if you know the song where this title is from

The Night She Took (My Breath Away) SMUT (NSFW 18+)

A/N: Hi guys. I have no idea where is came from but here it is. The titles is from this song I Don’t Know Her Name by Bad Boy Blue and I think the lyrics are perfect for this song. Also, idfc by Blackbear helped me with the smut. Thank you thank you thank you to @writing-obrien for helping with this. She’s such a lifesaver, She’s always there to jump in and take over.

Warning: SMUTTT, Slight alcohol abuse(I mean their drunk so), mentions for drugs

Word Count: 5482

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

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5 a.m. [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: Inspired by the one time me and some friends went to McDonald’s at 5 a.m. The reader, craving junk food, drags a sleepy Lin out of bed, way too early in the morning. The breakfast menu isn’t up yet. Chaos and shenanigans ensue.

Word counter: 4,474

Warnings: None, just a really sleepy and grumpy Lin. 

Authors Notes: @sunshinemiranda - i cannot believe i got to the chance to collab with ren again??? you guys, this honestly all stemmed from this really cute story she told me and then me (being pushy and annoying as per usual) needed to get in and then this came into being!! we got so attached, we made headcanons for this, unbelievable. i still want to make a prequel. enjoy.

@alexanderhamllton - i got to collab with my girl again, can you guys BELIEVE??? I am so happy with how this turned out, we made a whole lot of headcanons (hence the mixtapes) and we really hope you guys like it! If you want more from this universe PLEASE let us know, because we would love to wirte that! 

askbox | olivia’s masterlistren’s masterlist

Lin wasn’t expecting his phone to ring at 5 in the morning. He wasn’t expecting anything but a solid sleep that he desperately needed after too many late nights full of work. Funny thing was, life had a screwed up talent at ruining expectations.

His phone lit up in the dark, vibrating against the wooden bedside table with a vicious energy. With a groan, he stabbed a button blindly and brought it to his ear without even bothering to emit a greeting. It was too early for that.

“Lin. Listen, it’s 5 am. You wanna go to McDonald’s with me?”

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pairing: Bucky x reader

words: 1.2k+

warnings: mild mild angst but F L U F F 

summary: A quiet cold November morning with Bucky, confessions happen.

A/N: I don’t know what this is or how it happened but I like it a lot. Title (also the song I listened to while writing this) from Salvation by Gabrielle Aplin.

@buckyywiththegoodhair​, you are an angel and I don’t know where I’d be without you. Thank you so much for helping me out and editing.


Originally posted by lovablecouples

You were preparing your morning coffee when Bucky Barnes walked into the room. He took his usual place, leaning against the kitchen counter, just watching you pour way too much sugar in your extra tall mug, like he did most mornings. The two of you were the only ones in the building to be found awake this early. Besides Steve of course, who routinely went out for a run every single morning before the crack of dawn. 

Bucky watched you with an amused expression, a lazy grin spread on his face and sleepiness evident in the way his eyes were slightly hooded. The coldness of the floorboards beneath your feet acted as a reminder that you shouldn’t be walking around barefoot on a cold November morning. 

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anonymous asked:

can you post the list of the songs bts have made playlist on Spotify ?(because i can't access spotify from where i live...)

Okay, I just typed them all out! I’ll try to remember to update this when Tae and Jimin’s playlists come out. If I forget, send in another ask and I’ll type those up too! I know how hard it is to not be able to access certain things because you’re in a different country. So please enjoy~
- Kristi
P.S. I typed it the way Spotify shows it, so it’s Title - Artist - Album

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forget your woes

for @therebelcaptainnetwork​‘s rebelcaptain week!

day two: comfort

title and intro quote from the meadow song from the hunger games. this turned into a ramble about space!cultures but okay. (I know spice is drugs in star wars, but like they have food spices too, right?!) 

word count: 640

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true.
Here is the place where I love you.

Cassian had met countless beings over the course of his life. Picking up on the nuances of different cultures came easily to him - like how different sides of the same planet laid out their cutlery differently, and how eye contact was threatening to one species and mandatory in another - it had saved him from many a situation. It was a survival skill, really. 

But he suspected it was also born of a yearning for his own people. 

He wasn’t sure what others remembered of their childhood, but his was so short he clenched tightly to the fragments he had left.

Cassian could feel Fest’s permanent chill in his bones, still remembers the way the cold nips at his fingers and toes. 

Fest’s culture and traditions revolved around the idea of warmth. It was found in the spices of their foods, and the thick lining of their jackets. It explained the Festian reverence for fire, food, and family. A full stomach and a full heart keep winter’s chill in the dark.

Cassian had spotty memories of heavy blankets and dances around campfires, singing praises of the ice and snow. He remembers the feeling of his mother’s hand gripping his as they whirled around the hearth like snowflakes in the wind until his eyes were droopy with sleep.

