i touched the bass

Flip Flap Flip Flap (but with mallet percussion)
TO-MAS ft. Chima
Flip Flap Flip Flap (but with mallet percussion)

“stop making mallet covers of the flip flappers music,” you all say.

“no,” i reply, scouring the internet for the epic climax everything-is-cool-and-we’re-getting-our-happy-ending sheet music so i can make a mallet percussion cover of it

30 Things Said By Musicians Preparing Recitals
  1. “Does this instrument make me look fat?”
  2. “What do you mean we can’t move the pianos out of the practice room??”
  3. “I’m considering buying a cot and just setting it up under the stairs so I don’t have to leave the building.”
  4. *crying because the vending machine filled with Starbucks isn’t working*
  5. “I will trade my firstborn for that cookie.” “Wouldn’t your wife object?” “She’s a teacher she can just steal a new one.”
  6. *bribing their accompanist with coffee in exchange for upping the tempo*
  7. “So I almost broke the pedal board on the grand trying to practice, so I went home and screamed into a pillow instead.”
  8. *oboist crying because their professor knocked over a concert reed*
  9. *vocalist actively swearing because their significant other has strep*
  10. “If you touch my bass, I will kill you and hide the body in its case.”
  11. “Is wine bad for your embouchure?”
  12. ‘My larynx feels like a pogo stick after this song, I think I need to take a day off.”
  13. “I will be you slave for all of next semester for half a slice of that pizza.”
  14. *happy crying because they finished memorizing 90% of their repertoire*
  15. “Three of my classes today were cancelled, it was great!” “What did you do?” “I, uh, practiced an extra two hours and ate lunch for the first time this week.”
  16. *yodeling because their professor said it might help*
  17. “I should just take up a super rare instrument, then virtuosic performance would be waaaaay easier.”
  18. “Were you playing a kazoo in the practice rooms?” “SHUT UP IT HELPS.”
  19. “I drank caffeinated tea today and I could feel the entire vocal faculty judging me.”
  20. *tells a freshman on New Student audition day that heard them practice that yeah, they were totally auditioning into the program later*
  21. “Is it a good thing or a bad thing that I’ve cried in my lesson the past three weeks?”
  22. “Is it a good thing or a bad thing that my teacher cried in my lesson yesterday?”
  23. “****ing Brahms.”
  24. “**** TRILLS.”
  25. “I’ve taken some business courses, opening a coffee shop in Maine is TOTALLY a viable career path.”
  26. “Are those pajamas you’re wearing?” “I call it ‘Musician Chic,’ and it’s what happens when you have to choose between food and getting your favorite practice room in the morning.”
  27. “How is designing a poster SO HARD.”
  28. “Do you think my professor would notice if I submitted last year’s program for this recital, too?”
  29. “I fell asleep on the piano so I decided it was time to go to the lounge to sleep instead.”
  30. “You should all totally come to my recital, I think it’s going to be amazing! :) :) :)”

So, after our band concert, @bucketofbeans21 and I were talking while waiting to speak to the band director. She said “timpanamani” and I instantly began making fun of her for it.

“I live in a timanamani… a timanamanamani…-”
“I think it’s called… uh… a bass! (As in fish)”
“Whoa. That’s a pretty big bass.”
“Don’t you dare, mister!”
*Saxophone touches the bass and the orchestra takes him in*
“Hi! I’m first violin, and this is my sister, second violin. Don’t listen to her, she’s crazy.”
*Saxophone walks over to piano and the viola runs up to him*
“MY PIANO… my piano…”
“I… I’m looking for my director…”
“Well, he’s probably back at the stage.”
“Actually, I’m from… band…”
*Saxophone gets stuck behind the piano and the bass calmly walks up to him*
“Just relax. Suck in your stomach, and take it one step at a time.”
“B-But I have a bad key!”
“So do I.”
*bass turns to show him a bad fine-tuner*
“God dammit it’s the other bass”
“They’re going to take you to solo and ensemble… They’re… THEY’RE MUSICIAN KILLERS!”
“Alright, we’re going to and we’ll be in band! *shows up on the field with marching band* God dammit”

A Chance at the Hidden Power. Pt.8

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Warning: Swearing and mentions of sex

Summary: Calum in Y/N body goes on a date and Calum teaches Y/N bass.


