i love all the pictures of them young and happy


The Christmas Invasion - Behind the Scenes [Part 12]

Excerpt from Benjamin Cook’s articles in Doctor Who Magazine #365

“Buckle down, folks,” calls out John Older [first assistant director], his voice resonating around the caves [representing the inside of the Sycorax ship], “cos it’s very difficult to work in here. Let’s go for a take…”

“The door!” screams Billie. “Close the door!”

Noel spins around. As the Sycorax grabs him, he manages to pull the TARDIS door shut just in time. Slam! Door closes. Well, not quite.

“Er - he didn’t close the door,” says Jon. “It’s swung back open.”

“Oh fiddlesticks,” cries Noel, frustrated. “That TARDIS door is such a naughty old thing.”

Actually, that’s not exactly what Noel said. I’m paraphrasing. But this is a family magazine, so let’s just leave it.

“Okay, Noel, you blew the plot,” laughs James [Hawes, director]. “If the door doesn’t close, we’re screwed.”

Other parts of this photoset: [one] [two] [three] [four] [five] [six] [seven] [eight] [nine] [ten] [eleven] [twelve] [thirteen] [fourteen] [fifteen] [sixteen]
[ List of all Doctor Who Behind the Scenes photosets ]

anonymous asked:

Yes. I mean Why is so special for u?

I love his personality. His wit. His sense of humor, because he is really sarcastic and stupidly clever. I love his silly/lame jokes and subtle comments that are so ON POINT. I love his charm. His charisma and cheekiness. I love his magnetism. I love his coolness. I love that I can’t take my eyes off of him regardless of how many people are around him. I love how he carries himself. How he lights up a room. He’s so aware and confident., but never cocky. I love that he can also be a little unsure and awkward. I love his vulnerability. His compassion. I love how he wears his heart on his sleeve and that he isn’t afraid to show emotions. I love how inherently silly he is sometimes and how he doesn’t take things too seriously. I love how he treats the people around him. I love how he tries to see the good in everybody, even if they haven’t deserved it. I love how protective he is. How much he genuinely cares. I love how good he his with kids. I love how he appreciates his fans. His patience and how he tries to make them all happy; by way of hugs, pictures and autographs, in all situations where it’s doable. He’s always the last one to leave the fans. I love how he’s never rude to paps even when they try to get a reaction from him or some sort of controversy. I love how he never falls for their cheap tricks. I love that even though he’s one of the most sought-after young men in the world and “everybody” wants a piece of him, he never complains about the extra pressure and the extra attention that he undoubtedly copes with. And you know it can’t always be as easy to deal with as he makes it to be… I love that he’s always humble and thankful. I love that he never shows off in an off-putting way. He’s ridiculously wealthy, hangs out with a lot of amazing people and does a lot of incredible things but he Instagrams pictures of his knees and doors and tweets completely unrelevant, odd things. I love that he uses proper spelling and grammar. I love his taste in music and movies because it’s so ridiculously similar to mine. I love his speaking voice, it’s the sexiest sounding voice I know of. I love his singing voice. It’s the epitome of what I like to listen to; deep, raspy, comforting, edgy, cashmere-like, full of texture and it continually gets better and better. I love how he changes up the notes during live performances. I love how he performs, how passionate he is about it and how he tries to do his best every single night. I love how you can tell how much it means to him. I love how much he’s smiling when he’s up there. His moves. EVERYTHING about the way he is on stage. He’s a total rockstar, born for this life, and I honestly can’t think of another 21-year old with as much stage-presence as he has. I love how much he interacts with the crowd. How he’ll even stop his verse to blow a kiss to somebody. How sometimes one kiss isn’t enough, and he’ll blow nine kisses just to make sure. I love it when he imitates the fans, and treats them like they’re his friends. I love how he tries to make them all feel seen.

I love his face, he’s gorgeous and he gets better looking by the day. I love how effortlessly sexy he is. His dimples, green eyes and pink lips. Jaw. Smile. Hands. Collarbones. Arms. Thighs. Legs. It’s all too good. I love that he keeps gaining muscle and getting bigger and broader. I love that he’s tall. I love his hair, whether it’s in a bandana, ponytail, slick, bun, casual or disheveled, curly or straight. He pulls it all off. I love his walk. I love that he genuinely loves fashion. For my taste and liking, he’s one the best dressed guys out there because he dresses exactly how I like guys to dress. I love how good he looks in black jeans and a simple white tee but also how he pulls off a suit. I love that he stays true to his style, but that he isn’t afraid of more quirky pieces. If he likes it he likes it, be that glitter boots or obscenely large hats. He always does his own thing and rides with that, and I have so much respect for that. I love his tattoos. I love that some of his tattoos mean seemingly nothing, but that he also has tattoos that holds connotations to his friends and family. I love his mannerisms. The way he talks, his intonation, accent, subtle little quirky things he does. I love that he’s a total sweetheart but also a dirty fuck. I love his mass-appeal. I love that even though somebody says they don’t listen to One Direction, they’ll admit to liking Harry. They all know who Harry Styles is. I love the impact he has on people. I love the way he looks at people, unwavering, and how they’re all that matters in that moment. I love that he’s an old soul and a true gentleman. I love how he shakes hands and greets everybody and treats everybody equally and with respect. I love how competitive he gets when they’re playing games or getting quizzed. I love his maturity and how he always takes the high road when people try to put him down or have some fun at his expense. I love how ridiculously cool and smart he is when it comes to handling the media and the fans. I love that he’s himself 100% through and through. I love that he drives motorcycles. I love that he can’t be mean even if he tries to. I love how much love there is in his heart. Yeah, that’s some of the things I love about Harry Styles ;)

Newsies Chicago

(I realized that I had never shared any of my Newsies experiences with you all, and I decided that today is the day! It’s really long, so I’m going to try to put a divider thingy below. Enjoy the story of the second and final time I saw Newsies on Tour!)

