully this was helpful!

The Asshole Jock

Originally posted by disneyshiddenislandrp

Characters: Y/n, Dean, OC Sarah


Warnings: Fluff, cocky ass Dean, clashing between Dean and Y/n, teasing, flirting, fluff, angst, sorta kinda sadness and heartbreak, fluff, more fluff, Dean being a sweetheart and even more fluff to end it all off.

Word count: 4100

Summary: Of course your teacher would make you work with Dean Winchester. Why wouldn’t she put you with the asshole jock?

A/N: Ok, so, requested fic from @ariannnawinchester -High school au, pretty pls ? I’m such a sucker for badboy/jock Dean and he ruffles the feathers of a goodie two shoes reader. Clichè, I know. But you’d write it so good! And then all the fluff! Pls and thank you? With a dozen cherries on top! So I don’t know if u wanted like a quiet ass reader, but I made my reader kinda sassy and a lot of back and forth with Dean. Also, sorry it took so long!! Hope u like it!!

Tagged peeps: @waywardsons-imagines @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname @sallyp-53 @greyravenvixen @helvonasche @notnaturalanahi @wayward-mirage @riversong-sam @nerdflash @miss-miep @impala-dreamer @unknown-chronicles @chelsea072498 @deals-with-demons @plaidstiel-wormstache @impalaimagining @deathtonormalcy56 @the-latina-trickster @aingealcethlenn @squirrels-angels-and-moose @meganwinchester1999 @cubs2019-blog @lucifer-in-leather @p–trick @straightestgay-voice @professsionalsinner @deantheotherkingofkinks @50shadesofyes @lucis-unicorn @whispersandwhiskerburn @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell @colespriverdale @daddysxlittlexsunshine @atc74 @wonderange @mogaruke @aiaranradnay @totalwhovian @bloodstained-porcelain-doll  


“Hey, y/n”.

You looked past the door, Dean Winchester leaning against the lockers, a smirk on his face.


“Wanna come back to my place? You teach me about algebra. You plus me equals S-E-X?”

You rolled your eyes, slamming the locker shut.

“Screw you, Winchester!” you yelled over your shoulder, shaking your head as he let out a raucous laugh.

“Immature asshole”.

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Yui Appreciation Week 2017!

Starts on Sunday, March 26!! :D


  • Spread no hate and take no hate. Don’t try to start arguments with anyone, and if anyone sends tries to start an argument with you, remember you can just delete the messages and block the person. You can turn off anonymous asks or disable messages from people that you don’t follow, too.
  • You can participate with fanart, fanfics, edits, or just plain ol’ text posts sharing your Yui favorites. Show everyone your stuff :D But remember not to repost stuff that you didn’t make!
  • Tag your stuff with #YuiAppreciationWeek2017 and be sure to like & reblog other people’s posts too!! Spread the love! (you can tag me in your posts if you want!! >:D)
  • Tag Lost Eden spoilers
  • You don’t have to follow the prompts exactly ^^ For example, if you didn’t watch the anime then you can do something else for day 5. Just have fun and love Yui

Here are the prompts for each day:

Day 1: Yui Komori
(Intro day~ Do whatever you want)

Day 2: Yui’s Best Quality
(i.e. faith, perseverance, etc)

Day 3: Yui’s Best Outfit
(If you’re an art person I would really like to see some fanart of her in new outfits! Yui is so pretty o(^▽^)o I want a day to appreciate her beauty!)

Day 4: Favorite Scene from the Games
(Tag spoilers!)

Day 5: Favorite Scene from the Anime

Day 6: Favorite Pairing

Day 7: Favorite Quote
(Yui has a voice - please use the last day to make sure we hear it.)

New York // Part 1

hi. um, sorry I haven’t been really active on here, I didn’t have any motivation to do any of the texts or write one shots or anything like that. although after Harry’s performance on snl I was like yanno what I really wanna write somet about it so here it is. well, the first part. I am planning on writing the part where he’s on set and stuff I just kinda had to intro the whole thing plus I guess it was about time I posted somet as well. hope you enjoy it, make sure to tell me if you have any ideas or if I should start one shots which are continueous? I’ve seen some people do that and it seems interesting, it’s not so much as a fanfiction because the events wouldn’t be happening after each other but they would have some connection. wow I’m rambling but tell me what you think! happy easter guys! 🐰 oh and you can follow me on my main blog which is hesasnowflake bc i kinda got back onto it? idk up to you. oh that’s also my twitter if you wanna give me a cheeky follow lmao shameless promo x have fun reading this tho also idk when part 2 will be out so keep an eye on this blog or just turn the post notifications on. lotta love, xoxo -b


Travelling was always one of my favourite things to do and so when it meant it will excuse me from doing other things I was supposed to, I just loved it that much more. Working on assignments wasn’t near as much fun as packing a suitcase, getting a plane ticket then driving to the airport and getting on a plane to get somewhere else in the world.

Honestly, there was nothing better.