I sighed for what was probably the 50th time today, looking at Calum across the room stuffing crisps in his mouth then picking the crumbs out from between his boobs and eating them. He was slouching on the sofa with one leg spread open over the arm rest and the other one stretched out in front of him. He had Michaels shirt on but he had tucked it under his bra because he was ‘getting hotter than hell’ in it, but he didn’t want to go through the effort of taking it off. Basically the way he was sat made me look ridiculously fat and I was starting to grow anxious of what the boys might think if suddenly they came into the room. When Calum stopped eating the Jumbo Bag of Cheetos, he wiped his hands all over the shorts I had just bought then started to squish his belly together then let it go, making it. That was breaking point.

“Calum!” I whined,  hurrying over to him and yanking the shirt out of his bra and pulling it down, making sure it covered his belly. He looked at me as if I was crazy and tried to pull the shirt back up but I kept it pinned to his hips and laid on top of him so he couldn’t move.

“What the fuck are you taking,” Calum mumbled before watching the TV and running his hands through my hair, wrapping his fingers around my short curls. I relaxed on top of him, moving my hands so I could rest my head on them but even that was uncomfortable so I threw my arms over the sofa arm and rested my head on Calums thigh.

It had been a couple of days since Amy’s phone call and the only words she said that played over and over again in my mind were that Calum and I would have to get along. I’m not complaining about that as so far we truly have been getting along but what if suddenly it was too end?

What if i’m always going to be Calum? Always stuck in the body of a famous rock star, but not being able to play the fucking instrument he’s connected with.

I wouldn’t dare giving up his dream. I’d have to learn the ropes of his job and so would he with mine. I kissed then bit Calum’s thigh before standing up abruptly, getting a harsh slap on the back of my thigh from Calum.

“That was rude.” Calum mumbled, rubbing his thigh then looking up at me with a frown and a pout. I nearly cried at the sight but I smiled at him cheekily and winked before grabbing his hands and pulling him to his feet.

“If we’re going to be trapped in each others body we have to learn each others ways,” I said walking up the stairs pulling Calum with me by his hand, he nearly tripped up but grabbed onto my hip to steady himself. I walked into his room and grabbed his bass sitting down on the bed with it in the correct way (see! I’m not that dumb!). Calum raised his eyebrow at me and crossed his arms under his boobs, popping his hip out to the side but I just kept looking at him as if what I was doing was the right thing to do. Which it bloody well was.

“For god sake. How hard can photography be?” Calum said with a roll of his eyes and biting his lip in frustration.

“Well since it took me a whole 3 years to get a diploma, pretty fucking hard-”

“What? Harder than your dick every morning you wake up next to me?” Calum cut me off before doubling over with laughter, snorts coming from him which made me look and sound attractive. Not.

“Let me fucking finish you twat.” I kicked out at him making him yelp out, “First teach me how to play.” Calum’s face lit up at what I said and stopped is temper tantrum before it could get any worse. He sat in front of me on his knees and plucked a few strings, turning the bobby bits probably tuning it. Ever since the boys formed the band I was always fascinated when they, well Michael Luke and Calum, tuned their instruments.

Luke would always do it hunched over in the corner or on the edge of his seat, his eyebrows furrowing together in concentration, groaning and swearing loudly when he tuned it incorrectly. Michael would always sit next to me whilst doing it, making silly jokes about being surprised his fingers even reached the strings but finishing tuning it within a matter of minutes. But Calum would always sit in silence, only the smallest chuckle coming from him whenever someone said something funny. His tongue would peak out the side of his mouth, the deep pink contrasting beautifully with his dark caramel skin.

“Ok so lets get started,” he said plucking a string and looking up at me with a small smile and bright eyes. I nodded and smiled back at him, waiting for him to continue.

“This is the G chord” He let it ring and moved down to the next chord “This is D, A and E. And these are the chords I write most of the songs off.”

“Ok and what do they mean?” I asked him, watching as he retracted his hands away from the bass. He looked at me, questioning where this conversation would go to.

“Well they’re the chords Y/N.”

“And?” I really wasn’t sure what he wanted me to understand but for starts, it wasn’t going well.

“They make different sounds..” Calum said stupidly, giving me a dumbfounded look.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that. I’ve never touched a bass guitar in my life. I haven’t even touched Michaels guitar for crying out loud!” I was getting frustrated and Calum could tell, his eyes wide and his hands up in fake surrender.

“Fine sorry! Let me explain.” He mumbled before gesturing at the bass, “These are the tuning pegs, this is the head, neck body and the bridge. This is nut, fret and finger board. And these switches here are the controls, this one controls volume, this one controls bass tone, this one the treble tone and this one is the balancer. Got it?”

“Kind of.” I shrugged, taping my feet on the ground.

“Ok which song would you like to learn first?” He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face and pulling at his hair slightly.

“Beside you, it’s my favourite.” I spoke grinning at Calum. He looked up at me and smiled, crinkles forming by his eyes.

