if you know this song good for you :p

the signs as shit my english teacher has said

aries: if you start you essay with “In the book The Great Gatsby…” im gonna throw you out that window 

taurus: elvish looks nothing like that

gemini: when we get back, you’re playing the trumpet or I’m failing you

cancer: oh I forget this class doesn’t get irony

leo: I’m definitely lawful good, c’mon, have you met me?

virgo: you guys know what raisins are right?

libra: *uses the word ‘artifice’ 13 times in 3 sentences* 

scorpio: “Jesus Christ” Just Jonathan will do, thanks

sagittarius: I wonder if [Ryan Ross]’s an asshole

capricorn: I respect any song that has heavy breathing as a bass line

aquarius: I fucking hate sublime, like we get it. you smoked weed once and it was cool

pisces: Hamlet’s long, but he’s worth it

Marry Me {Cedric Diggory x Reader}

Requests are open!

Prompt: Anonymous: U r the best writer on tumblr!!!! :D could you write a Cedric x reader where they have been dating since fourth year? Maybe they’re in 7th year and they just slept together for the first time so the next morning they wake up super happy and romantic and they want to get married (he never dies :P) and the whole one shot is just super fluffy???? I’m a hopeless romantic :P thank u!!!

A/N: Idk about best but thank you!! And this is such a cute idea, I’m a hopeless romantic too lol 

AU where Cedric doesn’t die whoooooooooooo. I’m sorry I couldn’t find a good gif and I’m sorry this is so short. 

Warnings: implied sexy times, but it is really just super fluffy y’all know me

Originally posted by loveviral

You woke up to the pale morning sun in your eyes. You rolled over to see Cedric sleeping next to you. You felt heat rush to your cheeks remembering what last night had entailed. When you tried to fall back to sleep you felt the sheets shift. You closed your eyes, a smile played on your lips.

“Good morning,” his voice was rough and tired. He began to press his lips against the nape of your neck. “I know you’re awake.” His arm slid around your waist. You pretended to snore. Cedric laughed and began to tickle you. You rolled over to face him, a huge smile plastered on both your faces. Your mind wandered to last night’s activities. Cedric’s lips brought you back to reality.

“Good morning,” you mumbled against his lips. His fingers absently drew circles on your hip. He searched your eyes. He was smiling like an idiot. You shook your head and laughed. “What?” He attacked your lips with his. You could feel his smile causing you to smile. 

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” he rambled out. You repeated his words. The two of you laid there in silence for a bit. But it wasn’t because you didn’t have anything to say, you just didn’t know how. Cedric was the first to break the silence. 

“I need you,” if you hadn’t been so close you wouldn’t have heard him. “You leave me so overwhelmed and I love it. I love you with my entire being if I lost I don’t- I don’t know what I’d do. You are my everything. Please-” You pressed a soft kiss on his lips. Once you pulled apart, you laughed. He stared at you, there was a bit of fear in his eyes.

“You’re so dumb,” you continued to laugh. “I love you so much that I cannot believe that you would even consider me leaving you.” He laid there his arms wrapped around your waist. You just stared into is deep brown eyes. 

“Marry me.”


“I mean it. I know you are the one and if you feel the same please do me the honor of becoming mine forever.”

“Cedric Diggory we aren’t even out ofHogwarts yet.”

“It doesn’t matter. I know you are the one and I am going to marry you. I don’t care how long I have to wait.”

“I want to marry you and I will marry you. Just wait for me, ok? I love you.

“I can’t wait to marry you and spend every day with you. I can see it now, it’ll be perfect I already know. I can’t wait to grow old with you.” 

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself now,” you giggled, pushing him away. He kissed you passionately. 

“I love you, (Y/N),” his voice almost reached a yell.

“Cedric…shhhhh do you want to get us in trouble.

“I love (Y/N)(L/N)!” You smacked both your hands over his mouth while you laughed softly. You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with Cedric.


She is messy, but she’s kind,
She is lonely most of the time,
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie,
She is gone, but she used to be mine.

(English) After the Rain interview from Utattemita no Hon Magazine (May 2017 edition)

Buy the magazine overseas here (Includes large poster of the Soramafu cover art, as well as lots of other utaite pics and posters!)

After the Rain was interviewed in the utaite magazine “Utattemita no Hon” for their May 2017 edition, which was published at the start of April. They discussed each track on their 2 new single CDs, the process that went into making them, and they also answered some random April-themed questions at the end :P Italicized questions here are what the interviewer was asking them to respond to. Enjoy, and let me know if you spot any typos or anything weird~!

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Song taken from: “I don’t wanna go to school”- Bill Wurtz  

Turns out he’s already too smart to even go to school 

I looked through some Zootopia storyboards last week and made this random… piece of animatic with my lil headcanon of Young Nick and Skye (most probably their early teens) playing something dumb, I know Judy won’t approve (she might be that girl that made him stay in school)  :P 

This animatics was all done last week and I was contemplating so hard wether to post it or not, but you know what… whatever xD Didn’t do the whole song because I can’t think of anymore scenes, sorry. 

Disclaimer:  this is not discourage for you to not go to school… school is good, but the system may not be 

@ofreconditeemotions @theariannaredza !


Genre: fluff

Request: Could you write a scenario about doyoung he’s your make-up artist that have crush on you but he don’t know how to confess to you because he become so nervous around you… P.s you’re a model. Please make it fluff

A/N: this was the cutest scenario ever and i’d have to say im proud of my work? except that the ending was pretty bad because i didn’t know how else to end it ahh. i also used the song “for you” by sistar for reference! i hope this story is good ahh

Word count: 2,904


“The heart fluttering feeling of the start
The awkward moment of our first meet
Do you remember as well?
It was a warm day like the spring
Memories spread in my heart”

His stiff arms were kept behind his back, lips pursed tightly together as his eyes darted back and forth at the people in the room, amazed by how quickly everyone was working.

