music gets louder

Overwatch heroes and the music they listen to
  • Bastion: plays disgustingly sweet pop music while mowing down opponents in turret form. everyone knows to scatter when the music suddenly gets louder and closer.
  • D.Va: dubstep. she likes to blow her MEKA when the beat drops.
  • Genji: ambient electronica. he used to go hard in his wild years, but as he's mellowed out so have his music tastes.
  • Hanzo: everyone blames McCree for the country music that sometimes plays late in the evenings. Hanzo doesn't correct them. it is his secret shame.
  • Junkrat: wasn't sure what he liked until Winston played him Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture. then he decided it was "anything with cannons."
  • Lúcio: a little bit of everything. his eclectic taste keeps his own music fresh and new.
  • McCree: fucking loves classic rock, and will take every opportunity to inform you of that.
  • Mei: anything and everything Disney. each song has hundreds of plays, and she knows the lyrics to every single one.
  • Mercy: folk, both new and old. but she keeps the more grim songs about famine and pestilence out of her hospital.
  • Pharah: rap and r&b. she's been known to light up the skies with fiery beats when she's flying a mission.
  • Reaper: hardcore punk. before being recruited into Overwatch and then Reaper-ified, he was very active in the scene.
  • Reinhardt: overly invested in musical theater. he likes to sing show tunes at full volume.
  • Roadhog: doesn't really react to any music. but he really likes mosh pits.
  • Soldier 76: still thinks the Beatles discography is the pinnacle of modern music.
  • Symmetra: dislikes most music - it's too chaotic and dissonant. but sometimes she plays the old music she used to dance to. that's when she really turns hard light into art.
  • Torbjörn: likes to work the forge while listening to symphonic metal. it makes everything feel very Epic.
  • Tracer: anything you can dance to! swing, in particular. she likes to follow because of all the spinning.
  • Widowmaker: an insufferable indie fan. once a song plays on the radio she's done with the band.
  • Winston: classical. not because he's pretentious, but because Dr. Winston always played it in the lab.
  • Zarya: pounding electro house that she blasts in the gym at ungodly hours in the morning.
  • Zenyatta: twelve hours of whale noises.

me: i love winter haha

nct: *releases the switch mv*

don't count your owls - norio - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

     don’t count your owls  

Author: norio                    
Relationship:   Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou
Akaashi KeijiBokuto Koutarou                                            Additional Tags:    Alternate Universe - Hogwarts
Bokuto gets stuck as an owl and Akaashi gets stuck with Bokuto.


So i spent the whole day reading Haikyuu-fanfics while listening to epic/emotional/orchestral music. Then, i found this wonderful Hogwarts AU Akaashi/Bokuto fanfic and after some time that  BEAUTIFUL FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM SOUNDTRACK   started playing in the background. I didn’t even notice, at first.
But when Akaashi faced a few Dementors and was about to get killed the music started getting louder and louder which made everything incredibly dramatic and then THE CHOIR GOT TO ITS CLIMAX  - AT THIS POINT I STARTED SHAKING HOLY COW that shit gave me the hardest goosebumps of my life. Even the Jazz-themed part after that FITS PERFECTLY INTO THE WHOLE SITUATION. I’m literally crying right now.

I really need some fanart to this fanfiction
or  more   owl!Bokuto turning into human  /  human!Bokuto with wings  fanart  in general, please Q_Q

I even tried to draw something matching to that one amazing part of the vocals getting louder. (00:52) It’s just a quick drawing of him spiking because it was too hard for me to actually draw Bokuto turning into a human again and using the Patronus charm.    RIP ._.

The Proposal - L.H.

Summary: 5 Seconds of Summer is having their first gig next week, which calls for lots and lots of rehearsals. Maybe too many.

Pairing: Luke Hemmings and Female Reader

- - -

“That’s it!” Y/N hissed, stomping up the driveway to Luke’s house, the muffled music getting louder with each step. She didn’t want to yell at him, she really didn’t, but he gave her no choice. Y/N’s fist pounded on the door angrily, but the music didn’t stop. She knocked again, harder this time. After a few moments, the music finally ceased. Y/N heard faint mumbling before the door opened.

There he was. Luke fucking Hemmings. Every girl at school saw him as a heartthrob, but Y/N just saw him as obnoxious. “What’s good, baby girl?” Luke smirked, leaning against the doorframe. Y/N could see his bandmates behind him, not paying attention to their conversation.  

