i like some of the same music she does

Holy crap fusions can fuse the weapons as well! That makes sense. I’m in love with the design of her bow.

I forgot to mention but i love this freaking music. It’s absolutely fantastic. I think the fusion dance music had Pearl and Amethyst’s themes as well, that was a really great detail, Opal’s theme is also excellent. The music composers are really talented people.

I also like how they didn’t just put Amethyst and Pearl’s voice recordings over each other and got a whole new VA for Opal.

Opal is officially fighting Garnet for most badass character.

Also… now that i am putting these two together, they have lots of similarities. Garnet has two gems as well, they’re from the same color scheme, she has incredible strength and fast reflexes, and so does Opal, Garnet has three eyes, Opal has four arms. That might be some typical crazy theory, but what if Garnet is a fusion as well? That would explain most of the things around her, including her having more abilities than the other gems, her extra eye, super strength, two gems, etc. But i might be just overlooking at things, it’s pretty hard to tell whether that’s true or not right now as we’ve just been introduced to the concept of fusion.

anonymous asked:

I am just here to say that I love your fanfiction "A Little Change"! It is one of the best fanfictions I've read about Trolls. Keep it up! I love the chemistry between Poppy and Branch! They are just too adorable. Also, I've seen how Poppy would act when she dates Branch, but; how you think Branch would act now that he is dating Poppy? What is he thinking.

Aww thank you! I’m doing my best to keep it up. Okay, this is a long one. Not that it needs to be this long, I just ramble a lot.

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What if in the movie Captain Underpants sees Edith and he does the cartoon heart-eyes thing (with jazz music and maybe even a wolf whistle) because he’s attracted to her the same way Mr. Krupp is. She doesn’t recognize him because her glasses are off for some reason, so she’s like, “Sir, I’m flattered but I’m interested in someone else.”


By accident, my sister came across these Doctor Who Series 9 videos by TheUnknownTechnician: some of the most extremely sad moments without the music. This means you hear every movement made. You’ll hear every breath, gasp, sigh, and any other emotional sound at maximum volume. This is like standing in the same room and witnessing the powerful acting between Peter and Jenna. The first one I watched is from Face the Raven when Clara discovers she’s going to die, and she does her final farewell speech to the Doctor. Listening to Peter’s panic breaths and Jenna’s rapid gasps was so difficult to sit through. :(

So let’s play some more! :D Here are other videos in chronological order:

Doctor Who | “I’m The Doctor, and I save people!” Speech Extract

Doctor Who | The Doctor’s Zygon War Speech Extract

Doctor Who | Clara’s Death Scene Speech Extract

Doctor Who | Heaven Sent - “How Many Seconds in Eternity?” Speech Extract

Doctor Who | The Doctor Forgets Clara Speech Extract

Day 10 - YouTube

Note: I wasn’t going to write anything for this, but then I asked Bunny (my best friend) what she thought my Baz’s favourite music would be and she was like “Baz adores lady gaga. And edm. And waltzes. And basically anything used in a ballet. And dubstep mashups of the above. He makes some himself under a secret dj name” and tada~ this fic was born. Also I forgot to mention, this is in the same AU as my Coffee Shop fic and the Music fic, which you don’t have to read to understand, but it does make a bit more sense…

For @carryon-countdown


Simon was on the floor, laughing so hard tears were streaming down his face.

Baz (his boyfriend of two months, sixteen days and two hours) was red faced, sitting on his bed with his arms crossed rightly over his chest and massive (expensive) headphones hanging around his neck.

“Shut up, Snow.”  Simon only laughed harder.  “I hate you.”  Baz said without any real force behind the words.

Simon held up his hands so Baz could seem them over the edge of the bed and after a few shaky attempts (he was still giggling), managed to sign, ‘GAGA? Serious?’

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To whom it may concern (larry stylinson)

can’t even

with them

how do people

not see

it all adds up

it can’t all be ‘a joke’ or 'a coincidence' 

there has to be a point

where you realise

that it’s more than that

that there’s a difference between a bromance 

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anonymous asked:

The original name I have for her is Laquisha- do you think that would be okay? What I've been planning is actually coupling her with another poc girl (poc but not of the same race). She's a drummer because she really likes music. She's a bit of a loner- doesn't really talk to other people much because she's not the most confident. But she's willing to fight hard for those that she does get close to, which is how she kind of becomes the leader of my little group of OCs. Is this okay so far? Tysm!