You could take him from Fest, but you couldn’t take Fest from him. 

It’s there in how he pulls his jacket around him even on the warmest of planets, a weight in all the right places, soft synth-fur grazing his skin. Jyn teases him for it, at first. He grumbles something about being cold-blooded, and of course a spy would have amassed a large variety of jackets, right? 

It’s there when he dumps three different spices onto his dinner. Bodhi raises an eyebrow. “That’s an interesting combination. We don’t mix those on Jedha.” Cassian recognizes the wistful look in his eye. 

“How do you do it, then?” 

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One broken heart

Title: One broken heart

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Word count: 479

Theme song: Christina Perri - The Lonely

Request(by: illusionstrackt): Can u make an Imagine where Y/N is in Love with Kai (Parker) and he doesn’t Know that bc hes in Love with Bonnie and Y/N ’s Super sad about that?  Thank youuuu ☺️💗


Sorry for it is really short. Hope you will like it!

Hugzzz and kisses. xx

You smiled on the outside while in the inside you were dying from pain. Like it wasn’t enough to see them all the time together smiling at each other and how they fit perfectly, you were on new level of ‘how to destroy your heart’.
“… and she is just stunning. Do you understand? I think you do. You have been in love at least for once, right? And besides – she is one of closest your friends.” Kai smiled at you widely as he talked about Bonnie and how gorgeous she is.
“Yes. I think I can understand that.” You smile plainly. If only he knew. If he knew your true feelings that you have for him. But would that change something when clearly he was madly in love with Bonnie? And she was one of your best friends too. It was really hard for you to live with that but you knew that she had some short of feelings for him too. And you could never do something that would hurt her. And that means that Kai can never know what you felt for him and how really special he was to you.
“And how was that?” He asked you with a charming smile on his face.
“How was what?” You asked because you lost yourself in his eyes and forgot what you were talking about.
“Your love? Did you felt just like I am feeling now?” He giggled and his eyes closed. You lowered your eyes and smiled at ground a bit painfully.
“It was nice I guess.” You lied because you didn’t want him to ask you questions that could lead to confessing your love for him.
“Only nice?” He furrowed his eyebrows and was waiting for your explanation.
“Well. It was one sided, so…” You smiled sadly at floor.
“Are you for real? How someone could not love you back?” He looked astonished.
‘You don’t.’ – You whispered in your mind and shrugged.
“Sorry but I don’t want to talk about that.” You told him in creaky voice as you tried to hold back your sadness and tears.
“Sorry, cutie. I didn’t want to upset you.” He sighted heavily and took you in his arms for a hug. And that was when your feelings and sadness crossed the line. Tears started to stream down your face as you burrowed it in his chest.
“I guess it was pretty bad.” He said in depressing voice and hugged you even tighter. You wanted to tell him. To tell him everything. But you never were selfish and you have no intended to be like that now. You just took in his warmth and smell wanting to never forget how it feels like to be embraced by your one and only love. You will never be happy but at least – he will. And that was all that matters to you.

Test Tube Suspicion

ok so i have a few things about test tube and the next episode part considering they said she would have a bigger role they also said that about knife but this post isn’t about him happy knife day so thats my ticket to talk about this before the episode comes out i would talk about this on test tube day but that seems to be after the release date so i’ll just reblog this on test tube day happy test tube day to the people reading this on test tube day

i think test tube is not who she says she is.test tube is a beloved character as well as most other characters in the fandom but these are the reasons why i don’t trust her

she doesn’t talk much ,ill start with the weakest reason first now this is could be do to introversion or some anxiety disorder but having it in an animated series is kind of weird


this is a video of test tube singing ‘Still Alive’ from Portal as she murders other contestants now this could also be do to joking around because ha ha glados is science who murders people we also have a science character lets make her sing a song from portal but i still count this as a reason because murder is,you know bad. i’d probably see this as a reason even if it wasn’t titled..

TEST TUBES BIG SOLO you know a solo in music a solo is when only one person plays. in a situation where only test tube is in the scene which sounds awesome and could also reveal a side of test tube we haven’t seen before maybe in the next part, maybe later but as the video was it will be most likely shown in

HER LAB you know how many times we have seen her lab in the show? Once. You know how many times its been mentioned after that? None. You know how many people were in there other then her the one time it was seen? Two or one however you see yin-yang.I don’t know about you but that raises some suspicion flags for me. Especially sense the person who could tell people about her lab is eliminated. AND GUESS WHAT SHE DID TO THE ONE(?) PERSON WHO GOT INTO HER LAB



