i love the hell out of this song

… of course, before I forget, THEME SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG: www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDBEtC…

WHAT VILLAIN WOULD GO INTO BATTLE WITHOUT ONEAlso I take no responsibility for any earworming that may occur because DAMNED IF THIS ISN’T CATCHY. Easily my favorite track on the OST, and coincidentally the theme song for the battle this picture is meant to be from. 8D

So a friend bought me Nefarious on Steam as part of a commission price a while back, and I have to say, for all its flaws, I LOVE THE HELL OUT OF IT!

The gameplay is a bit iffy, and a lot of the graphics and so on feel unpolished in places, but for character art done by Gashi-Gashi, and a protagonist that’s such a gloriously megalomaniacal villain, I AM WILLING TO FORGIVE SO VERY MUCH. The recreation of all the famous boss battles from other games was spot on, the satisfaction of smacking down the ‘heroes’ was great, and of course, the writing and characters were downright brilliant.

…except for the 'choices’ letting you pick the good or bad ending. That was a bit of a reach.

BUT I DON’T CARE, I STILL LOVED IT.

The music is great, Crow is an unrelenting bundle of genre-savvy snark, and in general, it’s just great fun. It’s also frikking hard in places but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

I’ve been wanting to draw a lot of fanart for it lately, but this is the first thing I got time to do. It’s from the hilarious boss battle on one of the stages, in which you have to fight an enemy party…so what’s your strategy?

Why, TAKE OUT THE HEALER WITH AN ORBITAL STRIKE OF COURSE! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!

If you guys want to know more, just go look up the Sukochi boss battle on youtube.

As for the pic itself…Man, did I have a blast. Even since my early days most of you know I have a weakness for crazy-ass, maximum-ham type heroes that are almost villains themselves, and the more shark-toothed grins the better…and MAN does Crow here deliver on all fronts! If ever there was a case for VILLAIN NUMBER ONE it’d be this guy, I swear. I’m really proud of the lighting on his goggles in particular, and the really harsh lighting from his orbital strike hitting his unfortunate victim offscreen.

Thanks for stopping by, and if any of you have a spare 15 bucks lying around and are looking for something interesting to play, I’d definitely recommend giving Nefarious a try!

Masked Intruder

Summary: Dan is a robber who steals valuable objects nearly every night. When he goes into a flat decorated with plants and stuffed animals, he can’t seem to keep himself away. Dan’s not used to pretty boys stealing things of his own; especially when they steal his heart.
Word Count: 3590
Warnings: stealing, breaking/entering, cussing
A/N: I’d like to thank my roommate @sourmojo for giving me the idea to write this fic (based off of this song) and also @insanityplaysfics for being my lovely beta. That summary is the worst fucking summary I’ve ever written but I love this idea so much and I hope you do too! Please don’t ask me to write a sequel, i will write one if i end up feeling like it, but as of right now, it doesnt seem very likely.
Read it on AO3!

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It was something that Dan was proud of, as fucked up as it was. He just couldn’t get enough of everything about it; the thrill, the little prizes he got out of it, hell even the news broadcasters. No matter how hard he tried to get away from his lifestyle, he always ended up going back. His own addiction, his very own little secret. Besides, it’s not like anybody was getting hurt in his escapades. Just himself and his own conscious, but that he could deal with.

So what if he broke into houses and stole objects he found compelling? They were just objects and humans should be able to get over the loss of something so materialistic. Rings, money, antiques. Stealing those didn’t harm anybody. In fact, they should be grateful for Dan. He helped people realise that family was far more important than items.

Dan didn’t necessarily know how he got to this point in his life, where he just went to other people’s houses to steal meaningless crap, but he couldn’t be more thankful. One day he was just a silly little teenager trying to be edgy by sneaking into places he wasn’t supposed to be in, and the next moment he was a twenty-five year old man breaking and entering all to steal that new movie he’s been wanting for weeks. Some would say that he was stupid for risking going to jail just for a movie, but Dan didn’t give a single fuck.

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a few notes about beauty and the beast:

• jean was searching for/forgetting his wife and son and I didn’t get that until now and I’m so :(((
• emma watson is so hot pls wife me
• the lil added songs that just made me so warm
• lefou (and the entire movie) was gay as hell I love josh gad
• at the end when she asking him about a beard and he just growled and the whole thing was just so kinky why
• the guy in orange who got a makeover I LOVE HIM
• why did nanny mcphee just show up??
• THE SCENE WHERE SHE FIGURED OUT HOW HER MOM DIED AND SHE SAID “LET’S GO HOME” AND THE WHOLE THING WAS JUST SO PURE
• lumière dabbed ??
• I’m in love with dan stevens his acting and voice (and face) were just so perfect I love him (why did emma bring up him being kinda hot as the beast bc now I can’t unsee it kill me)
• something there !!!
• dan stevens giving her a library just to prove her wrong about r&j
• I was so lit during the mob song
• I went in with super low expectations but omg it was so amazing the cast (even tho they should have cast more broadway voices) and the music and the costumes and the sets … I loved this movie

solar: yongddonie worldeu yongddonie worldeu
moonbyul:

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Imagine Dean realizing all the little things he loves about you


Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: fluff, implied smut

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I love the song Out of My League by Stephen Speaks. It is just wonderful. It inspired this fic. I’m going to tease the HELL out of you with SMUT but not give it to you. I KNOW I’m going to here about it from a couple of you, but *shrugs* you’ll get over it. 