He clenched the big pouch in his hands tightly as his heart pace quickened.

Alone in the room full of strangers he looked timid and intimidated, unsure of what to do or say.

Until his eyes met yours.

You raised your eyebrows when you saw the brown-haired man looking lost in the reflection of your mirror, his eyes widening as soon as he noticed your stare.

You gave him a small smile.

He hesitated for a while, looking around him confused before bowing slightly to you when he was sure that you were referring to him.

His fingers still held on tightly to the light pink pouch, the other hand fondling with the hem of his shirt.

You shook your head as you let out a small laugh to yourself, before turning around to face him, signalling him to come over.

His round eyes widened once again as the beads of perspiration rolled down the side of his cheeks. He pointed a finger to himself, then quickly made his way to you when you nodded your head.

“Are you new here? I’ve never seen you before”

The tall and slim man bowed his head down at your words, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he nodded his head. He cleared his voice, “Y-Yes, Mrs Lee told me to come help out today but i don’t know what to do or how to help..”

Your mouth formed a small ‘o’ as you nodded your head at his words. Looking around the room, the other make up artists were busy helping out the other models, too busy to care about this lost soul on his first day here.

You took the pouch from his hands and placed it on the table in front of you, before patting him on his arm lightly, “Show’s starting in two hours and i don’t think anyone’s free to do my make up. Mind if you help me?”

He immediately nodded at your words, then made his way to the pouch, taking out the make up and brushes he needed.

“Oh, what’s your name?”

“Dong young- or you can call me Doyoung, Kim Doyoung”

You hummed in response, holding out your hand for him to shake.

He took your hands in his and shook it, bowing again.

He cut you off before you could even open your mouth, “Miss Y/N, i’ve seen you many times before on television- You’re really beautiful”

You laughed at his words, “You can just call me Y/N, there’s no need to be so formal”, his smile appearing in response.

It did not take long for him to go back to focusing on choosing the make up he needed for your look. A few seconds later he was clipping up your hair, preventing them from falling to your face.

“I’ll start now”

His left hand reached out to gently lift up your chin as his other hand lifted up the small cotton pad in his fingers, dabbing it onto the foundation before applying it lightly onto your face.

You couldn’t help but admire every feature on his ethereal face. The way his eyebrows knitted together, lips pouted as his long and slim fingers skillfully applied the make up on you seemed to make your heart race.

You noticed how his eyebrows would also rise up in shock whenever he caught eye contact with you, the side of his cheeks blushing up as he’d quickly turn away to re-apply the powders on the brush.

“And… We’re done” Doyoung softly said as he took a step back, looking at you through the reflection in the mirror, flashing you a small satisfied smile.

As soon as you saw yourself in the mirror, your eyes lit up. Amongst your whole two years of career as a model, no other make up artist was able to make you look this good. And the fact that he was a beginner impressed you even more, something about him was special.

“It’s really really good, thank you so much, i’m literally in love with myself right now” you joked as you gave him a thumbs up, causing him to giggle a little, shyly lowering his head down.

“Doyoung ah! I’ve been looking for you but i see you helped Y/N out! Great job today” Mrs Lee called out from behind as she shot you a smile, impressed by Doyoung’s work as well.

The shy man bowed once again, shaking his head humbly as he went forward to keep the make up in the pouch. You heard Mrs Lee mumble a few words to him before she left, as he nodded obediently, then proceeded to pack his things.

“I have to go now, good luck on your show!” he said as he waved a goodbye to you, his gummy smile shining brightly on his face.

The sides of your lips instantly rose up as you waved goodbye too, your heart racing for some reason.

“See you again,”


“We were close yet far
We knew each other but didn’t
Just looking at each other, there wasn’t enough time
Waiting for you was happiness to me”

Your whole body jerked up as soon as you heard the notification from your phone, your hands reaching out immediately to grab it.

“I’m so sorry for replying this late, i had to cover up for my colleague who fell sick today.”

You pouted your lips as your fingers quickly tapped against your phone screen.

“It’s fine! Just wanted to ask if you’re coming down tomorrow? You haven’t been able to help me out the past one week, i’m sad”

One week of not seeing Doyoung and you were already slowly getting upset - what was this feeling?

Your phone buzzed again.

“Aw someone misses my skills. Haha don’t worry i’ll be able to make it tomorrow! I’ll be there”

You jumped up in victory as you shot your fist up in the air as soon as you read his message, heart pounding loudly against your chest as you could not wait to see him again after so long - at least for you.

Yet what you didn’t know was that there was someone as nervous as you were. Despite being your make up artist for two months now, his heart couldn’t help but race whenever he was with you, and he tried his best not to get nervous but his words always jumbled up whenever he spoke.

But he was thankful that the relationship between the both of you developed to a friendship more than just a job.

He couldn’t ask for more.

Seeing you almost everyday due to your busy schedules was too much for him to handle. Every single day, each second, he found himself getting lost in your beauty and everything about you. He was falling harder.

As much as he didn’t want to, thank goodness for his colleague’s absence at the other company, for he would not have gotten the chance to take a break from seeing you and making his body full of this fuzzy and warm feeling.

But he’d missed you too, more than you did and he was overjoyed that he was able to see you again.