Even though many people don’t like long flights I personally enjoyed it. I liked going on different planes, experiencing different journeys with different people. I know I might sound like a right weirdo at this moment and time but I’m only telling you the truth.

And so going back to the beginning, where I was saying I loved travelling just a little bit more when it meant I didn’t have to do certain things – well, at least for a little while – that was exactly the situation I was in right now.

My luggage was already checked in and I went through security as well so I had the chance to get myself a nice cup of coffee from Starbucks with a sandwich which I ate at one of the tables there. Feeling extra happy, I pulled my phone out of my hoodie pocket and pressed down on the button on the device so that my screen lit up. A smile made its way onto my face as I saw unread messages from my best friend who also happened to be my boyfriend.

Harry: you’re still coming right? I’m absolutely flipping nervous

Harry: oh crap I’ve gotta go, we’re doing an intro ad thing for the show. see you soon hopefully. love you x

A light chuckle left my lips as I clicked out of the message and opened another one from my lovely mother who was asking me if I made it onto the plane yet or if I’m still at home, lying around on the couch. Well what can I say I was never one to leave in time or make it in time to somewhere therefore I wasn’t surprised when I saw her messages.

Instead of texting her back, at which I was absolutely terrible but I think that was already shown when I never answered Harry, I clicked on her contact name and called her.

“Hey love, are you at the airport yet? Are you all checked in, yeah?” she asked me straight away, not even letting me take a breath before she flooded me with her questions.

But I guess mums will always be like this, right? And I should be grateful she’s like this with me because most children don’t have the opportunity to have a good relationship with their mothers or parents in general. 

“Hi mother, yes, I am at the airport and yes I am checked in,” I laughed as I lifted my cup full of hot coffee which may I add very rarely drank. I wasn’t the biggest fan of coffee but I needed it in that moment.

“Very well then,” she sighed. I heard soft clicking noises in the background so I knew she was working on something like she always did. It was as if she never stopped. If she wasn’t at work she was cleaning the house, the garden or doing extra work at home. I guess you could say she was really work-orientated, she liked keeping herself busy at all times. “Have you talked to Har yet?”

“Hmm,” I hummed as a huge smile appeared on my face again. My mum and dad called Harry “Har” and he loved it and it just made me very-very happy because they got along so well. “Although he had stuff to do so we didn’t talk on the phone.”

“Right, he is a busy man, isn’t he?”

“He is,” I agreed. “Anyways, I think I should get my laptop out and do some work so I don’t have to do all of it when I get back. I know for a fact I’m not gonna do anything while in New York.”

“That’s great thinking, my love. Looks like you inherited some of my drive to do work whenever wherever,” she laughed.

We talked for a few more minutes then she had to excuse herself because she had a Skype interview with one of the applicants or something like that. I guess you could say my mum was a boss-kinda-person at work meaning that she was an important member of the company she worked with.

While I had my laptop open and my drink in my hand I didn’t really do much although I didn’t expect any less or any more from myself. Basically, I just wasted my time until I had to pack my stuff away and get my arse on the plane. Which might I add was happy about. How could I not been happy about it?

Finally, I was going to New York. Not to mention the fact that I was also going to be seeing my amazing boyfriend who I miss very much.


Those eight hours on the plane didn’t even do anything to me. Probably because I slept all the way through which was clearly shown in the fact that my phone’s battery was dead since I forgot to plug it in once we were in the air and I was listening to music throughout the journey.

When I got through the security and immigration which was literally the longest bloody thing ever, I got my stuff then sat down inside and got my laptop out. It took me about fifteen minutes to connect to the free Wi-Fi which was terrible on its own so that just added to my stress and small amount of panic which was starting to build up within me.

I had to get a hold of Harry somehow because stupidly enough I didn’t tell him the time my flight would be arriving here and I also didn’t let him buy my tickets. Well, he helped me out because he truly insisted but he just transferred money onto my card, which honestly was more than I needed so I sent it back to him and only used a small amount of it, and I was the one who bought the tickets.

Once I was on the internet, I clicked on my messages which were blowing up, all of them from Harry. I didn’t even bother reading them I just clicked on the little bar and started typing out what I wanted to tell him before that stupid free Wi-Fi cut off.

Me: hii, I’m here and I’m stuck lol. my phone’s dead cos I never charged it on the plane so if you could come get me from the airport that would be lovely. sorry for not telling you when I was landing, I totally forgot. I’ll be outside but don’t bother replying bc the wifi is shit and I’ll probs won’t get your messages. I love you see you soon x

To send that message it took me like another ten minutes and just when I thought it would never go through, it said “Delivered” under it. I felt the built up pressure leave my shoulders as I almost closed my laptop off but then I saw his message pop right up.

Harry: good thing I have amazing connections right? I figured I’d find out when you’ll arrive because I know you and I had a feeling you’d end up stranded at the airport

Me: wait what you spied on me little fucker smh well at least you’re here right I’m really hungry haz hurry up please the wifi will go away pls xxxxxxx

Harry: get up your ass then and come out. I’m in a white Audi right as you come out the sliding glass doors

I smiled reading that message. I didn’t even bother putting my laptop away I just closed it down, put my backpack on my back then with my macbook in one of my hands and my suitcase in the other I started making my way out of the airport.

