lots and lots and lots of jazz

Here’s a reminder that tumblr is not the place to learn to be an activist, or a good person in general. If you want those things, go out and talk to people and read up on movements and join groups. It’s okay to keep your activism in the real world (where it counts) and keep your blog separate.

Andrew rolling into therapy after spring break

Bee, you missed the craziest of crazies:

  • 3 hour convo
  • Shutting out the goal
  • Riot
  • Neil getting kidnapped
  • Strangling Kevin
  • Almost fighting an fbi agent
  • Seeing Neil and getting hit by a ton of emotional bricks
  • Almost fighting /everyone/ who interrupted our reunion
  • Finding out Neil’s true story?!
  • Me, sleeping in a group pile of teammates i’m still wary of because technically I’m in loooooovvvveeee
music kid reminders

•you don’t need an “official” title to be important to your band
•you don’t need to be section leader to be important to your band
• you don’t need to play first part to be important to your ensemble
•how long you have been playing isn’t a reflection of who you are
•even if you aren’t an official leader, you still deserve respect from others-even if they think they’re a better player than you
•musical ability means nothing with a bad attitude
•it’s okay if you don’t make it into “that big thing” you auditioned for

Feel free to add more!!

gonna get better

fandom: stranger things

pairing: mike wheeler / el hopper

word count: 1,374

summary: mike and el revisit the clifftop. emotional conversations ensue. 

note: the title and inspiration for this piece came from ‘Gonna Get Better’ by Broken Social Scene (which is a beautiful song that I recommend everyone listens to)

                          “I don’t wanna have to save you like that again.”

Mike sat at the clifftop, legs hanging off the edge and swinging gently. The space was abandoned, just as he’d wanted it to be–just as he knew that it would be.  It wasn’t necessarily an unknown location in Hawkins, but it wasn’t often populated. People seemed to overlook it all, and Mike had too, until things at home had escalated and he’d started looking for an escape. The first time he’d run out, his parents’ screaming at one another still ringing in his ears, he hadn’t known where to go. He’d just needed to get out, so he’d picked up his bike and ridden off, half-heartedly paying attention to his surroundings. Somehow, he’d ended up here.

The glistening water, the quiet air, and most of all, the openness of the spot had him hooked. He felt like he could breathe here, and so he’d come anytime he felt world sick. Which was what had brought him to the clifftop today, quietly basking in the tranquility of the space, thinking about everything and nothing at all. He’d been sitting there a while, though it didn’t feel that way, like time had no effect in this little corner of the universe.

The sound of gravel shifting behind him causes Mike to turn his head, and his heart stutters at the sight of El walking towards him. She’s concerned, he can see traces of it on her face and in the way her eyes keep darting around, as though she’s afraid there may be something lurking in the shadows of the rocks. He realizes she hasn’t been to this spot, not since that day. 

Mike watches her as she approaches, a mess of curls and worn overalls and his sweater and beaten down Converse and fuck, she looks the way this place feels. She is glowing and caught in the sunlight and there is a haze of blue reflecting off the water that makes it seems as though she is not existing below the sky, but within it. Mike thinks all the world must have collapsed in on itself a thousand times to create this universe, one where she is not a spectator of the beauty around her, but the lake and the cliff and the sky and Mike are all a spectator of her. He sits there and wishes he could be more for her, that the universe could be more for her. That somehow he could capture the tranquility of this place and every other lovely place on earth and bring it to her so she can feel at peace always. He wishes it so desperately that he has to turn away as she comes to a stop beside him, for fear that he might do something embarrassing– like start crying. 

“Mike?” She says softly. He can hear the concern, the underlying question in the way she says his name. Are you okay?

“How’d you find me?” He responds, voice quiet, but echoing the answer to her question so clearly, it’s almost as though he’s shouting. 

“It’s Saturday,” She says, dropping down to sit beside him, “I stopped by the house. Your Mom told me you might be here.”

Since she’d gotten back, Mike and El had claimed Saturdays as their special day of the week. She’d come over in the morning and they’d fill the hours doing anything and everything and nothing. 