“Brought you your favourite coffee on your way here, rest for a bit before you start! It must have been tiring for you the past week” you said calmly to him as you passed Doyoung the warm cup in your hand, which he gladly accepted.

His body sunk to the back of the chair as he took a sip, smiling to you sweetly, “Thank you, i really needed this. Nah it was nothing much! The artists there are really friendly too, like the people here”

You nodded your head and took a sip out of your drink too.

Moments later you were sitting in front of the mirror again, Doyoung skillfully and patiently applying your make up, his eyes full of concentration like always as they never once left your face.

Every single time he helped you to do your make up, his face would only be a few inches away from you, and you often questioned yourself how you even managed to stay calm in such a circumstance when deep inside, your heart like it was going to burst.

Doyoung took one last look at you as his eyes scanned through every detail of your face. He nodded lightly before putting the brush in his hands down onto the table, before patting your head lightly, “All ready”

He never once disappointed you. You found yourself amazed and in awe by his skills once again.

“Y/N! Go get changed, shoot’s starting in 15 minutes” your manager called out to you from behind, earning a hum of response from you as you gave Doyoung a look before you headed off to your dressing room, his eyes following you.

You shot a gaze into the camera as you confidently stroke a pose, flaunting your legs as your hair covered half of your face, the flash from the camera striking brightly, signalling you to change your pose.

Doyoung stood at the side, mouth agape as his eyes seemed to sparkle just by staring at you. He loved it most when you had photoshoots; he loved how professional you were and how good you were at your job.

In his eyes you seemed perfect.

He felt his blood rush up to his cheeks again as you caught him staring again, smiling at him before focusing back on listening to the cameraman’s instructions.

He found himself lost in your beauty once again, his eyebrows raising in admiration at your strong gaze towards the camera.

Yet once the camera’s off, the way you’d always give him your softest look and sweetest smile made his heart melt.

He was only falling harder for you.


“Rather than sweet words
Hold me, know me, that was you
I hope this’ll reach you
Even my tiniest feelings, I’ll sing for you
Who always waited at the same place”

“D-Doyoung, are you free to come over right now? I just- I really needed someone right now” you softly said into your phone as your tears threatened to fall, hands clenching into fists as your eyes fell onto the words on your laptop screen again.

“Breaking: Model Y/N is dating the biggest idol?”

As much as you loved being in the limelight and being a model, you hated it the most when you had to deal with false news and rumours. Just one small mistake and your whole career could fall, especially with such sensitive fans.

Especially gaining hate and attention over something that every normal person did-having lunch with a close celebrity friend, had caused a huge fuss in the entertainment industry as fans and reporters started making assumptions that the both of you were dating, when you clearly weren’t.

Your heart was already with someone else anyways.

But the words of fans hit you with impact as they said the most negative and mean things no one else could ever imagine to you, all because they were ‘protective’ and ‘didn’t want you to touch their oppa’.

You told yourself not to get too affected by all these, but everywhere you went on the internet, this was the news that appeared first, followed by all the negative comments.

You couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed.

You heard the man from the other side of the line shuffle around as he quickly grabbed his keys from the table, before replying you in a worrying tone, “I’ll be right over, hang in there Y/N”

His voice itself gave you comfort, as you tried to clear your mind off things, but they wouldn’t leave.

After what seemed like hours to you, there was a soft knock on the door to your apartment, followed by the comforting voice of the man you loved most, “Y/N, it’s me. Open the door”

You immediately got up to reach the door, and you were greeted by Doyoung, a bag full of sweets in his hand and the other, holding on to your favourite cup of drink.

“I’m so sorry i took so long. I thought these might cheer you up so-”

Doyoung couldn’t even finish his sentence before you attacked him with a big tight hug, the tears that were bottling up in your eyes falling as his warmth hovered over you.

He stopped for a while, before carrying the cup in his other hand, then wrapping an arm around your shoulders, gently patting your back as his head rested on yours.

His tears were going to fall too, but he held it in, as he comforted you, “It’s okay Y/N, let it all out”

One hour later, you found yourself lying on his lap on the sofa in your living room, his hands twirling and playing with your hair.

His calming and soothing voice echoed in the cold and dark room for the third time that night, singing one of your favourites for you to hear, hoping that it’d calm you down and make you feel better.

Truth is, it did.

Your mind was cleared up as soon as Doyoung listened attentively to every word you were saying, and the way he held you in his arms managed to make you feel secure and protected, away from all these negative thoughts.

His singing had always been one of your favourite, like how he’d always sing for you before photoshoots to calm your nerves down.

Every inch of him seemed to just give you warmth and comfort.

You could feel his love.

And for him, he was willing to do anything just to make you feel better. Your happiness meant everything to him.

He was glad you turned to him when you needed help, when you were at your worst, as it showed him that you fully trusted him and could depend on him.

And he wanted to be that person for you; he wanted to always be there for you and to give you the support and love you needed.

“Under the dazzling sun
Even though you’re far away, it was warm to me
With a warm touch
You comforted me”

The next morning, you woke up without the pair of arms that held you throughout the whole night, and you felt lost without his hold. Your eyes squinted at the bright light from the windows as you took a look at the time- 10:14AM.

Thank goodness you didn’t have any schedules today. You could finally have some time to rest, especially with all that was happening lately.

“Doyoung?” you called loudly but there was no response, causing you to step out of you bed and to check the rest of your apartment-no sign of him.

Your heart sank a little but your eyes lit up at the small slip of paper sitting on the table, beside it was Doyoung’s jacket, the one that kept you warm last night.