“You mean that?” He whispered, putting his hands down on my thighs.

“Yeah. It’s one of the best songs you’ve ever wrote.” I said confidently. Calum chuckled before moving my fingers along the fret board.

“It starts of like this, pluck D A D G B E..”

“You know what I can’t fucking do this! Bass is too hard. I can’t feeling my fingers, my head hurts and I think I have a boner.” I panted after two hours of Calum teaching me the chords. Usually I was good at learning quickly, but every time we went from the chorus onwards I kept fucking up.

“Why and how the fuck do you have a boner? Plus, you’re actually doing really well.” Calum beamed up at me a look of confusion still in his eyes when he saw the boner.

“Ok but for today I think I’ve learnt enough and I don’t know.” I shrugged. We stared at it for a little longer before Calum spoke up.

“No, one more time! We’ll just ignore your little problem and sing the song, yeah?”

“NO! God no” I gasped, glaring at Calum.

“What can you not sing? You’re a world rock star.” Calum raised his eyebrows at me, a smirk on his face.

“1. You’re not a 'world’ rockstar 2. No I can’t sing.” I rolled my eyes, pushing Calums face away.

“But you’re in my body and you have my voice so you can,” Calum laughed, slapping my hand away from his face. “You can sing the last bit of it if you want too.”

“O-ok” I said exhaling deeply

“When we both fall asleep underneath the sam-” I stated to sing, but Calum’s laughter cut me off.

“Y/N, you got to play the bass as-well” he laughed “You got to sing and play, aren’t girls supposed to be good at multi-tasking?”

“Yeah but this is hard” I whined, lolling my head back for a minute before looking back at him.

“Start again” He said leaning back and watching me intently.

“When we both fall asleep underneath the same sky, to the beat of our hearts at the same time. So close but so far away.” I stopped playing bass quickly moving my fingers to the next chord and gave Calum a appoagetic look but carried on.

“Can you hear me?” Calum sang awfully and when I looked over at him, he was smiling up at me looking memorised. I laughed softly before singing again.

“She sleeps alone, my heart wants to come home. I wish I was, I wish I was beside you.
She lies awake, I’m trying to find the words to say. I wish I was, I wish I was beside you.”
I locked eyes with Calum who was lip syncing with me, his eyes closed and hands clasped together, pressed to his chest.

“She lies awake.. beside you..I wish I was, I wish I was…
She sleeps alone; my heart wants to come home, I wish I was, I wish I was…”
I finished strumming up and down the bass and smiling in victory at Calum

“Well done,” he clapped. I stood up leaning Calum’s bass against the wall and flopping back down onto the bed. “Even though you skipped a lot of the end but oh well, you still did it!”

“My fingers hurt now,” I whined, ignoring the part about missing some of the song.

“Aww bub,” Calum giggled throwing himself on me and laying on my chest. “They will hurt but I use this cream that makes them more calloused and also the way your fingers move you get used to it, it makes you good at fingering too. That’s why girls love me so much.” He winked at me, drawing patterns on my chest.

I scoffed at him playfully before grabbing his hips and pulling the lower half of his body over my hips, his legs on either side. He smiled at me sweetly, kissing me on the forehead quickly before grabbing a hold of my camera, which was on the bedside table and turned it on.

“So whats your inspiration?” he asked, pointing the camera down at me. I heard of the shutter and saw Calum smile at the screen. Calum rolled off my body to the space next to me, his back against the headboard, sitting on the pillows. I moved over and laid my head in his lap so I could see what he was doing with my camera.

“I find something beautiful and I take a picture of it.” Calum rolled his eyes and gagged, clicking onto the photo gallery scrolling through the photographs.

“Theres a lot of Michael. So you truly do find him beautiful, ay.” Calum asked, his voice a little bit more deflated then before.

“Michael is a beautiful human, not going to lie. Probably one of the most beautiful things ever to grace this planet. But most of the time you ignore me on stage and Luke interacts with the fans and its hard to capture ones of Ashton.” I tried to shrug but I ended up jabbing myself in the face.

“You don’t have any of me.” he said sadly scrolling through the Japan concert photo’s, clearing not listening to what I just said. I rolled my eyes and huffed.

“I tend not to go near you or I delete them after I’ve posted them, in fear you might embarrass me on stage.” I mumbled into his leg but he could still hear me.

“What about this one?” he says showing me the camera, it was the picture of him smiling at the ground, looking absolutely hypnotising as the sun radiated off of him, his curls unruly and sunglasses halfway down his nose.