When we tried to have supper before the show, I couldn’t eat. I was too excited. I’d try to swallow, but my stomach was a swirling mass of butterflies. We got changed in the car, and I tried to make every detail of myself look beautiful, from the toes of my boots to the brim of my “Newsies” cap.

We walked to the theater, the Cadillac Palace, and I almost cried when I saw the marquis with “NEWSIES” written in bold letters. The doors of the theater were locked because we were so early, so we stood outside and waited. There were slips of paper on the ground announcing that “at this performance, the role of Romeo would be played by Julian DeGuzman. The roles usually played by Julian DeGuzman will be played by Stephan Hernandez.”

I began watching the “Newsies” ad play on a screen on the front of the theater. I began naming all of the actors that I saw, when my mom put her hand on my shoulder and spun me around. “Is that Josh?” she whisper-yelled. My mouth dropped open, and I felt faint. It was indeed my favorite newsie actor, Josh Burrage! He was wearing his grey shirt with his maroon shorts and backpack. I almost chased him down, but I didn’t want to be super creepy. I watched him until he turned the corner to get in the stage door. Then Mom and I began looking for other newsies. I saw two others, Anthony Zas and one other who I couldn’t place and can’t remember.

Then the doors opened. My heart was already beating out of my chest with the pure exhilaration of it all, but now it fairly flew out altogether. A smile had plastered itself across my face. The theater was elaborate and plush. Many people complimented me on my newsie boots. I didn’t know it was possible to be so happy. My mom let me pick out a few things from Merchandise, and I picked out a souvenir program and a “Newsies” sweatshirt. The saleswoman almost asked me if I wanted a “Newsies” bag but stopped herself halfway through her sentence, seeing that I already had one.

After that, I dragged my family behind me to the doors where we supposed to go to find our seats. My brother had his knee scooter, so we had an usher take care of that. At long last, they gave the actors their warning that the audience was about to enter. The doors opened, and I rushed inside, again almost crying at the sight of the three story towers of the set. We found our seats, which I helped pay for so we could sit on the floor. I was extremely antsy, so I dragged my dad up to the very front of the theater, where we peered into the orchestra pit, which was covered with a net. I had him take a few pictures of me with the set and then simply stared in awe at it.

When we went back to our seats, my brother asked what the slips of paper in our programs were for. Without taking my eyes from the beautiful projections on the set, I rattled off, “At this performance, the role of Romeo will be played by Julian DeGuzman. The roles usually played by Julian DeGuzman will be played by Stephan Hernandez.” My mom stared at me in shock and asked, “Did you read that?” I told her no, it was memorized. Before she could reply, I squealed in delight, “Mom! I just saw one of them in the wings!” I could name each actor as a saw his face or costume, impressing my entire family. I’m not sure they knew how deep my obsession truly ran until that moment.

When the first notes of the “Overture” trumpet solo sounded, I think I told the entire theater to shut up. A huge, cheesy grin was cemented on my face for the entirety of “Carrying the Banner.” I swear a few of the boys looked at me and smiled bigger when they saw my excitement. I laughed too loud at all of the jokes and clapped too loud for all of the songs. I watched for some little things, like Jack tying Crutchie’s shoe. Those seemingly little things are what make the show what it is. We were so close, I could see Jack spit during his strike speech. Seize the Day was epic. Josh’s flips are amazing, and Crutchie’s hop is so cute. Also, Crutchie and Les failed to rip their paper, and I saw a moment of panic pass between them. My heart bled when Crutchie was taken away. I almost bawled during “Santa Fe.”

Before the lights even came up after the last notes of “Santa Fe,” my dad and brother were shoving me into the aisle. I had told them that I needed to get out to get papes before the show even started. They had remembered, and I quickly reached the front, where papers littered the net over the orchestra pit. I stretched for a front page, but someone snatched it out from under my fingers. I almost cried, but quickly secured the paper that I had seen Katherine crumple up and throw. No one was trying to get the papers where I was, so I reached for another. Then, a guy with a grabber came out onstage and began handing out papers. He handed one to me, and then he got another. No one was around to take it, so he offered it to me. I was ecstatic with my three papers. As I walked back to my seat, I noticed many envious glares from other girls directed at my handful of newspapers.

I shook with excitement, waiting for the second act. Once more, I laughed too hard at the jokes and clapped too hard for the songs. I cried during “Letter from the Refuge.” I got overly excited for Spot Conlon and the Brooklyn newsies coming in to save the day. I rejoiced when Crutchie was reunited with Jack.

And then it was over. The actors took their bows and exited the stage. But I asked my dad if we could go to the stage door to meet the newsies. To my surprise and delight, he agreed! He even agreed to take pictures of me with all of the actors.

Iain Young was the first newsie I met. I really can’t tell you what I said or did because I was so excited to actually be meeting one of them!

Sky was the second newsie I met. I was so excited that to each of the actors, a string of words would fall out of my mouth. I told Sky that I loved his Albert, and he was so happy with me that he gave me a side hug.

Jordan was next, but he wasn’t so friendly. After he finished with the line, he rode his skateboard in the street.

When I saw Aisha (Medda), I freaked out. I told her that she was amazing and that I loved her song. She said, “Thank you, honey, but I didn’t write it!” We laughed, and I told her that she sang it amazingly. I think she liked me.

Next I saw Meredith Inglesby (Hannah). I told her that I loved her Hannah. She said she really enjoys playing her.

Steve Blanchard was next. I told him he was a great Pulitzer. He was SUPER nice. He asked if it was my first time at the show, and I’m pretty sure he called me sweetheart. He gave me a tight side hug.

Morgan Keene was the next person in line. She was AMAZING. That was the first thing that came out of my mouth. “You’re amazing!” I can’t even remember what else I said to her, I was THAT excited.

