i love this song now thank you anon

anonymous asked:

Jellyfish has at least 5 male trainees right now so heeseok might debut nonetheless! Jellyfish is a smaller company yes but they treat their artists extremely well compared to most companies and give them doverse concepts and numerous side projects (acting mc whatnot) and once heeseok debuts, if its under jelly, it will be worth it!

that’s v true! you can kind of compare jellyfish w RBW! small company, but good at taking care of their trainees/idols and eventually letting them debut :~) thank you for your positivity, anon!

anonymous asked:

gabrielle alpin - miss you :))))))

Yousef tells Sana he loves her. She says they can’t be together. They try to remain friends, he tries to understand. He does understand, really. But it’s too hard. The pain runs too deep and he knows it does for her too. He almost feels responsible for falling in love with her. Like he’d trapped her in this painful circumstance. Maybe she hadn’t fallen, maybe he’d pushed her or tripped her.

So Yousef leaves. Elias tries to talk him out of it. So do the others. But he packs up and moves abroad to study dance in the US. Maybe get a professional gig. Pour himself into work, anything that will dull the ache. 

But you can’t outrun love. Every love song he dances to reminds him of Sana. Every dance partner becomes Sana. Every dance is for Sana. Everything is about Sana. She’s absolutely fucking everything. 

So one night he’s sitting in his shitty apartment. He’s listening to one of the many songs that conjures Sana in his mind. He see’s her figure against the wall, in the shadows cast by the small glow of the candle light. And that feeling, the feeling that’s always present, only grows. It throbs in his veins. Becomes a heavy weight on his chest.

How can you describe the physical pain of missing someone?

So Yousef gets out a pen and paper and starts writing. He writes what he’s been up to. Writes about dance and about his shitty apartment. How the US is different to Norway and some things that feel the same. Tells her about seeing a girl that looked just like her but also not quite the same. Her eyes didn’t have the amber glow of embers that had caught his eye right at the beginning. Nor did she have dimples he wanted to dip his finger tips into. He tells her how he missed her so much more after that. He talks about waking up alone, wanting her to know that he hadn’t moved on. Saying he hoped she had but wanting her to know he hadn’t all the same. Because he did want her happy, even if it wasn’t with him. Even still, he tells her he’s coming back some day. That he’s tried but he can’t stay away forever. He loves her and he wants her, and if they can’t be together… friends will have to be enough. Best friends.

Sana’s hands tremble as she opens the letter. She recognises the cursive. Ran her finger tips over the ink as the memories came flooding back. She reads that letter not once, not twice but what feels like hundreds of times. He was okay. He doing what he loved. Yousef hadn’t forgotten her. He missed her, still loved her. He wanted her, in whatever way was possible to have her. Sana didn’t need to consider whether she felt the same. Wanted the same.

Sana turned the page over, looking for an address. She wanted, no, needed to write him back. Let him know that she missed him too. She had so much she wanted to say. So much she needed to tell him. But as she searched the words for some indication of how her letter may find him, she found none. 

anonymous asked:

1/3 Hi! First of all I wanted to confess I absolutely adore your blog, I'm always excited when you published a new post. It seems that you've been following J2 from the start, so I'm wondering do you think they are acting bolder now? Especially Jensen, he has dropped so many bombs since, I don't know, S10? The “No, not ‘hey guys’. This is for us.” and "damn is he loveable" and the almost kiss...Jensen has no shame at all, I love him.


Dear Anon,

Please accept this gift

as my apologies for taking forever and a day, as that beautiful Oasis song, and please don’t go away.

Thank you for your lovely words and I’m glad my ramblings make sense to you. There’s a name for that condition tho, when two people share in each other’s craziness, my dear friend Freud called it folie à deux.

I guess it shows that my J2 Madness has been with me for long. Yes, J2 chemistry got me good and hard on the first episode of SPN that I watched, back in 2005. I remember looking at Jensen, especially, and thinking: “man… That boy is a good actor but I guess he didn’t get that look quite right. That’s not how you look at your brother.” So, the what’s wrong with this picture made me search for the actors and, sure enough, there were rumors, of course. As for me, well…

But let’s get to your question. You’re absolutely right:  the Js have been acting bolder and bolder, especially after the move to Austin, the #AustinEra. Jensen has let his Alpha show after his Beta’s breakdown in 2015; he may have managed to avoid his boy’s breakdown in 2014 but it eventually exploded in the following year. I’d say the events that lead to Jensen’s move to Austin, made him show to the world he is an Alpha through and through—and what an amazing Alpha he is! After the 2015 Breakdown, his Alpha became even more dominant and it is now impossible, at least for me, to see him as anything but.

During the early years of J2, Jensen was much more reserved to the outer world but at the same time, they couldn’t help but show how in love they were—the difference is that they were mostly free men and the rumors didn’t fly above the radar. Their chemistry bled through the characters and all was well until people started talking. J2 were not careful. Vancouver is a liberal town with people who really don’t bother with your gayness or fame, so they started being sloppy. They ended up drawing attention from a then famous gossiper, Ted Casablanca, who probably had an ITK source, and waited until the boys premiered the movies they had filmed to start gossiping about them, linking them to Blind Vices.


Let me just make a quick pit stop here and tell you that half this info is true and the other half either a case of misinformation or purposefully twisted for effect. Jared (supposedly Judas) would never have acted like that towards Jensen. J2 were always a unit, there was nothing one would do behind the other’s back; what we see now has always been their M.O. Those were difficult times for them but they were fighting together, not against each other. So read the blinds but with a grain of salt.


The Js indeed, rumor has it, were pressured to take measures to cover their relationship, as early as 2008. Take this resurrected thread on spn_gossip, for instance:

Anon 1:

Anon 2:

As for Jensen “I Don’t Give A Fuck” Ackles, I’m pretty sure he’s had it with bearding and PR. He’s suffered the pains of hiding himself and has seen more than his share of suffering from his loved one. I’ll tell you what: there is no need for damage control for their slips simply because the marriages, kids and wife stans have given those boys free rein to even kiss on a Con stage, I’d say. We see it every day when TinHats point something out and are attacked by #Hetards defending J2’s heterosexuality.

Most of all, I think Jesen IDGAF Ackles has had it with #Hetards. They started off just being an annoying source of awkward laughter but are now a source of second-hand embarrassment, managing to be annoying to the point of repeating stupid same questions again

and again:

And always being unceremoniously squashed by our Alpha (All hail to you, KingJensen!).

I know that 2017 seems to have started with two left feet but nothing the Js do is unplanned. These men are strategists and I believe the events we’ve seen since the beginning of the year are telling us J2 are laying the groundwork for the end of SPN, and the end of their bearding contracts. Just take a few things into consideration and a possible hidden meaning to them:

— Launching of Family Business –> DH’s and her family’s financial security

— G’s IG –> the fame she wants so much

— J2 not being seen outside work/Cons –> they’re not attached to the hip and they're obviously not together

J2 have 2017 and 2018 to carry out their plan and let their Beards walk on their own feet. Then, by the time episode 300 is done we will see changes. Do you want to bet?