Laquisha is a pretty name and i see nothing wrong w/ it

this looks really good so far! it’s a good touch to couple her w/ another woc bc for whatever reason i rarely see tht happen? she sounds cute tho!!

Some Overwatch Headcanons

Cause??? Why not??? Let’s do this

  • Junkrat would come up with so many different stories on how he lost his leg and arm, which are never true (for example: “ I was fighting a 30 of alligators “ or “I was sent on a super secret mission from this man who lived in a cave”, etc)
  • One time Zarya dyed her hair and it became a terrible colour and the people at Overwatch never lived it down 
  • Mei listens to hardcore screamo in her spare time
  • Maybe Ana and Reinhardt had a thing way back when before Overwatch crumbled???? (just my thoughts!!! pls dont get upset)
  • Winston is probably supportive of all the ships in Overwatch, or who am I kidding, he probably ships them himself
  • What if Mercy was like, really, really ticklish
  • Depending on what you think about Junkrats backstory (he was either born into it, or was really really young when it happened) he forgot most about it
  • MAybe Hanzo and Genji become bros again?!?!?!?! PL EASE?!?!?!?!
  • Somewhat the same feeling with Symettra and Lucio, I’d really like them to learn how to work together
  • At one point Reinhardt and Lucio decided to make Hasselhoff remixes making some pretty good music??
  • Mcree is allergic to dogs/cats
  • Meanwhile Solider: 76 secretly pets every dog he comes by
  • When Widowmaker remembers her life from before Talon, it hits her hard, she keeps it hidden but I guess just once someone like Reaper went to go help and comfort her??? Even edgy mcdarklords have hearts too.
  • Winston tries to meme/do a fad/trend but he’s just so bad at it, and when he does, he’s like, 5 months late 
  • Tea parties between Ana and Junkrat. (imagine the guy in hollywood and Junkrat like ”come on guys I got a tea party to make!” “Mate, me too”)
Taylor, can you please look at these blogs?

onyourleft-birdboy- this is Octavia (Tavi)! She’s one of my tumblr sisters! (She’s also a swiftie, so that automatically makes us best friends)

swift-starlight- this is Maggie! You noticed her on Instagram and liked one of her tumblr posts (the one about being called mom), but haven’t followed her yet! YOU FOLLOWED HER OMFG YAY!!!!!

kaitlynnicoleike- this is Kaitlyn! She went to your Seattle concert and had the metallic skirts, blue TS sign, and the Welcome to Seattle poster! She’s a great person, btw. Ooh, and you liked her post that said “just let this sink in”!

speedy-stole-my-pie/eyeofthetigeress- this is my tumblr mom: Emily! Speedy-stole-my-pie is her side-blog, but she is a swiftie! She is amazing; you should check out her work!

lanternburningflickeredinmymind- this is Daniela! She and I like a lot of the same things; books, superheroes, and YOU!

leiaskye- this is Saey! She is also one of my tumblr sisters! Definitely one of the funniest people I know.

natshabarnes- this is Aurora (I hope that’s your name because I’m pretty sure that’s your name)! She is a concert junkie and loves music…. She even got Bucky Barnes into your songs!

pietroimagines- this is Erin! Even though she’s a writing blog, she does post quite a bit about you!

These are some of my mutuals! All swifties, and have probably received messages of me screaming your lyrics at some point 😏

who’s the cuddler: Gar, forever, I mean, he can literally be a teddy bear

who makes the bed: Raven. She doesn’t mind a messy bed she just like…does it out of habit

who wakes up first: Raven wakes up at like the same time every day and sometimes Gar is already awake and sometimes he sleeps for two more hours. It depends. 

who has the weird taste in music: Raven listens to some weird stuff from her home and Gar likes it, although he prefers his weird techno dance music stuff

who is more protective: they’re both p protective, tbh, although Raven probably more. 

who sings in the shower:  Gar. He can’t sing for crap but he does anyway–and loudly. Raven pretends it annoys her but she secretly finds it endearing.

who cries during movies: Gar. Raven has that whole “no emotions” thing, so 

who spends the most while out shopping: Gar, although they don’t go shopping like ever 

who kisses more roughly: Gar can be a lil animalistic when it comes to anything, so him for sure, although Raven’s not necessarily gentle, either

who is more dominate: not answering sorry!

my rating of the ship from 1-10: 10/10 (I think this was my first DC ship, actually! Besides maybe Batcat)