“I’ve never seen this one., Y/N..” He said almost questioning me. He looked at me for a sign of disgust but all I did was look right back at him. He narrowed his eyes at me before looking back at the photo and smiling.

“I didn’t realise I took it until we got back, but I kept it because you looked.. uh.. You looked something, I just don’t know what.” I lied quickly, not wanting to make his ego any bigger than it was.

“Thanks I guess?” He chuckled, running his hands quickly through my hair, “You’re pretty fucking amazing at photography.”

“Did THE Calum Hood just compliment me!?” I sat bolt up, playfully staring at him in a shocked state. He smiled before it turned into a scowl, quickly looking at the camera and turning it off.

“Yeah well- don’t get fucking used to it.” I sat shocked as his behaviour completely changed, his demeanour becoming hostile and nasty. He jumped away from me and sat at the end of the bed, placing the camera down rather sharply.

“Remember Calum, you have the date tonight which I’m pretty excited for please don’t ruin it.” I spat, “Like you do with most things.” I grabbed my phone and walked out of the room, slamming the door as loud as I possibly could.

*Calum’s POV*

I grabbed a hold the 'ELF - liquid eyeliner’ screwing off the lid and grabbing a hold of the thin brush, wiping off any excess liquid. I had managed to do the foundation and contour baking it just like Y/N had showed me a few hours ago.  Y/N wasn’t here as the boys grabbed a hold of her for a boys night and I was left by myself no matter how hard Y/N protests. She had told me the basics and I remembered how she did her make-up from the party a few days ago. Well apart from eyeliner.

Why do I have to go on a date? Its so gay. I’ve got to sit through a guy, who is probably gonna show his fuckboy side, talking about 'how beautiful I look’ and all those other cheesy pick-up lines. I don’t even know what Y/N saw in this Mason guy. Sure he was tall, had a perfect quiff and bright blue eyes. Almost like a dark haired version of Luke but more punk with tattoos and a nose ring.

I dipped the brush into the black eyeliner practising on my hand the flick. I closed my eye drawing a wing and colouring it in. It looked alright I guessed. I closed the other eye doing exactly the same, apart from a small cock-up. I put down the eyeliner and gave a deep breath looking at myself in the mirror.

I was sat in a red lace pair of underwear and a matching bra which pushed Y/N’s boobs up a lot, making them mouth wateringly delicious. I grabbed the mascara applying it to my lashes and trying not to poke myself in the eye with the brush. I screwed the brush back into the rest of the pot and put it in the make-up bag. I stood up fluttering my eyelashes at the mirror and smiling.

Oh damn! I made Y/N look good. I turned around smacking my own ass giggling as I watched it bounce, then giggling more when I could feel it jiggle as I walked to the other side of the wardrobe.

Y/N had such an amazing body and had an even more amazing ass but I just don’t know why she gets self conscious. However, I swear when I’m back in my own body I’m going to fuck her doggy style and watch her perfect ass bounce off my cock. I miss my cock. I looked down putting my hand down my pants and stroking over my newly shaven vagina. I haven’t yet masturbated, I’ve always wondered what it would be like. Maybe Ill do it when I get back from this stupid fucking date. But it would be even better if I watched Y/N do it to herself when she’s back in this temple she has as a body.

I pulled out Y/N’s little black dress and threw it over. At the front it had some sort of lacy material which went as far down as the middle of my breasts. I untucked my straightened hair from the dress flicking it over my shoulders. I heard a knock on the door and looked at the time, it was 7pm and he was here. Great time to put on Y/N’s heels, which hurt my feet so much. I put them on grabbing my bag and Y/N’s white cardigan.

I opened the door and Mason was stood there in a black shirt and blazer with very tight skinny jeans. The shirt was rolled up over his elbows showing off his tattoo’s. He had a black nose ring in and his hair was in a quiff, curls escaping around his neck though. I must admit, if I were born a girl I’d let Mason fuck me but there was something about him I didn’t like.

“Hey,” I said smiling as best as I could at him even though right now he was making me want to crawl back in my bed and call Y/N to come home.

“Wow, you’re-you wow..so breath taking..” He stuttered, his eyes straight straight at my chest.

“Jesus fuck,” I sighed rolling my eyes, letting the fake smile I had on fall.

“What? Please tell me you know how good you look right now.” Mason said, moving out my way as I closed and locked the front door.

“I always look good.” I smirked running my hands over Y/N’s incredible body, staring straight at Mason as I licked my lips.

“C'mon then, lets g-go..” Mason stuttered, following me like a lost puppy to his own car.

We had gotten to the fancy restaurant and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I’d never taken anyone on a date, usually it would just be a one night stand. Also I’m not even classing this as a date, Im classing this as getting information, seeing if Mason was a fuckboy and free food. The overly uptight waitress took us to our table and we sat down and she handed us the menus.