“I hope by the time you wake up you’re feeling much better! I’m sorry i had to leave early because i have to help out at another photoshoot today. I’ve already prepared breakfast for you in the refrigerator and do take the time to rest for today. Text me as soon as you wake up alrights! - Doyoung bunny”

You felt yourself blushing as you took out your phone to text him immediately.

“I just read it and thank you so much, have fun at work today!”

A few seconds later your phone screen lit up, a message from him, “Yes that’s great! Thank you hehe, i’ll come over again later to check on you”

You giggled at his response, your heart beating two times it’s normal pace as you started eating the scrumptious breakfast Doyoung had cooked just for you.

He had every ability to make you smile.

You didn’t even need to hear the doorbell to notice that Doyoung was here again. His hand carried a bag again, this time, with your favourite chocolates.

He flashed you his smile as you opened your door for him, your hands holding onto his to pull him in, which, caught him off guard.

“For you” he said as he passed you the bag, eyes lighting up.

A gush of emotions ran through you as you hugged him once again, the same way you the previous night, as you tucked your head in his chest, “I really love you so much Doyoung, thank you”

His body stiffened up at your sudden hold, but softened as your words passed through his ears. He couldn’t help but smile as he hugged you even tighter, “I-I love you too”

Send me a letter to my inbox.
A- are you single?
B- birthday?
C- crush?
D- did u get ur first kiss?
E- easiest person to talk to?
F- favorite song?
G- good at?
H- hair color?
I- in love?
J- jealous of?
K- know as?
L- longest relationship?
M- middle name?
N- number?
O- one wish?
P- person last texted?
Q- question always asked
R- reason to smile?
S- song last listened to?
T- time you woke up?
U- 3 biggest wishes?
V- violent moment?
W- worst fear?
X- ex you still liked after is was ended?
Y- your last hug?
Z- zodiac sign?
Who the hell are you?

Yeah, here I am with another shitty imagine, really, I don’t even know what to say so… enjoy it (or not)

Request: Could you please write a Clint Barton x reader where the reader is a badass archer with purple hair and listens to mint royale - blue song when fighting xx

Clint’s P.O.V

– Are you ready Barton? You know what you have to do right?

– Yes Nat, I got it

– Alright, good luck there, be quick

I was in a mission with Natasha to get back a magica artifact that was stolen from S.H.I.E.L.D, we were
at the Quinjet flying to the place where the object were. The plan was simple: Get in there, get back the
artifact, go back to the Quinjet and done. It looked like a simple mission, the place should be empty
making the mission easier. Well, I couldn’t be more wrong

I got inside the building very quickly, I was heading to the room where the artifact were when I heard a
little crash and a kind of an alarm, when I turned my head to see what was that there was an arrow at the
wall, No, not an arrow, an explosive arrow and before I could react the arrow exploded throwing me at the
floor, before I could stand up I heard footsteps

– Lost something here?

It was a woman voice. There was a woman stading next to me. I couldn’t see her face, she was wearing a mask all that I could see were that she was an archer. Obviously.

– Who are you?

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When Amethyst woke up she was alone. Normally this wouldn’t have bothered her, since Pearl always woke up early or didn’t sleep at all, something Amethyst wasn’t overly fond of. But the room was still dark and she knew that Pearl had gone to bed with her last night. She turned to the clock on the bedside table to see that it was barely three in the morning.

“Pearl?” She whispered out into the darkness but no reply came.

‘It’s fine. She’s fine. Probably went to the bathroom or got some water.’ She thought to herself but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

She turned to lie on her back and waited for her girlfriend to come back to bed but as time drew on, she got more concerned. A loud crash sent her upright and she quickly jumped out of bed and grabbed the baseball bat that was leaning against the wall.

She stepped out of the bedroom with the bat firmly in her grip as she tried to find the source of the sound. She saw a faint light coming from the kitchen and slowly walked over. She pressed her back against the wall in the hallway and slowly peeked over into the kitchen. It wasn’t the kitchen light that was on but the garage light.

Amethyst gulped and gripped the bat harder as she turned around the corner and slowly walked over to the partly opened door. She could feel her heart racing in her chest and just hoped that wherever Pearl was, she was safe. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath preparing herself to possibly hit someone when she heard a familiar voice muttering.

She stopped and opened her eyes as she listened to the voice, before she groaned and pushed the rest of the door open. Pearl sat cross-legged on the ground. A small table in front of her full of random parts of whatever she was working on.

Amethyst stared as Pearl quietly spoke to herself, muttering about parts and terms that Amethyst didn’t understand. As Amethyst stood there, debating over what she should do, she caught sight of Pearl rubbing her eyes before she saw the tears stains on her pale cheek. Amethyst sighed and put the bat down.

Having an insomniac for a girlfriend was hard. Having an insomniac who constantly had nightmares for a girlfriend was harder. Amethyst knew that Pearl hadn’t slept in three days, and wasn’t planning on leaving her there. She slowly walked over to Pearl hoping not to startle her.

“Pearl?” The Latina softly asked as she put her hand on Pearl’s shoulder. The pale girl flinched and nearly dropped what she had been holding.

“Hey, hey, it’s me.” Amethyst quickly said as Pearl screwed her eyes shut and clutched the object in her hands to her chest. Amethyst placed both of her hands on Pearl’s shoulders and slowly rubbed up and down. “Just me.”

Pearl slowly opened her eyes and Amethyst frowned at how red they were.

“O-oh, Amethyst. I- W-what are you doing up?” Pearl forced a smile but Amethyst could feel her shoulders shaking a little.