Still Into You

Anon said: hiii💕 so i wanted to request a BTS fluff where a member sings ‘still into you’ by paramore as a confession. i don’t mind which member, just whoever you feel fits! love yooouuu.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Pure fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.7k

Song recommendation: Still Into You, Paramore (acustic)

A/n: Okay, I do feel a bit better now, so I decided to do this for you guys, thanks for waiting, I am sorry if this is not that good, I tried my best… Love you 💕 💕  


Jungkook pov

She was so pretty.

The way her hair frames her face perfectly, her beautiful eyes, that were now stuck to the screen, they were beautiful too. I have seen the same girl for almost my whole life, but strangely, I wasn’t bored of her.

I have seen her since we were 5 years old, I remember that day perfectly, that was the day we started being best friends, that hasn’t changed, and it won’t.

*flashback*

“JUNGKOOK” the teacher shouted at me. I looked up at her, with the red marker on my hand. “Stop drawing on the tables or you won’t have your break time, did you hear me?” She was too close, I wanted to cry.

“But, teacher, he is drawing a dog!” I heard a voice coming from the back of the classroom.

“What’s your point, (y/n)? He is drawing on the table, and that’s really bad.” The teacher shouted again.

“But you draw on that white thing every day, why can’t he draw a little innocent dog on another white thing?” The girl got up and stood next to my chair.

“Because this white thing on the wall, which is called a board, and I can clean it up when I’m done.” The teacher said again, I was scared, but the girl next to me didn’t seem to be.

“But I can clean it!! Look!!” The girl licked her hand, and started rubbing it on the table, but not even getting near my drawing.

“STOP! (y/n), Jungkook, you both will stay here during the break.” And with that the bell rang. “Everyone can go out, except for you two.” She pointed at us and took a seat on her big chair, taking her phone out.

“Hey! Nice drawing!” The girl said, I smiled, she was sweet. “Anyway, is this your dog?” I nodded. “Cute! I wished I had a dog, but my mum won’t let me.” Her bottom lip grew bigger as she looked sad to the floor.

“You can come to my house tomorrow after school!!” I said getting up. She smiled and hugged me, she was warm.

“Thank youuuu!!” She smiled and broke the hug. “You are called Jungkook, right?” I nodded, smiling. “That’s too long, now that we are friends I cannot call you like that. You are Kookie. Like the cookies you eat, but this time it’s not eatable, right?” I nodded, laughing. “But, what if you are eatable?” She looked intimidating, but with a smile on her face, I didn’t feel scared. “Let me bite you!!” She grabbed my arm, and I started running.

We both ended up getting shouted at by the teacher, that lead in us not going out during break time for a week. But after that week, we decided to just stay at the classroom for the rest of the year.

*end of flashback*

After that we became best friends, going to each other houses every now and then, to eventually having many sleepovers, that after some time moved to the living room, instead of our bedroom, because her parents were concerned when we reached 15. My parents and me totally understood that. Eventually, our parents became best friends, I mean, after your kids spend most of the time with each other it’s quite difficult for their families to not to talk.

She looked at me, taking me out of the world on my head.

“What’s up, Kookie?” She laughed, making me laugh as well. Not getting what she meant, I hummed, trying to make her continue. “You were staring at me, is everything okay?”

I should have looked really confused, because she laughed again, this time getting up.

“Where are you going?” I asked, making her stop, and look back at me.

“I am going to pee, what are you? My dad?” She laughed, mocking my voice, disappearing through the bathroom door seconds after.

At first I though that this little butterflies I got every time she looked at me will just go away after some time, but 15 years later I came to the conclusion that they won’t. I thought that this feeling of wanting to hug her and kiss her, were just because of us being teenagers, but I don’t think that anymore. I decided to just accept that I was in love with my best friend, and finally I was going to ask her to be mine tomorrow.

A vibration on the sofa took me out of my thoughts again. Her phone was ringing, so I took it, and picked up after reading her mom’s contact on the screen.

“Hey!” I said once the phone was on my ear.

“Jungkook! How are you honey? Is everything okay?” Her mum asked, realising it was my voice.

“I’m great, as well as your daughter, who is in the bathroom at the moment. How’s everyone there?”

“Oh, everyone is doing great, missing you guys tho… Is her new apartment okay? I know she is not a great cook, is she ordering take out?”

“Oh, don’t worry, she is living on takeout and frozen food… Since I just make basic stuff and your daughter burnt the cake she tried to make.” I heard a laugh on the other side of the phone and a “Hey!” coming from y/n, who was walking to the sofa looking at me.

She jumped on my lap and stole the phone from my hands, putting it on hands free.

“Hi mum!” She started saying, and even if I heard everything, I couldn’t concentrate, I was nervous. I haven’t ever wondered if she liked me back as much as I did this month. But I hope all of this was worth it, I just wished and hoped she accepted my heart.

“Kookie!” She shouted in my face making me jump. “Gosh, are you okay? You seem really lost today” She left the phone on the table and looked at me. She was right, I was lost, but I was lost thanks to her.

“Can I ask you to come with me tomorrow somewhere?” I asked out of the blue.

She laughed, messing my hair up with her hand. I loved when she did that.

“Sure, can I ask where?” She smiled at me.

“Not really, it’s a surprise” I said smiling as well.

“Ohhhh, a surprise? How cute, my little Kookie prepared a surprise for me!!” She started laughing “Will I like it?”

“That depends” I responded truthfully.

“Oh, okay… I guess I cannot ask what it depends on, right?”

“Right”

-

The day was finally here and I was waiting outside her door. I rubbed my hands on my jeans, noticing how much I was sweating just by thinking of today.

I had been preparing this day for months now, taking guitar classes and talking to the school. I just wanted this to be good, that way, even if she rejected me, she could remember this day as a really good one.

She came out of the door wearing some black jeans and a shirt, even if she was dressed that casual, she still looked stunning.

“Shall we go? I am impatient to see what my little Jungkookie made!” She said, grabbing my arm and running to the car.

The ride to the school was all singing to old records on the radio and lots of laughing, in other words, the same as every other ride with her.

“JUNGKOOK?” She shouted once she realised where we were. “ISN’T THIS OUR KINDERGARTEN?” She said excited unbuckling her seatbelt. I was glad that she recognised it.

“Yes, the same one we met each other in” I said opening my door and getting out, walking to hers and doing the same for her to get out of the car.

“I can’t believe it, I remember that day as if it was yesterday.” She said jumping.

“I do too, but come on, I need to show you other things too.”

Getting inside the building, we saw many kids running around, shouting and playing. It was lunch time, so that meant that the classrooms were free. I stopped in front of a door, opening it and making her enter the room first.

It was the classroom we were in the day we became friends.

“I remember all of this, gosh. That was your table, and that was mine.” She said walking towards the back of the classroom, that gave me time to go behind the door and take the guitar that I had ask  the teacher to hid for me.

“Y/n, there’s a reason why I brought you here. Please take a seat.” I said taking two chairs, one for her and the other for myself. She smiled and sat down, I did the same.