“Don’t call me that,” Y/N spat, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’ve told you five times already tonight to turn down your music and you keep playing louder!” Luke laughed and reached out, grabbing Y/N’s hand. “Babe, when are you gonna learn to let loose? Let your hair down, chill a little,” he murmured, bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing it gently. Y/N felt her face heat up with both anger and an obvious blush.

“Luke, I’m tired of coming over here to tell you to shut up. What can I do to get you to be quiet?” Y/N sighed, pulling her hand out of his grasp and letting it fall limp at her side. Luke pondered for about five seconds.

“Easy. You could go on a date with me,” he said in all seriousness, a sweet smile on his face. Y/N’s jaw went slack, her eyes widening to the size of dinner plates. “No!” She whisper-shouted. “I’m not going on a date with you!”

“Then I won’t quiet down. Thank you for your time, Y/N, have a wonderful night,” Luke grinned, stepping out of the frame and beginning to close the door. The door shut, and Y/N let out a loud groan before knocking on the door again. Luke answered almost instantly, like he knew she was going to accept his offer.

“Yes?” He smirked, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “So, if I go on one date with you, you’ll stop being obnoxiously loud?” Y/N questioned, considering his deal. “Mhm,” Luke hummed, nodding his head. “Also,” he interjected. “You have to kiss me before you leave.”

“That wasn’t a part of the deal!” Y/N screeched, making Luke throw his head back in laughter. “Boys?” He called out, cueing his bandmates to start blaring out random notes. The noise was deafening Y/N. “Fine!” She hissed. “I’ll go on a date with you and I’ll kiss you.” The ruckus behind them ceased. Luke beamed, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

“Woohoo!” He exclaimed, gently grabbing Y/N’s waist and pulling her close to him. His lips crashed eagerly onto hers, his grip on her waist sliding down to her hips. Y/N couldn’t lie, he was a fantastic kisser, but she still hated him. “Thanks, baby,” he breathed out, grinning like a fool when their lips parted. “I’m not your ‘baby’, Hemmings,” Y/N shouted as she headed back down the driveway, her mind racing with mixed emotions about their kiss. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now, you know!” Luke called after her, watching her with admiration.

Y/N got back to her room in silence, smiling to herself as she observed the lack of loud music rattling the foundations of her house- until she heard the dreaded words again, only ten times louder. 

“Back from the top! 1- 2- 3- 4!”

space gothic
  • Around 1% of the static on your tv and radio is cosmic background radiation, leftover energy from the earliest days of existence lingering throughout the universe. You turn the dishes to the sky and tune the signal, filtering out the rest of the interference in an attempt to hear the sound from creation. You hear screaming.
  • Stars shimmer as you gaze at them up in the night sky. They tell you that the twinkling is due to the distortion of the atmosphere, but you see one star flickers in Morse code. When you try to write it down no lead or ink comes out of your pencils and pens. When you try to talk about it your teeth bleed.
  • Your pens float around you. Your water hovers in perfect circles. Everything is floating. You are floating. There is no gravity. You are still on Earth.
  • The massive gravity of Jupiter drags in passing asteroids and comets before they can reach the inside of the solar system. Sometimes they become moons. Other times they are swallowed by the planet, buried underneath massive storms. You watch it from the telescope sometimes, gaping maws peeking out of churning storms, sucking in falling meteors. All the while the Great Red Spot remains fixed, watching you back.
  • You can faintly hear music in the space station. No one is playing any music. The music comes from outside. You press your ear against the walls of the outside and listen. The music gets louder. There is no sound in space.
  • They launch you up into orbit, but you cannot get back down. You jump out of the station, but you do not fall. You sit back and watch the sunrise as satellites tumble and burn up in the atmosphere, leaving you alone.
  • You see the Earth from space. It is not blue. 
jeremy knox + music taste hc

Okay you guys… listen up…. Jeremy Knox is a slut for mainstream pop music

-like iMAGINE

-(this is probably going to be mostly in caps)


-(that part was suggested to me by the Nerd, Nicky (neilsexy))



-jeremy knox cant sing pass it on







-bc goddamn she at least knows how to write a popular song



-jean discovers this one day when he’s walking back to their dorm

-he can hear vaguely obnoxious music but he doesnt know where it’s coming from

-Laila and Alvarez are giving him Pitied looks

-poor jean he’s so confused

-but the music is getting louder as he gets closer to their dorm

-and then he opens the door



-jean is like wtf he recognizes this shit singing and not just the recording

-of course it’s jeremy

-”jeremy what are you-”