TESTING ON A NOTHER LIVING BEING WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION THE ONE TIME SHE IS VEIWD IN HER LABORATORY also kind of suspicious she was working on something for yin yang before she even showed any one the lab.. and speaking of tests you know what also seems to be very interesting to be tested on


we have no idea what the egg is,how it got on mars,what its gonna be when it hatches if it hatches which is why it should be tested

this happens on screen btw 

but every time egg is on screen fan is normally with it because he is a good loving dad and in mazed and confused she isn’t really in her right mind

we still don’t have enough info on her and the egg to say anything for certain

but you know another reason i don’t think she’s who she says she is?


the thing everyone saw coming in this post at ^this time^ in the inanimate insanity livestream the question is asked “will there be a ‘new taco’ in season two? basically someone who is secretly not who they seem.” adams confused response was “Definitely not in the way taco was” now what did taco do to not be seen as a threat? she acted unintelligent ‘half witted’ in her own words and also made a bond with another contestant who was loyal enough to stick by her side 

now test tube is different yet similar with that she’s definitely not pretending to be half witted quite the opposite in facts flourishes in her vast knowledge and doesn’t hide it but if she is the new taco lets look at some comparisons of how they got the friends to interact with them for the first time 

with taco how she got pickle to side with her balloon was being mean to taco and then pickle stood up for her and then spent the rest of the season smack talking balloon and other things

with test tube she was admiring astrology and fan just..showed up if they both were planning something i don’t think friendship was part of the plan until later

now if test tube is the new taco she definitely fits the bill for not in the way taco was but has the same circumstances on friendship 

and ALL OF THOSE REASONS are the reason i don’t think test tube is who she says she is.

Tagged by @dayumjung

Rules: Using only song titles from one artist, cleverly answer these 10 questions.

Artist: Lana Del Rey
Gender: Driving In Cars With Boys
Describe yourself: Daddy Issues
How do you feel: High By The Beach
If you could go anywhere, where would it be: West Coast
Your best friend: Sad Girl
Favorite time of day: The Blackest Day
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: God Knows I Tried
What is life to you: Money Power Glory
Relationship status: Video Games

Bucky Barnes: Sing Me A Song

Originally posted by uptownhalsey

Title: Sing Me A Song

Prompt: Can you do the soulmate au where you hear your soulmate but only when they sing, with Bucky? (I saw that and fangirled)

Characters: Bucky

Warnings: mild swearing

Word Count: 2,551

Notes:  There are a couple pov changes just so you know.  I thought it’d be interesting to see how you both saw the situation.

There were not many constant aspects of the Winter Soldier’s life.  He was always moving from mission to mission, adjusting to whatever came his way; this lasted nearly seventy years.  

The first time he heard your voice, the Winter Soldier had been ten days into a mission in Siberia.  He had been hiking one of the taller peaks in the area, making his way towards a remote village only accessible by foot.  His Hydra-dealt nutrition rations had been used up four days prior, and though he was a strong supersoldier, he needed to eat just like the rest of us.  His usually strict and tactful thoughts were starting to wander into the furthest reaches of his mind- uncharted territory.  His feet were working mechanically under him, carrying his body closer and closer to the village, and he was beginning to think that his first stop would be to get food rather than pursuing the mission.  It was during these thoughts when he heard you for the first time.  

Needless to say, when you entered his world for the first time he was more than overwhelmed.  Your childish, cheerful voice rang through his ears so suddenly that he nearly fell over with surprise.  ‘The itsy bitsy spider went up the waterspout,’  He thought he must have been hearing things, from nutritional deprivation he concluded.  This was a one-time occurrence, he assured himself.  ‘Down came the rain and washed the spider out!’  Okay, he thought.  Hallucinating is probably one of the symptoms of not eating, that’s all.  ‘Out came the sun and it dried up all the rain,’ Maybe he was just going insane.  After all that he had seen over the years, insanity was never out of the question.  Maybe he deserved it- after all the killing and terror he had caused it was certainly a possibility.  ‘And the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again!’  In that case, a small part of the soldier was glad; a miniscule part of him wanted nothing more than to die.  To end this madness.  To end the horrors he was causing.

The Winter Soldier shook his head as though it would rid him of these awful thoughts.  At that moment all he needed was to complete the mission, regardless if he was insane or not.  Because that’s what machines do- they complete their task, no matter how broken they may be.

By the time his mind focused again there were street lights in the distance, signifying that he had arrived at his destination.  And as he reached the main road, he could have sworn he heard the voice singing the verses again in the back of his mind.


The next time the Winter Soldier was unfrozen was when he was tasked with assassinating a nuclear engineer being escorted out of Iran.  He was nearly falling behind on the mission because some annoying song was on replay in his head; something about the noises of a fox.  He had already tried numerous breathing techniques in attempt to clear his head, but nothing worked.  The stupid song was still stuck in his head, being sung in an obnoxious girl’s voice.  (Maybe her voice wasn’t obnoxious, in fact it was quite good, but the song made her sound obnoxious.)  

