i was jamming to this earlier though

Zack totally teased the two of them (individually) to get together when he found out the feelings were mutual meanwhile Jason is just tired of all the gushing he gets from Kim about the yellow ranger

Jason: “Kimberly Ann Hart, I swear to god if you don’t ask her out, I’ll-”
Kimberly: “What? Ask her out yourself? She’s not into you. Not even into guys in general. What are you going to threaten me with now, Scott? And how dare you full name me.”

Trini reverted back to using earphones so they could listen to music together, but someone always moved their head too much where the other’s bud always came out so she decided to get a splitter so they could still listen together, but have their individual earphones.

Zack and Jason (reluctantly) bet on who’s going to get their ass wiped during sparring between the girls during training each day because (one of them gets a little too sidetracked)

Their study dates are 20% flashcards and 80% ”if i fail this test tomorrow, you can tell the teacher why, Tri!” “that i couldn’t keep my hands to myself after i finally found your ticklish spot which took so long to find but it was so worth it though it may have resulted in a hole in your wall because you tried blindly kicking at me?”

Trini secretly loves when Kim plays with her hair, especially when she’s had a stressful day
she’ll collapse into her lap and let her do her thing, letting her caress her hair and gently scratch at her scalp

Kim watches her girlfriend go from grumpy cat to lazy sleepy content cat (she totally awes at the accidental purr that comes out)
Kim is the only one that’s allowed to unbraid/braid Trini’s hair

Here’s Kim’s words of advice and reassuring comments to Trini introducing herself as her girlfriend for the first time “Breathe. You’re going to do fine. You’ll be great. Just think about something calming, soothing, relaxing.
“Like what?”
“Think about me. Naked.”

Kim willing to fight anyone who insults or harms Trini in anyway and becoming furiously protective

Trini trying to bite back her words of anger and hatred when Amanda and her minions make a harsh snide comment to Kimberly knowing she won’t be able to stop any sort of aggression once it starts

Comforting each other about their
past and current home life

Instead of passing generic notes, they’re either playing tic tac toe, telling one another jokes or Kim drawing mini comics and Trini attempting to continue the story with her stick figures

Kim getting jealous when this new girl starts flirting with Trini and because this oblivious gay can’t tell the difference between a friendly compliment and I’m-trying-to-ask-you-out-on-a-date compliment, she unknowingly flirts back

Trini getting jealous when Jason asks if he can talk to Kimberly in private, when Kimberly cancels their plans because she promised to hang out with him and when Jason let’s it slip that Kim visits him in his room at night to talk about things that are troubling instead of talking to her

Kim volunteering to babysit Trini’s brothers with her
Discussing/”Making Up” stories about the Power Rangers with them
Trading embarrassing stories about Trini
Shyly but trying to act intimidating as they interrogate Kim to see if she’s good enough for their sister
Innocently asking if Kim and Trini are dating
Teasingly throwing the girlfriend word around the girls
Board Games
Movie Nights
Them and Kim getting competitive with one another during video games
Talking about their favorite superheroes as they show her their action figures
Questioning her if she believes in aliens

Kim sitting next to Trini or in front of her during Biology so they can reach under the desk and hold hands, y’know whisper in one another’s ears like losers, doodle in each other’s margin on their notebooks

Sneaking into each other’s rooms through the window

Both calming the other down after a nightmare
Kim stealing all of Trini’s flannels, jackets, hoodies. (Beanies are harder to get though she managed to steal her yellow one and replaced it before she was caught.)

Trini occasionally borrowing one of Kim’s shirts/tops

neck kisses
shoulder kisses
forehead kisses
nose kisses
cheek kisses
stomach kisses

Trini staring at Kim’s lips when she talks
Kim glancing at Trini’ lips when they’re sitting or standing too close

lip bites

Playfully bickering on who gets to be the big spoon always even though they switch it up all the time

Being able to keep up with each other’s snark, wit, sass, and sarcasm
Sly smiles
Knowing smug smirks
Suggestive glances
Amused arched eyebrows
Challenging one another

Trini resting her head on Kim’s shoulder

Kim resting her head atop of Trini’s

Trying out different cafés, bakeries, patisseries, coffee shops and learning and eventually knowing each other’s orders at all of them

jokes, innuendos, pick up lines, teasing, banter
eye rolls all the time
exaggerated eyelash batting
Kim flirtatiously winking
pleading pouting lips
Fake offended gasp
hugs from behind

Kim leaning her chin on top of Trini’s head or her shoulder

both being easily whipped and persuaded/convinced by the other

whispering sweet nothings before saying something dumb and stupid and playfully insultful to get rid of the cheesy, sappy, sentiment

Trini judging Kim’s music tastes and both of them trying to find a common genre

Finding places with the best views of the town/taking each other on random adventures

Late night car rides with the windows down

They frequent the cliff edge that overlooks the lake (swimming hole?) for a good view of the lights

If Trini can convince Kim to go hike up the mountain together in the morning, they watch the sunrise, but usually they watch the sunset after school/training

Drive In Movie Theater which either results in Kim being totally invested and Trini taking a nap or having a popcorn catching contest

Sharing Milkshakes

They always share the last donut and have a showdown on who gets the last piece

Taking selfies in those In N Out hats when they go out for burgers

Trini finds Kim singing into a hairbrush and dancing around her room one day as she blasts Top 40 Pop Songs
It takes roughly about 15 seconds to get her to begrudgingly join in
But she’s just in awe at the girl’s voice and so is Kim when Trini starts singing
They’re both panicking

Racing one another just for fun (of course where no one will see)

Snowball fights

Behind the bleachers, rooftop, girl’s bathroom on the second floor or in a quiet vacant hidden corner in the library is where you’ll find them alone ditching class and being unusually couple-ish (The janitor’s closet was just downright disgusting and smelled of cheap chlorine bleach and sanitizer even with their superhuman powers, chemicals still had some effect on their body)

Squeezing each other’s hand for comfort or reassurance along with rubbing their thumb over one another’s knuckles

Trusting one another more than anyone

taking turns resting their head on the other’s chest

Trini resting her head in Kimberly’s lap as she’s sprawled out on the couch

Zack giving Kimberly the shovel talk and Jason giving Trini the shovel talk even though they care for both girls
It’s a ridiculously lovable somewhat annoying act

Trini calling Kim “Princess”

kissing one another’s palms and wrists

both being in utter awe that someone as amazing and beautiful wants to date them

rubbing soothing circles on one another’s hands when the other gets nervous/anxious

Kim tracing abstract patterns on Trini’s back when she’s sleeping

long walks or hiking up those mountain trails
talking to each other all night and even when one falls asleep the other doesn’t hang up the phone, lovesick idiots

When Kim asks Trini what she did to get into detention this time, if she isn’t sending a death glare towards Zack and groaning like she’s suffering through hell and back, she just gives a sheepish smile and a nonchalant shrug because she’s not going to admit that she volunteers to go to this and the teacher could care less

Taking photographs

Kim’s mirror is covered in polaroids and Trini has a secret album

Trini finding out that Kim can do an absolutely believable flawless British accent (you figure out the details)

Kim mouthing the lines to movies and tv shows and Trini’s not even paying attention to the screen anymore like always

God forbid, they have hidden poetry/song books about one another that neither of have told them about.