“Shit, El I’m sorry. It’s just they–they were fighting again, and I just wanted–needed to get out of there-”

“Mike,” She interrupts, reaching out and grabbing his hand, “It’s okay.” He turns to look at her, and up close like this, her brown eyes staring earnestly into his own, he feels as though they could transcend time. He hopes they do. 

Mike squeezes her hand gently before dropping his head on her shoulder, and he feels her rest her own head against his in turn. Then it’s just the two of them, Mike and El, legs hanging and swinging softly in sync, basking in the serenity they forgot had existed in Hawkins. Mike feels more content than he has in weeks, months, years–maybe. The weakening Spring light is still cascading in hazy beams, warming them ever so slightly, and the birds are chirping distantly and there’s a stillness to the water that makes it seem as though the world has stopped, if only for a moment. El’s thumb is gently moving back and forth on the back of his hand, and he shifts closer to her, thinking he could maybe fall asleep like this until she breaks the silence.

“Why here?“ 

"I don’t know,” Mike sighs,  "I just like it, I guess. It’s… not as suffocating.“ He knows she’s aware of what’s happening between his parents. The yelling does not seem to halt for anyone, not even El, and Mike almost always ushers them out of the house when it starts up, Holly trodding alongside them as they traverse through downtown Hawkins. He hates being in his own home now. Hates the palpable tension that seems to care nothing for those that are forced to reckon with it. He doesn’t think he’s taken a proper breath in that house for weeks. 

El takes to squeezing his hand again, their own form of communication. Infinitesimal and yet speaking volumes. 

"Things will get better, Mike.” She says, the softness in her voice making his heart falter. Mike almost starts crying. 

He wants to believe her, thinks that maybe he can, in a future life or a past one, but right now he can’t think past the hollowness he knows is waiting for him back home. 

“How do you know?”

She shrugs, “Cause I don’t think they can get any worse.” The sentiment is such a perfect grasp on the sort of fucked up positivity that Hawkins can offer, that Mike laughs, the sound echoing across the expanse of space before them. She giggles softly too, and their laughter fills the area so wholly, it’s almost as if their happiness was made for this clifftop and this lake and Spring itself. 

“Hopper tell you that?” He asks, and he feels her head nodding in response.  

“Course he did,” Mike mumbles, amusement lacing his words, “Thanks though, El. I like it. It’s weirdly optimistic."  

She hums lightly in response, and they fall back into silence. Mike doesn’t know how they could be existing this way, how the world could allow for a moment so lovely to redefine the memories that had once plagued this place. He didn’t know it could be so forgiving, and he thinks it might never be again. 

"I guess you’re right, anyway,” Mike says after a while, “I mean considering that the last time we were here together…” He trails off when El’s body tenses abruptly, and fuck, he feels like shit for reminding her. 

“Yeah,” She whispers. It’s one word, but there’s such raw pain in the way it falls from her mouth that Mike feels something inside him crumble. He hadn’t thought about that day, not since she’d come back. But now, the water and stone and the gravel and the sky and even El, all seemed to be screaming at him. Remember, remember, remember. And he does. Mike remembers. When he had almost been gone and then she really had been, just a few hours later. 

He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to breathe.  

“Mike,” El says, suddenly. There’s a resigned sadness in her tone and he knows she must have been recalling that day too. He opens his eyes and finds that the space has become serene again, as though all it needed was her voice, alive and whole, to erode the memories engraved in the rock. 


“I don’t wanna have to save you like that again.”

Mike looks at her, sun in her eyes and in her heart and he feels the depth of the lake below paralleled between them. 

“You already have.”

tags: @janeswheeler @strange-thangs @janelevenhopper @hannahberrie @itcouldbendoritcouldbreak thank you all again for the lovely comments on my last piece!! i hope you like this one :-)

hi hello!!!!!!!!!! im ilke/liz/1iwoo and today is the end of my third month since i remade!!!!! plus ive reached 800!! ive been planning this ff for like….. a month and🎉here it is🎊!!!!! anyway im very lazy to check if im still mutuals w everyone so if were not anymore you can ignore and im sorry if i forgot you its probably bc u changed urls or remade and i didnt see that pls message me if thats the case!!!! also message me if were not mutuals and i included you!! also message me if u want to talk!!! i love talking (once we get past the awkward and nervous stage ill never shut up lmao) anyway i love yall 

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blacksunxo  asked:

hi mishi! i love you and your writing so much. do you mind writing new-york-november-college-au with will catching a cold and mike fussing all over him? thanks!!