Dean Bean Lovers Tags Below, Bitches

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anonymous asked:

the fact that dan could pick out all the songs phil used and could see where all the little influences were coming from!!! what the fuck!!!! when will I ever find someone I'm that compatible with what the actual hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

dans a nerd!!!!!!! a nerd in love!!

Jay Park as a boyfriend
  • Annoying as all hell
  • “Babe”
  • “What?”
  • “Baby”
  • “What?”
  • “Baby girl”
  • “FUCKING HELL JAEBUM, WHAT?”
  • “God damn bitch, chill. I love you”
  • You guys have a very playful relationship
  • You stay bugging the hell out of each other
  • He loves to spoil you
  • “Baby, I bought you new lingerie”
  • “But I have lingerie”
  • “So? now you have more to model for me”
  • Calls you at ungodly hours to get your opinion on a new song
  • Has you help him pick his leading ladies for MVs
  • “Oooh baby pick her. She has a nice ass”
  • Makes sure that you’re actually okay with his sexy concepts
  • Writes the sweetest songs for you
  • “What’s your favorite song by me, baby girl?”
  • “Stay With Me”
  • “Good I wrote it for you”
  • Looks daddy as fuck but is actually kind of a sub
  • Like sure he likes to dominate every once in a while
  • But like he lives for being ridden
  • Ass grabbing
  • Likes to be the little spoon when you cuddle because he gets to lay on your boobs and have you play with his hair
  • Hand holding/ thigh grabbing when he’s driving
  • Texts you lame ass jokes throughout the day
  • Is hella jealous
  • like if you’re walking down the street and a guy so much as looks at you the wrong way he is ready to square up
  • Says I love you often because he needs you to know that even though he is hella busy you are still on his mind
  • Is a workaholic but will drop everything the minute you need him
  • Is 100% ready to propose but is scared that you might reject him
  • “You’re a dumbass. you guys have been together for five years if she didn’t love you she would’ve dumped you already”
  • “Yeah but like what if she isn’t ready?”
  • Comes home late and immediately gets into bed to cuddle you
  • “Eww Jay you’re sweaty”
  • “But I love you and I missed so much”

Originally posted by jayseattle

- Admin Jen

Bye ya’ll, I think my bias is showing. Like have I mentioned how much I love this man?

credit to gif owner

Read the fucking Iliad. Pretty please.

I love the fandom of ‘The song of Achilles’, or in general anyone who ships Patrochilles, ok?
Like, if you so much as utter the name ‘Achilles’ or ‘Patroclus’ or, hell, even 'Agamemnon’ in front of me I’ll instantly consider you my friend. Just thinking about the fact that there are other people out there who appreciate the classics makes me happier than a kid on his birthday. But sometimes it SHOCKS me how little people really know about them.
Maybe you’re a fan of Percy Jackson, or just casually passing by and happened to get interested. And I KNOW there is actually no canon, since these are stories that have been written thousands of times and were around for generations and generations long before that. But it breaks my little warmongering heart to see people that are genuine fans, and really into the characters and stories, and yet there is SO MUCH MORE they could know and don’t. Every time people talk about their Patroclus headcanon of him being a sweet cinnamon roll I want to yell at them: “Your headcanon is fantastic, and beautiful and sweet but DID YOU KNOW that in the Iliad Patroclus is actually the second strongest man of the Myrmidons and slaughters dozens of warriors before it takes FUCKING APOLLO’s intervention to stop him?”
There are so many other possibilities, so many other roads that the ancient tried while you know nothing about it. They were the first fanfiction writers, the first shippers, so you might as well lern from the best.
If after discovering that Homer’s Achilles was not exactly a feminine and delicate boy you decide you don’t like that, and that a pretty blond teen suits you better than a bloodthirsty warrior, I can very well respect that, and might even agree with you. But if you never read these masterpieces you’ll never know what you’re missing out on.

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there’s nothing I can do

i’m helpless without you

superhumanspeedandnetflix  asked:

I may be proven wrong in the crossover, but I think the Musicmeister wouldn't be able to take the Green Arrow. A big deal was made about Barry and Kara losing their powers and that being the reason they have to play along, but everything that makes Oliver dangerous is knowledge. I mean unless he can take away his skills and his physique, dude's gonna get suckerpunched mid-song and threatened with a broken bottle until he lets Oliver go. I'd watch the hell out of that deleted scene.

This is like the inverse of that @comickergirl comic where Kara and Barry kick ass while Oliver’s just like “…what do you mean you took care of it already?” I’d watch the s%^* out of Oliver Jonas Queen going to town with nothing but his fists and whatever absurd and scarcely weaponizable props they’d give him. I wanna see Oliver take down the Music Meister with nothing but pure rage and a squeegee.