“So tell me about yourself.” Mason said placing his menu down and smiling at me, taking a sip from the fresh water that was already on the table.

“I’m a world famous bassist and I’ve been on a lot of magazine covers along with touring with one direction” I said bashfully, Mason snorted wiping his eyes.

“Y/N you are funny, but really what do you do?” Fuck.

“Oh-h” I coughed “I love taking photos. Well i’m touring with my brothers band doing their photography and putting them online.” I smoothly recovered. “I’m also basically in charge of two out of four of them as well.”

“Oh, how cute.” He said, not sounding bothered. “What do you take pictures of?” I looked at him dumbfounded but he was staring at my tits, which is why he didn’t listen. I thought of all the things to say before I remembered what Y/N said earlier today.

“I take photos of beautiful things; things that inspire me.” I spoke, drinking some of my water.

“Oh sweet, so you take a lot of selfies.” He flirted with a wink, so I gave him a sarcastic laugh at how cheesy he was being and looked back down at the menu. The rest of the night went on like this and I was getting so freaked out about it I couldn’t finish my food. However to be polite I still went home with him, much to my gut feeling of something being of I did it for Y/N.

Once we’d gotten back to Mason’s house, I didn’t really think that much of it. It’s the first date and if he really was portraying himself as a gentleman then its not like he’s going to come onto me that fast. I put Y/N purse down on the counter top and looked around. It was a nice small flat and had a large TV with X-box in the middle.

“Do you have Fifa?” I asked

“Yeah, but you’re a girl.” Mason scoffed.

“Don’t underestimate me.” I smiled. Mason laughed walking over to the xbox and turning it on. He handed me a controller setting up the teams and the players. I sat down onto his lime green sofa, still wearing these heels but I’ve gotten used to them. I leant back as Mason joined me on the sofa.

“Ready to get your ass beat?”

“By you? Not a chance” He giggled. I just smiled, since I was in Y/N’s body I hadn’t had the chance to actually play fifa and when I play against the boys its to easy.

“Game on babe.”

We had managed to get through 2 whole games and I had won both of them laughing at Mason because for a dude he’s really shit at Fifa. I stood up going over to the kitchen and grabbing a beer doing my magic trick with the bottles. I heard a gasp come from behind me and Mason was smirking. ,

“I know this is super inappropriate from the first date, but fuck you’re so fucking sexy. Wearing this dress and you’re beautiful body and beating me at Fifa, like fuck Y/N.” Mason groaned walking up to me. He got super close pushing me up against the counter, running his hand over my legs and under the dress rubbing circles. I tried pushing him away but he gripped onto tighter and it was starting to scare me.

“I know you’re attracted to me Y/N.” he moaned pushing his crotch into me. WHOA NO. I used all my strength to push him off me before grabbing my purse and running out of his house making sure to slam the door. I ran as far as I could in these heels, stopping in a park. I sighed deeply before running my hands through my hair. Where the fuck was I? This was the worst part of touring, I had no idea where to go. The only thing I knew what to do was call Y/N.

*Y/N’s POV*

I laughed at something Michael said as we sat at the bowling ally. Luke grabbed a hold of the green bowling ball slotting his fingers into the hole and walking towards the lane. I looked at the time it was coming 11pm and that means the date with Mason for sure was over by now. I’m just hoping things went smoothly. Knowing Calum he probably sassed him too much and went home to sleep and eat.

When it was my turn I stood up and went to grab a ball but stopped as my phone started vibrating in my pocket. Caller ID Calum. I excused myself from the boys, saying that one of them could take my go and walked over to the bar. I picked up the phone pushing it straight to my ear.

“How’d it go? Is Mason a good guy? Isn’t he just so dreamy..what did you talk about? Did you make me look good?” I asked quickly, anxious to find out.

“Y/N,” I heard a whimper then a sob, I immediately tensed up, my fists clenching.

“Calum, are you ok?” I asked sternly.

“Please come get me.. I don’t know where I am and I’m actually really scared. Mason came on to me and I didn’t know what to do. I t-tried pushing him away but h-” He burst out crying, not being able to finish his sentence.

“Calum where are you?” I spoke softly in to the phone.

“I have no idea, I’m near a park and a restaurant called Bills burgers.” He hiccupped.

“I know where you are, we’re literally 5 minutes away, I’ll come get you Cal stay put,” I hung up the phone and started walking back over to the boys. Ashton was sipping on his coke and Luke was re-tying his bowling shoes.

