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Request: Hey! Can I please request an AU with Jensen where he absolutely despises Halloween? And he hires the reader who’s an event planner to throw a Halloween party at his house. He suffers through the planning because otherwise she won’t give him the time of day. Eventually the reader suspects something and he has to come clean :)

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 2,000ish

Warnings: language

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Heathens - Smut - [thelittlestkitsune]

  A scruffy hoes production. ©

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Rating: NSFW 18+

Pairing: Void/Reader

Words: 5,017


This is dark. It seems light at first but the ending is dark, you know me. Please don’t read if you have any problems with death/suicide. Thank you so much!

AN: Happy Halloween fuckers! The hoes and I couldn’t let the most important of holidays go by without giving you a treat! or is it a trick? Who knows! Enjoy xoxo

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take this burden - 43

[ cleopatra - the lumineers ]

‘I was late for the love of my life.’


He Tian sent Mo Guan Shan back to Jane, instructing her to teach him to make the staple drinks, entrusting Julio to keep them from drugging anyone.

He filled out some paperwork, signed paychecks, made sure the books had balanced the last month, and sent some emails about the upcoming event they’d been planning for Halloween, making sure they had the right permits and everything was up to date.

He signed off on Julio’s playlist, only crossing out a few. He’d only started doing that since they’d hosted 1960’s night and he’d played ‘what’s new pussycat’ four times in a row.

A text from Jian Yi told him the dude with the roofies was alright.

A call from Zhengxi told him they’d found enough benzos on the guy to charge him with intent to distribute, that he was lucky to have him as a friend, that he was a fucking idiot.

‘We only have room for one martyred, anti-hero, vigilante-fucking-justice drama queen in this part of town, and I like him more than you.’

‘Wow, Zhengxi, tell me how you really feel.’


He Tian joined Mo Guan Shan at the bar.

‘What can I get you?’ Mo Guan Shan asked with a grin.

‘Old fashioned, please.’

Jane directed him, listing the ingredients and measurements.

He Tian sipped the drink, making a face.

‘How about a beer?’ Mo Guan Shan asked weakly, pouring the drink down the drain.

He Tian laughed.

‘A beer would be great.’

He spent the next hour watching Jane coach a clueless Mo Guan Shan.

He hadn’t been lying, he truly is terrible at this.

Bartending skills aside, he couldn’t help but appreciate how good Mo Guan Shan looked behind the bar.

Behind his bar.

Excusing himself, he made rounds, making sure everything was running smoothly, at the optimal level of controlled chaos.

It was a surprisingly large crowd for a weeknight.

October was always a good month.

As far as Jane’s concerned, Halloween starts at the end of September and ends right before Christmas, so things were starting to get spooky.

She’d asked for several ridiculous things and he’d given her paperwork to fill out.

He’d be damned if he was going to hand her money for the excessive decorations if he couldn’t write it off as a business expense.

He made his way back to the bar with the intent of reminding her of it, but stopped a few yards away, leaning against the wall next to Julio.

‘Let’s go have a smoke.’

Julio nodded, following him into the crowd and out the back door.

He hadn’t been kidding when he’d told Mo Guan Shan that Julio was love with Jane.

It hurt to see him like this, watching Jane like they were separated by galaxies.

He Tian’s pessimism and dismissive attitude towards romance of any sort had stopped him from bringing it up.

‘You have to tell her.’ He Tian informed him, offering the other man a cigarette and lighting it for him. ‘She has no idea.’

Julio laughed bitterly.

‘She’s so far out of my league, dude.’

He Tian rolled his eyes.

‘Don’t be an idiot, you know she doesn’t think like that and she’d be furious if she heard you say it.

‘She’ll never feel the same way, it’ll just ruin our friendship.’

‘You need to tell her or move the fuck on dude. You’re making it more complicated than it needs to be.’

‘It doesn’t matter, she’s seeing someone.’

‘Excuses, excuses.’

Julio nodded, looking down at his feet and taking a drag.

‘Since when did you start giving romantic advice?’

‘Since tonight, apparently.’

‘I’m not sure if I like it.’

He Tian laughed.

‘I’m not sure if I like it either.’

‘Janie was telling me about your new boyfriend.’ Julio said, hoping the subject change would stick.

‘He’s not my boyfriend.’ He Tian responded immediately.

‘Is that why you were getting busy in your office? Or why you’ve been staring at him like a creep all night?’

‘Yes, Julio. That’s exactly why.’ He Tian’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

‘You like him though?’

He Tian hesitated for a moment.

‘Yeah. I do.’

‘So…’ Julio prompted.

‘It’s not that simple.’

‘Excuses, excuses.’

‘Shut up.’

They smoked in silence for awhile, watching the endless stream of taxis crawl by.

‘Got anymore valuable advice for me?’ Julio asked, flicking his cigarette into the alley.

He Tian opened the door.

‘Yeah, cut your hair.’

‘Fuck you.’


He Tian and Julio stepped back into the bar, both a bit more mindful of their staring.

Christ, they’re all adults here, why did this all feel so middle school?

An hour before closing, He Tian actually made it to the bar and Julio to the DJ booth.

Mo Guan Shan beamed at him, skin washed bright white, eyes shining like gold coins in the blue light.

He poured He Tian a shot of tequila, leaning across the bar to whisper in his ear.

‘I am SO bad at this.’

‘But you look absolutely gorgeous, that’s all you need for now.’

Mo Guan Shan pulled back giving him a small smile and pulling his lower lip between his teeth.

He Tian shooed him away, taking his shot, gesturing for another and returning his smile.

Pouring one for them both, Mo Guan Shan clinked their glasses together.

They tapped the shots on the bar, draining them and Mo Guan Shan was swept away by Jane.

Julio played a song for the four of them.

It took an hour after closing to clean the bar.

He Tian locked the doors and Mo Guan Shan followed him to the car.

‘That was embarrassing.’ Mo Guan Shan admitted.

‘Did you have fun?’ He Tian asked.

Mo Guan Shan nodded.

‘I really did.’

‘That’s all I want.’

‘What now?’

He Tian checked the time.

‘We could head home.’ He Tian suggested.

‘Or…’ Mo Guan Shan countered ‘we could go have one more drink to celebrate my first real day.’

He Tian grinned.

‘A man after my own heart.’

Friends in Dark Places [Ch. 7]

Characters: Virgil Sanders, Patton Sanders, Roman Sanders, Logan Sanders, Sander Sides (technically Virgil Thomas, Patton Shea, Roman Patrick, and Logan Christiansen)

Pairing: platonic moxiety (could be read as romantic but it is not explicitly that), platonic prinxiety (could, again, be read as romantic, but it wasn’t written that way; totally up to your views)

Word Count: 1784

Warnings: self harm mentions, depression mentions, panic attacks, suicide mentions and attempts, blood mentions, hospitals, needle mentions, food mentions

Story Summary: (Humans!AU) After struggling with suicidal ideation and loneliness for years, a teen decides it’s time for it all to end… that is, until someone tries to save him.