-now jeremy is trying to dance to shake it off

-jeremy knox cannot dance either

-jeremy no


-and like when it comes to we are never ever getting back together

-jeremy has this Obnoxious Voice that he uses

-”WE ARE NEVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER… *obnoxious voice* like ever”

-and jeremy absolutely INSISTS that Stay Stay Stay is his and jean’s song

-jean “doesnt like it”

-shut up moreau we all know you love it


-a sneaky video that “just magically appeared” gets sent to the group chat

-you’re not smooth knox

-the other trojans get jean and jeremy tickets to taylor swift as a joke

-jean is mortified

-jeremy is ecstatic

-they go and jean lowkey loves it

-jeremy buys him a shirt

-jean would never wear it in public but he wears it to bed sometimes because it helps him sleep at night

-tl;dr- jeremy knox has the music taste of the white girl stereotype, he can’t sing, and he dances like a dad at a barbecue

Please stop kissing me, it's distracting.

Pairing: Septiplier (Jacksepticeye x Markiplier)

The house is quiet when I wake up, I sit up, looking around at the early morning light streaming into the room from behind the blinds covering the windows.
Mark’s sitting up against the headboard, headphones covering his ears and his eyes focusing on his phone screen. “Morning.” I rumble, frowning a bit when he doesn’t shift his gaze.
I sit up further on the bed, curling more into his side to see what’s playing on the tiny screen.
As I get closer to him, music begins to get louder, when I look at the screen, I see he’s playing a hard level of surgeon simulator. I can tell he’s getting increasingly frustrated by the tight grip he has on his phone.
“Mark?” I say, leaning my head on his bicep. He ignores me, causing desperate times, call for desperate measures. I lean up and start pressing light kisses to his neck, causing him to squirm slightly, obviously getting distracted from his game.
I start oressing kisses higher up, reahing his jaw and moving back down. “Jackkk.” He murmurs quietly, clicking quickly on his game.
I ignore him and continue my quest to mark up his skin. He finally pauses his game and slips his headphones off. “Please stop kissing me, it’s distracting.”
I smirk and kiss him quickly. “That was the point.” I whisper as I pull away.
He shakes his head while smiling. “You’re a goofy goober.” He says fondly.
I smile and curl into his side, humming contently, “but I’m your goofy goober.”
He kisses the top of my head before setting his phone and headphones down onto the side table before he tightens his grip on me. “Yeah, yeah you are.”
We end up not getting up until five o clock later that evening.

Apartment B23 (Skate Maloley) 0.0

“Could you ask them to turn down there music at least,” my best friend, Sahara whines to me.

“That’s just gonna make him turn it up more louder, dude.” I say, staring at floor of my apartment.

“Well maybe you should say something again, damn.” Sahara says, noticing that the music is getting louder the more we talk.

Hi, I’m Lola King, I’ve been living in LA for three months now with Sahara, my bestfriend. I love it here. Me and Sahara grew up in a pretty small, isolated part of New York. Not many people visited over there they usually went to the big parts of New York like Queens or Manhattan.

Sahara lived right next door to me and automatically we became bestfriends. We both have a passion for dancing, we have had one since we were 8.

When senior year came around, we started thinking about what we were going to do
because we both knew staying here wouldn’t really do us any justice. We found a small dance company across from a little apartment that was vacant.

Once me and Sahara graduated, we packed our bags and hopped the fuck out of there. Two weeks later, we bought the apartment on the 7th floor and have our jobs at the dance studio across the street as choreographers. The only problem is our neighbor. Nate Maloley, all he does is smoke, fuck, sleep and repeat. It’s so annoying, different girls come from his house almost every night. There is always a party going on over there. I got so sick of it, I decided to go over there to tell him to turn it down. Long story short,  I got a door right in my face. Sahara even tried, he wanted to fuck her though. Something that really pisses me off is that I went to the landlord to tell her the problem and these  are the exact words she said to me:

“It’s Mr.Maloley’s space and he is allowed to do whatever he wants with it.”

He probably fucked her too. 100% percent sure he did. I’ve learned to tune out the music but Sahara hasn’t. He thinks he can get whatever he wants and get with any girl because he is a hot ass rapper with sexy tattoos… What am I doing?

