music in your soup

cute asks
  • 1. do you have any recurring dreams? what are they?
  • 2. what is your favourite kind of fruit?
  • 3. sweet or savoury?
  • 4. what is your smallest/pettiest fear?
  • 5. what is your least favourite vegetable?
  • 6. what is your favourite art movement?
  • 7. do you drink milk?
  • 8. what was the last line of the last book you read?
  • 9. do you like bitter food?
  • 10. what is the most significant event in your life so far?
  • 11. what is one thing ( a book, movie, etc ) that has greatly affected you?
  • 12. what is your favourite breed of dog or cat?
  • 13. list your top 5 favourite turtle names.
  • 14. what job would you have if you could have it without going through all of the school or experience that is required?
  • 15. are there any names that you dislike so much that you would dislike the person with the name? what are those names?
  • 16. what is your favourite letter?
  • 17. are there any instruments you wished you played?
  • 18. list your best friends.
  • 19. would you rather be a skeleton or a ghost?
  • 20. do you prefer fish or lizards/snakes? (as pets)
  • 21. art or music?
  • 22. what is your favourite type of flower?
  • 23. soup or salad?
  • 24. are you good at keeping plants alive?
  • 25. do animals tend to like you?
  • 26. what is the worst book you've ever read?
  • 27. do you collect anything?
  • 28. how many pillows do you sleep with?
  • 29. whats the latest you've ever woken up?
  • 30. how many pictures are on your walls?
  • 31. what age did you stop keeping stuffed animals on your bed?
  • 32. what is your favourite candy?
  • 33. what is your favourite baked good?
  • 34. do you have a camera? if so, what kind?
  • 35. do you wear jewelry?
  • 36. sunrise or sunset?
  • 37. do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?
  • 38. what was your favourite show as a child?
  • 39. describe your favourite spot in your house.
  • 40. do you like to be warm or cold?
  • 41. the best joke you have.
  • 42. whats the weirdest thing that you've seen happen in a public place?
  • 43. CD or digital?
  • 44. who do you miss right now?
  • 45. if you could combine two places in the world, which two places would you choose?
  • 46. describe the worst substitute teacher you've ever had.
  • 47. do you believe horoscopes?
  • 48. are you spiritual?
  • 49. describe your pets ( or family if you dont have pets )
  • 50. are you good at getting over mistakes?
Park Chanyeol//The Rhythm of Hate - Part 2

Originally posted by chanshine

Summary: You hate each other, even though you’re soulmates. You try and stay away from each other, but a shared course and a project is determined to keep you two facing off. (Part 1/Part 2)
Scenario: Soulmate!AU, college!AU
Word Count: 6,726

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A playlist of Disney songs that didn’t make the final cut.

you can count on me aladdin // i cant believe my heart hercules // beyond the laughing sky alice in wonderland // human again beauty and the beast // call me a princess aladdin // i’m odd alice in wonderland // dancing on a cloud cinderella // proud of your boy aladdin // riddle diddle sleeping beauty // if i never knew you pocahontas // in a place of miracles hunchback of notre dame // keep em guessing mulan // to be king lion king // reflection (extended) mulan // one dance the little mermaid // dancing to the wedding drum pocahontas // never smile at a crocodile peter pan // music in your soup snow white // someday hunchback of notre dame // work song cinderella // i knew i belonged to her the jungle book // why me aladdin


anonymous asked:

okay that musical ask was brilliant an the 1920//30s music for tgatw is just me screaming and my fangirl in me screaming also made of stone the hunchback musical i think would be good for gwyn but there your characters but i can see gulvi singing rhythm of the tambourine same musical and then killing everyone okay so voice types ?? musical songs ballads etc and your amazing this is amazing and i want your soup what was it like as music jourrnalist?? oh and your fave musical?

My favourite musical is Singin’ in the Rain or The Sound of Music. I can’t decide.

As for character voice types, I have my thoughts, but I’ll leave it up to everyone to imagine! We’ve had Gwyn and Augus both singing in the canon though, and we know the kinds of songs they both prefer already.

I wasn’t the music journalist - Glen was, but that was a trip.

I transcribed some of his interviews, and back in the day he’s interviewed (of people I actually give a shit about) Prodigy, Lamb, Patrick Wolf, Loreena McKennitt (and she so rarely gives out interviews you guys), and shit I’m forgetting a bunch but basically we’ll listen to the radio and Glen will be that guy going: ‘I’ve talked to him. I talked to her. Wow he’s an asshole.’

So I know that Patrick Wolf talks in the second person. Like, ‘the world is out to get Patrick Wolf.’ I have transcribed that very line. (To be fair, he was going through some stuff at the time).

Music journalism is cool but it pays almost nothing and it is not a great life choice if you want to afford your cup noodles.

Glen and I met at uni actually, since journalism, film, media studies and mass comm were under the Faculty of Communications, and we shared some classes. :)

(The soup was good! Glen finished it off. I have more carrots so I can make more soup later, but I’m all carrot-ed out for now).

greenlanternranma  asked:

(Music note)

Your song iiisssss: 1985 by Bowling for Soup

This song cracks me up and is relatable to EVERYONE at some point or another we become that person that goes “WAIT WHAT HAPPENED?” My favorite lyric is:

When did Motley Crue become classic rock?
And when did Ozzy become an actor?