“Whats up, everything ok?” Ashton asked, looking at me expectantly.

“Yeah, Y/N needs picking up I don’t think the date went well…” I scratched the back of my neck.

“And she called you?” Michael asked looking at me suspiciously, narrowing his eyes.

“Yeah, so I’m going to go pick her up.” I shrugged, sitting down and taking off my bowling shoes and replacing them with my trainers.

“Wait she called you” Luke looked dumbfounded, looking at me as if i were crazy. I nodded and looked at them all with a 'jesus calm down guys’ type of look.

“I’m coming with you then.” Michael said sitting down and going to take off his shoes.

“No Michael, I’ll go by myself.” I said sternly, looking down at him.

“What so you can try kill her again?” He snarled, jumping to his feet and getting in my face.

“Michael..” I whispered “I’m so fucking sorry for doing that you know I am, but Y/N and I have gotten closer and I just want to go get her by myself, to make sure she’s okay. Please trust me as all I’m going to do is pick her up and take her home.” Ashton nodded at Michael, who then sat back down into the chair glaring at me. I never knew how much Michael actually wanted to protect me. He was such an amazing human and I miss him so much just looking at him. I turned around walking out the double doors and towards my car, quickly getting in and sticking the key into the ignition and listening to the car come to life. I reversed out of the car park and drove down the road. I knew exactly where Calum was; it was where Ashton first took me on our first day in LA when we were hungry but to lazy too cook. I drove slowly down the LA streets that were  filled with creepy old men and a prostitutes.

I turned the corner where Bills burgers were and saw the park. I parked the car on the curb and got out, locking the doors. I then entered the park, instantly spotting that Calum was swinging on one of the cherry red sings, but as it was night it almost looked grey. As I got closer I heard the squeaking of the swing and Calum’s light sobs. I walked over the grass making a almost crunching sound as I climbed over the cold metal gate and over to the swings.

“Hey Cal,” I whispered trying not to startle Cal, he jumped up from the swings as if he was scared but saw it was me and ran into my arms, hugging him tightly.

“Y/N, I can’t do this anymore, I want my body back..” Calum sobbed into my chest, his cries getting louder and more heart breaking. I kissed the top of his head and held him tightly.

“I know Cal, I know” I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, quickly grabbing his phine and bag before making our way to the car, Calum looking up at me with glossy eyes and his head resting against my shoulder.

“I’m exhausted Y/N,” Calum mumbled so I picked him up bridal style, his arms wrapping around my neck and his face pressing against my shoulder. I carefully walked to the car, pressing the unlock button and opening the passenger door for Calum. I set calum down in the seat doing his seat belt for him, then taking off my jacket and laying it over his body. I closed the door and jogged to the other side of he car, spotting a few people poiting and staring at us. I glared at them before getting in and turning the car on again.

“How long do you think this will last?” Calum asked weakly from the passenger seat, his hand on my thigh.

“I have no idea, it could be another week, a month, a year or this could last forever…who knows” I replied, letting my hand interlace with his then driving back to the house. The place that we could truly be together without stress and anxiety of people being able to see us. Just me, Calum and our neediness.

fave bits of the heathens video
  • the downcast/million mile stare
  • tyler reaching for josh
  • scratches on ty’s face>!??????????????????
  • the fading but still present blurry makeup
  • josh scooting past
  • when josh flickers in and out (can we talk about the wardrobe choice im dying i have theories)
  • tyler touching his neck !!!!!!!!!!!! SON
  • tyler smiling at josh and his bass when he walks in
  • josh watching ty’s bass
  • the face when “please dont forget”
  • the looks when the inmates enter !!!!!!!!!
  • the eyelid flutter right before “please don’t make any sudden moves”
  • ty’s silent scream after “watch it”
  • tyler shooting the bass
me at rowyso probably
  • michael: *brings me up on stage during rejects* have you ever played guitar?
  • me: ....i play bass
  • (i actually do not play bass i just want calum to touch me)
Matchmaker, Matchmaker || Closed || Bybxbble

Nora stared Miles. “Please, tell me you’re joking,” she declared.  “It has been a long day and I can’t deal with this right now."  All she wanted to do was curl up next to him and sleep.  Instead, she was sitting on his bed discussing a proposal of all things.

Miles looked up at her from his position on the bed.  "Come on, Nora, I thought you wanted to get married.”

She pursed her lips.  “Would you be askign me if Bass hadn’t ordered you to?”

“Probably not,” he admitted.

Nora groaned as she flopped on the pillow.  “I won’t do it,” she insisted.  “I am not that girl that gets forced into a marriage she doesn’t want.  I’ll murder Marissa first.”

