love this song far too much

um noah fence but it would be really frickin nice to make a pillow fort and lie in it with someone i love and we share headphones and listen to our favourite songs. and i might be pushin this a little too far, but imagine being able to hold hands with them and having a heart to heart and then feeling BETTER about talking about our problems and whatever’s on our minds? fuck man that sounds nice as hell

dear, Alexander;

a lams rewrite of ‘dear theodosia’ in which Laurens and Alexander are apart for far too long durning the war, and they miss one another so much

↳ written to the song: Dear Theodosia // Regina Spektor & Ben Folds ; Hamilton mixtape


Dear Alexander, what to say to you?
I love your eyes, and I love they way they shine
When you came into my world, you smiled, and I fell so hard.

I’m willing to wait everyday for you.
Domestic life has never been your style
-when you smile
you knock me out, you stole my heart,
And I thought I was so smart.

We hope to come of age with our young nation.
I’ll be right there with you,
While our country’s torn in two.

If we lay a strong enough foundation
I can come home to you, I can finally be with you

-And we’ll blow them all away
Someday someday…
Yeah, we’ll blow them all away
Someday someday…

You know that I’m not around.

I know that you’re not around.

But I swear that I’ll be around for you.

I’ll do whatever it takes-

I’ll ground my feet to this place.

I promise I’ll come back home to you.

If we come of age with our young nation
I want to grow old with you
Our hearts joined, one in two.

If we lay a strong enough foundation
I can say this to you-
My darling, I love you.

And we’ll blow them all away
Someday someday…
Yeah, we’ll blow them all away
Someday someday…

Panic! at the Disco Asks
  1. What what the first P! song you heard?
  2. How did you first hear about P!?
  3. Have you ever seen them live? How many times?
  4. Do you think Dallon should be considered a band member?
  5. Ryden, Brallon, or Brencer?
  6. What is your fave P! song?
  7. Do you have a favorite P! cover?
  8. Fave p! blog?
  9. What is your favorite era?
  10. What is your favorite song on Fever?
  11. What is your favorite song on Pretty Odd?
  12. What is your favorite song on V&V?
  13. What is your favorite song on Too Weird?
  14. What is your favorite song on Death of a Bachelor so far?
  15. What is your favorite music video?
  16. Do you want Halsey and P! to do a collab?
  17. What do you think of Sarah?
  18. How much do you love Mrs. Urie?
  19. What is your fave couple costume the Uries did?
  20. Jesus Brendon, or Satan Beebo?
  21. What is the sexiest Brendon pic you can find in a google search in under one minuet?
  22. What is the sexiest Spencer pic you can find in a google search in under one minuet?
  23. What is the sexiest Dallon pic you can find in a google search in under one minuet?
  24. What is the sexiest Ryan pic you can find in a google search in under one minuet?
  25. How many P! CD’s do you own?
  26. How many of their songs are on your computer/device right now?
  27. What P! merch do you own?
  28. If you met Panic!, what would you say/do?
  29. If you met Sarah Urie on the street, what would you say/do?
  30. What song do you really/really/really want a video for?
  31. What song is your least fave?

(Questions inspired by a twenty One Pilots ask list by @blurryf4ce)

65 More Years
  • 65 More Years
  • Ron Pope

(65 More Years)

Happy Birthday, Makoto!! A sappy song thing for youヾ(´︶`♡)ノ

It’s kinda long, I’m sorry for stretching your dashes, especially if you aren’t into free! or makoharu!! ; v ;



word count: 1329

note: fluff won, expect something flirty tomorrow evening :) I hope that you all enjoy xx

Before the baby getting out of the house was difficult enough. They would finally make it to the car and someone would forget a phone charger, or the dessert they promised to bring, or that gift Shawn got his dad in Switzerland on tour. Someone would rush back in and grab what they forgot before something else would come up.

Adding a newborn to the mix was more difficult than they imagined. After forty-five minutes of running back into and out of the house they were on the road. The voice on the radio sang a song that was played far too much and his wife hummed idly along.

They set out on the drive to his parents for the weekend. His parents were so excited to see their grandson and Shawn had to admit he was excited for a small break. He loved being a parent and wouldn’t trade it for anything. He would do just about anything for the tiny human sitting in the back seat, but he was tired.