Tickle Fights

Kim complimenting Trini all the time just to see her blush

The only time they will ever carry each other without being a stumbling blushing mess or arguing over the position in carrying is when one of them is injured or asleep

Star Gazing on top of Kim’s roof

They totally had the same idea of kissing in the rain even though they both know it’s a fricking cliche because a) they can’t get sick and b) they’re saps and hopeless romantics even if they won’t admit it

Having a snowman contest

Kim pushing Trini into the pool and Trini pulling her in with her

Kim booping Trini on the nose and Trini is just bewildered

They take turns bringing each other drinks and donuts for breakfast during the school week (Jason scolds them about needing to eat a healthier breakfast)

They meet up before first period then always text each other before their next classes/during passing periods/hallway traffic jam to complain or give them a heads up about things instead of walking one another to class

Stealing from another’s food during lunch
though it turns more into a game of sorts

Whoever gets out earlier from class waits by the other’s locker after school

Let’s just say the Rangers can’t get drunk so they inevitably try to drink themselves to death, but a body shot and a lap dance ensues

“Do you trust me?”
“Not with my water bottle and definitely not over a cliff.”

“If she goes, I go.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“That’s just your way of telling me, you love me. I’ve cracked that code a long time ago, Hart.”

“Will you please just shut up for a second and stop doubting yourself and listen to me! You’re beautiful.”

“Why did we agree to play Seven Minutes in Heaven?”
“Did they just tell us to go fuck in a closet?”
“The irony hasn’t escaped me.”

“I hate this town. I hate these faces. I’m just so tired of everything, except you. Never you.”

“You’re not short,you’re just tiny.”

“I don’t remember falling in love with you. I just remember you grabbing onto my hand and squeezing way too hard when we were about to be pummeled to our deaths by a train and in that terrifying second I couldn’t process anything except a single thought which was, “You’re dying just admit you’re gay and pretty girls make you weak.”

“You’ve been shutting everyone out that genuinely cares about you”
“Not everyone, not you.”

“Do you think the world could suddenly end on a night as quiet as this?”

“Let me ask you something. Do you think there’s such a thing as a perfect day?”
“A perfect day. Start to finish. When nothing terrible or sad or ordinary happens. Do you think it’s possible?”

“We spend our whole lives stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how we’ll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps us going, but we’ll never do it. We just use the future to escape the present. Truth is, we’ll never actually be rid of Angel Grove, we’re still Power Rangers and just like any other superhero we’ll end up staying exactly where we are. Unfortunately our home isn’t a city.” “Well, at least it has you.”

“You were not meant to simply be pretty. You were meant to fight back, so get up and face it.”

“What’s inside is what matters. You are so much smarter than they give you credit for.”

“I am aware that I am less than some people prefer me to be, but most people are unaware that I am so much more than what they see.”

“I feel lost inside myself.”

“I’m not perfect, but I’m original.”

“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway.”

“The happiest people, don’t have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything.”

“Perhaps, I want nothing more than to fall asleep next to you.”

“My life will end someday and so will yours, hopefully we die roughly around the same age, not that I want you to die ever but I don’t want you suffering of heartbreak like some depressing Hallmark movie so just kiss me anytime.”

“Thank you, for making me feel less alone.”

“I stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception.”

“You are alive. You are not a sad story.”

“I love you, but don’t know what to do.”

“You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first.” Bullshit.
I have never loved myself.
But you
Oh god, I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“Why did you do that?”
“Because I love you.”

“I would never let anybody or anything hurt you.”

“I don’t know for sure what I’m feeling. I don’t think you know exactly what you’re feeling either. This is all new or maybe we’ve felt this way for quite sometime, but refused to acknowledge them. What I do know is that, whatever mutual feelings we have for one another is not going to jeopardize our friendship.We’re not going to let that happen.”

“Just talk to me.”

“What is wrong with you?”
“I’m crazy, remember?”

Kim noticing that Trini has bad social anxiety especially when she’s seated or standing in a public closed in crowd so she always makes it a priority to get seats near the windows in the corner or a seat where Trini’s back is covered
Kim trying to learn Spanish on her own not just to impress Trini (that’s just an added bonus) but to make it easier for Trini’s brothers and dad to communicate with her. She manages to even impress Trini’s mom and manages to have forge somewhat of an acquaintanceship, but she’s still wary.

They’re in love, that’s all I’ve got to say.

the good drugs - olicity - 1/1

for@latinasmoak – thank you for your support and being amazing!

“Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day…” 

“Okay, well, that was my cheek,” Felicity grunted. She was mostly dragging Oliver across the apartment floor toward the nearest flat surface, which just so happened to be the couch. “But, thank you… I think. I just got a new moisturizer.” 

“You smell good.” 

She snorted. “Now I know you’re lying, because I definitely stink. Lugging you around has worked up a sweat.” 

He hummed. “Like coffee and ink and that hand lotion you use…” 

“The ink is because I had to wrestle with the printer earlier. You’d think with something so expensive, it wouldn’t get so many paper jams, but nope. I won though, just FYI.” Felicity made sure he was comfortably laid out on the couch and moved to his feet to pull off his shoes. “I’m surprised you let them put you under for your root canal. I was expecting more of a fight.” 

He grunted, his eyes at half-mast. “Had enough pain,” he murmured. 

Keep reading

Rowaelin Fanfic, Modern AU, But She’s looking at You, Part 6

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 7 |

Maeve owns the best club in the city, but when Aelin shows up demanding answers from her Aunt, she is forced into one month of working as a DJ in her Aunt’s club in exchange for information. Along the way she meets Rowan and the rest of the cadre, who are working as bartenders in the club… and Rowan is given the task of babysitting Aelin for the month.

Here you go ya thirsty animals. 90% of this is graphic Rowaelin smut, but even if that not your jam I insist that you skip to the end for a bit of a plot twist :) Enjoy you filthy sinners <3

Keep reading

iv-a. i knew i loved you then

but you’d never know
ft. akashi seijuurou

Characters are adults here, think late twenties. I also think this is longer than the other stories in Cantabile, because *inspiration*!

Originally posted by butteryplanet

Maybe everything happened because of fate.

The recital hall is packed, and you’re not exaggerating when you say it literally looks like a sea of people. The traffic was hectic, which lead to your almost late arrival. You regret not being able to meet your student to give her encouragement, but thankfully her mobile was reachable just a couple of minutes ago, so you were able to cheer her on through a simple phone call. 