“Lola, you need to tell him to turn that shit down. Now.” Sahara says, I’ve had enough too.

“You’re right, he needs to fuckin learn some respect for the people around him.” I get up and put on my shoes.

“Yes, go get him!” Sahara cheers me on, pushing me out the door. Fuck, I sigh and start approaching Nate’s door, I knock loudly so he can hear it over his music.

The music turns down and I hear the locks on the door start to be unlocked, My heart begins to race as I see a shirtless Nate Maloley with tattoos and a gold chain around his neck, with a very amused smirk on his face.

“Yes, Lola?” Nate says, looking me up and down.

“Can you turn down your music for me? I’ve learned to tune it out but Sahara hasn’t so can you please?” I say hoping that he will corporate with me.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever,” he says not looking into my eyes. I sigh in relief.

“Thanks, Nate” I smile,

“Tell Sahara to come over whenever she wants to bang and same to you too,” he says winking and going in to his apartment.

I scoff and go back to my apartment.

“So?” Sahara questions me as I walk into the room.

“He turned it down,” I assure, not even including Nate’s message knowing that Sahara would never go up on his offer.

“Alright, I’m gonna go to sleep then.” Sahara says, yawning and stretching.

“Night Hara,” I reply, going to sit on the couch and turning on the tv. I hear Sahara’s door close I turn on The Office and my eyes begin to close as the episode begins and I drift to sleep.

                                                       ~Next Day~

“Hey Lo, can you help me get some stuff out of the car?” Sahara calls to me on my phone.

“Yeah sure” I say sighing. I have done nothing all day today, all I’ve been doing is eating and watch Netflix. I wanted to hang out with Sahara but she was busy doing shit, I don’t know, honestly. I put on shoes and start heading down the stairs to Sahara’s car. As I turn the corner, I see Nate standing there, looking around nervously.

“Hey Nate” i say walking towards him.

“Hi” He replies not even looking up to give me even a glance.

“Alright, nice talk. K bye,” I say turning the other way to start heading to Sahara’s car, which is across from us. As I’m walking over there, I feel a sharp pain in my head and I fall backwards.

“Oh shit, are you okay?” A guy with dark hair says, a very worried look on his face. Must I say, he was fine as fuck.

“Hello?” He says. As if he’s looking into my soul.

“Um, yeah” I say, starting to get up and wipe off my hands on my pants. He is still staring at me but more intensely this time. I smile and begin to turn around to leave.

“Wait,” I hear him say behind me.

“Yeah?” I question looking over my shoulder. “What’s your name?” he ask.

“Lola.” I say simply.

“John.” he replies.

“Well Lola, you’re very beautiful and i feel bad for giving you a slight concussion, so let me take you out tonight” He says looking down at his shoes and then looking up at me. I chuckle and begin to reply.

“As long as you don’t knock me down again,” He laughs.

“I promise I won’t knock you down,” he says, closing the space in between us and touches my arm. I feel a blush start to creep onto my face as he does that.

“Swazz!” Somebody screams behind us. I look to see Nate looking at Swazz and making a ‘come here’ motion with his hands.

“Swazz? Who’s that?” I question him, raising my eyebrow. He sighs.

“It’s a nickname my best friend gave me back in high school. I told him not to call me that when I was talking to pretty girls” he says semi-annoyed with Nate.

“It’s fine, John. It’s just a nickname and it actually sounds pretty cool,” I reassure him.

Wait, wait, wait… Nate is his bestfriend. GOD DAMN IT, LOLA WHY THE HOT BESTFRIENDS.
“You’re bestfriends with Nate?” I ask hoping to hear a no.

“Yeah, I am. You know him?” He questions.

“Yeah that’s my neighbor,” I chuckle nervously.

“Ohhh, so you’re the famous 'annoying, hot neighbor’,” he chuckles.

“Excuse me?” I say taken back. John laughs. So, to Nate I’m the hot, annoying neighbor? Wow, that’s not bad compared to everything else I’ve been called.

“So, where are we going?” I ask, referring to our date.

“Oh maybe we can just chill at your place, maybe watch a movie,” he says.

“Yeah totally” I smile.

“So about 8?” He asks.


We begin exchanging numbers and he kisses my cheek.

“I’ll see you later beautiful,” he says walking over to Nate and bro hugs him, I guess. I look over at Sahara’s car and she wasn’t there. Shit. I say running up the stairs to get to the apartment to see if she is there. I open the door to see a annoyed Sahara looking at me.