A/N: this chapter is pretty short but I wanted to get something out to you guys since it’s been a bit since I’ve updated! I’m a goddamn sucker for makeup, you guys! also, this chapter is kinda heavy with moxiety in the end if you like that kind of stuff, so be excited I guess. :P

Tag list (send me an ask if you want to be added): @milk-withtwosugars@abstractedthinking @gotta-love-dem-sides @ashrain5@waste-disposal-unit @evilmuffin @taki-random @1datmlp @ts-sideblog@rebbeash@justanotherpurplebutterfly @eternal-sanders @satisfied-sanders-sides @teal-eaf


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Spooky October (Halloween)

Originally posted by smol-bean-reid

A/N: I don’t own the gif but it fits the story with its orangeish/yellowish tone in the background lol.. This is REALLY LONG. But I promise it is worth it! This will be a series because I think this beautiful human doesn’t get the love he deserves! I hope you all like it!
Warning: FLUFFY! Cursing? Honestly I can never keep track lol
Word Count: 3.4k 

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Part II: Frosty Night (Christmas Holiday)

Spooky October (Halloween Holiday):

October 1st:

You had finally finished moving everything into your new home. Looking around the kitchen and living room you couldn’t help but notice a slight tint of orange coming from your neighbor’s house, you found yourself drawn to the warm light as you walked outside to see a garden of pumpkins laid out on their lawn with different faces. Then you saw the numerous amount of fake tomb stones, which followed with the orange and black lanterns that were hung from beam to beam of their porch, they took Halloween to the next level and just as you were about to go inside and prepare yourself some dinner a voice called to you.

“Hey! New neighbor! Like Halloween?” A man yelled causing you to face him, you saw the tall man waving excitedly as he wore a basic white t-shirt, some dark jeans and a pair of colored converse. “It’s fine by me, love the decorations!” You yelled causing the man to flash a smile in your direction, his teeth gleamed as if they had belonged in a toothpaste commercial. “How about I formally introduce myself at your porch because screaming isn’t a good first impression!” He yelled once more before making his way down his porch and walking over to yours and as he opened the gate to your home, you instantly recognized him “Holy. Shit.” You said softly causing him to look at you curiously “Ah, you know who I am. So is there a point in me introducing myself? Ms..?” He asked licking his lips allowing his teeth to bite down at his bottom lip as he waited for your answer.

“I’m (Y/N)(Y/L/N). Moved in a couple of days ago, I know of you but who you are as a person and who you are as an actor are two different people. Wouldn’t you say?” You said catching him off guard as Matthew looked at you smiling “I guess you’re right (Y/N).” He said with your name rolling off his tongue filling you up with pure pleasure. “I was just about to make dinner, but if you’re not busy I wouldn’t mind the company.” You said testing the waters to see if he’d actually take your offer or if he would back down. He nodded smiling at you as you held out your hand allowing him to enter your home, as he sat down on your couch softly looking over at you make your way to the kitchen you weren’t prepared for the friendship that would begin to stem in the place of a friendly gesture.

“So tell me about the real Matthew, not the one that looks so nice and friendly for the cameras and fans. I want to know the real you, from your biggest fear to your biggest pet peeve to your greatest accomplishment.” you said with your back turned to his as you began to prepare your meal. “Well, I really am a nice guy, I don’t try to fool anyone especially my fans because they mean a great deal to me because I probably wouldn’t be where I am today without their support.” Matthew said sliding into one of your bar stools “Well, today Matthew you’re in the kitchen of a stranger who is going to cook a nice meal for you. Think your fans got you here?” you said smiling as you turned to drain the linguine “I believe that if I wasn’t as successful I probably wouldn’t live in the home a few doors down, and I wouldn’t have met this beautiful stranger who just so happens to be cooking for me.” he said rubbing his beard as he watched your every move, paying mind to every step you took and where everything was in your home because he had a strong feeling he would be coming over more often. “Well are you the Derek Morgan in your true life or is that all an act as well?” you said causing him to smile widely and laugh “You, darling are a woman of many talents. You are quite funny.” he said causing you to blush slightly at his words.

“Well how about you? You are the jack of all trades from what I’ve read.” you said now grabbing your broccoli alfredo and combining it with the linguini “Ah, you read things about me. You don’t just simply listening to everything you hear?” he says leaning over a bit now placing his elbow on your island counter as he laid his head in his hand “Well Matthew if I did that, a countless amount of actors would be dead, pregnant, or married to the false lies. Plus I like to indulge myself in a good read from fine literature to a short handed interview in a horrible magazine.” you said serving him his plate. He looked a bit surprised “Did you think I invited you here and had no true intentions on feeding you?” you asked before eating at your plate walking around the counter to sit next to him, he looked at you smiling quietly “Thank you.” he said softly causing you to give him your full attention “For what?” you asked twirling the linguini around your fork “For not caring about who I am, but trying to get to know me as Matthew and not me as some famous celebrity.” he said eating quietly.

“Hey if it makes you feel better, I don’t care much for celebrities. I care about people, good people.. And I don’t know why but Matthew, I feel like you’re a better person than I could’ve met but only time will tell, but as for tonight we celebrate a new friendship.” you said hopping off the bar stool grabbing two wine glasses and red wine “Would you care to join me?” you asked holding the glasses waving them slightly as Matthew nods. You set the glasses in front of him pouring the wine in both glasses until they were both half way stopping and setting the wine bottle down handing him a glass “To us and our friendship.” he said holding the glass up “To us and our friendship you repeated clicking your glasses as you both sipped slowly continuing to finish your meal and conversations.

October 16th:

“I promise nothing but the best time on the Hayride (Y/N).” Matthew said smiling as he helped you get onto the tractor. “I’ve never done anything special for the month of October, never really was into Halloween.” you said silently knowing his great obsession and love for Halloween and Fall. “Yeah, well that’s because you’ve never celebrated with the Halloween King.” he said laughing as the tractor began to move through the corn field, and if you were going to be complete honest with yourself, you were more scared of the field then the shitty props in it.

Fields reminded you of “Children in the corn” and it was not the best experiences, as you felt the tractor hit a bump in the road you found yourself moving closer to Matthew and before you realized it you were completely in his arms as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and whispered “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” his cool breath hit your ear causing you to shiver as you then felt him relax causing you to lean into his embrace relaxing along with him. Maybe it was the sweet pumpkin latte he had drank earlier or just his pure happiness and love for Halloween that caused you to relax but whatever it was Matthew knew exactly what made you relax, as for the past weeks you and him and grown extremely close to each other nearly feeding off one another’s energy with bliss.

As the Hayride came to a halt you looked over to see something that caused you to jump on Matthew’s lap as you buried your face in his chest feeling him laugh at you as he grabbed your head softly wrapping his other arm around your waist “Well (Y/N) if I didn’t know better I would say you are terrified of Halloween, or anything scary for that matter.” he whispered softly in your ear as he chuckled teasing you. You now we’re face to face with Matthew pouting at him “I am not. I was just surprised, that’s all.” you said getting off of his lap still pouting at him as he kissed your cheek winking at you. It wasn’t the first time he had done something so simple but it made your heart race so fast that you were afraid he would see it, you quickly felt your cheeks begin to flush causing you to look down at your feet noticing that you and him had both chose Halloween colored converse, yours being orange and his being black with little hand drawn ghost scattered around the shoes.