“I, uh heard something-”

“O-oh! I dropped the- the, um.” Pearl closed her eyes as she thought of the word. Her tired mind refusing to help her in anyway. “The t-thing.” She said as she lowered her head and Amethyst saw the slightly rusted toolbox behind her.

“Isn’t it a little late to be working?” Amethyst asked as she looked at Pearl again. Said girl just kept her head down and rubbed the thing in her hands. From a closer look Amethyst saw that it was one of the Roboniods that Pearl was working on with Peridot. Pearl caught her eye and held it out a little. “I wanted to-to, um…”

Amethyst returned her gaze to Pearl’s face and felt her heart break at the sight. She had dark bags under her eyes that were red from most likely crying earlier and it looked like she might cry again. Amethyst slowly took the Roboniod from Pearl and sat it down on the small table before she cupped her face.

Tears were welling up in Pearl’s eyes and Amethyst gently pressed a kiss to her forehead before she spoke. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Pearl let out a sob as she nodded and Amethyst hooked one of her arms under Pearl’s legs and put the other behind her back before she picked her up. Pearl gripped onto her shirt and buried her face in Amethyst’s shoulder as her girlfriend carried her back to their shared room, not even bothering to turn off the light.

Although Amethyst was a lot shorter that Pearl was, she was a lot stronger too. Growing up in a big family like hers, who often had play fights, shaped her like that. Not to mention that the lack of sleep often took a heavy toll on Pearl, up to the point that she had trouble talking, not to mention doing anything physical.

Amethyst gently sat Pearl down on the bed and then oddly climbed up next to her as Pearl didn’t let go of her shirt. This was the only small hint that Amethyst needed to know what Pearl’s nightmare had been about. The one that she had the most and after waking from it she would hold onto everything around her to make sure that it was real.

Amethyst gently shushed her and rubbed her back as Pearl cried into her shoulder.

“I-I was a-at home, but-but it wasn’t, a-and-”

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m here. That was just a dream, it’s over now. I’m here. This is real.”

Pearl stopped talking but kept crying and Amethyst placed a soft kiss to her temple. “I’m here.”

Somewhere along the line Amethyst had started to rock her and Pearl slowly began to calm down, leaving her to just quietly hold onto Amethyst. Amethyst waited a while, trying to form the right words to ask before she spoke. “Why didn’t you wake me? You know you can.”
Pearl’s grip on her tightened and the lithe girl give a weak shrug. Amethyst kissed her forehead again, right on top of her scar before she pulled Pearl under the covers and moved so that they were both lying down. Pearl pulled her closer and wrapped her thin legs around Amethyst’s waist. Amethyst kept her eyes on the scar on Pearl’s forehead and tightened her grip as well, when she felt her still shaking.

“They’re not here, Pearl. Just you and me, okay? Nobody’s gonna hurt you.” Amethyst said as Pearl pressed her face into Amethyst’s chest, as to hide from the world, before she slowly nodded.

Amethyst didn’t know everything about Pearl’s past. Nobody did. For the simple reason that Pearl didn’t like talking about it. But the parts she did know about were enough to give her nightmares, so she wasn’t surprised that Pearl often had them.

“Do you want me to sing?” Amethyst asked as she slowly started to rub Pearl’s back again. Pearl hesitated for a moment before she slowly nodded again. Amethyst rested her cheek on Pearl’s head as she thought of a song to sing. She allowed herself a small smile when the perfect one came to her.

“Time is going by so much faster than I, and I’m starting to regret not spending all of it with you.”

Pearl slowly closed her eyes as Amethyst sang ‘Never gonna be alone’ by Nickelback. Amethyst loved the band and Pearl had to admit that they had a few good songs, Never gonna be alone, being one of them.

“…I’ve gotta let you know, you’re never gonna be alone.”

Pearl could feel herself slipping back to sleep and it scared her a little but she kept her focus on Amethyst’s voice and strong arms around her, and it made things feel a little better.

“I’ll hold you till the hurt is gone.”

Amethyst felt Pearl’s body sag against her and her grip loosen but she kept singing until the song was done, just to make sure that Pearl was asleep before she felt her own eyes droop.

Pearl woke slowly and groggily the next morning. Her mouth tasted vile and one of her arms felt numb. She tried to push herself up only to realize that the arm that felt numb and one of her legs, were trapped under Amethyst. Pearl used her limited movement to turn her head to the clock on the nightstand, which read 12:49.

She sighed realizing that they had slept most of the day, losing time that she should have been using to be productive. She turned back to Amethyst and couldn’t help then small smile that formed.

She remembered the night before. Remembered the nightmare about being alone, like when she still lived with her parents. Remembered nearly dropping the toolbox on her foot because she was too tired to hold it up. Mostly she remembered Amethyst, who had calmed her down and helped her get back to sleep.

Pearl sighed as she leaned her head forward and pressed her forehead against Amethyst’s. The shorter girl’s nose twitched before she groaned and opened her eyes, looking directly into Pearl’s.

“Hey. P.” She said her voice heavy with sleep.

“Hi.” Pearl’s voice didn’t sound much better.

“How… How ya feeling?” Amethyst yawned.

“Better.” Pearl whispered and she tucked her face in under Amethyst’s chin.

“Good, that’s good.”

Pearl nodded and they remained silent for a moment before she spoke again.

“Thank you, Amethyst. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Amethyst blushed and was happy that Pearl couldn’t see it from where she was.

“You’re welcome.”

Pearl smiled and pressed a small kiss against Amethyst’s throat. “I love you.”

Amethyst smiled and rubbed her back. “I love ya too.”

“Thank you for… for not leaving me and for putting up with all my troubles.”