When I saw Josh, I could not contain my excitement. Mom and I had seen him come into the theater. He was wearing his grey shirt and maroon shorts and backpack. I almost fainted then. So at the stage door, I told him that I had seen him then, but I hadn’t wanted to bother him. He said I should’ve said hi and that I wouldn’t have been bothering him. I asked for a hug, and he was super sweet and gave me a nice, long, tight hug. I then got a picture with him. I thanked him at least ten billion times. I think he liked me.

I turned around from finishing with Josh, and there he was. The Jack Kelly. Joey Barriero was standing right behind me. I almost screamed. I don’t remember half of what I said, but I told that “Santa Fe” was my favorite song, and he said he hoped he had done okay. I told him that he was AMAZING! I also told him that he was an amazing Jack. He gave me a nice side hug, too. When he walked away, he rubbed my back a little, and I almost passed out.

Andy came next. I like Zach better. But I told him he did good anyway and that Crutchie is my favorite.

Nick was great too. He seemed so happy. We had one of those awkward moments where you don’t know which way to go when we were taking a picture. I saw him enter the theater as well.

Kaitlyn was awesome. She plays Sniper, the girlsie. I don’t even remember what I told her.

Anthony Zas was amazing. He’s less than an inch taller than I am! Nick photobombed one of his pictures. I told him that I loved his Spot. He said he loves playing him. I had seen him enter the theater, too, and I swear he looked at me from the stage.

Anthony Norman pushed his bike through the line. He’d ride it home to his parents after he was done with each show.

Julian was the last newsie we met. I waited a long time, hoping someone else would come out. He was so happy and full of energy. He asked how I was, and I said amazing and asked how he was. He said good, tired, and sweaty! I told him, “No wonder, after doing all that!” He thought that was pretty funny.

And that, summed up, is my amazing Newsies experience.

anonymous asked:

All those pictures with her. He looks so young and content and soft and twinkle in his eyes. I was surprised how brave some of those pictures were. At least now, when those "posts" come I can laugh and just look at those pictures from this weekend. Body language doesn't lie.

I’m loving my anons today!! 

He does, doesn’t he. So much body language screaming love. 

He just seems so happy and relaxed and can’t keep his hands off of Bae. And those heart eyes… FROM BOTH OF THEM. Just OMG. 


I’m inspired by the last scene of the Episode 6 of season 2 .

I LOVE it !

FMA is one of my childhood so seeing the reference of it makes me so happy !! ( it’s not really a direct reference but still visible for people who watch / read FMA )

I actually have a scenario of this quick drawing hahaha ~

When they travel the world to see all different kind of culture and they arrive in Paris , Chat Noir and Ladybug accidentally met them on his daily patrol , Chat Noir being “Chat Noir” , he’s VERY happy to meet them in real life and the Elric brothers are happy to see young kids grew up to be a hero . They take pictures and talk a little about the Elric brothers journey that was not told in the book/news .

I’m trying to improve my writing so please forgive me if my grammar is wrong 😭 .

the weeknd sentence starters.

“ tell them this boy wasn’t made for loving. “
“ tell them this heart doesn’t have to stay to one. “
“ it’s all i know. “ 
“ mama called me destructive, said it’s ruin me one day. “
“ because i pushed away every woman/man/one that loved me. “
“ that’s real life. “
“ i know you don’t really understand it. “ 
“ i’m not allowed to regret my choice. “ 
“ i heard that love is a risk worth taking. “ 
“ heaven only lets a few in. “ 
“ it’s too late for me to choose it. “
“ don’t waste precious tears on me. “
“ i’m not worth the misery. “
“ i’m better off when i’m alone. “ 
“ only losers go to school. “
“ i taught myself how to move. “
“ i’m not the type to count on you. “
“ stupid’s next to ‘ i love you. ‘ “
“ so what can you show me that my heart doesn’t know already? “
“ we make our own sense. “ 
“ you’re qualified to me. “
“ they can’t teach what they can’t prove. “ 
“ now that we’re all grown up who do we owe it to? “ 
“ now that we’ve gone this far who do we owe it all to? “
“ we did it all alone. “ 
“ now we’re coming for the throne. “
“ do we lose? “
“ i usually love sleeping alone. “ 
“ this time around bring a friend with you. “
“ we ain’t really gonna sleep at all. “ 
“ you ain’t gonna catch me with them sneak pictures. “
“ in my city i’m a young god. “ 
“ my god’s white, he’s in my pocket. he get me redder than the devil til i go nauseous. “
“ she ask me if i do this everyday, i said often. “
“ ask how many times she rode the wave, not so often. “
“ bitches down to do it either way. “ 
“ i do this often. “
“ i come around, she leave that boy like she ain’t matter. “ 
“ she’s just happy that the crew’s back in town. “
“ she’s about to go downtown for a whole hour. “ 
“ if i had her, you have her, man it don’t matter. “ 
“ i’m never sour, i’m just smoking something much louder. “ 
“ the night’s almost done. “



Thomas sat outside of the warehouse in his four door eco-friendly sedan. The place hadn’t changed in the slightest bit since he was here last. It almost felt like a whole other lifetime.
Stepping out, he saw nothing but rows of glossed over black and chrome, an obvious sign that the family has definitely grown.
With the door at hand, he took a deep breath before walking back into a life he’d thought was forever behind him.


His smiled went big as he was truly happy to see old familiar faces.
“Uncle Hap!” He embraced the tattooed biker.

“Jesus kid, where have you been hiding?” Happy grinned, his more than obvious wrinkles deepening.

Thomas steps back and shrugs, “Oh you know, just here and there.”

With a smile still on his face, Happy eyes Thomas, “Oh yeah? Last we heard, your brother said you had moved down to L.A.”

Tommy clears his throat with a chuckle,
“Ha, yeah, well I’m still trying to get settled-er Where’s Abel anyways?” He takes a peek past Happy, his brother nowhere to be seen.

Happy drapes an arm around Thomas’ shoulders,
“Takin’ his pretty boy sweet time getting here- Come on, Rat and the guys are over here.”
He leads them over to the small bar where all the others were there to greet him.