“So if you aren’t afraid how about after this we go back to my place, watch scary movies and drink apple cider?” he said placing his hand on your lower back holding out his hand as you noticed the ride had come to an end, you stepped out of the tractor. “Sure.” you said shrugging but inside you knew Matthew wasn’t going to get over teasing the fact that you were genuinely afraid of Halloween. You both walked to the parking lot as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder holding you tightly, another interaction that you were use to because he was always doing it but you still never got use to the idea of his arm being around you so tightly nearly pulling you to him, you had finally made it to his car entering in the passenger’s seat as he plopped into the driver’s seat turning on his Halloween playlist, which you had now know every single song. You had been looking out the window as you both sang a couple of the songs until you were in his driveway opening the door taking in all the decorations, you never knew how Matthew did it but whatever he did to decorate his house so amazingly made you jealous because you wouldn’t even be able to tie simple lights to your porch.

“You coming? Or are you too chicken and backing out now?” he teased as he leaned on his doorway causing you to roll your eyes making your way up the stairs to the house “You wish Gubler.” you said sticking out your tongue at him causing him to gasp exaggerating causing you to laugh at him. He always knew how and what made you laugh, you walked into his kitchen grabbing cups from his cupboard as he grabbed the apple cider from his refrigerator “Shall I?” he asked holding up the jug as you nodded “Please, it would be an honor my Halloween King.” you said bowing slowly causing him to wink “You know it would be.” he said pouring the drinks into your glasses “Now what movie princess?” he asked holding two DVDs in front of you “Chucky” and “The Shining” you bit your bottom lip thinking which movie was less scary for you, as you took your time deciding you saw Matthew smirk at you “If you just admit you’re scared we can watch The Corpse Bride?” He said waving around the DVD smiling as if he was going to conquer the world “The Shining.” You said grabbing the DVD out of his hands making your way to his living room as you put the DVD into the player you noticed Matthew had turned on the fireplace “Nice and toasty for a chilling evening, with my favorite girl.” He said sitting down on the couch as he took a sip of his cinder as you sat next to him as the movie began to play.

As the movie was nearly over you noticed Matthew had laid his head on your lap, you played with his hair thinking he was still up until you heard a light snore. You then gently moved his hair away from his face seeing his eyes closed and his mouth slightly parted “You Matthew Gray Gubler truly are a party popper.” You whispered as you continued to play with his hair “Says the girl who was constantly jumping up at the murder scenes.” He said softly startling you “Well, I’ll be damned you actually watched the movie and didn’t scream as much as I thought you would.” He said rising slowly smiling at you with sleep still laced in his voice and eyes. You were absolutely terrified to the point where you didn’t know if you would be able to sleep alone in your house “Hey.. Matthew, do you think I can crash here…” you said fiddling with your fingers “Ah, you were scared.” He said holding your hand raising it to his lips kissing your hand softly “Of course you can. You know where the guest rooms are.” He said smiling as he got up and went to the kitchen.

You honored Matthew for the gentlemen he was, he was sweet, kind, caring and he never rushed you or anyone around him. You smiled wishing him a goodnight as you made your way to your favorite room of the house, the minimal room. It was your favorite because it’s where Matthew kept most of his artwork, you would stare at them and trace the canvas that was marked with jagged lines and roughed edges with your fingers trying to think about Matthews inspiration for his artwork, then your eyes would skim over to the desk that had some impersonal photos that he had captured but your favorite was more personal because it was a photo of you Matthew had taken while you were pumpkin picking.

You had looked down at the many pumpkins not knowing much one was the right one as Matthew described to you, you picked up a small pumpkin looking at Matthew fixing the lenses of his camera as you smiled widely hearing the flash of the camera. “Beautiful.” He whispered looking at your picture though the small screen “Can you grab a pile of those leaves and throw them in the air?” He asked holding his camera in his hands as you bent down to pick up the leaves throwing them in the air, you heard a burst of shots being taken “You truly are my fall muse you know that?” He said looking down at his camera smiling once more. “Well ‘Jack’ what’s next? Are you going to paint me like one of your French girls?” You said laughing watching Matthew blush “Not tonight Rose.” He said laughing.

You put the frame down on the table wondering where the other photos were, you also wondered when Matthew had put this photo in here. You skimmed the gram lightly with your finger “I know this is your favorite room, so I thought it would only be fair to put a happy memory in here.” He said leaning against the door frame “I just came to say goodnight.” He said smiling, blushing slightly at you “Goodnight Matthew, I love the gesture.” You said tiptoeing to kiss his cheek but he still had to bend for you to reach him. “Goodnight (Y/N). I’m glad you enjoy it.” He said smiling as he walked out of the room leaving you alone once again. You grabbed the octopus plush Matthew had made and took it to bed with you as you snuggled up to the disproportion stuffed animal, falling asleep in no time, thanks to the smell of Matthew that flooded and filled the entire room, no nightmares or scary dreams.

October 31st:

You stood in front of the mirror looking at your costume in pure shock, you couldn’t believe you were actually wearing a costume and it was all because of Matthew and his persistence in you wearing the costume. “You owe me big.” You said as you walked downstairs to see Matthew in his costume smiling boldly at you “You look amazing, truly.” He said smiling at you, as you looked at the matching pair of the outfit, only he would want to do something cheesy to celebrate your first Halloween together but you couldn’t lie and say you fully hated it. You looked at him in his green tights and brown tunic, smiling at him as he adjusted his cap and stance “To neverland Wendy!” He yelled holding out his hand waiting for you “Of course Peter.” You said holding your periwinkle colored dress fluttering it as you went down the stairs, only you missed a step causing you to lose your balance and fall down the step waiting for your face to hit the ground, only that moment didn’t come.

As you opened your eyes you were enveloped in Matthews lazy bed hair, his eyes stuck on yours and his mouth cracked into a sweet smile “How about we be careful there Wendy, it seems Tinkerbell left us alone for the night.” He whispered softly causing you to blush “Thank you Matthew.” You say trying to stop your voice from cracking. He pulled your up as you straightened out your dress “Ready for the party?” He asked as you retwisted a curl smiling at him nodding with great pleasure. You followed him to his car as you grabbed your keys and phone before leaving, as you sat down in his car he played his Halloween playlist once more “Today is the last day for that Matthew, then it’s my holiday. Christmas.” You said smiling as you sang along with him as he shook his head, the drive was filled with horrible singing and funny jokes until you had arrived at Shemar’s house pulling into his driveway that was full of other cars for people you didn’t know but you saw the filled house and began to panic a bit “You’ll be fine, it’s a regular party only people are dressed up.” Matthew said smiling at you as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder leading you into the house filled with people and music, you saw a bunch of unknown faces but familiar costumes causing you to relax slightly. Matthew had led you through the crowd to meet the cast of “Criminal Minds” because they meant so much to him. “Guys! This leading lady here is (Y/N).” He said showing you to the people in front of you who were all dressed up in various costumes, yet they all smiled sweetly at you as if they were a secret that you weren’t apart of “This is Thomas, Shemar who’ve you already met, AJ, Kristin, Paget, Joe, Adam and Mandy.” Matthew said introducing all the people who you already knew by name and face but not personally. “Drinks! We need drinks!” Shemar yelled as he walked away to grab a couple of beers for everyone.