Request: Could you do a one shot where the reader doesn't even know sam of dean but there in the same town and dean and the reader switch body's (the readers a girl) but the reader and dean have some of the same interest( like music and leather jackets oh and shes really tough) so dean has go to her school and meet her friends that are boys haha and the reader has to do the hunt and she does really good at it xD i thought it would be funny thanks if you take this request :)

(I put a little twist at the end)

Waking up was always the worst thing. If your alarm didn’t wake you, it was one of the kids at the foster home screaming. Oversleeping wasn’t an option. But for some reason, when you woke up the clock read 11:00. You were beyond late for school. Your foster parents were going to kill you…

You jumped out of bed, falling on the floor and knocking the covers off your bed. You jumped up and threw them back, but paused before moving any further. Those weren’t your covers. Those covers were dark blue, yours were a light green. And you weren’t in your room.

You ran out of the room and into an unfamiliar hallway. You heard somebody in another room, and followed the noise. You saw a huge guy with long hair standing in front of a stove. He turned around and smiled at you. “Hey, you want eggs?”

“Uh.. Sure.” You answered, sitting down carefully. “Um, the clock said it was eleven. Was it right?” You asked.

“Yeah…. Why?”

“I’m late for school!” You exclaimed, jumping off the seat.

The guy with the long hair laughed and shook his head. “Dean, you’ve been out of school for years, and even if you were in school, you were never eager to go.”

“Dean?” You asked. “My name’s Y/N." 

The guy completely turned around so he could look at you. His eyes narrowed and he looked at every bit of you. "Have you looked in a mirror today?”

“No.” You answered, confused as to why it mattered. 

“You may want to.” He suggested. 

“Where’s the bathroom?” You asked. You had to pee anyways. He pointed to a door and you walked in. You glanced in the mirror, and stopped right in your tracks. “What the Hell?” You mumbled, touching your face. In the mirror, instead of your usual face, was an attractive, middle aged guy. “What the Hell!” You shouted.

The guy from the kitchen stood in the doorway, giving you a weird look. “Y/N, I need you to stay calm, okay? I think something happened, and you and my brother switched bodies.”

“Wait… Your brothers in my body?” You asked.

“That’s the only thing that makes sense." 

"I have school!” You exclaimed. Oh shit. You just prayed he didn’t screw ruin your life.


*Dean’s POV*

I’m used to waking up happy, and when I want to. Not when some three year old screams in my face. It didn’t take me too long to realize that I wasn’t in my own house, but it took me a little longer to realize I was in somebody else’s body. It must’ve been the witch from yesterday. But who the Hell was the girl? 

I got dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. It’s surprisingly hard to get dressed while your eyes are closed. I didn’t know how old the girl was, but she seemed fairly young, and I didn’t want to be a pervert or anything.

Breakfast was already made; an assortment of pancakes and eggs. I ate quickly, then tried to get the phone. But there was a line of four kids waiting to use it. Just my luck.

“Y/N, hurry up or you’ll be late for school!” Somebody shouted. I didn’t pay them any attention though. “Y/N!” The woman pressed. Then, I felt somebody touching my shoulder. “Are you deaf? Hurry up or you’ll be late.”

So my name was Y/N, good to know. I put some shoes on and grabbed her backpack, then went outside. The woman who told me to hurry was waiting in her car, and motioned for me to hurry up. I jumped in the backseat with three other kids, and she sped off to school.

She dropped us all off and everybody went their own ways. I went to the main entrance, hoping I’d be able to find my way. “Y/N!” Somebody shouted. I recognized the name and looked for the person who was yelling.

A group of boys was motioning for me to join them. Oh God, please don’t have a boyfriend. Please don’t have a boyfriend! I begged. I jogged over to the crowd. “Was there homework in math?” One of the boys asked.

“I.. Maybe?” I guessed.

“Shit! Y/N, you’re supposed to be the smart one!” He exclaimed, earning a laugh from the rest of the group.

“At least we’ll all fail together.” Another kid joked.

“That may be okay for you, Alex, but I actually want to do something with my life.” Another kid said.

“Like what? Go to jail?” Alex retorted.

“Y/N, you’re being awfully quiet.” The first kid commented.

“I, uh, just don’t feel well.” I lied. 

“Gross.” Alex commented.

The bell ran and they all jumped up. “C'mon Y/N, if we’re late to homeroom again Mr. Ford will kill us.” The first kid said, walking away.