Abel pulled into the TM lot, staring out at the empty flat space on the opposite end. Memories of the explosion flickered through his thoughts like a slide show, he turned his back before the pictures had a chance to start moving.

He made his way into the small office, his sights aimed directly on the fairly new filing cabinet that sat in the corner. Pulling the top drawer out to it’s full extent, Abel reached far back inside.


“Shit!” Abel jumped, accidentally slamming the drawer on his hand.

Keep reading

The Foxes on holiday

-They decide to play it safe and go to the beach

-Alison calls her travel agent and books them a private beach house.

-The house is gorgeous. All the bedrooms have sea views and the patio doors open right out onto the sand, perfect for barbecues.

-The girls help each other pack. Alison helps them pick out clothes and offers to let them share anything of hers. Renee nips to Abby`s and picks up a few first aid kits (and comes away with enough medical supplies to stock a pharmacy) Dan is in charge of bringing stuff for entertainment. Both girls let her pinch things from their dvd collections and while Alison is finishing off packing off clothes, Dan and Renee go to the shops to pick up a bunch of magazines, books, snacks, etc. They leave it to the monsters to supply plenty of alcohol.

-Renee enlists Dan and Alison`s help and gives herself green and blue mermaid hair for the holiday. Alison gets her nails done with mermaid colours for the occasion and then does her friends.

-Neil takes ten minutes to pack just enough clothes for the week, basic toiletries and nothing else. It makes Alison and Nicky want to cry.

-Andrew sneaks in a few new clothes at the bottom for him to wear. And because Neil`s case is still more than half empty he dumps his stuff into it as well, leaving more room in his own case for more important things, like drinks.

-It sounded like a good idea getting up in the middle of the night so they could get an early start and beat the worst of the traffic, but it doesn`t turn out so well when it is four in the morning and nobody can keep Kevin awake for more than thirty seconds at a time.

-He`s wandering around half asleep, half dressed in Trojan pj bottoms (a gift from Jeremy ) with a half eaten energy bar hanging out of his mouth. He was the one who had spent the past week nagging everyone to be ready and they are all more than a little annoyed (but not surprised)

-Neil has to stop Andrew from tripping him over when he stumbles past them. (“What? At least that would wake him up!”)

-Dan and Renee are still wearing their pjs and have no intentions of changing just to sit in a hot car for hours. Alison looks stunningly put together as usual.

-By the time Kevin is awake enough to leave everyone is getting hungry. They stop at the first stop they come to, a McDonalds, much to his horror.

-Back on the road in the girls` car they are blasting summery pop music. Dan and Renee are sat in the back dancing in their seats and singing along at the top of their lungs.

-When they arrive everyone dumps their bags in their rooms straight away. Unpacking can wait till later. They are on holiday.

- Alison wants to hit the beach straight away. She changes into her swimming costume, and with the help of Renee applies her sun cream and declares that she won`t be getting up again until she has a nice, even tan. Renee sits with her reading a book while Dan joins Kevin in starting up a game of volleyball (no we can`t play exy on the beach, Kevin)

-A little off topic but I picture the girls going holiday clothes shopping together. Alison throws all sorts of bright, summery clothes at her friends and gets them to strut about the changing rooms in them to show them off.

- Lady foxes spreading body positivity and confidence is something I love, so picture a fan coming up to them. They get chatting and she tells them how gorgeous they all are and how she wishes she had the body for the more revealing swimsuits. Then the girls all tell her she should wear what makes her happy because she was a beautiful young woman who should love herself.

-Back to the beach house. Like I said Kevin and Dan set up a volleyball match. Matt and Dan vs him and Neil. Andrew watches on from a safe distance chowing down on some ice-cream.

-Nicky and Erik (he came over to spend the holidays with his boyfriend) go off for a nice romantic stroll, even though Nicky would rather sit and sunbathe while watching the volleyball match (Neil looked good in those shorts Andrew packed) but he missed his boyfriend and maybe they could find someplace quiet to make out.

-Katelyn and Aaron may or may not have the same idea and sneak of back to the house when Andrew is distracted watching Neil.

-The next day is even hotter so Renee has her protective mothering head on and reminds everyone religiously to keep drinking plenty water (yes water, not alcohol, guys) and to keep reapplying sun cream.

-Again the girls all help each other with the bits they can`t reach. Katelyn does Aaron`s and he does hers, much to Andrew`s disgust, but he stays quiet. Nicky and Erik get a bit too friendly and handsy when applying theirs and Andrew ends up hitting them both over the head.

-Neil keeps his shirt on so he doesn`t need help putting any on, but it gets so hot that everyone is getting concerned for him. The girls try to reassure him that nobody will care, and Nicky tells him his scars don`t matter and he was still a cutie. He quickly makes himself scarce after seeing a certain goalkeeper`s face.

-Eventually sometime after noon, the hottest part of the day, Andrew drags him off back into the house away from the others. “Yes or no?” he asks and gently eases Neil`s shirt off and grabs the sun cream. He starts with his arms first, then his neck and face, pausing briefly to kiss him. He offers to let Neil do his own legs and chest, but he is happy for Andrew to carry on. He finally finishes with his back then leads Neil back outside.

-The others are certain they don`t want to know how Andrew convinced Neil to remove the shirt.

-Andrew leads Neil over to where a giant parasol has been set up and they sit down under it. A little way away Aaron is sat under a similar one, letting Katelyn rub more cream onto him. The beach is great and all, but the sun will burn the twin`s skin off if they aren’t careful so it is better to avoid it as much as possible. Fair hair and skin might look pretty, but it burns all too easily.

-Neil offers to help Andrew put more cream on, but Andrew tells him no and Neil drops it, even though he is concerned he will burn. He settles for rearranging the parasol to make sure it fully covers Andrew and makes sure he keeps drinking.

-Dan and Matt play together in the water. They bought a blow up dinghy she is lying in and he is pulling it along behind him.