You’re struggling to find an empty seat—the lights are dim, making it harder for you to look for one. Eventually you see one empty seat right beside the aisle, a man sitting on the seat next to it. You walk over in a slightly faster pace than you’re used to, not wanting the seat to be taken by someone else.

“Excuse me,” you say, grabbing his attention, “is this seat taken?”

Shocking scarlet eyes look back at you in mild surprise. He looks your age, somewhere between mid- and late-twenties, though his face might pass for early-twenties instead. He’s dressed formally, like most of the people attending the recital, including you. When he speaks, his tone is professional and dignified:

“No, please.”

You smile, relieved and thankful, as you shuffle into your seat, fixing your clothes as you’re seated. You murmur your gratitude, while he replies with a simple “you’re welcome”. Realizing that there’s still at least five more minutes until the show starts, you glance at him, pondering if you should make small talk.

Before you can decide, he beats you to it.

“What brings you here today?”

“Oh,” you blink, surprised at the initiative, “it’s my student, actually. She’s performing.”

His eyes shines with interest, that much is plain to see. A small smile graces his lips.

“Really. Instrument?”

“Piano. She’s playing Schumann today.”

He hums and nods, seemingly pleased with your answer.

“And what about you?” You ask.

“My friend’s daughter is playing,” he replies, “though I came here rather late, and I couldn’t seem to find him.”

“Wow, that’s unfortunate,” you say sympathetically, “did you get caught in the traffic or something?”

“Yes,” the redhead answers, shaking his head slightly at the memory of the traffic jam he experienced earlier. Owning a luxury sedan doesn’t make life easier in Tokyo. “I didn’t expect it to be that bad.”

“Same,” you sigh, “but at least we’re here now.”

The lights are dimmed down, and the two of you gather that the recital is about to start. Amongst the minimally lit room, however, you can see that the man has extended a hand.

“Akashi,” he says, “Akashi Seijuurou.”

It takes you two seconds into the handshake to offer you your own full name upon realizing that the person next to you is the CEO to an extremely successful company.

“How did you enjoy the performance?” Akashi asks you in the middle of the applause at the closing performance. You need to lean in a little bit to hear him, and your shoulder unintentionally touches his. He doesn’t seem to notice—if he does, he doesn’t look like he minds. You, on the other hand, have to mutter a simple apology, moving away before answering his question.

“It was intriguing,” you reply, slowly stopping your own applause, “some of the pieces were interpreted differently by their respective performers. I feel refreshed.” You smile, standing up the same time as he does. It seems like Akashi is going to at least walk out of the hall with you before parting ways, and with that in mind, you tread up the stairs with him by your side, exchanging banter mostly about the recital that just ended.

The light outside is almost blinding, since it is only 4 p.m. and the sun is still shining in the desaturated blue of the winter sky. You have to squint slightly a few moments upon exiting the dim hall to adjust your eyes. Akashi, on the other hand, doesn’t seem too bothered, and you notice just how he looks three times more captivating under the late afternoon sunlight.

“Your student performed brilliantly,” he compliments, “her teacher must be excellent, as well.” When he says that, he looks at you with mirth in his eyes. Is he teasing you? You can only chuckle and bashfully look down to the ground.

“Ah, speaking of which, I need to congratulate her,” you say, looking around outside the auditorium entrance to spot your student. She must be with her parents here somewhere.

“I suppose I should also say hello to my friend,” he replies. “But before you go, ___________-san…”

You turn to look at him writing something on what looks like a business card, before he hands it to you.

“I hope you don’t mind me giving you my personal number,” Akashi says with a smile. It is somehow different compared to the other smiles he’s sent you during the short period of time you’ve got to know each other—ever enigmatic, but somehow this time it’s more… gallant

“I’d like to get to know you more, perhaps over coffee or lunch. Call me if you’re free,” he says, before spotting someone from afar—green hair and tall stature makes someone much easier to find in a crowd. 

“And that would be my friend. Until next time, ___________-san.”

You’re in a standstill, his card still in your hand as you watch him walk away to greet his friend. Until next time, huh… he’s that confident that you’re going to call him. 

You can’t say he’s wrong. 

‘Getting to know each other’ ends up happening over lunch dates instead—he picks you up at 12.30 sharp every time, drives you to a restaurant that he recommends, and you’d talk and eat for an hour. From the four lunch dates that he’s taken you to, you now know several things about him: that he knows how to play the violin, and his favorites are Bach and Brahms, and that he also knows how to play the piano (unsurprising, in your opinion). He used to play basketball in high school—you know the whole story—and you know of his family. You know that he likes tofu soup, and a bunch of other things that would take a whole day to describe.

When you see him through the window of the classroom you’re teaching in, you can’t be any more surprised. 

“Can you complete number 5 and 7, too? I will check your answers when you’re done with everything,” you tell your student, who replies with a simple “okay” before you walk to get the door, closing it once you’re out of the room. The look on Akashi’s face tells you that he’s entertained by your shocked expression.

“Akashi-san, what are you doing here?”

“Hello to you too,” Akashi says, holding out a small, simple bouquet of red tulips. Knowing him, who likes things of extravagance and class, he probably doesn’t want you to look unprofessional in your work place. 

“I thought I could pay you a surprise visit,” he continues.

“Well, you succeeded on that,” you reply, holding the flowers in your hands, “and you shouldn’t have, really.”

“I wanted to,” he smiles. You have to hold in the urge to blush.

“Thank you, they’re lovely.”

“You’re welcome.”

Silence sets in the two of you for a few seconds, and you certainly aren’t able to gauge the look on Akashi’s face while your eyes keep looking anywhere but him.

“I was wondering if you’re free for dinner tomorrow night?” Akashi asks, a casual hand in his pocket.

“Yes, I am,” you say, “are you picking me up?”

“Of course,” he replies smoothly as he flashes one of those dangerously charming smiles to you. You thought that seeing it more often for the past three weeks would make you somewhat immune to it, but his charm, if anything, gets even stronger. Or is it you who is getting weaker?  “Is seven alright?”

“Yes, that works just fine,” you say, smiling back at him. He takes your hand and kisses the back of it, like he always does before and after a date with you—you told him you thought only people in the olden days did that, and he laughed. This time, however, you don’t comment. The pink on your cheeks tell him everything he needs to know.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

You wave him goodbye as he walks away from the classroom towards the exit—the front desk must’ve told him you’re almost done with this class and let him in. You hope the other teachers weren’t around to see that… Opening the door to your classroom with the bouquet in your hands, you see your student still twirling the pencil in his hand, and when he looks up at you, he’s mildly surprised at the bunch of flowers you’ve got.

“How are we going along?”

“Sensei, was that your boyfriend?” The boy teases, grinning mischievously with curiosity in his eyes. You burst out laughing.

“He’s… someone I’ve known for a while. Now, if the question asks you to identify the tempo in Mälzel’s Metronome—”

The dinner was splendid, even Akashi has to admit at least that. He told you beforehand that the restaurant isn’t really one you can enter without complying to a certain dresscode, which took you by surprise, but he must say that you look gorgeous with that outfit on. He just has to examine you from head to toe another time, you sitting quietly in the passenger seat of his Aston Martin, looking out the night lights of the city. 