The sun was brighter than my future in that moment and I absolutely regretted not taking my sunnies out but it didn’t matter too much as soon as I set my eyes on the car which he mentioned in his text.

Squinting, I walked towards the car and as I was about to open the door, the window rolled down at the driver’s seat.

“Hey, what are you doing?” asked the lad as I looked at him, one of my hands coming in contact with my forehead so that I could keep the sun out of my eyes.

I could feel my cheeks heat up as I looked at the stranger, confusion taking over me completely.

“I-I’m so sorry sir, I thought-, my boyfriend,” I stuttered as I didn’t know what the actual hell to say. Was Harry seriously taking the piss? “I’m sorry, I’m going now,” I told the man as I reached out to my suitcase handle then pulled it behind myself.

I couldn’t believe how big of a dick Harry was. Did he find that amusing? Well, knowing his crazy ass he most probably did. And he definitely saw it all happening from one of the cars.

I crossed my arms once I put my laptop away in my backpack and leaned back on the seats. I honestly didn’t find this shit funny at the beginning then as I started to get over it, I begun to chuckle slightly until I realised I was shaking my head and grinning like crazy.

This was not the first time he had played me like that. We’re always like this with each other though. Some people would say we are too immature for our ages but I mean we couldn’t care less about their opinions. This was another reason why we worked so well together with Harry.

“Now that, my friend, was absolutely hilarious!” looking to my left I saw him walking closer, looking bloody gorgeous as always as his deep voice made a few people look at us.

His outfit was full black like always, his skinnies hugging his legs perfectly and his dark coloured shirt was so see-through you could easily make out the butterfly on his tummy and the swallows on his chest. He was fricking perfect and he knew it. Well, I was hoping he did because he was.

He was laughing by the time he got to me and all I did was shake my head and stood up, my hands still folded together and pressed against my chest.

“You’re just so funny, aren’t you?” I asked him, arching a brow while the tone of my voice was nothing but pure sarcasm.

“That I am, baby, that I am,” he smiled as he put his arms out, ready to pull me into a hug and boy did I waste any time? The fuck I didn’t! I almost flew into his arms, my body literally smacking into his and he had to take a few steps back as I basically fell onto him. “I missed you too, love,” he laughed quietly.

His arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, his chin resting on the top of my head then later he pressed a few kisses onto my hair. I hid my face in the crook of his neck as my hands wrapped around it and locked my fingers together at the nape of his neck. I sighed as I let myself melt in his touch, in his hug, in his arms.

“I love you,” I whispered as I pressed my lips against his skin for the shortest second then pressed my temple against his neck before I pulled away.

“I love you more,” he kissed my forehead as he let his hands slip off of me; down my arms and in the end he intertwined our fingers. Bringing them to his lips, he kissed my knuckles while he shut his eyes, not minding one bit that we were still out in the public.

Once he let go of me he took my hand in one of his hand and got my suitcase in the other one. I rolled my eyes as I saw we were nearing a black Audi and not a bloody white one. I could hear him chuckle as he opened the boot and put my luggage in and I just got in the passenger seat at the front.

Soon enough he was sitting next to me, buckling his seatbelt in and starting the car right away.

“Hand?” he held his right hand out to me as he looked to the left to see if any cars were coming and I just had to give in. Making sure my sigh was loud enough, I put my left hand into his and he once again intertwined our fingers. “I’ve gotta nip to the studio real quick to sign some papers with Jimmy. D’you wanna come or should I take you to mine first?”

“Whichever works for me,” I shrugged. “If yours is too out of the way I’ll just go with you and then we can get some food because I’m still starving then go home.”

“Sounds like a plan.”


And so that is what we did. Harry quickly went into the studio and he was out within ten minutes. I was dying at that point, my potential jetlag and hunger both doing my head in.

“Okay-okay, what d’you wanna eat, hm?” he asked me as his hand found its home on my thigh, gripping it a bit here and there.

“Dunno, don’t care,” I muttered. “Whatever’s close s’fine by me.”

“I’m guessing you don’t wanna go in, right?” I shook my head no and he hummed in response. “Have you ever had Taco Bell before?”

“Do I look like I spend all my time in America like some poeple?” I asked back sassily. I was tired and hungry with a headache on top. I wanted to cuddle Harry and sleep. And food of course.

“Drop the attitude, sunshine. I’m not up for it.”

“Well I’m not either so that makes two of us,” I told him right away. “Take your hand off of me now and take me home. I can’t be arsed getting food now.”


It took us twenty minutes to arrive at Harry’s penthouse that he rented while he was in New York or he owned it. I honestly didn’t have a clue and I couldn’t care less. I wanted a bed and nothing else. I was starting to get in a pissy mood and I didn’t like it because I knew Harry didn’t need my stress on top of his.

Throwing my stuff on the floor I found my way upstairs and into a bedroom which most probably wasn’t the one Harry was staying in because it was way too clean and I didn’t see anything in this room apart from the basics.