Sleep had become a foreign concept and screaming the soundtrack to his life. But he knew it was worth it. Even when he and his wife were awake at three in the morning singing weird songs that they had made up to try to coax sleep into their screaming newborn he felt like the luckiest man alive.

The drive was mostly uneventful, save for when she had to climb in the back to calm down their screaming infant. But, Shawn got to grab her bum as she maneuvered over the center console, so he wasn’t complaining too much about that.

When they pulled into the driveway it was mid-afternoon and Shawn could barely wait another second to see his family. He put the car in park and ran around the side to grab the car seat. By the time he made it around the car his wife was leaned over the seat unbuckling it.

He had to grab her bum again and the second he did she squeaked and whipped around, “Cut that out,” she said laughing as she hit his chest.

“I can’t help it,” he said with a wink, “Wanna grab the stuff from the trunk and I’ll do this?”

She nodded and she moved to the back of the car as Shawn looked down at his little one. He was sleeping in the car seat and Shawn placed his hand on his small head, using his thumb to rub his forehead.

As Shawn looked down at his son he couldn’t help but smile. He saw her in all of his son’s features, though she would argue that he looked far more like Shawn. He was pulled out of his thoughts as he felt her hand wrap around his side.

“He’s pretty cute,” She said looking at the tiny baby in their back seat, “It’s crazy that we made that…”

Shawn squeezed her and murmured his agreement, kissing the side of her head. He moved back towards unbuckling the car seat and pulling it out of the car. They made their way to the front door laden with bags and gifts and food.

Shawn pulled the door open and stepped into his warm childhood home. He heard a scream from his left and smiled as he saw his little sister running up to him, “Mum! Dad! They’re here!” She launched herself into his arms for a hug and Shawn passed the carrier to his wife.

He mum and dad followed met them in the entryway, pulling everyone in for hugs and his mum only cried a little bit. They moved into the living room and spent the best part of the next hour passing around the baby and catching up.

Shawn wanted to hear all about his parents and his sister’s lives but they were far more interested in him. How was being a dad? How was the baby sleeping? How was the new album coming along? Occasionally he could squeeze in a question about Aaliyah’s classes or how his parent’s jobs were going.

Then the tears started bubbling over and the screaming started. She chuckled taking the baby from a terrified Aaliyah, “We had a good run, didn’t we? I’m gonna take him into the other room and try to calm him down, he might be hungry.”

Shawn watched her maneuver upstairs whispering sweet words into the ears of their screaming baby. He turned his attention back to his parents who went on and on about the baby. His dad escaped to the kitchen to start dinner and Shawn followed.

After some time, his wife came back down the stairs holding their son and he was reminded of how in love with her he was. He was always in awe of her. She always caught his eye no matter the occasion. They could be in a room with a thousand people and he would find her. He was drawn to her that way.

“Shawn,” he heard, “You listening?”

“Hmm?” He said turning to his dad, “Yeah, of course.”

Dinner was ready and the screaming returned just in time. She went to stand up to go to the popup crib they had brought, but Shawn was quicker. He rubbed her back lightly as he moved past her, running up the stairs two steps at a time.

He opened the door and walked towards the crib. Little tears were bubbling over the brown eyes of his baby and he couldn’t help but smile. He reached down and pulled him up into his arms. The second the baby was in his arms the crying ceased and his little one looked up at him.

“You’re a faker,” He said jokingly bouncing his little one gently, “You just want to come downstairs and see everyone, don’t you?”

He walked them downstairs carefully and saw everyone at the table waiting for him, “We have a guest.”

He sat down next to his wife with his baby in one hand and fork in the other. They sat and talked and joked. He listened to his parents talk about work and his sister about the school dance she had gone to and how horrible it all was.

As dinner winded down Shawn glanced down to see that his little man had fallen asleep. His toes found hers underneath the table and he gave her a light tap. She looked at him and then at the baby and the sweetest smile formed on her face.

“I can’t believe you’re a dad,” Aaliyah said, pulling them out of the trance that they were in, “It’s kind of gross if you think about it.”

Everyone laughed at her comment and Shawn tried to make a snarky comment back, but he couldn’t quite manage. He knew he was a dad, but hearing other people say it made it far more real. He loved that it was real.