The soldier ended up shooting the target through a redheaded woman’s side, making a clean shot through the head.  A malicious grin spread across his face as he realized that this was yet another successful mission for him to have completed.  The moment would have been a lot better if the voice in the back of his head wasn’t singing though.


The man on the bridge- the soldier knew him.  The man seemed so sure of himself when he called the soldier ‘Bucky’, whatever or whoever that was.  What the hell is a Bucky?  Was he a Bucky?  He didn’t know, but he was going to find out.


The soldier tried to visit the nearest library after finding a new set of clothes to wear; the ones he had on were soaking from his swim in the Potomac.  He pushed his baseball cap further down to hide his face as he entered the library, following the signs pointed towards the computer section.  He had been around Hydra long enough to catch the gist of how computers worked, and how much different could public computers be?

It turns out Hydra computers were much more advanced than old public computers, especially since they had not been updated in years.  The soldier let out a groan as the computer was on its fifth minute loading the search page, earning a giggle from the girl behind him.  He turned to see a (y/h/c) girl standing behind him, waiting for the next available computer; all the others were taken or out of order.

“You having a bit of trouble?”  She asked, looking down at him.  The soldier averted his gaze from hers, not comfortable with the unfamiliar human connection.  

“Uh, maybe a little bit.”  At that point he was so frustrated that he barely cared about being ominous as he usually was; all he wanted to know was who this ‘Bucky’ was.

“I can help you if you want…Is that okay with you?”

He shrugged, pushing his rolling chair aside to let her look at the computer.  He watched as she expertly clicked the pointer on the X button and opened up a new computer application- something named ‘chrome’.  He observed her movements, making sure to remember for his next trip to the library, should he have one.

“Is there anything specific you had in mind? Oh, um, obviously you did if you were searching on the computer.  Uh, sorry, um I meant- what are you looking for?”  Her face reddened a bit as she stumbled over her words, trying to find the right way to phrase her question.

“I was looking for a bucky, maybe.  Something along the lines of a bucky?”

“Okay, let’s see.”  She pulled over a spare chair, getting herself comfortable before scrolling through the search engine.  She hummed to herself quietly, and the soldier swore that he was hearing it in his head too.  It was unnerving, but like everything else that bothered him, he pushed it aside.  “Okay, so there’s a bank in Rhode Island named Bucky’s Bank, and there’s a couple stores with a similar name.  But the biggest hit seems to be a James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.  Does that ring a bell?”

For a second, a memory from his childhood popped into his mind.  A smaller version of himself was shakily scribbling the name on a piece of lined paper, the pencil held in his tiny hands.  Was this his first actual memory?  Now that the soldier thought about it, he didn’t seem to remember anything from before his days in Hydra.  Before then, he had been so preoccupied with all his missions that he didn’t have time to think of much else.

“Woah, are you his grandson or something?  The resemblance is eerily close.”  She clicked on one of the images and there was his face, laughing alongside the man that he tried to kill on the helicarrier.

“Yeah, I think so.  Something like that…”  He trailed off, nearly speechless as he had found his proof.  There was no denying it now- he was James Buchanan Barnes.  He was Bucky Barnes.

“Sorry, but I need to go to work now.  I take it that you’re fine with the computer now?”  The girl looked at him with her big (e/c) eyes questioningly, almost as if she was concerned.  Bucky pushed his astonishment of her kindness to the side, figuring that she was just being polite.

“Thank you for helping me, miss…”

“Oh, right!  I’m (y/n), by the way.”  She held her hand out and he shook it with his human hand.  He didn’t want to scare her away after making so much process with a person, much less a girl.  

She looked down at her watch and her eyes nearly bulged out of her head.  “Sorry.  I gotta go!  See you around sometime?”

“Sure.”  Bucky knew there was next to no chance that he would ever see her again; he was probably going to skip town before the end of the week.


After a trip to the Smithsonian, Bucky realized why he had little to no memories of the past.  He now knew the ugly truth of his life; he had been working for a terror organization for seventy years, causing pain and tragedies wherever he went.  This horrified him, knowing that he had caused that much destruction.  A small part of himself longed for a drink, to forget all his troubles and misery.  ‘Okay’, he thought.  ‘I’m going to get a drink.’


Bucky found himself inside a dimly lit bar in the shadier side of DC, more in the outskirts of the city than central.  The soft jazz music had lured him in, and before he knew it he was seated at the bar with a beer in his hand.  He was sort of disappointed when he realized alcohol had no effect on him though.

“Okay people, here’s what you all have been waiting for… (y/f/n) (y/l/n)!”  You stepped out onto the stage, adjusting the microphone to match your height.  You smiled a bit, looking into the crowd.  Bucky was a bit surprised to see you, but he smiled back at you once you caught his eye.