After some seconds of staring at her, I took a deep breath and started playing.

Can’t count the years on one hand
That we’ve been together
I need the other one to hold you
Make you feel, make you feel better

It’s not a walk in the park
To love each other
But when our fingers interlock,
Can’t deny, can’t deny you’re worth it
'Cause after all this time I’m still into you

I looked at at her, she was smiling, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t saw her eyes watering, but, if I had to be honest, mine were too.

I should be over all the butterflies
But I’m into you
And baby even on our worst nights
I’m into you
Let 'em wonder how we got this far
'Cause I don’t really need to wonder at all
Yeah, after all this time I’m still into you


“Y/n, I am in love with you, I have always been.” I left the guitar on the floor and took her hands. “Will you be my girlfriend and love me just as much as I love you?”

Music Series: How I Know by Rusty Clanton

Oh my goodness! You don’t even want to know how in love with this song I am right now!

Thank you to the Anon who sent me this request! I had never heard this song, never heard of Rusty, but now, after listening to the song, going over the lyrics, and watching the Youtube video, I totally want to be friends with him! How frickin’ adorable is this song?!

Here is my little story for this sweet little love song called, “How I Know” by Rusty Clanton, which you can NOW find on my Spotify playlist called I Love You Long Time right HERE!

Mwah to you, Anon!

xo

Shelli


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I can tell you’re mine.

Just like a bell the lines all around your nose ring out to me when I get closer.

Here’s how I know I’m yours:

If I’m a shell I’m shore you would be the sea, always within reach to wash on over.

“Hurry! Come sit, love!” Harry hollers into the kitchen to you from the living room.

You quickly walk in, holding a large bowl of popcorn, handing a bottle of water to Harry and sitting next to him.

“I had to wee, sorry. What are we watching?” you ask, ready for your weekly movie night with the man you love.

“It’s a surprise tonight!” he says with a huge smile. “Something I picked out especially for you.”

“Hmm,” you think. “I’m guessing a rom-com,” you giggle. “No complaints, love them!”

“Yes, it is definitely a rom-com!” Harry laughs. “A rom-com like you’ve never seen, I think.”

“Excellent!” you say, setting the bowl of popcorn between the two of you, only for Harry to pick it up, scoot closely to you so that your bodies are meshed together on the sofa, and setting the bowl on his thigh.

“Ready?” he smiles.

“Ready!” you return with a smile to him, accepting the kiss he offers to your lips.

And you don’t have to speak a word to me.

I already think I know… (ooh-ooh)

As Harry pushed the play button on the remote, he watches your face to see your reaction to his choice. You look at the large screen of the tv hanging over the fireplace, and gasp happily as you see video of the two of you, playing in the snow from your last winter holiday. Living only part of the year in England, and part of the year at the other homes you shared with Harry, you had loved this holiday in particular, spending time with Harry’s family during a big snow.

“Where did you get this?” you exclaim questioningly.

“Had mum send it to me,” Harry said. “Been so fuckin’ hot here in LA lately that I thought we could use a little winter.”

Harry moved his arm behind you and pulled you against his side, kissing your cheek.

“We had loads of fun that holiday, didn’t we, love?” Harry asked, as you kept smiling at the movie. “Getting snowed-in was never so fun as it was then!”

You both laugh, watching the snowball fight you, Harry, and his family had had that day, and the snow town you built with several snow people around.

I feel it in the way you wrap around me.

I know it when you’re running down my spine.

It’s how you always let me know I still belong to you.

That’s how I know you’re mine.

You look at Harry as the movie switches to the trip you took together for a long-weekend getaway. The TV projects Harry’s own home movie he had taken from the balcony of your private beach house, the ocean in the background as he scans your bikini-clad body up and down, giggling on the film, followed by his giggling next to you.

“Harry!” you shout and laugh.

“For posterity, babe!” he laughs. “Need our children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren someday to see how beautiful you’ve always been.”

You watch as Harry’s video zooms in on your ass then moves upward to your breasts.

“Going to share this with our babies, are you?” you ask with a hiked brow.

“Well, maybe not that part,” Harry giggles, his hand moving up and down your side. “Can’t have them thinkin’ their dad and grandad is a sex-driven perv, now can I?”

“But you are a sex-driven perv,” you tease.

“Only for you, baby,” he says, a kiss planted below your ear. “Only for you.”

It’s how all your words sound right.

Every hello goodnight sings me off to sleep

and puts me on my feet when it comes morning.

And if it’s love I’m in I’d much rather sink than swim.

I’m over board. I might be far from shore but my heart’s soarin.

As you step out of the washroom after getting ready for bed, you start to walk to the bed, where you see Harry lying, recording your every move into his phone.

“Harry…” you scold, but with love. “What are you doing now?”

“You’re so beautiful, baby, and I love you so much,” he says sweetly. “Just want to keep as much of you as I can for the future. It’s why I pester the shit out of you, taking photos and videos of you all the time. Have to preserve you so I can always have something to look at when you’re not around me. Reason to sit on the sofa next to you with my arm around you, watching together, for years to come.”

You smile at him, sitting next to him, then kissing him sweetly.

“Alright then,” you say with teary eyes. “Let me have the camera a minute.”

“What? Why?” he says, not wanting to relinquish it to you.

“Because I have a moment for posterity for you,” you say. “Hand it over.”

Harry giggles as you turn the camera on him.

“So what is it then?” Harry asks, looking into the camera and making a silly face. “What’s so important that you need to get my ugly mug on video?”

“Your gorgeous mug…is going to be a daddy!” you say excitedly, as you watch his face go from possible misunderstanding, to confusion, then from shock to excitement, and finally tears.

“I’m gonna…be a dad?” he asks you, his hands reaching for you as the camera view becomes a crazy mess of ceiling, picture on the wall, and Harry’s hair, as he holds you tightly. “Oh my god! I’m goin’ to be a daddy! Oh, I love you, baby! Thank you!”

Harry kisses you, laying you on your back with him over you, then grabs the phone from your hand, focusing it on him kissing you, then the two of you looking into the camera as he speaks.

“And this, my beautiful babies and grandbabies, is where you all started.”

No you don’t have to speak a word to me

I already think I know… (ooh-ooh)

I feel it in the way you wrap around me.

I know it when you’re running down my spine.

It’s how you always let me know I still belong to you.

That’s how I know you’re mine.

Tell me now you know...

@justwalkedaway​: So this is my first prompt fill as well as my first posted fic for The 100. I’ve always loved the show, but I after this season started I decided to start from the beginning again and my love for Bellarke grew. So here I am after a long break from fandom in general and definitely from writing. Let me know what you think! And a giant thanks to my beta @loveyoubeyondhope​. She is AMAZING!!! 

The title is from a Backstreet Boys’ song “I Want It That Way”, because I love them too. Also, I own nothing.

And this is smut filled so be aware before you read. Hope you enjoy!