At this Amethyst chuckled and Pearl slowly lifted her head to look at Amethyst’s face.

“Didn’t you hear the song, P?” Amethyst smiled before she kissed a flustered Pearl on the lips.

“Never gonna be alone.”


Pearlmethyst week!

Day three: human AU.

Me: I’m gonna write and maybe draw some domestic fluff.

My brain: Yeah keep telling yourself that. Here’s some angsty plot.

Me to brain: Why are you like this?

@annadesu @fuckyeahpearlmethyst

anonymous asked:

From Commander-in-Chief: “Gabby Blabby Abby? Grabby Hands? Dr. Crabbie Pants? Ugh. I’m so glad you ended it with her. She was too old for you, anyway.”“Just wait until you meet your future mother-in-law,” Anya sing-songs. “You’re in for a treat.” For the love of holy causes and effects, upon all that is good in this world, p l e a s e tell us how this meeting goes! *angel's choirs singing please* Like, what wins - Lexa's Heda composure or her awkward gay noodle bean-ness? I'm so curious

Haha, hmm… One question is who tells Lexa and whether Clarke actually finds out (wait, Clarke doesn’t know about her mom and Anya, right? Or was that her mom and Raven? omg need to pull out my venn diagram again! okay, it’s unclear. so just for fun, let’s say that Clarke doesn’t know about it either. bc what is that fic but crack and miscommunication?)

January 3rd, 2021

“Babe. Don’t freak out but—Lexa. Stop. It’s fine.”

President Woods takes a deep breath. “Of course it’s fine. I’m fine. Go on.”

“Are you going to need your panic room?”

“It is not ‘my panic room,’ Clarke. It’s not, like, therapeutic. It’s just called a panic room because it locks down.”

“Ummhmm. And it just so happens to be your bedroom. Where you do all your panicking.”

“I’m the President of the United States, Clarke. I don’t panic,” Lexa sulks, digging a pen into the surface of her desk before remembering it’s a priceless historical heirloom. “What were you saying?” she prods, furiously trying to buff away the scratch with her thumb.

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A Proposal by Any Other Name, chapter 26: Playlist | A Reylo fanfic


Chapter Summary: Rey hates everyone. She lets Kylo know very clearly.

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She runs to her phone and turns it face up, all the while half-leaning against the table to keep upright, and studiously scrolls through what he can only imagine is her playlist. Kylo stands back and watches, slowly taking a sip from his bottle. Numbing away his anger and frustrations seemed like a good way to spend the night. Hell, he knows that getting drunk right now is probably a really bad idea… but he’s tired. Rey finally clicks up the volume and turns around, hair swinging. She grabs her bottle and walks back just as the first few notes of the song start playing.

Sunshine she’s here you can take a break~

Author’s note: a ridiculously early update because I won’t be able to update for the rest of the month, so this is me giving you something to chew on until then? ;p enjoy. 

soraoira  asked:

Just wanted to let you know that your awesome SoMa comics made me check out Soul Eater, and now I'm totally head over heels for the pairing after finishing the manga (starting to work my way through the anime). I was wondering actually if you had any songs you associate with the series/pairing - I really enjoy your mixes and would love to see if you had any recommendations. P.S. Your art is awesome, did I mention that already? :)

sora!!! thank you!! <3 you are a sweetheart. welcome to the gang!!

GOOD NEWS, I have actually been working on a Soul Eater/SoMa mix for a while now! still in the hoarding songs stage, but you will see it eventually, with any luck. Soul Eater is especially fun to play around with because it has such a funky aesthetic so you can go real weird in your music choices and it’ll still be appropriate, ahaha.

these are my fav soul eater fanmixes to tide you over: 
trying to be cool by star power (gen)
death city nightlife beat by drywavelength (gen)
black by tallest (crona)


A playlist for those that ship Veronica/J.D., like me. We are all trash. Complete and utter trash. But at least we have good taste in music.

blank space - taylor swift / fight for me - heathers / little red riding hood - amanda seyfried / funhouse - p!nk / need you now - lady antebellum / ex-lover’s lovers - voltaire / crazy kids - ke$ha / i know where you sleep - emilie autumn / please don’t leave me - p!nk / devil’s backbone - the civil wars/ dead girl walking - heathers / poison and wine - the civil wars / liar - emilie autumn / candles - hey monday / off to the races - lana del rey / as long as you’re mine - wicked / curl up and die - relient k / bedroom hymns - florence + the machine / style - taylor swift / our love is god - heathers / drumming song - florence + the machine / kinda outta luck - lana del rey / gravity - sara bareilles / e.t. - katy perry / stuck with you - voltaire / true love - p!nk feat. lily allen / every breath you take - the police / trust me - the devil’s carnival / judas - lady gaga / seventeen - heathers / my bloody valentine - good charlotte / dead! - my chemical romance / toxic - britney spears / i never told you what i do for a living - my chemical romance / criminal - britney spears / nobody needs to know - the last five years / hot - avril lavigne / animals - maroon 5 / we are young - fun. / bad romance - lady gaga / disturbia - rihanna / teenage dream - katy perry / going to hell - the pretty reckless / meant to be yours - heathers / she is the sunlight - trading yesterday

The Last One

Reader x Yoongi

Summary: BigHit Entertainment was supposed to be the start of your producing career, and when Bang Si-Hyuk assigns you to work with the popular group BTS, things don’t go according to plan because of the hot-headed, perfectionist: Min Yoongi.

Rating: NC-17

Status: On-Going

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

“Anyways, let’s work together and create some great songs for our album.” Namjoon smiled.

You nodded your head and smiled.