Shutting the door behind me rather strongly I plopped down on the bed, slowly crawling under the sheets and putting my head on the pillow. My eyes were shut right away and I felt content. Relaxed. Cool.

In that moment I also knew I should’ve stuck it out, taken my attitude back and get food instead of coming home but oh well. I made a scene already so it didn’t matter. Especially not after I fell into a deep slumber.

NurseyDex Week 2017 - Day 1 - Get Together

I’ve decided to do NurseyDex week this year! Let’s see how many of these I actually get to. (PS - I’ll probably end up posting these all to AO3 as a series at the end of the week so I have a chance to clean them up a bit, but for now, enjoy this un-betaed fluff I wrote in ~ 4 hours) Prompt found here. (now with Day 2!)

Finals are always an interesting time around the Haus; with Chowder and Dex yelling between their rooms about why their code wouldn’t run, Nursey discussing philosophy and literature with anyone who sat still enough to listen, and Bitty stress baking every flavor of pie he can think up, you were hard pressed to find anyone who was functioning on all cylinders.

Dex had spent more time this past week in the library than in his bed, and it was starting to take its toll on him. He was basically asleep on his feet when he walked into the Haus one night, moving into the kitchen on autopilot to seek out any leftovers or pie that might be waiting there. Even the crappiest day could be made better by the promise of Bitty’s cooking. Nurse sat at the kitchen table, leaning heavily on his arm and flipping frantically through one of his texts, marking the relevant pages as he went.

“Hey, Poindexter? Back from the library?” he asked, barely looking up to register who was walking through the door.

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“Live now at Sayazagi Academy! We at SDS News have recieved a tip that a group of students here are planning to open up not only an idol group but a host club as well!! A daunting task indeed~ Look I believe here’s one of their member’s now!!

“Hello there! You’re a member of the new idol hostclub group here correct? Could you tell us what your name is?”

“You’re a bit loud, tone it down would ya. It’s Blue Jay”

“Wonderful! So why exactly did you want to join the club?”

"I didn’t have much of a choice, the head master is a *****”

“…you’re editing that out right…

“Is there something special you personally hope to accomplish in the group this year?”

"I’d like to get a new guitar I suppose.”

“Yes, that’s it….” 
“No, nothing in particular with the group….”

“tch, I guess ‘I’ hope ‘we’ make it through the year & earn some money…..”

“There, happy?”

“I see. So final question, what would you like to tell your fans?”

"Visit us, stick around, spend your money and do whatever I guess.

“What do you mean smile, why do I ha–”
“Ugh - is this over yet.”


anonymous asked:

for the kiss ask,,,kylux + in the moment kiss?? (and if you're feeling up to it, maybe a high school au?)

Maybe it’s in the middle of an argument or you just looked too damn beautiful not to kiss, but their lips were hot against yours and it felt too good to stop.

“I don’t know why I even have to study for this,” Ben grumbled, folding over the straw of the empty Starbucks cup until it cracked. “I’ve already gotten into college. We graduate in three weeks. Why do I even need to bother?”

They were in Armie’s basement, studying on the worn-out sofa, the coffee table pulled up close so they could rest their books and drinks on it. There was no clock and no window, so God only knew how long they’d been preparing. Though Ben guessed Armie’s stepmom would shout down the steps to tell Ben to leave at some point. Maybe not, though, he thought hopefully. Sometimes she forgot, or fell asleep. 

“You can get college credit,” Armie answered, not looking up from the page he was examining. “Besides, your parents already paid for you to take the AP tests, you might as well just do them.”

“Well, I didn’t ask them to do that.”

“Tough luck. They did.” Armie flipped the page of the study guide over. “Draw dicks on the page for all I care, but you’ll thank yourself later when you don’t have to take all the intro classes.”

“And start all the hard ones first?” Ben slumped in his seat. “Come on, I need a couple of buffers to get adjusted. Don’t you want that?”

“God, no.” Armie made a face like he’d bitten into a red hot jellybean. “I’m not wasting my time sleeping through English fucking 101 when I could get ahead.”

“You’re so much more ambitious than me,” Ben remarked. “You’re gonna like, rule the world one day.”

He wasn’t particularly concerned about it, it was just an offhand comment, but something in Armie’s face changed. There was a wild look in his eye. Maybe the caffeine had just kicked in or something. “Armie? Are you….?”

Before he could finish the question, Armie’s pale hands were on his shoulders, and he was launching himself into Ben’s lap, sending pens and highlighters and papers scattering onto the floor. Ben felt himself go boiled-hot, all across his body, and his hands found their way onto Armie’s ass, so he was pulling Armie with equal intensity. Where the fuck had this come from? he wondered. It didn’t matter, the two of them had been eyeing each other for the entire semester, maybe even longer. They’d been inseparable, but neither one had wanted to make the first move. It was hard to know if the other person really, really wanted what you did…

“Say it again,” Armie demanded.

“Say what..?”

“What you just told me.”