“Okay guys, since last night I have gotten an overwhelming amount of song requests.  Tonight I will start off by singing the most popular request.”  Bucky noticed you grip the microphone a bit tighter with nervousness before relaxing your body; she must have been used to pre-show jitters, he thought.

“They send me away to find them a fortune

A chest filled with diamonds and gold

The house was awake, the shadows and monsters

The hallways, they echoed and groaned

I sat alone, in bed till the morning

I’m crying, ‘They’re coming for me’

And I tried to hold these secrets inside me

My mind’s like a deadly disease

I’m bigger than my body

I’m colder than this home

I’m meaner than my demons

I’m bigger than these bones”

Usually you spent an even amount of time looking at the different people in the crowd, but for some reason you couldn’t help but look at the man from the library.  It was weird.

“And all the kids cried out, “Please stop, you’re scaring me”

I can’t help this awful energy

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control?”

Bucky was officially sure that he was going insane.  He was hearing your voice twice- once out loud and once in his head.  It was starting to give him a headache, especially as he realized that your voice sounded like an older version of the child’s voice from all those years ago.

“I paced around for hours on empty

I jumped at the slightest of sounds

And I couldn’t stand the person inside me

I turned all the mirrors around

I’m bigger than my body

I’m colder than this home

I’m meaner than my demons

I’m bigger than these bones

And all the kids cried out, ‘Please stop, you’re scaring me’

I can’t help this awful energy

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control?”

You were definitely feeling an attraction to the man; there was no denying it now.  You didn’t bother to discreetly sneak glances of him anymore, you just stared at him.  Who was he?

“I’m well acquainted with villains that live in my head

They beg me to write them so they’ll never die when I’m dead

And I’ve grown familiar with villains that live in my head

They beg me to write them so I’ll never die when I’m dead

I’m bigger than my body

I’m colder than this home

I’m meaner than my demons

I’m bigger than these bones

And all the kids cried out, ‘Please stop, you’re scaring me’

I can’t help this awful energy

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control?”

Bucky was sure you were staring at him.  But, to be honest, he was staring right back.  Some other men in the room had noticed this and let out wolf whistles, but he didn’t care.  You had captivated him.

“And all the kids cried out, “Please stop, you’re scaring me”

I can’t help this awful energy

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control?”

You finished the song a bit out of breath, so you decided to go backstage to get a drink.  You gave the crowd a quick thank-you before leaving the stage in search of a water bottle.  You felt a small tap on your back and turned around to see a gloved hand holding out a water to you.  You took it greedily before looking at your savior- you nearly spit out the water when you realized it was the guy.

You were taught to always be polite, so naturally you spoke to him,“Thank you so much!  I was really parched for a minute there.”  

“No problem.  I really liked your singing.”  He looked at you for a minute, with a puzzled look on his face.  You couldn’t help but wonder if he was okay.

“Thanks!”  You paused for a minute, analyzing him before speaking.  “Please tell me if this is out of line, but are you okay?  You don’t look so well.”

“Can we talk somewhere a bit more private?”  He had a look in his eyes, a look so desperate and lost that you just couldn’t refuse.

“Sure, of course!  Let’s step out and get some fresh air.”  You led him out into the alley next to the bar, confident that you could handle yourself if things went south.  Though, for some reason, you felt as though you were safe with him.

Suddenly the man took great interest in his fingernails, almost shyly avoiding the subject.  He mumbled something incoherent while he looked down, but you couldn’t figure out what he said.

“Come again?”

“I said, I know this is a bit weird but your singing had an effect on me that I just can’t explain,”  No, it couldn’t be.  You had gone years without a single sign that you had a soulmate; you had even come to terms with not having one.  Now, he was most likely standing in front of you.

“Like you heard it in the back of your head?”  You needed to know.

“How did you… how did you know that?”

You smiled gently at him; obviously he didn’t know the concept of soulmates, but that was okay.  Everything was okay now- you had finally found him.  “Mr. Barnes,”

He shifted uncomfortably before interrupting you.  “You can call me Bucky.”

Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second, wondering if he was the Bucky Barnes- the war hero, the brave soldier, the friend to Steve Rogers.  You shook it off; you would accept him no matter who he was!  “Bucky,”  If it was possible to smile any wider, you managed to do so.  “Have you ever heard of soulmates?”

just like honey | peyton x jake

this was three-quarters for @missgoalie75‘s birthday today and one-quarter because i really wanted to write jake/peyton interactions and it made it easier with a deadline to get it done by lmao. 

set in a roundabout s1/s2 setting where peyton works at the record shop in town and jake can’t help but visit her everyday. this is before they actually get to know each other.

disclaimer: title is from The Jesus and Mary Chain song by the same name. some dialogue is taken from the show. 

word count: ~2k

Some perks about working in the town’s record store were three things, in this order: free merchandise, big named bands mysteriously always seemed to roll through this tiny podunk town, and one of the more attractive basketball players from Tree Hill High School stopped in every single day.