 

Prompt: Anon: “‘fuck you bellamy’ ‘yeah i wish you would’ please please please

Per usual Clarke has no idea how the fight started. One minute they were discussing how they might be able to start building more permanent homes now that things were calm for the moment and the next they were screaming at each other. It wasn’t an unusual thing for the two to disagree or even to argue, but lately there had been so much tension between the two that they always seemed to end up screaming at one another.

Their friends had learned that once things started heating up it was time for them to leave. The first time it had happened Monty had tried to play peacemaker between the two and they had ended up screaming at him instead. They’d both felt terrible afterwards and every time it happened, they promised that they would do better. And yet, here they were again.

“I don’t have to like your ideas, Princess. It’s not a requirement that I agree with you all the time.”

Clarke laughed. “You never seem to agree with me anymore. It’s like you decide your opinion solely based on the fact that it’s the opposite of mine.”

“That’s bullshit.” Bellamy shook his head. “You’re the one that always seems to want to fight. What’s wrong? Now that there’s no war, no people to kill, you’re bored?”

Clarke froze, not believing her ears. She shook her head, most of the anger draining from her and leaving behind a deep pit of hurt. She fought back the tears as she slammed her palm against Bellamy’s chest and pushed him back. “Fuck you, Bellamy!” She turned and started to head towards the door, just now noticing that their friends had once again left them.

“Yeah, I wish you would.” His tone was yearning and the words were soft, so soft that she wasn’t sure if she had heard him correctly.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! How about your favourite 1D harmonies? Bonus question: whose voice would be best suited for a career in country music? Thank you!

Hi there!

Drum roll…

Top 1D moments of harmony

Originally posted by bad-dispositiion


1. If I Could Fly, 2:12. ONLY

2. Little Things: 0:48-1:14 and basically everywhere there are two voices

3. Fireproof: the whole damn song

4. Once in a Lifetime: 0:49-1:14. Damn.

5. Story of My Life: 1:14-1;19. Frozen

6. One Thing: 0:49

7. Don’t Forget Where You Belong: 2:25-3:25. HOOOOOOOO

8. What Makes You Beautiful: 0:46. If only you could see

9. 18: 2:44-4:00 (looks kind of like I’m citing gospel because I AM)

10. Night Changes (acoustic): 1:50-2:25

11. Through the Dark: 1:56. Oh they’ll carry you over.

12. Hey Angel: 2:31 (not in the video, in the studio recording). Back seat of his car.

13. Fool’s Gold: 1:02-2:00. Those magical fourths

14. Change My Mind (This is Us version): 0:34. Baby, if you say, you want them to stay

15. Gotta Be You: 1:58. But if you walk away. 

Anon, they could all be country stars. 

Originally posted by burnandshiverconsulting

Harry: Lucinda Williams’ Blue.

Louis: Bonnie Raitt’s I Can’t Make You Love Me.

Niall: Bob Dylan’s Girl from the North Country

Liam: Joni Mitchell’s Both Sides Now, as performed by Willie Nelson

Zayn: Eric Clapton’s Have You Ever Loved a Woman (I cheated. It’s blues)


Thank you for the ask! It was fun.

Sea

UNDO // MASTERLIST // REQUESTS CLOSED


Request: Hey sweetheart. I was wondering (if requests are open/when u have time) if you could write one where Kylo is in a arranged marriage with someone else and he and reader (princess/whatever) have a secret affair? thanks and much love.

A/N: This was going to be way longer but decided to end it the way it is now so you call can have fun imagining :) Thanks anon for the request, enjoy! [p.s. check out the song undo by the 1975]

Warning: None

Word Count: 3.2K+


Lying on the king sized bed, black silk sheets rested upon his clothed lower half, Kylo rest his wrist on his forehead as he stared at the ceiling above him. His mind was circling nothing but the thought and idea of you. You, his secret lover. You, the person he snuck off away to see because the woman he was with wasn’t the one he wanted.

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Music Series: Feel Good by Gryffin, Illenium, ft. Daya

Loving these requests! Thank you to the above Anon for this one. I hadn’t heard this apparently, but I looked it up and learned that Gryffin was trained as a classical pianist like I was (he since the age of 7 and me since 3), and now he makes electronic music with freakin’ Daya! I hope someday I can make money with my writing and/or songwriting.

Until then, I bring you my creations here. This story is the inspiration of “Feel Good” by Gryffin and Illenium featuring Daya. Link to the song on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/0Ev562zA4pmUsBqjxsxxdx

p.s. I hope you will all keep sending your requests! They are starting to come into my inbox at a nice clip, so I will get to them as quickly as I can. Thank you!

Enjoy! xo

Shelli

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Yeah, I doubt, I doubt myself, and I’m too proud to ask for help

When you see me beside myself, I don’t have to explain it, baby

Yeah, I’m over picking fights and tryna mend it with the high

Don’t wanna know that I’m not right. I know that I’ve been lately, lately

You were so nervous about this job interview. It had been two months since you lost your last job due to company downsizing, and you were beginning to feel the stress. Interviews were difficult to come by, even with your education and experience, but you were determined to find a job. You had a little money in the bank, not enough to cover the next month’s bills, and your savings was dipping low. If you didn’t find a job soon, you didn’t know what you were going to do.

Harry wanted to take you to your interview, knowing how nervous you were, to try and keep you calm and focused, and he knew if you had to take public transportation, your stress levels would be soaring by the time you arrived.

As you pulled up in front of the building, you took a deep breath and exhaled loudly, wiping your hands on your clothes to dry them.

“Don’t do that!” Harry scolded. “You’re going to leave sweaty handprints on your clothes!”

“You’d rather I shake their hands with my sweaty ones?” you ask, nervously.

“Here,” he said, reaching into his glove box, pulling out a handkerchief and handing it to you. “Put it in your handbag and use it before you go in.”

“Thank you,” you say, so nervous you’re nauseous. “I feel sick.”

“You’ll be fine, babe,” Harry says, assuredly. “Don’t worry on it. You’ll wow them. And if for some reason it doesn’t work out, there will be other interviews, other jobs.”

You look at him like you no longer believe it.

“I promise, sweetheart,” he says, caressing your cheek with his hand. “You’ll do fine.” He leans to you and kisses you sweetly, then grabs your hand with a smile. “Oh….handkerchief…” he says, feeling the sweat on your hands and giggling.

Yeah, sometimes I need someone to pick me up

Overdose my mind with the things I love

You can take me there, where my heart beats

Where my heart beats free

This day could not possibly get any worse! you cried. Not only did you get the call saying you were not chosen for the job, but you also ruined your favorite dress, broke a heel on your shoe, and found a paper posted on your door that morning, saying if you did not pay your rent within 7 days, you would be evicted. Why was it that when one thing went wrong, everything did?

You looked at the paper, reading and re-reading it several times. You tried calling the property manager and explaining the situation, but it didn’t help. You didn’t like asking people for help, and you didn’t want to ask Harry. He was always so good to you anyway. How could you ask for more from him?