“Hello, Lola” she says harshly, sipping her coke, not even looking at me. I begin to whine.

“Sahara, I forgot I’m sorryyyyyyyyyy.” I say, acting like a two year old.

“Why should I forgive you, huh?” She asks, still looking away from me.

“Because you’re helping me get ready for my date that is in three hours,” I say acting like it’s nothing. Sahara’s face drops and then she just starts screaming like a weirdo.

“Shhhhh, he’s right next door.” I say giggling and putting my hand over her mouth. She licks my hand.

“Nasty.” I say, hitting her.

“So how did Nate ask you out” she says wiggling her eyebrows.

“No, no. Not Nate. His friend, John.” I say chuckling at the thought that if Nate would ever ask me on a date.

“Oh well, let’s start getting you fuckable.” She says grabbing my arm leading me into her room.

“Am I not fuckable now?” I question, looking down at my sweatpants and oversized tee shirt. “John found me fuckable with this on,” I mumble.

“No girl he saw that ass and said DAMN A BITCH PACKIN,” she says, grabbing my ass. I laugh and continue to walk to her room.

“Ok, where is this date” Sahara asks, looking through her closet.

“In our living room,” I reply. Sahara raises her eyebrows and gives me a look.

“Tell me this wasn’t his idea”

“It was.”

Sahara starts to shake her head. What’s wrong with him pitching that idea to come here? I don’t feel like doing my makeup or hair. Doesn’t sound like a bad night to me.

“Lola King.” Sahara starts, “ he wants to fuck you, for gods sake.” She finishes. I laughed,

“No, he doesn’t. We just met today”

“Doesn’t mean his weeny doesn’t want a go at you,” she says chuckling.

I shake my head. “Find me some clothes, hoe. Hurry up, he’ll be here in 2 hours,” I say as I look down at my nails and start to pick at them.  All of sudden, clothes are thrown onto my bed.

“Wait, where are you gonna stay?” I question her, feeling bad at the fact I’m technically kicking her out of her own apartment.

“Don’t worry Lo, I’m going to the studio to practice.” She says reassuring me.
I sigh, thank god she won’t be here or it would be so awkward.

After 40 minutes of picking out my outfit and Sahara giving me a talk about sex which was the funniest shit ever, she starts to get ready to leave.

“Remember. No fucking on that couch, it’s brand new.” She says, tying up her shoes and picking up her bag.

“I know, I know, Mom. John is gonna be here any minute now, leave.” I say rushing her. I don’t want him coming in and thinking she is gonna stay, that’s just gonna ruin that shit.

“I don’t want little Lolas’ running around in this bitch,” she says pointing her finger at me.

“Alright, just leave already.” I say, starting to push her out.

“Keep Lola Jr. in check, hoe. I know how you are when a dick is around you,” she says chuckling and closing the door behind her. I laugh out loud when she finally left.

I start to pace after 5 minutes pass. What if he got kidnapped? What if he lost interest? What if Sahara was right my ass was poppin and he wanted some? oh damn it, Lola. Stop.  As I start to  pace faster, there is a knock at the door.

A/N: I will post a new chapter every Monday and Friday thanks for reading the first chapter💕 -Kendria

Shape of You

The music is getting progressively louder, the DJ subtly adds a “dance number” here and there, and the patrons are gradually abandoning their chairs to sway to the music. Alcohol flows more freely; something about danceable songs does that to people.Susan is doing an excellent job of maneuvering around the bodies, which is a feat considering she’s downed a pitcher of Sangria, and shared maybe three large Long Islands with Hermione. That is, till she sidesteps a rather excited boy and crashes into another body, automatic apology on her lips “Fuck I’m so sor–wait. Do I know you?”

She squints, booze addled brain trying to catch up with the dark skinned man’s slightly annoyed face, “Zabini? Blaise Zabini?”

His eyebrows fly up in surprise, “Susan Bones?!”

An amused half smile plays about her lips and she cocks her hip lightly resting it against the bar, “Wasn’t expecting that. Long time. How’ve you been Zabini?”

He turns to better face her and shrugs, “Getting by,” and under the pretense of picking up his beer, covertly checks her out, grins “pleasant surprise seeing you here.”

The DJ has pushed up the volume another couple notches and she can hear the opening staccato of Shape of You.

