man plays guitar


I just want to make the best music of all time with my best friends.

You are, Chris, believe me. You’re so selfless that even on your own birthday you gift us, your fans, with more amazing music. Thank you. It’s hard to believe the world has been graced with someone as sweet, as humble, as down to earth, as talented and as positive as you (let’s not forget funny), yet here you are proving time and again that good people do exist and that we should no take them for granted. I’m proud to say I’m your fan and I’ll always love you and the music you wake along with the boys. Happy 40th birthday, you man-child Chris! Hope you never lose your spark.


Oh, holy hell!


“A hoodie (also called a hooded sweatshirt or hoody) is a sweatshirt with a hood. They often include a muff sewn onto the lower front, a hood, and (usually) a drawstring to adjust the hood opening, and may have a vertical zipper down the center similar to a windbreaker style jacket.”

Liz Phair

every time I see your face I think of things unpure unchaste

We Can Feel So Far (From So Close) (1/2)

Waiting until your best friend left for a cross country tour was a fine time to realize you’re in love with him. Captain Swan.

This is the first of a two shot that I finally decided to post after having it sit in my Google Docs since last summer. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this first part!

Rated T | Word count: 8139 | Also on AO3 and

There’s an old quote that says something along the lines of “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” That you don’t realize just how much you love someone until they’re no longer around.

When Emma would come across phrases like that a few years ago, she would typically roll her eyes and mutter some kind of sarcastic remark, all while trying not to dwell on the fact that there probably would never be someone for her to love like that.

But of course, that was before she met Killian. And everything changed.

They meet on a Thursday night, under unusual circumstances. Emma had moved into her new apartment that afternoon, a simple one bedroom in Boston that was more than enough space for her and the small amount of items in her possession. The whole day had been a disaster from the get go. First thing that morning, her previous landlord accused her of not paying the last month’s rent, and threatened to sue if he didn’t get it immediately. (The look on his face when he realize he was in the wrong was priceless. And he wondered why she was moving out of his crappy building.) Then, the movers she could barely afford to hire wound up taking her furniture to the wrong apartment complex on the other side of Boston. By the time the fiasco had been taken care of, it was nearly the end of the day. Saying she was exhausted was an understatement.

Emma stands in the middle of the living room, observing the chaos that was now her new home. She may have brought a small number of things with her, but most of said things were still in boxes, scattered around on the floor and waiting to be put away. She’d unpacked a box of clothes solely to dig out her favorite Batman pajamas, leaving the rest piled up in the corner of her bedroom. Just something else that could wait until tomorrow when she wasn’t both starving and sleep deprived.

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Hey man, I thought that you were dead

An illustration for one of my fics, Between Life and Death. (So yes, that is Jotaro and not just Star Platinum.) I’m proud of how the colors came out! I’d recommend full view, please, and look at the background just to the left of them.

I suppose this drawing could be considered something of a spoiler for the fic? But most people who follow my main blog probably know what’s going to happen anyway. By the way, this isn’t necessarily a 100% accurate depiction of a real scene that will actually happen in the fic, it’s just art my dudes

Instrument headcanons
  • <p> <b>Jess:</b> is the kind of person who wants to be able to play an instrument so badly, but she lacks the patience and attention span to make it work. You will find in her family's attic a guitar, a ukulele, an old casio keyboard. Yet, the only instrument she's ever managed to learn more than two songs on is the recorder, and that's only because it was required in pre-school. She rocks Three Blind Mice<p/><b>Emily:</b> can full on play the violin. Her parents wanted her to play starting from around age six. They had her choose between Cello, Violin, Clarinet or the flute. Emily thought violin was the least ebarassing. At first she would only learn the classical pieces that her tutor would give her, but she soon learned how good some of her favourite pop songs sounded on strings. Her party trick now is playing a violin version of Roar by Katy Perry<p/><b>Matt:</b> never really had any desire to learn to lay an instrument, like Jess, he only ever managed the recorder because school made him. He's completely forgoteen everything he knew<p/><b>Sam:</b> took up piano in 9th grade, specifically during winter when it got too cold to go outside during recess. She, Hannah and Beth would sit in a quiet music room and she got into the habbit of tinkering away on the keys. One day, she went away and found some simple music online and took it into school to try and play.<p/><b>Ashley:</b> asked to learn piano. Her parents said she could start lessons as a 10th birthday present. she dove right in adn excelled in her classes. during her free time and school holidays, she would compose little pieces of music for her favourite books. after she and Sam became friends, she helped Sam with the theory of music, the reading and the writing. When the gang get together at christmas they play carol duets. at parties, if you get her to drink tequila she'll ba g out such classics as Don't Stop Believin and Piano Man. Incredibly enthusiastically<p/><b>Mike:</b> can play guitar. very well. he can do indie, punk rock, folk, you name it. He's a big fan of acoustic music and whenever he gets drunk he always ends up playing corny country songs. His favourites are Dolly Parton and early Taylor Swift. Once, on a night out with the guys he got so drunk, he insisted they get a cab to his house to get his guitar, then get a second cab to Jess's house so he could stand outside her window and play Love Story. In full support Chris, Matt and Josh provided drunken backing vocals.<p/><b>Chris:</b> (I mentioned this in my music star post) is very good at replicating music on phones. He can use dial tones and buttons sounds to play stuff like the Star Wars theme, Mario Bros., Harry Potter etc. He's also known to mix old Windows software sounds to make original compositions [Edit] I forgot to mention how Chris plays the melodica and the theramin. His starter piece for every new instrument is the Jurassic Park song.<p/><b>Josh:</b> can kind of(?) play guitar. He mostly learned so that at parties he can gather everyone round under the notion that he'll play some beautiful acoustic piece and yet he just goes straight in with Wonderwall. Among others. He's been known to play Rockstar by Nickelback, American Pie and Tenacious D's Tribute<p/></p>

