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Lucky - Jeff Atkins

Haiii!! I love your blog BTW! May I please have a Jeff Atkins imagine where y/n is a really good singer so as a surprise, he goes to one of her performances (she sings at Monet’s as a job) and he starts cheering for her being so supportive? (If you do characteristics of the reader, can you make her darkskin, Ie, big puffy hair, “her chocolate skin seemed to shine under the lights”) if that is okay. And lastly, can she be singing any song of your choice! Thank you!-

hey b! thank you! so i basically did it but minus the characteristics just because i like to write it as neutral as i can! the song is lucky by jason mraz, i hope you enjoy!

“You really can’t make it?” i said, sighing into the phone.

i put my guitar into the case as i switched my phone to my other ear.

“I told you, baseball practice is running late because Monty didn’t show. I’m so sorry babe.” jeff sighed into the phone, i could hear that he was upset.

i took a deep breath before answering him, “Well it’s the thought that counts. I’m still gonna do great so sadly, you’ll have to miss another amazing performance.” 

he laughed before responding, “I’m sure I can get you to play me a song later. Good luck, you’re gonna kill it.” 

i smiled a bit, he is always so supportive. “I will. Have fun at practice!”

we said our goodbyes and i ended the call and finished getting ready.

monet’s was having an open mic night with a little bit of a cash prize and i knew there was no harm in at least trying. 

on my way over, i was still a little upset that jeff was going to miss another performance. everyone wants their significant other cheering them on when they do something they love. 

i settled down and watched the acts who were also amazing. once it was my turn jeff still wasn’t here.

i pouted a bit but hey, the show must go on.

i grabbed my guitar and as i got on stage. i quietly set up.

i starting the beginning of lucky by jason mraz and right before the chorus hit i heard the bell ring above the door.

i keep you with me in my heart, you make it easier when life gets hard. i looked over and smiled wide at him.

he gave me a thumbs up and stood to the side of the stage grinning. 

lucky I’m in love with my best friend
lucky to have been where I have been
lucky to be coming home again
i’m lucky we’re in love in every way
lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
lucky to be coming home someday

and i finished the rest of the song and heard jeff cheering the loudest. i hopped off the stool and walked over to him hugging him tightly.

he grabbed my guitar from me and hugged back, squeezing me tightly. 

he mumbled into my hair, you did amazing babe.

i smiled and pulled back, “i thought practice was running late?”

“i ran some extra laps to leave early, coach knew i came to practice early.” he said kissing my head. “Plus, I needed to see this beautiful performance from my beautiful singer.”

i smiled even more and hugged him again, “Well, lucky I’m in love with my best friend, right?”

he laughed, “Extra lucky.”

anonymous asked:

Hi Anne, sorry for my random question but my friend and I recently had this talk about which one we thought was better a) BTS comeback twice in a year but shorter time for concert tour (which means less concert stops) b) BTS comeback only once in a year or two but longer time for concert tour (=more concert stops). It makes me kind of curious about what do you think about it. So what do you think, which one is better for BTS and army? it's okay tho if you don't really want to answer this :) :)

I wouldn’t mind if bangtan just tours every other year. That’ll allow me and other ARMYs to save money as well. At least one comeback a year I guess, but since they compose and produce their own songs I want them to just do it at their own pace. And to not rush anything. I would really love for them to spend time more in Korea and get more airtime exposure. Like join varieties or do drama or something.

anonymous asked:

"Excuse you, Batman happens to smell very nice and Robin has never 'laid an egg.'"

“Excuse you, Batman happens to smell very nice and Robin has never ‘laid an egg.’” Wally says in a suddenly very serious voice after you finish singing the well known parody.

“I’m sorry?” You aren’t really sure how to respond. “How would you know?”

“I–I just do, okay?!” He crosses his arms with a huff. Though you’d been dating for a while, he hadn’t told you about his secret life yet. His mind raced with ways to cover up this almost slip-up. “I never liked that song. It’s ridiculous.”

“Alright, I’m sorry. I won’t sing it again.” You say as you snuggle closer to him. “But did you ever hear the one about Kid Flash?”

Well I finally saw Beauty and the Beast which I have such a super important, controversial opinion on

it was okay but completely unnecessary

like, the movie really didn’t do anything for anyone. It added things that, in my opinion, no one needed because the writing for the original movie was just that good. It was solid, it didn’t need anything else TO it, so a lot of the stuff that ended up in the new was just kind…eh. Okay, then. 