When I Look At You

Word Count: 2024

A/N: This is a song lyric inspired fiction… type thing?? I’m not good with fiction terminology, if that’s even a thing haha oops. It’s based off ‘When I Look At You.’ By Miley Cyrus. Anyways I love this so much actually :D If any of you want to send me requests I would love to take them, and I’d love to know what you think of my writing! Part 4 of Jealousy will be out soon btw! Much love <3

Everybody needs inspiration

Everybody needs a song

A beautiful melody,

For when the nights are long.

'Cause there’s no guarantee

That this life is easy.

    You sat in the diner by yourself, staring down at your laptop. It was midnight, and although you weren’t exactly supposed to be there, you needed to get out of the hell hole that was your house. It had just been constant fighting between your mom and dad. Although they were divorced, they were still forced to live with eachother until your mom got back on her feet. Their constant yelling and screaming at eachother were bad, but not as bad as your depression and anxiety that had been acting up lately. It was bad, and there seemed to be nothing anyone could do about it. So here you sat, trying to write some stupid paper about 'how far would you be willing to go to find the truth’ but nothing was coming to mind except the shit show that was your life. You had no inspiration, no motivation, and honestly you just wanted to cry. Just as you decided it was time to give up, a familiar pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You turned to face Jughead, and he gave you a small smile, and you attempted to return it, but he could tell something was off.

    “What’s wrong?” he lightly questioned, and you leaned into him, enjoying the feeling of peace while it lasted.

     "Nothing anymore.“ you whispered, only wanting him to hear you, not that there was anyone else in the diner. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

    "Bullshit. Please tell me what’s up.” he mumbled against your skin. You grabbed one of his hands that held tight on your waist and he rubbed small circles on it.

    “I’m stressed because of my parents, I feel like absolute depressed and anxious garbage, and I don’t know what to write for my damn essay. But none of that matters now, you’re here.” he squeezed you tighter with one arm, he and used the other one to open your laptop.

    “We can deal with everything else later, because I can’t allow that. But first, Let’s see what we’re working with…” he said, opening word. “How far would you be willing to go to find the truth..” You stared at the screen, just looking at the blank page made you want to scream and throw your laptop in a blender. “Write about Jason Blossom and his death.” Jughead suggested, and you perked up, an idea forming in your head. Jughead was on the search for truth, and he so far had gone to great lengths for it.

    “Or even better, I could write about you trying to find the truth about his murder.” you said, quickly typing. Jughead watched as words flew across the digital page. He took in every detail of you in this moment, your fingers as they typed, how you bit your lip in concentration, even how your hair fell down across your face and you didn’t even bother moving it because you were so in the zone. He wondered if this is what you felt like when you watched him write. You turned your head and kissed him.

    “My inspiration.” You mumbled against his lips.

Yeah when my world is falling apart

When there’s no light to break up the dark

That’s when I look at you.

When the waves are flooding the shore

And I can’t find my way home anymore,

That’s when I look at you.

    “I can’t do this anymore Jughead!” you yelled, collapsing onto the ground. It was becoming harder to breathe, and your vision was blacking out. Everything around you was blurry, the tears in your eyes distorting everything you looked at.

    “ Y/N please listen to me, everything is going to be okay!” he said tenderly, trying to not let his worry show. He grabbed your shoulders and he looked you in the eyes, his heart breaking as he saw the tears flow out of them. “Listen, I want you to breathe.”

    “I can’t!” you cried, shaking your head.

    “Yes you can, please Y/N. Just try.” he was doing his best to stay calm, but seeing you like this tore him apart.

    “What’s the point Jughead! I can’t do this anymore, I have no reason to!” you sobbed.

    “Y/N you have me!” he yelled.

    “You could do so much better, you’ll find so much better and you’ll leave and I’ll be completely alone!” you bitterly yelled. Y/N looked at him, and started to cry even harder.

    “Juggie I’m so sorry, please don’t cry!” she sobbed. Jughead hadn’t even noticed that tears were rolling down his face, and Y/N had never really seen him cry before. Sure she saw a tear or two every once in a while, but never this many. Her chest got tight and her heart shattered. Jughead pulled her into his chest, and they held eachother.

    “I could never do better than you.” he whispered, rubbing circles on her back. She held onto him tighter, wanting nothing more to make him stop crying. She could feel his tears fall onto her shoulder. “It’s you who could do so much better, I’m not good enough for you Y/N, I-”

    “Forsythe don’t even say that! I love you more than anything in this world, you make me feel less broken and alone and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” she whispered.

    “You do the same for me.” he said, kissing her forehead. You make me feel whole.“

    "Juggie, I know now that my home isn’t a place, my home is you.” she smiled up at him. He leaned down and kissed her, cupping her face.

    “You’re my home too, Y/N.” he leaned his forehead against hers, and smiled back down at her.

When I look at you,

I see forgiveness,

I see the truth.