-Kevin falls asleep on the beach and everyone helps burry his legs in the sand. They end up forming a mermaid tail around him.

-Wymack worries the entire time they are away, not knowing what they are up to is not a reassuring feeling. Are they eating right? Drinking enough? Is Kevin being an asshole and trying to make an exy court out of sand, pebbles and seawater? Has Andrew killed anyone yet?

-Andrew eats his body weight in ice cream and then some. On one of the last days there, Neil is brave (or stupid) enough to steal a bite. Andrew ends up buying him his own just so he will stop stealing his. But they`re alone on the beach, it`s hot and sweaty and they may or may not get a little distracted and end up licking the melted ice cream off of each other instead of the cones.

Here’s the other picture I hinted at in my last post’s tag. This is how his original owner found him in Hungary at some dirty old kill shelter. Such a poor bab but also such a handsome young man…

He’s been through quite some shit but he’s still such a happy and loving floof and I love him so fucking much.

anonymous asked:

Hi. Can I get the Nordics reaction to their child drawing them a picture? Preferably, if the child was still a toddler?

Awww this is so cute ^-^

Norway: Nor would let his stoic face falter to give his young one a smile of encouragement. He’d pat them on the shoulder and hang up the picture somewhere special where everyone could see it.

Denmark: Den would be so proud that his little one took the time to make something special for him. He wouldn’t care that it was simple scribbles, he’d love it.

Iceland: Iceland would be happy but he’d be asking out what everything is. “Why do i have a tail” “that’s your legs!” Stuff like that. Nonetheless he’d still love it.

Sweden: Sve has all his little ones art work framed through out the house. He doesn’t show it but he’s super proud of anything his little one made, Sve being a craft person.

Finland: Straight on the fridge is where that painting would go. He’d love any artwork his little kid made for him, even sitting down to draw little pictures with them.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm a new fan of The NBHD's music. I can't call myself an Hoodlum (yet) bc I have a silly rule for myself: If you don't know & love all the members, don't call yourself a fan lol. I'm 14 and live in Asia so I don't even have the slightest chance to meet them, also the info about them is very rare :( I have been hopelessly searching about them since last week then came across your tumblr & omg I love you and your blog! Could you give me some info about each members? Thanks :)

You’re already a fan because you like their music, but I completely agree, in order to be a hoodlum, it takes much more than that. Hm okay, so where do I start? (and thank you so much by the way for saying you love my blog, it seriously means alot). So first off, The Neighbourhood members USED to be

Jesse, Mikey, Zach, BRYAN SAMMIS and Jeremy
They never spoke too clearly about why Bryan had to separate from the band. At first it seemed as though he had chose to leave so he could work on his own music but as time went on, in interviews it would be hinted out that there was some tension and being together felt more like a job than it did working with friends. Bryan was my favorite member. He knew who I was before we even formally met. He was the most interactive with the fans and one of the funniest. His solo music is pretty good, if you want to give that a listen here’s the link to his soundcloud (he goes by both Bryan and Olivver, and no the second v was not a typo) https://soundcloud.com/olivver-1

This separation didnt happen too long ago. The band itself is fairly new. They grew immediate attention after writing sweater weather (which was also the first song they all wrote together) They all knew eachother before becoming a band, (Zach and Mikey are the closests though). 

Jesse, Zach, Brandon, Mikey, Jeremy

Jesse is the lead singer and the member people know most about. Not just because he is the lead singer but also because he puts himself out there a lot. He is present in if not all, most interviews and therefore its easy for most fans to fall in love with him. Before the neighbourhood became popular, he was in a serious relationship with a girl named Serena. He wrote a couple songs about her (or at least we believe he did, songs like STING) and we’re not sure why they broke up but most fans were really happy about their relationship. He was single for quite a while before getting together with Anabel Englund, the fan base seemed to be very upset about it. Most argued it was because of the way she presented herself (some people thought it was skanky) but it didn’t stop them from being together and with time people began to love them (Ship name was/is Anese). Now, its not certain but it’s argued that they broke up (they unfollowed eachother on Twitter and Instagram). Jesse is also very sensitive. If you haven’t seen it already in their Afraid video, he is completely naked and he felt very unappreciated when the video didn’t even reach a million views because he completely put himself out there and he went on a sad rant on twitter. It broke most fans hearts and it sparked a fan page trend. I believe at least one fourth of the neighbourhood fan pages that are active today were made after that. Asides from all that mushy stuff, he’s super funny and a confident guy. 

Zach Abels is one of the guitarists of the band and is by far the second most famous member of the band. Its funny because on twitter he is described to be the more sassy one and he always has been but in person he isn’t like that at all. He might not be as tall but he’s just as sweet as Jesse when it comes to the fans.

Mikey Margott is the bass player. He is the youngest of the group and grew up knowing how to play the drums but they really wanted him in the band so they taught him how to play bass (Bryan was already the drummer). He is super sweet and asides from Brandon, he is the member we may know least about, personality wise. He doesn’t have anything but instagram and he doesn’t use it that much. Also, he isn’t present in most interviews so its hard to really say you love him from anything other than maybe meeting him after a concert or the pictures posted of him by photographers and fans. What we do know is that since young, his best friend has always been Zach, he is the band’s barber and for over four years he’s been in a committed relationship with the lovely Lauren Leekley. (which all fans love)

Jeremy Freedman is the other guitarists and the most unappreciated member. I remember meeting them after the iHeartRadio live series and everyone flocked around Jesse while Jeremy was pretty much by himself. After talking to him for a bit I realized how funny he was and being the selfish person I am, I was sort of happy that I could have a conversation with him without being interrupted by other fans. He gives himself these crazy nicknames that work and it only shows about 2% of his sense of humor. Jerry Hot Licks, The Pussy Destroyer and more.  

Bryan Sammis was their drummer. I spoke about him before but he really was my favorite. He always responded to fans on twitter and was even nicer in person. The first time I saw him I didnt have to say anything, he saw the gift I was ready to give him and he knew who I was and that really meant a lot to me. The second time I saw him he recognized me (as did Jesse, they do a good job of remembering faces) and he was very chilled and cool about having a one on one conversation with me.