Come over and start up a conversation with just me
And trust me I’ll give it a chance now

-she blinks and her half smile suddenly stretches to a grin, which tingles somewhere low in his stomach. Susan threads her fingers through his, plucks the beer bottle and slides it unceremoniously on the counter, already pulling him towards the dance floor.-

Take my hand, stop, put Van the Man on the jukebox
And then we start to dance, and now I’m singing like

-turns and places his hand onto her waist, hips already swaying to the beat, inhibition lost. His other hand wastes no time following suit-

Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don’t mind me

-she drags her palms appreciatively up his arms and crosses them behind his neck, both faces wearing matching sultry smirks-

Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead

-he turns her around without warning, pulling her back flush against him, hips swinging in tandem, movements more fluid, more sure-

I’m in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do
Although my heart is falling too
I’m in love with your body

-his palms drag smoothly along the curve of her hips and back to her waist, and he swallows a groan. Christ! He’s never known a shape this perfect. His fingers momentarily dig and then flex at her waist-

And last night you were in my room
And now my bedsheets smell like you
Every day discovering something brand new
I’m in love with your body

-her head tilts away from him, his nose follows the line of her neck, breathing deep at the spot where it meets her shoulder. The mix of her perfume and smoke from the bar, and a vision of that pretty head on his pillow flashes through his mind-

Every day discovering something brand new
I’m in love with the shape of you
One week in we let the story begin
We’re going out on our first date

-he pulls away from her, spinning her to face him again without breaking stride. It’s almost like they’ve choreographed their steps. It makes her laugh with pure delight throwing her head back. A bead of sweat slipping from her hairline, the rivulet slides down her neck and disappears in the valley of her breasts-

Leave and get in a taxi, then kiss in the backseat
Tell the driver make the radio play
And I’m singing like
Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don’t mind me
Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead

-pulling her closer, he bends his head, lips just caressing her ear “What say we get out of here?”-

I’m in love with the shape of you
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on

-she pulls back, alcohol induced haze clears for just a second and stares at him. Her body is still on autopilot, hips gyrating-

Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on

-his heart skips a fucking beat at the anticipation, has he read this wrong? She raises an eyebrow in question, but there’s a spark of mischief in her eyes. He runs his tongue along his suddenly dry lips and lipsyncs the next lines-

I’m in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do
Although my heart is falling too
I’m in love with your body

-she falters, blinks and collapses against his neck, laughing. His arms go around her, now only swaying with the music, a shit eating grin on his face-

I’m in love with your body
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
I’m in love with your body
Come on, be my baby, come on

-then she’s pulling back only to drag his face down to hers, parts her mouth just so and nips his lower lip, teasing with the promise of so much more to come, and steps out of the embrace with a “Meet you back at the bar in 5”-

I’m in love with your body
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
I’m in love with your body
Every day discovering something brand new
I’m in love with the shape of you

I tried but the song has been driving me MENTAL so you get A SONGFIC inspired by Ed Sheeran’s Shape of You

It’s Blaise/Susan cuz @colubrina ​ created REBUILDING and I am now actual, certified trash for this pairing. Also, Blaise is shallow.

Thank you @laisvega and @disillusionist9 for beta-reading WHILE IN THE OFFICE

Imma add this for @hprarepairnet ’s be mine challenge too. :)

justjojoking  asked:

😱 as i walk in a distorted and very loud version of the pizza delivery theme from the hit game Spider Man 2™ plays in the background and the very earth shakes as the music progresses on and on as you watch in horror as the music gets louder and louder while you are naked in the shower. - dailyjosukeplush

“…Josuke. I swear to God, if you don’t get out, I will turn you into a pin cushion.” Polnareff summoned Silver Chariot, glaring.

Festival of Fools

Citizens of Cair Paravel started to gather in the square in front of the belltower, though Frollo was not happy about it. But the kings and Queens allowed it and he had to give into their rules as much as he hated to do so. Streamers and flag-banners were hanging from every building to make it festive, little tents were set up as the people of the Court of Miracles started to sell their wares to the more money-lucky citizens of the city. Music was playing from speakers, happy melodies without any vocals to set the mood. The smell of different varieties of food hung in the air, and a large stage was set up for the emcee of the event who would be arriving any second.