You love me for who I am.

Like the stars hold the moon.

Right there where they belong,

And I know I’m not alone.

    “I’m sorry.” Y/N whispered, standing by Jugheads locker at school. He crossed his arms and stared at her.

    “You’re in my way.” he said coldly, although it killed him to talk to her like that. She stepped away from the locker, and he turned his back to her and opened it up. Rummaging through his backpack for his math notebook he did his best to ignore Y/N behind him, no matter how badly he wanted to kiss her and hold her.

    “Juggie can we please talk about this?” she asked.

    “Don’t call me that.” Y/N felt tears stinging in her eyes.

    “Jughead please!” she begged, and Jugheads heart broke at the sound of her voice. He turned around and saw a tear roll down her face.

    “Okay! We can talk if you stop crying.” he said, closing his locker and pulling her into the nearest janitor closet. The door closed behind him and he looked down at her.

    “Jughead I’m sorry! I know that you feel like I’m lying because I have things to hide from you and that I’m distancing myself because you think I’m going to leave you but that’s not the case! Things at home are getting worse and… I was scared to tell you what was going on.” Jughead looked at her worryingly.

    “What do you mean? What’s going on?” he asked, stepping towards her.

    “They… they kicked me out Jughead.” she started to sob, and she wrapped his arms around her. “I’m homeless and I’m alone and maybe I deserve it. Maybe I don’t deserve a home and a family, I’m just a big problem!”

    “No you aren’t.” he whispered, rubbing her back. “And you aren’t alone, you’ll never be alone. Come stay with me.” He said.

    “What?” she asked, looking up at him.

    “Come live with me.” he said again, smiling down at her.

    “Where do you live?” she asked, a bit of excitement present in her voice.

    “Don’t tell anyone, but I live at the Twilight Drive-In.” he whispered, and she stares up at him in shock. He laughed and pulled her towards him again.

    “You wouldn’t want to live with me.” she said. “I dance around too much and sing off key, I eat way too much and I yell at the screen while I watch movies and tv even though they can’t hear me! I sleep all day or I lay in bed and watch YouTube and I talk in my sleep-”  

    “I already know, and I think it’s adorable.” he said, cutting her off. “You’re perfect to me Y/N, and if your parents don’t want you then I’ll sure as hell take you.”

    “Oh Jughead…” Y/N fought back tears, but for a different reason this time. “Are you sure?”

    “Absolutely.” Jughead said, grabbing her hand.

You appear just like a dream to me,

Just like kaleidoscope colours that cover me

All I need, every breath that I breathe

Don’t you know you’re beautiful?

    “I swear Y/N, if you don’t give me back my beanie-”

    “What are you going to do?” Y/N interrupted him, giving a smirk.

    “I’m going to do….” Jughead trailed off, trying to think of a punishment for the (y/h/c) girl standing on the bed smiling down at him. “This.” he said, running towards the girl. He jumped up on the bed and tackled her, pinning her underneath him.

    “Sucks to be you.” she said, grinning ear to ear. Jughead looked around for the beanie, but couldn’t see it anywhere . He looked down at Y/N and she giggled.

    “Where is it?” he asked.

    “That’s on a need to know basis, and I’m sorry, but you don’t need to know.” she said.

    “Actually, I think I do. That’s my beanie.” he playfully argued.

    “Actually, you don’t.” she laughed, trying to mimic his voice.

    “Y/N, please!” He begged. Y/N attempted to sit up, but couldn’t. She fell back down on the bed, and Jughead gave his best puppy dog eyes and stuck out his bottom lip.

    “Is Jughead Jones giving me puppy eyes right now?” Y/N laughed. Jughead rolled his eyes and sighed. He leaned down and fell onto Y/N, now laying on her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and she kissed him on the forehead.

    “I think you’ll be okay without it for one day.” she said. Jughead groaned, and it tickled Y/ns neck.

    “I won’t be though! I feel like I look like an idiot without it. Not that I look any better usually.” he said, raising his head so he was looking at her.

    “Um, no.” she quickly sat up, pushing Jughead up too.

    “No what?” he asked, confused by her sudden change in behavior. He sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled Y/N onto his lap.

    “You never look like an idiot. You’re adorable.” Y/N said in a very serious tone.

    “Not exa-” Jughead was cut off by a kiss. He pulled back, and looked up at the girl on his lap. “What was that?” he asked.

    “What I’m not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?” Y/N teased an he chuckled.

    “No, I mean-” again he was cut off with another kiss.  

    “You’re so handsome Jughead.” she mumbled against his lips. He pulled back again and stared at Y/N, and she admired his sweet smile plastered on his face. His hair was messed up, wild and free from his beanie, and the setting suns light shone through the window, lighting the room up beautifully. Y/N felt like she was in a dream, and if it was one she hoped she’d never wake up. He reached up and cupped her face, and she leaned into it.

    “How did I ever get so lucky to have you?” Jughead asked softly.

    “I could ask you the same thing.” she said, leaning down to kiss him again.

    “I love you, Y/N.”