Also, the dress? The dress was the most disappointing part of that whole thing HOW DID YOU NOT GO ALL OUT ON FUCKING BELLE’S DRESS

ONE OF THE MOST ICONIC DRESSES EVER AND YOU DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING I WANNA SMACK EVERYONE INVOLVED WITH THAT SHIT

They tag me in this...so yeah

Tagged by @falling-open

I’m not really a person that like to tag people in stuffs,so 

i’l just say 2 names and yeah @jamiltonhivemind @reincarnationchance (’cause i love you )


relationship status: single af,but with a lot of waifus
lipstick or chapstick: chapstick…i don’t like make up
last song i listened to: it was Satisfied,god it’s all day i’m listening it
last movie i watched: Mr Stange
top 3 shows: Games Of Thrones, Young Pope and…Jojo…?
top 3 ships: Okay i have to do 2 lists.

Hamilton= Hamlaf,Lams and Jamilton (+ Hamia,but nobody consider it)

My OCs= Gabriel x Getlen, Spectra x Ketra and Pandora x Gahel (and this one it’s impossible and it’s my angst one)

my pals on the lancecord asked me for some tips on cuban spanish so i thought i’d share them here too for all you lance writers. i’m a cuban voltron fan who doesnt want to live in fear of bad spanish in nearly every damn fic and im trying to be the change i want to see in the world. so feel free to message me if you have any questions about lance’s culture bc this is nowhere near being comprehensive at all.

lets get into the stuff google translate can’t teach u!

i don’t know anyone under the age of 60 who says “dios mio.” lance definitely would not, unless he is doing an impression of his abuela.

things that sound more natural than dios mio: ave maria, ay dios, por dios, AY POR DIOS

more commonly we exclaim “coño!” for anything. shock/anger/awe/etc. if the reaction is negative, it’s just coño. if the reaction is positive, we drop the first syllable and draw it out like “‘ñoooooo”

we exclaim “pinga!” or “cojone!” or “pinga cojone!” as a negative reaction more commonly than any translations of omg too

“de madre” is something we usually exclaim as a negative reaction. it can be yelled or sighed or grumbled. usually has a frustrated or incredulous connotation

“wepa!” is a sound we make as a positive exclamation.

we say “‘ueno” like the verbal embodiment of ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (it’s bueno with the b dropped)


other things that sound really stiff for cubans to say is like, “hola, como estas?” i mean, you say it to people you’re not on a casual level with. to friends/family these sound more natural:

“que bola asere” is how we greet our close friends

“que bola” or “que vuelta” is how we say hey

“oye” is hey! but not as a greeting, as an exclamation. something you would say before a greeting or on its own when surprised/offended/trying to get someone’s attention/etc

common insults: cabron/cabrona, mojon, comepinga, comemierda

common pet names for anyone: flaco, nena, mojon, mi socio, corazon

“asere” is our word for “bro” that no other country uses (1000% what lance calls hunk)

we also have a tendency to call our family members by their relation+their name, such as “my Tio Jimmy called” or “Abuela Carmen is making food.” i think this is when we have big ol families and just saying tio or abuela isnt specific enough


also this isnt spanish but i s2g so many bilingual cubans i know use the word “fire” almost constantly to describe something awesome. so i think thats a small cultural thing that communicates lance is cuban without having him speak spanish. (ex. “omg that’s fire” “hunk makes fire tacos” “pidge is fire at fixing stuff” “can you play that fire song?”)