“Bye Kyle, bye Y/N. See you later.” One kid called. So his name was Kyle, good to know.

Lucky for me, i had all my classes with Kyle, so I just followed him around for the day. I had no idea what was happening in the classes, but I tried to look like I was interested. Kyle kept throwing paper at me, I guess that was something Y/N had fun doing. I dunno, kids are weird. Hopefully Sam would hurry up and help me.


“Do you think we can go to my school and get him?” You asked, running your hands through your new short hair.

“The school would never let us take you. We’re not related. We’ll just have to wait until your school’s over. Until then, we should figure out what caused this.” Sam said. You hated to admit it, but he made sense.

“Alright. Do you have any ideas?”

“I think it was a witch Dean and I hunted yesterday.” Sam said.

“A witch? Seriously?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“You are in somebody else’s body, you really gonna question the existence of witches?” Sam asked.

“Good point." 

"But I don’t know why it was you. Do you have any connection to the witch?" 

"Do you know the witches name? Maybe I do, and I just didn’t know she was a witch?”

“Daniel Collins. Sound familiar?”

“Not at all.” You sighed.

Sam rubbed his face in annoyance. “I have no idea what it could be.”

“Look, my school gets out in like an hour, maybe if we have -what’s your boyfriend’s name? Dean?- Dean, then we’ll have an easier time fixing the problem.” You suggested.

“Alright, first of all, he’s my brother. And that sounds pretty good. I’m gonna do some research, though.”

“What am I supposed to do?" 

"I dunno, draw some stuff on Dean’s face in sharpie.” Sam suggested.


Oh, thank God, one more period. I thought, walking into gym. And it was a class I was good at! Apparently the girls had to change, and I walked into the locker room, my eyes trained on the floor. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love nothing more than to be able to walk into a girl’s locker room. But these girls were like, sixteen. Maybe! That’s just wrong.

I got changed in the bathroom, my eyes closed again. And managed to get out of the room without seeing anything. Kyle and Alex were hanging out in the gym, and seeing as I apparently knew them, I went to hang out.

“I still don’t see why you don’t wear those short shorts all the girls wear.” Alex joked. I’d quickly learned their sense of humor, and figured out how to answer in the most Y/N-esque way.

I rolled my eyes and placed a hand on my hip. “Because I don’t want creeps like you checking me out.”

“Uh-oh.” Kyle said, sitting up quickly.

“What?” I asked, looking around. 

“Harley’s staring daggers at you.” He said, nodding to a girl wearing short shorts and a tank top.

“Why?” I asked.

“Are you dumb? You called her out the other day!” Alex exclaimed. I must’ve looked confused because Alex went into detail. “She was making fun of Bruce for his dark clothes so you jumped up in front of everybody and shouted, ‘at least he has clothes!’ How did you forget that?”

“I didn’t forget, I just assumed she wouldn’t remember.” I said. Alex and Kyle seemed pleased with my answer.

“Just be careful. We’re playing volleyball today. She’s gonna try and spike it at your face.” Kyle warned you.

“Yeah? I’d like to see her try.” I laughed. 

Alex and Kyle didn’t look to sure, but didn’t argue with me. Gym class started soon, and everybody brokeup into teams. I had Alex on my team, and Kyle was on Harley’s team, which he didn’t look too happy about. 

Harley started with the ball, and smirked at me. She hit the ball over the net, and I easily got it back over. The ball hit the floor, and I made it a point to smile at her. God, I’ve only been this girl for a day and already I’m causing problems.

The game continue easily, I was a stud at volleyball, which was no surprise. Then, Harley and I were at the front of the line, only the separating us. “Hey, Y/N, I’ve always wondered, what’s your last name? Like, do you have one? Or do you take on a bastard name like the old days?” It took me a second to understand her joke. Y/N lived in a foster home. I was gonna destroy this bitch.

I didn’t get to answer because the next round started. My team hit it over the net, and Harley tried to spike it at me. But I had good reflexes, and I hit it right back. She couldn’t get her hands up in time and the ball hit her head. I tried not to smile too widely.


You and Sam shared an awkward car ride to your school. You didn’t really know what to say. He still hadn’t figured out a spell to put you back in your body, and you were kind of freaking out.

Sam pulled up at the school, and you leaned your head out, looking for your body or maybe Kyle and Alex. To your surpise, you found all three together. “Can I go get me?” You asked Sam, who nodded.