Because when did Ozzy become and actor just tickles me. I couldn’t tell you why!

anonymous asked:

How drastically would Midorima change once he's warmed up to his s/o? (Talking about how they've gotten under his hard shell and such) FLUFF PLEASE!!! great job on the blog!

Thank you and I hope this is what you were hoping for~)

Before any drastic changes start taking place, he notices that something’s up. And it might scare him a bit. So Shin-chan will put a bit of space between the two of you for at least a week. But as time goes on, he’ll let you get just as close to him as you were before.

Then a little bit closer.

It starts off subtle. He might start holding your hand (behind closed doors of course). Maybe he’ll even trust you to watch his lucky item for him while he goes to the bathroom or something like that. But then you would begin to notice how his cheeks aren’t red as often as they used to be. He doesn’t pull away as roughly and abruptly when your hand grazes against his on accident. He starts inviting you to his house for little study sessions (he still blushes when you call them “dates”) and sometimes shares bits of his lunch with you at school.

Each little thing he does is like another crack in his walls. After so many, the entire tsundere structure comes crumbling down.

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PSAT 2014
  • Aries: This poem sucks. I don't give a fuck
  • Taurus: You cannot see the thing even if you see the thing
  • Gemini: You must bedazzle a camel
  • Cancer: How many leaves can speak Chinese?
  • Leo: Dammit I just wanted her to ask me some good fucking questions
  • Virgo: Why the fuck can't you control your kids like dolphins
  • Libra: Fix the thingy
  • Scorpio: The gecko is from Boston
  • Sagittarius: Harry Potter fans listen to mariachi music
  • Capricorn: Your daughter is actually a dog
  • Aquarius: Glasses like soup bowls
  • Pisces: I like to walk my dolphin on a leash

ccbytheseashore  asked:

Can we just have happy Clint? Happy Clint, warm and safe?

“Want some soup?”

Clint pried one eye open.  “We have SOUP?” 

Nat’s lips twitched.  “We have soup,” she agreed.  She held out the cup.  “Want me to feed it to you, or are you capable of working a spoon?”

Clint tried to focus on the spoon.  “Probably not,” he admitted.  “Is it drinkable soup?  Like, is there, you know, stuff in the soup?”

She kept a straight face, because she was the best.  But she did tip the cup to the side, peering into the depths.  “There is indeed stuff in the soup,” she said.

“Spoon-necessary stuff?”

“You can probably drink around the stuff,” Nat said.  She set the cup down on the table and gave his shoulder a tap.  “Move.”

“No.  I”m innnnnnnjured,” Clint whined, but he moved anyway, pushing himself up just far enough for her to sit down on the couch behind him.  As soon as she was in place, he collapsed back down, dropping his head into her lap.  It wasn’t graceful, or even particularly well controlled.  “Sorry.”

“I’ve had worse.”  Her fingers slid over his hair, the touch gentle, smoothing through the strands.  She stopped just short of the stitches there, her hand going still.  “From you, actually.”

“Yeah, probably.”  He tipped his head away from her.  “I’m fine.”

“I know.” But her palm curled over the column of his neck, rubbing against the skin just right.  “You’re an idiot, though.”

“Yeah, probably,” he agreed, his eyes falling closed.  “Everyone else-”

“You’ll get scolded tomorrow,” she said.  “So you have that to look forward to.”  

“Right.”  He took a deep breath, and his ribs ached, his ribs ached and his chest ached and his throat ached and his head ached.  He turned his face towards Nat, taking a deep breath.  She smelled of cinnamon and coffee, like gardenias and gun oil, like Nat beneath it all.  

“If I’m going to have to deal with Cap in full ‘what the hell did you think you were doing?’ mode, Imma gonna need the soup,” Clint muttered.

“YOu’re going to need more than soup.”  But she leaned forward, picking it up from the table anyway.  Clint pushed himself up and took it with hands wrapped in clean white gauze, hands that ached from the movement, from the heat of the ceramic cup.  Nat settled behind him, and while he busied himself with the cup, she dragged a blanket up over him.

Clint took a sip, savoring the salty, heavy taste of it on his tongue.  It was potato and cream, heavy and rich on his tongue, with a faint sting of pepper and the herby taste of fresh dill.  He swallowed, and let the heat curl through him.  “This tastes familiar.”

“I got it out of the freezer.”  She was rubbing his head again, slow and gentle.  “What, did you think I cooked for you?”

“A man can hope.”  He closed his eyes.  “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”

“Well, Barton, you should be used to that by now.”  Something light and warm pressed against the bruised skin of his temple, something that might’ve been a kiss or just the brush of a finger.  He smiled anyway.

“Yeah, I guess so.”  He wrapped both hands around the cup, and took a deep breath, inhaling the steam and letting it curl through him.  He’d face the music tomorrow.  He always did.  Tonight, he had other plans.

“Drink your soup, Barton,” Nat whispered.  

“Yes, ma’am.”


…the cutting room floor…

“Music In Your Soup”

Originally intended to take place directly after the scene where the Dwarfs wash up for supper. Probably taken out so Snow White wouldn’t seem like extremely out-of-control self-important bitch, just a everday out-of-control self-important bitch.