The night passed by so quickly as you all drank, smiled, laughed and had an amazing time until you heard “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran playing through the speakers “May I have this dance?” Matthew said holding out his hand which you gladly took “Why it would be an honor.” you said laughing as he placed one hand on your lower back and the other holding onto your hand. You began to dance with Matthew, allowing him to take the lead as he softly sang the song to you as if you were the only person in the room, he held you tightly to him as the song finished he held your hand taking you to Shemar’s balcony for fresh air only it had begun to get colder outside and before you could say anything Matthew had draped his jacket of your shoulders “You know the song really relates to you. Because you do look rather perfect tonight.” He said holding the railing as he looked at the moon “Thank you Matthew, you don’t look so bad yourself.” you said walking next to him “Not a bad way to celebrate a scary festive night huh?” he asked as he looked over to you while now leaning on the railing “It could be even better, honestly.” you said shrugging causing him to look at you in confusion “Oh, how so?” he asked smirking “Well, we could get too much candy that we shouldn’t be eating and watch the old kid Halloween movies, drink apple cider and laugh at all the dirty jokes, falling asleep on a couch together.” you said leaning against the railing looking down at your heels “Well, let’s go. Shall we?” he said smiling holding out his hand to the door. Yes it was definitely the way to celebrate the hauntingly spooky holiday.

Imagine going to Disneyland with Chris. (Part 2)

A/N: I hope you have a fabulous birthday @ateliefloresdaprimavera, you deserve it girl. Also, to anyone out there who’s got a birthday around the corner- this is for you. X (Read Part 1)

“Are you excited for your birthday?” Chris asked as you cooked the second batch of pancakes; Chris had demolished the first batch, leaving you little to eat hence why you had to whip up a second. “Twenty-six, damn kid. You’re getting old,” he teased you and you swatted him with the spatula, laughing.

“Says the thirty-six year old,” you retorted and he scoffed, holding a hand to his heart and earning another one of your famous eye rolls. “So can I write you down for Disney movies and ice-cream cake on Friday?” You asked, knowing the answer was yes because that was how the two of you spent your birthday every year since moving out to Los Angeles.

“Hm…” He pressed his lips together, pretending to contemplate. “No,” he responded bluntly and you frowned. “Sorry, but I’ve got plans.” Your heart sunk and you opened your mouth to argue when there was a knock at the door. “I think you might want to get that,” he pointed at the door then resumed eating his pancake.

You walked to the door feeling a little down that your best friend was ditching you on your birthday. Did he meet a girl? Was he going on a date? What could possibly make him change the way you’d spend your birthday together? You opened the door and looked around; there was no one there.

You were about to close it again when you saw what was sitting on your doormat; the rose in the jar from Beauty and the Beast. You bent over and picked it up gently, smiling when you saw what was in the jar. There were two tickets to Disneyland along with a Polaroid of you and Chris from Halloween when the two of you dressed up as Belle and the Beast; scrawled on the Polaroid in Chris’ handwriting was “be my guest?”

“The look on your face.” Chris’ voice turned you around. “Of course I wasn’t going to ditch you on your birthday, you idiot.” You shook your head at him, both of you were trying but failing not to smile. “Well?” He pressed. “Unless, of course, you’d much rather stay here and watch Disney movies while eating ice-cream cake.”

“Fuck no,” you laughed, “let’s go to Disneyland!”
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Chris was right about Disneyland being the happiest place on earth, it was no wonder he and his family had annual trips during the holidays. Trips he’d always invite you to, but trips you’d never got to make hence why you’d never been to Disneyland until now; a fact that still shocked Chris every time it was brought up. He felt responsible for you missing out, stating “I should’ve just dragged you with us.” Yes, Disneyland was everything you’d imagined it to be and it lived up to the expectations Chris had set you up with, but none of it would’ve mattered if Chris wasn’t the one you went with. Anywhere with that man was great, for you could’ve spent the day with him stuck in an elevator and have the best time of your life.

Like Chris promised back at your apartment, he took care of everything. From the drive there, to the car snacks and music playlist, to the hotel, and of course- the day at the park. He planned the whole weekend with great care and attention to detail because he wanted you to have the best birthday ever. That, and he was also slowly buttering you up to reveal when night fell and fireworks went off that he was in-love with you.

“Mickey ice-cream bar or churro?” You asked Chris, holding up the two snacks to see which you should try first. He made a “pffft” sound with his mouth and pointed to the Mickey ice-cream bar, making you smile as you took a bite.

“Any other hard hitting questions?” He quipped and you shook your head, giggling as you looped your arm with his. His heart fluttered at your touch, just as yours did at his. “Okay, where do you want to go next? We’ve got a couple hours to kill before we have to head over to the castle to see the fireworks.”

“You’re the park expert, you tell me.”

“You’re the birthday girl, you tell me.”

You smiled at Chris and he smiled back, the urge to tell him you loved him was on the tip of your tongue. After all he’d done for you today, it was hard to hold back your true feelings for your best friend. You just wanted to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. But then again, what if he didn’t feel the same way? You couldn’t ruin this, you couldn’t lose him as a friend. But you also didn’t want to just be his friend anymore, you wanted more- you wanted a life with him. It was time to take the leap, ignore all possible consequences and just jump.

“Well?” He raised his eyebrows. “Where are we going?”

“I love you,” you told him and he smiled, thinking it was another one of those platonic ‘I-love-you’ moments. The two of you have had plenty of those, so many that it was hard to differentiate between an actual confession and a ‘you’re-the-best’ kind of thing. It never failed to make his heart flutter, but it was never something he properly processed; vice versa when he told you he loved you because you were just best friends.

“I am pretty amazing,” he responded with a chuckle.

“No, Chris,” you shook your head. “I’m in-love with you.” You heard the words leave your lips and saw Chris’ lips part in shock; relief and angst simultaneously filled you. “I’ve been in-love with you for a while now, I just- I didn’t want things to change between us.”

Chris was suddenly at a lost for words. This was something he’d been dreaming about for so long now, fantasizing and playing it out in his head. Not once had this been a scenario he’d imagined, not once did he expect you to admit you were in-love with him. He thought he’d have to work to win you over, he was wrong; you loved him too.

“Can you please say-”

Before you could even finish, Chris’ lips were crashed against yours. You dropped both your churro and your ice-cream bar, out of shock and excitement that you were finally kissing your best friend. His strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you as close to him as possible. You smiled as you kissed him back; your arms looped around his neck and your fingers found their way under his hat and into his hair. It was happening, after years of playing it safe and pretending to be platonic, the two of you were finally displaying your true feelings for each other.

“Wow,” you breathed when Chris broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

“Wow is right,” he chuckled softly, “I can’t believe it took us five years to get here. God, what we were thinking?” You laughed breathlessly, shaking your head. “I’m in-love with you too and-” he chuckled. “I was actually going to tell you later tonight when we were watching the fireworks, but um- I don’t think we need those fireworks when we’ve got some right here.” He pecked your lips as you choked back laughter. “Yup, definite fireworks right here.”