You jumped out of the car and jogged over to yourself. You did that for two reasons: One, you wanted to get Dean back in the car quickly, and two, Dean was very cute, and you knew you’d impress some people. 

“Hey, Y/N!” You exclaimed. You watched relief wash over your face. 

“Hey, Dean.” Your body said.

“Sam and I thought we’d pick you up from school. We’ve got some stuff to do." 

"Oh, did Sam fix that problem he was having?" 

"Not yet. We were hoping you could help.” You said. 

“Uh, Y/N?” Kyle asked, giving you a weird look.

“Oh, you must be Y/N’s friends.” You said, smiling at them. It was funny how intimidated they were by your new form.

“Dean, this is Alex and Kyle.” Dean introduced you. “I gotta go, I’ll see you later.” Dean said, then pulled you away. “Where’s Sam?”

“In the Impala. We parked this way.” You said, leading Dean away. You noticed people looking at you, and saw people whispering. You couldn’t blame them.

You jumped in the front seat, and Dean, after sighing, jumped in the back. “Sammy, school sucks.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “You don’t have to deal wit hit everyday.”

“Oh, that reminds me. Do you have a friend named Harley?” Dean asked.

“I know a Harley. But she’s a bitch and hates me.”

“That’s her!” Dean exclaimed.

“Oh, God.” You groaned. “What did she do? Or, better yet, what did you do?”

“I did nothing!” Dean exclaimed defensively. “Well… I maybe have hit her in the face with a volleyball.”

You burst out laughing and clapped your hands. “That’s awesome!" 

"Dean, did you really bully a girl?” Sam asked.

“She started it!” Dean said.

Sam rolled his eyes and headed towards the bunker. You and Dean swapped stories. To your surprise, he did a very good job at being you. You got back to the bunker quickly, and you all ran inside.

“Oh, Dean. You should probably call my foster mom. Tell her you went to Kyle’s house.” You suggested.

“Ooh, Kyle!” Dean said in a high pitched voice, batting his eye lashes.

“He’s just my friend.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Oh, right. Alex is your boyfriend.” He teased.

“He wasn’t my boyfriend when I was in my body. Did you make-out with people during school?” You asked, smirking, making Sam burst out laughing.

After half an hour, Sam and Dean decided the best thing to do would be to kill the witch. They wanted to leave you at the bunker, but you refused. “What if we need to be in the same room to go back in our bodies?” You asked, and Sam and Dean decided it was better to bring you along than risk anything.

Sam gave you a gun, making it clear that you weren’t supposed to use it. It was only for an emergency. You all got in the Impala, and within ten minutes, you were at the witch’s hideout; an old warehouse just outside of town.

You all went in, you stayed at the back of the group, while Dean led.Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except for the old lady standing over a cliche cauldron. “Really?” You asked, rolling your eyes.

The witch spun around. Her eyes focused on you, then on Dean, and a smile spread over her face. “It worked, didn’t it?” She asked, cackling. She actually cackled! 

“What worked?” You asked, playing dumb. Well, you weren’t really playing.

“Oh, don’t be coy. My spell was very specific. I didn’t know you actually had a daughter!” She exclaimed, eyes alight.

“I… I don’t have a daughter.” Dean said, looking confused.

The witch burst out laughing. “Congratulations! It’s a girl! My spell only worked with child and parents!" 

You looked at Dean with wide eyes. You’d never even imagined meeting your real dad, let alone be inside his body! (Okay, that sounds kind of dirty, but you know what I mean.)

"Change us back.” Dean ordered, seemingly not fazed at all.

“Nope!” She exclaimed, then started muttering something. You didn’t even think, you just let your instinct kick in. You ran towards her and tackled her. She kept talking, so you shoved the first thing you found, a discarded rag, into her mouth.

“Holy shit!” Sam exclaimed. “Way to go!”

“Thanks. Uh, what do we do?” You said, still sitting on top of her.

“Make her change us back.” Dean stated, pulling out a chair.

You all tied her down, and after an hour of 'persuading’ her, she changed you and Dean back. You couldn’t believe how nice it felt to be in your own body. Sam and Dean let the witch live, but warned that if they ever heard from her again, they’d come back.

You all  jumped in the Impala,, and shared in an awkward few minutes. “So… You’re my daughter.” Dean started.

“Seems like it.” You confirmed.

“You two do kinda look alike.” Sam commented.

“What? No way! I’m so much cuter.” Dean scoffed.

“Yeah, and I’m too nice to be related to him.” You retorted.