Imagining before Magnus and Alec met properly, Alec’s only freshly eighteen. Imagine Alec used to get sucked into going shopping with Izzy because he was ‘a good brother’ and it’s 'bonding’ and his 'death stare scares the creeps away’. But one time, Alec’s just over it. There’s only so many times Izzy can ask him which shade of red he likes best. Really they all look the same to him and he’s pretty sure she hasn’t noticed that he’s said the second one every single time she’s asked.

So while she’s in the change rooms again, for what feelings like and probably literally is, the hundredth time, Alec slips out into the street. His rune is activated, so no one can see him, and he just starts to walk. He doesn’t have a destination in mind, and he doesn’t really know why he’s still walking. He should just turn around and go back to Izzy, but instead he keeps walking, weaving in and out of the groups of mundanes, completely unnoticed.

It’s not until he finds himself standing in front of a man playing a guitar that he realises he’d been following the music all along. The man doesn’t quite fit the description of a street musician, his case is closed, not like the others Alec has seen, who all had spare change thrown in. And he doesn’t have any other equipment other than the instrument he’s playing. It’s as if this man is doing it purely for the enjoyment and Alec is entranced.

Being a Shadowhunter, as well as being who he was, meant there wasn’t much room for doing things just for the pleasure. He trained to be a better soldier, he tried to do what was expected to please his parents, even his bow, the thing he got the most enjoyment from, was something that he used with a purpose.

But this man, who Alec was starting to notice (who was he kidding, he’d noticed immediately) was quite attractive, and very well dressed, seemed to just get pleasure from putting the music out in the world. Alec cautiously moved closer to the man, close enough that he could see the paint on his nails that was obviously done with care and precision, and sat down cross legged, just listening to the softly sung words.

The man can’t see him, but for the first time, Alec wishes he could. Of course, he could easily make himself visible again, but he thinks part of the magic is that the man doesn’t know he’s being watched. Alec continues to watch, unmoving, until he feels his phone vibrate insistently. It’s Izzy, obviously, berating him for wondering off. And a quick check of the time tells him he’s been gone, that he’d been just listening to this mans voice, for nearly an hour. No wonder Izzy is worried. He doesn’t want to leave, but his sister has effectively popped the bubble that he’d made for himself and the musical man and forcefully pulled him back to the real word.

He sighs and stands, watching the man until the end of the song, and for the first time, the man meets his eyes. Or at least it seems like he’s meeting his eyes. But he couldn’t be… Could he have known Alec was there the whole time? Alec could feel himself blushing deeply, but the only acknowledgement the man gave that he could see him was a wink and a smirk, before he turned his attention back to the chords he was playing.

Alec thought about saying something, about finding out for sure if the man could actually see him or if he was just imagining things, but before he can, Izzy is there and she’s angry. She’s telling him that he can’t just leave like that and 'you have a phone. Use it so I know you’re not dying somewhere’, but Alec’s not listening, because he’s pretty sure he can hear the man laughing at him, even though he’s obviously trying to keep a straight face. It sounds as nice as when he’s singing.

Eventually Izzy’s rant gets cut off by her phone, much to Alec’s relief. It’s Jace apparently, telling them to get back to the institute and why wasn’t Alec answering his phone? Alec rolls his eyes, but follows after his sister without a word to defend himself.

As he’s walking away, he can hear the man singing again, a song Alec’s pretty sure he vaguely recognises, even though he’s not sure from where.

“And your heart’s against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck, I’m falling for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet, and with a feeling I’ll forget, I’m in love now…”

Alec casts one last look over at the man before he turns the corner and he knows a smile is threatening to cover his face but he doesn’t even try to stop it, because the man is watching him walk away as he sings and Alec just has to know. He has to know if this man can see him, if there’s a chance they could meet again someday.

So he turns back to the man and waves.

The man does a finger wiggle wave in return and Alec’s grin could split his face.

Alec continues to listen, even as he forces himself to walk away.

“This feels like falling in love, falling in love, falling in love…”

Fuck shit up!
Wingnut Dishwashers Union
Fuck shit up!

i don’t believe in cops, bosses, or politicians
some call that anarchism, i call it having a fucking heart that beats
i do believe in freedom and never giving up
call my methods madness or call them luck
i do what i got to to be able to breathe 
and if you quit your job, well, you can do a little breathing with me 
a punk rock song won’t ever change the world
but i can tell you about a couple that changed me

grandpavsprowler: Fearless leader and fire starter

dannymasterson: Shoe game on point.


Peter Frampton 💘