People were forced to part like pages of a book as a row of people clad in black walked solemnly through the opened space. The music seemed to get even louder through the speakers. “COME ONE! COME ALL!” All of the people in their stalls started to sing. “COME AND JOIN THE FEAST OF -”

And the Emcee finally made an appearance, sliding in on the ice, on his knees with specialty knee pads put over the bright and colorful costume that had been commissioned by Mary Flores herself. “FOOLS!” He laughed as confetti started to spill. This really was a pleasant festival despite it being the beginning of January. There were space heaters plugged into every tent and stall so that people could step in to get warm, and they had been blessed with nice weather. It was sunny out, and the snow on the ground was starting to melt little by little. Clopin laughed and jumped to his feet, and began to sing his own little song that was special for the festival.

Clopin was extremely animated. He didn’t stand still for a moment, and it was by some miracle that the hat and mask did not fall off of his face through all of the flips and cartwheels that he was doing. His golden hoop earring shone in the sunlight and everyone was able to identify exactly who he was because of that alone. “Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy on the sixth of January all because it’s Topsy Turvy day!”

It was not yet time to crown the King of Fools, but time to get the festivities jumped off even more by inviting someone on the stage to dance while Esmeralda finished her preparations. “Who wants to come and dance the dance of fools? How about you sir? You madam?” He caught eyes with someone in the crowd. “No? How about you then.” He grinned, and held out his hand to welcome someone up to the stage.

  • Its the end of the Marauders’ fifth year at Hogwarts
  • Sirius and Remus have just begun seeing each other
  • It’s also O.W.Ls
  • Which means James never sees his best friend 
  • Because Sirius is always either studying so he can live without his family’s fortune, or with Remus
  • And James is lonely
  • He misses Sirius
  • He tries to hint at it
  • By telling Sirius they should hang out, or sighing whenever Sirius leaves early from a meal
  • But the Black boy just doesn’t seem to get the hint
  • In fact, he’s thinking dramatically about how much he misses Sirius and how lonely and boring his life is one day as he lies in his four poster bed
  • When he starts to hear music playing
  • Is that Queen?
  • It’s definitely Queen
  • So Sirius has enough time to listen to muggle music but not hang out with him?
  • He huffs to himself
  • Why is Sirius listening to Queen without him anyway? It’s both of their favorites  
  • The music gets louder 
  • James tries to ignore it
  • But it keeps getting louder
  • Until
  • Sirius Black crashes through the closed dormitory door blasting Queen from a levitating record player and begins serenading James
  • James throws a pillow at Sirius and says “that’s a bit gay don’t you think, mate? Save it for Moony, huh” 
  • But he can’t help grinning from ear to ear
  • Because Sirius really is his best friend
  • Even if they don’t hang out all the time 

some things that happened:

  • the people behind me were very confused about the young demographic at the concert and muttered “it must be those gender-confused young gentlemen”
  • i met steve the pianist and guitarist and when he isn’t touring with the suf he works at a circus and part-time juggles :”))
  • it took sufjan like 45 minutes to say anything and when he did he was so distracted from a ticking noise onstage that he just stood there awkwardly and cradled his banjo like a scared little kid until the ticking stopped
  • i don’t know what it was but there was one instrumental song that was 20 minutes long and it started with star-like multilights scanning the auditorium and audience and then the spotlights and then it got faster and then added slow colors and then the flashing sped up and all the while the music was getting louder and More and then it reached a climax for like two minutes straight and i couldn’t blink and just looked right into the lights and cried and then it died off and i shouted so loud sufjan smiled
  • when the second song started and the person in front of me said “wait what genre is this anyway”
  • the drums in “Fourth of July” like heartbeats and the lights drifted across the crowd while he repeated “we’re all gonna die” over and over and over again and the woman next to me held my hand while i cried
  • sufjan got really excited about all of his band members and ran around the stage introducing them in a small shouty voice while the lights desperately tried to follow him
  • i talked to a woman while waiting for the band members and she said that Carrie and Lowell has been the album that kept her together after her parents died earlier this spring and she cried on her vinyl while we stood around her
  • “To Be Alone With You” started and the whole audience gasped and he lost the beat grinning
  • everyone knew an encore was coming and sufjan knew we knew that so he stayed offstage for exactly a minute and a half and made us clap the whole time so the woman next to me said “if my hands go dead keep clapping them for me”
  • the soft whisper of a couple hundred people singing “Chicago” with increasing volume while trying not to cry was pretty A++++ by which i mean my soul died and came back to life
  • he had an extra hat tucked into his pants and he didn’t forget any lyrics but i was very EndearedTM that he was prepared for forgetting his hat