“You’ve got the same warped sense of humor too.” Sam added.

“But in all serousnes. I’m sorrry I wasn’t in more of your life. I didn’t even know you existed! But, I’m happy you do. And, if you want, I’d love for you to come live with us.” Dean said, twisting in his seat so he could look at you.

You didn’t even have to think about it. “I’d love to!” Sam and Dean were happy about your answer, and couldn’t wait to move you into the bunker.

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youregoodbutimaravenclaw  asked:

What would you say would determine the difference between a Hufflepuff and a Ravenclaw? Like sometimes I feel like a Hufflepuff cause I'm too nice, and I'm loyal and trustworthy etc but at the same time I mostly feel like a lazy Ravenclaw trying to be as productive as possible haha plus I am a Ravenclaw but in terms of loyalty in particular how would a claw and puff differ? I guess I'm wondering about the different values they have

These are just some generalities, but I’d say that one of the ways to tell the difference is in work ethic (which is not the phrase that I want, but close enough). Like Ravenclaws, when they get into something they’re passionate about, are going to put all their energy into that one thing, sometimes at the expense of other things. This obviously is not always the case - Caitlin does lots of stuff with music, but she doesn’t let school or friendship fall by the wayside. For some Ravenclaws, they might. History is your passion? You may not put the same effort into doing as well in, say, science. You want to do well in school? Extra curriculars might take a backseat. Hufflepuffs, on the other hand, generally just put hard work and effort into things that are expected of them. Again, this is not always the case, but your family expects you to do well in school? You study and get your homework done to the best of your abilities. Your job has certain expectations of you? You get them done, even if you aren’t passionate about all those expectations. 

Once again, you can look to the elements that represent the houses. Hufflepuffs are earth - grounded and steady. Ravenclaws are air - flightly and go wherever the wind takes them. Note that I’m not using flightly to mean unreliable as every Ravenclaw I know is reliable, you just sometimes have to remind them of their other obligations.

In terms of loyalty, it is a canon trait of Hufflepuff. We talk a lot about loyalty in Gryffindor and Slytherin as well. Gryffindor comes along with the chivalrous part and Slytherins are known for being loyal to those they consider their own. Hufflepuffs, however, are loyal to people and their ideals. I think that’s where Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff overlap - I’ve never had a Ravenclaw friend that I couldn’t turn to when I was upset who wouldn’t hear me out and be a sympathetic ear. I think Ravenclaws are the ones that, instead of wanting to murder the person who made you upset (and potentially hold a grudge forever, like Hufflepuffs) will tell you “that’s rough buddy,” distract you with other stuff, and help get you calmed down. It’s still a type of loyalty, but I think Ravenclaws are the least likely to hear you complain about your significant other and go “let’s kill them,” which is something I can see all three other houses doing.

-Amy (Hufflepuff)

Play Me

Skimmons Record Store AU.

old EPs, dusty guitars, sticky-notes, back-offices and bonfires.


Skye doesn’t hear the bell when someone walks in, mostly because hardly anyone walks in anymore, partly because the bell is almost broken.

Besides, she’s tapping away at her MacBook, working on something at the register. Working on something that’s not work related at all. Sort of.

It’s just that AC Records is so dusty that they gave up on trying to rid the place of just that. Bobbi and her had been done sorting out the new records somewhere a few hours ago, so she was working on some ‘stuff’ in the back, which probably meant that she was listening to old records while texting boyfriend Lance Hunter.

It’s the same Lance Hunter that slouches over her register with an amused smirk on his pretty face. Skye startles, a little, and pushes her headset from her ears, dangling it around her neck.

“Jeez. Hi.”

“Hiya, babes. I got you the regular. Also you have a customer,” he says, sliding a Starbucks cup over to her.

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Nate Maloley


   Nate’s POV

Today was a writing day,nothing out of the ordinary just vibin’ sitting around trying to make music my fans would love. The only issue is I couldn’t get any inspiration from anything. 

“How about, taking the chance moving from home to L.A” someone suggested, it was a good idea but would that make a good song? Seriously nothing could inspire me right now. “How much longer we got?” I asked, “you wanna end the day short don’t you?” Luh asked, I nodded my head and took a swig of water “I seriously can’t think of anything I wanna take a walk” I said. He nodded his head and just like that the day was cut.

I grabbed all my things and headed out the door plugging in my headphones. L.A was such a beautiful place, lotta things that could help me, but since we Santa Monica, I decided to head down to the pier. 