And she’s definitely not complaining.

It started out small, really. Usually during her late afternoon shifts after cheerleading practice, he’d come in and roam the aisles, catch her eye a time or two, and no matter how much she liked to believe she was a badass, she blushed.

(One time he came in, his hair mussed up from the wind and his long plaid shirt lazily untucked, and started maddeningly searching for something, but she realizes with a soft laugh that he kept looking up at her while searching through the seldom used bluegrass section. He must have heard her cause he left quickly without a word.)

She knows him by association – he is part of the team that she cheers for after all – but for the most part she only knows his name is Jake and his jersey number also happens to be her lucky number: 7.

Not that she believes in luck. No, not at all.

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Rules: using only song titles from one artist, cleverly answer these 10 questions. Tag 10 people at the end!

I was tagged by @motherduckingwinchester, thank you, darling! :3

ARTIST: Lana Del Rey

GENDER: Gods and Monsters


HOW DO YOU FEEL: God Knows I Tried, Ride


YOUR BEST FRIEND: Shades of Cool

FAVORITE TIME OF DAY: Summertime Sadness

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A TV SHOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE CALLED: Art Deco (hell yeah, love the style!)

WHAT IS LIFE TO YOU: Money Power Glory and Lust For Life


YOUR FEAR: Born To Die

I tag @roxas-j-frost








The Greatest Fan of Your Life

Written By: Smutty Woozfairy

Genre: Angst

Word count: 1680

Warnings: Mentions of severe depression and suicidal thoughts. Please- if you ever think about hurting yourself or anyone else, talk to someone. It is serious. And there is help. If any of you ever need someone to talk to, I am here. You can message me on here or on my personal blog. I know that sometimes all you need is for someone to really hear what you are saying- I will be here to hear your voice and listen to your story.

A/N: So I wrote this in the spur of the moment. I’m sorry to those who have requested for Seventeen- I haven’t had the best summer, at all really. Just a lot of personal stuff. But this was something that I felt like I needed to write- it wasn’t a request. It was based on my day today and just my life in general. I’m sorry if this is heavy for some, I just needed to get this off of my chest through a way that i thought could possibly benefit others… Not sure if I want to make this into a longer story, maybe just do a part two. If you like it, please let me know If you hate it, please let me know. If you want a part two/more parts (that would be happier than this one), please let me know.

(Listened to the song “I’ll Be” by Edwin McCain while writing this, which is also where I got the title from.)

Summary: A really bad day leads to you telling S. Coups about your bad life, but he seems to have a solution.

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Signs as Suga’s Parts in BTS Songs

*Click on titles to open song links*

Rules: using only song titles from one artist, cleverly answer these 10 questions. Tag 10 people at the end!

Tagged by @infjvent (thank you!!!)

Tagging @doodledee-doodleda @neon-lake @mbtipartyblog @karpador-samuraida @siborgcat @the-infp @inferior-se-please-help-me @musicalinfj @infpmbtiobsessed and anyone else who’d like to join!

Artist: The Beatles

Gender: Something

Describe yourself: Old Brown Shoe

How do you feel: I’m So Tired

If you could go anywhere, where would it be: Octopus’s Garden

Your best friend: I’m Only Sleeping

Favorite time of day: Any Time At All

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: A Day In The Life

What is life to you: The Long And Winding Road

Relationship status: Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band

Your fear: Don’t Let Me Down

tfb album aesthetics
  • <b> brothers can't be friends:</b> late night walks w friends, piles of full journals stacked in the back of a closet, busted headlights, overgrown lawns<p><b>i hate my friends:</b> bloody knuckles, fat lips, campfires at 3am, night swimming in questionable lakes, smeared makeup<p><b>my grandma vs pneumonia:</b> fist fighting a friend, your car running out of gas on the side of the highway, dead plants in the middle of spring, using candles to cover up the smell of smoke<p><b>the front bottoms (self-titled):</b> getting drunk with friends, lighters that don't work, big crooked-toothed smiles, warm lakes, sneaking out to see friends, graffiti poetry, shoes with holes in them, confessing feelings at 3am<p><b>talon of the hawk:</b> pretending to be over an ex, tears from laughing really hard, mysterious bruises, skinny dipping in a strangers pool, empty beer cans, a smoke filled room, street lights, full moons<p><b>rose ep:</b> a split lip, waking up and not knowing where you are, a broken window, laughing for no reason, smeared lipstick, crying for no reason, listening to songs you hate but singing along anyway<p><b>back on top:</b> radio static, sunshine breaking through the clouds, a child's first home run, melting ice cubes, overplayed songs that nobody gets tired of, motivational quotes, unfinished poems<p>

uchihana  asked:

I don't know what to choose, but let's go with 17 - Winteriron, ir just parallels between Tony and Bucky :D

All my nightmares escape my head/Bar the doors please don’t let them in

I’m gonna tell you straight up this drabble is VERY oddly written, and went more off your prompt than the lyrics? I hope it’s okay. Song is:

Welcome Home

                               Sleep don’t visit/So I choke on sun

He hasn’t slept in days. 