“Yes, let’s get started.” You replied


P-Dogg turned his chair, creating a squeaking noise that echoed throughout the room, causing Taehyung and Jungkook to giggle. In response, P-Dogg gave a straight face to them and the two boys attempted to constrain themselves. The other five members also sitting on the large couch motioned for the two to stop laughing. P-Dogg finally turned to Namjoon and folded his arms.

“So Namjoon you got something for us? I know you and Yoongi have been working on some songs, got a demo?”

“Yeah, I do. It’s not that good right now, I feel like it could use a little something.” He grinned while scratching his head.

“That’s what Y/N and I am here for. I’m sure it’s not too bad.”

Namjoon stood up from the sofa, fidgeting with his hands, as he made his way towards the equipment behind you and P-Dogg. He had that soft smile on his face making his dimples pop out as he sat in the chair in between the both of you. He plugged in his USB into the computer and clicked the mouse a few times before he gave a soft sigh.

“I don’t know why I’m feeling nervous.” He chuckled.

“Go on, just play it.” P-Dogg rushed him.

He clicked the play button and the demo track surrounded the room with it’s soft percussions.

“Going for a ballad this time?” P-Dogg asked.

“Kind of, I want the sound to be soft leading up to the chorus where the beat will become more intense.” Namjoon answered.

“Mm. What do you think of it so far, Y/N?” P-Dogg turned his head to look at you.

You bit your lower lip before responding.

“The rhythm is good, the harmony is good, so is the melody, but I do agree something is missing like–”

“Obviously, he just said that.” Yoongi sighed.

“Hyung.” Taehyung whispered while nudging Yoongi on his side with his elbow .

“What? I’m just stating the obvious.” He groaned.

“Well anyways, maybe what’s missing is some color? Don’t you think if we added another instrument like a piano, it would sound smoother?” P-Dogg suggested.

“Yeah I was thinking that it needed another instrument as well before I got cut off, but I was actually thinking of using some string instruments, like a violin instead. Since he said he’s going for a ballad-”leading up to an intense beat”-song. The violin could gradually increase its tempo.”

A small smirk grew on P-Dogg’s face, nodding in agreement.

“That actually sounds better than my idea. So Namjoon try adding that, and then send the new version to us later.”

“Okay, thanks for the advice.” He smiled, making his two dimples stand out again.

“So for this album, are you guys planning on have solos again or what?” P-Dogg said while breaking the silence in the room.

“Well we wanted to do something similar like our Wings album, but I was thinking instead of having a solo song each and individually perform it, we could just each individually write and produce a song, but sing it as a group.” Namjoon answered Yoongi spoke up to add something as well.

“Everyone’s already started writing song lyrics and producing some beats and other ideas they had in mind.”

P-Dogg placed his hand on his chin and nodded in agreement. He turned to you and noticed the confusion on your face.

“Do they produce their own music?” You asked.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, BTS usually composes and produces their music in their own studios. We usually just gather in the main studio only in the beginning to get some ideas, to work on the title track, get some ideas rolling and don’t meet up again until the actual recording, or if they request a meeting with us.”

Hoseok cleared his throat before adding to P-Dogg’s words.

“Yeah, after an incident with Yoongi-hyung and Bang PD, we were given some freedom to create and produce some of own tracks.”

“Was that really necessary to add?” Yoongi growled.

Jimin giggled and laughed while throwing himself over Yoongi’s lap.

“Come on, Hyung you know that’s how it went down.”

“Well anyways, you boys have another schedule right?” P-Dogg asked.

“Yeah, we have to leave pretty soon, but don’t feel like you’re not doing anything, this is a normal process for us, Yoongi and I will be back tomorrow to work on some demos with you.” Namjoon grinned.

After a couple minutes, a buff man opened the door and peeked his head in. He bowed to P-Dogg and greeted him.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I have to take BTS now to their next schedule.” He said in a low voice.

“Already, Sejin-hyung? We have to leave now?” Jin asked him.

The man nodded and checked his watch.

“We’ll be late if we don’t hurry.” He replied.

“Aw~ it feels like we just got here, and we didn’t even get to hang out with maknae PD.” Taehyung frowned.

“Well, we’ll just have to get to know her next time.” Jimin smiled at you with his crescent eyes. Jungkook and Taehyung nodded their heads enthusiastically in agreement.

The members excluding Namjoon stood up from the sofa, and waved goodbye to you and P-Dogg, all except Yoongi, of course. After they left first, Namjoon stood and turned to you.

“See you tomorrow then, Y/N.” Namjoon bowed out of courtesy before exiting the studio.

“Sorry about Yoongi’s attitude by the way, I’m sure Rin already caught you up  to speed about his reputation with new producers. He likes to put up a front but he’s a good kid. Anyways, did you get to touch the equipments around here?” He asked.

“Yeah, Rin let me explore some of the things. I’m still learning, it’s a little more advanced than the ones they have in the States.”

You both looked at the digital audio workstation, and you pointed out some unfamiliar keys. P-Dogg only nodded his head, adjusting his glasses before reaching for the computer mouse.

“Okay here, let me enlighten you a little more. We have a specific way placing the tracks in the computer. For example, the files are aligned from alphabetical order and each file within the files are numbered. Same method used everywhere, but I just wanted to emphasize the importance of it.”

He then moved to show you some components of the main studio, like the beat pads, stood up and opened the door near the exit, and showed you the inside of the the recording room. After getting comfortable with the main studio, you both walked into Studio #1, where they strictly recorded instruments, and then continued on until you both entered Studio #2 where Rin was working. When you two walked in, he turned around to greet you with a smile.

