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Jim Morrison at the Hollywood Bowl, Los Angeles, California, July 5, 1968

CALIFORNIA ☀️🌴🤙🏼 TOUR!!! Kicks off today, dates below!

06/15 || Sacramento CA || The Red Museum Sacramento
06/16 || Visalia CA || Cellar Door
06/17 || Santa Cruz CA || The Crepe Place
06/18 || Leggett CA || Hickey Fest
06/19 || San Luis Obispo CA || SLO Brew
06/22 || San Diego CA || Blonde *
06/23 || San Francisco CA || The Independent *
06/24 || Pomona CA || The Glass House Concert Hall *

* - w/ Mystic Braves

TIX INFO: http://suicidesqueezerecords.tumblr.com/post/161818631691/la-witch-announce-self-titled-debut-album

(photo by Steve Lee for OBEY Clothing)


So I met Darren Criss (for the first time!!) at stage door on Friday after Hedwig and the Angry Inch. We waited for 2 hours because he was so busy after show but he STILL came out and treated everyone with excessive kindness and love. I brought my AVPM t-shirt to have him sign and he cracked up when he saw it :) He then told me a fun fact about how they wrote a lot of the songs for AVPM, AVPS, etc. at a small apartment just up the street from Pantages! 

He was absolutely as sweet as he seems–even after an exhausting performance and needing to be up in 12 hours to perform again. What an indescribable pleasure. Lots of love for that one <3 <3 

@darrencriss-news @darrencriss @darrencrissarmy @dailydarrennews

Finally - Daryl Dixon


A/N: This took me five hours to write. I am tired. Please enjoy.



Pairing: Daryl x Reader

Type: Small Amount of Angst/Fluff

Setting: Alexandria Era/Pre-Negan

Warning: Cursing, idk what else (Please message me if you spot any)

*not my gif*

Originally posted by onlydarylnormanfic

It’s a hot, bright day in Alexandria. The sun was beating down in the small community as the people worked in the baking heat, drenched in sweat. As you trotted down the steps of your shared home with Abraham and Rosita, you see Daryl Dixon, helping load up for a run. His toned arms were glistening in the sun with sweat, his angel wing vest hanging loosely on his torso. You bite your lip as you take in his appearance. 

You had been with the group before Rick joined. Since the very beginning you had an attraction to Daryl. Something in the way he moved just made your body ache for him. But, life being its unfair self, you two ended up as friends and nothing more. You had hoped and prayed every time you saw him for him to grab your face and kiss your lips and hold you, but obviously that wasn’t happening any time soon.

“You know,” Maggie said, joining your side, “staring ain’t gonna do nothing.”

Exactly! you’re right. I’m gonna go up to him right now and profess my love to him and we can run off into the sunset together,” you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes as Maggie laughed next to you.

“Don’t think thats the best idea. You wouldn’t make it a mile without being fronted by walkers,” she giggled.

“Well there goes my plan, guess I can’t do anything about it now,” You said shortly, walking up the steps to your house. Maggie followed you and grabbed your arm, stopping you.

“Well, talking to him might be a start,” Maggie said, serious now.

“Now you see my problem. I can’t just talk to him without making a fool of myself,” you sigh, running your fingers through your hair.

“I can solve that,” Maggie smirked. You opened your mouth to protest, but Maggie was quick. 

“Daryl!” Maggie said, hopping down the steps. The man turned and started walking over to you as you crossed your arms tightly over your chest and walked down the steps. Your eyes focused on a pebble on the ground as he got nearer. 

“Hey, I’m not feeling that great, so I don’t think I can go on that run. But my good friend Y/N here has offered to go in my place,” Maggie said, a smile playing on her lips. Her hand patted your shoulder as you took in a breath and looked up, meeting eyes with the beautiful man. 

“Yeah, I can go in Maggie’s place. Only if its okay with you. I don’t want to-” You rambled on as Maggie’s grip tightened on your shoulder. You got the message and finished, “overstep.”

“Yeah, sure. We leave in a few minutes.” He said simply and nodded, walking away.