“That you’re going to rule the world.”

Armie exhaled long and slow, like he was letting out cigarette smoke. 

“Say it again.”

“First kiss me again.”

Armie let go of Ben’s shoulders and gathered up his face in his palms, and his hands were shaking but there was still that same sudden brightness in his eyes.

“You’re going to rule the world,” Ben whispered, and Armie smiled. “And you’re going to knock this fucking test out of the park. Why do you even need to study?”

“You just…”Armie whispered back. “You just want to stop studying so–so we can–”

Armie’s stepmom must have fallen asleep, because no one opened the door and shouted down, no one told Ben to go home, no one told them to stop.

hello studyblr community ! 

all of the amazing studyblr blogs have inspired me to do better in my studies and i thought i’d set one up myself to immerse myself in the motivational atmosphere more. ^.^

here are some facts about me:

  • my name is hazel (she/her pronouns)
  • i’m a uk student -> year 9 (that’s the us grade 8 i believe?)
  • i’m biromantic and cis
  • i play the flute and do fencing :)
  • i’m interested in maths; economics; history; japanese; spanish + french
  • my mbti type is intj

here are some blogs that have rlly inspired me !:

anonymous asked:

sorry to bother, how do u even get an internship or build up a resume when ur only coding experience is roughly 1 semester of an intro comp course? after switching majors my carefully planned life path is in shambles, & i already feel like i'm way behind & losing some race by starting so late, & i'll feel useless if i don't do anything over the summer. i have no idea how to even begin being a comp sci major. ofc u don't have to answer esp if it stressed u out, hope ur doing well!!

Ah, I can definitely offer you what I know from experience!

First off–give yourself a little time to calm down. These are big-picture things, so being frazzled about it right out of the gate will only make it seem more stressful.

I was in a similar(ish) boat. I thought I wanted to do biomedical engineering until late into sophomore year I realized all the projects I’d really enjoyed were coding projects. So I switched to engineering modified with computer science without actually having any CS courses under my belt.

Over the summer I had a resume screening, then a first-round interview with Microsoft through my college’s recruitment program. This past fall I got flown out to Redmond Washington to interview with them. Microsoft final-round interviews are four complete interviews in four hours.

In each and every one of them, I brought up the (kinda humorous) fact that my resume and transcript was real sparse on CS classes. I made it entirely clear why, that I realized sophomore year I really really like coding, and I was willing to uproot my current and careful plan to pursue that. (One of my interviewers had been a physics major who then pursued coding afterward, so he could relate.) I told a story about the moment I realized what I wanted to do, and made it as entertaining and clear as possible that I’m serious about my switch.

They like to hear about projects! I made a program last year that took audio files and deconstructed the frequencies out of them. I made it because I was researching the Fourier transform and just got all carried away with taking it to the logical extreme. That program was terribly formatted, made with all the grace of a non-CS student who doesn’t know shit for nothing about computers, A real CS major would have looked at the repeated lines of code and started crying, probably. I didn’t bring that part up. I just talked about it as something to prove my own creativity and capacity and passion–it was a formative part in me wanting to pursue CS.

As a whole, they’re less concerned with the name of your major and your list of classes than they are with what you can say about yourself, your passions, your projects.

As for the technical part of the interviews, the nice thing is that they tended to not be that technical. Like, they don’t anticipate you code an app before their eyes. They ask you “write a program that can [xyz]” and they then expect you to brainstorm through your process (they’ll give you hints along the way) and write up a proto code on the whiteboard. Because you’re physically writing on a whiteboard with only about 30 minutes of time, they don’t anticipate it’ll be perfectly written or very long. I was using C, a language I hadn’t had real practice in in over a year. I’m certain there were random syntax errors in my solutions, but I’d already told them I was approaching CS from a weird angle. They were more interested in whether or not I could problem solve, test and backtrack, explain my code, and formulate a solution. 

I got the internship, having never technically taken a class out of my college’s CS department (although, I’d been exposed in some of my engineering courses).

As for preparation, if your college has a career development center, they can help tons. Our center offers free hour-long sessions (I think you can only book one per week?) and one of the workers there helped walk me through creating a decent resume. Also advisers! Track down your adviser, or the CS Department head and talk with them about what the requirements are for a CS major. They’re there to help you. (Your college’s website may list it out as well.)

And if you find yourself prepping for a technical interview without much background, the internet is your friend! I worked through parts of my college’s CS10 class’s website while I was preparing (I hadn’t taken CS10, but the website was available to anyone who searched it.) As well as Khan Academy videos (funfact: the algorithms section of Khan Academy was entirely drafted up by one of my college’s profs–I’ve spoken to him a few times.)

I think that’s the extent of what I know. I hope it can help you some. I’ve got my fingers crossed for you!

i need opinions!!

i’ve been thinking about doing some form of podcast/vlog about gaming and/or superheroes, and i was just wondering -

would anybody want to watch/contribute to this??

please let me know, either via replies or asks, because i kind of really want to do this but only want to do it for an audience

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A Broadcast (Yoosung x MC)

You’re a radio personality simply doing a regular day when your fiance calls in for a special question.