Akashi is never one to quickly jump into things that is uncertain. He does make swift decisions, but all of them are accurate, precise, calculated, and always right. 

So when he thinks meeting you is love in first sight, that might as well be the truth.

It wasn’t all flowers and pink auras in your first meeting, that’s for sure, but he remembers exactly how it felt when his eyes met yours. There’s something different, and a voice inside him (his conscience, or his demons?) telling him that you’re different. Of course he included the possibility of being physically attracted to you, which is a very natural thing considering how appealing you are, but he’s never one to be simply allured by looks.

After various processes in his mind, he concluded that the butterflies in his stomach can only be the product of the so-called love at first sight. 

“Akashi-san, are you finally going to tell me where we’re going?” You ask, a small smile on your face. Trying to guess where he’s taking you makes it all the more exhilarating—you haven’t felt this way in a very long while.

“My home,” he answers, and before you can retaliate or question him, or think of other more suggestive possibilities, he continues. 

“I want to show you something.”

When he brings back a violin case to the living room where you’re sat, you gasp. He can only smile back, taking extreme delight in your shock.

He’s going to play for you.

And it’s not like you’ve never heard someone play the violin. You’ve been to many violin performances, the recital where the two of you met counts as one, but to have someone that is a romantic interest to perform in front of you, just the two of you

It has to be a serenade.

He elegantly holds the instrument up, his fingers delicately hovering over the strings, and as his right hand starts to move the bow across the instrument, you find yourself surprised yet again.


“Love’s Dream”, so it is called, by Liszt. It is a classic piano piece, you’ve never heard it on the violin before, but the melody sounds so enchanting when Akashi plays it. The room is quiet, and the sound of the instrument resonates so beautifully in the midst of the silence, letting you hear each and every note clearly. 

It’s his confession of love.

Akashi is deep in concentration as he plays, so when his scarlet eyes look up at you from the violin, you can’t find it in you to look away. He’ll only gaze at you for so long before returning back to playing, eyelids fluttering once in a while as his fingers dance to the theme of the song. He said that he hasn’t played for a while… did he practice for this? Visions of him playing the violin somewhere in his mansion, alone, spending an hour or two for this piece—it grips your heart so strongly.

When the main melody is repeated in a higher octave, you know that the song is about to end, but it sounds so sad and beautiful that it makes your eyes water, hand cupping your mouth to prevent whatever unelegant sound you’re about to make. The piece reaches a romantic conclusion, like the last word written in a book, or a couple exchanging sacred three words. 

Akashi exhales, puts down the instrument and looks to you to gauge reaction.

Instead of the applause he’s expecting, he sees you walking towards him and cupping his face with both hands before kissing him.

It’s something that he returns whole-heartedly, of course, for he’s sure his heart has never felt that close to bursting at the seams. The touch of your lips are initially soft and tender, but something in him decides to take more of you, and his hand moves to your waist to press you against his body. His mouth moves against yours in a passionate dance, encasing your bottom lip in his to suck on it, while he has a hand behind your head to pull you impossibly closer to him.

He wouldn’t have stopped if it weren’t for the wetness he feels against your cheek.

“You’re crying,” Akashi says after slowly pulling away, his finger wiping away the tears, only to find more of them streaming down your cheeks. You sigh helplessly before resting your face against his chest, inadvertently inhaling his scent.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, “that was just… beautiful, I don’t know what else I can say—”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he says, chuckling a little bit, and you can feel the vibrations deep in his chest. 

“I—did you—Akashi-san, how long—”   

“Please, call me Seijuurou,” he cuts you off, patting your head lovingly in attempts to calm you down. “I shall also call you  ___________, if you wish.”

“Seijuurou,” you begin again, and he prays to heavens that you don’t catch the way his heart beats like a hammer against his ribcage when he hears you say his name, “how long did you spend practicing for this?”

“That’s a secret I can’t tell,” Akashi answers, mischief apparent in his gaze. You pout, disappointed at the answer, but you lean up to kiss him again nonetheless, this time with your arms wrapped around his shoulder. Akashi’s lips curl into a subtle smirk against the kiss, and when your mouth opens slightly as a form of invitation, he wants nothing more than to accept.

When you part, your eyes are half-lidded, and Akashi can’t decide if it’s from lust or love before he concludes that it’s both.

“Aka—Seijuurou, are we…”

“A couple?” He finishes your sentence for you when he senses you trailing off, and then dips down to your jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your skin. “Yes, we are. I’d like you to be mine.”

“Mmm,” you hum in both agreement and pleasure from his treatment, “I’d like that too.”

Scarlet eyes look deep into yours, and he sees love in them just like you see love in his—it’s just a matter of time until the two of you feel right to say it out loud. For now, his violin has initiated the conversation, and you’re speaking with your eyes, with how you admire his face and how he watches your lips move as you speak. For now, the two of you will just bask in romance’s dream.

A time will come in the future when he’ll say he fell in love with you first and you had no idea, but that’s for later, Akashi decides.    

Prince On Every Tour: Parade

Alright peoples. It’s been a little bit since the last POET post (heh, I love that the acronym for this series is a real word). I intended to watch and rate my enjoyment today, but last night I somehow ended up watching the entire show. If you happen to be one of the few who pay attention to anything I do here (and I LOVE you for it because honestly, I am a real mess), you’ll know that I also just watched the Detroit ‘86 birthday show at the Cobo Arena while physically in Detroit this past Friday. Two shows in one. With that, here we are. Our next stop(s) on the POET train:


Originally posted by stephaniejuhnay

Oh Parade Prince. Probably amongst the most infuriating iterations of our beloved Prince. He is so unapologetically arrogant and there is nothing any of us can do about it. He changed up on us in a major way after cutting the PR tour short and putting out ATWIAD so quickly afterwards. 11 months after that, this man has another album AND feature film. Visually, he has forgone the curls that are near and dear to my heart for short, slickback that I cannot argue with. And it might have left some of us confused, shocked, wondering why he would take a complete left when the PR era was still in full swing. It’s because he could. He’d made it to megastardom and afforded him the flexibility he needed to REALLY throw us for some loops. This was the time for him to push the boundaries of his creativity in his music and his visual presentation of himself without too much worry of how it would be received. He already had us, and he knew it. 

Parade Prince is that guy that knows he’s fine, that knows YOU know he’s fine, and will exploit it to no end. Because no matter how much you might protest to his face, the reality is this: the the moment he makes eye contact with you during that particularly rude rendition of Do Me, Baby, you both are fully aware that you will be patiently waiting for him in his limo at the direction of his security guard after the show. Against all better judgments. And he delights in the fact that you (try to) resist him. He loves the conquest, especially when he knows he wins. It’s fine. Let him win. Enjoy the life changing. Cherish it for the rest of your life thereafter.