As soon as he was far enough away, you turned to Maggie, throwing her hand off your shoulder. 

“What the fuck was that!” You said, nearly yelling.

“Hey you should be thanking me!”

Thanking you? I’m going to embarrass myself!”

“I can’t help that I’m not feeling well,” She said, forcing herself to do the fakest cough you have ever seen. You playfully push her shoulder.

“You should go get ready. I don’t want to keep you from him,” Maggie smiles. You shout a profanity at her as she walks down the steps and walks away.

You walk into the house and into your bathroom. You look in the mirror and splash some water onto your face and run a hand through your tangled hair. You walk down the steps and grab a gun from the armory, then head to the car. 

Spencer is standing outside the car with Carol at his side. Daryl approaches from a building and asks what the plan is.

“Well we just need basic supplies and I was told there was a place a few miles South that will have what we need,” Rick explains. You all nod, then open the door to the backseat, and crawl in. You sit next to Carol behind the driver seat and Rick drives with Daryl in the passenger seat. You can’t help yourself when you see Daryl sitting there, messing with something on his crossbow. Carol coughs and you look at her. She’s smirking at you, but you just bashfully smile and look down, your hair hiding your flushed cheeks. 

When all of you reach the spot, you see it is a run down supermarket. You get out from the car and Rick loads his gun and speaks.

“I say we split up,” Rick says, giving Daryl a second list. “I’ll go with Y/N, Daryk go with Carol.”

You groan on the inside, but nod on the outside. Fate just wasn’t on your side. Your gun is at the ready as you enter the store. You and Rick go to one side of the rather large store as Carol and Daryl go to the other side. 

The first thing on Rick’s list was blankets, so you head to that part of the store, which just happens to be next to the clothes. You look around, making sure there are no walkers, and grab a bag.

“Since we’re already here, I’m going to grab some new clothes. Im running low because most of my clothes have been ripped. Can’t seem to remember why,” You say, and Rick laughs along with you.

You start throwing random shirts that look your size into a bag and you see a necklace on a jewelry stand. You grab your gun and walk over to it. It’s a small, thin chain with a small arrow on it. You reach to take it off the stand, but out of no where a walker had tackled you from behind. You screamed, falling onto the ground with the walker on top of you. The walker goes limp on top of you as Rick stabs it. He bends down to push it off of you as you breathe hard. Rick offers you his hand and you take it, standing up. You lock eyes with the tall man. He lets go of your hand after while and you cast your eyes back towards the necklace that is now still clutched in your hand. As Rick tries to walk away you stop him.

“Hey,” you say and he turns around. “Can you put this necklace on me real quick?” You ask, holding the necklace out. He puts his gun in the waistband of his pants and smiles.

“Sure thing,” he says, sauntering over to you. He grabs the necklace from your hand and wraps it around your neck, clasping it in the back. You turn to face him and say a ‘thanks’, before Rick chuckles.

“You’ve got a big of walker goo on your face,” he laughs, reaching for your face. He puts his hands on either side of your face as you laugh with him.

“Gross! Get it off me!” You smile, glad there is some time in this dark world where you can actually laugh.

He wipes the walker goo off your face as you hear footsteps running. You turn and turn to see Daryl and Carol appear out of an aisle and Daryl’s eyes fall onto you and Ricks compromising position. 

“Sorry, we heard a scream and didn’t know what it was…” Carol says as you jump apart from Rick.

“No it’s okay, we were just about done anyways, what about you?” Rick asks Carol. You block out their voices as you see Daryl’s eyes boring into you.

“Good, then lets head out,” Rick says. You tear your eyes from Daryl and grab your bag of clothes, slinging it over your shoulder. 

You head out of the store, trailing a bit behind, walking with Rick. A few feet in front of you, you see Daryl and Carol in a deep conversation. You see Carol smile at him and it makes your insides burn. You hated seeing him with some other girl. You wanted to be the one laughing with him. You wanted to be the one walking with him. You wanted to be the one with him, quite simply.

When you got home, you were sitting on the bed, holding the charm on your necklace between your thumb and forefinger. You sighed and stood up, walking out of the house. You decided that if fate wasn’t on your side, you were going to put it on your side. 