Word Count: 733

Dinosaurs are dead and so I am I

 on the inside lmao :’)

Anyhow, I hope you’re enjoying and have a fantastic day! 

I’ll also be transferring some other fics onto my A03 today those including stories from Until Dawn and Danganronpa! If you’d like further information I’d be happy to provide but you’ll just as easily be able to see it on the website if you’d rather wait. :)


You cleared your throat as you prepared to broadcast, a small smile tugging at your lips as the familiar tune of the intro filled your ears. 

“Good evening everyone, I hope you’re having a lovely day wherever you are. I suppose if you’re stuck in traffic that may be difficult, but it’s better to be optimistic isn’t it?” 

You laughed. “But coming from me, it’s better to do as I say, not as I do.” 

You leaned back, your swivel chair creaking back slightly. “Anyways, I wanted to take in some calls to maybe hear how your days are going.” 

You allowed the calls to come in, the first coming from an oddly familiar number that left a warmth blooming in your chest. 

He had already known you from the radio, finding your voice to be a tender and comforting release from his stressful life. 

And just getting to know the other left the days only improving by the second, a happiness as bright as the sun entwining the two of you.

“Did I…call the wrong number…?” You sensed the humor in his voice, grinning.

“Well I don’t know, how often do you call a radio station?” 

“Oh! This must be famous MC?” He let out an exaggerated gasp, the delight clear in his words. “I can’t believe I’m even talking to you!” 

“Considering you talk to me every day I wouldn’t think of it as much of a surprise.” You hummed, listening to his groan on the other line. 

“You couldn’t keep the ruse going for a little bit?” 

“Sorry Yoosung, I just don’t think I can lie to my listeners.” You tipped closer to the mic, snickering softly. “Everyone, this is my fiance, Yoosung. I’m sure you already know him from my constant stories but here he is in reality. He’s real.” 

“Did they think I was some made up boyfriend?”

“Personally, I’d say you’re a bit too good to be true.” 

He sputtered into flustered noises as he tried to respond, trying to appear cool and collected. 

“You’re too smooth too.” You joked, tilting your head amusedly to the side.

“Y-Yeah well, I-I’m also pretty good at surprises!” 

You raised a curious brow. “What do you mean…?”

“Look outside.” 

You turned your head to the hall outside the broadcasting room to see Yoosung, his bright magenta eyes lit up more than a firework as he waved excitedly. 

“Oh my goodness! What’re you doing here?” 

“I wanted to do something special for a special occasion.” 

“What special occasion?” 

“You’ll see!” He beamed. “But you have to open the door first!” 

You nodded wearily, giving a skeptical look as you rose to your feet, preparing to open the door for him.

And what you saw astounded you.

Your eyes widened with a sort of knowing as you watched him get to his knees, a small box in his hand as he lowered the phone away.

He revealed a small delicate ring, the small gem shining your reflected face. 

His face grew to the shade of the strawberry, hardly able to muster the words. 

“U-Um…M-MC will you…will you marry me?” 

Your breath hitched in your throat as you erupted to him without hesitation, throwing him to the ground as you embraced him.

“Yes! Yes, of course, I will!” You yelped, peppering his face in kisses. “Oh my goodness!” 

“You will?”

“Yes! Yes!” You cheered, your heart only swelling as you noticed tears brimming at his eyes.

And as the calls came booming towards you two, congratulations galore filling the receiver, an endless happiness filled the two of you.

As well as an endless adoration.

For the world only seemed to smile back.

jazzyjazzy101love  asked:

Okay now I have an ask similar to the last one I just asked. If the boys girlfriends had their own makeup channel on YouTube and they asked them to be part of it every now and then like "my boyfriend does my makeup" would they do it immediately or would they think it's silly. And I'll be specific with the universe (2k14-2k16)

Raph: lol raph would be like “no I ain’t doing that.” But low key actually really be down for it. He enjoys dumb things like this because it makes him feel like he’s in a normal relationship and he’s excited when you force him to do stuff he’d otherwise be too embarrassed to do. You make him feel like he’s in a sickeningly cute relationship and he loves it.

Leo: Leo would just be a hard no haha. You’d have to do a lot to convince him (like give him head lmao) he’d sit there with his arms crossed and the same pouty expression the whole time. You’d be like
“hi guys welcome to my channel I’m here with-” and he’d cut you off and be like “a hostage” lol but you’d still give him little kisses all over as a thank you and he’d be happy that at least you got some joy out of it.

Mikey: Mikey would be like “oh finally I get to be on your channel!” And he’d want to do the intro or the voice over haha. And at the end he’d be so down to model the makeup in front of the camera and go show his brothers. “What do you guys think *poses* am I hot or what?” He would also do your outro with you in unison. Lol Mikey loves doing/being extra for his bae.