You stood at your kitchen counter, looking at the paper and crying into your hands. You were lost and didn’t know what options you even had. As you wiped your face with the kitchen towel, you heard keys jingle, the front door open, and Harry’s voice.

“Baby? You home?” he yells.

Take my hand in the middle of a crisis

Pull me close, show me, baby, where the light is

I was scared of a heart I couldn’t silence

But you make me, you make me feel good, I like it

You quickly splash some cold water on your face and dry it, as he walks into the kitchen. You sniff and fold the towel. He already senses something is wrong. You see the red paper out of the corner of your eye and quickly begin to fold it into your hand, then turn and look at Harry. He sees the red splotches on your face from crying.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asks, wrapping his arms around you and you welcome the comfort.

You take a deep breath. “I didn’t get the job.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, love,” he says, kissing your head and caressing you. “Something will come up soon. I just know it will.” You nod as you wipe another tear and sniff again. “Their loss anyway.”

You accept his love and care for a long moment.

“Knock knock,” you hear him say.

“Harry…” you shake your head slightly.

“Don’t be rude, love…Knock, Knock.”

“Who’s there?” you ask solemnly.

“Al.”

“Al who?”

Already giggling…”Al give you a kiss if you come back to my place with me?”

You giggle as you kiss him and he hugs you tightly.

“That’s my pet,” he says. “Now, go pack a bag. You’re coming to my house for a couple of days. Have the day off tomorrow. Bring your swimsuit and we’ll go get some food and something to drink.”

You nod, giving him a firm kiss on his lips, letting him know how much you appreciate and love him. You walk past him, dropping the red paper into the small desk waste bin, then go upstairs to pack a bag. Harry walks to the waste bin, pulling it out and reading it, then looks at the stairs, feeling terrible for you.

Yeah, I get over-overwhelmed when all these problems burn like hell

Maybe I just need a friend who never calls me crazy, crazy

As the two of you lay in the big double lounger by the pool, drinking your glasses of wine, Harry sees you are extra quiet.

“You alright?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you say, more sadly sounding than you intended.

You feel Harry’s hand hold yours, his fingers lacing into yours.

“Love, do you trust me?” he asks.

You look at him questioningly.

“With my life!” you say, as he grins proudly. “Why?”

“Because I want to tell you something, and then ask you a favor, and I want you to agree with me on it,” he says bluntly.

“Alright,” you say to him, curiously. “Go on.”

He looks at you, then reaches down to the ground, grabbing something he had sat there earlier. You see him pull out the red paper and unfold it, showing it to you. He watches as your face drains a bit and you look like you’re going to cry.

You pull me off the front line before I run

Keep me cool, but not get overdone

You can take me there, where my heart beats

Where my heart beats free

“I wish you had told me you needed money,” Harry tells you softly. “I know how you are. You don’t like asking for help, but babe, sometimes you need to.” You nod, wiping a tear. “And I’m going to help you. I want you to let me.”

You say nothing, looking at the paper then at your drink.

“I called the property manager while you were changing, and I paid what was due,” Harry said deliberately. You look at him in surprise. “And I found your past due bills on your desk, and tomorrow I’m going to bring them all up to date.” You catch your breath at how generous he is with you and you can’t stop your tears, covering your face with your hand. He squeezes your other hand, kissing your cheek.

“Don’t cry, baby,” he says. “It’s not your fault you’ve not yet found a job. You work so hard searching, I’ve seen you. It’s just how circumstances are right now.”

You nod and wipe your face. “Thank you. For doing that. I don’t know how to repay you.”

“I do,” he quickly adds. “It’s the favor I want to ask of you.”

“Anything,” you say to him, sniffing and using your towel to wipe your nose slightly.

“I paid up to date, and gave your landlord notice,” he says honestly. “I’m not paying next month.”

You nod, thankful for all he’s done, but not knowing how to pay the next month’s rent.

“It’s okay,” you grin. “I’ll figure it out. Don’t worry about me.”

“Love, I didn’t pay it, because I want you to move in here with me,” he says. “We’re always together anyway, living either here or there. So just…live here with me. Will you?”

Taking the weights off, to help with the pressure

And I was here stressing, thinking it mattered

Been with you for hours, but it feels like seconds

It’s only moments and I’m in heaven. You make me feel good

You cry again, unbelieving how much Harry must love you to do all of that for you, wanting to support you while you find a job, and wanting you to live with him. You always knew Harry was a beautiful soul and a genuinely good person, but in that moment, your heart loved him more than you ever had before.

Harry wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and holding you, showing you that you didn’t have to worry anymore, didn’t have to be scared anymore as to what the next day may hold. He wanted to keep you safe. He wanted to keep you happy. And he knew you loved him just as much as he loved you.

Take my hand in the middle of a crisis

Pull me close, show me, baby, where the light is

I was scared of a heart I couldn’t silence

But you make me, you make me feel good, I like it

One and Only? (Happy x Reader)

I AM BACK AND WITH A VENGENCE. I’ve combined 2 requests for this one. @la-reina-asesina (you beautiful soul, you) gave me the song inspiration and an Anon (the loveliest of the loveliest) gave me the general idea for a plot. Love you and thank you both for these amazing requests.

WARNINGS: Adult language and adult content (it definitely gets smutty towards the end)

Playlist: Temporary Bliss - The Cab

Every Friday night was the same. The same music, the same booze, the same girls, the same party. It never changed. These boys were a predictable bunch. That was how I knew exactly which two Sons were now trapping me between their sides. I didn’t need to glance sideways. It was always the same two men. It was like they were addicted to me. They never left me alone. They always gravitated back towards me. Even with all these Crows around. I never understood it. I never gave them a reason to follow after me. I never got caught up with either of them, or any Son for that matter. I was a friend of a friend. A woman who liked to party, drink and laugh. That was about it.

“Evening boys.” I greeted them.

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Overwatch Outfit-Swap: D.Va and Mei

[Submission by various anons and @brushwolf625 ]

I love these two in the same picture. I don’t think I’ve seen much art of  them hanging out, and now I realise I want it. D.Va looks good in everything, and Mei is never not adorable - I didn’t like her character much until drawing her, but that’s so often the way it goes. Anyway, they’re cute and I’m glad I got to swap them. 

Thank you for the submission! 

anonymous asked:

i hope that poison and wine is on your destiel playlist too... bc damnn

thank you, now im crying bc i’m imagining dean and cas singing this together

Dean: You only know what I want you to
Cas: I know everything you don’t want me to
Dean: Oh your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine
Cas: You think your dreams are the same as mine
Both: Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Both: Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Both: Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Both: I always will

Cas: I wish you’d hold me when I turn my back
Dean: The less I give the more I get back
Cas: Oh your hands can heal, your hands can bruise
Dean: I don’t have a choice but I’d still choose you 

Both: Oh I don’t love you but I always will 
Both: I always will

Originally posted by weallneedcastiel

Trying to Let The Love In

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1761

Warnings: Jealousy, fighting, fluffy and angsty. Happy ending though. 

Summary: You and Dean are getting into a bad pattern in your relationship. Keeping secrets, pushing away your feelings, and letting tensions flair. Is your love strong enough to pass the test? 