Dinner had ended long ago and his family had retired to their respective rooms. They were sat on the bed leaning against the headboard talking about nothing. Their little one was resting in the crib, leaving them time to be with each other.

She let out a yawn and leaned against his chest. He closed his eyes and he could hear his baby’s soft breathing and could feel his wife’s delicate eyelashes brushing against his collar bone. He smiled and kissed her forehead.

Sure he had toured around the world, and he would have to leave again soon. But, despite all of the beauties in the world, his family was the best of all. He used to want to leave and go anywhere and everywhere. Now, he was happy to stay curled up in bed on a Saturday night with his wife in his arms and his kid resting peacefully a few feet away.

thoughts on the christmas episode: 

  • i really need to stop listening to anything that leaves jeremy’s mouth
  • like seriously
  • don’t listen to jeremy zag
  • there was something about the animation that was different and it probably has to do with rendering but i don’t know enough about cgi for that
  • adrien agreste truly is too good for this world
  • ladybug isn’t all that good at listening to other people and she should work on that
  • nathalie loves adrien lots and that makes me happy
  • gabriel really does just need a good shove to start being a better father to adrien 
  • i liked how brother christmas didn’t actually put anyone under his control
  • (although maybe three time for his little song and dance was a bit much) 
  • that was by far the coolest akuma capture we’ve seen yet
  • and i’m really glad chat was so instrumental in capturing it
  • i felt like they had so much more story to tell and they just didn’t have time?
  • not all the classmates were there and that leads me to believe that either
    • a. they leave town for the holidays
    • b. they don’t celebrate christmas
      • (jump on the nathanael is jewish train with me)
  • marinette and adrien truly are the most dramatic people ever
  • and yet plagg still managed to be even more dramatic than both of them in a fraction of the screentime
  • personally, i really disliked the production of the songs. i felt like the backing track drowned out the vocals and the tracks didn’t always fit the mood of the episode
  • i will pay someone actual money to do a slower ballad cover of chat’s song. maybe a piano cover? i just know that’s something i need in life
  • everyone cares about adrien so much and i hope he knows that now 

all my complaining aside, i really did genuinely enjoy this episode! but i think it would’ve worked better as just a christmas special and without the music, i don’t think the musical aspect really added much other than to advertise it as a musical

but hey, that’s just my two cents! i’ve missed these kids and i’m glad that they were back for even just twenty minutes

fic: yes a heart will always go one step too far

Anyway I started thinking way too much about how much I love the fact that Daryl’s gonna lie to Carol tonight, and this happened. It’s my usual rusty af, unbetaed pile of total smush, so be aware of that if you choose to click the read more. me @ me: yeesh

(The title is from ‘Go Places,’ by the New Pornographers. The song is so lovely:)

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I’m sorry, I spent far too much time on this, but I showed RvB to @idontlikecoconut666 and @vanveee and Nenée liked the song and it’s taken over and this was supposed to be a valentine’s day thing but look at this meme and what it’s become


K.Flay is easily one of my favorite artists to come out of San Francisco Bay. Even though she went to Stanford, which is Cal’s rival, I’m not mad. Her brand of gritty hip hop and electronic pop has delighted my ears far too much for me to complain. One of my favorite tracks off her album Life As A Dog (which I contributed to via crowd funding) is Can’t Sleep. I also love the Vanic remix of the tune. K.flay’s new video for Can’t Sleep begs a requisite re-share of Can’t Sleep. I can’t wait to catch K.Flay live again for the, umm, umpteenth time, at LIve 105′s BFD come early June.

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Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die
  • This is Gospel: Don't look too much into the lyrics okay just don't do it
  • Miss Jackson: this song makes me wanna wear lacy black thigh-highs and red lipstick
  • Vegas Lights: "we're bored with looking good" that sounds fake but ok
  • Girl That You Love: No offence but this is easily the worst song in their entire discography
  • Nicotine: heartbreak disguised as a serious fuckin jam
  • Girls/Girls/Boys: it's still not as gay as pretty. odd.
  • Casual Affair: S I N
  • Far Too Young To Die: *Alex Gaskarth voice* Stop fucking around with my emotions
  • Collar Full: cutesy romantic jam stuck between two of the saddest songs I've ever heard
  • The End of All Things: brendon discovers autotune

#BIGBAN9. My pride.

9 years and stronger than ever. This is what the team is made of. 