Donnie: Donnie would just be like “Sure.” He’d sit there very still, not saying much, more like a subject you were examining. A good way to stimulate the conversation would be to ask him about what the ingredients in makeup are and what’s good/bad for your face. Your viewers would definitely be asking for more of Donatello (because he’s such a cute little bean) or his own makeup education video.

cyberbeastswordwolfe  asked:

Hello! I just graduated from High School and I'm looking to get a degree in Marine Biology. What sort of Math, Science, History, and English classes do you recommend I take in order to achieve the degree?

Hi there and congratulations! You are in for a great experience!! The classes you’ll take will be determined largely by the school you got to and the programs available, that being said there are certain things you can focus on when choosing classes.

If you are starting at a school that does not have a marine science program you may have to get creative. Always look through the electives, you never know when you’ll find a professor with a niche interest that couldn’t be part of the curriculum and made an elective class just becasue they wanted to.

Math: Marine Biology is not a math heavy field, that being said I had to take math classes up to calculus and a bio statistics class. Stats is going to be important regardless of what type of biology you are in. It is preferable that you take a stats class based in bio, rather than something like business.

History: This one is a little tricky, people have been connected to the oceans since the beginning of recorded history. Ultimately this one is going to boil down to personal preference. I’m personally a fan ancient history and I took a History of Paris class, not becasue it had anything to do with marine bio, but becasue I thought it sounded interesting.

English: Have fun with this one! If you want to look for classes that focus on literature surrounding the oceans and beaches (there are quite a few books out there for that) then do it! But if you want to take something like Shakespearean Lit, or detective fiction, or creative writing do that. Remember that college is not just about pursuing your intended career, but also about broadening your horizons.

Language: I know you didn’t ask about this one but I’m including it anyway. It is never a bad thing to learn another language and it will make you more marketable if you do. However, it’s not necessary, I actually have never been able to learn another spoken language, but I have been able to learn a little bit of American Sign Language and it has helped me from time to time.

Science: Saved this for last! Obviously you want to take as many marine bio, marine, science, and oceanography classes as you possibly can. Anything having to do with marine life (animal and plant) will help you. Some of my classes included intro to marine bio, tropical marine bio, ichthyology, fisheries management, and underwater robotics. However, you are also going to need a strong Biology background. My school had cells & molecules and biodiversity & evolution classes that were required. I also had to take a chem and organic chem classes. As well as the first two levels of physics for life sciences.

Ultimately it boils down to a few things

1) What does your school require you to take in order to get your degree. This is huge and is going to determine most of the classes you have to take, although they usually have a few options/alternatives.

2) What aspects are you more interested in/where do your strengths lie? (fish, inverts, marine mammals, seaweeds, oceanography, etc.)

3) Which classes will give you the knowledge and skills you want/need? I love classes that involve field work because you get to focus on the practical application. It also gives you great resume material (file under “course experience”).

Well I hope this helps you! And don’t forget to have fun! College is what you make of it. I promise you will get out what you put in.

Leave The Dancing To Me

He was getting desperate.

The time was nearing eight at night, and Joe still didn’t have a video prepared for tomorrow.

Naturally, his girlfriend Y/N, was all smug because she had hers prepared. And he would have his, if she would just simply agree to helping him.

“Please, babe!” Joe pleaded again, much like he had through most of the day. “Just this once. It’ll be fun!”

“Last time we tried to dance together you complained the entire time.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“I won’t this time.”

“You’re only saying that because you need a video.”

“Well, yes, but also because I like dancing with you.”

“Cute. But no.”

“Please, Y/N!” Joe sat beside her on the couch, pouting lightly as he looked at her. “Just this one video. It’ll be fun. Please?”

“Using your puppy dog eyes isn’t fair…” She mumbled before sighing, “Fine. Go grab your computer.”

“I love you.” He grinned, kissing her on the cheek before he practically bounced out of the room to grab the equipment.

“You owe me!” She called after him.

It didn’t take long for Joe to get the equipment set up and for Y/N to clear some space, and he quickly did his intro before giving a vague description of what they were doing today.

“So, Y/N, what are we doing?”

“I’m going to teach you how to dance.” She smiled at the camera, “Now, Joe claims he knows how to dance, but have you seen his moves?”


“He has no rhythm. So I’ll go through some basic dance moves with him, and hopefully we can produce something that resembles a dance.”

“No need to be mean,” He grumbled, “Are we doing complicated dance? Or classical dance?”

“Probably both. I’m sure you’re better at one, so we just have to figure out which one that is.”

Turned out that Joe was able to pick up the waltz quite quickly, and it wasn’t long before he was practically swinging Y/N around the floor, grinning down at her.

As for the more modern dance, or complicated as he complained, Joe wasn’t so good at it.

“I thought your videos with Jim were bad,” Y/N laughed, watching Joe attempt to pull off a move, his tongue sticking out from between his lips.

“Those were years ago!” He protested, “I was sure I’ve gotten better.”

“Pretty sure you’ve only gotten worse,” She shook her head, placing a hand on his arm, “Please. Stop.”