A few minutes go by and I’m nearing the end, there are a few youngin’s a few people but nothing too inspiring. But there was sometihng that immediately caught my eye, she was near the end of the pier just looking over into the water. Y/H/C flowing in the wind, but she looked upset and the same time. I kept my cool and walked over to the little lady, “hey” I said confidently. She looked surprised and smiled “uhh hi?” She asked, “can I ask you something?” I asked, now I was getting a little scared. The girl shrugged her shoulders and nodded her head, “it’s such a nice day out, why does it look like you’re having the worst?” the girl looked down, “just some things aren’t the way I planned I guess” she spoke, her voice breaking near the end.

“I’m Nat–” I said, “I know who you are, I love your music” she said, her voice low as if she’s afraid to speak any higher. “Can I ask who you are?” I asked, it was chill that I actually met a fan and they didn’t seem nervous out in public. Not all of em are, all of em are chill but I feel like I can relate to this lil ma’. “Y/N Y/L/N” her voice spoke. I smiled, “that is such a beautiful name” I said, Y/N just blushed and looked to the ground. “Thanks” she mumbled, “well Y/N do you feel like taking a walk with me? Ya know, we can chill and explore this place” I said, her Y/E/C seemed to light up at the thought “I would love too” she said. I smiled and took a chance to grab her hand, which she happily accepted.

Hours went by and the stars completely took over the sky. “It’s so pretty” Y/N breathed looking up, I noticed that she noticed the little things, she noticed how happy little kids got when they got a little treat, she noticed how the sun painted the sky in different colours of red and pink when it went down. “You’re staring” she said, I blushed, and she realised that I think she’s amazingly beautiful. “Okay my turn to ask a question” she said, “shoot” “what we’re you supposed to be doing today? You seem a bit distracted” It was my turn to look somewhere, was I supposed to admit that writing just wasn’t my thing today?

“Nate?” Y/N asked me, “we were in a writing session, but it wasn’t me today so we cut short and I end up trying to find some inspiration” I admit. We sat down on the grass, I started walking her home “and did you?” She asked, that’s when I noticed a little shiver came from her petite body “do you want my coat? It’s a bit cold” “nah, you’ll need it I dunno where you came from” she argued, but I was already shrugging my coat off my body. “Or this happens” she said once I wrapped it around her.

We sat in silence for a bit got each other’s numbers, just relaxed out on the grass, “I guess I never answered your question” she said after a bit, I just looked at her and raised my eyebrow. “My day wasn’t going as I hoped or planned, I guess something’s aren’t supposed to happen for some people” she said, “what’s this coming from Y/N?” I asked, it was starting to sound serious. “On the pier, I was trying my hardest not break down in tears while waiting for my friend to come get me, I was broken up with a few minutes before you walked towards me” she said. I sat up from my laying down and started to comfort her, I put my arms around her and she sat between my legs. “I’m so sorry” I said holding her close. I had a feeling she wouldn’t admit but I could feel her tears hitting my arm.

A ringer went off as we sat in silence, Y/N stopped crying, but I’m pretty sure she also fell asleep. I smiled at the thought of that, she seems so innocent, she seems like she would never intentionally hurt someone. I was already attached to her, she’s one of those people you find, that will take care of everybody before she takes care of herself. I want to be that person who takes care of her, I don’t want to see anything bad happen, starting right now.

The ringer went off once again, so I grabbed the vibrating phone from her back pocket and looked at the caller i.d “mama” I smiled and gently shook Y\N awake. “Y/N your moms calling” I said, she just stirred. So I let me body go limp and we both fell backwards. That Got her, “I’m up wassup?” she asked rubbing the sleep out of her eye, “your mom’s calling” I said. She just rolled her eyes and grabbed her phone, “hi. No i’m still out, pretty close, i’d say 15 ish minutes, alright bye” and hung up. “I have to start heading home” she said, I grabbed her hand and walked her home.

On her front lawn, she started to give my jacket back “no keep it, it looks cute on you” I said, “but it’s yours, I can’t, I don’t even know how you’ll get back” she said. I shrugged, “i’ll call a cab, but keep the coat, it’ll give me a reason to see you again.” Y/N blushed and looked down, “you never answered my question” she said, “which is? Cause we’ve asked each other a lot of questions” I said causing a cute little giggle come from her lips. “Did you ever find your inspiration?” She asked, I wrapped my arms around her for a gentle hug, “I found a damn beautiful inspiration”

themightyherobofades  asked:

So i don't keep up on these things very well but what happened recently between Miley and Nicki that cause her to fuckin wreck Miley? I'm not defending Miley at all but i feel i should have some facts lol

the jist of things is that Nicki Minaj pointed out on twitter how award shows and people like to fucking screw her out of the recognition she deserves, which is inherently racist.