He can’t. Not when - not when that dream is waiting for him. All his friends, his team, the people he was supposed to protect, dying.

“You could have saved us.”

Fuck. No. He had to keep working. He had to keep-

He is under a desk and doesn’t know how he got there. He doesn’t know why he’s like this. Tony has been on the edge for awhile now, even he is self-aware to realize that, but he was keeping it under control. Ever since the HYDRA base - ever since he had that vision.

He can’t think. Or eat. Or sleep. He hasn’t seen the sun in days but he’s afraid to go outside, afraid to look at the sun and see the sky swarming with aliens.

His mind feels like it’s not his anymore. It belongs solely to the future. Protection. Ultron.

They’ve done something to him. Or…they’ve been doing it for awhile? He isn’t sure, not of anything anymore, not for some time.

He thinks he might have been a person once, and he thinks that person might have been called Bucky. But Bucky goes away whenever they put him in the chair, and less and less of him comes back every time.

There’s a void left in its place. A void they call Asset. He doesn’t want to be Asset, but he’s not sure there’s anything to go back to. There might have been a time and a place, a building made of stone that felt warm all the time and a man, a boy, a friend with hair bright like the sun-

There might have been-

There might have been-

The man blinks his eyes open to gray walls and cold air that makes his breath mist like fog when he breathes “готовы соблюдать.”

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Song Tag Game

I was tagged by @cinnamon-roll-newt  thank you honey, please follow this lovely girl xx 

Rules: using only song titles from one artist, cleverly answer these 10 questions. Tag 10 people at the end!

Artist: Drake  
Gender: The Real Her 
Describe yourself: Free Spirit 
How do you feel: Fancy 
If you could go anywhere, where would it be: 6PM in New York 
Your best friend: All Me 
Favourite time of day: Heat of the Moment 
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: Still Here 
What is life to you: Sacrifices 
Relationship status: Lord Knows 
Your fear: Fake Love 

I tag: @hoqwaarts @deerjily @siriusly-trash @tonkshamsandwich @aamortentia @hagridsrubeus @newts-fantastic-case @the-brightest-witch  @ontheknightbus @harrypotter4lifealways @hjppogriff @ofjamesandlily @

Flying (Request)

hey.  can you please write something based on “if I could fly” Harry and reader were friends /together in the past but something happened and separated them… and they didn’t met in a really long time but when they accidentally do he is really inspired to write this song and talk to her and tell her how he feel after all this time… or something like that?!  whit really fluffy ending but I just like some drama here and there.  I like how you write.  All the love, R.

My first request! Thank you, love! (needtobefind) I hope this is what you were looking for!


You hadn’t been expecting to see him again after all this time. You had moved away from your hometown over a year ago; partially to get away from the influence and memories of Harry. 

It had been a fairy tale romance between the two of you. Harry had been your everything. You had fallen in love with him faster than you had even thought possible and the two of you were inseparable.

Having him leave for a tour was hard on you, but you always managed to make it work. Harry would always say that he missed you so much and that if he could fly, he would come home to you right there and then.

Things were great until the rumors started. You weren’t one to believe in tabloids, but you got hounded with them every single day. Harry out and about with a different girl every night. Sometimes pictures don’t lie. Seeing Harry kissing another girl was the end of it. 

The breakup had been bad. There was crying, there was yelling and there were words thrown around that you normally didn’t even use. You had been the one to end it, despite Harry’s pleas that he loved you and the whole thing was just a misunderstanding. But you couldn’t do it anymore. You loved him, but you were done. 

That had been 15 months ago. After you moved away, you had done everything in your power to forget about Harry entirely; which was a difficult task considering he and the rest of the boys were everywhere. When a 1D song came on the radio, you changed it. If the boys were on TV doing an interview, you flipped to a different channel. Slowly, but eventually, Harry drifted from your mind.

Which was why seeing him that day was the last thing you were expecting. In that moment, every single memory came flooding back to you. You saw your entire relationship flash before your eyes and it made you ache. You tried to hide before he saw you, but couldn’t move fast enough. You made eye contact and all of the other people around you seemed to disappear. Before you knew it, he was walking toward you and then he was standing in front of you. This boy that you both loved and hated so much. The one who had made you feel so alive, and then so hurt.

“Hi.” He said, his voice low.

“Hi, Harry.”