ESSENTIALLY, that is what the entire Parade era is. Prince having a grand ol’ time as he quite literally does whatever he wants with no regard for our sanity. Meanwhile, we just try to pick up the pieces of our life as he continues to ruin it with each new era he ushers in. He’s running around looking like a vision out of a 1940′s noir, giving us new music that is very different but oh so great, throwing hip chains into a crowd of unsuspecting onlookers after what might be the most infuriating performance of Head known to us, and we are expected to deal with it. As if Purple Rain didn’t just take place. And no matter which side of the spectrum we fell on when it came to this new era - utterly opposed or completely on board -  we were still here for it in some way, willingly or begrudgingly. Just like he knew we would.

Originally posted by onlyprincegifs

Prince starts these shows shirtless, so you know you’re in for a ride. ATWIAD is GREAT live and a great song to open up with. It set the pace for the rest of the show: fun and full of grooves. And he does not hesitate to get into them. Christopher Tracy’s Parade, New Position, I Wonder U, Raspberry Beret are all in the first 15 minutes. We get songs spanning his entire career up to that point in both shows, and he is well aware of the fact that he has HITS ya understand? 

His confidence has transformed into unabashed cockiness ( *sings* I ain’t go no money - THAT’S A LIE). It’s in the way he moves, the way he sings, the way he plays with the audience, everything. I’m frustrated just sitting here thinking about it all. And yet, here I am, unable to resist the overwhelming charm of Parade Prince. One, because his face. Two, he’s earned it if we want to be 100. The boy has put in insane work, and it finally skyrocketed with PR. Now he gets to enjoy it all. He deserves to be gassed. We’ll allow it.

Boyfriend didn’t get sloppy or plateau here either when he probably could have gotten away with it. A true professional, after having reached that level of stardom but deciding not to just phone it in or coast. Production value is still great, although less busy than the PR tour. No poles to slide down on, no bathtubs to take a shower of pearls in. Costumes are still great, albeit, again, not as busy as PR. Band is even tighter now with the expanded Revolution. Their sound is more dynamic with the addition of Eric “Sith” Leeds, Atlanta Bliss, and Atlanta’s God-awful ponytail. He was playin’ tho, so I’ll relax about it. They have proven that when it came time to execute on stage, they could handle the constant changes in sound and personnel quite well. But again, testament to his leadership and dedication to excellence. 

Then there is the addition of official dancers in Jerome, Wally, and Greg. I know some may have felt “but why” about them, but man, do they add a really fun element to the show! We have full on routines now folks, and there are few things I love more than to see Prince work it out on stage in a routine. Yes, we saw some minor coordinated steps previously, but we hadn’t really had routines. With these three though, we see choreo that gives the show some more life,  Prince being part of some of them (the 1999 album medley in which they did the PR balcony dance to Lady Cab Driver is A+), and even incorporating the band into them. It’s a real treat. 

Originally posted by jennymaran

Favorite Number:
There are a few numbers I love from this tour. Detroit clearly has some great ones. Controversy/Mutiny is ALWAYS a fave, if not for the fact that they are good songs, then for the dancing during those numbers. Head…for very obvious reasons. It is already a jam, and Prince decides he has to one up himself every time he decides to perform it live. Of the four Parade shows I’ve seen, Detroit’s Head is by far the best. Paris gets an honorable mention though because there is a breath hitch that stopped me cold in my figurative tracks. It was…so authentic. Even if it wasn’t. Life Can Be So Nice was also another jam from the Detroit show, which was a nice surprise for me because it isn’t my fave from Parade. In the end though, I can confidently say that Pop Life is my favorite number from this show. I adore the live arrangement of this song so much. And he is incredibly cute during that performance, so there’s that. 

Stockholm’s lineup is very similar to this one. But instead of Mutiny (sad about it), we get 17 Days, which, surprisingly I really enjoyed. 17 Days is one of my favorite songs ever, but it’s one of the few I prefer the studio version over the live version. It’s perfect the way it is, and for some reason, to me, the live versions don’t really capture the magic of that song for me. However, this one came close. And throwing in the I Wanna Be Your Lover instrumental at the end was a nice touch. However, vocally, visually….Do Me, Baby wins. It’s a song that P can never not SANG on, so it usually wins vocally for me. But then the addition of the horns and the breakdown at the end just really pushed me over the edge. 

I would like to give a shoutout though to that 1999 album medley I mentioned earlier because it JAMMED and I might have yelled when I heard Automatic. Also Anotherloverholenyohead from this show was phenomenal and deserves to be mentioned. Lisa unleashed an insane piano solo that really showed off her skills. The girl is bad.

Favorite Outfit:
While I do love Prince in a crop-top, I am a huge proponent of the suits from this era. Even the unforgivable shoulder pads aren’t enough to deter me. Something about Prince in a tie….. The yellow suit from Detroit is iconic. Period. In Stockholm we were greeted with a nice blue one. Both 100 cuts above. Honorable mention to the polka dot vest from both shows. The man looks like a 5 course meal in polka dots. 

Originally posted by jayswain72

Still Would Rating: Angrily. Begrudgingly. Without a shadow of a doubt and no hesitation, honey. 

Overall Rating: If you’re looking for something to lift your spirits and also groove extra hard to, either of these shows are what you need. His carefree spirit during them is contagious, and you can’t help but share in the joy he puts on display. He’s serving us some LOOKS, some ridiculous and quite frankly irresponsible onstage antics, and some of my favorite music from him (I adored both ATWIAD and Parade). As the creator of the gif directly above so eloquently put it: “ Yellow suit and the band were rocking. What’s not to like?” Indeed. 

PREVIOUSLY, PURPLE RAIN                                            NEXT UP, SOTT

anonymous asked:

shiro, as that one non-autistic person who Gets It, is obvs the real cryptid in keith's life. honestly tho team voltron supporting each other through similar (if not exact) experience bc of their overlapping mental funtimes is!!!! one of my fave hcs i stg also!!! ryou being that one autistic person who has to have it pointed out to them by another autistic person and then being like 'wait everything about my life makes sense now' sorry for rambling in yr inbox :'D

Okay, but just imagine Keith and Pidge video taping Shiro from a distance in deliberately poor lighting (that they… may or may not have engineered… Shiro can’t figure out why exactly half the lights keep going out at random spots in the castle, and only ever when he’s there.) They compete to give the best mocumentary commentary as they follow the allistic ally around the castle-ship. Shiro catches them, ofc, but he’s mostly just confused. The only explanation Keith offers is that they’ve discovered a shared special interest, and Shiro nods like, oh, of course!, claps him on the shoulder, and tells him to try to get some sleep tonight, okay?

(Pidge didn’t honestly believe Keith’s stories until that moment.)

Ryou one time catches the team have a stimming party in the rec room. (i.e. “We just got back from a mission and we’re all exhausted but too wired to sleep, okay, let’s flop on the couches and omg Shiro brought stim toys who wants a chewable necklace? I’ll trade you for the kinetic sand. (Thank you Shiro, you’re our hero!)”)