A/N: This was requested by an anon who asked  Hi! Could I request a dean x reader kinda based on the song Issues by Julia Michaels? Idc whether it ends up having smut angst fluff or a mix. Thanks! So I came up with a mix of angst and fluff, a hard start with a cute ending, I hope you like it anon! BTW I loved this song and was happy to listen to it during this fic. 

He was always busy, with monsters, with victims of Supernatural circumstance, or Sammy and it seemed even though the two of you were now dating, nothing had changed. From the line his eyes drew when you two were in a room together, it seemed like his gaze was anywhere than on you. A perfect example of what was causing you to grit your teeth whenever he laid down in bed with you at night. Wishing that his arms would wrap around you, pulling you tight against him, instead of watching him as his back turned to you and he wrapped himself like an octopus around the edge of your comforter. He seemed to be so caught up in the grind of daily living, he didn’t have room for you. 

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anonymous asked:

ok i might be reaching and i'm not a huge jikook shipper but if you take a look at both of their playlists and compare songs side by side a majority of jk's songs correspond to the theme of jimin's songs, for example the 11th track on jk's is dream lantern which talks about making promises and imagining a future together despite a rocky past and the 11th track on jm's is mark my words which revolves around making a promise to a SO that (i'm guessing?) had a bad relationship in the past

jikook playlist anon here, but seriously like just looking at the playlists side by side it shows a story like the juxtaposition FLOORS me because you can’t make stuff like this up, my favorite songs that go together are the 5th (dear no one, lot to learn) 13th (heavy weather, coffee) i’m fairly new to the fandom since i came in during young forever and i used to be parts of fandoms that had a lot of meta and ik that bts isn’t rlly like this but i needed to tell someone or i was going to scream             

Hello, Anon! :)) Thanks for telling me! I know the feeling of wanting to scream very well :D I really think you’ve got a point! Like, yeah, maybe not every single song of their playlists is something about their relationship, or related to themselves at all, but there are songs just like you said - with meaning.

I personally am a big fan of listening/posting/searching for a song that perfectly describes my current situation (current situation about love life, mostly.) (well, that would be an All By Myself now probably, not that I’m complaining :D) (anyway).

I really think that both of them, they are musicians after all and they have strong relation to music as such, uses songs and lyrics as a way to express themselves. Remember the Lany - ILYSB back in February? (Was is February?… I guess…) Jungkook not only posted it - as a habit - shortly after Jimin and his cute video but like… some days after they were spotted on a train from Busan. And lyrics?

“Ain’t never felt this way // Can’t get enough so stay with me
It’s not like we got big plans // Let’s drive around town holding hands

So… yeah. Maybe a coincidence, maybe not.

But lot of the “JiKook” songs as we know them possess this meaning of first real love or hurting each other, nervousness. Promises to end up together. I think they - if they really date, and ok, I strongly believe (and wish) they are - went through a lot and these songs have a special meaning for them. Like admitting the feelings and proving the other one they really mean it?

I don’t know. Sorry if I’m not making any sense. I swear I will make a post where I will dig deeper in this lyrics shiteu, since 1. I love how songs describe hidden feelings and 2. I like to analyze stuff like that. :D

Anyway, you can write me anytime you have an urge to share your thoughts - you made me really happy and excited over it at the same time! :)))

Music Series: Make You Feel My Love by Adele (Part Two of Stone Cold)

Okay, let me tell you what. Probably the most difficult one I’ve written yet. I’ve been working on this for the past couple of days, writing and re-writing text, and going through over a dozen songs until I found one with the same level of emotion as it’s story prequel, Stone Cold.

I was asked by an Anon recently to make a part two to Stone Cold from my music series. I hesitated for a while, it being very personal to the person whom I had originally been talking with, which had inspired the story. But after much thought, I decided to try, and this story was born.

If you haven’t yet, you can read the prequel to this story at this link,“Stone Cold by Demi Lovato”.  This story was created using Adele’s ‘To Make You Feel My Love’. Here is a link to this song which is on my Spotify playlist called, I Love You Long Time: https://open.spotify.com/track/7rPLZ8Krm6CZIbraFUlnWZ

So, here you go, sweet Anon, and thank you for the request!

Enjoy! xo

Shelli

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When the rain is blowing in your face,

And the whole world is on your case,

I could offer you a warm embrace

To make you feel my love.

Harry lay in his hotel room, staring out the window. Three months. It had been a little over three months since you and he had broken up. He thought it was for the best, although now his reasons for thinking that made no sense to him.

‘The tour is so long…and you just started your new position at your company,’ Harry told you. ‘Do you remember how difficult it has been for us before when I’ve been away? I don’t want either of us miserable all the time because we’re apart.’

Your heart was broken, but you understood his logic. This was going to be a long tour. But in your mind, you couldn’t help but feel that your relationship with Harry didn’t mean enough to him to make it work. You loved him with all your heart and had for years. So the day he suggested you split up after being together for such a long time, you were lost. Maybe he didn’t want it anymore. Didn’t want you anymore. So you agreed. You didn’t want to make it more difficult on him, even if that meant making it worse for yourself.

‘I understand,’ you had agreed reluctantly, wiping away tears. ‘If that’s what you want, then okay.’

Harry was a bit shocked at your agreement. He thought you would have fought him on it, that you would have argued and the whole thing would have ended horribly. He had expected the worst. But wasn’t it the worst anyway? You were breaking up.

‘It’s not what I want,’ he states shakily, his own tears falling. ‘Never what I want. But…’

‘Whatever, don’t worry about it,’ you had said, wishing in that moment that he would either take it back or just leave, and when he didn’t, not wanting him to see you completely break down, you grabbed your keys and quickly walked to the door. Harry wanted to holler after you, but maybe he shouldn’t, he thought.

“H?” Harry heard Jeff call to him and Harry looked at him. “Hey, it’s time to go.”

Harry sat up on the side of the bed and continued looking out the window. He hadn’t wanted the two of you to be miserable. But that’s all he had been since breaking up with you.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear,

And there is no one there to dry your tears,

I could hold you for a million years

To make you feel my love.

He would just call long enough to hear your voice. He could make the number unavailable and you wouldn’t know it was him. Harry felt desperate to hear your voice. A day hadn’t gone by since the split that he didn’t miss you terribly, and seeing you a few days before in the little shop in London made it even worse. You were all he could think about.

He dialed your number and listened nervously as it rang. He knew it was the middle of the night there, but he was about to become busy in his work day again and just needed to hear your voice to keep going.

‘Hello?’ he heard you say, your voice not riddled with sleep, but rather with crying. He heard you sniff, and could hear the slight stuffiness in your nose. “Hello? Is anyone there?” Harry nearly broke and spoke to you, but he wasn’t sure if he should, considering. Your voice, even as sad as it sounded to him, was the only sound he wanted to hear. He missed it. He missed you.

When he heard the click of you disconnecting the call, he closed his eyes, pressed a tear from the corner of his eye with the pad of his finger, and sniffed, exhaling sharply.