    “And I love you, Forsythe.” she whispered.

dex, with his acoustic guitar sitting on the grass by the pond on a sunny day serenading nursey: I love you,,,, bitch,,,, I ain’t ever gonna stop loving you ,,,,, bitch
nursey: *tears streaming out of his heart eyes, hand on his chest, heart swollen with love and affection*

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the hamilton challenge

1 / 6 songs  →  helpless

“No stress, my love for you is never in doubt. We’ll get a little place in Harlem and we’ll figure it out. I’ve been living without a family since I was a child, my father left, my mother died, I grew up buckwild, but I’ll never forget my mother’s face that was real. And long as I’m alive, Eliza, I swear to God you’ll never feel so h e l p l e s s.”

fave songs:

antarctica - suicide boys
hair - suicide boys
dead batteries - suicide boys
vices - suicide boys
the road to hell is highway 59 - suicide boys x ramirez
my flaws burn through my skin like demonic flames from hell - suicideboys
i like bricks - ski mask the slump god
psycho - ski mask the slump god
fucked up - lil peep
girls - lil peep
walk away as the door slams - lil peep
life - lil peep
freaking out the neighborhood - mac demarco
chamber of reflection - mac demarco
ode to viceroy - mac demarco
my kind of woman - mac demarco
goodbye weekend - mac demarco
power - young thug
love song - 311
dani california - red hot chili peppers
californiacation - red hot chili peppers
art deco - lana del rey
kiss me - sixpence none the richer
voice carry - til’ tuesday

So, just came back from watching Moana (finally) and YOOOOOOOO!!!!! What the fuck is that animation?! So damn gorgeous!! The songs are awesome as hell too!! That Mad Max reference! That chicken! That shiny crab! LOVED IT!!

procrastinating

This was @siriusly-not-over-remus​‘ idea. I love love LOVE Sexual Healing as a song and Sirius just might make it even better so here it is.


2 am, Gryffindor Common Room, 5th year

Remus had been studying for the upcoming OWLs relentlessly. The full moons took at least 3 days out of his studying schedule so he made up for the lost time by not sleeping. He had enough of Charms for that day when he heard a whisper.

Get up, get up, get up, get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Oh, baby now let’s get down tonight

“What the hell?” Remus murmured to himself and when he looked around he saw Sirius dancing and singing to the music coming from the record player. Remus was well aware of every inch of Sirius’ body by now but it was an interesting thing to watch nevertheless. Damn you Lily and your ideas.

Remus had made it pretty obvious that he couldn’t have any distractions while he was studying but Sirius was hell bent on making him regret that decision, there was no other explanation to the way he moved.

Ooh baby, I’m hot just like an oven
I need some lovin’
And baby, I can’t hold it much longer
It’s getting stronger and stronger

Remus tilted his head to the side a little bit to get a better view of Sirius’ arse, Sirius was acting like there was no one in the room as he shuffled through the other records, Remus didn’t complain one bit. All this studying, he deserved this. He kept singing like no one was listening and just turned around once to check on Remus as he said “sexual healing” and Remus turned his head just in time so he wasn’t caught. So like you would expect, Sirius started singing even louder, there was probably a Silencing Charm around them because it was 2 am and Lily wasn’t hexing Sirius for waking her up.

Baby, I got sick this mornin’
A sea was stormin’ inside of me

Sirius was throwing his head back a little every time he sang “baby” as he moved seamlessly, did he not have a fucking spine? How was that even possible?

Baby, I think I’m capsizin’
The waves are risin’ and risin’

Remus felt his hands warm up and sweat because this was too much. He even put his hair in a bun, he protested in his own mind.

Helps to relieve the mind, and it’s good for us

I really need to relieve my mind, Remus thought to himself. He was talking himself into just grabbing Sirius and taking him upstairs or just do it here, he didn’t care anymore. The bun move was a smart one. That bastard.

Come take control, just grab a hold

Sirius turned around as he sang that part and this time Remus stood up and walked to Sirius, he had a knowing smirk on his face.

“I knew this would work” he said.

Shut up” ordered Remus as he started kissing Sirius to the melody of the song.

They didn’t make it to upstairs.

50 reasons to love Calum Hood:

1. He is the sweetest piece of pumpkin pie with lotsa whipped topping
2. His music taste is crazy good but also bizarre as hell. It can go from the used to… like… the song pony by ginuwine
3. The way he slappa da bass is crazy my dood
4. He seems like the type of person that farts himself awake,
5. He smiles and it’s like the sun is out and everything is fine
6. When he let the curls go… my eyes do the cartoon thing where they pop out of my head
7. That goofy laugh he does when he is REALLY laughing
8. He doesn’t give a fuck. But Lowkey. He does
9. He’s a rly intelligent dude
10. He is so quiet but still very present
11. His love of dogs is so pure
12. He loves his band mates w every piece of his sweet heart
13. He is kind to fans
14. He is well spoken
15. He is very thoughtful
16. He is hella observant
17. He is so pretty tho he doesn’t seem to notice
18. He writes lyrics like it’s nobody’s business
19. He is a tru performer. He looks so alive when he’s onstage
20. You can feel every word he sings, and every word he has ever said in ur soul
21. That voice… it’s like … a mix of fergie and Jesus
22. He laughs at his band mates jokes even if they are dumb as fuk. Like he’s always the one who laughs because he loves them all
23. He is soft. Like his jaw could cut u into pieces but he is still soft
24. He is a contradiction of himself. He’s one thing one second and the opposite the next. But in the best way?
25. He probably could beat me up which I respect
26. He’d pay ur college tuition if u asked nicely enough
27. He is very giving. He bought tickets for fans with the money out of his pocket. I’m sure he’d do that again.
28. He makes everyone feel a bit safer for some reason, like even if nothing is alright, it’s gonna be.
29. He gave up something that didn’t make him happy to pursue something that did and he succeeded and he’s so inspiring
30. He paints his nails bc fuck that hyper masculinity bullshit he isn’t abt that life
31. He is strong. Not just physically, but it seems mentally too.
32. He is Lowkey nerdy as hell
33. He loves his sister a lot. And his family. He has tattoos of them for corns sake
34. He is beautiful in the way that he exists and moves and talks. Also he’s fuckin hot as fuckin shit u would burn ur eyes out if u looked at him for too long
35. Remembering he exists is like walking out into the cold and taking a big drink of hot chocolate. He’s that warmth that u feel amongst all of that chill
36. He loves fans even tho we can be hard to love sometimes
37. He prolly sings loudly in the shower
38. His talking voice is really calming
39. His existence in general is really calming
40. He probably smells like boy. Not like gross boy either. Like warmth and leather and hAPPINESS
41. He is so funny. Like it’s so slept on how funny he is.
42. He doesn’t take shit from people
43. He is a good friend to the rest of 5sos
44. He is adventurous
45. He is so so so talented in so many different ways
46. He could kill me with his shoe. I already said he could beat me up but this is different.
47. He is so collected all of the time. It’s like he has his shit together. Like maybe he doesn’t but he seems like he does anyways.
48. He shares deep things with fans like pieces of his writing that he hasn’t shared and the words he wants to say out loud but it’s difficult to
49. when god made calum god was like, damn. The fuck. Patrice come look at this shit
50. he is a ride or die bitch

2

There’s a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall

And the bells in the steeple too

And up in the nursery an absurd little bird

Is popping out to say, “Cuckoo”

Cuckoo, cuckoo

Regretfully they tell us cuckoo, cuckoo

But firmly they compel us

To say, “Goodbye”, to you

So long, farewell, Goodbye

 - The Sound of Music - “So Long, Farewell” 

Fire and Ice - Song!Fic

Originally posted by totallysupernaturaloneshots

I love Within Temptation and when I was watching the video for this song a fic idea sprung into my head, grabbed my brain and shook me about a bit like a cocktail shaker before letting me pour out this fic. So I hope you like it.

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Supernatural Lucifer x Angel! Reader
Part Two - Frozen


“Gabriel? Cas? What the hell is wrong with you two?” Dean snapped, when he was ignored he gave Sam a curious look. The giant just shrugged and focused on the frozen Angels staring into the window of a bar.
Castiel stepped forward and placed a strong hand on Gabriel’s shoulder who gulped and let out a long shaken breath.
“Hello,” Dean called tired of being ignored, “I thought we were here looking for something to help us stop Lucifer or I am the only one who remembers that the fucking world is ending?”
Castiel dropped his hand as Gabriel turned to face him, “Not this, Cas.”
Castiel’s brow furrowed but gave a tight nod.

“Want to clue us in?” Sam asked them but like Dean he was ignored.
“I never thought that it was true…” Gabriel whispered and Castiel seemed to agree with the sentiment, “We need to go.”

But when Gabriel went to step away Dean stepped in front of him only for Gabriel to seize his by the jacket and lift him into the air.
“What the fuck?!” Dean snapped.
Gabriel’s eyes blazed blue and the air left stifling, “You don’t know what’s going on here, so shut up and let the grownups talk.”
Dean glared at him as Gabriel slowly lowered the Righteous Man back to his feet and letting his eyes sink back into their normal hue. Sam was beside Dean instantly, old habits die hard when it came to the Trickster near his brother.
“You’re right, there’s clearly more going on here than we know. Maybe you could explain it to us?” Sam spoke calmly, one hand was on Dean to stop him swinging for the Angel and the other was extended out towards Gabriel trying to endear to him. Gabriel gave a small nod, his hair dropping down over his eyes when he kept his head down.
“Perhaps we should go somewhere more convenient.” Castiel suggested and with of Gabriel’s fingers they, and the Impala, were back at the motel.

—–

“Her name was Y/N.” Gabriel started slowly. He was sat on one of the twin beds, Sam and Dean were sat to the small table each with a beer in hand and Castiel leant against the wall close to them.
“She was an Angel - an Archangel to be more precise. One of the strongest warriors I’ve ever met, she ruled courage of heart and bravery in mankind.” Gabriel explained, she sighed before continuing, “In the early days, when Hell was new, Y/N was in charge of keeping balance on earth.”