Ryou is frozen for a second, because Shiro’s kind of conspiculously still in the center of all the motion and quiet noises and stuff, and Ryou kinda has this vague memory of his (well, Shiro’s) wind-down being to lie still and run through mindfulness exercises, but damn are those stim toys calling out to him.

Lance just reaches out a leg and hooks his foot around Ryou’s knee, teasing him closer until he’s close enough for Lance to push a clicker into his hand and oh god. Oh, god. That’s… yes.

(There are many a late night when Ryou shows up at one of the others’ doors with a hesitant, “Hey, you mentioned something earlier and I didn’t know that was a thing, but… Could you maybe tell me more?”)

((Seriously, though, I fckn love my Neurodiverse Defenders of the Universe found family fun times, and mutual support for bad brain days is my fave jam. You don’t ever need to apologize for coming at me with these gems.))

Word Count: 1171
Author’s Note: @from-kitten-to-kitsune requested “Jim/Reader where Jim discovers reader’s obsession with 1980s Earth music”, and once I found the google 80s singalong station tonight, I couldn’t help myself. Songs referenced: Kids In America (Kim Wilde), I Can’t Fight This Feelin’ Anymore (REO Speedwagon), Video Killed The Radio Star (The Buggles), Love Is A Battlefield (Pat Benatar), Footloose (Kenny Loggins), I Think We’re Alone Now (Tiffany). ALSO!! FIRST JIM IMAGINE!!!

“Bright lights the music gets faster. Look boy, don’t check on your watch, not another glance!” You bounced from foot to foot, arms in the air, swinging your hips, singing at the top of your lungs. There was no one else in the hangar and you were determined to enjoy making the repairs to the Galileo shuttle. Your PADD was cycling through your playlist and when the song came on, you knew it was time for a dance break. As the song ended, you realized you needed to take your new year’s resolution to be more active a little more seriously. You were damp with perspiration. You unzipped your coveralls, and tied the arms around your waist, thankful you’d been mindful enough to leave a tank top on under the thick canvas layer. The next song that came on was not as danceable, and you got back to work on fuel pump. It was soaking in a cleanser so you get the grime off and find out if it was a repair job or a replacement.

“That is not a regulation uniform, Y/N,” Scotty commented as he approached.

“I never wear my uniform when I’m doing mechanic work, Scotty, you know that,” you replied. “I was on par with Jim for wrecking uniforms until I switched to coveralls.”

“Aye, and my budget thanks you,” Scotty laughed. “I’m more worried about the bare arms and shoulders. If something falls, or leaks, or sprays, or explodes -”

“I get it. I’ll be careful, Scotty.” You cut him off with a promise. He sighed, knowing you were just trying to placate him.

“I won’t sign off on sick time if you get injured, lass. You’ll have to fight that with Bones and Jim all on your own,” he threatened.

“Copy that,” you nodded, and went back to the soaking pump. You scrubbed to the rhythm of REO Speedwagon, humming tunelessly. You held the scrub brush up like a microphone. “I’ve forgotten what I started fightin’ fooooooooor.” You heard footsteps on the other side of the shuttle and dropped the scrub brush back into the soak. The footsteps stopped as the song changed over. Your head started bopping again, forgetting that you might have company.

It didn’t take long for another of your favourites to come on, and soon you were dancing around beside the shuttle again, not paying attention to anything or anyone as you sang along. You nearly shrieked when a hand slipped into yours and pulled you close, changing the style of the dance, but not the carefree feeling of it. Whoever he was, he was holding you so close you hadn’t caught who it was, but from the command Gold and the warm scent of cinnamon, oranges and amber, you guess it was Jim. You pulled back and smiled in acknowledgement.

“I didn’t take you for a classical fan,” he laughed. You shook your head.

“Depends to what classics you’re referring,” you countered. “This is kind of my jam. I’m not too keen on anything earlier than 20th century though. I mean, unless I can’t sleep, and then me and Bach have a hot date.”

“You know, I could help you with the sleeplessness,” he winked. “Say, your playlist have any -”

“Everyone knows you love the Beastie Boys, sir. My playlist had Licensed to Ill before I was on the Enterprise,” you interrupted. “I like most of that decade.” The song changed over and you smiled.

“I think we studied this song in philosophy of war,” Jim teased.

“Love is a battlefield?” You laughed, and pulled out of his arms. “Sounds like most of your Academy experience, from what I’ve heard.”

“You wound me.” He grasped his chest for emphasis. You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t you have a starship to captain?” You arched an eyebrow.

“Y/N! So cold!” He doubled over.

“You’ll get over it, sir.” You winked and went back to work.

The repairs on the shuttle were taking longer than you’d anticipated. Parts that should have been simple repairs were either more complicated for no discernable reason, or needed outright replacement. You were finally through the fuel pump, but it had taken a couple of days. You were finally squaring away the last of the wiring to the shields after a long afternoon of fighting with them, and you needed a break. As you rose, you flipped a few songs forward, needing a dance party to loosen up. The opening riff of the song almost echoed in the empty hangar. The theme and rhythm invited you to stretch out and before long, you were bouncing along to the music again. Lost in the music, you didn’t see Scotty coming to warn you that Jim was headed down to inspect the shuttle, nor did you notice when he rolled his eyes and backed away, unwilling to disrupt you.

You found yourself back in Jim’s arms, the familiar scent of him enveloping you. “We keep meeting like this, at this same nightclub. I’m drawn to your high ponytail and dance moves,” he teased, a half-cocked grin on his face.

“And I think you’re that bad boy that everyone has warned me about?” You countered.

“Bad boy with a heart of gold. Just misunderstood,” he winked. You shook your head.

“I know your type, Jim Kirk. You’re one of those good time boys. Good one time, then you vanish,” you challenged. He laughed, a genuine, real, belly laugh, his head thrown back with amusement.

“I like you,” he admitted. “Probably more than I should. I might even find you interesting, with your weird outfits, and wrong side of the track background.”

“Wait, which trope are we playing here, Jim? Are you the bad boy, or am I the bad girl?” Your nose wrinkled in a confused smile. You reached for him, putting your hand on his arm, and suddenly, his smile wasn’t put on, or cheesy, and he wasn’t playing games.

“Join me for dinner in my quarters, Y/N.” His serious tone was a strange contrast against the background of the cheesy Tiffany track. You tilted your head to the side and took him in. He meant it. You nodded.

“I’ll need about an hour to get washed up, and changed,” you agreed. He nodded and turned to leave, but stopped, walked back to you, and pulled you back into his arms, kissing you before you even knew what he was after. You nearly went limp in his arms. “Oh, uh.”

“Dinner,” he nodded and cleared his throat before turning to leave again.

“So I take it you like the side pony?” You found your voice long enough to tease him again. He stopped, and turned back, staying where he was this time.