“H,” Jeff walked in and said again. “Man, we’ve gotta go!”

“Alright,” Harry said. “Jeffrey?” His friend looked at him and Harry turned to face him. “After my obligations here today, I’m going home.”

“What?” Jeff asked, surprised. “Harry, you can’t! We fly to the next city tonight.”

“Reschedule it,” Harry insists. “Cancel it. I really don’t care. I’ll come back in a few days, but I need to go home. Arrange it, please, or I will.”

I know you haven’t made your mind up yet,

But I will never do you wrong.

I’ve known it from the moment that we met,

No doubt in my mind where you belong.

As he pulls up in front of your house, his heart beats quickly. He just wants to see you…talk with you. He needed to try to repair what he had done. What was he thinking by breaking up with you? He loved you. He loved you, so why would he think the answer was to break up? He wanted to show you he was determined to have you back, no matter what it took. He only hoped you still wanted it, too.

I’d go hungry; I’d go black and blue,

And I’d go crawling down the avenue.

No, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do

To make you feel my love.

He knocked on the door but you didn’t answer. He wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans, trying to peak slightly through the front glass, but the house seemed quiet. He turned around then sat on the front steps. He wasn’t leaving until he had seen you and spoken to you. He had to make sure you knew how he felt, then you could decide what would happen next.

As he sat nervously, wringing his fingers until they ached, he looked and saw you walking along the sidewalk, then stop as you saw him sitting on your steps. When your eyes meet his, you see the same look he had the day in the little shop. The same look from the last time you had spoken when you broke up. Sadness and desperation.

Now Harry was standing in your kitchen, as you hand him a cold bottle of water from the fridge. You lean your back against the fridge and face Harry, who is leaning his backside against your kitchen island. For the longest moment, neither of you say a word. You simply look at each other, having the same thoughts but nervous to speak. Could he see how nervous you were? How your hands were shaking? It had been a little over three months since the two of you had been in a room alone together. Three months since you had mutually decided it would be best to break up before Harry left. Three months since the last time you made love.

“How are you? How…have you been?” he asks, showing every sign of being just as nervous as you, and not taking his eyes off of you.

“I’m…okay,” you lie. “Keeping busy, I guess. You?”

Harry nods and starts to answer, but not sure he can answer it honestly. “I’m…okay.”

It was almost unnerving how intensely he was staring at you. In that moment you begged for the refrigerator to either swallow you or not fail to support your body.

“I miss you,” he says, his eyes not straying.

You’re surprised by those three words coming from his mouth. You thought there would be several minutes of awkward conversation, at least.

“I miss you, too,” you admit, nervously. You were already feeling very fragile. You knew it wouldn’t take much for you to become a puddle on the floor. You cried every day for the first month after your break up with Harry, and many days since. You missed him more than you could ever express with mere words.

“Have you?” he asks, nervously.

“Of course I have,” you say softly.

“May I ask you a question?” he asks, shyly. You nod to him. “Are you seeing anyone?” he asks, timidly. “I mean…I know it’s not my business, but…”

“No,” you answer. “No, I’m not seeing anyone.”

You notice Harry nod and let out his breath as he closes his eyes for a moment, then focuses his gaze back on you again. He had a look of relief on his face as you see his hands shaking.

“You?” you ask him.

“No,” he says. “No one.”

You look at him, a bit confused and not completely believing him. “The blonde? From the store.”

“No,” he insists. “We’re only friends.”

“I saw the video from the party in New York,” you sigh, looking directly at him. “She was with you here a few days before, then there.”

The storms are raging on the rolling sea

And on the highway of regret.

The winds of change are blowing wild and free,

You ain’t seen nothing like me yet.

He frowns, but doesn’t divert his eyes from you. “Only friends, love, I swear it.” You still aren’t sure you completely believe him, but you’ve never known Harry to lie to you in all the years you’ve known him. “Please don’t believe everything you see about me. You know that by now.”

You nod and look down at your hands, as he moves closer to you, and gently takes one of your hands in his.

“There’s been nobody since you,” he says, his voice shaking slightly. He strokes his thumb across your knuckles gently. His gaze cuts through you like a knife, his eyes never leaving you. “I’m afraid to take my eyes off you, afraid you’ll disappear or something,” he says, honestly. You look at him, confused again. “Ever since…ever since that day, that we broke up, I can’t get you out of my mind. I dream about you, and then wake up and you’re not there beside me. I’m afraid I’m going to wake up and not be standing here with you, holding your hand.”

You look at him, feeling the tears beginning to sting your eyes as your throat aches from holding back your feelings toward him. You sense the slight panic in both of you.

“This is what you wanted, Harry,” you remind him. “You didn’t want a long-distance relationship while you toured. You didn’t want me to be here alone, or you somewhere in the world alone, feeling miserable because we weren’t together.”

“I’ve been more miserable in the past three months than I’ve ever been in my life,” he states pointedly. “I hate this. I can’t do this anymore, babe,” he says, honestly. “I’ve tried. I know we agreed on it, but I…I can’t. I hate being away from you. I miss…going to sleep at night, or waking up in the morning, and seeing your beautiful face on the pillow next to mine.”

You gently wipe a tear with the hand he isn’t holding.

“When we broke up,” he starts, “I thought it was the right thing for us to do. I thought it would…fuck, I don’t know what I thought. But what I do know is…I miss you. I miss you cuddling up to me while we watch a movie together. I miss telling you jokes and you always laughing, even when we both know it isn’t funny.” You chuckle slightly. “I miss our talks, about…everything. I miss lying in bed next to you, holding you, burying my face in your neck as you sleep and smelling your rose-scented lotion on your skin. I miss just having you around me, love.”

“I miss all of that, too,” you insist. “But that doesn’t change that nothing has changed. It will still be a long distance relationship, which you didn’t want.”

Harry looks at you for a long moment, moving closely to you, placing his hands on either side of you, clutching your arms in his hands.

“Do you know what I miss the most?” he asks you, and you hear him swallow hard. As he starts to speak again, his voice trembling. “I miss…having my best friend around me. When I lost you, I lost my best friend.” You see a tear fall as your own slip down your face. You nod at him, unable to speak, wanting him to know you feel exactly the same. “I don’t want to do this alone anymore. It’s too hard, and too lonely. And it hurts too much.”

You sniff and look at him. “So, what are you saying?

He places his hands on either side of your face, caressing your skin. He leans to you, pressing his forehead gently against yours, then you feel his quivering lips on yours as he kisses you gently. You feel his chin, his jaw, his lips, shaking against yours as you feel a tear from his eye land on your cheek.

“Tell me it’s not too late to take it all back,” he whispers to you. “Tell me you still love me as much as I love you. I’ll do anything I have to, to make this work. Long-distance, or…or come with me. It’s up to you. We’ll make it work. I just can’t lose you.”