Your conversation was not a long one, nor was it substantial. He awkwardly asked how you were and you awkwardly replied that you were fine. It was all small talk, but you knew that there was so much more that you wanted to say that was just buried. The five minutes that you stood there talking to him, all you could think about was how much you missed him. You knew in your heart that he hadn’t cheated on you - that the tabloids had just been an excuse for you to leave him because having him away all the time was just too hard for you. You would take it all back in a minute just to be with him now. 

But you couldn’t say it. You knew you couldn’t say it. And so you watched him walk away once again, knowing that you may have just blown your last chance to get him back.

Three months passed. You hadn’t seen or heard from him since. You had managed to go about your daily life and typically forget about Harry once again. You vaguely knew that 1D was putting out a new album, but you didn’t pay attention enough to know when or what was on it. 

You were sitting in your favorite cafe when you heard something on the radio that would change everything.

“And now, coming up we have a brand new song from One Direction. This one was co-written by Harry Styles, and while we don’t know the story behind the song, we can tell you that this one is a tear-jerker. This is ‘If I Could Fly’.”

Your head shot up when you heard the title. Instead of rushing out of the cafe to avoid hearing the song, you actually got up and moved closer to the speaker where the song was coming from. When the first line of the song started, you heard Harry’s low, smooth voice singing,

If I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you.
I think I might give up everything, just ask me to.
Pay attention, I hope that you listen cause I let my guard down.
Right now I’m completely defenseless. 

For your eyes only, I show you my heart.
For when you’re lonely and forget who you are.
I’m missing half of me when we’re apart.
And now you know me, for your eyes only. 

By the time the song finished, you hadn’t even noticed you were crying. In your mind, you heard Harry saying to you, “I miss you so much, (Y/N). I wish I could fly. Because if I could fly, I’d come home to you right now.”

You knew that Harry wrote this song, and you knew that Harry had written it for you. You also knew that you had to find Harry. 

You managed to look up where the next closest show to you was going to be. The tour was over, so you would have to look for other options. Talk show appearances were your best bet, and you finally found one that you could actually get to.

You didn’t want to sit in the audience. You just wanted to wait for Harry to finish and then find him outside or something. You had no idea if your plan would actually work, but you had to try. Luckily for you, while you were standing outside with dozens of other fans, you saw a familiar face. When you had been dating Harry, you had spent some time with them while they were on tour and got to know Paul - their security guy - fairly well. You saw him walking toward the door and called for him. Since all the other girls waiting with you didn’t care about Paul, he heard you yelling for him and turned around. When he saw you, his eyes widened and his mouth had a hint of a smile as if to say, “What are you doing here?”

You made your way through the crowd of girls to get as close to Paul as you could.

“I need to see him.” Was all you said. 

Paul nodded slowly and then looked around before leaning in closer to you. “Come around the side. Door 16. I’ll meet you there in five minutes.”

The next thing you knew, you were inside the studio and everything was quiet. Paul led you through the halls to an empty room.

“Wait here.” He said, “I’ll bring him back when they’re done.”

You sat and waited in the room for what felt like an eternity. You honestly had no idea what you were going to say to Harry once you saw him, but you just knew that you had to see him. You had to let him know somehow that you still loved him.  

Finally, you saw those eyes again. Those dark, piercing green eyes that could tell entire stories with just one glance. Those eyes saw you as well and the rest of him stopped dead. 


You got up from where you had been sitting and started walking to him.

“I heard the song.” You said. “I really like it.”

Harry nodded slowly. “Good. I spent a lot of time on that one.” He replied, knowing exactly which song you were talking about.

You could feel a lump forming in your throat as you stood looking at him. There were still so many things you wanted to say, but in the moment, it was as if none of them mattered.

“I’m so sorry, Harry.” You said, tears starting to pool in the corner of your eyes.

Harry didn’t say a word, but walked over to you and softly reached up to wipe a stray tear off your cheek.  

“There was never anybody else.” He said, quietly.

“I know.”

“There’s still nobody else.”

You finally were able to smile at him, which caused him to smile back revealing that adorable dimple that you loved and missed so much.

“Harry -”

Harry stopped you by putting a finger over your lips.

“Shhh. We’ll talk later.” He said.

Then he gently pulled your face to his and kissed you. It had been almost two years since you had last kissed Harry, but it felt like mere seconds. You could remember every single moment you had spent with him and it was as if you had never been apart. You felt yourself melting into his arms as he wrapped them around you and pulled you even closer, ending the kiss and holding on to you for dear life, burying his face in your shoulder.

“I’ve missed you.” He mumbled. “So much.”

“I missed you too, Harry.”

Time stood still, and you never wanted the moment to end. But at least you had hope now that it wouldn’t have to. 

I’ve got scars, even though they can’t always be seen.
And pain gets hard, but now you’re here and I don’t feel a thing.