AHHH I love you too! that means so much!! and this prompt is so cute, i’m happy to do it! they’re about 19-20 here, still in college, in new york to visit jonathan… i love writing college byeler lol

“No hospitals,” Will tells him when Mike takes the thermometer out of his mouth. He’s so congested though it comes out as some undecipherable mumble and Mike stares at him incredulously.

“You’ve got a fever of 102. We should go to the doctor,” he says, rolling his eyes when Will whines out a loud “nooooooo” and buries himself under the covers. They’re in New York for the week, visiting Jonathan, but their flight had gotten delayed in Chicago and Will got sick from there, and it’s been a day since they landed but here they are in their hotel room, a mountain of used tissues around Will’s bed while Mike’s been snoozing on the couch. “Seriously, Will come on.”

“I just need rest,” Will’s voice is muffled and Mike has to ask him to repeat himself twice before he emerges from the covers, looking indignant. In any other circumstance, Mike would coo - with his bright red nose, flushed cheeks, and watery eyes, Will looks so cute. But Mike is far too concerned about his health to care about how cute he looks - much, anyways. In some way, Mike Wheeler is always thinking about how cute Will Byers is.

“Alright then,” Mike says as he rises. “You’re going to sleep and I’m going to go out and grab some soup and meds for you. Understood, Byers?”

“Sir yes sir, Captain Wheeler,” Will answers back cheekily. Mike wags a scolding finger at him as he exits. 

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Ahh, it’s finally 2017! This year I’m going to work on finding my own true art style(I keep bouncing back between different ones), anatomy, and profiles- along with shadowing. 

A Breach of Trust: Chapter 21

(Act 1: Chapter 1-9 )

(Act 2: Chapter 10-18 )

(Act 3: Chapter 19,  Chapter 20, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24)

Reigen was soaked to the bone.

He squinted through the rain and spit water from his mouth as he hauled bag after bag of trash to the dumpster around the side of the apartment. He’d had a flimsy red umbrella for the first garbage run. On autopilot, Reigen had accidentally thrown it out along with the garbage bag. Reigen had told Mob the wind carried it off.

When Reigen returned from the final dumpster trip, he shed his shoes and his socks and his suit jacket, which he hung wet and dripping on a coat rack nail by the door. Reigen collapsed into a kitchen chair he pulled out, huffing out a laugh and running his fingers through his soaking wet hair. Water ran down his face and dripped into the corners of his mouth, salty.

“Are you okay, Reigen?” Mob asked.

Reigen looked up. Mob sat on the other side of the table, fingers gripped visibly tight to the wood. Ash still stained his shirt, and his eyes were visibly shaken. Reigen knew it was due to the “barrier”—whatever that meant in Mob’s mind—reappearing in the stretches of time it took Reigen to toss the garbage bags. Reigen told himself, and Mob, that this counted toward Mob’s training.

“I’m fine, Mob.” Reigen grabbed his right pantleg and wrung it, twisting it tight at his ankle. Streams of water ran down his foot to the tile below. “This is a lot like swimming actually, except fully clothed and it’s terrible.”

Mob met his eyes, concentration furrowing his brow. “You’re being funny, right Reigen?”

“I’m funny all the time.”

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anonymous asked:

What is Motorcity?

Motorcity is a cartoon that was running on Disney XD for a while, before Disney mis-managed the crap out of it, then cancelled it and sat on the rights and didn’t do anything with them, like a bunch of jerks.  It’s available on iTunes, and it’s also on kimcartoon (altho there’s an audio error in those. I’m thinking about uploading my corrected copies somewhere so people can get them?? stay tuned)

ANYWAY.  In the Far Future, a guy called Abraham Kane (AKA Mark Hamill AKA Luke Skywalker AKA The Joker) decided he didn’t like Detroit and he wanted a new city there instead.  So he built his new city over top of Detroit, called it Detroit Deluxe.  Deluxe is run by Kane Co. which is run by Abraham Kane.  