“Thank so much baby,” Miles humphed.

She glanced at him from her position.  “You don’t want to marry me,” she pointed out.  “I won’t be stuck in some loveless marriage where you’re off screwing whores every night while I’m stuck here with…Bass.”

“FIrst off, I haven’t touched a whore since we got back here.  You’re my one and only.  Second, it’s not about wanting it’s about duty.”

“Fine, no whores then.  But you’ll be screwing Rachel.”

“Don’t be stupid, I haven’t looked at Rachel either.  She’s here so I can keep my family safe."  Miles reached out to put his hand over Nora’s.  "No, I wouldn’t ask you to marry me if I wasn’t being forced to.  But that doesn’t mean I dont’ love you.  I just dont’ want to get married.  To anyone.  But if I had to choose who to spend the rest of my life…it’d be you.”

Nora sighed.  “You’re sweet but I"m still pissed.”

“You can be as pissed as you want but are you goign to do it?”

“Of course I am. I love you and Charlie if no one else here."  Nora rolled over into his arms.  "So we do this tomorrow?”

“Yep. Bass invited some…actually I think it’s a warlord, to come to teh Republic.  Some guy named Duncan Page.  He’s got a big tribe and he’ll be useful against the Plains Nation.  Anyway, I"m supposed to drop down on one knee during dinner.”

“Lovely.  My perfect Cinderella moment all planned in advance.”


Nora gripped Miles’ arm as they entered the ballroom.  She didn’t like the dress she was forced into, even with the way Miles couldn’t keep his eyes off her.  “Oh look the whore and her sister,” Nora muttered, noticing Galinda and Marissa.

“Be nice and smile pretty,” Miles ordered as they moved to greet the women.  “There are lives on the line.”

Practice ~ With Gifs!!

Hey can you pls do a 4/4 pref where he is practicing in the music room and you’re bored so you go to check on him and he teaches you how to play his instrument x idk i just thought this would be cute :)

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hi, this is late af bc im lazy af but i hope you like it :D

Ashton - “Ashton,” you called through the house, hoping to be heard over the banging of his drums. “What?!” he screamed back. “Come out of that room, you’ve been in there all day!” you whined. “No!” he groaned, going back to banging on his drums. Figuring there was no point of trying to drag him away from his session, you tried to watch a movie, attempting to drown out his banging

Unable to block out Ashton’s playing, you turned off the movie, throwing the remote on the couch and heading upstairs to the room Ashton had been spending all his time in lately.

Standing in the doorway you watched his muscles flex every time he struck his set, arms on full display in your favorite muscle tee. Walking over to the table in the middle of the room, you picked up a pair of sticks and snuck up behind him; too involved with his drumming to notice you. Leaning over his shoulder, you tapped lightly on the cymbal, getting his attention.

“Stop it!” Ashton frowned, snatching the sticks from your grasp. “You’ve been in here all day everyday for the past week!” you retorted. “Because I’m practicing. You’re more than welcome to watch,” “I don’t want to watch. I wanna play too,” you pouted. His face softening a bit, he pulled you gently into his lap, holding you against his damp skin with an arm wrapped around your waist. “Here.” he said, returning the sticks to your hands.

Moving his hands over yours, Ashton rested his head on your shoulder while he guided you and gently tapped on his drums. Letting you go at it by yourself, he grabbed his own sticks, playing around you as best he could. “You’re not so bad,” Ashton shrugged. “Because I watch you all day, duh. What do you think I do when you’re not here?” you grinned as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

Calum - Blinking your eyes back into focus, Calum’s playing had finally ended but you were sure he was still in his favorite room in the house; the music room. Throwing off the blanket, you quietly slipped your way down the hall to where you had hoped to find your boyfriend. Pushing the door slightly, your eyes searched the room for Calum, who was no where to be found.

Walking over to the couch sitting against the wall, you found his notebook with lyrics scribbled everywhere and cute little doodles in the margins. Throwing it back down, you admired his many basses hanging off racks from the surrounding walls, finding your favorite black on black one and gently lifting it from its place. Always amazed by just how much the instruments weighed, you stumbled back a bit into something solid.

“What’re you doing?” Calum asked looking down at you. “Looking for you.” you replied, beginning to strum the instrument. “Give me that, you know I don’t like you touching my basses.” he rolled his eyes, reaching to grab his beloved bass from you. Turning away from him, you continued to pluck at the strings, throwing your head over your shoulder to watch his reaction. “Stop, before you break a string, (Y/N).” he snapped, moving around to face you again. “Will you teach me how to play?” you batted your lashes. “No, I’m writing.” he replied flatly. “You’ve been writing all day, take a break and teach me how to play!” you begged.