“Did the boys leave already?” He asked.

“Yeah, they left a while back, I just decided to give her a more thorough look at the studios, since you didn’t, punk.” P-Dogg teased.

“Well I’m sorry that I didn’t. I hope he didn’t bore you too much with his old people talk right?” Rin laughed while looking at you.

“No it was actually really good, I got a little insight on the studios and the recording rooms.” You smiled.

Rin smiled and showed you around Studio #2, where they recorded most of the vocal/rap/etc. You could see his eyes light up with glee when he touched and played with the D.A.W, this really was his forte. Even though you were hungry, the hunger was durable seeing Rin passionate about the studio. It was a reminder as to why you continued to be producer because you too loved working with music. Minutes later he looked at the clock behind you and P-Dogg, and realized he got too ahead of himself.

“Shit it’s already 4. You’re probably starving huh?” Rin sighed.

“Yeah, I could eat.” You laughed.

As you three were making your way out of the studio, Rin got a phone call and excused himself. While you were waiting, you texted mom letting her know about your day so far.

4:21 PM (Y/N)

Hey Mom! Just wanted to let you know how my day is going so far, I got to meet the people I’m working with and I was late today on first day! Sorry I didn’t text you yesterday, I got busy. But love and miss you!

You looked up from your phone and noticed Rin was done talking on the phone. He walked towards you and P-Dogg and smiled brightly.

“Well good news guys! We got jajjangmyung (black bean noodles) being delivered to us from none-other-than Mr. Slow Rabbit himself. He’s on his way down, but yeah he’s also a producer here.”

After a minute or so, you heard step coming down from the stairs and they become more noticeable until a tall man with sharp eyes and nose came down from the stairs, holding onto two large bags. He smiled and waved with one hand towards you guys.

“Is this n.RG? The producer Bang PD has been bragging and bragging and bragging about?”

“Oh I’m sorry.” You apologized while giving soft smile.

“I’m just joking! Are you hungry? I brought some food, these dudes never eat anything.”

You shyly nodded and you all followed him back to the main studio, where took out the bowls of black bean noodles. Slow-Rabbit handed you a bowl, chopstick. You took the bowl and noticed the thick black sauce over the pasta, you weren’t familiar with Korean food, so you hoped it tasted fine.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

He smiled as a response and began to eat as well. The taste was different, but it was good different. The sauce had a meaty and greasy taste, and the noodles were thick and soft; it tasted better than you expected.

“So Rin tells me that you’re from America right? Do they have this here?” Slow Rabbit says while pointing at the black bean noodles.

“No they don’t. This is my first time eating it, but it tastes really good.” You smiled.

“Sorry, I forgot you were from America. I’m glad you like it though.” Rin grinned while scratching his head.

After we finished eating, a strange tanned man barged into the studio and with a loud voice cursed Slow Rabbit for not inviting him.

“Ya! I see how it is, y'all are fake people!” He cried.

“Oh sorry, I forgot you were here this week.” Slow Rabbit responded.

The man turned over to look at you and he approached you with a creepy smile.

“Who’s this beautiful lady?” He asked.

“She’s the new producer: n.RG.” Rin answered.

He sat down in the chair across from you, in between P-Dogg and Rin. He began to intensely look at you with his eyes, and had no shame when you caught him, as he continued to stare. Slow Rabbit noticed his behavior and laughed.

“If you keep staring at her your eyes are going to fall out. Plus, they’re going to start working soon so let’s leave together.”

“Mm sure.” The man responded, he stood up and grinned at you, “By the way, the name is Ki-Woong. I hope to work with you soon.”

Slow Rabbit gave you a small pat on that back and headed out with Ki-Woong. Rin gave a small sigh and rolled his neck.

“Ki-Woong is always a pain in the fucking ass. I swear.”

“Is there something wrong, Rin?” You asked him.

Rin didn’t say anything for awhile and finally after a while looked up at you and smiled.

“He’s just an annoying guy who thinks he’s the shit and boss around here. You make one hit song and you suddenly think you have superiority over others, if he ever bothers you just let me know.” He finally said.

“You ready to start working again?” P-Dogg said while cutting the silence.

You got up from your chair and sat in the seat in between then and nodded your head.


That’s it for part 3! I know I said I was going to take a small break, but I was inspired to write part 3 (sorry it’s short though). I will still be writing some one-shots soon, so please look forward to that. Part 4 will have more interactions with Yoongi and Namjoon (a bit of Taehyung) Hoped you guys like part 3! Don’t be afraid to send me some love/requests/opinions! ❤ xoxo until next time

Birthday Challenge!

As I’m turning 21 this July [!!]  I thought I’d host my very first song challenge to celebrate.

Originally posted by hey-ass-booty

 I’ve picked out 40 songs. 20 from the 90′s and 20 from the 00′s.

This challenge is open to everyone. Whatever floats your boat, you can write/make/edit it for this. 

NOTES TO FIC WRITERS- Reader inserts/OC’s/pairings/AU’s/RPF are all fine! NSFW/SFW/Angst/Fluff/Smut is all a-okay too. There’s no min or max word limit, write whatever inspires you! But if it’s longer than 500 words, pretty please add the keep reading link. 

  • Please send me an ASK with your chosen song that you want to use as inspiration. 
  • Tag my sideblog; @becs-bunker in your entries with #b21stchallenge  in the first 5 tags.
  • Entries due by the 23rd July [my bday!]

If you need an extension/need to drop out for reasons, please let me know. It’s totally okay and I’ll still love you, promise! <3

-song choices under the cut!

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