“Despite how popular an artist is, they tend to last only a few days at the top of charts after releasing songs. But it’s different for BIGBANG. The band has been doing this for whopping 16 days. When it comes to music, the band name does not matter anymore—the song itself relies on the word-of-mouth. BIGBANG broke their own records and is now genuinely recognized for their musical talents.”

I have never once doubted that they’d disband or lose a member over a conflict. They love each other and music too much, and it shows through their achievements. All I can say as a proud VIP is, just how far will this group go?

All of Your Pieces

genre: so much fluff

words: 320

inspired by: “Pieces” by Andrew Belle

I love you, I love you – And all of your pieces

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anonymous asked:

what song represents 707? ~ Love E ❤

If I had to pick a pop song it would be: I hate u, I love u by Gnash

I don’t mean no harm
I just miss you on my arm
Wedding bells were just alarms
Caution tape around my heart

But also I am leaning towards Dear God by A7x

Dear God the only thing I ask of you is
to hold her when I’m not around,
when I’m much too far away
We all need that person who can be true to you
But I left her when I found her
And now I wish I’d stayed
‘Cause I’m lonely and I’m tired
I’m missing you again oh no
Once again 

Remember Everything - 5FDP  always make me cry.

If I could hold back the rain, would you numb the pain?
‘Cause I remember everything.
If I could help you forget, would you take my regrets?
'Cause I remember everything.

Oh, dear brother, just don’t hate me
For never standing by you or being by your side
Dear sister, please don’t blame me
I only did what I thought was truly right
It’s a long and lonely road, when you know you walk alone

It all went by so fast
I still can’t change the past
I always will remember everything
If we could start again,
Would that have changed the end?
We remember everything, everything.

I have a bunch… All are from alternative bands lol sorry I don’t listening to much pop.

Request: Your Guardian Angel

Request: Hey! I love your work and was wondering if it was too late to get a Samandriel imagine (ya know cuz he’s like dead and all also it’s pretty late sorry about tat too) but if it’s not could you write one based off of the song Your Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus? Thanks! Love you!(also random note you are loved and needed so don’t give up i don’t know if you are going through anything but if you are just know it gets better i promise (^.^) that goes for everyone that reads this) BYE!!

Word Count: 841

Thank you so much<3 That means a lot to hear, thank you for being so considerate – same goes for you, if you’re going through something. I hope you like it!<3

The car is rushing at you far too fast, and there’s nothing you can do. You’re still hurtling towards it and it towards you and –

Blackness. It’s everywhere – but there’s no pain, and you can still feel your body. It’s just like you’re stood in an empty, dark room.

“Am I dead?” You ask, your voice cracking slightly on the last word. Silence greets you, as if your words have been swallowed up by the darkness. Then, a hand lands on your shoulder – you don’t have time to scream, before you’re stood in your own apartment, trembling and looking around.


There’s silence, for a long moment, and then…

“Hello, Y/N.”

“Who the hell are you?” You snap, spinning around to see a man stood behind you. You say man, but he can’t be more than eighteen – blue eyes, blonde hair… alright, he’s adorable.

“My name  is Samandriel. I’m your guardian angel.” He says placidly, his tone flat. You frown, folding your arms.

“Guardian angel? Yeah, right – the truth, before I call the co – oh.” Flickering light illuminates the room, stopped only by the shadows of two huge wings against the wall, “Okay.”

He lets the light die, watching you apologetically, “Sorry. We just need to talk, Y/N.”

“Sure, I guess.” You’re a little dumbfounded about this whole thing, but you were never one to step back from confrontations. No… you’re going to see this whole craziness through.

“There are demons, everywhere. They’re after me, so they’re after you, too.” He explains hurriedly, “The guy in that other car was a demon. They’re all around the neighbourhood. We have to go – now.”

“I -” You stammer, but he’s telling the truth. You nod, “Let’s move, then.”


“Y/N? Are you still in here?” The angel asks, slipping into the motel room. You peer around from the bathroom door, breathing a sigh of relief and leaving your hiding place.

“Sure am. What’s the word?” You ask, and he frowns for a moment before picking up on your human expression.