Reaching out to grab the guitar from you, you didn’t fight him. Walking over to the couch, you watched as he plopped down, tuning his guitar and playing a few notes.“Well? Are you going to come over here? I thought you wanted to learn how to play,” he raised his eyebrows. Sliding in next to him, he placed the bass in your lap, guiding your hands and telling you the name of everything while he did. Getting out another guitar, he showed you how to strum and play a few notes. “We’ll work on it,” he nodded, watching you trying to imitate his actions.

Michael - “Whatcha doin?” you asked, sitting down on one of the amps in the room. “Nothing. Practicing.” Michael replied flatly, not even looking up from his work. Walking over to where he sat, you looked over his shoulder at his music scattered on a stand in front of him. Moving towards the arrangement of guitars, you picked up Michael’s favorite, immediately getting scolded. “Put it down. Now.” he grunted, watching as you did. Watching him out the corner of your eye, you picked up a different one, still not getting Michael’s approval. “No.” he shook his head, readjusting his snapback. “Can I play any of them?” you pouted. “No. You can go play piano or something,” he replied.

Glaring at him, you situated yourself at the piano in the corner of the room, pressing down a few keys. “My boyfriend is a huge dick, and he won’t let me play his guitar because he’s a dick,” you sung, turning to look at Michael who was rolling his eyes. “More like your boyfriend has a huge dick, now go get that guitar closest to the window.” he nodded his head in the direction of the guitar. Bringing him the instrument, he stared blankly at it. “That’s for you, not me, babe.” he shook his head, adjusting the strings on the guitar in his hands. “I don’t want this guitar, I want one of the electric ones!” you whined, looking at the acoustic one he had picked out for you. “Tough shit, take a seat,” he snapped, making room for you next to him.

“Put your hands here y- no more to the left, there you go,” Michael dictated. “Follow my lead,” he instructed, strumming a bit before turning to watch you. “No, loosen up your hand,” he insisted, pulling on your hand. “Show me how you do that thing I like with your fingers,” you asked. You watched as Michael’s fingers effortlessly danced their way up his guitar, emitting one of your favorite sounds. “Your turn,” he smirked, watching your attempt to mirror his moves.

Luke - "You know, you don’t have to sit around while I practice, you can go out or something if you want,” Luke pointed out, plucking a string on his guitar. “I like watching you play,” you admitted. “Oh yeah?” He raised an eyebrow, to which you nodded. “I’m gonna go make food,” you stood up, kissing his forehead on your way out the door.

Placing the food on the stove, you sat down at the table, pulling out your phone and keeping yourself busy until Luke came to eat. Forgetting about him altogether, you were surprised to hear him call your name from across the house. “(Y/N)!” He called again when you didn’t answer. Leaving your phone on the table, you headed down the hall to find Luke.

“Hey, come here real quick,” he pointed in front of him. Doing as told, you felt Luke place the strap of his guitar over your head, slipping your arms into place. “I want to show you how to play, we can play together,” he grinned, leaving a kiss on your cheek before adjusting the strap for you. Placing a pick in your hand, Luke moved behind you again showing you where to hold the instrument and letting you pluck and strum as you pleased. You could do nearly anything he showed you and eventually learned to play one of his solos. “You’re doing great, princess.” Luke beamed, proud of his prodigy.

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-Kayla :D


I got this early 80s DOD 280 compressor from my wife for my birthday a few months ago. Today I made it mine.
The 280 is a wonderful yet quirky optical compressor that (in my opinion) does one magical thing.
With the comp and level set fairly low (as pictured) it has a very quick attack followed by a relatively slow release which creates a very “swell” like quality. It reminds me very much of the clean guitar track in my bloody valentines “don’t ask why”. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=MRHqSqpWYUE Followed by a dirt pedal this creates luscious “gain swells” I had only ever imagined.
I wanted to take advantage of this unique quality so I figured out how to tweak that magical release/recovery time. On the schematic there’s a 47uf capacitor to ground. This value gives a release time of around 400-500 milliseconds. I added a toggle switch which adds a second 47uf cap in parallel on one side and a huge 100uf cap on the other. Now I can toggle between the stock 500ms in the center position, close to a full second on one side and close to 2 full seconds on the other. The slowest setting is magical with my lap steel!
While I was in there I added a touch more bass response by swapping the 0.047uf cap that comes from the opamps negative feedback path to 0.1uf. Adding some bass here drives the vactrol a bit harder as well for some heavier compression at higher settings.
I never ever expected to be so in to a compressor but this thing changed my mind big time.