“You’re an idiot,” you laughed.

“I don’t care as long as I have you,” he smiled.

Interview: Britani Palazzolo

Today we’re joined by Britani Palazzolo. Britani is an awesome artist who is incredibly versatile and works in a variety of mediums. She does a lot of papercrafts and other visual arts. When she’s not drawing, Britani does a lot of writing and some baking as well. Her work shows a fascinating sort of surrealism. It’s very clear she’s an incredibly dedicated and passionate artist, as you’ll soon see. My thanks to her for taking the time to participate in this interview.


Please, tell us about your art.

I do a little bit of everything! I write, draw, sew, bake, papercraft, paint… If there’s an art medium out there, I’ve probably tried it haha! I usually jump around from one to the other, so right now I’m working on papercrafts mostly (my current project is making one for each Overwatch character) but I’ll probably drift back to drawing or writing soon. I mainly draw my OCs or myself, and I love drawing cute but gross stuff and object heads. I draw traditionally sometimes, but most of the time I use Adobe Illustrator because I love how it works with my style. I’ve been doing art since I can remember, and I’ve watched my style change over the years and it brings me a lot of joy just doing something with my hands. There’s really no telling what I’ll come up with next.

What inspires you?

I guess that depends on what I’m doing. If I’m drawing, usually it’s movies or other media because I’ll make a self-insert character or an AU for my OCs and draw according to that. I think my friends inspire my writing a lot of the time because we bounce around ideas and I just have to get them out! I also draw a lot of creepy/gore things, so catch me at Halloween time really inspired! Fandom also inspires me, but sometimes I’m afraid to contribute fanart because I compare myself to others (a bad habit I know, but I’ve been working on it!) and will instead stick with my own characters haha! I also use my own life as a lot of inspiration, including the fact that I’m ace. I make music playlists (I guess you could call that an art?) and I have an “All Your Favs Are Ace” series which are just character playlists based on my headcanons of characters being on the ace spectrum. I’ve written a fic involving a character coming out to their partner as a sex repulsed ace which I based largely on my own feelings and experiences. Music is also a huge inspiration provider, as well as long showers!

What got you interested in your field?  Have you always wanted to be an artist?

I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love to be creative and do art projects. Art class was always my favorite thing about school, and I would make things at home all the time. It was really in high school that I started figuring out that this was a real thing that I could do with my life. I learned a lot about digital art in high school, and had some great teachers that helped me along, so I decided to go to college for an Art Education degree. At the time I was working in a fabric store so I was teaching myself to sew and cross stitch, and in school I learned about oil paints and charcoal. I got to try every medium and it was fantastic! The chips fell as they do, and I got into baking and cake decorating. So, instead of teaching, now I bake and do art on the side!

Do you have any kind of special or unique signature, symbol, or feature you include in your work that you’d be willing to reveal?

I sign everything with my initials, but it’s not very special haha! If I sew anything for someone though, I attach a little tag that I made that says “Handcrafted”. I hand carved the stamp used to make these tags on an eraser, so I guess that’s kind of cool! Other than that I think it’s just my personal drawing style that is pretty unique. I tend to over exaggerate certain features (legs for example) and simplify others (feet).

What advice would you give young aspiring artists?

Do not stop. If someone tells you that you can’t do something, you look them in the eye and you do the thing and you keep doing it until they close their mouth. It might take a while, but if it makes you happy, just keep going. Art is what you make of it. There are no rules!


Where on the spectrum do you identify?

I’m a sex repulsed asexual panromantic!

Have you encountered any kind of ace prejudice or ignorance in your field?  If so, how do you handle it?

I haven’t had a lot directed specifically at me (except somebody once didn’t like my ace playlists and called me homophobic for making them, which baffled me), but the first year I went to the pride parade in my area only ONE booth sold ace flags and they were those tiny ones on sticks. When I went to pride this year, I was hoping maybe asexuality had gotten a little more out there, but again only ONE booth sold the full size flags and the people at the booth had very little knowledge on the subject (didn’t know which flag I wanted until I pointed directly at it, didn’t know if they had any more ace merch, etc). Mostly I just ignore it or roll with it. If there is an opportunity, I will attempt to educate people on the matter, but most people spouting ignorance don’t want to learn, so I’ve found there’s not much point in trying.

What’s the most common misconception about asexuality that you’ve encountered?

That ALL ace people HATE sex/anything to do with sex/are innocent pure beings who don’t know anything about sex! It makes me laugh because I know so many ace people who are very sex positive, a lot are very kinky in their own ways, and are in no way ‘innocent and pure’. People assume you’re an emotionless robot (especially if you’re aro ace, I’m so sorry to those guys) and it just astounds me.

What advice would you give to any asexual individuals out there who might be struggling with their orientation?

It’s alright to take your time learning about your sexuality, and do lots of research, read a lot of info! I thought I was straight until about the first year of college (19 years old or so), and from there I was maybe bi, but something just didn’t feel right about that. It was only once I started seeing a lot of info about the ace spectrum on Tumblr that I was like “Hold on… this sounds like me!” I identified as demisexual for a while, but did some more research, did some soul searching, and decided to go with full asexual. But just know that this could change too! Sexuality is fluid. Just go with the flow, meet people, make friends, maybe fall in love? Who knows!

Finally, where can people find out more about your work?

You can find me basically anywhere on the internet by the same username: ranebowstitches
I’m most active on Tumblr, AO3, Instagram, and 8tracks.

Pop by and say hi! I love to chat!

Thank you, Britani, for participating in this interview and this project. It’s very much appreciated.

i made this blog just for this specific post i have some THINGS to say

listen. richie and eddie would have such specific amazing tastes in music and ive just got some hcs about it i’ll link the playlists i listened to below that inspired this theres this really rly good love song playlist and its. beautiful, anyway (theyre 15/16 btw)

- so they both like. LOVE music. theyre constantly singing and humming under their breath (eddie) or screaming lyrics out at really inappropriate times (richie) and the other losers range from thinking its cute to wanting to gouge their eyes out

- “eddie if you hum one more footloose song im gonna strangle you i can hear you and im Losing my mind”-bev, at one point probably

-everybody hates when richie belts out random ass lyrics from the cure or guns n roses but eddie Loves it he blushes hearing richie sing even if its in his fake terrible singing voice, and he blushes really hard when richie sings to him (which is most of the time actually, he always seems to single out eddie to torture)

- richie, dancing on bill’s living room table, screaming and motioning at eddie: “ ITS GONNA TAKE A LOT TO TAKE ME AWAYYYY FROM YOUuuu” “RICHIE SHUT THE fUCK UP” “FUCK YOU STAN-i bLESS THE RAIINNNNSS” and eddie is just sitting staring up at richie speechless while everyone fucking screams at richie to stop

- and then one fateful night richie’s world is ripped apart bc eddie is yelling at him in bill’s garage about losing one of his fanny pack straps and richie is just too busy singing and playing air guitar to one of the rock songs coming from the speakers and eddie loses it