“No demons as of yet. We should be able to stay until nightfall – you should sleep while you can.” He informs you, gesturing towards your bed. He’s so… nurturing. Making sure you’re eating and drinking and sleeping, that you’re not ill, and that there’s nothing that could hurt you. Although his vessel is young, he is not – and he knows the dangers of this world.

“Okay.” You agree, “Will you – will you stay with me?”

“Of course.” He agrees readily, overjoyed at the attempt you’re making to let him in. At first, you were mistrusting at best and this feels like giant steps for the pair of you.

You smile slightly, kicking off your boots and climbing into the bed. He watches you closely as you close your eyes and drop off to sleep.

You’re woken sharply – Samandriel grabs you, shaking you harshly.

“We have to go, Y/N – they’re here!” He hisses, and you just about make it to your feet before the black-eyed monster (Who looks strangely like a man) bursts through the door.

“Time’s up, kids.” He grins, pulling a silvery blade from his sleeve and pointing it straight at Samandriel. You gasp, moving in front of him, but the angel yanks you out of the way and you fall to the ground, watching as your guardian angel fights the demon off, disarming him quickly before burning out his eyes. Demon after demon seems to come through the door but he doesn’t hesitate to throw himself in the line of fire, just to keep you safe.

The last demon – maybe the dozenth – manages to land a hit, slashing its blade across his stomach. The angel cries out as a blue light flickers across the room, but still manages to kill the other demon before falling to the ground. You scramble over to him, watching as the wound closes. He’s still terrifyingly weak, however, his face pale and eyes threatening to roll back in his head.

“Samandriel?” You ask, shaking him gently, “Come on, get up!”

“I’m fine.” He croaks, “I’m fine, Y/N.”

“You’re not fine!” You say, finding tears in your eyes – you hadn’t thought you were so attached to him, but the thought of losing him now… “You’re not fine. You almost died. For me.”

“That’s my job, Y/N.”

“I don’t want it to be your job!” You insist, “You don’t have to guard me!”

“I do. It’s what I want to do.” He says, slowly sitting up, “I want to be able to help you and guide you through life – just as I always have.”

“And you always will?”

“I always will.”

Love Song

Originally posted by jinwco

As an idol, your free moments were few and far between. You were constantly on the go, running form schedule to schedule, from studio to practice room. The hustle and bustle of your daily life made it difficult to find friends outside of your company. Because of this, you typically resorted to befriending the trainees or members of senior groups. You stuck with your company’s staff or your group members at events and rarely branched out as you knew that your life was much too busy to maintain relationships.

However, that didn’t mean that you neglected creating casual acquaintanceships with people. In fact, you’d created working relationships with many of the idols that you frequently overlapped promotions with. It made the time you were all stuck in the waiting rooms go by much quicker.

One of the groups that your group continually overlapped promotions with was Winner. Your group and theirs were the only groups that didn’t seem to have many idol friends. During promotions, you all would be the odd ones out. So in a bold move, your leader befriended theirs and ended up bringing your groups together.

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Got tagged by @red-flare :0

rules: you must tag 10 people you’d like to know better !!

Favorite Place: My room, surrounded by the things I love and colors that keep me happy. it’s also where I work and jam out to my music.

Favorite Color: Dark red, man. such a great color! and so fun to paint, too. also black, but I suppose that’s technically not a “color”

Last Song I Listened To: Eliran Ben Ishai - Travelling Far in Short Strides (such an happy/upbeat synthwave track!!)

Favorite TV Show(s): I don’t really watch much TV nowadays, but Stranger Things and Rick and Morty come to mind!

First Fandom: oh DAMN…it’s gotta be Sonic Adventure 2 fandom or the Zelda fandom. that was a very, very long time ago lol.

Hobbies: Drawing, discovering new music, watching video game let’s plays, drowning myself in coffee and nicotine. I sound really boring!! (hint: I am very boring)

Book I’m Currently Reading: well they’re comics…MTMTE/Lost Light and Green River Killer

uhhh I’ll go ahead and tag @oibob @hiighnoon @bloodywaluigi @aquacura @vizarding @ephdraws @esuerc @kirain @ncrbitch…I can’t think of anyone else off the top of my head OTL

obvs you don’t have to do it but I figured I’d tag you guys~

anonymous asked:

Don't panic was by far my favourite album, honestly it's their only album that I don't hate any songs on

Me too, i never skip any songs from dont panic i love love love love that album so much