“I might tear your clothes off if you wear it,” he said, all seriousness. You gaped for a moment, uncertain what to say. He was halfway down the hangar when your voice returned.

“Did you like it on the left better, or the right?” You called.

The Request

Dean/Castiel - Modern AU - AO3

@deanandhiscas, @marymotherofhunters, @cains-mane

It was only a kiss, how did it end up like this, it was only a kiss-” Dean was singing from the top of his lungs. The house was empty, there was no one but himself and the dog to hear him make a fool of himself. It was a perfect evening already.

Jealousy, turning saints in-into the sea,” Dean called, spinning in his room and narrowly avoiding a tumble when the rug beneath him twisted. “But it’s just the price I pay-” he continued, grinning ear to ear as Chief barked along with him. “I’m Mr. Brightside-

He probably looked like an idiot, but Dean couldn’t bring himself to care. He wasn’t much of a singer, no matter what his friends said. He also wasn’t a dancer by any means, acting like a dying robot more than an accomplished entertainer.

But Dean loved these moments to himself, kicking it in his room and pretending he was on that stage of his dreams, rocking harder than the classics, proving he was more than anything anybody had ever thought him capable of.

Yeah, that was the dream.

I’m coming out of my cage, and I’ve been doing just fine-” Dean spun again, this time spinning a little too far and catching the rug around his ankle. “Agh!” He shrieked just before his chin collided with the wooden floor.

Splitting pain erupted through his head, heart pounding in his ears as he blearily opened his eyes. Chief was wagging his tail, sniffing around Dean’s face with concern. A good lick to his nose had him sitting upright in no time, and Dean groaned as his body fought back in protest.

“Doing just fine,” Dean muttered, glowering as he rubbed his chin. His fingers came away with red liquid, and Dean cursed. Just his luck.

He stumbled out of his room and down the stairs to the kitchen, Chief trotting close behind him. Dean soon found the cupboards holding the band-aid’s and ointment. He was quick to put it on, frowning at how ridiculous he was going to look going in to school tomorrow with a band-aid over his chin. He could only hope it would be better by then.

Dean was just putting the box of ointment back on the top shelf when he heard a knock at the door. Casting a glance at Chief, to which the dog only tilted his head, Dean made his way to the front door.

“Hello-?” Dean stared.

It was his next door neighbor, or rather, their neighbor’s son. The Novaks had moved in next door only a week ago. Dean remembered the other boy from when his mother delivered a homemade welcome casserole.

His name was Castiel Novak. At least, Dean was pretty sure that was it. He didn’t plan on saying the other boy’s name until he heard it spoken by somebody else again. Making a fool of himself in private was one thing. He wasn’t prepared to do it in front of somebody else. Especially not a cute somebody else.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if maybe you could write some Jasper?

The fashion industry is a massive conspiracy to deprive her of pockets and force her to spend too long listening to the same washed out pop songs through crappy, static-filled speakers. Piper tugs another dress down past her hips and twists back and forth, examining the pencil dress Annabeth had picked out for her. There’s nothing particularly wrong with the dress, it’s a decent color for her, and not the worst fit, but it’s also not something she’d normally wear and she asks herself if a blind date is really worth wearing a dress for.

“What do you think?” Annabeth’s voice floats over the door of the dressing room.

“I think it’s a dress,” Piper responds.

“Very descriptive,” Annabeth deadpans. “What about the other one you tried on?”

“Which other one?” Piper asks sourly, side eyeing the stack of dresses she’s tried on so far.

“The black one. It was an A-line.”

“Ah yes,” Piper exlaims with mock excitement. “Because I want this guy staring at my boobs all night.”

“He’s a nice guy, Piper,” Annabeth protests.

“So you’re saying he wouldn’t stare at my boobs all night?”

Keep reading

a few days into playing Animal Crossing Happy Home Designer and i gotta say!!! i love it!!!!

a thing about this game that i REALLY love is that it has absolutely no time sensitive elements to it at all.  that means i can not play for two days and not worry about what happened “while i was gone” like with other animal crossing games.  it also means i can zone out in the middle of playing and nothing bad will happen lmao

mostly!!!! you get to make cute houses!!! there’s no points given in-game, so you dont have to sacrifice personal taste for Good Score, and theres no issue of money or budget that plays into what you are capable of doing!

as far as i can see, the game is basically going around and being assigned or selectively choosing which villagers (out of a randomly? selected handful) you want to make a house for!  you get new furniture sets based on what the client wants, so its fairly easy to get the kind of stuff you personally want while still bein a little random.

the interactivity with the villagers themselves isnt as complex as in other AC games.  you visit villagers after you’ve made their house and they say like three or four canned phrases that never seem to change.  

to make up for not having things like Daily Schedules to show personality and flair, though, theyve made a lot of furniture objects more interactive! you can smell flowers! you can play a tambourine along to some music! you can see ur little dude reading books off bookshelves!!  once i went into Goldie’s house (I gave her a fireplace) and she was warming her paws by the fire and wagging her tail.

you can also dress villagers in pretty much anything you yourself can wear, so i have this antelope guy walking around in a Cool Guy blazer and these small hipster sunglasses and its really quite fantastic, and anyone can wear a cute dress.

if you are looking for a REALLY low maintenance, relaxing, adorable game that asks nothing from you except that you love cute polygons, then this is the game for you.  if you want something a little more RPG and immersive, and REALLY like catching bugs and fish in earlier AC games, this one may not be as good of a fit

for me, though, this is basically what ive always wanted AC to be??? LMAO so check it out if thats the kinda stuff you like :’) 

His Sweet Nurse

Title: His Sweet Nurse

Anonymous asked: Great, thanks so much! I’m a total sucker for dirty talk/thoughts and praise, so I was thinking maybe he’s obsessed with a sweet nurse from the asylum. He often finds himself thinking about her when he’s all alone in his cell. After the Arkham breakout, he decides to find her and bring her back to the penthouse, where at first she fights back, but ultimately his charms are too strong, and she gives into the thrill of being with a criminal, and he finally gets to act out one of his fantasies. 😉

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Jerome x Reader

Notes: Jerome’s POV

Keep reading

DAVE: this is dumb im not making any sense
DAVE: lemme start over
DAVE: ok lets say
DAVE: way back whenever
DAVE: howww
DAVE: how did you tell your friends


ok can we please talk about this?? I just love this sorta brotherly conversation that they’re having. And can we talk about the fact that Dave is trying to figure out how to come out?? Like i just think it’s wonderful that they’re doing this whole feelings jam even though it’s pretty awkward and OOC. Also it’s just the heavy implications of Dave trying to figure out how to come out to Jade and John. ugh i dont really know what im tryong to get at here but i just want people to look at this.


* = Should be a future single

1. Confident - I love the horns & Marilyn Manson-esque guitars in the chorus, as it reminds me of the riffs from “The Beautiful People.” Not the strongest track by far and imo not quite single material but it has a great message and is fun to jam to. 