- “richie for the love of god STOP FUCKING SINGING YOURE SUCH AN ASSHOLE” “ah cmon eds you know im the best singer here” “WANNA BET” “sure”

- eddie looks around at everyone and theyre all like do it. show richie up we are begging you make it stop and eddie changes the song and stands on the table and he starts BELTING OUT ‘GIRLS JUST WANT TO HAVE FUN’. and he KILLS THAT SHIT and evryone is cheering him on but richie is just sitting there with his mouth open. SHook eddie is dancing and staring right at him wow and thats when everything shifts

-richie starts trying to trick eddie into singing all the time and just teasing him in general about his music taste but in reality he just wants to hear him Sing again

-eddie (and everyone else) can tell that richie is Slightly infatuated with his friend and they start teasing him secretly except eddie, who is just Flustered and confused bc richie? wanting to hear eddies voice? and he doesnt know how to deal with it so he just blushes whenever richie mentions it

- they both have a soft spot for the other but they are both terrified by that so they just kind of ignore it and bicker about their different tastes in music

- “richie if youre trying to tell me that 'i wanna dance with somebody (who loves me)’ isnt the best song of this Decade i will end this. Right now. i will delete this fucking friendship” and richie just bursts out laughing but doesnt say SHIT about whitney

-eddie. LOVES footloose so much. and grease. he loves them and shares this with richie and richie may or may not have gone as a greaser for halloween bc of it

- richie, running and falling into eddie at a halloween party: “I GOT CHILLSSSS THEYRE MULTIPLYIN” and eddie spills his water. stan, in the background, rolls his eyes

- eddie tells everyone that richie’s grungy taste in music infuriates him but when theyre alone its a different story

- richie sprawls over eddie jokingly but they lose focus watching tv and he doesnt move, closes his eyes and ends up singing 'here comes your man’ absentmindedly and eddie snaps out of watching tv to watch richie instead

- even though they pretend to hate each other’s music they still make each other mixes and recommend songs (maybe the songs continue to get more and more romantic but they ignore that its fine)

-richie realizes he loves eddie when he listens to can’t fight this feeling and all he can think about is eddie and his smile and his eyes

- their song, though, is obviously 'africa’

-(this was inspired by another post so shoutout to that person) whenever eddie looks at richie either 'lets hear it for the boy’, 'here comes your man’, or 'what i like about you’ starts playing in his head and he cant help it

-their favorite love songs are 'just like heaven’, 'always on my mind’, and 'nothing’s gonna stop us now’ they make fun of how cheesy they are but they also love them lol

-eddie has so many guilty pleasure songs that they basically make up his music taste, but some of his favorites are 'its raining men’, 'jessie’s girl’, and 'holding out for a hero’

-they both love it when the other performs their favorite songs super extra and loud, the other losers Hate it but think richie and eddie are cute so they only protest a little bit

- they slow dance together at homecoming when can’t fight this feeling and africa play (they also dance with each other the entire time)

-but when they slow dance they realize that they like each other

-and then it all falls into place and they go to bills after homecoming with everyone and richie corners eddie and just stares at him. eddies like richie what u doin and then richie just goes “how the fuck” and kisses eddie

-“did i not do this sooner” and they both laugh and date and its beautiful


this playlist is super cute and i love it: https://open.spotify.com/user/mikes-wheeler/playlist/6pCfo43Q4PTgv7hmM25dHP?si=VUXSQfyf

eddie: https://open.spotify.com/user/itmovieofficial/playlist/7zF77ewvkhIlddBfGt7YlS?si=tcvbZ7ok

richie: https://open.spotify.com/user/itmovieofficial/playlist/0aiximCqm9ajRzlyT0bNOn?si=yjD4ZX7Q

A little Celebration

(Markiplier x LilSister!Reader)

Originally posted by typicalfangirlofstuffandthings

Request: In celebration of Marching Band season, Marks sister comes home one day and tells Mark “guess who’s the color guard section leader!” Everyone is proud of her and Mark and her do a video showing off their marching band skills (guard and trumpet). Idk man I’m just kind of pumped up for guard.

Mark stood at his desk clicking through social media a hand rested on his face as music played through one earphone. He heard the slam of the front door and realized what time it was. The loud steps of feet were heard, and before he even had time to pause his playlist his little sister burst through the door and exclaimed “Mark! Guess what!!” She was out of breath and panting but her excitement had her bouncing like a child. She didn’t wait for him to ask what “I’m color guard section leader!!” She screamed and jumped and down a huge grin plastered on her face. Mark mimicked the same expression his smile was large and he rushed to her picking her up slightly in a hug. “Congratulations (Y/N)!!” He had forgotten about how she was getting the news, Mark was very excited and proud of her.  “I found out during lunch, but I wanted to wait and surprise you,” “Aint a surprise I already knew you were gonna make it,” he said as he kissed her head. She smiled “thanks,” “Well this calls for a celebration!” he exclaimed “No no we don't have to do anything like that it’s just a small thing,” she protested “whatever this is a big deal and we are celebrating no complaints,” he insisted.

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kinda like the soundtrack to some dystopian horror game, one that’s haunting but in a super aesthetic way 

listen here

disclaimers/infodump under the cut

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Limerence - Chapter XI

Limerence Masterlist

Characters: Sehun and OC (Ursula)

Warnings: This series contains mentions of assault, sexual violence, and stalking.

Word Count: 3.8k

Limerence:  The state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person, typically experienced involuntarily and characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one’s feelings.

Have you ever felt like the world was against you? Do you know what it feels like to have life going so smoothly, and then life just throws something in your face to make life more difficult? As if it just wanted to catch you off guard and trip you up?

It seemed like everything in my life was going great. I was advancing in my job, I was healthy and happy, I had a loving boyfriend, where did it go wrong? Was my life going along too smoothly? I didn’t have the smoothest years behind me, so why can’t I just have a few smooth years to make up for that? Why is it that life seems to want to ruin my happiness with whatever it has up its sleeve?

“They found his body a few miles upstream. The level of decay to his body makes it difficult to pinpoint exactly how long he has been dead, but longer than three weeks I know that much. His face was badly beaten, unrecognizable basically. Thankfully, he still had some of his teeth so we could match dental records to find his identity.”

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a/n: typed this up real quick for the free day in 13 days of halloween! i had a lot of fun with these prompts so big thank you to the person who organized this :) this is a halloween-y road trip ft. chowder and the tadpoles. dex is the new team dad. it’s a fun time.

“I’m not going to be the stupid horror movie white kid who fucks with ghosts,” Dex declares in no uncertain terms, giving Tango an extremely judgmental look over his mug of still steaming hot cocoa.

He’s sitting on the couch crisscross applesauce, a fuzzy throw draped across his lap which is kind of a stretch seeing that Nursey has appropriated half of it. The cover of the blanket makes Nursey think it’s okay to periodically run his hand up the inside of Dex’s thigh and make him choke every few minutes. Dex kind of hates him.

“I’m not going if Dex isn’t going,” Chowder pipes up, flashing Whiskey an apologetic smile.