Brandon Fried is the new drummer. Although he may be a new member, he’s known them since highschool. He’s into Seahawk football and eating gyros and that’s pretty much all I know. He seems like a really funny and chilled guy he just hasn’t been in the band long enough for me to say much in confidence. 

I wish we knew more about their personal lives but the only person who we can really say we all know is Jesse and even then, we dont know everything. I hope this helped, if you have any more questions let me know!

Anonymous asked: Omg, here comes a real life prompt: I’m a photographer and was booked for a wedding last week. And while I look through the hundreds of photos now, I just found one in which the bride’s brother (who was flirting with me) held a piece of paper with “call me + phone number” in the background, and my first thought was not to call him but to write you how wonderful that story would be as a Destiel AU with Cas as a photographer at Sam’s wedding! :D

Author’s note: One of my favorite prompts ever, I loved this so much! Enjoy. ;)  

Castiel smiled, prompted by the many happy faces in the room. It was contagious, seeing all of these people filled with pure joy. Weddings were Castiel’s favorite part of the job, no doubt about it.

The young couple swaying in the middle of the dancefloor looked stunning, and Castiel snapped countless pictures of them. Sam Winchester and Jessica Moore; from today on Mr. and Mrs. Winchester. They were both practically glowing, lighting up the entire room and everyone surrounding them, even though they only seemed to have eyes for each other.

Aside from sweet, it was also bittersweet. As much as Castiel loved seeing others happy, deep down he would sometimes feel a tiny sting of jealousy when working at these kinds of events. Weddings made him somehow long for something that he’d never had, and feared might never have. He quickly banished that thought, taking his chance to get a few more decent pictures before the first dance of the evening ended.

From there on, Castiel discreetly moved around the room, making sure to get some proper pictures of all the most important family members and closest friends. The bride’s parents, the groom’s parents, Jessica’s best friend Tessa, and Sam’s friends Andy and Kevin.

Castiel paused and chuckled when he spotted the middle aged woman who was sitting in a dark corner, dejectedly staring at the dancefloor. She was sipping wine and looking like she’d already consumed way too much alcohol, even though the night had only just started. The sad single aunt; one could be found at almost every wedding. Castiel didn’t allow himself to think about how this could be him, ten years from now. That thought alone made him decide to spare her, to save her from a picture that she probably wouldn’t want taken of her.

Moving to the other side of the room, Castiel skipped a breath when his eyes suddenly landed on the ridiculously attractive brother of the groom, who was standing not too far away. Dean Winchester. That’s how the man had introduced himself to Castiel earlier that day, and Castiel had committed the name to memory. Dean was beautiful, dangerously beautiful. Because even though apparently by some miracle he was single, Castiel highly doubted that Dean played for his team. He sighed as he watched how Dean joked around with a red haired girl, laughing a laugh that Castiel was certain could end wars. Dean’s eyes were sparkling, his cheeks flushed. When they’d been introduced this morning, Castiel had taken note of the freckles on Dean’s nose, and even though he couldn’t see them from here, he was all but daydreaming about them. And those eyes, wow, those eyes…

“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.”

Like taking a cold shower, Castiel abruptly came down from his Dean-induced high, gasping and lowering his camera when he saw that it was the man himself standing right in front of him. Dean was mockingly raising an eyebrow at Castiel, and oh god, he must’ve been really out of it if he hadn’t even noticed Dean coming his way.

“I- I apologize.” Castiel uttered as he tried not to drown in the depths of those amused green eyes. “That was very unprofessional of me.”

Keep reading

Weeaboo Bronies..

Submit Anon.

Also, the question mark button on my laptop is broken. Please deal with it.

Oh damn, that title. I don’t really know where to begin with My Little anecdotes of horrors, so, I will begin with a recent anime convention. I’d rather not state which one or where for reasons.

Ok, so recently I went to an anime convention with some friends. Im not too big into anime myself, I never had a ‘weeaboo’ stage. No offence, but some of the massive eyes and whiny ‘kawaii’ voices don’t do it for me. I used to love Sailor Moon and as a child, I had an older brother who loved Pokemon, Mario, Sonic, all those games and shows. However, as a child, I did really love MyLittlePony. I grew up with G3 and G3.5 and don’t kill me, but they’re still my favourites. I love the new designs aswell, I think they are SO cute. However, we all know no fandom is perfect. Anyway, I’m getting off topic. 

I went to a convention with two other friends, so we decided to cosplay as Equestria Girls as best as we could. I went as AppleJack, who in all honesty, is easy enough to pull off. My friend went as RainbowDash, lets call her RD, and my second friend, went as Twilight, so lets call her T. So we get to this BIG convention, and it was really fun. Hanging out and buying… really, really useless stuff. I actually got these really cute handmade FlimFlam plushies and some other things. So we were chilling against a wall near an open window because T can sometimes get VERY distressed in large crowds. Its really upsetting. So we were resting and giving her water and trying to cool her down, when suddenly, a shadow is cast over us. Note how I say US.

Standing infront of us, were four grown men. Not exactly fat but…. large, broad in a non-muscular way. Well, one was rather fat. And they did smell… Also, they were all wearing pony ears AND tails and one had a 20percent cooler tshirt. 

‘Hey whats wrong with Twi’ One asks, getting closer. Considering we were sitting, we were dick level. Not very nice.

'Oh, shes just a bit tired…’ I say. I didn;t get a very good vibe off these guys.

We sat for another minute or two while these guys tried to talk to us, and we then left and went outside. We wern’t being rude but they were very shifty looking.