“Mankind was supposed to make its own decisions.” Castiel explained.
“She was good at it as well, much better than she should have been considering…” He drifted off.
“Considering?” Sam probed.

Gabriel rubbed his face and sighed, “She was in love with Lucifer and he said that he loved her too. None of us believed that he did, not really, until she died.” He swallowed, “She was asked by a group of Angels to accompany them to Earth to meet with some Demons, they wanted her there to keep the balance. But they were lying and the Angels killed her.”

Dean turned slightly to make sure that Castiel was okay and Sam asked, “Why would they -?”
“They couldn’t trust her because she was in love with the Devil.” Gabriel spat, “That’s when we realised that Luci really loved her, honest to Father loved her.”

“What did he do?” Dean asked.
Gabriel gave a smirk, “You’d call it the Dark Ages. You know pestilence, famine, war, and death running around free. The plague and people getting burned for being witches, there was no one to keep the balance.”

Sam sat forward, “We’re sorry for your loss. Gabe, Cas, we really are but what does this have to do with the weapon that we’re looking for to stop Lucifer?”
This time Castiel spoke, “There was a rumour that Lucifer had discovered the Angels plan and sent Demons to bring Y/N down to hell and that  she didn’t really die that day but instead Lucifer found a way to lock away all of herself within her mind and sent her away to live on Earth as a human.”

“She’s in that bar.” Gabriel concluded, “And since Lucifer is out the cage but he’s left her alone, I think that her mind can’t handle being near another Angel. It could tear her mind apart. We wouldn’t know if she could survive it until it happens.”

“She’s the weapon?” Sam concluded, “We could use the threat of hurting her to stop Lucifer in his tracks.”
“You said you got this intelligence from an Angel?” Gabriel asked and Sam nodded so he continued, “Lucifer never did manage to kill all the Angels involved in the attack. There are three left out there hiding, maybe they needed someone like you guys to help them find where Lucifer hid her.”

—-

The pain flicked across your head again before vanishing and with a wince you pinched above your nose hoping that it wouldn’t come back.
“Your head hurting again?” Harry, your boss, asked from the other side of the bar. You nodded and continued to fill your tray with empty glasses from the bar. Harry reached over and took the tray from your hands, “Go and have a sit down in my office Darlin’.”
You gave him a small smile in thanks and walked through the back of the bar, got yourself a bottle of water from the small fridge in Harry’s office and dropped yourself down into his plush chair and took small sips of your water.

Every word you’re saying is a lie
Run away my dear
But every sign will say your heart is dead

Your head throbbed again and you put the bottle down on the desk so that you could hold your head in your hands. The door opening caught your attention but you didn’t look up until an unfamiliar voice spoke, “Y/N?”
It was a struggle to take your head out of your hands, your vision swam and you could barely open your eyes but you could just about make out a short, dark skinned man in a suit.
“Sorry customers aren’t allowed back here.” You struggled to spit the utterance out but you managed it – just.

“Come on, I know it’s been a while but don’t you recognise me?” His voice was smug and self-satisfied but in truth you could barely see him, your eyes felt like they were burning and something inside your head felt like it was being ripped apart but still, on some instinctual level, you knew you were in danger and forced your eyes open.

You didn’t mean to scream but the pain in your eyes and head along with the visions that flickered behind the man forced the sound out of you. It looked like wings.

Danger.

You had to get away. Something in your head was screaming that this man with his flickering shadowing wings would be the death of you and that the longer you stayed and the clearer the wings became would mean a more painful death.

Thinking on your feet, you threw the water bottle from the desk at him, he caught it effortlessly but was too busy looking smug to be able to catch the chair that you kicked at him. It gave you enough time to dive out of the emergency exit at the back of the office. You got as far as the end of the carpark before you were knocked off of your feet and crashed to the ground on your back with the weight of the man atop you.
His hand clenched around your neck and you hissed in pain. He leaned down to your face, “The great balancer reduced to a human form – disgusting. If you had picked your alliances better then you wouldn’t have to die as a mortal.”

“H- Plea..se” You coughed out but it did nothing to deter him. He smiled sickly and reached behind him, there was a flash of a blade before he wall pulled off of you and held above you by the neck. Your head was practically wailing now, the man’s wings were clear now and fluttering in panic at being held hostage.
He was being held by a blonde man and even lay down you could that his height would overshadow you, he had dirty blonde hair and he was livid.

Bury all the memories
Cover them with dirt
Where’s the love we once had
Our destiny’s unsure
Why can’t you see what we had
Let the fire burn the ice
Where’s the love we once had
Is it all a lie?

“Come out of hiding have you?” He shook the man effortlessly, “You little maggot. I’m going to make you burn.”
With each word the air grew colder and you forced your eyes open to watch the frost splay across his skin. But you didn’t stay, the little voice in your head caught your attention through the agony and made you roll onto your front, push yourself up and took off sprinting again.