“Yeah,” says Nursey, his thumb rubbing small circles at Dex’s hip. Dex turns to glare at him and Nursey offers a lazy yet stupidly charming smile, “me either.”

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Many ways that guardian angels can help Chirebrum!

Guards or Carers can help ChiRebrum in many ways, I made a list for Long Distance Tips so here’s the close distance one! [I will use they/them only]

Help them tie their shoes

This seems to be a constant issue with a lot of people. It’s very annoying to do and honestly it’s just a minor thing!

Help them wash their hair dry if they can’t get in the shower or bath by themself due to executive dysfunction or fears.

This is important. Some people are very afraid of the shower/bath or too depressed to get into it due to mental illness or other factors. Please be understanding of this issue, they don’t want to be intentionally dirty, it’s just hard.

Offer them attention by giving them comfort touches if they are comfortable with it (Petting, patting of the back, holding hands)

Some people are comforted by those kinds of touches when they do something good for themselves/their own sake (eating/changing/etc) specially people who suffer from a mental illness such as PDs and the like.

Offer to help them pick their clothes if they ask for help or seem uncertain.

Some trans people who need help passing, and some people suffer from executive dysfunction and their decision making is disordered (for people with dpd and bpd for example)

Give them their pacifer to help them relax

Some ChiRe may use a paci to stim.

Order for them at a restaurant

I know that I can have difficulty with ordering food due to really bad anxiety, and it can be even harder when regressed. Ask them what they want in advance, and then order for the both of you.

Offer to go with them to Doctor and therapist appointments! Or help them with going to appointments in general

Sometimes going alone can cause a lot of anxiety! When regressed, some may go non-verbal, and need their carer to help them get across what they need to say.

Napping together can be really nice!
Napping can help with stress. If they just want to nap alone, tuck them in. Check on them in a bit. If they have a nightmare, comfort them.

Remind them of their accomplishments
Some ChiRe, when feeling very low or depressed, may need to hear how proud their carers are of them (especially if they have a pd). It can help boost their mood a little.

Help them set reminders for medication
ChiRes with memory issues may forget to take their medication. Ask them if they have taken it. 
It may also help to remind them of other things they may need to do. Invest in colourful sticky notes and to-do lists.

Read books to them
I love being read to while I draw, or am trying to fall asleep. Read some of their favourite books to them before bed, or if they are feeling down. Some ChiRes may have difficulty reading when regressed at a younger age.

Go places together!
Plan some fun things to do. Go to the movies together, plan a picnic, go on a walk etc. Maybe go to the zoo, or vist a museum. Maybe even go to an asument park and win your ChiRe a prize to take home.
 Have a fun day together.

Cook treats together!
I know that I love to bake with my carer. Depending on your diet, make fun treats together. Look up recipies to make colourful food. Maybe bake some Halloween cookies, and watch movies after.

Have fun inside.
Perhaps they are feeling low on spoons, or can’t deal with going outside. That’s okay! Maybe plan some games inside. Play video games, board games, build a pillow fort, have a movie marathon. Watch some kiddie cartoons.

Maybe make some arts and crafts together.

If can be hard to do chores when regressed. Help them out and make them a little more fun. Play some music while cleaning, or set timers and do things one at a time.
People with various mental illnesses and disabilities may have a hard time completing or even starting chores. Helping them clean their rooms and organize things may help some ChiRes feel accomplished that they have done something.

Help them reach things.
My carer is taller than I am, and I often need help reaching things.
If you’re taller than your ChiRe, help them out with reaching items. As well, keep dangerous things away from them by putting that stuff high up. (or perhaps hide all the sweets up there, and give it to them as a reward).

Put a relaxing playlist together.
If they have trouble sleeping, or need something to listen to in order to relax, make a nice calming playlist for them to listen to.

Blue Eyes & Loud Music

Requested by thatsgayrin: tysm for the request! I had SO much fun writing this one, this is definitely one of my favorites so far. (i even decided to post it a day early oops) I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Nico’s first two semesters of college turn out much differently than he planned when he finds himself falling for his roommate.

Word Count: 3479 (wow this is a long one)

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“Thanks again, Jason.”

“No problem,” Nico’s older friend replied, carrying a large cardboard box in his arms.

Nico carried a smaller box, but that was because he would need to be able to open the door once he got to his new dorm room. He walked down the hall, looking at the numbers by each room door, counting until they made it to his. The door was already open a crack. Nico took a deep breath. His roommate must already be there.

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At the Corner of You and Me

This is an answer to everyone who wanted me to write about Cisco finding out about Caitlin’s powers in a terribly dramatic fashion. That answer is no.

At the Corner of You and Me

Caitlin shifted her weight from foot to foot, considering the rows of boxes. Glossy women with shiny hair in different shades smiled out at her, promising that her hair could look like that too, smooth and even and not streaked with ice-white.

She pressed the thought down, down, down.

She picked two boxes off the shelf and scowled over them. Was she more of an Amber Shimmer? Or a Summer Chestnut?

And there had been that Golden Sunset one …

“Looking for a change?”

She shrieked and jumped backward, dropping both boxes. Cisco yelped too. “Wow. Jumpy much?”

“What are you doing here?” she asked, staring.

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Begin Again - The Spotify Interview

Keira Knightley, Adam Levine, and Mark Ruffalo star in Begin Again, director John Carney’s love letter to both music and New York City…

So, it goes like this: Gretta (Knightley) and her boyfriend/songwriting partner Dave (Levine) move to New York City when Dave lands a record deal. Success leads him astray, and the relationship deteriorates, leaving Gretta alone in a new city. Dan (Ruffalo), a recently fired record executive, discovers a heartbroken Gretta performing in an East Village bar and is reinvigorated by her raw talent. The two set off on a music adventure across New York…

We sat down with the three leads to talk about inspirations for the film.

Begin Again is truly a film about relationship defined by music, do you remember a time in your own life that was punctuated by music?

Adam: When I was 19 I fell in love with this girl. I was getting gas and I saw her and fell madly in love with her right at that moment - so, I kind of semi-stalked her a little bit. I found out where she worked, and I knew her car – she had a Grateful Dead sticker on the back of it. Maybe I followed her… just for a minute or something… I was young! And then I wrote a song about her. I knew someone who worked with her and I had them play her this tape. And sure enough, it was played enough that she asked what it was. So they told her who I was and she said she wanted to meet me. And then this whole, amazing love story took place. And it wound up being this girl that I wrote about 20 other songs about. I was infatuated with her for three or four years. That’s a pretty profound experience where music is directly linked to my life.

Certainly. Amazing.

Mark: Mine was around my first love and the Ghost in the Machine album by The Police. I played it with this girl about 500 times. And then I had my first kiss with her, and then maybe some second base too… [laughs]. That was pretty profound, and now anytime I hear that album or any song from it I get very sentimental.

Keira: I actually don’t have one.

Mark: You’re married to a musician, dude!

Keira: OK. Oh! Grace Jones’ La Vie En Rose.That was the album that was playing a lot when I met my husband. So, yeah, every time that comes on I think, “That’s good! She’s cool!”

Adam: Doesn’t it feel good to talk about it?

Keira: It doesn’t feel good at all! I’m English, I don’t know [laughs]. I need to stop using that excuse.