You walk to Carols house and walk up the steps to her front door, and before you could knock, the door opens and there stands Daryl. You two stare at each other for a moments before he takes in a breath as if to say something, but just brushes past you and down the steps. You exhale and shake your head, walking in her house and calling her name.

“Hey, Y/N what’s up?” she asks and you close the door. 

“Carol, I have a problem. And I thought I would come to you because you probably know what to say but I understand if-” You’re cut off by Carol smiling.

“You’re in love with Daryl,” She states, chuckling.

“What- Where- How did you-” You trip over words.

“Oh Y/N,” She says, placing her hands on your shoulders, “Sweet, wonderful Y/N, you do realize Daryl just came in here all in a hissy because he was worried you were in love with Rick?”

“Wait what?” You ask.

“Honey, he is hopelessly in love with you. If you haven’t noticed by now, you must be blind, deaf, and stupid,” she laughs, “And funny thing is, he obviously hasn’t picked up on how much you practically drool over him, which makes him also blind, deaf, and stupid.”

“He likes me?” You ask, your heart racing.

“More like in love. He has been since I can remember. Now if you are still not going to make the move, I will gladly,” she says.

“No way in hell I’m making the first move! What if he doesn’t like me anymore because he thinks I like Rick? What if he just isn’t into me anymore?” You ramble on.

“Fine then, stay here,” Carol says, walking out the door. She opens the door and lo and behold, Daryl is standing at the bottom of the steps, staring up at Carol. She walks down the steps, grabs him by his vest, and shoves him into the house. I stare at him as he stares at me. Both of our eyes are locked on each other. Unmoving. 

“Now, I’m going to leave. And when I do, will you two please just kiss or something? Or profess your undying love? This game you two play is so damn tiring,” she states, closing the door and leaving. It’s silent for a few moments before Daryl walks over to right in front of you. You look up at him, eyes moving slowly to his lips. You cup his face and throw your lips onto his. His lips move beautifully with yours as his hands cup your face.

“Thought you were with Rick.” He said, breaking the kiss.

“I’ve always liked you. Ever since the beginning. I thought you weren’t into me,” you breathed.

“I never thought I would get to kiss you,” he whispers.

“Well shut up and do it again,” You smile as he leans in again to meet his lips yo yours.

From in the house, you can hear Maggie shouting ‘finally’ outside as she looked inside through the open window and saw you and Daryl.

The same word was running through your mind. Finally.

A/N: please reblog this or like it or something this imagine took me like five hours to write i’m tired it’s late i have school in the morning pls just reblog this love u thanks for 100 followers thats so rad

Date Debacle (Sidney Crosby)

Another imagine I had previously written that I like enough to share with y'all.
No warnings. (Besides the fact that it’s unedited)
Please request!!

He didn’t forget. He’s just running late. Your feeble mind reassurances had only lasted for the first twenty minutes or so. That was forty minutes ago. You gave a scathing look at your watered down tea, as if it was it’s fault you were stood-up. You avoided looking at the staff of the restaurant Sidney had booked months ahead of time. You tossed down a ten to pay for your drink and the fact you needlessly held a table for an hour.

Once you got to your car you gave a sigh, that was equal parts anger and sadness. This was very unlike your husband of almost two years. Sidney Crosby was one of the most perfectly imperfect men you had ever met and you could not have been happier that you married him. Most of the time. This was not an example of the endless happiness.

The two of you had been high school sweethearts and when you reconnected in Pittsburg, the two of you decided to make it officially official. Almost 10 years you had put up with this man, two of which had been spent in the bonds of holy matrimony. You loved Sid completely, even though he talked in his sleep and liked to give you surprise sweaty hugs post-workout.

You pulled into your driveway and saw Sid’s car parked in the garage. So clearly he had not died and out the door went excuse number one. You got out of your car and gently closed the door. You would never take out your frustration on Lola the car…the house, however, was another story, you thought as you slammed the door.

And lo and behold. There he was, sitting on the couch with a game controller in his hands. You were surprised that steam was not coming off your head in visible waves. All sadness had evaporated, leaving only anger.