“I was nearly there. Right?” Joe looked over at her hopefully, and she gave him a skeptical look. “Alright, so dancer isn’t a future profession for me. But you looked pretty good,” He pulled Y/N closer, his arms wrapping around her waist, “And I do enjoy watching you dance.”

“I know you do,” Her own arms moved around his neck, reaching up to place a simple kiss on his lips, “So how about we leave the dancing to just me? You can stick with your awkward movements.”

“I’ll eventually learn how to dance like you.”

“I’m sue you will.”

“At least I can take you to a ball and not make a fool of myself.”

“True,” Y/N hummed, giggling as Joe began to sway them back and forth. “You need to finish your video.”

“I will. But for now, I just want to dance with you.”

Live in Chicago Highlights

Okay lets do this

In order of appearance: 

We’re so Starving:
-I want Ryan to play me like his guitar

Nine in the Afternoon:
-“do you kNOW WHAT I MEAN”

But It’s Better If You Do:
-All of the guitar tbh
-“And I wouldn’t be caught DEAAAAAAD”

-All the back up vocals. All of them.
-“You’re a regular decorated emergencEEEEEEE”
-“Just sit bahck” when did Ryan become British
-“Sit baAAAACK”
-The chick yelling “Ryan”

She’s a Handsome Woman:
-A Rock and Roll Song™

The Only Difference:
-“Don’t you seEE”
-Spencer’s mic

Behind the Sea:
-“Lets get a lil atmosphere goin”
-“Or Lake Michigan” “that’s way prettier”
-That low ass note B starts on
-Brendon’s lil “yay!"s

Lying is the most fun:
-"Lets get these teen hearts beating faster fastahr” lmao thanks ry
-“Where was it we lAST LEFT OFF?”
-(“Oh pick up, pick up”)
-*sighs the word fuck"
-“Hold a lover clooooooooose”

I constantly thank god for Esteban:
-So slo
-(I just really wanna be able to play guitar as well as Ryan)
-“Douse the LIiIiIiIGHTS”
-“Just stay where I can see you douse the LiIIIIIIIIIIIGHTS”
-“Don’t you get it baby don’t you move”

That Green Gentleman:
-/Guitar fills/
-(“Things have changed for me!”) bless ry
-“Hey that’s okay, I’m on my way and I’ll SAYY”
-“Things have changed for meEEe”

There’s a good reason:
-“You guys like Jazz at all?” (all of this part tbh)
-VOICE so deep????
-“Woooah *gasp*”
-(“keep up!”)
-*less certain “JAZZ HANDS”*
-“You can’t stahnd it” return of Ryan The British Boy™
-”And I know and I know it just doesn’t feel LIKE A NIGHT UP WITH NO ONE –SIZING YOU UP"

Folkin Around:

I write sins:
-“Oh!” *giggles*
-tambourine so fast wow

Northern Downpour:
-Ry’s intro wtf
-“I see your lighters and cell phones”
-“There you go”
-“Northern Downpour sends its love // I Love You”
-“I know the worlds a broken bone, but melt your headaches call it home <3”(i want to die)
-Like everyone is doing backup vocals
-“Come on Chicago!”
-“There we go”
-*cheering* *cheeky tambourine* *louder cheering*

Time to Dance:
-The crowd doing the “dododo"s
-“Have some composure where is your postuUuUuUre”
-“You sure, you sure?”
-“We got Mr Spencer Smith playing the drums”
-“Your hometown boy Jon Walker on the bass”

Pas De Cheval:
-The other Rock and Roll Song™
-How the fuck do guitars work
-“Imagine knowing meEEEE OHH”
-“You’ll never know until you’re thEEERREEE”
-“This is one of the most fun playing live I’ve had with this band”

Mad as Rabbits:
-”I wanna see a lot of love in the crowd, I wanna see hugs and kisses andgreat things like that" RY YOURE SO GAY
-“yOU WERE A MAP!” [[harmony!!!]]
-(ry what the fuck are you playing)
-“I LOVE YOU (I can’t tell what the fuck brendon says but same)”
-The “WAHHHH” that endlessly scares the shit out of me
-*casual goodbye*

So this is a little fic intro I wrote, lemme know what you guys think 

“I swear some people have cloned themselves since last year, the train is packed”, Harry commented, slightly out of breath as he slid into the compartment where Ron, Hermione and Neville were sitting. “Doing what to themselves mate?” Ron asked, his brows scrunched in confusion. Hermione just sighed before turning to him. “Making a copy of themselves, it’s something muggles have always wanted to do,” she explained in her unique Hermione way. Ron just gave a look that said ‘ah’ but didn’t push any further, instead he started unwrapping a chocolate frog. Harry took one from the pile that was on Ron’s lap and started unwrapping it as well. “So how was your holiday Neville?” he asked the brown haired lanky boy, catching his frog mid-air as it tried to make a jump for the open top of the window. “It was alright, but my grandma almost had a heart attack when I told her what happened with Nagini.” Just as Harry was about to reply he heard a soft, smooth voice drifting up the corridor. As it got closer he knew instantly whom that voice belonged to and for a moment he wondered if something wild and interesting was about to happen.

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