The reason its plausible that it’s racist is because her work is provocative and she wears skimpy outfits, and her videos have millions upon millions of views.

Miley Cyrus does the same thing to the same degree, except by appropriating black culture, and generally being a racist piece of shit, but Miley gets the recognition as being “bold” and “trendsetting” while Nicki and her music are slut shamed, even though it does the exact same thing. Because that’s how racism works.

So then Miley says some utter bullshit, and Nicki was basically like “I’m comin for u bitch” and lo and behold Matron Barbie fucked Miley’s shit up in front of millions upon millions of viewers and the lordt was good

and then Miley proceeded to continue to become more racist than we already thought she was, by wearing dreadlocks on stage, not acknowledging the point of Nicki’s message OR her mistakes, and announcing her vote for Donald Trump. YIKES.

And none of it was scripted. :)

Ok , so I saw someone in concert recently , and even though I loved them , I said to my mom , “ It just wasn’t the same , how come they don’t really talk to their audience or get personal? I was really waiting for them to start having a conversation with us, or say some really inspirational things. But I told her , ” They just play their music then get off the stage". And she goes, “it’s because you’re spoiled by Taylor”. And she’s right. No one can connect with their audience the way that she does. And make it feel like , even though you are in a huge stadium with thousands of other people, like its just you and her . And also do all the other things that she does like Loft , meet and greets , trying to find fans before her shows , sending fans presents . We just forget and expect every artist to be like her, but they are not. I know every artist is different, and you shouldn’t compare, but she sets the bar really high for other artists. And I will go to other concerts in my lifetime, but I will never enjoy , smile as big, and have that level of excitement with any other artist in the way that I do with Taylor . Because there is only one Taylor Swift , who I love so very much…

Here’s the thing, at some point as a Taylor fan, we have to understand that she really does not owe us anything. We may invest in her, but Taylor is a human being who is changing all the time. She is learning new things about herself, she is trying to find what in this world is right for her. We tell our parents to give us freedom and to let us make our own mistakes so we can learn, but why don’t we allow Taylor Swift the same freedom and courtesy? Why do we feel like we can control how she is?

We may not understand the choices she makes, or we may feel disconnected at some point, but that is because we are all different and we are changing, just like her. We may be able to relate to her music, and even relate to her at points in time, but beyond that it’s her life. She is trying to make the best decisions for herself. And what I find very sad is that we make the same type of decisions she does on a daily basis, and sometimes we disappoint people, yet we expect them to accept that and still love us. But do we do that with Taylor? The answer to that is a resounding NO! We think she should choose what we want her to, because we may like a certain type of music, a certain style of clothing and hair, or a certain guy. And when she chooses something else we get angry. I hate to tell anyone who gets angry, we have no right to be angry. 

Do you tell your friends at home what to wear, what to say, or who to date? If they told you those things and you disagreed, do they get mad at you and say how awful you are or how disappointed in you that they are? Why are our friend considered people who are just learning in life, but Taylor isn’t? Why do we hold her to this impossible standard that no one can achieve, and when she fails in our eyes we tear her apart? We act like we know all the things going on in her life at an intimate level, but we don’t, not even close. We don’t know when she calls someone she hurts to try and make it right, and we don’t know if the person we are choosing to believe over her is lying. Yet for some reason Taylor is the one we choose to demonize in every situation.  She is simply a human being trying to do what’s right, and guess what, she screws up, hurts, and disappoints people all the time, JUST LIKE WE DO. Our real friends don’t forget the good things we do the second we mess up, so why do we forget everything good about Taylor? Why are we so quick to give her ex-boyfriend the benefit of the doubt over her? Because I guarantee there is so much more to her last break up than we know, yet we act like we know everything.

My last thought is, when are we going to realize that the only person Taylor owes anything to is to herself? It’s a sad, sad thing when we don’t allow Taylor to make choices that make her happy, and that we expect her to be miserable, or pass up something that has the potential to be incredible, to make us happy. Life doesn’t work that way. You want to live your life free to make your own decisions and mistakes, well guess what? So does Taylor Swift.