It was a small town and not overly far behind the bar, however misguided the placement, was a small lake. The pain in your head overwhelming, you dropped to your knees in the mud of the bank. Bringing your hands up to wrap around yourself you fell forwards and screamed.

And I still wonder
Why heaven has died
The skies are all falling
I’m breathing but why?
In silence I hold on
To you and I

The fire in you back, it was wings you could hear them. Your wings. They’d been there the whole time hidden from even you. You screamed again as your consciousness tore itself asunder and pulled itself back together. Flashes of everything fell back into place and you sobbed.

Your lover falling from heaven.

A missing father.

Guiding humanity.

A betrayal.

A cage and hellfire.

An apology and then nothing.

Scores of memories from all your human lives poured back into your mind and overwhelmed you. Just when you were sure that it was too much two large calloused hands found your cheeks and pulled your face up.

Closer to insanity
Buries me alive
Where’s the life we once had
It cannot be denied
Why can’t you see what we had?
Let the fire burn the ice
Where’s the love we once had
Is it all a lie?

“Lucifer.” You whimpered and finally, opened your eyes, he was knelt before you in the mud, his thumbs wiping away the tears and the mud and you saw him.

Your Lucifer who had rebuilt your mind time and time again to hide you away from the Angels who wished to destroy you so that you wouldn’t fall like him and have to kill your family. His hands were cold but they warmed on your cheeks, you’d always been counterparts that way.

Fire and ice.

And I still wonder
Why heaven has died
The skies are all falling
I’m breathing but why?
In silence I hold on
To you and I

He sat back into the mud and pulled your body to his chest, his arms holding you to him and tangling his hand in your hair.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered and could feel his deep chuckle against your body.

“Don’t be, it’s those stupid Winchesters leading them straight to you.” Lucifer explained and kissed the top of your head and rocked your body slightly with him, he was trying to calm you because you both knew that you weren’t out of danger yet.
“Winchesters, you mean?” You whispered as logic fought your new memories for presence. Your head swam with so much new knowledge that you were surprised that you could speak; you should have guessed the time that you’d been brought back in just because Lucifer was out of the cage.

He just nodded

You run away
You hide away
To the other side of the universe

A tickling sensation made you snuggle into Lucifer closer and he let out a deep chuckle at your reaction to his wings coming around to encompass you both. He absentmindedly ran his hands through your feathers and you relaxed into his touch. Now you realised the aching in your human lives over the centuries had been a longing for your wings.

Now that it was all filtering back for you it was easy to see that Lucifer had people keeping an eye out for you for all these years, Crowley had found you at least one point throughout all your lives and twice of those occasions had been you, in different lives, attempting to sell your soul for the ability to bear children.
You’d been denied both times.
Now it fell into place, Lucifer had taken that away from you when he’d taken your wings, not through spite but because he knew that if you ever got to find out who you were then you’d never forgive him for letting you have children who wouldn’t know the real you. That and any child you produced with a human husband would still have been a Nephilim – he could only hide your angelic nature not destroy it.

Where you’re safe from all that hunts you down
But the world has gone
Where you belong
And it feels too late so you’re moving on
Can you find your way back home?

Threading your fingers through his you titled your head up so that he could reach down to kiss you. His lips pushed against yours and stars burst from it. His fingertips danced along your collar bone, up your neck, along your jaw and into your hair and used it to pull you closer.

Slowly you pulled away, your voice whimpered, “Lucifer I love you, please don’t send me away again.”

“I’m never going to let them touch you again.” He promised and ice breathed over your lips at your closeness.
It happened fast then.
Lucifer’s wings swished open and he was pushed you to the floor and caught the attacking Angel by the elbow, the Angel blade in his hand barely missing the tip of your nose.

“Y/N run!” Lucifer commanded as he threw one of the attackers into the other, “Gabriel’s in town, find him. I won’t let them hurt you.”

And I still wonder
Why heaven has died
The skies are all falling
I’m breathing but why?
In silence I hold on
To you and I

And so you ran. Down the muddy lake bank, your legs still burning and chest still heaving as they struggled to make the transition from humanity. There was no way you could fight off an Angel right now, you needed to get away.
You swung your fist at the rustle of feathers to your side but your attacker caught your wrist and threw it down and you followed it crashing to the floor.
“Lucifer!” you screamed but he didn’t appear as the Angel kicked you in the ribs sending you flying into the tree.

I’m never going to let them touch you again. That’s what he’d promised, where was he?!

“Lucifer!” You screamed again until it hurt, the Angel pulled you up by your hair. Lucifer appeared in front of you, his face and hair splattered with blood and his hand dripping crimson. He was snarled and the Angel hotel yanked your hair until you were stood, locked his arm around your chest and with a flutter of his wings you were both gone.
Lucifer screamed and the earth cracked beneath him.

Gone. You were gone again and his own promise taunted him.
I won’t let them hurt you.

Every word you’re saying is a lie


3 fics in 2 days I’m spoiling you guys.
Part Two - Frozen