now here’s a bunch of stuff that’s just my opinion

  • I think it’s most in character for Lance to drop Spanish words only one or two at a time into English phrases, since that’s how he uses it in canon (“Hasta la later, Keith!”). A couple of quick examples off the top of my head -
    • tremendo/tremenda - an adjective for huge. “You’re being tremendo sore loser, but okay.”
    • todito/todo - means everything. you can use them one after the other for extra drama. “I forgot todito, todo, about calculus immediately after passing it.”
    • These sound like really natural ways to drop Spanish into conversation without being forced if you keep it to a minimum. I aint here to tell u how to write your lance but i beg you - Please show restraint and don’t try to use all of these tips at the same time!!
  • I recommend following latin internet personalities (like jaxxgarcia or mr. red) to pick up their Spanglish phrasing if you’re really into that. please don’t try to make up your own. it’s never as cute as you thought.
  • if you’re writing full on spanish for more than a word or two, please do not ever make Lance speak it “accidentally” (or even worse, on purpose) to someone he knows doesn’t understand the language. that’s really rude and alienating and it’s so against lance’s character to isolate himself from others like that when he speaks fluent english. 
  • other times Lance can toss a spanish word in without sounding forced is if he’s namedropping cuban things! Try looking up some of our 
    • food (ropa vieja, pan con lechon, arroz con leche)
    • drinks (materva, iron beer, malta), 
    • films (juan of the dead, azucar amarga)
    • or music (celia cruz, marc anthony, juanes*) and have lance mention them by their spanish name if the topic comes up. 
      • *not all of these musicians are cuban, but they’re some of the most popular amongst us. i’m simply naming artists i think lance is most likely to enjoy considering his age and personality.
  • speaking of music, we have very specific dance styles that are pretty cool and almost mandatory to learn at a young age. cubans in general love to party, and to host large family gatherings which easily morph into parties, and basically any social event seems awkward if there’s no one dancing at any point. 
  • what I’m trying to say is Lance definitely knows salsa or merengue moves.
  • I don’t love to party and I’m not a good dancer and I don’t like dancing, but I know salsa anyway because I had to be in the environment my whole life. always exceptions, but the majority of cubans grow up knowing how to dance and it looks more or less like this:

and one last opinion for the road:

Voltron takes place in the future, so I like to dream of Lance being born in a world where Cuba’s free from communism. If you’re doing a Voltron AU that takes place nowadays, please don’t write about Lance’s experience in Cuba if you aren’t familiar with what it’s like to live under a regime like that. It’s very bleak and textbooks don’t cover half of the fucked up things that those who live there actually have to go through.

Lance could have been born in Cuba, but raised somewhere else. Miami would be my recommendation because it’s our second homeland and it means he would have been raised surrounded by Cuban culture without the governmental oppression. But Cubans are absolutely everywhere, so it’s equally believable that Lance’s family could have immigrated to Pawnee, Indiana. Even in Voltron canon, I think it’s likely Lance moved to America at a young age because he clearly has a native fluency in English.

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The Song of Achilles + character posters:

A C H I L L E S 

“Prince Achilles, son of King Peleus and the goddess Thetis. Aristos Achaion!”

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“you win if there’s a change in hyungsik’s face” ; part.1 ailee vers.
{ivy vers.}

Fake Chats #137
  • Jungkook: if I was really a cop, I'd totally arrest you.
  • Jimin: on what grounds?
  • Jungkook: of being too cute?
  • Jimin: wouldn't you just have to arrest yourself, then?
  • Jungkook: no.
  • Jimin: I think you would.
  • Jungkook: no.
  • Jimin: you're pretty cute.
  • Jungkook: but you're WAY too cute, is the point here.
  • Jimin: so you're gonna lock me up so only you can see me?
  • Jungkook: exact-, hang on. No, that's not what I mean.
  • Jimin: what do you mean, then?
  • Jungkook: see, this is precisely the sort of smug, adorable smile that will get you arrested.
  • Jimin: good thing you're not a cop then, huh?
  • Jungkook: doesn't prevent me from throwing you over my shoulder and taking you wherever I like.
  • Jimin: go ahead. I'll just steal your favorite shirts and hum your favorite songs while cuddling Tae.
  • Jungkook: that's illegal. I'll arrest you for that, too
  • Jimin: Jungkookie.
  • Jungkook: what?
  • Jimin: you're cute.
  • Jungkook: I don't like you. I'm locking you in my room.
  • Jimin: okay. Are we gonna cuddle all night? I wanna wear one of your big shirts.
  • Jungkook:
  • Taehyung: see, this is why you don't play these games with Jiminnie. He inevitably wins.
  • Jungkook: why are you always around to witness my pain?
  • Taehyung: is there really an answer to that question?

for @fauvistfly, who wanted something with pining and stiles being a singer

rated T, 2.3k also on AO3 here 

It’s four am and the diner is quiet. Derek finishes wiping down a table; life as usual, he’s alone, he’s at work, everything goes on as it does. He refills coffee for the two tired-looking truckers sitting at the counter and goes back to refilling the salt shakers.