(((^^^ The difference between a villain and a supervillain??? PRESENTATION.)))

So now that the whole stupid “human rights” thing is out of the way upstairs, his only remaining problem is the people who would rather live under the city, in old Detroit AKA “Motorcity”.  Kane’s like “well, time to destroy this dump and build More Deluxe! :)” and Motorcity is like “hey fuck u we literally live here” and Kane’s like “I don’t know I can’t read all of a sudden”.

Our main characters have chosen to combat his drones, nano-viruses and private army with COLORFUL AND ECLECTIC CARS.   Our main is an ex-commander from the aforementioned private army, his name is Mike Chilton and I love him.  He’s good at basically everything, and you would think that would make him obnoxious but actually he’s a reckless, adorable puppy-dog mom friend who likes helping and driving too fast and diving off buildings and believing in people.  He’s also canonically mixed-race, so that’s kinda neat.  

He’s a Good Boy.

(And yes, the people who did the character design were also involved in Gorillaz, personally I like the aesthetic of Motorcity way better but they are similar in a lot of places)


  • it got cancelled, so  there are only 20 episodes.  And it does take an episode or two for it to get its feet under it.  
  • YMMV, but I would say the first episode I really really liked was episode 5. (And not just b/c the Duke of Detroit is a fukkin gift, holy crap)
  • not enough ladies, and also they fall back on that thing that’s like “nerdy guy likes the Cute Girl, doesn’t take a hint” and it’s really annoying tbh.  Both characters involved deserved better.
  • Rule of Cool.  This show makes 0 sense sometimes, you gotta lean into that to enjoy it tbh.  It is a silly, silly show (until the finale, then it fukkin destroys me every time)


  • Gorgeous, colorful backgrounds and character designs, super-unique style, #aesthetic for days.
  • a really fun, varied cast.
    • VILLAINS, the villains are so good.  Mark Hamill’s villain voice-acting is second to none.  A bizarrely flamboyant rock-star mob boss played by the lead singer of Twisted Sister, who is the embodiment of Chaotic Evil.  A disillusioned eco-terrorist with fascinating bio-weapons and a ruthless/single-minded obsession with doing the same thing to Deluxe that Kane wants to do to Motorcity.  
  • If you don’t mind some silliness/Rule of Cool, the episode plots are fun and I enjoy them. :)
  • Mike’s best friend is really anxious and scared of a lot of stuff and they’re adorably comfortable with each other and they have special nicknames for each other I’m sorry I have a lot of feelings about these nerds.  (can u tell what splickedy’s ship is lol)
  • There’s a lot of room for character interpretation and backstory and stuff, and a lot of implied worldbuilding that’s super fun to build on.
  • the creators are/were really cool with fandom, altho they’re busy with other shows now.  (the head writer retweeted one of my videos!! :D :D :D  I’m still super jazzed)
  • in conclusion it’s cute I love it and I love the characters.
The Pink Skirt

Summary: Okay, so maybe Arin wore a skirt to a party. And, okay, maybe he looks really good in it. That’s fine. Dan has everything under control. Right?

Genre: Fluff, Humor, First Confessions, Egobang

Warnings: none

A/N: This is just pure tooth-rotting fluff. I apologize for nothing at all. I actually really like this a lot and it came out much longer than I anticipated. Dedicated to my friend @musicalravencreates as a Christmas gift! I loved my own gift, so this is a thank-you! I hope you love it Andy, since you requested cuddles and feminine Arin. Enjoy.

Dan knew he was in trouble the moment he stepped into the party venue.

YouTube was throwing a rather elaborate party for content creators in the LA area, and the entire Grump crew had been invited. Dan had squirmed about attending at first, as loud groups of people could drain him rather quickly, but in the end Ross’s wheedling got to him and he gave in.

Now, he wasn’t even that concerned about the party or the people milling about, but the second he set eyes on his friends he knew he was royally fucked.

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Everyone meet my new otp, Jazz/Wes! I call it… Overbearing Redheads

No but for realz mah dudes I was trying to come up with a prank otp but I ended up pranking myself

I have so many thought s on this now check the tags for deets