You feel his lips kiss you again. You aren’t sure who is trembling the most. The desperation you feel from him makes you cry lightly into his mouth, as he kisses you more firmly.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “I’m so sorry. I thought it was what was best, but I know now, you are what is best for me. We’ll make this work. Whatever you say, whatever you want me to do. I’m yours, and I want you to be mine again.”

“I’ve never stopped being yours,” you cry. “Always been and will always be only yours.”

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true.

Nothing that I wouldn’t do.

Go to the ends of the Earth for you,

To make you feel my love

To make you feel my love

Imagine Jax being inconsolable missing you after the two of you broke up because you were his perfect woman and you’re now with someone else.

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(So an anon requested an imagine based on this song. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PNWa_NPAMUI The baby took his nap earlier so I got it done earlier then I expected. Also thank you for showing me this song anon. I love it. I hope you like this because this is what my mind got from listening to it. Also the tattoo mentioned I just imagine having the crow in that location with property of Jax Teller across the top. I think Jax would love that.)

Jax never thought he’d loose you. You’d meant everything to him and many a night you were the only thing that kept him sane. Never the less it still happened. He’d tried to ignore the pain since the two of you had broken up, but after he’d run into you out with your new boyfriend he had been forced to confront just how much he missed you as he thought about everything the two of you had been though. The thing that particularly hurt him was remembering how often you’d told him you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him and have a family though. The one thing that gave him any sort of comfort was thinking about the child the two of you had made together. That you’d always have that piece of him in your life at least.

anonymous asked:

My bf sent me you & me by flume when we were apart for like a month && I was missing him so much that night. Now it gives me too many feels so I freaked out and closed Tumblr when I played your CAS vid edit :'))) But yeah.... I love your page, but mostly your sweetness!! I'm genuinely in awe at how good-hearted you are, your words exude kindness ! Have a lovely day ✨

aww no i’m sorry :’-( i was like “is this song too dramatic for a cas video?” LOL and thank you so much for the love!! i hope you have an amazing day too anon :-) 

anonymous asked:

i saw someone asked you about eurovision!! there are two songs this year that made me think of enjoltaire: Switzerland: Apollo (OBVIOUS LOL) and Portugal: Amar pelos dois (when i searched the translation i was like: wow portuguese grantaire would totally sing this to enjolras: theres a part where he sing: my heart can love for both of us... its beautiful)

I finally got around to listening to both these songs, and…omg. I realize now why Eurovision is such a big deal. 

Also what the fuck

I will never let you go
Give it time and we will grow
It is not supposed to be easy

what th e f uck

No, I will never let you go
All the words won’t make me fold
It is never easy
I follow you, Apollo 

w HAT THE FUCK IS THIS EXR SHIT 

If your heart doesn’t wish to give in
Not to feel passion, not to suffer
Without making plans of what will come after
My heart can love for the both of us

anonymous asked:

ok found a song i NEED to have featured in a sexy bughead scene: Don't You Know by Jaymes Young, it has major serpent!juggie vibes and was released yesterday - it's fate ;)

Oh my God, anon, you just showed me my favorite song for the week! Seriously, I went and listened to it and now I can’t get it out of my head, it’s just so good!! The beat is incredible and the lyrics are so steamy, I loved it! I like Jaymes Young’s music (and he is also pretty fine to look at too lol) but I didn’t know he had a new song out!! Thank you for letting me know, nonnie!

And it’s such a Bughead song!!! Like “so put your lips on my scars and teach me to love” (also, such a nice lyric) or “I don’t want you to go,I need more of you in my life, nobody should be alone, please let me take you home tonight” or “cause I know all the ways to appreciate your design, I’m a damn good lover, shivers up your spine” (after the finale *wink*) and of course the whole chorus, God, all those lyrics are just describing Betty and Jughead! Plus, I was listening to it for like the 458th time and scrolling the Bughead tag and the video of the make out started playing and it coordinated with the beat and I was panting with difficulty at the feels!! Seriously, this song made me wanna start vidding again after a very long time with no inspiration to do so! 

anonymous asked:

So in your fic Silent Song (which I love btw) why don't you have Obi-Wan know sign language? Is an explanation in the fic somewhere and I didn't catch it, or was it something you were gonna address later on?

Hey, Anon! Thanks for asking this, because I get questions about this every now and then by pm, and it’d be good to reply on tumblr so everyone here has a clearer picture of it. The absence of sign language is actually a very integral part of The Silent Song, because it portrays one of the greatest issues with the Galactic Republic (or at least in this AU GFFA that TSS is set in).

The absence of sign language is something that is both going to be addressed at a later date and something that is also already inherent in the general attitude in the Republic towards disabled people (not positive in the slightest).

In the Republic, Core people in charge of aid to the disabled are so used to things being available to aid people with disabilities (neural implants leading to vocoders, ear replacements, surgeries, artificial eyes etc.) that they phased out the most basic things (vocoders instead of sign language, guide droids instead of canes, etc.) that aid people with disabilites.

You see how in Jedi Apprentice canon, Tahl had a droid that guided her. It wasn’t like the droid in itself was bad - but everyone expected her to only depend on the droid. When she wanted to stretch out her senses and employ her Force-abilities for more independence, most people were too busy being terrified for her safety to understand that she didn’t like having the droid in the first place.

Now, let me be very clear. Technological and medical advancements are very, very good. But not when it is forced on someone and prevents the choice of the disabled person to select the mode of aid they wish to have.

Allow me to explain using the Zan Arbor Academy for Gifted Children.

The first thing that happens to Obi-Wan when he steps into class is this - the teacher snaps his fingers, rolls his eyes, and stuffs a vocoder into Obi-Wan’s hands. Now, it’s not that he shouldn’t, or can’t, use a vocoder. He can if he wishes to, but he didn’t, and then suddenly he was ostracised because everybody expected him to depend on that technology when he didn’t want to.

The Republic Core is the kind of place that has every medical and technological advancement possible, but has sacrificed the choice and preference of the people it serves for sheer efficiency, so to speak. The teacher looks at Obi-Wan and says, basically, Use this. Why should I have to read everything you want to say?

If sign language did exist, it would be: Or sign, for that matter?

The point is, because Obi-Wan didn’t want to use that technology, suddenly he doesn’t have anything else he can use. Because everyone expects him to use what was designed, because it “fixes” the “problem”.

The ZAAGC, if not the Republic, has serious issues with the way it treats disabled people. It not only causes problems for people like Obi-Wan who don’t want to use these things, but it also causes problems for people who can’t afford the technology.

It’s like a world where they force a blind person to put in artificial eyes, but if the person says no, there’s literally no other option available because there aren’t things such as canes anymore due to people not providing them.

So, does sign language exist in the Republic? Yes. Yes it does. It does in the outer regions, specific to cultures and societies in individual worlds away from the Core with all its technology and expectations, and wealth. As for whether the Republic ever had its own official, standardised sign language, that is something I address later on in the fic.

With the risk of spoiling too much, Qui-Gon realises he’s made a mistake.

So the absence of sign language is, in a way, one of the problems I see with a society technologically advanced but ONLY focusing on their technology and wealth.

I’ve rambled a bit but I hope this answers your questions!