The last time Cora was home, she’d asked if he and Laura ever considered selling the place. “Doesn’t do much business,” she said, trying to be gentle. Say it was okay to let go. But she’d only been a baby when the accident happened that took their parents; she didn’t have memories growing up here the way Derek and Laura did, playing hide-and-seek under the counters, watching their dad bake pies and their mom fill coffee, listening to travelers talk about their lives on the road.

Hale’s is fifty miles from the nearest town in either direction, a blink-and-miss-it diner still stuck in the ‘50s, right off the Pacific Coast Highway. The little town of Beacon Hills is an hour away, so almost all the patrons are travellers, people looking for respite from the road, on their way up to the redwoods or heading down to San Francisco and Los Angeles. There’s a little wall of autographs from famous people who’ve dined here; cowboys and starlets and authors and people Derek’s parents took a shine to. The diner is a historic landmark, not to mention it’s always been home to Derek.

So Laura manages the day shift and Derek does the night. It works out well; he doesn’t have to interact with people much. He and Laura were homeschooled until high school, and Derek had found Beacon Hills High School overwhelming with its crowds.

The radio starts a new song; it’s one of Derek’s favorites. He doesn’t remember the name of the artist, but it makes Derek feel alive. The song lyrics aren’t particularly sensual, but the man’s voice is— Derek shudders, feeling his blood run hot under his skin, and he imagines the warm touch of someone pulling him close, embracing him, kissing him—

“Can I take this coffee to go?”

“Oh. Sure,” Derek says, pouring the trucker’s coffee into a plastic cup.

They leave him a decent tip and are off, the bell jingling as they go.

Derek sighs, watching the moonlight dance across the ocean in the distance. He listens to the rustling of the trees, and occasionally a car will drive past the diner, lights blaring.

He turns off the radio and hums the song to himself as he sweeps up.

There’s longing here, of a love long lost, and Derek is lost to the song, to the memories it drags up.

Nothing but the sound of waves crashing on the shore, the white hot sun burning just beyond Derek’s closed eyes. He can feel the warm body next to him stir awake, and then fingers carding through his hair.

“Derek… hey. You awake?”

“Nope,” Derek says, and he can already picture it: Stiles leaning over him, his hair still wet, eyes bright with laughter.

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My Fake boyfriend Part 7

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2273

Warnings: SO MUCH FUFFLY

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

credits to the gif owner

Originally posted by winterwldow

Bucky gets off of the bench, offering you his hand. You accept gladly smiling at him, but his mind can’t focus on anything now. Would you let him kiss you? Would you be mad at him for asking? Maybe you would just politely decline; he wouldn’t blame you for not being attracted to him.

In the dinner room everybody is already sitting waiting for the two of you, including an old couple that he assumes to be Lucas’ parents and the way they are looking at you leaves him no doubts.

He sits by your side on the table watching as you smile at him and he kisses your hand. It is a small gesture, sure real couples do this all the time but it was also a way for him to say that things were alright between you two.

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Inspire Me || Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Word Count: 1.5k 

Genre: Fluff


It was late at night and you were still at the studio. You weren’t quite sure why you were here, maybe because it was quiet compared to your dorm. BigHit had just signed a new girl group, and you were lucky enough to finally debut with them.

Ever since BigHit had told you and your group the news, they had been incredibly excited about it. There wasn’t a moment anymore where you were able to get peace and quiet. So you had come to the recording studio at the BigHit building to sneak away.

There was a book you had been reading recently and you wanted to finish it as soon as possible. It was really good and you found it interesting, along with the messages and values that came out of the story, so you wanted to be able to read without being interrupted.

It was quiet, quieter than you had heard in weeks and it was comforting. The silence was always something you cherished because it meant that you were alone, and sometimes being alone was easier than constantly being surrounded by people.

As much as you loved your members, you needed time alone to think over things, or do things by yourself. Not everything could be down with them, and when you escaped like this they understood that. They would leave you alone until it got late enough and then one of them would call you and let you know it was time to come home.

You were annoyed when you heard the door to the studio open and you were about to snap at your members when you looked up and realized it was someone you had never met before. Of course you knew who he was though, he was Kim Namjoon from BTS, one of the other bands signed by BigHit.

The two of you locked eyes and you were both quiet for a little bit before you spoke up.