Adam and Mark: [laughs].

Adam: She’s English.

Each of your characters share qualities with people in the music industry…  did you channel anyone in your performance? Keira?

Keira: Not really, no. Partly because we didn’t get the songs until two days before we got into the studio. So there wasn’t really any time to figure out who she might be a bit like. It was just a matter of getting the songs, getting into the studio, and figuring out what felt good.

Mark: I wasn’t really channeling anybody, but I did steal heavily in the visual sense from Wayne Coyne of The Flaming Lips. Which I’m not at all embarrassed to say, but I want to add the appendage that it was out of great respect to someone I admire deeply.

Adam, I’m sure there are bits and pieces you pulled from your own life. But was there anyone else you looked towards?

Adam: I don’t think so, not directly. I definitely pulled from my own life. And also from guys I’ve been around who have totally lost their way. I tried to marry the two. Actually, I had no choice but to improvise with it. This guy, my character, I know this guy. I know he’s not an actual person, and I know what this guy is going through, and while it’s different from what I went through, there is that kind of person that I truly know. The stages of looks, facial hair, everything, you can kind of tell who this dude is and where he lives and who he struggles with. There is that guy. I don’t know who that is, but I know that somebody. And now he’s this guy!

Keira, this is the first time your singing voice is featured prominently in a film, was there a sort of vulnerability to the performance on set?

Keira: We didn’t actually do it live on set. The last film I sang a bit in, we did do totally live on set, and that was completely terrifying… But this one we recorded it all beforehand in the studio. And I’m somebody who likes to prepare a lot before roles or whatever, so it was pretty terrifying to not have the music until two days before. There wasn’t any chance of preparing. But it was really interesting as well, because it meant I had to come to terms with the fact that I don’t express myself through music. Trying to get my head into somebody that did that, it was a challenge.

Mark: It made you really cranky. I could see that.

Adam: I never saw Kranky Keira.

Keira: That’s because I projected it all on Mark. I was angsty. What I found interesting was that you always hear about musicians getting very drunk in recording studios, but I was only offered a green tea. I don’t think that helped with my level of anxiety. It was definitely a very clean, green environment.

Mark: It did help make your singing even more virtuosic.

Keira: [laughs]

New York City is really on display in this film, and it makes sense because New York has such a strong musical history. Mark, as a New Yorker, what is your quintessential song for the city?

Mark: It would have to be Halloween Parade by Lou Reed. And Walk on the Wild Side, Lou Reed is quintessential New York to me.

Adam, coming to New York for this film, do you have any songs you feel really suit the place?

Adam: Lou Reed is definitely very New York. Good answer. Other than the cliché things that we immediately gravitate towards, For Once In My Life by Stevie Wonder and Luck Be A Lady by Frank Sinatra. Those are two of my favorite songs in the world, and they’re so New York…. But I want to go with something that is New York City to me, but isn’t about New York City. OK, I’m going to say Still Crazy After All These Years, by Paul Simon.

After working on a film that marries music and film so well, have your feelings on the importance of music in film changed?

Keira: Well it is always a very strange thing to watch a rough cut of a film when they don’t have the score, it’s the most bizarre thing. And that’s when you really see how important music is in film… It’s such a huge part of filmmaking.

What about with this film specifically?

Keira: Yes, this film specifically because it’s about music; it’s so central to the whole storyline. It’s about the creation of an album, so yes it’s a very important part of this film.

Mark: This film wouldn’t be anywhere near what it is without the music [laughs]. And particularly John Carney’s take on music. The way he weaves it so beautifully into story and character without it ever feeling like we’re breaking for a musical number… which can be lovely! Don’t get me wrong.

Adam: There’s nothing wrong with musical numbers, we both love it… We don’t love it. But we don’t hate it.

Keira: It’s fine, we all feel fine about it [laughs].

Adam: I think that there’s something about music in general for me that makes me feel a little bit more alive.

Do you think the way you make music was affected by your experience in this film?

Adam: You know what, I would love to score a movie. That’s one thing I haven’t done that I would absolutely sink my teeth into. Someday.

Thanks guys!

To really get into the characters in Begin Again, check out their awesomely revealing playlists.




Be sure to check out the film in theaters now!

Plus, find your music match with our brand new Begin Again inspired experience. Connect on Spotify now to find others who share your taste in music.  

The World Series: Game Three

A series of ficlets [one for each game played] that revolve around Kate Beckett’s love of the Mets, their 2015 World Series against the Royals, and the ongoing separation of Beckett from Castle. Set between 8x05 ‘The Nose’ and 8x06 ‘Cool Boys’. Spoilers for all aired episodes. Read the others in the series here.

No matter what Esposito had told her when she left the bar, she isn’t drunk. 

Kate determines that she’s pleasantly buzzed; the kind that makes her a little giggly and a bit uncoordinated, turns her speech into something slower than her precise consonants and vowels generated by an upbringing in Manhattan. 

Castle would say that she becomes uninhibited, just enough alcohol in her system that the more reserved part of her personality brought on by tragedy, chosen career, and general adulthood falls away to reveal the person that really just wants to live a life that she enjoys. 

Tonight she’s mostly just happy, basking in the glowing of few too many drinks and the Mets absolute domination of Kansas City for their first World Series win. A 9-3 smashing of the Royals has left her feeling like she could run from her spot on 96th Street all the way to SoHo and the loft that still calls to her, ever insistent that she simply pack up the meager piles of belongings she’s taken away and go home. 

Home is a place where she’d like to go because, right now, even in her easy joy there is a certain hollowness. Much like everything else in her life, Kate accepts while standing outside the bar that her life is incomplete. No matter how good things are, it feels wrong without Castle at her side. He is the piece of the puzzle that is missing to complete the picture; the one that would take her simple delight and have it overflow until she was breathless with laughter and her cheeks hurt from smiling. That kind of bliss is something that she hasn’t had since she answered a phone call from Vikram Singh that helped turn her life upside down. 

Even with her buzz, one that reminds her of her choices and the pain they’ve caused with the same buoyancy of her World Series elation, she can’t forget that particular point. Vikram assisted in the choice by bringing it to her attention but she, Katherine Beckett, is the one who disrupted her life and hurt someone that she loves.

Her arm is growing tired of being extended in the air to hail a cab by the time one finally slows and quickly shifts lanes to pull smoothly to the curve. It takes her a minute to pour herself into the backseat and to close the door, to double check that she hasn’t left her keys, her bag or her phone resting on the table that she, Espo, Ryan and a few others from the Twelfth had used to eat a late dinner, drink a little too much and watch the game.  

“Where ya goin’?” The accent from her driver is pleasantly New Jersey, a surprising change from the myriad of foreign tongues that she encounters on most of her trips via yellow colored cars. 

“595 Broome Street,” falls out of her mouth effortlessly, a spike of shock at the request followed quickly by a purr of pleasure. Even though Kate could change her mind, apologize for giving an incorrect destination and deliver the accurate one to her by-the-month studio sublet, she stays quiet as the cab pulls away from the curb and into traffic.

She’s going home, at least for the moment. She’s going home to see her husband. 

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