2. Cool for the Summer - Honestly one of Demi’s best songs. Sexy but playful, slightly dark, sensual, love the breathy vocals and the mix of pop/rock and electronics. This song rocked in the summer months! Should’ve been released way earlier in the year.

3. Old Ways* - The pre-chorus SLAYS. Even though Demi didn’t write on this one it definitely sounds like a Demi song. The lyrics aren’t exactly A+ (the chorus is a bit weak in general) but overall this is a great single-worthy song! When I first heard the full track I was blown away.

4. For You - This one’s *really* growing on me. It’s a big, brassy, ‘80s power ballad and she doesn’t hold back. I love the message of loving someone who can’t or won’t love you back like you need and going so hard for them and how it just kills you. The song’s a little cheesy and campy and Phil Collins in a good way!

5. Stone Cold - This is her Big Ballad. It’s a very lovely song and I’ve had it on repeat since it came out, but it doesn’t pack a punch like say, Adele’s ballads do, unfortunately. I love how she sings her ass off though.

6. Kingdom Come* - It’s slinky and cool, and the chorus is really punchy and addictive to me. Iggy’s verse is a little weak but I love the bit where she ends it with “Kingdom come!” and the feminist message in her verse. I’m still not sure what a “bittersweet tattoo” is but this is a great track even though it sounds a lot like “Black Widow.”

7. Waitin For You - I LOVE THIS. It’s refreshing to finally hear this kind of song from Demi. It likely won’t appeal to everyone but as someone who’s had tons of experience with girl-on-girl bullying, I totally relate to the pent-up frustration and rage in it! I even kind of like Sirah’s verse, which is slowly growing on me even though it doesn’t quite match the track (”You got your name in my mouth/Forgive me when I knock it out”) <– Love

8. Wildfire* - This song is just…wow. It’s so different from what Demi has ever done before. It’s sexy, it’s slow, melodic, atmospheric. This is one of her best songs  for sure. It makes its way inside your brain and stays there. And WHISTLE NOTES in the chorus!

9. Lionheart* - This is a big, emotional, powerful ballad. It’s so beautiful and reminds me of a climactic overblown Disney movie ballad. Nothing to criticize here. Can’t wait to see her tackle this live.

10. Yes - It’s a little Hallmark-y, but that also kinda works in its favor. I feel like I have to be in the *mood* to listen to this song, but I also really like it. It’s also totally about Wilmer.

11. Father - Demi goes all in here (”You did your best or did you/Sometimes I think I hate you”). While it’s not her most melodically beautiful ballad, it’s raw and honest, and I like how she’s showing all of her conflicting and painful emotions while still paying tribute to her late father. It’s a lovely euology/reflection, though I can’t decide if the gospel choir at the end is a little over-the-top.

12. Stars* - YES. YES. YES. This is the kind of sugary pop/electronic goodness that I live for! This song is everything Neon Lights wanted to be. From the awesome vocal effects to the bratty tone to that deliciously icy pre-chorus and slow build to the drop, I am loving this song! (”We don’t give a! We, we don’t give a!”) I wish it was on the standard. Reminds me a bit of Kesha’s unreleased track “Shots On the Hood Of My Car.”

13. Mr. Hughes - This one really reminds me of Christina Aguilera’s Back to Basics era. It’s a funny little “fuck you” song to a long-gone ex/love interest and Demi nails the sass here, as always. I really want to see her perform this one live.

Overall, the album gets a solid B+/A from me. 

Real talk though, Jimmy Fallon’s lip syncing battle have ruined my life. I’m not even joking, like earlier I was trying to jam out to Drunk in Love and you know what I thought of? Will Farrell lip syncing to it on Jimmy Fallon. And of course there is Emma Stone’s iconic performance on it, which brings up memories of her as Gwen in Spiderman where she dies. Which makes me sad as fuck and constantly traumatized.

One Miracle

Debby and The Never Ending’s EP ‘One’ was released yesterday. 

I remember 1-2 years ago, where Debby would make these small keek videos about how she was writing, and how her and Chase were working on it. Back then it seemed so distant, and it was still just this little idea, who was still slowly growing and making it’s way through the process. 

Then I remember Debby announcing the releasing date. June 24th. That was back when snow was still falling, and the days were short to me. June 24th and summer seemed so far away. Surprisingly; time flew by so fast. Months went by. March, April, May… And now it’s finally here! It’s still kinda surreal, but also a big pleasure. This EP is truly golden. It’s more than I could’ve ever imagined, and more than I could’ve ever hoped for. 

I’m glad, that she decided to share this side of her with us. She’s been saying all along that she did it independently, and it was true, but of course there were always people who didn’t believe it. They believed it would be another pop-princess-in-a-sparkly-dress record. I hope they give that an extra thought though. 'One’ is nothing like earlier albums from Disney stars, and that’s because it isn’t supposed to be. Debby went against the status quo and did her own thing. It payed off immensely. This EP is for everything. Singing along in the car, jamming in your room, alone or with your friend. It’s for days where you’re looking for something to hold on to… Everything really. 

I’m proud to know that Debby created this, with these incredible guys. Not only the rest of the band but also Chase. They had an idea, and they made it happen. They genuinely put their heart and souls into this, and it’s easy to tell when you listen to it. You kinda just want to drift off into another world. 'One’ is like a happy place to me.

Debby got to show everyone who didn’t already know; that she is more than just 'another girl from disney’. She’s a singer,a songwriter, an independent businesswoman and beautiful inside and out. This is her. We got to see the real Debby. Not Jessie, nor Debby Ryan. Just Debby who puts on a pair of shredded jeans, and jams with her best friends. 

So I’d just like to say; Thanks. For sharing your small treasures with us. We’re so super thankful. We love you.

debbyryan debbyneverending

I ran 44.32 miles this week, including 12 miles today. I’ve run 175 miles in the last 30 days. Boy, I am feeling it! Today’s run was harder than it should have been. The weather was fantastic and I had two fun friends to run with, but I was still dragging. The trail is a packed chit trail and they didn’t plow after the inch of snow earlier this week, which makes it a bit more difficult to run. Really, though, it was a beautiful morning and the trail is perfectly flat, so it’s more that I’m just feeling all the miles.

Yesterday’s run was an easy run with my LTF Run Club friends. Here we are after 6 miles in front of Lake Calhoun:

I know that I am so lucky that my husband runs AND I have fantastic running friends. It’s no wonder that I enjoy it so much. I run some miles by myself and get to jam to music and think big thoughts or think about nothing at all; I get to run with friends and chat away the miles; and I get to run with my guy who never lets on that he’s tired of listening to me talk about running. It’s perfect and I know that I’m lucky. Add on living in a fantastic place to run like Minneapolis and it’s more like serendipity. 

One more week of running like crazy and then it’s time to switch out some run miles for more time on the bike. IM Boulder training officially starts February 23rd and I want to be ready!