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anonymous asked:

"Why are you crying?" Four word prompt.

i really wanted to write a little something about sign of the times so this is what i came up with!! hope you guys like it xx

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“I can’t believe you’re making me wait like everyone else.” I grumbled, sitting in our bed with my laptop open to the BBC Radio 1 page. It was about 7:50 AM on April 7th. Harry was still lying in bed next to me, watching me with an amused smile on his face, his hand cradling his cheek.

“S’only fair as my biggest fan that you don’t get special treatment.”

“Or,” I was picking at my lips absentmindedly, still scrolling through the website, trying to find the right page, “You just like seeing me surprised and freaking out.”

Harry gently pushed my hand away from my face to stop me from picking at my lips, a habit he was always scolding me for.

“I would never be so cruel.” He said, but he was smiling at me.

“Aren’t you freaking out? This is the world premiere of your first single as a solo artist.”

He shrugged, “A little… Mostly excited though.”

I grinned and pinched his cheek, “I’m really proud of you, bub.”

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Hamilton Characters as Things Said in Choir(Warning my choir is really salty)
  • Hamilton: [beatboxing in background] I will pitch slap you so hard- maybe then you'll be on the right key and good enough to compete with me-
  • Laurens: Oh I don't mind, I've been in a closet this long, what's a few more minutes gonna do?
  • Lafayette: Scold me like one of your French girls
  • Mulligan: LEARN TO YELL OR NO ONE WILL LOOK AT YOU CRAZY AND THATS REALLY BORING
  • Angelica: I wanna be nice to you, but then you start talking and I change my mind
  • Eliza: My feelings may be hurt but my voice is still turnt
  • Peggy: I may be low but my notes are high
  • Maria: Hmmm okay I'm hot you're not, but you can still help me cool down
  • Washington: I just wanted to sing a song, but now I'm a freaking bed to midgets
  • King George: PLACE A CROWN UPON MY HEAD FOR I AM THE KING OF LOOKING LIKE A GOD
  • Jefferson: Wow, your outfit is so sharp it made your voice sharp too good job hun
  • Madison: Guys the band is one upping us just by existing let's just end it now and cry about it together
  • Burr: Don't touch me, I might catch your inability to sing in the right key
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Look, I know I’m not funny, okay?

Anyways, my friend was telling me about how she went to this party and everyone tried to greet her, but she just got really serious and said “I’m motherfuckin’ starboy” before turning around and leaving immediately and I was like “wow that’s the most Derek Malik Nurse thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life” so I present to you:

Nursey literally does this for two weeks straight after the song comes out because he thinks he’s funny or something and everyone is so fed up w him but lowkey, Dex thinks it’s dumb and funny and cute and will like snicker every time Nursey does it so uhhhh he continues doing it just to make Dex laugh. Okay now fastforward a few months, they’re dating, Dex does not find it funny anymore.  

At some point I’m probably going to watch the new Beauty and the Beast before it leaves theaters, since my mom wants to go see it.

Will try my best to go in with no expectations….but so far, I’m not impressed by Emma Watson’s singing. >>;

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Alright, this is my second (my apology gift, really, it’s over 5000 words of fluff) for Shay, in which I attempt to tackle one of her favorite tropes (characters A and B have to stay at a hotel and there’s only one room with one bed)

once again - thanks to @the-musical-alchemist​ for listening to me flip out about how to write this, I appreciate it always, Gio ;-;

I said it already, but I’ll say it again - Shay, you’re one of the greatest people I’ve ever met, simply because of who you are - you’re always kind, passionate, thoughtful, and are extremely talented and witty.  In short, you’re just incredibly wonderful.  Thank you so much for being you, and have the happiest birthday possible.  Hey, now you can rent a car and come visit me!!!


“Are you kidding me,” Roy grumbles, tightening his grasp on his small bag as he stomps his snow-packed boots on the porch of the building.  “Of course Grumman sends us to the most remote town, in the dead of winter, splits up our team, and gets us reservations in what has to be the absolute filthiest looking place I’ve ever seen.”

“Relax, sir,” Riza responds.  She flexes her frozen hands to try to regain feeling in her numb fingertips as she switches her bag from left to right.  “You’ve seen the rest of this town; the entire place just doesn’t have a lot of money.  I’m sure the inside is nicer.”

“Whatever you say, Captain,” he retorts.  Riza sighs at his snarky-tone, but doesn’t challenge him, knowing that the last thing that she needed was to argue with her superior officer when they were both cold, hungry, and exhausted.

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