We decided to take some photos, because why not. I mean, we looked pretty good. I have naturally blonde hair and I am skinny, which I’m kind of insecure about, so hooray for padded bras right. I couldnt find a white and green shirt, so I had to deal with a plaid shirt and short shorts. But I did have the hat and cowboy boots, and drew three red apples on my thighs for effect. T and RD also done the ‘cutie mark on the thigh’. So we were having fun, taking dorky pics, in a rather secluded area, when the bushes rustle. Before we know it, the four men are back. 

'Hey hey hey, we founds yous!’ said one of the guys. Lets call them A,B,C,D. 

Cue our nervous laughter.

”Ummmm, yeah, haha… Can we help yous.’ 

'Well, yes, you can actually. Can we take some pictures for our Pony blog’

We all agree to a few photo’s and nothing creepy. So we done a few happy, huggy photos, while A took photos and B,C,D watched. Then, it happened.

'Would you lovely young ladies like to join us in our room’

'Ehh, we cant really, we have to leave soon…’ I said. We didn’t really but we were NOT going up there

'PLEASE. Go onnnnnn Rainbow, convince Apple and Twi!’

”We cant…. My mom is collecting us….’ RD said. Before she knew it, C was behind her, and began PETTING her head.

”Come onnnnnnnn Dashie, be cool. My Little Dashieeeeee’ She bolted away from him. 

'No. We’re leaving now.’ RD said.

'NO WAIT! Will yous be interested in acting out a clop fic!! And we can take pictures’

Eugh disgusting. We ran then, because what else were we to do. We decided to warn con-security to be safe. 

Story 2.

The anime club in my school is weeaboo’s. Just. Weeaboo’s. And alot of them are OBSESSED with MLP, Hetalia, Naruto, Bleach and a few other ‘mainstream’ ones. Like I said, I wasnt too fond of anime. Anyway, I went into the computer room with RD. RD and T both attend my school. We were working on a project together. The project was for music class. We were doing a project on various bands, stating the differences and styles of certain bands and singers. Some of which were Nirvana, One Direction, MyChemicalRomance, JustinBieber, Sex Pistols and a few others. We walked into our school computer room and took out our laptops. Its called the computer room because it has the strongest wifi connection, and you need a teachers note to go in. Its got school computers, and you are able to bring in our own laptop.  For some reason, these two weeaboos were sitting at the very front desk, giggling and snickering over something on their  laptop, so RD and I went to the back. They kept looking over their shoulders and nudging eachother, but we brushed it off. We were busy listening to HeartShapedBox and writing about its controversey, when they strutted over. They smelt bad, had acne, very badly dyed, greasy hair and some sort of headband things…

'Hey, you girls like ponies… can we show you something’

”uhh, sure, I guess..” I say. They rudely took MY laptop and turnt the screen so I couldnt see. Adter a minute or so, they turned it back around and we were faced with the Teenage Cadence game. WARNING. DO NOT SEARCH THIS IF THERE IS CHILDREN IN THE ROOM. OR PARENTS. IT IS A CLOP GAME WHERE YOU HAVE SEX WITH CADENCE. IT. IS. DISGUSTING. 

This was our first time seeing this and we were sickened. 

”WHAT THE FUCK, MAN!’ RD screamed. They ran back to their laptop laughing, and we saw that they also had it opened. They turnt the volume up full volume. We were just about to leave when a teacher came in from the back room. They got in trouble and a call was sent to each of their parents. Serves them right.

My thoughts on Dallas Theater Center's Les Mis part 1: What it meant to me as an artist.

So I recently got to attend the opening night of Dallas Theater Center’s Les Miserables, and I was amazed. For those of you that have not heard about it, the production’s director decided to take a different approach to the classic by giving it a modern setting. And it worked perfectly. It gave the show so much more meaning and made the show even more relatable and accessible to today’s audience, which I’ll talk more about later. However, for now, I just wanted to talk about bold choices in classic shows, especially when it comes to musical theatre.

Putting an old show in a new setting is definitely not a new concept. You see it all the time in classical theatre, especially with Shakespeare and other classical shows. I myself was recently in a production of Moliere's Tartuffe in which the director decided to place the show in a distorted version of reality, which created an amazing world to play in as an actor. With classical theatre, directors are never afraid to experiment and bring something new to a show, all while staying true to the original text. With musicals, however, the opposite seems to be true. Musicals seem to get put in this box that discourages creativity from directors. Once the original production has opened, any subsequent productions strive to recreate that same show. Costumes and sets are imitated, choreography is repeated, and you even begin to see similar interpretations of the characters from the actors. By doing this, not only do you begin to lose the creativity of the artists involved, but you lose the story and the messages that the original artists wanted to tell.

And that is why this production spoke to me so much.

In interviews, the director stated that she had never seen Les Mis when she was asked to direct, and she made a conscious effort to not see the show during the creative process. This left her with the script as her sole influence. With this show, she wasn’t trying to be edgy or out of the box, she simply sought to tell the story in a way that would challenge the audience and make it easy for them to relate it to their lives.  The themes in Les Mis are very relevant to issues today, and it was really awesome to see a show that helped the audience draw these parallels and simultaneously called them to action. And I got so much more out of the show because of it.

And the creative energy extended to everyone, especially the actors. I saw so many new interpretations of the characters, and it was so amazing. All of the characters were so real and three dimensional and you really felt as if these were real people. I loved following every single one of them on their journeys. The characters I was most surprised by however were Marius and Cossette. Usually I can’t stand this pair. They are often very flat and boring to watch. However, I saw people I had never seen before in these characters. Cossette was portrayed as bookish, quiet and somewhat awkward, which makes a lot of sense considering her lonely childhood. She was obviously very intelligent, and you could definitely see the admiration and love she has for Valjean, the only real parent she had ever known.  Marius, on the other hand, was a bold college student looking for change, but when he meets Cossette, you start to see the happy nervousness that comes with young love. Watching them during “A Heart Full of Love” was so sweet and vulnerable. They  were nervous and unsure of themselves, and so realistically awkward with each other, but it grew to be the most lovely relationship on the stage.