“Hey babe!” He called without looking over at you. “Did you have to stay over? You’re late getting home.” He really had just forgot. You couldn’t believe it. If it was even possible your anger ticked up another notch but you didn’t say anything. You lightly laid down your purse and keys before marching up the stairs toward your shared bedroom.

“Babe?” You heard him call again. He seemed hesitant so you paused, maybe he remembered now…not that it would do any good. But some groveling would make you feel much better. “Do you know what you’re making for dinner? I’m getting kinda hungry and you always cook on Thursdays.” He. Did. Not. Just. Ask. You. To. Cook. Dinner. That was the last straw.

“YOU CAN COOK YOUR OWN SELF DINNER YOU BUTTFACE!!! AND SLEEP ON THE COUCH, TOO!!” With that outburst you whirled and ran the rest of the way up the stairs before running to the bathroom attached to your room and locking the door. Tears of anger and frustration were streaming down your cheeks and that just made you cry harder. You hated the fact that your temper was attached to your tear ducts and you hated the fact that you were an ugly crier.

A light tap came on the door. “Y/N?” Sidney’s hesitant voice came through the door. “Baby, what’s wrong?” You angrily looked towards the tile floor of the bathroom. If he didn’t know you weren’t about to let him know. “Y/N. I can’t fix a problem if I don’t know what it is.” He sighed and jiggled the door handle. “Will you let me in so we can talk?”

“No!” You had intended the word to come out firm but instead it was a quivering whimper. Curse your traitorous vocal cords.

“Y/N are you crying?” Sidney sounded appalled at the fact he could have been the cause of your tears.The doorknob rattled harder. “Baby please! I hate it when you cry. Please let me in.”

You hated the desperate tone of his voice so you unlocked the door and backed up. Almost immediately the door swung open and your husband rushed in. He didn’t say anything at first just grabbed you and engulfed your smaller frame in a hug. Which just made you cry harder. It was extremely difficult to be angry when he insisted on doing things like that.

“What happened? Did I do something? Are you hurt? Did somebody die? Do you need something?” The questions came rapid fire as he loosened his hold on you so he could look you in the eyes. He lightly brushed some of the hair out of your face and looked intently at you.

“You forgot.” You whispered. “I waited and waited but you didn’t come.”

“What did I forget, Baby?”

“We had a date tonight. At Synatra’s. You booked it three months ago.”

“I scheduled that for the 22nd…"He said. You waited and just looked at him. “It’s not the 22nd. It’s not.” He pulled out his phone and evidently was not pleased with date displayed because his face paled and he looked back up at you.
“I am so sorry.” He whispered as he pulled you back into his arms. “This is completely my fault. I messed up. I suck.”

“Yeah, you do.” You agreed.

He playfully screwed up his face at you, “You’re supposed to say it’s ok. Not agree with me about the fact that I suck.”

“Why can’t I do both?” You asked. Your tears had dried up and your spirits were lifted. Maybe the evening wasn’t a total waste.

“So you forgive me?” He asked with eyebrows raised pleadingly.

“I mean…I guess so. You’ll have to make it up to me.” You teased.

“Deal.” He pulled you up so your mouths met and you sighed with contentment. Maybe an evening in just kissing and cuddling would be better than a night in a fancy restaurant. As Sidney deepened the kiss and pressed you against the bathroom counter, you rephrased that thought. There was no maybe about it. Staying in and just kissing and cuddling would definitely be better than a night in a fancy restaurant.

Once Again….Requests are OPEN! :)


Request: N/A

A/N:  I said I would write this for one of @bucky-plums-barnes fuffly Friday anons asking for a Lance x Plussize!reader.  So… here ya go!  Hope you enjoy!

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 2056

Summary:  You’re pretty much over not being thin, you’re beautiful just the way you are!  But words can still hurt…

Warnings:  Lance being a dick, accidental bullying (body shaming), insults, mentions bullying, mentions of sex, drunkenness, FLUFFY APOLOGY AND ENDING

(GIF not mine)

Originally posted by mackievanstan

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