I guess it’s pretty obvious how much I loved this show. And I didn’t even touch on the set and costumes (The pictures on the internet can do the speaking better than I can, it was all so visually stunning!). It makes me so excited to see this kind of innovation and creativity come from my local theatre community, a community that I have loved to watch and that I hope to work in one day.

Going into the show, I thought it was going to be the same thing that I had seen dozens of times now. With the  recent release of the movie and the opening of the revival, not to mention the dozens of regional and amateur productions, I was beginning to get tired of the show, even though I have always deeply related to the story on so many levels. And seeing this production reminded me why I loved this show.

I can finally accept Sakura and Sasuke being together because I actually think they had something when they were young. Sakura and Karin were the only girls in Sasuke’s life, so if he ended up with one of them, it works for me ‘tho I don’t ship it. 

But when it comes to Naruto and Hinata, I couldn’t feel anything towards this couple… at all. Maybe because the entire manga, even until chapter 699, Naruto was still in love with Sakura. Maybe because I can’t picture Naruto has a happy, loud, awesome love life with the quiet Hinata-sama. He actually fell in love with Hinata in the movie, after the genjutsu-throwback whatsoever thing that seemed so forced to me. 

I agreed that the only reason these ships were canon is so they can make Naruto Gaiden to make money. And I’m glad that so far, there is no Hinata in the story because everytime she showed up as Naruto’s wife, I always feel some awkwardness between them. And I can’t help but feel that Naruto’s feeling for Sakura is still remain, although they’re not married or something. Whenever I see Naruto talking to Sarada and acted fatherly to her, I’m feel like he’s actually the one who should be with Sakura. 

Their family will be loud and filled with happiness and excitement. I see that they will be too perfect for each other and that would be unfair to other couples maybe haha.

If Naruto and Sakura ended up together, both Sakura and Hinata will be independent character and they’re exist not only to be the shadows of their first love. Hinata can live happily without his Naruto-kun, and so is Sakura. Naruto would be able to fulfill all of his dreams and those developments in 699 chapters won’t be a waste. Sasuke can be with Karin because she lights his world more than Sakura, and he actually do cared to her. 

Those parallels between Narusaku - Sasukarin will result very great ending. It would be totally make sense and no one will question how can they ended up together because both Narusaku and Sasukarin have entire manga to prove their developments and relationship, while Naruhina only has few chapters, and had to make one movie to make them canon. 

Trust me, I’m trying my best to love Naruhina and accept them, but whenever I remember Hinata’s character and how much Naruto loved Sakura in the entire manga, I just can’t feel anything towards Naruhina at all. It seems so blunt to me. I know there might be some missing moments after the war until Naruto - The Last that we don’t know that may cause the love sparks between all these couples, but that’s not what we read for these past few years, so one movie is not enough to make me believe that Naruto’s feeling changed that easily. And especially now, when I read Naruto Gaiden and his priority is still to save Sakura or make sure that she has a happy life and taking care of her daughter. I just can’t. Their chemistry is too strong for me that I feel sorry for these two for not ending up together.

Sakura may seemed happy with Sasuke and accept the fact that his husband has to leave her for years. Naruto may seemed happy with his kids and his dream as Hokage fulfilled, but there’s something missing in these two’s lives. Their laughs and happiness that they used to share together. Naruto may obsessed with Sasuke, but he can only have those shy-redface-smile when he’s with Sakura. And Sakura always seems so alive when she was with Naruto.

Now those things are gone, and I can’t help but feel sorry for them because in the end they can never tell that they were once have strong feeling towards each other just because they both think they don’t deserve to be with each other. They were simply thinking of each other’s happiness to the point that they never really confess what they were really feel. For me, their story is so tragic that if only they were given the chance, they will definitely have a different story and I supposed, it would be a happier one.

I do not like “love stories” because I think they are mushy and give people unrealistic expectations in their love life. However, The Fault in Our Stars has to be the most pretentious “love story” yet. The way John Green portrays the same young girl with some type of disorder, and some young nerdy guy is ridiculous. He’s giving yet another unrealistic expectation to young girls, and making them think they need to fall in love to be happy. This book is highly overrated, as is John himself. His writings are below average, which is why they are so popular in the teen community.  I’m tired of seeing quotes posted by all these hipster girls thinking this book has some true deep meaning, when it’s just mediocrity honestly. I’m not trying to offend anyone who likes this book, I truly do not understand why this man is so popular. (Also the quote in the picture above….THAT’S HOW EVERYONE FALLS ASLEEP! 



Dude remember when you were a potato? (btw you will always be a potato to me. Sorry. :D)
Now look at you, you look like an actual Model. What happened?
I remember when Rian was kind of like Zack, never really talking and always kind of shy and being in the background.
And i feel like when they got more popular, so around Don’t Panic Era, Rian got out of his shell more, became more confident and talked alot more during interviews.
I Always thought he was a very funny guy but now he is just hilarious!
And the way he treats his Girlfriend, god he adores her, she is the love of his life and he makes that clear to whoever crosses his way and it is the most adorable thing ever. You can see him being so proud of her and being her number 1 fan.
This is real love right there you guys!
He is 29 now, can you believe that? Looking at the picture on the left i think of the “circles” music video and how young they all looked, it is weird seeing them as adults. 
But they all just got way funnier, and matured alot (well everyone but jacky boy. :D) And i just love seeing them grow up.
Especially Rian cause he changed a whole lot but at the same time he didn’t change that much.
It is hard to explain.
I just always get so happy when i look at him cause he never seems sad.
And i bet he could cheer anyone up.
I couldn’t be more proud of this guy!
Rian happy 29th Birthday! :)

aCTUALLY YOU KNOW WHAT let;s have a throwback from my heavily parapining days as muchtodoodleaboutnothing (r.i.p.)

i went through all the crap and picked out some of my favorite pieces from my days as a young idiot drawing crossover boys (and girls) in weird love

under the cut because whoa i drew these two (three) a lot, so come along and reminisce with me friends here we goooo

Keep reading